Chapter 3
Kenneth K. is a striking young man in his twenties who has hung up a profound mark in the world of professional tennis.
His tennis activities take him all over the world, where he achieves excellent earnings for tournament and exhibition competitions. Tall, wiry, and energetic, I met him at a vacation sight in Palm Springs last year, at a time when I was seeking relaxation and he was sharpening up his tennis game for a future national barnstorming tour.
I met him on the tennis court, where he was, quite naturally, performing on an infinitely higher level than I was. He was kind enough to give me a few professional pointers on how to improve my game. I was so grateful that I invited him to dinner that evening in the hotel dining room of the place where we were both staying.
Kenneth proved highly conversational, demonstrating a ready wit and overall articulateness. When I informed him of my line of work he told me of an incident that he would like to tell me. His only stipulation was that I keep the actual identities of the story's actors a secret. Otherwise, he told me, I would be free to use my story as I saw fit.
I agreed to his terms and he told me the following story when we got back to my room for a nightcap, recorded via tape:
I was a regular little hellcat when I was young. I mean, when I was growing up. About the time I entered junior high I really started becoming impossible.
My father was saddled with the chore of bringing up me and my younger brother alone. He had broken up with my mother many years ago and had battled her for custody of my brother Tom and I, succeeding. Dad had pretty bitter memories of Mom, so much so that he never said anything about her.
The only time we'd ever hear from her would be on my birthday or Tom's, or during the Christmas season, when she would send the two of us gifts. Dad would always march into the room with a sour, begrudging expression on his face and say:
"This is from your mother." By the time I reached junior high age and acquired a few smarts, I started piecing together a few facts about what Mom was like. I understand that she was a completely different temperament than Dad, who was always so thorough and business-like, as befitted his position as an administrator for a school district. Mom, I heard from people who had known her and from the few relatives who would mention her, was a party girl and loved nothing better than a good time. Since I was just a tot not quite three when she split up with Dad, and my brother was even younger than that, there wasn't much about her that we could remember. That is, except for one thing. I do remember, even at that early age, that she was very beautiful, a fact that was clearly confirmed by others who had known her.
Anyway, getting back to what started happening to me when I was in junior high, I remember one time during the summer, while Dad was away for a day at a convention a few miles out of town demonstrating audiovisual aids for use in school classrooms, that I was at home alone.
Dad, being silly, as he sometimes was, was concerned about me being at home alone in the evening. Tom, you see, was away at summer camp at the time.
So the way he solved what he considered a problem was an absolute riot. He had Sarah, a girl who lived across the street from us who, at seventeen, was three years older than I was, come over and baby sit with me.
When I heard about that I absolutely roared with laughter. Actually, though, thinking it over now and knowing how weirdly distrustful Dad could be, I think he had her over because he just plain didn't trust me being in the house by myself. He figured I was liable to pull something, or maybe throw a wild beer bust and invite all the kids of my age group in the neighborhood.
Anyway, no sooner did I finish the TV dinner I had prepared for myself that night than the front doorbell rang. I went to get it and there was Sarah standing there. She looked a little embarrassed about the whole thing, and when I burst into laughter as I let her in it made things even worse.
"Are you going to look out for me, Sarah?" I laughed after she got inside and sat on the sofa.
"Please, Ken, let's not joke about this," she turned her head away in embarrassment.
To make things even funnier, I was a pretty big kid by then, while Sarah, who was as cute a redhead as you could find, was very short and petite. Not only that, but she had a sweet baby face that made her look younger than she really was.
She turned on the television set first thing after getting into the front room, figuring that she'd brave what might otherwise be a very dull evening watching the tube.
While she engrossed herself in some lousy B movie starring Frank Lovejoy I engrossed myself watching Sarah. It was a warm evening and she wore cream-colored shorts that showed off the curves in her ass cheeks beautifully. My eyes then wandered up to that white blouse, which stuck out so firmly at the tits.
Sarah was really stacked, and the longer I stood there in the hallway watching her, the harder my cock became. By that time I'd had a few experiences with girls, even though my naive old man didn't know about it. Most of them were older than me, and in most cases they had sucked off my cock, which I absolutely loved as a form of sex pleasure.
Also, I was at that age where a kid is getting extra hot for the first time, and when I didn't have an available playmate to go down on me I'd often pump away on my hard dick until the sea of white juice would gush out of the end of it.
I got so hot just standing there watching Sarah that I knew I'd have to obtain release of one kind or another. I thought about going to the bathroom and jerking my prick off over the toilet bowl, as I often did as a means of alleviating sex tensions, but somehow that seemed like a damned waste, what with this beautiful creature sitting right in the front room and all.
