The single reason Vern Myles left the picnic was that he was piqued at his mother. He just couldn't understand why, after that one exciting occasion, she now treated him so coldly. And there she went, off into the heavy timber and bushes with Phil Hagerman. Phil had never told him anything, but his suspicions were accurate. He knew what his mother was going to do. And she was going to do it with Phil Hagerman. Why not with her own son?
Well, to heck with all of them and their picnic, he brooded as he trudged the three miles back to Shaffer. It was still early enough; maybe he could mow the motel lawn and help old Mrs. Patterson with some cleaning as he and the Ormand boys often did and make a dollar or so and he would go to the movie.
He smiled faintly as he thought of the old redheaded woman with ill-disguised streaks of grey and how he would approach her. She might advance him a dollar against the next time she needed help. She seemed to like him, always saying complimentary things and patting his shoulder and having him into her apartment in the back of the office for something cold to drink. Yet, she was a little weirdo for such an old woman, so anxious to please him and being so extra nice, insisting he sit beside her and patting his knee while he drank his lemonade or whatever.
Sometimes, she almost gave him the creeps-especially that Monday afternoon when she smelled of gin or something and had hugged him, took his face in both hands and kissed him sort of sloppy-like right on the mouth.
Vern scowled as he reflected on the incident. She had even licked his lips like she was trying to put her tongue in his mouth. And another thing, he mulled the afternoon over in his mind, he wasn't sure at the time, but he didn't think she had been wearing anything much under the wrapper that ballooned around her lumpy figure like a tent.
When she had passed through the slanting gleam of sunshine, he had been able to see quite clearly the slack outlines of her big bosom and her legs right through the thin wrapper.
He shrugged. If she would let him have a dollar for the movie, he didn't care if she patted his head and wanted to give him a sloppy, wet kiss on the mouth.
"Just a lonely old woman, I guess," Vern muttered, smoothing his short-cut straight hair down over his forehead. "She must be sixty."
Norma Patterson was not sixty, just a few days short of turning fifty. Vern was right about one thing: She was a lonely old woman. And business was not very good with only three of her twenty-four units now occupied.
At the moment Vern Myles was plodding along Route 41 in the hot sun, she was sitting in her tomb-quiet office staring moodily at the slack traffic and taking a sip straight from a bottle of Gilbey's gin and easing the acrid bite with a sip of Seven Up.
Wordlessly, she cursed the heat and removing her bra and pan tics hadn't helped much-with the air conditioner acting up. She leaned forward in one of the cheap office chairs to blow her breath down the front of her wrapper against her sweaty breasts that one renter she had laid told her would each fill a lunch bucket.
Norma slumped to one side then the other to free the fabric of her wrapper from one huge ham, then the other. She stretched a leg, acknowledged her ankles were still trim and petite, any way, if the rest of her had gone to hoggishness, and turned the electric fan slightly on the floor.
She drew up her legs, pulled the tail of the wrapper to mid-thigh so the draft of the fan wafted up between her legs to blow futilely against her heavily thatched snatch.
That insulting, ungrateful bastard had given her a pretty good screw, but she had kind of hated him for talking about the size of her tits and teasing her acidly that anyone with a small dick might fuck her in a wrinkle of fat and never know the difference.
In truth, Norma Patterson was not that obese. True, her hips were heavy and broad, but her thighs were firm and tapering, surprising for a woman barely five feet tall. There was a slight roll of belly fat, but it far from sagged over her Venus region, a mound that was firm and sported a luxuriant growth of brick-red wool the texture of a Brillo pad.
Her breasts were, really, the only abnormal thing about her. She was still a size 42, but each boobie was full and rubbery, the nipples still rather dainty and uncrinkled. Her buttocks were solid with no trace of skin sag of many women half her age.
Norma's face wouldn't stop a clock as some of her crude bed mates had taunted her-but it would have slowed it a bit before she had had a facelift. At the moment the few wrinkles at the corner's of her wide-set green-grey eyes were almost perpetually concealed by dark prescription glasses. The nose-job she had received at the time of her facelift had transformed a cow-like face into a rather attractive impish one and she had a nice mouth.
As several of her "acquaintances" had told her in admiring tones, she knew how to use it almost as well as she did her deep, surprisingly snug pussy.
Norma was just lowering the bottle of gin when Vern Myles eased into the shadowy confines of the motel office, squinting from the harsh glare of the brassy sun. Norm a didn't move, gasped a little from the swig of gin and lifted the half-full bottle of Seven Up.
