Me, My Friend Bill, and His Mother -- 4 - Sex Stories

Me, My Friend Bill, and His Mother -- 4

... His jaw dropped. I didn't believe a word I was saying, but obviously Bill . did "No fucking shit? A real whore? Like, she charges money for sex?" "Yeah, if I'm lying, I'm dying, swear to God. Only trouble is, Bill, I got no place to meet her... except... here in your house." "No way, Neal! If my mom found out, she would kill both of us! My dad, too!" I started stomping around in frustration. "C'mon, Bill! I can't pass this up! Listen, if your mom is at one of her meetings on, say, Thursday, we could both leave school early and meet up here. And I'll ask the whore to give you a sex lesson, too. How about it? We both'll get some real pussy!" Well, Bill was not that easy to convince. Took me ten minutes to finally get him to agree to ask his mom what her schedule was like next week. Then I heard a car pull up outside, and we went downstairs, because it was almost Bill's supper time. As Bill went to the living room to greet his dad, I snuck into the kitchen, where Betty was cooking. "Hey," I whispered intensely, "I got an idea. Keep Thursday open for you, me and Bill, but tell Bill that you'll be home real late that day! I'll tell you more Tuesday." She grinned real big and told me, "Good job, sweet baby!" I felt like a million bucks. I had a hard-on all the way home. - - - - - It was Tuesday and I knocked on the Bakers' front door. It opened. “Oh, hi, Neal. Come on in. I just made a pitcher of lemonade.” Three minutes later, we were in the ‘den’ up in the attic. We were both ...

... drinking lemonade naked on the folding bed. She was fondling my stiff pecker as if she had never seen one before. Her breasts pressed against my arm and chest. I felt magnificent and powerful. I decided to express this verbally. "Fornication!" I said, casually. "Adultery, sodomy, fornication and masturbation. Those are the things I want to do with you. Especially fornication." She actually blushed. Then she started breathing faster. Her hand thrilled up and down my rigid shaft a little faster. "Neal, when you talk dirty to me, it makes me so fucking horny! Now tell me, what plans do you have for Bill and us Thursday? Am I gonna get to fuck my son? Well, actually he's my step-son; he was adopted. But I think of him as my son. You know what I mean. Am I really gonna get to fuck him?" So I told her about the mysterious "whore" I met at my church, who agreed to give a sex lesson to Bill and I in return for me keeping her secret. She would demand that Bill had to be blindfolded, and not able to remove his blindfold. This meant Bill had to have his hands tied to the headframe of the bed. For her part, Betty, playing the "whore", would have to keep silent while she had sex with her son. She even had to smell different so Bill would not recognize her. Betty could rub her naked tits all over Bill; she could play with her son's dick, masturbate him, or even suck him off. But she had to be totally silent. The whole time I was explaining this, Betty was doing lewd and lascivious things to ...