But if I tried to seduce her I knew I'd be taking quite a risk. But, then again, when it came to sex, it was the risks that made me the most desirous of participating. The risks coupled with the thrills I would get from conquering them and obtaining the satisfaction that I wanted.
I decided that I would make the effort to seduce her. Then I started contemplating strategy, attempting to decide the best means of bringing it off. I thought about taking her through shock, by walking into the room with my hard dick in my fingers, running my hand up and down it. It was a tactic I had employed a few times in the past, sometimes successfully.
But I figured that such a strategy would not be the best to employ with Sarah. She'd be the type, I figured, who would blow her cool, and I didn't want that.
No, I decided that it would be better to adopt a subtle approach, and with that thought in mind I went into the living room and sat down in a chair not far away from the sofa.
"Is it a good movie?" I asked her with a smile.
"It's okay," she shrugged. "Nothing great, nothing real bad. It's better than just sitting around."
As I got another look at those lovely boobs and those sleek legs, I decided to abandon my subtle pitch, mainly because I felt I was too hot to last very long.
"I can think of more interesting things to do," I said with a broad grin as I walked over to the sofa.
"Just what do you have in mind?" she straightened up startledly, looking into my eyes with mounting alarm.
"Relax, I just wanna have a little fun."
"Oh, Ken, please don't. What would your father say."
"To hell with him," I chuckled fiendishly. "He's not here so why bring him up?"
"Please, let's not have any problems."
"Oh, shut up. Don't be silly."
I took her by surprise by grabbing her and pulling her beautiful trim body toward me. I smothered her with a series of rapid-fire kisses as she gasped and attempted to struggle free.
But fortunately for me I was a pretty strong kid and she was unable to fight me off. As I continued showering kisses against her lips I slipped my fingers fervently inside her blouse and bra, working them against the firm flesh of her tits.
Her tits proved to be music to my fingers, arousing me all the more. After putting up one hell of a struggle in an attempt to free herself from my pursuits, Sarah finally began to weaken, adopting a position of greater subservience as my fingers continued exploring her breasts.
I finally managed to work my way inside her mouth. At that point her resistance suddenly weakened, and I could tell that she was really beginning to dig the sensations I was supplying.
We Frenched ardently, and my pulse pounded with accelerated passion as my tongue slipped fondly over hers. I loved the touch of her tongue, the intimate contact of tongue pressing against tongue while my fingers continued gliding around her breasts.
My cock became so itchy that I could hardly stand kissing her and playing with her breasts anymore. I released my tongue from her mouth and my fingers from her breasts, reaching down quickly with anxious fingers and unzipping my trousers.
I felt proud when I unzipped my pants and my hard, elongated dick fell completely free. I reached out and grabbed it proudly, holding it up for Sarah to see. By then her face had turned red from all the sudden impassioned excitement and her eyes widened with a look combining elements of fear and arousal.
"What are you going to do, Ken?" she asked.
"I want you to suck this. Doesn't it look delicious?"
"Please, Ken, let's not go that far. Please."
I grabbed her arms and held them tightly. I grinned broadly and inquired, "You mean you've never sucked a guy off before? A pretty gal like you who's so popular at school. C'mon now, you can't really look me in the eye and tell me you've never blown a guy before now, can you? How about that sailor you were going with last summer, I suppose you didn't do stuff with him."
"Those are my personal affairs," she pouted.
"Ah, c'mon. You don't have to tell me details of what you've done with other guys. It's just that I know you've sucked some guys off. I just know it."
"Okay, okay," she said in a choked voice. "I have. But I didn't want to do it to you."
"Why, don't I have a beautiful cock?"
"Yes, you do," she admitted reluctantly, dropping her head. "That's not it. It's just that it isn't right for us to do it. It just isn't."
"Why, because my old man appointed you my baby sitter?" I burst into sardonic laughter, pushing my head forward and kissing her lips one more time.
"Please don't joke about it," she begged.
"I don't want to joke about anything. I just want a good cock suck to get my rocks off. They're itching like hell and you're just the gal to do something about it."
I reached down with my fingers and placed them solidly against her head, holding her head in place. I slumped down on the sofa and spread my legs, then forced her down toward the rug with the pressure I exerted with my fingers.
She groaned a few times, like I was forcing her to do something she really didn't want to do, but I could see when she stopped struggling that she really wanted to suck me off and didn't have the heart to admit it to herself.
Pretty soon her knees were perched against the rug and her head was resting in my lap. I reached down and fondled my precious cock with my fingers and extended it downward toward her mouth.
