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

CHAPTER SIX

"Tell me about Willie," Joleen coaxed her son. Larry sat eating an apple, apparently at ease after the party the night before at Katherine's. Joleen hadn't had the opportunity to get drunk and didn't have her usual hangover. Larry had managed to fuck just about every chick there and was feeling cocky about it. He and Katherine had finished off the evening with them going outside and falling into the swimming pool and fucking in the water. Since it had been almost four in the morning, no one had complained.

If anyone had seen them, they would have been more interested in watching than bitching. Katherine and Larry enjoyed fucking in the water and had gotten it down to a fine art, stoned or sober.

"What do you want to know about him? He's just a friend of mine, that's all." From the way her son said it, trying to be too casual, Joleen knew there was more.

"What's he do for a living? He seems a bit old for the crowd that shows up for your parties."

"No older than you are, Mother dear." Larry continued to munch his apple.

"What's he do for a living? You didn't mention that."

"Well, let's say that Willie is a dealer in used items that most people wouldn't want to handle because of the low resale value."

"He's a junk dealer?"

"Hell, no!" snapped Larry. "He doesn't even touch the hard stuff." When he saw that his mother had meant things like old cars rather than dope, Larry quickly added, "No, he doesn't deal in trash."

Joleen understood the meaning of the word she had used and saw how Larry had reacted. Willie had nothing to do with illicit drugs, that much was clear. What else could he do that was a trifle bit illegal? It was apparent that Willie was not engaged in anything legal or Larry would have flat out told her what he did for a living.

"Spell it out for me, Larry. In words of one syllable or less."

"Aw, hell and damnation, Mom." He saw the determined look on his mother's face and realized she would start digging if he didn't come through and tell her.

"Okay. Willie's a fence. He deals in hot merchandise. He takes stuff that no one else can handle, travels around a bit and gets rid of it. He makes damn good money. Better than the old man does, betcha."

So Willie was a fence. Joleen had heard how much money such men could make. They'd take stolen goods for ten percent of their value, then resell in other parts of the country for about eighty percent of the true value. On a hundred thousand dollars actual value, Willie stood to make as much as seventy grand. If he was a big-time operator.

Joleen thought back. Willie might be that big an operator. Or larger. He didn't strike her as being a loser, and from the things he said, he did a hell of a lot of traveling. There was a lot of risk, but the payoff seemed to be worth it.

"What's your connection with him?"

"Nothing much," said Larry. "I just sort of act as a go-between. Sort of his assistant, you might say. I know a lot of the guys in school who knock off joints and then can't move the stuff. I take it off their hands and pass it along to Willie. I get my cut, of course."

Joleen was curious as to what Larry's cut was. She refrained from nosing into his business. She didn't really care, but she thought he probably pulled the same deal that Willie did, but on a smaller scale. He paid ten percent of the value, possibly sold it to Willie for twenty percent. Then Willie moved it out of town and made sixty percent without even being seen by the punks ripping the stuff off.

It was a sweet deal, although Joleen didn't like to think that her son was leading a life of crime.

"How long have you been doing this, Larry?"

"Six months or so. Made some damn good money at it, too." He studied his mother, then added, "Would you believe almost ten grand? Better than I could make as a short-order cook burning hamburgers. In another couple years, I'll be making more than the old man. Not so bad pulling down that much without even a high school diploma. Course, I'll probably graduate since that's my source of contacts right now. I'd hate to lose some of them, too."

"But I think of the old man out there busting his balls, and then I think of how easy this is. Willie's told me he'll introduce me to the big boys in another couple months, and I might be able to move up to some of the better-class stuff. Maybe jewelry instead of stereos and that kind of shit."

In spite of herself, Joleen was fascinated. This wasn't the dirty end of crime. Willie and Larry didn't go out and stick a gun under some poor schmuck's nose and threatened to blow him away. They were only the middlemen, no more a criminal than some guy who embezzled from a big company.

"You say Willie travels a lot. Where does he go?"

Larry finished off his apple with one last big crunch. "All over the place, depending on what he's got. Some pictures at an exhibition were stolen, and he took them to Paris last year. Mostly he goes to New York and San Francisco. Sometimes up to Montreal or Toronto, though I can't say what for. He told me once that he had to go to Johannesburg, then to Amsterdam with a monster shipment of diamonds. Some black dude in South Africa ripped them off from a mine owner, Willie bought 'em for almost nothing, then took them straight to Amsterdam, had them cut and imported them to the States as legal as you please. Netted him close to half a million. But he had to split it with his boss. That guy really makes out fine."

