Chapter 1
I HEARD MY MOTHER CALLING OUT TO me-as was her custom-and I got up from my bed and went to her.
She lay on her back, her breasts fully exposed, her eyes filled with a deep-longing lust.
"I am in need, Robert," she said, a sensuous smile playing about her mouth.
"But I have to go to school, Mother."
"You mustn't go until you've gratified me, dear. You know how I ... need it."
"Why don't you get married again, Mother? Wouldn't it be better for you ... and for me?" I was annoyed at her insistence. She treated me as if I were nothing but a convenient stud, something for her to use.
She raised her dark brows. "Do you object to gratifying your mother, dear?"
I forced a smile. "Of course not. It's just that I overslept." I grimaced. "I hate being late for school."
"I won't expect you to sex me in the usual manner, Robert," she said lustfully. "You may put it ... in my mouth. How does that strike you, dear? Does it appeal to you?"
"It's okay, Mother," I said irritably, "but I've got to hurry. I'll be late for school if I don't."
"Pull your shorts down and get on the bed ... on your knees, please. I do hope you're able to give me a good deal. I'm real thirsty for it, dear." She sighed. "You satisfy me so."
I again forced a smile. "I'll fill your tummy, Mother. Will that be sufficient for this morning?" I was intentionally sarcastic.
She rubbed her upper lip with a dainty forefinger. "I'll be so pleased, dear. I'm extremely hot."
I crawled on the bed and pointed my hardened piece at her lips. "Do you want me to jack it into you?"
"Yes, please." Her eyes were closed now, her breasts heaving.
I pushed the head between her lips and sighed.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, her eyes still closed.
"No, but perhaps you'd better induce it. I think you'd like it more if you did."
"Very well." She placed one hand between my legs, tenderly lifting my testicles, and placed the other hand about my hard-on. She then jacked it savagely a few times and then placed her mouth over it, running her tongue over the swollen gland. Her eyes still closed, she proceeded to do a combination of jacking and sucking, and it required little time and effort on my part to drain into her mouth, my sap flowing hard for a few moments, and then it ceased. She murmured softly, a happy smile on her face and removed her mouth from me. "You're such a sweet boy, Robert," she said. "I do so need a male about the place."
"Are you satisfied, Mother?" I asked quietly. "Will that be all for now?"
She opened one eye and glanced at me oddly. "That will be all for now, but when you come home from school, I shall need more of it. This time it wasn't good enough. Not nearly good enough ... "
"All right. May I go now and get dressed?"
She sighed and dropped back down on the pillow. "Yes, dear, of course. Run along to school, but come home directly afterwards. I'm going to be needing you badly. I'm terribly in need of you."
I bit my lips. "Good-bye."
She sighed again. "Good-bye, dear." She shot me the most lustful glance possible, and before I left the room, I saw her snaking her fingers into her cunt. I smiled and almost wished I had time to screw her.
School was out for the day, and I was walking slowly along the street with Abbie, my girl friend. She was seventeen, my age, a bright-eyed, little blonde girl, very nice, and I think I loved her then.
I pinched her arm lightly. "How are you getting along with your father these days, Abbie?"
She smiled. "Quite well, but he's after me practically all the time."
"And do you like it?"
Her smile became broader. "Yes, I like it. But sometimes when I'm doing homework and he has a need for me ... well, I don't get the work done properly, and my grades have been falling of late."
"Your father and my mother, they should get together." Then an idea came to my mind. "Hey, why don't you bring your father over this evening, and I'll introduce him to my mom. Perhaps they'll like one another so well, they'll leave us to ... you understand what I'm saying, don't you?"
Abbie laughed delightfully. "I'd love to do that; and it would be wonderful if they got to like one another enough so that we could have more time for each other."
"I wish we had enough time to go somewhere and play our game, Abbie."
She laughed. "Sorry, Robert, but I've got to hurry home to ... gratify my father. He's expecting me and gave me strict orders to get home immediately."
"I know what you mean; I have the same orders. We've got to make arrangements for our two parents to meet, Abbie. Tonight, if possible."
