Chapter 6
Kathy was pleased that he had given her such a good rating in the sex department.
When she went home Paul was reading a magazine.
"How did everything go at school today, son?" she asked him.
"Just fine, mom," he said, looking away from her.
"You know, dear," she told him, "I have done you a big favor."
"You have?" he asked her curiously. "What are you talking about?"
"About you and me and sex," his mother explained. "I went to a sex clinic."
"Why did you need to go to a place like that?"
"Because," she explained, "I wanted to do my best to help you develop."
"Develop what?"
"If you are going to have a happy marriage," she said coyly, "you must please your wife. Unless you know what you're doing, you can't do that. A woman can divorce a man if she isn't getting satisfaction, you know."
"Is that true?" Paul asked, ignorant of the full impact of what she was trying to do.
"Certainly it is," she said, "and it's important that you realize how few women achieve climax. Therefore, I have done my best to learn a few techniques that I can pass along to you that will help you."
Kathy said not another word. She figured she would arouse his curiosity and that would be the best way that she could get him in bed with her.
She went to her bedroom a moment and slipped off her coat and dropped her purse on the dresser. She went to the kitchen then and started preparing dinner. Immediately Paul was at her side.
"What did this cat tell you?" he asked, getting jealous.
"He didn't just tell me," Kathy confided, "he demonstrated."
"Demonstrated?" he asked, amazed.
"Certainly, dear," his mother said calmly, "that's what sex clinics are for."
He shook his head.
"It sounds dirty to me," he told her.
"On the contrary," she smiled, "I will teach you plenty tonight after dinner."
She made it a point to fix him a good meal. She wanted to pour plenty of protein into him so she could suck plenty of juice out of him.
When they were in the living room watching television, she commented, "How dull can these shows get? I'm tired of these re-runs."
"Do you have any other ideas for what we can do?" Paul asked, knowing what she would suggest.
"Yes," she said quickly, "I think we ought to have a good time together. Why not a good fuck?"
"All right," he agreed, "I guess we could."
He was happy that he was getting his point across to her. Even though it was very difficult he realized that she was listening to him at last.
"You know, baby," she said, "the important thing is for you to be completely uninhibited. How would you like to eat my box on the kitchen table?"
"What?" he asked in amazement. "Is that what they taught you at that sex clinic?"
"Yes, dear," she smiled. "People who want to really enjoy themselves sexually must be completely uninhibited. To be completely uninhibited requires a lot of imagination. Why don't we just take off our clothes and parade around the house completely naked?"
"I'd get horny looking at you if I had all my clothes off," her young lusty son admitted.
"That's as it should be," she smiled casually.
He got the point. She was starting to undress and Paul stripped, too. However, not before she had pulled all of the shades and blinds in the house and put the double lock on the door and checked the back door as well.
"Now we won't be disturbed," she said, "and we'll just let the phone ring. Oh, honey, do you ever look good when you're completely nude," she said, observing her son as he slid totally out of his shorts.
She went over to him and reached for his cock and pulled on it a couple of times.
"You like that, don't you?" he asked with a happy smile.
"It's a nice play thing," she admitted. "And mother knows best."
She dropped to her knees and let her tongue lightly lick his cock.
"Are you gonna blow me now?" he asked.
"No way," Kathy told him. "First I want to teach you how to eat my pussy on the kitchen table."
Going to the kitchen Kathy had a few ideas herself.
"You know that strawberry jam you like so well?" she smiled at him. "Yes," he nodded.
"I'm gonna feed you strawberry pussy," she giggled.
Pulling off the tablecloth she then proceeded to get the strawberry jam from the kitchen cabinet. Next she parted her pussy lips and spoon fed herself the strawberry. Getting in the middle of the table she spread her legs for him. He could see the strawberry dripping from her shaved pussy.
"Oh, that looks beautiful," Paul smiled, pulling up a chair and reaching for her thighs.
Paul's hot tongue licked along her vagina. The strawberry tasted wonderful to him.
"Eat me," she begged eagerly, "oh, baby, eat my box. That's the way. Oh, yes. Lick me. Oh, lover, lick my pussy."
Paul was turned on. His hands held her thighs fast as his tongue slipped swiftly into her slit.
"Suck me," she begged, "suck me, baby. That's the way you do it. Eat me."
His tongue frantically flipped around inside of her. The strawberry tasted good to him, but her pussy juices tasted even better. Nibbling her clit he got her gushing. Kathy reached out and held her young son's head pinned to her vagina.
"Eat me," she begged, "eat my strawberry pussy, baby. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes. Eat momma's sweet-tasting box."
The delicious taste of strawberry and pussy juice triggered his tongue into wild action.
Once he had been ignited he taught her everything he knew about sex. For he knew that a finger sliding up her ass-hole might feel good. And he ran his finger up her behind while he finished licking her strawberry pussy.
