by Ward Fulton
"If I sound a little mixed up about it, it's because I am. And maybe I'm reading things into it that never were there. She liked love-meat up her twat. Loved it. But something-kind of like a strain- made her neck muscle stand out and pulled her mouth around. Her belly heaved, too, the whole time.
"It was sort of fascinating to watch. Me, lying there on the bed, while she rode my ramrod up and down, twisting and turning.
"I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold it any longer, not the way she was working on it. So I grabbed her hips and held her steady for a minute while I pumped a wad up her cunt. She just sat there, shaking and shivering-and pouring juices down on me.
"She slumped then, for maybe a minute, breathing heavy, her eyes glazed and her mouth working, the creepy wrinkles of her stomach showing up for the first time. Or anyhow, the first time I noticed 'em. Then she took a big gulp of air, straightened and came off my going-limp love-muscle. She turned around, backing up so her twat was right over my face.
"And she sat on it.
"I mean, she sat right down on my face, her hot, wet cunt right on my mouth. She wriggled a few times, getting it settled, and then grabbed my fading joy-stick with both hands, pumping it and milking it. Over her shoulder she just said, 'We'll sixty-nine it,' and jammed my head in her mouth, licking and sucking at the jism I had already shot, while her twat worked up and down on my mouth.
"The first thing you know I was liking it. The taste of her was terrific! And my tongue reamed up her twat, getting some of those juices all the time I was fitting my mouth around those hot cunt lips so I could get more suction, more taste. The pumping and tonguing and sucking she was giving my prick had already starred things going again, so my love-muscle was back in love position and getting bigger and harder. Her tits were just brushing my belly. I won't say they were actually hot, because if they'd been as hot as they felt I'd still have scar tissue from the burns, but they sure stirred my belly into wanting to pump harder, give more flavor to my love-banana, spurt more juice. I was even working my head back and forth, bobbing it up and down, trying to ream deeper into that hot, sweet cleft with its rich, hot juices, and sucking like mad.
"I could feel when I shot off my nuts. Feel? I thought I was pumping my guts out right along with the jism. And she let go my love-stump and dived on it, ramming it so far down her throat I was wondering if it might not come out her asshole and spit jism in my eye.
"She was giving out with juices, too, so I sort of lost track of how..things were going down at the south forty while I was lapping up hot stuff up in my own neck of the woods.
"Then, with a funny kind of shiver from her, it was all over. My crankcase was drained and I was getting the last of her juices. After a few shivers and a shudder or two, she slid off my face and almost slithered off the bed. She headed for the bathroom, sort of sleepwalking-with funny kind of swimming motions with her hands, not even looking back at me.
"Not that I cared. I was so drained, so pooped, all I wanted was just to lie there, until maybe someone would come along and roll me up like a window shade. I let my lungs function for a long time without any help from me, just pumping, so I got oxygen enough for living purposes but not much to spare, and let the shakes run out of my legs, which they'd do in funny little quivers that seemed to wind up almost like a cramp in my belly.
"She came back from the shower and stared at me sprawled on the bed; 'Hadn't you better put something on, Eddie? And get your shower. There's even time for a nap before dinner.'
"It was so different from the way she'd left the room, except that she was still sort of unfocused, that I was surprised. I scrambled off the bed and hurried into the shower. This time I made it hot, to see if I could get me clean. It seemed to me I was kind of gummy from my face down to my knees. I took my shower, all right, and then wandered back to my cabin and fell on my bunk, facedown, and just lay there, letting the excitement drain away in slow waves. And I was asleep.
"I heard Mother Darling's laughter first. 'You silly boy. Are you going to sleep right through dinner? I've been up for cocktails and come back to find you still stretched out! Get up, Eddie, and dress for dinner.'
"Not a hint we've had a big session of fucking during the afternoon and no wonder I'm pooped. I can't understand how she could be so chipper, her eyes bright and her smile just the right degree of gay. I stumbled off for a cool wake-up shower and dressed -but slowly.
