Chapter 2

NORMA

Case History: Norma D. ...

Age: 52.

The subject is a plump matron with a pleasant face. Although she has a home in the suburbs she often comes to midtown Manhattan to live in hotels which she uses as bases of operations for her journeys into the twilight world of lad loving. This interview took place in one of these hotels.

"I'm beginning to discover which hotels ignore you and which ones ask too many questions. I don't dare go back to the last place I stayed at because the management is very square and frowns upon guests picking up girls and boys.

"From what I gather this hotel doesn't care what a guest does so long as there's no trouble and the bills are paid. Of course I could save myself money and problems by simply taking the boys to my home in Long Island.

"I have seven rooms ... all empty. My three boys and two girls have homes of their own and my husband, Walter, ran out on me two years ago. I can understand children growing up and leaving home, but what really riles me is a husband who deserts you.

"I had just turned fifty when Walter decided that he had had enough of me. He was just my age so I guess that fifty is a milestone in a man's life. It was at that age Walter figured he had to make hay while the sun was still shining and took up with a girl in her twenties.

"I suppose all middle-aged men get a bit desperate at one time or other and want to get some young pussy to make a pet of. When my husband became a grandfather for the first time it depressed rather than excited him so that was the tip-off that he still had young ideas.

"All throughout our marriage Walter never even looked at another woman but, suddenly, at the milestone age of fifty, he committed adultery with a girl young enough to be his daughter.

"Walter wasn't experienced enough to hide his lechery and I soon found out about him. I was prepared to forgive his minor slip from grace but he went wild and ran away with the girl.

"He was good enough to leave me the house, car and bank accounts taking just enough to start a new life in some other city. This happened two years ago and I haven't heard from him since.

"In another five years I can consider him legally dead and remarry if I want to. But I have no intention of remarrying; I'd rather have my teenaged lovers.

"At first I was heartbroken by Walter's desertion but then I decided that two could play the game of chasing young meat. I drove to Manhattan and checked in, under an assumed name, at a mid-town hotel.

"It made me feel very wicked even though I didn't know the first thing about making it with another male. I married Walter when I was a young virgin and there had never been another man in my life. Now, in my fifties, I was going to screw a new male.

"I fortified myself with a few cocktails before I went tailing after cock. The Time Square area of Manhattan, I knew, had the reputation of being a stomping ground for boy prostitutes. These boys usually serviced homosexuals but I was certain that they wouldn't turn down an offer from a female if she was willing to pay the same fee.

"Times Square was crowded and warm that first night and I wandered around it looking at the young men who seemed to be wandering aimlessly themselves. When I caught their eyes I looked away quickly, too shy to begin my first encounter.

"I watched other men pick these same fellows up so I was sure that they were willing to sell their pricks. As I gazed at the young studs I wondered how it would feel to have a rigid, juicy penis in my hand again.

"In the last years of our marriage Walter, like most men his age, showed me little interest in sex. Actually I hadn't had a satisfactory fuck in the longest time so I was primed and ready as I drifted about mid-town Manhattan.

"I went into a bar hoping that a he-whore would make me an offer there. Besides, I needed the fortification of alcohol. When I stepped into this joint I discovered that I was the only unescorted female there.

"The bartender didn't look too happy when he brought me a drink because he realized that unescorted females of any age meant trouble.

"It wasn't long before the man on my right at the bar offered to buy me a drink. He was about forty or so and no beauty but he was a man, at least. He was also pretty drunk. After a minute or so he started asking me personal questions.

"When I told him that my husband had deserted me, he said, 'That's a coincidence ... I deserted my wife.'

"This made me hate him right away because he reminded me of Walter. Still, because I was so alone, I stayed in the bar with him. He never told me his name and I don't believe I gave him mine. That's the way things are in New York; people meet, screw, separate but never exchange names.

"The guy led me out of the joint and into his car which was parked nearby. He drove down a few blocks to a dark area and parked again. He started pawing my body and mumbling in an alcoholic fashion.

"I was ready enough for affection but I just couldn't cooperate. This lack of warmth on my part made my first pick-up angry. 'What's the matter with you?' he snapped. 'Get with it!'

"He zipped his fly open and brought out his penis. It was long and large but also soft. A mixture of alcohol and age had taken away his power to love. Again he reminded me of Walter. When I sat there in the car I wondered what I had come to Manhattan in the first place for.

