Robert Vickers - Her lover son

All too soon, she collapsed into a heap. Katherine opened her eyes and stared at Larry. His face was still hidden by the twin moons of his mother's asscheeks. The girl could hear his slurping and lapping as he ate his mother's cunt.

Katherine let his limp cock dribble out of her soggy twat and didn't even bother trying to revive it. She decided she'd let Larry finish off Joleen, then maybe they could have a rematch. After all, it was Larry's mother who needed the tender loving care right now to make her forget her husband.

After all she'd been through, Joleen had to have her mind taken off the shitty treatment given her by Harold. Her husband would pay eventually, but now it was more important that Joleen's sexual needs be satisfied.

Larry was doing a good job of that. His tongue speared into his mother's cunt one more time. He tasted her juices, felt the ripply surfaces of her cuntal walls. Then he traced out the slightly bristly rim of her manhole before moving back to her clit. The tiny nubbin had risen up and demanded more attention.

Larry gave it his full oral attention. He licked and sucked at the clit until it was a bright cherry red. When he lightly ran his tongue over the pleasure center of his mother's body, she came amid loud shrieks of joy.

Joleen screamed out, "Aaaiiieeeee! Oh God! Mooore!"

Larry continued to tongue and suck his mother until she was sated. Totally exhausted by her sexual encounters with Katherine and then her own son, Joleen went over to the sofa and sat down, her legs spread far apart to give her well-used cunt a chance at some cool, refreshing air.

"Thanks," Joleen said, "both of you. I really needed to get all that messy business out of my head for a while and you've both managed to do that."

Larry looked up from the floor. "It's not over yet. The old man to be taken care of. I'm not letting him get away with what he did to you."

"Please, Larry. Sooner or later, I'll figure out a way to get even with that slimy bastard. I don't want you getting involved with him. Besides, it's my revenge. When I decide what I want to do, I'll do it."

"Too late. I…" Larry broke off as Willie came striding into the apartment.

He glanced at Joleen, then turned to Larry. "Did you hire some muscle?"

Larry sat upright, then stood. He looked Willie square in the eye when he said, "I paid the Mafia four bills to do a job for me. Yeah, I hired some muscle."

Willie reached into his coat pocket, pulled out his wallet and rolled out four one-hundred-dollar bills. He handed them to Larry.

"I'm taking care of this. Nobody does to your mother what Harold Jensen did without really paying for it. Four hundred wouldn't buy you more than a good beating."

Joleen watched in silence for a moment, then said, "What's going on? What have you done, Willie?"

He turned back to her and said, "I haven't done a damn thing to that son of a bitch husband of yours. In fact, it's a real shame how clumsy he is. He's going to fall down some stairs tonight at ten o'clock. Going to break every bone in both of his hands and even impale himself on an iron-spiked fence. Through his balls."

His words fell flat and harsh.

But there was no denying that Harold had met his match and would really pay for his brutal torture of his wife.

Joleen remained silent for a while, then said, her voice low and barely controlled, "That seems to be appropriate enough punishment. Thank you."

"I take care of the people I like. And I like you. Besides, I don't want your snot-nosed kid fooling around putting out small contracts like that. Not yet." Turning back to Larry, Willie told him, "I handle the tough stuff. And don't forget it, kid!"

Larry smiled broadly. "Gotcha, Willie!"

"Yeah." The man went and sat next to Joleen, taking her hand in his. "Now what're you going to do? I doubt if Harold's going to fool around with you again so you don't have anything to worry about there. But you don't have anywhere to go."

Joleen shrugged. "I've got some money…"

"Forget it. I can put you up in style. You deserve more than that prick was giving you. Why not be my girl?"

Joleen studied Willie's wiry build and thought about how good he was in bed. Then she thought of the things he had done for her. She smiled and nodded assent.

Being Willie's mistress was worlds better than putting up with Harold.

Joleen and Willie got off the plane from New York. Their trip had been successful. Willie had unloaded almost forty thousand dollars' worth of hot jewelry to another fence. The merchandise would be out of the country by that night.

And Willie was close to fifteen thousand dollars richer after splitting with his boss.

It had been a very profitable trip.

Joleen was happy, too. She hadn't paid any attention to the business dealings. She had gone to Fifth Avenue and wandered up and down looking at all the department stores and the fabulous things in the windows. And it made her feel like royalty to walk into a store and be able to pay cash for anything she wanted.

Literally anything, no matter what the price. Willie had given her almost two thousand dollars to spend as she liked. And, had she asked for more, Joleen was certain that Willie would have let her have the bread. To him, the green stuff wasn't worth anything unless you spent it on something you enjoyed.

Back home, they unloaded their bags from the back of Willie's Jaguar, then carried them inside to the posh apartment. Joleen still felt a little cramped living in an apartment after so many years in a house, but she could bear it. She was with Willie. She had money to spend as she saw fit.

And Willie didn't mind taking her along on his trips. She was free of her four walls. The apartment wasn't a trap, it was merely a convenient place to return and spend a week or two between buying and selling trips.

Willie dumped the bags down on the middle of the floor and told her, "I'm going to have to start lifting weights unless you cut down on buying all this junk."

"But Willie," she said, "there's nothing in there but shortie nightgowns… lots of different ones."

"Yeah? So show me one. I want to know what I'm breaking my back for."

Joleen smiled and took the case from the floor and vanished into their bedroom. Willie went and fixed a couple of drinks for them while Joleen changed. He didn't care a damn about how much she spent. It was just his way of letting her know she had to give value for value.

He took a quick gulp of his Chivas when Joleen came back into the room. She was a sight to behold. All the nasty red welts and ugly purple bruises had vanished from her white body. Joleen was again a thing of beauty.

Willie felt his cock getting hard.

He studied her critically as if she were a bug under a microscope. "Hmmmm, nice legs, yeah, real nice."

Her white legs flashed beneath the flimsy material of the negligee. They were as trim and firmly muscled as any young woman.

Willie's eyes worked up to Joleen's thighs. Firmly fleshed, shapely and a real turn on. The transparent netting of the nightgown couldn't hide the flare of her ass or the creamy skin. The man loved to watch the action of her asscheeks as she moved.

To demonstrate, Joleen pivoted around a couple of times. Then she walked across the room wiggling her ass as much as she could. He loved watching it rotate and swing from side to side.

But her tits swayed even more. Their ruddy tips prodded against the loosely tied front of the negligee. The three tiestrings hadn't done much to fasten the material together.

The material was a deep emerald green which offset the woman's lustrous black hair. As Joleen moved, it seemed as if a white river of flesh flowed between banks of green nylon. The swell of her tits gave Willie a real hard-on as he watched them flow in and out of the material, the ruddy nipples poking out every time she moved.