Larry got up and left without saying anything further about Willie.

Joleen sat thinking of what her son had told her of Willie's profession. In a perverse way, she was excited by the prospect of knowing a big-time fence. It was so Goddamn dull just sitting around the house all the time, and Harold never took her anywhere. She never met anyone exciting, certainly never as exciting as Willie. She could hardly contain herself. She fantasized what it must be like going to far-off places, eluding the cops by wits rather than brute force, and making fortunes with every deal.

That was just like some of the detective shows on television. And she actually knew one of the "bad" guys. But Joleen couldn't think of Willie as being evil. He was too much a man, too good with his huge cock.

The woman's reverie was broken by the doorbell ringing. She looked at her watch and decided it was too late for the mailman to come by. Besides, ever since their brief encounter, he had been spooked about talking with her. Joleen had to laugh at the thought. Poor man had probably never been seduced by a cock-hungry female before.

She rose and went to the door. Much to her surprise, Willie was there.

"Uh, hi, Willie. Come on in!" She stepped aside to let him into the house.

"Good to see you again, Joleen. But I wanted to know if Larry is in. I've got this deal in the works and figured he was the one to handle it for me."

"You mean you want him to go pick up some stolen merchandise?" She was surprised at the calmness with which Willie took the news that she knew what his business was.

"Yeah, something like that. The big boys need a bagman for some of their money outside of town. I figured Larry could use the grand they offered to get the bag to the airport."

"Why so much for taking some money or whatever it is across town? It must be awfully dangerous or they wouldn't pay so much." Joleen felt Willie's eyes taking in her slim figure. She could imagine the lust mounting in his body as he stood there.

"Larry's not known to, uh, certain people. And the regular bagman sort of vanished with the last haul. So we need a dependable man to make one run till we can replace Slaten."

"What happened to him?" Joleen began to run her hands along her thighs. Just looking at Willie gave her the hots. The pink tip of her tongue made a quick circuit around her lips. Willie didn't miss it.

"Took off with the bread. But the money keeps coming in from the numbers…"

Joleen took the hint not to question him further. She'd seen enough on TV to know all about the numbers racket and the amount of money it could generate in one day.

"Larry's gone out. Don't even know when he'll be back, much less where he got off to."

Willie's eyes raked Joleen's body. He didn't miss a single curve, any of the planes of angles of her body. It became increasingly apparent to Joleen that Willie had waited until he knew Larry would be out. He didn't want to enlist the boy as a bagman. He wanted to fuck her.

She changed the subject.

"Larry says you travel around a lot. Been anywhere exciting lately?"

"Yeah. Up inside a really hot, tight cunt. Last night. Over at Katherine's."

"Oh?" Joleen began playing with the top button on her blouse until it fell open to expose the tops of her white tits. She pretended to nervously play with the next button, got it unfastened and shrugged her shoulders.

Willie said, "You know something? I wouldn't mind going back there right now."

"Come on back to the bedroom. The living room isn't a fit place for discussions of this sort."

Joleen quickly turned and walked away from Willie. She undid the rest of the buttons fastening her blouse and put as much wiggle into her ass as she could. She knew it twitched and rolled from the stares she got from males whenever she went to the shopping center. She turned up all the heat she could for Willie.

The effect wasn't lost on the man, either. He appreciated every twitch and wiggle of Joleen's pert ass.

They entered the bedroom and Joleen, with her back still to Willie, said, "Go ahead and get out of those clothes. I want to show you something interesting."

Willie didn't hesitate getting out of his clothes. Whatever was in store for him must be special or Joleen wouldn't have the quaver in her voice.

And it was special. Joleen began a slow, methodical strip that would have given a hard-on to bronze statue.

She kept her back to him as she held both ends of the shirt tail in her hands. Joleen carefully moved her hands out to either side of her body and looked over her shoulder at the naked Willie. His cock hung limp between his legs, but she saw it quiver and begin to stir with lust. She wiggled first one white shoulder, then the other to free herself from the blouse.

With agonizing slowness, she allowed the blouse to slide down her back. Then, in a flash, she discarded it, and her hands flew to the white bra strap. She looked back at Willie and let her tongue lick her lips suggestively once more.

His cock was rising up, slightly bent, but he was definitely becoming aroused by her strip tease.

She snapped the clasp on the bra and spun around, her arms outstretched in front of her body, beckoning to Willie. Pressed together, her slender arms kept the bra cups in place over her tits. Joleen began to lower her arms, and the bra fell away to reveal the twin mountains of titfiesh that bounced and swayed with her every movement. The ruddy nipples traced out invisible figure eights in the air in front of her as she spun around, her smooth back once again to the man.

