Chapter 7
When the suggestion was made that Leslie McGrath entertain her son Albert with her mouth, she decided to take Dale up on it. After all, he was a self-admitted sister-fucker.
Together, the four of them went back to the bedroom.
"Is there any particular position you want me to get my boy in?" she asked.
"Yes, I'd like to see him on all fours, and you behind him. It would entertain me greatly if you could let your tongue slide around his asshole."
"All right," she said, "if that's what you'd like, I'll do it."
Albert obediently got on the bed and in position. As his mother got behind him, he felt her cold hands on his hot behind.
"Oh, mom, your hands are cold."
"Sorry, son," she said.
As Leslie McGrath buried her face in her son's asshole, little did Dale or Joyce, who were watching, realize that her tongue licks there were sincere. They probably thought she was just after a kick, a thrill. No doubt they figured that without a cock in the house to take care of her cunt, she had to resort to utilizing her own son. But Leslie knew that in reality she adored her son and loved licking his asshole, his balls, the head of his prick. Anywhere, everywhere on Albert, as far as his mother, Leslie, was concerned, was beautiful and licking good.
"Well, well," Dale smiled, "isn't that a nice mother!"
"Well, at least she's devoted," Joyce smiled. "Look the way her tongue flashes up that asshole, will you?"
What a fantastic sight it was, Dale getting an erection as he watched a mother suck her son's asshole. At the same time there was excitement surfacing when Joyce got so excited, her venus mound was moistening. She reached over to grip her brother's cock and stroke him. As she stroked him, she became more and more intensely excited.
"Oh, baby, do that for me!" Dale asked his sister. Now they were enjoying themselves enormously.
"Suck that ass out," Dale demanded, as he felt his meat being pulled by his adoring sister, Joyce.
"Get your tongue way up in there, that's it! Give him a good super-suck!"
Leslie did her best to give her son the type of ass action that any man would enjoy, were he so fortunate to have a tongue sliding up there.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful!" her son smiled, as he watched his mother eating his ass out.
"Wow!" Dale panted, as he watched her reach for the boy's rod and start pulling fiercely on that, while her tongue did it's thing at his asshole.
"Suck ass," young Albert demanded of his mother, "suck my asshole for me!"
The sucking continued; however, she knew it was time to get down there and eat cock. She flung her body around, so she could pull the huge prick up to her lips and start sucking on it.
"Suck that cock!" he demanded.
His mother sucked obediently, letting her mouth travel the length of his prick. How he loved to feel her there. Now, Dale wanted his sister to do the same thing for him.
"Hey, sister," he demanded, "get your mouth down there and start sucking my meat."
"That's it," he demanded, "suck it! Suck that prick, will you!"
It was indeed a fascinating sight, to see Joyce's mouth sliding back and forth over her brother Dale's cock. At the same time, it was an interesting sight to see an over-sexed mother pulling her son's meat into her mouth and licking. The two men exchanged knowing glances and smiled.
"You getting a good cock-suck?" Dale asked Albert.
"Mom always gives a super suck," he nodded proudly.
Inhibitions were gone. The guilt that had flashed through Dale and Joyce when they were alone was removed, as they watched a mother and son go at it. The same thing was happening to Albert and his mother, Leslie. When someone else knew what they were doing, and didn't disapprove, it relieved the tension, it removed the guilt. It was like a psychical exchange. Now they were going to town. The two women's mouths were moving faster and faster over the pulsating peters.
"Suck that prick! Suck that prick! Yes, yes, suck that cock!" Dale demanded of his sister.
She reached up to grip his balls and tickle them as she sucked on his joint. He loved to see her face down there, her cheeks pulling in, getting red. Such enthusiasm she put into it, as her lips pulled tightly on the long shaft.
"Suck that cock! Suck that cock! Yes, yes, suck it! Suck that prick!"
Meanwhile, Albert was telling his mother how he wanted his joint sucked, as he still was on all fours and she was beneath him with his thighs pressing in.
"Suck my pecker," he told her. "Suck it, mom! Oh, yes, I've got a good load in my balls for you."
His mother's eyes opened a moment to glimpse the sight in the mirror. Always when watching in the mirror, she became more and more stimulated.
"Suck that prick! Suck that prick! Yes, yes, ohhh, ahhh, that's what I like! Suck that cock!"
He was nearly there now, as the juice started oozing out of the head of his joint. The moment his mother's tongue tasted his juice, she became more and more stimulated.
"Suck it, mom, suck it, yes, yes, suck, suck, suck!"
The hot juice flooded her mouth, filling her with his love juice, and she sucked every drop of it out of his dick.
