Chapter 14
Just because he'd gotten his kicks, he thought he shouldn't neglect Lexie. He got an idea.
"I'd like to suck you all over," he smiled. "All over!"
"Do me," Lexie smiled. And then Tommy started with her head. He licked her eyelids, licked her nose, kissed her cheeks, and let his tongue slide along the smooth surface of her lips. He kept moving down until his tongue touched her breasts. Her body quivered under the impact of his hot, sucking mouth. She loved it when he let his mouth suck on one breast, and then he played with the other one.
"Do it, baby, do it," she told him.
Moving over to the other breast, he sucked on that and then played with the other one. It wasn't long before he was down between her legs.
She threw her legs up, demanding, "Eat my ass out-just like I did for you!"
"Sure, honey," he smiled as he brought his tongue up to her anus. Licking all around it at first, he loved the sight of her genitals close up. And then he let his tongue stab up her ass-hole.
Next, he inserted his fingers in her vagina, and played with her. The double-action of fingers in her, along with his tongue stabbing up her ass-hole.
Vagina and anus were shaking with emotion now, and he was flipping out.
"Faster, baby, faster," she told him, "Stab your tongue up there. That's it! Do it, lover, do it!"
As Tommy stabbed her ass-hole, he had a great view of her vagina, and he saw she was starting to ooze, and so he let his tongue slide out of her behind, and sweep the fur-trimmed triangle, as he began shaking as much as she was in anticipation.
This wasn't just cunt, this was fresh cunt, served between a luscious teenager's legs, and he appreciated her. Lexie had heard girls talk about guys going down on their cunts, and eating them, and she'd lay in her bed, inserting her fingers, and pretending it was a tongue. Now, she didn't need to employ any imagination. She was actually doing it.
"Eat it-eat my cunt," she begged her young lover.
Her young lover drove into her, his hot tongue going to town.
"Eat it, eat that pussy," she begged, and his hot tongue lashed around inside her, and she pushed up to meet his tongue-stabs.
"Beautiful, baby-beautiful," she moaned, "Ohhh, ahhhh-yes, yes-keep it up, lover!"
And then she felt herself gushing, and reaching down she guided her young male lover, begging, "Lick it clean, honey-suck my juices!"
Now, Lexie understood why the man wanted the woman to stay down on his dick until the sticky cum spurted, because she felt the equivalent feeling when he licked her to climax.
"Eat my pussy-eat my pussy," she told Tommy. This was a command young, hot-blooded Tommy had no difficulty whatsoever in obeying.
As Tommy pulled off her licking his lips and smiling, he said, "How was I?"
"Oh, baby, you were tremendous! Now I know what to do when the fire down below won't go out!"
"Sure, phone me-anytime. I'll put the hose on it!" Glancing down at his penis, throbbing and hard, he said, "Doesn't that look good?"
"Yes-you want to fuck me now?"
Tommy nodded, and she spread out, and he swiftly straddled her, and as she saw the huge penis, aiming for her vagina, she said, "Let me guide it in-please-I want to send it up there!"
Guiding the huge, rod into her own vagina, her cunt muscles gripped it tightly.
"Oh, wow!" she panted, "That is beautiful!"
In and out, the hot cock stabbed her, and she massaged it vigorously.
"Fuck it, fuck my prick," he demanded, stabbing it into her, and then he told her, "Claw my back, baby-play with my butt. I'd love that!"
Her hands went down to his buttocks, and she playfully gripped them, squeezed them, massaged them.
"That's it-that feels real groovy!"
With her vagina muscles not working quite as vigorously as his Mom's did, he told her, "Honey, the trick of fucking is to grip the penis as the guy shoves it to you."
"like this?"
Lexie gripped his penis tightly in her vagina, and they had a wild ride.
Then, Lexie decided she should shove a finger up his ass-hole, and she did.
"Does that ever feel good?" he said, "Do it until I shoot, baby, you're massaging my prostate."
"Massaging your what?"
"Prostate, honey, prostate," he told her, "The male sex gland, and it feels oh so good!"
So good in fact, he got his gun off.
"Oh, wow! I'm coming, I'm coming," the young fucker cried, as he rutted into his teenage girlfriend. "Hang in there, honey!" Certainly, Lexie would. She was enjoying his throbbing male member and all the wonderful things it could do to tantalize and please her.
She unloaded the juices herself, as she came with him. "Keep thrusting. Ohhh, yes! I love it, I love it!" she moaned, as she juiced.
Clasping together, they embraced and kissed passionately. "I'm so glad you were sunning yourself in the back yard in that bikini when I walked by."
"So am I," she assured him.
Then, they both took a refreshing shower, and Tommy left her, promising to come back and ball her anytime she wanted him to. Now, he knew he had to tell his Mom it was all over between them, and it wasn't going to be an easy task.
"Good evening," his Mother said when he walked in that night after he'd spent hours just walking in the nearby park trying to figure out how to tell her.
"Good evening, Mom," he said quietly.
"Where have you been all day? You didn't go to the beach because your surfboard is right here."
"I was just out walking."
"Alone?"
"Yes, alone," he snapped, turning on her in a fury, "Don't bug me!"
"I'm not trying to bug you, son," she said softly, "I just have a date tonight and before I left I wanted to know what you were doing."
"I don't like being spied on," he said testily.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she told him. "I-I really don't."
"Oh, yes, you do, Mom," he said tightly, "You've been worrying about me leaving you when I find a girl my age-that's the truth, isn't it?"
Gloria didn't know what to say to Tommy at this point. He was so uptight, she knew that anything she might say could be taken the wrong way.