"My husband had run off with a girl young enough to be his daughter and, what I wanted, was a boy young enough to be my son. So far I hadn't strayed far from my marriage bed because this stranger was just another Walter.

"The man pushed my dress up and started to pull at my panties. What feeling I had had before was now gone. I opened the door of the car and stepped out.

'"Where are you going?' he demanded.

'"I have a dental appointment,' I answered because it was the first thing that popped into my mind.

"He grunted, displaying his frustration. 'What am I doing with an old bag like you in the first place?' he said and drove off.

"An old bag! I suppose that's what I was. The man had been no chicken but, at least, he was younger than fifty. In a world where being over thirty was considered something of a sin, I felt I had no right to sex.

"A man in his fifties could look for younger females but a woman of the same age couldn't be as free.

"I went back to the hotel and felt sick and disgusted with myself. I had come to New York in the first place hoping to find love, or, at least, sex but all I found was a hateful drunk. It was hours before I fell asleep.

"There is a saying about each new day being the first day of the rest of your life. When I woke the next morning I decided to find some kind of affection or excitement. I was willing enough to pay a young stud to screw me and New York City was supposed to be loaded with male hustlers.

"After breakfast I went wandering around

Times Square again. I wanted to see what kind of an adventure I could find when perfectly sober. The sun was shining and this made me feel safer and more secure. I didn't know if young studs hustled before dark but I was determined to find out.

"I walked along Broadway and saw a number of young males loitering against walls. I watched as a middle-aged man picked one of the best looking ones up and go off with him. The rest of the boys exchanged glances and I knew that they were all willing to sell their bodies.

"Although I didn't know it at the time I had come upon a 'meat rack' which is a place male whores wait to be picked up by clients. Usually these clients are other males because middle-aged women simply didn't go looking for prostitutes the way men did.

"I, of course, was an exception that proved this rule wrong.

"My heart pounded faster as I walked down the street along the meat rack. The boys didn't pay me any attention because they just couldn't believe that I was interested in buying their waiting cocks.

"One of the lads was hardly more than a child. He had dark hair that was fashionably long and a rather slight figure which made him appear younger than his seventeen years. He was wearing jeans, a black leather jacket, a tee shirt and cowboy boots.

"Boys who hustled homosexuals favored this get up since it projected an illusion of masculinity. Since I knew that this youngster was a prostitute I didn't feel too badly about accosting him. After all, it wasn't as if I were trying to seduce an innocent.

'"You look hungry,' I said. 'Want me to buy you some breakfast?'

"The boy showed me a fleeting expression of surprise but then realized I was a prospective client despite my gender. I led him into a nearby cafeteria and the boy obviously was hungry because he ordered about two dollars worth of eggs, bacon, French toast and coffee.

"I only had coffee since I had already eaten and watched him devour the food. Between mouthfuls I learned that his name was Bobby, that he was seventeen, and that he had been in the city for the past four months. I didn't have to ask how he had been supporting himself.

"Once Bobby had eaten he seemed brighter and handsomer. He also became more talkative. 'You're the first woman who ever picked me up,' he said. 'I've seen it happen to some of the other guys but this is the first time it ever happened to me.'

'"Well, I guess I'm a change of pace for you then,' I smiled.

'"Yeah. I'm not really a queer, you know. I dig broads.'

"I was delighted at being called a 'broad'. It made me feel young. We left the cafeteria and headed towards my hotel. I didn't want to be seen entering the place with an obvious male hustler in tow so I gave Bobby my room number and told him to use the stairs while I went up in the elevator.

"He said that he knew the routine since he had gone through with it so many times before with men. When I got to my room I was afraid that the lad would change his mind and not come.

"But I wasn't alone for more than five minutes when I heard a quiet knock at the door. I opened it and Bobby slipped inside.

"For the first time I realized I hadn't discussed price. Bobby was a professional hooker, after all, despite his childish figure. When I brought the subject up he shrugged his shoulders. 'Sometimes I get twenty bucks,' he said.

"I knew that I could argue him down to half that fee but I thought that twenty dollars for the body of a teenaged stud was very reasonable so I agreed to his price. The lad seemed surprised that I had accepted it so easily. No doubt he was used to lower prices.

"I wondered how much he made in a week, anyhow. By his slim body I could see that he wasn't used to eating well.

