Chapter 6
MOTHER AGAIN
I was one nervous little damn sailor when that train pulled slowly around the long curve into the station at home. I was scared to death about meeting Mother, and finding her a real sick, and much older looking woman. Or, hell, she might have died since the last time I'd heard from her. I hadn't any time between the ship and the train to call her in San Francisco. I had downed about half a fifth and I still felt like I was about to crack up when the train pulled to a stop in the station.
I wish I could tell you my reaction when I saw Mother waiting for me out there on the platform. I was speechless, man, and if I left a lot of empty space two or three paragraphs long, maybe that would help you understand.
Damn! It was like a miracle! I was back to feeling just great again. There she was dressed up like a beauty queen in a green dress that fit every curve of her body-and, I mean, they were the same curves I had left, too-and was she ever beautiful. Oh, what a beautiful, wonderful sight, man.
It was true that she'd had the cirrhosis problems, and she had been through pure hell, but I think mainly she'd just pulled a good con job to get me back, and I loved her for it. It was great to be back.
Of course, Mom had a load on that day she met me there at the train, too, but we were hugging and kissing like sweethearts after we got in a cab to go home. Hell, I forgot all I ever knew about Mama-san and Jo-san for a while, because the minute we got home and Mother began undressing, my cock was up like a damn flagpole.
She hadn't changed a bit, and I guess one reason she looked so extra good was that she was so happy to have me back home. I watched her undress and I was looking at the most gorgeous female body in the world again. Man! She got as far as her garterbelt and girdle, and I was right on my knees eating it, and pussy never tasted any better!
We dragged each other into her bedroom and we were screwing ... I mean really fucking with half our clothes still on. All that day, all that night, all the next day, and I think about half of the next night. We couldn't get enough sex from each other, it was so damn good. We just stayed in that bed fucking, sucking, ass playing, licking ... and, hell, we even took a little time out to have a bite to eat and a drink or two. Mother said she hadn't felt so good since the day I left, and when the weekend was over, she started back on her job again for the first time in months.
Mother and I had sex as much as two or three times a day for the first few weeks. I was never so glad to get back to something so good in all my life. I know it was a week or more until I even thought about Jo-san and Mama-san again, then one night when Mother and Donna and I were lying up in bed together after two good fucks, Mom started asking me about sex over there.
Well, I started telling Mom and Donna about Mamasan and Jo-san, and both of them got turned on and flipped, man! Damn, Mom got to sucking hard on one of Donna's tits; and then she'd grab my cock and finger it and handle it, and get a finger up my sensitive, sexy asshole. Oh, man, she got hot the more I talked about it, and the things she said that I remember were:
"How much hair did the little girl have on her pussy, darling? Oh ... a bald pussy. So young. Um-mm-um, I'd love to lick and suck one so young.
"Jack, did they eat each other? Oh, darling, I'm going to pop! Tell me you ate her ... the little girl ... how she tasted?
"Oh, honey, lets get us a little girl again. Why didn't you write me all about the lovely mother and her daughter you were fucking? Oh, it sounds so wonderful, I just wish we had the money to send for them to come live with us...."
Mom was so psyched by all this that she wanted us to dramatize it, you know ... re-create it, kind of. She wanted to play the part of Jo-san and let Donna be Mama-san. I'd direct it, you know, just like it was a play or movie (I wish to hell I'd had sense enough to take pictures and make movies of us over there on Okinawa ... I could have made a fortune). I'd start fucking Donna and she'd throw those big long legs around me, and Mother would pull off my pants and go to work on us down there with her mouth and tongue ... just like Josan did. Then, we'd switch around, and Mother wanted me to keep talking about Jo-san and Mama-san, except when I was sucking one of their delicious cunts or tits.
