There are many novels written about mother and son relationships, incestuous and otherwise, but few are written with the depth and understanding of Mother's Bed by Rick Jannsen.
Here is a young mother who happens to be a high school teacher, entrusted with the young minds of our children, educating them for their role as future adults. With the knowledge she possesses, she knows that their lives are influenced by their past experiences, whether good or bad. To her, they are human beings in the finest sense of the word ... not just children to be ignored and treated like mindless entities. She believes that their innocent minds can be warped by the so-called "norm", as easily as the society dictated "forbidden".
A woman like this is almost unique. Author Rick Jannsen has taken Betsy Carter and woven a rich realistic novel out of the pattern of life.
A mutual trust exists from the very beginning between Betsy and her son, Phil. Love is also mutual ... and respect comes naturally. Their ultimate relationship is not planned, but it enhances their emotional love, making them inseparable - more than we can say about many male-female relationships.
Having learned that nothing lasts forever, that all things must come to an end - from that time on the cancerous hunger of her love for her son causes Betsy to accept the fact that one day he may leave her for another. But if he does, it will be for a woman stronger than she herself - and Betsy Carter is a very strong woman, indeed.
We offer this novel to our mature adult reading audience in the sincere belief that this book portrays all too vividly what can happen when male and female, regardless of age, are forced to recognize and deal with each other precisely as they are - male and female. Man and woman!
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The sound of birds singing in the oak trees outside the window of Room Sixteen at Benderville High School was a distracting sign of spring for the Biology I teacher. It had the same effect on most of her teenage students! Her class was already in session and the laboratory was humming with frenetic excitement. Today the students were dissecting little white mice, supposedly to study the heart and lung structure ... although the number of high-pitched squeals and giggles from the female members showed the young boys were not quite as scholastic as they should be.
Betsy Carter sat at her desk deep in thought, not really thinking about the students of her class. A thirty-five year old ash-blonde teacher with eleven years experience behind her ... all of it from good old Benderville High ... she was tall and lithe, with blue eyes that often looked green. She had a captivating smile that led the older male students to wonder on occasion if they could make out with her. Sometimes her appearance posed a problem, especially when one of the male students had a crush on her. She had a voluptuous, well-formed body with youthful upthrust breasts, flaring hips, and long shapely legs ... and it was generally conceded by the senior students that Mrs. Carter made the high school cheerleaders look like "dogs".
But, she was an excellent teacher and was greatly respected by all her peers. She had a way of teaching with authority that prevented most of the young men from becoming too suggestive with her.
Her room was on the ground level of the building, and she could feel spring in the air. The time of budding trees ... and love. Especially that elusive thing that caused her loins to quiver in hunger. Frankly, she was bored and disgusted with her husband. Just as frankly she admitted that she needed a man, any man, right now more than love.
Glancing out the window she saw the baseball team jogging past, their cleats pounding on the sidewalk outside as they went to the field for practice. She heard someone say, "Psst, hey Teach!" and she stared into the flirtatious eyes of the school's star quarterback in the winter, star first-baseman in the spring. It was nothing new for seventeen year old Ray Sampson to throw her a kiss! Every time he entered her Biology II class, he exuded young American boy-sex. He was in other words, sort of playfully "on the make" for her. The impudent little devil - only he really wasn't very "little". Far from it: he was man-sized and then some.
Mrs. Carter smiled to herself as Benny, one of the team's catchers, grabbed Ray by the arm and they hurried away together. Benny and Ray were two senior students who seemed more grown up than high school boys. They made her feel like a woman when their roving eyes told her how sexy she looked. And although they really weren't showing her the respect an old married teacher and mother of a fourteen year old boy should receive from her students, she really didn't mind because each time they looked at her she could feel her love-starved loins responding to an alarming degree.
No, she didn't resent the warm glowing looks of admiration from the boys; as a matter of fact she secretly loved it. She knew she had a desirable body, and furthermore, she knew with the deep bottomless agony of despair that it was going to waste. If she didn't have her young son to love, she would go out of her mind. He made everything worthwhile.
The frustrated teacher was married to a local CPA who owned his own auditing firm. Her husband was Thomas Carter, a middle-aged forty, underweight with sunken-in chest, who wore thick corrective horn-rimmed glasses. Betsy had met him in college when she'd gone to his firm for some income tax advice, and he had fallen in love with her at first sight. She felt sorry for him, but more than that, he was kind and she could talk to him about everything.
She liked Tom. They became good friends, and eventually it became more than friendship and they began sleeping together. When she became pregnant, believing that she loved him too, they got married and she continued her education. But life changed imperceptibly after the wedding vows were exchanged, and she realized her life was going to hell. Her husband was weak and suddenly began to whine about his job; even worse, he was always too tired to have any fun. His energies all went into his work ... there was nothing left for the bedroom.
Lately, Betsy had begun having dreams about some of her young students in which she was young again and was responding to the attentions of the teenagers. Her thoughts returned to Benny and Ray ... especially Ray! Football star ... tall, muscular and exciting ... and the most popular boy on campus. There were a few broken hearts and, rumor had it, an almost equal number of broken hymens, all because of him.
Once, even though he had pretended he was just teasing, Ray had tried to date her. Betsy and he both treated it as a male-female, good friends joke, but both of them had known he was in dead earnest. The handsome athlete couldn't have known how tempted the love-starved teacher had been or he would have tried and tried again. And sooner or later it might have happened, in spite of the fact that her tow-headed, freckle-faced, fourteen year old son knew both the boys. Her son - that was the main thing that kept her out of trouble. They drove to school together every day and back home at night. They were far more than mother and son; they were friends that respected each other's rights and opinions. But with Phil always at her side, there wasn't a chance in the world that anything could happen. She wouldn't cause him to be disgraced for anything in the world...
Even though, sometimes when Ray teased her, she felt delightful little tremors of excitement when he told her, in a joking manner but obviously sincere, that he was hopelessly in love with her, and that she was the most beautiful female on campus! She knew the flirting was harmless, but deep down she often wondered what it would be like to have the muscular athlete lying atop her naked body, his powerful thighs forcing her legs apart, his rigidly hardened penis thrusting ... thrusting ... driving the screaming devils of need away. Ray made her feel so young again when she was talking to him - so desirable.
But, it could never happen ... not in a million years. If she didn't have Phil, there was no telling what she would end up doing. Thank God for her young son! She needed him far more than he had ever needed her. Life was so dull with her husband, so hopeless! She had gone without sex for three weeks now, and her need was growing stronger every day. She could use a loving man, but it was obvious she wasn't going to find one in her husband. He was anything but a man these days! All he ever did was work and complain about working! What the hell! She worked hard too, goddamned hard, but she was never too tired to make love.
Thomas Carter did everything he could to make her feel a hundred years old, but the reflection in her mirror told her differently. She was still young and attractive, with a young woman's needs. She had retained her youthfully curvaceous body, and other men looked at it with covetous eyes even though her husband apparently never saw it. As far as he was concerned, she could be a scarecrow or a witch! Sometimes she thought he was completely over the hill instead of only forty.
I just don't know what I'm going to do, Betsy thought, shutting out the sounds of her classroom. It gets worse and worse. There's nothing left between us. I need him but he doesn't need me. He's happy to work and sleep. Well, I'm not! If it wasn't for Phil, I'd...
Suddenly, loud laughter penetrated her introspection and she was startled at the sound of levity in the teenage conversations going on around her. Guiltily she glanced at the group! The dissection table in the corner seemed to be the center of attention. Phil, her son, had the scalpel in his hand and was evidently the leader of the experiment. - "Well, folks, now that we've disposed of the mouse, I'm going to show you the correct way to slice open a rat's belly! Now watch me perform this delicate task!" his mother heard him say as she saw him bring the knife down in a slashing motion.
"Uggghhh!" the girls' protests resounded in unison.
"Gaagghhh! Phil!" a young girl groaned. "How can you bear to touch that gruesome thing?"
"Aaahhh, Susie, it's nothing! Just a little ole rat!" Philip Carter said, and then whispered to the cute, dark-haired teenager. "See, look at his tiny mouse-pecker!"
Betsy got up from her desk and walked over to where she could observe the action without the students being made aware of her attentiveness.
Susie Walker stood staring in horrified fascination at Phil as he lifted the little hairy penis and pulled it up and down in a lewd motion. Giggling with glee, the lushly ripened fourteen year-old girl chided, "Phil! You're an ass!" But her expression changed as his hand lifted the little hairy testicles of the dead rat, and she continued, "Wow! He's really hung for a tiny rat like that! I bet he fucked himself to death!"
The entire group burst into laughter, each taking turns examining the rodent's genitals. Although she was shocked by the worldliness of her students, Betsy was also amused at the antics of the lively boys and girls. Hiding her expression, she walked back to her desk, picked up a text-book, and returned to the dissection table.
"Well, let's have a look!" Her eyes moved downward to the table, and she drew back with a gasp. She stared in fascination at the tray where her son had placed the rodent's sexual organs. She fought to control her laughter as she thought, They're right, that little rat really was hung!
Her blond-headed son had inserted a toothpick inside the little penis which made it look like it was in erection, and the testicles were attached in such a way that it looked just as if the mouse was about to mount a female.
"Looks like we have a dirty-minded juvenile joker in the crowd," she rasped, unable to speak normally, forcing authority into her voice. "Who did this?"
"I did, Mom," Phil said, watching the look on his mother's face. Instinctively, the boy knew she thought it was funny too, but he also knew better than to push the parent-son relationship in class. "After all," the boy said, "we do have to learn about reproduction organs too. Right?"
Betsy took one look at the suppressed grin on her son's face and the lewd smile on Susie's features. Quickly she turned away from them and strode back to her desk. "All right, group, take your seats. Phil, you can stay and do the clean-up ... alone!"
"But, Mom ... " the young son stammered.
"I am Mrs. Carter, your biology teacher. You remember that, Philip Carter, and you will do what I say!" Betsy ordered, her amusement momentarily turning to anger. Seeing his crestfallen expression and Susie's defiant look, Betsy continued, "Also, I'd like to see you after class. Understand?"
"Yes Ma'am, Mrs. Carter!" Phil said with just a faint trace of sarcasm in his voice - put there, she knew, for the other students' benefit.
After the students filed out the door and were gone, Betsy shook her blonde head in mock dismay and grinned. "Honey, you shouldn't do that to me! I thought I would crack up laughing at you! And if I did that, it'd be all over school."
"You embarrassed me!" he pouted.
"Sweetheart, I had to! You know I can't treat you any different than the other students!" She put her arm around him and kissed him on the nose. "But that was the funniest thing that's happened in my class in a long time." She rubbed his hair affectionately. "I almost choked trying to keep a straight face."
Phil began to giggle all over again and, tightening his arms around his mother, he whooped, "It was funny! Susie's right, I bet that little white rat did fuck himself to death!"
The beautiful young mother winced at his use of the word "fuck". The first time he'd used it, a year ago, she'd been so appalled she could only splutter in indignation, and her first thoughts were to wash his filthy young mouth out with soap. But, when she'd admonished him, the boy had asked in all sincerity, "What's wrong with the word, Mother? Isn't it better than saying something dumb like sexual 'intercourse'?"
"It's just not a nice word!"
He looked defiant for a moment then replied, "All the kids, including the girls say it. I say it when it's the only word to use." He paused, staring speculatively at her. "Have you ever used it, Mom?"
Betsy had colored, then nodded. All right, Betsy Carter, she thought sternly. If you want to communicate with the kids, you'd better learn to speak their language. And don't be shocked if they use the same words in public that your generation hypocritically confines to the bedroom or whispered thoughts.
"One thing, darling," she had said. "Don't use it in front of your father. Okay?"
He nodded, then grinned widely as he threw his arms around her and kissed her on the mouth. "You're super-cool, Mom." And somehow or other that had been the first real moment of acceptance of each other for exactly what they were. They were not only mother and son, but Betsy and Phil, two individuals, respecting each other, caring for each other. If there were times when Phil's immaturity showed - when he sulked if he didn't get his way - so were there times when Betsy Carter showed her pre-World War II birthdate and was appalled at the spontaneity of language, the absence of guilt among the youngsters.
Now she was drawn back to her schoolroom by Phil's boyish laughter. "Mom, if men had as much penis for then-size as this dead old rat here, we'd be stepping on it every time we walked! Oh! Ouch!". He held his loins and pretended to limp.
"All right, young man. Enough!" She chuckled and then thought ruefully, I don't care anything about size! I'd just like Thomas Carter to use what he's got!
She forced herself to smile again and then helped Phil in his clean-up chores. They tossed the discarded sex organ into the disposal, and then she sent him on his way before her Biology II students began arriving for the final period of the day.
Finally the school-day was over and the last of the boys and girls had trooped out. Betsy quickly gathered her purse and coat, closed the door behind her, and left the building. Across the faculty parking lot she could see Phil waving to her from the car to let her know he was already there. She hurried over and got in behind the steering wheel.
Phil glanced at his mother as she backed out of the reserved slot and started toward home. He felt very secure with his beautiful mother, and he loved her very much! Even all his buddies loved her. They thought she was a sensual exciting broad, and some of them had terrible crushes on her. Well, that was tough! He was the only one she really loved. She belonged to him! Him alone ... even the old man didn't seem to rate! Though that didn't appear to bother Dad. He's pretty weak-kneed, I guess.
Betsy had been busy getting through the traffic circle, and only after she was near home, did she reach out and touch her son in a loving caress. "Traffic gets worse every time we drive this way. How was your day, honey?"
"Same old thing," he replied casually.
Betsy patted his leg and felt his warm alive body vibrating with nervous energy. She knew he was bored with school! God! Who wasn't that way in the spring! The winter was over, and now new life could begin! Even she felt the restlessness deep inside her, a burning need to be part and parcel of something, to be caressed and held ... and yes, goddamnit, to be loved ... to be fucked!
Suddenly, she realized her emotional thoughts had blocked out her awareness of what she was doing. My God! I'm still stroking my son's leg! Quickly, she put her hand back on the steering wheel and glanced at him to see if he had been aware of her feelings. But the boy sat unconcerned, staring out the car window.
She wondered momentarily if Phil would be any good in bed. And then she shuddered; she was in bad shape to need a man so badly that she would think in a carnal way of her own son.
"Darling, I'm home!" Thomas Carter called to his wife as he headed for the bedroom to change his clothes.
"I'm in the den." Betsy answered. "Do you want a drink?"
"Yeh! I need one! This has been one hell of a day. If the fifteenth of April doesn't hurry up and get here I may not make it! I'm exhausted."
"You work too hard," she said absent-mindedly, wondering why he always had to make excuses. If it wasn't one thing it was another. Tonight he had called to say he would grab a bite to eat downtown because of an appointment with clients to do their income tax at nine o'clock. It was after eleven now, and it was very late even for him. The attractive blonde teacher had waited up for him, grading school papers and drinking Scotch. Now, she was feeling no pain and was fantasizing what it would be like to have her husband come home with a monumental erection, wanting to make love to her. She shivered deliciously at the thought; hell, it was possible ... anything was possible.
Taking a Scotch and soda to the bathroom where he was taking a shower, she casually opened the shower curtain and handed him the drink. Slowly she lowered her eyes to linger on his limply drooping penis. Not much hope there! It looked like a dying rose, too sick to lift its head.
"Thank you, baby! I sure need that!" Tom whined, seeking the sympathy of his lovely wife. He could see the direction of her gaze and knew she was thinking of making love. Christ, he'd have to be blind not to recognize that look on her face. He couldn't put her off much longer, that's for sure. It had been a long time, and the excuse that he was too tired was wearing thin, even if it was the truth. Damn! If she just didn't need so much!
Like many men in the business world, he loved his wife and worried constantly about her finding someone else, but he was just too weary to try and satisfy her anymore. Besides, the older she got, the prettier and more sensual she became, while he continued to get more bald, more skinny, and less active in bed.
Betsy stared at him, then giggled seductively. "Honey, I'll wash your back. Why don't I get in the shower with you and give you a rub-down?" The thought made her tingle from head to toe. She could almost feel her soapy hand encircling his penis! That might be one way to excite him enough to get him to make love to her. God, she needed a man so badly tonight, she'd do almost anything.
"Thanks, Betsy, but I'm too tired," he said, turning off the spray of water and stepping out of the shower. "All I want to do right now is go to bed and get some sleep."
In frustrated disgust, she tossed him the towel she was holding and quickly left the bathroom. Passing her son's room, she listened for a second and then moved on toward the den. Thank God, Phil was asleep and too young to realize his mother was so hot she might rape her own husband! The Scotch had only made it worse. Goddamnit, I've tried everything to interest him. Doesn't anything excite him anymore? What is there left? What does he expect me to do, get another man? Well, unless he goes into action I just might!
She put the graded papers in her briefcase and turned off the lights. When she entered the bedroom, Tom was sitting on the edge of the bed finishing his drink. He reached down and slid his slippers from his feet, unfastened his robe and let it fall to the floor.
"Want another drink?" she asked hopefully.
"No, darling, all I want is some rest," the weary accountant answered. "I suppose Philip is asleep! Sorry I didn't get home in time to say goodnight."
"Yes, he's sleeping. I just checked."
Reaching across the bed to where Betsy was sitting, Tom kissed her on the cheek and whispered goodnight. Then, without another word, he covered his naked body with the blanket and closed his eyes.
From her sitting position on the bed, the young wife sighed in frustration. Nothing to do but get undressed and go to bed too.
Hanging her clothes in the closet, she stepped nakedly to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. Then she climbed into bed and cuddled her fully rounded softness against her husband. "Ummmmm!" Tom mumbled, pushing his back closer to her.
"Darling, couldn't you sleep better if you made love to me?" Betsy teased.
"I know it's hard on you, baby, but after this rush is over, it'll be different. I'm so tired." Her husband knew she wouldn't give up so easily; she never did when she'd been drinking. But for Christ's sake, he couldn't get any kind of response out of his cock tonight! Not as bushed as he was.
Oh shit, Betsy thought, it's always the same excuse. Well, if I play around for awhile, maybe he'll get a hard-on and then I'll fuck him!
Slowly lowering her hand, she caressed his stiff curly pubic hair, edging lower and lower in tiny little circles until her fingers came into contact with his soft relaxed penis. It was then that she had the idea! Really, it was so brazen she knew it had come from the alcohol. There was one thing she hadn't done with him in their marriage. Normally it was distasteful for her to think about it, but right now she would do anything to get him interested in her. Maybe it wouldn't be necessary, but by God she'd do it if she had to. But first...
