Chapter 7
The next day Margaret knew she was the loser. She could see by her son's attitude that he wasn't interested in having sex with her anymore, and it bothered her no end. As she cooked breakfast for him, he came into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Mom," he smiled at her, as if nothing had happened the previous night.
"Good morning, dear," she said.
There was very little that she could say to her son, as she observed that he was being tremendously cool to her and not revealing anything about the previous night. She felt she would have to pump him if she was going to get any information about what happened.
"What happened last night?" she finally asked, when she served him his scrambled eggs and toast.
"Look," she said angrily, "I don't think it's very nice of you not to tell me. After all, you can confide in your own mother."
He looked up at her and said, "You're not like other mothers. You have been a lover."
"Of course I love you," she said, "and I want what is in your best interest. Did you have sex with this Nancy girl?"
"I told you I'm not going to talk about it," he insisted.
When he had finished breakfast, he walked into the other room. She followed after him and she made life difficult for him until he said, "Alright, Mom, some time we'll have a fuck."
"What about this morning?" she said. "I'm awfully nervous after last night. You know, dear, once a woman gets used to love she feels uptight when she isn't being loved."
"Well that is your problem," he insisted.
"Please dear," she said as she came over to him and wrapped her arms around him.
Just then his father walked in.
"I've told you enough," she said, going over to him.
"Nice and cozy you two," he said, "maybe I understand why I was kicked out."
"What are you trying to say, Dad?" he instantly sprung to her defense.
"Well you two always seem to be close when I come around," he said, "and I've been shoved out of my own house. Maybe my son is back of this."
"I don't read you," Dad," he said angrily. "You've got a helluva lot of nerve to talk to me that way."
"Look son," he said, "I'm a desperate man. "Your mother is taking me to court to clean me out. But I'm not going to let her do it. We're going to have a helluva fight."
"Then you can fight it out in court," Bill told him angrily, "but don't you come around here trying to infer bad things between Mom and me."
"I'm suggesting a possibility," he said, "it would be pretty sickening and pretty sticky, wouldn't it?"
"You bet your sweet ass it would," Margaret told her husband.
"Don't talk that way around the kid," he said.
"I'll talk around him any way I want to," she said. "He wasn't born yesterday. He knows the score. He knows you're an old booze hound who runs around with cheap tramps."
"Watch your words, Margaret," he said angrily.
In a moment he was standing in front of her glaring at her. At the same instant Bill sprung into action.
"Get out of this house, Dad," he said. "If you don't want a restraining order brought against you, get out."
"I know when I'm not welcome," he said, "and
I'm leaving."
Hanging around, he sensed that there was something going on between his son and his wife and the reality hit him between his eyes at this moment. It was more torturous than anything that his son could say.
"Good riddance, Dad," Bill called after him. He went down the sidewalk and didn't look back. He was feeling sick now and he didn't know what he could do about it. When he was back in the house, Bill looked at his mother. "He is a monster, isn't he?" he said. "He certainly is," she said. "Let's put that double bolt on the door and go upstairs and have a fuck."
"How can you still think of sex?" he asked. "It's a good way to escape, baby," she said. "Maybe if you had something to drink you could do it easy with me."
"You're going to get it one way or another, aren't you, Mom?" he said nervously. "Please, baby," she begged him. As he looked into his mother's eyes and saw the hurt, the disappointment, the confusion and frustration, he suddenly felt sorry for her, and as the waves of sympathy rolled over him he found himself becoming hard. Bill was amazed to.find his own emotions working this way. Little did he realize how closely sympathy is linked to love.
"Alright, Mom," he said, "maybe a drink would be good for both of us. But we've got to make sure that door is locked. We'll go upstairs and have ourselves a good time."
"Good baby," she smiled.
With the double bolt on the door, and a bottle in her hand, she went upstairs to follow her son to the guest bedroom. Already he had his clothes off, lying in the middle of the bed with the sheet pulled back.
"You've got a hard on already, have you?" she said. "What would you do without your Mamma to take care of you?"
"I would do it a lot less," he said. "Keeping up with your nymphomaniac tendencies makes me fuck all the time."
