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CHAPTER THREE

"How old are you?" Pat said.

The guy beside her in the car looked at her. "Eighteen."

Pat chuckled. "Anyway, it doesn't matter, does it?"

She leaned toward him and kissed him, first his cheek and then he turned his face and she kissed his lips. He had a sweet mouth. A sweet looking body, too. She hadn't thought of picking anyone up in the shopping mall. But here they were at the end of the parking lot. He had a part-time job at one of the department stores, and now he was finished for the day and she had him all to herself. She'd made a big sale today. She told herself this was a small present. She looked around. It was dusk and the parking lot was nearly empty, the nearest car fifty yards away. She slid her hand into his lap and squeezed his crotch.

"Horny?"

He nodded. "Yeah!"

"I bet you're horny all the time. It's a sign of health. I know all about guys. I have a son your age."

"Jesus!"

"What's the matter?"

"You don't look that old."

"Well, I am. I'm old enough to be your mother. Let's unzip this!"

She brought his cock out. She had to struggle with his jockey shorts to get him free, but in a moment she had it in the air. He seemed nervous. He kept looking around the parking lot until she told him to relax.

"No one can see anything," she said.

His cock was not one of the huge ones. He had a young prick with a long foreskin. Silky to the touch. She kneaded his prick with her fingers until he was fully erect, and then she skinned back his foreskin to free his cock-knob.

"It's a nice one," she said. "I like it."

She did like it. His cockhead was pink and shiny. Juicy-looking, It made her mouth water. Maybe it was because he was so young. She loved sucking the young ones. She loved the taste and smell of their young pricks.

"I'm going to suck you off," she said.

He protested. "Jesus, what for? I thought you said I could fuck you!"

"You will, you will. We'll go somewhere. But first I'll suck you. Don't you like to get sucked?"

"Sure I do."

She wagged his prick back and forth. "I bet your girlfriends are crazy about this cock. Do you come in their mouths?"

She caught the excitement in his eyes.

"Sometimes," he said.

His pisshole was leaking steadily now. She smeared the juice over his knob with her thumb. She pulled his foreskin up to cover his cockknob and then skinned it back again. With a murmur of contentment, she shifted her body and went down on him.

She licked his prick-knob, dripped saliva from her mouth and smeared it around with her tongue. Then she took him. He groaned when he felt the heat of her mouth. His cock was short enough so she could take the length on the first pass. She stayed down there, her lips squeezing the base of his cockshaft, his prickhead tickling her tonsils. She could smell his crotch. Sweet and sweaty. What a little prize he was!

After that she brought him off. There wasn't much they could do in a parking lot, and she wanted to get him to a motel somewhere. She also wanted the taste of his spunk. She bobbed her head a few times and then tightened her lips. He was on the edge, and she could do him without fingers. A few more passes and he stiffened and groaned and released his load in her mouth. Warm and thick. She sucked him dry, nursing at his prick until she had it all. Then she straightened up and smiled at him.

"You're a doll," she said. "Now put it away.

"Are we still going somewhere?"

She laughed. "Of course we are!"

They were always suspicious. They thought it impossible that a woman like her would want them. Some of them knew better, but most of them were like this one. Too new at sex to understand. What was his name? She had to think a moment. Oh yes, his name was Calvin.

A sweet name for a sweet guy. She started the motor and eased the car out of the parking lot and onto the highways She had to drive a few miles until she found the motel she wanted. She had used this place before. The girl in the office had a bored look as she handed over the key. A few minutes later, Pat had the guy in a room.

After she locked the door and pulled the drapes, she went to him and kissed him.

"Do it right this time," she said. "Open your mouth."

She gave him her tongue. Then she took his tongue, sucked on the wet muscle as she pressed her body against his. When she finally broke the kiss, his face was flushed.

"Don't you like to kiss?"

He wiped his mouth. "Sure."

Pat chuckled. "But you like other things better, right? Unbutton my blouse."

His fingers worked at the buttons. She could see how nervous he was. She soothed him, told him how much she, liked him.

"You're grown up," she said. "You don't have to feel you're a baby."

