There is nothing more sacred and self-sacrificing than a mother's love. Whatever men might do, women would never sexually molest a child, as their maternal instincts are too strong.
Are those statements true?
A generation ago, most of us would have said yes; and in a way showed surprise that the question should even be asked.
A more sophisticated population now would add qualifications. Some mothers are truly interested in their children's welfare even at the cost of their own. Some women would never, under any circumstances, touch a child lustfully.
Human nature hasn't changed, of course. I daresay there is exactly the same percentage of sexual aberrations, in all categories, as has existed since mankind thought of themselves as civilized. Nor are the taboos themselves changed. Incest is still illegal in our own United States, and everywhere else with a codified social system. Child molest is banned in, at least, the Christian nations. Homosexuality has gained increasing acceptance, but that is the only sexual difference of growing respectability that comes to mind-and even it is not exactly celebrated. took place in a home which seemed outwardly to be a happy and contented one.
The heroine, Betty, was a housewife who fulfilled her duties but found personal fulfillment strangely elusive. She believes that husbands can always find sexual diversion outside the home, while she and similar women are chained to their families and without outlets for unused sexuality:
Betty first seduces the paper boy, and then eventually her son Bob. She may seem shameless to some readers, and indeed she sees little wrong with her actions. It is precisely because Bob is her own son that she feels free to enjoy his body and teach him to enjoy hers.
Her rationale is that she is binding the family together even more closely, and gratifying both herself and her boy in the process.
Three Ways with Mother by Vicki Keyes goes even farther, in that it features two mothers and two sons. The women seduce each other's son and then their own. Experimenting in incest, they wallow in the sort of freedom many of us would reject. But somehow, in the so-called "new morality," they've lost their guidelines, their sense of themselves as "nice women." They believed they were carrying accepted permissiveness to a natural and inevitable end.
An exception to these generally lighthearted tales is Mama Loves Every Boy. Nancy Ledbetter has written a serious novel that reads almost like a case history, and is exceptionally well done even though-or perhaps because-it is. explicit.
The first line reads: "My unusual sex urges began fifteen years ago when I was thirty," and it goes on from there.
The change then is not in what we do, but what we think about it, and say about it. We're letting a lot of human "sins" out of the closet today.
And, naturally, our fiction writers are right up there in the foreground, stepping a foot or two beyond where the rest of us have yet dared to go.
Many of our changing attitudes first come to public awareness through novelistic treatments. Fantasies they are, these novels, yet as important to our individual consciousness as if they were case histories from a psychiatrist's or social worker's notebooks.
Sex is supposedly no longer a taboo subject, but many of us still feel ashamed of our sexual fantasies, and many deny they even have them. Yet just about everybody has sexual fantasies of one sort or another, although many times they are disguised even in our own minds. How much we are aware of our sexual fantasies depends on many things: education, age, family background, frustrations and emotional relationships.
Some say that the basis of fantasies is firmly established in a person's early youth, even by the age of five or six. This is in line with the psychiatric theory which postulates that our future emotional development is established at the same early age.
The specific subject of mother/son incest fantasies is surprisingly popular, considering the almost universal taboos against it. Or perhaps, the interest in it is because of the taboo rather than in spite of it, on the familiar forbidden fruit theory.
It's worth touching briefly on the restrictions against incest though they are doubtless familiar to everyone. Most civilized societies have banned sexual intercourse between close family members, variously defining family as to include from what we call the nuclear family (mother, father, sons and daughters) to various degrees of affinity. In some cases in-laws and cousins have been included in the taboo, in others not. The reasons for the restrictions are mainly those engendered by property rights, or by the need for structure in the family.
The Judean-Christian cultural concepts, which we as a nation have inherited, have always forbidden sexual connections within the immediate family. The strength of the family unit was vital to its survival, and it could be damaged by relationships within it which did not follow a rigid pattern. Hebraic law proscribed incest and defined the degrees of relationship which were forbidden.
Christians too considered incest to be a moral offense, and this was passed down to us by our Puritan fathers. Furthermore, the laws of inheritance could be undone if it were not apparent to all who was the father of a child. Just as in the demand for virgin brides, our splendidly property-minded ancestors insisted on controlling and regulating intercourse for that reason.
Above all, incest between mother and son was so abhorrent it was hardly recognized as possible. From virgin bride to pure and self-sacrificing mother, women were pressed into rigid molds. As a matter of fact, the maternal instinct is strong indeed and mothers usually are the very protective beings we imagine they are. When Abraham Lincoln wrote that everything he was, he owed to his "angel mother," our recognition was immediate.
Yet in my years as a medical-psychiatric-sexual writer, I've become aware of a wholly different breed of women who are female first, and only incidentally or accidentally mothers. They may be equally loving and nurturing as others, but they-consciously or unconsciously-desire to have sexual contact with their sons.
It is possible that more of these women are surfacing, or acknowledging and acting on their feelings, as our society changes and previous moral standards relax.
Another mistaken idea is that all males, at all times, are and should be the sexual aggressor. Consequently there is something rather comic in the idea of a man or youth who complains of sexual molestation.
Our concepts of motherhood are changing, as they should. It was some years ago now that writer Philip Wylie startled the world with his novel, A Generation of Vipers. In it he postulated a wholly different concept of motherhood in which mother love became known as "mother love." Other writings continued the idea with reference to the "silver cord," the umbilical cord which links a domineering mother with her children long after the physical tie is cut. Sigmund Freud of course also contributed, with his theories holding that a child's problems stem always from a mother's mishandling. "Momism" became a recognized facet of motherhood.
The writers anthologized here have chosen to write about mother/son incest and we are presenting selected chapters which seem to typify various aspects of the relationships. In Ganging Up On Sonny by Didi Roberts, the incestuous contacts
Mary has been an obsessive-compulsive . housekeeper, and a nagging mother, and a frigid wife. When she changes overnight, at first her husband is delighted. Then he discovers that she has changed in more ways than he knew, beginning with seducing their eight-year-old son.
Mary is in and out of mental hospitals for years, but the reader will be happy to know she eventually is cured and leads a satisfying life, neither frigid nor neurotically oversexed.
Not only the women must be considered, as the boys who are their "victims" sometimes initiate or at least consent to the pleasurable action. In Sex and Today's Adolescent, Dr. Frank Tribur comments on such boys:
"The adolescent of today is generally much more aware of sex than was the generation of yesterday. He is more developed, more conscious of his body and its sexual functions. I would say it is likely that some thirteen- and fourteen-year-olds practice intercourse regularly."
Toni Nash, author of A Holiday with Mother, evidently agrees. Mother Jessica Turner has a thing for boys, and her son Scotty is more than willing. The opening chapter of the novel, excerpted here, shows us how quickly an interested couple can get things moving, related to each other or not.
Young Peter for Mom, again by Didi Roberts, is a celebration of sexuality. Heroine Betty seduces first one young boy, then another, and her ambitions mount. She's a wife, and a mother-of a young girl as well as a boy-but none of this dismays her in the least.
Thoroughly carried away by her successes with the youngsters, she plans a party in which, she believes, she can have intercourse with all the youngsters and even involve her own son. What happens at this party? Read on . . .
Big Enough for Mom is particularly timely now when so may adopted children are seeking out their natural parents-just as Vic, in this story, looks for and finds his mother, Terry James. The severely frustrated woman feels more than mother love for the handsome boy, and they soon become involved with each other sexually. This novel is by Erika Norman.
In Mom's Sensuous Sons by Joyce Martin, we are shown exactly how a mother can fantasize and dream about her own flesh and blood, as sexual objects rather than in the more conventional way.
Erika Norman gives us another well-done story of incest in Mom and Her Kid. Joan Grant is a mother in name only, since she gave up her son to her ex-husband when the child was born. But the boy's father was about to remarry, and his fiancee did not want Jay. Forced to take the twelve-year-old, Joan finds herself enjoying motherhood in a way she certainly didn't anticipate.
And in a third demonstration of the way life can turn out differently than we expect, Erika Norman gives us An Orgy for Mom. This mother, Trudy Worth, is a normally sexual human being who has repressed her needs for years, preferring a career to marriage and motherhood, and even shunning the affairs which might be considered normal in her situation. But her twin boys, rejoining her after the death of their father, quickly take care of that, showing her that she's not superhuman after all.
Mary McLean is another dissatisfied wife, in Mother Loves Best by Carolyn Hunt. Her husband Curly is the only man who has ever touched her in the eighteen years of their marriage, but his touch is no longer very exciting. She didn't mean to "sin" with her boy Junior, but somehow it all just happened.
Joyce Morrison in Eating with Mother in a delightful fictional way examines the problems of older-woman/younger-man and older-man/younger-woman. Betty McCall is insanely jealous of her husband's relationship with his seventeen-year-old daughter by a previous marriage-whether justified or not. Paul having gone off on a trip with the little blond girl, Betty lets her rage and sexual possessiveness drive her into seducing her own son.
The scene excerpted here follows this speech by the aroused mother. "Lots of mothers teach their sons just about all there is to know about sex, honey. Would you like Mother to teach you about necking and things? . . . Mother will be waiting for you on the couch in the living room."
Do these things really happen? They do-at least in the pages of these novels! More than that, we'll probably never know.
Betty wanted to take the clothing off of her son. His jeans and shirt were a barrier between her and his delicious body. Her hands were moving high on his thighs.
The boy had his eyes closed and his head turned away from his mother. He was trembling with excitement.
"It'll be all right, Bob. I want to see you."
"Oh, Mom. ..."
"I'm going to take off your clothes just like I used to do when you were little."
Bob tensed up. The thought of being exposed in front of his mother was frightening. He wanted to do it. He wanted to feel her hands on his flesh. Yet, he was afraid.
Betty unbuttoned his shirt. She peeled it off him. His perspiration had made it stick to his back.
His skin was smooth and soft. She kissed his back. The goose bumps sprang up on him. Her lips were cool and soft on him. He had never felt anything so wonderful!
Bob had his eyes closed so that he could not see what his mother was doing. She took off her own top and bra so that her big breasts hung free.
Then she began to take off his pants. She pulled both the jeans and his underwear at the same time. In an instant, he was exposed before his mother!
She hurriedly took off her skirt. She settled beside him again and looked at his body. It was gorgeous!!
His cock was standing straight up in the air. There was already a bead of semen on the tip of his penis. It stood there shimmering like a liquid jewel on the round head.
It was glorious!
Betty could not contain herself any longer. She had to have her son!
Her tongue snaked out and licked the gleaming drop on his prick. The boy groaned. She did not stop there. Her mouth covered the head of his hard rod.
Even that was too much for the boy. He shot off! His mother hungrily drank down the hot fluid that jetted out of him. The forceful spray splattered into her throat.
She sucked on him. She licked him. She drank him dry!
Bob twisted about and moaned. His hands clenched at the sheets of the bed. His hips gyrated from side to side! But his mother did not lose him. She closed her lips gently but firmly around his cock. She stayed with him until he finished.
Betty felt the boy's cock soften in her mouth. But it did not become completely flaccid. She knew that he would be good for at least another climax.
"Did you like that, son?"
"Ummmm...."
"You have much to learn, Bob. I'm your mother. I'm the one who should teach you."
"It felt so funny, Mom."
"Yes, dear. But that tingling that you must have felt is what it's supposed to be like."
"Oh."
"Don't be afraid. I want to feel you some more. See, if I rub you again, you'll get hard."
"Ohhhh...."
"There. Doesn't that feel good? Here ... Ill rub on your fine balls. They feel so lovely there in your sac. You have a very good cock, son."
"Really?"
"Yes. I'm proud of you."
Betty massaged her son until his young meat was stiffening again. The boy was moaning quietly. She was enthralled with the action of his cock. She loved to watch it swell.
It was almost completely hard. The caress of her hands on his shaft sent waves of hot flashes through his balls and cock. His whole body was vibrating in hot expectation.
Betty knew that she had to work fast if she wanted to feel her son climax in her cunt. But she knew that he was still frightened. It would be better for her to take the lead this first time.
She got up on her knees and straddled the boy. She looked down at his hard cock straining up at her. She could see the slit on his cockhead where his young seed would pour forth.
Betty held his cock in one of her hands. She would guide it into her juicy hole. She prepared to lower herself onto that stiff cock of her son.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Bob. I want to feel you inside of me. You'll see how wonderful it will be."
"Mom...."
"Don't worry, son. Just relax and feel how good it will be. I have a hot, wet hole that will feel marvelous on this great cock of yours."
The boy kept his eyes shut. Betty did not know if she should insist on his watching his first. Then she decided that there would be many times to come. She would let him indulge his embarrassment for this time.
Betty began to lower herself. Her cunt was so wet that little rivulets of juice flowed down the inside of her thighs. She was almost steaming!
As she got nearer to his cock, he felt the heat coming from her widened hole! The boy tensed up. This was going to be it! All that he had heard through the walls was going to be shown to him now by his mother!
The boy gulped in anticipation.
His mother's cunt got nearer to his cock.
Then, there was contact! The big tip of his prick met the sticky wet hole!
He groaned! Betty did not waste any time. She let her hips come down over him. She did it as slowly as she could. But she was afraid that he would come too soon.
