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

CHAPTER EIGHT

Joleen didn't see Larry for two days. She suspected that he was spending his time with Katherine. The couple times she tried to reach him at his girlfriend's apartment, however, Katherine had denied seeing Larry.

On the third morning, Larry breezed in and handed Joleen a piece of paper with a number scrawled across it.

"That's Willie's phone number. If you want to talk to him, call him up."

"Where have you been?" Joleen demanded. Her son was only sixteen, and she felt she had a right to know what he'd been up to.

"Been around. Made a trip to San Francisco if you really have to know. Far-out place. Especially the strip joints. See you." Without further words, Larry spun on his heel and left.

Joleen stared at the paper for a moment, then rushed to the phone.

As she was dialing, Larry came back in. He called out, "Hey, Mom! Found out that Willie's already unloaded the diamond. Try to get the ruby ring, huh?"

Joleen looked up, startled. Larry had left again. She shrugged. Diamond pendant, ruby ring, what was the difference? She dialed the number Larry had given her.

The phone rang twice, and a sleepy voice answered, "Yeah? It's your dime so start talkin'."

"Willie? This is Joleen. What else could she say? Could she admit she wanted him to come over and fuck her silly? Or would he know what she wanted and come willingly?"

"Uh, sure. How's things, Joleen?"

"Just fine, Willie. I… I was wondering if you'd like to come over sometime this afternoon. I want to talk to you about something."

"I've been on a business trip, doll. I'm really dragging. But seeing as how it's you, I'll be over. Call it an hour, okay?"

Anything would have been all right with Joleen as long as she could see Willie again. He had become an obsession with her.

"That'll be just fine. See you then!"

The phone on the other end dropped into its cradle with a loud bang. Joleen stared at her receiver for a moment, then carefully deposited it back into its cradle.

Willie was coming over. And she only had an hour to get ready for him. She rushed out of the hall and into her bedroom. What would she wear?

She had barely finished dressing by the time the doorbell rang. Joleen hurried to the door and opened it to find Willie standing there. Parked at the curb was a Jaguar.

"Willie! Is that your car?"

Willie glanced over his shoulder at the Jag. "Sure, doll. No sense in me driving a cheap Detroit hunk of tin. What have you got to drink around this place?"

Willie pushed past Joleen and never gave her a chance to reply. She felt a bit insulted, then hurried to make a drink for him.

"What do you want, Willie? To drink?" Joleen leaned far forward over the bar to give the man the best possible view of her tits. She had put on a flimsy green dress with a plunging neckline. Her nipples pressed into the fabric in obvious invitation to him. If that weren't enough, her big tits swayed back and forth like pendulums when she shrugged her shoulders.

Willie seemed to take all of Joleen's feminine charms in with a single glance.

"Give me a Scotch and soda. Chivas if you have it, tell me what you got if you don't."

"Well, I don't drink Scotch." She didn't add that Harold did. "I think all we have is some Glen Livet. Is that good enough?"

"Sure! But no soda with anything that good."

Willie took the drink and settled back in an overstuffed chair. He watched Joleen flounce around the room, wiggling her ass. He had to admit she was a damned fine piece of ass, too. He watched the flash of her creamy thighs under the short dress. That sight alone made his cock itch and begin to stiffen, and along with the sight of her tits bulging out of her dress, Willie knew he'd fuck her a couple times before he left. Maybe three or four times.

"Tell me about your trip, Willie. Larry said you went down to Mexico City."

"Larry's got a big mouth. I told him not to blab where I go. But since it was you, I suppose it's okay. What do you want to know?"

Joleen bubbled over. "Oh, just everything!" She felt like a schoolgirl with her first big crush.

But she was a schoolgirl with a thirty-seven-year-old's experience. Joleen leaned forward the proper amount to show off her tits without being too obvious about it. Willie appreciated the fact that she wanted him to fuck her. He also appreciated it that she was willing to wait a while and not demand too much too soon.

"Not all that exciting a trip. If you've seen one hotel room, you've seen 'em all. Hell, why don't you come along with me next time? Might be an interesting trip, too."

"Oh? Where are you going?"

"Can't tell you for sure. Maybe Chicago." He took a long drink from his glass. The Scotch burned all the way down to his belly and felt good glowing inside him.

"I didn't mean to nose into your business. I mean, I know all about it and how you have to keep it quiet." Joleen crossed her legs and let Willie see that she hadn't bothered to put on any panties.

Joleen Jensen was ready for action.

Willie's cock hardened into a steel rod. He finished his Scotch in a gulp and said, "Let's not play around any more. Want to fuck?"

Joleen smiled. He was so direct. So masterful. Nothing namby-pamby about Willie. He came out and spoke his piece, and that was it. Harold was so wishy-washy it was painful at times.

To chide Willie a bit, Joleen said, "Isn't that a bit… crude?"

She didn't want him to leave so she uncrossed her legs, then recrossed them in the opposite direction, making sure he saw her cunt again.

"Not as crude as seducing me with a naked pussy. Let's stop beating around the bush."

