Chapter 18
As Sally got behind the wheel of her car and drove home, tears of frustration welled in her eyes.
It choked her up to recognize that she had foolishly fallen for Gordy's plan. He had wanted to engage her in Lesbianism for his own satisfaction, and had forced her down over his cock at a time when she had not wanted to have any kind of sex with him.
The only measure of satisfaction that Sally had managed to gain was to call him a bastard, then walk out of his apartment. But she still felt humiliated for ever getting involved with somebody as crude as Gordy.
The closer she drew toward home, the more she thought about her wonderful son Scott and how she had crushed him when she had revealed that she would have no more sex with him.
She wondered if she had been wrong. Perhaps if they would just withhold such information from her husband, then maybe it would be a good idea for them to continue such a relationship.
Her mind kept moving back and forth. At one juncture, she would consider making a fresh play for Scott, then would promptly change her mind.
Sally then began to consider another option. Just because Gordy had been demanding in the fucking department, and had proven himself so crude, didn't mean that she would be encountering somebody like that the next time out. Just maybe she could meet a kind gentleman, who would occasionally want to share sex with her.
But she couldn't help but feel that that too would be a rear guard action. After all, she was a married woman, a fact that she had to conspicuously bear in mind.
She pulled up into the garage of the house, then observed the fact that the house itself was dark.
Sally entered the house, then walked into the kitchen and poured herself a drink.
At the very time in which she had wanted to talk to Scott to the greatest extent, he was not around.
She wanted to cry on his shoulder, and perhaps, depending upon how she finally reacted, to even have sex with him.
She walked into the living room and turned on the stereo, listening to some soft, rhapsodic sounds as she sipped the liquor.
She kept thinking about Scott, and recalled the disappointed look he had had on his face when she had told him they were not going to have any more sex.
Sally recognized that she had turned Scott in another direction, toward that of having plenty of sex with other young girls whenever the opportunity provided. That hurt her, since she felt that a number of the girls who had surrendered their bodies to him were cheap, totally beneath somebody of Scott's dignity.
Only in his state of rebelliousness, she thought, would he ever stoop to doing something like that.
Scott was a fine young man, she knew, and it was just a question of how to deal with him. After all, she was the one who had made the initial play toward him, only to shut him off at a time when he was fully acclimated to enjoying sex with her.
As she sat there sipping the drink and sobbing, the telephone rang.
"Hello, dear, is that you?" she immediately recognized Jerry's voice.
"Yes, it is."
She attempted to lift her sagging spirits before resuming the conversation with Jerry, but it wasn't an easy matter, considering all that she had been through.
"I've been trying to get you for several hours," Jerry said. "You must have been out."
"I'm sorry, but I was. I only wish I had known you were going to call. I had to go to a dinner meeting at my club."
"Oh, I see. Well, I wanted to talk to you so bad that I decided to stay up late."
"Where are you calling from?"
"Chicago."
"My goodness, it must be about one o'clock there."
"That's right," he concurred. "But it was worth staying up just to talk to you. You see, I had something that I must discuss with you right now, something that I'm sure you're going to be very happy about."
"What's that?"
"I'm going to be on national television on Saturday," he said proudly.
"You're kidding? What show, honey?"
" 'The Evening News'. I'm going to be speaking at a seminar, and they are going to focus on it. They'll mention me and the name of my book, and I'll even get to say a few words."
"That's great. We'll be watching."
"Is the young man around?"
"No, he must have gone out."
"Gosh, I was hoping I'd get a chance to talk with him."
"I'll certainly give him your message and your best wishes."
"Right. I'll be talking to you in a couple of days."
"We'll be watching you, darling."
"Take it easy now," Jerry said, hanging up.
It bothered Sally to have to talk to her husband at such a crucial time. She was still hurting from the effects of all that she had been through, and it was difficult for her to attempt to keep up a happy front that she did not feel.
She felt, nonetheless, that she had been successful in carrying off her charade.
She had two more drinks, intending to wait up for Scott, no matter how late it might be when he arrived home.
Scott did not arrive back in the house until a few minutes before one. By that Lime Sally was almost asleep. When she heard the door open, however, she was jarred back to a state of alert consciousness.
"Scott, dear, where have you been?" she asked with concern.
"I've been out fucking, but I didn't get too much," he said disappointedly, shaking his head. "The damned chick was a little cock-teaser. She made it look like I was going to get a chance to score all night long, but when it came to a showdown, all I could get was a chance to suck her pussy."
"Is that what you call a worthwhile night?"
"Don't talk to me about that," Scott said. "You were probably out fucking with that same guy."
"I'm sorry to say that I was." She shook her head sadly. "But I'll tell you something, I learned my lesson."
"What did you say?" a startled Scott looked at her.
"I think you heard me right. I learned my lesson. I learned that it wasn't good to play around with somebody like that. I also discovered just how dependent I am on you. You mean a lot to me, Scott, and it took a terrible experience tonight for me to recognize it."
"What do you mean by a terrible experience?"
"It was crude, son," Sally shook her head. "This guy had two other women there, and he wanted all the women to screw each other. Then he wanted to take turns fucking all of us."
"He sounds like a real sonofabitch."
"That's just what I called him."
