Chapter 5
Two days later it was as if his father had never lived in the place, for everything that belonged to him was removed. Now Margaret felt she had the situation well in hand. She even wondered about the necessity of moving to New Orleans. She figured that she could control everything now that the father was gone. But there was one thing that she had never considered and that was what would happen if her young son turned on with some girl at school and when a new girl showed up with honey blonde hair and baby blue eyes, young Bill noticed her instantly.
"Hi Nancy," he smiled at the smooth skinned blonde girl.
"Hi Bill," she said. "I'm new here, I sure like it, too."
"Well I sure like having you here," he told her. "You're a pleasant addition."
"Well thank you," she said. "There's nothing like feeling welcome."
"Well you sure are welcome," he smiled.
"What do you do around here for fun?" she said.
"Lots of things," he said suggestively.
"Like what?" she said.
"Too many to tell you," he chuckled.
He was getting hotter every moment, and he was eager for action.
"Baby," he smiled at her, "you know what I'd like to do to you?"
"Well judging from the way you're looking at me, honey," she said, "I have a pretty good idea."
"What?" he said boldly.
"You want to kiss me, don't you?" Nancy grinned.
"How'd you know?" he said, as his heart sank.
"Nancy," he said, "where do you come from?"
"Oh a little town in the mid-west," she said. "You probaby never heard of it. Athens."
"Athens?" he exclaimed. "That's in Greece."
"It's in Michigan," she said. "I thought everybody knew that."
"Well I never heard of it before," he said, "sorry."
"Well that's nice," she said, "you never heard of Athens. Well I think that you aren't very well informed in your geography."
"I may not know too much about geography," he admitted, "but I know a lot about other things."
His eyes were taking her all in.
"I don't know whether I should talk to you anymore," Nancy said.
"Why not?" he asked eagerly.
"Because from the way that you look at me I think you have designs on my body."
"Designs on your body," he said, "whatever made you think that?"
"Oh it's real easy to tell when a guy is turned on with me," she said. "His eyes are on my bosoms."
He shrugged casually and admitted, "Well it's so pretty you have to give them a glance anyway."
"Alright," she said, "I guess I'll accept that."
He was anxious to ask Nancy for a date and he wondered if he should.
"Nancy," he said, "how would you like to go to the movies with mef
"As long as we don't go to the drive-in movie," she said.
"That's the kind I wanted to take you to," he said.
"That's what I figured," she said, "all the boys want to take me to the pictures and make out."
"Well that wasn't the reason that I wanted to take you to the drive-in," he insisted. "I thought we could go and have some fun."
As they continued walking down the tree-lined street, Nancy began thinking about what he was saying. It would be fun to go to a show with me as long as he could keep his hands on his side.of the car.
"I want to ask you," she said, "if you think you could watch where you keep your hands."
"Of course I could," he said. "I would keep them on my side, don't you worry about that."
"Well I have to worry about it," she said, "that's the disadvantage of being a sexy, beautiful girl like I am."
He was beginning to wonder whether he liked her or not. All of these compliments directed toward herself were bugging him.
"You have a good opinion of yourself, don't you baby?" he smiled at her.
"Well why not?" she laughed. "If you don't think anything of yourself, surely no one else will."
"That's the truth," he admitted.
They parted with plans for the weekend, but he knew that he dare not disclose his plan to his mother, for she might try to put a wet damper on anything he wanted to do.
"Honey," she smiled. "I was thinking about
Saturday night. I was thinking where we might go, and I think if we went to a nice restaurant and had dinner we could come back home and have sex."
"Well you've got another thing coming," he blurted angrily, to think that she would go that far. "I've got a date."
"A what?" she gulped, not thinking she heard him right the first time.
"I lucked out," he smiled. "I got a date with the cutest blonde chick that ever came to our school. She's about five foot two with eyes of blue and beautiful bosoms and legs like you've never seen."
"Well it shows where your mind is," she said.
"Knock it off, Mom," he said angrily. "You don't have a padlock on me. I'm a free man."
"Of course you are," she said. "Free to hurt me all you want."
"I'm not hurting you," he said. "You have a way to make a date sound sinister. Well there's no reason why it should."