"I'm gonna feed you a little dick," I beamed radiantly. "Take it and suck on it, 'cause you're really gonna enjoy it."
Up and down she began pumping, moving very slowly at first as she picked up the tempo of what she was doing. She picked up the sucking range in no time, and I loosened the pressure on her head as she kept accentuating her brisk efforts.
"Grab ahold of my balls and play with them at the same time that you're sucking my dick," I told her fervently as the sexual tension mounted inside me. My breathing became heavier and that magnificent itchiness in the dong and balls that always accompanies a good cock suck surfaced readily. "That's it, grab those balls and play with them, they like the action."
I could see readily that she was an experienced hand at sucking cock, and my knees began trembling with excitement as she pumped up and down on my spear.
She sucked at a brisk, resolute clip. The longer she kept it up the more anxious I could see that she was becoming to get my hot rocks off in her mouth.
"Suck that rod," I gasped, "go after my hot juice, baby, suck that big cock dry, do it, suck it."
Up and down she kept up the pumping. My balls swelled with passion from her finger massaging, while my dick swelled with anxiety as it neared climax.
Sarah drove herself forward until I began gasping noticeably and my entire body began quaking. She took it as a cue to suck all the faster, knowing I was nearing the big moment we were both awaiting.
"Suck it out, suck it all out, every drop of my juice, all of that hot white sea, go get it," I called out to her sexily.
My words made her all the hungrier for my cum as she ran her tongue eagerly up and down my dong.
She let out a gasp and made a gurgling sound as the sea of white shot out of the end of my hot stick and into her mouth. Just as I was enjoying the sublime sensation of having a gorgeous girl lick out the juice from my itchy dong, in walked my father, showing up unexpectedly early.
"Great God," he gasped, his face turning white as he watched Sarah jerk her head upward from my cock.
Sarah looked so embarrassed that, had she been able to crawl in the woodwork at that point, she would have. But she wasn't so lucky. Instead she would have to face my father.
"You, young lady, are a great disappointment," my father shrieked after standing there speechless for a few seconds. "I bring you over here and pay you good money to take care of my wayward son, this unspeakable little varmint, and look what happens."
"Don't blame her, Dad," I sprang instantly to her defense. "I forced her into it."
"From what I saw when I walked in here, she didn't look like she had been forced into anything."
"No, but she fought like hell in the beginning," I argued. "I'm not kidding one bit. I forced her, so if you're gonna blame anybody, then blame me."
"Just don't think I was planning on freeing you from blame in the first place," he said sharply. Then he turned to Sarah and said: "As for you, young lady, you can go now. I'd appreciate being alone with my son."
Sarah nodded as tears began streaming down her face. She was speechless, and was no doubt just as happy to be leaving at that point, rather than having to listen to anymore of my father's tirade.
No sooner did Sarah shut the front door behind her than my father walked toward me, lifted his open right hand, and delivered three quick slaps to my face.
I stood there and took them without flinching. Then he backed off and shook his head disgustedly.
"I've got to do something to keep you occupied properly," he exclaimed. "You've got entirely too much time to yourself."
Dad went right to work the following day to get me a job, figuring that the work ethic was just the kind of proper discipline that I needed at that point.
He used his contacts at the school board to get me a job working at a tennis court of a high school playground. At first I hated the tedious chore of checking out tennis racquets to people, and chasing down lost tennis balls.
But things worked out in my favor in the final analysis, since that job was what got me introduced to tennis in a big way. Whenever things lagged and there wasn't that much for me to do I would get out a racquet and take to the courts.
I got acquainted with quite a few of the high school tennis stars attending the school where I was working. They were kind enough to give me pointers and let me play with them.
I guess that tennis is the one thing that came natural to me, along, that is, with screwing women. I developed my talents rapidly in the game and before I knew it I was holding my own or beating guys that played all the time.
From there I was just one step away from competition, and I began competing in local tournaments by the time my tenure at the playground was drawing to a close.
By the time I finished high school I was one of the top amateur players in the country. I started traveling all over the nation, then all over the world, to compete in competitions, winning most of them.
Needless to say, I maintained a steady rapport with a number of female tennis players. I liked the fact that most of the ones I knew were built like brick shithouses. I mean, they kept themselves in excellent physical condition and their bodies showed it. I loved those trim, tan legs they sported and the well-developed breasts.
One time after I had copped a big tournament in San Francisco, I was interviewed extensively by reporters after my match. Also being interviewed was the girls' singles winner, a nineteen-year-old little brown-eyed beauty named Yvonne, who had the longest pair of trim legs you ever saw. All the guys on the amateur circuit were nuts about her, and they used to make jokes about watching her matches and having to beat their meat at the same time.
