Chapter 9

I PULLED ON MY PANTS AND OBSERVED her looking at me, her face slightly red. "What did you say to me, Robert?"

"Don't give me that routine. Come on, get up, put your negligee on. I want you to join me in a drink."

"How dare you issue orders to me, Robert!" she cried, her face growing more crimson.

I ignored her question. Walking to the door, I stopped and turned around. "If you want more of me, come downstairs. We can do it on the sofa, after I've had a couple of drinks."

She was sitting up straight now, her bra half-off and revealing one of her mammoth breasts, her breath coming fast. "What's come over you. That's not my son talking, not my boy who just spoke to his mother that rudely."

"I'm your son, not your slave. I happen to be a married man. Come along and join me in a drink, if you like. If you prefer not to, then lie there and sulk."

"Well, I never...."

"Probably not. See you downstairs."

"Don't drink that whiskey, you fool!" she yelled at me. "That's for Mr. LeBlanc."

I went down the stairs rapidly, feeling slightly giddy at the feeling of power I'd suddenly acquired. She needed me, I didn't need her. Not any more. To me, now, she was just a piece, not really a mother. She had never been a mother, really, but rather a woman in her thirties with whom I had lived since being a child.

I poured myself a drink from her bottle and sat down on the sofa and sipped it, lighting a cigarette a moment later. I listened intently for any sounds from upstairs, but there were none at the moment. I wondered if she'd come downstairs and attempt to start a scene. Probably she would. My mother wasn't the type of woman who gave up her authority over people if she could help it.

I waited.

I had another drink, smoked a second cigarette, but she hadn't come downstairs. I waited half an hour for her, and when I was fairly certain she wasn't going to join me, I got to my feet and walked to the bottom of the stairs.

"Since you aren't coming down," I called loudly, "I'll be leaving now."

I heard sounds in her room, and a moment later I saw her come out onto the mezzanine entirely naked. She looked down at me and moved her hips about suggestively.

"I'm leaving now," I repeated.

"If you don't come back upstairs to me immediately, young man, you needn't ever come here again." Her tone was half-pleading, half-rebuking.

"Sorry. Good-bye ... for now."

"If you leave me like this," she called down angrily, "I'll see to it that you...."

I waited for her to go on.

She stood there, glaring down at me angrily.

"What will you do?" I asked quietly.

"I'll have you taken care of, Robert."

I smiled. "Help yourself, Mother."

"Damn you!" she yelled. "Get your ass up here and screw me, you fool."

I was astonished at the ugliness of her tone and words. "Sorry, Mother," I said. "I'm not taking orders from you these days. If I happen to want to go down on you sometime, then I'll come and do it. You've got nothing to say about it."

"You ungrateful fool, after all the fun I've given you. That wife of yours has ruined you. You never used to be this way."

"Maybe I've grown up a bit. It was about time I did, I think."

"Get out of my house, damn you. Go back to that silly little piece you married, see if I care."

I laughed and went to the door and opened it. I stepped outside and left the door standing open.

Later, I realized that what I had done was rather childish, but just the same, childish or not, I'd had to do it. I owed it to myself to stand up to her, even if it had been done in a juvenile manner. I actually felt good walking up the street now. I walked rapidly and, when I came to the street on which Abbie and I lived, I kept on going. To hell with Abbie. To hell with my mother, I would find other females. After all, the world was full of them.

I came to the cafe I'd been in before, and I stopped and looked through the window. The blonde woman, the kid's mother, was waiting on two men who got up from the stool at the counter and smiled at the blonde.

"Hello," I said. "Cup of coffee, please."

"Hello there," she said carelessly. "You at loose ends again?"

How had she known that? "Sort of," I replied. "Is Lenza upstairs?"

She glanced at me quickly as she placed the cup of coffee down in front of me. "You got money to spend, kid?"

I nodded.

"Yes, she's up in her room, doing her schoolwork."