'"Maybe I better take a shower first,' he said almost shyly.

"This told me that he wasn't used to living in a room with a private bath, too, and I directed him to my private John. Bobby walked into the clean, tiled room and started stripping not bothering to close the door. He was showing off his body to me.

"The seventeen year old lad wore a dirty pair of shorts. When he took this last garment off I could see his penis which was in a state of erection. His thin legs were lightly-haired and his young ass was boyishly small. Only his stiffly erected dick revealed adulthood.

"The boy grinned at me and walked into the shower stall. When I heard the water being turned on I started to take off my own clothes excitedly. I gazed at my nakedness in the mirror.

"I didn't have the kind of body to show off as Bobby had. My breasts were no longer firm and hung down with huge, flat nipples that looked as if they had been sucked dry. My waist was thick and I had a rear end that seemed three times larger than the boy's.

"I hoped that my fifty-ish shape wouldn't turn the young stud off and make him lose that wonderful potency.

"I heard the shower being turned off. Bobby reappeared on the bathroom tiles. His dark hair lay wet and limp over his forehead but his young, juicy meat still stood up like a flagpole. As he dried his shiny damp body he stared at my nakedness.

'"Haven't had a broad since I came to New

York,' he confessed.

'"Maybe I should charge you,' I told him.

"Bobby continued to dry himself and his hair now stood up as if every strand was in a state of erotic excitement. He came out of the bathroom and stood next to me. The lad was only an inch or so taller and he was about fifty pounds lighter.

'"Let's go to bed,' I urged.

"I spread out on the bed and the nude boy rubbed one of his hands almost wildly over my snatch. I had been afraid that the youngster would force himself to love me for a price but I knew that he really wanted sexual contact in spite of the fact that there was over three decades between us.

"Bobby was starved for heterosexual love as well as food. His young penis throbbed visibly and I grabbed it. For the first time in years I felt a really hard dick.

"Bobby mounted my body and rammed his manly tool inside my flesh. We both sighed at the same moment. I embraced the lad hard and slipped my hands all over his smooth, narrow back.

"Bobby plowed into me swiftly and with a power born of genuine desire. He was no sloppy, middle-aged drunk who thought he was doing me a favor. The seventeen year old grunted as he screwed me and his dick seemed to be growing and getting harder inside my body. I felt like a virgin again on my wedding night because this was how my husband banged me that first time.

"Bobby pushed against me and lay still with his mighty meat dug well into my cleft. He spewed out his semen and it felt like a hose of hot water being turned on inside my flesh. He came on, twice, three times, four times rapidly and kept on coming until he was finally dry.

"The slim lad slid off my body and breathed hard. 'You're a nice lay for an old..., ' he began and then stopped himself.

'"An old lady?' I added. 'Well, that's just what I am but even women my age need sex. We don't take the veil once we pass the age of thirty.'

"I leaned over and started licking the boy's smooth chest. When my big breasts rolled against his body he massaged them with both hands. My once limp nipples had stiffened with passion by this time and he kept rubbing his thumbs over them.

'"Let me suck your tits,' he all but begged.

"I obliged by placing one of my stiff nipples on his lips. He opened his mouth and started to suck it hard. I pressed my body against him and played with his penis and testicles.

"Bobby put his arms around me and pressed his face deep into my breast by embracing me tightly. Although the lad was a prostitute there was still very much of the child left in him.

"When a male demonstrates partialism to breasts that is always a sign of immaturity. Bobby sucked my nipple with such fervor I thought he was about to bite it off and swallow it, he was that tit-hungry.

"His penis started to erect again as I masturbated him. This surprised me because I hadn't seen a male sex organ react like that since my honeymoon. Bobby, in his splendid youth, was bringing me back to my own salad days.

"The boy took his mouth away from my nipple and climbed on top of my body. Once more he rammed his tool into my hairy gash and began to pump. When he reached a climax he came with almost as much vitality as he had before.

"I gave the lad twenty dollars, feeling that he deserved more but I didn't want to spoil him. I told him that we'd meet some other day and exchange flesh for cash. After the boy left I lay on the bed naked and satisfied for the first time in years.

"Bobby showed me that I would be wasting my time in bars since it was so easy to pick up the best young studs in the street. I never did mix sex with alcohol, so I soon became a popular client around the Times Square area. I learned where all the meat racks were.