Yvonne sat hunched up on a Coke machine, wearing a pair of tan slacks and a tight blouse. She had already taken her shower and was relaxing when they started shooting the questions at both of us.
When the questioning ended and the reporters vanished from the scene I was left alone with Yvonne. I liked the way she talked, with just a faint trace of a Southern accent, due to the fact that she came from a border state.
"Say, I watched part of your match," I told her. "You did very well. I like your style."
"Thank you," she smiled demurely. "I watched all of your match and I think you just play superbly."
"You know, you look absolutely gorgeous."
"Thank you, honey."
I decided to make a move right there, since by that time the reporters had all scurried off toward their phones or back to their offices, whichever the case.
So I moved forward and planted a solid impactful kiss on her lips. She held her breath and willingly received it, throwing her arms around me tightly, which clued me in as to how much she wanted action right then and there. After a long, hard tennis match with a tough opponent I was ready for something on the lighter side to relax my cock and balls.
"Let's go into my dressing room," I whispered to her longingly after breaking our kiss.
"I'd love to," she nodded.
My heart pounded with exhilaration when we walked together into the dressing room. I led her over to the rubbing table, which would give us sufficient room in which to engage in sex.
I went to work immediately undressing her, unhooking her blouse, pulling it off, then going to work on her bra, which I also removed swiftly.
The moment I finished peeling off her bra I just had to put my tongue and fingers to work on her tits. I cupped my fingers around her breasts, then thrust my head between them, sucking and nibbling on them as she gasped and writhed with exhilaration.
"Oh, finish undressing me," she gasped, "do it quick before I have to shoot my juice."
I took off her slacks, then pulled her panties off, letting them run quickly down those trim, lithe legs that I longed to touch. I ran my fingers over her smooth gams, then let my head drop quickly between her legs.
"Go down on me," she begged urgently, "I've just got to have you suck me off. I need you. Oh, my twat is itching, baby, suck me, suck my cunt dry."
Her body was trembling uncontrollably as I sank my head down between her legs and went to work with a flourish. My teeth nibbled on her clit several times, and as I nibbled her entire body rocked on the table as she was overcome with passionate excitement.
I drove my tongue at a systematic pace, working toward that orgasm that I looked forward to. I pushed my tongue around in her moist box zealously, and the longer I sucked the more violently the table shook from her quivering body movements.
"Just keep it up a few more strokes," she gasped, "keep it up and I'll feed you my stuff. Oh, baby, can you suck cunt."
Her trigger finally exploded in my mouth, and was I ever happy to gobble up her juices. I gasped and my heart fluttered as I stuck with my efforts. Finally I swallowed all of her and was more than happy that I had.
"Oh, that was beautiful," she smiled triumphantly. "I needed that one, baby, and now I'm going to pay you back by giving you a good suck."
She proceeded to undo my tennis shorts, then pull my still sweaty shirt off of me.
"You must have lost a ton out there in that sun," she laughed at one point as she experienced difficulty pulling off my shirt.
Once the shirt and pants were off all she had to do was get me out of my shorts, an effort I cooperated in fully. When she finished she sank her head between my legs and began licking my balls, moving her tongue in a smooth yet rapid manner.
As she sucked my testicles she ran her fingers up and down the base of my prong. Between the two movements I became so stimulated that I could hardly stand it.
"Tell you what," she suggested with a smile. "If you want to suck my cunt while I'm going down on your cock then you'll get that much better a cock lick. When I'm getting it between my legs with a hot man's tongue and I'm really happy, I'm that much more effective."
I took her at her word. I wouldn't have disputed her at anything at that point, so anxious was I to please her and get my cock juices released at the same time.
I gasped with exhilaration as I put my tongue to work like radar on that sizzling box of hers. Back and forth my tongue slid while her tongue manipulated skillfully over my dick.
Between the two of us we just about tore that rubbing table we were sharing to shreds. It rocked back and forth ever which way as we sucked to our heart's content.
While I was well on my way toward a brilliant climax she shoved a hot finger up my asshole, letting it move with rapid-fire effectiveness as the sucking continued at an explosive pace.
I decided to shove my finger up into her asshole to give myself the same type of magnificent pleasure. Our bodies rocked, swaying from side to side, under the pressure of our efforts.
Now it was just a question of when we would shoot our wads. The big moment came and we ended up exploding at the same dramatic instant. So as she went after the hot juice that steamed out of my prick she bolted her juices into my mouth.
