Chapter 2
It was her intention to get up early but she did not do it. She overslept and when she awoke, she reached for her cigarettes and lit one. Usually, Bertie would get up early on a week-end morning and he would fix coffee for her and bring it to her. She wondered if he would do it this morning.
She was half finished with her cigarette when the door opened and he came into her room, carrying the tray with the pot of coffee on it. She looked at him and her smile was a bit weak. He looked down at the carpeting and his face was red.
"Bertie, dear," she said, "sit down. We are going to talk. Sit right here by me on the bed."
He was wearing his robe and he obeyed her, and when she put her palm under his chin and they stared into each other's eyes, she knew at once that she had won and he was hers forever.
"You like what we are doing, don't you, dear?" she said.
He nodded. "Sure," he said, "who wouldn't? You are so very pretty. Nobody has such a young and pretty mother."
Her smile of pleasure practically dazzled him, she was sure. And she tried to explain her needs to him, she tried to persuade him that she could understand his need to masturbate and she could even understand how smelling her soiled underwear might do something for him, too.
"You won't ever have to do something like that again, dear," she said. "Unless it is just something you want to do for the sake of novelty. You are built very nicely for such a young man and I intend to enjoy you and all that you can do for me. We will have some very wonderful times. And we will begin right after I get up and get dressed."
The look on his face told her clearly that he was not too happy about her getting dressed. She smiled at him and she touched his cheek with her little hand. "There will be time for all things," she said. "Just let me work it all out my way and I promise you we will both have a wonderful time. All right?"
They talked some more and his willingness to cooperate with her was very well established in a hurry. She put her hand inside his robe and he was naked beneath it. She found his privates and as soon as she began playing with them, his legs fell apart almost automatically. She smiled at him as she began manipulating his stiff cock, and when he began to squirm and whimper in quick pleasure, she smiled up, at him and then she bent over so that she could take his cock into her mouth.
She lost her cool then and she began giving him head while she shivered and her mind went haywire. She realized that he was patting her head and the groans of pleasure that escaped from him were as loud as her own. She was tasting the material flowing from his organ and she wanted to make it last as long as she could, but her own passions got in the way and she was sucking him too fiercely to be denied.
She could feel the throbbing in his cock and her fingertips were jerking him off with feverish haste. Then he was spurting into her mouth, drenching her tongue and her throat and she moved with a quick, convulsive motion and it seemed that she was trying to actually swallow his spurting organ. She was unable to stop sucking him while he was coming and she disposed of his honey in short order. With a sigh of pure bliss, she wriggled herself into a position of great comfort between his legs and then she went after more of the nectar he seemed to give so easily.
She found that she liked to feel his plump breasts and his buttocks, too, and as she drained his loins for the second time she realized that she was able to enjoy everything that she was doing to him. The wetness was between her own legs and she knew that she was flowing steadily, heavily, food she could feel each delicious orgasm as it occurred and she was glad that she was the type that could experience many orgasms of varying intensity while she was sucking him off. She counted that a very real blessing.
She stopped after his second eruption and she bent forward so that she could find his mouth and the kiss that she planted on his lips was not anything like a mother's kiss.
It pleased her to notice that he enjoyed her kiss and reacted to it with an ardor of his own. There was a great deal of passion in their kiss and when she took her mouth away he gave her a shy, almost bashful look. "I love you, Mother," he said. "I love you so much."
She smiled at that. "I'm so glad that you do, and, of course, I love you, too. But wouldn't you feel better if you called me Nona?"
He smiled and she patted his cheek. She suggested that he get up and fix himself some breakfast. He stood up and paused before going off to the kitchen. He asked if she would like him to fix her some breakfast and she laughed at him affectionately. "I've just had some breakfast," she said archly. "Now you run along and I will get into something and join you."
When she went into the bathroom, she was a bit surprised to discover that she was humming. She was decidedly happy and she was sure that the day ahead would be remarkably pleasant. She stood naked in front of her mirror while she applied a liberal amount of her depilatory to the areas under her arms and then to her pubic area, too. When she was ready to, step into the shower the stream of water washed it all away and any hair stubble that might have existed on her pubis vanished. She thought about the wispy hair that was growing around Bertie's privates and she decided that she would use the depilatory on him, too. She would spend hours licking and kissing his privates and the area around them and the hair would be a distraction and it would also lessen the tactile responses possible. She was humming again as she thought of all the grand things that she and Bertie would do for the rest of the day.