"Good for you. This chick tonight, she left a lot to be desired. She was cute. Oh yes, she had nice tits and ass, but when it came to putting out, she just wasn't there."
"I really can't say I'm sorry," Sally said. "I don't think a gal like that is worth your while, anyway, so it's all for the better you didn't get more intimately involved with her. I hope for your sake you don't see her again."
"Don't worry, I won't," he said emphatically. "But how about you and that guy?"
"I called him a bastard and walked out on him."
"Good for you," Scott smiled.
"Sit down here next to me, darling," Sally said.
She slid over on the sofa, permitting her handsome young son to sit down next to her.
She reached out and ran her fingers ever so carefully and soothingly through his hair. As the fingers continued to make contact with his,hair, Sally leaned forward and delivered a smooth, soft kiss to his lips.
Sally deliberately wanted to start things out with a gentle kiss, and build from there to savage passions:
She could tell from the way that Scott's entire body vibrated from the Kiss just how impressed he was, and the extent to which he was becoming excited by her.
She released her lips from Scott's, then delivered another lip kiss. This one was considerably more devastating than the first, and the shock waves began to reverberate through Scott's body to a much greater extent than before.
She sank her fingers ever deeper into his hair, and Sally's heart began to pound relentlessly as their lips remained fervently pressed together.
Sally released her lips from Scott's, then let the fingers of her left hand drift down toward his legs.
She touched his legs ever so soothingly, then quickly unzipped his trousers, reaching inside and touching the tip of his long penis.
"Touch my cock," Scott sighed. "I love it, baby, I love it when you finger my dick. Oh, this chick tonight just wouldn't do it. She wouldn't do for me what you are doing right now."
Sally was feeling much better now that she had renewed her commitment toward Scott.
Her fingers soothingly moved over the foreskin of his hard penis, and every time that her fingers collided with his cock, he felt that much more in the way of sensation throughout his entire body.
Sally kept up the fervent pace, then slipped her fingers down toward the base of his long pecker.
She worked her fingers with great zeal, and as she kept up her steady activity, she reached down with her right hand and began to skillfully probe his balls.
It gave her a feeling of absolute freedom to know that she was back doing precisely what she wanted to do. Her fingers were skillfully manipulating around Scott's cock and balls, and he was enjoying the skilled movements.
"You're wonderful, baby, you really are," he sighed. "Keep your fingers working, keep them working on my dick. Play with my balls. Oh, I wanted some action like this tonight. I'm glad I'm getting it, but better yet, I'm glad I'm getting it with you. You're so beautiful, baby, I really love you."
Sally's fingers began to work with increasing speed as she kept up her flow of activity.
Back and forth she tugged on his cock, and all the while she kept up the flow of activity on his balls.
While her fingers continued to consistently slide around his penis and testicles, she became that much hungrier to work her tongue up and down Scott's dick.
As she continued to play with Scott's balls, Sally began to slide her tongue over the tip of Scott's long dick.
At first she worked ever so slowly, barely touching the tip of his erect member. But soon she was providing him with some more contact, gradually bringing him forward into a state of greater passion.
The longer that she opened up on his huge cock, the more fervently his legs began to tremble. He enjoyed every touch that she put forth, and every time that her tongue came into contact with his cock, she found herself moving that much faster.
Soon Sally's instincts completely took over as she worked her tongue along the length of his entire cock.
Occasionally she would even abandon sucking his cock and move her tongue downward toward his balls, which she would cut loose on with vigorous enjoyment.
Sally loved what was happening. She liked being in the select position where she could suck the cock that she loved.
She decided to go back to him, rather than abandoning him, as she had at one time.
His mammoth organ was reacting more noticeably now as she kept up the movements on his long cock.
"Keep on sucking," Scott exclaimed. "Keep working the tongue, baby. I really love the tongue action. Keep driving it, darling. I want to shoot in your mouth. I really want to get rid of my juices in your hot mouth."
Her fingers tugged energetically and systematically on his balls as her tongue continued to slide up and down his lengthy penis.
Sally was sucking to the very maximum of her capabilities, and she recognized that she had him on the verge of climax. All it would take, she thought, were a few more tugs at his balls coupled with her hot fucks.
The tongue continued to twist with rhythmic excitement as she moved him ever closer to the big moment.
She sucked with convincing authority, plunging him into the very depths of passionate excitement.
"I'm there, I'm there," he exclaimed finally.
Ai that juncture, he released a stream of white juices into her mouth, and Sally was only too happy to gobble up the hot lava that spilled out of him.
She kept on toying with his balls as she sucked to her heart's content.
Scott sighed passionately as he released the juices out of the end of his organ and into her waiting mouth.
"That was really something," Scott said. "Maybe I had a lousy date earlier tonight, but I sure as hell made up for it with you."
"I want more," Sally exclaimed hotly. "I want to fuck with you on my bed."
"I can do more."
"That's good. I expect more, honey, even if I've got to pump on your cock to bring it back up again."
"You don't," he laughed. "I'm hot enough now, bfot it still might not hurt for you to do it anyway."
"You always did like my finger action."
"Yes, I did. Let's go into the other room."
"Right away."
Sally leaned forward and delivered a kiss to Scott's lips. Their lips parted and they got up from the sofa, walking into Sally's bedroom.