He went upstairs to his room and left her alone with her thoughts. Her mind was troubled now and she didn't know what to do to quiet it. Going into the kitchen, she helped herself to a bottle of booze that was handy. As she drank she reflected on the predicament that she was in. She hadn't planned that it would go on like this when she started. Her first effort was just to help him. However, as time progressed she fell madly, passionately in love.
The sticky cream from his cock ignited her imagination as she contemplated having it again. It was as if his penis represented the fountain of youth, and when she was balling him and got his juice, she was young again. She wished someone could talk to her about it, yet she was afraid. If only someone could understand.
She thought of her sister a moment or two. Eleanor. Eleanor would listen and help her. Then everything might be different. She went to the phone in the kitchen and called her up.
"Hi Elly," she said sadly, "how are you?"
"You're drinking again, aren't you?" Elly asked her.
"No, I laid off it. I had a little nip, but that's all."
"I told you the last time I didn't care to hear your problems," Elly said.
"Well that's what they told Marilyn Monroe," she said, "they said they didn't want to hear her problems. And you know what happened to her."
"Who knows what happened to her?" Elly said. "And quit comparing yourself to a movie star to elicit my sympathy. I have sympathy for myself, and my own problems and I don't have any left over for you. Sorry, honey."
She hung up and that was that. There was one more person that she could call. She hated to call her as she was forever borrowing money from her. Cleo, the dope addict. She had met Cleo in college and Cleo had gone from bad to worse. She married rich, and that started her on her dope trail. She had nothing to spend her money on, but booze. Time hung heavy in her life, and she took to pills and the dope scene. Nevertheless she thought she'd call her, even though she'd hit her for a loan, she knew she didn't need the money, she just liked to borrow money.
She dialed her number and got her right away.
"Hi Cleo," she began.
"Imagine, I haven't heard from you in ages," she said.
"It has been a long time, hasn't it, dear ?" she said. "I've been so busy I guess you haven't heard about Glen and me."
"Yes, I did," she said. "I heard there was another woman or something, that he didn't think you were attractive, or worth anything in bed."
"Oh those wicked women," she said, "how they talk at that bridge club. Last week I was there, I. noticed how two-faced some of the women were. No doubt the minute I walked out of the place, they were talking about my impending divorce."
"Oh you know women," she said, "I'm sorry honey, but I have something I have to get to. Would you excuse me if I hung up?"
"Yes," she said.
She hung up and realized she was indeed alone. What made it all the more terrifying to her was that she knew her son was trying to get away from her at every opportunity. She decided to walk into his room and see if she could rouse him.
"What do you want, Mom?" he demanded, as she walked into his room.
"I thought I'd give you a little rub-down," she suggested.
"Thanks but no thanks," he told her.
"Why dear," she said, "you wouldn't want to turn down one of my rub-downs, would you?"
She had a bottle of rubbing alcohol in one hand and a bottle of oil in the other.
"Why are you so crazy to give me a rub-down?" he asked.
"Because," she said, "it would relax your muscles."
"I didn't know my muscles were tense," he said.
"Now don't be ridiculous," she said, "let Mother give you a little rub-down."
Before he could speak, she had the bed clothes pulled back. Then she was putting oil into the palm of her hand, and soon she was briskly rubbing her hands over his back. -
"Oh doesn't that feel good?" she exclaimed eagerly. "Sure it does, honey."
As she rubbed the oil up and down his back, he did begin to relax, but she decided she'd use as her focal point, his buttocks. If she could excite him there, she could ignite him any way she wanted to. Her fingertips massaged him carefully.
"Oh that does feel great," he said enthusiastically. "Yes, Mom, I like that."
As she toyed with his asscheeks, her fingers worked around his prostate gland.
"Keep that up," she told him. "Yes, wiggle your ass for Mamma."
His buttocks wiggled about, as the fingertips played with it. At the same time, she was loosening her blouse.
"Why don't you get in bed with me, Mom ?" he suggested.
"That's what I had in mind, son," she smiled.
He turned around to watch her now while she was slipping out of her clothes. He always liked to watch her strip. He noticed she was wearing a half-cup bra and commented on it.
"Is that a new kind of bra that you've got, Mom?" he smiled.
"Yes," she said, "and isn't it sexy? It's a half-cup bra. I always like this kind."