She put on a tight sweater and the fabric outlined her breasts in a way that would most certainly inflame Bertie. She put a pair of hot pants on, too, so he could get an eyeful of her lovely white thighs. Knowing that she would probably flow heavily all day, she used a sanitary napkin to shield her slit and gather the fruits of her efforts with Bertie.
That was all a wasted effort because things did not work as she had planned them. She never did know just how the day became changed for her and Bertie, but her determination to postpone any actual physical contact with him did not hold. She supposed that it was her own doing, but Bertie was so tractable, so willing, and so very much impressed by her beauty, she never really had a chance.
She joined him in the kitchen. Her hair was brushed and shining, tied back in a pony tail, and her lipstick was light, her eyes made up carefully, too. She looked like a very pretty teenager and she knew it. When she sat down and she saw the way he was looking at her breasts, she smiled and a thrill of real pleasure swept through her. "Am I pretty, Bertie, dear?" she asked.
He nodded his head and she laughed at his eager response. "Oh, yes," he said. "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, Nona. So very pretty."
She laughed at him, softly, indulgently. "How many girls have you seen, dear?"
He shrugged. "Maybe I haven't seen them without their clothes on," he said, "but I have seen lots of them. You are even prettier than any of the girls in school."
"I'm so glad that you think so," she said, smiling.
She reached under the table and her hand slipped inside his robe and she began playing with his balls and his cock. He became erect in seconds and then he was squirming. She bent forward and her mouth found his and she kissed him hotly, her tongue sliding into his mouth. She was moving her hand up and down on his cock and he groaned and then he was coming and she could feel the warm drops all over her hand. She slid to the floor and then she was licking his honey from her hand and his belly. She began sucking him off some more while he squirmed and moaned and his hand held the top of her head. She knew that he was enjoying her efforts immensely.
She popped him again and lingered to savor his abundant discharge, then she got back into her chair and she let him pour her some more coffee. She lit a cigarette, happy, sated temporarily.
"Bertie, dear," she said, "I am going to keep you home here with me all day and I am going to spend the whole day enjoying my handsome young male. You won't think I'm terrible, will you?"
He shook his head and he smiled, too. "Oh, no, Nona," he said. "I want to do that, too."
A few minutes later she got up from the breakfast table, and she took his hand and led him into the bedroom. When she told him to take his robe off and lie down on her bed, he obeyed her without saying a word. She bent over him and her mouth found his and they kissed. Soon they were necking hotly and his cock was hard and throbbing in her fist. She let it go because she was afraid that he would come and she didn't want that at that particular time.
She moved away from him and she told him to relax. There were certain things that she wanted to do to him and for him. When she slipped the towel beneath his hips he looked a bit puzzled. She explained that she was going to remove the hair in his sexual area so that she could bring him greater pleasures when she kissed and licked him in that region. He let her do as she wished and she shaved his crotch then applied the depilatory lotion. When he was as bare as a child, she used her tongue and her lips to bring him new and greater thrills than he had ever known before.
He was a big boy and she realized that she was not going to be able to postpone enjoying all of the sexual pleasures possible in the situation. She was on the Pill anyway, so she was able to think about the pleasure she could know if she let him fuck her. She loved a honey kiss and she was sure that he would gladly fuck her and then go down on her and bring his honey to her waiting lips with real delight. She was shaking as she began necking him again, and when her hand began manipulating him, his groans warned her that he was ready to pop. She slid down into the V of his crotch and her mouth began its practiced assault upon his nerves and his sensitive flesh. She forced him into spending enormously while she knelt and gorged herself on the fruits of his over-stimulated loins.
She tried to be ladylike and relatively calm, but she was not able to do that. Her body and her glands reacted to the taste of his honey and she shook and shuddered, experiencing great erotic ecstasies, while her own glands outdid themselves and her avid hungers for more and more of her young boy's sap turned her into an animal. She could hear the odd noises that she was making and she knew that she was hurting him with the force of her suction but she was unable to ease off. Each time her nimble tongue and her expert mouth forced another batch of his semen from him, she savored it and then devoured it and tried for more. Always more.
It was lunch time when she finally lifted her head and she saw that Bertie was almost asleep. His cock was limp and red and she wondered if she had been too greedy. She was aware of a feeling of great bliss and well-being and she knew that she had enjoyed herself to the utmost.
Bertie stirred after a while and he sat up and she could see that he was just fine. He smiled at her and when she kissed him he shivered. She sat back and stared at his overworked privates and he knew that she was looking at him there and she was delighted when she saw that his cock began to move and then it was hard. He was ready again and she was not.
