"Her lover son" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vickers Robert)

CHAPTER FOUR

The afternoon sunlight filtered in through the window bathing the sleeping mother and son. Joleen stirred and reached out. Her hand found warm flesh. She began to stroke it. The firm muscles under the asscheek she found began to flex. In a few minutes, Larry turned over and took his mother in his arms.

"Morning, Mom. How's things?"

Joleen began to wipe the sleep from her eyes.

Her hangover was gone. For that she was glad. But the guilt still remained. She had fucked her own son. And she had done it twice!

Her answer was weak. "All right, I suppose."

Larry laughed harshly. "Still hung up over what we did? Hell, Mom, no reason to be. If the old man's no good, you deserve someone better. Right? I just happened to be around."

"Is that all you think about… about screwing your own mother?"

Larry's eyes widened slightly. "Yeah. What more do you want me to say? I really got off on it. You're one hell of a good lay."

"Y-You're not feeling the least bit guilty? I mean… incest!" Joleen's brain had cleared and the fog of booze had gone. The full impact of what they had done had hit her.

"Incest? Shit, that's just a scare word out of the Dark Ages. I dig you, you dig me. We make a good team together in the sack. And you've got a damn tight cunt. And don't tell me I'm not any good at fucking. I've fucked enough chicks to know what's good and what isn't."

Joleen studied her son. She believed her son when he said she was a good lay. Joleen knew she was, and that bothered her quite a bit.

Her sex drive was strong, and Harold insisted on the old "wham, bam, thank you, ma'am!" style of fucking. If he ever took more than ten minutes to ball her, she had forgotten when. And he never even tried for a second time. Said he didn't like sloppy seconds. Harold usually rolled over on his pot belly and went to sleep, snoring loudly.

Joleen looked at Larry. Maybe he had the right idea. Why did she even bother to stick around with Harold? That bastard didn't really mistreat her physically. He was more cunning. All he tried was mental torture. He kept her locked in a golden cage so that she wouldn't get out and find some other stud to service her.

It was Harold's bad luck that Larry was around.

With him, Joleen thought she might have found the way out of her money-lined nest. She had been afraid of leaving Harold because he was able to give her lots of nice clothes, a good house and a new car every year.

The one thing he didn't give her was a good fucking. Ever.

Joleen couldn't even be sure Harold loved her.

"Maybe you're right, Larry."

"Hell, yes, I'm right! And you know it! Don't you?" her son demanded.

Joleen thought for a few seconds as she studied his deep black eyes, now blazing with cold intensity.

"You're right," she admitted, and meant it.

"Now what are you going to do to get out of here? It's pretty plain that we can fuck all we want. But you need more. Besides, Katherine's enough to wear me out. I'm not putting her on ice, even for my own sweet, tight-assed mother." Larry's tone was conversational.

Joleen marveled at how calmly he took all this. She was lost in a bewildering flood of emotions.

It must be the new morality, she told herself. He could accept all sorts of things that her upbringing told her were wrong. And Larry seemed to be the happier right now. He seemed to be better adjusted than she ever had been.

What use was money if it made you unhappy? It was certainly no good to Joleen since it didn't bring her even a moderately good fucking. She had toyed with the idea of going out and finding a stud to service her. The money could be wormed out of Harold if she played her cards right. She could nag him until he gave her some to shut her mouth. If only he were freer with his money and less so with the stuff like cars and clothes and furniture.

Joleen knew that she could really knock out a dude if she wore some of the clothes she had hanging in her closet and never had the chance to wear. That brilliant red dress slit up the side that exposed her legs, thighs and ass and let her tits dribble out the top would make any man's cock hard.

But she lacked the courage to go out to a bar and get picked up. Joleen's strict upbringing and religious hangups caught her in a really bad trap.

"So why not come to a party over at Katherine's tonight?" Larry had seen the distracted look in her eyes and had guessed what she was thinking.

"A party?" Joleen was unsure of herself. She knew what kind of parties Larry had been going to.

"Yeah. Don't get so uptight. You don't have to smoke dope unless you want to. Most of the people that show up usually bring a bottle. You know. Wine. Sangria or whatever."

"Wh-what do you do at the party?"

