Carol Davis - Mom_s busy bedroom

“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.

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.”

At that point Joyce thought she should be perfectly honest.

“Is it true your mom is a hustler?”

“Not a word of truth in it,” Freddy told her. “Who’s passing that rotten gossip around?”

“If you must know, it’s my mother,” she confessed. “She said that she didn’t think you’d be a good influence on me. She said the girls at the bridge club all talk about your mom and what she does.”

“She damn gossips,” Freddy shrieked.

Then he went silent. He realized that what she said was the truth. And once more he was forced with a perilous decision he should make. Should he stay or leave? New Orleans? Should he go there? Perhaps he should. Maybe a new beginning would be the only way of winning. He hated to think of it. He had enjoyed his home and he was having a good time with Joyce. But she acted cheap now and he didn’t care whether he left her or not.

“Greg wants to get together for an orgy,” she explained.

“That’s nice,” Freddy said with heavy sarcasm in his tone.

“Oh, I’m so glad you think so,” she grinned delightedly. “I told him that you would understand, Freddy baby.”

“Yeah, I understand,” Freddy mumbled.

Everything had become a blur for him ever since she revealed the fact that her mother knew about his mother’s sexual activities.

When Saturday night came, Greg arranged for them to meet in a motel room. The man who was his connection signed in for them. When he rapped on the motel room door he was greeted by Joyce who only had a towel covering her nakedness.

“Come on,” she smiled.

He walked into the room and there was Greg stretched out naked across the bed. Joyce dropped her towel and she was naked, too. A bottle of bourbon was sitting over on the dresser with a plastic container of ice cubes. Next to that was a large container of 7-Up.

“Help yourself,” Greg smiled.

He poured himself some bourbon and mixed it with 7. Then he added some cubes. After a couple of swigs of the stuff, he was ready and eager to go.

Freddy slid out of his clothes. When he was totally nude he looked at his buddy whose cock was standing up.

“I figured we could have a good time,” he told him. “I thought maybe she could blow my cock off while you fuck her asshole. How does that grab you?”

“Sounds like fun,” Freddy said as he pulled on his penis.

Both boys jerked on their cocks while Joyce got in the middle of the bed and slipped her fingers into her pussy and played with herself.

“This is warm-up time,” Greg chuckled.

Greg watched as Freddy’s cock got larger and larger. It bothered him. For he was certain that it was longer. And he didn’t care to have any competition. He didn’t want to lose Joyce.

Joyce had come prepared. Before she left, her grandmother had given her a bottle of birth control pills and a tube of KY.

“This will help you, honey,” her grandmother had told her. “Be sure to take the pill and use this so it will slip in easy. If my grandmother had given me such good counsel when I was a young girl, I would have enjoyed my dates a lot more.”

She thanked her grandmother. Now she brought out the tube of KY. She went over to Freddy. She opened the KY and put some In the palm of her hand. Then she massaged his cock with the slippery substance. Now he was prepared.

“I want you to fuck me,” she told him, “and fuck me good. Show him how it’s done.”

She was ready now. It wasn’t going to be easy, but she would do her best to please them both.

Greg knelt at the front of the bed. Grasping his cock with one hand, he forced her head down with the other.

“Suck my pecker,” he said roughly.

She gripped his thick prick and let her mouth slip over the head of it.

At this point he was only too eager to derive all of the excitement he could from the act with her. He watched as Freddie got behind her ass.

“Stab it up there, buddy,” he called out to him.

Freddy nodded. Gripping her ripe ass cheeks he slowly eased himself between them. He drove in slowly until he came to the tight anal ring. At that point he pumped hard.

“Fuck it, damn it,” he exclaimed.

Now he was riding her asshole good. With deep, driving cock stabs he rammed away.

“Beautiful,” he told her, “that’s the way I like it. Fuck it off.”

He was becoming more and more excited now. He rammed it to her with fierceful stabs.

“Oh, wow,” he exclaimed, “that’s how I like it! Now you’re doing it. Fuck, baby, fuck.”

She twisted her tail for Freddy’s plunging penis. At the same time she clasped Greg’s cock. She let her mouth slip smoothly up and down his huge shaft.

“Suck me,” he begged her. “Suck. Come on, baby, suck it off. That’s it. Suck it off.”

He was becoming more and more aroused as she ate him. He could hardly wait for that moment when his seprm would spurt in her mouth. He wanted to watch her suck and swallow him. That made him happy.