There were home runs; return of oral favor from two and that one, of the two, rare bird who could not say no to full penetration and intercourse. Joey always carried protection and made sure the lass was well satisfied, with at a minimum of two orgasms.
Needless to say, Joey did not want for female companionship. Many of these girls had steady boyfriends and Joey was getting more from them sexually than their boyfriends were. Word-of-mouth is a wonder advertisement! Still, Joey had desires that were not being fulfilled. There was one female, a full-grown woman, who perplexed him and filled him, of late, with a lustful desire. He’d spent many a night listening to her sexual moans and groans as he stroked his cock and lusted after her.
Jane, Joey’s mother, was 38 years old, 18 years younger than her husband. Blonde, her hair worn in a short, pig-tail much of the time, she was 5′ 10″ tall, approximately 185lbs, robust in every area. People called her a whore. She was not. She had a good job at a local retail outlet in the lady’s department, providing her a good living. She just liked to fuck and preferred her partners, sailors always, to be considerably older than she. She liked to rationalize that fact to her husband to make it easier for him to accept the fact, he knowing, that she fucked around on him when he was out to sea. That she was the prefect wife when he was home, never saying no, being an exceptional piece of ass, kept him pacified. Had he not had his own strange ass in world wide ports?
Jane did not hide her tendency to frequent the local bars, drink conservatively, and bring home a strange sailor 4 or more nights a week. Her excuse to Joey; she didn’t like being by herself at night. The sailors were always introduced to Joey as being an uncle or friend of his stepfather. There were no other excuses offered should Joey see the fellows in less than full attire or naked, though Joey, up until recently, had never saw his mother in anything less than a housecoat.
Four months ago was the beginning of his lust, his incestuous lust, for his mother.
She had brought home a large, unattractive sailor of perhaps 50 years. Most unexpectedly and bizarre, he had spied the man atop his mother on the large sofa at the front of the house as he went to take a leak. Only his mother’s head, partial thighs and knees were visible as they were mostly dressed, but their body motion clearly transmitted that when they were engaged in sexual intercourse. That, and her moans and groans. The sailor mostly grunted.
He was instantly mesmerized by his mother’s aggressive movements. He had watched for only brief minutes before the older guy groaned and came. Still beneath him, his mother was furious and berated the man for not waiting, or caring, for her own orgasm. She ordered him off her and out of the house. As he struggled up, it was clear that he was intoxicated. He had refused to leave without a good-bye kiss, pawing her as she slapped at him.
Joey hurried to his bedroom and returned with his BB gun and started pelting the man with BBs. Angry, threatening bodily harm, the man was no match for the pounding Jane was giving him and the sting of the closely fired BBs. Fumbling with his pants to fasten them, the swabby finally made it out the front door, down the steps and across the narrow street, Joey following him, continuing to shoot him from the front porch, all the way to and around the corner.