Slowly, she lifted his penis and began to stroke it, applying special pressure on the sensitive underside. Increasing the length of her strokes, she could feel a little vibration of life, but it continued to be soft.
"It's no use! Nothing can make him hard tonight," Tom said. He was embarrassed as he always was when he insisted on making love and he couldn't perform. Shit, what the hell could he do about it! Why couldn't she just forget it?
With frantic fingers the young wife continued to massage the full length of her husband's flaccid cock, attempting desperately to bring it to a vibrant throbbing hardness in her hand. Nothing happened! For a second she thought he had even gone to sleep.
Then she knew she was going to do it! Take his penis in her mouth! Her mind was made up. She just hoped she could do it without gagging. If that was the only thing that would make him have an erection, she could do it. But, I've never done it ... I hope I can do it right!
Strange new sensations arced fire in her love-starved loins, and she trembled with excitement at the thought of what she intended to do. She withdrew her fingers from her husband's testicles and shifted her position to kneel beside his naked body. Balancing herself on her hands and knees, she pushed the blanket down to the foot of the bed and lowered her mouth toward his lifeless cock.
"Go to sleep, honey ... I'm sorry ... " Tom had his eyes closed, and the first realization of what she was going to do only came when he felt her heated breath tickling his sensitive cock-flesh.
"Sweetheart, I'm going to suck your penis ... just to see if it will get hard! I need you to make love to me!" Betsy mumbled, as she rolled him over on his back and knelt between his legs.
Tom suddenly sat partially upright in disbelief, propping himself on his elbows. Her suggestion was so unexpected that his mouth dropped open in surprise, her words bouncing and rebounding around inside his head. God! He couldn't have heard right. Not once in their fifteen years of marriage had she showed any inclination toward doing that! "Y-You mean ... what do you mean?"
"I'm going to use my mouth ... on you ... I'm going to lick and suck you down there ... " Betsy was humiliated, but her need was more powerful than her moral code; and besides, she could feel a rising tide of excitement burning inexorably up between her legs. Unaccountably, her mouth was watering. "God! You can't be serious!" Suddenly Tom was more wide awake than he had been all day as he felt a throbbing lurch in his penis at the obscenely salacious idea. He felt a twinge of guilt ... that it was his fault that she had come to this ... but it was her idea he rationalized.
"Oh, yes I am! I'll do it because I need you so much."
Frantically, she lowered her mouth to her husband's eagerly stirring penis and kissed its plum-colored head. Lifting her face toward his staring eyes, the kneeling young wife moaned, "Oh, Tom, I want to do it right!"
He tilted his hips up, raising them toward her, and her left hand instinctively moved under him to caress the softly crinkled skin of his scrotal sac. "Jesus, stop talking and start sucking then," he said, unable to believe she was actually going to do it.
He jerked involuntarily at the first unbelievably exciting contact of her parted wet lips on the sensitive head of his fast-rising cock. Instantly, more blood surged into it ... and it began to pulse to full turgid erection. The amazed husband looked down to see his wife's ovaled red mouth kissing and nipping at his quickly hardening penis.
Jesus Christ! Nothing in all theirs years of marriage had felt half as good as this, he thought, as Betsy's honey-smooth mouth came down over the rubbery, blood-filled tip, her receptive lips enclosing his sensitive member with a warm moistness that was incredibly soft and titillating. He stiffened as she used her tongue to lick tantalizing little circles around his fully erected cock, and he could feel the tingling ache of complete surging readiness in his balls. He couldn't help but be amazed at the speed with which his penis had come to life. God it felt good ... sooooo goood.
"Damn ... oh, goddamnit ... " he moaned. "Go ahead : . . suck it hard ... harder ... "
Betsy held her husband's rigid shaft of pulsating penile flesh with one hand, kneading his desire-taunted balls with the other while she knelt in naked submission between his widespread knees.
Overcoming her first natural hesitancy, she began to suck experimentally with a steady rhythm, her head moving up and down on his thick hard penis as she ovaled her lips tightly around it and made a soft clinging vagina of her mouth. Gradually then, she began to enclose more and more of his sensitive cock deep in her throat ... and she was surprised that she could do it ... so easily! Oh ... it's so masculine-tasting ... SO nice ... it really isn't bad at all ... now I can almost take all of him in my mouth at once!
Her lips compressed even tighter around his ecstatically throbbing penis and he was aware that she was trying to put the tip of her probing tongue into the little slit on his cock-head. Her hand was gently caressing his balls, sending shivers of lust exploding up his spine.
"Oh God, Betsy. That's so good! So goddamned good!" he moaned as he tensed his loins and then thrust up into her hungrily sucking mouth, feeling his pulsating cock plunge deeper into her throat. When he looked down, he saw that almost all his thickly aching shaft had disappeared between his wife's wetly puckered lips. He moaned and began to move his hips in rhythmic counter-thrusts to her bobbing head.
Tom was in a trance of sensual abandon as he lost himself in the complete enjoyment of his wife's voraciously plunging mouth. He had never experienced such intense sexual sensations before in his entire life - had never thought he would ever permit any whore, much less his own wife - to do this to him. He felt her increase the tempo of her head's up and down motion, and the strength of her sucking pressure made his wildly pulsing cock expand to an even greater hardness. Damn! Damn! He thought, there's nothing like it ... her mouth is like warm soft butter ... Suddenly, he knew! She had to suck him all the way ... he was going to cum in her mouth ... goddamnit, she couldn't stop now; he wouldn't let her. The bitch had started this whole thing ... she could finish it.
The lust-filled young wife was in an uncontrollable rapture. Her eyes were closed and her breath was coming in short jerky spurts of air through her nose. Her firmly rounded breasts danced and bobbed lewdly beneath her as her naked upper torso rose and fell with each downward thrust of her mouth on her husband's saliva-coated penis.
The overpowering sensations became more intense and began to build in her husband's sperm-bloated balls, but the passionate blonde was unaware of anything except her own voracious need billowing like a thunderhead in her loins.
Impulsively, Tom reached down with both hands to grip the long strands of her golden hair, using them to guide her soft warm lips up and down the pistoning length of his wetly glistening shaft of hard cock-flesh.
Then, he began to thrust his penis even more forcefully up into his wife's mouth and throat as he watched in spellbound fascination. Her cheeks were hollowing in and out as she sucked with unrestrained eagerness on his hotly throbbing organ. God! He wanted it to go on forever ... but already he could feel the searing bum of the beginning of his coming orgasm.
He forced her mouth down farther onto his ramming penis as strangling, incoherent sounds began to come from deep in his throat. He could feel it getting nearer and nearer for him! It wouldn't be long now until he shot his load of hot churning sperm deep up into Betsy's greedily working throat. The sweet agony of the built-up sensations in his pumping loins was concentrated in the lust-swollen head of his impatiently pounding cock. He could feel her tantalizing tongue taunting him on every stroke. His sperm was roiling now deep in his balls, demanding release.
"Oh God, baby ... that's good ... keep sucking ... harder ... I'm going to cum ... keep sucking ... "
Betsy heard him and she almost panicked. "Ooooohhh!" Her moan was muffled and dim because of her husband's long thick penis stuffed into her mouth. Oh God ... no ... I don't want you to cum in my mouth, she silently screamed, noooooooo ... I want to be fucked ... want you to cum in my vagina ... nooooooooo! I won't let you!
But there was nothing the young wife could do! Her husband had cruelly tangled his fingers in her long streaming hair, and now was brutally forcing her mouth up and down with a savage strength as he fucked up into her oral cavity like a madman. She struggled and fought to raise her head up and climb over him so that he could fuck her, but it was no use. She had lost control of the act, and now it was her husband who was directing the show.
With a boldness born of desperation, her accountant-husband forced her head back and forth, gagging her with the force of his cock-head slamming into the back of her throat ... in and out ... up and down ... reaching for the mind-blowing experience he knew was coming.
Betsy had liked sucking his warmly pulsating, male-tasting penis, but she just couldn't let him cum in her mouth! She had to get away from him! Opening her mouth wide, she tried to dislodge his thick cock from her throat, but it was impossible. He rammed in so hard that she almost choked in her fight for air.
"Suck it harder ... suck it ... I'm cummmming ... cccccuuummmiinng! Aaaaggghhhhh!" Tom growled in ecstasy as he filled her mouth with his spewing hot cum which spurted thickly down her throat in great cascading waves of heated liquid roaring up from his testicles.
Tears filled the nakedly kneeling young wife's eyes as she swallowed in big gulps to keep from being choked by the rushing fountain of invading sperm. She had to have release ... oh God! Her red-hot arousal coupled with this humiliation was too much. She wanted to scream ... to curse him! She needed to be fucked ... she hadn't meant for him to cum in her mouth! Didn't the selfish son-of-a-bitch know that? Couldn't he have been a little considerate of her need? She was enraged when she finally felt her husband stir and heard him whisper, "Oh, God, honey, that was so good! Sooooo goooood!"
"The hell it was!" Betsy groaned. "Not for me, it wasn't! Why did you have to do that? Couldn't you have satisfied me too?
Don't you even care? You inconsiderate bastard!" She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grimaced in distaste.
"I'm sorry, Betsy, but I couldn't help myself! It felt too good to let you stop!" He shrugged and sighed. "There's nothing I can do about it now, I'm afraid." The embarrassed husband turned his face to the wall.
"Well, there's plenty you could do, but you never do anything," she rasped, and then continued, "It would help if you'd just try."
"It's easy enough for you to say that, but women are different! They don't have to get a hard-on. They can fuck anytime."
"Oh yes, well, there are other things! Like this!" And she reached down, took her husband's hand and placed it on her moistly dripping cunt. Holding it there she began to move it back and forth, pressing it hard against her heatedly throbbing vaginal lips.
"Goddamnit, wqman, that's the trouble with you! You're fuck-crazy! That's all you ever think about." Thomas Carter had to say something to make her look bad. He knew he was to blame - that it was all his fault, but his ego couldn't take much more! Didn't she know that her aggressiveness only made it worse for him! Couldn't she be a little more understanding?
"Fuck-crazy? Fuck-crazy! How the hell can you say that? I haven't had sex for three weeks ... three whole weeks!" the young mother screeched. "Don't you care ... not even a little? You're not a man anymore ... you ... you're an it! A sexless neuter little it!"
Humiliated, angry, and a little drunk, Betsy wanted to hurt her husband! She wanted him to know just how insignificant she thought he was! "Watch this ... you goddamn eunuch," she ordered, and then without hesitation she lowered her hand to the hotly pulsing slit of her vagina and with her outstretched middle finger began to saw back and forth through the wet velvety moistness, caressing her rigid little clitoris.
"What the hell are you doing?" Tom stared at her in shame.
"I'm doing what you should have done if you'd had the balls of a man," the irate young wife replied as she continued to massage her throbbing clitoral nub, moaning in ecstasy.
Suddenly, she really didn't care about Tom Carter anymore! Her physical need for release overcame all other emotions. She increased the tempo of her extended finger fucking back and forth along her wetly throbbing pussy and her hips vibrated as each thrilling sensation passed through her naked body. Almost hypnotically, her left hand began to slide over her desire-swollen breasts and then down the flat plane of her belly until it joined the other hand thrusting back and forth over her loins. With thumb and forefinger, she spread the eagerly quivering lips of her lust-racked cunt and thrust her middle finger right up into the feverish channel of her wide-open vagina.
Moans of lust escaped the wantonly aroused teacher's lips as she frantically screwed her finger in and out of her own moistly clasping cunt, and as her left hand moved back up to her ripe outthrust breasts, she felt overwhelming desire sear her mind. She felt her turgid nipple leap to her touch as she tweaked at it, rolling it like a warm pencil eraser between her fingers.
Betsy felt a moment of shame at what she was doing, but the wild hunger invading her love-starved body had to be satisfied. I'll go out of my mind if I don't have release! I can't stop now ... but . but ... no ... no but's about it, her mind screamed.
Rubbing harder and harder, her middle finger slid back along her wetly pulsating pussy-lips to find her clitoris again and tease the erect little tip with her fingernail. Lost in the cloud of all-consuming pleasure rippling through her nakedly trembling body, she dropped her finger still lower, insinuating it all the way to the palm of her hand up into her tight little cunt, fucking it in and out while her thumb took up massaging her clitoris.
The frustrated young wife was so caught up in the frenzy of sexual stimulation that she didn't see the staring eyes of her husband as he lifted himself up on his elbows and glared at her. His expression had changed, and his lips drew back in a lewd smirk of lust. He was becoming aroused at watching his wife fingering herself to climax. He could feel his restlessly stirring penis crawling to life again, but then he realized that she was doing this to shame him ... to make him feel less than a man ... and, by God, she was successful - for he felt shamed, debased, not at what she was doing but why she was doing it.
"Damn you, Betsy," he whispered, "you're a slut! A bitch in heat!"
The young wife jumped at his accusations and felt a momentary pin-prick of guilt, but it wavered and disappeared as she felt her climax building and flowing, ready to burst forth in ecstasy. "Fuck off ... fuck off, you selfish bastard," she groaned as she continued to massage her throbbingly hardened nipple with one hand while slaving tirelessly at her loins with the other.
Tom heard the wet sucking noise of her fingers sliding in and out of her lust-inflamed pussy and, unable to stand her wantonly disdainful expression any longer, he turned his back to her.
Betsy's nakedly heaving body jerked in time to her whipping hand; and she secreted heavily, causing her finger to slide easily around her wet clasping cunt, occasionally forming a loud suction of its own. Her eyes were closed now, and she rocked back and forth, imagining that her middle finger was a penis ramming in and out of her vagina. Almost brutally now, she cupped her breast, milking it, pulling at the reddened nipple with a wild animal-like abandon. She wanted to scream out like a cat in heat from the maddening passion. God! She needed to cum ... she had to cum or go insane. Frantically she rubbed faster and faster against the hardened nub of her clitoris, feeling pain-pleasure until her mind was close to blanking out.
Her breath rasped in short pants as she felt the climax building like a tidal wave deep up inside her feverishly trembling body. Oh Jesus! She was going to cum! Forcing three fingers up into her tightly stretched pussy, she thrust them rapidly in and out with all her sex-crazed strength. Gasping for her imminent relief, the young wife began quivering uncontrollably under the pressure that was ready to explode up inside her loins.
Suddenly, just as though a spring had broken, her orgasm hit. She stretched her legs out wide in an obscene convulsive moment, and her mind seemed to explode in a cataclysm of color as the ecstasy enveloped her in a cloud of fiery distraction. She felt like dying ... like weeping, as the cum flowed and waned ... leaving her totally satisfied.
Within minutes she was fast asleep, her husband staring with wide-open eyes at her unconscious form.
"Betsy?" he asked softly. There was no reply. He swallowed and the sound of spittle sliding down his dry throat seemed deafening to him. Well, she'd done it at last - had broken whatever fragile bonds remained between them. In her drunken moment of truth-speaking, she'd called him "a eunuch." Well, he wasn't that not by a long shot. But being married to the same woman for fifteen years can be a pretty boring thing, especially when there are no real common grounds of interest anymore and boredom hangs like an ever-present cloud of doom over every waking hour. His world was one of statistics and finances; hers was of minds and growing young bodies. He stared down at her firmly voluptuous body for a long time and shook his head sadly. She was going to waste. Christ, she deserved to be fucked every night, just as she wanted.
It was really too bad she'd waited so long to try out oral sex on him. Maybe if she'd gone for a little variety with him after Phil had been born? Maybe? Maybe, shit! The simple true of the matter was that she no longer turned him on. Mrs. Stanton, a redheaded widow five years older than Betsy and not at all as good-looking, had cast one glance at him two weeks ago while he was filling out her income tax papers, and his cock had come up as hard as a baseball bat. There had been a power in his groin that made him realize that with this woman he could fuck all night and have her begging him to cum before he killed her. And not only that, but it was all too obvious that the attractive widow had felt the same electricity with him. There had been an unspoken promise between them. So, why not? Why the fuck not?
A goddamned woman like Betsy, egotistical as hell, thought if you weren't interested in her, then you couldn't possibly be interested in any woman! Well, let her think it.
"A selfish bastard, am I?" He mouthed the words as 'he snorted and then sighed again. A moment later he slipped out of bed and began dressing.
Half an hour later, Betsy slowly opened her eyes with a feeling of doom pressing in on her! She couldn't immediately remember why! Then the dregs of her shameful behavior and what she had said filled her brain and tortured her body. She was moaning in her hands when she heard the bathroom door open and Tom came out ... dressed.
He bent down and picked up his suitcase, then turned and said, "Betsy, I'm leaving. I've had it! I'm sorry about my so-called impotence, but you never stopped to think that it might be your fault as well as mine. I've tried to understand you, but after this ... it's just no use."
The young wife had been silently staring at him, her face aflame with a rapidly growing anger. Why ... why, he was leaving her, walking out! "How dare you mention tonight," she screamed. "How dare you say one word to me after what you did! Don't you remember?" She stopped, searching for words that would hurt him, bring him as much pain as he was giving her. "Am I any worse than you?
Goddamnit, you selfish little bastard, if you were any kind of a man, I wouldn't have to satisfy myself!"
"Oh shit! You make me sick at my stomach, Betsy. The great castrator of men, that's what you are!" He turned, shoulders slumped in a picture of dejection, and continued, "Oh hell, forget it! I'm leaving!"
"Good riddance," she snapped. "And let me tell you one final thing, Mr. Carter. I haven't lived with a man during these last few years; I've been forced to live with an old woman. So get out ... and stay!" She was ranting like a mad woman as she reached for the ashtray on the bedside table and threw it at him, missing his face by only inches.
Staring at her, pity on his face, Tom turned to the door and said. "Betsy, I feel sorry for you, but I can't help you. I'm going to divorce you!"
"Fuck you! You think I care? Get out!" she rasped out in utter frustration, and then continued, "get out before I kill you!"
Hearing his mother's screams, Philip came out of the bedroom rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Seeing his father walking toward the front door with his suitcase, he said, "Hey, Dad! Where are you going?"
Sadly, the departing father turned to his son and sighed, "I'm leaving, son! For good!"
"Oh! Yeah? But ... oh ... I ... jeez," Phil answered, turning toward his mother's room, suddenly frightened.