That damn booze would get to Mom every once in a while again, and this made me worry a lot, because I thought my coming home was going to straighten her out. She'd drink and we'd swing all weekend, and she'd make it to work Monday all right, but then every once in a while she'd crap out and have to go to the hospital again. A lot of the same old crowd was swinging with us, and there were a lot of new faces (and bodies and cunts and cocks and tits), too. Wife-swapping was big right then, you know, because this wasn't too damn very long ago. We had some couples (some were married), a few single girls (but they usually brought dates), and the goddamn men always looking for a free ride and thinking that if they come as a single, all the women are going to go ape over them. And sometimes, you know, it was good to have some extra men, because one man comes and he's dead for a half hour usually, unless he's real good at eating it, and I've known some parties where they invite two or three extra men just to keep the women supplied with hard cock as much as they want it But the drinking still bugged me, gnawed away at me inside, you know. I went to see a psychiatrist about it and he wanted to get her into therapy right away, but I knew Mom would reject that and probably be angry as hell at me for going to a shrink behind her back. With my security clearance too, it would have been pretty bad news for any information about our private sex lives to get in the wrong hands. I know you can trust most psychiatrists, but then a lot of them hold a reserve commission in one of the services, too. I was just so damn vulnerable.
Doc, I was getting in a real tight bind, and it was me who was getting nervous and shaky and drinking too damn much. Hell, I'd always guzzled beer, you know, ever since I went in the Navy, but it was those fifths of Bourbon and gin that were disappearing out of our liquor cabinet so much that worried me. Mom was still boozing it, but I was catching up with her. And I guess you could say that things got worse before they got better. There was plenty of swinging activity, okay, and a lot of new people, like I said. There was Danny and Lola, Brad and Sherry, Pete and Wihna, Kenny and Alice. They were all married, I think, then Donna and Mom and I were always there, and Bernie and Max, and other guys who were always trying to muzzle in.
At that time, nobody except Donna knew that my steady date was really my Mother, and that was something we always used to get a kick out of. Well, there was Charlie and Barry, I think they knew, but the rest of them didn't know or care, because it wasn't at all unusual for some young stud like me to be kept by an older woman and come to the parties. I guess they just figured that Mom was a doll in her thirties who liked to shack with young sailors for cock. They figured I was just a guy stationed there in town who had found himself a sweet deal and could screw and suck like an expert and was weird enough to do all of these things because he had been to all the big sex ports in the world. I don't think most of them gave a shit one way or another. Swingers are real cautious people and they all have their kinks, so they don't make a thing about other people ... unless it psychs them and they know they're not causing any offense.
We had a lot of guys who didn't mind a blow job from another man at all, or they wanted to fuck me in the asshole, which feels damn sexy if a guy knows how to do it right. The real gay guys are best, because that's their life, but some of the bisexual guys can make it hot to. You know, I think there's a little gay stuff on both sides in a lot of the swinging that goes on today, particularly when you get six or more people together all messing with each other (or maybe a threesome where there's got to be a little gay something somewhere).
Oh, hell, I know I used to get psyched out of my skin watching a woman or young gal get down and suck Mom's tits, go down her undulating belly and then fish for the lips in that dark patch of hair with her hot tongue. Sometimes, oh, damn, some doll like Sherry would be eating Mom while a guy was on one tit, a gal like Donna on another, and she was reaching around for cocks to feel, while some guy was straddling her face and feeding her cock, or a gal was getting her pussy eaten better than ever in her lifetime. Man, I could just go into a sex fit watching something like that and jacking off, but I always had some live cock or cunt to take care of while I was watching.
You know, Donna was pretty damn perverted, and she would go along with just about anything Mother and I, or the worse weirdos, would come up with. She'd stand aside by me a lot while six or eight people were working on Mom, and we'd both talk the hottest fucking sex we could think of to each other and watch the expression on Mom's face and all. What I dug real great was to see her twisting her body around and crying out, and I mean just having one screaming orgasm after another. There was nothing as good as watching Mom have her super orgasms and really enjoying herself as the sex queen of a swinging fuck party.
It couldn't be a damn secret forever. It had to happen sometime. Mother used to always call me "Honey," or just "Jack," and I always called her "Margie," like everybody else did. But there was a little slip up one time when I was hunting for some towels out in the hall closet after about five guys had come all over her in a jack off contest. I yelled, "Hey, Mom! Where are the damn towels?"
That might have passed by if Mother had been sharper than me at that moment, but she was loaded and sexy, and she instinctively called back to me, "Oh, Jack, you're as helpless a man as your damn father was. Honey, they're in the linen closet right by the bathroom door!"
