Chapter 1
Susan Kelly was a good mother to her eighteen year old son, Jimmy. However, she couldn't help worry about him. She especially felt this way one morning when she was looking through things in his room, and ran across a series of pictures. The pictures depicted forms of sexual activity. Positions she had never thought of. She could hardly believe it, as she saw a woman throwing her legs around a man's body, and the man supporting her buttocks on his thighs as he thrust forward with his penis. The man's hot hands were on the woman's breasts. That day, she felt like talking to her husband about this. However, her husband was always busy, and never had time for her, or her son. That afternoon she confronted her son.
"Well Jimmy," she asked, "what is this you are up to?"
Jimmy was quite uptight over the fact that his mother had invaded his privacy and he didn't mind telling her so.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?"
"Well I think it's a good thing that someone did a little checking."
"I don't appreciate it. I'm grown up now. I'm eighteen, mom."
"Well I don't care if you are eighteen or not," she said, "when I was your age I was very naive about all of the things pertaining to sex. And I think it's a good thing to be innocent. It is disgusting that you have such crazy ideas about sex."
He looked at her and said angrily, "You have the wrong idea. You probably think that just being nude is all wrong."
"Of course I don't," she said, "there's nothing wrong with being nude."
"Well if you believe that so much mom," he smiled, "I dare you to take off all of your clothes and let me see you."
She glared at Jimmy for a long moment and then Susan Kelly took him up on his suggestion.
"I can assure you son. I am not ashamed of my body. Not one portion of it. And if you want to see me, I'm not afraid to show you everything. But are you equally as sure of yourself?"
She knew that Jimmy had always been a shy boy. She counted on this when she made the dare. She didn't think for one moment that he would take off all of his clothes. But little did she know how wrong she was. All of a sudden he began removing his garments.
"Jimmy," she remonstrated him, "what on earth are you doing?"
"I'm stripping mom," he said, "you dared me. I'm taking you up on your dare."
As she looked at him she was amazed. He was no longer a little boy. Jimmy took off his shirt rather rapidly. Then he unfastened his belt and then slid out of his trousers. Sitting in the chair, he unfastened his shoes and removed them. Now his pants were off, all that was left were his flimsy nylon shorts. As she looked at his shorts, she could see the outline of his huge penis. It bothered her. It looked appealing to her. Her husband had neglected her for so long, it really bothered her. Kelvin was a good husband. But he was not a good lover. His penis was never long enough to satisfy her. Now she looked at her son's long penis, she knew that he could accommodate her. Yet she vanished such thoughts from her mind for she knew that they were all wrong and she was getting more guilty every second.
"Does it fascinate you mom?" he smiled.
"Son, how you talk to me," she said.
"Just wait until you see it mom," he laughed.
Now Jimmy pulled down his nylon shorts and let his huge shaft flip up. At the sight of it, her body quivered and her heart pounded quickly.
"Now mom let me see you."
"Alright son," she said, "I guess it doesn't hurt anything. After all, Adam and Eve were running around in that garden bare naked."
"That's right mom," he said, "now let's see you."
Slowly she removed her clothes. And Jimmy watched her every move. He was getting more and more excited every second. As she took off her sheer panties he really was turned on. For there before him was his mother's beautiful mound.
"Oh wow!" the young boy panted, "what a beautiful body you've got. Oh mom, I didn't know you looked this good."
This was a difficult moment for Susan. Her husband, Kelvin, never complimented her. Little did he know how much she needed a little praise and attention. However, that was impossible for him. For she had a good idea that he was playing around with his secretary at the office. She couldn't prove a thing. But she was sure of it. Something instinctive told her it was so. Now Kelvin, her husband, had neglected her to the point where she could fall easily to the advances of her own son Jimmy.
"Could I touch you?" the young boy asked.
"I should say not," Susan told her boy.
"Why not?" he smiled slyly, "are you afraid of me?"
"Afraid?" she asked with a laugh. "What on earth are you talking about?"
"I think I know mom," he said quickly, "I think you're afraid."
"Never," she said. "I have nothing to be afraid of."
