Chapter 3

In the week that followed, Bill decided that he needed a girlfriend. He felt strange about so much sex with his mother and decided he would tell her about it.

"Mom," he told her, "I'm getting uptight about having sex with you."

"That's a nice thing to say to your mother," she said abruptly. "After all the love I've shown you, you say you're getting tired of me Well, dear, I am really disturbed to hear you talk like that."

"You're just disturbed, Mom," he snapped.

Tears came to Margaret's eyes as she listened to her son say the words that she knew she would have to hear some day.

"You're crushing me with that type of attitude," she said. "I gave you love and from the bottom of my heart, baby, I gave you my love, and what are you giving me in return?"

"I am giving you all the love I can," he said abruptly.

"No, no, you're not," she said, "you're giving me husks. You can't fool me."

"I'm not trying to fool you," he said, "I'm just trying to get you back on the track."

"So now I'm insane because I love you, is that it?" she demanded.

"Don't be impossible, Mom," he said. "You are getting uptight to make trouble for me. It isn't fair."

"No dear," she insisted, "I'm trying to help you to understand it yourself."

"I understand myself," he insisted. "I'm a horny young man. Naturally I need some sex, but I don't need it with my Mom."

"I don't know why not," she said. "Mother loves you, and I'm sure that some of these little chicks that you would pick up wouldn't really give a damn about yoii. It makes me feel ill, dear, to hear you talk like this."

"Don't feel ill at all," he insisted.

"Mom, dear," he said angrily, "have you ever thought of divorcing Dad and finding a man who could give you sex the way you want it?"

"Well no," she smiled, "I love your father. .Why would I divorce him?"

"Because he's developing into a worthless drunk," Bill told her flatly.

"Now you mustn't say such horrid things about your father," she corrected him quickly, "even though they're perfectly true. After all, we've got to stick together, a family should, under a trial."

"And you are creating one of the biggest trials of all," he said seriously. "The way that you are acting right now is a burden for me to bear."

"I don't see how on earth you can say that," she said evenly, "as a matter of fact, dear, you should be ever so grateful that I am as compassionate of you as I am. After all, you haven't always been easy to deal with."

"I never said I was," Bill told her frankly, "but I'm telling you one thing right now, I'm finding me a chick."

"Good luck," she said sarcastically, "here's hoping you don't get gonhorrea or syphillis for that matter."

"Thanks, Mom," he said, "I'll keep in mind what you told me."

"See that you do, dear," she said. "Since having sex with me will be over if you pick up one of those horrid diseases."

Margaret was pacing the floor as her son let his position be known, but it bothered her no end as she did adore him. He walked out on her and she was left alone with her own disturbed mind and troubling thoughts. He was determined now to find his way at last.

As he went out into the night, he decided he would go over to his girlfriend's place. He always liked to visit Jill when he got upset. Going down the street, he looked in the different houses. As he glanced in the windows he wished his life could be as quiet and peaceful as some of these lives looked. Yet he couldn't help wonder if they were really that peaceful and quiet and stable on the inside.

When he got to the window where Jill lived, he saw her sitting there next to her father on the sofa. Suddenly it hit him how revolting it was what he had done with his mother. He imagined what it would be like if Jill's father was placing his hot eager hand on her thigh. He could imagine him reaching over to manipulate her breasts. The whole idea sickened him and disgusted him. Nevertheless he wiped all of this from his mind and went up to the front door and knocked. Jill came there and greeted him. Her big brown lustrous eyes looked excited and delighted that he dropped by.

"Why hi Bill," she smiled up at him.

"Hi there Jill," he told her, "how are you tonight?"

From the living room her father's voice called out, "Come in, Bill."

"Hi there," he said.

"You do know Dad, don't you?" she smiled.

"Oh sure," he said.

"I wish I could talk to you," he said quietly.

"What about that it can't be said in front of me?" Jill's father demanded.

"Now Daddy," Jill reminded him, "I've got to have a little privacy."

