Chapter 4
In the days that followed, young Brian decided when he went to school to try to find a lover for his Mom. He didn't have too much difficulty, finding fellows who wanted to talk about sex. For that was the main topic of conversation with many of the young men.
One day he was talking to a buddy named Jeff.
"You know, Jeff," he said, "I've found me a woman who is a great piece of ass. She is so fantastic that I can't keep up with her."
"Well it would take a stud like me to satisfy a woman like that," he chuckled.
"You want to share her?" he smiled.
"Aw, I don't dig that orgy deal," he said. "When I fuck a dame I don't want another guy watching."
"I wasn't suggesting that," Brian told him. "I was suggesting an introduction to this woman. She really is fantastic. Body built like you wouldn't believe. Breasts coming out to here, and waist way in here."
He illustrated with hand motions in the air, and the Boys' Vice Principal came over and looked at them.
"Now what was that gesture supposed to mean?" he asked.
"Oh nothing," he said.
"Yes it was," he said quickly. "I saw you looking over there at one of those girls and you were outlining her body in the air. I don't want you to do things like that as you have no right to be focusing on sex."
"Right on," he gulped.
It was difficult for Brian to realize how far out the Boys' Vice Principal was. For he might have been eager to talk about it himself and he wasn't sure. Nevertheless that evening when he was going home from school with his buddy Jeff he discussed it further.
"You want me to set you up buddy?" he asked.
"Aw, I don't know," he said. "I'm sort of a loner. I like to look for my own piece of ass."
"I can understand that," he told him, "but there's a lot of fun to be had if you're ready for it."
"Maybe I'm just not ready for it," he laughed.
"Well, I'll tell you you're going to miss something," he insisted, trying to lure him even more.
"I don't know about that," he said.
At this point Brian had given him enough information to where he was quite curious. But he hated to let on that he was eager.
"How long do you have to know in advance to set this up?" he asked.
"Well I should know as soon as possible," Brian explained, "because she's a very popular woman, and I wouldn't want to let too much time elapse."
"I read you," he said. "You mean she's really something."
"Oh she is," he insisted. "She really is very beautiful."
"Alright then buddy," he smiled. "Ill tell you what we're going to do. We'll set this thing up but where do we go?"
"Well my Mom is going to be gone that night," he said, "so you could come over."
"I never met your old lady," he said, "but I would hate to have her come home and find me fucking. And your old man might kill me."
"You don't have to worry about my Dad none," he said. "Mom and I live alone."
"What happened to your Dad?" he asked curiously.
"Dad took it on the lam when Mom tried to hit him for some money to support me when I was a kid," he explained.
"Oh, he sounds like a great guy," he chuckled.
"Don't knock my Dad," he said. "He may be a bastard, but I want to be the one to call him so."
"Oh I'll give you that honor," he laughed.
It was becoming perfectly obvious to him, that his buddy was eager and willing to have sex with his Mom.
"What's her name?" he asked.
"Jan," he said, quickly using the name that she had made up when they were at the pot party together.
"Jan," he said. "And I never met her?"
"No," he said. "She's a new dame I found."
"Where did you find her?" he asked.
"That is a long story, and we won't go into that. What time can you be over to my place Saturday night?"
"When the coast is clear," he said.
"Well," he said, "about eight o'clock would be good. I'll have a girl myself and you can have Jan. Mom works as a cocktail waitress till two o'clock in the morning. She has to add up the receipts and she doesn't get back home until about three. So we're safe."
"That's groovy," Jeff said. "How come you're doing all this for me? I hope you haven't got the hots for me."
"Look buddy," he said, "I'm straight as an arrow and I don't appreciate that humor."
"I was only kidding," he said. "You've got to have a sense of humor."
"But I don't think that's funny," Jeff said. "I've got a reputation as a stud."
"I know you have," he told him. "That's why I'm getting you for Jan. She's an oversexed woman, and needs a lot of fucking."
