Chapter 6
It was really bugging her to have him act like this.
"Look baby," she said, "I don't think it's funny for you to have that pistol."
Suddenly he was looking at her vagina as if he would enjoy sticking the nose of it up there.
"Whatever you do," she said, "don't you dare put that near my you know what."
A slow smile crept across his lips.
"Now would I do a thing like that?" he demanded.
"You very well might," she said pistoly, "and I don't want you to."
"Yes," he grinned, "I very well might. You're quite a cagey gal."
"I wasn't born yesterday," she said, "now if you would just leave me alone I would really be happy."
There was no doubt about it, he was deriving enormous delight and satisfaction from torturing her in this manner.
"Sweetheart," he said, "I want to tell you a thing or two. I really don't dig being treated like this. Not at all."
"What do you mean?" She demanded, "I've been very good to you. I've really been good to you."
"I want you to lick the butt of this pistol." She glared at him.
"All right," she said, "if that's what you want, I'll do it."
He put the pistol next to her mouth, and she let her pink tongue strike out.
"Pretend it's my penis."
"You certainly are demented," she said under her breath.
Anger came to his face.
"Apologize for what you just said," he insisted.
"Oh I'm sorry," she said in mock seriousness.
"I don't like your attitude," he complained, "I really don't."
"Well I dislike a lot more than just your attitude," she assured him, "I can't stand you. Do you dig me?"
"I dig you," he said, "I dig you all too well."
The point had been made. And there was no doubt in her mind about what he was trying to say.
"Honey," he told her, "you just take it easy. Understand?"
"Yes I understand," she said.
Now she was eager for action. And he wasn't.
"You know honey," he smiled at her, "I've got an idea that we could have a lot of fun. That is if we could be more cooperative with each other."
She was licking farther down the pistol and it got him excited.
"There's another thing I like a lot," he said, "I like to have a woman who will lick my feet."
Nervously, she went down to his feet. "I like to be standing before a mirror and watching."
She pulled away from his feet on the bed. Then he got on his feet and walked over to a sliding glass door which was also a mirror.
"Here honey," he said, "lick."
With a pistol trained on her, he watched her lick his feet. He derived a great amount of erotic pleasure aiming the pistol at her direction, and having her lick.
"Oh yes honey," he smiled, "that's it Oh I love that"
Wheels were moving in her head, all the time she was doing her licking. She thought to herself that if she could just get her hands for one minute on that pistol, she would really show him what a pistol she was. This kept going through her mind over and over, and then as she got so furious at the thought of licking his foot, when he suggested she lick between the toes, she jumped up. As she did so, she grabbed for the gun. And then training it on him she said, "now we'll find out who is boss?"
"Baby," he said, "can't you take a gag? That wasn't loaded."
She turned her attention now to the pistol. As she pressed the small lever, and aimed it away from him to test, she discovered indeed it was empty. A look of rage tore across her face as she realized he had outfoxed her.
"Now if you want to play with a loaded gun," he said, "I have one of those. But I thought we were just having some sex fun. That was my idea of it anyway."
She looked at him and said typically, "I want to clear out of here. I've had enough of this crap."
"Now is that a nice way to talk to me?" he laughed.
"I'm not through with you yet sweetheart," he smiled at her, "I think you need a little more experience. You know honey you aren't working that bar just tonight. I'm sure you have worked bars before, haven't you?"
"Well what do you think I am?" she said, "some cheap bar fly?"
"Of course sweetheart," he said, "and you're getting down on your luck. Look how many drinks you insisted upon having."
"Look," she said, "I don't appreciate you acting that way one bit. You understand?"
Now he said he would like to have some more fun.
"I would like to use my belt on your back side."
"I don't consider that a way to make it."
"Well I do," he insisted, "now stretch out. Let me have some fun."
She looked at him, hoping she could stare him down. But she soon discovered that she couldn't. Going over to the bed she stretched out on her stomach. As she lay there with her buttocks exposed, he came down hard with the belt. And then as he lashed across her ass, she howled in pain.