I almost laughed. It sounded ridiculous that a fourteen-year-old whore should be doing school homework. I paid the blonde for the coffee but didn't drink it.

"Okay if I go up?" I asked.

"For ten bucks it is," she said quickly.

"I'll give you the ten dollars," I said, and pulled out my wallet.

"Come to think of it, she said she owed you one, kid. You can go up this time without paying. You paid last time and didn't use it."

I was surprised. "I'm willing to pay again," I said rather foolishly.

She shrugged. "All right, give it here."

I gave her the ten dollars and she tucked it away in her bosom. "Any time, kid. You know where it is, the room, I mean."

'Sure," I got off the stool and walked to the rear.

"You forgot to drink your cofee," she called.

"Throw it out. I'll have another one later."

I went up the stairs and knocked on the door of the room where the girl had been the other time. I heard a sound from within and I knocked again.

"Come in," I heard her say.

I pushed the door open and saw her sitting on the side of the bed, her hair down in her eyes, a book on her lap, a pile of papers on a stand nearby.

"Hello, Lenza," I said.

Her eyes grew large. "Why ... hello ... how are you?" She put the book on the bed and smiled at me. "I was doing my homework."

"So your mother said. Hope I'm not interrupting you too much."

"I don't mind. Say, do you know anything about algebra?"

"No. I was lousy at it."

She sighed and pushed the pile of papers over a bit on the stand. "So'm I. I can't get the darned stuff through my head. Why do they have to teach such difficult stuff?"

I laughed. This kid had a way of making me feel good. "I don't know. I don't think they should require everyone to take the subject. It's all right for someone who has a flare for math. I wasn't one of these."

"Me either." She patted the bed. "Come sit down. My, you look handsome."

I laughed again. "You look very pretty yourself, Lenza."

She tapped her teeth with her fingernail. "What did you tell me your name was?"

"I'm not sure I told you. It's Robert."

"That's a nice name." She glanced up at me shyly. "You have trouble again, haven't you?"

I shrugged. "I don't really know, but everything seems to be going sour on me, Lenza."

"Yes, that's the way it is. It happens to everyone."

"May I ask you something?"

"Sure," she said, and blinked her eyes oddly.

"How come you know so much about people?"

She laughed. "I don't. Not really. My mother does, though. She knows people from start to finish. What little I know I learned from her."

"Your mother must be quite a woman."

"In some ways she is, but in other ways she isn't at all."

"You know, of course, why I came here."

"Sure. You want to have sex with me."

"Yes, but I want to talk to you, too."

"All right, Robert." She glanced at me again, but not at all shyly this time. "Would you like me to be naked while you talk to me?"

"If you want to be."

"It doesn't matter to me as long as you're satisfied."

"As long as I'm satisfied? What an odd thing to say."

She screwed up her face prettily. "Odd? Why is it odd?"

"I don't know. I don't think I ever had anyone say that to me before. As long as I'm satisfied. Everybody I've ever known, it seems, always wanted me to satisfy them."

"I'm here, Robert, to help you. You paid for me. Therefore, I'll try very hard to ... well, to satisfy you."

"I wish," I muttered, "that my mother and my wife had that attitude."

"Oh ... do you have a wife, too? I thought you just ... had a mother who ... Perhaps I'd better not say it."

"Please go ahead and say it, Lenza."

She shook her head. "No, it's not for me to put it into words, but you can if you wish."

"I'd rather talk about something else. You, for instance. Don't you grow tired of ... staying in this room and ... waiting for men to come to see you?"

She shook her head. "No, I was raised by my mother to do this."

"But that's not right, is it? Do you always do just what your mother says?"

"Pretty much. She's older than I and knows more than I ever will."

"I wonder," I muttered thoughtfully.

"I beg your pardon."

"Oh ... nothing. I was just talking to myself."

She laughed. "I do that a lot, too. Sometimes I lay here on the bed and mutter to myself by the hour."