Albert's cumming triggered Dale's joint. Suddenly it shot into his sister Joyce's mouth. Proudly, Joyce sucked her brother's cock.
"Suck that cock off," Dale demanded, "suck it, sister, suck!"
Joyce reached up, gripping the rod tighter in her hand as she sucked on the head of it, and jiggling the big balls with her other hand. She loved the taste of her brother's sperm, and how he loved to have her, not only suck it but swallow it.
When the two females had finished sucking the cocks, they slid off and looked at each other.
"That was really a wild fuck, wasn't it?" Leslie smiled at Joyce.
"Yes, it was. It's always a thrill to suck my brother's joint off."
Now the four of them parted, with Dale taking his devoted sister Joyce home. With her son Albert left with her, Leslie decided that perhaps he should sleep by himself. She didn't want to overdo the sex, and she thought that would be best.
"Good night, darling," she smiled at Albert.
"Why, mom, won't we sleep together tonight?"
"No, I think that we're getting much too close," she said.
"Oh, all right, mom," he complained, "I thought I might want an early morning fuck."
"Well, baby, we mustn't overdo things."
Albert went back to his bedroom, a little disturbed, a little disgusted. Yet, considering how generous his mother always was when it came to sex, it was a wonderful thing that he could feel so close to her. He drifted off to sleep and slept soundly all of that night. However, about one week later, Albert had a very shocking, traumatic experience.
He came home early one Saturday night when he had had a date with a new girl at school that didn't work out. He thought surely his mother would be alone. He crept in quietly, deciding to surprise Her. However, he heard voices down the hall, and tiptoed down to his room. When he heard a man crying, "Suck it, suck that prick!" he was indeed amazed, shocked and disgusted.
He decided to follow the sound and listen outside the door. He did, and when he looked, he saw his mother sucking a black man's cock.
"Suck that prick," the black man snapped, thrusting it to his mother, "suck it all!"
Now she was turning around so she could take it all in.
"Eat my meat! Yes, eat it! Eat my meat!"
The black man was grasping her head, and thrusting it down her throat. As he throat-fucked her, her son stood there dumbfounded. What was his mother doing? Why should she be making it with a black man? Why should she want any man but him? The only answer could be, he was inadequate. It hurt him to think that his cock was not enough to satisfy mom. Slowly, he walked away. Yet, as he heard the man thrusting to climax, he returned and watched.
What a sight he saw, for his mother's hands were grasping the shiny black thighs, as the huge black tool thrust one more time, and she sucked the juice out of the head of it.
"Come on, white woman, suck the juice out of this big black prick!"
The frenzied, excited, ecstatic look on the black man's face was almost more than she could bear.
"Suck that prick! Suck all the juice out of it!" the black man panted.
Strangely, even though he was disgusted, he found his balls igniting. Reaching down, Albert unzipped his pants and pulled out his prick. He jerked quickly, and then he thought the black man heard him in the hall.
"Hey, suck all that juice out of it! I shoot white cum out of this black cock," the black man laughed.
Quietly now, Albert returned to his room. As he got back in his room, he worried about the sight he had seen. Why was his mother carrying on with another man? Wasn't he enough action for her? He took off all of his clothes and went to bed in the nude, as he always did. However, remembering ever so vividly the sight he had just seen, stimulated his mind, agitated his balls. He knew he needed to jerk. Reaching down he gripped his staff, then began pulling his meat. Faster and faster he pulled on his prick. As he pulled it, it vibrated and thrilled. Now he wanted to cum.
"Oh, mom, I wish you were here," he said aloud.
And almost as if she had heard him, his mother stepped in.
"Dear," she smiled at him, "why didn't you come in tonight?"
"I did, mom," he said, "I came to your bedroom. But I came home too quick. I saw you sucking that black man's dick!"
At this, she didn't know what to do. She looked at him and finally said, "Oh, son, I'm sorry. I, I had to do it for money."
"What?" he demanded.
"You see, son. I don't get enough money to take care of us."
"And he paid you?"
"I didn't suck his cock off for nothing," she said tightly.
Moving over to the bed, she slowly pulled back the sheets and reached over to feel him.
"You need some action down there, don't you?"
"Yes, mom, I could stand some," he said.
She slid into bed with him and pushed her naked breasts against his loins. Then she massaged his rock-hard cock with her breasts.
"Oh, son," she said nervously now, "I'm so sorry you had to see your mom making it like that."
"Don't you worry about it, mom," he said, "I understand."
Now, she was doing for him what she had done for the black man moments before. Funny how watching her do it with someone else, had turned him off quite a bit. When she was making it exclusively with him, he somehow enjoyed it much more, but the idea of her doing it with someone else somehow turned him off. But, as her mouth worked on his rod, he became more and more stimulated.