"Oh you're hurting me," she said, "I can't stand it."
"Sorry about that honey," he said, "I really am.
Now he was going to town. With rapid fire movements, he went to work giving her a stinging sensation across her ass.
"I hope you're having fun," she said.
"I am, don't worry about that."
She turned to see his expression. Sure enough, he had a gloating and happy expression as he was cutting across her ass cheeks with the belt.
"Stop it dammit," she finally told him, "stop it, you're hurting me."
"That's the general idea," he said, "and it makes me feel real good. You see I'm rising?"
She noticed it indeed he was rising. And it bothered her to no end.
"Look, stop it."
He wasn't going to stop. And she knew it. Now his hand was squeezing his huge cock.
"Now sweetheart," he said, "I want you to do some licking."
He stopped for a moment, and then as he forced her to turn over he boarded her breasts. Letting his buttocks press down on her, breasts he brought his penis even with her mouth.
"Just open it dear," he smiled, "that's what I want. Go ahead, open your mouth."
Easing himself into her, he gripped her head and guided it over it.
"Oh yes," he panted excitedly, "that's real nice. Real nice!"
He was enjoying it now. And even though she couldn't stand him, he loved it. He loved it because he was forcing her to do something she didn't want to. Forcing her to accept his most intimate parts. And, riding his balls on her chin, he let his huge rod slip back and forth. He would pull it way out, and then slide it in. As she saw it pulling out, and glanced at its saliva slickened surface, she found herself admiring him. He was indeed a very handsome man, even though he was a very disgusting one. And as his giant sized shaft pushed in and pulled out, she enjoyed him all the more.
"Hold your hands on my ass-cheeks baby," he insisted, "that's what I like. Oh yes baby. Now you're doing it the way I like it. That's it honey. Keep it up."
She kept her hands back there, and massaged him. He was becoming more excited every second.
"Keep that up honey," he begged, "Oh yes. That's the way I like it. Do it baby. Do it."
Faster and faster the hot hands massaged his ass cheeks while the mouth took care of the penis.
"I really like to pump it to you honey," he grinned, "feels good. Tremendous."
She was happy that he was enjoying it so much. Now the two of them were going to town.
"Oh take it all," he told her, "yes baby, yes. That's what I want. Oh yes. Keep that going."
Now he was flipping out of his mind with pleasure and delight.
"Oh yes," he panted, "that's what I like. Oh yes sweetheart."
The aroma of his loins got to her. He was sweating now. And she liked the feel of his hairy balls as they bobbed up and down on her chin as his huge penis thrust in and out of her mouth. She fastened her lips to the shaft, and he told her that was good.
"I like it when you do that. Yes baby that's good. Hold tight!"
She held tight all right, and he went on pumping away.
"Oh yes," he said as he felt himself touching the back of her throat with his penis head.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, now, now-it won't be much longer baby, oh, yes, yes!"
Suddenly the hot juice exploded in her mouth. She got some thick creamy cum and loved it. Devouring him, she felt it hurtling down her throat. And then he slowly eased his penis out of her mouth.
"Oh sweetheart," he panted, "did I ever enjoy that! Yes, baby yes. That was fun."
There was no doubt about it, they had enjoyed each other. And they had enjoyed each other immensely.
"Oh sweetheart," he told her, "you have no idea how good that is to me. I really loved it."
He withdrew from her, and just stood there for a moment.
"I like that."
She loved it as he was right over her breasts with his buttocks. Slowly he went up and down and she enjoyed the sensation of his buttocks colliding with her breasts.
"Doesn't that feel good?" he asked her, "it sure does to me."
Then he got off the bed and moved away. Her eyes wandered after him. He went to the bathroom and closed the door and she could hear him urinating. Then he came out and looked at her.
"Well, I guess I'll take you back to the bar. Maybe you can make some more business."
"Look," she said, "just because I fucked you doesn't mean I fuck everybody. Have you got that straight? And I don't happen to be a hooker. I'm very sorry to disappoint you."