"Well it looks great on you," he said.
When her bosoms were released from the half-cup bra, she got to her feet, and then unfastening her skirt she let it fall to the floor. Now she was in bikini panties. Her son could see moisture on the material..
"Mom, you're dripping," he smiled.
"Am I?" she said, reaching under her panties.
She fingered herself a moment or two to get him excited.
"So take them off," he said eagerly.
"Sure honey," she said.
When she had finished that, she decided to pour oil all over herself.
"Now what are you doing?" Bill asked her.
"I'm applying oil," she said. "It will make my body glisten."
She poured the oil on carefully and soon her entire body was glistening.
"Oh wow!" he smiled. "Do you ever look beautiful."
"Not bad," she grinned. "Well honey, how about it?"
"How about what, Mom?" he smiled.
"You just lie on your stomach, lover," she said, "and I'll roll my body all around your naked body."
She straddled him, and then she lowered her bosoms over his buttocks.
"Arch your ass up to meet me," she asked eagerly.
The boy arched his buttocks upward and she bent down. Now it was an exciting collision. Her soft breast crushing on his firm round ass.
"Oh wow!" she gasped excitedly. "That's fantastic."
He was delighted and excited and so was she.
"Oh does that ever feel good," she said enthusiastically. "That's what I nke."
Flaying with her this way he got very turned on.
"Oh rub your big bosoms all over my ass," he said, "With that oil on, Mom, it feels fantastic."
She reached up to stroke his back with her hands and massaged him as she worked her bosoms irico his buttocks.
"Oh Mom," he said, "this feels fantastic. Put your hand under my cock."
She reached under him with one hand. She felt of his enormous male organ. She loved the ex- citement of his rock hard cock as it pressed against the palm of her hand.
"Oh sweetheart," she said, "we don't dare do this for long. I don't want you to go off in my hand. I want to eat you."
"Good, Mom," he said. "I want you to do that too."
He was really getting turned on now, as he turned over.
She gripped his hot thighs and begged him to press his hot thighs against her cheeks as she gripped his penis in one hand. Closing in on her, he put another pillow under his head and watched.
"Eat my cock," he begged.
She let her tongue whip over the head of it quickly.
"Oh Mom," he told her, "I can't take much of that. You'd better put your mouth over it. Come on.
She slid her mouth over the head of it and then moving it around quickly, she got him there.
"Eat that cock," he cried enthusiastically, "eat it. Come on, Mom, do me."
The pleasure was building every second. He loved the sensation that she was creating.
"Oh wow!" he panted, as he thrust forward. Now her hot hands were grasping his ass-cheeks. She was massaging him, and with the oil on her hands and the oil on his asscheeks, he felt a slippery excitement.
"Come on, I'm going to give you a load," he begged. "Faster. Faster. All the way. Let me ram it down your throat."
With a driving hard thrust he rode his penis down her throat. She loved the sensation as it rubbed against her throat.
"Oh," he groaned excitedly, "I can't stand it. This is too much. Oh Mom, gobble my cock."
She opened her eyes to watch him as he thrust it forward. She loved the sight of his curly pubic hairs. She was thrilled with his enormous shaft. She was glad at last she could get sex, the way her husband couldn't give it to her.
"Now you're doing it," he enthused. "Keep that up. Oh yes, keep it up."
The sensations continued, until she juiced in his face.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "Gobble my cock."
The hot cream spurted into her mouth. Eagerly she gobbled his juice.
"Ahhhh," he groaned in ecstasy. "That's what f wanted. Eat it!"
The sticky sperm was a taste treat for her. She gladly gobbled every drop of it.
"That's what I wanted," he gasped eagerly. "Yes, that's the way I wanted it."
She bent over as far as she could and worked her mouth farther down over his shaft. Now she was jiggling his balls as if she was trying to pump more juice out of his penis.
"Yes," he panted, "keep that up. That's what I want, yes baby, yes."
The sensational excitement that had been generated was forcing him to want more action. Even though she flipped off his cock, she could tell from his swelling balls and the size of his cock that wouldn't go down that he required still more action.
"What should I do now?" she smiled.
"Why don't you ride me?" he suggested.
"What's that, dear?" she asked. "I don't know, is that something new?"
