Chapter 9
As Kathy felt her son's penis pressing against her vagina, she determined that she was going to have him slip it to her.
"Stick it in me, baby," she begged him breathlessly.
Reaching down he fumbled for his cock and finally stabbed it into her. As she felt the huge shaft slipping into her pussy she gripped it tightly with her vagina muscles.
"Fuck me," she begged anxiously, "fuck, baby. Let me feel it all the way. Now you're doing it. That's the way I want it. Fuck me."
The boy knew how to please her. With his rock-hard cock stabbing into her vigorously, he was stimulating her.
"Keep it up," he begged, "that's the way. Come on, baby. Fuck me."
He was driving into her with vigorous cock stabs now.
"Give it to me," he begged anxiously, "twist your ass. Come on, mom."
Reaching behind her he let his finger slip up her ass-hole.
"I'll give you a two-way fuck," he smiled as he plunged his finger up her ass and let his cock ride smoothly.
"You're doing it as if you were at an orgy," she laughed.
In her laugh he wondered if there wasn't a subtle suggestion. For he was feeling very guilty about what he'd done. But now he was enjoying it and nothing was going to stop him from getting his rocks off.
"Fuck it," he exclaimed excitedly, "grab it. That's how you do it. Fuck, mom, fuck, let your pussy grab my cock good and hard."
Rhythmically riding her he delighted in the way she grabbed his cock and squeezed.
"Snap it," he panted, "oh, keep that pussy snapping, mom. Beautiful."
She figured he might enjoy getting his ass fucked, too. Parting Paul's behind she slid her finger up his ass crack.
"I like it," he smiled, "Let's keep fucking each other, mom."
He couldn't last much longer. The clutching vagina muscles brought him to a scorching climax. Hot cream splattered inside her pussy at the same instant she juiced, too.
"Oh, baby," she groaned in delight, "I'm cuming. I'm there, sweetheart."
Her young son was pleased that she had made it on target. For his cock rode easy in her slippery pussy juice.
Slowly he eased his cock out of her.
"You've got one fantastic prick," she told him. "Daddy never gave it to me like this."
Paul was proud of himself. He was proud of his penis and his performance.
They showered together after a refreshing fuck and then had dinner. While they were eating she talked to him about moving.
"We shouldn't stay here," she told him, "because people might talk if they ever suspected we were balling. If we could be in a big city where no one would know what we're doing, that would be ideal."
"Where do you think we should go?" he asked.
"Your brother is in a college near New York," she told him, "and if we took an apartment in Manhattan I think that would be ideal. I could always get a job as a secretary."
"That sounds super to me, mom," Paul nodded. "I'd like to shake this town. It's Dullsville as far as I'm concerned."
"Let's start making plans," Kathy began as she later brought out her bank book and went over her account closely.
"I'd have to withdraw practically all of our savings to make the big hop to New York," she admitted, "but it would be worth it. You and I wouldn't be bothered by anybody."
"Mom," he told her nervously, "do you think we're doing the right thing?"
"Certainly, dear," she insisted, "there's not a thing wrong with us going away."
That night as Paul went to bed he was bothered.
How long did his mother intend their relationship to go on? Sure, he had agreed to give her some sexual kicks. But it wasn't on a life-long basis as far as he was concerned. When would it stop? This was the big question in his mind and he didn't know how to ask his mother about it.
The next morning he said nothing. He thought it best to continue as before. Perhaps the whole idea of going to New York would be forgotten.
However, that evening when he came home his mother talked about getting tickets for their flight to New York City. He realized he was wrong.
"Mom, you don't know anybody there," he reminded her, "you're taking a big chance."
"That shows how young I am," she laughed. "I'm not afraid to gamble."
Shaking his head he looked away. He was thinking about his friends. He was thinking about Rocky and about Donna. Having discovered Donna was a big find in his life. He hated to give her up.
"There isn't anyone here that you care to stay for, is there?" his mother asked curiously.
"Maybe there is," he said looking away.
"Who is she?" his mother shot back at him in an angry tone.
"Donna Adams," he told her, "and I don't like to leave her."
"You don't mean that hustling masseuse?" she snapped. "The girls at the bridge club all talk about her. She carries on with everybody who'll pay her price."
"She didn't charge me nothing," he told her emphatically.
"So the truth is out at last," his mother said, shaking her head in anger, "you and that horrid slut have been having sex. I should have guessed. Now she's a child molester."
"What about you, mom?" he asked, looking at her directly.
"What about me?" she shrugged. "You don't put our relationship in that category, certainly, do you?" she shot back angrily.
"I'm not a minor," he reminded her, "and you are an adult. More than that, you are my mom."
"That's why I love you so much," she countered quickly. "I hope you don't hold it against me that I am your mother."
"I don't hold anything against you," he assured her, "but we have to look at reality now and then. Sometime I'm gonna go out on my own. What are you gonna do then?"
"We'll worry about that when the time comes," she said happily. "Right now, let's just think of shaking the dust of this town off our feet. I've had it here. I want new horizons."
"All right," he told her, "I'm with you. I just don't want you to get hurt."