"Oh you're not disappointing me at all," he assured her, "not in the least."
He had a certain spunky way of acting, that really got to her. She couldn't help but admire him in certain respects, but in over all she loathed him.
She got off the bed and found her panties and slipped into them rapidly. It didn't take long for her nimble fingers to fasten the hook on her bra. Then she put on her dress.
"You don't look half bad," he said, "even when you're not half stoned."
She thought it best to say nothing. She didn't know what else he might have in mind. The belt lashing across her bare behind wasn't exactly what she had thought he would do. And the fear surfaced when he pulled that gun that wasn't loaded, was another thing that got to her. But she couldn't help wondering if what he said about being a trigger man was true. Finally she asked him.
"I want you to tell me one thing Gabriel and tell the truth."
"Well I'm not used to telling the truth very often," he grinned.
"Well I believe that," she said, "but I want to ask you, are you really one of those terrible trigger men?"
"Well baby, sorry to disappoint you but I guess I'm not."
"Why did you tell me all of that?"
"It just made it more exciting," he said, "I like to see fear on your face. It made me get turned on."
"Well that's real nice," she said.
Now she was dressed and she was eager for him to take her back to her car. So she could get home.
"Ready?" she asked, "I certainly am."
"Yes," he said, "I'm ready."
She was indeed happy when he dropped her at her car and told her, "have fun baby."
"Don't worry, I will."
She gave him a disgusted glance, as she thought about all of the trouble that he had put her through. Then, she was delighted to leave. As she got in her own car and drove home, she knew that her son Jimmy would be worried about her. She only hoped that he wouldn't want sex. That would be the last straw. Yet, she couldn't very well tell him that she had been at a bar and gone home with a man for one night. He would think even less of her than he had thought before. And he hadn't thought much of her before. As she drove back home she was also curious what the detective Roger Martin was going to find out. She could hardly wait to get the goods on her husband. Then it dawned on her that possibly her husband was having her followed too. If she was being tailed,, that would be terrible. When she finally pulled into her driveway, she noticed the light was on up in her son's room.
That was a bad sign and she knew it. When she got up there, he said to her, "where in the hell have you been?"
"Oh sweetheart," she said, "I'm sorry, I was talking to one of my friends."
"Am I expected to believe that?" he said, "how do I know what you have been doing?"
"Don't you believe your own mother?" she smiled, as she bent over to kiss him.
"No, you have been drinking."
"Celebrating," she said.
"Celebrating what," he asked, "what's there to celebrate?"
"Well there will be shortly," she said, "you can be sure of that."
"Tell me all about it," he said, "were you celebrating alone in some bar?"
"Well there is always someone to talk to at a bar honey," she said, "I hope you don't mind if I speak to someone. I appreciate you caring for your mother, but I don't want you to get too attached to me."
"You are becoming impossible," he said, "I don't want to deal with you. Just when I think you are going to be a little bit loyal to me, I have to worry about you being out half the night fucking everybody."
"Why dear," she said, "just because momma was doing a little drinking doesn't mean she was catting around. I don't appreciate that."
"I can pretty soon find out," he said, "do you want to fuck right now?"
"Why Jimmy," she said, "I don't appreciate you approaching me like that. It isn't very nice."
"Well I have to have some sex," he said, "and I don't mind telling you so. Look."
He flung back the covers and sure enough she got a look at his huge tool.
"Oh baby," she panted, "it does look good, all right, honey let's do it."
Every moment he was becoming more and more excited and so was she.
"Oh baby," he panted, "you have no idea I would enjoy balling you."
The pleasure was building in his loins now. He could hardly stand it and she couldn't either.
"Now sweetheart," he smiled, "let me have it."
Even though she didn't feel like it at all, she felt as though she had to now.
Slowly she took off her clothes. He watched as he saw her get down to the panties and bra. And he could hardly wait for her to slip in bed with him.
"How do I look darling?" she asked.
"You look fantastic," he said, "now get in bed quick."