I changed the subject. "Tell me something. You're only fourteen. There must be all sorts of men who'd be willing to pay a lot of money for having you. Why does your mother charge only ten dollars?"

She looked at me for a long moment. "Robert," she said slowly, "what my mother does is her business."

I felt rebuked. "I apologize to you, and to your mother. I don't know what made me say that."

"Everyone says things they shouldn't at times, Robert. Don't feel bad."

"You're quite a girl, do you know that?"

She laughed. "I don't think so."

"Well, I do."

"I can't even do my algebra, so what's so remarkable?"

"I don't know, but you're a very different person."

She sighed. "You don't know how I really am, Robert. Perhaps I'd better show you, and it'll explain things to you, including why my mother charges only ten dollars."

I felt a crazy chill pass over me. "What do you mean, Lenza?"

She sighed again. "I hope you aren't easily shocked, Robert. What I'm talking about is ... well, I don't know what I am."

I was completely mystified. "What are you saying?" I asked, my pulse racing.

"You'll know sooner or later, Robert, so I might as well show it to you now."

She lifted her skirt and pulled down her pants and I looked at her there, my heart pounding madly now.

"Do you understand now, Robert?" she asked quietly. "Do you know now why she can ask only ten dollars."

I nodded, fascinated by what I saw between her legs.

She pulled her pants up and her skirt down. "Do you want your money back, Robert? If so, you'll have to ask my mother."

"What made you ... that way?"

"I was born that way, of course."

"But can't you have an operation?"

"It's been done. It's a very expensive operation and my mother and I aren't that rich."

"The little penis over your cunt. Does it get ... hard when you're passionate."

"Yes."

"Wild," I muttered. "I never heard of anything so wild."

"Not really, Robert. I'm just a freak. There are lots of freaks in the world."

"You're not a freak, Lenza. Don't say that. You're the nicest ... girl I've ever known."

She glanced at me shyly again. "But you want to go now, don't you, Robert?"

"No."

"Yes, you do. You're shocked by my appearance down there. I can tell."

"Lenza," I said earnestly, "I'd like very much to take you. Could I?"

"Sure, if you still want to, but you don't have to just to make me feel better. It doesn't bother me, you know. Not much, anyway."

"I've never known anyone like you. I've never met anyone who...."

She laughed. "You said that before, Robert."

"Do you know something? You make me very hot."

She lifted her brows. "I do? That's strange. I was sure you'd be shocked, and even disgusted, by my appearance."

"Lenza," I said slowly, "you have a physical ... deformity. I have a mental one. That makes us even."

"Whatever do you mean?"

"I mean ... about my mother. I'm mentally deformed about her." I paused. "It's not altogether her fault. I see that now. Much of the fault, if there is any fault, is my own."

"Robert," she said carefully, "you're not the first male who's been caught up in mother love."

"Mother love? I always thought that mother love was ... a mother loving her children."

"Isn't that what your mother's been doing to you all along?'

"My mother," I said harshly, "has been making me screw her for years. She never loved me."

Lenza seemed to be studying me. "Having intercourse with her ... well, that's love, a part of love, isn't it?"

"Guys don't relate sex and love."

"Then perhaps guys are wrong."

I suddenly didn't want to talk about my mother any more. I wished I hadn't brought her up. I wanted only to make love to this fourteen-year-old girl. "Lenza," I said, "will you take down your pants again and let me see you once more?"

"Sure." She lifted her skirt and pulled down her pants to her knees and leaned back on her elbows. "Look at it good, Robert. Make certain you want to ... do it to me before you try it."

I inspected the penis without being rude or offensive about it, or at least I tried to. I even touched it, and it became immediately hard. It was no larger than my little finger, but there was a head on it, and when I touched it, a bead of moisture appeared on the head.

"It fascinates me," I said softly. "I've heard about such things, but I never quite believed it."

"It's not common," she said quietly. "Only a few cases of it exist, I understand."

"Your ... er ... cunt. Can it be ... er ... entered without hurting you?"

