Frank look pleased and smiled at her. 'Thank you, dear. I'm glad you understand about these things. Keeping watch over the way society is going, does involve a lot of time. And it pleases me that you've never complained about the time I've spent with these community organizations, when I could have been home with you!'
Jennifer glanced at her son again, then concentrated on the food on her plate.
CHAPTER FOUR
With the coffee pot in her hand, Dorothy Baker went over to the kitchen table where her two good friends, Mary Anne Overton and Jennifer Henderson were sitting.
'More coffee, girls?' she asked.
'Not for me, thanks,' said Mary Anne. 'Hadn't we better be going? When there's a sale on, the store might be crowded.'
'We have time. It's still early,' Dorothy replied. 'How about you, Jennifer?'
'Yes, I will,' said Jennifer. 'Say, why don't we give Irma Thatcher a call and see if she'd like to go with us? We can pick her up on the way.'
'That's a good idea,' said Dorothy. 'Okay with you, Mary Anne?'
'Of course,' replied Mary Anne, smiling up at her. 'I should have thought of it myself. Irma is always a lot of fun.'
'The more the merrier,' said Dorothy, picking up the kitchen phone and dialing.
She stood listening to it ring and counting them. When she counted twelve, she put the receiver back.
'Nobody home?' asked Mary Anne.
'I guess not,' Dorothy shrugged. 'I suppose she and her son Richard are out someplace.'
'Maybe she heard about the sale too,' said Jennifer, 'and is already on her way there!'
'Maybe we'll meet her there,' said Mary Anne. 'Let's go.'
'I'm ready,' said Jennifer, getting up from the table. 'And if Irma isn't there, well, she just missed out on a good sale, that's all.'
Three blocks over, at the Thatcher residence, it did appear that no one was home, but that was only the way it appeared to anyone passing by. Upstairs in Irma's bedroom, young Richard glanced at the phone on the bedside table.
'It's stopped ringing,' he said.
'Good,' said Irma. 'It couldn't have been anything important. Not as important as what we're doing now.'
'Right…' said Richard, before he gave his mother a long sexy, tongue probing kiss.
'Ummm, darling, it feels so good when you have your hand there, and your finger… But I can think of something else that would feel even better in there.'
Irma Thatcher's words were a soft whisper in the ear of her eighteen-year-old son, as her legs spread apart so he would get the idea. While they lay side by side on her bed, both of them naked and with their arms about each other, his hand stroked up and down the soft inner-flesh of her thigh, getting her aroused to the point that she was going to get off without him, if he didn't hurry up and shove his prick into her.
From time to time Irma had been fucked by other eighteen-year-old boys throughout her years of marriage, but not one of them had spent any time on foreplay. Each had the same thought, to get his prick into her and fuck, whether she was ready for it or not. Because of that, she wasn't too impressed with teenage cock, except that her son was remarkably different. He made sure he had her ready and eager for his prick before he fucked her. He spent a lot of time on foreplay, more than he ever needed to, so that he was a terrible tease. It seemed to delight him that often her first climax hit her just from him sucking on her boobs, and her second from him kissing her cunt, or tickling it with his fingers.
God, the very idea that her son had his head between her legs was enough to get her off. She would grab hold of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair and pull his mouth tight against her snatch, while she wriggled her ass all over the bed. She'd climax again and again, like she was trying to drown him in her orgasmic juices.
While she kissed him full on the mouth, her tongue probing for his, Irma reached down to take a firm grip on the solid shaft of her son's cock. Quickly she guided it to her open snatch. She wanted to feel this wonderful, throbbing alive cock in her pussy. This was their first fuck that morning. There would be a second and of course a third. Once was never enough, not when she had her son all to herself, while his father was at the office. She loved to feel his prick inside her stroking back and forth, slowly at first and then with increasing speed. Her son's cock never failed to set her on fire. Often she lay there, letting her son fuck her all day long. When she was feeling that horny, she simply said to hell with the housework.
There was that time when her husband, George, came home from the office shortly after five, expecting his supper to be ready and she and her son were still in bed, fucking. They broke some kind of a record getting their clothes on, when they heard his car in the driveway. Luckily for them George stopped to talk to his neighbor for a while, which gave them time to change the come-stained sheets and make the bed, and for her to comb her hair.
Irma knew all too well what the penalty would be if she and her son were ever caught. If her husband ever found out that right after he left the house in the morning, his son got into bed with her and fucked her hour after hour, her marriage would be a disaster area. And if he ever found out she let her son fuck her in the ass, when she wouldn't let him do that to her, it would freak him right out.
But Irma had good reasons for that, she often told herself. She was sure her husband would be too rough when he did it to her that way, whereas her son was always so gentle. And besides, her adorable, loving son was so thoughtful and considerate of her, he could talk her into anything.
She smiled lewdly as she rubbed the bulbous-shaped head of her son's cock along the warm slippery lips of her pussy.
'You like that, don't you darling?' she whispered. 'Doesn't that feel nice when your big hard woman pleaser touches your mother's hot pussy?'
Richard grinned at her. 'You're really hot for it, aren't you Mom? Didn't I give you enough yesterday?'
'You were very good to your mother yesterday, darling,' she said throatily. 'But that was yesterday. God, what would I ever do if I had to go a whole week without you?'
Tugging gently at her son's cock, she tossed her head to fling a wave of chestnut colored hair from her eyes and she gazed at him lustfully. He gave her a pleased grin as he eased her onto her back and climbed between her widely parted legs.
'Now that's more like it,' she sighed. 'I look forward to these mornings so much, having you in bed with me.'
She lay with her legs open obscenely, waiting for him to ease the head of his prick into her eagerly awaiting cunt. When he didn't do it, she pulled more insistently on his cock.
'Come on, Richard. What are you waiting for?'
'I just want to look at you first, Mom,' he replied. 'God, I must be the luckiest guy around, having such an attractive and sexy looking mother, and being able to fuck her.'
With his ass resting on his heels, his eyes took in her sleek, naked thighs spread open and pressed on either side of his body. Running his hand along them made his mother shiver with desire. He thrilled to the feel of her stroking his cock faster and faster. He had excellent control. She could play with his cock without him having to worry that he would shoot his load all over her belly, like some teenage kid getting his first piece of ass. Even though her gorgeous naked body was a sight to behold, he knew it was even nicer when he was in her seething hot pussy right up to his balls.
He enjoyed looking at his naked mother. Her triangle of pussy hair was already wet with her cuntal secretions. He could see her cunt-lips, pink and open in obscene invitation to his prick. Soon, very soon he would have his cock up in there, right up past her belly button. She loved it when he went in deep, then deeper still. Deeper, she had told him than his father, or anyone else, had ever been. But he wanted to savor the sight of her heaving belly, her inviting navel, her luscious tits, for one moment more.