"Well it's good for you, darling," she said. "You want it straight or with seven?"
"I'll take mine straight," he said. "I need a strong one."
"Frankly so do I," she said. "I'll take a straight one too."
She poured them both a straight shot of bourbon, then she handed him his and he took it. However, when he discovered the bitter taste of the raw bourbon, scorching his throat, he wondered if he was a man yet or not.
"What's wrong, dear?" she said, as she observed him winking.
"I guess I'd better not take it straight," he told her.
"Alright, honey," she said, "give me your glass. I'll mix it with a bit of seven."
"I wish you would," he said, as he watched her mixing his drink for him.
She was still dressed and he got hotter for her. He heard someone knocking at the front door and he wondered who it was. Then he glanced outside and saw that his father's car hadn't moved. Apparently he had gone upstairs too quickly.
"Who is that?" Margaret asked excitedly.
"Dad," he said. "His car is outside."
"What will we do?" she asked nervously.
"I'll put my clothes on," he said, "and I'll go down to the front door and tell the old man to beat it or I'll call the police. That will get him out of here."
"Oh dear," she said, "what a horrible person he is. He just won't leave us alone, will he?"
"Maybe he's trying to protect my morals," Bill said. "It's funny how concerned he is about my morals when I get a piece of pussy, and how little he is worried about his own when he gets some ass on the side."
"The world is full of hypocrites, honey," she said. "I guess that's what makes the old world go round."
"That's what make it go around the wrong way," he said.
Slipping into his clothes quickly, he went downstairs and confronted his father at the front door without opening it.
"Go away," he said.
"I want to talk to you," he said. "I think I know what's happening."
"You keep your damned mouth shut," he said, "and get out of here. If you blab, the neighbors will hear a lot of garbage out of your foul mouth. You've got such a rotten imagination, Dad, that's your problem."
He walked away from the door and he heard his father pleading with him some more but he turned a deaf ear to everything his father had to say. Little did he realize that he was walking away from everything that was decent and good. Even though his father had a certain drinking problem, and had been far from faithful to his wife, he nevertheless would never want his son to become involved in an incestuous relationship.
Going back upstairs to his mother he felt proud of himself. In the illusion that he had conquered his father, he told her, "I got rid of that guy."
"Oh thank you dear," she said gratefully, "you don't know what a disgusting person he has been. A slobbery old drunk, with some silly moral ideas. Of course he would be the first one to say that we were doing the wrong thing. As if he was doing the right thing. It really makes me laugh when I think of it."
At this point it was perfectly obvious to her what the score was. She was grimly aware that he was swinging her way and it made her delighted.
"Would you like me to start with a simple blow job?" she grinned as he took off his pants.
"That will be o.k.," he smiled. "Let's go over to the bed."
They went over to the bed, and propping his ass up on a couple of pillows, he put his hands under his head and watched.
"Now get down there" he said, "and start licking."
It didn't take Margaret long to follow her son's command. She was eager to see him down there. And as she looked at his cock close up she got all the more excited. Strangely, when she was looking at it, she did not connect it with her son. It was just a male member of a vigorous virile man. Nothing more, nothing less.
Seizing his penis, she also seized the initiative. She let her hot tongue lash over the crown of his penis.
"Oh Mom," he groaned in delight, as she licked the head of his shaft.
"Eat it," he demanded. "That's it. Eat that cock."
He pressed forward with vigorous movements, enjoying the sight of her sucking cheeks as she did him.
"Jiggle the balls a little, will you?" he ordered her.
"Sure honey," she said as she took her mouth off for a minute.
"Don't take it off in the middle of the act," he complained.
"Sorry about that, love," she told him.
Then she went back to doing it for him. As her mouth vigorously worked over him, he became more and more intensely excited.
"Oh, like that," he begged. "Yes. Now you're doing it. All the way. Yes, yes."
He went on ramming it to her and then he was sliding it down her throat. When he observed that she was having difficulty breathing, it didn't bother him. If anything, it pleased him. He was excited and delighted as she began playing with his swinging balls. They were swelling with sperm.