You could have heard a damn pin drop, man. Nothing but dead, dead, dead silence, because it had all come out so natural that nobody there could have any doubts about it being an accident. I can remember a couple of the girls looking real weird, smiling, curious, like the idea sounded kind of way-out sexy to them and they were caught off guard. The men? Hell, they were all shook up by finding out that I was Margie's son. It was a blast, man, and I can remember hearing remarks like these:
Tony said, "Mother and son! Jesus Christ, what a beautiful thing. Let's see you love her again, Jack. Fuck her lovingly, Jack ... while the idea's still fresh ... mother and son ... oh-oh...."
Pete commented, "I always wanted to see a woman like Margie go down on her daughter ... get a hard-on listening to Jack tell about his Okinawa deal ... but this! Oh, you two are the greatest!"
Even Wilma liked the idea and mellowed with, "Mmmmm, now I've seen it all! How deliciously evil."
That Wilma was a sweet little twenty-four-year-old redhead, Doc, and when she said that it turned me on double. I could just see the crazy ideas going around in that sexy cunt's face. It psyched her so damn much-the idea about Margie being my mother-that she started rubbing her naked belly and smacking her lips, and then I watched her hand get lower and lower until she dived into her cunt with two fingers. She had goose pimples all over and her husband came over there and, man, did he throw the meat to her and they both creamed off in about ten seconds flat. I wish to hell I'd had a stopwatch.
As soon as I shot off in Mother and let her muscles milk it all out, I went over and began to eat Wilma. Oh, damn, she had good pussy and that red, red hair made it all the sweeter. I didn't care whether she'd washed up from her old man's cock. Hell, you know me, Doc, I like the crazy stuff, and so did Wilma. She turned around and got my limp cock in her mouth and started to blow it up again.
That wasn't any easy job at that moment, because I was pooped ... long day, and a lot of activity at the party. Anyway, we were sixty-nining sideways and I guess we were going after it so hard that we got to be the exhibition. Everybody was coming over to cheer us on. "Come on, Wilma! Suck it up ... get it up-up-up," her husband coaxed. It got to be a real game and we were sweating like hell and, man, I had a mouthful of cream and a few of her red hairs in my mouth and still eating away. I love cunt like that.
Finally, my cook started growing and it didn't take long. She was sucking, tonguing, and had two fingers up my ass as far as they'd go. Oh, man, she knew how to turn me on and with my sex feelings back, I was sexy all over to shoot off in that pretty mouth of hers. Everybody cheered when she took it out long enough for them to see it was hard, and they cheered again when we both started yelling that we were coming. That crazy cunt, she grabbed my cock with two fingers and pulled it just outside her mouth so that I shot into her mouth so they could crowd around and watch, and a lot of it just splashed on her cheeks and chin and lips, but Donna got down there to lick her clean of it and, hell, one thing led to another and they kissed, and in a couple of minutes there was another show-Donna flat-fucking Wilma. I just loved to watch that redhead's ass push up and the muscles in her thighs and ass get all tense, pushing her cunt up to Donna. Damn, if Wilma didn't have about two orgasms with Donna, too.
There was never any jealousy on my part. Hell, you can't have jealousy in swinging and feel real free about it. I liked to watch Mother fucking or having sex with other people, you know, because that's part of it, what psychs me up good. But Mother, I could tell was getting jealous a little bit whenever she thought somebody else liked me a little too much or vice-versa.
Well, I got to liking Wilma a hell of a lot, and I'd go over to her place and fuck her during my lunch hour sometimes because she lived near the little Navy base where I worked. Her husband, Pete, knew all about it and never complained, but Mother started throwing a damn fit. At a party sometimes, Wilma and I would go off to a bedroom and you wouldn't see us until the party was over, and the first time I did that, Mother threw such a damn fit that I moved into my billet at the Navy barracks for three weeks and never even called her.
Another time, Donna won almost a thousand bucks at the track one afternoon and she asked me to come down to Florida with her for a week, which was an idea I liked because I could see the two of us seducing some young gal in a hot bikini we'd meet on the beach. I think Donna was half kidding, you see, but I admitted the idea sounded sexy.
