Chapter 3
Paul soon found out that finding a girl who would do everything he wanted her to the way his mother did was not as easy as he had imagined.
The moment he put his hand on the chick he dated the first weekend away from mom he got a slap.
"I'm not an easy lay," the girl snapped indignantly.
"What do you want, diamonds?" he said angrily.
"Are you trying to say I can be bought and sold?" she demanded.
He became so intensely angry at her response that he nodded.
"You good-for-nothing," she exclaimed, "I'll teach your something about women."
She opened the car door and left him. As he sat there alone he had plenty of time to think. His mind was troubled now. What had he done wrong? It really bugged him. It seemed as if every move he made was wrong.
When he came home he discovered that his mother had waited up for him. She had fallen asleep looking at an old Bogart movie. He awakened her angrily.
"Have a good time, darling?" she asked, glancing at him.
"No," he shrugged. Saying no more, Paul went to his bedroom and slammed the door. Secretly Kathy was happy. She hoped that he would strike out. For she knew all too well that if he scored she would be left on the shelf. And she wasn't about to be left on the shelf for any slut.
Going to his bedroom she rapped insistently on the door.
"Let me in, Paul," she begged, "I want to talk to you."
"Leave me alone," he begged.
"No," she insisted, "I must speak with you, dear. I don't want to see you hurt."
Finally he let her come into his bedroom. He had undressed down to his shorts. Sitting on the edge of the bed she observed the bulging crotch. Apparently, he still had a hard-on even though he was angry.
"I'm so sorry about what happened," she told him, "but you can't score every time. Maybe she wasn't any good for you."
"I don't know how to make out with women," he told her. "I guess you've got to have a magic formula. I know guys at school who can get any chick. There's this guy Fred. You should see what Freddie does with the girls."
"Maybe mother can help you," she told her son. "After all, I am a woman. Women must be dealt with carefully. If you say the right thing to them you can get anything you want from them."
Reaching over she gently squeezed his cock through his cotton shorts.
"Don't do that, mom," he told her. "Why not, son?" she questioned him. "If you want to get screwed," he told her, "I'll pull my shorts down and let you lick my dick. You want that, don't you?"
"I don't like your attitude," Kathy said, seizing the opportunity to make him beg for it.
"What's wrong with it?" he asked, as he got to his feet and slipped off his shorts.
He stood there stroking his magnificent male member with one hand while he reached down to his balls and cupped them in his hand and squeezed them with the other. Kathy's eyes were pulled like a magnet to her son's thick pulsating penis.
"All right," she said quietly, "I guess mom can love you. Just get on the bed, baby, and I'll show you what I want to do."
Her young son got on the bed and spread his legs in an open invitation.
"Why don't you roll over on your stomach," she suggested.
Paul rolled over and spread out. It didn't take long for his mother to find some oil. Pouring the oil over her hand she started to massage his back. He loved the feel of her hands moving up and down his backside. She squeezed his ass cheeks and then she slid her hand between his ass crack.
"Feel of my balls back there, mom," he suggested. "I'd like that fine."
She let her hands gently massage him. Then wandering between his ass crack she eased a finger up his ass-hole.
"That feels good," she told him, "keep doing that."
She bent over and pressed her soft breast against his firm behind. He loved the sensation.
"Oh, wiggle your tits on my ass," he begged.
Kathy did just that. Then rising up she let her tongue lick between his ass croack.
"Lick me," he begged, "Lick my ass out, mom, that's what I want."
She was happy to do Paul's bidding. For she was so turned on with him that anything he wanted her to do, she would do.
With rhythmic strokes she ate his ass. At the same time her hands clasped his ass cheeks and squeezed them.
"Suck my ass," he begged, "suck my ass-hole, mom."
At this point Paul was so stimulated he knew what he had to do. And he did it. Turning over he flipped his cock in her face.
"You'd better do me, mom," he urged.
Before she sucked his cock off she thought he would enjoy slipping his penis between her bosoms. She pressed her great breasts against him. The rock-hard cock slid smoothly.
"That feels super," Paul told his mother, "now play with my ass while you are sliding my prick between your tits."
She slid her hands under her young son's bare behind. She grasped at his ass cheeks.
"Keep that up," he begged, "oh, mom, keep massaging my dick with your beautiful breasts."
He was becoming more and more excited.
"Ohhh, suck me," he begged as his passion reached new heights. "Suck my prick. Come on, mom. Suck my cock off."
She moved up him a bit farther and grabbing his gigantic cock she pressed her lips over its velvety warm crown. She let her tongue lick back and forth.
"Suck me," he begged eagerly, "suck my prick. Come on, mom, suck me."
She let her mouth slip over his shaft and she sucked vigorously.
"That's the way I like it," he told her, "suck my cock off. Come on, suck me."
Her head bobbed up and down on his jabbing penis. She could feel him caressing the back of her throat with his cock head.
"Oh, does that ever feel good when I slide it down your throat," he told her. "Just keep it up. I'll be cuming soon."
