Wilma Freidman - Sorority Affair

Joey never did-until years later, after he was a grown man and suffered a serious breakdown. It was then the above was revealed.

A lot of nonsense has been written and is still being penned about adolescent sex desire, the majority of which insist that children are supposed to work off their sexual curiosities by studying, sports activity and various hobbies. At all times they are to be guarded and protected against the sins of petting and premarital intercourse. This unrealistic attitude does nothing but cause guilt and utter confusion, contributing to frigidity in women, as well as to divorce, alcoholism and a whole host of other social ills, including pedophilia. The fact is that no amount of work and play is going to remove sexual curiosity, not without causing some psychic scarring.

Man-made morality and codes of sexual conduct is not the way of nature. A sex act that is properly performed will not have a serious impact on an adolescent or teenager, in spite of what the moralists say. But guilt and recriminations over sex can and do have serious impact, often damaging the child for the rest of his sexual life. It is also psychological fact that the persons most capable of instructing children in sexual activity, including initiation to the act of sexual intercourse, are mature and responsible adults, who understand the sexual nature of children.

We have seen an interesting case whereby the parents of two children were the aggressors. Now, let us study the case of Jerome, a precocious twelve-year-old, who became the aggressor in initiating intercourse with his mother.

Jerome, at twelve years old, was the only son of wealthy but divorced parents. Living with his mother, who drank heavily, Jerome was left to his own devices. Not that she didn't love her son. She did-very much but sex and the bottle took preference, both of which absorbed most of her time.

One day Jerome was about to walk into the upstairs parlor when he heard voices, speaking in a low whisper. Putting his ear to the door, he detected the voices of his pretty mother-she was thirty-three years old- and Randy, their negro yard boy. Jerome could not make out their words so he opened the door a slight crack and looked in. Mavis-his mother-was sitting on the couch, her legs spread widely open, her dress raised to the height of her deeply indented navel, exposing her beautiful smooth stomach. Randy was kneeling on the carpet before her, his big, black penis hanging out of his pants. With one hand he was fondling Mavis' breasts through her blouse, while with the other hand he fingered her hair-fringed vaginal lips.

The sight didn't surprise Jerome, who had been introduced to sex at the age of ten-years-old by their Chinese maid, who first fellated his small penis then induced him to have intercourse with her. Mai Ling still worked for them and. Jerome was involved sexually with her almost constantly. He had matured very early, and could now achieve an ejaculation, which delighted the small, delicate Chinese girl. Mai Ling's body was slim and a very lovely shade of pale yellow, but she had extremely small breasts-and Jerome had become quite fond of large ones, like those of his mother-and her vagina thatch was stiff and wiry. She also had a club-foot, and Jerome didn't much care for that, either. Yet in his own way of practical thinking, a stiff-haired vagina was better than none at all. Of course, he would have preferred to have sexual intercourse with his mother.

With cold eyes he watched his mother and Randy- not seeing Mavis as his mother but only as a woman with a thick jungle of raven black hair between two smooth, snowy white thighs. Her eyes were half closed, and she kept moving her pretty rounded buttocks on the couch, almost as if she was sitting on a hot stove, telling the negro boy to move his finger faster and in bigger circles.

Jerome ran his hand down to cup his burgeoning organ, finger it and feeling it rising and getting ironhard. He heard his mother telling Randy that "you did a hell of a good job with that finger-flick. Maybe some day I'll let you put that big black stick of yours in my pussy. Would you like fucking a white cunt, black boy?"

"Oh, yes ma'am," Randy said with a grin, his white teeth gleaming in his coal black face, using his Uncle Tom attitude. "I sure would like that, ma'am. Yes ma'am… I sure would enjoy getting me some white pussy like yours."

"Well… I'll think about it," Mavis said lazily. "Now get your black ass out of here. I'm going shopping, but pour me a double whiskey before you go-and put that black cock of yours in your pants!"

Going to his room, Jerome waited patiently until his mother had left the house. He then went to her bedroom and got a pair of her nylons and two pairs of her panties. Returning to his own room, he undressed and laid the panties on the center of his bed. Then he got on the bed, lying flat with his throbbing hard penis jabbing into the panties. He put the nylon hose into his mouth and began chewing on them, working his penis around on the panties. All the while he was doing this, he thought of that black hair between his mother's creamy thighs, and he thought of putting his mouth to her vagina and sucking it… of his mother taking his penis into her mouth and sucking him to discharge. God how he wanted to fuck his mother! Jerome suddenly ejaculated his hot semen into her panties.

He was in the living room reading something about the Civil War for his school homework when his mother returned that night-drunk as usual. "Ah, Jerome honey," she mumbled, sinking into an armchair, "fix your mother a drink like a good boy, will you. I need it to relax and get a good night's sleep. Anything just anything will do."

Sure, Jerome thought. You need it, you nigger-fucker, because you're a fucking lush!

"Yes, mother dear," Jerome said, getting up and going to the well-stocked liquor cabinet. He poured a large glass of gin, handing it to her. Ten minutes later the glass was empty and Mavis was sprawled out in the chair, her head hanging to one side limply. She began to snore loudly.

Smiling, Jerome shook her by the shoulders, called out softly to her. His mother didn't move. Fine, he thought. The old bitch's passed out! He felt both her breasts, working his lingers into the firm flesh and probing at her concealed nipples, then he lifted her dress as high as he could. Slipping his hands under her, he tugged at her panties, finally succeeding in pulling them over her rounded hips and down her slender thighs, which he then spread wide as he could. Sinking to his knees, he stared at his mother's beautiful hair-lined slit. He reached out and fingered it delicately running his finger over her exposed, moist clitoris; at the same time he unzipped his pants and pulled his erect penis out straight into the air. Moving closer, he kissed the snowy smoothness of her thighs, letting his tongue roam over the silken flesh… upward… moving along the tender inner surfaces until his cheeks brushed at the softly curling pubic hair. Then, he began licking at her vagina lips… sliding his tongue through the soft strands of raven hair… finding her pink clitoris… licking… tasting… nibbling sucking… thrilling to the taste of her female juices. I can't flick her, he thought. I can't get my prick in, not the way she's sprawled out in this goddamn chair! He couldn't decide whether he loved or hated her.

Mavis moved slightly, moaning in a long sigh. She was breathing through her mouth, which was partly open. Jerome rose to his feet… slowly jerking his fist bark and forth on his swollen penis, looking down at her exposed genitals. His organ was hard… very hard from smooth head to scanty-haired testicles. He moved himself toward his mother's face and placed the head of his penis directly between her slightly parted lips. He began to manipulate his penis, masturbating with• practiced motions, his fist moving back and forth while he made certain the head stayed between her lips, and in a short time he shot forth a stream of his semen directly into his mother's mouth. She stirred slightly, and for a moment Jerome froze. Then Mavis mumbled something about being Mai Ling's turn.