She felt her son's cock drive up into her! The shaft pressed out against her cunt walls! The sensation was marvelous! She pressed down hard on him!
His shaft was all the way inside of her! She pressed hard so that the head of his prick lodged itself at the back of her vagina! The boy groaned!
"This is it, son! You're in me! It's wonderful! You feel so wonderfully hard! You're filling me up!"
"Ohhh... Mother!"
"Yes, son. OH! It's so good! You're so hard."
"OHHHHHH ..."
"Easy, Bob. Don't thrash around so! Move your hips. Go up and down with them."
"AHHHH..."
"Not yet, Bob!"
But the boy was too excited. The thought of being in his mother's cunt was too much for him! His cock was swelling inside of her. She felt it expand!
Betty loved the feeling of her son growing in her. She knew that he would shoot soon. Oh! It was so marvelous! His cock was hard but velvety smooth.
She was hot to cum. She moved her hips so that his cock pulled in and out of her. Her muscles clamped around his cock.
She reached for his balls with her hand.
That did it! The boy grimaced and cried out!! His fists clenched at the sheets! His hips rolled from side to side!!
He was cumming!
Betty felt his hot seed spew into her cunt!!
Her son was fucking her! His semen drenched her cunt!! Once ... twice ... the sperm bathed her insides!
She felt his hot, bubbling young manhood splash into her cunt! His cock was lunging and convulsing in her! She tightened her muscles to hold him in place!
"OOOOOOOOOhhhhhh...."
"OH! YES! Do it to me, son!! Fuck me!"
"AHHHHHHHHHhhhh...
"Yes! I feel you! Let it come into me!!"
Betty rocked her hips on the boy. She slammed down hard on his cock! She felt the hard shaft impale her!
Then again! For the third time, the boy sent a load of semen into his mother!
She cried out! Her activity had massaged her clitoris! She was cumming too! The walls of her cunt contracted on the boy's hard rod!
They both cried out!
When Betty finally rolled off of her son, they were both panting like steam engines. The boy just lay there on his back. His cock hung limply over his balls.
She could feel the thick liquid that frothed between her legs. Her crotch was soaking wet with the juices of them both. His cock too was wet and shiny. His balls were dripping with cum.
They had stained the sheets. The essence of the mother and her son was there. The room smelled of sex.
They both lay there with their chests heaving. It had been a good fuck for them both. The boy would still not open his eyes. He felt good, but strange. He did not yet know what all of his feelings meant.
He had just shot-off inside of his mother.
The boy did not know what to think about that.
Betty had far fewer qualms than her son did. She had loved feeling him inside of her. It was as if he had returned to her womb from where he came.
"Are you all right, Bob?"
"Yeah, Mom...."
"Did you like it?"
"Yeah...."
"I thought that you were very good. You have a fine cock. All you need to do is learn."
"Really?"
"Yes, Bob. I think that any woman would love to fuck with you. I'll teach you all you need to know."
"Are we going to do this again, Mom."
"Yes."
"What about Melinda?"
"Your father will take care of her. He's going to teach her how to fuck too."
"She'll like that."
"That's good. We'll all be sleeping together then. I think that will be fine."
"Mom."
"Yes, Bob."
"Do other families do this."
"Yes, I'm sure that they do, son. No one ever talks about it, that's all. Many families fuck."
"Oh."
Betty gave her son one final kiss on the lips. She kissed him lightly but securely. Her tongue moved over his lips to moisten them. The boy did not move.
She dressed herself and then she dressed the boy. There was a new motherly need in her to take care of him. She wanted him to be comfortable. Perhaps she was babying the young boy who had just let his seed go inside of her.
Betty could not help it. She felt so close to her son now that she had fucked him. It was as if there was a new bond between them.
She held his hand as they walked back to the kitchen together. They talked together while she finished preparing dinner. It was good between them. Bob calmed down so that he was not so shy with her anymore.
Betty knew that it was all right.
Betty did not tell her husband that she had already fucked their son. She thought that it would make him too nervous. All she did was prod him to get to Melinda.
She knew that once Bill had fucked then-daughter, he would feel better about it. He would lose his nervousness over their incest once he did it to her.
Bob had already told his sister that he had fucked with their mother. Melinda was envious of him. She felt left out since days had already gone by without her father having made any advances to her.
But then it was the weekend. Bill would not have to get up and go to work. He knew that this would be the day to do it. He was nervous.
Betty knew that he was planning to fuck Melinda when he asked her to go to the car wash with him. The girl had happily agreed. She, too, thought that when they were alone her father would show her the joys of sex.
As they pulled out of the driveway, the mother turned to her son. She planned to feel him in her again while Bill was fucking their daughter.
Betty did not waste any time getting Bob into the bedroom for their second fuck. It would be a good day to explore more than they had the first time together.
The boy was more eager than frightened this time.
Betty's thirteen-year-old daughter had a problem, but she didn't want to go to her mother for advice. Susan figured that anybody Mom's age was over the hill, much too ancient to have any solution for teenage worries. Besides, ever since the divorce, she'd blamed Betty for losing the children's father. Nursing her secret grudge, she felt increasingly alienated from Betty. Instead, she tried to get her brother alone for a serious conversation.
She cornered him in his room after school the next day. Don, though he was anxious to change clothes and stroll down the street to Carol's house, listened to his sister sympathetically.
"I don't get it," he said. "Why should Mr. Gordon want to talk to a kid all the time?"
"I'm no kid!" Her eyes flashed indignantly, then she went on, "What he says is he wants to talk about Mom. He gives me cokes and-promise you won't tell, Donnie?-twice he let me drink beer! Anyhow, he says he wants to get to know Mom better but she won't go out with him, and he wants to know why. But then, he," she paused and blushed. "Don, he kind of flirts with me, too, you know? Pats me and kisses my cheek and all that."
"Dirty old man," Don said in disgust. "Why'd you let him?"
"Because I like it," she confessed. "Geez, Donnie, how'm I ever going to find out anything? The boys my age don't know any more than I do!"
He was about to scold her but then he recalled his own exciting experiences. Maybe Susie had just as much right to her curiosity as he did. He looked at her, suddenly realized she'd begun to fill out and develop. Her hard little boobs weren't much compared to his mother's or Carol's, but he hadn't discovered till that moment she had any at all. And somehow her hips seemed to have developed curves. Last time he'd really looked at her, she'd been a skinny little slat of a girl.
"What else did he do?" he asked, curious in spite of himself.
"Promise you won't tell? I asked him, I heard kids talking about it and I didn't want to seem dumb, so I asked him what a soul kiss was. And a French kiss."
"What'd he say?"
She blushed more furiously red than before. "He showed me. Don, it's when you stick your tongues in each other's mouths. Did you know that? It's a lot of fun!"
"It doesn't sound like fun. Yech!"
"Well, it is! You wanna try it?"
"With my sister?" Then he thought about it and realized in spite of his sexual adventure with Carol, she'd never even kissed him. "I dunno, you wanna?"
Instantly the slim little girl swarmed into his lap. Her arms wrapped around him, and her piquant face was pressed to his. Kissing his own sister wasn't very appealing, but he had to admit it was fun when her rosy lips pressed on his. Her mouth opened and her sharp wet tongue snaked between his lips. In spite of himself, he found he was returning her warm embrace, running his hands up and down her back. He pushed his own tongue into her mouth and slipped a hand inside her blouse, fingering her firm tits. Damn, it was funny but he was getting all charged up! He was really annoyed when she pulled away abruptly. "Donnie! What's that?"
Shamefaced, he looked down. His cock had gotten full and stiff, poking against the front of his jeans. She'd felt it with her bare thighs as her skimpy minidress barely covered her little panties.
"Gosh, I'm sorry, Susie, I've got a hard-on. Don't be scared, it's okay."
"I'm not scared." Fascinated, she stared at her brother's crotch. "What's a hard-on? Let me see it!"
He argued with her, but he'd never been able to resist his sister when she teased and begged. Finally, reluctantly yet proud, he agreed; and opened his zipper, pulling out his swollen dick.
"Goll-leee! Does it hurt? What's it for?"
"It doesn't exactly hurt," he explained. "And it's for fucking. It goes up inside-here, take your panties off and I'll show you." He watched as the little girl stripped off the panties, thinking that she didn't look much like a woman. But on the other hand, without all that hair, he could see better exactly what a pussy looked like. "Sit on the edge of the bed there," he began to direct her.
"DONALD! SUSAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
The kids froze, terrified. Their mother stood in the doorway, jaw dropped, eyes popping. To Susie, it was just one more proof of her mother's selfishness and general meanness. Don, a year older and more responsible, was really shaken.
"Susie! Go to your room, I'll talk to you later." Betty advanced on Don, shutting the door when they were alone. "What in the world do you think you're doing, young man?"
Susie sobbed her way down the hall, more frustrated and angry than scared. She'd be darned if she'd go to her room! Her mother wanted to keep her a baby, didn't want her to have any fun. "I'll show her," she vowed, slipping down the stairs.
"Gosh, Mom, I'm sorry," Don was saying to his irate parent. "We were just-oh, shit! You and Dad never told us anything, why shouldn't Susie ask me? She hasn't got anybody else to ask about sex and things!" He too had a private resentment over the loss of his father, but this was the first time he'd let it out.
Betty didn't know what to think. Remembering her sex session with Larry, only a year older, she felt too guilty to scold. And besides, it was true, she had to admit it. She'd always meant to have a little talk with the kids, especially Susie, but she'd put it off too long, obviously. She had noticed as well as Don that the girl was beginning to blossom into a woman.
"Donald, I'm sorry." She sank down on the bed beside him, absentmindedly patting his knee. "It was-such a shock. I guess I should have talked to Susie." It was hard for her to concentrate. The boy's hard-on had wilted when she scared them, but she still had the memory of its beautiful white hardness, arching into the air. She licked her lips, and tried to tear her eyes away from his open fly. He'd forgotten it, obviously, and she didn't want to remind him.
"You're growing up too," she said. "Somehow, parents never seem to realize it."
Relieved that he wasn't in trouble, he hated to see his mother look so sad. It probably wasn't her fault after all, that their Dad had walked out. Sobs welled up in him and he leaned against her comforting shoulder. His volatile teen-age emotions fought with his idea of manliness, which didn't include tears.
"Mom, Mom, don't look so unhappy! I don't want you to be unhappy!" His hand touched one of her breasts and curled around it unselfconsciously.
Betty felt as if she'd just touched a hot electric wire. His hand seemed to burn right through her dress and bra. She'd have moved, pulled his hand away, but she felt guilty and didn't want to upset him or seem to reject him. So she sighed, and leaned into his bony young chest.
"I'm not unhappy," she assured him. "I've got two great kids and that makes me very happy indeed."
Feeling reprieved, Don snuggled closer. His hand clutched the outside of one boob, and his face buried itself in the deep valley between her tits. He felt a warm little tingle in his groin, and knew he was getting another hard-on. But it didn't matter, he told himself, his mother would understand. At least she wasn't shoving him away! His free hand began to stroke and squeeze her other tit, his palms and fingers deliciously warm with their handfuls of resilient cushiony flesh.
"Donnie...," she sighed dreamily. Hardly knowing what she was doing, her hand reached out for that fat little dick that pushed up toward his belly. "You are growing up, aren't you."
The scene with Larry had broken down her defenses, and the emotion-packed confrontation with the kids did the rest. She felt guilty of neglecting her children, and could hardly say no to either one of them because of it. Oh, she'd cooked and done the laundry and kept the house nice, even without a husband. She'd managed on the little bit of money he sent her without letting the youngsters know how difficult it was. She'd kept cheerful, saving her tears and despair for the night hours when they wouldn't upset Susie and Don. But all the same, her thoughts had centered on her own loss and she'd forgotten about or ignored theirs.
"I don't know what to do," she sighed as her fingers played around the hot pulsing rod.
"Just love me, Mommy," Don said in a childish voice.
Betty suddenly gave in. He wanted it, and she was in her usual condition of horniness. Her son's firm erection was even prettier and more tantalizing to her eyes than Larry's had been. Suddenly slipping to her knees on the floor, she carefully balanced the tumescent dick on her hands. It was shorter than Larry's, she decided, but fatter. It had a little crook in it which she thought delightful. Don quickly slipped his pants off, and she could see that his balls were fatter than Larry's too, but just as delicately ridged and rosily pink. Saliva spurted into her mouth. She ran her fingertips over the pudgy shaft and eased back the foreskin, teasing the scarlet bulb with its tiny pinhole. Her hands moved quickly to tickle his balls, slide over the flat space between his thighs, and back to pump quickly on the shaft.
"Oh, Mom, that feels so good."
"Damn it, at least I'm pleasing one of my kids," she thought, and gave way to the perverted force which was driving her. Her mouth opened wide and closed- over his cock with a wet smack. Her tongue went instantly to work, feverishly tickling the underside while her throat sucked him in. Her hands went to his ass and a middle finger probed the elastic little anal opening. She pressed in and out teasingly until the fingertip slid in his asshole with a popping noise.