She got in beside him, and she told him, "how would you like to try a new position?"
"All right," he agreed, "what position?"
"Well," she smiled, "I can be on top. I'll just slide my pussy down over your penis."
"That sounds good to me," he said, "yes momma do it!"
Suddenly she jammed it down over him. And as he felt the vagina muscles clasping at his thrusting penis, he became more and more excited.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I like. Do it." The pleasure was building every moment now.
"Oh, ah, let me play with your breasts mom," he panted, "that's what I want. Oh yes. Those gorgeous big breasts."
His hands massaged her breasts now. And she loved it.
"Oh do it," he begged, "do it."
The pleasure was building every moment.
"That's what I want honey," he said, "do it."
Faster and faster the penis thrust in there. And she clasped it with her muscles, and worked it effectively.
"Play with my breasts while you're doing this."
He reached up and gripped her firm round breasts. He pinched the nipples as she forced herself down over his huge penis.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes. That's wild."
Now he was really going to town. Faster and faster he was putting his strength against hers. And the two of them were enjoying it more every second.
"Fuck it," he gasped aloud, "fuck. Fuck. Fuck it baby, fuck it!"
At this point, he was so excited that he was trembling.
"What's the matter dear?" she asked, "you getting stimulated?"
"Am I," he said, "I am going out of my mind."
Suddenly, his fingertips were pressing her nipples too tightly. It distorted the pleasure, and it was no honeymoon.
"You're hurting me," she complained, "now stop it."
He looked at her and laughed.
"I don't know why, I was getting a big charge out of watching you when I hurt you."
"Well that's not very nice," she told him, "it's not very nice at all."
Faster and faster now he was drilling in there. And she was enjoying it.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck!"
The pleasure was building now every second.
"Yea baby," he panted, "fuck. Fuck it!"
She was doing everything in her power to give him a fuck he would not soon forget.
"Oh I love that," she panted, "that feels fantastic."
Now he was enjoying it.
"Fuck it," he panted, "fuck baby, fuck."
Grasping his sliding tool, the pleasure was increasing with every thrust
"Oh, ah, yes yes. That's what I want!"
It wasn't going to be long now. Suddenly she felt his penis start to juice. She slowed the tempo of grabbing at it.
"Don't go yet lover," she panted, "it's too much fun."
He deliberately slowed the pace of what he was doing. He wanted to give her a chance.
"Oh," he gasped, "this is too much. Yes, yes. I can't stand it. I've got to get it off."
With a hard ramming thrust he shot his gun off.
"Oh-h-h, ah-h-h-h-h, yes, yes, that's wild."
To her great delight and enormous pleasure, the penis spurted. She loved the feeling of the juice as it shot into her.
"Oh yes darling," she panted, "that feels good to me."
He was enjoying it now, and so was she.
"Oh son," she panted, "you got me there too."
She was telling the truth. Her own juices mingled with his as he came.
"Oh, ah, yes yes. That's beautiful."
The pleasure had built to a passionate pitch. And they had enjoyed it. Every fantastic second of it.
"Oh honey," he panted, "that was beautiful."
His hands released her breasts and he lay back relaxed.
She slid herself off him now.
"Well I guess that proves my point darling," she said, "I never could have gotten that turned on and given you such a spectacular fuck if I had been doing anything. I hope you realize that."
"Yes I do," he assured her, "that was really fun."
Every minute he was getting happier now, as he trusted her more. And this was exactly what she wanted. She was delighted that he would trust her. But she knew very well how tragic it was, for he would learn some day that he could not trust any woman, including his mother, when it came to sex.
"You know mom," he said, "I hope you and I can make that move to Miami. I know we would be happy."
"Well you will be happy to know darling," she said, "that I have hired a private investigator to find out what your father is up to. And at great cost to me. I have given him all the information that I can, and I am sure that he is going to find out shortly precisely what evil your dad is involved with. I hate to say anything bad about your father, but dear it's better to face up to the truth isn't it?"
