"Hot to trot mother" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laver Brian)

CHAPTER FOUR

"See you. And I want to see you tonight."

Ted could imagine what his mother wanted to see Jim about. But he didn't even have to imagine after listening a few seconds longer.

"That's right," Rose said. "So why do I have to say it? All right, if it's so important: I want to get fucked!"

Ted's eyebrows shot up when he heard his mother say that. He thought only kids talked like that. At least he'd never heard any grown-ups using that sort of language.

"Ha, ha," Rose laughed. "Okay. I want to suck you off. There, how's that, you pervert? Really, Jim, I never knew you liked obscene phone calls so much."

The rest of the conversation was dull. Rose said she would be ready by eight. Then she hung up. But Ted had heard enough that he had to rush to his room and jerk off again. It seemed that if his mother could get fucked, he should be able to too.

"I'm going out with Jim tonight," Rose told Ted at dinner. "Are you going to stay home?"

Ted had no place to go, but he refused to tell his mother that he was going to stay home alone while she was out having a good time.

"I might go to the movie at the Strand," he said. "The Strand? They always show those movies that you are too young to see," Rose said.

She was right. And having his mother remind him of that was enough to stiffen Ted's prick yet again.

A few minutes after eight the doorbell rang. "Answer that, will you?" Rose called from her room.

Ted let Jim in. And although Jim liked Ted, Ted refusal to talk to him. Jim wouldn't have guessed that Ted was jealous, but he was.

"Go to bed early," Rose said as she kissed Ted good-by. "School tomorrow, don't forget."

Ted said a half-hearted good by as his mother and Jim left.

"What's the matter with Ted?" Jim asked Rose in the car.

"I don't know. He's been awfully moody lately," Rose said.

"He's probably just horny," Jim said. "And the way you look doesn't help."

"What do you mean?" Rose asked. "I'm his mother."

"So what?" Jim said. "You're also a sexy, gorgeous chick. Seeing you in that low cut dress could give a young boy a rock-hard prick."

"Do you really think so?" Rose asked. "Even if I'm his own mother?"

"Don't you realize how horny a teenage boy is?" Jim asked. "I remember when I was Ted's age. God, I was horny all the time!"

"You still are," Rose said as she grabbed one of his thighs.

"And you're not?" Jim said. "Don't forget, it was you who asked to see me tonight."

Rose moved over to sit close to Jim. He was right, of course. She was dying to get fucked.

Although nothing else was said about Ted, Rose didn't forget Jim's words on the subject. And since Rose was turned-on by Ted, Jim's theory was especially interesting.

But for the moment, Rose was mainly interested in getting Jim where, she could spread her legs for him.

"Let's go right over to your place," she said. "You are horny, aren't you?" he teased. "Yes!" Rose said immediately as she reached into Jim's crotch.

All the way to his apartment Rose held the hard cock in Jim's pants.

They weren't in his place more than a few seconds before Rose was pulling her clothes off. But Jim was in a playful mood. So before taking off his clothes, he fixed a drink far both of them.

"Martini?" he asked nonchalantly.

"No, Goddamn it," Rose said. "I want you, not a drink."

"You don't mind if I have one, do you?" Jim said.

"Yes, unless you can fuck me and drink at the same time."

By this time Rose was naked. But Jim was standing at his bar stirring a martini. So Rose caressed him from behind, squeezing her big tits on his back and pressing her cunt to his ass.

"That feels nice," Jim said.

"It would feel even better if you didn't have all these clothes on," Rose said as she reached round him to rub the hard lump in his pants.

"You win," he said. "I wasn't thirsty anyhow."

Jim turned around. They kissed. Jim scooped up one of Rose's heavy tits, and planted a kiss on it.

Rose took Jim by the hand over to the couch. She fell backwards, Jim falling with her onto the couch.

Rose got Jim on his back, then went to work on his pants. She unfastened his belt and unzipped his fly. In a few more seconds she had his prick out.

"My, what a hungry girl," Jim teased.

"Starving," Rose corrected him.

She was running the fingers of both hands along his shaft. She lifted his balls and held them gently. The powerful jerks of Jim's cock were exciting Rose more than usual.

Slowly, she bent her head down until she could reach Jim's prickhead with her curling tongue. She licked the far knob of his cock, and tongued its collar.