"Well I saw it in a dirty picture that a "kid at school showed me," he told her.
"You shouldn't be looking at those pictures," she complained.
"Knock it off, Mom," he said, "and climb on my cock. Why don't you straddle me, facing the opposite direction, and then you can watch in the mirror."
"Alright," she agreed. "Ride a good cock to orgasm town."
Sex had become a game to the two of them. All inhibitions were lost. They had only one thing in mind, how to obtain the most erotic gratification.
"Oh Mom," he gasped excitedly, as he felt her sliding her pussy down over his shaft.
"Hang in there, honey," she said, "let's see if you're good for the second round."
As she ground her hips around, he grabbed her asscheeks."
"Oh, the view from here is tremendous," he said. "You sure have a nice ass. Twist it, honey."
She twisted it for her son, and he got her so stimulated he was afraid he would juice right way. However, he didn't want to. He wanted to make it last. That was the trouble with the first piece of ass, he moved too quickly.
"Fuck it," he demanded, "fuck. Yes, Mom, fuck, baby, fuck."
Now she was giving him what he wanted. She was twisting her ass this way and that, taking his big cock with her.
"How about this, son?" she smiled, as she winked back at him.
"You've got the hang of it, Mom," he said, "now you're doing it. Oh yes, I like that."
Harder and hotter and faster he fucked her. The pleasure was building now.
"Fuck it!" he gasped excitedly. "Fuck, come on, baby, fuck!"
He sat up and grabbed her breasts.
"Oh I like it when your hot hands are on my big breasts, baby."
With his hands massaging her bosoms, he began pinching the nipples. When he could see this turned her on, he did it faster.
"Yes, Mom," he begged her, "keep that up. Keep your ass twisting."
Every second he became more intensely excited.
"Fuck it!" he begged. "Fuck, Mom. Faster, that's how I want it. Don't stop. Keep your tail twisting."
She was moving her hips faster now and the pleasure built every moment.
"Oh yes," she groaned in delight, "that's what Mamma wants. She wants a good fuck. Fuck baby, fuck."
He kept it up until she felt him beginning to stab in the last throes of fucking.
"Slow down baby," she advised him, "don't get your gun off too quick."
"I can't help it, Mom," he told her. "I get so turned on when I'm balling you I want to juice all the time."
"I know baby," she said, "but play it cool."
He slowed down and massaged her bosoms excitedly.
"I can't stand it," he gasped finally, "I'm cum- ing."
The penis exploded within her, and as the hot juices shot out of his cock, she came too.
"I'm cumming," she cried delightedly, "I'm cum-ing. Oh baby, isn't this beautiful, we can shout as loud as we want to, because your father isn't anywhere around."
Meantime, Glen, the father, was definitely concerned. He had an appointment with a lawyer friend a day later and the lawyer suggested quietly, "Why do you think she is asking for a divorce?"
"I guess it's because I drink too much," he said, "that's it."
"I don't believe that's the reason for a moment," the attorney said. "She has been putting up with your drinking all these years. Why is it now she's making such a big fuss?"
"You know I never thought about that," he said. "But the two of them just seem to gang up on me."
"Two of who ganged up on you?" the attorney asked eagerly.
"My wife and my son," he admitted.
"Your wife and your son?" the attorney's voice boomed, "that's incredible."
"Oh, come off it," Glen told him, "don't suggest that my kid is fucking my old lady."
Stranger things have been known to happen," the attorney said, "and when you are contemplating a divorce, you must leave no stone unturned to uncover something on her. In other words, you've got to get the goods on her."
"Now if you are inferring that my son is a motherfucker," he said, "I'm going to get mad."
"Save your anger," the attorney smiled, "and face facts. You are getting the short end of the stick. Your wife has something in mind and if you can figure out why she suddenly demands a divorce then you will be lucky."
"Yes," he said, "I would be lucky. But don't try to link my wife and my son. That is filthy. That's something to make one of those Hollywood movies about."
"Well if there was anything to it," he said, "you could always sell it to the movies. They are looking for the dirtiest things that they can find."
"Isn't that true," he chuckled. "Did you see that one about this dame who loves another dame. And she gets, involved in a triangle. When her lover wants to marry the dame she wants to kill her boyfriend. It's really sick. What's the world coming to?"