Pulling his tongue out as well as his finger, he looked up at his mother for approval.
"How do I rate?"
"What do you mean, dear?" she asked, not understanding at all.
"I mean, with that fucker you've been making it with at the sex clinic," he explained.
"You're much better, baby," she assured him, "you really are."
He got to his feet and went over to the refrigerator and pulled out a Coke. Then he sat there.
"I like just looking at you, mom," he told her. "I guess it's been so long that I've waited for pussy I could enjoy, I can't get enough of it."
Reaching out she ran her fingers through his hair.
"Oh, darling," she said quietly, "you'll never know how much it means to me to have sex with you. I don't think there is anybody on earth I would enjoy having sex with more than with you, baby."
"Thank you, mom," he told her.
When young Paul got to his feet and his big cock swung between his legs, his mother reached for it.
"Baby," she smiled, "why don't you switch places with me? You get up here on the table and I'll lick your ass. I'll even put strawberry in your ass-hole so I can suck out a strawberry ass."
"It's fine with me," he told her, "but I want to slip my dick in your pussy. I want to feel those pussy muscles of yours clamp on my cock."
"Certainly," she sighed, "we want to try everything. It's so much fun with creative sex, isn't it, my dear?"
Paul understood what an imagination she had. And he was willing to play along with her. But he wanted what he wanted, nevertheless.
He replaced her in her position on the table. He lay on his stomach and she spoon fed his ass-hole the strawberry jam. Then licking his ass cheeks she let her tongue slip down his ass crack.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he panted as he drove his cock forward.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "it feels so good when I can slip my tongue up your ass-hole."
The strawberry jam in his ass tasted good to her. But what was even better was when she saw him fucking back, arching so she could get good thrust with her tongue. Her tongue stiffened and she stabbed up there.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. That's the way I want it. Oh, baby, now you're doing it. Love me. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes."
The passionate pleasure that was surging through his body had him shaking.
"Eat my ass out, mom," the young boy begged. "Suck my strawberry ass. Oh, mom, suck ass."
She was going to town with her tongue. Stiffening and stabbing it all the way up his rectum she cleaned out the strawberry jam out of his ass and went on stabbing. He pressed against the table and he was worried. He feared that his juice would spurt on the table. This would be terrible.
"Quick, mom," he begged anxiously, "Let me roll over and slip you my cock."
The invitation to suck off his cock was all she needed. She pulled her tongue from his behind and he rolled over. Glancing at his mammoth male member she grasped it eagerly.
"Suck it," he told her, "suck my dick."
Kathy clasped her young son's thick penis. She pulled it to her mouth. Her tongue slipped back and forth over the head of his shaft.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Now you're sucking. Come on. Suck that cock. Suck it. Suck it off."
Her tongue licked his cock head and her head moved up and down on the length of his shaft. She toyed with his balls, tugging them gently.
"Eat my prick," he panted, "suck that cock off. Now you're doing it, baby. Suck that cock. Suck it off. Oh, yes. I love that. Suck that cock, baby. Suck it all off."
The hot cream was about to explode. This was the moment of climax and Kathy could hardly wait for it. In a blinding flash of creamy white cum her young son got his gun off.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed. "Oh, mom, I made it."
He held her head down on his cock as he went on stabbing into her mouth. His balls swung on her lips as his hips vigorously jabbed forward.
"Eat it," he cried ecstatically, "eat my dick. Oh, suck out every drop of it. That's the way I want it. Suck that cock off, mom."
Pulling her mouth off his penis she looked at him and a delighted smile formed on her face. For she discovered that he could remain erect.
"Ohhh, tiger," she told him, "we're gonna have some real fun. Let's go into the bedroom."
She pulled him off the table by his penis. And Paul followed.
"I'm gonna enjoy this," he told her. "Now what do you want to do next, mom?"
"I want to try a good position," his mother said, stretching across the bed. Then she threw her legs up in the air.
"I want to put my feet on your shoulders," she explained, "and you can slide that cock of yours up my ass-hole."
He looked at his penis which had no lubrication on it.
"Do you want me to spit in my hand and put it on my dick, or have you got something else in mind?"
Realizing that she had been so eager for action that she had neglected to apply Vaseline to her son's penis, she apologized.
Returning from the bathroom she uncapped a container of Vaseline, dipped her finger in and slid it along his cock. When his penis was slick with the Vaseline, she told him, "Now you dip in and finger my ass."
He did as his mother told him. Then when she threw her legs up into the air he straddled her. He loved this position. Watching in the mirror was a pleasure. For he could see both legs up in the air as his big cock stabbed forward.
"Fuck me," she begged, "stick it in there, son. That's the way. Drive it up my ass."
With hard driving thrusts he rammed it to her savagely.
"Fuck it," he begged, "fuck."