"Oh you've got a nice load in there for you," he told her, "just keep doing it. That's it, oh yes, yes, keep doing it."
She wouldn't stop for a moment, and he was becoming more and more excited.
"Eat my cock," he demanded hotly, "eat it baby, eat it."
The sudden excitement while they were doing it had him wrap his legs around her neck. She loved the feeling of being embraced by his hot thighs. His ass was off the bed now as he rammed it to her. She gripped his asscheeks and massaged them.
"There you've got it," he said, "my balls are riding your chin.
Hotter and faster he drove his cock down her throat. Suddenly the hot juice shot out of his cock head.
"Oh, I'm cumming," he cried ecstatically, "I'm cumming. Yes, yes, I made it."
As the creamy white fluid flashed down her throat, she gulped.
"That's a hundred percent gulp," he laughed.
Finishing him, she slid off him.
"Ah honey," she said, "I could hardly breathe there for a minute or two with all that cock crammed down my throat."
"Well I gave you what you wanted, didn't I?" he smiled.
"You sure did, honey," she said. "But you just wait there, for Mamma's going to come back and wrap her mouth around your mouth."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" he laughed.
"It's a promise, sweetie," he said, "how about another drink?"
"Groovy," he agreed. "Mix mine."
"Sure baby," she said, as she purred proudly over the drinks.
Bringing his bourbon and seven, she brought it back over to the bed.
"Here honey," she said. "Drink up. As a toast to us, may we always love each other as we do right now."
"That's a rather grim toast, isn't it?" he said. "I can't love you all the time this way, Mom, I have to grow up some day."
"Well let's live inside our dreams now," she said.
"Your dreams," he corrected her.
"Don't be so cold after I've given you such a hot time," she said. "I bet you've never had a chick who turned on with your cock like that, did you?"
He knew that she was pumping him for information about Nancy. He didn't say a word.
"You didn't answer my question," she said, eager for him to tell her something.
"In the bed," he said, "you're tops."
That made her happy and as she drank, she moved over to him.
"Now I'll just sit on your chest, sweetheart," she said, "and push my box into your face."
"You do have a beautiful mound," he smiled, as he reached out to play with her ass.
Letting his tongue lash away, got her so excited she put her drink on the nightstand and grabbed his head.
"Oh honey," she sighed caressingly, "I love it when your tongue lashes in there. Nobody ever licked me like this. Oh yes, honey, farther baby, stiffen your tongue when you stab it in."
In a way he didn't like all of the directions she was giving him. Nevertheless he calculated that he could learn plenty from her if he would listen. So he decided he would listen in spite of himself.
"Don't neglect the love button dear," she said, "there it is, that's it. Lick the clit. Oh, honey, you have no idea what you do to me. Nibble now and then."
Now and then he nibbled on her there and he could see it threw her into waves of passionate pleasure.
"Oh baby," she groaned in delight, "that's beautiful. Oh yes, Mamma loves it. Ah baby, when her little boy laps her up she just loves it."
She was taking her own trip to illusion land in a rainbows and lollipop world but he wasn't going to stop her. If this was what got her high, he figured he might as well go on licking.
"Oh love me baby," she said, "love my pussy. That's it, oh yes, Bill, love my pussy."
Margaret's muff had her son's breathing almost cut off. She could hardly get enough of him there, his nose, his mouth, were all perilously closed.
"Oh baby, I'm almost there," she said, as she let her fingers pull his head tighter. "Oh yes sweetheart, it's almost there. Oh yes, I can hardly wait."
Finally she juiced in his face. As she juiced, he licked vigorously. His tongue licked and lapped up her pussy juice and he was pleased and so was she. The excitement that he felt surging in his body had him trembling.
"What's wrong?" Margaret asked him.
"What do you mean, Mom?" he asked her.
"Why are you shaking, honey?" she said. "Are you afraid Dad's coming back?"
"No," he explained, "I just got so turned on eating, that it made me shake all over."
"Oh that's good," she said. "It's marvelous to get turned on. Of course you are a young man and young men always turn on more when they get a good time."