"It's just a party. Come along and see for yourself. But you'd better leave your Puritan morals here if you decide to come. It'll be over at Katherine's pad. You know where she's at."

Without further discussion, Larry lithely vaulted out of the bed and walked off. Joleen watched him go. His taut muscles rippling as he walked made her cunt ache for him again. How she needed a man, a real man – and all the time!

That decided her to go to the party. She didn't want to get involved with the drug scene, but Larry said people showed up and just got drunk. That suited her fine. And maybe she could find someone who'd be willing to fuck her. Someone who would be good at it. Someone she could enjoy in bed.

Joleen lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a long time. The tiny cracks that had begun to appear in the plaster didn't interest her. The woman's mind was on her relationship with Harold, how rotten it had become. Then she lovingly thought of Larry and how fine it had been to have him fuck her. He had even fucked her up the ass.

That had been the first time for her. And that decided her to go to Larry's party for sure. If she could find someone who interested her, who could satisfy her body's sexual hungers, it would be time well spent. And if she didn't find someone who would fuck her cross-eyed, the time wouldn't be wasted. She could be getting pleasantly drunk and forget all about her problems.

Otherwise, she'd just sit around the house getting drunk all by herself, feeling miserable and maybe watching the crummy situation comedies on television.

Joleen was uncertain how to dress for the party, and Larry had long since gone to spend the afternoon wherever he went. The woman was certain her son didn't bother to go to school any more. Exactly what he did with his time, she wasn't sure. She didn't really care one way or the other, either.

As long as he didn't turn out like his father, Joleen figured everything would be all right.

Joleen finally decided that the clothes she wore around the house would be the best choice. Larry's friends would all be high school age, or so she imagined.

Joleen Jensen was in for a big surprise.

She hesitantly approached Katherine's apartment. The noise from inside was muted, but still audible outside. Nothing too loud to provoke the neighbors into calling the cops, but there was still enough noise to let Joleen know she had found the right place. She self-consciously rubbed her sweaty palms on her blue jeans and wondered if the embroidered work shirt she wore would be considered out of place.

Would everyone consider her to be an outsider trying to butt in on their fun? Or would it be like Larry said? Everyone would either accept her or not, and on their own terms. It would be interesting to meet people who formed opinions on their own without being influenced by dress or background. The dreary people that Harold dragged home with him were all such snobs. Dollar signs seemed to be in their eyes whenever they looked over the house. And the bitches in the bridge club were just as bad. Everything was money, money, money.

Joleen would have been willing to bet anything not a singe one of these old biddies had had a good fuck within the last six months.

She knocked timidly, then louder as her confidence grew.

Katherine came to the door. Joleen recognized her immediately by the flame-red hair. She quickly studied her son's girlfriend and decided he had good taste in women. Katherine was tall, a bit on the stocky side. But everything was in the right place and there was lots of it.

Katherine didn't have a beautiful face, but it was passable. Her body, however, was obviously her primary asset. In more ways than one. The redhead had an ass that just didn't quit. It was round and firm. It bounced slightly as she walked, rolled around with a swaying motion that Joleen appreciated, even envied.

The other girl's tits were almost fully exposed. She, too, wore a blue work shirt with embroidered pornographic designs. Hers was unbuttoned and hanging loose to reveal the whiteness of the huge tits underneath. They drooped a bit under their own weight, but those mounds of titflesh were a real turn on. Joleen couldn't understand it exactly, but she found herself getting all itchy in the cunt just looking at the lovely red-haired Katherine.

In some way Joleen didn't quite understand, her own son's girlfriend turned her on.

"Yeah?" said Katherine, then, recognizing Joleen, she exclaimed, "Hey! You're Larry's old lady! Come on in! The party's just getting started!"

"Thanks." Joleen went in clutching the bottle of bourbon she had brought. Inside the small apartment were a half-dozen people lounging around in various states of undress. A couple of men were stripped to the waist. Joleen's heart beat faster at the sight of one of them. The hairy mat on his chest and the bulging biceps made her want to rip off her clothes, go stuff her cunt into his face and beg him to fuck her as hard as he could.

Joleen refrained from the impulse as Katherine told her, "The glasses and ice are out in the kitchen. Go ahead and help yourself to anything you want."