"That's the best kind," he assured him. "I wouldn't be happy unless I had a woman who was real sexy."
Everything had been set up and when they parted company young Brian was delighted and excited. He could hardly wait for Saturday night.
He still had the problem of finding himself a good fuck. He didn't know how difficult it was going to be.
When he got home his mother was eager to find out what the score was.
"Oh, darling," she exclaimed excitedly, "how is everything going?"
"Not so hot," he said. "I haven't found me a date yet."
"Well what about me?" she said. "Haven't you given your mother a thought?"
"I've given you a lot of thought," he assured her. "And I've lined you up with Jeff, the best cocksman in the school."
"That sounds delicious," she said.
"Well, you'll enjoy it."
As she talked, she became more and more excited.
"Baby doll," she smiled at him, "I care for you. I really do, and I'm doing this for you."
"You mean you're fucking Jeff for me?" he stammered not quite fully comprehending what she meant.
"Yes darling," she explained. "It may sound strange but that's the way it is. You see, if I clung to you, you would never find yourself a woman. And so I've dedicated myself to giving you an opportunity to be independent. Isn't that marvellous?"
"Yes," he said. "It sure as hell is."
When the weekend came, young Brian had not lined any girl up. His mother was delighted and excited, however, about her own action which was in the offing.
"How does this wig fit dear?" she smiled as she put it in place.
"You'd never know it wasn't your own hair Mom," he said.
"Now I'll just put on this facial mask," she said, "and it will last for six hours. He should be able to get his rocks off a few times in six hours, don't you think before the mask falls?"
"Well I should hope so," he told her, "now Mom you may be going too far."
"What do you mean dear?" she asked him.
"Well putting on all that make-up, that eye shadow," he said.
"That's what all the girls seem to do these days," she said, "along with false eyelashes and some other things that are false." -
"You're not going to pad your bosoms, are you?" he demanded.
"Now would a woman with breasts like mine need to?" she smiled.
"No Mom," he said. "You are really put together well."
"I would say that you're only trying to flatter me honey," she said, "so that you can have some action when he leaves."
"Now what are you talking about that for?" he said furiously.
"Well dear," she said, "you're going to have to satisfy your sexual appetite. And you said you had a lot of chicks who were available. Barbara and a girl named ... what was her name?"
"Betty," he said grimly. "But they're both lined up with their regular fucks."
"That's terrible," she said. "These steady fuckers don't give you guys who want variety a chance. In my heyday we played the field a lot more. Nowadays I guess you kids believe in going steady."
"Well it would be pretty hard for me to go steady," he complained, "because I don't have enough money."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You know damned well what I mean," he told her.
"I'm afraid I don't darling," she smiled.
"Could you explain yourself?"
"Sure I will," he told her. "What you are try- ing to say is that you are giving me seconds."
"Well isn't having it second in line better than nothing?" she asked, as she slid into a tight fitting dress.
"I guess so," he said. "But I think you ought to clean your box out in between."
"Why Brian," she screamed, "how dare you talk to your mother that way."
"What do you mean Mom?" he stammered.
"You don't have to tell me a thing like that," she said nervously. "I always keep my box clean."
"Yes Mom," he agreed.
It was becoming more obvious to her all the time that he was becoming difficult.
"Where are you going to be when I'm having sex with this new found love?" she said eyeing him.
"I'll be upstairs in my bedroom," he said softly.
"Well stay up there," she said.
"What do you think I am, a Peeping Tom?" he asked.
"I don't know what your sexual propensities are," she said, "and you wouldn't be a Peeping Tom, dear, you'd be a Peeping Brian. Don't you know your own name?"
She laughed as she finished putting on her eyelashes.
"That was not funny," he exclaimed.
"I thought it was," she said, as she finished putting on lipstick.
"I tell you Mom," he said, "you look better without all that make-up. That green eyeshadow, those false eyelashes, and that facial mask. What if the mask melts?"
"Well he'll get a jolt," she said, "right in the midde of the fuck."
