Chapter 1
Nona always had the feeling that she had given her soul and her body to the devil. She was utterly depraved, she knew, and it seemed to her that she worked very hard at finding new and bigger thrills, but almost always within the confines of her own home and her own bedroom.
She was a masturbator, and she had begun to suspect that she got such great pleasures from the things that she was able to do for herself that she precluded an hope of a future that was even somewhat normal. She was sure that she had become a depraved voluptuary and her never ending search for new and bigger sexual thrills would keep her experimenting with new and better ways of having fun.
The bathroom mirror above the washbowl showed her that she was a very young and beautiful blonde with a fabulous body. She looked to be much too young to be Bertie's mother, but, at thirty, she had a handsome young son who was almost fifteen.
Thinking about Bertie did strange things to her these days. She stood in front of the mirror, washing her face with the cloth, not really too much awake. Bertie was gone already and she was alone in the house. She could feel the rising tide of unbridled passions beginning to gnaw at her loins and her brain and all of the other interested parts of her glorious body.
There was something indecent about the situation she found herself in. She had the face and figure of a youngster, the firmness of youthfulness and good health, and it often delighted her to be taken for a very young girl. Sometimes, she knew, it embarrassed Bertie to see his mother taken for his sister. And now that he was big and pretty well grown up, she was aware of his grudging admiration.
There were many times when he would look at her and she would see the admiration in his eyes and she wondered if she affected him at all sexually. Thinking about Bertie and the wild, erotic fantasies that she had been experiencing lately made her skin crawl and prickle with a very warm sense of shame.
She had seen him in his swim trunks and had noticed that he seemed to be pretty well endowed at the crotch and her mind had become quite interested in his genitals. Her dreams were getting wilder and wilder lately, and in some of them she knew that the male who was delighting her so capably was Bertie. It had to be Bertie.
She could feel the rising tides of an exceptional passion everywhere in her person and she knew that she would have to do something about the swift, onrushing thrills that were trying to captivate and enslave her body. She thought frantically of a quick cold shower and rejected that gratefully when she heard the telephone ringing.
It was Lorraine, her sister, and she was so glad for the diversion, she almost wept. She liked Lorraine, her beautiful sister, and she thought Nancy, Lorraine's thirteen-year-old daughter, exquisite. Nona sat at the kitchen table in her bare skin and she talked with Rainey about inconsequentials and she realized that her mind was not being diverted after all.
Rainey just liked to talk and visit and she was always suggesting that she and Nona could share the big house that she occupied with Bertie but Nona just wasn't too sure that moving in with her sister, or letting her sister move in with her, would be a good idea. So she talked about other things and finally Rainey got off the line and she went back to the bathroom to finish her early-morning tasks.
Somehow, she knew that she was going to surrender to the voluptuous yearnings that were teeming within her loins and the rest of her body, too. It seemed that talking with Rainey always turned her on and she never knew why. She supposed that it was because Rainey always liked to talk about sex and its many variations. Rainey was very realistic about things and she often wondered if Rainey was actually having fun with her lovely young daughter. Nancy was a pretty little thing and she wasn't really that little. Her breasts were beautifully shaped, sticking right out under her loose sweaters and tee shirts. When the older woman had seen Nancy in a bikini at the beach, the young girl's beautiful figure had startled her. She really hadn't supposed that Nancy was that grown up, but apparently she was. Rainey was very lovely too, with an equally gorgeous figure. She could imagine those two getting around to fun and games. She actually wondered about them.
The warm water in the shower seemed to heighten the dreamy sensuality that was alive and glowing in her now and she toweled herself dry and then moved onto the bed. She had the bright red spread on so that she could see the beauty of her body in the many mirrors. She had spent a lot of money on mirrors and she liked to watch her pale white body as it moved and writhed against the brilliant red background. She was a voluptuary and she knew it. Suddenly, she was glad that she was the way that she was. She decided, finally, inevitably, that she was going to work hard at enjoying her own responses and the pleasures possible for her to sample within the privacy of her own room.
She could feel the warmth increasing in her sexual flesh and the urge to touch herself there was overpowering but she fought it, resisting, knowing that she could increase and intensify her feelings of sexual anguish if she procrastinated, delayed the frenzied manipulations of supersensitive flesh that would quickly ease the torments in her for the time being.