"You look hot," Norma said smiling and peering keenly at the kid through the dark glasses. "Get a dime, Vern, from the wooden till behind the counter and get yourself a cold drink."
"Gee, thanks," the boy nodded, seeming to ignore her until he had a bottle of Hires root beer in hand.
"Sit down here by my knee, in front of the fan," she said, a stab of illicit desire and excitement a sharp pain of need in her loins. Almost imperceptibly, she moved her feet wide apart. "No picnic for you?" she said, touching his sun-bleached hair, patting his head gently a couple of times.
Her expression was inscrutable, smile enigmatic. But her thoughts were far from dull. Her narrowed eyes never missed his momentary tensing as he turned his head to look up at her and his gaze swept up under the hem of her wrapper.
His gaze wavered from her implacable face to her "carelessly" exposed snatch with its red forest. "I didn't want to stay. I just was wondering if I could do anything for you around the motel and get a dollar for the movie?"
His hang-head demeanor of supplication didn't fool the forty-nine-year-old redhead at all. Even though his head was down, the wrinkles in his brow told her he was taking a long, devouring look at her.bare crotch.
"It's hot," she said, idly, as if she hadn't heard his question. She tilted the bottle of gin again and guzzled the remainder.
"You want a dollar, huh?" she said when he was silent. Christ, did she dare? Blood raced through her slightly corpulent body. She recalled some fifteen years ago she had been escorted out of town at midnight and told to stay out-or go to jail.
Norma shivered, in spite of the sweat trickling down the deep, tight pinch of her big tits. But that time she had been dallying with four young boys at the same time, in the same bed when the police had come.
Perhaps with just one boy there was not the danger, she mused, peering down at Vern who still sat with head down, but eyes up-up her dress tail, so to speak, "I can advance you a dollar for the films," she said, "if you want to go. But I can think of things you can do and get five dollars, but you'd have to give up the movie today-maybe go this evening."
"Five dollars?" the boy looked up quickly, then hung his head again, not turning away. "That would be okay. I don't have to go to the show," he said a little eagerly, sincerely.
For some intuitive reason, Norma knew she had little to be concerned about with the slender boy. She just knew he wouldn't talk around-but she mustn't hurt him.
"Okay," she said, "get five dollars from the till and a dime. Get me another Seven Up and come on back in my apartment." She didn't wait for him to comply, but swept through the heavy curtain that separated her quarters from the office.
As soon as he joined her, she handed him a glass with a good swallow of gin in it. "First, swallow this and take a drink of your root beer." As soon as he weathered the liquor, she put the gin bottle and the two bottles of soft drinks on the kitchen table.
Then she hugged him to her and covered his lips with her wide open month. "Kiss me," she mumbled, trying to get her tongue in his mouth. "Open your mouth," she said, an urgency growing in her. Timidly, he let his jaw slack open and the eager old redhead inserted her tongue, tickling the roof of his mouth and dashing her tongue around his, flailing with it until he gurgled.
Her arms trembled as she released him, took his hand. "Come on, Vern." She led him to the back bedroom. "You're such a lovely young boy," she crooned, slashing the zipper down the front of her wrapper and letting her enormous tits tumble out before his astonished eyes.
"Aaaaaahhh, yes! A lovely young boy." She groped for his genitals and rubbed them through his jeans. "Yesssssss, nice down there. I bet you are big as a house or a horse, Vern. She kissed him again, guiding his inert hands to the cones of her big tits that spilled out on either side of his trim body.
She stepped back, turned on a bright ceiling light and stared at him with lecherous heat in her eyes. "Do you mind if I undress you, Vern? Please? I love doing it, taking off a boy's clothes." He just gawked at the enormous globes of white flesh that dangled out of her open garment and she bent to open his pants.
Before she pushed them down, she turned a hand, dipped it into his clothes, expert, greedy fingers exploring his genitals with obscene fervor.
His peter was more than half hard and she was elated he wasn't fully aroused. She always loved working a cock to full erection. Maybe that was why she could tolerate taking on some stud who was half-drunk-he always needed working and playing with to get him completely ready. "Nice pair of nuts and a good-sized cracker," she said as she squeezed his pecker and pushed down his shorts and jeans.
"Just stand still, lover," she purred lasciviously as she unbuttoned his sport shirt and slipped it from his shoulders leaving the frail kid naked to the ankles. In moments, she had stooped and had him completely naked.