She squeezed his hard-on and then she let go and she stood up. Her crotch was soaked, in spite of the napkin she had nestled against her slit. She almost waddled as she moved away from him and headed for the bathroom.
When she returned to the bedroom she found him sitting up in the bed, smoking one of her cigarettes. That surprised her. She had not known that he smoked, but as she watched him, she knew that he had obviously been smoking for a long time now. "You didn't tell me that you smoked," she said.
"You never asked me," he said.
She sat down on the bed and her hand clasped his cock and she was pleasantly surprised to see that it was still hard. He wriggled and giggled as she plucked at his balls with her nails and her fingers shaped like claws. He liked that; she knew that he did and it was one of her favorite little tricks. "We will have some lunch now," she said. "Then we can have some more fun afterwards."
She let him help her prepare their lunch and when he wanted to put his trousers on, she told him not to do it. "I like to look at your lovely cock and balls," she said, smiling. "You are nicely made between your legs and I get a nice little charge out of looking at you. You stay naked and I will just make sure that the drapes are drawn. You can be a nudist today."
She suspected that he liked walking around naked and his hairless genitals were alluring to her. She knew that he was straining his eyes, trying to see her breasts, and she decided that she was doing herself a disservice by trying to withhold herself.
They sat down and ate sandwiches and drank milk and then she fixed coffee for them and they sat, smoking and dawdling at the table. She patted his hand and her smile practically glowed. "You have made me very happy, Bertie, dear," she said. "I just can't deny you anything now, not after the wonderful pleasures you have given me, so when we go back to the bedroom, you many do anything at all that you like to me. Fair enough?"
He nodded and his face was white and he was suddenly shaking with passions that he could not control. She leaned close to him and kissed his soft wet mouth and he shivered. His arms went around her and she could feel the great strength in his embrace. He was suddenly a most satisfactory lover and she could not wait for them to get back to the things that she had in mind. He was just as eager so she suggested that they carry their coffee cups with them.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and when she stood close to him, he put his arms around her. She expected him to reach for her breasts but his natural timidity prevented that. She had to take his hands in her own and place them on the firm, rubbery protuberances under her sweater. She watched his reaction, gazing into his eyes and seeing the excitement sparkling there. She took his hands away, then lifted her sweater. He was staring at her naked breasts and she was absolutely astonished when he began spurting all over himself. She had had no idea that he could be so sexually excited just by looking at her bare breasts.
She knelt and licked the material from his thighs and his belly and then she placed his hands upon her breasts again. She was writhing in sustained delight as his hands caressed her sensitive flesh with great care. He was so excited his whole body was shaking and she knew that he would pop again shortly unless she did something sensible about relieving him.
She found his mouth with her lips and they kissed hotly and sweetly as she whispered against his mouth. "I will suck you off first," she said, "then you can suck my titties and I will show you how to make love to a girl."
He didn't answer her and she slid down and began sucking on his overexcited organ. He popped easily and then she slid upwards in the bed and she let him suck one breast, then the other. She kept him at that for a long time, and while he was doing that to her, she was handling his cock and his balls and she wondered if he would ever peter out. He was inexhaustible and so was she.
She could feel a new and greater excitement rising in her loins and she ached with the desire to show him her most intimate parts, to feel his touch there, to feel his tongue and his mouth there, too. And, perhaps, she would feel the bigness of his young cock in her there, too.
She was sitting on her legs, quivering with erotic pleasures as his mouth sucked her breasts and his fingers handled them reverently, caressingly. She was wetting herself and she didn't care. She clutched his head to her bare chest as he licked and sucked her sensitive flesh. She wanted to say something to him but she just couldn't manage a word.
She fell backwards and he managed to straddle her chest somehow. His cock was slippery, drenched by its own outpourings. She squeezed it between her breasts and he seemed to know what to do. He began shifting his hips and she was squirming and twitching in an excess of erotic glee. He was close to coming in short order, she knew, and when he thrust himself forward, she got her mouth over the head of his cock, then she gave it a lick and let him pull away from her mouth. She licked him at the end of each thrust and she shuddered as he rammed his cock into her mouth. Then he was coming and she was devouring him and the two of them shook violently as he culminated, then collapsed, too depleted and tired to sit up anymore. He fell onto his side on the bed and she sat up and gazed down at him, loving him deeply and very sincerely. He was such a good boy, such a dear boy, and she was such a bad mother, lusting after her own flesh and blood. She decided that she would have to accept that mantle and she was not too greatly upset by the thought. She reached out and gathered Bertie's cock and balls into her fingers and she played with him while she waited for him to get his breath back.
