Chapter 12
When Kathy went up to Bert's apartment she got a good idea of what he expected. For he had colored lights in his bedroom and a stereo system hooked up so the room almost vibrated with sound. Mirrors were on the walls and he had dark purple sheets.
"Like the purple sheets?" he smiled at her.
"Passion purple," she commented crisply. "Flashing lights and rock music"
"I've got African fertility drums to fuck by," Bert told her. "I've discovered they supply a real good fuck. I'm gonna use a French tickler on you tonight You'll like that."
"I hope you can please me, Bert," she said with heavy sarcasm. "I am a woman who knows what it is to be loved."
"I can please you all right," he assured her, "that is, if any man can."
"Knock it off," she said angrily, "I told you once. And I meant it, Bert."
Bert got the point and quit teasing her. She undressed mechanically.
"You've sure got a nice body," Bert observed. "I always like women with big tits. I'm glad you're well stacked, honey. That will make it much nicer."
"I'm sure I'm capable of satisfying you, Bert."
When she was completely nude she got in the middle of the bed on the purple sheets. Bert turned on the spotlights. She was amazed to see that they were swinging spots.
"You need a lot of gimmicks, Bert," she quipped. "I hope it's not because you're impotent."
"I can assure you that is not the case," he told her. "I took one of those courses in creative fucking. They recommended all of this stuff."
"One of those expensive Masters and Johnson courses?" she teased.
"No way," he told her. "I think it's a rip-off to pay that much."
"You would," she told him, "because you're cheap."
Bert wasn't teasing any more.
"First step in our lovemaking, sweetheart," he told her without humor, "will be to slap your ass."
She rolled over so he could use his belt on her behind.
"Relax, honey," he told her, "and I will just use this belt lightly. The sound of it lashing on your bare ass cheeks excites me."
She waited for Bert to get his kicks. As the belt lashed across her bare behind, she winced in pain. However, she tried not to let on that it hurt her that much.
When Bert was satisfied, he got on the bed and began massaging and licking her ass cheeks. When he was totally stimulated he shot his tongue up her ass-hole.
"Oh, suck my ass, Bert," she begged. "I like that.
Come on, tiger, suck ass."
This was one position she enjoyed. She only hoped that when Bert decided to shove it in her pussy he would give her a good performance.
When she was in position flat on her back, she spread her legs conveniently. Bert straddled her. He slipped on the French tickler quickly. The sound of the African drum beat vibrated through the bedroom. The flashing lights did stimulate her.
"Watch in the mirror," Bert suggested as he plunged his thick cock with the French tickler on the tip of it into her.
"Just drive that big cock of yours into me," she urged him. "That's the way I want to do it. Come on, baby, give it to me."
Bert pounded his penis into her. The Franch tickler excited the sensitive walls of her vagina. Reaching up, she gripped his shoulders. Her hands slid from his shoulders down to the swell of his buttocks.
"Oh, it feels good," he told her, "when you play with my ass. Why don't you finger fuck it?"
Parting Bert's behind, Kathy slid her finger up his tight ass-hole. Bert enjoyed the sensation of her tingling finger massaging his prostate.
"Fuck," she begged, "fuck me. Come on, Bert, give it to me. Oh, baby, now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Come on, sweetheart, fuck. Fuck it."
Bert's big penis plunged vigorously into her pussy. The Franch tickler did its work.
"Oh, I can't stand it," Kathy cried as she locked her legs around Bert's. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Come on, tiger. Give me a good screw."
Bert was stabbing away as her finger fucked his ass-hole. He was coming closer and closer to climax.
"Oh, baby," his voice boomed, "we made it. Fuck off!"
like a rocket exploding he shot his gun off in her vagina. Her pussy muscles clamped on his cock and squeezed, milking it.
When Bert pulled his penis out of her he slid the French tickler off. He stretched out and rolled over.
"Can I go home now?" she asked quietly.
Bert rolled over and glared at her.
"You're one of those mechanical fucks," he told her, "timing it. Honey, you can't fuck a guy like that. You've got to put some passion into your pus-sy."
"I gave you a good screw," she told him, "now if you don't mind, I've got to go home. I'm not shacking up with you for any two-bit job."
"If that's what you think of working in my place," he snapped angrily, "you can go to hell in a bread basket."
"Thanks a lot," Kathy stammered as she got to her feet and started dressing.
Bert was outraged. Kathy was furious. She took the subway back to the hotel where her son was staying. Paul was watching the late late show and he wondered why she was so late.
"What have you been doing, mom?" he mumbled.
"The boss tried to put the make on me the first night," she fumed, "and I couldn't go through with it.'
"Why not?" Paul demanded. "Do you want me to turn into a tramp?" she shrieked.
"I didn't mean that," he told her, "but how the hell are we gonna live?"
"All you ever worry about is yourself," she quipped angrily. "You're the most selfish person I've ever known."