"Well I hope it doesn't happen," he said, "because he'd never let me live it down. He'd say I'm fucking some old lady."
"These bosoms baby, are hardly bosoms of an old lady. And I haven't had to go to some plastic surgeon to get silicone put in."
"I told you if you shaved your box it would be more attractive," he said.
"Are you trying to knock my pussy hair?" she said.
"Well it was a little matted last time," he said, "when I was licking."
"I keep everything clean," she said, "including my you-know-what. And I don't like you making remarks like that. Not that I don't understand why, for I do. I know perfectly well that you're insanely jealous. You really are."
"What do you mean Mom?" he said. "Knock it off."
"You want to knock it off," she said, "and that's why you are so up-tight."
"You sure like to bug me," he said angrily.
It was about eight o'clock and she observed this. She hated to tell him that he'd better get going, but she finally figured she had to.
"Now quit flashing green with envy darling," she smiled, "and get your ass out of here. Mom is expecting company."
"Yeah," he said. "And I was the sap who arranged it."
"Don't look at it that way dear," she said, "maybe I can find you some girl who would enjoy sex with you. I hate to suggest that for you would say that I was being too blunt."
"See you later Mom," he said as he strolled up the stairway.
She was -nervous now as she thought about him. She couldn't help feeling that he was being impossible and difficult. After all he had said he didn't want her on a regular basis. He had admitted that she was a very good grind. And she had every reason to expect and have sexual satisfaction.
She was bothered now as she thought about the problems she faced. She was thankful that he had gone upstairs when the doorbell rang. She gave one quick glance into the mirror and walked to the door.
"Hi Jan," Jeff said, as he looked at her.
"Well, hi there handsome," she said. "You are everything Brian said and more."
"The same could be said for you baby doll," he said. "You're quite a gorgeous gal."
"Thank you love," she said. "Can I fix you something to drink?"
"I'm intoxicated just looking at you," he said. "Do you have any grass around the house?"
"No," she said. "I just ran out. And I'll have to wait till Monday when the local pusher comes around."
"Well then I'll settle for booze," he smiled. She went over to the bar and asked him what he wanted.
"We have vodka, whiskey, and bourbon. And a little rum too."
"How about some rum and Coca Cola?" he said.
"Certainly dear," she said. "What a nostalgic drink. Remember that record, Rum and Coca Cola, with the Andrews Sisters?"
"Well that was before my time," he said.
She gulped as she realized that she had given her age away.
"But I never heard it then," she laughed. "I mean I got one of those nostalgia records and
I just discovered the Andrews Sisters."
"Right on," he said. "Quit lying about your age and get me some booze."
This made her nervous as she didn't know what age he figured she was. And she knew that the visual mask that she had paid so much money for would not betray her.
"You've got a nice body," he said. "But you can't see it with ail the clothes on."
"Has that rum and Coca Cola done that to you already?" she smiled.
"I was horny before I came in here, honey," he told her. "And I always say when I've got a hard-on, any old port."
"Well baby doll," she smiled grimly, "I don't want you to consider my pussy any old port."
"That remains to be seen," he chuckled.
"What do you mean?" she said angrily.
"I mean "whether or not your pussy is pretty."
"Well I assure you it is," she said. .
She slid out of her dress quickly and then she stepped out of her shoes. She pulled down her panties and stood before him.
"Well do I pass your pussy test?" she said, putting her hands on her hips.
"With flying colors sweetie," he told her. "Now why don't you just wrap your legs around my shoulders, and I'll eat you."
It was getting her son Brian so angry as he listened to their loud-mouth talk in his room. He could have strangled his Mom. It burned the hell out of him to think of her carrying on like this. She sounded like the cheapest slut he ever heard. The conversation continued and he wished he had earplugs.
"Now I don't think the sofa in the living room is the place to have sex," she said.
"Where do you like it?" he asked.
"Well sex belongs in the bedroom," she insisted.