He sat up and she gave him a dazzling smile. She ht a cigarette and gave it to him. She asked him if he was getting tired and he shook his head. The long, blond hair bounced around on his shoulders and she was again impressed by the girlishness that was visible in him.
She sat back against the headboard of the bed and she had her long, lovely legs crossed. He was looking at her crotch and she could see that he was becoming aroused anew.
"Bertie, dear," she said softly, "would you like to take my pants off and see what a pretty little cunt I have for you?"
She laughed when she saw that he was too excited and unnerved to answer her. She moved her legs and then she unbuttoned the side flap on her shorts. He put his shaking hands on her and she saw that he was not going to do what had to be done. She lifted her hips and whisked her shorts off. She laid back then, her transparent panties showing him every line and fold of her hairless cleft. She was shocked to see that he was weeping as he stared at her sex and she realized that he was just too excited to be able to function properly. She took his hand and placed it over her mound and then he sobbed and his hand moved and he was feeling her wet little slit. She took his hand and shoved it inside of her pants and as soon as she felt his palm against her smooth pubis, she came, shaking and gasping with an excess of sensual pleasure. She was sure that she was exceptionally thrilled by his reactions to her little clam and she knew that he was so stiff and eager with his cock that he would probably spurt all over everything before she could get him into her mouth, but she was too thrilled with what they were doing to care.
She skinned her panties off and then she opened her legs and she could see that he was eating her up with his eyes. She wanted much more than that from him. She pulled his face close to her own and then he was kissing her and she could feel his whole body trembling. She was darting her tongue in and out of his mouth and he was kissing her that way too. She knew that he spilled, too overwrought to contain himself, and then she was placing his mouth against her breasts and whispering to him, giving him very detailed instructions.
"Kiss me, darling," she whispered. "Suck me. You make me burn up when you kiss me, dear."
He was sucking her breasts and kneading them with his hands and when she pushed his face downwards he seemed to know exactly what she wanted next. She was sopping between her legs, she knew, and her thighs were slippery with the excessive juices. She worried for a moment that he would find her crotch repulsive, or if the odor of her genitals would be unappealing to him. She need not have worried. His face slid between her legs, he moaned and his long body squirmed as he began tasting the juices between her legs. She was moaning, too, aching with the desire to tell him how to make love to her and she could not speak, but it was all right; he was doing very nicely by himself. His mouth glued itself to her feverish slit and she felt his hot, slippery tongue sliding into her tiny opening and she began coming in his mouth, overcome by a brand-new sensation. He was cupping her sweetly shaped buttocks in his palms and she could tell that he was feasting in her crotch and she sighed as a fierce onslaught of exceptionally powerful orgasms began in her. He was sucking her flesh, using tongue and lips and a tremendous vacuum-like suction to draw the sweetness of her loins into his hungry mouth. She tried to hold onto her senses so that she could enjoy his efforts but there was nothing she could do about her own loss of control.
His tongue was pushing her closer and closer to a pinnacle of extreme ecstasy and she could feel the way his lips were teasing her clit and triggering many orgasms that kept drenching his tongue steadily. Then she was shrieking her whole being shaking in a fit of violent sexual agitation greater than anything she had ever experienced and she lost all control over her organs. She was coming with great shuddering spasms of pure erotic ecstasy. She wet herself and it went all over him and he never noticed, perhaps he devoured it, she never knew and at the moment she didn't care. Her body was being torn apart by the vicious agitation her responses were triggering and she knew that she loved Bertie deeply, sweetly, and, as the final surges of an ecstasy too great to endure pushed her into the limbo of semi-consciousness, she knew that Bertie was a boy who loved cunt with glorious ardor. And that pleased her. With his long hair and girlish ways, she had worried just a bit.
She sprawled on the bed on her back and she knew that he was still licking her inner thighs and her crotch and he kept licking her slit, pausing to slip his tongue into the tight little cavity and she was so delighted by his efforts that she could not stifle the urge to kiss him. She found his face with her hands and she drew him up to her so that she could kiss him. She smiled into his face and when she pressed her lips to his mouth she could taste the wetness of her own juices. It was a taste that she liked.
"I love you, dear," she said, whispering. "I am so glad that you like cunt. So glad."