Don sat rigid, terrified, watching his cock disappear in her mouth. His first thought was: what's she gonna do, bite it off? Then he felt the wet warm pressure, and shivered ecstatically. This was something else! He trembled with mixed fear and pleasure.
"Mom, hey! What're you doing? Don't bite me!
Betty was impatient, but she pulled her greedy mouth away for a moment to reassure him. "It's okay, honey, doesn't it feel good? I won't bite you, silly! Mama's going to make you very, very happy."
"Yeah," he sighed, suddenly as impatient as she was. "It's great, Mom, I'm sorry I said anything."
"Well, then." And her mouth clamped over his prick again, losing herself in pleasure. The longer she sucked, the wilder she felt! She bobbed her head up and down rapidly, mouth-fucking him hard and fast, frantic to make him cum and feel the warm sperm jetting into her throat. Her hips weaved, her cunt dripped its seemingly endless cream, her tits grew puffy and full. And her finger ground deeper into his moist asshole, pumping quickly as her throat took the full length of his hard rod. His swelling balls banged against her chin, her nose smacked his belly.
Don was dizzy with the novelty, the thrills, the surging excitement that threatened to explode every second. He was full of questions, too, but even if his parched throat could have gotten them out, he wouldn't have interrupted her again for anything in the world. It must be sort of like fucking, he thought vaguely, so he followed his instincts and her lead. He bounced back at her, feeding his cock to her in short strokes and then jabbing deep into her soft palate. He clung to her shoulders, but they were slippery with sweat so he twined his fingers in her mop of hair.
Something tingled in his balls and prick, and he figured from yesterday's experience it meant he was about to cum. But should he? Could he just go ahead and cum in her mouth? As a matter of fact, he decided, he couldn't do anything else! A spasm shook him, his stomach knotted up tightly while his balls seemed to push and strain. Then the lovely release began as everything unknotted and let go.
"Holy shit, here I go again," he muttered. "Ahhh, yeah, UEAHHH!" Squealing and bouncing, he felt the steamy liquid spurt into the back of her throat.
Betty's heart bounded happily. She swallowed and swallowed, wanting every stinging drop. And when the milky stream finally stopped, she licked his cock and balls and thighs till they were damply pink and clean.
"Shit, Mom, that was stupendous!" The little boy hugged his mother impulsively, grateful and happy. "That's as good as fucking, isn't it? Gosh, you scared me for a minute," he babbled on. "I never knew you could do it in your mouth!"
Betty shook her head to clear it. In spite of the pleasure she had sucking him off, she was still helplessly horny herself, and it made thinking difficult. She hoisted her haunches up on the bed beside him, wondering how she could tell him that she'd like to be as relaxed and happy as he was. Her fingers strayed unwillingly under her dress. What was it he'd said? It was as good as fucking! It was probably just an expression, he didn't know what he was saying.
"Hey, Mom-" he broke into her thoughts. "What about Susie? She's probably still crying in her room, while we've been having a good old time! Gosh, I forgot all about her!"
"So did I." Guilt flooded back again, warring with her body's need for satisfaction. "Oh, damn it! Whatever I do with Susie, somehow I do it wrong! Now what'll I say to her? I wonder if she could hear us?"
"Oh, no!" Don put his pants on quickly, feeling as guilty as his mother. "Mom, I'll just have to-" Then he stopped. He knew what he'd have to do, somehow, but maybe it was better if his mother didn't know. He went quickly down the hall to his sister's room and found it empty. He and Betty looked at each other, miserably.
"No telling where she is, just have to wait for her to come home," Don muttered.
"Ummmm. Listen, honey-" she paused, gathering up her courage. "Do you want to, uh, do something else? I mean, uh, you know how you felt just before you climaxed? Hmmmm, uh, well, women get that same feeling, too. Would you like to do something nice for your Mommy now?"
In spite of his worry about Susie, the boy was intrigued. Was there no end to the things to be learned? He'd thought yesterday when he and Carol fucked that he'd found out all about it.
Learning to fuck was like a ticket to the delightful grown-up world. But already today, his mother showed him there was much, much more to know.
"Sure I would, Mom! Just show me!"
This time she took him in her own bedroom, and locked the door. She wouldn't even let herself think that Susie might have been listening or-even worse-peeking. But her room was safer, in any case. Calm and brazen in her hungry need, she stripped off her clothes, chatting casually to her son. "... don't suppose you've ever seen a grown woman naked, have you. Maybe I was wrong to be so, so modest. Anyhow...."
She went on talking and Don turned his face away. He knew better, somehow, than to reveal his only previous sight of a woman's naked body. But he was interested, turning back to her, to observe the similarities and the differences. He'd always been proud of his mother's pretty face and nice figure. She dressed well, and looked young for a woman her age-whatever that might be.
Now he could see that her snatch was reddish-brown like her hair, instead of dark blonde like Carol's. Her tits were rounder, the nipples dark red rather than the brownish-red. He thought proudly that she looked every bit as good as Carol, shorter and somehow more cuddly.
'Take off your clothes, darling, and come over here," she said languidly. "Here, put your hand right up here." As he obeyed, her fat hairy labia seemed to engulf his little hand and clamp down on it. She shuddered with pleasure.
She guided his fingers to her clit, and explained what it was as well as she was able. "It's my love bump," she giggled. Because the boy really wanted to please, he stroked her shiny fat bump, wondering what it was for. He already knew the rest of it, he thought, but it was still thrilling. He pressed his fingers up into her cunt while his mother writhed and moaned.
"Kiss me, kiss me down there," she begged.
He hesitated, but put his face in the vee of her legs and discovered all sorts of delightful new feelings and scents. His tongue poked out tentatively, then he remembered how she'd swallowed his sperm and lapped noisily at her inner lips. Ummm, it was weird but good! His boyish face pressed hard into her pussy, and he tongue-fucked her. His stiff pointed tongue pressed up into her steaming cunt, finding the place that really wasn't a place at all!
I'm a wicked woman, Betty told herself, but I can't help it! She bounced lightly on his face, trying to make herself cum. His forehead pushed against her clit and that was some help, but she was still hung up, helpless, unable to release her sexual tension.
Don sensed her frustration. Up till now he'd done everything she said, but his masculine ego suddenly rebelled I can do better than this, he thought furiously. His mother gasped as he moved away from her, but he ignored her pleading outstretched arms.
"Just lie still a minute, Mom. Close your eyes," he urged. He squatted on his heels in front of her wide-flung legs, and pumped his cock quickly. It was almost hard anyhow, and he brought it to full erection in a moment. Hunching forward, he guided the stiff fat rod into her warm nest. Yeah, that's the way, he exulted. It's going in slick as a whistle!
Betty didn't believe what she was seeing and feeling. Her impulse to protest died under the pressure of her overcharged emotions. The little darling, did he think he could fuck her? Moments later she jerked in pleased surprise. He was in her, his hard dick in her starved cunt! And his strong young back worked vigorously, pounding his cock in and out in a quick, steady rhythm.
She worked her cunt strongly, squeezing to feel the dear young cock which might otherwise be lost in the depths of her womanly vagina. Lost in ecstasy, mindlessly squealing and tossing her head around, Betty was able to forget for long moments that it was her own son giving her this exciting balling. It was what her body wanted, needed desperately! She grunted with uncontrolled lust, her pelvis rocking, her boobs flopping heavily.
Don looked down at his mother and grinned. He was doing it okay, he could tell by her unrestrained enjoyment. He felt more like a man every minute, fifteen years old and fucking his own mother! Who needed his old man, anyhow? He wished they could go on and on like this, all afternoon, all evening. Fucking Carol had been fun but this was something more, something his boyish ego needed badly.
"Uh, uh, uh," she chanted, grinding down on his slim white dick. At last she had the feeling she needed, a man's meat up her hungry cunt! She knew she was about to cum, and joyous laughter spilled from her throat.
"Go, go, Donnie! Give it to me hard! Yeah, like that, you darling, like that! OHHHH! AHHHH!" Her climax thundered through her, as she arched her back and clutched the sheet with frantic hands. "ARRRGHHH!"
It was all the boy needed. His balls tightened and the stream of hot liquid began to spurt into her steaming passage.
"Mom, oh, MOMMMM!" he wailed, jerking his hips wildly as the hot load shot into her.
"Ooooff!" With a final grunt, Don collapsed into his mother's arms. His cock was limp again, slipping easily out of her wet labia. He panted and sighed and burrowed his face into the warm curve of her neck. He was happier than he'd ever been before in his life.
Betty was happy too, in spite of her conscience struggling to prick her with worries and fears. Okay, she thought languidly, so it was incest. Ill never do it again! But, damn, I just can't be sorry about it right now, when I feel so wonderful!
My unusual sex urges began fifteen years ago when I was thirty. I had no idea that they were symptoms of something seriously wrong. At the time, it all seemed as natural and pleasant as eating apple pie.
My son, Tod, had come home from catching tadpoles. He was covered from head to toe with mud. I thought he looked funny, but I didn't laugh. Sternly I ordered him to take a bath.
Tod was eight at the time. Although his chin began to quiver, I didn't let him know how I felt. I'd had a tendency to be too strict with my children, at least that's what John, my husband, said. He thought I was too severe about a lot of things, but on the day Tod came home covered with mud, my old attitudes and even my view of morality changed. It was like a great weight lifted from my shoulders.
"... and scrub your elbows while you're at it," I harangued my son as I turned off the bath water. "You knew better than to wade in there in your school clothes. I may never get these stains out."
"David and Jimmy went in first."
"What's that got to do with it? Good Lord! You'd think those two made your rules. Here. You're not scrubbing. Let me do it."
I took the washcloth from him and ran a bar of soap briskly over it. Then I began rubbing his grungy elbows.
"Terrible," I said, though I wasn't even feeling angry any more.
His little body was so tense, sitting there. I wished I could be gentle. What was wrong with me that I was so continually mean with the kids? I didn't intend it that way.
I forced myself to relax, working the smudges out with a gentler hand. As I looked down at his vulnerably thin body, I was overcome with my own meanness. Soon I was crying, my tears flooding out and spilling all over Tod. My poor little darling stared up at me, and his face filled with fear.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "What'd I do."
"Nothing," I sobbed. "Mama! I'm sorry!"
He was sure he'd done something wrong, and this only made me feel worse. Bending over, I raised his little face up and began kissing him.
"I don't mean to be cruel," I stammered. "I know little boys like to play in the mud. There was no excuse for me yelling at you the way I did. I'm the one who's sorry. Can you forgive me, Tod?"
He tensed even more. I could feel him trying to pull away from me. I needed his forgiveness, but he acted like he was afraid.
I released him ... sat back on the edge of the tub and tried to smile in an effort to draw him to me. Shifting nervously, he fiddled with the washcloth I'd dropped but he wouldn't look up at me.
How precious he was, I thought. His tousled blond hair was flopped down over his eyes. They were blue eyes, wide and clear and beautiful. His face was covered with freckles-his sister Rosemary called them polka dots-and he had a quivery, little-boy chin that made my heart burst with pride.
I hadn't seen my children to really look at them for some time. As I sat there staring at him, a light-headed feeling came over me that was simply bursting with love. Reaching for the soap, I worked up a lather in my hands. Then I began kneading the creamy suds into his pliant flesh.
He's mine, a part of my own flesh, I thought.
I worked over his shoulders until the tension began to lessen. I could see his head bob forward when he finally began to relax.
"Feel good?" I asked.
He nodded yes.
Once I started, I had no urge to quit. Inch by inch I soothed the soap into his flesh and then rinsed his skin clean. As his tightness dissolved, my own tensions began to disappear. There were taut nerves deep within me that had been tugging and pulling at me almost since I was born.
"Sweet baby," I whispered.
I worked down his chest and onto his belly. I was pleased when he leaned back and arched his stomach up to me. It was so soft and pliant, that vulnerable little underbelly. I felt his small pecker slap against my hand as I worked, but it took a while before I realized that it was quite hard!
What's this? I thought. I looked down and saw the sensual possibilities in his tiny fruit for the first time. Curiously, the thought didn't trouble me in the least. After his earlier rejection, I felt a thrill that I was able to please. Reaching down, I curled my finger around his tiny hard-on and gave it a gentle stroke.
"How's that feel?" I asked.
He'd sucked in a lung full of air the instant I touched him. Lifting his ass up, he pushed himself hard against me.
"Do it some more," he begged.
With two fingers I fucked him for a minute or two. It gave me a tremendous surge of excitement, especially because of the way it was affecting him. Anxiously he brought up his legs and squeezed them together, trapping my wrist. Then he immediately begin fucking back.
Suddenly I had to play with him ... all of him. Reaching down into the water, I picked him up, grabbed a towel, and carried him on into my bedroom, stopping only to lock the door. The water ran off of him in rivers, all the way to my bed.
He began to whimper, immediately assuming that he'd done something terribly wrong.
"I'm sorry, Mama," he whimpered. "Please! Don't hurt me. I didn't mean to."
"Hush," I whispered warmly. "Don't be sorry. Mama just wants to love you some more."
I reached down and fingered his sweet little prod, and I could feel him relax in my arms. Still, I knew I would have to be careful not to frighten him, as easily as he seemed to be alarmed.