"You do that so well!" Jim said.

As Rose licked his prick, Jim began pulling off his shirt. But he left his pants on, opened at the crotch. Being partially dressed added an element of kinkiness to the blow job.

Now Rose was holding her tongue near the underside of Jim's cockhead. As the prick twitched, it would slap against her tongue.

From there, Rose lowered her head and took his ball-sack between her teeth. Biting down hard, but not too hard, Rose stretched that flesh by tugging at it.

But all this was just preliminaries. She was soon ready to start sucking in earnest.

She began at the base of Jim's prick. Opening her mouth around the thick shaft, she began nibbling her way to the tip. And when she reached that blunt tip, she opened wide and took it into her mouth.

"Ah-h-h-h-h," Jim sighed when he felt her hot mouth surrounding his cock-knob.

At first Rose merely held the prickhead in her mouth. But it wasn't long before she was wiggling her tongue around beneath the head.

As she held his cock in her mouth, Rose looked up at Jim. He was looking down at her. He smiled.

"You have a magic mouth," he said.

Rose smiled too. But with a cock in her mouth her smile showed at her eyes more than at her mouth.

She began moving her head up and down slowly. Jim's prick began sliding over the softness of her wet tongue. And as she fucked her face with his prick, she held his balls in one hand while her other hand slid under his ass.

Jim closed his eyes. He was concentrating on the marvelous sensations Rose was giving him with her talented mouth.

Her head began rising and falling in a greater arch. Jim's prick was reaching down her throat. And on the up-stroke, the collar of the cock appeared between Rose's lips.

Her head began moving faster. And all Jim had to do was lie there and enjoy it.

But Rose would only take him so far, Jim had to repay her for sucking him. And she only accepted repayment in similar coin.

So when she thought Jim was at a nice level of lust, she took her mouth from his tool. She liked the way it shined with her saliva. And she gave it a few last licks before moving up Jim's body.

Rose began sliding up Jim's body. First, she brought hey tits to his crotch. She sandwiched his wet and throbbing prick between them. Then she held her nipples to the taut skin of his prickhead.

But Rose didn't linger like that for too long. After all, she was eager for Jim's mouth at her snatch.

Straddling him, Rose continued on her way. She dragged her drooling cunt along his belly and chest, leaving a swath of her fragrant juice.

"Are you going to eat me?" she asked as she brought her cunt near his face.

"Sure," Jim said. "My mouth is already watering."

He loved to see Rose's cunt coming toward his face like this. And as she put her shins next to his head he could smell the hot odor of her simmering juice.

Now her cunt was hovering right over his face. Jim could look up and see the shining inner lips of her cunt. The entrance to her tunnel was gaping, ready to be entered by his tongue.

Gradually, Rose lowered herself until she felt Jim's tongue meet her gash.

"O-o-o-o," she moaned.

By hovering over him, she could control the cunt-sucking she was receiving. So she began rocking back and forth, moving Jim's tongue along her oozing slot. Then she lowered her hips more, and felt his tongue pierce her twat.

From his vantage point below her cunt, Jim could look up along Rose's belly. And between her slightly sagging tits he could see her face.

And Rose was looking down at Jim too. But she could only see his eyes and forehead. The rest of his face was obscured by her own hairy muff.

"I love the way you lick my cunt," she said to the pair of eyes looking up at her.

By now, Jim was moving his head. Rose was more or less still. Rather than rocking her hips or moving up and down, she was merely trembling in a fit of passion. It was Jim who was doing the work now.

Jim had grabbed Rose's ass, a check in each hand. In that way he could move her cunt over his mouth in any way he liked. He would coordinate the movements of her body with the movements of his head. That way, he could run his tongue back and forth along the entire length of her again. And he could pull her down to ream her cave with his tongue, or raise her to flutter his tongue over her clit.

"Um-m-m-m-m," Rose murmured. "Oh, Jim!"

Jim saw her grab her own tits as she moaned. But he already knew how his tonguing was affecting her, far he could feel her body quaking. The asscheeks he was gripping were trembling.

But Rose had to let go of her tits soon. In her passion she had to bend over Jim's head and support herself by holding the arm of the couch. As she changed positions, Jim saw her huge jugs swing and hang low.

Her tits weren't hanging far from Jim's forehead. So he let go of her ass and grabbed those hanging melons.