She handled her glorious breasts, feeling the quickening, thrilling sensations in her firm flesh. She liked to stroke her breasts upwards, pausing for a time while her fingers toyed with the tiny pink nipples, making them hard and bursting with sexual zeal. She could squeeze her breasts and play with them and then, if she lifted one so that she could suck its nipple, the orgasm that occurred swiftly was always heavy and heady and intensely pleasant.
She could remember some of the things that she had liked to do with Jake, Bertie's father. She could remember how she was always fiercely avid for his sexual organ. She would suck on it for hours and, after they were married about a year, she was quite content to live on oral sex and nothing else. Bertie was made before she got around to that state.
Jake liked it when she sucked him and he liked to do the same things for her. They had many sixty-nines, and even after he would fall asleep, she would suck on his organ just like a nursing child. She liked to remember those days, thinking of the way Jake's material tasted in her mouth and how his organs always responded to her efforts, making her much more passionate than she might have been. She could remember now, with flaming cheeks, how she had substituted a frankfurter for his organ many times after he left her and went away with another woman old enough to be his mother.
She had gotten to know many men after Jake left but she was never able to like any one of them. She would have a nice time while she was with them; sometimes she would have sex with them, perhaps she would suck them off once or twice but that was not much help to her. They all tasted much differently than Jake had, and she supposed that the sweetness of his material was a part of the way they did things.
She gradually settled for masturbation and she would spend hours on her bed, the vibrator in her asshole while her fingers worked in her sexual parts and the orgasms that she managed in such fashion almost drove her out of her skull with exaggerated sensations. Yet she knew that there was always something missing for her. She had managed to purchase several fancy and expensive dildos over the years and sometimes she could manage some truly exceptional thrills with them.
She was thinking about her life with Jake and her body was squirming and writhing with pre-orgasm excitements. She began to shake and pant and squeal as her nimble fingers teased the glowing sensitivity of her clitoris while another finger slipped into her slippery little opening and then she was bursting, exploding, spilling her own sweetness onto the creamy whiteness of her thighs and the dainty valley beneath the little cavern.
She rubbed her palm over the smoothness of her hairless mound and she could feel the swift reaction to her touch in every nerve ending and then she was spilling again, too aroused to be capable of procrastination, too turned on to do anything but throb and whimper as the rigors of fierce orgasms rippled her tissues and glands with exceptional intensity.
She sprawled on the bed, gazing at her reflection in the long, wide mirror, and she could see the shiny patina of sweat on her superb body, she could see her chest heaving as she struggled for breath and tried to become serene again. She slid her fingers into the shallow valley between her legs and she lifted her knees up so that she could open her thighs and watch the whole process of masturbation. She began manipulating the sensitive flesh, sliding her finger into her tiny opening, and when it all became too intensely pleasant to be watched, she closed her eyes and the moans of excruciating bliss began and she was coming again. It was always easy for her and she knew that she flowed heavily and drenchingly when she became involved with sexual matters. During the days of her marriage to Jake, she had discovered that she could think about the sexual things she would do with Jake that night and her crotch would become saturated with her own juices, and then, if she kept on thinking about sex, she would begin to experience the wild, devastating orgasms and she would feel the sap running down her thighs and her legs and she would have to shower and change and try to get her mind onto other things.
She hated Jake now. She felt that he had run away and abandoned her to the wolves in the outside world. Financially, he left her well off and he sent monthly checks for Bertie's support and she would never have to work again if she didn't want to. So she and Bertie lived together in a big house and she was always playing with herself, and she had no idea what Bertie was doing about sex. Somehow, she just couldn't imagine Bertie with a girl. He was getting big now and he had a big sexual development, if the bulge in his pants meant anything, but he was quiet, docile, always eager to please her. He obviously adored her and she knew that he was very proud of his beautiful young mother, but she was sure that he would finish school and then find a girl who would do his thinking for him and boss him around and he would just love that kind of a life.
She wished that she knew what to do about Bertie. She also wished that she knew what to do about her own difficulties. She loved Bertie and he was a handsome young man, so good-looking, in fact, that she had often thought of dressing him up as a girl just to see what he would look like then. And, thinking about it, she wondered why she hadn't done that already. Bertie would offer no resistance. He never resisted anything. He did exactly what he was told to do and he seemed to be quite happy and content with his life as it was. She envied him that sort of serenity. She wanted to be content, too.