"Nevertheless, I made it for dinner. Not exactly the brightest, but then, in that crowd, who needs, to be particularly bright. Still, old Mrs. C- noticed. 'You've had too much sun, boy. Mustn't overdo, lad. I've been coming on this cruise for over forty years and I still take precautions. Moderation, my boy. But it never does any good to tell the young to be moderate!' And she laughed at her own wisdom, or what she thought was wit.
"Mother Darling simply shrugged and led the way up to the salon after dinner for coffee and music. Fortunately for me it was music-type music. I mean, not dancing-type music. Because right then I felt I had three left feet and at least one broken leg that wasn't really painful, just not functioning. I know I wandered off to bed early and really slept.
"Even the next morning, when I woke up-with my balls aching and my prick, even deflated, feeling a little raw-I didn't get a peep our of Mother Darling about the afternoon sex roundup. It was all over and that seemed to be that. Understand, I was not complaining. Not then nor later. Well, that isn't exactly true. Later I did get kind of riled up. Pissed off, you might say.
"I couldn't complain. Who'd want to? I'd had tail many a man would have given his left testicle to lay. Excitement and fucking that doesn't often come to one guy. One of the most exciting women in the world in bed with me, and me reaming her. And did she like reaming!
"Sure, I know she was my mother. I was never confused on that point. Oh, maybe right in the middle of a rousing good fuck I might sort of lose track of who it was with me. I mean, like all cats are gray in the dark. But there was no mistaking that it was a real woman with plenty of sexy yen in her cunt in bed with me. Maybe too much woman for me to handle. I know I couldn't have handled it often.
"Even once in a while drained me. I mean, like after Barcelona we hit Marseilles-and I didn't get laid there. In fact, even though Marseilles is supposed to be quite a little village for sex-you can buy it anywhere along the waterfront-I wasn't even interested. Well, I wasn't much interested in museums, either. So Marseilles was kind of dull. Nice is supposed to be even hotter in the hot-pants department than Marseilles, but I still couldn't have raised a respectable hard with virgin pussy rubbing up against it.
"From Nice it's only a short run up to Monaco and the casinos of Monte Carlo. Sitting down all evening, even if it meant losing some shekels, appealed to me. So I found me a spot at the low-point roulette and pitched coins on the board. Mother Darling went off somewhere, to see if she could get in touch with Grace. I don't think she did. She and the Princess had never been friends in Hollywood, so why pick it up now.
"Anyway, after I'd lost two weeks' allowance at roulette I quit and wandered around the casino. In the high-stakes room I saw Mother Darling hunched over chemin de fer and a pile of chips, real avid looking. I left her at it and went on back to our hotel, peeled out and went to bed, cussing myself for losing two weeks' allowance.
"It must have been along about dawn when she came in, her eyes shining, and dumped a whole sackful of coins on my bed. It woke me up all right. Startled the hell out of me, waking up under a shower of coins and seeing her dancing around the room, humming happily to herself-and doing a striptease. She was flinging things right and left, until she was down to the buff, showing all of that marvelous little pint-sized figure.
"She could have given Little Egypt tips on how to shake boobies and twitch her navel. Ever seen a dame twitch her navel? I don't guess there are many that can. But I can tell you, it's exciting, even when you're only half awake, like I was. Hell, I'd have propped my eyelids up with toothpicks to watch that.
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"And then she was all over me. I mean, I don't see how so small a female could cover so much territory all at once. She was nuzzling my neck and wrapping her legs around me and clawing at my shoulders and singing a sort of 'ummm-um-ummmm' thing to herself all the time. And hot! Her whole body was hot-and had me hot in about ten seconds flat I had a hard on before I really had my eyes unstuck and I was reaming right up her hot spot, with her legs wrapped tight around me and her pumping like her governor had broken down.
"Make no mistake, I was pumping right back at her and shot my wad well up her belly, hot and fall. And she kept right on with that hotrod rhythm of hers until I was all set to shoot another load-and did.
"I don't know how long we kept up that frenzy. I know there was a sixty-nine session in there somewhere and one straight fuck. I mean, with me on top of her, reaming away. And once she just sat there and jacked me off, watching and feeling my come pump through my love-muscle-and gobbling it up. After that, I don't know.