"We're going to love each other," I said. "I'm going to play with your darling dickie, and you can play with me, too, if you like."
I laid him down on the bed. Then I undressed as rapidly as I could. Shrewdly I calculated on how much my body would affect him. Then, climbing onto the bed beside him, I took his hand and ran it over my boobs.
"You used to suck me here when you were a baby," I told him. "I always loved it when you sucked me. Do you think you'd like to pretend you're a baby now?"
Mutely he nodded, still too overcome to talk. To encourage him I reached down and stroked his sweet goober again.
He took a deep breath, then reached for my tit. A moment later, his mouth nuzzled against my nipple and then hungrily sucked it in, his hands kneading my lobes compulsively.
"You're going to have a big fucker when you're older," I whispered. (I'd never used such a word out loud before!) "You know, you're like your daddy in a lot of ways. He likes it when I play with him, too."
"You play with Daddy ... like this?" Tod asked incredulously. His eyes were widely rounded. "Certainly. That's why we both sleep in the same bed, so we can play with each other."
"Can I sleep with you?"
"No. Daddy wouldn't share me with anyone. We'll have to keep this secret. Won't that be fun?"
"Do you rub Daddy's pecker?"
"Mmmm hmmm," I purred, "and I kiss it and let him poke it up my pussy and all sorts of wonderful things."
He lay there very still, staring up at me, and I continued to play with his sweet little dick while he mulled all of it over in his mind. One finger rubbed absently against my nipple, using the same gentle stroke that he used to use on his blanket when he lay down to suck on his thumb.
"We'll have us a game, you and me," I proposed. "Every day, when you come home from school, we'll play with each other until it's time for sister to come home. We'll keep it a secret and we'll never tell anyone. Okay?"
Mutely he nodded his head.
"What a darling cock," I said.
At that moment my radio turned itself on by accident. I reached over to snap it off and noticed my Chapstick, laying on the edge of the nightstand. I picked it up and held it beside his shivering cock.
"Look. It's the same size ... exactly."
Popping off the cap, I ran the stick around my lips several times and then resealed it and tossed it away. My lips were all warm and greasy when I smiled down at my son.
"Can I kiss your pee-pee, sweetheart?" I asked. "Can Mama show you how good it feels?"
He squirmed nervously, but he wouldn't look at me. Finally he nodded his head yes.
I took my hands away from his hard, shivery prick then and let my eyes feast over his treasure. I was almost afraid to fondle his nuts, as delicate and fragile as the sac looked.
"You have the softest little balls," I mused. "I could eat them up, too. Do you want me to kiss your sweet balls when I kiss your dick?"
He groaned. I didn't wait for an answer for Tod was arching up his toys, eagerly awaiting my promised kiss. Though I loved staring at his precious prod, I paused only an instant longer before I leaned down and took his dear little dick in my mouth.
"AHHHHHHHH!" he gasped.
And I purred! The feel of his throbbing cock in my mouth was heaven. Like a hot, wet cave I surrounded him, caressing warmly, fondling wetly.
His delicate, hairless flesh set me on fire. I took first his shivering cock, but soon I was pushing in his balls, as well. Greedily I tasted of the most sensuous of all flesh.
I couldn't get enough of him! My finger was drawn to his asshole where I was tempted to further explore, but I didn't let myself push through. I couldn't take the chance of hurting him for that would have frightened him away. I had to content myself with ringing his tight little bun with my fingertips, massaging and fondling his little ass until it was relaxed and loose.
I wanted to poke into every part of him, revel in the feel and taste and smell of my darling boy that I'd never really known. Always there'd been a barrier between my children and me just as there'd been between me and my husband. I'd nag and scold when I didn't really care that they were all that perfect. What I really needed was love. Once I broke through that barrier, everything I did seemed wonderful and right.
Tod began fucking his sweet pecker in and out of my mouth. Having him shove it into me the same way that a man would was a delight.
"Ngh! Ngh!" he grunted.
I squeezed my legs together in the same anxious rhythm for my throbbing pussy had begun to ache.
I didn't touch myself with my hand because I wanted the feeling to last. When Tod began shaking, I forced myself to back away.
"Are you all right, lamb?"
He wasn't accustomed to a mother with a gentle voice. Shyly he looked up and nodded.
"Do you like Mama loving you?"
Again he nodded his head. I moved up to lay beside him again, cuddling him in my arms. He nuzzled in against me and one hand began stroking my tit. When I felt him pulling my breast closer to his mouth, I looked down and realized that he was almost sneaking it, so unsure was he of my response.
I helped him. I took hold of my tit and fed the nipple into his mouth. Then I hugged him to me warmly and let him suck.
I'd started out too anxious, I decided. I shouldn't have sucked on his pecker for some time. I'd have to be more careful in the future if I didn't want to scare him away.
I plotted carefully. It wasn't that I didn't know I was doing wrong. I knew I'd have to keep John from finding out, and I'd have to be sure that Tod didn't talk to anyone else about it, either. What was missing was any feeling of guilt. Like some mischievous child, I planned and schemed how to accomplish my ends without getting caught, even to the best methods for coaxing Tod into becoming a regular part of my game. I wasn't thinking about the moment. Already I was planning for tomorrow and the next day, too. Once I'd broken through my shell of nagging and irritation, I had to completely immerse myself in my child.
My ache was becoming critical. Rolling over on my back, I pulled Tod on top of me. Then I squirmed around until I felt his feverish little dick brush over my swollen cuntlips.
"Ahhhh!" I gasped. Then I spread open my legs and the next time his rooting cock came near, I trapped it in my smoldering cunt.
Now it was his turn to gasp. "HAAAAAAAA!"
"You sweet little fucker," I panted. "Ohhh, but that feels good!"
"Nnnnnngh," he whined.
He was twisting this way and that, squirming and burrowing to push that hungry pole of his in deeper. When he accidentally poled it into my hole, his entire body shuddered with excitement. Almost instantly he began to thrust his prod into me with hard, deliberate strokes. For a little fucker, he certainly got with the program easily. If it hadn't felt so wondrously good, I'd have laughed at the easy way he'd graduated and become a dirty old man.
How differently I saw that phrase once I lost my inhibitions. I'd once thought that even my husband was a hopelessly repeating sinner, a vile, dirty (even when youngish) man. When I'd thought of the phrase to describe Tod, I held a picture of a cuddly, teddy bear kind of a man who'd know all sorts of exciting games to play.
"Hey! That's a baby-making dance," I panted as I began to meet his small-cocked thrusts.
"Ohhhh. Harder, Mama! Don't stop!"
"Easy, darling," I cautioned. "Don't rush it. Try to make it last."
He didn't care about it lasting. All he could think of was to fuck. It was an automatic, compulsive kind of movement that varied only when he tried to screw it into my pussy tighter by rotating his hips from side to side. For an eight-year-old, he was amazingly adept.
"Harder, Mama!" he whimpered.
In my mind there were many things going on, all of them sensual. I could picture Tod and I taking baths together. As small as he was it would be easy for the two of us to ball each other in the tub. I could see us in the shower, too, with my small son staring into my pussy until he finally had to push his face into it. Wouldn't it be heaven when he wanted to suck on it for me? I knew I was going to love that. My pussy ached just to think of it.
I would make a great lover out of my son, I decided. I'd teach him everything that could please a woman, and when he'd learned all of that, I'd turn my ass over and let him learn how to please a man. I'd never been fucked in the ass before...never wanted it, but now all sorts of lewd ideas were creeping into my head.
I thought of holding his sweet penis for him when he had to piss. Soon my thoughts drifted deeper until he was spraying warm piss over my body. The idea of it burning into my cunt was deliciously stimulating.
I could play with such notions, but I dared not propose them to my tender-hearted son. I'd have to seduce him day by day until he could respond eagerly to everything.
"Keep fucking," I whispered. "Keep screwing that sweet thing in."
It never occurred to me that Tod might not be able to reach an orgasm, etc. When my own crest came gushing over me, I screamed... I stiffened . .. then I fucked and fucked and fucked.
Then it was done, yet I could feel the tense little frame of my darling son, still fucking his way up the hill.
"Cummmmm," I rasped. "Fuck off."
"Kiss me some more," he pleaded. "Kiss my pee-pee again."
I rolled Tod off of me and onto his back. Then I pressed my face to his groin. For a moment I savored the humid warmth and titillating smell. Then I realized that he was frantically fucking his pecker into thin air. I began nibbling at his root.
Can't he cum? I wondered nervously. Why hasn't he made it? Could he be too young?
Gumming my way up on his stalk, I ticked and nibbled around the edge of his head, teased a tear from his cock's eye and then sucked him in.
"AHHHHHHHH!" he wailed.
The instant I sucked his prick in, Tod began to thrust with hard, shuddering jabs. Filling both fists with my hair, he jerked my head toward him, doubling the power of his thrusts.
I reached down and stuffed his nuts in, too. That's when he began to shake. His arms and legs responded independent of either his body or his brain. I was on the verge of panic when he arced backwards, stiffened, and then he shot off his very first load. Every muscle in his body seemed to convulse.
"EYIIIIIIII!"
There wasn't much cum, but the spastically shuddering body told me that Tod thought it was great. When it was over, and we'd each regained our breath, my small son confided that it was the first time he'd ever reached a crest. He was, as a matter of fact, unaware that such a sensation could exist.
"You're kidding," I teased. "Don't you ever play with yourself? All little boys play with themselves once in a while."
"I don't like it," he said. "You can't stop it once it gets started. Always before it just went on and on.
Betty was in total ecstasy! There were young cocks stuck into her everywhere they could be! Tad's strong little cock was thrusting in her ass while she sucked on Peter's prick in her mouth. Both hands were occupied, one in Freddie's ass while he sucked on her nipple and one stroking Eddy's cock that was ready to shoot off again.
The best thing, though, was her son. His meaty young dong was slamming into her spasming cunt with all the force he could muster. Her son! Her own son was fucking her! This was what she had been waiting for so long! Oh, how her body sang as they thrust and panted, grinding their penises into her.
Peter was ready to shoot in her mouth. She felt him swell up to what were enormous proportions for him. His globs of jism came frothing into her mouth in a torrent. She drank him greedily, sucking his jerking prick for all he had.
"OHHH! I'M COMINGG!"
"UMMM!" it
With her mouth stuffed full with his cock and his creamy jism, Betty could not scream out her own throbbing orgasm that was now overtaking her! Her ass bucked around on the pecker that jammed in her ass and her son's slamming into her cunt! Waves of rolling pleasure swept over her as her vagina clamped hard and her ass muscles grabbed. Both pricks were squeezed hard as she groaned out her thumping climax!
"UHHHHHH!"
"DOITMOM!"
Her body writhed and twisted. She felt Tad explode in her ass! Her rectum felt the bubbling sperm fill it up and splash into her colon. She pressed down hard until his nuts were forced up between the crack of her ass. Little Freddie next to her had wet her side with another orgasm. She jabbed her finger farther into his ass as she kept churning her body on the other sturdy peckers.
"OHHH! I'M SHOOTING OFF! AHH!"
"ME TOOO! OHHH!"
"YEAH! UGHHHHHH! AHH!"
"OHH!"
They groaned and twisted! Their genitals were crammed full with sweet juice and the ramming of their rods. Betty groaned and moaned. She had to be careful not to bite down on Peter's prick in her mouth. He had hardened again and was preparing to slosh her full of his young sperm once more.
Then her son went off again! Her cunt filled with his burning semen! She tugged at it, her muscles clamping down hard! He cried out and thrust far into her. His balls banged against those of Tad who was embedded in her ass. And that boy, too, was creaming again and filling her rectum!
They were coming and coming! The groaning made the house sound like a brothel. Young lungs screamed out their orgasms while their peckers streamed cum into her and the room. The odor of sex rose around them as they thrashed!
It seemed as though they were intertwined that way forever! Betty had never felt so good! Every one of her openings was stopped up by a piece of young meat and she loved it! The feel of them stuffed in her was too wonderful for words. Her nipples had been erect since the first touch of a boy. Now they were straining hard, little lumps that had been sucked on and pulled at by young hands and mouths.
Her rectum had been bathed with more cum than ever before. Her own son in her cunt had filled her time and time again with his bubbling, swirling seed. She groaned from the beauty of it. These boys were all fucking her, and she needed that, she needed all of them to make her feel this wonderful!
But finally, they had spent themselves. Betty's cunt was aching from the wild contractions she had gone through while her orgasms had slammed out of her. Her ass was dripping out the boy's semen around his flaccid cock. It throbbed from the ramming she had taken back there. All of the slight discomfort was worth it, though ... it was worth anything!
She let Peter's cock pop out of her mouth. His salty cum was caked on her lips and skin. She had drunk most of it down, so many times. Now his cock was loose and rubbery from being completely spent. Tad's prick had come out of her ass. Her hands let go of Eddy's deflated cock and her finger that had been buried in -little Freddie's ass was yanked out.
Her son's lovely cock was the last to leave her trembling, sweaty body. He pulled out slowly as she told him to do. She felt every lovely inch of it as it withdrew from her dripping hole. Did he love it as much as she had? The satisfied grin on his face told her he must have!