What's the use, Tom thought. What's the use! My son doesn't even care that I'm going. All he thinks about is comforting his mother. Well, I never understood him anyway, nor he me! With that, Thomas Carter left the house where he had brought his bride so many years ago. He should have known she'd married him only because she was pregnant, but then, there had been some good times.
They had had enjoyable sex for a couple of years before and after Phil's birth, and it had been easy for him to satisfy her then. As he drove away from the house that had been his home for the last fifteen years, he looked back just once. Odd, he thought, I don't feel the sadness or regret that I should be feeling. If I'm really honest with myself, what do I feel? Then he grinned.
Mrs. Stanton ... Hilda, darling ... you are about to be revitalized. We both are!
Back at the house, Phil hurried down the hall to his mother's room. The teenage youth was shocked to see the state she was in. Her face was buried in the pillow, and she was sobbing as though her heart would break.
"Don't cry, Mother! Please don't cry," he whimpered. Jesus Christ, he didn't know what had happened between his parents, but he had never seen her like this before. She couldn't be crying about dad leaving her because she never had seemed to care too much about him anyway. Maybe dad slugged her!
Turning to face her son, Betsy wiped the tears from her face, and gasped, "I'm sorry, honey. Go back to bed. I don't care if he does! It's just that I'm so angry and frustrated."
"I'll take care of you! I'll never let him hurt you again!" Phil's arms locked tightly around his mother; the youth was totally unaware of her nakedness. "Don't you worry, I'll never leave you! We don't need anyone!"
Rocking him back and forth, the young mother suddenly realized that she was in her son's arms without a stitch of clothing on her trembling body, and he was caressing her - protectively, of course. Shuddering at the feel of his closeness, she whispered, "sweetheart, you go back to bed. Everything's all right." She smiled and kissed him. "Go on now."
Brought back to reality, the fourteen year old gasped as he only then really felt his mother's naked back. It felt good! More of a sensual feel than a mother feel! His hands ceased to move and he drew back, quickly stumbling out of the bedroom. As he closed the door behind him, his eyes took in his voluptuous mother's nakedly heaving breasts. They were beautiful! She was beautiful! Like a young girl! He was surprised at the sudden lurch of his youthful penis.
Until the last year or so, he had seen his mother many times in the bathtub or shower, sitting and talking to her while she bathed, but he had never really noticed her. He had never thought of her in any way except as his mother! But wow! Her tits were fantastic ... and he had a sudden memory of his hands caressing her lower back, her ass-cheeks, under the sheets.
The young boy's knees were strangely weak and trembling when he got back to his room. He started to get into bed, then abruptly went into the bathroom and returned carrying a towel. A moment later he was in bed, in the dark, slowly stroking his excitedly throbbing cock ... and imagining what it would be like to sleep all night, just as he had when he was a small boy, next to his beautiful naked mother...
Down the hallway, less than thirty feet away, Betsy stared up at the ceiling, her mind churning with thoughts of what had happened between Tom and herself. She had anticipated it and now that it had happened, she felt only a small regret. Suddenly, through her mental turmoil, the naked young mother became aware of something else; her flesh was tingling, and she inhaled slowly with the shameful knowledge that her innocent son's caressing fingertips had left gentle trails of fire smoldering along her back and buttocks...
CHAPTER TWO
It hadn't been the easiest day in the world for Benderville High's biology teacher. All day the anger had come back time and time again to fill her seething mind ... barely subsiding when her thoughts were forced to concentrate on what this student or that was asking about.
By the time she walked out of the school building after her last class, the young mother was weary and exhausted from the mental strain. For a second she couldn't understand why Susie Walker was waiting with Phil by the car, and then she abruptly remembered that the curvaceous young brunette was invited to have dinner with them tonight. Oh hell, she thought in disgust. Today of all days! Damn! We'll just have to go through with it; the poor girl is alone all the time.
"Hello kids," she greeted.
"Hi Mom," the young son put his arm around her and whispered, "Hey, you okay? Can we still have company for dinner?"
Nodding her head in assent, Betsy turned to her son's cute teenage friend and asked, "Would you like to help me cook dinner tonight?"
"That's great, Mrs. Carter! I never get to help my aunt do anything!" And that's the truth, Susie thought bitterly. Aunt Amy doesn't trust me to even put on my own shoes properly. Boy ... if she only knew! Then, she continued, "But are you sure it's all right? Phil was telling me about his father ... "
Betsy gasped, and then quieted, realizing it was only natural for her son to mention something as important as losing his father. It was just that she had hoped to keep it quiet. But Susie would have to know sooner or later. Glancing into the young girl's questioning eyes, she replied, "It doesn't matter, we have to cook anyway. So let's go!"
Laughingly, Susie and Phil got into the car and the young mother could see the two cuddled together in the front seat to make room for her. It always seemed strange to the older woman that, with all the room in the back, they always sat crowded in the same seat. Susie was sweet, but, she had to admit, just a little too forward!
A freshman, Susie was far more mature than most of the other girls her age - a face that showed in the way she walked and the way she talked. She had been through an unhappy family life and more than once had regretted confiding to Mrs. Carter that she had learned a great deal about sex from her promiscuous mother.
She liked Phil a lot, better than any of the other freshmen boys, and wanted to go steady, but his mother was always around, and who could go steady like that! Especially after she had earlier blabbed to his Mom, in a moment of trying to show off, about how much she knew about sex. Already, she thought proudly, she was beginning to catch the eye of some of the senior boys, and Phil had better hurry up and make up his mind about her or she was going to give one of the older guys the come-on.
It was strange how she thought about sex. She hadn't been a virgin for almost a year and a half now; that little matter had been taken care of very nicety, thank you, by one of her mother's boy friends. He'd made her come to orgasm three times before he finally came himself, and, a week later when he had been waiting outside school for her, she'd gladly gone to his motel room with him and spent six mind-blowing hours with him learning just about every possible way to please a man and be pleased herself.
A month later she had deliberately latched onto another one of her mother's boy friends. It had been just as great with him ... until Mother had caught them together! That's why she lived with Aunt Amy now, but no one knew it! Since then, Susie had visited her mother twice. On the first occasion she had promised to "behave herself" around mother's male friends. The cute teenager had kept her word, but she'd said nothing about the two fifteen year old boys on the fifth floor of mother's luxury apartment building. The two boys had disappointed her terribly; instead of orgasming, she'd barely begun to get warmed up when they came. The following night, there had been a couple of tenth graders there, obviously more than willing to partake of the action. The first one took twenty-two seconds to cum - Susie had been watching the sweep hand of her watch - and the second lasted almost thirty seconds. The two original fifteen year old boys who had staged the party both made it in less than thirty seconds. Total time elapsed for the four boys to orgasm was less than two minutes.
That little orgy, much bragged about by the youths had taught Susie something about young boys. But living here with her aunt, it was impossible to be with anyone but young boys!
On the second visit to her mother she shamelessly broke her promise. Her wild exultant groan as she came with mother's blond beach-boy admirer fucking like a madman in and out of her convulsing little cunt also, unfortunately, brought mother trumpeting upstairs like the fifth cavalry to the rescue.
The next morning, a chastened but defiant Susie was enroute back to her Aunt Amy's in Benderville.
The attractive young girl had behaved herself since then, only because she was surrounded by young boys. Her hunger was a dully throbbing ache in her vagina that seemed to intensify with every passing night. Getting a man was simply out of the question, and college boys were leery of the "contributing to the delinquency of minors" law. That left ... Phil Carter. He was immature, but she had an instinctive feeling that, if she were patient with him, if they could be left alone long enough by Phil's mother, then she might be able to make a man out of him!
Who knows, the brunette high school girl thought as she drove home with Mrs. Carter and Phil, it might even happen tonight! But how?
Later, donning aprons, Betsy and Susie prepared the meal, set the table, and soon were ready to eat. All the time Phil was idly bantering with the young girl. He begged a taste of everything they were preparing, teased his mother unmercifully, and pestered the young girl, generally acting like a playful puppy always underfoot.
Finally Susie hauled off and swatted him on the behind with a spatula, and, in retaliation, Phil pulled her down on his lap and began spanking her as she screamed in mock outrage.
Betsy had become increasingly nervous with the fun and games and was somewhat waspish as she snapped, "All right kids, that's enough! Dinner is ready!"
Phil immediately knew that his mother was miffed at him from the tone of her voice. He jumped up, dumping the teenage girl unceremoniously on the floor and asked, "What can I do to help, woman?"
"Get the wine and open it," she grinned, unable to stay angry with him.
Dinner was usually a pleasant affair for Betsy because that was when she could relax from the day's work. Gradually her nerves calmed down and she found herself enjoying a slow and easy meal with her son. Tonight it was almost a relief to have Susie joining them. The cute brunette could be a very interesting young girl and she was always respectful of the older woman. Her sexual maturity sometimes bothered Betsy, but she was understanding of the fact that the teenager had grown up too fast.
Recently the young mother had begun to feel that Susie was far more interested in her young son than she should be, but, as long as they were happy to just stay home with her, she could control it. Phil was too young to date steadily, and, besides, he claimed he didn't want to. It made life easy for Betsy to have the young girl entertain her son and keep him happy, as long as they didn't get serious.
Turning now to the teenage girl, Betsy abruptly realized that Susie was drinking an awful lot of wine. She didn't know how many glasses her son had poured for her, but the young brunette was already beginning to slui her speech. Betsy said, "Susie darling, can you handle that much wine?"
"I-I guess so," Susie giggled. "Mother always gave me all I wanted, but just one glass gives me the funnies."
"Then why do you drink that much?" the young mother pressed, not at all happy about her reasoning. She let her son have one glass, and Phil knew enough to stop when it was gone. But this girl was actually drunk, and that could cause problems with her aunt.
"Tastes good to me," the young girl muttered, then giggled.
Betsy sighed. The child was far too inebriated to go home. Well, there was only one thing to do. "I think you'd better stay all night with us! You can sleep in the guest room." She grinned at the girl, "I wouldn't want your Aunt Amy to think I was corrupting my students. I'll call her."
"Gee! Thanks, Mrs. Carter," the teenager mumbled, feeling as though she was floating. "I'd - I'd like that." Susie was not yet too drunk to think about what an opportunity this might be.
When dinner was finished, Phil's mother got up from the table and said, "I'll see that the bed is made after I phone your aunt. Phil, you help Susie."
After his mother had left the room, Phil stepped over to his young friend's chair, and, placing both arms under her shoulders, he lifted her to her feet.
"Upsey-doopsie," Susie slurred drunkenly. The wine had really hit her tonight, she thought, must be because she hadn't had any since she came to live with her aunt.
Phil had put his arm around her to hold her steady when the teenage brunette twisted her lushly ripened body and gave him a wet kiss on the ear. "Stop that, Susie! Mom will see you."
She giggled, and then drew back staring at his face going in and out of focus. "Will you come see me after your mother goes to bed?"
"Shit no, man, she'd kill me!"
Leaving the drunken teenage girl sitting unsteadily on the prepared bed in the guest room, Betsy and Phil returned to the kitchen where they shared the clean up chores before they went their separate ways to bed.
"Thanks Mom," Phil whispered as he kissed his mother goodnight. "You're the greatest."
Betsy was elated! Just one little word of praise from her son could send her to seventh heaven. She had been really upset with Susie for doing such a stupid thing, but three little words from Phil could erase all her worries and set her mind at ease.
Automatically, she went through the usual ritual of preparing for sleep and, only when she sank down on the soft mattress and snuggled into her pillow did her mind return to her husband and the shameful thing she had done the night before. This evening had been too pleasant to want to spoil it by thinking of her problems, but her mind was now filled with it. She would just let her husband do what he wanted to do. To hell with him. He could do the divorce-getting without her help.
The saddened young wife was genuinely sorry that she'd said what she had and committed such a juvenile act in front of her sensitive husband, but if she were honest with herself, she was not sorry he was gone! The split had been coming for a long time. God! she thought. It's better to be alone than to be with a half-man! It destroys him as well as me!
The beautiful young mother lay quietly, eyes open and staring up at the filigree of restless shadows on the ceiling. She wondered what she was going to do with her life in the future. Slowly, she drifted toward slumber and was just about to pass into the soothing sleep state when she heard a noise. Her eyes popped open. Listening quietly, she heard it again! Muffled voices from somewhere in the house!
Thinking that perhaps Susie had wandered out of her bedroom looking for something, Betsy wrapped a robe around her naked body and opened the bedroom door. The sound came again, louder this time, coming from her son's room, not the guest room. Thinking Phil might be having a nightmare, the lovely blonde mother tiptoed to his door, opened it a crack and stiffened. Her eyes stared in disbelief at the shocking scene on the bed in front of her.
Betsy hadn't heard the young girl get out of bed earlier and creep silently down the hallway where she soundlessly opened the young boy's door. Neither had the older woman heard her son trying to get Susie to go back to bed. By the time she arrived on the scene, Phil had stopped arguing and had accepted the young girl as his teacher. He was convinced that the cute teenager was right when she had drunkenly whispered that they would be so quiet his mother would sleep right through it.
Betsy's heart began pounding in shocked horror as her eyes telegraphed the message that her handsome young son and the teenage girl were both naked and their bodies entwined in a sex act that was almost unbelievable in its lewdness.
Phil had his mouth on Susie's vagina! Oh no! It couldn't be! Rubbing her eyes to make sure she wasn't dreaming, the stunned mother stared at the obscenely writhing bodies. Her repugnance grew as she heard her son whisper. "Jesus! Susie, your pussy tastes so good! Sure glad you showed me how to do it!"
"Oh yes ... yesss, lover, lick it ... I love it ... Ooohhhh!" she heard Susie's lust-constricted voice stammer.
The shocked blonde woman's breath caught in her throat as the moonlight drifting through the open window threw a golden glow over the naked youngsters. She could already see her beautiful young son's rolling blond head and hear the lewd slurping sound of his tongue fucking in and out of the young girl's wetly glistening cunt. The obscene sight caused her to freeze in silent stupor, for now she could plainly see Phil's lean youthful body lying across the bed, his face shoved up between the brunette's fitfully jerking legs. The lustful girl's widespread loins were moving frantically up and down in rhythm to his tongue's every downward stroke, and Betsy could see her son's muscular white buttocks squirming as he lifted himself up on his knees at the foot of the bed.
Then Betsy put her hand up to her mouth to stifle a half-voiced moan as she saw her son's long slender penis hanging down like a graceful scepter from his scrotum; it was hard and rigidly pulsating! The salacious scene was almost beyond comprehension for the stunned older woman, and she took a step backward as if she had been struck a blow. Betsy tried to clear her head, tried to think straight, knowing that she should stop them ... put an end to this perverted exhibition. Yes ... yes ... she should run into the room and snatch that filthy little whore by the hair and throw her out in the street. Oh God! She was corrupting her beautiful baby boy!
Over the deafening pounding of her heart, Betsy heard the young girl lewdly exclaim, "Harder ... more ... more ... ohhhh! Suck it harder ... lick it ... " And then the watching older woman saw her reach down to pull Phil's face in closer to her steaming loins. The tormented blonde again found herself incapable of movement; there was something almost mesmerizing about this lascivious spectacle.
No! I can't do anything! I can't even stop looking at them, she thought as some flickering remnant of conscience began advising her to turn away, go back to her own bed, and stop being a voyeur. But, dear God, the salacious sight and sound had turned her to stone.
She couldn't move! And, with an overwhelming feeling of despair, she fully realized the reason for her torpor! She'd never, in her wildest dreams, seen anything half as exciting or beautiful as her son's lustfully hardened teenage penis! Watching him making love to this little slut should have repulsed her, but instead of a stomach-churning revulsion, she now felt a strange, light-fingered quivering up between her thighs. It was an erotic trembling that blossomed into passionate desire as she stared at the writhing young girl and her own son licking hungrily at Susie's wide-splayed vaginal furrow.
Even standing outside the slightly open door, she could plainly hear the wet slurping sounds of her son's mouth against her female student's pussy each time Phil's tongue lashed out snake-like to disappear up into the hair-lined cuntal slit.
"Aaaaggghhh ... " Susie groaned in quavering wails of pleasure, raising a rash of goosebumps that rippled down the young mother's back.
A maelstrom of violent passion seethed inside Betsy's love-starved body; her mouth was open and she was breathing like a fish out of water as her gleaming eyes returned once more to feast on Phil's rock-hard penis suspended from his loins.
Without conscious volition, her hands began massaging her own feverishly throbbing breasts. Oh Phil darling. Let mother caress your penis. Let me hold it in my hand and rub it for you, my baby. Her mind was fogged with the soul-sucking vision of her son's virilely hardened cock, and her thoughts fairly screamed at her. It's so big ... so much bigger than when he was a little baby and I used to hold it for him ... it's so hard ... so beautiful ... Ooooohhhh, God! What would it feel like to have something so warm and hard deep up inside my belly. Such wonderful pleasure ... soooo goood...
Betsy drew back in shock as she realized where her thoughts had led her ... she was actually thinking carnally of her own son. She was standing there looking at his naked young body with thoughts of forbidden sex - incestuous thoughts.
She was a sinful woman, but that was unimportant compared with her overriding need to watch. She had to see him! Had to see how he used his beautiful male instrument. Had to see him get relief. His solidly outthrust erection must be hurting him. Poor boy!
"Ooooohhh! Aaaaahhhh! Lover ... lover ... I'm ccuuuummmmiiiinnnggg ... suck me ... lick me harder ... yes ... harder ... " Susie moaned suddenly, her long dark hair flailing from side to side on the pillow; then she gasped, "I'm cccuuummmmiiinnnggg!"
The girl's cry of release finally penetrated the young mother's lust-dazed mind and she realized she was standing at the door, rubbing her throbbing breasts with a vicious massaging motion, and, almost ready to orgasm herself, just from watching her son tongue-fuck that moaning teenage flirt.
Struck with sudden self-loathing, she whirled and ran back to her bedroom, fighting tears of shame, frustration ... and excitement. Several minutes later, her breath coming in natural rhythm again, her eyes closed and she lay in deep thought. She would have to get rid of Susie once and for all. She couldn't let that filthy little bitch take Phil away from her. She couldn't lose him, too! She wouldn't! Phil, darling Phil, was hers. All hers! And he'd remain that way, no matter what she had to do.