Then she dismissed herself and with Bill walked down the street.

"What was it you wanted to see me about?" she asked.

"Oh," he explained, "I had to get away from a lover of mine. She was taking all the life out of me. She was smothering me."

"Oh you poor baby," she said. "I never knew there was anyone. Who was this lover that was smothering you?"

The moment she said smothering he thought how close it was to mothering and it made him tremble as he realized in reality it was his mother.

"What's wrong?" Jill asked. "Did I say something wrong?"

"I don't know," he said, "I don't know what's wrong with me now."

"Take it easy," she said, "because, baby, you can't let anything get you uptight. I remember the night I found out I was pregnant."

"What, you were pregnant?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, "I covered it up. Of course I got an abortion. I was as scared as hell to go through with it."

"It wasn't a professional," he said.

"No Bill," she said, "I couldn't afford a professional. My lover barely had the money to pay the guy that did it for us."

"It sounds sloppy," he said.

"It was, honey," she said. "I went through a terrible scrape. We did it in a motel, and it was a rush job."

"I guess we're all going through a lot these days," he observed.

"Isn't that the truth," she said. "Now why are you uptight, is this woman threatening to kill you or something if you stayed away from her?"

"Oh, nothing that bad," Bill admitted. "I guess compared to what you've gone through I haven't been through anything."

"Well I only told you that," she said, "so you would get some consolation, so you would realize you are not alone."

"Thanks an awful lot, baby," he told her, "that was real sweet of you to fill me in on your own life."

"Well I think it's good," she said, "to tell a person the truth, and baby the truth is the only thing that will ever set you free."

"I knew it," he said, gulping as he realized how far from the truth what he had told her actually was.

"Now this older woman," she continued, "what does she make you do?"

"Everything," he admitted.

"Do you eat her pussy?"

"Yes," he admitted. "I do that for her."

"You know I enjoy that myself," she admitted. "Would you like to eat my pussy sometime?"

"I would baby," Bill admitted, "that's what I was coming over to your place to see you about. I thought, maybe we could get together for a little action and entertainment."

"Of course by that you mean sex," Jill smiled.

"Yes," he said, "I mean sex, wild hot sex."

"Great," she said quickly, "I'm all for it. I give super blow jobs."

"Thaf s what I heard," Bill admitted, "and I guess it's true."

"Take it from the horse's mouth," she smiled, "it's the truth. I began giving blow jobs in grade school, and then I developed a skill at it and some of the fellows pay pretty well in college for it."

"College?" he asked. "You've been doing it with the college kids?"

"That's where the money is," she explained. "You take on a whole fraternity and each one chipping in ten bucks, that's a lot of money."

"Oh my," he said, "you've gone in for it in a big way."

"Yes," she said, "I find I make more money doing it on a wholesale scale."

"I can imagine," he smiled at her.

"And your father, has he ever gotten wind of it? Or how about your mother?"

"No," she said, "they are too religious. They would never believe it if anyone did tell them, and they wouldn't even know what the word blow job means."

"You're a lucky girl, Jill," he smiled, "now let's you and me get together one of these days."

"I have an idea," she smiled, "let's go back to the house. I will pretend I'm going to bed, and then you could come up the back door. Dad gets so absorbed watching TV, he would never know that you slipped in."

"I don't know as I should risk that or not," he told her.

"Don't be silly," she said, "you have nothing to fear but fear itself."

"Alright," he told her, "let's give it a go."

"Groovy," she told him excitedly, "we're going to have one helluva ball."

The whole idea excited her tremendously. However, she knew that she had to give him exact instructions.

"Now you come in the back door on the porch. Just walk by the service porch, and up the back stairway. My bedroom is the second one on the left. Make sure you go to the second one because I wouldn't want you slipping into bed with my kid brother."

"Well let me tell you," he laughed, "I wouldn't care to slip in bed with your kid brother."

They walked a few moments more and then Jill looked into his eyes.