She just sighed.
I patted her round rump and leaned over as we walked. "How I'd love to stick my cock up your asshole, darling."
She sighed again. "I swear, I'm almost ready to have you do it here on the street. You really mustn't talk that way to me, Robert. You know it makes me hot."
"I want to make you hot, Abbie. If you'll come to the park with me now, I'm sure we can find a secluded place where we can at least suck one another off before going home."
She sighed once more. "I'd love to, Robert, but I really must hurry home. My father is waiting for me, and I don't dare keep him waiting too long."
I patted her rump again as we came to our street corner. "Could I see you tonight, late, after they've gone to bed?"
"I'll call you, Robert," she promised.
"I hope you can get away from your father."
"I'll call you," she repeated, and we parted.
I walked into the front room where Mother was lying on the sofa reading and having her afternoon cocktail. I bent over and kissed her as I usually did.
"Mother, there is a Mr. LeBlanc who would like to screw you," I said, letting her have it without introductory remarks.
She blinked and lifted herself upright. "I beg your pardon, dear. What did you say?"
"A Mr. LeBlanc, the father of a girl I know at school, is coming over this evening to screw you."
Her dark eyes lighted up considerably. "Are you joking with me, Robert?" she asked, probably for want of anything better to say.
"No, Mother. Abbie-that's the girl's name-. and I were talking it over a while ago. You see, her father has no wife, just as you have no husband. So her father does it to Abbie, just as you ... er ... do it with me. We thought it might be a good idea for you two to get together, so I asked Abbie to ... ask her father to come over this evening." I was lying just a bit, but I felt I could call Abbie on the phone and induce her to bring her father to the house.
Mother placed her feet on the floor, set her glass down and touched her upper lip with her forefinger as she so often did. "Are you certain, Robert? How do you know this Mr. LeBlanc will want to come here tonight?"
"Because he has a great need for a lovely woman. Abbie told me so."
"Do you think I'm lovely, dear?"
"Certainly. You're very desirable, and any man in his right mind would want you."
"Thank you, dear ... now tell me about your girl. Does she have a nice, tight little cunt?"
I smiled. "Not quite as tight as it possibly should be." I paused deliberately, and then delivered the punch line. "You see, her father is such a hot man he is always on top of her, and she tells me his cock is an unbelievably large and long one."
Her eyes glittered with interest. "He sounds like a most interesting man, dear. I do believe I'd like to meet the gentleman. What did you say his name was?"
"Mr. LeBlanc."
She pursed her lips. "I simply adore Frenchmen," she murmured. "How soon can you get him over her?"
I laughed. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait till evening. It's only four."
She frowned. "If he wants to meet me, have him come over now. I detest waiting on people."
"I'll phone Abbie," I told her happily.
"Wonderful," she said. "How old a man is he, dear?"
"In his late thirties, I believe. I've never met him."
"Hmmm. Most interesting. By all means call the girl, Robert."
I went to the phone and called Abbie, telling her that my mother was delighted at the prospect of meeting her father right away. I impressed on Abbie that she should have him come immediately. She asked me to hang on for a minute, which I did. It required somewhat longer than a minute for her to achieve the desired result with her father, but finally she spoke into the phone again.
"Father says he's also delighted, Robert, and that we'll be over right away, just as soon as he shaves."
"Fine," I said. "I have an idea this will turn out to be a most important evening for all of us, Abbie."
"Oh, I hope so, Robert. I'm so hot for you." I smiled. "Same here, lover. Please hurry."
"I will," she said, and hung up.
Mother was upstairs finishing her bath when the door buzzer sounded, and I went to let them in.
I found Mr. LeBlanc to be an enormously large man, not so very tall, but wide and powerful-looking. When he clasped my hand during Abbie's introduction, he nearly crushed it. He was almost totally bald, which, even to me, suggested a degree of masculinity to be found in few men. I was somewhat in awe of him, I admit, but this soon passed, for I found him to be a most interesting and amiable gentleman and exactly the sort of man my mother liked.
