The following morning Freddy was giving a lot of thought to where their lives were heading. He knew his mom might get in trouble. He was certain she was hustling. The last thing in the world he wanted was to read in the paper some morning that she’d been picked up for selling her body.
Over scrambled eggs and toast and coffee, they got to talking.
“Mom, why don’t you stop what you’re doing?” Freddy begged her.
“What do you mean, son?”
“You know damned well what I mean,” he told her. “Picking up men at bars. You’re getting paid for your pussy. You don’t fool me none.
“Don’t you think it’s worth something?” she asked coyly.
“That isn’t the point I’m trying to make, mom. You know damn well it isn’t.”
“Oh, Freddy, why do you chastize me like this, dear?” she asked, reaching over and patting his hand affectionately.
“For your own good,” he explained. “Don’t you realize what you’re doing to yourself? Don’t you understand what you’re doing to me?”
“I thought I was satisfying you, dear,” she said, her eyes growing misty.
“Sure, you give me a good time in bed,” he told her, “and I’m sure I could enjoy it between the sheets with plenty of other women.”
“It wouldn’t be the same,” she insisted. “We were meant for each other. We really were.”
“So that’s why you have to pick up other men. Not because you’re hustling. But because we are meant for each other. Mom, are you flipping out?”
Finally Harriet confessed.
“Yes, I do need some extra money to see us through,” she explained. “Blame it on inflation. The high cost of living makes it necessary for me to sell everything.”
“Including your honor,” he said quietly.
“I don’t have much honor left, dear. It’s been hard for me to keep body and soul together. When your father left me with you, darling, I was desperate. I went straight for a long time. I worked as a waitress. Then jobs got hard to get and you know the rest, darling.”
“I know it too fucking well,” he told her. “And I don’t want you to go on like this. It makes me sick, mom, it really does.”
She got to her feet and walked away. She then got out the bottle and began drinking. Before long she went to her bedroom. She took off all of her clothes and stretched out. Freddy came in and joined her.
“That’s no way to act now. You’re pouting, mom. Damn it, stop it.”
“Oh, Freddy,” she explained, “you don’t care for me. I know you dqn’t. Why do you torture me like this, dear?”
“You’re torturing yourself,” he told her. “I’m not torturing you one bit. Get off my back, mom. I don’t like what you’re doing.”
She was looking at him hungrily.
“I’ve loved you, darling. I’ve loved you in my own fashion the best I knew how.”
As Freddy looked at Harriet’s naked body, he felt his balls tingle. It bothered him. He had experienced enough sex to be satisfied for a long time. Maybe there was something wrong with him. He was certain that she was a nympho. Perhaps he was oversexed. If he was, he came by it naturally.
He figured he would fish around and ask a few questions about his father. Perhaps that would explain his lusty desires. “What was dad like?” he asked her quietly. “You mean in bed, Freddy?” The young boy nodded. “A tiger,” she smiled. “A turned-on tiger. Your father fucked everything on me. He even fucked my armpits.”
“That’s what I was afraid of,” Freddy said sadly.
“Afraid of?” she laughed. “Women were crazy to go to bed with him. That was the problem. But it’s nothing to be sad about. Be glad that your father was such a virile man. At least he wasn’t impotent.”
“Look, damn it,” he complained, “I’m not worried about being impotent. I’m worried about being a sex maniac. Like right now, mom. I have the damndest urge to stick my prick up your ass.” “Why didn’t you say so in the first place?” she laughed, slurring her words drunkenly. She rolled over. Freddy caught sight of her beautiful ass cheeks. He became more and more aroused as he looked at her. “I’ll let you fuck me,” she told him. “Sure I will, Freddy. I’ll give you a good fuck, too. You can get it up there if you want to.”
Freddy was stunned at her boldness. Nevertheless, he accepted her suggestion. Straddling her, he gripped her hips. Slowly he eased his slippery cock between her ass cheeks. Always making it a point to coat his cock with Vaseline before he attempted anal intercourse, pleased Harriet. For she felt that she’d at least taught her son a few of the finer things of life.
“Oh, wow!” he exclaimed. “Let me get it in there, mom.”
With a deep driving cock jab, he rammed it up her ass. She loved the sensation.
“Fuck me,” she said as she threw her ass back to meet his advancing cock stabs.
“You bet I will,” Freddy panted as he pumped it up her ass.
Gripping her buttocks he squeezed her ass cheeks as he rammed forward. With deep driving cock stabs he went on hammering it into her.
”Keep fucking,” he begged her. “Oh, baby, twist your ass for me. That’s what I want you to do. Now, now.”
With exciting cock stabs, he rammed it into her. She was thrilling to his deep, driving, fucking movements of passionate ecstasy.
“I want you to fuck me,” she told him. “Fuck me good, Freddy. Way up there. Now you’re doing it, baby. Fuck me.”
At this point she twisted her ass for him. It thrilled him completely.
“Oh, baby,” he told her, “now you’re doing it. That’s just like I like it. Fuck. Come on. Fuck it off all the way.”