Man, did Mom hit the fan! It was like all hell was breaking loose, so it was back to the barracks for me again, and I stayed over two weeks. That was all I could ever take though, because the sex scene was nothing without the crowd we knew ... and Mother. I got a few pieces of straight ass from a couple of girls at the office, but they were so damn straight, you know, that when I wanted to go down on their nice little pussies, they thought it was dirty.
Like I told you, I never got jealous or mad about Mother doing anything she wanted with the others. But there was one time when my even temper really hit the fan too. It happened this night Donna and I were in my bedroom really balling it, man. You know, sometimes a fuck is just a fuck, but other times you can really get with it and go on and on and on, and you never want it to stop. This was one of those great ones and we were right in the middle of it when all of a sudden I heard glasses crashing and a lot of cursing and yelling.
At first, I thought it was corning from the living room, because I knew two or three couples out there had been hitting the bottle a lot that night. But, hell no! The noise was coming from Mom's bedroom! She was in there with that goddamn Tony Ricco and he had tried to get sadistic with her ... fucking her in the ass with an oversize dildo that had little pins sticking out of it, while he was slapping and mauling her tits.
Well, when I first got in the room, I saw they were fighting, so I jumped right in and separated them, figuring I'd just sit there until the bastard got his clothes on and bugged. But, hell, no. Tony was itching for a damn fight.
"You fucking two-bit swabby!" he cursed at me with fury. "I used to mop up the flight deck with little pricks like you!"
I guess Tony thought he was back in World War Two when he'd been a fighter pilot in the Marine Corps. He took a lunge toward me and was going to throw a fast right, but I saw it coming, and I ducked and got him deep
... I mean deep and hard in the damn gut with a one-two. He slumped back and he was out of breath for a couple of seconds.
When he came back up, he was holding a chair by one leg and got me with it right over the head and shoulders. Damn, I was lucky it was just that fragile thing Mother kept at her vanity table. I was bleeding and had a pretty bad bruise on my scalp, man, but that only made me madder. But the son of a bitch didn't telegraph his punch when he came right at me the next time. Bam! Right in my face where I was bleeding. Man, I felt like I was gonna die, but I got madder at that son of a bitch then ever. I figured it was all or nothing then and if the cops came nobody would dare tell it was a sexy party. They'd all back me and say Tony was mistreating my Mother.
My memory draws a blank when I try to figure out exactly where I hit or what, but the next thing I do remember was that several of the guys from downstairs had come up and they were holding me back and Tony was lying in the corner like a bloody corpse. Man, his face was shot ... his nose was broken. He was about to choke to death then, because his false teeth were stuck down in his throat. The others washed him up and helped him get into his clothes. He was a married guy, so we didn't think he'd cause any trouble for us. And we never heard anything about that from that son of a bitch again.
After that, and the fact that she knew I'd haul ass back to the barracks if she got a jealous kick on again, there wasn't any more problem like that for a long time. It was pretty soon after the fight with Tony that I met this girl, Connie, and became real interested in her in more ways than just for sex.
I met Connie at the NCO Club when she was dating this damn Marine Sergeant, and when they split up, I took over. She was twenty-one years old, brunette, with a body just as cute as hell. You know, she had those kind of tits that tilt upwards when she stood up naked. They weren't real big, just right for her size, and the brown part around the nipples stuck out too, which psyched me, man. They were so damn nice to eat and suck on.
Connie, I guess you could say, was a pretty normal young kid who worked in an office and enjoyed life ... young and pretty ... extra pretty, healthy, fresh, clean. Now, she wasn't a saint, because she'd been around the usual for a girl her age, and I fucked her on about the third date, and then regularly.
But this was a normal thing at first, see. Connie thought swinging meant to go to a playground and swing in the swings. She was straight, but damn sexy, and the nights I screwed her were when Mom would be out at a party and I'd take her home, or we'd go to her little apartment with her roommate was out on a late date.