"I know it was getting light when she suddenly crawled out of bed and walked off, staggering a little, to her bathroom. The next thing I knew I was waking up, stiff, sore, aching in all my parts, particularly in my dong and balls. I felt I was a hundred years old. Plus I was sticky-dry with come and sweat. And I could feel a couple of coins stuck to my ass. There were a couple of others-on my back and one in my crotch.
"I flung back the covers, scattering coins all over the room, and practically crawled on all fours to the shower. When I'd had a good hot one and felt I might live, I turned on the cold-to find out if I really was alive. So I was pretty near human by the time I called down for breakfast.
"I had gathered up the coins-those I could spot -and they made quite a stack. I didn't bother to count them because there were some American half-dollars and Swiss francs and a couple of Moroccan dirhems and some Dutch florins and a flock of D-marks. It would have taken an accountant to figure it out in dollars, but it was a hunk of money. I gave a couple of florins to the waiter, not having any idea what they're worth. He was satisfied, even a little happy, so I probably over tipped.
"There must have been some more coins in bed because when the maid put on clean sheets I heard coins rattle and scatter and the maid came out on the balcony to say, 'Merci beaucoup!' and grin, showing three gold teeth. So I suspect she got a fat haul out of it, too. Not that I had meant to leave the coins for her, but what the hell.
"That was Mother Darling's attitude exactly when she came back from a swim at the beach. A swim! And just as chipper as if she'd had a good ten hours' sleep. She smiled at me, kissed the top of my head and plopped down in one of those wicker lounge chairs. I'll bet she's one of the few women in the world who could flop down like that and wind up looking demure and even prim; I had the stacks of coins out on the balcony, so I shoved them toward her. She smiled at me, shrugging. 'Keep it, Eddie. It's only winnings.' And breezed off to play tennis. Tennis! I couldn't have lifted a racket, let alone hit a ball. And she was all set for a game of tennis!
"It went on like that the rest of the cruise. Not often, but every few days-and then, wow! she could turn on the heat and fuck up a storm. I got so I could recognize the symptoms-her eyes would focus on me but somewhere behind my head or just above my hair and she'd start funny little cat-smiles-then whoosh-and she was flaming ready, real hot ready and grabbing for my love-muscle, moaning or humming a funny little tune.
"It went on like that after we got back home-a once-in-a-while thing, but both exciting and. exhausting, and picked up tempo a little on the Caribbean cruise and the one to Peru. It seemed we were always going someplace, but then, Mother Darling was restless, always wanting to see new places-or revisit old ones.
"A couple of years of that, and I got so J could predict fairly well when she'd come rampaging in, wanting a good reaming out. I was getting pretty good in the reaming department and the sessions weren't quite so exhausting though still hectic. Those session were also giving me ideas. I mean, if she liked screwing that much, maybe there were others. Earlier, I'd been sort of leery, not knowing if girls liked getting fucked or were just putting up with it.
"For practice I made a pass or so at some of the older babes-dolls still in their thirties, nothing really decrepit-and found out they liked it. Not like her, but liked it.
"All that's very nice. Getting pussy is fine, but I was beginning to want something besides just nooky. Sure, it's fine with older women, but I started dreaming about something more my stable-mate size, some chick around sixteen or eighteen, with real young tits, creamy skin, and a tight twat. Someone I was reaming, not someone out to have me ream 'em. Ever get that feeling? Even when you're on to what anybody would say was a good thing you're still looking around for just that particular chick.
"I found her on the cruise down to Dakar. She was an American, maybe just a touch hippie but as cute as a basket of kittens, traveling with an aunt who thought she was a dragon and spent most of her time asleep in a deck chair. So Clarissa-that's the chick-had considerable free time except on shore excursions, when the aunt got real eagle-eyed and suspicious of every Moroccan or Arab or Berber who happened to pass by.
"I didn't quite work the 'come take a look at my etchings' bit but I did suggest Clarissa might want to see some of my slides from other trips. Maybe she did like to look at slides-and maybe she had an inkling of what I wanted to look at. Her naked. Anyway we did a fair job of looking at slides for a while, until I got my hand on a tit. From then on it was a milk run.