"Just as long as I get some good fucking and some good licking, I'll do it where you want to." "You can be assured," she said, "you'll get your money's worth."
"I know," he said. "It's free pussy, and that's what makes me fearful."
"What?" she asked, as she realized she had let her talking get her into a trap.
"The chicks who give it free often are not worth fucking," he laughed.
"Well that's a nice thing to say," she snapped.
This was really getting her disgusted to have him act that way. But there was little she could do.
"Alright Jeff," she said, "let's go into the bedroom."
As she walked to the bedroom, she did a lot of thinking. She decided that she would give him a few digs.
"You think you'll be able to satisfy me, honey?" she smiled smugly.
"I think my big cock will take care of any woman," he said.
"How long is it?" she asked.
"Eight and a half inches," he said. "That ought to hold you apiece."
"It depends on whether or not it's solid inches," she said, "and how thick it is. I don't like slim cocks. I like thick, hard cocks."
That was Jeff's cue to strip. He began undressing and he looked at her and smiled as he stripped.
"Oh baby," she looked at him excitedly. "What a beautiful cock that is. Yes, I can see you have a remarkable organ."
"Organ?" he asked. "Isn't that something you play?"
"Well you play with a cock, don't you?" she smiled. "So I think it fits."
"I've heard it called penis, and peter, and cock. But I've never heard it called organ."
"Well I should have said male organ," she said.
She went over to him and he stepped out of his shorts. Now he was standing before her naked, hairy, and horny. The head of his penis dripped juice as she let her fingers trace its length.
"Oh it is beautiful," she said. "I can hardly wait to take care of you."
"Well you don't have to wait," he said, "if you'll drop to your knees, baby, and worship my cock a minute or two, I'll show you what fucking is all about."
That burned her up. Worshipping him. The little bastard, she thought to herself. Nevertheless, she wanted it.
Dropping to her knees, she clasped the penis in her hand.
"Are you hungry honey?" he asked her. "Are you hungry for this sperm?" She nodded. "Open up," he said. "And take this nice smooth cock."
As he fed her every inch of himself, she became more and more fascinated with him. He was a marvellous specimen and a man she could enjoy sexually.
"Oh baby," she panted, "come on baby, do it."
Riding the cock into her, he became more and more excited.
"Oh yes, baby," he groaned in delight, "that's fantastic. Oh yes. Take it."
The rock hard cock stabbed into her, savagely. She loved the sight of his big balls bouncing on her chin. She didn't mind the aroma of his loins, and she was crazy about the firm round buttocks. She massaged his ass and felt of his flexing muscles.
"Give it to me," he told her, "give me a good mouth job."
She was giving him all of the action he could take. As the hot mouth worked over his penis, he became more and more stimulated.
"Eat me," he begged her, "yes baby, eat me."
The passionate pleasure was building every moment.
"Oh yes," he groaned in delight, "that's super. Oh honey, you know how to give a man good head. Keep it up, baby."
As he looked at her, he loved her doing it with such enthusiasm. Many women he didn't enjoy doing it with because they acted like they didn't want it. And if there was anything he hated, it was a half-hearted blow job. But he didn't have to worry about that with Jan.
"Come on baby," he panted, "eat the cock. That's it. Eat it. Every inch of it. Now you're doing it honey. Oh yes, that's how it's done.
Faster honey, faster. Oh, ah, yes!"
Reaching down, he gripped her head and guided her. She was doing it expertly now, and he was excited.
"Come on, baby," he told her. "That's beautiful. Keep it going."
The savage cockstabs continued. Every moment was more exciting than the last.
"Keep that going, baby," he told her. "Yes baby, that's the way I like it. Keep sucking."
She continued giving him the action he wanted. Every cockstab produced more pleasure.
"Eat me," he panted, "eat my cock. Go after the juice, baby."
When he said the word juice, it automatically triggered a syndrome within her. It got her more anxious, more hot for sex than ever before. "Come on honey," he smiled, "get the juice!" She built up a pressure suction in the head of his penis shaft. Suddenly he could stand the delightful pleasure no longer.