I introduced Connie to Mother, of course, and Connie really liked her. She'd come over for supper or Sunday dinner, and Mother was teaching her how to do this new kind of shorthand so she could be promoted to a stenographer or secretary. Connie would come over just about any time she wanted to, but we kept her away from Donna and the parties.
You know what a perverted bastard I am, so you probably won't be surprised to find out that I wanted to try to get a nice girl like Connie into swinging and stuff like that. But all I could think about when I got sexy with her, or if I was fucking Mom or just jacking off, was what it would be like to watch Connie ... that sweet young body getting sucked and eaten and screwed, and having Mom and Donna give her the works. Mother never said it out straight to me, but I could tell by the way she looked at Connie that she wanted to get next to her.
Mom would do things like buying her a bikini as a present, say the day before we were going to the beach, and then she'd go in the bedroom with her to help her put it on and all. You know how Mother liked sweet, young cunt, man, so I knew this was going to break sometime soon.
Finally, I got to talking a Utile to Connie about the more way-out kinds of sex. See, she was sexy as hell at fucking and sucking, really passionate. Up to her apartment, see, I used to get her to sit up on this dressing table with the big mirror, and she'd lean back, supporting herself on her hands, and her legs were over the edge, and I'd walk up right in between her thighs and let my cock slide right into her juicy little cunt.
I liked to fuck Connie real slow and easy, and she liked it, too, man, just great. We'd talk about sex and loving and look at ourselves to the side in the mirror. Oh, man, I just loved to watch my dick going in and out of her young pussy, in between that neat little patch of black hair ... and suck a little titty every once in a while and tell her how nice they were and how pretty she was and how nice her body was all over. After a while, Connie began to really dig the sexy talk and it began to psych her when she could come up with some moving statements like:
"Oh, Jack, honey, I love it when I can see your cock enter my body ... see you become a part of me ... see our bodies unite. I love you, Jack ... do you love me? Do you think I'm the best? Do you ever get hard only looking at my body ... only looking?"
I'd tell her I did, of course, and tell her how sexy each old of flesh in her cunt was and that her tits were the best I've ever sucked, and I could get a hard-on and jack off sometimes when I was alone, just from thinking about her.
Connie could have five or six orgasms when we had a good long talking fuck that way, and I finally got her to yell "Shit!" when she would come with me. Man, that was a great way to climax, and I think it psyched hell out of me to hear that sweet kid say "Shit!"
I guess what I'm trying to say is that no matter what we did together, or how far I could get her to go-and she let me lick her asshole a lot and get my tongue inside so I figured I'd assfuck her eventually-this idea of swinging, she thought was completely abnormal. Like she said to me one afternoon, "Honey, anything you and I do together is good, because we love each other. I suck you off and swallow your come, don't I? I'm learning to put my tongue in your ass ... and I'm going to try to let you fuck me there, if that's what you really want so bad. But, honey, orgies with other people like that are sinful! All that adultery ... oh, no, I just couldn't take it, Jack."
If I wasn't so perverted and psycho, Doc, I would have been able to appreciate a girl like Connie, loved her maybe. But when the word "love" gets into the picture in a way that's strictly not foe the sex mood of the moment, I get scared. I wasn't bored with sex with Connie, hell, no, but I was really obsessed with the idea of introducing her to swinging and getting sucked all over by Mother and Donna, but I finally knew that she would never go for anything like that. She had a funny kind of morality, because there was plenty she would do if she could call it "love," even temporarily and with one person.
I found that out the hard way, see, after I had come back from Washington where I had been sent on special detail for eight days. When I tried to call Connie, she just hung up on me flat, until she realized I wasn't going to quit calling unless she told me what was wrong. "You'd better ask your mother, Jack," was all I finally got out of her.
I guess I would have been pretty heartbroken except that I had fucked around a lot when I was in Washington and, I mean, I had some real good stuff about fifteen years old that just wouldn't let go. She was a hippie from New York and din't have much money or a place to stay, so she stayed with me in my hotel room for six nights.
I thought I'd seen and done it all, but this teenage kid could fuck like a veteran, and there wasn't anything in this world she couldn't do with her mouth. She sucked my cock to three orgasms one night over a period of two hours, and it never left her mouth. She was licking, tonguing or sucking it the whole time. I tell you, the next day my cock was too sore to fuck her.