The promise of a white flash flood of sperm kept her there. For it was difficult having her mouth and throat filled with her young son's thick pulsating penis. Kathy knew, however, that unless she pulled back, the sperm would shoot down her throat and she would not have the opportunity to taste him. So at one point she pulled away and let his hot cream splash into her mouth. She licked quicker now and he shot a good load.
When she had completed sucking his cock off she pulled away.
Her young son was radiant. His cock quivered as it remained hard.
"You've to me so excited, mom," he told her, "my old cock won't go down. What do you think of that?"
"It's time for another fuck," she smiled, "that's what I think. Son, there's one thing I can do. I can teach you different positions that women need to derive the ultimate sexual climax."
"You name it, and I'll fuck it," he smiled.
Paul was such a playful young boy that it amounted to a wonderful opportunity for her to enjoy herself.
"Sit up," she suggested, "and I'll stretch out over you. I'll let you jab it in there and you will love it."
Paul sat up in the bed. Then his mother straddled him. This time she was lying on her back and Paul could reach out and play with her bosoms while his huge shaft slid rhythmically in and out of her pussy.
"I think you're going to enjoy this," she told him.
"Just keep jabbing that big cock of yours. You have a good angle for your cock."
He went to town now and as she wiggled her hips on him he jabbed forward. All the while he was watching her expressions. The erotic pleasure that flashed in her face as his finger tips manipulated her bosoms pleased him.
"That's it, baby," she begged, "fuck me. Oh, yes. Fuck. I want it. Now you're doing it. Just like that. Keep it up."
He was ramming forward in hard rapid-fire cock stabs.
"Fuck it," he told her, "grab it with your hips. That's it, mom. Give me a good balling."
She was happy to accommodate his lustful requirements. And as he pumped his cock to her she gripped it tightly. Reaching forward he squeezed her nipples tightly.
"Fuck, baby," he told her, "that's the way you do it. Keep fucking."
He went on ramming it to her with hard driving thrusts.
"Keep it up," he begged, "that's it. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby. Fuck."
As she saw his tense expression as he closed in on climax she got so hot she juiced the same second he shot off his gun.
"I'm cuming," he gasped excitedly, "oh, wow!"
He fucked now with fervent pleasure.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Fuck off. That's it. Fuck it."
She squeezed his sliding shaft as he juiced. "Ohhh," she gasped, "I love that. Oh, baby, fuck it."
When he pulled his cock out of her he realized more than ever before what a fantastic time he could have with her. Now he wanted to demonstrate what he could do with other women. He knew he couldn't say anything more to her about his desire for another sexual partner. But he kept his eyes open.
He heard about older women enjoying sex and he thought it would be good if he could find a widow or a divorcee who needed some satisfaction. That way he could obtain the release he needed, he thought.
Responding to an advertisement for a woman who said she needed a young man to help her around the house, he went to visit Claire Burke. The first moment he laid eyes on the dark-haired woman he felt his cock stiffen.
"I don't know whether you've had enough experience," Mrs. Burke told him. "You see, I'm alone since my divorce and I have to have someone who can do odd jobs around the house."
"Give me a chance," he begged.
"All right," she told him, "maybe I can."
She went into the living room and told him that she wanted him to wash the walls.
"I've never done that before," he admitted, "but I know I could."
"Do you have your work clothes with you?" Claire asked confidentially. "You can begin if you have, my dear."
"No, I don't," he told her, "but it won't be any problem if you have some old clothes around the house. I could wear those."
"I'm afraid I don't have any," she apologized, "except for an old swim suit that my husband left behind."
"That would be all right with me," he told her.
She went to the bedroom and brought out the swim suit. And young Paul saw it was a very brief bikini style. He didn't let on that he was certain that she had deliberately brought out the swim suit so he would expose plenty of his body to her view.
Once he was in the brief swim suit, she had a stepladder ready for him to start washing the walls.
All the time that he was working she was watching him.
"Apparently, you get a lot of exercise," she complimented him.
"Quite a bit," he admitted.
"There isn't a reason in the world," she smiled, "that my husband couldn't have done a few of these jobs. It was difficult living with a man like him. All he wanted me for was sex."
As he glanced down at her he could understand why.
"Well, you've got a beautiful body, Mrs. Burke," he told her.
"You can call me Claire," she told him.
"You've got a nice body, Claire," he assured her.
Claire was so flattered that she told him she wanted to help.
"Perhaps if I would slip into my swim suit," she suggested, "we could work together and get this done right away."
Paul waited for her to make her appearance. When she did in a tight-fitting white bikini he gulped. s
"Do I shock you?" she smiled as she picked up a wash rag and began cleaning the wall.
"Not at all," he told her. "As a matter-of-fact, you are just what I figured. Hungry for sex, that's what I figured."
Claire made it a point to get close to young Paul.
"If you would slip that suit off," he told her, "I could give you a good time."
"I thought you came here to work," she complained, "not to put the make on me."
"You want me to give you a good time," he told her, "and I know it."
"You men are all alike," she said angrily, "you figure women who are alone must have sex. You don't know how wrong you are. I don't need it."
"Oh, yes, you do," Paul insisted.