As she pulled off him she lay beside him. He let his hands wander over her breasts and he fingered her down there.
"Sweetheart," she said, "are you going to tell me now what you did this weekend?"
"Will you quit bugging me?" he demanded. "I'm not telling you nothing."
Finally he got away from her. However he was so troubled he didn't know what to do. He walked by his buddy Allan's house and knew he couldn't go in and see him. He decided to drop over and see Nancy. Perhaps she could give him some understanding, some affection.
"Nancy," he said as he met her at the door, "I've got to see you."
"What about?" she asked.
"Oh it's terrible," he said, "I'm being bugged by some lover."
"That same older woman, isn't it?" she demanded.
"Yes," he admitted, "it's still her. It seems as if there is nothing I can do to get rid of her."
"You poor kid," she said, "you do have trouble. I wish there was something I could do to help you."
"I guess I'm just doomed," he said resignedly.
"Some people are," she said, "I don't know why it is, but some people are just meant to suffer."
At this point she was speaking softly and she looked so beautiful as her soft blue eyes looked up at him, he felt like having sex with her again.
"Nancy," he said, "if we could just be together."
Glancing down her neckline gave him a glimpse of her large jutting breasts. It made him want to reach across and touch them.
"You're beautiful, Nancy," he said. "Please let's get together."
Nancy flushed at his compliment.
"I don't think we can do anything now," she said, "Dad is here. He's real dangerous."
"I know he is," he said. "But if I could just go up to your room, maybe slip up the back door or something, we could have some fun."
"No," she said, "I don't want to try anything."
He decided, that perhaps they could go for a walk back to his place.
"I've got an idea," he said, "if we went back to my pad, maybe we could get involved."
"Involved?" she asked. "You mean have sex, don't you?"
"That's the name of the game," he said, "If it means that much to you and if we're going steady?"
When she said that, her eyes lit up. It was apparent to them that she wanted the security of going steady before she would engage in any more sex with him.
"If you want to go steady baby, it's alright with me."
"Oh honey," she said, "you'll never regret it. You never will."
"Of course not," he said, "I'm eager to go steady with you."
He was too. At this point, however, he was a bit nervous for it was becoming obvious to him that he had a real dilemma on his hands. With his mother hot after his cock and this young girl insisting that he go steady with her, he was split between two women.
"I'm going to get that friendship ring," she said. "The one that was given to me back in Athens, Michigan. They will never know."
"What if Freddie comes out here and visits you?" he said.
"Oh don't you worry about Freddie," she said, "he won't come here."
She went upstairs a moment and returned with the ring.
"Slip it on my finger," she said.
As he looked at it he realized it was a rather worn gold ring.
"That looks like a refugee from an antique shop," he said.
"Don't you knock it," she said, "it isn't really the cost of the ring, it's the feeling that goes into it."
"I'm glad you look at it that way, Nancy, you're a real swell gal."
Nancy was enthusiastic now, about going anywhere, any place with him, for she had the security she sought.
"Now I feel home free," she said, "girls won't envy me anymore. Because they envied me and feared me when they thought I was free to play around with all of their boyfriends. Of course I could have gotten most all of them."
"Of course you could," he readily agreed. "With a gorgeous body like you've got, honey, they all are dying to have you."
"Oh thank you for being so honest," she said, as she followed him down the street.
"Let's go in the back door of my place," he suggested, "There's no reason why my Mom has to find out a thing."
"Don't you think it's a bit dangerous?" she said.
"No, it really isn't," he said. "My Dad isn't even home anymore."
"Oh that's good," she said, "where is he? A traveling salesman or something?"
"No," he admitted, "that isn't the case. You see, my Mom and Dad had a little dispute."
"A dispute? About what?"
"About a lot of things," he said, "it's real personal. I can't go into it."
"Alright," Nancy said, "if you don't want to tell me any secrets, you don't have to. Just so I get the family jewels."
She gave him such a look that he was amazed at how bold she had become.
"And I thought you were an innocent little chick," he laughed.
"I am innocent," she said. "I don't know that much about the wicked way of the world. I only know love."