Willie stood and grabbed Joleen. He pulled her up and crushed her lips with his. It took a second for her to begin to respond, then she returned the kiss with the same passion. Their tongues began to slip back and forth between their mouths.

Willie tasted the sweetness of Joleen's saliva again. It mixed with the Scotch he had had and the bourbon Joleen drank. The mixture was intoxicating, both physically and sexually. He began to suck on the woman's tongue. When it flickered into his mouth, he lightly bit down on it. He chewed the tongue while he was rolling his own around it Joleen's body pressed firmly against his, and the man felt the twin points of her tits poke into his chest.

He broke off the kiss and said, "I want you naked!"

Willie put his fingers into the neckline of Joleen's dress and yanked. The material ripped apart, and Joleen stood naked in front of him.

She gasped and tried to back away. Willie told her, "Forget the dress. I'll buy you another one. Right now, I want to fuck the hell out of your tight little cunt!"

Joleen felt her pussy grow damp. Her cunt ached for his cock to be slammed into it again. She desperately needed him. Somehow, this roughness only added fuel to the flames of her lust. Her cunt began to flow with juice.

Their mouths met again, and they kissed. Joleen's naked body rubbed and chafed against the still clothed man's chest. She quickly forgot any discomfort when Willie reached behind her and grabbed a handful of ass flesh. He squeezed down hard on her butt. As he pulled her toward him, his other hand gripped one of her tits.

The combined action of his hands made her break off their kiss and pant out, "Fuck me! Willie! Fuck me now!"

Willie looked around the living room. He shook his head as he surveyed the furniture. Nothing seemed very promising to him for a good, methodical, hard and long fucking.

"Let's get to the bedroom. I want a bed."

"This way…" Joleen pulled in the direction of her bedroom.

Willie allowed himself to be towed away. But he kept his firm grip on Joleen's tit. He crushed the flesh and quirted the nipple out between two of his fingers. The man loved the way the big tit moved and seemed to respond to his every command.

In the bedroom, the pair quickly stripped off Willie's clothing. Willie removed his shirt in record time, but Joleen hesitated with his trousers. As soon as she had them off the man, his cock snapped out into her face.

The sight of the hard prick was too much for the woman to pass up. She took it into her mouth and began to suck. Willie felt the wetness surround his cock and smiled.

This was the stuff he liked. He wanted a woman to worship his cock. Beg for it. Make him feel like a king.

He fumbled in his pants pocket for a moment and pulled out a small package wrapped in brown paper.

Willie grabbed a handful of brown hair and pulled Joleen's sucking mouth away from his cock. He held the package in front of her and said, "This is the ruby ring Larry wanted. You can give it to him or not whenever you please."

"To hell with the ring!" cried Joleen as she went back to sucking on Willie's cock.

The man had to smile. He had her pegged right. That boy of hers was a greedy son of a bitch. He'd make it big in the rackets. But the mother… she was just a cock-hungry bitch!

Willie felt the woman's tongue slide along his cock and knew he had made the right decision in coming over. He'd been leery of getting too involved with Joleen. And Larry was a loudmouth. The kid might amount to something, but he talked too much.

Maybe good mouths ran in the family. Larry's was too big; Joleen's was driving him mad with excitement. The delicate, feathery touches of her tongue on the underside of his cock were sheer torture. But it was a torture that Willie would be willing to endure for a long time!

"Fine, Joleen, real fine. Now get the hell up on the bed where I can fuck you!"

The speed with which the woman moved was surprising. Willie blinked twice in disbelief. One second Joleen had his prick in her mouth. The next, she was on the bed with her legs spread open in obvious invitation to him.

Willie studied her. Joleen had her legs lifted and spread so that he could see her cuntlips, and the shadowy region of her slit. His eyes raked across her slightly domed belly, took in the mountainous tits, then came back to the black fleece jungle of her cunt mound. The triangle pointed down to her manhole.

And it was here that the man was really going to dig. He could see the pink-tinged cuntlips open for him. They begged him to cram a long, hard cock through them and into a hungry cunt. Hard. Fast. As many times as he could manage before he blasted off into her steamy hot cunt.

Willie hopped up to the bed and asked, "Ready?"

Without waiting for a reply, he slid forward and shoved his hips toward Joleen's spread pussylips. His cock sailed through the pink flaps and seared deep into her cunt.

"Oooh, God! Willie, you're ripping me apart! Oooohh!"

Willie smiled. This was what he liked to hear from his women. He wanted them to feel his big cock inside them. He wanted their cunts to be filled to overflowing with his meat. Joleen obviously appreciated him. She said so with her low-throated moans of joy as he began to pump in and out of her cunt.

"Faster, damn you, faster! Harder! Fuck me harder!"

Willie grunted as he picked up the tempo of his fucking. His strokes began to lengthen. Each time his cock rammed forward, he penetrated a fraction of an inch deeper into the woman's cunt. He felt her begin to get really juicy. Her gash flowed with her oily secretions. Willie continued to fuck as hard and fast into her joyhole as he could until he felt the fires begin to bum in his balls.