At the same time, the blonde mother's brain was swirling with confusion and shame because of her incestuous desires. She vowed never to look at her son's naked body again, for it was too much of a temptation. His slender teenage penis hanging hard and heavy from his loins ... so nice! She would have to be careful from now on, she thought, as she forced her mind away from her son's virile flesh. She would have to find a man to take care of her sexual needs. Keep her satisfied!
It was a long, long time before sleep came...
CHAPTER THREE
Betsy had wasted another day just thinking! She was sure her students must think she had gone out of her intellectual gourd. Also, she must remember to apologize to the principal of the school for walking right past him, not even seeing him until he spoke to her. Well, she had a lot on her mind! It wasn't going to be easy to convince a normal growing boy who'd just had his first taste of sex that a girl was bad for him! Her son was pretty headstrong when he wanted something. But, she would talk to him, try the reasoning approach before she laid down the law.
Besides, the word was out around school that her husband was getting a divorce. It was more of a bother than anything else, with everyone feeling sorry for her!
Sitting in the car waiting for Phil after an hour of trying to cope with Biology II, she looked up to see her son running down the steps toward her. For the first time that day, she felt like smiling; his rippling teenage muscles and blond hair blowing in the wind made him look like a young Adonis. She loved him too much, but he was all she had!
"Hi, Mom. Sorry I'm late," he said, slamming the car door. "Had to say good-bye to Susie. She said be sure and tell you she was sorry about drinking too much wine last night."
Well, she thought, a perfect opening. Might as well get it over with as soon as possible. "I want to talk to you about Susie, honey." Betsy started the car and stared straight ahead as she spoke to her son. "I don't think she's a good influence on you! I think you should forget about her. We won't be having her over to our house anymore!"
"Why? I thought you liked her!"
"I did ... I felt sorry for her. But, I've learned she's not a very nice girl ... and ... and I ... well, anyway, I've heard bad things about her," she stammered, wondering what to say next.
"Oh shit, you hear all kind of things! She's just a little forward and sometimes comes on pretty strong. She doesn't mean anything by it!" her young son muttered in outraged disgust.
Oh God! How could she handle this touchy situation? In her mind she saw the wanton expression on Susie's lust-contorted face, saw the obscenely splayed legs on both sides of her son's face, and the sheen of her cum glistening on his beautiful mouth.
It was a scene that was seared into the sensitive emotional recesses of her brain, and she could only shake her head in bewilderment. That girl had to go! She had to think of a way to explain it to her son.
"You're too young to be a judge of character! You can take my word for it, she's no good."
"Mother, don't be a square. I'm not a baby any more and I ought to know something about people too! You've certainly taught me to think for myself."
"I know, darling, but when you've lived as long as I have, then you have a feeling about people." Things were getting out of hand, and the young mother could sense the anger boiling up in her son.
"Well, are you telling me not to see Susie anymore?" He angrily spat out the words and then sat defiantly back, teeth clenched tightly together.
"Honey, don't say it that way," she sighed and looked over at her son sitting stiff and remote beside her in the car.
Seeing him like this, so young and uncertain, so damned vulnerable, the young mother felt the stinging tears well up in her eyes. Her heart went out to him, and she whispered, "Can't you just trust me? Believe that I know best?"
"No! I can't! Why is she so bad for me?"
Betsy sighed. God knows she tried to handle it without embarrassing him, but she should have known it wasn't possible. "All right, if you insist. I'll tell you," she stammered, paused for a minute, and then continued, "I saw her doing that ... that nasty thing with you! Nice girls don't seduce young boys."
He was stunned for a second, and then he blurted out, "Mother! You don't know what you're talking about. But whether she 'seduced' me or not isn't important. I could have said no."
"I see! You're a man of experience!"
"No, hell no, you don't see either!" It was said with such heat that Betsy flinched at his words. "You don't see at all. I wanted to do it! I liked doing it! Understand?"
Hurt and angered by his remark, Betsy's voice was like a whiplash. "Evidently you see nothing wrong in associating with a common little street tramp ... nothing wrong in betraying my trust in you! Or for that matter, in hurting the one person who loves you and cares what happens to you."
As Phil heard his mother's damning statement, he felt as if she had mercilessly whipped him. He knew he was guilty of striking out at her, wanting to hurt her. He'd never done that before. They'd had disagreements, but nothing like this! Finally, unable to bear the pain he had caused her, he slumped down in the seat and muttered, "I'm sorry, Mother! I'm really sorry."
"I'm sorry too, honey! Maybe I'm not being fair! I just don't know," she gasped, the tears falling unchecked down her cheeks. You know I want you to be happy!"
Silently they rode the rest of the way home with Phil staring out the window, his fists clenched in guilty anger. Betsy was more upset over her son's attitude than over last night's incident. The one thing she couldn't bear was to be alienated from her son.
As soon as his mother stopped the car in the driveway, Phil reached for the car handle to open the door. He was halfway out when Betsy reached for his arm and said, "I'm sorry that you disagree with me, baby ... that you think I've intruded on your privacy. But I'd like to know what you're going to do!"
"I don't know, Mother."
"Please ... for a start ... I'd like you not to do anything until you've had plenty of time to think about it. And I want your promise that you won't see Susie alone again until you've asked me."
Phil looked up at his mother, his anger still showing but blunted now by her gentle voice. He swallowed noisily and said, "Okay! I'll think about it! And I'll be good."
Her eyes stared unseeingly at the quickly retreating figure of her handsome son as he got out of the car and went toward the front door. She had been no older than Phil when she had first experimented with sex. And, God, it had been exciting and wonderful! It had been a mistake, too, but no one could have told her that than. It was evident that her brash young child was the same way ... independent. He certainly wasn't like his father! Dear God! I damn sure hope not!
I must have been out of my mind to even discuss it with him, she thought. I should have known better than anyone how antagonistic a teenager feels having someone dictate every move to him. I should have acted instead ... taken care of that little slut without telling him about it.
Following him into the house, Betsy caught up with him and whispered, "Darling, please ... please don't be angry with your mother! You're all I have!" Betsy blew her nose into her damply wadded handkerchief and wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.
Staring at the weeping woman, Phil reached out and wiped a tear from her cheek. "Mother," he said slowly and very maturely. "Is that what's bothering you? You think I'm going to leave you, too?" His face split with a grin! Jesus! Now he understood why she was so upset.
Betsy let her young son think that he was the knowledgeable male and had the answer. His lanky arms felt good as they wrapped around her waist and pulled her masterfully to him. "Mom! You'll always be my girl, but Susie is something else."
"All right, honey. You do what you think is right." The distraught mother was so happy to have her son's love again that nothing else mattered ... for the moment.
Silently, though, as she felt his virile young body pressing against her own, she vowed she would end the threat of Susie, even if she had to pull a few strings and have the little bitch transferred from the school.
For the time being, she would go along with her son, but she'd show the little whore! If Phil likes her so much, she thought, then he wouldn't like it if another boy made out with her, if he caught her balling with some other guy. I bet that would be the end of her!
Her face lit up in a smile of sudden revelation. But how could she do it? She knew most of the boys at school, but it had to be someone special. Someone who was so conceited it would be easy to set him up! Who was the most self-centered young boy on campus - so sure of himself that he couldn't resist a new conquest? Yet old enough to know the score! The seniors ... athletes ... that was it ... more muscle than brain! There was Bill ... and Ray ... and Benny! And Ray! He would believe anything she told him! I wonder, she thought. How about Ray and Benny both ... at the same time?
She was excited now! No more tears! No more fears! Still concentrating on her plan, the young mother relaxed her features into a knowing grin as a leering gleam shone in her eyes.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Good afternoon, Benny," Betsy said smilingly as the students filed into Biology II classroom. This was the only chance she had to talk to the boys without being obvious, and, if she was going to do anything about Susie today, she'd better get busy.
"Hi, Mrs. Carter, how goes it?" the athletic senior answered as he eased his buttocks familiarly down on the edge of her desk. "Take it easy on us today, okay?"
"Why? I thought I was always easy on you, Benny," she chided.
"Oh, yeah? Well, I know, but today is a bad day for me. I didn't get much sleep after we won the baseball game last night." Yawning, the young boy stared out the window, then blinked and whistled. A lecherous grin lit up his face. "Wow!"
Betsy's eyes followed his gaze and gasped when she saw who he was looking at. It was Susie! That made it even easier for her. "So! You like that, do you? Well, I know about that little girl. Better stay away from her. She's a real swinger!"
"Not really! She's just easy to get to, and my son's no different from all the rest of you young chauvinistic males, always willing to oblige!"
"Hell! They're all easy, Mrs. Carter." Benny looked directly into her eyes as he spoke. "Except you, that is!"
Betsy almost lost her courage as he leered lustfully down at her, but just then, Ray, another star athlete, came up behind her and put his arms around her.
"Stop that Ray," she ordered, feeling flustered.
"You were saying, teach," Benny interrupted.
"Well, I hear she's a little different, though! She likes to entertain two at a time. You have to admit that you don't find one like that very often ... not a young freshman!" Betsy almost panicked at her statement. God! What would the boys think of their teacher talking like this!
But she couldn't stop now! She was too close to success. Before she could lose her courage, she continued, " There are even rumors that Susie might get thrown out of school if she doesn't limit her activities to off-campus sessions. So, like I said. Watch your step and don't get involved with her. She's very bad news."
"You don't say." Ray was suddenly interested in the conversation, too.
"She's by herself every afternoon, and that's probably the reason she gets into trouble," Betsy added, throwing more fuel on the fire.
"You mean Susie Walker?" Ray said, slyly digging for information.
"Yeah," Benny answered, "that's who she's talking about! Did you know about her, Ray? I thought I knew them all."
"Oh shit, she seemed like a little freshman flirt to me. I sure didn't know she knew her way around like that, though," Ray countered, his brow wrinkled in thought. He had been sexually educated by older women, and he liked it better that way. He wasn't really interested in the young stuff, but his knowledge really made him a big man when he got together with one of them. Now, take teach here, that would really be hot stuff. He sure would like to do a little balling with her. "Awww, she's just another chick, Benny."
"Tell you what, teach," Benny interrupted. "How about you instead? I heard that you're getting a divorce. You know I've always been crazy about you!"
"Benny, I've told you I can't fraternize with my students. You want me to get fired?" Betsy laughed, stood up between the two boys and patted them on the shoulders as she continued, "All the other students are in their seats. Don't you think you'd better join them so I can do a little teaching?"
The boys went to their desks and sat down. "See you after class," Ray whispered to his friend.
Later, as the biology students raced out of the room, Betsy saw the two senior boys walk out last, their heads close together, talking in a low voice. She wished she could hear what they were saying, but they were too far away.
She followed them with her wide-open staring eyes as they left the school grounds, still in preoccupied conversation. She instinctively knew she had planted the right scene, and now it was up to Susie. If she was the little tramp the young mother thought she was, then Ray and Benny would score. If she wasn't? If she wasn't ... For a minute Betsy almost ran after the two athletes to tell them she had made it all up, but it was too late now! She would be ridiculed and embarrassed. Oh God, she thought, what have I done? They could hurt that girl! What if she says no and they rape her? How could I do such a thing? But ... maybe Susie did know about having two guys at once ... maybe her mother had taught her that too...
Her thoughts were interrupted by her son speaking. "Mom, you look like you saw a ghost! What's wrong?"
"Nothing ... no ... it's all right," she stammered. "I was just thinking about your father ... and the divorce."
"Oh that ... well, he's an ass to leave you. But you don't have to worry. I bet you could have any man you want. Even the boys in school," he grinned. "I don't blame them either. Too bad you're my mother!"
"Thank you, sweetheart. Look, I've got about an hour's work to do here," she mumbled, changing the subject. "Hope you don't mind waiting." Now she was setting her son up for a visit to Susie's; otherwise, it would all have been for nothing.
"An hour? Hell, I can't stay here that long!" he moaned. I hate this fucking place."
"Phil, you don't have to be filthy mouthed about it. I know the younger generation has been liberated, but that's going a little too far."
"I'm sorry, Mother, but I do."
"Then, I suggest you do something while I work. And, Phil, stay away from Susie. She told me she was going to be alone again this afternoon," Betsy told him, holding her trembling hands in her lap to keep him from seeing how badly shaken she was. "Go straight home, and I'll see you later." She glanced at him; his eyes had a far-away expectant look in them. He, too, was going for the bait.
"Okay, Mom. See you around." he jumped up, hugged her tightly and planted a kiss on her neck that sent shivers rippling up and down her spine. "And I'm sorry I used that word ... it's just that fucking doesn't sound vulgar to me!"
Betsy stared after her son as he ran out the door. He's right, she thought, what is so bad about "fuck"? We adults use "screw" and that sounds even worse, as if we're talking about pigs! All the kids talk that way in this day and age. It's just that I'm not conditioned for that forbidden word.
Suddenly, the beautiful young mother remembered the enormity of the crime she'd perpetrated against the teenage girl, and she bowed her head on the desk and trembled from the shame of knowing she was jealous of a mere child. Jealousy had been the reason, and the only reason, that she'd set her up for a possible rape - a double rape at that!
It's too late to change it now, she thought. I couldn't possibly stop them now, even if I tried. If they are going to do it at all, they're already in the process. Oh, well, she rationalized, they'll probably be sensible, and, if she refuses, which I doubt, they'll leave her alone. I hope!
Benny and Ray stood at the back door to Susie's aunt's house, waiting for someone to answer their knock. They grinned slyly at each other, both with a slight bulge in their tight Levi's. They had talked many times about sharing a broad, but no matter how hard they'd tried to talk their way into it, they'd never found one that was willing to be fucked in the anus. Now, thanks to their biology teacher, they'd found the perfect set-up.
"Well, hello, lover!" Ray said in astonishment as Susie threw open the door, a questioning look on her face. She stood in the doorway with nothing covering her teenage body but a fragile pair of white bikini panties. Her temptingly upthrust breasts were jiggling as she attempted to cover them with her hands as she realized it was not Phil.
"Goddamn, baby, you're even hotter than I thought. You were waiting for us, huh?"
"Oh! I thought it was someone else!" Susie stammered as she tried to close the door in their faces. But Benny was prepared for her sudden move. He had his foot planted in the crack and slowly pushed the door the rest of the way open.
"Come on in, Ray. Let's get this show on the road," Benny smiled leeringly.
'The fuck you will," the teenage girl rasped angrily. "Now get the hell out of my house, or I'll scream."
"Aw, come on, Susie, we just came, to visit with you," Ray pleaded. "Benny didn't mean anything! He's just a horny bastard, that's all. And you do have some bod!"
"Well ... I don't know! I'm expecting someone!" she stammered as the two older boys sauntered into the den. "I-I'll put some music on and then go get dressed," she added, excited by the athlete's compliments and not the least bit embarrassed now that the boys were inside the house, gazing appreciatively at her well-endowed breasts.
It had been something of a shock finding the seniors instead of Phil waiting at the door. They had never been interested in her before, and she had purposely told Mrs. Carter that she was going to be alone, thinking she'd feel sorry for her. Unaware that Phil's mother had seen her in the teenage boy's bed and had ordered him not to see her, she'd assumed it was the young freshman at the door. She had wanted to surprise him with a wanton display of her body, hoping for an afternoon of satisfying love-making. Christ, she was glad she'd decided to put on panties at the last minute.
Hell, Susie thought, these two guys are the most popular boys on campus. Wonder how I rate this visit? Shrugging her shoulders, she decided it would be nice to have Ray for a steady. But he and that cheerleader from Wilson High had been going steady all this semester! Hmmmmm! I never knew he even noticed me. Won't hurt to be friendly anyway and ... that bulge in his pants looks nice and yummy!
Turning toward the stereo, the young girl picked up a record and said, "This is the new one by 'The Grateful Dead'. It's really groovy!"
"Yeah," she heard Benny say when she squatted down to place the disc on the turntable. Suddenly, two big hands encircled her waist as she flipped the switch to start the music, and the half-naked teenage girl felt her ripe young breasts being squeezed in spine-tingling pressure.
"Stop that," she giggled. "That tickles."
"Come on, baby, let's have some fun," Ray whispered. "Let's swing to that music." He pulled her into his arms and began to jerk his body in time to the sound. "You got enough clothes on for me." Slowly he lowered his head and covered the now hardened little nub of her nipple with his mouth. His moistly probing tongue swirled around her sensitive mound with mind-reeling speed.
"Aaagggghhhhh! No! Please don't do that," Susie moaned, unable to pull away from the pleasurable sensations penetrating her trembling body. Oh God! How she'd missed a real man.
"Why not? There's no one here but us three! You know you like it!" Ray muttered through his mouthful of soft white flesh.
Meanwhile, Benny was slouched on the edge of the desk, swinging one leg in time to the music. He leered at his buddy making his play for the juicy little tidbit that had been thrown into their laps. He grinned happily at the squirming young chick, knowing she was already turning on. Jesus, teach was right! She's in heat and old Ray hasn't even started yet! I can hardly wait. He felt his hotly aroused cock lurch in his pants, and he reached down with his left hand to rub it through the heavy material, rearranging it in the confining space of his tight-fitting Levi's.
"Fuck! Baby, come on, let's ball," Ray gasped, his massively distended penis already hard as a rock and bulging out in the front of his pants like an elongated balloon slowly filling up with air. He could feel the lushly ripened freshman girl pressing her warm body against him. Her panting breath was like exotic incense in his face, and she had spread her legs as wide as she could so she could rub her little panty-covered pussy up against his throbbing cock-shaft.
Shit, he couldn't believe it! She was the hottest little bitch he'd ever seen. He could feel the yielding softness of her vaginal lips rocking crazily against the head of his desire-swollen cock as he moved his hands back to her firmly rounded young buttocks and deliberately pressed the flimsy material of her bikini panties up into the crevice between her ass-cheeks. Seconds later, he felt her clenching her buttocks back against his hands, rotating the lasciviously squirming mounds erotically beneath his hands.
"You frigging little bitch, stop teasing and let's fuck!" The lust-filled athlete rasped, raising his hand and reaching for the elastic waistband of her tiny white panties.
Susie was about to go out of her mind with desire. Here she was, just a freshman, and she had the most popular boy on campus hot for her! He really wanted to ball her! He did! And she wanted it too! She was already so hot she was about to cum in her panties. Suddenly her mind cleared enough for her to realize where she was, and she moaned as she pulled away from the athlete, "God! No! My aunt would kill me if she came home and found me balling you guys!" It was one thing to fuck around with an immature kid like Phil while she was alone, but with these guys it would be a long-lasting thing, she thought as she twisted away and bolted toward the bathroom door, the only door in the house with a lock.