They all collapsed together in a heap on the floor. Betty let her hands languorously explore their bodies. A cock here, a ball sac there, a little ass hole ... all these were hers to do with what she wanted. It was a perfect night for her! Betty had never been so happy to have done anything in her life.
She had not noticed the sound at first. Then, as it became more distinct, it dawned on her there was someone crying in the room. Who could it be? She looked around quickly at the boys. None of them was sobbing, in fact, they too were looking around quizzically. It did not seem to be any of them who had just partaken in the wonderful group fuck.
Suddenly, from behind the wall that led to a hallway, they saw a shadow! Discovered! Betty's heart began to pound with fear. But when the shadowy figure stepped into the room to reveal itself, she was more shocked than frightened! It was Mary, her daughter! The young girl had witnessed the entire fuck scene! What would Betty do now?
She scrambled away from the interlocking arms and legs. Her dress was crumpled in a corner. She grabbed it quickly and tried to cover her naked body with it as she headed for the girl. Mary eluded her outstretched arms and stuck her tongue out at her when she tried to comfort the crying child. Betty was afraid the child would tell her father everything when he returned home. She had to do something to calm her down.
"Why, Mary, honey ... come to mother."
"NO! You're nasty and bad! I don't love you anymore!"
"Oh, come dear! Come here and talk to me."
"NO! Get away from me!"
Betty was afraid irreparable damage had been done to the child. It was Jimmy who came to the rescue. He put his arm around his little sister and led her to the couch, talking quietly in her ear all the way. Betty thought it was strange the boy had not bothered to cover his nakedness before he approached his sister. His cock hung over his balls and swayed from side to side as he walked. Even in this moment of crisis, Betty felt a churning sensation in her cunt as she looked at his young body.
She could not hear what the boy was saying to her. She watched with the rest of the boys as the brother and sister engaged in a hushed, frantic conversation. Then something very startling happened. Jimmy suddenly bent forward and kissed his sister full on the lips! Betty could not believe her eyes as she watched what they were doing. Mary's little arms were wrapped around her brother's neck just like a full-grown woman with a lover!
It was unbelievable!
Was it possible her children had been lovers right here in her own house without her knowing about it? They must have been! That was why Jimmy had not bothered to cover his body... he knew his sister had seen it plenty of other times before! Betty suddenly felt very angry at them both! How dare they fuck with each other without letting her know about it! Those little brats! She wanted to hit them both!
But her sudden anger gave way to laughter after she had time to think about what this really meant. What a good joke on her! She had gone through all those elaborate procedures to get to fuck her son because she had thought he would be repulsed by any sexual advance she would have made toward him. Now she found out that would have not been the case at all! He had been fucking with his sister all along!
Mary's angry reaction to her mother tonight was one of a jealous woman finding her lover with someone else! The daughter was angry because her mother had fucked her brother, who was her lover! Goodness! What a confusing occurence!
Betty approached her children. She wanted to have some answers now. Some things, of course, were already explained. She now knew why Mary did not want to spend the night at a friend's house. It was because she was used to sleeping with her brother and perhaps even fucking with him every night! But Betty wanted to know more about all of this.
"All right, you two better tell me what's going on.
"Well, mom, we've been doing this ... well, this stuff for about a year or so. We really like each other. Mary thinks I'm like Dad is to you."
"YEAH! And you can't have him! Jimmy's MINE!"
"Calm down, Mary. I don't want to take Jimmy away from you, I just want to share him with you."
"What do you mean?"
Betty sat and explained to the children how there was no reason they should not continue what they were doing. After all, why should she care if they were fucking together. The only thing she wanted to do was to share their activity with them. Mary was reluctant to agree, but Jimmy was still aflame from being in his mother's expert opening and closing cunt... he wanted to share! He wanted to fuck both his mother and his sister. After some cajoling, they got Mary to agree.
It wasn't long before the nine-year-old had stripped off her clothing and was going at it with her brother in the middle of the floor. The girl did not know much about fucking, but Betty would be more than happy to teach her. Before Jimmy climaxed in the girl, Betty wanted him to stop so she could try an experiment.
"Hold it, Jimmy. Mary, wouldn't you like to fuck with one of these other nice boys, dear?"
"Why?"
"Because you'll learn more from a lot of different cocks than just always fucking one, dear."
"Okay."
Betty chose Tad to fuck her daughter because his cock was one of the more sturdy of the group. It was slightly longer than her own son's. She thought this would give her daughter some more meat to feel in her tiny cunt. She was right! As the boy drove his ready weapon into her box, she cried out as her little cunt walls were forced farther apart than ever before. Her head flailed from side to side as the boy pummeled into her. Her lovely blond hair whipped around as her small hands clutched at his back. The girl moaned out in ecstasy as the boy's cock drilled into her harder and deeper than she had ever felt.
It gave Betty a funny feeling to see her own daughter getting fucked by a boy right before her eyes. But it also made her very horny! One hand went instinctively to her crotch. She parted her wet labia and began to finger her clit. The boy's noticed her and, of course, immediately wanted to help. Her son came and knelt between her legs as she sat on the couch. He smiled up at her as he bent his head down to lick her. He started by lapping the inside of her thighs. She threw her head back and groaned long and low. Her sounds of ecstasy mixed with those of her daughter and Tad who were fucking very well, for children.
"Ummm! That's nice, son. Now move your tongue so it just runs along those red sides there. Just do it lightly so it tickles me. AHHH! YES! Take your time ... slow now."
The boy did as he was told. Betty was in heaven again. She wanted nothing more than her own son between her legs. His tongue was like an electric prod for her. It sent little shocks through her body as he began to eat her out. His nose pressed against her clit as his tongue shoved forward into her gaping hole! She groaned and let herself flow with the wonderful feelings he was giving her! Every now and then, she opened one eye to look at her daughter being fucked in the middle of the floor. Tad had climaxed in her and now Peter was climbing onto her with his cock hard and straining as it pointed up toward the ceiling.
Her hips began to move up and down as her son followed her instructions to start a rhythm between her burning clit and her big hole that dripped her sweet juice. He did as she asked, and was propelling her toward a screaming orgasm.
"UHHH! That's good!"
"YEAH! IT'S ALL THE WAY IN! I'M COMINGGG!"
The voices of Peter and Mary filtered through to her. They were talking to each other as they fucked. The boy was not yet experienced enough to know when he had embedded his cock all the way into her small cunt. They were thrashing around in an inexpert but thrilling way. The tingle in Betty's own cunt was beginning to make her dizzy. Her son was doing a wonderful job of eating her out, and doing it just the way she wanted him to!
What a night! She came again and again! Jimmy had choked somewhat on her copious flow of cunt juice, but she forced him to lap it all up. He did well eating her for the first time. She had liked the feel of his lips there on her burning hole. It was truly wonderful!
They changed partners time after time. She fucked with each of the boys, as did her daughter. They orgasmed so often Betty lost count after about twenty or so! Everyone was having a great time. There had never been an orgy like this one! The boys were beside themselves with glee. They had lost the embarrassment they had all experienced when they were with her alone. This was what they had all needed. Of course, Betty was the one who had needed this the most! She had gotten her own way and she loved it!
She slept very late the next morning. There was nothing more she wanted to do than that. Her dreams were filled with lovely visions of smooth, white pricks jabbing into her from all directions. She felt full and satisfied even in her dreams. Betty had never felt so good in her life. Jimmy and Mary had been tucked into bed together. They fell asleep even before she had left the room. Mary's hand had fallen instinctively over her brother's cock as she nestled next to him.
Now that it was morning, Betty did not feel like getting up at all. Much to her surprise, there was a knock on her bedroom door. In walked her two children, carrying a tray of toast and coffee. She was very pleasantly surprised by this. They had never done anything like it before. They were both naked to top it all off! This certainly was starting off to be an unusual day! Their lovely young bodies seemed to excite her by the mere sight of them!
They crawled into bed next to her as she crunched on the slightly burned toast and sipped at the acrid coffee they had made. She did not care how badly it had turned out, she was just happy to have them next to her like this.
"This is a nice surprise. What ever made you children decide to do something like this?"
"We like you, mom. We think you're okay."
Betty beamed at the compliment. She would have never believed it if anyone had told her this would happen. There was no way she had of knowing her children were already experimenting with sex with each other. She would have never had to go through this elaborate scheme if she had only known. But perhaps it was better this way. It had given her the opportunity to go out and try out other young pricks she loved so much.
When she had finished her meager breakfast, she snuggled with the children under the covers. Mary's little body pressed up tightly against her back as she was on her side facing her son. The feeling of the girl's budding breasts and her smooth crotch which was against her ass turned her on. That was surprising for the woman! She had never even thought about making love to anyone besides a man, or a boy. There did not seem to be any attraction without that lovely piece of meat hanging between someone's legs.
Now, however, the sensation rising in her cunt was telling her otherwise. She was actually becoming excited by the feel of her daughter's body next to hers! Could it be? There was no denying it. Jimmy's cock was hardening at her cunt while Mary's crotch was rotating against her buttocks! What a thrill! The feelings were almost too much to handle! Betty wondered what to do next. It was her own children who provided the answer for her.
"Mary, why don't you let mommy lick you while I get on her from the back."
"Okay, Jimmy."
"Wh-what!"
Betty was flabbergasted at their genuine innocence as they spoke about arranging themselves for a fuck together! She could scarcely believe her ears! They were perfectly serious. There was not a trace of sarcasm or kidding in then-voices. They truly thought there wasn't a thing in the world wrong or shocking about what Jimmy had just suggested. It made her head spin! The innocence of youth was making the sex . .. no, incest... a matter-of-fact activity that was nothing more than a fun thing to do with their mother. It shocked HER instead of them!
Jessica Turner sat in the TWA waiting room at Los Angeles International Airport, her eyes fixed on the little boy sitting across from her. He had dark hair, blue eyes, a cute smile, and she guessed be was only about eleven or twelve years old. He reminded her of her own son, Scotty, who'd be getting off a big 747 in just a few minutes....
She watched the cute boy as he paged through the magazine in his lap, hoping he'd remove it so she could see his tight little crotch. She had a thing about young boys-she remembered so well how she'd help her little Scotty take a bath, how she'd stand him on the toilet seat so she could dry him, how she'd towel his little cock again and again, and then sprinkle it with baby powder, watching it till it got hard and he giggled.
But that was some time ago. Scotty was thirteen now, and by the sounds of his letters, he was very mature, on his way to manhood. He'd be fourteen before the summer was over! God, the time had gone fast... .
She hadn't seen him in over a year and a half, not since Hank's funeral-her husband, Scotty's father. She was sure the boy had changed in those two years, back at boarding school in Vermont. She hoped he'd be the beautiful son she remembered. She'd felt so lonely without him.
Jessica herself had changed. She seemed to have become younger, more alive, much more beautiful than ever before. Her face was perfect in its features, strong and yet delicately feminine, with soft sensual lips that formed a seductive smile. She had beautiful blue eyes and long blonde hair, with ashen highlights from the sun and the ocean, hair that reached the tips of her firm breasts. No one would ever guess she was thirty-five years old. She looked more like twenty-five.
A moment later, as she was still looking at the young boy reading the magazine, she heard a voice say, "Mom?" She looked up, into the blue eyes of her Scotty, surprised.
"SCOTT!" She jumped up and hugged him.
He held her tight and then broke away. "They changed our gate, didn't you see?"
She shook her head. What did it matter? He was there and that's all that counted. "Let me look at you. ..."
She stepped away and looked at him with her mouth open. Yes, he was becoming a man. He was taller than she could ever remember, slim, retaining the beauty of a young boy, but still beginning to take on the handsome qualities of a man. He was positively beautiful, in his white suit, with his tight pants showing a bulge to one side. ...
"My God, you look wonderful!" she said.
"You do too!" He giggled, and they started off down the corridor.
As she held his hand she could feel her breasts firming up, the nipples hardening. There was a slight tingle deep between her legs. Her heart pounded. That bulge in his crotch, and he's so tall, so good-looking. ...
She tried not to even think about it. Thinking was no good. She had always believed in letting things happen. . . .
And it was a beginning.
Jessica sat in the little breakfast nook of her redwood and glass beach house, overlooking the crashing waves of Malibu. She loved the sea, the peacefulness of living there. She loved the house too, with its modern, spacious feeling, the beautiful view, the many plants hanging from macram� holders on the walls, or from the ceiling beams. She sipped her coffee, happy that Scott was finally home, and began opening the day's mail.
"Morning!"
Jessica looked up. Scott was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his white terrycloth robe tied loosely around his young, tanned body, rubbing his eyes.
"Darling, it's about time you got up!" Jessica took another sip of her coffee. "How did you ever get such a good tan back at school?"
Scott smiled slyly. "We used to cut noon classes and go up on the roof for two hours and take off all our clothes."
All our clothes. Jessica held onto those words. Yes, she'd like to see him sunbathing in the nude....
"What time is it, Mom?" Scott opened the double-door refrigerator and took out the pitcher of orange juice.
"Almost noon. I can't understand how, after years of rising at six in the morning, you suddenly can sleep past noon each day!"