When he had all her buttons undone, she pulled the blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and slipped it off. His eyes were hqt as he gazed at her bra-covered tits. With a smile, she reached behind her, unhooked her bra and freed her tits.

"Come on, touch," she said. "A woman likes to be touched."

She stood passively while he handled her tits. He seemed in awe of them. Then suddenly he mashed his face against one of her tits and took her nipple in his mouth.

She liked it. His mouth felt good. She took one of his hands and brought it around to her ass. In a moment he had both hands on her ass, his fingers squeezing her asscheeks as he continued sucking her nipple.

Then she gently pushed him away from her tit. "Do you know how to lick a pussy?"

He blushed. "Yeah, sure."

"I don't want you to do it if it turns you off."

"No, I like it."

She suspected he'd never done it before. Not to a grown woman. If that was true, then it was time for him to learn.

She quickly stripped her skirt and slip and panties off. Her curt was wet, the crotch of her panties soaked with it. She left her gartered nylons on. Let him learn to know the feel of nylon against his ears.

"Over here," she said. "I'll sit in this chair."

His excitement was obvious when she sat down and exposed her cunt. She draped her legs over the upholstered arms to let him have a goad look at her.

"Lunch-time," she said. "Eat me first, and then after that you can fuck me."

He went down on his knees in front of her. She slid her ass forward and pulled his head in. In a moment, she felt his nose and tongue. The young ones always thought they had to lick her fuck-hole. She didn't mind. She had his nose against her clit and by gently rocking his head with her hands she could get the action she wanted. Sucking his cock had primed her, and now it took no more than a few minutes to bring her off. She groaned and shivered at the end. She closed her thighs around his head and held him prisoner.

After that she made him lick her clean. She taught him how to swab his tongue up and down her pussy. Then she wiped his mouth with a tissue. He looked so cute. Now he would know how to suck a woman. The next time he balled one of his girlfriends, the girl would have, a surprise.

She helped him undress. He leaned one hand on her shoulder as she pulled his jeans and shorts down. She stripped him completely. She fondled his cock and halls. His prick was up again. His pink balls looked full of spunk.

She took his prick in her mouth. Holding his balls in her hand, she sucked his cock-knob and then the rest of his cockshaft. He had a sweet tasting prick, the long foreskin fun to play with. She pushed his foreskin down with her lips and then pulled it back with her fingers.

After that she told him to turn around, and she plastered a kiss on each asscheek. She was hungry for him. His sweet young body. She licked up and down his asscrack and he giggled. She made him bend forward. She pulled his asscheeks apart to expose his asshole. A light-brown crinkled little assbud. She lapped it with her tongue. He shuddered and pushed his ass back against her face.

"Do you like that?" she said.

"It feels good."

She laughed. "I'll bet it does."

She made him turn around again, and once more she took his cock in her mouth. He was very hard now, his cock in full erection, his prick pointing at the ceiling. She licked up and down the underside of his cockshaft and then popped his nuts inside her mouth, one after the other.

"Alright, lets get on the bed," she said. "Now you can fuck me." Then she teased him.

"You still want to fuck, don't you?" "Don't you want to?"

"Yes, I want to. I want you to do it from behind. Have you ever done it that way?" She didn't wait for his answer. She knelt on the bed with her ass in the air and her head resting on her folded arms. "Get behind me and stick it in."

"Do you want it in your ass?"

She chuckled. "What do you know about that? Have you ever done it?"

"Sure."

She was certain he was lying. "No, not in my ass. Put it in my pussy."

She was eager for it now. Her cunt was sopping. She could feel the twitching inside. Poor little pussy needs a cock, she thought. She swayed her ass from side to side. She loved this position. She loved having them look at both fuck-holes at the same time.

Then she felt his cock against her cuntlips. His knob pressed against her wet cuntflesh. She was so wet, he slipped inside without any delay. Nothing to hold him back. In a moment his young prick was buried to the hilt in her pussy.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yeah."

"You feel good, too. Your cock feels wonderful."

She knew he would tell all his friends about her. This beautiful blonde who took him to a motel and let him fuck her. And none of his friends would believe it.