"I don't know," he admitted, "it's a pretty sick world."
"Now that's true," he said, "no wonder a guy is driven to drink. We have a lot of pleasant thoughts to think of. The operation overkill is a very pleasant thought. Do you know we have enough bombs in our arsenal to kill everybody a hundred times over?"
"Now why do we need that many?" the lawyer said. "Wouldn't fifty times be enough?"
"Not for the munitions makers and the bomb makers and all the other war birds."
"It does make you think, doesn't it," he said.
"That's exactly what I've been trying to tell you," he insisted. "Just think about the possibilities of what your wife might be involved with, if she has a lover, find out. If the lover should happen to be your own son, don't get too uptight."
"But don't worry," he assured him, "that will not be the case."
"And don't you be so sure," the attorney smiled.
When Glen walked out of the attorney's office, he couldn't help wonder who his wife was making out with. He was sure she had found someone, because she had been making cracks about his virility. That led him to believe that she must have someone she was having sex with who was giving her more action than he could.
Meantime, his son was more concerned with his date with Nancy than with anything else. He could hardly wait for the weekend to come. But he needed a car. He decided to ask a buddy of his to borrow his car. He went over to Allan's house who lived two doors down the street and ask him if he could borrow his car for a Saturday night date.
"Now you're asking me an awful lot," Allan said. "If you got in trouble with my car, my old man would kill me."
"Your old man isn't going to find out," he told him.
"My old man is onto everything," he said. "He would kill me if he knew I was giving you the keys to my car."
"Well I've got a driver's license," he told him, trying to allay his fears.
"That's not enough," he said.
"What do you want, blood?" he asked him.
"No, I don't want your blood," he said, "but I want to know what you want to use the car for. Are you a dope runner or something?"
"No," he said, "I don't dig that trip. I don't even smoke grass like all the other kids do."
"Well what do you want it for?" he insisted on knowing.
"If you must know," he said, "I got a date with Nancy."
"That cute little blonde chick with the gorgeous body?" Allan asked eagerly.
"That's the one," he said. "Now that you've pumped me, I suppose you'll be getting that information all over school."
"No I don't want to tell anybody about that," he said, "I want to save that cute little pussy for you and me."
"How do you mean you and me?" he shot back quickly.
"Share and share alike," Allan smiled eagerly. "Of course I would be glad to loan you my car. We're buddies, right?"
Bill looked at him grimly.
"You're a sonofabitch," he said.
"Sure I am," he said. "But I've got the car, and you aren't going to have a pussy unless you've got a car."
"So that means I've got to pimp for you," he said, "and I'm not about to do it. She's-from a little town in the mid-west. I don't even think she gives out."
"What do you mean?" Allan asked. "They fuck back there, don't they?"
"Sure they fuck back there," he said, "but I don't think they do all the wild things that we do."
"Well it's about time she learned what lif is all about," he said, "and yeu and I can te ich her."
"She's never going to go for a double date," he said.
"No, I suppose she won't," he said. "But I'll tell you what. You break her in right, and then she'll be ready for me."
"You've got a dirty mind," he said, "you really have."
"I guess I have," he admitted, "but I'm not going to let you take me."
"I'm not trying to take you," Bill insisted, "but I don't want to share her with you."
"You're too young to get anybody pregnant," he said. "You just want to have some fun. You don't want a steady girl. So let her live and you live a little too."
Realizing the position that he was in, he decided at first to go. But as he walked through the door, his buddy went over to him.
"Now look," he said, "if you refuse my offer now, you can't come back to me."
"What makes you think I'd want to?" he asked.
"Because you want her bad," he said. "I can see that."
"Sure I do," he admitted, "but not bad enough to be taken by you."
"Bitchin!" he said. "We understand each other. Alright, buddy, good fuck."
"Go fuck yourself," he told him.
However, as Bill thought about it a little more, he decided he should not walk out on Allan. If Allan meant what he said, he might lose a chance to have Nancy at all. It might be better to share her than lose her. Turning around, he nodded.
"You win," he said, "and I'm sorry you do."
"You're being reasonable, and I'm happy for you and Nancy and me."
"Only I get my first whack at her," he told him, "you come along a lot later."
"What makes you so sure you're going to score, buddy boy?" he asked.