The meaning was clear.

Joleen made her way through the crowd to the small kitchen and fixed a strong drink. She thought she might need it. The faint aroma of grass drifted to her, but she decided this was one of the things she'd have to put up with. To get a chance at fucking the guy with the broad chest, she'd put up with a hell of a lot.

She made her way back to the living room and stood, watching the scene in progress. Katherine was busy putting another stack of records on the stereo. Joleen wasn't all that much into rock music, but she thought she recognized the song that was starting.

Katherine went back to her intimate discussion with a skeleton-thin teenager sitting on the sofa. The boy's hand drifted to the open blouse and fondled Katherine's big tits. The girl didn't seem to mind. Quite the contrary, she seemed to encourage it. Katherine reached over and was soon stroking the guy's zippered crotch. Joleen could see the outline of the guys cock pressing against his jeans as he got harder and harder from the handjob.

Just watching made Joleen hot. She didn't come to this party to listen to music or get drunk or watch others making out.

She came to get fucked.

A voice from the floor said, "Aren't you a bit lonesome up there? All by yourself?"

Joleen looked down and saw a guy, maybe eighteen or nineteen, staring up at her. "It is a bit lonely. What do you suggest to cure that piss-poor condition?"

"For starters, how about you getting that fine ass of yours down here where I can see if it's real or not."

"It's real. No padding."

"I don't believe it. It's too perfect not to be padded out."

Joleen felt the boy's hand creeping up her leg, massaging and squeezing her calf. That was all it took for Joleen to collapse to the floor and lay beside the man.

He wasn't too bad-looking. Not the muscular type like the dude across the room, but he was adequate for what Joleen wanted. Besides, she suspected it didn't matter what kind of equipment the guy had as long as he could use it well.

Her gaze followed her hand to his groin. She saw the bulge under his jeans, then felt the outline of a cock under her fingers. A quick motion freed his cock. Joleen eagerly grabbed it and began stroking up and down.

The guy gulped hard when he felt the friction along his cock.

"Damn, you don't waste any time, do you? My name's Ray."

"Mine's Joleen. And why don't you put that damn thing out and unbutton my blouse?"

Ray looked surprised and then passed the roach along to someone behind him. Joleen heard him say, "I won't be needing this for a while."

When Ray turned back, however, he didn't even attempt to work on the buttons holding Joleen's shirt together. He reached to her waist and undid her belt. Then he slid his hands around her to her well-fleshed ass.

"Damnation!" he exclaimed. "You weren't shitting me! Those are for real! Not a bit of padding anywhere I can feel!" His fingers were cool on her asscheeks. When Ray began to squeeze, Joleen returned the favor and clamped down on his cock. She rubbed up and down his prick, feeling it quiver and jerk under her handling. The woman's fingers traced out the huge blue vein along the shaft, then drifted up its length to the head of the huge cock.

Joleen lightly ran her fingernails over the sensitive cockhead, then pressed the tip between her fingers. Ray gasped but said nothing.

He moved his fingers down the humid crease of her ass. His fingers managed to find her tiny ashole and entered. It wiggled and wormed its way up into Joleen's shit chute until the woman couldn't restrain herself any longer.

"Oh, God, Ray! Stop it! Stop it! I want you to fuck me, not play with my asshole!"

Ray gulped as Joleen tightened her grip on his cock to emphasize her desperate need.

"You sure as hell don't mince words, do you? You come with anybody special?"

"No." The woman didn't trust herself to say more. The feel of Ray's finger diddling up her ass made Joleen feel like jelly inside. She shook with ill-concealed lust. She wanted him to fuck her. She needed his long cock up her cunt, not clutched in her hand!

"Hey, wow, I recognize you! You're Larry's old lady, aren't you? Wow!" Ray's finger increased its depth of penetration in a mock fucking of her asshole.

"Fuck me, damn you! Get your fucking finger out of my ass and fuck me!"

Ray laughed. "You're so damned horny I can hardly believe it. But if you want something, mother of my good buddy Larry, then suck on my cock instead of squeezing it to death!"

His voice changed pitch, and Ray commanded, "Suck my cock, you stupid bitch!"

