Chapter 5
After they each had a drink, Tommy insisted on going back to the bedroom. But, Gloria wanted to try to talk him out of it. Little did she know how impossible that would be!
"Son," she said, "Why don't we just go to bed?"
"Go to bed, no," he shrieked, "You promised!"
"Didn't I satisfy you, son?" she hedged for time, trying to invent some excuse for not going back to bed with him.
"Sure, you gave me half the fun, but now you want to cheat me out of eating your pussy!"
For a moment, it looked like his eyes were clouding and she hated to deny or disappoint her boy.
"Darling, if it means that much to you-you can have me!"
"I can eat your cunt," he said flatly, and his crude way of putting it sounded for all the world like his father. He comes by it naturally, she thought.
"Can't you call it pussy?" she asked, allowing a small smile at the corner of her mouth.
"What's the diff? Cunt, pussy, snatch-it's all the same. It's that focal point between a woman's legs-that's all there is to it!"
"But you might turn-off some woman with talk like that-" his mother insisted.
"Look, Mom-I don't want to fuck or suck any dame who is a put-on-"
"A put-on?"
"A phony-a fink! Me, I call it by its name. I'm not a put-on."
Letting her hand swing free from her vagina, she smiled, "I'm not a put-on either!"
"Prove it! Lie on the bed, and wrap your ever-lovin' legs around me-please!"
"Alright, son," she agreed reluctantly at first, "if it means that much to you, I suppose I'm wrong to try to deny you your good-time!"
"Now, you're groovin'! "
"Am I?" she smiled, and to prove it, Tommy wrapped his arms around his sexy, young mother, and kissed her passionately. As his young, hard penis pressed against her moist vagina, he felt the moisture, and realized he'd been stimulating her all along. Huskily, he said, "Come on-let's have a good time on my tongue!"
Without another word of objection, Gloria followed him into the bedroom, got up on the bed, and wrapped her arms around his head, pushing her vagina to his lips.
"Oh, Mom-this is beautiful, you're smothering me with your pussy! What a way to go-off!" he chuckled.
And then, his talented tongue swept over to her vagina, and soon they were enjoying themselves.
"Eat it," she begged, as she felt the excitement in her own fiery body match her son's enthusiasm for the action.
"Yes, son-yes, love me, ohhh, love me," she begged him. It didn't take long for Tommy's tongue to turn-on, and do his thing. Together, they made love, and as it swept inside her velvety vagina, she felt it her motherly duty to guide him, so he'd do it expertly.
"Eat it," she begged him, "Eat mama's pussy! Yes, ohh, yes, baby-go down there and lick!"
Letting his tongue surge inside her, he felt her undulate up and down; slowly at first, and then she felt free and she gyrated her hips in a teasing circular motion ending with a sudden thrust forward, permitting his tongue to ram its full way home.
"Love me," she sobbed, becoming almost hysterical as his forceful tongue vividly pitched her back to when his father first invaded the very same hole with his hot, lashing tongue. The double memory produced a super sensation no other man could ever produce, for it was" her first love, duplicated in her sucking son.
"Eat it-eat me, baby-that's it," she begged, "More, faster, that's it, luv-do itdo it!"
As Tommy felt her fingers clawing through his scalp, he knew he didn't have to do any more coaxing. She was his now, and nothing seemed real. The music in the next room seemed light-years away. His tongue jabbed endlessly, searching for methods to ignite her cunt some more.
"Oh, ahh-I'm burning up," she gasped, before the big explosion, and then she came, gushing into his mouth.
She cried the same thing she always cried when a man did her down there the way she liked it, "Suck my pussy! Suck it, baby, suck it! Oh, yes, suck baby suck!"
Her fingers clawed, her hips gyrated, and she came again, going the multiple orgasm route via such stimulation as only her sturdy, loving son could produce.
As Tommy pulled his face away from her vagina, she cried out, "Oh, darling, darling, shove your shaft up me, and get your rocks off!"
"Oh, Mom, beautiful," Tommy cried excitedly, straddling her now, and gripping his penis-head tightly, shoved himself into her hot, eager hole.
"Fuck it!" he cried out, "Give it to me, Mom. Grab my prick and churn your ass around it."
Twisting, her tight cunt revolved around her son's mainstem. Her hands. swept down his back to his buttocks, which she gripped excitedly, playing with them, exciting them.
"Oh, you're beautiful," she said, "I knew it would be like this with you, son."
"So you wanted me, huh?"