"You look like you have a good cock on you," she said, "judging from what I could see down there."

Bill's penis was bulging in his pants and her eyes were now on the crotch all the time.

"I can hardly wait," he explained. "Let's have a lot of fun.

Together they walked down the street a few moments more. He took her hand in his, and squeezed it.

"Jill," he smiled, "I bet you are a lot of fun to eat too."

"Are you a good tongue man?" she asked frankly.

"Some of the girls tell me I am," he grinned.

At this point they could hardly wait for their good time with each other.

"Oh baby," he exclaimed, "when I get my mouth on you what a lot of fun I'm going to have."

"Let's quit talking and start doing it," she said. "Now I'll go back with you and you can say goodnight to Dad. Of course it's, a little hypocritical, but he'll never catch on, he gets so fascinated with that boob tube that he doesn't know what's happening and of course he takes the bottle to bed with him practically. I guess my Dad drinks as much as your Dad. I've heard stories about your Daddy drinking."

"Alright," Bill told her, "we'll go back now."

Together they walked back to her house. He eagerly awaited the moment when they could get together. However he had to control himself now.

"Well Bill," she said casually, "that was a lot of fun going for a walk with you."

Jill's father thought Bill was a wholesome young boy and he didn't hesitate to put in a good word for him.

"Now that's what I like you to do, honey," he said, "go for a walk with your boyfriend. That's what I used to do when your Mom and I first started dating. I think a lot of these kids get all souped up because they're in those souped up cars."

"I only wish I had one," Bill told him.

"I'm glad you don't. A lot of the boys go wrong when they get those cars."

"I would be real careful if my old man would get me one," Bill assured him.

They had a few more words of chatter, and then they said goodnight.

"Take care," Jill smiled, and winked as he walked away.

He nodded back at her and he knew that he would see her in a few moments.

He walked half a block and then glanced over his shoulder. The coast was clear. He turned around and headed back. He was eager for his good time and nothing was going to stop him now. Going to the back door he slipped in quietly. He found the back stairway without any difficulty and then proceeded to Jill's room. He couldn't remember at first whether she said the first or second door to the left. He was fearful for a moment he would step into her little brother's room. That would be a fate worse than death to slip in bed with him, he thought. Fortunately he found the right door and Jill was waiting, stark naked.

"Oh I thought you'd never come," she sighed eagerly. "Hurry up and take your clothes off."

"I'm still nervous about being here," he told her.

"Don't be ridiculous," she said, "you made it, didn't you?"

"By the skin of my teeth," he said.

"Well baby," she said, "you're here and in the flesh. And so am I in the flesh baby, do you like?"

His eyes were all over her body as she stood there. His mouth was watering as he nodded.

"I could go ape for you," he said, "you are really gorgeous."

"Why thank you," she said, "I guess I do have a pretty good body. So many boys want it, you know."

"You don't have to give me a sales talk," he assured her. "I know you've got a sensational shape and I can hardly wait to have a good time with it."

"That goes double," she said eagerly.

Now Bill was taking off his clothes. But not fast enough for Jill, she was helping. Unfastening his belt, she unzipped his fly.

"Sweetheart," he said, "let me get my shoes off. Do you mind?"

She shrugged and shook her head.

"Not as long as I can have that big juicy cock in my mouth," she said, "I can hardly wait to show you how good I am at it."

"Well from the amount of experience you've been telling me you were having," he flashed her a knowing grin, "I guess you are a real expert."

"I guess I am," she admitted.

Now he had his shoes off, then she pulled his pants down for him. Sliding his shorts down next, she seized his quivering cock in her hand. Jolting it nimbly, she got him so excited juice started dripping out of the head of it.

"Oh I can hardly wait for this," he exclaimed eagerly. "Oh baby, this should be fantastic."

Now Jill was on her knees. She was licking the head of it lavishly.

"Oh I like that sensation," he informed her.