"I'm your son," he smiled, "remember that."
She was so upset she didn't have any more to say to him. She got into bed and tried to sleep. Then she remembered her other son. She should be contacting him.
"What about my brother?" he asked her.
"Your brother is in college," she reminded him, "and he isn't far from here. I'm gonna call him so maybe he can get away this weekend and come and visit us."
"Are you gonna tell him what you plan to do?" Paul asked.
"I'm telling him that I split that good-for-nothing Mid-Western corn town," she complained, "and I'm trying to make a life of my own. Do you mind?"
Paul didn't answer. He was just about asleep from the movie and he didn't want to fight. It was too early in the morning.
They had a good sleep that night and the next morning she called her other son at college.
"Eric," she began, "this is mom. I'm not far from you, dear. Paul and I are at a hotel in New York."
"What are you doing there?" he asked in surprise.
"We moved here," she informed him.
"You moved there?" he asked her. "How are you gonna make it in New York? That's not an easy city, mom."
"I know it isn't, darling," she told him, "but I just have a feeling I'm gonna hit it lucky."
"Life doesn't work on luck," Eric informed her. "I'll come and see you. Where are you staying?"
"At the Chancelor Towers," she told him. "We're on the fortieth floor. The view from up here is wonderful."
"I know it must be," he assured her, "and it's an expensive place, too. Where are you getting all this money?"
"Don't worry about a thing, dear," she told him. "Everything is gonna work out just fine."
Eric was worried. He knew his mother was given to flights of imagine. But this was too much.
Going back into the bedroom Paul immediately asked, "What did my big brother say?"
"He wished us well," he smiled, "and he's going to join us for dinner Saturday night. He's coming to our hotel. Isn't that wonderful?"
"Yes," Paul mumbled, still worried.
Saturday afternoon came and she still hadn't found work. However, the money hadn't run out completely and she figured that they should splurge with a big dinner.
When Eric showed up she looked at him proudly.
"My, what a handsome young man you are," she smiled, "I would barely recognize you with a beard, my dear."
"The girls like it," he smiled.
"Does it tickle their pussy when you're eating them?" his younger brother asked him.
"What a horrid question for you to ask him," Kathy complained.
"No, the girls like it," he told his younger brother honestly.
They went out to dinner and then they came back to the hotel.
"Do you only have one bed here?" Eric asked in amazement.
"They only had this room," Kathy explained to her son.
Eric suggested he sleep on the floor.
"No, you don't have to do that," Kathy told him, "it's such a big bed all of us could sleep in it."
"All right," Eric said, "but I don't like it, mom."
He stripped down to his shorts and then he got in bed. He was a bit surprised when he noticed his brother Paul pulled off his shorts.
"Do you sleep bare-ass naked, Paul?" he asked him.
Just then he got another jolt when he saw his mother taking off all of her clothes, too.
"Paul and I have gone nudist," Kathy smiled knowingly.
"I don't care to be a nudist," Eric said. "I don't want to display myself."
Glancing down at his bulging crotch, Kathy wished he would.
"You do as you will, dear," she told him, "I don't want to suggest anything."
"I hope not," he shrugged, "after all, you are my mother."
"That's why it wouldn't matter if you slept naked next to me," she told him. "Nothing could happen."
Eric was getting disgusted. If they both were sleeping in the buff, perhaps he was inhibited.
"I'm game," he laughed as he finally reluctantly pulled off his shorts.
Once he was completely naked he got in bed with the two of them. Kathy was in the middle.
"Sleep well, darling," she told him.
He suddenly got out of bed and she asked him what he was up for.
"I always sleep with a gun under my pillow in New York," he explained to her.
"Is it necessary?" she asked curiously.
"You bet your ass it is," he assured her. "If you don't have a gun handy you could get killed around here."
Eric went to his pants and got the gun out of one packet.
"That's a small gun," his mother observed.
"It's small but it does the work," he assured her.
With the gun safely under his pillow Eric rolled over and started to go to sleep.
Kathy couldn't help but notice he had a hard-on when he got up the second time. She wondered if she had ignited him.
She figured the best thing for her to do was to pull back the covers and tease him to where he would want to play with her body.
She didn't calculate wrong. For Eric was watching her. When the sheet was pulled away from her bosoms revealing the dark red nipples, he felt his mouth watering. Then suddenly he reached over and touched them. Paul was watching.
"Do you want to suck on one breast?" she asked her son.
"You're demented," he said nervously.
"Demented but delicious," she assured him.
Reaching over he fumbled with the nipple and then he let his mouth slip over her breast.
"Love me, baby," she told him, "please. That's what I want you to do."
He was thrilled at the opportunity now. For he realized he could obtain some wild kicks.
"Suck on my tits," she begged both boys. "Go ahead. There's one breast for each son."