Her mind wandered and she continued manipulating her flesh and she knew that she was close to the monumental orgasm that usually came as the culminating sexual coup de grace, the last in a long series of orgasms, each one more intense than the one that preceded it. She knew that her whole body was vibrating; she could hear the shrill, whistling sounds that were coming from her throat. She began to shiver and shake and her entire crotch quivered and trembled and then her sexual flesh was clenching and relaxing in rhythmic splendor and the vigorous reactions of her loins overwhelmed her, swamped her. At the moment, and for a long time thereafter, she knew an atomic explosion could take place in the bedroom and she would never know. She was too busy with an explosion of her own.
She slept finally, and when she awoke, it was nearly noon. She stepped into the shower and as she toweled herself dry, she looked admiringly at the beauty of her own body. She knew that she was probably narcissistic by nature and she didn't care. Her breasts were firm and pink and lovely and there was no hint of sag. The rosettes were small, the nipples tiny, too. She stared at her flat tummy, the smooth mound above her delicate little slit, and she was certain that nature had made her very like a young girl. She had been using depilatories on her crotch for a long time. She used some every night and she was proud of the smoothness that she achieved. There was never any stubble, only the deep, bewitching cleft of girl flesh and she liked to look at it.
She dressed carefully and when she was finished with her hair and her makeup, she smiled at the fresh young beauty that looked back at her from the mirror. She pursed her lips in a soundless kiss for herself, then she laughed softly and went out into the warm sunshine of a gorgeous day.
A sense of great well-being filled her and she was calm and serene and reasonably able to function with great efficiency and she knew that her hours of masturbation had done that for her. She was the type who could become so confused and incapable of functioning mentally when she was in need of sexual release, and afterwards a sense of euphoria usually set in and she would nap. When she woke from her nap she was refreshed, intellectually on the ball, and still in a state of moderate euphoria. She had her own needs and capabilities pretty well worked out, she knew, and she was quite impressed by her own cleverness and intelligence.
When she took the convertible downtown she knew that there were many males eyeing her, desiring her, and that made her feel good, too. She was the beautiful young blonde in the shiny new convertible that the advertisers love and she really looked the part. She sort of hated to park the car and leave it. She and the convertible did marvelous things for each other, she knew.
She spent most of the afternoon shopping. She was not looking for anything particularly, she simply wanted to get away from the house, to see and be seen and she enjoyed shopping. So often, these days, she wished that she had someone who would shop with her. She thought of inviting Rainey, but she lived on the other side of town and it always took so long for Rainey to get across the town. Maybe it would be a good idea to have Rainey move into the big house with her. She certainly asked often enough.
When she was ready to go home, she stopped off and had a cocktail in a lounge that she liked. Just two drinks. Sort of a pickup that she felt she needed. She dawdled over the drinks, enjoying the plush furnishings of the lounge, enjoying the stares of predatory admiration that came her way from most of the men in the place. She smiled and sipped her drinks and then she was ready to drive home. She was to remember those drinks and that afternoon for the rest of her life, and she would often wonder how much influence the drinks had on the way things turned out.
She drove the big convertible through the late afternoon traffic and it was a strain. She was glad when she finally got home. She slipped her shoes off just inside the garage entrance door and she walked through the house, wondering where Bertie was or if he was home.
The house was quiet and she walked into her bedroom and she walked right in on Bertie. She stood for a moment or two, gazing at him in shocked amazement and she knew that he was staring at her but he was not really seeing her. He had a pair of her panties pressed against his nostrils and his other hand was pumping up and down on his cock and she noticed that he had a very respectable organ in his hand. Then he began shooting and the drops of fluid spattered all over everything and she could tell from the agonized look on his face that he had lost control of his actions even before she walked in on him.
He looked up at her and began to cry and the tears slid down his cheeks. She was shivering, suddenly turned on far more than she had ever been before. His organ was still erect, virtually bristling as she stared at it. She moved closer and then she took his hand away. He did not resist her. She took her soiled, panties from him and he said nothing. He seemed to be in a state that bordered on the catatonic. She ran the water in the basin and when she had the wash cloth wet, she began cleaning him up. Her fingers encountered a big puddle of his material on his naked thigh and she turned toward the basin and the temptation to taste him was irresistible. She put his juice into her mouth and when she began to taste him, her head swirled and she was too faint to stand. She slid to the floor and faced his parted thighs. He was still weeping, sobbing, but when she handled his cock and his balls, he gasped with a sense of bliss.