"Oh so do I," she said, "I want every inch of it. Right down my throat. Like in the movie."

"Are you seeing those movies?" he asked.

"Yes," she smiled. "Norman has a copy of a picture that his Dad had. It is really something. He had it made for him and used his Dad's name and signed Dad's check."

"He's a forger," he told her.

Jill laughed.

"He is not," she said, "he's a fucker. And he wanted to know how to fuck real groovy, so he had to get a copy of the movie made and we've done all the stuff they did in the movie from simple blow jobs and eating pussy to sixty-nine."

"Sounds sexy," he told her, "now start giving me a good head job."

Jill's mouth opened and she slowly eased the head of his penis into it. Now she was licking over the crown of it.

"Oh do it for me," he told her, "come on, do it."

It was a delicate operation and he was getting more stimulated every moment.

"Come on, baby," he gasped excitedly, "let's get cracking."

The pleasure was building every second now, as she slowly did her thing. The tongue licked, and the teeth nibbled. Instantly Bill could recognize that she was good at it. He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair as he watched her sliding back and forth on his saliva slickened cock.

"Jiggle the balls a little," he insisted, "come on, baby, do the balls for me."

Reaching under him, she cupped the balls in her hand, and she began jiggling them effectively.

"Oh yes," he told her, "that's what I like. Come on."

Doing a good job with the ball massage, she continued.

"Oh wow!" he panted. "That is too much. Keep it going, baby, keep it going."

Now he was getting closer and closer to climax.

Jill could tell he was and she slowed down the pace of her love action.

"Eat me," he panted, "eat me."

He was getting too loud so Jill pulled her mouth off his cock.

"Be quiet!" she told him. "Daddy might hear us. I don't think he's passed out yet."

"Too bad," he said, "and what about your little brother?"

"Oh you don't have to worry about him none," she said, "he takes grass before he goes to bed."

"You mean he smokes grass?"

"What do you usually do with grass?" she said. "I think that's logical, isn't it?"

"He's too young to be smoking grass," Bill told her.

"Don't worry about my brother's morals," she said. "Charley can take care of himself. So hurry up and feed me that cock, if you please."

Gripping her head, he laughed.

"You're quite a gal," he said. "I'll have to say that for you. You're quite a gal."

He slid his penis into her mouth and she was ready for it now. With hard regular thrusts he began sliding it down her throat. She loved it and he gripped her head and guided himself farther and farther down her throat.

"Take that, baby," he gasped, "and that and that, oh yes, baby, yes, do it!"

The farther he thrust his cock into her, the more excited he became.

"Oh yes, yes baby," he gasped eagerly, "now you're doing it, oh, I love that."

She was enjoying'it and her cheeks sucked in as she swallowed his gigantic male member. With his hands firmly gripped on her head he was guiding it into her farther and farther.

"That's the way I like it," he gasped eagerly, "yes baby, yes, now you're doing it, keep going."

Harder and hotter and faster he continued pumping his meat into her mouth, and she was accepting every inch of it gladly.

"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "I'm juicing."

The thick, creamy white sperm flash flooded her mouth. She gulped but some of it dripped out of the corners of her lips.

"Get it all, baby," he said, "don't lose a drop."

She finished giving him what he wanted, and then slowly slipped her mouth off his male member.

"Now baby," he smiled eagerly, "I'm going to get to eat your pretty pussy."

She went over to the bed and suggested, "Why don't I get on all fours and you get underneath me and I can feed it to you?"

He wasted no time in getting down on Jill. As she spread her legs for him, he grabbed at her pussy. He loved being beneath her.

"Oh that's it," she urged him on, "that's what I like. Oh yes, do me. Now!"

She continued giving him the sensations that he wanted. And every moment that he continued lapping at her mound, she got more excited.

"Eat it," Jill cried, "eat it, yes, that's what I want. Eat my pussy."

As he continued lashing away at the tongue, he reached up and began massaging her breasts. She loved the feeling of his hands on her breasts.