The lust-tortured older boy was stunned for a moment, his painfully throbbing cock feeling as though it were about to explode. When he saw her starting to leave the room, he went berserk with desire. "Oh, no you don't, you little prick-tease! I'm going to fuck you now. Whether you like it or not!"
But before he could reach the fleeing teenage girl, his friend Benny reached out his foot and tripped her, causing her to fall heavily to the floor.
Susie was livid with rage as she screamed, "You bastard! You asshole! Why did you do that?"
Laughing uproariously at the lewdly sprawled young girl, the two seniors, as if by signal, began to unzip their pants, quickly dropping them to the floor and stepping out of them to stand naked from the waist down.
Grabbing his thickly pulsing cock in his right hand, Ray roared, "See this, cunt? You're going to get fucked by a man for a change! After you feel this inside your tight little pussy, you'll never go back to freshman fucking again."
Susie stared as though hypnotized at the star athlete's angrily pulsating penis. Oh God! She was tempted. It was man-sized all right, almost as big as mother's boy friends.
But no - these were kids, too. They'd just fuck to satisfy themselves. Quickly, lifting herself up to a sitting position, she yelled, "Get out! Both of you big-shot bastards! Get out!"
Just as she was scrambling to her feet, Benny let out a war whoop and made a flying tackle, almost forcing the air from her lungs as he fell on top of her, smashing her sensuous little body to the floor.
"Attaboy, Ben, caught her just in time!" Ray grinned obscenely as he watched his friend rip the white bikini panties down over the young girl's wildly struggling buttocks and thighs and then toss them aside.
"Okay, buddy, I go first! Remember our agreement?" Benny mumbled as he dropped his face to the sparsely curling dark pussy hair, planting a wet kiss on Susie's trembling cuntal lips.
"Aaagggghhhhhhh! Benny! Nooooooo!" she groaned, as the older boy held her down on the floor, unable to move. The tough athlete's weight was too much for her to struggle against. She couldn't budge! "You son of a bitch, I'll scratch your fucking eyes out!" she cried, then instantly moaned as she felt his tongue licking her sensitive pussy-slit.
"You know you want it, bitch," Ray grinned gleefully as he watched his friend continue his onslaught on the teenager's unprotected loins. He could see her natural curvaceous beauty lying naked and defenselessly open, writhing now in a combination of protest and ungovernable excitement. He kept his eyes fixed on Benny as he forced his knees between the girl's thighs and slowly spread her legs wide apart.
The sight of her hair-fringed cuntal furrow, damp and pink, was enough to drive Ray out of his mind. Unconsciously he began to stroke his painfully throbbing cock while staring at the mouth-watering entrance to her tight little pussy.
"Oh God, man, hurry up," Ray moaned to his friend.
Hungrily, Benny lowered his head again and licked up the warm oozing elixir of Susie's hotly excited cunt. He nibbled at the pulsating red bud of her tiny clitoris, eliciting moans of lust from deep within her throat before savagely thrusting his tongue far up into the heated depths of her desire-moistened vagina.
"Oooooohhhhh! No more!" the teenager gasped. "Please no! I can't stand it!" Belying her words, she was writhing in complete wantonness beneath him, lunging upward trying to force his tongue farther into the wetly throbbing confines of her dilating vaginal passage.
"Come on, get it over with! I'm going crazy! My balls are killing me!" Ray raved, moaning with each breath! He'd never seen such a lust-provoking sight in his life. Jesus, he'd never seen a girl turn on like this one! How she could have gone unnoticed by them all year was unbelievable!
"Aaagggghhhhh!" the young girl moaned. "Ooohhhhhhh shiiiittttt! Oh ... oh ... honey!"
Experimentally, Benny pushed his hands down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her firm smooth buttocks, drawing her open loins up tighter to him, still alert to the fact that she might try to escape even though she obviously was really digging his tongue-fucking now. Her natural moisture was flowing readily and it was all too apparent that this was one wild chick dying to be fucked. Using his stiff probing tongue he began thrusting in and out of her hotly clasping cunt with long stabbing thrusts.
That was all the encouragement the muscular athlete needed. Quickly Benny moved up over her erotically squirming body and used one hand to guide his lust-thickened shaft of seething cock-flesh up into the warm wet slit created by her pussy lips, sliding it back and forth in her slippery cuntal secretions. Her hips began an incessant desperate rotation up against his loins until her legs without warning snaked out wide on either side of his body, her calves locking behind his thighs and pulling him tighter to her.
"Fuck me, you son of a bitch," she moaned and viciously raked his back with her claw-like fingernails, leaving bloody streaks in his powerful flesh from shoulder to buttocks.
"You Goddamned bitch, that hurts!" the baseball player groaned, incited to violence by the pain. Shit, she was really asking for it and she was about to get a fucking the little bitch would remember the rest of her life.
Less than a foot away, Ray stared in hypnotized lust, his eyes glazed as his friend positioned his rigidly thick cock at the tiny entrance to Susie's wet glistening cunt and, without warning, rammed heavily forward.
Benny could feel the warm blood from her claw marks trickling down his side as he sadistically slammed his hips forward, groaning as his rock-hard cock plowed up into the hotly throbbing softness of the teenage girl's convulsively clutching little vagina. His blood-engorged penis drove its way up into her belly, pushing the tortured vaginal walls along ahead of it in painful waves, not stopping until it was buried to the very hilt and his cum-filled balls slapped loudly against her straining upturned buttocks.
"Aaaaagggghhhhh!" Susie groaned in agonized exaltation. It felt as if the older boy were ripping her open from navel to anus, tearing her vulnerable young pussy apart as surely as if he were hammering a rod of steel up into her, and yet there was an undeniable layer of pleasure as well. The burly athlete's enormously throbbing cock filled her pulsating vaginal cavity in its entirety, taking up all the room inside her painfully stretched cunt, it's spongy head pressing right against her cervix. "Oh God," she moaned, "you're hurting me!"
"All you need is a little stretching, baby. The trouble is you're used to little freshman boys!" he told her heartlessly, lying above her and looking down with sadistic pleasure into her pain-contorted face. "But, shit! You are a tight little cunt! That's for sure!"
Susie dared not move a muscle for fear it would only increase her pain. Jesus, she really hadn't expected or wanted this to happen. What if her aunt or Phil came in? Tears filled her eyes and fell to the carpet below her as she groaned, "Please ... oh, please, don't." She was really frightened! She just knew someone was going to come in and find her balling these two naked seniors. They were not gentle like mother's boy friends had been.
"How does it feel now, cunt?" the older boy teased, eliciting more pain by expanding his hard throbbing cock.
"Come on, Benny. Stop fooling around! Turn her over so I can get to her!" Ray pleaded.
"Goddamnit, man, I will! Wait a minute! Her pussy is so tight it's about to pinch my cock right off!"
Slowly, the athlete began to withdraw his lust-swollen penis, moaning between clenched teeth at the warm enfolding pressure of the young freshman girl's vaginal walls. When he could feel the full length of his rod of flesh free of the hotly clasping sheath, he balanced himself on his knees and slowly thrust it home again, burying his cock to the hilt in her belly as he heedlessly impaled the humiliated teenager. Susie impaled in tormented pleasure as her whole body seemed to fly up into the air from the force of the powerful impact, her arms and legs flailing out in all directions as he plowed roughly in and out of her helpless young cunt.
"Ooohhhhhh! Ooohhhhhhh!" she moaned mindlessly. "Yes ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck me-eeee!"
Pistoning brutally in and out of her heatedly clutching pussy, not waiting for her to adjust to the alien wedge-like intrusion inside her belly, Benny rolled over onto his back, pulling the naked young brunette into a kneeling position over him. Her lewd hunger had numbed her mind, and she was unaware of the actions of the second, waiting athlete as he reached down and caressed the widespread cheeks of her wavering white buttocks. Timidly, but with growing eagerness, Susie began sliding her wetly throbbing pussy up and down on Benny's long hard shaft, her eyes glazed in lust. Ray's soft caresses had lulled her into a false sense of security, for suddenly she felt the tip of his outstretched middle finger probing in the damp crevice between her pumping upthrust ass-cheeks.
Not really knowing what she was doing, Susie spread her knees even wider on both sides of Benny's hips and tried to lift her buttocks back against Ray's obscenely searching finger.
"Oh ... fuck me ... baby," she groaned loudly, feeling nothing now but the need to be satisfied. "Fuck me."
"She's all yours, Ray," Benny said, smirking lewdly as he grabbed her nakedly rounded buttocks and held them splayed apart.
Susie abruptly became aware of the heat of another naked body moving in behind her. She turned her head, puzzled, and then saw the lust-contorted, almost insane, expression on Ray's face as he stared down hungrily at her defenseless ass-cheeks. It was only then that the pretty teenager realized what these two athletes planned to do to her.
"Oh nooooo!" she gasped as Ray's outstretched middle finger shoved forward and she felt a stab of pain in her tightly puckered anus. "Aaaagggghhhhh! That hurts ... please stop." She gasped, then choked as Ray's finger forced its way through her futilely resisting anal ring.
The star baseball player ignored her pleas. The lecherous youth had one thought in mind, and only one! He was going to ram his long hard cock all the way up inside her belly; he was going to ream out that tight asshole of hers while Benny fucked his big penis up into her hot little pussy. Jesus Christ! Fuck man! He could already feel her rectal muscles trying to milk him dry! He couldn't wait! He had to shove it in now!
"Hold still, you hot little bitch!" He thrust his finger all the way up into her heated anal passage, and continued, "I'm going to fuck you, too. At the same time."
"Oh God! No! You'll kill me ... I can't take you both inside me! Wait, baby, wait and I'll fuck you too," the fourteen year old pleaded, then added as he began grinding his finger painfully around in her rectum, "No one has ever done it to me that way!"
"That's good ... I always wanted to fuck a virgin asshole!" The sadistic young athlete grinned as his fingernail viciously scraped at the tender lining to her rectum.
Susie moaned and groaned as she felt Benny's hot relentless poker of hard cock-flesh thrusting in and out of her stretched vagina while Ray's drubbing finger expanded her defenselessly puckering anus. Jesus! She couldn't stand much more of this. They were hurting her; she was much too tense. She forced herself to relax against the muscular body of the senior boy pumping beneath her, and felt a sudden masochistic thrill as she surrendered and gave up in total subjugation to them. It really was no use! They were too strong for her to fight! Besides, Benny's rigidly hard penis did feel good in her vagina. She'd never had anal intercourse before; some girls liked it, or at least said they liked it. Shit, why not?
Kneeling there, she impelled herself to concentrate on Benny's massive thick cock below her. Gradually she again began plunging her hungry little pussy up and down on the hardened shaft. That's when she felt the pressure of the other boy's heatedly pulsating penis pressed against her naked buttocks. Suddenly, Ray's finger popped out of her cruelly enlarged rectum and for a second she felt an emptiness ... it was a strange tingling sensation.
Unaccountably, Susie couldn't stand the empty feeling back there any longer. She vaguely realized that she'd never been so excited before in her life. She wanted this to happen - no matter how much it hurt. She'd heard about it. Now she wanted to try it!
"Come on, you bastards," she groaned through tightly clenched teeth. "Let's ball! Fuck me-eee!"
The naked young brunette didn't have long to wait. Almost at once, she felt the athlete behind her pressing the head of his hotly throbbing cock against her tiny virginal anus. Trying to steady herself for the torturous pain she knew was coming, she closed her eyes, and her lips bared back over her teeth.
"Fuck me," she repeated, louder this time.
Her shrill, lust-hoarsened voice carried to the open back door where Phil Carter stood frozen, suspended in space and time. He was sure that it was Susie's voice ... but it sounded like she was in pain! Also, a little like she was angry! But Christ, she had said, "Fuck me!" What the hell was going on?
Taking a few steps forward on his suddenly trembling legs, Phil slowly moved toward the direction of the sound. Creeping quietly toward the open door of the study, he heard a strangled moan coming from Susie.
And then ... he saw her! The lewd scene in front of him was too much for his immature young mind to immediately comprehend.
There was Susie kneeling on the floor, her naked buttocks squirming and jerking in unrestrained eagerness while a boy on his back beneath her was fucking up into her wide-split pussy. Behind her ripe young body, another boy was using his thumbs to separate her wriggling ass-cheeks and expose her little brown anus. Phil abruptly recognized the lewdly grinning boy behind her - it was Ray, star baseball player, and the quarterback of the football team! The other boy was easily recognized as Benny - another football star, and a senior.
For a moment, the youth felt like someone had hit him in the middle of the belly. All this time, he had thought Susie was his girl ... had thought she liked him ... and him alone! Maybe, they were raping her! Yes, that was it! They're raping her! He'd have to do something to help her. But then, with a sudden feeling of despair, he remembered her obscene encouragement: "Fuck me". The young boy's stricken eyes moved to Benny's long hard cock ramming in and out of her cunt, and Ray's rigid fleshy penis poised at her anus like a cop's billy club, and he was really frightened at what he was witnessing. Suppose they are raping her, he thought, what can I do? The two big burly seniors would crush him like a grape! And what if they weren't forcing her! He would be laughed right out of the house. It really didn't look like rape, not the way she seemed to be bouncing up and down on Benny's glistening penis.
"Hold her, goddamnit, Benny! Hold her while I stick it in," Ray yelled, pushing one hand down hard into the small of her back.
Phil could see Susie struggling impotently against the strength of the two athletes; she seemed almost unwilling to stop her fucking movements. The betrayed teenager stared as Ray ran his visibly throbbing cock along her slippery pussy-flesh and then pointed it once again at her crinkled little anus.
The young freshman was so engrossed in the lewd spectacle presented by Susie and the boys that he wasn't aware of his own increasing erection until it pressed painfully against the tightness of his pants. He was shamefully excited at the thought of his girl being ravished by two muscular athletes with the biggest cocks he'd ever seen. He must be nuts to stand here and watch while she made an ass out of him.
But the young teenage boy could not move; it was just as though he had been ordered into immobility by a hypnotist. His eyes remained glued in glowing excitement to Susie's nakedly trembling buttocks while Ray used his thumbs to spread the dampened crevice of her rounded ass-cheeks wider ... ever wider.
Then, Phil saw the older boy bend down and deposit a mouthful of spittle on the puckering little hole. A second later, Ray reared up slightly and the spear-like length of his pulsing penis was throbbing in the warm slit of her buttocks, its lust-inflated head resting against the small rubbery opening, wet from her cuntal juices and his spittle. Putting his muscular hands to her waist, cruelly digging in with his fingernails in order to hold her captive, Ray began pressing forward.
Phil held his breath for what seemed an eternity until he saw the thick white shaft of inflexible penile rigidity slowly slip through the tight little anal ring. He watched, unbelieving, as the tiny pink anus devoured the head, then slipped halfway down the blue-veined length of impaling cock. He couldn't believe it ... he was sure it would split Susie's little hole in half ... but, there it was, buried halfway up inside her rectum.
Still standing at the study door, the freshman boy was in a state of shock when he heard the piercing groan of his young girl friend, "Aaaaggggghhhh! Ooooohhhhhh! Please ... no ... take it out ... oh please ... I've changed my mind! It hurts too much!"
Immediately, Benny clamped his hand tightly over her wide-open mouth, while she struggled and fought in an effort to escape the brutal dual impalement. She groaned against the palm of his hand pressing against her lips, but her mumbled pleas for mercy went unheeded. There was no one to help her ... all that existed was the dilating thick rod being hammered into her anus by the muscular athlete behind her, and the hotly throbbing cock stuck up into her vagina by the burly senior beneath her.
There was no escape from the depraved attack on her helpless young body; the blunt intrusion of Ray's lust-thickened penis vibrated through every fiber of her being as it pushed the soft rubbery flesh inside her widely stretched anal passage in great surges of pain before it. He was filling her backside ceaselessly as though she were being impaled on the trunk of a giant elephant! She mewled in submission, her eyes opened wide in silent torment until suddenly she felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily into the naked softness of her buttocks. The cruelly rigid thickness was buried to the hilt.
"Oh shit ... oh shit ... what a tight little asshole!" the tottering Phil heard Ray groan as the quarterback's eyes rolled in bliss.
Susie turned her head so quickly that she dislodged Benny's hand from her mouth, and she moaned, "Ooohhhh ... oohhhhhh ... please ... " Her words gurgled off as Ray began making long smooth strokes in and out of her defenseless little anal opening.
Groaning in anguish, she hung on the end of Ray's rock-hard cock skewering farther into her painfully stretched rectum with every lunge. Each vicious thrust into her upturned buttocks slammed her down hard onto the thick impaling cock in her vagina. Oh God, she was being fucked as she'd never been before. It was painful. It was oddly pleasurable. With one last loud moan, the wanton teenager submissively accepted her fate.
Ray, muttering obscenities behind her nakedly kneeling body and gasping with sadistic pleasure, began to saw rhythmically and without mercy in and out of the softly enveloping depths of her back passage, bringing alternating sobs of pain and cries of pleasure from her tortured lips. She had never felt so soiled in her life, and her whole rectum was on fire as the quarterback levered up on his knees and lunged the full rigid length of his punishing rod repeatedly up into her belly. On each withdrawal stroke, she could feel it pulling tiny ridges of her pink clasping flesh out with the thick base of his cock.
She was dimly aware of Benny moaning with pleasure, "Goddamn, man, her cunt is about to nibble the end off my prick! Fuck man, settle down or I'll blow my nuts even before we get started."
"Oh God ... ooohhhh ... " Susie groaned loudly as her hips began a slow rotation which might have been eagerness or an attempt to escape. The voluptuous teenager lay nakedly skewered between the two athletes less than ten feet away from her staring, helplessly shocked boy friend, but Susie was blissfully unaware he was standing there as she let her ripe young body be humiliated by the older boys.
Moaning and sobbing from pain and a rapidly growing excitement, Susie felt her sandwiched body coming to a vibrant peak of sensation, and she began moving back and forth between the two muscular youths - feeling the thin membrane between her vagina and anus being pounded by the two pulsating cocks' fucking up between her widespread thighs.
Once they had her complete cooperation, the two athletes took only a few seconds to establish a natural rhythm, buffeting her sensually quivering body between them like the clapper of a bell moving from one side to the other.