"Another delightful suck," she clapped her hands gleefully, like a playful little girl.
We finished our sex action at that point, but it wasn't the last time we would be getting together. We met at several other tournaments before I turned pro and she retired from tennis to marry the boy from back home. I just hope she never told him about us, or maybe the guy would want to kill me.
All I can say is that, even though I didn't get a chance to shoot my rocks off in her cockpit that first time, I did by the time we were through having sex together.
Not only did Yvonne get more than her share of action from me, but so did a lot of other cute girls on the scene. It's just that she stands out because of her exceptional looks and the kind of action she was capable of giving me.
When I turned pro and became a big name, and started earning plenty of money, the girls were coming at me so furiously that I had to shake a stick at them to keep them off of me. Yes, you'd have to say that I was definitely leading the charmed life.
In fact, I had things going so well on that score that that's undoubtedly the reason why I haven't been married to date. Hell, when I can get all the stimulating pussy I want, why should I restrict myself to one person?
Anyhow, when I really started going great guns as a pro tennis player I started getting wires of congratulations after big tournament victories from my mother. I'd ask my father about her, but he wouldn't say much of anything. In fact, most of the time when I asked anything about her he would do nothing but snort sarcastically. There was something sticking pretty deeply in his claw about her.
I noticed that she was living just outside Mexico City. I was acquainted with the town because I competed in an amateur tournament not far from it at one time.
My curiosity really started getting the better of me about her. I just had to see my mother, particularly after the nice wires and letters she started sending me when I'd win big tournaments. Sometimes she would add that she had seen me on television, which made me happy.
One time after I finished a tournament season with a victory in New York I decided to take a plane to Mexico City and find my mother.
It was a delightful plane excursion, and I was pleased to find out that at least two people on the flight knew of my reputation, since they had me sign autographs for them.
I got off the plane at Mexico City and took a bus to the little town where I hoped to find my mother. It was a pleasant jaunt in the afternoon sun, and we arrived at our destination in little more than two hours from the time we started.
When I got to the local post office I asked about my mother. The man who operated the postal station nodded with immediate recognition when I inquired.
"Si, si, you are her son, the famous tennis player," he grinned.
"That's right."
"Maybe you would be so kind."
He shoved a piece of paper and pen at me and I nodded, complying with his autograph wish. Then he gave me explicit directions on how to reach her house.
Since she lived only a few blocks from the post office where I received my information, I decided to walk. It was a bright, warm afternoon and I was just as happy to get some exercise.
It was pleasing to discover as I neared the place he had described that I was entering an exclusive area with beautiful houses. It appeared as if my mother had made the grade from that standpoint.
When I finally reached the Spanish-styled home with the red tile that the man at the post office had described, I was tremendously impressed, since it was one of the largest and most impressive places I had ever seen in all my trips through Mexico.
I knocked at the front door several times, receiving no answer. I was just about to go away for the time being in frustration when all of a sudden I heard some noises coming from the backyard.
I walked around to the side to investigate and found two people taking a swim in a huge pool, whose aqua waters looked so inviting that I felt like jumping in myself.
The woman had radiant black hair and as beautiful a body as any I had ever seen. In fact it looked so good that the first thing I said to myself was that it was even superior to that of Yvonne.
She had trim legs that tapered down to perfection, with the trimmest ankles I had ever seen. Her breasts were larger than those of Yvonne, and appeared just as firm, while her ass looked as tight and seductive as any I had ever seen inside the white bikini bottom she wore.
With her splashing in the pool, was a handsome, olive-skinned young Mexican.
I walked over toward them and called out, asking if they knew where my mother was. I seriously wondered whether I had been giving the right place by the man at the post office.
"Why would you like to see her?" the woman surveyed me with intelligent eyes, getting out of the water.
As she walked toward me I started getting good and horny from looking at her stunning face and form. I explained that I was her son.
The woman looked at me momentarily. Then she burst into laughter and broke into a trot toward me.
"Is that my big boy? Sure it is," she squealed excitedly, running toward me and planting a big kiss on my lips.
First of all I could hardly believe that she was my mother. She looked so incredibly youthful that it was inconceivable that she was once married to my father. She looked more like his daughter at a glance, particularly at a distance, due to her schoolgirlish figure.
As for her face, it was still beautiful up close, but there were a few lines observable, so that she didn't look quite as youthful as she did a few feet away.
Even if she was my mother, my cock stuck out straight and tall when she kissed me. She threw her arms around me and led me into the house as the Mexican man got out of the pool. She stopped at the back door and said:
"Juan, fix us some iced tea."
"Si," Juan nodded, walking behind us toward the house.