"Oh, I'm shooting," he gasped eagerly, "I'm cuming. Yes baby, I'm shooting!"
As he went on pumping it to her, the pleasure increased in momentum. For she knew how to get the juice out in the most pleasurable of manners. She tickled his balls while she finished his juice flow.
"Get it all out," he insisted. "That's it. Keep doing it, honey."
She continued doing it for him, and he was more and more excited every second.
"Oh yes, baby," he told her, "yes. That's how I like it. Now you're doing it. Oh, I love that."
The juice was erupting in her mouth in a steady stream shooting down her throat. If there was anything she didn't like about it, it was the fact that he had flooded her face before she had an opportunity to lick his balls and play with his asscheeks more.
She figured that she would have a second go at it later. Now she had to focus her attention on finishing the head job.
She gave him all the action he could ask for and then slid off him.
He complimented her.
"Damned good," he told her. "You really are."
"Why thank you," she smiled at him.
It was no secret that they both were happy with each other. The mask was holding up very well and her body was normally beautiful.
"Now honey," he said, "I want you to wrap those luscious legs around my neck and give me a taste of you."
"Well since you put it that way baby doll, what else can I do?"
She loved his flattery, and it was getting him everything he wanted.
He got on the bed and she followed him moments later. She straddled him and moved forward from his chest to his head. When she had her muff over his mouth, she told him teasingly, "Taste me. Go ahead honey, dip inside and taste my pretty pussy."
"You told me the truth," he said. "You said your pussy was pretty. It sure is, honey. Oh yes, real nice."
She was so stimulated now as his hands gripped her asscheeks that she told him, "Stop talking and start licking."
He quit talking and used his tongue for something more exciting. His tongue licked along her gash, and then he s .vept inside.
He flicked it against her vagina walls, and then he nibbled at her clit.
"Oh honey," she panted, "I love this so much. It's beautiful. Yes baby, I love it."
His hands moved from caressing her buttocks to caressing her breasts. She loved the feel of his fingertips as he pinched.
"Oh ride it," she said. "Ride my pussy." With very effective tongue lashes, he was bringing her closer and closer to a juicy climax. "Oh wow!" she gasped excitedly, "that's fan- tastic. Yes, baby, I love that."
The pleasure was building in her body every moment. She could hardly stand it.
"Yes baby," he told her, "yes. That's how I like it. Oh honey, love me."
The love that she felt for him was strange.
It was something comparable to her son. He was a younger man, and he had all of the life, and the virility of his youth to put into the sex act.
"Oh eat it," she begged anxiously. "Eat my pussy."
Her hands reached down to guide his head. She let her fingers wander effectively through his hair. He loved the feel of her hands on him.
"Keep it up, baby," she begged. "Yes. Oh honey, you can come up for air later."
He didn't want to come up for air. He loved the aroma of her loins. He was excited and delighted to give her the action she wanted. It was the intimacy of the contact that made it so stimulating. It was the idea that it was impossible to get more intimate than this. And with his hand caressing, massaging, playing with her buttocks and breasts, he was stabbing away at a good even pace.
"Eat my pussy," she gasped eagerly, "eat it, baby. That's it. Eat pussy."
The supercharged sensations that were surging through her body now were bringing her to such a passionate pitch of frenzied delight, she knew she was going to cum in multiple orgasms. "Oh honey," she groaned in delight, "I'm juicing. Oh yes baby, yes. That's the way I like it. Oh honey, lick quick. Now you're doing it. Oh lover, eat it."
The sensational enjoyment that she discovered now was almost more than she could stand.
"Lick it baby," she begged. "Lick it, lick my pussy, oh honey, lick my juicy pussy."
The pleasure that they were enjoying at this point was remarkable indeed.
"Oh lover," she cried ecstatically, "you are too much."
His tongue reached in there and licked all the juice off her vagina walls.
"Oh baby doll," she smiled at him, "you were just wonderful."