"Sure I did. When I'd come in the bathroom, and see you step naked out of the shower-I got turned-on. I couldn't help it. It was too much!"
"Don't think I haven't been watching you, Mom," her son admitted candidly. "Even when I was a little kid and you didn't think I had any sexual feeling I was turning on. You used to bathe me in the tub, and I'd see your big bosoms swaying over me and my little cock would get hard and I'd try to hide it so you'd never know how turned-on I got."
"Oh, you're stabbing it up me just like I like it! Roll your ass around, wiggle it so I can play with it while you fuck me!"
"Wiggle your tits for me, Mom," he begged, "Do it-that's it, love-wiggle them!"
She brushed her breasts excitedly back and forth, back and forth, and he thought he'd flip out.
"That's great-I like that sensation," he smiled, "keep brushing those nice titties, Mom-ohhhh, yes, yes!"
The excitement surged through both of their bodies, and as he pumped into her, she found her body pitching up to meet her son's driving cockthrusts.
"Love you, baby," she smiled.
Hearing that, Tommy bent over and kissed her passionately, "Don't think I don't love you," he said quietly when he pulled away from her, and then he looked off-toward the pillow and kept plowing into her with his penis.
"Fuck it!" he gasped, and then, as her vagina muscles gripped him tightly there, he exploded, sending spasms of hot sperm into her body.
"Faster! Keep it up, Mom! Harder! Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, I am coming again. You're driving me out of my mind, Mom. Ohhhhh, ahhhhh!" Tommy moaned as his penis spurted the hot, thick sperm into her.
She juiced herself, getting so stimulated with her son's wild cock thrusts. And their sweaty bodies clung together like this on the brink of the apocalyptic orgasm. This wasn't a mechanical fucking routine of two robots trying to do each other on a bed, with organs meeting, and minds not.
This was it! Heart, body, passion merging in a double explosion, that left them both vibrating.
As Tommy lifted off his mother, the penis dripping with cum, it dribbled on her naked body. But, she didn't object.
"Oh, I'm sorry-I'm dripping," he declared as he looked down and saw the sticky stuff.
"Never be sorry for this, darling," she smiled, "It's our love-juices blended!"
This impressed Tommy so much, he had to bend over and kiss her once more.
"You always know how to say everything!" he told her.
"Thank you, luv," she smiled, "Mom thinks you're about the sweetest guy in the world!"
"I'm glad we're above a lot of silly morals," he said, and this surprised her.
"What do you mean?" she asked, as he lay beside her, with only the soft glow of a night lamp spreading a circle of light around the room.
"Oh, I read a book saying we're going through a sexual revolution in this country or something," he scratched his head.
"Yes, go on," she asked her son, curious to know what he had read and what he had concluded from that reading.
"Well, it says a lot of puritanical nonsense has been thrown away, and now people can do their thing! You know, anything goes! Guys shacking up with gals, having kids, not getting married, girls living with girls, and-"
And then her own rather purplish past swept by her in a jarring instant. This was a word picture of her own self-no morals, and now this, sex with her own son.
"Well, darling," she explained, "you can't carry that philosophy too far now. It could get you in all kinds of trouble!"
"Oh, I never would," he insisted, "You don't have to worry about me, Mom-I'm not going to pick up with every tramp at school, but I think now I know where it's at-between the legs."
"You've got a real nice philosophy," she said nervously, wondering what would ever become of her son.
"I guess I'd better get some sleep," he smiled, "Mr. Sandman is coming around about now."
"Alright, baby," she said softly, and then she moved in closely to him, and kissed him goodnight.
As she went back to her own room, she tried to dismiss any thoughts of guilt. But it wasn't easy. When the heat of passion had cooled off, she had to face a few facts-doing it with one's own son-isn't exactly right! In factit's wrong.
Yet, was it? He was only going to give himself the orgasm anyway, only by hand. Solo sex seemed wrong, she mused. When two people share something, it becomes beautiful! And he was refusing to share!
She slipped under the covers, and comforted herself with any thing that she could. She hadn't told him a thing about how she made her living. Furthermore, she was protecting him from all those young girls diseased with VD. Wasn't this only the natural, protective instincts of a mother asserting themselves? Yet, would he hate her tomorrow morning when his own passion cooled? Would he look at her with accusing fingers of scorn ?
If she could have only known that her son didn't look at her like that at all, she would have been much better off. Because, in reality, Tommy was falling fast asleep, and in a very contented mood. His penis was flaccid, and satisfied, his itching, young balls were shrinking in their relief. And, Gloria had nothing to fear-yet!