Phil stood at the open door, staring at the thick menacing penises fucking in and out of his girl friend's two nether passages. The lewdness of the scene had worked him up to a fever pitch of excitement. Oh God! His cock hurt like hell! Unaware of when he had started, he continued to rub and caress his slender young hardness through the material of his pants, his eyes glued to the three wantonly writhing bodies when suddenly he realized that Susie was not fighting them anymore. She was not groaning in pain, but in salacious delight! The tone of her voice had changed, and now her animal-like mewls of pleasure plainly indicated she was enjoying the brutal ravishment.
The young freshman watched, never taking his eyes away, as the two wetly glistening penises continued to slam into Susie's defenseless little cunt and stretched rectum like twin pistons of doom. He saw the long gleaming cocks disappear into her anus and vagina, only to reappear again less than a second later, drawing back for another thrust inward.
He could see the clasping flamingo edges of her pussy leap up like a fish's mouth and cling to Benny's thick penis on the outstroke, saw it pushed back inside her belly and slowly sink downward as the virile cock-shaft roared up into her body again. He could see the beefy quarterback kneeling behind her ramming his rigid white penis home again ... saw the little brown puckered opening of her forever-stretched anus rise and fall as he maniacally jabbed in and out.
The cruelly sandwiched girl's final defenses had obviously - crumpled. Her shamelessly aroused body was taking over command from her mind and she was feeling a masochistic joy that left no room for doubt. She needed them both to fuck her now, to use her the way they were using her. The pain had gone, replaced by overpowering pleasurable sensations that surged like a warm current throughout her slavishly kneeling body.
Phil stared with growing despair and excitement at the salacious scene in front of him as he watched his fourteen year old girl friend being fucked half to death by two older students at the same time.
His heart pounding, Phil saw Susie's naked hips begin to move backward to meet each of Ray's frantic thrusts into her anus, then move forward to devour the entire length of Benny's surging penis slamming up into her tightly clasping cunt from below. Her body quivered and shook in undisguised rapture, and her gyrating white buttocks rotated in wild wanton circles. "Aaahhhhh! Ooohhhhh!" she crooned like a soft-voiced cheerleader urging them on, as though they were playing ball ... instead of balling.
Then he heard the timbre of her voice change and she suddenly cried, "Oh shit ... lovers ... fuck me ... harder ... Aaaaaiiiieeee ... I'm ... I'm going to ... " Phil's mind was reeling and his eyeballs bugged out of his head from the impact of what he was experiencing. The two athletes as if by some secret quarterback signal, both embedded their wildly throbbing cocks far, far up into womb and rectum at the same time, hanging on for dear life. They bucked and fucked uncontrollably with the young teenage girl, who was writhing and moaning like someone afflicted, sandwiched tightly between their naked bodies.
The young freshman's eyes were blinded, his voice silenced, and his hand stilled as the sound of the three lewdly convulsing bodies screamed out their climaxes in unison, "I'm ... I'm cccuummming ... shit ... fuck ... I'm ccuuumming. I'm ccuummming! I'M CCUUUMMMING!" And with that, the two wildly convulsing cocks were shooting their hot spouting sperm into the girl's moistly spasming belly in unison in a lewd orgy of orgasmic release.
Phil stared, unable to move as he saw their movements subside in intensity as they lay panting in exhaustion on the floor of the study. His shattered mind became aware of his own cum soaking the fabric of his pants, and with a feeling of shame he realized that he had climaxed without really being aware of it. With an inarticulate moan, he ran from the house! His emotions were confused ... he had actually cum in his pants from the excitement of watching his girl friend get fucked by two older boys at the same time.
His slender cock quickly wilted, and the only sensation filling his mortified body now was an overwhelming feeling of anger for the girl he thought he loved. The girl who had betrayed him! The girl who had used his inexperience to fool him into a false security. Probably ... oh shit, she was probably laughing at him all along ... while she balled the whole goddamned football team! Well, fuck her; he'd show her! She probably told everyone about his still immature penis, compared to the giant rods on those fucking athletes. Well, he'd show her that he didn't give a damn!
I don't give a shit what she does, who she fucks, he thought as he ran all ten blocks to his home. Tears streamed down his face, stinging his eyes as he raced in the wind. He didn't want -to cry or act like a baby! But ... but ... shit, she'd made an ass of him. He hated her! He'd never trust any girl again! His mother Was the only person he could ever depend on!
At the thought of his mother he ran even faster. He had to get home first so she wouldn't see him like this. I can't ever let her know that she was right about Susie or that I disobeyed her!
At the entrance to their driveway, Phil stopped, almost choking for breath. He gasped and coughed until he was breathing normally, then, checking the garage to make sure his mother wasn't home yet, he quickly opened the front door and hurriedly went to his bedroom. Lying on the bed he slowly ceased his sobbing and lay in a stupor, not wanting to let his mind think about what he had seen.
Arriving home an hour later, Betsy was filled with anxiety. Her conscience was about to drive her crazy. Had her son seen Susie with the two senior boys? Had the young girl reacted the way she thought the little bitch would? She wanted to know, but there was no way to find out. She would just have to wait and see.
Betsy checked to make sure Phil was home. His bedroom door was closed, and she instinctively knew something was wrong. He never went to his room and closed the door unless he was upset. Automatically, her hand went to the door knob and without hesitation, she opened it and called, "Are you home, honey?"
Lying in bed with his back turned toward the door, he replied, "Uh-huh!"
Sleepily rubbing his eyes, he made no move to turn toward his mother. She, not wanting to make an issue of things but unable to just walk away, continued, "Are you all right? Were you sleeping?"
"Yeah," he mumbled, still not moving.
Without another word, the anxious mother backed out of the room and went across the hall to her bedroom. She pressed her hand to her mouth and her voluptuous young body was trembling as though she was chilled. "My God, what have I done? I mustn't ever let him know what I did!"
Sitting on the bed she shuddered with disgust at the despicable thing she had done. God, it was stupid! I must be out of my mind! I let jealousy ... yes, jealousy, drive me to a criminal act! If Susie was raped, it was my fault! Now I've got to keep Benny and Ray quiet, and never let Phil know it was his mother who sent them to her.
A moment later, her anxiety began to fade. What am I worried about? The boys will never tell such a thing, and that little slut is probably thanking me for sending them to her ... that is, she would if she knew I'd sent them. She's nothing but a little whore anyway! Just a fucking little whore! And what's more, we're well rid of her! We don't need her!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Hey, Phil, wait! Wait for me!" Susie called to the retreating back of the teenage freshman.
Phil didn't stop, didn't even look back, but increased his speed and ran right past his biology classroom. He ran to the boys' toilet and closed the door behind him.
Just as Susie rounded the corner, she saw him disappear into the restroom. Well, she was going to find out what the hell was wrong with the fucker! All day, he'd ignored her, hadn't said one word to her: He was angry and she didn't know what it was all about. She hadn't heard a word from him after school yesterday, even though she'd made a special point of telling his mother she was going to be alone all evening.
He couldn't possibly know about Benny and Ray! Oh, no! He couldn't! She'd been very careful to act normal, and she hadn't seen him talking to the two seniors! Besides Ray and Benny had promised to keep quiet.
"Phil, you come out of there and talk to me, or I'm coming in! You hear me?" she yelled, standing with her hand on the door handle.
"All right! I'm coming out!" he mumbled as he angrily clenched his teeth and opened the door. "What do you want?"
"I want to know what the fuck's wrong with you. Why won't you talk to me?" she questioned. "What have I done?"
"Nothing. I just don't feel like talking."
"Shit, you don't expect me to believe that." Susie was upset by this sudden change in him. She thought they'd had a good thing going. "Is it because you don't like me anymore? Do you have another girl?"
"Yeah, that's it! I got another girl!" Phil took the easy way out, and the curvaceous teenage brunette had unknowingly given it to him. Every time he looked at her, he hated her more. Jesus Christ! She acted just like nothing had ever happened! If she had been raped, she'd have told him about it ... first thing! No, she was one cool little bitch all right! She must be used to fucking around with older boys, and more than one at a time, too!
"Okay, Phil, if that's the way you want it! But ... I thought we ... we had something ... " she turned quickly and ran, fighting back tears, toward the street. Fuck the goddamn biology class! Let junior go home to his mother. Fuck him too! I don't give a shit, I can fuck any man I want to! I'll show him! Besides, the senior boys were a lot more experienced. They almost killed me at first, but wow! That was some balling!
"I'll just show him," she mumbled as she raced up the street to her aunt's house, tears of frustration streaming down her face. "I'll show the fucker! I'll ball every boy in school, and then tell him about it!"
Even though Susie knew she could have any boy she wanted, it hurt a girl's pride to have a dumb little freshman tell her to shove off! Especially after she'd balled the shitty virgin and had tried to teach him everything she knew!
Meanwhile, Phil's mother was worried too. She couldn't understand why he and Susie were cutting class today. She knew they were both at school, and yet they hadn't come to her class. Oh God, could they be off somewhere together ... still friends?
She got through Biology I and then Biology II, and when it was time to go home she still hadn't seen her son. Furthermore, she hadn't seen Ray and Benny either. It looked liked everyone was cutting class today. She didn't quite know how to handle it, but she had to know what had happened at Susie's house.
Reaching for her briefcase, she stuffed it with papers and books and left the room. The only thing she could do was go to the car and wait for her son. As she neared the parking lot she saw his tow head in the window and knew he was waiting for her.
"Hello, honey," she said worriedly. "Are you sick?"
"I'm okay! I just didn't feel like going to class!" he answered, without looking at her.
"Susie wasn't there either! Did you see her?" she asked casually.
"Yeah, I saw her, but I think she went home." He was startled for a moment, wondering if his mother had heard anything. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, since both of you were absent, I thought you might have been together. You know I don't like you cutting class," she answered, concerned, but afraid to say too much until she found out what she needed to know. "Why didn't you tell me, and I wouldn't have worried."
"Sorry," he muttered. "I just couldn't help it."
Phil did feel sick! Jesus, how could he keep all this suffering inside him! He needed to talk -to someone, but there was no one! He just knew that Susie was fucking around all the time that she was making out with him. He had to tell someone! Maybe his mother would understand! They had always discussed their problems with each other. And she had told him that Susie was no good! Maybe she already knew about her! That must have been what she was trying to tell him.
"I have a terrible problem, Mother," he blurted, afraid he'd lose his courage if he thought about it.
"I'm sorry, darling! Do you want to talk about it?"
"Yes ... I think so ... but it's not easy! It's really bad!" He squirmed in the seat of the car, nervously trying to find the words to explain to his mother. "Especially after the way I talked to you about Susie."
Casually trying not to show her elation, Betsy backed the car out of the parking space. "We'll talk while I drive, honey."
"Mother ... uh ... it's Susie. You were right!" Hesitating for only a second, the words tumbled out. "You were right! She's not a nice girl!"
"How did you find out?" she quietly asked, every fiber of her being like a taut string ready to break.
"Yesterday ... I ... I ... ah ... I didn't go home. I went to see her instead. She was in her aunt's house, but she wasn't alone.
Shit, it was awful ... she was with two boys ... they were both balling her ... at the same time ... "
"Oh my God, what did you do?" Betsy gasped.
"I wanted to run in and kill both of them, all three of them!" he rasped with venom, "but, what the hell could I do? They were seniors ... football players! They could have smashed my head in!" His shoulders drooped and a tear fell from his eye.
The nervous young mother was startled at the depth of her son's despair, and she felt tears welling up in her own eyes. God, she had wanted to hurt him, but not this badly. She looked at him and her tears increased as she saw his trembling chin. Surgery had been called for, she knew, and surgery is always painful. Still though, for a moment, the blonde mother knew that if she could have, she would have set the clock back twenty-four hours and thought of some other way to sever the relationship between her son and Susie!
"Darling, Susie isn't the only girl in the world. I was afraid something like this was going to happen!" She reached over and patted his leg, then continued, 'That's why I tried to talk to you about her."
"I know that now, but I believed she was my girl! I didn't know she was just a little whore!" Suddenly, he stared into his mother's eyes, and a glinting light seemed to halo his face when he spoke. "Do you know that I saw the goddamn quarter back fucking her in the asshole ... the asshole, Mother."
Betsy almost wrecked the car as she heard the violence in his voice. Quickly getting control of the wheel, she turned to her son, and said, "Honey, you must be mistaken! You must be!" Oh God, what had happened was even worse than she had imagined. It was dreadful, she thought, but even as she was thinking this, she felt a light-fingered tingling up between her legs as she visualized the lewd sight. She had wondered if the boys would actually try it! Well, they hadn't let her down.
"Oh yeah, I know what I saw, and it's the truth. I stood not ten feet away from them and watched!" It surprised Phil when he realized he was actually getting another erection from just thinking about the obscene act he'd viewed the quarterback performing.
"You must be going through hell, but it's all over now, darling. Promise me you'll never see Susie Walker again." Now Betsy was sure she'd done the right thing! If Susie had actually let the senior boy sodomize her, then she obviously would have corrupted Phil even further! The young blonde mother was glad her son was through with the little slut! Of course, it was tough on him now, but he was young and would get over it fast.
"Don't worry about that! I hate the little bitch!" she heard her son exclaiming. "I'd like to knock her teeth out for making an ass of me." Phil really did feel much better after discussing it with his mother. He was shamefully embarrassed in the beginning, but she was such a sweet mom that his embarrassment soon faded.
Sitting quietly after his outburst, the young teenager's thoughts returned to the lewd sandwich scene he had seen the previous evening. Oh, he'd heard about ass-fucking, but he could never figure out how it could be done without splitting a woman's rectum wide open. Quickly, he glanced at his mother, saw her watching the traffic. It was just as well, he thought, and put his hand guiltily in his lap to cover the telltale bulge of his growing cock.
"Darling,. what would you like to do tonight?" Betsy wanted to change the subject, and maybe a special evening with her would get his mind off the whole lurid scene. She wanted it finished for good! She stared straight ahead, a wild gleam of exaltation in her eyes as she continued, "your mother still loves you, so what shall we do?"
"I know I still have you, and I love you too!" he answered. "Tonight's the ball game. I had planned to go see it."
"Oh, dear, I forgot about it. The big game of the season too."
"Is it all right if I go?"
"Of course, go ahead. I have papers to grade anyway." Parking the car in the driveway, she thought, I had planned to go tonight, but I think I better stay away from the athletic field until Benny and Ray forget about what I told them.
She put her arms around her son's shoulders as they walked up the driveway and into the house. Silently, she hugged him to her breast and held him for a second. Then, quickly, with a stunned feeling of alarm, she released him and stepped back. She had felt the wonderful hardness of his erection and it had inundated her with lewd sensations of desire. She knew his hardness must be from remembering the salacious scene he had witnessed, but her excitement was provoked by the contact with her son. Trembling now, she hurried to her bedroom, knowing she had to get control of herself! This incestuous hunger for her son's handsome young body had to stop! Phil would hate her if he ever found out what she had done to keep him for herself. His personality would be forever warped if he realized that his mother actually lusted after him.
An hour later, Betsy watched him leave for the baseball game, and her thoughts returned to the memories of his nakedly writhing body making oral love to Susie! Good riddance! That little bitch had it coming to her. I knew all the time she was a little good-for-nothing. All I did was just prove it to my son.
Then, remembering the scene in Phil's bedroom, she once again saw his beautifully virile penis - so hard and slender and long - and with a sense of dismay and fright, she also realized that she was aroused to the point where sleep would be almost impossible tonight!
CHAPTER SIX
The stadium was pandemonium! Benderville High School had won the game that put them in first place. The fans were elated and the roar of voices sounded like an explosion. Benderville had been trailing until, with two outs and the bases loaded in the last half of the ninth inning, Ray Sampson had slammed a high and inside fast ball over the fence for a grand slam run which made the final score eight-to-seven.
But there was one set of eyes in the home town cheering section that stared in anger ... one voice that was suddenly stilled as he saw Ray being lifted above the heads of the milling students.
Yeah, you fucking bastard, Phil Carter thought, you're a big man! Well, one of these days I'll start putting on weight, and then I'll beat the shit out of you.
Earlier his eyes had been searching for another face ... Susie's ... not that he was anxious to see her ... because he wanted to avoid her. After the initial search, he'd forgotten about her. It wasn't until he saw the offending athlete across the stadium that he remembered.
Slowly, the stands emptied and Phil found himself standing alone, deep in thought. Quickly he ran to the group of youngsters that he'd been sitting with, and laughingly they discussed the great game the team had just played.
Then they separated, some going to local teenage hangouts for refreshments or something to eat. It was almost a ritual after a game. The excitement left the students too high to go home to bed, so the ice-cream parlors and hamburger joints were busy places.
But Phil was not staying with the gang tonight. He didn't want to see any athletes for a long time. He was just passing the exit to the gym when the two people he had hoped to avoid came out through the player's entrance. Hurrying away, Phil had taken only a few steps when he heard them call his name.
"Hey, where you going, buddy?" Benny came running up to him. "You're not going home, are you?"
"Damn, Phil, you gotta come help us celebrate! We're going to have a party, and you're specially invited," Ray added, putting his arm in comrade fashion around the smaller boy's shoulder.
"No, thanks! I'm going home! Get your hands off me!" Phil rasped angrily. Strange that all of a sudden he was their big buddy. Especially after they'd fucked his girl.
"What's the matter, pal? What did I do?" Ray shrugged.
"Aw, come on, Phil, you're not angry about Susie, are you?" Benny questioned.
"You rotten bastard!" Phil was fighting angry tears. "It's not bad enough you do it, but now you're rubbing it in!"
"What do you mean? What the shit you talking about, man?" Ray asked, a questioning look on his face. "You don't mean you're jealous! Of that little cunt? Why, buddy, there's enough there to go around ... for all of us!"
"He's right, Phil. Aw come on, Susie's going to be at the party tonight," Ray added.
"No thank you," Phil declined with venom and started to walk away.
"Wait a minute, pal," Benny called.
"Sorry you feel that way! We just wanted to show our appreciation to your Mom for letting us in on a good fuck. She's great, your mother!"
"Hold on ... what did you say? You mean? ... " Phil was confused; surely he'd misunderstood the athletes. "My mother?"
"Shit yes, she told us what we were missing out on, and we went to find out," the quarterback grinned and then sniggered. "At first we thought your mom didn't know what she was talking about when she said Susie liked them two at a time. That young cunt fought like a wildcat but she was just playing hard to get. Man, did she ever turn on!"
