“Fuck me,” he told her. “That’s it, mom. Now you’re using those muscles. Oh, wow!” Freddy had to admit that he probably never could find any woman who could stimulate him and arouse him the way that she could.
She had a way of grabbing at his big cock that thrilled him. And at the same time he loved playing with her bosoms. They were big and beautiful.
“Fuck,” he whispered, “fuck it. Oh, yes. Fuck. Come on. Fuck it off.”
All at once his cock exploded. Hot white cream streamed into her pussy.
At this point Freddy’s plunging penis continued stabbing into her. He was eager to give her every kick he knew how.
When he finally did finish erupting and Harriet got off him, she bent over and kissed him passionately.
“Quite a performance, dear.”
Her breath came short and her heart pounded rapidly as she looked at him. She patted his cheek affectionately.
“How do I rate compared to the old man?” he smiled at her.
“Your father would kill us both if he ever caught us,” she admitted candidly, “but I must admit, you are better.”
“Thank you/’ he said proudly.
He went back to the bed and he began seriously considering his mother’s suggestion that they move to another locale.
“Where do you want to go?” he asked her.
”New Orleans would be nice,” she confessed.
“Why New Orleans?” Freddy smiled.
“I think it would be super to live there,” she said. “It’s warm on the Gulf. And I like Mardi Gras time. There’s so much excitement there. When I was a little girl my mother took me to the Marti Gras there. Did I ever tell you about it?”
“No, you didn’t,” he confessed.
“Mother was quite a swinger,” Harriet said. “You’ve never met Grams. She was involved in a terrible Jove triangle. And she came to a very bad end. Poisoning. Anyway, that’s neither here nor there. I was telling you about mom and me and Mardi Gras, Mom wanted to have some sexual adventures. She met this man who ran a bordello. He took her to the place and suggested that she work for him. But first he screwed the living daylights out of her. Fortunately mom got back to the motel where she had left me with a kind lady who was coming to the Mardi Gras for nostalgia. I’m so glad she made it out of there because I needed her so much.”
He couldn’t help wonder if it would be a bad thing to go there. He also wondered if she was only thinking of hustling.
”You wouldn’t be thinking of peddling your pussy, would you?”
“Heavens, no,” she shook her head. “They’ve cleaned up the French Quarter.”
“But if they hadn’t cleaned it up, would you think of it?”
Throwing her arms around her young son she presesd her lips passionately to his.
“What do I need with other men when I have you?” she asked affectionely.
Freddy pressed his lips against hers and they French kissed.
How appropriate, she thought. “You give me that French-style kiss and we might be at the French Quarter a little while from now.”
Freddy was excited and pleased at the prospect of erotic thrills his mother might offer him. But he still wondered about his girl friend. He had just gotten acquainted with Joyce and he hated to leave her. The faraway look in his eyes told his mother that something was troubling him.
“You don’t seem very excited about my suggestion,” she told him frankly.
“Should I be?” he asked her finally.
“Certainly,” she explained. “You’ll have New Orleans, and me.”
“What about my girl friend?”
”What?” his mother demanded. “You are calling that horrid high school slut your girl friend? I’ve tried to bring you up right. And here you refer to that good-for-nothing little tramp as your girl friend. What’s wrong with you, Freddy?”
“It may come as news to you, mom,” he told her, “but it’s normal for a guy my age to have a chick he digs. Other guys have been out balling chicks like crazy for years. Get off it.” “Damn you,” she complained. “Spoiling everything. I’ve given a lot of thought to our future. I want us to be happy, dear. And this was our chance.”
“Forget it,” he told her. “I would rather be here. All my friends are here.”
She went over to the bed and figured that he needed some more attention.
“Let me give you a nice relaxing message, dear,” she suggested.
At this point Freddy was more than a little eager to make his own life. But he couldn’t help admitting that when she pulled on his penis, it felt good. She applied some oil to his shaft so when she pulled, it aroused him.even more.
“I’ll put a little oil on your balls,” she grinned, “and that should please you even more.”
Apparently he figured his mother had always gotten by stimulating men to get her way. He had to confess she did know how to arouse him. Nevertheless, he was worried. He didn’t want his life to become so intertwined with hers that he had no life of his own. This made him nervous. But it didn’t stop him from getting a hard-on when she pulled rhythmically on his cock.
“Better stop pulling it off,” he told her. “Leave a little juice in the balls. I might need some for tomorrow.”
“A boy your age has lots of vim and vigor,’ she grinned.
“Mom,” he told her, “did you ever have a thought that wasn’t connected with sex?”
“Not if I could help it, honey,” she confessed readily.
It was unique to have the slippery oil on his penis and balls and her hand pulling and caressing him at the same time.
“I wouldn’t want you running around with any of those girls from the New Orleans’ cat houses,” she complained. “There isn’t anything they don’t do there, so I hear.”
“Oh, they have a lot of nice cat houses?” Freddy grinned. “Now you’re getting me interested.”
She went on pulling on his cock until it was so hard he knew it would shoot.
“Quicker, mom,” he told her. “Pull faster. I’m gonna explode.”
Harriet thought it would be interesting if she could aim his penis for her mouth. Opening her mouth she pulled.
“I’m shooting,” he exclaimed as his huge thick prick exploded.
Harriet was lucky. His cum landed in her mouth. He laughed as he watched her gulp his juice down. Some of his sperm splattered on her closed mouth. Her tongue quickly licked it off her lips.
“Eat it,” he smiled, “that’s what you should do. Eat that sticky stuff, mom.”
Greedily, hungrily, Harriet gobbled down his hot load of cum. She could feel the waves of erotic passion throughout his body as he shook in ecstasy while she ate his prick juice.
CHAPTER NINE
Joyce told Freddy the following week that she couldn’t cut off completely with Greg.
“Why?” the young boy asked the girl anxiously.
“It isn’t that I don’t think a lot of you, Freddy,” she explained, “but you see, Greg is a peddler.”
“You mean that’s where you get your marijuana?” he asked.
She nodded nervously.
“Why do you have to take that damn stuff?” he demanded.
“I smoke the stuff because it makes me uninhibited,” she explained.
“You mean you couldn’t do all the wild things you do if you didn’t smoke that good-for-nothing weed?”
Sadly she nodded.
“I’m a Puritan at heart,” she admitted, “and I need something that doesn’t make me so nervous when you or Greg ask me to suck ass.”
Freddy shook his head.
“Mom drinks and she’ll do anything then,” he exclaimed.
“What?” Joyce demanded anxiously. “You mean you’re having sex with your own mom? You mean I djd it with a mother fucker? Damn it all to hell.”
Freddy was so angry that he clapped his hand over her mouth;
“Of course not,” he said. “I’m talking about when Mom has a lover. You know, my dad left us when I was a kid. Mom needs some sex, too. I don’t begrudge her if she has a man now and then.”