“Where is he now?”
“Ran away with a peroxide blonde,” she told him.
”And left you with me,” he said sadly. “I guess it’s been rough for you to take care of me alone.”
“It hasn’t been easy,” she confessed.
“Are you sorry?” he asked her.
“About what?”
“That you had me,” he said bluntly.
“No, Freddy, love,” she smiled. “I am de-lighted that you have been my boy.”
CHAPTER TWO
Freddy determined that he was going to have more sex with more women than just his mother. He didn’t want to go down in his personal history as a pure mother fucker.
There was a certain teacher to whom he was attracted. He didn’t know whether or not she turned on with him, hut he figured he would give it a try. He had heard from different boys that some of the teachers were more than willing to have sex with their students.
He deliberately acted up in her class so she would detain him.
Patty Smith observed the young boy causing trouble.
“Freddy,” she reprimanded him, “I want to see you after school.”
Freddy pretended he was hurt. But really it was what he was aiming for.
“Why do you act up so?” Miss Smith asked him when the day was over and he had come to her classroom for discipline.
“Because I’m naturally bad,” he told her.
“I don’t believe it, Freddy,” she told him.
“I have to be whipped,” he said. “I require discipline if I’m gonna be good.”
Miss Smith shook her head.
“I hate to use the paddle on your behind,” she told him, “but if you insist, I will.”
She went to the teacher’s green cabinet in the corner and picked out three paddles.
“You really don’t deserve the big paddle,” she told him, “maybe I’ll just use the small one on your behind.”
“Give me the big one,” he told her.
Freddy bent over her desk. He pulled down his pants and shorts.
“Really, Freddy,” she gulped nervously, “that isn’t necessary. I had better lock the doors.”
Immediately the doors were locked. Then taking the paddle she whacked it across Freddy’s bare butt
“That hurts,” he told her.
Miss Smith obtained pleasure from seeing him wince in pain.
“Good,” she declared, “perhaps that will teach you to be more respectful of me.”
She went on paddling him.
“Keep it up,” he told her. “That’s how you do it. Keep it up.”
The insistent paddling had him trembling. But it also got his balls tight and his cock long.
“Why don’t you take care of me now?” the virile young boy demanded as he turned around and exposed his huge shaft for the teacher to see.
The teacher gulped nervously.
“Freddy, I’m a lot older than you are,” she explained. “I can’t lay a hand on you.”
“All right,” Freddy laughed, reaching for her hand and placing it on his penis. “I’ll put your hand on my cock. How’s that?”
“Oh, Freddy,” she told him nervously, “you shouldn’t have done that.”
At this point the young boy was nervous indeed. She pulled on his cock rhythmically.
“You’ve got a good hand movement,” he told her.
“That’s what my boyfriend used to tell me,” she smiled as she went on pulling on his shaft.
”If you’d get on your knees,” he told her, “you could suck me.”
“I’m not getting on my knees for you or any other man,” Miss Smith declared. “I believe in women’s liberation. Freddy, if you expect your teacher to suck your cock off, the least you can do is sit on the desk. I’ll pull up my chair.”
Freddy was delighted. Sitting on the edge of the desk he grasped his huge cock and pointed it toward her. She pulled her chair closer to him.
“Give me a good blow job now.”
Freddy was pleased as Miss Smith’s mouth moved to his penis. She fumbled around inside of his shorts and pulled out his balls.
“Might as well let it all hang out, honey,” she smiled as she bent over and started sucking on his long penis.
She moved up and down on his shaft. He was getting more and more aroused.
“Suck me,” he begged her. “Suck me. That’s what I want. Suck my cock. Suck it good.”
She was working her mouth diligently back and forth across his shaft. Freddy enjoyed it enormously.
“That’s the way to do it,” he told her. “Suck. Come on, suck my cock. Suck it off.”
Her mouth movements aroused him all the way. He was becoming superb at taking care of her.
“Eat my pecker,” he told her. “That’s it. Come on, lick my sticky dick. Suck.”
Freddy watched carefully as he saw the school teacher’s mouth slipping off his cock and then way back. Apparently she had done it before. She was very good at it.
“Eat it when I shoot my gun,” he smiled at her happily.
All at once his thick prick exploded. Hot white cum shot into her mouth. She gulped hungrily.
“That’s what I want you to do,” he told her. “Suck it off. Come on, baby, suck it off.”
All at once his penis exploded. Miss Smith got -a mouthful. She hadn’t had any man’s sperm in a long time. Freddy’s heavy load tasted good to her. She sucked it dry.
When she finished she pulled her mouth off politely. Looking up at her young student she complimented him.
“You sure are a horny cat. You needed servicing.”
“How could you tell?” Freddy asked curiously.
“That was obvious,” she explained. “When you shoot such a heavy load of cum, you needed it.”
Freddy was pleased that she enjoyed it so much. But he felt it was only fair that she allow him pussy rights.
“You have a nervy way to put it like that,” she objected.
“You said you believed in women’s liberation,” he told her. “I do, too. We’re equal. You wanted to give me a blow job, I want to eat your snatch. How’s that?”
“I guess that would be fair,” the teacher confessed, “but it makes me nervous to have a student sucking my pussy in the classroom.”
They traded places. Miss Smith pulled down her panties and sat on the edge of the desk. The young boy pulled up his chair. He gazed affectionately at her fur-trimmed triangle. Gently parting her pussy lips he let his tongue slip inside. But not before he had looked at the moist pink pussy flesh. It really appealed to him. He flipped his tongue back and forth across her clit. Nibbling her clit, he alternately lapped at her velvety vagina walls. Reaching down, Miss Smith held Freddy close over her pussy.
“Yes, yes,” the teacher panted as waves of sexual ecstasy flooded her being.
She loved the way Freddy’s nose was nuzzling in her pussy.
“Oh, baby, when you keep your tongue whipping fast around inside of my box, it feels super, Keep it up. That’s the way I like it, baby. Yes, yes.”
The erotic excitement that she felt brought her around. It wasn’t going to be much longer now. She was juicing now.
“Eat it,” she begged as she came in his face.
Eagerly Freddy licked and lapped her pussy juices all up.
“Thanks,” he smiled when he pulled his tongue out of her pussy.
“You’d better hurry along,” she told him. “We don’t want anyone to catch us.”
The teacher pulled up her panties and straightened up her dress. She brushed her hair to the side and then she sat at her desk.
Freddy went his own way.
“Take care, dear,” she told him.
Freddy nodded but said nothing. When he got home he was surprised to see his mother stretched out in a bikini.
“What are you doing on the sofa in a bikini this time of year?” he asked her.
“I don’t know, darling,” she said as she patted her pussy.
“You want to get fucked?” Freddy asked her point blank.
“I would love it,” she told him.
“Go fuck yourself,” he told her. “I don’t want to be known as any screw-loose mother fucker. Never should have fucked you in the first place. I’ve got somebody now who’ll take care of me. You can go back to the bar-hopping game.”