"I do," he said, fervently. "You are so beautiful, so very young and so very sweet. I love you, too."
He was on his knees between her legs and when she put her hand down to feel him, she found that he had an enormous hard-on standing stiffly against his belly. She grasped him and then she was shifting her hips and he was sliding into her. As his cock slipped into her tight little sheath, a tiny scream of pure joy escaped her. He was thrusting against her and she was slamming her bottom against his thighs and they were both soaked with sweat, slipping and sliding against each other's nudity. She was soaring and swooping in a vast chamber of new and exceptional ecstasies and she could feel herself cresting and gathering, then she was screeching and yelping like an animal in its death throes as she came and he did, too. They kept on bursting and throbbing against each other's loins and then felt him bursting in her again. She was handling his balls, squeezing them, clawing them in a well-learned and practiced way and she was forcing him into new and even greater splendors. Then it was over and he collapsed on top of her and she was stroking his wet back, loving him, glorying in the dying vestiges of exceptional and unimagined bliss.
She was weak, too worn and wearied by exaggerated thrills and bodily excesses to be aware of the details of exactly what was what. She didn't care what was what. She held Bertie in her arms and he held her and they gradually grew cold and dry and the perspiration on their overworked bodies became a rancid, sour smell that was alive and annoying in the room.
"We need a shower, darling," she said finally, whispering into his ear. He stirred and then he sat up and she saw, with some dismay, that he had a hard-on again. She shook her head in frank amazement. She reached for his hand and she tugged and he got off the bed. He joined her in the shower and she let him soap her body and she did as much for him. They aroused each other anew and when they were dry and fresh again, she lay down on the bed and opened her legs so that he could examine her female equipment as intently as he desired.
His touch on the delicate petals guarding her opening, and his handling of her clitoris started her off again and she began to squirm and wriggle in delicious excitement. He looked up at her and he smiled. He moved forward, his mouth slid over her entire vulva and then he was sliding his tongue in and out of her hole and her hips were lifting and shuddering, arching and twisting and she began coming all over again. As his lips and tongue and loving hands brought her a brand-new session of intense sexual bliss, she patted his soft blond hair and she kept on crooning words of love and affection and when he tongued her flesh with frenzied zeal, she screamed and yelped and then she spent, her flesh clenching and relaxing with fierce reaction to excessive stimulation. She was in a wondrous place for a time, a distant land where sensation was all and her body experienced its agonized frenzies in times of utter ecstasy.
He was learning things about her and she gasped in outrage when he slipped his wet finger into her asshole, but as sensation began there, her cries turned to sounds of exaggerated joy. His tongue was exciting her cunt and his finger was in the other place and she was a living, breathing bundle of pure anguish and absolute sexual bliss.
She was grateful to him, there were so many things she would like to do to him so that she could repay him for the fabulous thrills he was giving to her, but she was not able to think about such things for very long. He moved in the bed and she could see his stiff cock. She reached out and captured it. Then she moved under him and when she lifted his knee so that she could slide under his hips and begin sucking his cock, he was very willing to cooperate in any way.
She reached up and captured his dangling balls and as she began plucking at them and tickling them, her mouth slid up and down on his twitching prong and she began swallowing his first offering, but that was only the beginning. She was like a person dehydrated by too long a stay in the desert and her mouth and cheeks clamped his organ in a tight sheath and she began sucking him with a greed that was inhuman. She was forcing his juices from him and he did not complain.
He was busy with her loins, too, and even as her orgasms began and throbbed and spilled into his hungry vacuum, she wriggled herself into a position of comfort, convinced that the night would pass and find them too busy with ecstasy to notice. She realized that he was constantly toying with her asshole, occasionally she could feel his tongue trying to enter and the sensation was one of great magnitude, producing an orgasm each time she felt it. He was becoming expert with her most intimate flesh and she was sure that that would be a real blessing.
She used her fingertip in his asshole, too, and there came a time when she feasted upon him as shamelessly as any vampire. He reached a state where he was flowing steadily, a thin stream of his sap, and while she knew that there would be no orgasm for him for a while, her tongue and clinging mouth had worked so expertly that his over-stimulated loins simply expelled a constant stream of his fluids.
She knew that people reached such a state and she knew that there was a medical name for such a condition, but she just didn't care about that. She was not doing anything to hurt Bertie. She was just delighting him and he was delighting her and she sighed as she experienced a moment of great bliss and pure happiness. A few moments later she fell sound asleep.