With deep penetrating cock stabs he continued jabbing her. She loved the erotic excitement of his thick prick driving deeply into her asshole. At the same time she kept her ass twisting and churning for him. Freddy was totally turned on.
“Oh, wow!” he exclaimed. “You sure know how to please a guy. That’s how I like it. Twist your tail. Faster.”
Driving in at a certain rhythmic pace, he enjoyed the way she knew exactly how to excite and entertain him with her ass movements. She ground her hips around just the way he liked it.
”Fuck me,” she begged.
Freddy continued assaulting her asshole with his deep, driving cock stabs. And she went on grinding her hips for him. Ramming it in all the way, he felt himself suddenly exploding. As the hot white cream shot out of his cock head, he let out a moan of pleasure and passion. She begged for him to grip her bosoms.
“Oh, Freddy, honey,” she panted as she wiggled her butt, “play with my tits. Oh, I love it when you feel of my breasts when you’re balling me.”
Freddy’s hands reached around to fondle her bosoms. He was more than eager to supply her with the thrills she requested.
When he had finished thrusting, he slowly eased his cock out of her hot pussy hole. He looked at her adoringly.
“You’re rotten,” he admitted, “and you’re no-damn good. You’re probably a sex maniac. But you know, I love you, mom.”
Harriet was so thrilled by her son’s admission that he cared for her that she threw her arms adoringly around him and held him close to her. Her bosoms were crushing against his chest as her hands reached down to cup his ass cheeks.
“Oh, baby, I was hoping you’d say that to me sometime. I was hoping- you’d recognize what a good mother I’ve been.”
They lay like this, locked in each other’s embrace for a long moment. Finally Freddy spoke up.
“Mom,” he told her nervously, “we can’t go on like this forever. You know that. Something’s got to give.”
“I was thinking of that myself, dear,” Harriet confessed, “and I was thinking we ought to give ourselves the opportunity to explore the possibility of you and me sticking together. How about moving to another town, darling?
That might be a wise idea.”
”What’s wrong with here?”
”People know me too well,” she confessed.
”I’ve been to too many bars. I’ll admit it. I don’t have the nicest reputation in the world.”
”I guess you don’t.”
“That could all be changed,” she insisted, “if we went to another place. No one would have to know a thing about my purple past. As far as you are concerned, you haven’t knocked up any girl. So there’s nothing to keep us here.”
Freddy looked at her anxiously.
“How are you gonna make a living?”
“I could always go back to being a waitress,” she said coyly.
“But you said you hated it.”
“I do, darling,” she admitted, “but for you it would be worth going through any hell.”
Freddy had made his point and so had she. And he wondered whether or not he should listen to her.
“What do you think, darling?” she asked him anxiously.
“It’ll take me some time to think about it. It really will, mom. I can’t make up my mind just like that.”
“In the meantime, darling,” she suggested, “why don’t you give me an old-fashioned chair fuck? That’s what your father used to like to do.”
“How do you do that?” he asked his mother curiously.
“It’s a very simple fuck, dear,” she explained. “You put a chair in front of a mirror. And then when you’re sitting down there with your big prick sticking up, I slip my pussy down over you. It’s really exciting, baby. You’ll love it.”
Harriet got off the bed. She went over and picked up a chair and placed it in front of the floor-length mirror. Then she insisted that her son sit down on the chair.
He got the point. He sat down on the chair” accommodatingly. Then she decided she would give him a suck job to get it up again. Bending over his crotch, she pulled on his thick prick. She was bringing it back to life with her mouth movements.
“Oh, suck me,” he begged her. “Suck me good, mom. That feels fantastic when you use your mouth that way.”
Harriet was caressing his balls as she ate his cock. Finally she slipped her mouth off \ his penis. Then she waited for a moment before she continued. She looked up at him adoringly. “I do hope you don’t think of me as a tramp, dear.”
”Get your fucking mouth back on my pecker,” he complained anxiously.
She didn’t appreciate his being so stern.
However, she thought of his father and realized he probably couldn’t help it. No doubt it was bad blood rubbing off.
She went back to sucking on his cock. He
thrilled to her fantastic mouth movements. She let the tip of her tongue flip smoothly back f
and forth across the head of his penis.
“Suck it,” he told her. “Suck it. That’s
how you do it. Come on, baby, suck that big
cock. Suck ft off, mom.”
Passionately her mouth moved up and down his long penis. At the same time she went on caressing and massaging his balls. He liked the way she toyed with him.
“Beautiful,” he told her, “just like I like it. Now you’re doing it, mom. Oh, wow!”
Harriet realized it was time for her to pull her mouth off his penis. For she was interested in a chair fuck. She felt it was her moral duty to teach him every way of making it.
Getting her mouth off his cock she finally turned around and sat down on him. She let his thick prick slip into her pussy. He loved the excitement of her pussy muscles grabbing at his penis.
“You can really stab it up there, honey,” she told him excitedly, “doing it just like you’re doing it. Beautiful. Keep it up. That’s the way T like it. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Passionately he reached out for her breasts. He pinched her nipples as he fucked her pussy at this angle. Penetration was superb. He was in all the way.
“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.