Kathy's lusty sons immediately followed her instructions. First Paul sucked on one side and Eric sucked on the other.
"It feels so wonderful to have my boys adoring me," she said. "Oh, yes. I love it. Oh, Eric. Love me, baby."
Eric was loving her. But it was upsetting his psyche. For he recognized what an awful, evil thing incest was.
"Why don't you eat my pussy?" she panted. "Oh, Eric, you could stick your tongue in my twat while your brother eats out my ass."
"I will if you'll suck my ass and eat my dick," he suggested.
Eric swung around. His mother grabbed at his huge cock. She pulled on it as her tongue sucked all around his ass cheeks. Suddenly, his tongue slid down between her vagina lips and he was eating her box. Meantime, his younger brother was sticking his tongue up her rectum. She loved the two of them doing her.
"Ohhh," she groaned in delight, "it's wonderful to have the two of you loving me."
Having expressed her gratitude for this double action, she went back to sucking on Eric's ass cheeks. Eric was amazed as he felt her fingers pulling his ass apart. Now her tongue was slipping up his ass crack. Would she actually stick her tongue up his ass-hole? He wondered.
Kathy didn't give Eric long to wonder. For stiffening her tongue, she suddenly stabbed it up his hot, tight ass-hole. At the same instant she grabbed his cock and pulled on it rhythmically.
"Suck my ass," Eric told her, "suck ass. Oh, I love it with your tongue slipping around up there. That's the way. Suck my ass out."
Her hand action on his penis got him still more stimulated.
"Keep pulling on my dick," he told her. "That's it. Oh, mom, what a rim job."
Eric went back to sucking on her pussy. All the while Paul was eating out her ass. The two boys felt no shame or guilt at this moment. For passion was propelling them into this wild, erotic, incestuous orgy.
"Suck my ass," Eric panted as he pulled his tongue out of her vagina for a second. "Eat it, mom. Suck ass."
Time and again Eric had tried to get his girl friend at college to eat out his ass. But she wouldn't. He was lucky if he got a halfhearted blow job now and then. It was a sexual bonanza for him now. For not only did his mother's tongue stab up his ass-hole, but her hands gripped his big penis and pumped vigorously.
"Oh, keep it up," he begged, "that's the way. Oh, mom, eat my prick."
Slipping her tongue from his anus she licked his balls and then let her tongue slide up the underside of his cock. All at once her mouth encased his penis head.
"Suck me," he told her, "suck me. That's it. Suck my dick off, mom."
His throbbing penis shot down her throat Caressing the back of her throat with the head of his cock excited him still more.
"Eat it," he told her, "eat my dick. That's the way. Eat it, mom."
Eric was anxious to obtain the ultimate kicks. He was enjoying it now.
"Suck me," he begged her, "suck my cock off, mom."
Meantime he went back to licking her pussy. The velvety vagina walls were juicing. For she was experiencing the same electrical sexual thrills that her son was. Hungrily Eric ate her pussy.
Paul was getting disgusted. All he was getting was her ass-hole. He felt as if he had been cheated. Apparently, Kathy had no loyalty to him. She was an oversexed nympho. The more he thought-about it, the angrier he got. Jealousy seethed through him with a green rage. Stopping sucking her ass he reached up to slip the gun from under Eric's pillow. Eric was so absorbed getting his cock sucked and eating his mother's pussy that he didn't notice. Paul looked at them both.
"Eat me," Eric exclaimed as his penis unloaded in his mother's mouth and she sucked the creamy cum out. "Eat me, mom."
Right in the throes of passion, Paul pulled the trigger.
"We're all wired wrong at the factory," he exclaimed. "Every damn one of us."
Now Kathy pulled her mouth off Eric's cock. She looked at him pointing the gun at them.
"Have you gone bananas?" she shrieked.
"I've come to my senses," he smiled smugly.
Eric was about to jump for the gun when Paul pulled the trigger. The blast shattered Eric's heart.
"Ohhh," Eric groaned, "why did you have to do that?"
"You bastard," Paul stammered. "She's mine. You have no right to her."
"What have I done?" Kathy sobbed as she looked at her son bleeding. "Oh, God, forgive me."
"I'll forgive you, too, mom," Paul said, his eyes glistening with madness.
Pulling the trigger again, he blasted her.
Others in the hotel heard the gunshots. They came racing down the hall.
"What's going on here?" one man's voice boomed loudly.
"It's family fun day," Paul called out, "the perfect end to an orgy. I just killed my mom. And my fuckin' brother, too."
"Open up," a voice called out, "open up!"
Moments later the manager was called and a room clerk came up immediately to stop the disturbance.
Opening the door he was greeted by a gory sight. There lay Kathy, dead in her blood, with her arms wrapped around her son, Eric. A ghoulish sight greeted their eyes as Paul lay with a pool of blood around his head where he'd shot out his brains.