"Shit, she almost fucked us to death! Tightest little pussy I've ever had!" Benny chimed in. "And a mouth like butter."
"Yeh ... yeh, I guess she is ... " the young freshman stammered.
"Well, if there's ever anything we can do for you, pal, you just call!" Ray patted him on the shoulder as he turned to join the team waiting for him, then called back, "And don't forget to thank teach for us! God, kid, your mom's one hell of a woman. I wish I was fifteen years older so she'd look at me once in a while. If you don't mind my saying, old buddy, I'll bet she's a hot piece of ass. Probably teach Susie a thing or two if the right guy came along."
Phil stood with his mouth open and his eyes bugged out, disbelieving and confused. It couldn't be true! His mother wouldn't do that! She wasn't a sneaky conniving bitch!
She had been too surprised when he told her about Susie! Or had she? And what did the quarterback mean by "hot piece" ... his mother? Well, she was exciting to him and he had wondered what it would feel like being naked and having her cuddle him. But to ball a mother? Oh no!
Maybe Ray had already balled her ... maybe that's why his father left! I bet she and Susie both are fucking the whole goddamn baseball team ... the cocksuckers, he thought.
The more his mind raced, the more angry the incited young boy became. My mother and my girl! I must be the laughing stock of the high school! No wonder the old man couldn't take it. Come to think of it, my mother never bothered to explain why he left!
By the time the young freshman stomped up the driveway to their house, his anger had multiplied a thousand times until it was a big roiling ball of frightening emotion in the pit of his belly. He was violent with pent-up hatred! Hatred for all women! He would teach them not to fuck around with him! He would make them beg for mercy!
He slammed open the front door and started down the hall to the study! He was surprised to find the light out and the door to his mother's bedroom closed.
He grasped the door handle and flung the door away from him, crashing it back into the bedroom as he stood with feet spread wide apart, fists clenched, staring at his frightened mother lying on the bed. Her book fell from her hand as she cried out, "What is it, Phil?" then gasped, "Oh my God, what's happened?"
"You should be frightened. You are a sick woman! A disgusting whore and going to show you what it's like to be raped! Since you like to set a girl up for a double rape, then I'm going to show you how it feels to be forced into something you don't want! Maybe you'll think twice about it next time." Phil was wild with rage. His one thought was to make her suffer as she had made him do. He could easily tear her limb from limb ... she was just a woman now ... no more - no less.
Snatching the blanket from her and tossing it to the floor, he gasped at the wildly exciting sight of his trembling mother's naked vulnerability. For a second, he almost relented and walked out of the room, but he saw the guilty look on her face and his anger quickly returned with greater force than ever. An uncontrollable rage turned his insides into a mass of fire, making a monster of the young boy that had once wholly trusted the cowering woman in front of him.
Betsy was shocked and frightened of him! He was not her son anymore, but an angered and hurt male. Too violent to comprehend anything she might say ... but she had to try...
"Honey! Please ... please don't ... Phil, get out of my room ... now ... " she rasped, as she saw him stripping the clothes from his body. "Phil, do you hear me?"
Her voice was silenced by the breath being knocked from her nakedly struggling body as her teenage son threw himself on top of her, forcing her back onto the bed. Her eyes stared at his slender erect penis standing straight out from his loins, and she hated herself for reacting even now, at a time like this, to his obvious virility.
My God! He means it! He's going to rape me. His own mother! I can't let him! I won't let him!
She struggled in his tightly clasped arms and, throwing him momentarily aside, she tried to slither across the bed, but Phil had acquired the strength of a bull in his anger, and just as she got on her hands and knees, he grabbed her around the hips and held her firmly in place.
"Goddamnit, that's even better! Dog fashion! Just like the bitch you are!" she heard him gasp in a guttural unfamiliar voice.
"Phil, honey ... please ... don't ... you don't know what you're saying," she pleaded, unable to move from his grasp. "Please think of what you're doing! You're crazy!"
"I've already thought about it," he snarled, forcing her hips back toward his naked loins.
My God, she thought, someone must have given him LSD or something even worse! This is not my son! What am I going to do? What can I do?
Without a moment's hesitation, the irate young son used his legs to force his mother's violently trembling thighs farther apart, exposing her entire anus and vaginal passage to his staring eyes.
Phil could see the pink moist flesh of her wide-open cunt with her tiny brown rectum nestled in the crevice of her wavering buttocks. Oh shit, he thought, she does have a hot little asshole. What I should do is fuck her in the ass! He tightened his grip on the undulating white flesh of her hips as she resumed her struggling.
"Now listen to me, Phil Carter, you stop it right now! Do you hear me?" she wailed, her voice rising in a plaintive crescendo as she felt him use his outstretched middle finger to separate the warm tender flesh of her vaginal lips. Oh God, his hands on her naked body ... it felt ... it felt ... the confused young mother shuddered.
"Yeh! You just stay put, my sweet little mother, because I'm gonna rape you, no matter what you say." Phil lifted his slender teenage cock and aimed it at her defenselessly exposed pussy. "You seem to think rape is fun ... well, let's see."
Tears of mortification spurted from the young blonde's eyes as she turned her head and stared in shame between her breasts down at her son's hotly throbbing penis pressing against her vaginal lips. Her lewd kneeling position was a disgrace she felt she would never survive. "Oh please, Phil, don't do this to me," she pleaded, then groaned loudly as his fingernails dug into her buttocks.
She closed her eyes at his silence and tossed her head wildly as she felt the first soft electric contact of her son's hard pulsating flesh against the sensitive lips of her involuntarily moistening pussy. She held her breath, petrified with fear, degraded in utter subjugation beneath him.
"Ooooohhh, dear God," she gasped as she felt his first hard pressure against the tight elastic opening to her wetly throbbing cuntal passage.
Phil pushed with all his strength, a salacious grin twisting his face in a contortion of sheer lust and hatred as he stared at the debauched sight of his nakedly helpless mother kneeling in submission' beneath him. Then, he came down heavily upon her, his hands reaching for her naked hips, his fingers digging into her softly wriggling flesh. He thrust his hips forward with the same motion, sending his sleek young cock sliding up into her cunt with a roaring fury, pushing the clinging moistness of her vaginal walls in pressured waves before it. There was no stopping him until, with a loud groan, his sperm-laden balls smacked heavily against the back of her wildly trembling thighs.
"Oh God! Oh God!" she wailed beneath him. He had speared into her without mercy or thought of hurting her, and now his virile young shaft of hot cock-flesh lay deep up inside her belly, filling her convulsively clasping vagina.
Neither one moved for several seconds. The young son knelt in stillness for what seemed like an eternity, his face pressed into the warm naked softness of his mother's back. There was silence except for their labored breathing. His mind was a turmoil of confusion ... he wanted to hurt her ... wanted to make her pay ... but, suddenly, his feeling of hatred was alien to his thinking ... his love for her was forcing its way into his mind.
Betsy's submissively kneeling body was on fire! Nothing ... she could feel nothing but her son's masterfully pulsating penis buried deep up inside her vagina. Not the cruel pain of her son's brutal rape ... not the humiliation she had felt only seconds before ... just pleasure - sheer pleasure of the most forbidden type. Flames of lust enveloped her ... destroying her sensibilities. She began trembling as though she was about to topple. Oh God! She wanted her own son to fuck her ... fuck her to orgasm! She wanted him to love her! Her baby ... her son whom she loved with all her heart. But he hated her ... wanted to hurt her! Her humiliation was complete ... but she was happy ... happy ... happy! A flood of tears streamed down her face and fell on the rumpled sheet beneath her as she felt his slender young penis beating like a second heart in her snugly clenching vagina.
Behind her, a suddenly confused Phil was experiencing the same incestuous emotions as his mother. Slowly, his overpowering rage was blotted out by the sheer lustful sensations of erotic pleasures as he stared in fascination at his mother's fully rounded buttocks suspended like a split white melon above his impaling cock. Oh Christ! How he loved her! His hands trembled as he slowly caressed the velvety softness of her humbly kneeling thighs.
The boy's throat tightened and he felt his eagerly throbbing penis begin to pulse and lurch with a will of its own inside her hot enveloping pussy. She's so beautiful ... she's the most beautiful woman in the world ... my mother, my mom ... ooohhhhhh, her pussy is so warm and wonderful ... just like satin around my cock, and I can feel her cunt clenching and nibbling. I'm actually inside her ... fucking her!
With explosive urgency mother and son were carried away with their mutual joy in one another. Their bodies merged into a single unit of rampant sexual pleasure, and their souls and sensations were untied to flow in all-consuming waves of crashing desire. Nothing mattered except warmly pulsating pussy and virile young cock, blending together, bringing joy to each other.
"Ooohhhh, baby ... baby ... make love to me ... now!" Betsy pleaded, unable to stay silent any longer. She wanted her masterfully impaling son to fuck her to climax.
The mere thought sent chills running along the base of her spine as she felt the first tentative thrusts of her son's rigidly heated cock skewering into her vagina while she knelt like a slave in front of him.
Her voluptuous body began to twist and writhe shamelessly, and she groaned incessantly down into the sheet under her face. Faint mewls of animalistic servile acceptance came from her lust-constricted throat while her face became a grimace of passion, nostrils flaring like a mare in heat being mounted by a stallion. And under the flailing ash-blonde hair a light sweat had coated her forehead and upper lip.
All thought of making his mother suffer had drained from the young son's tortured mind! He didn't want to hurt her! He loved her! His loud moan of lust burst from his throat as he gasped, "Mom ... oh Mom, I want to fuck you ... I want to ... I don't want to hurt you anymore!"
Oh shit, I'm about to cum and I haven't done any fucking yet, he thought as he began to pump his wildly pulsing cock in and out of her warmly gripping cuntal flesh with deep rapid thrusts that brought moan after moan from his mother's slackly opened mouth. His penis was about to explode from the wild exciting feel of his own mom's rippling pussy against his sensitive cock-head. God! There is nothing in the world like balling - even if it is your own mother ... and the boy instinctively sensed it could never be this good again with any other female! For the combination of emotional love for each other, and their overpowering physical need for release fused their souls together permanently in their incestuous lust.
Lewd flames of forbidden passion sent flickering tingles over the raw nerve ends inside the young mother's ecstatically pulsating vagina as her son's rock-hard penis fucked in and out of her most secret flesh. His sperm-filled little testicles taunted her cuntal lips in a blissful rhythm as his lean hips smacked against her eagerly upraised ass-cheeks. Pushing backward in unison with his every stroke, Betsy felt her need building to an all time high that threatened to take complete command of her brain and her nakedly thrashing body.
Phil's mind seemed to be severed from his body as he felt only the physical ecstasy coursing upward from his cunt-enveloped penis and spreading throughout his entire being. Lewd flames of erotic desire had long since cremated his conscience as he thrust his hardened teenage cock in and out of his mother's urgently clasping pussy.
Kneeling behind her trembling body, the youth realized he could never have imagined anything as perversely intoxicating as this in his life. The lewdness of his mother's position plus the warm velvety nibbling of her wetly grasping cunt surrounding his cock almost drove him out of his mind. He had wanted to hurt her - subjugate her! Make her suffer for all the sins, real or imagined, committed by her against him. But now, there was only a feeling of enjoyment ... a great happiness in his heart. Her cunt was so tight and so fantastically warm ... he loved her ... he never wanted to stop balling her!
His caresses of her naked hips and buttocks were bringing shudder after shudder of delight from his mother's wantonly abandoned body. As he fucked, his searching hands became bolder and soon he discovered her puckering little anus nestled in the crevice of her ass-cheeks, too inviting to resist. God! It was twitching like a fish's mouth! Using the outstretched middle finger of his right hand he lowered it to her readily flowing cuntal juices and coated it with a thin film of her liquid passion. Then he traced it upward to the small crinkled hole cradled in the defenselessly wide-open slit between her buttocks.
The kneeling young blonde mother stiffened as she felt his nudging at the opening. "Yesss ... yes ... honey, put it in my rectum ... fuck my anus with your finger," Betsy cried out in her overpowering passion. She wanted him to fill every passage she possessed; she wanted to be enclosed in her son's love. If he had three penises, she would want them all! Fill me! Fill me! she thought as she felt the overwhelming ecstasy of her son's incestuous ministrations.
"Ooohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Mom, you feel so good ... soooo goooood ... " Phil raved as he slowly and gently forced his finger into the tight nether aperture.
Alarmed, her teenage son immediately began to withdraw his outstretched finger, but she tightened her rectal muscles and groaned, "No ... no, don't take it out ... I love it in my asshole! Hurt me!"
Her lusting words of encouragement, rippled like an electric shock through the fourteen year old and he immediately rammed his hand forward, his finger slipping all the way up to the palm into the hot spongy flesh of her cringing anal passage.
"Aaaggghhhhhh ... God!" Betsy's eyes were glazed in pain and pleasure. Easily working his finger around inside her rectum, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider, Phil soon felt her anal muscles relax and almost immediately heard lustful moans of exultation escaping his mother's throat as her tightly puckering anus nibbled at his finger.
Within seconds he had established a double-fucking rhythm, sawing his finger in and out in unison with his cock fucking high up inside her moistly throbbing pussy. Wanting now to bring her maximum pleasure, the young boy lowered his free hand to search for and find the hardened nub of her clitoris. Using his thumb and forefinger, he began rolling the erect little nerve bud back and forth, massaging it into ever greater hardness as his nakedly kneeling mother moaned like a woman possessed.
Betsy was joyously impaled on her son's stone-hard cock deep in her vibrant cunt, and his finger was bringing her pleasure beyond comparison in her tightly clenching rectum. Thrill after thrill built one on top of another as she felt him fondling the soft hair-lined lips of her vagina while fingering her sensitive throbbing clitoris. She began twisting and wantonly squealing under her son's ravishment of her naked loins, knowing now that he was going to make her cum as she had never done before. Her widening pussy sedmed to gape in greedy desire, swallowing the whole length of his stiffly pummeling cock that was plunging back and forth, slamming against the very mouth of her womb.
Suddenly, she felt his thrusts quicken, hot and pulsating and deep, while at the same time he pulled his probing finger from her rectum with a wet hissing sound to grip her hips tightly. She felt the loss of his finger in her anal passage, and it was suddenly disconcerting. God! It had felt so good! Groaning incoherently, she tried to spread her thighs even farther apart, almost unbalancing herself as she gave him easier access to her already wide-split cunt. She never wanted him to stop!
"Ooohhhhh ... oooohhhhh ... " she commenced to chant beneath him, her face contorted in an unrecognizable mask of wild passion.
"Mom ... my sweet mom ... so good ... pussy so tight ... " Phil quickened his strokes, grunting and groaning as he fucked hard and deep, his virile young cock boring up into the hidden recesses of her womb. She was a mass of exquisite moisture in her madly pulsing cunt, and her blazing mind was overpowering all thought other than that of the magnificent pressure building inside her.
She was vaguely aware of her son's hands running over her like searing tongues of fire, of the hot friction of his wonderfully hardened cock as he fucked into her from behind. This was it! This was it! Somehow, she had never thought it would ever happen to her! Loved by her own son! Oh hell! Why not? Why ... oh shit ... more ... more...
"Fuck me ... fuck me. Darling! Wonderful ... so good! Harder ... honey ... fuck ... " she ranted as she panted and writhed, her voice a constant wail as she climbed to an orgasmic emotional peak.
Squirming in complete wantonness, tempting her young son with her lewdly rotating buttocks as he rammed into her kneeling body from behind, Betsy was uncaring of the shameful whorish spectacle she was making of herself. She cared for nothing now but the release that waited only seconds away.
Oh shit! Phil thought. He couldn't survive the impact of this pleasurable ecstasy that threatened to devour all his senses. He was almost there - almost ready to cum! He had to bring her the same joy that he was feeling, but there wasn't much time left. He could feel the heated sperm stirring inside his balls for the final explosion. Wave after wave of thrilling excitement shot up from his expanding cock-head, trying to trigger the climax. He fought them all, refusing to cum yet. And then, he realized she, too, was there!
He withdrew his penis until only the tip was inside her wetly palpitating pussy hps, then, thrusting his hips forward, he buried his solid length of stampeding young cock-flesh deep up into the spasming moistness up between her legs. His mother responded with a joyous groan of rapture, bellowing the fire ricocheting inside her. She felt the lewdly overpowering sensations as his hotly jerking rod rammed like a heavenly sword up into her rippling vagina and his cum-bloated testicles taunted her clitoris in a blissful rhythm with each solid stroke he made into her belly. His lean hips were forcing the soft white moons of her upraised buttocks farther and farther apart until they seemed to be splitting.
"Oh ... baby. I think I'm ... I'm going ... to ... " Betsy felt the heat boiling up in her belly and loins. Her trembling ass-cheeks were making wanton little circles, as she squeezed down with her inner cuntal muscles at the boyish pole of swollen sinew stroking into her from behind. Her lust grew in intensity as she heard her son's unintelligible moans of pleasure and felt his shaft expanding inside her clutching cunt. Oh God, he, too, was about to cum ... The thought of what was about to happen triggered all the violence that had lain dormant for years in her love-starved cunt, and she was crying out in shrill rapture, "Oh God! Oooohhhhh Christ! Honey, fuck me harder ... I'm ccuuuumm .' . . I'm ccuuuummmming! Ooohhhhhh ... "
As she jerked and bucked uncontrollably back against him, the naked young mother felt his cock grow even bigger and begin to ejaculate his hot thick sperm far up into her wildly convulsing cunt.
"Oh shit ... son of a bitch ... Mom ... I'm ccuuummming ... shit ... shit ... I'M CCUUUUMMMMIIING!" He made one last thrust into her and held his penis there, feeling it pumping out all the voracious hunger in his climaxing young body, and felt her softly rippling pussy muscles sucking and pulling at his cock shaft like an obscene milking machine.
Betsy began weeping as their incestuous love juices mingled up inside her in a warm shimmering pool of bliss and passion. For a moment, she thought she would faint from the impact of her orgasm! Her soul was in heaven! She floated on a cloud of ecstasy!
At last, her legs went limp and she collapsed, slowly sliding forward to lie face down on the bed.
Her son tumbled on top of her, his soft limp penis pulling from her satiated vagina with a wet slurping sound. He was gasping for breath as he buried his face in the softness of her shoulder, too exhausted to move another inch.