"Oh, mom, I love that," he said, thrusting it to her, "reach down, play with my butt!"
She reached down, and cupping his buttocks, began playing with his balls. Sliding a finger slowly up his asshole, she played with him there as she sucked ever so smoothly.
"Oh, yes, mom, yes, that's the way I like to have my cock sucked," he told her flatly. At this moment, the two of them were connected with love. With her son's cock in her mouth, and her finger up his asshole, she was giving him a good ass-ride.
"Suck that cock, suck that cock, yes, yes, suck that prick!"
She had really achieved something, utilizing her finger and her mouth. At this point, young Albert was ready to shoot.
"Oh, mom, I can't stand it! Suck it, suck it off!"
With the beautiful sucking action, he shot a big wad of his sperm. She sucked it down, eager, delighted to find out what he would taste like.
Yet, as much as he enjoyed having his joint sucked, he didn't like the idea of her selling her body for sex. It disgusted him. He decided that tonight would be their last night together. He wouldn't tell her, he could run away. She would never find him. All he wanted now was to use his tongue on her twat, and bring her there.
"Suck it all out," he demanded, as the cock exploded.
She sucked his juice out, and then she rose to the occasion. Pushing her pussy against his mouth, she reached down to guide his head.
"Oh, baby, yes! Yes! That's what I wanted."
The tongue action was producing instantly the delight and joy she felt in the fuck. Now he reached up to grip her breasts and excite her there. Pinching her nipples, he thrust his tongue in ever faster movements. The tongue flicked around her vagina, licking it's velvety walls, juicing, she finally gushed. He licked, eager to devour her slit.
"Oh, ahhh, suck, suck my pussy," she begged him, reaching down to guide his head in front of her there.
Once it was over and she pulled off him, he told her the truth, "Mom, I've got to be leaving home."
"Why, son?" she asked.
"I've just got to," he said, "I'm not a man yet."
"It's not a man to run away from responsibilities," she said. "You're the only man in my life. You can't go."
"I must go, mom," he said, "we're not living a normal life. If people knew that you are doing things with me, and I'm doing things with you, what would they think of us?"
This gave his mother pause for thought. Thoughts she didn't normally like to think of.
"Well, baby," she said, "I guess there are some things you just don't think of. It's not wrong that we're having sex together. There are a lot of people in the same family who do things. Look at your girl friend, Joyce. She's doing things with her brother, Dale. Anyway, why not? There's so much pain and misery in this old world, that when you have a chance to grab for a little fun, you've got to grab for it."
"Even if it's grabbing for your own son, right, mom?"
"Right on, son," she nodded.
Her penetrating look into her son's face told him how completely she thought she was right, and he was wrong.
"Kiss me, mom," he said.
She bent over and kissed him gently on the forehead.
"Thanks, mom," he said. However, he knew that he had to figure out some other way to take care of his sexual needs. He knew that he couldn't go on making love to mom and feel normal. So that night he made his decision. He would have to find himself another woman, and then he would be able to be normal. However, finding this other woman would not be easy. Yet, he knew if he made a strong endeavor at school, he would find himself another lover.
It happened the next week when he was in school going through the cafeteria line. Next to him was Betty. Betty was wearing a sweater, and as her large breasts pushed against the material of the sweater, he found himself so fascinated with them, he was shaking.
"Why are you shaking?" Betty smiled, as she suspected why.
"It's real chilly in here," he told her.
"I hadn't noticed," Betty smiled, knowingly. It wasn't long before he was saying, "Betty, you know, we ought to go places together. We have a lot of fun talking, and we've never dated."
"That's right," Betty told him, "I've been a pretty busy girl."
"I'll bet you have," he assured her.
"Would you like to go to a movie?"
"Oh, I go all the time," she said.
"Well, I was thinking how much fun it would be to go to those sex movies. They have them at some motels, you know."
"Oh, do they?" Betty smiled. "How interesting!"
"Well," Betty said nervously, "if I went to a motel with you, you'd go there to ball, not to watch movies."
"No, I wouldn't go for that reason. I swear, honey, the only reason I would go to those flicks would be to gain some knowledge. I hear they do everything in those pictures."
"How could I trust you?"
"Betty," he said, "I have some problems I want to talk over with you. Life and death problems."
"But should you confide them in me?"
"I have nobody else," he said.
They looked at each other and Betty instantly understood that it was dead serious.
"I think a lot of you," she admitted, "but, baby, I really feel guilty, to go to a place like that. I know what most guys take gals there for, and I'm not that kind of girl."
