because he'd been in there so many times before. He worked his cock right up into her, all the way to his big hairy balls. I'm ashamed to say this, but I had to come and soaked the crotch of my panties, just watching them. Here was a twenty-year-old kid, fucking his mother!'
'My God!' Findley breathed.
'And I mean he was really fucking her,' Laura said excitedly. 'His mother brought her legs up and locked them around him. With her arms entwined about his neck, she pulled him down to her and kissed his face all over. Brian was pounding it to her like it was the greatest thing that ever happened to him, while his mother wriggled around beneath him like she was going crazy. You should have seen the ecstatic look on her face, like she'd never had it this good with anyone else.'
'It's a great story,' said Findley. 'It's a shame you can't prove it.'
'You think I can't?' said Laura, grinning at him. 'I had my camera slung over my shoulder, because I never go anywhere without it. And it was loaded with special film, so I can take pictures at night without a flash. I started clicking away, and Brian and his mother never knew a thing about it.'
Findley looked delighted.
'I've got pictures of Brian on top of his mother,' Laura told him. 'Then of her on top of him, moving her ass up and down on her son's cock. Then of them doing it doggy fashion. And two positions in which they're lying on their sides, one with them facing each other, and one with him pressed up close behind her. God, that kid and his mother knew more ways in which to fuck!'
'Splendid!' Findley said, beaming. 'Are they clear shots?'
Laura looked like she'd been insulted. 'Clear as crystal,' she said indignantly. 'Every shot I take is clear and sharp. You know that.'
'Okay, okay. Don't get huffy. I wasn't casting any aspersions on your photographic expertise,' Findley assured her.
'Your apology is accepted,' said Laura. 'But wait'll you see the pictures I took after that. You wouldn't believe what they did, before they finally settled down to sleep, about three in the morning.'
'Well, tell me!' said Findley impatiently.
'Mary Anne got onto her knees by the side of the bed, with her head and shoulders resting on the mattress and her ass sticking out at her son. He took a moment to smear a lubricant all over his cock, and then dabbed a little into the crack of his mother's ass. Then he got onto his knees behind her, positioned his cock, took a firm grip on her hips – and went up her bumhole! I couldn't believe how much his mother was getting off on it. Even I got off, just watching them, watching this kid fucking his mother in the ass!'
'And you got pictures of that?' said Findley breathlessly.
'I've got a picture of every inch he went up her ass,' said Laura. 'And pictures of every ecstatic expression on his mother's face.'
'And pictures of everything else they did?'
'I've got pictures coming out my ears,' said Laura. 'Thirty-six shots to a roll, and six rolls. A roll of film for every position in which that kid fucked his mother.'
'Where are they?'
'Locked up in a very safe place. Don't worry about me leaving stuff like that lying around.'
'Okay, I'm convinced,' said Findley. 'I want you to run with this. What will you need to get into it?'
Laura smiled. She knew she would talk Findley into it. 'I need a generous expense account,' she said. 'And I need an advance, to cover the time I'm on research and then writing the book. Just like last time.'
'Okay. You've got it,' said Findley. 'But I don't want idle speculation. I want proof of everything you claim in your book, to protect us from the lawsuits that are going to come at us.'
'You'll get it,' Laura promised him. 'Wait'll you see those pictures. You won't worry about anything after you've seen them. That kid put on a superb performance.'
Findley chuckled. 'He reminds me of myself, when I was his age.'
'Wh-what do you mean?'
'One night my old man was out to his lodge meeting. My four sisters were at summer camp and my mother went to bed early. I don't know how in hell I ever got up the nerve, but I tip-toed into her bedroom, bare-assed naked, and got into bed with her. She was sound asleep. I lifted up her nightie, crawled up between her legs and started pushing my hard cock into her pussy. Mom must have figured in her sleep that the old man had come home and was trying to get a little. She moved around, wriggled this way and that, and I went right up in there. She didn't wake up until I had it in as far as I could go.'
'Good heavens!' said Laura. 'What did she do?'
'What could she do? I was in her too deep for her to uncunt me. And I had a firm hold on the cheeks of her ass. Besides, it was already too late. I was in her. And I suppose Mom realized it was feeling pretty good. So the only thing she could do then, or wanted to do, was make the most of it. Her legs came up and she wrapped them around me. She put her arms about my neck and pulled me down so that my chest was almost flattening those luscious boobs of hers. She got her mouth onto mine and laid a kiss on me like I'd never had before. Her tongue went up into my mouth and did a little dance in there.'
'No wonder you're a dirty old man,' said Laura with a laugh. 'You started out as a dirty young man. You enjoyed screwing your mother, didn't you?'
'Did I! That was the greatest thing that ever happened to me,' Findley told her. 'I thought I'd been having a good time screwing my sisters, but fucking my mother that night was sensational. Damn, we fucked for over two hours, until we heard the old man's car pulling into the driveway. Then Mom leaped out of bed, grabbed up her nightie and beat it into the bathroom. She had to wash up, I suppose. God knows her cunt was full. I'd shot off my load four times and had my come all over her pussy, her legs and her belly. I was back in my own room before the old man came in the front door.'
'Was that the only time you were naughty with your mother?' Laura asked.
Findley gave her a big grin. 'She let me think it was going to be, for almost a week. Maybe she figured if she really worked me over that night, I'd get her out of my system and behave myself after. But it didn't work out that way. I wanted her more than ever, and the funny thing is, she wanted more of me too.'
'That's not surprising,' said Laura.
'She had a way of letting me know when she was in the mood for it, by the way she'd smile at me, and by being loving and affectionate. Just like my sisters did.'
'God, what a time you had around home,' said Laura. 'Five hot females after your cock.'
'Somehow I managed to keep them happy,' said Findley with a far off look in his eyes. 'But you know, my sisters never did find out I was fucking Mom. And my mother never realized I was screwing my sisters.'
Laura laughed. 'I guess that was good training, for your later business deals. You keep everybody happy, without one knowing about the other. And you always get what you want.'
He pulled her back into his arms. 'And there's something I want right now!'
'Not here,' said Laura, taking his hand from between her legs. 'It makes me nervous fucking on this couch, with your secretary right outside that door. Let's go to my place.'
'You sure? I've been to your house so many times. Won't your neighbors wonder about you having a guy there when your husband isn't home?'
Laura laughed. 'Thanks to you, my husband is away so much, my neighbors think you are my husband!'
CHAPTER THREE
There was no doubt about it, Jamie Henderson had special privileges. If anyone could have seen what he was doing at that moment, they would have agreed that no other eighteen-year-old boy could have gotten away with such a thing like that. But that might not have been quite true. In fact, there may have been quite a few teenage boys doing the same thing. But anyway, he did have special privileges. That was evident when he crawled into bed with his mother, lifted up her nightie and put his hand on her cunt.
What's more, his mother didn't even object. You would have expected this very attractive, red-haired young woman (she was only thirty-six) to behave like any other mother would have (well, some of them anyway), that
