Delia had a quick, beautiful, little orgasm just from the act of kissing his body. "Oh," she moaned, "I've never been so hot. It's wonderful!"
She resumed her kissing, running her tongue over his lower body in every conceivable way, wondering what he would do if he woke up and caught her. Immediately she thrust this sort of speculation out of her mind. After all, she was the head of this household, not Johnny. Never mind what Johnny thought about her actions. She need only to do as she pleased, within reason. She was the mother and he would have to take orders from her.
"Stop kidding yourself," she muttered. "Shut your trap and wrap your lips about his cock." She realized she was doing quite a bit of talking to herself this evening, but what could a woman do under these circumstances… her son was in a deep sleep from taking pills… and her pussy was throbbing for attention.
She took Johnny's cock into her mouth and began sucking lightly on the rubbery thing. It grew longer and stiffer. Delia's heart began to beat furiously again and she went down on her son all the way, savoring the taste of his cock, the feel of it between her lips. He was quite a mouthful, this boy of hers. It was delicious, too, and definitely pleasing. She knew now, if she had not known before, that she definitely wanted him to come in her mouth. If it became necessary to wake him up in order for him to release his fluid then she would just have to shake him awake, even as she sucked him off.
"I'm so hot," she moaned, "and he had to be so sound asleep." Still, even though she had complained about his sleeping soundly, she knew it was because of this that she was so excited and agitated.
She kissed his balls after pulling his legs further apart. She stuck her tongue down low on him and dug it into his anus briefly. Then she came back to his cock and went down on it all the way again.
Even though he was sleeping, his hands shot out and found her head and held her firmly as if steering her head up and down on his prick. He moaned just as she did the same thing. She glanced up at his closed eyes, removing her lips for the moment.
"Dear, are you sleeping?"
He moved his lips but his eyes didn't open. She returned to his cock and wrapped her wet lips about the very stiff tool. Quickly she went down on him the whole distance again and quickly he pressed his hands against her head as before.
"You're liking this even if you are asleep," she murmured thickly, her mouth filled with cock.
"Faster," he mumbled. "Faster. Suck it faster!" She sucked it faster. "Faster still," he moaned.
Thinking he must be awake now and wanting to speak to him, she removed her lips again and looked at his eyes. "Are you playing games with me, Johnny? Open your eyes."
He half opened his eyes. "I'm asleep but don't stop. I like you to suck my cock."
Delia drew in her breath. It was rare that he spoke to her in this manner. "Wake up," she heard herself demanding.
"Suck my cock, mother.'
"I may continue with it but I want you to wake up now, Johnny.
He opened his eyes and stared at her sleepily. "I took one of your pills," he told her. "That's why I can hardly keep my eyes open, or even get them open, but don't stop sucking me just because of my eyes. I knew what you were doing all along."
"Really," Delia said, annoyed a little. "Then suppose you do a little sucking for mother."
"You want me to suck your cunt, mother?" he asked sleepily.
"Yes, I do. If I can suck your penis, you can do the same for me, my cunt, I mean."
"I'd like to suck your nice cunt, mother. Get on top of me and spread your legs. I'll tongue your cunt good, if I can just stay awake. But I want you to keep on sucking me, too." His speech was thick.
She wondered if he was all right, he sounded so odd, so unlike himself. Examining his eyes carefully, she decided he was okay but very sleepy indeed. She would have to hide her pills some place where he couldn't find them, but time enough for that later. Right now, she must do as he suggested – climb on top of him and lower her cunt to his pink lips.
"Oh… I'm so hot," she cried, scarcely aware of what she was doing. She climbed on top of her son and lowered her loins to his face. When she felt his tongue running slowly over her skin, she realized that he was too sleepy to do it any better, any faster. Perhaps she should get a towel, soak it in cold water and douse his head in it. Still, maybe that wouldn't be such a good idea, either. It might shock him out of wanting to have sex with her in an oral fashion.
More than ever now, she knew she wanted to suck his cock, to suck it until it erupted in her mouth and flowed thick, gray cream into her stomach.
"Suck me, mother," he begged from the other side of the bed.
She caught his cock in her hand and held it stiffly for a moment. Then she kissed the end of it and put her lips about the head gingerly. He squirted a little into her mouth and she drank it in eagerly.
"Oh… I love that," she cried out. "Squirt more, dear." "I will if I can. Keep sucking," he called back.
She went down on him only half the distance, thinking it better to stay within tongue- rubbing distance of the head of it. This seemed to work very well, for his breathing became faster as did his tonguing of her twat.
"That's it, dear," she encouraged him. "Go fast like that. Mother likes this very much." "Don't talk, mother, suck," he cried passionately.
She began to work her lips and tongue over the head of his prick, applying suction. She was rewarded by feeling his body stiffen, stiffen even more and then jerk severely. All the while his tongue continued running into her slit frantically. The two of them began a heavy panting and Delia knew she couldn't hold back much longer.
Fortunately for her peace of mind as well as her sense of sexual gratification, she did not need to continue much longer. Just as she realized how tired she was, she felt more squirtings from his rock-hard prick. The milky goo began to flow into her mouth quite slowly and easily at first, but then, suddenly, it erupted fiercely and she found her mouth was full of her son's cock juice.
Happily, she experienced a strong orgasm at the same precise moment. Both mother and son relieved themselves of their sexual desires at the identical moment. Both mother and son went after each other's sexual apparatus with renewed vigor and in a short time the second eruption for each took place.
Then, of course, it all came to an end and they lay there, the mother on top of the son, the son beneath the mother, a classic example of the mother-son sexual syndrome.
There is nothing unusual in this sort of happening. All over America widowed mothers are finding it necessary to more or less force their young sons to make physical love to them. As for the sons, one hears little from them, but it would appear that they soon learn to adjust to this labor – in fact, there is some evidence that most of the boys grow to enjoy the situation enormously.
Chapter NINE
Grace Abernathy was an unmarried woman of thirty. She had been impregnated when she was sixteen. Her parents had forced her to have an abortion and flatly refused to permit her to marry the boy. Consequently, and possibly to "get even" with them, she had never married, although before they died in a car accident they had tried hard and often to marry her off to several older men who were well established in the business world. Grace would have none of that, and as she grew older she found she had turned against all adult men and vastly preferred teenagers. The more teenagers she went out with (and invited to her apartment), the happier she was. And the younger they were, the better. Finally, she found herself "going steady" with a fifteen-year-old, named Tommy. Tommy was, she felt, an excellent companion for her.