"Oh yes you do," he said, "you want it as bad as I do."
"That's a lie."
"Is it?" he said looking at her.
Now the two of them were facing each other stark naked. And young Jimmy's huge penis was erect and standing up.
"Touch me mom," he begged.
She walked over to him. Reaching out she gripped his huge shaft. She squeezed it. A drop of crystal cum surfaced.
"Oh, you really get me excited," he told her.
"You really turn me on, mom."
"Well I'm sorry if I do, dear," she said. "I'm ashamed."
"You have no reason to be," he smiled. "There is nothing to be ashamed about."
"Oh yes there is," she said. "You know what people would say if they knew we were turning on with each other."
"I guess they would think we were terrible wouldn't they?" he said, as he started massaging her breasts.
"Oh, your nipples are coming up mom," he smiled.
Now she stroked him slowly.
"That feels great," he said, "but I wish you would do something for me."
"like what?" she asked him curiously.
"I wish you would go down on me."
"Oh, what an awful thing to ask your own mother," she said.
"Come on mom," he begged. "Get on your knees and love me."
As if hypnotized by her own son's words, she dropped to her knees. Her hands clasped his ass cheeks, and she let him thrust his huge penis to her lips. She let her tongue lick all around its head. And she became more excited every second. The young boy loved the feel of his mother's hands on his buttocks.
"Go on mom," he smiled. "I'm of age, you can do me."
Ever so slowly Susan opened her mouth. And Jimmy's giant size penis thrust slowly in. As she felt it sliding to the back of her throat, she became so excited that she felt herself tremble.
"That's beautiful," the boy panted. "Yes, that's what I want."
She did this a couple of times and then he said, "Now let's go over to the bed. Let's have some fun."
She pulled off him. She got to her feet and walked over to the bed. It was as if she was in a trance. Time was standing still, and the only thing that she could think of at this moment was that huge penis plunging into her. Wrong was not even considered now. The only thought that was considered was sexual satisfaction as fast as possible. Now the penis was thrusting at her. It didn't take Jimmy long to find the spot. He brought it to her mound and suddenly stabbed it in there.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, as he thrust forward. Her vagina clasped it quickly.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I want!"
The pleasure was building every minute. He could hardly believe anything could be this exciting.
"Give it to me, son," she begged. "Yes, yes, that's what I want."
Her hot hands raced up and down his spine. And then she clasped his buttocks as he pumped away.
"Oh," she panted, "yes, yes, that's what I want. Do it to me. Do it."
The pleasure was building every momentous moment. He could hardly stand it now.
"Fuck me," she begged, "fuck me, baby. Fuck me."
Faster and faster the huge tool went into her. Her vagina muscles clamped around it and she massaged it. How she had yearned for action like this from her husband, Kelvin. However, he would never take care of her. She blamed him now. She knew it wasn't her fault. It was actually Kelvin's fault. If he would onl" take care of her the way that any man should.
"Give it to me," she panted, "give me a good one!"
She loved the way he thrust to her. He had so much energy. He could really make it.
"Oh, fuck!" he panted, "yes, yes. That's what I want. Give it to me!"
The pleasure and passion was building every second. He could hardly stand it now.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what. I want. That's the way to do it. Fuck it!"
The two of them now were really enjoying themselves. And as he thrust away, her hot hands reached for his buttocks. She gripped them and squeezed.
"Oh, fuck me!" she panted. "Fuck me!"
Now he was going out of his mind with pleasure and delight.
"Keep it up baby," he panted. "Yes, yes, that's what I want. Action."
They both were beginning to sweat now. And as their bodies slapped together, they became really turned on. This was it. Something she had wanted. Something she had never dared to tell herself. As she felt her young son's balls at her vagina, the thrills grew greater. She couldn't understand how she could do such a thing. Yet it was almost as if she were reliving something.
"Fuck," he panted, "fuck!"
Faster and faster the pulsating penis drove into her. And she pitched forward with every jab he got to her.
"Oh, fuck me, darling," she panted, "yes. Yes. I need it. I need it all."