He loved her flattery. He was thrilled by the fact that she got such a charge out of it. And he was deighted he could give her what she needed.
Then she got a jolt. He looked at her and said strangely, "How old are you?"
"Old enough to know better," she giggled.
"No fooling. How old are you lady?"
"Look," she said. "I appreciate you calling me a lady after all we've done together. But I don't care to reveal my age. Haven't you heard that a lady never gives her age away?"
"Well I just want to say you're remarkably well preserved," he told her.
"Well thanks a lot," she said. "You make me sound like a museum piece."
"I didn't mean it that way," he said. "You don't look like a museum piece. You look like a first class piece of ass."
"Is that a compliment, Jeff?" she asked him. "Sure it is," he said. "A lot of women aren't worth screwing at all."
"How did you determine I was?" she asked. "Well that was easy," he told her. "You have so much to offer, baby. Just one look at you and I knew you'd be good between the sheets."
"I suppose I should be flattered," she said, in a blase voice. "But I'm not. I've heard it all before. But I am eager to know sometimes what you men find so appealing about me."
"Well for one thing," he told her, "you haven't got any inhibitions. When you have sex with a man, you aim for one thing ... his pleasure. So many women aren't thinking of that." "What are they thinking of?" she asked. "Well like my Dad said," he laughed, "about the whore he made it with during the war. She was eating balogne sandwiches with mayonnaise dripping from them while he was trying to get his rocks off. He had an awful time."
"I should imagine so," she told him.
"And it was worse than that," he said. "They had to double up on everything, including women. Only the woman he got had been more than doubled up with. She had been royally screwed by twenty-five guys."
"What a slimy nest," she said, "Imagine being the twenty-fifth person in a gang-bang."
"It sounds really revolting, doesn't it?" he said.
He looked at her and then he asked her point-blank, "Do you ever get a guilty feeling for having sex with younger fellows?"
"Should I?" she threw the question back to him.
"Well I'm not saying you should or you shouldn't," he answered, "I'm just curious to know how you feel about it."
"I feel fine about it," she said quietly, "and why shouldn't I?"
"Well to each his own," he said. "What is there you like about fucking young men?"
"Well baby," she said, "it's all in the balls."
As she said that she reached over and tugged on his testicles.
"It's in here honey," she said. "When you've got that juice, I love to have it shooting into me. I like the size of the cock too. I like a nice thick penis. I love the feeling of it pumping into me. I love the enthusiasm, when a man is fucking me. I love it when he gets excited, and I watch his lower jaw tremble as he looks at the other side of the pillow and ruts into me."
"You are turned on, aren't you?" he smiled.
"Yes I am," she said, "and I'm not ashamed of it. I'm proud of it. I'm glad I can thrill to sex. Our bodies were meant for pleasure. Why shouldn't we enjoy them?"
"That's the truth," he admitted.
As they continued talking, she became more and more aware of his attitude.
"You's a remarkable man," she told him.
"How so?" he asked.
"Well,"she said, "you care more about feelings than just getting fucked. You want to know how the woman responds to the man. So many men don't give a damn. All they care about is that they need to get that thing pushing against something. It could be anything, and they would shove off."
"I guess that's the truth," he said. "I remember hearing about a guy who was in the French Foreign Legion and how he was out in the desert.
He said when the men got hards, they had to do something, and what they did was unusual. They had cactus out there that had been split, "and they would take all of the prickly things out of the cactus, so it wouldn't hurt them. Then they would get down there and thrust their cocks into the cactus. They called it the good old cactus fuck."
"That's a riot," she said. "They couldn't get much feeling out of a cactus, except a prick if they forgot to take one of the pricklers out."
"Right on," he laughed. "That type of feeling is so little it isn't worth mentioning. The guy is thinking of himself. When a man has feeling for a woman, he can be fun."
"You know Jeff," she said, "that is why I've h"d such a good time with you. You are not a simple minded fucker. You are a good lover."