"My next trip to lad-loving land wasn't as pleasant as the first had been. Not all the hustlers were like Bobby. I picked up Steve in a park next to the big library in mid-town Manhattan. This was a well-known meat rack and a dangerous place for a woman alone at night.

"When I walked through the park past a long line of young males hanging around waiting to be picked up, I trembled. Although I was hunting a stiff young penis, I didn't want to be raped.

"Steve walked in step with me and struck up a conversation. like Bobby, he was seventeen, but there was no child in him. He was a big, tough blond kid who knew his way around the city jungle, and he pegged me right away as an aging woman on a search for youthful thrills.

"I was staying at the same hotel but Steve didn't want to sneak up the stairs as Bobby had done. 'Shit, woman,' he told me, 'I'm no burglar. I'm your stud.'

"When I went up in the elevator with the tough blond boy I knew that I had attracted the attention of the management which was always on guard against unwelcome guests.

"Steve proved to be a sadistic lover. When I stripped off my clothes he shook his head and grinned. 'Well, grandma,' he said, 'this will hurt me more than it will you.'

"He was talking about how difficult it was for him to have sex with a woman of my age. I got the idea he didn't like women at all by the way he stabbed his hard dick into my flesh. It was as if he were trying to get an unpleasant duty over with as quickly as possible. When he had an orgasm it was weak and spare.

"Male whores had just so many good screws in them and it was obvious that Steve had already gotten off rocks previously that day. At any rate, I paid him his fee and he strutted off as if he had accomplished a beautiful love scene.

"Steve had entered my hotel room claiming that he was only a hustler and not a burglar, but, to my dismay, I found that he was actually both, because he had walked off with my wrist watch and cocktail ring which I had left on the night table.

"Naturally I couldn't complain to the house detective, but the man paid me a visit anyhow. It seemed that Steve had worked the hotel before, so it was clear to the detective why I had brought the boy in. The management, in a not too subtle way, made it known that my patronage was no longer acceptable. They didn't care for foolish old ladies who bought the bodies of young studs.

"I was more careful the next time and looked for Bobby, but, alas, couldn't find him. The twilight world of the Midnight Cowboys was not a stable one and boys drifted through it like fishes in a dark and silent sea. For all I knew Bobby had given up hustling and had gone back home.

"Gradually, however, I did become very adept at boy-hunting and knew just which lads to pick up. As I said before, I never pushed myself on a kid who wasn't willing to sell his meat, so all my affairs were on the commercial level. I developed a strong desire for teenaged lads and ignored adult males entirely. I had become a Dirty Old Woman.

"I picked up Kenneth at a bus station in Times Square. It was easy to see that he was another Midnight Cowboy because he was dressed in jeans, black leather jacket and boots. He had a baby-face and was only sixteen which made him just the right target for a sex-hunter of any sex.

"I offered the lad a coke, and like Bobby, he appeared a bit surprised by the fact that a woman was after his body instead of a man. Still, this didn't bother him and he let me bring him to a nearby hotel. I introduced him to the desk clerk as my 'nephew', but could see that the man didn't believe me. I wasn't the first guest to bring in a strange young boy from the street.

"The young lad stared at me when I took off my clothes. He had only been hustling for three weeks and I was his second female client. Somehow it made me feel good that I wasn't the only old doll in the world who wanted the flesh of teenaged lads.

"Kenneth pressed against my rear with his rigid digit between my butt halves. 'Force of habit, I guess,' he whispered. 'This is the way guys like it.'

"I had never tried anal intercourse in my life and I was willing to start now, so I told the young boy to sodomize away. He had me lie on my belly with my ass up. I detected that he preferred doing it this way and assumed that he was more homosexual than heterosexual. Most of the boy prostitutes in New York like to claim that they are straight, but I'm sure that more than a few are as gay as the men they service.

"Kenneth mounted my body and injected the head of his penis into my anus slowly. It hurt, but since he was built on the small size sexually, it could have been a whole lot worse. He slipped his young dick all the way into my anal passage and began to fornicate as if he were in my vagina.

"Once I got used to it, I found sodomy strangely exciting with its mixture of pain and pleasure. The boy's rod of manhood slid deeply into my body and I clutched at the mattress for support. I wanted to cry out but I didn't dare for fear of attracting attention I didn't want. It would be one hell of a position for a respectable suburban matron to find herself in.