The pleasure was building with every cock stab. And she looked into his face. She loved the sight of his lower lip quivering. His jaw was hanging slack, and his eyes were burning with lust.
"Fuck me, mom," he begged her, "fuck me."
She put everything into it. And the lubrication that was being created in her vagina as she got stimulated added to his pleasure and delight.
"That's how I like it," he panted, "yes. Yes. Fuck baby, fuck!"
There was indeed no doubt about it. She was getting screwed and how she loved it.
"Oh, mom, I like it when you feel my ass," he panted. Her husband liked this too. But she didn't dare mention this. It would only remind him that he was doing this to his own mother. Yet in her heart she knew that he was so much like Kelvin when he was younger and would give it to her. The only thing was that he was harder and longer. And this brought her far more pleasure than Kelvin had ever had. She massaged his ass cheeks. She squeezed them. And then she let her hands trace down the crack of his ass.
"Oh, fuck it," he panted as he got close to climax.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
It was a powerful penis and she gripped it with her muscles.
"Oh, I'm almost there, mom," he panted. "I'm almost there!"
Suddenly the hot juices exploded. It was almost more than she could stand.
"Oh mom," he panted, "I'm cuming!-' Sure enough, he was cuming. The hot juices exploded in her. And as she twisted her hips around, the pleasure grew every second.
"Oh, yes," he panted, "yes, yes. This is what I want!"
Now he was going out of his mind with dizzy delight.
"Fuck me," he begged, "fuck me."
Now she came too. As the two of them climaxed together, young Jimmy pressed his lips on hers. This was almost more than she could stand. It wasn't pure unadulterated sex. No. It was pure passion mixed with love. This was what she wanted. This was almost more than she could dream of.
"Oh, darling," she panted, "you have no idea how much I love this. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's beautiful!"
All of the dreams of sexual fulfillment that had never been satisfied for years were being satisfied now. Susan Kelly was delighted and happy as her son finished her off. Then slowly he withdrew. There was no lingering moment of tenderness as she had hoped for. But she knew that was asking for too much. After all, he was but a horny young man.
"Oh, mom," he panted, "do I ever love this. Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
Now he was running his hands over her body. He was giving her the admiration, the attention that she desired. And this was making her exceedingly happy.
When he pulled out of her and lay beside her, she wanted to tell him that she was sorry. Yet she wasn't sorry and she didn't want to be a hypocrite.
"Did I do a good job for you?" Jimmy asked with a sly smile.
"Did you ever, darling," she said. "You were almost too good to be true."
"Well, I won't be true to you or anybody," he said, "I'll take it where I can. Any old port."
"You sound like your father," she said.
"What's wrong with dad getting a little on the side?" he smiled. "No man should be tied to one woman."
"You have the wrong idea," she said.
"Do I?" he smiled. "Why is it that all men like to get it any way they can."
"Jimmy," she said, "I wish you wouldn't pay any attention to the way that your father lives. He is a dirty old man with a lot of wrong ideas."
"Is he?" he said.
"Yes, he is," she said. "Man was never meant to play around like this. Man was supposed to be loyal to his wife and his family."
"Who says so?" he asked her. "I say so," she said.
She could see that she had a difficult situation here. He was going to be no more loyal to have sex with her than her husband was. Yet, she thought she could throw a little scare into him and keep him by the bedside a few more times.
"Have you read about all of those epidemics?" she said casually.
"Epidemics?" Jimmy asked curiously.
"Why, yes, dear," she said. "Those venereal epidemics that are running riot at colleges these days."
"Oh, that's a lot of hog wash," he said. "I have been to a lot of sex parties, and I haven't picked up anything yet."
"Well I hope you haven't," she said, "because if you have then I have it."
"Don't be worrying about everything," he said.
She looked at him and asked him frankly, "You know, I think you had a lot of nerve to ask me to go down on you."
"What do you mean?" he said angrily. "Everybody does it."
"Well, not everybody," she said.
"What do you mean?" Jimmy asked her. "You mean dad doesn't do that?"
"Well no, we have never done that," she admitted.