His orgasm was rapidly approaching. If he kept up this frantic fucking of Joleen's cunt, he'd blow his wad before long. Willie began to use a corkscrewing motion with his hips every time he fucked into her. He rotated his hips in a powerful circle and spiraled deep into her cunt. Joleen began to buck and hunch up to meet each thrust.

Willie slowed the pace and grabbed Joleen under the knees. With his powerful arms, he lifted and bent her double on the bed, her legs draped over his shoulders. In this position, she was even more exposed to his pounding cock.

Joleen moaned out, "Don't stop! Don't stop fucking me!"

"Don't sweat it, babe. I'm going to give you the fucking of your life!"

To make good his claim, Willie shoved his hips forward. He smashed into the stretched-open cunt with the force of a battering ram. Willie's cock shot the complete length of Joleen's pussy and impacted against the end of her cunt with brutal force.

She cried, "Yesss! Yesss! More! I… I… fuck meee!"

Willie obliged and began slamming into Joleen's body with as much power as he could summon. His cock vanished into her tight, wet cunt with each stroke. He felt the searing heat boiling out of her interior as his cock raced along her cuntal channel. Willie knew that he was really getting to her in a big way when Joleen's entire body began to quiver. It was as if she were possessed by a demon.

In a way, she was possessed by a demon. A demon of sheer lust. She needed the feeling of Willie's massive prick inside her cunt. She was getting it harder, faster and deeper than she had ever thought possible. Now was the payoff. Her orgasm surged through her body and convulsed the walls of her cunt.

Willie gasped. It felt as if his cock had been grabbed by a velvet fist. His entire prick was trapped inside Joleen's cunt. The woman's pussy was slippery wet with her cunt juices, but the force of her contractions held him as surely as if he had been glued in.

Willie's own passions mounted. He felt his balls chum and begin to boil. With a great effort, he began to pull out of Joleen's cunt. He would have liked to stay there, buried balls deep, to enjoy the heat and tightness, but he knew better. If he lingered much longer in this carnal passion pit, her cunt would squeeze him dry. It would pull and suck at his cock until it milked the jism from his balls.

From this position, Willie saw something which would be a lot better than fucking even this tight, hot cunt. Any chick would be willing to put out for a stud like Willie. But few had tits like Joleen.

He was going to fuck her tits.

To do that, he needed his cock as erect and hard as it could possibly get. And right now it was close to the maximum. The man knew the feelings inside his body, felt his balls act like a boiler getting ready to explode. If he wanted to fuck those mounds of flesh rising from her chest, he'd have to do it now.

He twisted his hips one last time and felt another orgasm surge through Joleen's body. Willie was satisfied with the fucking he had given her already.

The man asked, "How's it going, babe? Had enough?"

Joleen managed to gasp out, "You bastard! I want more of your cock! I want more!"

He released her legs so they could fall to the bed. In a short leap, he managed to straddle her waist. He looked down into her lust-glazed eyes and said, "So you want more, eh? Then you'll get more! A hell of a lot more!"

He wiggled forward on her body until his ass rested on her belly. He reached down and took a tit in each hand and began to squeeze. Joleen's body bucked and hunched up under him, but his weight kept her pinned to the bed. Willie continued to play with her tits until the nipples were fiery pebbles. He pressed his thumbs into the tops and felt the woman's heart beat through the aroused flesh.

She was ready for the second act.

Willie hunched his shoulders together and leaned forward. His hands pressed Joleen's tits together until the nipples touched. She gasped, but Willie ignored her moans. They were from pleasure, not pain. He rubbed one nipple against the other until he was almost thrown off her body by the violent thrashings. Sensing Joleen was strung out to just the right point, Willie moved his cock to the very end of the deep crease between the woman's tits.

He pressed the head of his cunt-juice dampened cock into the tight opening. With his hands pushing the marshmallowy mounds of titflesh together, the hole was very small. He didn't care. That just added to his fun. With all the power in his body, he rammed forward.

His greased prick made it through the artificial cunt he had formed between Joleen's jugs. His cock began to fuck the cunt made of titflesh as if it were the cunt buried between the woman's legs. Joleen squirmed and began to hump up with her hips.

This action only slid Willie forward with more force. His balls slapped against the slopes of Joleen's tits each time he shoved forward. With the cunt-juice oiled prick, his fucking became faster and faster.

Joleen was incapable of uttering a coherent word. Everything that came from her mouth was either a moan or a long, loud shriek of pure joy. She'd never had her tits fucked before. And the feeling of friction on the insides of her boobs was a big turn on for the woman. She tried to capture Willie's prick with her mouth when the purple head of his cock emerged through the tunnel of snowy white flesh, but she couldn't quite touch his glans. She tried to lick it with the tip of her tongue. Once, she almost succeeded. Finally, she gave up.

It was so much better to just lie back and let the man do what be wanted with her body. She was assaulted with so many sensations at once it was driving her wild. She felt the slickness of his cock as the man slid through his titflesh cunt. Joleen smelled the sweat from their bodies as they picked up the rhythm of their fucking. She felt the growing friction on her body as Willie crammed his cock faster and faster between her jugs.

Joleen was in Heaven.