"Making up for lost time," Scott said, pouring himself a glass of juice. Then he sat down at the wooden table with his mother, gulped the juice down, leaned back in the chair and stretched.
Jessica glanced at him. His hair was tousled, but his legs looked strong, almost rugged. She still couldn't believe he was only thirteen years old!
"God, I love this house," Scott said, looking out onto the beach.
Jessica nodded and got up to get herself another cup of coffee, anything to keep her occupied so she didn't continue thinking the thoughts she'd had the night before-taking Scott's clothes off, pressing her body next to his, feeling his hard young cock against her womanly thighs....
It was hard not to think those thoughts, hard to keep her mind off sex. She hadn't had sex with another man since she was married. And in the last year of Hank's illness, they hadn't been able to have sex at all. Now, in the year and a half since his death, Jessica hadn't touched another man sexually. Her maid and friend, Robin, had often suggested she get out and find someone, but she didn't do it. She was horny, but no one attracted her-except, for some reason she was unable to explain, young boys, boys like her son who was away at boarding school. And she could hardly tell anyone that.
"Coffee?" she asked.
"No, thanks. I need a shower to wake me up." Scott watched as his mother bent over to get some cream out of the refrigerator. She was wearing tight bell-bottomed slacks which accented the curves of her ass. He could see the shape of her beautiful tits through her light yellow blouse. He couldn't get over how young she looked.
"What's happening today?" she asked.
"Think I'll mess around on the beach. How about you?"
Jessica sat down again. "I've got a full afternoon, lawyer, hairdresser. I should be off in a few minutes. I should be home by five. How's a crab salad for dinner?"
"Ummmmm!" Scott looked out over the blue ocean. "You know, I've only been here three days and already I feel like I live here."
"You do," Jessica said, touching his hand. "And now, I have to run!"
Scott followed her down the hall to her room. He stood in the doorway and watched her bend over her vanity. Her buttocks were pressing against the pants, the crack outlined by the seam of the material. He stared at it for a moment and then stepped away. He realized he shouldn't be having such thoughts about his own mother!
He was taking a pair of undershorts from his dresser when he heard Jessica call to him. "Bye, darling!"
"Bye, Mom," he shouted. Then he heard the front door shut and he knew he was alone in the house. He dropped the robe to the floor and stood naked in his room. The sunlight coming through the skylight in the ceiling felt good on his body. He looked in the floor-length mirror. His cock still seemed to be half-hard from the night. He grabbed his shorts and walked to the big bathroom that faced the ocean.
The room had a sunken tub-shower that was enclosed in glass on three sides, with the fourth side completely open. There was another wonderful view of the water, and ivy plants hung from suspended planters. Scott turned on the shower and stepped into it. The spray felt exciting on his sleepy body, and he began to sing as he stuck his head under the stream of cool water. His cock was still half-hard.
Hell, it seemed to him that it was always half-hard. With each passing day, he seemed to need sex more and more. He'd matured faster than any of his friends back at school, as if overnight the thatch of hair appeared above his dick, as if his balls suddenly swelled, as if his cock miraculously added a few inches. Masturbation was his only outlet, and he jerked off sometimes as much as four or five times a day. He was fascinated with his cum, with his jism, fascinated that such thick warm cream could come out of his body, fascinated with the electric feeling that always went with it.
As the water beat down on his body, he started to watch his cock get harder, thinking about the shape of a beautiful young woman, a shapely woman, someone like a teacher he had liked at school, no, someone with a body more like his mother's!
And at the moment Scott was thinking of his mother, Jessica was just getting into her little Mercedes when she remembered she'd forgotten the papers for the lawyer. She ran back up the steps and entered the living room, calling to Scott, but he didn't hear her. As she walked down the hall she heard the sound of the shower and the sound of his voice, singing softly.
She stopped and set her purse down on the little table next to the phone, only a few feet from the bathroom door. It was open just a crack, just enough for someone to see into the room. . ..
Should she? Could she? She wanted to look, she knew that, but she was afraid. She knew it wouldn't be right, but she knew she wanted to. She figured she could walk by casually, taking a fast glance, just to see what his little prick looked like, but then she thought of pulling the door shut, resisting the temptation. Then she made a decision.
She inched her way to the bathroom door, stopped, brushed her long hair from her face, and looked into the room.
All she seemed to see was his cock!
Her eyes focused on nothing but the long hard thing sticking out from between his legs. She held onto the wall, bracing herself. She had never imagined anything like it! She'd remembered it to be so small, so tiny. Now, at the ripe age of thirteen, it was becoming a man's cock, long, thick, with a big rounded head. It bounced in front of him, rising from a light thatch of pubic hair, his lovely pink balls bouncing below.
Jessica began to feel her body burning. Her head burned, her nipples, her pussy-she was on fire! She watched, peeking through the opening, barely able to stand up. She knew it was wrong, and that fact made the situation all the more exciting. It was forbidden, and that made it immensely attractive.
She watched as Scott soaped himself, as he brought the sponge up the length of his throbbing young boy's penis, over the tip, up his stomach. Watching him soap his private parts was driving her insane! She brought her hand to her breasts, moved it around as her nipples hardened, and then squeezed one tight. She felt as though she were about to collapse.
Scott set the sponge down and turned the water even colder: Jessica watched as his body shivered under the icy stream. He opened his mouth and let the cold water fill it, then run down his belly. It rode off the end of his prick like a waterfall, and Jessica watched intently. It seemed to be getting bigger before her unbelieving eyes! For a boy of thirteen, Scott's cock defied the imagination, standing straight up, proudly, in the flow of the cold water.
He turned the faucets off and stepped from the shower and began to towel his body dry. Jessica was afraid he'd walk out the door and find her, but she didn't move away. She was seeing her baby, her man, all in one, for the first time. She couldn't move! Here was her baby boy with the cock she'd played with so many times, the little penis she'd held, teaching him how to pee into the big toilet, the little prick she'd held and even kissed while he slept. Oh, how she wanted to play with it now!
She couldn't stand it any longer. She knelt down on the white shag carpet and quickly zipped her slacks open. Her hand moved slowly across her stomach. Her fingers felt the hair of her pussy, then the soft, shapely mound, then the slit, the ripples, the clitoris, protruding, ready, panting. Her womanly cunt sucked up her fingers and a shot of excitement raced through her voluptuous body.
She watched as Scott looked at himself in the mirror. He brought his hand up and fingered his cock. Then he sat down on a stool, almost facing the door directly, and spread his legs. Jessica stared at his balls, hanging so low between his out-stretched legs. They were still completely hairless, but so big! Each time he pulled up on his cock, his balls moved in their sac, up and down, up and down. Jessica's eyes followed them her hand stuffed in her pussy, wet and hot, working herself to a frenzied climax.
Scott rubbed his balls with one hand as the other worked his cock up and down. It was so huge his hand hardly fit around it. Jessica could see it growing even bigger, and she thought the head would burst open any second! Each time he brought his hand up, the head would open a little, the slit would part, and finally a drop of semen crowned the tip and Scott began to moan.
Jessica gasped in the hallway, trying to hold her breath. She had her pants pulled down to her knees, her panties down almost as far, and now both hands were working on her cunt. She quivered wildly as she listened to her son in his young manhood, moaning and sighing as he played with himself. His virile, erect penis dominated her mind. She couldn't think of anything else. Scott's beautiful cock! Her nipples hardened like diamonds beneath her blouse, and her breathing soon became sporadic, like her son's. The fiery burning of passion increased in her loins, in her breasts, in her head.
Scott stopped for a moment and fell to his knees on the floor. Jessica was watching his profile now, and his young cock seemed to stick out for miles from his body. He began again, slowly moving it back and forth, his hand drawing up and over the swollen crimson head, the young balls jumping up and down beneath it. His light pubic hair flowed from the reflection of the windows behind him and drops of sweat mixed with the drops of water still on his body, making his skin glow.
Jessica moved her body to see him better, drawing her pants down even farther to be able to spread her legs a little. Mother and son were in the same positions, only a door separating them, their hands giving themselves absolute pleasure on a warm June afternoon.
Jessica lowered her right hand to the softly throbbing mound and began to rub it lightly, powerless to stop herself, rubbing harder and harder, her middle finger sliding along the wet crevice between her cunt lips, which were as beautiful as the sweet lips of her face. She found her aching, throbbing clitoris, teasing the erect little member with her fingernail as Scott was teasing the tip of his cock with his finger.
Pleasure enveloped her as she dropped her fingers lower, slipping them into the mouth of her vagina. Her cunt grabbed them, ate them, sucked them up. She teased herself, watching Scott sweating as he worked his magnificent young dick up and down. In and out, in and out, the fingers worked in her cunt as she stared at him.
Her left hand took hold of her breast, massaged it, cupped it, pulling hard at the nipple. Then she took the other one, as the fingers dug deeper into her sweet sweaty box. Passion seethed in her body. Her mouth was wide open and her breathing labored. She was in ecstasy.
Scott spread his strong legs far apart. He moved his left hand and cupped his balls. They were not hanging as low now. They were swollen, pounding, aching for release. He rubbed the hard flesh there. He moaned as his fingertip touched at his tight little asshole. He didn't move his finger, didn't rub there nor pull it away. He just pressed it to the spot, letting the tip feel the contractions of his asshole as he came near his climax.
The feeling generated by her fingers on her burning clit elicited a gasp of rapture from Jessica's lovely mouth. She too brought her left hand down and touched ever so lightly on the hard opening to her ass. Spasms shot through her body and she could feel her climax building, filling her body with a delight she'd never before experienced. She stooped now, her weight resting firmly on her heels, planted on the carpeted floor, and she felt dizzy and spinning and in the air.
Scott pressed his finger against his asshole. His mother did the same. She worked her cunt with her right hand. Scott did the same. Together they moaned and gasped and felt as if the world would explode at any second.
Faster and faster, in his young heat, Scott worked his hand over his manly looking cock. Faster and faster the beautiful woman in the hall rubbed her fingers inside her womanly cunt, churning in the heat, higher and higher, almost to the peak, almost to the brink. ...
I'm going to cum, Scott! I'm going to cum, darling!
"OH, GOD! OH, GOD!" Scott suddenly howled as a torrent of white hot sperm spurted from the hard tip of his cock. It shot out of the tip of his prick, onto the floor, onto the wall, and one last gob hit the edge of the door, dripping down only inches from Jessica's lips. Scott finally fell to the floor and lay there, panting, his hand covered with sticky jism.
Jessica watched every moment, every spurt, each contraction in his balls, each massive thrust of his cock in his hand as the semen shot out of him. He's cumming! My beautiful baby is cumming!
She exploded between her thighs! The carpet was wet, her hands were wet, her pants were wet. For the first time in so long she knew delicious erupting release. She moved her fingers up and touched the sticky drop of her son's semen. She stared at it as her cunt juice poured down into her hand. Then she wiped the jism up with her finger and brought it to her lips, licking it, tasting her baby's sperm! She looked into the room again to see Scott lying silently on the floor, his legs spread, his cock hanging down soft again, still wet and glistening with cum.
Her climax seemed to last forever, an incredible eternity. But it had to come to an end, and when it did she silently withdrew her hand and sat on the floor. Her wide eyes could not focus; her head was pounding, her body sweating. A second later, a sound from the bathroom made her jump. Scott moved and coughed. She rose to her feet and slid up her panties and slacks. They were wet and wrinkled.
Then, suddenly, something jarred the uncanny silence.
RRRINNNGGG! RRRINNNGGG!
Jessica froze. She turned to the little table where her purse sat next to the phone. She was unable to move, petrified.
RRRINNNGGG! RRRINNNGGG!
Scott jumped up and opened the bathroom door and stepped out, naked, inches from his mother. Scott just stood there as the phone kept ringing, one foot from his mother, standing in the wetness where her juices had been spilled, shocked and embarrassed. His soft cock hung down between his legs. Jessica stared, silent, frightened.
Scott tried to say something, but only an embarrassed noise came from his lips, and he immediately ran back into the bathroom and wrapped a towel around his middle.
RRRINNNGGG! RRRINNNGGG!
"Scotty, I ... I'd forgotten something and came back. ..."
RRRINNNGGG! RRRINNNGGG!
Jessica finally answered. "Hello. Yes, Jim, I'm on my way. A few last minute things. ..."
She heard the bathroom door close and lock. She didn't know how much he knew or how much he guessed or what he believed or what he wanted to believe. She was sure he was too stunned to think, and thinking was the wrong thing to do. She figured he'd never guess that she'd seen him playing with himself.
Jessica quickly changed clothes, grabbed the papers she'd come back to get, and left the apartment.
In the bathroom, Scott stood looking into the mirror as he dried his hair. Did she see what I was doing? Was the door open far enough? Does she think Vm perverted?
Worry turned to wonder. He conjured up the image of his beautiful mother watching him masturbate. He could picture her, smiling, looking radiant, her eyes watching him, staring at his naked cock being worked up and down in his hand.
Suddenly his boy cock was hard as rock again.
Mother, oh, my beautiful mother, he thought as his hand again encircled his young, hot, bulging penis.