She laughed. "Oh yes, I'm much more of a girl than I am a boy. Can't you tell by looking at me?"

"You're a very pretty girl, Lenza."

"Thanks, Robert." She paused. "Shall I pull my pants up, or do you want to play with it ... with me?"

"Stay just as you are, Lenza. I like looking at your body."

This surprised her. "You do? Honest?"

"Yes. Yes, I do. I really do."

"Do you want to get on top of me?" she asked, her tone a trifle agitated now.

"I will, after a while, Lenza. I just want to look at you for now."

She sighed. "You're getting me hot. Do you know that?"

There was something about the way she said it that set me off in great shape. Funny thing, the thought that leaped to my mind was about the time that Mr. LeBlanc had first come to see my mother and had ended up going down on me.

Suddenly I knew what I wanted to try.

"Would you mind?" I asked her.

"Would I mind what, Robert?"

I touched the little penis thing above her moist cunt. "That," I said unsteadily, "I'd like to. May I?"

"Sure?"

"Would it please you ... if I did?"

"Yes, very much."

"You won't think I'm nuts, will you?"

"No. You do whatever you want to."

"Thank you," I said, my voice actually shaking with passion now.

I drew in my breath, lowered my face to her cunt, ran my tongue inside of her and over the red lips of the crevice. I then moved up a bit and took her small, wet "penis" between my lips.

Moisture flew into my mouth almost instantly and it set me afire. I left that sweet spot and moved up to her tummy, running my tongue over her flesh with great relish. I was extremely hard, and I felt her hand groping for me and finally finding me. She massaged my penis gently, and I continued to run my tongue over her flesh and upwards until I'd placed my lips around and over one of her small breasts. She sighed and stroked my head with her other hand while keeping on with the massage. I was getting hotter by the moment and knew that she was getting the same. I sucked her breasts, going from one to the other and back again, and she moaned and pulled at my hair.

"Oh ... Robert ... go down and suck it again! I want to go off that way, too!"

I knew what she meant by "it", and I lowered myself and took it between my lips again and ran my tongue over the head of it wetly. She squirted into my mouth, and I swallowed it down eagerly. It had a sweet taste to it, warm and sweet and terrifically exciting.

"This is really something," I muttered.

"Oh, it feels so good, Robert. Suck it some more, please."

I sucked it again, and again she squirted into my mouth but in greater quantity this time. I again swallowed her strange juice, and glanced up to see that her eyes were tightly closed and that she was breathing very heavily, perspiration running down her face as well.

I snaked my tongue into her crevice deeply, and was astonished to feel her lubricate my lips from this point, also. This girl was lucky-she could have both the male and female pleasures.

"Oh ... Robert," she repeated. "It feels so good."

I lifted my body up higher and settled down on her, my stiffened prick stabbing at her cunt in a savage, wild manner. When I began to pump it into her, I felt her pointer going off and striking my tummy. It felt sticky and warm and wonderful, and caused me to pump faster into her and more deeply, too. I knew the peak was rapidly approaching and grunted at her. She stiffened her body, squirted more warm fluid and soon my stomach was covered by thick stuff, but still she squirted it at me. By this time I was nearly frantic, and I let go and my own milk streamed from me into her cunt with great force. It kept flowing and flowing, and each time I moved she would go off against my stomach and at the same time react like a female with me inside of her. It was the wildest thing I had ever experienced, and when, finally, I could pump no more, because of near exhaustion, I heard her sobbing as though her heart had been broken.

"What is it?" I asked, looking down into her eyes. "Is something wrong, Lenza?"

"Oh, no no. Nothing's wrong. It was beautiful, simply beautiful. Oh, I loved it so."

I got up from her and prepared my clothing for departure. "I liked it, too, Lenza. Maybe I'll come back and see you sometime."

Her eyes were very wet now. "I hope you do. You were so good."

I left the room, went down the stairs and out into the street.