He didn't last long. A guy like this had once fucked her for nearly an hour without his prick getting soft. But this one was too eager. He came quickly. He kept pumping as he shot his load, and that was nice. That was enough to give her a weak orgasm. She wanted more, but she realized her time with him was finished.

After they were dressed, she drove the guy to the section of town in which he lived, and dropped him off about a block from his home. When he asked to see her again, she gave him a phony telephone number. She had nothing against him, he was cute and she liked him, but she never saw them more than once. No complications and plenty of variety. There were a thousand cocks out there, and life was too short. You're too hard-boiled, she thought. But she was having fun, wasn't she?

She went home. Stuart was out. She found a note in the kitchen telling her he'd gone to a softball game with some friends. He said he'd be home by seven. It was almost seven now. She looked at the mail. When she went to her room, she remembered the rubber plant needed water. She decided to do that before undressing. She brought the plastic spray bottle and started spraying the plant and that was when she discovered the hole in. the wall.

She wouldn't have seen it at all if she hadn't just happened to look at that spot. At first she didn't know what it was. She touched it with her finger and the piece of wallpaper came away to reveal the hole and the plug inside it. She immediately went out of the room and opened the hall closet. The moment she turned the light on in there she saw the hole on the closet side. A peephole. That's what it was, a peephole. Stuart had been spying on her. Her own son had been spying on her in her bedroom!

Her first reaction was anger. But that quickly gave way to amusement. Guys his age were always so horny, it was no surprise that he wanted to look at her. She ought to be flattered. These days, if a guy wanted to see what a women looked like, all he had to do was open a magazine. But it was her he wanted to look at. He had gone through all that trouble to make the hole. No, she couldn't be angry. She thought about him so often in a sexual way, how could she blame him for thinking about her and then doing something about it beside thinking?

You had to admit the kid had gumption.

She made herself a drink and waited for him to came home. He was surprised to see her still dressed in her working clothes. "You going somewhere, Mom?"

She shook her head. "I just came home a little while ago.

She said nothing to him about discovering the hole in the wall. She hadn't done anything to it.

"I think I'll go up and change now. Maybe I'll take a nap, too. You'll be all right, won't you?"

"Sure, Mom."

She knew why she was doing it. She wanted him to watch her. Kinky as it was, the damn thing turned her on. She told him she might take a nap because she wanted him to go to the hall closet. She wanted him to watch her while she took her clothes off. Oh boy, she thought, now we've come a long way.

She was in her room only a few minutes before she heard him enter the closet. She was thankful now she hadn't touched the plug in the hole. Her excitement was intense. She was already turned-on. Just the idea of exhibiting herself to Stuart was enough to make her wet.

Inside the closet, Stuart's excitement was as keen as his mother's. He had the plug out of the wall and his eye at the hole. He had his zipper down and his cock in his fist. His prick was already stiff. He slowly stroked his cock with his fingers as he watched her.

Pat delayed undressing awhile. She wondered if he jerked off as he watched her. She guessed that he did. She guessed it was very exciting for him to see her naked. Finally she unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. She did whatever she would do normally. She didn't want him to get the idea she knew he was watching. She hung the blouse in the closet and tossed the bra into a basket of stuff that had to be washed. Her nipples were hard. Just knowing he was looking at her had stiffened her nipples.

Standing in front of the mirror, she hefted her tits in her hands and examined each one. What fun it was to do it and know he was watching her. She opened ajar of cocoa butter and smeared some on her nipples, first one and then the other. She rubbed the cream over her nipples and then into the surrounding titflesh.

I'm wetting my pants, she thought.

She imagined what it would be like to have his mouth on her tits, his teeth pulling at her nipples, his lips sucking and nibbling. She stripped the rest of her clothes off as slowly as possible. She tossed her panties into the laundry basket. She deliberately kept her nylons and high-heels on. They always made her feel sexy. She liked to fuck wearing nylons. It thrilled her to have Stuart looking at her when she looked so sexy. Was he jerking off? She imagined his hand pumping his cock. That lovely cock he had. Only a few hours ago she'd had a guy in a motel room. But of course, it wasn't enough. Nothing was ever enough. She could take all the cock she could get. He son's cock, too. What a lovely dream it would be to fuck him. To have his cock in her mouth and cunt and ass. She would take him everywhere. She would do everything with him she did with the guys she picked up. She would eat his cock and suck his ass.