Joleen began to work on the skirt, and quickly stepped out of it to reveal her long, tapering legs. This time, Willie's hard-on was complete. His cock bounced and throbbed with each beat of his heart. He was fully turned on and was feeling the mounting need to thrust his prick all the way up her slippery cunt.

Joleen wasn't going to let him get in her pants that easily. It was her turn to string him along for a while like he had done with her the night before. Clad only in the briefest of panties, even the pubic hair from her cunt mound peered over the elastic band in front. The crease of her ass was plainly visible behind.

With a slow, sensuous wiggle, Joleen began to remove her panties. They slid over her full asscheeks, then she twitched her ass a bit before she continued to pull the briefs down her legs. Once off, she looked between her legs and saw Willie's hand moving up and down on his prick.

She tossed the panties to him, and they landed across his cock. Joleen laughed at the sight of the massive cock hidden by her panties.

The woman pivoted and stood, hands on hips, with her legs spread wide. She said, "Now, you long-cocked, fucking fool! Now you can fuck me!"

Joleen crossed to Willie and faced the man. He viciously tossed aside her panties and snarled, "Bitch! You cock-teaser! You're driving me crazy, and you damn well know it!"

"Not half as crazy as I am for you, Willie!"

Joleen virtually dived on the man, crushing him under her weight. Their mouths found each other and they engaged in a long, deep kiss. Their tongues dueled erotically, moving from one mouth to the other. The sweet tang of Joleen's saliva made Willie's cock even harder. So hard, his cock felt as if it would burst like an overinflated balloon.

Willie loved the feel of Joleen's body rubbing against his. As they kissed, she moved to straddle his body so that her legs would be widely split apart. His groping hand roved down over her ass, then found the groove that ran into her gushing cunt.

He began to dip into and out of her flowing pussy, his plunging finger sending shivers of delight throughout Joleen's body. When he added an extra finger, she kissed him with such fervor that his lips were crushed against his teeth and bruised.

With his free hand, he pulled her down as hard as he could. As if intent on breaking her back, he applied more pressure. The woman seemed to become more excited by the minute and began rubbing her cunt up and down across Willie's taut stomach.

He began finger-fucking Joleen as he crushed her to him. He felt the soft nubbins of her nipples harden as they filled with blood from her pumping heart. Soon, Willie could even feel her heartbeat through the aroused flesh of her tits.

With her legs positioned on either side of his body, Joleen was totally exposed to whatever Willie wanted to do. She felt his fingers play along her pussylips, then thrust brutally into her cunt. The juices that flowed out of her manhole lubricated his entry. When he began to plunge his fingers in and out, she pressed even closer to his body and hunched down to take as much of his hand up her cunt as she could.

She felt the prickly sensations rocket into her belly as her cunt mound rubbed against the hair of his lower stomach. As her nipples inflated with blood from her pounding heart, she felt as if she would poke holes in the man's chest. He didn't seem to mind, and Joleen certainly didn't!

The feel of her tits being compressed and twisted around by his body sent lances of joy into her body. She reveled in the feeling and ground her cunt down even harder on Willie's hand.

She went down so far that Willie hooked a finger inside her and dragged her down to his cock. He arched his back as he shoved on her body, and Joleen felt herself being pushed down around Willie's mighty cock.

Again, the tearing and ripping sensation assaulted her body. Flaming arrows shot upward through her cunt and burned in her gut. Willie effortlessly lifted her, and Joleen managed to get her legs up under her body on either side of his ass.

Held upright by her own legs, they could maintain a deep kiss, and she could fuck herself on his long prick. Her hips moved back and forth, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. Joleen's tits rubbed against Willie's chest until she felt as if the nipples would be ripped off by the friction.

Her cunt watered frantically to keep up with the friction being generated inside her body. The warmth spread as she pistoned back and forth along Willie's huge cock. Each thrust filled her, stretched her apart as if she was being pulled in all directions at once.

Willie felt the effects of Joleen's frantic fucking even more. The entire length of his prick burned as if he had dipped it into a jar of acid. The first plunge into her cunt had been made quickly, brutally fast. He hadn't been property oiled for the job, and the friction had pulled at his skin, chaffed and rubbed him raw. The second time her hips shoved her back down his cock, her cunt was juiced up enough so that there was no sensation of friction. But she had been increasing the speed of her fucking, and her secretions couldn't keep up with the pace her body set.