"Hmmmm," she responded, as he went to town even faster.

The sudden taste of her juices gushing thrilled him. She wanted now more than anything else to scream out a string of dirty words, but yet she knew she didn't dare. Her brother was in the other room and her father might hear. So she had to be careful. His fingers were working at her breasts and this was driving her crazy. As his fingers played with her itching breasts, she moved against him in a rhythmic, copulatory motion. The motion was pagan, urgent and primitive.

"Eat that fiery pussy," she whispered, "eat it."

No force on earth could stop her now in her headlong rush toward climax. Something was calling to her from deep within her own body so demandingly. She knew that no matter what she would get her sexual satisfaction. Her pussy screamed out for relief. Groans of sexual delirium issued from deep in her throat.

"Oh," she moaned excitedly, as his hot tongue and teeth and lips worked closer than ever before to bring her to a scorching climax.

He knew that she was on the ragged edge of her first climax with him, and he didn't want to have her go right away. He began using his hands now on her buttocks as his mouth guided her closer and closer to climax.

"Oh, eat that," she panted, "eat it. Oh yes!"

She was quaking now as she felt his stiffening tongue stabbing away.

"Oh yes," she gasped, "keep that going. Yes, baby, yes, oh, all the way!"

He could hardly breathe as she had her mound covering his nose.

"Eat it, baby," she gasped, "eat my pussy, eat it, lick it, love it!"

Jill was going out of her mind as young Bill continued grabbing her asscheeks and massaging them roughly while his tongue teased her clitoris.

Suddenly she shoved forward and groaned. Waves of sexual ecstasy surged over her body as she juiced in his face.

"I'm cumming," she informed him. "I'm cumming.

Lick it. Lash it, love it, eat my juicy pussy."

He fastened his hands tightly now as he held her pussy in place. Licking the velvety vagina walls, he finished her off. He didn't pull away from her sticky mound until he had finished getting all the juice. Then withdrawing, she pulled off.

"Oh baby," she sighed. "What a good job that was. You sure know how to make love."

She lay beside him and as the two of them lay there in the moonlight, she asked him confidentially, "Am I as good as that older woman that you're making it with?"

He tapped her on her pussy and assured her, "You bet you are. For the first time in my life I'm happy."

"Oh that's wonderful, Bill," she said, "I'm so glad that I can bring you this kind of happiness."

Jill was eager to drag more information out of him about who he was making it with.

"Is it anybody I know?" she asked.

"It's nobody you know," he assured her.

"Come on," she begged, "why don't you tell me?"

"I can't," he said.

He was toying with her now, as this was getting her all the more excited.

"You know, baby," she said, "if you want to give me a regular fuck I'd love it. Why don't you slip that great big cock of yours into my pussy? I'd like it."

He decided that he would. As he straddled her, he looked down at her beautiful breasts. Before he slid his rod into her, he massaged her breasts with his hands.

"That's it, baby," she said, "tease me."

He brushed the head of his penis over her fur trimmed triangle. It made her tingle to feel him doing it. He could hardly wait until he stabbed it in there.

"Come on baby," he told her, "let's do it."

It didn't take him very long until he stabbed forward. As the rock hard cock slid in there she gripped it tightly with her vagina muscles. As she clenched his cock, he couldn't help but marvel, as an incredible feeling was surging through him.

"Oh yes, baby, yes," he panted, "that's fantastic."

"You like it?" she smiled.

"You bet your ass I do," he grinned.

She looked up and informed him, "That's snapping my pussy. I learned that from my older sister."

"She's quite a fucker, isn't she?" he chuckled.

"Yes baby," she said, "she sure is."

The pleasure was building more every moment. He could hardly stand it now as it continued.

"Oh baby," he panted, "fuck, baby, fuck it."

She pushed her pelvis forward as he continued stabbing in there.

"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Keep going."

In rapid fire thrusts, they continued.

