Carol Davis - Mom_s busy bedroom

“Could I speak to you alone, honey?” she asked Harriet.

Harriet went out and spoke with her.

“You probably are an independent,” she smiled, “but let me tell you something. You need the protection of our organization.”

Harriet didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t very well say she was having sex with her own son. Therefore, she admitted to being an independent.

“It’s dangerous, darling,” the madame nodded. “One girl got cut up for trying to buck the organization, if you know what I mean.”

“I have a pretty good idea,” she told her.

“For your own good,” the madame said smoothly, “I would advise you to join us as quickly as possible. It just so happens I have an opening in the hang-up room.”

“What’s the hang-up room?” she asked her.

“The hang-up room,” she explained quickly, “is where we try everything. For example, there are some men who like to fuck a goose. A girl has to stand and watch. Sometimes they like to have the girl stabbing a dildo up their asshole when this is happening. I’m sure you could do that. No doubt you’ve done that before.”

“Of course,” Harriet said, not wanting to appear like a beginner in the business.

“It’s so wonderful when you can find an uninhibited woman,” the madame explained, “because there are so many men who are insisting upon everything these days.”

“I geuss the society is pretty sick,” she told her.

“That’s a disgusting way to put it,” the madame shook her head. “Sex is a wonderful form of relaxation. It releases tension. I consider it therapeutic.”

“People can’t take it off as a deduction because it’s so good for their health, can they?” Harriet asked point blank.

“Honey,” she shook her head, “where have you been all your life? What do you think some of those secretaries do in Washington? You know about those scandals. Don’t you remember Bobby Baker and his call-girl operation? They had the closest ring operating right next to the big boy. Baby, it’s all over. Wake up.”

“I know I must sound childish,” she admitted, “but I’m not into everything. Perhaps I could learn a lot at your place.”

“You bet your sweet ass you could,” she told her nervously. “As a matter of fact, I find you very attractive myself.”

At that point the madame went over and threw her arms protectively around Harriet.

“You see, baby,” she said nervously, “I’m only trying to help you. We live in such a rotten, corrupt world. There are such sex maniacs around it isn’t safe for a girl to be on the streets. Actually, you’re safer here. We have a couple of guards who can take care of everything. More than that, honey, every girl here knows her judo. I see to it they all have lessons.”

“Marvelous,” Harriet nodded. “In that way they can take care of any wise-ass.”

“Precisely,” she smiled. “You’re a fast learner. I really wish we could use you, dear. What do you say?”

Harriet went back to her young son. She told the madame she would have to think it over and before she left she would tell her.

“Would you like a car?” she asked Freddy.

“Naturally I would,” the boy nodded.

“I know how I could get you one,” she told him. “A real nice one. And you wouldn’t have to wait forever, either.”

“No, mom,” he shook his head nervously, “you’re not gonna fuck to get me a car. Do you understand?”

“Baby, don’t be difficult,” she shook her head. “We’re in luck. The madame here likes me. I’m certain she’s a lesbian. But what difference does that make?”

“Damn it, I’m not gonna be competing with that madame’s dildo for your pussy,” he complained.

“And her tongue,” Harriet laughed.

“I’ll tongue you,” he told her. “I’ll give you the best tongue job you ever had. I’m not gonna be afraid of any competion from another woman, damn it.”

To prove his point he began licking away at her bosoms. Freddy worked down to her pussy. He slid his hands under her ass cheeks. He clasped her closely. And then he plunged his tongue hard into her pussy.

“Yes, baby, yes,” she cried as she locked her legs around his shoulders.

Her thighs brushed against him. Freddy was in his own kind of heaven. His finger slipped up her asshole as she pushed forward to him.

“Yes, yes,” she cried ecstatically. “You don’t know how much I love this. Oh, baby, keep it up. That’s the way to do it. Love me, love me.”

In and out he worked his tongue. She loved the erotic excitement he was giving her.

“Oh, baby,” he told her, “keep it up. That’s the way. Yes, yes. I want it. You don’t know how much.”

Passionately they went on doing this. It was almost more excitement than he could take. Suddenly she was juicing. Just as he was sucking her pussy and she was pressing her thighs tighter against him, he heard a door swing open.

“This is a raid,” a burly voice announced.

Freddy didn’t care. He went on sucking her pussy. In a rage over the fact that he didn’t stop what he was doing, the officer went over and pulled him off.

“Look, wise-ass,” he said, “what the hell are you trying to do?”

The madame was booked before she could say another word to Harriet. When Harriet and her young son Freddy were booked, the officers were shocked.

”You mean you were having sex with your own mom?” the officer demanded.

“Sure, damn it,” Freddy nodded. “So what if I’m a mother fucker? Maybe I’m proud of it.”

The juvenile authorities took over. For Fred-day’s being a teenager placed him in the position where he had to be tired as a juvenile.

However, his mother was severely chastized by a judge who tongue lashed her.

“In all my years on the bench,” he confessed, “I’ve never heard of anything more revolting. Have you no pride?”

Harriet couldn’t answer. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. At last she’d been jolted back to reality. Coming to New Orleans was the best thing that ever happened to her, she realized. For she couldn’t go on much longer like this. She was crazy about Freddy and she knew it had to end someday. But why, oh God, she asked herself, did it have to end like this?