As she spoke to him, he became hotter and hotter for her body.
"Oh baby," he said, "if there's one thing I want from you, it's your love."
"Would you want to take my love and not my body?" Nancy asked him.
"Now why do you come up with an idea like that?" he demanded.
"Because," she said, "I would hate to think that our whole affair was just body. I want it body and soul sex."
"Now baby," he consoled her, "you can't have everything."
When he came within a block of his parents' place, he got cold feet.
"Maybe we'd better turn back," he suggested.
"Are you afraid of something?" she demanded.
"No," he said.
"Don't tell me your Mom won't let you have friends over?"
"Well," he hedged, "she isn't over anxious for me to have sex with a friend."
"Now baby," she said, "don't worry about her. Let's just go ahead and lock the bedroom door. I hope you do have a lock for your door."
"Yes," he admitted, "I could lock the door."
Quietly he went around the back of the house, but a neighbor came out of the house next door and he deliberately hoped that he wouldn't yell at him. However the moment the neighbor saw him sneaking the young girl around to the back door he had a pretty good idea of what was going on. He smiled at him and called out, "Hi Bill."
"Oh hi Hank," he called back.
He called out quietly, hoping that his mother didn't hear. Then he slipped in the back door. Going up the back stairway he managed to safely get down the hall to his room. Still he was undetected. Hastily he locked the door.
"Now Nancy," he told her, "we've got to be real quiet about what we do."
"You don't have to worry about me none," she told him.
Nancy was just as eager to take off her clothes as he was to see what she looked like. As she peeled out of her garments, he watched her carefully. The saucy big breasts really got to him. He felt himself going instantly hard.
"How do you like these?" she smiled, as she stroked her bosoms.
"They're gorgeous, baby," he said. "I can't wait to lick the nipples."
"That makes two of us," she grinned.
Going over to her, he slid the brassiere off. Then he let his tongue lash away at her nipples. When they became erect, he nibbled on them.
"Oh that feels so good," she told him.
"Glad you like it, honey," he smiled at her.
She was getting more and more stimulated, and so was he. Now she reached down and stroked his penis under his shorts.
"Take them off, honey," she said.
When he took them off and he was there naked, slie admitted to something.
"I'm a woman of great passion," Nancy said, "I would just love it if you would straddle me and put your penis into my mouth."
"I'd like to sit on those big bosoms of yours," he said. "I bet they would feel real good to my ass."
"It would feel real good to me," she said quietly, as she walked over to the bed.
When she got over to the bed, he wadded up pillows and placed them in back of her head.
"I want to get these just right," he told her, "so I can plunge my penis at just the right angle."
"Sure honey," she said, "I want to cooperate. You deserve a good time."
"Do I?" he smiled at her.
"You bet your sweet balls you do," she grinned.
"I like to hear you talk that way," he admitted.
As she lay on her back on the bed, she placed her head at the right angle so he could slip it to her.
"Take this, baby," he told her, "and this."
Now he was slipping it to her and as the gigantic cock thrust into her mouth, she felt his balls on her chin. She loved the sight of his saliva slickened penis pumping back and forth.
"Give it to me," she begged him, "give it to me."
The pleasure that she was enjoying at this point was building.
"Take that," he said, "and that."
He was inching his cock inch by inch into her.
"Hang in there, honey," he told her, "that's beautiful." The pleasure was mounting every moment now.
"Eat it," he demanded. "Eat that cock."
With rapid fire thrusts he was shoving it to her. Her cheeks sucked in as she took it. She was red with the flush of excitement as he stabbed it into her mouth.
"Hang on tight, honey," he told her, "that's the way I like it. Oh yes, now we're fucking."
His balls bounced on her chin, as he stabbed away.
"Eat it," he demanded, "eat that cock. Yes baby, eat it. Now you're doing it, that's what I like. Eat it!"
The pleasure was building to a passionate pitch. He loved every moment, and so did she.
"Gobble it," he begged, "gobble that cock!"
The sensations that surged through her body had her trembling.
"Oh yes, baby," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I want, oh, honey, yes baby, yes!"