Rose began grinding her cunt on Jim's mouth in uncontrollable lust. Jim had to let go of her tits and grab her ass again. He lifted her slightly so he could breathe. In her frenzy, Rose would have smothered the poor cunt-lapper.

"Ah-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h," Rose moaned.

Unlike Jim, Rose could have a long string of orgasms. So Jim didn't have to worry about her coming too soon.

"Oh, Jim," Rose groaned. "I'm coming! A-a-a-a-a-a."

Now Jim had to hold on to Rose's ass tightly. In her ecstasy, she was writhing and squirming wildly.

Jim could feel warm cunt-juice running down his throat and over his cheeks and chin. He was being bathed in the slippery stuff, and he loved it.

"Oh-h-h-h-h, a-a-a-a-a," Rose was wailing in a crescendo of passion.

But Jim kept his tongue working on her clit with an occasional dip into her flowering tunnel.

Rose was clutching at the couch's arm now. Her tits were swaying like huge pendulums. Her hips were shivering and jerking.

"Ow-w-w, wait," she cried, pulling her cunt off Jim's face. "I can't stand any more! But, here, just let me."

She moved to the other end of the couch, lay down on her back, and spread her legs.

"Come on and fuck me!" she said breathlessly. "Hurry!"

Rose had grabbed her own tits again. One leg went up over the back of the couch and the other was draped over the edge to the floor. In that position, her soaking, stretched gash seemed to be calling out for Jim's cock.

And he didn't keep it waiting.

"Oh, honey," he said as he crawled over her. "You look so beautiful when you come!"

Rose was suspended in mid-orgasm. But as soon as Jim's prick sank into her twat, she began wailing and writhing again.

Jim felt her pussy squeezing his prick in powerful spasms as soon as he was plugged in. So he didn't even begin pumping at first. He just enjoyed having her twat around his rod.

But Rose didn't let him get away with that for long.

"Come on!" she panted. "Fuck me-e-e-e!"

Giving her hips a few desperate thrusts, she started Jim moving his prick in and out other cave.

With his prick sliding in the satin-lined tunnel of Rose's gripping cunt, Jim's passion grew. And since his prick had been primed by Rose's blowjob, he was especially susceptible to immediate bliss.

"Oh, it feels great!" he whispered hoarsely. "I can feel your cunt spamming."

"Yeah-h-h-h-h!" was all Rose could say. With his prick being milked by Rose's pussy, Jim soon felt his jism about to erupt.

"I'm going to come!" he moaned.

And with that news, Rose began pumping her hips more violently, and her screams became more piercing.

Together, they thrashed and clutched at each other. Their hips continued to crash together, driving Jim's prick relentlessly. Rose grabbed Jim's head, pulled his gasping mouth to hers, and shoved her tongue down his throat.

Slowly, the frantic fucking stopped. Soon they were lying in a heap and panting in exhaustion.

"That's just what I needed," Rose said. "It was wonderful."

"Now I suppose I don't get to see you again until you get horny," Jim said.

"We still have a date for Saturday," Rose said.

"But I want to see you more," Jim said. "I want to see you all the time."

"Well, you can't see me all the time," Rose said. "I have a job and a son to take care of don't forget."

"Rose, marry me," Jim said.

It wasn't the first time he'd asked her to marry him. But all the other times Rose laughed it off.

She still didn't want to marry Jim, but she didn't think she could just laugh it off now.

Rose didn't say anything. She merely lay still beneath Jim, his prick still in her.

"Well, at least you're not saying no," Jim said. "Is that a good sign?"

"No," Rose said suddenly, pushing Jim off her. "I don't want to get married, Jim. Not to you or anyone else."

Rose got up from the couch and began to pace back and forth. Jim remained on the couch, silent. Finally, Rose began dressing.

"You don't have to drive me home," Rose said. "I feel like taking a walk."

"Are you sure?" Jim asked. "Just because I asked you to marry me and you turned me down again doesn't mean I don't want to drive you home."

"I know. It's not that," Rose said. "I just feel like walking."

She left Jim lying on the couch. It was a cool, starry night, and Rose lived only a mile away. She really did need to walk, to be alone. She had to figure out why it was that when Jim proposed marriage again she had suddenly thought of her son. And why had she thought of him with such a rush of passion?