"Yes, baby, yes," he gasped, "keep that up. That's what I want."

Soon their bodies were wrapped around each other and they were rolling around on the bed. Then she was on top.

"I want to be on top of you," she said. "I like it this way."

Apparently she did for she gripped him tightly in her vagina.

"Oh yes," he panted, "that's beautiful. Keep it up."

Harder and hotter and faster he continued. Straddling him, Jill grasped his chest with her hands as she fucked vigorously.

"Fuck it," she said. "Fuck, come on, fuck."

The pleasure-increased every moment.

"That's it," he gasped. "Keep doing it. Faster, baby."

He looked up and gripped her breasts and massaged them.

"Oh, keep that up," he begged. "Yes, baby, yes, that's it, keep it up."

The pleasure was increasing every moment now as they continued this wild screwing action.

"Fuck it, baby," he begged, "fuck, fuck it."

The pleasure was building now to the point where he could hardly stand it.

"Give it to me," he gasped eagerly, "give it to me, that's it, baby, fuck, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck."

The sensations which were surging through them both now had them trembling.

"Keep it going," he panted. "Fuck faster, baby."

She ground her hips around as he gripped her ass to keep her in place.

"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Yes, baby, keep that ass moving."

He gripped her ass tightly now as he wanted to make his stabbing movements without her wiggling bottom.

"Yes, yes," he groaned in delight, as he continued.

His fever pitched fucking climaxed as his cock exploded.

"I'm cumming," he gasped, "I'm cumming. Yes baby, yes!"

The juice exploded in her pussy and she found herself climaxing too. As she juiced, he slid in smoothly.

"That's the way I like it," he said, "yes, baby, yes."

They continued this for a few moments. At this point they were both wet with sweat.

"Oh sweetheart," he smiled at her, "that was a super fuck."

"It was, wasn't it baby?" she smiled.

The pleasure that they had enjoyed together was enormous. Nevertheless, he was fearful as was she that her father might come up.

"Do you think your Dad is still sleeping?" he asked.

"Well I hope so," she told him. "I'd hate to think he was listening."

"I know what you mean," he said.

She got off him and tiptoed to the door.

"The coast is clear," she said. "Now you'd better get dressed and get out of here fast."

He got dressed quickly and then she told him, "Take off your shoes. You can be much quieter without your shoes on."

"That's the truth," he agreed.

Without his shoes he moved silently down the hall, down the back step and out the door. Then once outside he put his shoes on and hurried toward home.

When he finally did get back to his home, his mother was waiting for him.

"Well, well," she said, "where have you been?"

"What's it to you?" he demanded, as he went to his bedroom.

"It means a lot to me," she said flatly. "I don't like the idea of you coming in at this hour."

"You're not worried about me," he told her, "you're worried about yourself. You can't fool me none."

As he spoke to her, he realized she was getting angrier by the moment. He figured that it would be best if he went to his room and slammed the door in her face.

"Come back here and talk to me," Margaret insisted.

"Sorry. Mom," he said, "I'm going to bed."

He hurried up to his room, slamming the door behind him. His mother was so angry now that she paced the floor back and forth. She was trying her best to think of what she could tell her son, but it was very difficult to find the words that would express what she felt.

Just then her husband came in.

"How's everything, honey?" he grinned. "Oh just fine," she said. "How are you, dear?" "Oh, kind of tired," he said. "Had a hard day at the office."

"Which office?" she asked. "Your actual office or the bar called your office?"

"That is a good question," he snapped, "and I will just let you guess."

"I don't appreciate you teasing me," she said. "I have problems enough."

"What kind of problems?" he asked.

"Your son," she said, "is philandering, I believe."

"You mean he's found some dame he's making it with?" he asked bluntly.

"If you must be crude about it, yes."

"Well, good for him," he laughed. "A chip off the old block."

That did it. Margaret was so angry she could have slugged him. However, she knew she couldn't do a thing. If she reacted too strongly, she would be giving herself away.