"Well look at this sex class we went to. This teacher says that anything that a man and a woman want to do is okay, as long as nobody is forcing each other. So I wanted to do this and you wanted to do it. So nobody was forcing anybody and it was okay."
"But they didn't say it was all right to have sex with someone in your own family did they?"
"Well, we never got into that," he admitted.
"Of course I look at everything a different way," she said. "I have heard it said that in Europe that this is a rather popular practice."
"What's a rather popular practice?" he asked.
"Having sex with someone in your own family," she said softly. "I've heard more than once how many fathers like to break their daughters in."
"Well I can see why," Jimmy said. "A young girl certainly has a lot to offer, just like a young man, like me."
"I knew you would get around to that. But don't you think mom is pretty well preserved?"
"You bet you are mom," Jimmy said. "You really have a good shape. And you know how to give a good fuck."
"I take that as a compliment, Jimmy."
"It was meant as a compliment, mom."
Now she felt guilty and she thought she better leave his room.
"It's a good thing that dad is gone for the weekend," she said.
"I guess it is."
She left him and went back to her bedroom. She stepped into the bathroom and washed herself out. Then, as she tried to get back to sleep, hot flashes surged through her. She couldn't help thinking every moment of how wonderful it would be if her young son would go down on her. He had said that he didn't think it was wrong. In so much as Kelvin, her husband, had never done this or suggested such a thing, she decided that the only thing that she could do was to ask her son if he would.
She returned to his bedroom, stark naked, and he was rolled over on the other side and didn't even see her walk in. She pulled up the sheets gently and slipped between them.
"Baby," she said, "would you do something for me?"
Sleepily, he turned around.
"What do you want, mom?" he asked.
"I want you to go down on me."
"All right," he said, "I'll do it."
"Have you done this before, mom ? " he asked.
"No, baby, I haven't. That's why I want you to do it for me. You see, you young kids experiment a lot more than we used to. A lot of things you take for granted we thought were wrong."
"Oh, that's silly," he said.
Now she was" spreading her legs for him, and reaching down there with her hands. It didn't take Jimmy long to get down there with his face. His hot tongue swept out and he suddenly licked all around her quivering mound.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "does that ever feel great!"
Now Jimmy was going to town with his tongue. Suddenly he stiffened his tongue and stabbed it in there. He probed all around.
"Grab my ass, honey," she urged him. "That would feel good while you're doing the other."
His hot hands reached for her buttocks. And he held her in place as he went to town with his tongue. The hot tongue stabbed in farther and farther.
"Oh, darling," she gasped excitedly, "that's what I dig. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. Keep doing me."
As the tongue licked and lashed away, she locked her legs around him. He loved the feel of her legs being thrust over his shoulders. He liked her hot thighs bracing against his cheeks as his face continued staying there.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I like!"
The pleasure now was building. Building to a passionate pitch. She could hardly stand it.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I want!"
He was dizzy with delight now as he licked her juices.
"Eat me," she panted. "Eat me. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I want!"
Suddenly she juiced. And as the hot spray of juice gushed from her, his tongue continued to lick her. He was more and more excited now every second.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's beautiful!"
He didn't pull his tongue out of there until he finished her off.
"Oh, baby," she said, "you don't know how good that felt to me."
"I have a pretty good idea, mom," he smiled. "My girlfriend, Terry, loves it."
"Good for her," she said, "but is Terry a clean girl?"
"You bet she is," he smiled, "I give her tongue baths down there."
"I don't really think you should run around with every chick and do this thing. It's a little too intimate."
"You liked it, didn't you?"
"Well, of course I did," she said. "I would be lying if I told you anything different. But just because you can get intimate like this, with another human being doesn't mean you have to overdo it honey."
"I read you," he said.
Now he was pulling off her.
"Son," she begged, "would you just lick my breast a minute?"
He let his tongue lick over her breasts. She loved it.
"That's all I wanted," she sighed.
He had finished. She got off the bed and went back to the bedroom. Yet, she was thinking. Every moment she was thinking. And thee following week when she was at the bridge club with some girls, she got to talking to one woman about sex.
