en Mankowitz was getting just what he needed and deserved after the long day. His little Ben was getting the ride of his life. The Duchess, his woman, was riding him hard, pumping up and down on him like she was riding a pony.

"Oh yeah, Ben, fuck me Daddy! Oh yeah, you're the best Bennie, give it to me hard... oh!" She squealed and moaned like he was splitting her open. Ben actually wasn't giving anything to her; she was doing all the work. And working hard she was. He loved it when she talked dirty.

He watched her gyrating above him, while he just laid back. "Countess, you sure know how to make a guy feel good. I think little Ben's gonna shoot soon. Call me some names again sugar, come on baby... " he said and thrust up as hard as his fat tired body and the position would allow him.

"Ooh, Daddy, is little Ben gonna fill me up? Come on King, fuck the Countess hard! Oh, Bennie I'm cominggggg..." A banshee's wail followed that was heard all the way down the hall of The Holiday Inn in 29 Palms, California.

Her squeal did the job. Ben Mankowitz grabbed the Countess' big tits, farted, then ejaculated. It was the best orgasm he had had in years. "What got into you Countess? I'll have to bring you to the desert more often."

"I just thought you deserved a little extra lovin' Bennie, that's all. You know I love little Ben, and you've been so good about helping me find Tommy, I just wanted to show you my appreciation." She lifted herself up and off Ben's soft dick, and plopped herself down on the bed next to him, carefully hiding the rolls on her tummy with her arm.

He knew why she had fucked him so hard all right. She did love his little Ben, but she wanted to make sure he continued to help him search for her runaway son, the little faggot. She should know that after five years of him sticking around, he would help her. But being a woman in a man's world--and being alone all those years with the kids--had taught her that she had special charms that worked. Using her sex went a long way with most men, including him.

She had asked him if he would fly to Los Angeles with her. Her daughter Robin had told her that the faggot was "in love" and had run off to the desert with a man. He wasn't really sure he wanted them to find the boy, but he had come with her, of course. A good way to get a little vacation as well he thought since he hadn't really been doing much except feeling sorry for himself recently.

"Come here Countess, gimme a little more sugar," he said to her as he watched her fussing with her hair in the mirror. "Give the hair a rest, little Ben's feeling a little frisky already. This time, I'm gonna show you some appreciation." He wagged his little hard dick at her, and she laid back and let him enter her again.

onnie was 28 years old when he had met her. He had been 38. They had met for drinks, then dinner, a blind date set up by a mutual friend. She was charming, intelligent, a knockout. Big tits, big ass, big red hair. She was all he could think of after that.

She wouldn't let him fuck her that first night, but she did the second. Within a week, he was having dinner with her two brats, and within another week he asked her to marry him. He was hooked.

"Marry me Connie, I love you," he said after they had put the kids to bed. "Marry me and you'll make me the happiest man alive."

"Oh Ben, stop that now! You hardly know me, and besides I've got a company to run. Countess Connie Cosmetics won't run itself! I wouldn't make a very good wife, and you're hardly the Daddy type."

She had two kids: the girl 13, and the little boy 10. The girl Robin was tall and gangly, but pretty enough. The boy Tommy, however, was a fruity little thing. Too smart, he was always whining or crying, and had a habit of walking in on him and the Countess at the wrong times. Why'd he have to meet the woman of his dreams and her turn out to have two fucking kids?

e didn't know what got into him sometimes. What was he thinking? He loved the Countess, it's just that those damn kids--that damn girl rather because he chooses to not remember the incident with the boy--they made him do it.

It had only been twice, damn her. How could she have been stupid enough to get pregnant? And the Duchess, what if she found out? He knew he was dead meat if she found out her newest grandbaby was actually his. Fuck, he was gonna be a Daddy, and The Countess a third time Grandma. Ben, you've made a big mess this time.

Countess had been ignoring him for her business for awhile. He had been let go by General Motors after 15 years and had been just hanging around the house doing nothing but watching re-runs. The little cunt Robin wouldn't let up.

"I don't know what she sees in you, Ben. You're just a big-fat-brier-brains-for-shit-leech feedin' off my Mom!" she had screamed at him. She and her two nigger babies had come over to raid the refrigerator.

He had grabbed her, torn off her blouse, then had told her to put the brats to bed for awhile so he could fuck her skinny little hillbilly ass. She tried to scratch at his face, but he had grabbed her flailing arms and threatened to beat up the little shits if she didn't. He fucked her on the couch, then she and the brats left. She didn't tell the Countess, and nothing happened, until the next time something happened.

That time he had gone to her house. He threatened to fuck her faggot brother again if she didn't let him, and well, the stupid bitch believed that if she did him, he wouldn't try to. "Try to" was just a threat. He probably wouldn't try that again, as the little faggot had almost taken his balls off the first time.

So here he is in California, hopelessly still in love with the Countess. Her son was a no-good runaway in love with some pervert, and her daughter was going to have his baby. He poured himself another Scotch, thinking about the gun he had left at home and how easy it would be to use it to end the torment and pain he was feeling, thinking about how it would sound as he cocked the hammer and slid it into his mouth. Thinking about how scared he was of the future.

e and the Countess talked to the Sheriff and his Deputy earlier in the day and explained what the deal with her son was. They said it shouldn't be too hard to find the boys if they were anywhere in the vacinity. Real good guys those two.

They were right. Shortly after the marathon sex the Countess had given him, the Sheriff called them and said they found the little faggot and his lover man. They were both being held at the jail in 29 Palms for the night. Since the Countess had been told she wouldn't be able to see her boy until morning, I thought I would take her for a drive through the desert to try to calm her.

Maybe he thought--as she cried next to him in the car--he could turn things around. He loved her so much, even if she did look like a raccoon right now. She acted tough, but look at her crying about that good-for-nothing fag son. She deserved better. She deserved better kids and maybe she deserved better than him. Maybe they could send the boy to a boarding school, maybe he could get another position with General Motors since things were picking up again, maybe she'd give in and marry him. Maybe the kid wouldn't look like him. Maybe he should just taste the gun after all.

He was driving fast through the desert. It was a cool evening, so dark he could barely see the road. He was thinking of pulling over to hold her for a bit when he saw something run out in the road. He slammed on the brakes and they screeched to a halt.

"What's that Bennie, a wolf?"

"No Countess, I believe that's a coyote. A fucking coyote that almost got himself run over."

The Countess dabbed at her eyes with a damp Kleenex. The coyote stood staring at the car lights frozen in the middle of the road, looking kind of like the way Ben felt.

He slammed his foot on the gas pedal, and almost reached it before it darted from the road and disappeared. "Fucking mongrel," he mumbled as he continued on through the cool desert evening.