For just a couple of sucks she held the head of his cock in her hot, wet mouth. She looked up into his face and was rather pleased to see consternation and fright in his eyes. And his emotion of bewilderment apparently prevented his cock from responding to her mouth and lips and tongue. She liked that; it would prolong her initial pleasure of getting him good and ready.
With a gurgling chuckle of conquest-more like a soft cackle, she straightened and shrugged out of the wrapper. "I gave you five dollars," she said softly, her hands rubbing his shoulders, his chest, around to his quivering buttocks, down his legs on the outsides, back up the insides to cup his balls and sagging pecker.
In the hot, still air, she could smell herself, her snatch emitting a heady, earthy aroma that one of the guys she had screwed years ago and told her smelled like a swamp. (That wasn't true, her fragrance was just more intense than most women's).
She hugged an arm around his shoulders, turned him toward the bed, pressing one of her plump milk bags against his shoulder and upper arm. "Get on the bed, in the middle," she urged, rubbing and spanking his bare butt smartly, urgently.
Norma wondered whether she was going to blast off an orgasm before she even had a chance to dally with him, work him over from head to toes, front side and back side.
His hard young balls and pecker twitched and squirmed in her clutching hand. "Get your knees up under you and raise your pretty ass," Norma growled, continuing to lay her tongue along the crack of his butt. She clung to his genitals as he struggled to obey.
She came up to his lofted rear end from down low, getting both hands on his cock and balls. She caused him to sob in a wavering scream as she bent his peter back and took a couple of long, hard sucks of the head. "Keep your ass up in the air," she muttered as she sucked one nut, then the other. He shrieked shrilly as she licked his scrotum, ran her tongue upward through the valley between his ass loaves.
She released his sex-gadgetry and used her hands to spread his cheeks wide open. "Uuuuuummm," she cooed harshly as she licked up and down the crevice, dabbling her tongue at his pinched anus. What she really liked about young boys, no hair grew in their cracks, usually.
Vern tried to huddle away from her, but she was after him, urging him to draw up his legs. Then he was unable to escape further, with his head crowded against the bookcase headboard. His eyes were wet and filled with uncomprehension.
Norma emitted a smug growl as she prodded at his anus with her hot tongue. She kept his cheeks peeled apart and dug her nose into his crease as she suctioned her open, O'ed lips around his dark brown rectal entry.
He squalled pitifully as she sucked on his asshole, left off and licked the cheeks, ran her tongue up his spine all the way to his shoulders.
When she danced her tongue back down his back to his asshole to resume sucking it, Vern's legs stiffened and he raised his ass as high as he could. Norma stayed right with his butt hole, grabbed his cock and bent it back, bending it into his crack so she could give him a blow-job at the same time she ate his asshole. Even though his prick was a ways from being completely hard, he began squirting jizz that Norma Patterson gobbled greedily.
Good, she thought, knowing she could keep him going for hours. As soon as he stopped cumming, she sat back with a gasp, catching her breath. "Get on your back," she muttered, panting rapidly. She took an ankle to urge him to flop down on the bed.
"Oooooohhh, please?" Vern whimpered as she began licking his belly, tickling her tongue into his navel while she jacked him off. She flogged his meat rapidly, roughly as she licked up his body to suck his tiny boy-nipples.
The kid's hands flailed helplessly and he cried uncontrollably. Not in painful agony, but in exquisite misery. He gulped loudly as she flickered her tongue back down over his belly, took a deep breath and gulped his cock into her mouth. As she swallowed all of his prick, her hand relinquished his meat and took up his squirming balls.
Under the goading of her tongue and her convulsing swallow-muscles, the boy's prick swelled to a full hard-on. She always enjoyed feeling a nice, husky cock reach its maximum proportion while she was socking on it.
Her eyes grew glazed behind the dark glasses as a massive convulsion exploded in her loins and she was cumming, cumming, cumming. Instead of weakening, she gained strength and lofted her dumpy body over him, brought her big ass down on his face. She squirmed back and forth, using his nose and face to open up the fat lips of her pussy. With a silent sigh, she settled her long, deep fuck-slash on his face. "Eat my hair-pie," she growled almost indistinctly. "Suck and tongue my pussy, Vern!"
Timidly at first, he licked through her vulva, then speared his tongue into her hungry fuck-mouth and Norma almost swooned, so intense was her orgasm.