"Vic? Feeling better now?" Terry could scarcely keep her voice from trembling. With Vic's small soft cock pressed against her pussy fur, with his warm breath and downy face caressing her sensitive tits, she found herself growing achingly horny. She couldn't allow a repetition of last night!
"Ummm," Vic muttered drowsily. He sensed her urgent desire to pull away, and he decided to use the tactic which had been so successful last night, pretending to drift off to sleep. If only it would work again! Lazily he readjusted his posture, cupping her huge breasts lightly, wriggling his flabby little prick deeper into her silky mons hairs. He felt his balls tingling excitedly.
Terry sighed, partly with lust and partly with exasperation. What was she going to do? Just like last night, when Vic had urged her to stay a while in his bed, she felt he needed her, and she didn't want to abandon him, but on the other hand, she recognized all too well her own growing need, a need which could easily overpower her and lead her to do things she'd regret later. Now she felt his adorable little cock twitching, lengthening, and stiffening in the tangle of her pussy fur, felt his smooth young hands furtively exploring her tits. This was too much, she simply couldn't allow it!
"Vic!" Gently she began pushing him away. "We have to stop this now. It isn't right."
"Hmmm?" Vic opened his eyes sleepily and looked at her with apparent bewilderment. "What isn't right, Mother?"
"Holding each other like this," she replied nervously. "A mother and son shouldn't- Well, it just isn't right. She sought to extricate herself from his grasp, but Vic was determined not to let her go. He flung one leg over hers, keeping her near him, and pleaded, "Please, don't move away! I don't see anything wrong with just touching each other. It's nice, it can't hurt anybody." His small penis had stiffened completely now and had intruded into the moist slick folds of her labia. Terry blushed as her eager cunt juices seeped out to soak his little tool. More than anything in her life, she wanted that stiff boyish prick inside her, but she would not yield to the wicked temptation.
"No, Vic," she said and shuddered, "take my word for it, it's wrong. Let go of me, please."
The boy looked stricken and rejected. "If you say so, Mother, but I just don't see any harm in it. Can't I just look at you? Would that be all right?"
Terry sighed and yielded, seeing that he was close to tears. She just couldn't bear to be cold to him. "All right, Vic, but don't lie so close to me."
With a smile of relief, the boy nodded and drew away. He knew exactly what he wanted to look at, and he wasn't bashful about it. Reversing his position and turning his back to her, he knelt and gazed down at her soft mons patch, at the small curls still wet from their swim. Sighing, he stretched out to be more comfortable, unwittingly putting them in the "69" position. Terry gawked as his stiff little penis practically grazed her nose. Then she felt his warm breath against her mons. All right, so he wanted to explore-was there really any harm in that? She wanted to explore him, too. The bright sunlight gave her a much better opportunity than she'd had the night before in the dim bedroom. His small penis twitched invitingly. She couldn't resist. Trembling, she reached out and curled her fingers around the warm hard shaft.
Vic suppressed a joyful sigh. She had yielded! Her exploring fingers felt great on his aching cock, and, just as good, he now had tacit permission to play with her, too. Gently, so as not to alarm her, he parted the curly lips of her mons and got his first look at the mysterious female parts inside. There was a bright red little bump of flesh that glistened with its own juices. He rubbed it, and Terry moaned and opened her legs wider. So she liked that! He did it again, gently but persistently rubbing the fleshy button, and again his mother moaned her pleasure. Emboldened, Vic leaned closer, parted the pink folds of her labia, and gazed for the first time at the dark indentation of a woman's vaginal opening. Timidly he touched it, inching his finger inside, and Terry sighed deeply, her hot cream pooling around his intruding finger.
She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't stop. Vic's gentle play between her legs was driving her wild. Flicking out her tongue, she began licking his little stiff penis hungrily, then bent lower and licked his hot rosy balls. He trembled and sighed, and she felt his probing finger inching ever deeper into her cunt....
From the shelter of the bushes only a few feet away, Harold Davis gawked through his horn-rimmed glasses, unable to believe what he saw. When he'd first arrived on the scene and crept into his hiding place, mother and son had been lying quite still in each other's arms, Terry apparently trying to calm the boy after his near-drowning. But their embrace had turned into something very different. Harold wasn't at all sure how the transition had taken place, but mother and son now lay feet-to-face, the boy eagerly exploring her genitals with both sight and touch, while Terry licked and petted Vic's balls and cock. Could it really be happening?
Harold could not doubt his own senses. He'd overheard their words, too, Vic's pleading and Terry's reluctance, then her final surrender. As noted before, Harold Davis was a very tolerant man. As he watched the bizarre scene in the grass, he readily understood its causes. A young, horny adolescent; a beautiful woman who had lived alone too long; it was an explosive combination, and he was not all surprised that mother and son had yielded to their powerful physical needs. But what a shame, Harold concluded, that they couldn't find more suitable partners! Vic should be making it with girls his own age. And as for Terry, if she'd only known it, she could readily find a willing and able partner in Harold. Rubbing his painful erection, he tried to communicate with her silently: Oh baby, he thought, leave that kid and come over here! I'd be only too glad to take care of you!
While Harold felt intense envy of Vic, he did not mistake it for dislike of the boy or for moral disapproval. The kid seemed nice enough, and Harold could well understand his feelings. But if only there were some way to turn this situation to his own advantage! Obviously Terry needed a man, and Harold certainly needed a woman. Harold vowed to overcome his shyness, urging himself, at the next opportunity, to make some kind of approach to Terry. He could hardly intrude on the present scene, however; he could only sit there watching and eating his heart out.
Terry gave a loud moan of lust and suddenly sucked Vic's small stiff penis into her mouth. Vic yelped happily, dipped his face between her legs, and then loud sucking and licking noises could be heard. Mournfully, Harold Davis unzipped his pants, pulled out his achingly -stiff cock and, without taking his eyes from the scene, began to jack off....
Clyde Simmons was in a foul mood. Being horny always made him bad-tempered. Yesterday that snooty bitch Terry James had made an ass of him, first refusing his attentions, then sneeringly bringing him off with her hand, as if her precious cunt was too good for him. And today his own wife had failed him. That was the final blow.
Becky might not be much to look at any more, but up to now she'd always been eager to fuck. Clyde would have liked a younger, prettier, livelier woman, but he was smart enough to realize that very few girls would indulge his sexual appetites the way Becky had. Sure, she'd lost her looks, was almost fifty, and was beginning to be a bit of a slob, but whatever crazy thing he wanted to do in bed, she was always willing to try, and she usually ended up liking it as much as he did. Until today.
Having gotten no satisfaction at all from his encounter with Terry James, Clyde was ready for a good long romp in the hay, and after lunch he'd hustled Becky up to their room, his cock already growing hard and hot as they climbed the stairs. But when he'd started to undress, Becky had sighed wearily and said, "Oh, not now, honey! I'm so tired. I'd just like to take a nap. We can do it tonight, after I've rested."
Clyde could hardly believe his ears. Never before had she refused him. Never before had she given him any of the typical wifely crap about being "too tired."
"Aw, come on, Becky!" he cried, moving toward her, starting to embrace her. "Just a quickie! I need it bad."
"No, Clyde!" she snapped, pushing him away. "I said I'm tired, and I mean it!"
Reddening with rage, Clyde stalked out of the room. Becky sighed with relief, then undressed and climbed into bed. Poor Clyde, she just couldn't deflate his ego by telling him the truth, that after thirty years of marriage she was so bored with his lovemaking that she actually preferred solitary masturbation. Of course what she'd prefer even more was another man.
After leaving his wife, Clyde stomped downstairs, slammed out of the lodge, and began walking aimlessly. He was so angry, he hardly saw where he was going. Now that he thought about it, he should have stayed with Becky and demanded his rights as a husband. Where the hell did she get off, refusing him like that? By God, if she pulled that stunt many more times, he'd leave her! There were plenty of women around who'd be eager to bag him. He'd show her a thing or two. But meanwhile, in the immediate present, he was stuck with a painful erection and maddening lust, and there was nothing he could do about it. Becky would be asleep right then, and as for Terry James, he suspected the little bitch was frigid. How else could she stand to live there alone, year after year.
Working off his boiling rage and frustration, Clyde took the path around the lake, walking fast, hoping his unbearable lust would go away if he got tired enough. He walked past the point and was nearing the far end of the lake when he heard something that made him stop short and listen intently. What the hell? For a moment it sounded like someone in pain, but then he recognized that it could just as easily be a cry of ecstasy. And it was woman's voice. His curiosity aroused, he began moving quietly in the direction of the sound. It came again and again, low moaning, then little squeals. As he got closer, Clyde went down on his hands and knees so as not to be seen. He crept up behind some bushes, carefully parted the leaves, and peered through. Holy Christ! It couldn't be true! He blinked and then rubbed his eyes. It was true!
Not twenty feet away, Terry James and her son Vic lay naked in the grass, sucking each other off. Incredible as it seemed, there was no mistaking it. The kid had his face between her thighs, and Clyde could see the pink flash of his tongue as he lapped eagerly at her clit and cunt. Terry's mouth was stuffed full with the kid's stiff cock, her cheeks drawn in sharply, and she was sucking greedily, noisily, as if enjoying herself profoundly. Whenever the kid's tonguing got to her, she'd moan loudly and suck him all the harder.
Clyde didn't know whether to laugh or be angry. Damn her anyhow! Yesterday she'd given him the distinct impression that she was cold as ice and completely uninterested in sex. He'd have laid a heavy bet that she'd never had an orgasm in her life and probably hadn't slept with a man since she conceived her only child. Well, he'd sure as hell been fooled! This woman was crazy about sex, loved it so much that she couldn't even resist doing it with her own kid. Her voluptuous body was mottled with the red flush of sexual arousal, and she was pumping her hips frantically, feeding the kid her pussy. Clyde felt a momentary urge to rush over to her, drag the boy off her, and give her the brutal fucking she so obviously craved. But he thought better of it. He could exploit this scene in other ways, get a lot of mileage out of it if he played his cards right. He only needed a little patience. He got comfortable behind the bush, sitting down and taking out his erect penis, pumping it swiftly in his sweaty hand. Jack off now, he decided, get some relief, and then later he'd deal with Terry James....
Vic didn't know what prompted him, but he'd suddenly experienced an irresistible desire to lick and taste the slick bright pink flesh between his mother's legs. Maybe it was in response to her delicious and uninhibited licking of his cock and balls. Whatever the cause, he was glad he'd yielded to the impulse. Not only was it pleasant and exciting, but it completely freaked out Terry. Her pleasure was so intense that all her inhibitions had vanished, and she'd popped his prick into her hot wet mouth and begun sucking it for all she was worth, meanwhile pumping and tickling his balls. Vic felt he had never been so happy in his life.
Vic discovered that two things gave her the most pleasure, tickling her tiny plump clit with the stiff tip of his tongue, and snaking his tongue all the way into the hot darkness of her juicy vagina. Whenever he did these things, she moaned, pumped her hips, and creamed like mad. In spite of his ignorance of sex, he correctly judged that he could make her cum that way if he kept it up long enough, and he began working for that goal. He wanted her to cum because he loved her and wanted to give her pleasure, but also because if he pleased her, she might be willing to go on pleasing him. It would be a great life if he could always appease his horniness with Terry. Maybe she would get in the habit of sucking him off whenever he needed it, or, even better, she might start letting him fuck her. This was Vic's dearest dream, that he would finally lose his virginity, and that Terry, his beautiful mother, would be his first fuck. But right then it was only a dream. He knew it was too early in their relationship to make such a request of her. Today he would content himself with a blow-job, and he was more than content.
Terry briefly released his cock to give a piercing howl of pleasure as he stuffed her seething cunt with his tongue, stiffly, again and again. Feeling herself close to cumming, she fastened her lips around his creaming glans and drew his stiff little dick back into her mouth, sucking it so hard and fast that Vic began to bock his hips and whine his intense pleasure.
Terry felt his fiery juices squirting into her throat, and she eagerly swallowed every drop. Meanwhile Vic jabbed his hot tongue swiftly, deeply into her convulsing vagina, and delicious waves of orgasm swept over her. As his little cock spat the last of its cream and went limp, she released it from her mouth and shrieked, "Oh, Vic, darling, yes, YES! Lick my cunt, baby, harder, harder! Oh, God, oh, OHHHHHHH!!"
Vic flushed with pride as his beautiful mother writhed and groaned beneath him, shaken by the powerful orgasm he had given her with his tongue. With any luck at all, it wouldn't be long before he'd be giving her the same pleasure with his ever-ready cock ....
Harold Davis blushed deeply as he listened to Terry's wild, lewd cries of pleasure. It would be wonderful to be in Vic's place, to make her respond like that. In spite of his painful shyness, Harold had always dreamed of making a woman cum that way, making her scream obscene words of encouragement. Any Terry James seemed to be just such a woman, if only he could gather his courage and make her notice him! The scene before him was so exciting that Harold began to pant and to pump his stiff penis harder than ever. ...
From his hiding place, Clyde Simmons observed Terry's screaming climax with a sneer on his face. All right, baby, he thought, I've got your number now! You won't be able to fool me any more with that frigidity act! Licking his lips, imagining what he would do with Terry the next time he got her alone, he jerked his hard cock furiously in his moist palm ....