God, how I want him! she thought.

She puttered around the room. She sat down awhile to brush her hair, and after that she pretended to busy herself with her wardrobe. As if she were choosing something to wear tomorrow. She was having too much fun to stop it. Showing herself to Stuart was incredibly exciting.

She was so horny. Was it because that guy Calvin had been a disappointment? Or was it Stuart? She decided it was Stuart. Then she realized she would never be satisfied with just this. Just exhibiting herself. It was only a game and it would never really satisfy her.

She made her mind up. She slipped into a silk kimono and abruptly left the room. She went downstairs to the kitchen and fixed herself a Bloody Mary. She waited another minute or two to make sure he was back in his room, and then she called out to him.

"Honey, come on down!"

He came out of his room and looked at her from the landing. "What is it, Mom?"

"Just come on down. I'd like to talk to you about something."

When he walked into the kitchen, his eyes immediately ran over her body. She was standing against one of the counters. She knew the silk kimono outlined all her curves. She still wore the nylons and high heels, but otherwise she was naked. Stuart was obviously well aware of it.

"What is it, Mom?"

I'll drip my pussy-juice on the floor, she thought. She was so hot. It turned her on having him so close to her after what had happened before. Her knees were trembling. It can't go on, she thought.

Suddenly, she came out and told him, She told him she knew about the bole in the wall. She told him she knew he'd been spying on her.

He was stunned. She could see the sudden panic in his eyes. That helpless look. She tried to keep her voice even and without anger. She told him it was better if they talked about it.

He wouldn't talk. At first he stood frozen as he listened to her. Then he suddenly pulled himself together and bolted. He ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room.

She heard his door slam. She could feel the sweat running down between her tits. Dear God, what now? she thought. She went to his room. After briefly knocking on the door, she opened it and stepped inside. He was stretched out on the bed. He turned his face away, refusing to look at her.

"Listen, I'm not angry," she said. She sat down on the edge of the bed and touched his knee. "It's important that you know I'm not angry. Really, I'm not."

"I feel like a rat," he said.

"Oh, come on."

"It's true."

"It's not that terrible. There's nothing unusual about a guy your age wanting to see his mother naked. It's only natural."

She talked to him about it. She gradually convinced him she really wasn't that upset over it. She said they used to see each other naked all the time when he was younger. It wasn't such a big deal. She kidded him about it. She got him to smile. Then after a while she asked him how long the spying had been going on.

"About a month."

"When I go to bed?"

She knew what that meant. She often lay in bed naked and uncovered, reading a book or a magazine and playing with her pussy. "You've seen me masturbating, haven't you?"

He flushed. "I'm sorry."

"It's not that awful everyone does it." "I didn't say it was awful."

She smiled. "Wow, I bet that turned you on. It did, didn't it?"

He turned his face away again. "Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not making fun. Anyway, I'm not angry. Let's leave at that and stay friends. Okay?"

"Okay."

She rose up from the bed. "I'll see you later." "Mom?"

"What?"

"You're a super woman."

She left him and went down the hall to her room. There was nothing more to talk about for the time being. He had spied on her, he had seen her naked, he had watched her masturbating. For nearly a month. She wondered how many nights they had both jerked off at the same me, she on one side of the wall and he on the other. It seemed so silly when you looked at it that way.

She lay down on her bed and thought about him. His big juicy cock in his fist. She remembered what it looked like. She imagined his jism spurting in the closet. Sometimes she got pretty wild when she masturbated. She tried to remember whether she had used anything in the past few weeks. Sometimes she used a banana. He had most probably seen her fingering her asshole. She always did that. She was so sensitive there. How strange it was that she wasn't embarrassed by it all. She was more excited than embarrassed. All the things he'd seen.

She knew she had to have him. She had to fuck him or she'd go mad.

It has to be tonight, she thought. She couldn't wait. It was stupid to wait. She wanted him, and she knew he wanted her.. It had to be tonight.