I kissed Abbie, and she smiled nicely. To her father I said, "Mom is upstairs finishing her bath and will be down presently, sir."
"Very nice of you and your mother to invite us," he said, his voice low and almost gruff.
I decided to help matters along a bit. "She's most anxious to meet you, sir."
Mr. LeBlanc beamed at me. "I also am most anxious to meet her. I understand she's a very remarkable woman."
I knew what he meant, of course. Abbie had told him about my mother and me and our love-making. "Thank you, sir," I replied politely. "Please come into the front room and sit down."
We were seated now, and I offered him a drink Mother had prepared cocktails-but he refused politely, telling me he would rather wait until my mother had come downstairs. There was a brief silence.
Then Mr. LeBlanc leaned forward in his chair. "Tell me, Robert. Does your mother understand my purpose in coming here?"
I smiled at him. "Yes. She's expecting you to screw her, sir."
He stared at me open-mouthed momentarily, and then leaned back in his chair and smiled. "Excellent. I like forthright people. Excellent indeed."
I pursued the subject. "And while you're screwing my mother, sir, I trust you won't object to my taking liberties with your daughter?"
He waved his hand. "Not at all, Robert. You two go right ahead and enjoy your hot, young blood."
Abbie came over and joined me on the sofa then. I felt her warm hand creep into my own. "How do you like him?" she whispered.
"Fine," I whispered back. "Mom will like him, too."
Mr. LeBlanc was on his feet now. He moistened his lips and studied me briefly. "Do you suppose your mother would object if I went upstairs and introduced myself, Robert?"
I got to my feet. "I think that would be all right with her. The bathroom is the first door to your right at the head of the stairs."
"Have I your permission to go up, Robert?"
I was surprised. No one had ever asked my permission for anything. "Yes, sir. Please do. If you like, I can call up and tell her you're coming."
He shook his head. "I would prefer to ... surprise her, Robert. Not too much, just a little."
"The stairs are over there, sir." I pointed at them.
He inclined his head slightly, smiled at Abbie, and turning about, headed for the open stairway. Abbie and I watched him as he climbed the stairs and knocked lightly on the bathroom door. He pushed the door open almost immediately and entered the room, closing the door quickly and shutting off our view of him.
"Your dad works quickly, Abbie," I observed, smiling.
"Yes, he does that, all right. I hope your mother isn't alarmed by seeing a strange man enter her bathroom."
I laughed. "You don't know my mother."
"Is she really as sexy as that?"
I nodded. "More so. Your father may have all he can handle."
It was her turn to laugh. "You don't know my father, Robert."
She gave me a playful push, and I sprawled down on the sofa, and before I could speak she had taken out my cock and encircled it with her hot lips. Her fingers ran up and down on my tube, and in no time at all I had blown my goo into her pretty mouth. She apparently swallowed it, licked her lips and glanced up at me, one eye closed.
"Oh, I love the taste of you, Robert. So warm and thick and sweet."
I took her face in my hands and kissed her forehead.
"Kiss my mouth, Robert," she said oddly.
I kissed her mouth, and, when I did, she spat into mine. The thick fluid she hadn't swallowed passed from her lips to mine, and I eagerly swallowed it down. Now my penis was fairly dripping with more of it. She saw this and immediately fastened her lips about it again, her fingers working at me frantically. I shortly blew off again, and this time she swallowed all my offerings.
"Wonderful," she breathed, licking her lips as she had done before. "I swear, Robert, I could suck you forever."
We had no chance for further talk, for suddenly from upstairs came a loud sound, as if someone or something had fallen out of a bed. Abbie and I exchanged glances.
"Sounds like Dad has located your mother, Robert!" she cried, clapping her hands like a child.
Muffled grunts, loud enough for us to hear, however, came from upstairs. "He's got the big prong into her!" Abbie cried. "That's the way I always grunt when he rams it up me."
My mother screamed, and I recognized it as being one of delight and not of pain or fear-I'd heard such screams from her many times, though never with such volume.
