fuck me, fuck me!' she squealed.
Eva stood in the bedroom door watching. She felt confused, not sure if she was excited or disgusted. She had never seen a son fucking his mother before, or even imagined that it would happen, for that matter. Her own perversity disgusted her. Tommy was right. She was a slut, a pig, just like his mother. She was a cheating wife of the worst kind, and vowed to mend her ways.
'I'm getting close, Mother!' Tommy cried.
Evelyn's legs fell from around her son. 'Don't come yet, honey. Just be still and let it cool down. Mamma wants more.'
He stopped moving, breathing heavily. 'Take it out if you have to, but don't come yet,' she said.
'I'm okay now, Mom.' Tommy said, and started fucking again.
Evelyn had been right on the edge when Tommy had stopped and came right back up again. She started coming.
'Do it fast, baby, fuck Mamma, fuck your mamma… I'm there, I'm coming!' She lifted her pelvis up from the couch to meet his thrusts. 'Go ahead, let yourself go, honey. Come inside your mamma's pussy, fill me with your stuff!'
She was thrashing beneath him when he shot off. The white jizz spurted, gob after gob, until he was dry and lay heavily on her heaving body. Then they both lay rigid, gasping for breath.
'You're a good boy, Tommy, and I love having you fuck me, but we really musn't do this anymore.' Evelyn finally said.
'Why not? I love you, Mother.'
'Well, because it's not natural. A son isn't supposed to fuck his own mother.'
'Why not? What's wrong with it?'
'For one thing, you should be fucking girls your own age. The world is full of young girls that like to be fucked. And if you must fuck a mother, should be someone else's mother.'
He thought of Eva in the bedroom. 'I have fucked someone else's mother,' he said, figuring that Eva was someone else's mother. Almost.
'Don't make up stories, son. It won't change my mind. You should be out fucking other girls, girls your own age.'
Tommy jumped to his feet. 'I'm not making up stories, Mother. I'll show you.'
He went into the bedroom to get his proof, but Eva wasn't there. He searched the room. He searched the bathroom and the other bedroom. She was gone. She had run out on him when he needed her. Girls were untrustworthy. They let you down in the clutch. He went dejectedly back into the living room, his eyes glazed with angry tears.
'What's the matter, darling?' she said, sitting up.
He started to tell her, but stopped, deciding she wouldn't believe him, anyway. He wasn't sure he believed it himself. He pushed her back down and knelt beside the couch.
'Let's do it again, Mom. I can get it up if you'll help me.'
His mouth closed over one of her big, ripe nipples. It swelled hard between his lips while his hand played in the sticky hair between her thighs.
'No, baby, no. We shouldn't,' she whispered, her hand slipping down between his legs. His prick was soft and slippery, but it responded to her gentle masturbating. He is such a good boy; perhaps one more time, she thought. 'That feels so good, Tommy,' she said softly, feeling her nipple all fat and excited inside his sucking mouth.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Eva gave birth to twin boys. They were fine strapping boys and she was very proud. She had gotten very big her last month, and went nowhere until her trip to the hospital.
It felt wonderful to be slim again. She did her exercises regularly, and after six weeks her figure was, if anything, better than before. John was still sleeping in the spare bedroom, though, telling her that the twins would keep him awake, and he needed his sleep since he couldn't sleep all day like she did. Her need for sex was growing by the day, but she told herself that John would return to her bed when the six weeks were up and it would worth the wait. It was good for her will power too, to deny herself; Lord knows she never had before. She was a wife and mother now and had to start acting like one.
During the past few weeks, she had done a great deal of thinking and felt more grown up and sophisticated, and for the first time realized her wealth and position, the responsibilities of being Mrs. John Richardson. She was sure her sexual needs were too well ingrained to change completely, but she simply had to be more discreet, and she could certainly afford to be more selective. God, she could have ruined everything with her reckless promiscuity.
And she had the twins to think about, too. It gave her a tremendous thrill to nurse them, one on each tit. Perhaps that's why she had two, a titty for each. It was so exciting that sometimes she would even play with herself a little while they sucked. Her Richardson boys, she called them. Their grandpa puffed up with pride, pointing out their many Richardson features, which, in reality, were nonexistent. He already had them enrolled for the class of '95 at Harvard. Eva's bubble burst when her sister-in-law came over to see the twins and made a point to mention that John had been seeing some buxom widow, a Mrs. DeWinter, she thought. Nina was wrong, Eva decided. She had to be. It was the last day of her six weeks and she had a big evening planned, candlelight dinner, champagne, the whole bit. Nothing could spoil that.
Eva was wrong again. When John came home, he told her not to bother with dinner. He was going out.
'Going out? Where?' Eva shrieked.
'It's on business,' he said, and turned away.
'Don't turn your back on me, you bastard. I want to know where the fuck you're going.'
John turned back, his face ashen. 'Eva, my God!'
'Don't pull any pious shit on me, John Richardson, I know about you and that pig Roxanne DeWinter.'
'Where did you get an idea like that?'
'From your own sweet sister. You know, the one that's queer for girls, Nina the lesbian.'
John sat down in a chair, his hands shaking. He was a beaten man, a quivering mass of jelly. 'I can explain,' he said weakly.
'You'd better, mister, and damn fast. Is that why you haven't fucked me in seven months?'
'No, no, truly that isn't it at all. When you got pregnant I was turned off. I think I was afraid you'd do like my sister did, and I couldn't stand that. And I felt guilty over the way I treated you on our wedding night and the suspicions I had of your purity and over the way you were drinking.' He hung his head. 'And I admit to having sex with Roxanne DeWinter on our honeymoon. Why? I don't know. Do you forgive me?'
'Of course I forgive you.' Eva said, seeing him for the weak man he was.
'I didn't want to get you pregnant in the first place.'
Eva almost laughed. There's very little chance that you did, she thought.
'I was so relieved when you didn't run wild like Nina did.' John said.
Eva studied her husband. Why, the dumb bastard had no inclination whatsoever that she had been fucking anything in pants. 'I wouldn't do a thing like that, darling,' she said sweetly. 'I'm your wife. I love you. Fidelity is important. Now you just relax while I finish dinner.'
'I have to go out.' John said, getting to his feet.
'Then I'm going with you.'
'You can't.'
'The fuck I can't. I'm your wife and I'm going.'
'All right, I'll confess. I'm going to Roxanne's to play bridge.'
'I already suspected where you were going, and I'm going anyway.'
'We'll be playing bridge and nothing else. You can't play bridge. You'll be bored to death. I'll come home early, I promise.' John said.