"Well sure it is mom," he said, "that only makes sense."
"Of course," she said, "that's the way I feel."
There was no doubt in her mind that if it worked out in their favor, everything would be fine.
"How long does a divorce take mom?" he asked.
"Well I don't know for sure dear," she said, "I will have to find out. But you can be sure of one thing, when we have the goods then we can make our move. Until then we've got to be awfully, awfully careful."
"What do you think daddy's doing?" he asked.
"Well I have my own idea about that," she said, "I think it's something pertaining to his business. The drug business."
"Well I think he keeps another woman," young Jimmy told his mother.
"What makes you think that dear?" she asked.
"I'll tell you why," he said, "I have seen pictures in his wallet. And I have also seen phone numbers."
"Well you should have told me right away," she said. "And if possible, remove the pictures and the names. Or make copies."
"Oh I wouldn't like to do that," he said, "that wouldn't seem right."
"Why that wouldn't be crooked at all darling," she said, "as a matter-of-fact it would be a very wise thing to do."
"Would it?" he asked.
"Why yes dear," she said, "it would be the only sensible thing to do. You must never trust someone like your father. He needs to be watched. I've tried to watch him ever since I married him."
"Do you think maybe that made him play around? You being suspicious and all I mean?"
"Well I don't like to look at it that way dear," she said, "I really don't."
There was no doubt about it, he did feel some sympathy for his father. He thought that perhaps she had overdone this spying.
"Are you on his side or mine?" she finally demanded.
"Why yours of course," he assured her.
"Well I should hope so," she said.
"Why do you ask?"
"I'll tell you why," she said, "there's nothing worse than a dishonest lover and, we both must be careful. Careful of trusting each other."
"Well you don't have to worry about me," he assured her, "the person you have to worry about is yourself. Look who is coming in late. It isn't me is it?"
"Don't be abrupt dear," she said.
"I'm not being abrupt," he said, "I'm just trying to face a few facts. Did you ever do that?"
She decided it was time to go to bed.
"Good night darling," .she said, "I'm rather tired now."
She took her time. But she couldn't help thinking. And she was worried. Try as she would, she couldn't help but worry that she would get into trouble. All that would have to happen to wreck the divorce case was for her son to open his mouth. She had to be careful. And she knew that she had let herself in for a big risk. If she had gotten caught in any strange involvement with the character Gabriel, that she had picked up at the bar, she could make a mess of the divorce.
The more she thought about her young son Jimmy, the more she decided that she should be devoted to him. After all he was a very good fuck. And he really wanted to make love to her. She criticized herself for being so impossible.
Now, she finally got to sleep. But it was a troubled sleep. She glanced out at the moon, and it was illuminating the entire front yard. It looked beautiful. She glanced at it and dreamed. She dreamed about the first time that she came into the house with her husband. It had been such a beautiful moment for the both of them. They had worked very hard for this, and now all of a sudden they were fighting each other. It bothered her.
Finally she drifted off to sleep. She slept soundly at last. The next morning she got up early and thought she'd better fix a good breakfast for her son. That might endear him to her a little more. She knew she had played it rather traitorously to stay out like that and worry him. She fixed a big breakfast of waffles, with his favorite syrup, and scrambled eggs. She had some cantaloupe, and he liked that too. When he didn't get up, she called him.
"Jimmy," she called out, "time to get up dear."
She got him out of bed by pulling back the sheet.
"Leave me alone mom," he said.
She noticed his erection. She looked at it.
"Doesn't that ever go down?" she smiled.
"Oh mom," he said, "that's the morning hard-on. When I piss it will go away."
"Must you use those words?" she remonstrated him.
"What words?" he asked.
"You know, say urinate," she said.
"You make me laugh," he said, "you can fuck with me, but you don't want me to use the word piss. It could be wrong."
"Well it could be dear," she said.
He was getting a big charge out of her morality.
"I have my morals," she said, "and I think one of the most important things for any young man or young woman to learn is to hold their tongue when it comes to the bad words."