Willie also felt the nipples gouging into his chest. This didn't bother him. It stimulated him as much as it did Joleen. And their kiss became more and more passionate, more demanding as she mindlessly rammed herself down onto his cock. The man was amazed at her need, the intense longing she had for him.

But he wasn't so stupid he would question it. He felt his balls tighten in their hairy sac.

"Wow, doll, keep it up! Keep on fucking!"

Joleen's breath came in short, machine-gun bursts. She wasn't able to do more than moan as she continued her fucking.

"That's it, Joleen! God, is that something else!" Willie was beginning to really enjoy this. The woman was doing all the work, and he was getting a large measure of the enjoyment. He had no doubt the sensations racking her body were similar to those being built up in his, but he didn't guess the half of it.

Joleen was beyond the point of sensing anything but the huge cock that she was jamming up between her legs. Each time Willie's cock sailed all the way up her cunt, Joleen was pushed that much closer to an orgasm. Her body soon betrayed her.

The woman used her arms to add to the speed and force of her downward thrust. Willie's steel-hard prick rammed up inside her cunt with the force of a battering ram. That, the friction of her nipples rubbing against his chest, and the sexy taste of Willie's mouth all triggered Joleen's orgasm.

She climaxed. A huge, soaring, tremendously satisfying orgasm.

Willie felt her cunt clamp down on his cock as the convulsive force of her orgasm rippled through her pussy walls.

"Oh, Jesus God, Joleen, are you tight! TIIIGHT!" the man shouted.

Joleen collapsed limply onto Willie's chest, momentarily drained by her orgasm. But Willie's cock was still as straight and hard as an iron bar inside her cunt. She recovered her breath and some of the weakness was replaced by the familiar aching in her pussy.

In spite of the massive hunk of manmeat inside her cunt, she still needed to fuck some more.

"Ready again, Willie? Here we goooo!" She began pumping her hips up and down again, this time raising her body from Willie's so that Joleen straddled his waist and could drop straight down on his cock.

She lifted up and plummeted down with the force of a falling meteorite. Her cuntlips were pressed tightly together around his cock every time she shoved downward. Joleen felt her cuntlips forced inward, and this excited her even more.

As she bent back, Willie thought she would tear off his cock. His balls complained, and threatened to erupt. But he held on. He had never before come across a woman so desperately in need of being fucked. Joleen wasn't a nymphomaniac. She was just a housewife who wasn't getting enough.

When she found someone who would give her all the cock she wanted, she'd cool down a bit. But Willie imagined that would be a long time in the future. Joleen had been starved for so long, she'd glut herself every chance she could get. And Willie was more than willing to let her glut herself on his cock.

The tiny flame that had been ignited in Willie's groin soon burst out into a forest fire. The fire became hotter and hotter until even iron would melt in the blaze of sheer lust. Willie loved the feel of her cunt sliding along his prick. He loved the feel of her fleshy ass smashing into his rock-hard belly. He loved reaching up and fondling those big tits of hers.

But Willie was only a man. Flesh and blood and no more.

When Joleen made an exceptionally hard and penetrating thrust, spearing her body as deeply as she could on his cock, Willie blew his wad. Like a shotgun going off, he fired splatter after splatter of hot cum into her gulping cunt.

Joleen felt the jism scorching her cuntal walls and climaxed. But she continued to pole up and down on Willie's erect cock. The tempo of her fucking increased as she realized through her lust-fogged brain that Willie's prick would soon wilt.

She became frantic, and her body seemed to blur as she wantonly crammed her ass down onto Willie's crotch. Willie kept his hard-on longer than he had expected after so large an ejaculation. It was probably because of the tightness of Joleen's cunt and the desperate need she had for cock.

Soon, she came again. This time, Willie's prick seemed to melt within her and oozed out amid a flow of his cum and her own cunt juices.

Joleen collapsed onto the bed alongside Willie.

"Dammit, baby, you're going to have a heart attack if you keep that kind of fucking up!"

Joleen smiled wanly, happy and content for the first time in quite a while. The ache inside her cunt was momentarily gone. Willie's massive cock had sated her lust.

"Maybe, but what a way to go!" She dreamily began to caress Willie's chest, playing with his nipples and stroking across his stomach.

Willie caressed Joleen's flanks as she drifted off to sleep. He thought to himself: Damn, but she's a hot one. I wonder if her old man knows what she's got locked up inside her?

He looked at the peaceful face of the woman and mentally added, I hope to hell not! I want her all to my own!