"You know," Margie said, "if there is one thing a woman our age needs it's a good balling. My husband, Johnnie, is really absurd. He doesn't begin to give me the type of action he should. I've often thought of having the young guy who mows my lawn take care of me."
"Why don't you ? " she asked slyly.
"To be perfectly frank," Margie revealed, did let him take care of me. And I don't feel guilty about it at all."
"Well you shouldn't dear," she said, "there's absolutely nothing wrong with a woman getting a little action."
"Too long we've been held back," Margie said.
"Why, back in my days it was considered indecent for any female to admit having sexual feelings or desires."
"I know what you mean," Susan said, "and I feel cheated. I wish I had gone around with a lot more college kids who were balling. But instead, poor little me stayed in her room and didn't do anything."
"Isn't it disgusting?" Margie said. "But I'm making up for lost time."
"You should send that kid over to mow my lawn."
"Not on your life," Margie laughed. "He's mine, honey. And I've got a good thing."
"Good for you," Susan said, "you just have to be careful who you tell these things to. Someone might get the idea that we're pretty far out, if you know what I mean."
"Well, I know," she admitted. "I realize how impossible a lot of people are. And I just don't pay any attention to what most people think. I do what I think is right."
This was exactly the way Susan Kelly looked at it. Her husband, Kelvin, had become quite a burden to her. She could not understand why he was away so much of the time. Finally, she decided that she would go to his desk drawers and see if she could see any correspondence that would clue her in as to his activities. That evening, as she got home, she began going through his desk drawers. Her son, Jimmy, came in.
"What are you doing, mom?" he asked. "Raiding dad's desk?"
"Why, Jimmy," she smiled, "I wasn't expecting you."
"Well, no, of course not," he laughed, "or you wouldn't be doing what you're doing."
"You haughty boy," she laughed.
"Look darling," she said, "I have to make a little search. I think your daddy is doing something he shouldn't. I don't know exactly what."
"You mean he has another woman?" Jimmy asked, curiously.
"No, darling, it's more than that. I can't put my finger on it, but I will. I think it has something to do with his business relationships. They aren't what they should be, out in the open. Never once has he invited me to see anyone connected with his business. And that is suspicious. Most men take their wives around to meet their bosses. And certainly I'm not an old bag. I consider myself an asset to any man's business."
"You are, mom," Jimmy said. "Dad is rather disloyal in more ways than one. He is a little bit sneaky."
"Now I just don't know what to think," she said. "Maybe he's taking too many of those pills."
"That's right, dad is in the drug wholesale business, isn't he?" Jimmy said.
"That's true," she said, "and there are probably plenty of things he could be doing wrong."
"like what?" Jimmy asked curiously.
"Well I have read stories about men who sell these drugs, these dangerous drugs that should be prescribed, in wholesale lots to druggists who charge plenty to give them out without a prescription."
"Is that right?" Jimmy said. "Maybe that's a good business for me to get into."
"Oh, dear, no," she said. "Don't even think of such things. But there is something that your father is doing that I can't figure out. But I will."
"Did you find anything in the desk?" he smiled.
"Unfortunately, no," she said. "But give me more time. Maybe if I check through on a few of these phone numbers."
"Phone numbers?" he asked. "What do you mean, mom?"
"Well, he has this phone book here," she said. "If I could check through a few of these numbers maybe I could locate something."
"You sound like Sherlock Holmes," he said. "Good luck."
"Do you want to play Watson?" she smiled "No, mom," he said, "I'm too busy playing
Romeo. I have a lot of action going on at school."
"I don't like the sound of that," she said. "When you've got all the sex you need right here at home, why do you need to play around with all of those cheap little tramps?"
"Is that any way to talk about the chicks who give?" he demanded.
"Well, as far as I'm concerned it is."
"Now, mom," he said, "you sound bitter as hell."
"Well, maybe I am," she said.
"You have no right to feel that way," he told her frankly. "After all, doesn't everybody have a right to live as they want to?"