Naturally, I asked Mother about Connie, and I told her that it didn't really make much of a damn to me what had happened, that I was about ready to go looking for something new anyway. That made her feel a lot better, so she told me that Connie came over for supper one night and she (Mom) figured it was then or never.
Now, see, when Mom was telling me this, we were laying around naked in bed after a good screw, and I'll try to remember approximately the way she told me. I know I was fingering her cunt and licking all over a tit when she started.
"Oh, Jack, you must know how much I've wanted Connie. When I saw the nice beautiful hair on her pussy that night when she tried on the bathing suit, I knew I simply had to eat it. I dressed very sexy in a low-neck hostess gown and we ate by candlelight and had cocktails before dinner, wine with each course, cafe royal (with oodles of brandy), and then highballs. The darling was so unused to drinking that she said she felt like she was going to pass out.
"I told Connie that she should take off some of her clothes and he down in my bed for a while to sleep it off, and what a charming and naive little darling she was. I took off everything but her panties and I gave her a kiss and caressed one of her breasts ... giving it just a little friendly kiss. She thought nothing of it. She was feeling so cozy and comfortable.
"I went out and undressed completely in your room and I sneaked back to mine to find her dead asleep. Out! Completely out! She was lying on her back, darling, such a deliciously gorgeous sight. I could see the red hair beneath the white nylon panties.
"Well, Jack, I knew that one sleeps the heaviest immediately after falling off to sleep. I very tenderly peeled her panties down until they were rolled up at her crotch. The sight of her delicious pussy was almost too much. I thought I was going to feel faint. I only moved her thighs a little, and gradually pulled her pants down and all the way off.
"I immediately spread her legs, Jack, and I know you can appreciate how tempting she looked. I crawled between them and began very gently to lick the insides of her thighs up very close to her pussy ... close enough so that a few pubic hairs tickled my nose delightfully.
"Connie made her first movement then. It brought her pussy almost to my mouth. She was, shall I say 'squirming,' my darling. I could tell I was moving her. I felt so marvelously sexy I let my tongue creep on up her smooth, damp flesh until I could feel the stick flesh of her pussy. She moved again, and I became almost delirious for her, Jack. I let go completely and began to suck her inner lips and tongue her clitoris quite strongly. I felt her hand come between her legs as she had one, then another orgasm.
"She woke up that moment and the poor dear had to look twice to see what was happening. She couldn't believe her eyes. She began to talk as I licked her clit again. She said ... oh, something like, 'Oh, Mrs. Gordon ... I'm not a Lesbian ... but don't stop. Oh, you're wonderful to do that to me. Just us. Nobody else must know. I think it must have been some kind of fate ... holy fate, that helped us to find each other. I want to kiss and suck you there, too, Mrs. Gordon...."
"Connie went on and on like that and, of course, I was enjoying the sex of her so much that I would say anything to keep her going. I know how you must have enjoyed her, Jack. She was so pliable, passive and lovely. I licked her all over and put my tongue in her anus, which brought a tremendous response. The next night, I taught her how we could sixty-nine, flat-fuck and rub off a clitoris with a breast, the nipple. She loved them all.
"But, Jack, such a strange girl! She fell in love with me. She became deadly serious and told me how she would have to quit seeing you, and was making all sorts of plans about how the two of us could get together without your knowing it, after you returned. My dear, I almost panicked! She swore her love for me in Biblical oaths, and I do believe the girl was mentally sick!
"It was lucky that I recalled what you had told me about her attitude of loving only one person and how swinging or group sex upset her. So, the only thing I could do was to have her walk in one afternoon and find Donna and me naked and in a climax of a sixty-nine, and I invited her to join us. The poor girl ran from the house screaming.
"I certainly hope I didn't upset her too much....
Well, that was the end of Connie for us. She wasn't really the kind of girl for me anyway. I could never have given her what she wanted, the normal home and kids bit, you know, so it was just as well. She got over it, I guess, and Mom and Donna and I, we went back to the swinging bit like nothing had happened.