She was shaking and whimpering, not really aware of what she was doing. Her hand captured his stiff cock and then she bent forward and her mouth slid down over his throbbing organ and she began sucking him with a savage hunger that kept him whimpering and moaning. When he gushed into her mouth, she was too hot to savor his nectars, instead she swallowed him like any avid female and then her nimble tongue continued its skilled efforts until he came all over again. She knew that he was sobbing and weeping all the while she sucked his cock but she suspected that there was more joy and ecstasy than anything else in his emotional fury.
She was able to stop, finally, and when she moved her legs under her she discovered that her whole crotch was drenched with the fruits of her own orgasms. Bertie was looking at her and he was upset, utterly unable to comprehend the things that had happened to him.
"Get up and go into your room," Nona said sternly. "I will be in to talk to you in just a few minutes."
He obeyed her without a word. He stood and she watched him pull his shorts up and then his pants. His face was very red as he walked out of the bathroom. She closed the door behind him and then she sat down on the stool and she used the wet wash rag to clean herself. She sat for a time, smoking a cigarette, and she knew that she was very close to weeping. She could still taste the incredible sweetness of Bertie's honey and she knew that she would be insatiable. She knew, too, that breaking him in would require some finesse. Then she remembered that she had sucked him off and swallowed his load three times in a row. After that, he would require very little explanation.
Bertie had enjoyed her efforts. She had thrilled him in a way that he probably never even imagined. She could feel the passions rising, again, throbbing, teasing her. She was half out of her mind with sexual hungers and an unconquerable need to nurse on his organ again and again. She felt a sense of pride when she realized that he was already as big as his father had been and he tasted just like him, too.
She shook her head then she felt a bit better. She stood up and her whole body was trembling She faced herself in the bathroom mirror and the warm, serene smile on her face amazed her. She had to practice a stern look so that she could go in and talk with Bertie.
He was lying on his bed and she told him to sit up so that she could talk to him. She sat down on the edge of his bed and she lit a fresh cigarette. Nervousness swept through her and she didn't really know what to say to him. "How often do you masturbate, Bertie?" she asked finally.
He didn't answer her. He began to cry instead. Oddly, seeing him cry made her so hot she could hardly talk to him sensibly.
"I want an answer, Bertie," she said. "I want to know what you were doing in my private bathroom and why you were smelling my dirty pants while you jerked off. You won't have to do that anymore, Bertie," she added. "From now on I will take care of all of your needs. Will you like that, Bertie?"
He nodded and continued to weep. She felt a strong sense of exhilaration beginning in her and then she knew that there was nothing more to say. Bertie was hers to do with as she chose and they both knew it.
She reached out and her fingers began undoing his zipper. She got her hand into his fly and then her fingers were fondling him. As she handled his balls and his cock, she felt the stiffness beginning in him.
"Take your clothes off, Bertie," she said crisply. "I am going to suck you some more. You will like that, won't you?" The tears seemed to increase but he nodded and he seemed quite docile and eager to please. She watched him as he got off his bed and then he took his trousers off and then his shorts. He stood in front of her, naked from the waist down, and his cock was stiff and quivering with intense erotic eagerness. She resisted the urge to reach out and clasp his noble prong.
"Take everything off, Bertie," she said.
He obeyed her and she looked him over as carefully as she would have if he had been a horse that she was interested in. He had a tendency toward plumpness and she smiled as she saw the bulging breasts on his hairless chest. His long, blond hair hung down to his shoulders and his plump, girlish buttocks added to the illusion of femininity in his structure. His legs were shapely, too, and Nona was amazed and thrilled by his good-looking body. When he turned to face her she cupped his big balls in her palm and his bristling cock destroyed the illusion of femaleness that had entranced her for a short time.
"Bertie, dear," she said softly, looking into his soft blue eyes, "please don't hate me, but I need this. I need you and I will always want this lovely thing from now on. Is that all right with you, Bertie?"
He was still crying, but they were tears of nervousness and shyness. She smiled at him and then she was holding his cock in her dainty fingers and the sharp nails of one hand were tickling his balls while the fingers of her other hand were busy jerking him off. He nodded his head and when he spoke his words were a series of groans.
"Oh, yes," he said. "Please help me."