Betsy's heart pounded in her chest as though it would burst. Her body was beaten, bruised, and satisfied; and then, the temporarily forgotten wave of shame and humiliation returned to her, flooding her mind as she remembered who was lying on top of her. Once more tears stained her cheeks and she wept silently, uncaring that her trembling young body was incestuously crushed beneath her son.
She hated herself for losing self control, for actually enjoying this sordid, rapacious act. With a great and deepening sense of despair, she knew she had felt far greater sexual pleasure with her son than she'd ever felt with her husband! There was no doubt about it! She loved her son incestuously! Secretly, she had wanted him for a long time. Oh God, what was she to do? Tears of shame and remorse coursed down both sides of her face. She'd be better off dead!
Her thoughts were interrupted by the movement of her son who turned to face her and stare into her tear-filled eyes. With a rasping cry torn from his throat, he enveloped her in his arms, crushed her against his youthful chest, and cried like a baby. "Forgive me, Mother! I didn't mean to hurt you! I love you so much!"
"It's all right, honey! Don't cry! It was my fault," she crooned to him as he buried his face in her passionately trembling breasts. She could feel his scalding tears against her nakedness as he clasped her to him.
"Now ... now, darling. It's all right! It's all right," she repeated, and began rocking back and forth, cradling his handsome young face to her breasts.
Phil's momentary pang of conscience quickly disappeared as he realized that his mother's lushly ripened breast mounds were pressing into his face and mouth. With startling quickness, the fourteen year old boy felt daggers of desire again pricking his repentant body! Jesus! What was happening to him! He had just fucked the hell out of his mother and now he wanted her again. He felt his young penis lurching into renewed hardness, and with an animal cry of hunger he took one tiny pink nipple in his mouth and began sucking voraciously.
The shock of her son's sorrowful tears had thrown the young mother offguard for a few minutes, and when she felt him caressing her breast and nibbling at her hard little nipples, she, too, moaned with renewed lust. Oh God! She wanted him! She wanted him to make love to her, to possess her completely again! The rape was forgiven, the torture of being subjugated by her own son, forgotten. She clasped him to her and murmured loving encouragement into his ear as she reveled at his wetly working mouth on her breast. "It's all right, baby ... oh yes!"
"Ooohhh! Mom! I'm sorry," he muttered around the soft mound in his mouth. "But I couldn't help myself. I want to love you, again ... like a man loves a woman! I want you to be my woman!" His mouth returned to her breast as soon as the whispered moans of hunger escaped his lips, causing chills of desire to swamp Betsy's trembling body; she couldn't have refused him now if it meant going to jail for life as soon as it was over.
"I know, baby ... I know ... that's why I did such a horrible thing to Susie! I didn't know it then ... but it must be true! I'm so sorry ... but ... but I didn't know I wanted you ... even then!" She gasped as her son greedily flicked his tongue over her erect little nipples ... all pink and shining with his saliva.
"I guess I wouldn't have raped you if I hadn't wanted you too," he rationalized as he lowered his head to the flat plane of her belly, dipped his tongue into her tiny belly button, and then slowly lowered his mouth to her blonde curling pubic hair.
"Ummmmmmmm!" he moaned. "So sweet! Your pussy smells so sweet!"
"Aaaggghhhhh! Oh God!" The young mother moaned and arched her hips upward as she felt his tongue dip into the hotly throbbing slit of her pussy. She willingly spread her thighs to give him deeper access to her pulsating cunt, continuing to moan and writhe with incestuous desire as her son voraciously slaved at her loins, tongue-fucking her to an orgasm so powerful that she swooned into unconsciousness...
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning, Betsy slowly and languidly came awake and sat up in bed. For a moment she was afraid to look at the other side of the bed. Finally she turned and, with a startled gasp, stared straight into the face of her sleeping son. My God ... it's real, she thought, not knowing whether she was pleased or disturbed by the fact. It wasn't a dream after all! My son did make love to me! So it finally happened. I'm an incestuous mother! But we wanted each other and we need each other! We've been heading toward this event for a long time ... I love him as a woman loves a man ... and he loves me the same way!
Not caring about what other people might think or do, the radiant young mother abruptly made her decision. She had already accepted this wonderful gift! She knew she was too weak to fight her incestuous desires. It would be easy with the two of them living together! Actually no one ever had to know! No one! Her baby had returned to the womb where she had carried him for nine months before delivering him to the world with life! Her life! They had been one! And now, they were one again! It was as simple as that!
And with her decision made, she felt the warm wonderful tingling begin up between her legs.
Lowering her face to the boy's limp young penis, her kiss was a sanctified tribute. She savored his male odor and felt a lump in her throat as she was suddenly overcome with humility. She was a very lucky woman! Caught up in the lewdly exciting memories of last night, she used her tongue to flick at the head of his sleeping cock.
Trembling with the rebirth of lust, Betsy swirled her saliva around the tiny slit in the glans before lowering her lips to the base and then lapping the full length of his youthful penis. She heard him moan, even though he was still deep in sleep. She wanted to give him pleasure while he was unconscious of her presence; she wanted to wake him up with a joyful heart. She stared up at his handsome young face as he began to writhe with the invading sensations.
Grinning to herself, she felt his warmly pulsating erection creeping upward, filling her salivating mouth to the fullest. Oh Jesus, she'd sucked only one cock in her lifetime, and that was her husband's. But that had been nothing like this! The sweetness and the innocence of Phil's youthfully hardened penis was enough for her, he could cum in her mouth if it gave him pleasure; but with her husband, she had done this with repugnance wanting only to arouse him.
Smiling tenderly, Betsy moved her hand down to cup Phil's walnut-sized little balls. His penis was throbbing hotly now inside her mouth as she began sucking with fervor, licking the lust-swollen cock-head with little circular movements before flicking her wet tongue up and down the sensitive underside of his steadily burgeoning shaft.
Phil's moans increased and, with a jerk, he suddenly awakened. Unsure of whether he was having a wet dream or not, the youth lifted himself up on his elbows and stared with sleep-glazed eyes at the top of the blonde head bobbing up and down over his fully erect cock. Son of a bitch! The salacious sight of his beautiful naked mother sliding her sensually ovaled lips up and down over his eagerly throbbing cock was unbelievable and the sleep seeped from his brain leaving it brittle clear as he savored the erotic sensation of her warm sucking mouth.
"Oh shit, Mom, don't stop ... keep sucking," he gasped as he felt her pause.
Betsy suddenly realized that her son was awake and staring at her, but she was spurred on by his local encouragement. She took his desire-filled penis deep into the warm wet cavern of her mouth and voraciously sucked the full length of his sweet child maleness. As he moaned out his lust, she caressed his sperm-laden testicles with one hand and began a gentle massage, manipulating them with loving skill while her throat continued to expand and contract in her increasing desire to suck his rigidly pulsating penis to climax.
She felt his hands brushing her long blonde hair from her face and instantly realized he was receiving added pleasure from watching her obscenely ovalled lips slide wetly up and down on his upthrust penile shaft. Quickly, she changed position until she was hovering nakedly between his widespread knees, giving her boy a clear view of her slavish ministrations.
Oh! I love it! I love his warm hard penis in my mouth! Oh God, what I've been missing all these years! It tastes so wonderful! The young mother flicked upward along the underside of the boy's lust-hardened cock as, drawing her lips together, she sawed her mouth avidly up and down the thick glistening pole. She sucked with a perfect tempo, with an instinctive age-old knowledge as old as womanhood itself, her lips working hungrily over his desire-hardened penis.
Phil watched mesmerized while her soft wet lips puckered outward and then back again, his brain an inflamed cauldron of lust now as his fingers moved spasmodically along her nakedly quivering shoulders. Touched by her selfless gift of love, he groaned in lewd delight and fell back weakly onto the pillow.
Betsy went wild with frenzied new emotions, thrilling to the erotic fermentation incited by his cock and testicles, and her warm saliva increased until it was a glistening river running down around his thickened young shaft. Instinctively knowing he would like it, she trailed her tongue down between his trembling legs, licking from his scrotum to the rough brown opening to his anus. She dipped her tongue into the tightly puckered rectal ring, wringing salacious moans of wanton pleasure from his gasping mouth.
"Oh shit, Mom ... You're driving me up the wall ... aaaaaaagggg ... oooggghhh ... "
Betsy was in a world of her own! She wanted to fuck her baby with her mouth! She wanted his hot fresh sperm to gush down her throat and fill her belly. Quickly, she slid her tongue back over his cum-filled balls and along his slim white member. She sensed the youth was almost screaming with rapture as her wetly ovaled lips moved down over the swollen head of his teenage cock again. Oh baby, I can bring you so much enjoyment, if you will just let me, she thought as her uncontrollably trembling hand reached down and returned to the gentle massage of his bursting testicles.
The young mother continued to lick his madly jerking cock as her lips encompassed the hot pulsating head, then let it sink full-length back into her throat. Her head bobbed greedily up and down as her son groaned and thrashed in front of her and her brain became a blurred network of revivified incestuous lust.
She could feel her vagina soaking wet as she pressed it into the edge of the mattress. She was burning up with need and she moaned around the distended flesh in her mouth, knowing she had become a blubbering mass of desire. The feel of his warmly pulsing penis against her tongue, plus the thought of him cumming in her mouth, heightened her own erotic sensations to the point where she was about to orgasm from the mere excitement of sucking his cock.
She could also feel her son's sperm building up at the same time and she sucked with a wanton hunger, swirling her tongue around his blood-filled penis while it pistoned in and out between her tightly pursed lips. Her vagina quivered at the vision of his slender penis fucking her into a mindless ecstasy last night.
"Aaaggghhh! Suck it ... harder ... Mom ... SUCK!"
With the strength born of lust and lewd desire the young teenager reached down and, With one quick movement, placed his hands on both sides of her head and began to pump her ash-blonde head up and down with fury, fanning the forbidden flames even higher.
His head fell back to the pillow again and again as he gasped over and over, "Ooooohhh ... oooohhh ... oooooohhh ... "
Betsy slaved over his suddenly ballooning cock and the suction of her mouth increased with her red-hot lust as Phil unleashed a torrent of obscenities that he wasn't even sure were coming from his own mouth, "Goddamn, fucking son of a bitch ... shit ... my mother-fucking cock is going to blow into a million bits ... suck ... fuck ... shit ... "
The young mother could feel her son's climax boiling up from his cum-bloated balls as she gently caressed one and then the other. Her eyes widened as her chest heaved, and her teenage son's pubic hair brushed against the sides of her mouth as she seemed to swallow the entire length of his slender penis.
Oh God ... I'm going to cum ... baby ... I think I'm cummmming ... Betsy thought in disbelief as her brain whirled. Was it possible? Could she cum just from doing this bringing pleasure to her son? And then, as the rippling sensations spread outward from her wetly throbbing pussy, she knew she could ... and would!
She pounded her mouth frantically up and down on Phil's pummelling shaft until his wildly jerking cock suddenly spewed like a fountain and she felt his warm gushes of cascading sperm filling her throat like nectar from the gods. She sucked greedily until his last groaning spasms faded away, and his cock began to soften inside the warm wet confines of her mouth.
Her son's groans of pleasure simmered to sighs of contentment and his hands no longer gripped her ears. His pulsating young penis gave one last spurt of remaining seminal fluid and slowly deflated. She collapsed across his lower body with her mouth still pressed into his loins, his satiated cock hanging limply from her cum-smeared lips.
At the same time, the incestuous teenager sighed contentedly, drinking in the flooding sensations of satisfaction, and for several minutes they lay like statues, both trying to regain their strength.
Then, Phil slowly lifted himself up on his elbows and said, "Come up here, Mother!"
Without hesitation, Betsy quickly moved up on the bed and fell into his arms. She opened her slitted eyes and affectionately stared down at the young boy as he smiled tenderly up at her and sighed, "I love you!"
"Unmmm! I love you too," she mumbled as she snuggled deep into his enfolding arms.
Quietly and reverently they cuddled together and quickly drifted into a dreamless sleep of satisfaction. They lay that way until the sound of the telephone beside the bed disturbed their sleep. Betsy was angry that she had to move! She let the damn thing ring for a long time, but finally reached over and answered it just to stop the noise.
She gasped and quickly sat up beside her son as the voice of her husband penetrated her fogged mind.
"Yes ... yes ... well all right ... yes ... this afternoon! Good-bye!" was all that Phil could hear, even though he knew his mother was deeply upset.
"Who was it?" he asked as she lay the receiver down and hung up.
"It was your father! He's coming to get the rest of his things," she replied, her forehead wrinkled in thought. "He's serious about getting a divorce."
"I'm glad ... glad, do you hear," the young boy chanted. "I won't share you with anyone. Understand, woman? You're all mine!"
Staring into his innocent trusting eyes, Betsy began to laugh, and soon the naked woman and boy were rolling and playing on the bed. They frolicked for only a few moments before the play became serious and their bodies responded to each other's closeness ... and then they were one again!
CHAPTER EIGHT
The beautiful young American woman and the young blond boy with her had caused much discussion amongst the Spanish staff of the little open-air, thatched-hut restaurant on the beach outside of Palma de Mallorca.
Francisco, the waiter, claimed they were mother and son. Paco, the bartender, shook his head and said they were "lovers". Maria, who washed dishes and killed cock-roaches in the kitchen, merely smiled. Truly, she thought, they might be mother and son, but there is no doubt that they are also a man and a woman to each other. But, then, of course, they are Americanos, she reflected seriously, and no one ever really knows about Americanos.
Lying now in the mid-day sun on the sandy beach a few yards down from the restaurant, Betsy Carter languidly watched the lapping little waves from the Mediterranean creep in on white moccasined feet toward the shore. So much had happened ... so terribly much. Her life had changed completely - and all for the better. She had no regrets about anything, except maybe Susie.
She stared with affection down at the sleeping figure of her son. His neck had thickened and he was filling out, just in the last three months. He was a man in every way now, she thought, and felt a jolt of lewd excitement ripple through her loins as she visualized his virile young penis ... longer and thicker now than it had been that vibrant spring night he came storming into her bedroom ... or so it seemed! And he'd grown at least two inches the other not-so-impotent way - the tall way - too. A summer of swimming and water skiing had been good for him, as well as a healthy sex life.
As if aware of her scrutiny, Phil stirred restlessly, then stretched and came wide awake. He looked up, "Hi, beautiful," he said.
"Hello, darling."
"You look serious," he said. "I thought we weren't going to do any thinking about anything this summer."
Betsy shrugged one shoulder, and the movement made her bikini swim suit gape open, revealing her lushly ripened breast, all soft and white, surrounded by tanned flesh. "Well ... they weren't bad thoughts," she said.
"Yeah? What?"
She dimpled, then lowered her voice even though no one was near them. "I was just thinking that your beautiful penis is getting bigger and thicker every day."
"I'm becoming a man," he said simply.
"You've been a man to me ever since ... " she sought words, then shrugged again. Hell, he knew!
Phil gazed up at her. God, he was the luckiest man in the world. He had looked carefully, really inspected other women - young and older - during the last few months, and not one could compare in beauty and build to his mother. He'd seen literally thousands of men staring after his mother's sensually alluring figure, which seemed even more breath-takingly voluptuous now than it had three months ago, had seen the men lusting after her, and had felt an almost overwhelming sense of power at knowing she was his. All his! Now and forever! For the first time in his young life, Phil was feeling the power of possessing a woman ... sexually!
Betsy glanced down the beach toward La Roca Marina and saw two cute teenage English girls in their tight little bikinis wandering down toward them. The two girls had come this way two or three times a day now for over a week, and the young mother knew they were trying to attract Phil's attention - were waiting for a look, a nod, a "hello", anything from her handsome young son.
For a split second, she felt a pang of remorse. She was stealing her son's youth, just as she had stolen his innocence for all time. And yet, it really wasn't quite that simple. Phil was free to go to another female any time he wanted, but Betsy was secure in the knowledge that he wanted only her. Still, though, she thought she'd try.
'That cute little brunette on the left," she said, "looks a little like Susie, don't you think?"
Phil glanced disinterestedly toward the two giggling girls who were self-consciously rough-housing with each other at the water's edge. He shrugged uncaringly. "Yeah, I suppose so."
Cursing herself for bringing up the subject, Betsy suddenly blurted out, "Do you ever miss her?"
"No. Do you ever miss Father?"
Betsy smiled and put her hand on his shoulder, feeling the exciting sensual warmth of his naked skin slightly slickened with suntan oil.
"Well, it's different between your Father and me."
"Not really. Anyway, no, I don't miss Susie." He paused for a second, then said, "I'm sorry though that her Aunt Amy caught her with those four boys from the baseball team in her bedroom." His eyes widened in the memory. "Jeez, the old lady had her on the next plane out." He shook his head. "Probably just as well, though."
Betsy said nothing. Yes, it was just as well, that's why she had tipped Susie's aunt as to what was going on behind her back. Susie was young; she'd bounce back ... probably had already. But as long as the promiscuous young girl remained in Benderville, she was a threat to Phil ... and so she'd had to go.
She jumped in alarm when she heard her son ask, "Since you insist on talking about unpleasant things, let me ask you a question!" He stared at her face, grinning, "Do you think Dad will marry that widow when the divorce is final?"
"Probably. I wonder how long he's known her!" She paused in deep thought, then shook herself and continued, "Why? Do you want another mother?"
"I have all the 'mother' I can handle for the time being," he smiled and closed his eyes in happiness.
The two English girls had passed now, the whispering waves already erasing their footprints from the wet sand. Betsy watched them as they disappeared down the beach and around a rock-cropping. She glanced down to see if Phil was watching them.
He wasn't!
He was staring up at her breasts, his eyes glowing. "Phil?"
"Ummmmmm?"
"What are you thinking?"
He grinned lewdly. "I was thinking it's time for a nap."
"But you were just sleeping, darling!"
"Who said anything about sleeping, Mother. Come on. I think it's about time we try something new." He stood up, tall and straight and strong ... and reached masterfully down and pulled her voluptuous body to her feet.
Then, arm in arm, laughing softly at each other, the young man and the beautiful older woman trudged through the hot sands toward their beachside cottage.
From somewhere down the beach there came the plaintive sound of a guitar. Francisco, stretching and yawning, closed the shutters on the restaurant. The mid-afternoon heat was on the land, and it was siesta time.
A time of stillness and napping, and of love-making...