"Sounds as if you're right, Abbie. Something good is happening up there."
Abbie laughed. "When he sinks his shaft, it's good, believe me. He's built like a bull."
Suddenly, there were sounds of running feet upstairs, and Abbie and I immediately looked up at the stairs. My mother was down on her back, stark naked, and Mr. LeBlanc, also naked, was on top of her. They began to come down the stairs with each thrust of his pecker. Mother had her legs wrapped about his muscular legs, and he spread his hands out to prevent them from tumbling down all at once. Little by little and step by step the two of them moved down the stairs, making a most unusual and interesting sight. Finally, they were all the way to the bottom, neither of them paying any attention to Abbie or me, and Mr. LeBlanc kept up his powerful stroking of my mother. Mother's eyes were tightly closed, and I saw her shudder repeatedly as the powerful man dug his hardened cock into the deep recess of her cunt. Mr. LeBlanc let out an agonized groan; I saw his body stiffen, and I knew he was flooding into my mother's cunt.
Abbie came closer to me, and I turned and stared at her, my heart pounding furiously. She'd stripped off her clothing and was moving her butt about in circular fashion.
"Take your clothes off, Robert," she begged. "Let's join them on the floor."
I nearly tore my trousers getting them off. Dropping to the floor beside her, I took my penis in hand and thrust it at her red cunt. I never got to it, however, for Mr. LeBlanc roughly knocked me aside and, much to my surprise, began to suck my cock, while at the same time my mother grasped Abbie's hips and buried her face in my girl's crevice. Abbie reached out her hands, and I clasped both of them with my own, and the two of us were creamed simultaneously by one another's parents.
"Robert," my mother said later, after Mr. LeBlanc and Abbie had gone home, "I must thank you for inviting Mr. LeBlanc over. I found both him and his daughter to be delightful people."
I was in my pajamas now and having a glass of milk. "I'm glad you liked him."
"He is an utterly fascinating man, dear. What an enormous stabber. He's the kind of man I think I would marry."
I nearly choked on my milk. "Are you serious?"
She laughed and removed her dress. She wasn't wearing any underclothing. She had no inhibitions about revealing her body or her desires to me. Her breasts jounced about enticingly as she walked across the room, her butt swaying from side to side, the little creases coming and going in each cheek of her butt as she walked. I saw her pour herself a shot of whiskey, a drink she seldom indulged in least not without some sort of dilutent mixed in it.
"Robert," she said, turning about, "did you think us strange with that sudden turn of events...."
I waited for her to finish her question, but she didn't. "Do you mean did I think it strange when Mr. LeBlanc sucked me and you sucked Abbie?" I asked.
"Y-Yes," she muttered.
"No, I enjoyed it very much. Why?"
She laughed. "I'm afraid you've inherited my hot blood, dear." She paused, looked up at me over the rim of her glass. "I must say it pleases me that you have."
"I rather like it, too."
She moved her legs farther apart and stood there with the most delightful look of lust on her pretty face. "Robert, dear," she called over to me. "Please come over and get down on your knees. I need something from you."
I eagerly went to her and dropped to my knees. Her tummy was only inches from my spittle-filled mouth.
"Robert, dear, suck my cunt. Make me cream in your face, dear."
"Be happy to."
I grasped her buttocks and pulled her cunt to my lips, darting my tongue in and out of her with great rapidity.
Her response was wonderful. She discharged with a shudder, and I tasted and swallowed her hot, sweet fluid. She groaned and threw herself down on me, her great thighs spreading, her moist cunt pursuing my lips, my face, as if bent on swallowing me back into her womb.
The heat of my desire became so intense that my body jerked itself almost into a convulsion, and a moment later my swollen tube emptied itself out onto the carpet, drenching it with thick, gray milk.
She removed her cunt from my mouth long enough to speak. "I wonder what it would be like to be married to such a man as Mr. LeBlanc," she murmured.
I had no answer for her. None at all. Had I one I couldn't have given it, because she suddenly sat down firmly on my face, and my lips were covered completely. I closed my eyes and resumed sucking her.