The juicy excitement of what was happening to her at this point had her trembling with emotion.
"Take it, baby," he begged, "take it."
Suddenly the penis exploded in her mouth. She gobbled his juice as he went on pumping away.
"Oh honey," he said, "this is fantastic. I love it when my ass is sliding back and forth on your gorgeous breasts. I love the feel of my balls jiggling on your chin, and when you gobble my juice you're making me flip out."
The girl didn't take her mouth off him until she had completed the task of eating his juice. Then she slowly moved away.
"How about that?" he smiled at her.
She smiled back at him and insisted that he go down on her. She didn't have to worry about it, because he was licking away at her breasts, and then moving down to angle his face over her mound.
Letting his tongue stab out, he licked along her slit. Then inserting his tongue he began pushing it across her clitoris.
"Oh wow!" she gasped. "Keep that going. That's what I want baby, yes baby, yes. That's it."
He was enjoying it so much with his eyes closed and his tongue stabbing he didn't even hear a noise at the door. Strangely she was so absorbed she didn't hear a sound either. However, when the door burst open as his mother threw her weight against the door and barged in, he stopped.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
"He is eating my pussy," Nancy said. "You have no right to interrupt us."
"I never," Margaret exclaimed in a rage. "The nerve of you bringing a girl home and doing this."
Her son paid no attention to her until he got her juicing. Finishing her, he finally withdrew his tongue and looked up angrily at his mother.
"Get the hell out of here," he said.
"What are you so uptight about?" Nancy asked her. "Are you jealous?"
Unbeknownst to them, Glen, his father, had come to the house and when he managed to find a way in via the back door, he heard the sounds coming up the hallway. He quietly went down the hall and listened.
"He's my son," Margaret screamed.
"He's my lover," she said.
"Get your ass out of here," Bill told his Mom.
"You have no right to him," she said. "You don't love him like I do."
"You sound like you're in love with him," Nancy said sitting up in the bed.
"I am," she said, "and I've got first rights to him."
"You don't mean that you've had sex with him, do you?" the girl demanded.
"What's it to you?" Margaret wept. "It's our business, it's our affair."
"No it isn't," his father cut in as he rushed into the room. "This is the information that I wanted. You've had sex with your son, haven't you?"
"Yes I have," she said evenly, "and it was the most beautiful experience that ever happened to
"That's a lot of crap," he said furiously. "You can tell it to the judge. Your divorce case is down the drain, dear. You'll be lucky to get your clothes when you leave this house."
As young Bill sat there on the edge of the bed and listened to his father tear into his mother, he felt awful for her. He realized that he was also involved, and he felt less than a man to let her take the brunt of the whole affair.
"Don't blame her," he said to his father, "I was just as involved as she was."
"Well I disown you, if that's the case," he told him. "You're both no damned good."
"Go to hell," he told his father.
"You're going to be sorry for talking to me that way, .son."
"Well I'm getting out of here," Nancy said. "This doesn't sound like a very nice family arrangement to me."
"Nancy," he said, "you aren't one bit understanding."
"Well I don't understand sickness like this," she snapped indignantly.
Nancy became the focal point of them all. She slipped into her panties and her bra, and then she put on her skirt and her blouse.
"Oh Nancy, come on back," he begged her.
"No," she said, "I want out."
Bill looked at her as he put on his shorts and got into his pants.
"We were going steady," he said.
"That's over," she decided, "and don't ever remind me. This place is just sick, sick."
When she had stalked out of the room, he followed her, but his father warned him, "Forget it, son. She doesn't want you."
He stood at the top of the stairs and his heart sank.
"Are you real proud of yourself, Margaret?"
Glen asked his wife.
"No," she wept, "I'm not. I'm ashamed of myself."
"Well you should be," Glen said, "You certainly should be."
Without saying another word, he turned and walked away. He went down the stairs and never looked back at his son.
After he had gone too, Bill went back to his Mom. He sat on the edge of the bed, and consoled her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he caressed her shoulder. "I'm sorry it had to end this way, Mom," he told her sadly.