"Just because I know I'm a gcod stud," he said.
"If you don't mind my saying so," he chuckled, "you've got a big ego."
"And a big cock to go with it," he said proudly.
"You must be getting a lot of ass lately," he said, "who are you shacking up with?"
"None of your balls business," he said.
"It's always my business to find out if good pussy is being passed around," he informed him.
"Well," he told him, "forget about it."
"No," Allan insisted, "I'm curious."
"Well I'm not telling you," he said.
"Would you like to see some pictures I've got of gorgeous dames?" he smiled.
"Sure I would," he agreed.
Coming over to him, he saw three or four colorful pictures. One showed a woman sitting on a kitchen table. A honey container was beside her pussy and it appeared honey was dripping from her mound. The man's face was even with her pussy, and his tongue was halfway in.
"I'd like to eat that honey, wouldn't you?" Allen grinned excitedly.
"That's an idea," he said, "put honey in it."
"Now look at this one," he smiled.
The next picture showed a woman's behind up in the air and the man was stabbing it to her.
"What is he doing?" he asked. "Is he giving her an ass fuck?"
"No," he told him, "he is sliding it to her pussy from a backward angle. You get the cock in farther that way."
"And wow, look at that!" he smiled, as he saw a picture of a couple going to town on each other.
The man had his face over the woman's mound, and the woman was grasping the man's penis.
"Look at them go," he said. "That is what I call a wild fuck."
Both boys were looking at the picture in amaze- ment.
"Did you ever have a chick like this?" Allan asked.
"No, I never have," he admitted.
"Well you ought to try it sometime," he said. "Sixty-nine is the best position."
"It looks like a lot of fun," he admitted.
In his mind's eye he could see himself with the gorgeous blonde Nancy. He could see his face over her mound. He could feel his tongue sliding in the vagina, while at the same time she was grabbing his cock and licking it.
"I'm so glad that kids today can have fun with their bodies," Allan told him bluntly. "Back in our parents' time they didn't have much fun."
"Oh, that's what you think," he told him. "They were fucking back then just the same way. They just didn't talk about it."
"I don't think so," Allan said. "I really don't. I asked my mother if she knew what sixty-nine was and she didn't. I asked my Dad and he said he didn't know either."
"They just didn't want to talk about it," Bill told him.
He was silent for a moment as he thought of how different his Mom was. He couldn't help wonder if she wasn't oversexed or a nymphomaniac or something. Apparently she loved sex and had for a long time. Or perhaps she hadn't gotten enough, as she claimed. His mind seesawed back and forth as he tried to figure out what her actual situation was.
"Have you ever had a girl go down on you?" Allan asked him.
"Sure I have," he said.
"It really is fantastic," he said. "I have a nice chick at school who did me. She was fantastic. I got her to eat my ass too."
"Eat your ass?" he asked. "I've heard of chicks doing it but I've never had one doing it."
"Well it's a wild sensation," he said. "It really is."
"I bet it is," he assured him.
The longer he thought about it, the hotter he became for some sex.
"How do they do that?" he asked.
"Oh you just throw your legs up in the air, and some dame gets down there and does it."
"Don't they hate to do it?" he asked.
"No," Allan assured him, "they wouldn't do it if they didn't love to. They just slip their tongue in there."
"Wow!" he thought to himself. "That sure would be interesting."
Now he put down the pictures and looked at his buddy.
"Well-in catch you later, buddy," he said. "It was a lot of fun talking to you about what we're going to do."
"I hope they've got a good movie this weekend," Allan said. "One of those war pictures. That always makes the girls come over closer to you automatically."
"Well I think that's what they're showing," he said. "Anyway, w iatever they're showing, I'm going to have her ai d she's going to have me. I know that."
"Right in there, tiger," he congratulated him. "That is the attitude. If you hesitate, you are lost"
"I found that out when I first started fucking," Bill informed him.
The two boys parted and they were set for Saturday night.
"Where have you been tonight?" his mother demanded.
"None of your business," he said.
"That's a fine way to talk to your Mom," she said. "No respect at all."
"Do you think you deserve much respect, Mom?" he demanded.
"Just because we've had sex, son, doesn't mean that you have a right to talk to me any way you want to."