"Well what do you think of a mother who makes it with her own son?" he asked.
"Well, I think it's beautiful. Providing they love each other."
"I see," he laughed, "love is the thing."
"Precisely darling," she said, "love makes all the difference in the world."
"Well," he said, "if that's the way you look at it."
"Well it is," she said.
There was no doubt in his mind now, that she was a little off. He could tell that if she was going to be particular about one thing, and so indifferent about another that she wasn't quite with it.
"I'm really sick and tired of the way you look at it," he said.
"Well I should think you would pay a little attention to your mother. After all son I have lived a little while. And I should know a little more than you."
"But do you?" he demanded.
"Well I think I do," she said.
Finally, she quit complaining about his conduct and he got out of the bed, and went into the bathroom. Then, she hurried downstairs and did her thing. She fixed him a good breakfast and he enjoyed it.
"Wow!" he said, "what a good breakfast you have fixed mom. I really have to hand it to you."
"What do you mean?" she said, "are you trying to say that I rarely fix you good breakfasts?"
"Oh you twist everything," he complained, "I didn't mean that at all. I just wanted to let you know that I enjoyed this breakfast."
"Good for you," she said.
As he left for school that day she couldn't help wishing that she had never touched him. Perhaps he could be out with some girl that he would really love. She felt guilty as hell to think that she had influenced him to go to bed with her. Yet, there was no turning back. She had made up her mind and she had to follow through, as difficult as it was, she knew that she had little or no choice in the matter.
Later she decided that she would call the investigator, Roger Martin. She dialed his number and the answering service took the call.
"Martin's Investigations."
"I would like to speak to Mr. Martin," she said.
"Who's calling please?" the female operator asked.
"Mrs. Susan Kelly. When Mr. Martin comes in would you have him dial me?"
"Your number please," the operator said brusquely.
"He has it."
"Thank you for calling."
She hung up abruptly. And then Susan Kelly was left alone. She went over to the stove and turned the water on. She thought perhaps she would fix herself some coffee, it would help her get rid of the terrible hangover she had from all of the drinking and screwing around she had done the night before.
The coffee was starting to help. A few moments later, and she was thankful for that. As she knew it would be a miserable day. She decided that the best thing to do would be to go see one of her girlfriends. Perhaps she could tell her a thing or two that would help her. She dialed her girlfriend's number, and it surprised her that Gloria wasn't up.
"Aren't you up yet Gloria?"
"Should I be?" she asked.
"Why yes," she said, "it's late."
"Well it's not too late " she said, "how are you honey?"
"Fine," she replied, "I would really enjoy seeing you."
She hung up after she told her that he would be there. She was a little worried. However, she had made up her mind, and she was determined that all was going to go well. When she finally did get over to Gloria's place, it was around lunch time. And she thought it might be a very good idea to take her out for lunch.
"Gloria honey," she said, "how would you like it if I took you out for lunch?"
"That would be great," she said, "I really would dig that."
Gloria got dressed at last, and the two of them went out for lunch. As she talked to her at lunch, she suggested that they have some drinks.
"Oh, I don't drink at lunch time," Gloria said, "things haven't gotten that bad yet."
"I love to drink a lot," Susan Kelly admitted.
"But you didn't used to drink a lot," she said.
"I know," she said, "I didn't used to. But you see, everything has changed. My life isn't the same anymore."
"What do you mean darling?" she asked.
"I'll tell you," she said, "if you went through what I went through with my husband you would want to drink too."
"You have had some trouble with Kelvin?" she asked curiously.
"Yes I have," she said, "awful trouble. It makes me sick every time I think about it."
"Go on and tell me," she said.
"All right I will," she said, "the trouble is this. He's into something that I can't put my finger on. Something evil. But I'm having him investigated."
"Investigated?" she said, "you mean you're spying on him?"
"Well I'm not spying on him personally," she said, "but I'm having someone check him out. In that way I'll know what he is doing."
Gloria looked at her in amazement, at what lengths she had gone to to check on her husband's activity.