"The sixteen year old stud rammed and rammed into my behind and I felt as if my anal passage was on fire. I thought of all the men the boy had reamed like this before me and all the others to follow. I was like a bead of flesh on a long, sad string.

"Kenneth shot his load. The heat and moisture of his juice filled my body and I groaned with sheer delight. The lad lay on top of me until his penis grew limp and he withdrew gently. When I tried to embrace him the boy got off the bed and started to put his clothes back on. Now that he had given his service, he didn't want to waste any time with free affection.

"When I gave the boy ten dollars he left my room without another word. Somehow I got the impression that he was at least a bit insane. Times Square is hardly a health resort.

"I never returned to that hotel because I knew the people there had pegged me as a boy-screwer. It didn't matter because it was rather a dump. When I got tired of getting leers from hotel workers I searched for a place which didn't give a damn about the sex lives of their guests.

"I found this hotel which is something of a sexual zoo. Transvestites, prostitutes, junkies, drunks, pornographers and everything you can imagine lives here. Last night some guys made a blue film in the next room using teenaged kids. When it comes to weird sex, youth is most desired.

"I'm living a double life. In suburbia I'm a respectable matron, while in Times Square I'm a lecher after the bodies of young boys. I don't know how much longer this will go on because I seem to crave lads more and more with every passing affair. I had hoped that my desire for teenaged cocks would've diminished in time, but I've grown nymphomaniacal.

"Every time I see a cute lad of fifteen or so walking along the street I have the greatest urge to cup my hand over his crotch and proposition him. So far I've only accosted prostitutes, but one of these days I might just try to make it with an innocent kid and then get into a mess of trouble.

"Well, maybe that would be the best. I have to be stopped somehow."

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Norma's sense of guilt about her passion for teenaged boys is leading her to a sex scandal because she wants to be caught and punished for her pedophiliac affairs. Her growing fears about her ever-increasing needs for boys is making her seek refuge in an arrest or a commitment to a mental hospital.

R. V. Sherwin, in his book, SEX AND THE STATUTORY LAW, claims that many sex criminals secretly hope to be caught because it is the only way they can stop from continuing their assaults upon innocent victims.

Norma may eventually be caught for sexually accosting a minor boy since she now wants to avoid prostitutes in favor of the non-professional lads.

When the matron's husband deserted her for a much younger woman the event had a traumatic effect upon her psychological make-up. The sudden rejection hurt her deeply and, in a need to strike back at her husband, she started to chase boys even younger than the girl he had dumped her for.

Her attempt to have a relationship with an 50 adult male failed because the man reminded her too much of her husband. Having a sex affair with such a man or any other adult male would not satisfy her need for revenge so she sought out teenaged boys instead.

Norma could not bring herself to accost just any lad so she looked for boys who were willing to sell their bodies. By having sex relations with prostitutes the woman can rationalize away the fact that she is a pedophile.

But there is a complication ... Norma doesn't really want to rationalize away her guilt, she wants to be punished for it and that is what is leading her towards an affair with a boy who isn't a prostitute.

One way Norma finds some punishment is by having a relationship with a male prostitute who treats her badly. When a Midnight Cowboy robbed her after a sexual session she was actually pleased for, in this way, she received her pleasure but also paid for it.

George Henry, in his study, SEX VARIANTS, points out that a large number of men who contract V.D. from prostitutes feel that this is just punishment for the sins of the flesh.

Normal looks upon robbery the same way. As much as she tries to justify herself she is still aware of the fact that she is in her fifties while the boys she has sex with are in their teens.

Norma, like the other mature women studied in this book, gave her taped confession in an effort to find an outlet for her guilt and also to cry for help.

She does not want to go on making love with lads in their teens but she is still reeling from the traumatic effect of her husband's desertion and is not fully responsible for her actions.

According to Alfred Kinsey, in his study, THE SEXUAL BEHAVIOR IN THE HUMAN FEMALE, the older woman feels the effects of a desertion more than a younger woman because she had given so many more years to her husband and this compounds the rejection.

At the age of fifty Norma should have been preparing for a companionable retirement with her husband but, instead, she found herself cast out upon the world again alone and in need of love. Out of her pain and desperation she turned to teenaged lads for the love that vanished with her husband.