We chatted rapidly as we had some tea. She told me about the last time she had seen me, and confided that she had married a wealthy Mexican politician after she divorced Dad. The Mexican, from whom she had since been divorced, receiving the house she was living in, had been an ambassador for his country, enabling her to travel with him to foreign ports. That explained why my brother and I had received gifts from different countries from her.
Now the mystery was being pieced gradually together, and as I sat there I couldn't help but admire the spunky woman sitting before me. She was so lovely and so youthful in form and manner that it was still incredibly hard to adjust to the fact that she was my mother.
Once we finished tea she instructed Juan to fix us a Mexican lunch of chile and tamales. He was apparently her faithful valet, judging by the responsibilities he undertook.
Even though I tried not to be intimidated, I found myself catching peeks of my mother's voluptuous tits as I sat across the table from her. They looked so creamy and smooth, so ripe to the touch, that my fingers itched with intrigue. How I would love to put my fingers to work on those boobs, I kept thinking, even though it made me guilty to do so, since she was my mother, and I hadn't seen her in years.
Following lunch she insisted that we have some tequila. I don't have to tell you how powerful that stuff is. Well, we kept sipping it until we were both barely able to sit up. Juan, in the meantime, excused himself from our presence, informing mother that he would be going into town to do some shopping.
The inhibitions started leaving me and my staring at mother's tits became more noticeable. If she minded it even one solitary bit she never said anything to me about it.
"Come with me, my dear," she suddenly got up from the table, her legs only a little unsteady, motioning to me.
I followed her, it turned out, into the bedroom, and the first thing she did was draw the drapes. I couldn't get over what was going on. If it weren't for the fact that I was with my mother, whom I hadn't seen in years, I would have thought that she was putting the make on me.
After she drew the drapes she rolled back the sheets on the bed. I watched her do it, my cock hardening, wondering if maybe, in spite of the fact that I was her son, she was planning to seduce me into sex.
She finished rolling back the sheets, then took off her bikini, standing before me sexily with her hands placed on her hips, looking naked and liberated.
"Join me in bed, darling," she said softly, lowering her naked form into the bed.
She had the most gorgeous breasts you could ever imagine, and my eyes were hypnotized by their awesome presence. I stood there looking at her dumbfoundedly for a few seconds.
"Well, come on, dear," she finally coaxed gently. "Get those clothes off and get into bed with me. I'll bet you're some kind of stud. I'll say one thing. You sure are handsome."
I got off my clothes quickly, and when she took her first look at my hard dick she let out a gasp.
"Wow, I knew you'd be well hung," she said with confidence.
Her legs flipped from side to side and her fingers went to work toying with her twat as I got into bed.
She threw her arms around me and delivered a frantic French kiss inside my mouth. She took me by surprise. Most of the women I had made love to, even the ones who were wild between the sheets, usually let me do the leading. But Mom was so hot for action that she took the initiative right away.
Several kisses later she came up with an idea.
"Let's jerk each other," she said. "It's a good way to get both of us even hotter than we already are."
She quickly demonstrated her point by letting her fingers travel up and down the length of my hot dong. I began tingling all over, and retaliated quickly with action of my own, letting my fingers maneuver around inside her snatch.
We set a blazing pace with our finger exercises, sending pangs of sensation bolting through our bodies.
Once we managed to steam each other up, it was time for us to go on to the torrid sucking we were both eager to do. She sank her tongue against my cock, and as she slid up and down my lengthy pole she put her fingers to work on my balls.
As her tongue set a blistering pace on my stick my tongue set its sights on her already moist vagina. I let my tongue scatter diligently along her hairy next while she continued probing up and down my hot dick with her tongue.
Mom couldn't hold back very long. She spurted inside my mouth. As I eagerly caught her load my dick got all the hotter, and all the more eager to be eaten by her.
She drove her tongue at a frenzied clip as she realized how close I was to exploding, making her determination based on the way that my legs shook.
As Mom shot a second time, my cock exploded in her mouth. As I finished eating her I looked up and observed her hungrily dissolving my cock juices. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and never had I encountered anyone more eager to catch my load.
"I'll bet you'd like to fuck me again," she grinned after we had finished sixty-nining.
"What do you have in mind?"
"You'll see," she smiled. "But first off I wanna get that big cock right up there where it was before."
Her fingers went to work once more, probing diligently around my prick and balls, eager to get my prick up to full length. As it immediately began bouncing up lengthily, she ran her tongue along it several times to provide me with extra enthusiasm.
Once it was up there she spread her legs and stretched out on the bed. I watched as she propped a pillow underneath her cute, tight ass, which had tantalized me right from the outset.