She accepted him gladly. The big cock drove in vigorous movements.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "that's the way to do it. Come on, baby. Now you're doing it. Just like that. Fuck it."
Kathy wiggled her ass as her young son's slippery shaft rode into her rectum.
"All the way up there," she begged, "I want to feel every inch of it screwing into me. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Fuck. Fuck it."
In and out his penis plunged. She wiggled her ass all the while.
"Yes, baby," she begged, "oh, yes. I want every inch. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
The pleasurable sensations that surged through Paul's body as his penis plunged up his mother's tight ass-hole surprised him. For it was tighter than her pussy.
"Twist it," he begged, "oh, like that. Oh, I love that. Oh, fuck me. Fuck it."
It was amazing to him what delights he could enjoy. He loved seeing her in this position. Glancing in the mirror with the reflection of her legs up in the air and his slippery cock sliding back and forth, excited him all the more.
"Give it to me," she begged passionately, "oh, fuck my ass. Oh, wow!"
Her ass was on fire as her young son fucked her. It was even more exciting than when Mr. Hall thrust his cock into her. For her son's penis was harder. And the uninhibited way that he plunged it to her stimulated her.
"Give, mom, give," he gasped as he rode into her ass.
Kathy didn't miss a trick. She kept her ass swinging around as her young son pumped forward.
"Grab it with your ass," he told her, "Like that. Oh,"mom, do you like the sound of my balls slapping on your ass when I'm fucking you?"
"Yes, tiger," she told him, "it feels fantastic. Oh, give me that juice. Let me feel you shooting into me. Oh, honey, fuck. Fuck it."
He was coming closer and closer to climax.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. That's the way to do it. Fuck off!"
Suddenly his cock exploded.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed. "Ohhh, ahhh, milk my dick, mom."
With a milking motion she gripped him with her sphincter muscle.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. That's the way. Fuck off!"
The hot cream shot up her ass. She loved the feel of it surging into her. Paul's thick penis continued stabbing until he had unloaded. Ever so slowly he finally withdrew.
"Oh, mom," he told her as he played with her breasts as she lay there, "you're so beautiful."
Paul's hands were all over her body. He was caressing her, loving her and squeezing her.
"Take it easy, son," she told him, "you're too excited right now."
"I am," he admitted, "I'm not ashamed of fucking you anymore. I'm proud of it. I really am proud of it, mom. And why shouldn't I be?"
"Yes, baby," she smiled, "why shouldn't you be? We've enjoyed it. We've needed each other. We needed it desperately, baby."
"Of course we have," he smiled, "and I promise you, mom, you are always gonna have me. Just like this. Don't worry about a thing."
Paul's arms were around her. He was reaching down with his hands to grip her ass cheeks and squeeze them. His lips found her lips and they merged in a soul kiss. Opening her mouth Paul let his tongue slide in. Their tongues did a love duet.
"Paul," she said softly, "You'll always love me, won't you?"
"Always, mom," he assured her.
His eyes were aglow, blazing with the pleasure that he had just discovered.
"Don't ever hate me," she said sadly.
"How could I ever hate you?" he asked huskily. "Not when you've let me love you like this. No boy ever had a nicer mom."
Reaching down she tugged on Paul's penis.
"You say the sweetest things, baby," she told him, "and I know that you will forgive me for loving you so."
Paul lay back and let her play with his penis and balls.
"What fascinates you about my cock so much?" he asked curiously.
"I guess it's because it brings me so much pleasure when we have sex," she explained.
"You like to be fucked a lot, don't you, mom?" he asked.
"Every way," she admitted. "Maybe I was born to be a playgirl. A girl who gives pleasure."
"You wouldn't like that," Paul insisted. "You put feeling into it. Some of those whores don't care about a guy. All they want is his money. They try to get his gun off as quick as they can so they can make more money."
"We live in a materialistic world," she replied, "and time is money. I guess the girls figure they have to get a guy to do it quickly or they're lost."
"You want to suck on me some more?" he asked eagerly.
"No," she assured him, "I'd just like to toy with you."
When she had played with him a moment or two and then removed her hand from his crotch, he reached over and began playing with her. His fingers ran along her pussy slit and then pushed two fingers into her vagina. He played with her love button and she enjoyed the sensation.
"Oh, sweetheart," she sighed, "you don't know how great that feels to me. Baby, I really enjoy that."
She was as attracted to him as he was to her. And the chemistry between them had them both trembling with passionate excitement.
"Paul," she suggested, "why don't you pinch my love button? Just like you're doing. And with your other hand slip a finger up my ass."
Paul got down between his mother's thighs. Easing one finger into her ass-hole he used his other two fingers to play with her pussy.
"You have wonderful fingers," she told him, "you really do. Oh, honey, play with me. That's what I like. Oh, yes."
Her body was electric with excitement now.