"Do they?" she said. "Don't people have to follow certain rules. Certain moral and ethical rules?"
"Well, consider yourself first," he chuckled. "How many people would think you are doing the right thing?"
"Well, son," she said, "there's one beautiful word that covers What passed between us."
"What's that?" he chuckled. "Fuck?"
"Don't be crude," she said, "love. That's the word that goes with fuck."
"Oh, mom," he said, "what a hypocrite. Your vagina needed action. My penis needed some thrusting. And the two of us got together. And we got a nice climax."
"We did that," she laughed. "But love is the thing that made it all right. The thing that made it acceptable. Do you love some of those chicks you're balling at school?"
"Why should I?" he demanded. "I don't ask a pussy if it's loving me. I ask if it's tight."
"What a demented way of looking at it."
"Well, mom," he said, "some people could say that our relationship was sick, sick, sick."
"Don't say that," she said. "Don't ever say that. What we had was beautiful. I love you, darling. And naturally I would. The fact that I carried it a little farther than most parents would might pose problems to some people's moral concept. But not to mine. I have my own set of morals."
"That is obvious."
Then she looked at something. She saw the stub of a cancelled check. It had a man's name that puzzled her. She had never heard of him. Harry Hanover. She looked at her son with a startled expression.
"I just found a check for twenty-five hundred. Rather, a check stub, darling. It was made out by Harry Hanover, so dad observes. And I would like to know what on earth Harry Hanover is paying dad that kind of money for."
"Is that right?" her young son asked curiously. He came over and looked at the check stub. Sure enough, it was made out to his father and it said twenty-five hundred for services rendered.
"What type of services do you think dad rendered?" he asked.
"That is what I intend to find out. If I find out that he is involved in black market drugs, I'll divorce him in a minute. It's a bad environment for you to grow up around."
"Oh, mom," he said, "do you think dad could go to jail?"
"If he is breaking the law he certainly could," she observed. "I don't like the looks of it, dear."
"Nor do I," he admitted.
She reached for the telephone book. And she looked up Harry Hanover, and sure enough, there was his address in Crest Park.
"He certainly lives in a fine enough area," she said. "Crest Park. You know the rich people all live over there, up on snob hill."
"Oh, mom, don't be jealous," he remonstrated er. "That's not a nice attitude. They probably ?ork like slaves to get into those beautiful omes up there in that nice section."
"Work like slaves, my ass," she laughed. ! They probably have some deal going. Some swindle of some sort. Don't you believe it for one minute that most of them acquire it through merit. I have lived too long to know that, honey. And I am going to find out how Harry Hanover made his."
"How do you intend to find out?"
"Well, honey, that is the problem."
"I've got an idea," he said. "How would it be if we went over near where he lives? We could check out a gas station or a shopping center or something and see if we could get any information on the guy."
"Sure," she said, "and people would say that we are snooping. No, no, that would never do. There must be a way. I'll think of something."
"Maybe he is listed in the blue book," she said.
"The blue book?" he asked curiously. "What's the blue book? I have heard of the little black book, but I never heard of a blue book."
"That, Jimmy, is where the rich people have their names listed. They tell everything they have done. The only thing they don't tell is who they have done."
"That's a good one," he said. "Let's buy one of those books and find out what Harry Hanover has done. That is, if they list what he has done."
"An excellent idea," she observed. "I'll get one tomorrow. They probably cost like the devil. But it is worth it. I will divorce your father in a moment if I catch him in any wrongdoing."
"What do you think dad would do if he caught us having sex?"
"Well, I don't care to think about that," she said. "But I can tell you one thing for damn sure, I would like to have all the butcher knives hidden."
"You mean dad might get that mad?"
"He has a vile temper, dear," she said, "and I would hate to think what your father would do. He really is a mean man in many ways. I've tried to protect you from his true natufe."
"Oh, mom," he said, "you must have thought something of him or you Wouldn't have married him. And after all, I'm half him."
"Yes, dear," she said, "that's the bad half. The good half is me, honey."
"You have got some ego, mom."
"I'm just telling the truth darling. The truth as I see it."