"I feel like something very daring, very provocative," she threw her beautiful head back and laughed. "How about you?"
"I'm with you."
"I figured you'd be," she nodded. "I want you to stick that hot pecker of yours up my ass. I only want it from the hottest of men, and that's exactly what you are."
Her words of praise only served to make me more excited about getting involved with her, in giving her just the kind of satisfaction that she wanted.
I had only fucked a very few women up the ass. Only the most daring of the women I had known wanted it. Most of them, and forgive me for coining a weak pun, but they considered it to be no more than a pain in the ass.
Well, Mom was different. She wanted thrills any way that she could get them. That is, in the highly erotic sense. I guess that was one of the big reasons why we had gotten along so well from the very beginning that afternoon when we first met.
"You want me to lube my dick?" I asked her before I started.
"Nah, I'm no sissy," she laughed. "Sock it to me just the way it is. That's how I want it."
I took my cock in my fingers and stroked it a little, happy with the feel of it. Then I rammed it forward and pierced the insides of her hot ass.
She squeezed her legs together to provide greater tightness for me, then let out a swoon as I drove my dick in and out of her several times in rapid succession.
"Oh, you're really pumping that thing into me," she sighed, "it's in me nice and deep, just the way I like it, fuck me, honey, fuck me, keep that cock coming."
Nothing was about to stop me by that point. I was determined to keep right on pumping until I finally exploded. I'll say this for her, that ass was every bit as tight and intriguing as it had appeared to be when I got a first glimpse of it.
I kept right on shoving my dick high up into it as her buttocks cheeks shifted with my every movement, determined to provide all the extra impetus she could bring to bear.
"Go to it, baby, go to it," she encouraged.
"Oh, you're tight," I exclaimed.
As I moved ever closer to explosion I began slapping her buttocks cheeks. The friction of skin coming into contact with skin spurred both of us on toward greater heights.
"I'm gonna shoot my stuff right up that ass," I gasped.
"Do it, do it, I want it."
"You're gonna get it."
"Oh, are you a tiger."
Steadily I kept grinding my rapier dick inside her as she twisted and turned and in every way thoroughly enjoyed what I was doing to her. With every deep, piercing thrust I felt my cock and balls tingling a little more noticeably than before, and pushing me ever closer to the big moment when I would explode.
I watched the juice bolt out of her pussy as the excitement became too much for her. It got me all the more excited as I drove diligently toward a climax.
"Cream me, cream me," she begged, observing how close I was to completion of the act.
As I drew ever nearer, I took a deep breath and clenched her buttocks cheeks as I got set to explode.
"Oh, this is it, oh," I sighed as the hot juice bolted out of me.
Mom kicked her legs back and forth with glee as the juice she had sought poured into her pussy lining.
"I'm proud of my boy," she giggled. "He's quite a fuck."
"So are you," I patted her ass cheeks.
A few minutes after I exploded up her ass, as we lay naked in the bedroom talking, the front door opened and into the house came Juan, who carried groceries into the kitchen.
"Hey, Juan baby," Mom called out. "Come in here. I'd like to see my handsome senor."
Juan walked quickly into the bedroom. At first I was shocked to have him discover me lying in a compromising position in bed with my own mother. But when I saw how calmly he was taking the whole thing I felt differently.
"Yes. What would you like," Juan bowed politely.
"I'd like to have a look at that cock of yours."
"Very good," he nodded calmly.
From the way Juan was acting I had to assume that anything and everything went around the household. The more that I observed the easier it was to see why Mom had not gotten along well with Dad. They represented two distinctly different life styles.
Juan took off his clothes without batting an eye, giving me the distinct impression that he was accustomed to servicing Mom's sex needs. Once he got all his clothes off and showed her his hard prick, her face came alive with delight.
"That's what I call a good cock," she nodded. "Come over here and let me give it the attention it deserves."
I slipped over toward the edge of the bed so that I wouldn't be standing in the way of their sex activities. Juan sprawled out in the middle of the bed and Mom made an anxious grab for his dong, driving her tongue against his balls as his legs twisted with erotic anxiety.
She bathed his testicles in her juicy saliva for the next few minutes as they swelled with arousal. Then she began running her tongue up and down his dong, using long, sweeping strokes.
The next thing I knew I found myself standing up, my peter swelling with excitement as I watched Mom do an excellent job of running her tongue up and down his prick sweepingly while her fingers caressed his testicles.
Juan's cock began thrusting back and forth excitedly under the thunderous attack of her tongue, which was jet-propelled with enthusiasm and ready to collect every precious drop of cum that came out of him.