"Well, Betty, could we talk intimately at your home?"
"No," Betty admitted, "we sure as hell couldn't. My mom should work for the spy system, and dad is just as bad."
"I guess that leaves us no alternative," he said.
"We could always go to the passion pit," he said, "that is, of course, if you like to go to drive-ins."
"I can't stand those horror movies," she said, " 'Bucket of Blood', 'Creature from the Red Lagoon', I just don't want that type of thing. I don't sleep all night when I see one of those things."
"Alright, Betty, I see no other way. We'll just have to go to the motel. If you don't want to watch the movies where they show people doing things together, we don't have to. We can just talk and drink some--. "
"Drink?" she said.
"I mean 7-up or Coke," he quipped, quickly.
"That's all right," she said, "but I'm not a booze-hound."
"I know that, doll," he smiled.
Together they had made a decision, and when he went home that night, he decided he would not reveal one thing to his mother about his plans to have someone he could trust, someone he could confide his most intimate secrets to.
"Well, son," his mother smiled when he came in later that night, "how did things go today?"
"Just fine, mom," he said, like any other normal boy would in a similar situation.
"You feeling horny tonight?" his mother said, smiling as if she was horny.
"No, thank you, mom," he said evenly.
"Hummm," she said, "I thought I saw your prick swelling in your pants. I hope you're not depriving yourself of something you need, son."
"Will you stop bugging me, mom?" he snapped. "If you've got to get your cunt fucked, go out and pick somebody up at the local bar."
"Not a bad idea," she said, "at least they pay me for it."
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself," he told her quite frankly.
"Should I?" she said calmly, as she massaged her breasts through her sweater, and looked at him.
"Stop trying to get me hard," he told her, "you're some mom."
"Is that any way to talk to your own mother?" she said angrily.
"Isn't it more your fault than mine that I'm in this predicament? After all, you needed some satisfaction, and I was only trying to help you out, because you were hard up."
"Thanks, mom," he said, "you've given me a nice, great big complex. Now, I ought to travel to the headshrinker to try to rid myself of my guilt feelings."
"Guilt feelings?" she demanded. "Whatever on earth are you feeling guilty about?"
"Because, mom, it doesn't make me feel exactly proud of myself to know down deep that I'm a mother-fucker!"
"Well, I suppose, if I thought about it, I'd have to call myself a son-fucker."
"No," she said, "I think you're the one who's trying to project guilt to me. I never thought about it like that. Name calling and all of these foul tags. They're calculated to make you feel guilt. All I think of myself is as a loving mother who tries to share her body with her rather sexy son."
She walked over to him now, deciding to entice him further. She reached down for the thing between his legs and massage it.
"Say, baby, that thing is really hard now."
"Will you leave it alone, mom?" he demanded.
"Ungrateful!" she said, stalking away.
Now, she was getting testy. She decided to play hard-to-get, and went to her bedroom, but thought before she left, she would give him something to turn him on, and perhaps draw him out. Taking off her sweater, she removed her bra. As her naked breasts jutted out, her son did look at them.
"You used to suck on these when you were a little boy," she smiled, "I don't see any reason why you can't suck on them now. You might appreciate them more." Her fingertips were massaging her nipples, and they were becoming erect. At the same time, her son's cock was getting harder and harder.
"Oh, mom, will you stop it!"
"No, son," she smiled, "I won't stop it. You need a good screwing, and I can give it to you better than anyone else."
Now, he was indeed hard. She came over to him and slowly unzipped his pants, as she brushed her breasts across him.
"Hmraram, son," she said, as she reached into his shorts to fish out his prick.
"This is a hard cock, I'd say," she said.
"Yeah, and I don't want you fucking it for me."
"Who do you want to do it to you?"
"Nobody," he said, "let the thing alone."
"But it isn't right," his mother smiled, "mother nature must be taken care of."
"You just forget about me. Forget my prick, I don't want to fuck you."
"That's what you say with your mouth, but your cock says something else."
Now she was stroking and pulling on it, as he got harder and harder, his resistance got less and less.
"You really do know how to jerk it better than I do," he smiled, "and it's amazing, mom, because you don't have a cock."
"Well, I have the equivalent to one. And I've had to do a lot of manipulatihg in my life on my little love button."
"Say, you've got a point there," he smiled. "You do have something resembling a prick. Maybe I should suck on that like it's a small cock," he laughed.
"Son, watch your words. Don't get indecent with your mom."
"I'll try not to, mom," he smiled, "because I know how particular you are about such things."
As her fingers gently massaged him, she reached in to fish out the balls, too. Now she was employing both hands, one on his prick and one on his balls. Her movements were most effective.