The words seared into Joleen's brain. They excited her. They made her feel so hot she couldn't bear it any longer. If she sucked his cock, maybe then he would fuck her. And she knew his cock was big enough to please her.

If only he would cram it up her cunt!

Maybe if she did what he commanded, he would grant her wish and satisfy the need in her burning cunt.

Joleen quickly slipped down and took the head of the man's cock into her mouth and began to run her tongue around and around in small circles. Ray gasped and removed his hands from her ass to put them behind her brunette head. He pressed her face into his groin as he called out, "Suck, damn you, Suck!"

Joleen sucked. Her cheeks caved in and she allowed the suction to pull the teenager's massive cock into her mouth. As his cock was pulled in, she ran her rough, wet tongue all over the surface, finding every bump and ridge, leaving a trail of saliva behind.

Joleen was excited by the taste of cock in her mouth. Her tongue found the tiny pin-prick hole at the end of Ray's shaft. She tried to push the small tip of her tongue into his cock, knowing full well the effort would fail. But Joleen didn't really care because it was so much fun trying.

Ray wasn't complaining, either. He was being driven mad by the expert blowjob. Lances of pleasure jabbed into his balls and tightened them into compressed spheres. Then they became a pressure cooker with only one safety valve – that hole in the end of his cock that Joleen was so avidly trying to enter with her tongue. The searing delight seized him and burned in his belly, made his balls tumble and boil with incredible lust.

Ray wanted to blast his jet of cum into Joleen's mouth right then and there. But he was selfish. He wanted even more of her mouth on his cock. He wanted the full effect of her expert oral attentions. He wanted her to lick and tongue his cock from hairy balls to purple tip. He wanted his prick to feel like it would rupture from the intense pleasure this woman was giving it.

Joleen sucked for all she was worth. She felt Ray's cock begin to expand under her tongue as more and more blood pumped into the shaft. He tasted so good! She began to nibble and gnaw at the rubbery stalk in her mouth while she continued to suck like a vacuum cleaner on his cock. Ray began to writhe and buck when Joleen's tongue swept back and forth along the sensitive underside of his jerking, painfully throbbing cock.

Ray pushed the brunette's head down into his crotch. He needed more, ever more of this fine head! He had been missing out on a lot fooling around with the chicks who normally came to these parties. Joleen was so damned good it was almost frightening to him. He began to think of ways he could monopolize her – she was such a good cocksucker that he didn't want to share her with anyone else!

As Ray pulled her down, Joleen took his entire cock into her mouth. The knob on the top of his cock slid slickly along the roof of her mouth, then the entire prick sailed down her throat. She took it all without gagging. Joleen had learned the secret of putting her tongue directly under the invading cock, stimulating it to the utmost as it plunged down her throat.

Ray found that out quickly. He felt the tingly needles of delight jab into his cock when Joleen's teeth rubbed against his sensitive shaft. The wetness of her mouth soothed him, he felt himself dragged down into her throat, tight, hot and wet.

It was too much for his turtured balls to endure. The sensation jolted back along his tense and jerking cock to his scrotum. The pressure cooker of his balls exploded with a fierce violence that sent spurt after fiery spurt of jism down Joleen's gulping throat.

Ray's cock burned with lust as he ejaculated wildly into the woman's sucking mouth. And Joleen was happy to take all of Ray's cum that she could. The first spurt seemed to arc down her throat without even touching her tongue.

The woman pulled back a bit so that the second spurt would roll across her tongue. She savored the tangy taste, the salty flavor of Ray's jism. She began to suck as hard as she could to milk hint dry of every drop of his cum.

"Chriiist!" was all Ray could scream out as she applied even more suction to his cock.

She continued to suck until his pumping prick was emptied of all its creamy load. Joleen felt his fingers ease their tension from the back of her head, and she looked up into Ray's lust-glazed eyes.

Her pink-tipped tongue gently flicked out and snatched a droplet of spunk that had oozed from the tip of his still rigid prick.

Ray relaxed and lay back on the floor, muttering, "Damn, are you something else!"

Joleen sat up and licked her lips clean of the tasty jism. Sucking Ray off hadn't sated her desires in the least. And now she had made sure he wouldn't be able to thrust that long, long cock into her for quite a while.

She watched his cock wilt, and her own comment was, "Damn!"