She pushed him down on the bed and then she got onto the bed with him. He was on his back and when she pushed his legs apart he let her do it. She began handling his organ again and she got it into her mouth and as soon as she began sucking him she began tasting the fluids that he was exuding and she began using her fingers and her nails with skilled artistry, forcing abnormal amounts of his material from him.
There were many tricks that she had learned in the past and she remembered that Jake had been inexhaustible and she was sure that Bertie would be just like his father in that respect. She remembered a half-forgotten trick that had worked wonders on Jake's genitals in the past. She could suck on him and bring him to orgasm at will and when he was in the midst of his orgiastic agonies, she could feast upon his nectar with shameless greed, and when he was subsiding, concluding his abundant offerings, she could jab his balls harshly with her pointed fingernails and he would gasp in quick pain and then come all over again for her. Remembering, she hoped very earnestly that Bertie would be like that, too. And he was.
Once he began to feel the pleasurable sensations that her suckling mouth and busy tongue could bring to him, he relaxed and let her do as she pleased with him, and she took full advantage of his generosity. She sucked him for hours, feasting and feeding upon the fruits of his balls. She experienced many orgasms while she drained him, and after many hours of sustained erotic bliss, she finally triggered the massive orgasm within her loins and eventually ended her efforts for the time being.
It was very late and she was not surprised to discover that Bertie was sound asleep. She got up from his bed very gingerly and when she went back to her own room, she could feel the wetness on her thighs and the backs of her legs and she knew that she had made a glutton of herself. What would Bertie think of her?
She got undressed and while she was in the shower she became aware of the rich, heady feeling of euphoria that was alive and seething within her body. She had read somewhere that the female required the male product for her optimum well-being and if that was true, she was in grand shape. Bertie would provide a constant supply of goodies for her and she would see to I it that his diet was right and proper for a young man who was a sexual donor. She got out of the shower and when she was toweling herself dry she looked into the mirror and it seemed to her that her entire body was glowing with health and beauty. She was smiling happily and she knew that she was very glad that she had walked in on Bertie when she had. He was such a darling young man; a bit effeminate, perhaps, but the things he had between his legs were certainly all man.
Her breasts were tingling and her nipples were threatening to burst and she knew that she had gotten herself turned on just thinking about the future with Bertie. She cupped the lovely young breasts in her hands and she wondered what Bertie would do with them when she presented them to him. She wondered if he would turn out to be the kind of boy who liked cunt. His father had thrived on it. She would be very patient about things and Bertie would not be moved along too quickly.
She decided that it would be a long time before she would let Bertie see her nude or enjoy her person in any way. She was going to train Bertie to be what she wanted him to be. She loved him very dearly and she would feed him properly and see to it that he lived a very happy life with her. It would be years before he would want to leave her, years before he would think of marriage. She would be so good to him, and, of course, so very insatiable, too.
She could tell that he had enjoyed getting sucked off. He writhed and squirmed in delicious ecstasy all the while she was sucking him. He was eagerly responsive and she supposed that they would talk it all over, if he ever stopped weeping. She decided that she liked that in him, somehow. With his good looks and his long, golden hair he looked so girlish, and the business of weeping simply heightened the illusion, she supposed. She didn't think about that too much because she was turned on by the other elements of her association with Bertie and she was not able to sleep for hours.
Even then, she woke in the middle of the night and she went in to look at Bertie in his sleep and he was uncovered, naked in the moonlight. She could not resist the temptation to fondle his soft privates and then they were not soft for very long. He was sound asleep, but when she put her mouth over the head of his cock it began to stir and then she was able to handle him quite callously. He responded beautifully and she spent an hour or more sucking him off and when she got the second orgasm and its nectars, she finally quit. She got up off the bed and stood for a time, staring down at him. His cock was still stiff and she ached with the desire to feel it in her depths. She knew that it would not be long before her own son was fucking her steadily and the thought of such conduct appalled her and thrilled her too.
She went back to her own room eventually and she was sopping again. She used the wash cloth to get rid of the juices she had expelled and then she laid awake for a time, planning a grand time for herself with Bertie.
The next day was Saturday and he would be home with her and she would be able to enjoy him steadily. She shivered with a great thrill of pure sensual ecstasy as she began thinking of all the lovely things she would be able to do with Bertie. She knew, without even asking him, that he would be her very willing slave. She liked that thought. He was her little boy and she was his mother and she was going to be the very best kind of mother. She would be his loving mother.