"Why don't you answer me?" he demanded, aching for a fight.
"Why do you come at me that way, son," she whimpered, "I only did one thing wrong-I loved you much too much!"
"You call it love," he smirked, "You had an empty cunt, Mom, and you wanted a young available prick to fill it. My dick was the closest, so you used me. Used me, Mom-used your own son-now what do you think they'd say about that?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Oh, yes, you do," he smirked, "Now, why don't you admit it!"
"Admit what?"
"That you're scared as hell because you've made it with a minor. That's illegal, or didn't you know? Just because you're my Mom doesn't give you fucking privileges, does it?"
Now, Gloria felt so bad she rushed to her bedroom, and throwing herself on the bed she began sobbing. Tommy stood there motionless, unmoved, and almost glad he'd reached her, and cut her down to weeping. Maybe she'd leave him alone now. Apparently, it took a lot of doing for her to get the point.
"I'm sorry, Mom," he told her, "I'm sorry I made you cry," he exclaimed over her shoulder when sobs continued to wrack her body. He wanted to get his point across, and do it emphatically, but not like this. He did possess all kinds of love for her, and he felt guilty as hell now that he'd brought her to this point where she was beside herself.
"It's alright, son," she said, "You're right-I'm no good, not only as a mother, I've failed you in other ways too."
"Other ways? I don't understand."
"I know you don't, Tommy," she said nervously, "I've tried to keep it from you."
"Tried to keep what from me?"
"This," she said between sobs, "I've been a bad woman-that's how I've supported us all these years."
"You mean it wasn't from money you got when Dad and you split? No bonds, no nothing!"
She shook her head sadly, and Tommy understood at last.
"It's awful to have to let you know like this," she sighed, "but I really don't know a nice way to tell you."
Tommy didn't quite know how to take all that she was telling him. He got to his feet, pacing the floor, and then he came over to her, and said. "If you're just a common slut, alright-I'll fuck you-but there'll be no tenderness. Take your clothes off and lay for me. I've got it coming."
"Oh, Tommy-no-no, don't make me cheapen myself!"
"You've cheapened yourself," he said angrily, "Now, do as I tell you, cunt!"
Gloria lay there in shock, unable to grasp whatever had possessed her son to carry on like this.
But, Tommy started stripping slowly, unbuttoning his shirt with a mean smile, as his eyes played about her well-formed body.
"It should be easy for you to get between the sheets, Mom-you've slid between so many, haven't you?"
"Don't talk to me like that, son;" she begged, "I'm your Mom."
"Mom-that's a laugh! Slut would be more like it. Okay, Mom-slut, get your ass on the bed, I want to tear off a piece, okay? How does that grab you?"
"You're a monster," she shrieked, "Just like your father was! I can see him in you. I'm having to live it all over again."
"They call it re-cycling," he smiled, "Just shut up, and put your legs up so I can give you a good balling. Not tender and sweet, like your teenager son-lover, but like a he-man stud who hasn't had his balls satisfied in weeks."
"I won't do anything you tell me to," she said evenly.
"Oh, yes, you will," he said moving menacingly over to her. His hand went out, and he roughly slapped the side of her face.
"Do you hear me?" he snapped.
"Dammit, yes," she fumed, and then she realized she was at the mercy of her cruel son, just as she had been at the mercy of her mean husband.
"You look real cute when you're upset," he said, "blood runs to the surface of your skin and you look years younger. The wrinkles are all gone."
"How dare you talk to me like that!" Gloria snapped, and braving any outrage her son might muster, she moved over to him, and slapped his face.
"I'm still your mother," she smiled weirdly, as the pleasure of vengeance swept through her.
"Don't remind me," he said tightly.
And then, the tears came down her cheeks, and she turned away from him.
"You think you're going to make me feel real bad about slapping my own Mom," he laughed in her face, "Well, what you told me today was a slap in my face, much worse than the hand you used to hit me with. That was a gut-level hit, Mom."
"I know," she said, "I've tried for years to hide my-my way of earning a living."
"Why didn't you think of doing something respectable?" he demanded.
"I wanted the easy way out," she said, "Men liked my body. I am a beautiful woman."
"The outside is beautiful," Mom, he nodded, "But the inside-that's something else again!"
"I just made love," she argued in her own defense. "I only brought happiness."
"Sure, out chasing around with other women's husbands. I'm sure you just brought happiness. What about the women the men left behind to make it with you in some posh motel?"
"If they would keep their men happy at home, they wouldn't have to run-after extra sex, would they?"
"You've-insulated yourself, Mom, with the biggest tissue of lies I've ever heard from anybody. You've got it all figured out, so the hustler, has that heart of gold they've always got in the movies. You've made it out the bad woman is the wife who may not care to become a sex-slave, and the saint in the setup is the hustler. Oh, you're beautiful," he laughed.
"We all have our ego defenses," she said, "Where would we be without them?"
"Maybe a lot better off," he said quietly.
"Don't stare at me like that," she demanded, "I feel like your eyes are a police lineup spotlight, and you're accusing me of being some murderer or something."
"You are," he shot back, "You killed a lot of me today, you killed a lot of me when you touched my body!"
"Oh, I didn't mean to-I loved you."
"That's a laugh. You don't know what love is, Mom. If it came right up and bit you, you couldn't know, because you're too blinded by the love you've got going for yourself!"
Gloria walked to the window, and looked out into the darkness of night, and shrugged, "Someday-someday, son you're going to be really sorry for the way you've talked to me tonight!"
"I'll wait and find out," he laughed.