Finally I could watch no longer without somehow participating. I began running my fingers up and down my long pecker as the itchy urge to shoot off my cock once more hit.
Just as I began to really pick up the tempo with my finger movements, I watched Juan shut his eyes and let out a huge gasp. I stared at the end of his prick and watched the thick white stuff ooze out of it, filling Mom's mouth.
"Very good, my love," she nodded, slapping his buttocks playfully after the suck ended. Then she looked over at me. "I can see you're ready again, baby. Okay, I want you. Come over here and give me the chance to suck you off."
I walked over toward her and she picked up a towel that was lying on the bed.
"I'll just clean up this cock a little, that was inside my asshole a few minutes ago," she said in a brisk, business-like tone, cleaning my prick thoroughly, then putting the towel down.
This time it was Juan who sat on the sidelines as Mom went immediately to work on my prick. She seemed to have an insatiable thirst for hot male cock, and even though there were other activities she liked as well, such as the afore mentioned ass fuck, cocksucking seemed to be her first love.
Those fingers of hers worked a magic all their own on my cock and balls, and this time around she wanted to take her time, to run her fingers briskly over my cock and balls while the torrid tempo built inside us both.
Once the finger massaging had achieved its ends she went to work with that sweeping tongue of hers, running her fingers over my balls to keep them perfectly content, and sliding her tongue up and down my cock with speedy movements.
This time I was unable to contain myself for very long. She pushed me right to the brink immediately, and I spurted juice in no time at all, after which she turned loose of me and returned to Juan, who was ready for another round.
She kept that busy head of hers bobbing up and down until Juan shot his load one more time. Then she was finally ready to do something other than suck cock.
"Tell you what, honey," she pointed at me. "Why don't you go down on my snatch and suck me off."
I was more than happy to pay her that honor, getting her pussy to bolt a few strokes into the act.
That marked the end of all the sex for the evening, and we spent the rest of the night engaged in interesting conversation. I found it hard to believe what I had been through, that my own mother had milked my cock almost practically dry.
My legs were so stiff and rubbery when I went to bed that I felt I'd be sleeping for the next two days. I didn't, but I did sleep until late the following morning.
You know, I stayed with Mom for two weeks, and left feeling like I'd never fuck again. She took that much juice out of me. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. It's just that, when it was all said and done, I wondered about the whole thing. I wondered about whether it was really right to screw with my own mother like that." What made it even more weird was that in many ways she didn't even seem like my mother. As I mentioned before, she looked exceptionally young for the role with the way that she had preserved herself. And, in addition, I hadn't seen her for a long time, which naturally gave her, at times, the appearance of a beautiful young stranger.
As for her active propensity for cocksucking, she just couldn't get enough of it from me or anybody else. Not only was she frequently pumping up and down on my cock or Juan's, she had Juan bring other young men around, giving them the same kind of brisk tongue workouts.
At one point when we were alone sipping wine in the darkness of evening, Mom confided something to me:
"You know, it's this active sex life that keeps me young, I'm just convinced of it. Those juices that I get out of the cocks of young men like you provide me with wonderful protein, and the challenge of finding a new cock and a hot cock helps keep me going. Of course, my two husbands didn't quite see those points the same way I did. Your father in particular. Miguel, my second husband, wasn't as understanding as he could have been about my needs either. He turned his head a few times rather than precipitate friction with me, but eventually he dragged everything out into the open and told me that either my varied activities would have to cease or he wanted a divorce. Well, I'm willing to compromise on a lot of things, but not when it comes to my sex desires."
I haven't been back to see my mother since that trip. I've been kind of afraid of getting involved with her again. She's so excellent at sucking cock that I could easily see myself getting hooked on her and wanting to spend a lot of time with her.
Maybe I'll go back some day. I just don't know. There's one thing for sure, though, and that's that if I do, I'm gonna be rested, well rested. She really puts a man's cock through the mill. I don't think it's possible for any one man to satisfy her for any length of time.
SUMMARY
Kenneth's mother had an insatiable lust for sex, particularly of an oral nature.
Many women maintain the attitude that lots of sex keeps them young, as was the contention with Kenneth's mother. In occupying herself with fellatio to a large degree, she is not forced to exert as much pressure on her own system. It is the other party that is expelling juices, into her.
It is understandable why Kenneth's father was not inclined to speak about his ex-wife, considering her active propensities for multi-sex activities. He did not want to expose his son to such a situation. His previous relationship with Kenneth's mother could also be the reason why he adopted such a strict pattern in bringing up Kenneth.