"I don't think Clarissa had ever had a guy's hand on her before, in spite of pretending to be sophisticated and hippie. She just sort of melted, moaning. It was almost too quick for me. I hadn't yet figured out how to undo her blouse, but I worked it out quick enough and wriggled her out of those tight jeans she wore, till I had her naked and moaning, twisting on the bed and saying over and over, 'No! Please! No!' and not meaning it.
"She had cute, young tits, real fresh-looking, with small nipples and tiny pinkish-beige rings around 'em. There wasn't anything but real soft downy fuzz around her cunt-I mean, real young, and practically edible all over. She kept pulling my head down and kissing me, really grinding her mouth into mine-not good technique but very exciting.
"I played with her snatch, sliding my finger between the lips and teasing her clit and she just flung her arms and legs wide and lay there, staring at my face and saying, 'Please! No! Please!' I slid between her legs and threw my love-muscle up against her cunt-and she started crying. Not sobbing, just tears squeezing out of her eyes. But all the time humping up to take it. And she took it. All of my love-muscle. And worked her little twat-not very expertly, but that comes with practice-to help out, moaning and whimpering and clawing at my shoulders.
"When I shot my load into her she raised way off the bed and then dropped back, shuddering and hanging on to me, letting out soft little cries that didn't say anything and meant she'd loved every minute of it.
"Mother Darling walked in on us just about then, took a good, long slow look and backed out.
"Clarissa, her face flaming, hopped out of bed and started dressing hurriedly, crying a little and saying, 'What must she think of me! What must she think of me!'
"I tried to tell her that without her contact lenses Mother Darling couldn't tell whether it was; two seals in bed together. Which is true. And I knew her eyes had been giving her a little trouble so she wasn't wearing her contact lenses-and she's too vain to break out her glasses, which she does sometimes to read fine print on contracts and such, but always in private.
"I didn't convince Clarissa, who was still having the shakes when I walked her up to the bar for a limeade; Even so, she put on a good act for her aunt, who had been dozing all the time. So she was okay.
"I knew I wasn't, though. Mother Darling may not have been able to tell who was in that bed, but she sure knew one of them was me. And I was going to catch it.
"I managed to avoid Mother Darling until dinner time, knowing she wouldn't sa
y anything at the table or in the salon afterward. It came after we went down to bed.
"I was in my cabin, knowing it was coming but not how. And she walked in, stark-naked and slinking over to the bed. I think it was the slink that gave her away. Normally she just went right after what she wanted-my love-muscle. So, if she was slinking, she was putting on an act. And she didn't know but one act-the young, wistful charmer. The rest was the real her. She was giving a bad imitation of Natalie Wood trying to do a Theda Bara vamp act.
"I just sat up and looked at her, astonished. You can't believe what a lousy actress she really is, outside her one role. I just shook my head at her. 'No, baby. We don't play tonight.' That would never have stopped her if she'd really been in the mood for a good hard fuck. Nothing stopped that. But what I said stopped her cold. She blinked at me and straightened out of that phony slink. 'It's that foolish, silly little girl! She's being giving you notions.'
"I nodded, mostly because that's how I had decided to play it, nonchalant and a trifle bored. 'Yes, that foolish, silly little girl gave me notions. Like I like 'em young. With nice firm young tits and smooth skin-without creepy, creepy wrinkles.'
"I didn't mean to hurt her. But she just stood there a moment, staring at me. Then she turned toward the mirror set in the door and walked over slowly, peering at herself, lifting first one breast and then the other and turning her head to look at her neck, and then down at the fine wrinkles across her belly. I guess that was the first time she'd taken a good look at herself in years.
"She didn't even turn toward me; she just walked slowly into her cabin, not even looking back. How'd I know she had those pills? And would take 'em-and write that goddamn, stupid note. As Mother Darling I loved her. As-that other-well, frankly I got to be scared of her in that mood, even if she was a hot number, even if we did have plenty of first-class fucking. I don't think I'll ever understand her. She was really two different people. One of them was Mother Darling, charming, gracious, even witty, and the other… God, I don't know. I just don't know."