"Don't worry," Kathy said, "I'm not gonna get hurt. I know the day will come when you will want to leave me, dear. And I'm prepared for that day. But in the meantime let me store up some wonderful memories of you and me having sex together. I will be your instructor. Your teacher. And when you go from me, to some other girl your age, of course, you will be able to please her. It isn't as easy to please women as it once was. They expect to get their climaxes, too."
His mother had made her point. And he had warned her.
"Let's change the subject," she suggested. "We want to be happy, don't we?"
"Yes," he told her, "Let's do change the subject. What about the trip?"
"In two weeks we can take off," she said. "I'm having a garage sale next weekend. We'll get rid of everything. It costs more to move it than it's worth. That will give us a nest egg."
"Not a very big nest egg," he warned his mother cautiously.
"If you count all the money in my savings account along with the garage sale money," she told him, "that's quite a bit."
The following weekend Kathy conducted her garage sale. She was a bit disappointed with what she took in. However, nothing was going to stop her. She had her plans and she was going to follow through with them, come hell or high water.
"It's just one week more," she told Paul, "and I can hardly wait."
Paul looked at her and smiled.
"You'd do anything to run away with me, wouldn't you?"
Going over to her young son she slowly unzipped his fly.
"Why don't you sit on the chair, darling?" she smiled. "Then you could look at your favorite TV show while I'm blowing you."
He nodded. It might be interesting, Paul thought, to have his cock sucked while he was looking at his fun show. However, he hoped that the TV wouldn't distract him from the delight that he was experiencing as she would mouth his penis.
His mother had made it a point to lock the doors and pull the shades. And as she reached for his cock in her shorts and pulled it out, his body trembled.
"Pull on it awhile at first," he suggested, "don't just suck on it. You should take a little time and build up to it."
"I'm so glad you told me," she smiled appreciatively. "I get so carried away with you, darling, I guess I try to rush everything."
Reaching down she gently massaged his big balls.
"That's a good idea," Paul informed her, "play with my nuts. You can play with my balls with one hand while you pull on my shaft with the other, mom. I'd really like that."
Kathy did as she was told. She gripped his penis and played with the shaft of it while she used her other hand to tug on his testicles. He like the double sensations.
"You can make little darting licks with your tongue," he suggested, "just don't slip your mouth over it and suck. The moment you suck, I'm ready to shoot off my juices."
Kathy let her tongue lightly lick his cock head. She dipped gently into the small slit at the top of his thick penis.
"Oh, beautiful," he told her, "Lick it like that, mom."
She was using her hands effectively while her tongue gently laved the velvety crown of his penis. Dipping into the small slit now and then made his cock quiver with excitement.
He was happy he had her this stimulated.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Can you ever suck, mom. Oh, put your mouth on it. Oh, mom, suck my prick, suck it off."
His eyes were diverted from the television set now. He was focused on his mother.
"Eat my cock," he begged her, "eat it, mom. That's what I want, eat it."
Passionately thrusting his cock into her he reached forward and gripped her head.
"Now you're doing it," he told her, "suck. Suck that big juicy prick. Come on, mom, suck it. Suck it off, mom, suck."
She was really turned on now and so was he.
"Suck it," he begged her, "that's the way you do it. Suck that big juicy prick. Oh, sweetheart, suck that cock off."
She liked to pull on his balls while her mouth moved up and down the length of his shaft. However, she regretted the fact he still had his pants on. For if he was naked she could play with his ass.
"I'm cuming," Paul exclaimed as he reached out, gripped her head and forced her down over his penis. "Suck it out. Suck that juice. Suck that cock off. Suck it, mom."
The hot white cream flooded her mouth. It dripped from the corners of her mouth.
"Ohhh," he groaned in passionate frenzy, "what a cock suck. Oh, mom, eat my dick."
The hot white steady stream of shooting cum pleased Kathy. She had grown accustomed to his sperm taste and she loved to suck it. It was like a delicious dessert to her.
Finishing him off she pulled her mouth off his penis.
She looked at him, radiant and happy.
"You enjoy it when I do that to you, don't you?"
"I do," he admitted.
He tucked his cock back in his shorts. His mother went over to the television and turned it off.
"Why don't we go to the bedroom, baby?" she told him. "I've got a great idea for us."
He was horny enough now to fuck a couple more times. He followed her into the bedroom, but he was hardly prepared for what she had in mind.
"What in the world are you doing with that?" he exclaimed when he saw her pull a dildo out of a drawer. Quickly he recalled the time Donna fucked his ass-hole with a dildo. He wondered if his mother was about to do this same thing.
"This is for you, dear," she smiled. "You can give me a double fuck. You can plunge your penis in my pussy while the dildo is screwing my ass-hole. How about that?"
"Wild," he chuckled, "I'll do it to you, mom, if that's what you'd like."
Paul shed his clothes. He was a bit reluctant to wear a dildo. Nevertheless, if this was what would make his mom happy, he figured he might as well.
Strapping the dildo on, he looked in the mirror and went into a laughing jag.
"What's so funny?" she questioned him.
"I don't know," he smiled with an amused expression playing around his lips, "but just looking at two cocks made me feel like a fuck freak."
"You look wonderful to me," she told him. "Each penis will bring me pleasure."