As Terry and Vic lay panting in each other's arms, exhausted and drained, they did not observe a strange, terrible spectacle taking place very near them.
The slanting rays of the early morning sun shone through the trees outside Darlene Miller's bedroom window, filling the room with light green shadows that should have brought her a sense of peace. But peace on this particular morning was the farthest thing from Darlene Miller's mind. Her mind and body were tortured, not with pain but with the maddening heat of sexual excitement. Darlene writhed in the body-wracking tension of her lust, writhed in the intense heat of the sex dream that was making her luscious cunt run with musky sex juices even as she lay there. Her cunt seemed to be on fire, seemed to be burning deep down inside her with a wild fire that nothing could quench. Her mind swam with sex visions that titillated her mercilessly. Even in her sleep she had tried to fight off the depraved sexual images that filled her with hot lust. Even in her sleep she had tried to deny herself the ultimately pleasant sensations that her dream was bound to bring her no matter how hard she tried to fight off the dark desires that lurked in the depths of her subconscious.
Darlene had thrown off the light satin sheet which covered her lovely naked body. She lay there in the warming sunlight naked and lusty, her eyes lightly closed, her legs moving, her head tossing to and fro, her hands running up and down her thighs, her beautiful full breasts resting like stain pillows of warm flesh, her fragrant pussy like a warm furry animal nestled between her lightly tanned legs. Darlene was the perfect picture of lusty femininity as she lay there in her bed that morning. And yet she was tortured. Her feminine desires, undeniable and powerful beyond belief, had no outlet except in her strange dreams of passion, had no outlet because they were taboo, because they were desires for her Own three sons.
Darlene had been having such dreams more and more frequently lately. At first she had shrugged them off as nothing. But her dreams had been getting wilder and wilder lately and had been leaving her incredibly hot in the mornings. Her dreams also had left her feeling strangely on several occasions, as if they foretold events in her real life. She had denied those feelings, unable to believe that anything even vaguely approaching the wild taboo sexuality of her hot dreams could happen to her in her real life. And yet the feelings remained and the smoldering embers of incestuous lust continued to heat up her twat, threatening to consume her in a blaze of passion at any minute.
The dream that had raised her to such a height of sexual arousal was typical of the dreams that had been stirring her these mornings. Her dream seemed only a hair's breadth from reality and the passion it inspired in her was real, very real.
In her dream Darlene had been awakened in the middle of the night by her three boys. She had stirred and sat up in bed, her satin sheet falling over her breasts as she leaned back against the headboard. She hadn't bothered to cover herself, but sat there smiling at her three boys, her mammaries brazenly exposed, her sheet down around her slightly curved belly, her downy light brown pubic hair peeking out above the folds of the sheet. She smiled up at the oldest of her three sons.
"Can I do something for you, darling?" she heard herself ask in a voice that echoes strangely.
"Sure, Mom!" she heard her fourteen-year-old boy say. "You can take my dick out and suck on it!"
"You dirty boy!" she heard herself reply in feigned shock. "What a terrible thing to ask your mother! You should be ashamed of yourself!"
She turned from fourteen-year-old Rod to thirteen-year-old Micky and smiled at him with equal warmth.
"And what do you want at this ridiculous hour, Micky dear?" she cooed.
"Gosh Mom, I just wanted you to beat me off. I got an awful hard one," she heard her thirteen-year-old say.
"What an idea! I should thrash you to within an inch of your life!" Darlene said in a strangely vacant voice, turning quickly to her youngest boy, twelve-year-old Bobby. "I suppose you want to crawl on top of me and rub your little pee-pee between my tits!" she said to the boy.
"Can I?" she heard the boy ask hopefully.
"Of course you can, Bobby! How could I resist my darling boys?" she purred. "Take your pretty penises out and let me look at them."
Darlene watched attentively while her three young boys unzipped their pants and hauled out their eager young dicks, all of which were stiff and excited already. The three young boys held their penises in their hands and pointed them down toward their beautiful mother. She stared at the swollen purplish shiny heads of their three cocks, growing thirsty for the pre-seminal fluid that glistened on the tightly stretched knobs of their dicks. The mere sight of her sons pricks made her cunny twitch and bum with excitement.
"All right, Rod, come here and let me suck that thing for you since you want it so badly," she heard herself say, pursing her lips and waiting for the tasty cock that was soon to thrill her with its heat and hardness.
She closed her lovely blue eyes and waited until she felt the slippery head of Rod's hot pulsating fourteen-year-old penis pressing up against her wet lips. She felt her son crawling on top of her, his cock poking against her lips. When the fourteen-year-old boy was straddling her, she sucked his dick head into her face and loved the bulging thing with her eager tongue. She felt his naked legs against her, felt his pendulous, hairless nuts swinging against her throat as he moved slightly back and forth in her mouth.
Darlene opened her eyes and saw Bobby and Micky shucking their pants as their older brother had. Thirteen-year-old Micky crawled onto the bed and sat cross-legged beside her, his stiff little dick sticking up from his lap, just begging to be fondled. Unable to resist the temptation she wrapped her loving fingers around the boy's slippery penis and began slowly masturbating him while he moaned and groaned with youthful pleasure. Seized by the urge to be surrounded by the boys, she beckoned twelve-year-old Bobby to come join in the fun. He crawled into the bed, his little white peter bobbing up and down in front of his young slender legs as he mounted his mother.
Darlene heard herself gasp when she felt her youngest boy press his rigid little prick between her soft and luscious tits. Bobby grabbed Rod's wide young shoulders and held on while he sawed his cock in and out between his mother's pillow like breasts. She felt herself going wild inside with the sheer depravity of it all. She held her breasts together for awhile, crushing them around Bobby's rigid little dick and making a nice tight place for the little boy to fuck.
Unable to resist the temptation, her pussy was filling her with she reached down between her long lovely legs and found the blazing crevice of her hot twat. She began to diddle herself while her three young boys drove her wild with their nervously twitching little early teenage organs. The thirty-five-year-old mother and her three horny boys writhed together in the terrible heat of their depraved incestuous lust. Darlene's fingers tugged at her cunt-lips, pinched her blazing clitoral bud, stroked the inner flesh of her steaming vagina while with her free hand she continued to beat a steady rhythm up and down her thirteen-year-old boy's aching dick.
"Oh this is beautiful!" she heard herself cry softly, still with the dreamlike vacancy that sounded so strange to her. "Fuck my tits, Micky! Fuck my mouth!" she gurgled, her face filled with her son's hot cock-meat.
"Oh golly, Mom! This is just great! You're the greatest mom a guy ever had! Wow! I'm gonna go off in a minute!" Darlene heard Rod say between heavy pants.
"Me too, Mom! I'm gonna shoot between your tits!" Bobby gasped.
"Yeah, Mom! Make me cum too! Beat my meat real hard! Oh shit! Gosh! I can feel it comin' out right now! Oh shit! Wow Mom! You're somethin' else! Here it comes!" her youngest boy said as her fingers raced wildly up and down over his dripping organ.
Darlene felt herself rising closer and closer to the brink of a wild orgasm, an orgasm made even more powerful by the sense of unreality that filled her dream. Her fingers worked faster and faster against the tiny turgid bud of her clitoris, sending little tinglings and shocks up and down her body, making her legs quake, making her cry softly as the flood of her womanly climax approaced. She suddenly felt a load of semen squirting down her sucking throat as her fourteen-year-old son shot his wad into her mouth. She sucked violently, trying to swallow every drop of the copious emission her boy unloaded into her. She tried to accommodate herself to the pistoning of his hard organ deep down inside her warm throat as he bucked his lean young ass in the throes of his ball-draining ejaculation.
Darlene felt a puddle of warmth spreading over her beautiful soft tits, felt Micky's wad squirting between her breasts and puddling there as he shot off amid moans and groans of uncontrollable pleasure. Both Micky and Rod were moving back and forth against her hard and fast now, wildly excited by the warmth and softness of their pretty womanly mother. She suddenly felt another hot load of cum shooting like a fountain from the hard dick of her thirteen-year-old. She heard him gasp as her masturbating movements brought him off. She gathered some of the boy's thick white sperm and rubbed it against the hot bud of her clit. She moved her hand fiercely between her shaking legs now, bringing herself dangerously close to a body-bending orgasm.
Darlene pulled her face free of Rod's firmly impaled penis and let his cum dribble down the corners of her mouth. She waved her legs wildly, seeming to trap her own hand between them.
"Suck my cunt, boys! Oh please! Eat my pussy! Lick your mother's cunt! Make me cum! Make me cum!" she cried.
Her three boys obeyed eagerly, righting for a position between her satiny soft legs. She almost died when she felt their lips and tongues racing over the tender flesh of her inner legs, almost Cried out loud when she felt their faces brushing against the trembling rubbery flesh of her hot wet cunt-lips. She heard herself cry when one of the boys wrapped his young lips around her clit and began sucking violently. She felt another of her sons' lips fasten around the jiggling flesh of her twat-lips. The third boy managed to bury his tongue in the creamy depths of her quaking vaginal orifice. Her steamy pussy was running with hot cunt-juices now, running with the womanly fluids of her uncontrollable, incestuous passion. The air was filled-with slurps and gurgles as the boys ate their mother's tasty twat.
"You're making me cum! You're making your mother climax! Yes! DO IT TO ME! I want you! This is so dirty! This is so nasty! I want you! Lick my cunny!" she cried.
Darlene felt herself tottering, ready to fall into the rushing flood of her orgasm. But it was not to happen. Just when another flick of any of her sons' tongues could have made her flash wildly inside something made her look down between her wide-spread legs. She saw her sons standing there at the foot of her bed, saw them backing away from her, saw them slowly disappearing into an inky darkness, saw her dream of lust vanishing before her very eyes. She tried desperately to hold onto the dream that had made her cunt wet with passion, tried desperately to keep the fire raging between her legs long enough for it to consume her in a flashing orgasmic rush. But it was no use. Her sons disappeared into the darkness and she was left alone to suffer the torment of her sexual arousal.
"No, no, no! Please don't go away! Rod, darling! Micky! Bobby! I need you! Make me cum! I'm so close! So close!" she heard herself moan.
Darlene suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in bed, shaking her dream from her mind and realizing that it had only been a dream. The sun streamed in through her window, filling the room with a soft light that made even her sexual torment seem bearable. It wasn't as bad as all that, she thought. It was only a dream. She hadn't really been writhing in bed with her three children in the depths of incestuous depravity. She had nothing to be ashamed of. Or did she?
As she sat there considering the meaning of the dream that was only now beginning to fade away into memory where it would vanish completely in time she realized that there had to be something behind it, realized that there had to be within her some subconscious desire to engage her three young boys in sexual activities. She knew perfectly well that her three young boys were virginal and totally innocent as far as sex was concerned. Their eagerness to fuck her and revel with her in the depraved acts she asked them to perform in her dreams filled her with an almost dizzying amazement. How could she possibly even dream such things about her innocent sons, about her own flesh and blood? She was suddenly filled with shame, her face flushing with embarrassment. -It was beneath her, this dark desire for her own boys.
Darlene wondered what her friends and neighbors would think if they had been able to peek into her little dream, if they had been able to see the wild thoughts that raced through her horny imagination. It was too terrible to contemplate. Darlene was one of Taggert's leading citizens, not that being a leading citizen of Taggert, Illinois, meant very much. She belonged to all the right ladies' clubs, was active in the local PTA, lent her services to the local hospital from time to time, and even served as guide mother for a pack of scouts. She wondered what the members of her church congregation would say if they found out that her subconscious seethed with dark desires for the three young boys she had raised with such loving care. It was so awful that she couldn't stifle a little laugh. It was awful, but it was ridiculous, too.
Darlene knew how hypocritical all her friends and neighbors were about sex and other aspects of morality, and she suspected that a handful of her friends also realized how ridiculous their moral stances were. But constant moral posturing was the name of the game of small town living and everyone strived to play that game to the best of their abilities. Darlene, however, was beginning to see the futility of it all.
The sense of futility that filled her suddenly with loathing was a new one for her. Since her stormy divorce from her husband Sam, Darlene had been forced to take a strictly positive view of life and her position in it. She had had to raise her three boys all by herself after Sam's alcoholism had made him unbearable to live with and an unfit father for the boys. She still remembered the beatings she had suffered at his hand, beatings which, although they hadn't left her injured, had made her loathe her husband and fear him. Luckily the boys hadn't been aware of the problem she had had with their father and their childhood hadn't been too seriously damaged by the schism. But the scars of that emotional break still remained on Darlene's memory.
Her fear of her husband in his drunken state had left her so deeply troubled that she was afraid of men her own age even now, though several years had passed since her divorce. Her years without a man had been a constant torment for her, although she had always managed to survive even the frustration of sexless-ness for the sake of the sons she loved more than anything else in her life. But now her love for them had begun to transcend mere motherly affection and she somehow knew that stormy and confusing events were in store for her and for her three boys. Until that storm broke she would simply have to go about her life as she had for years and hope for the best.
It wasn't only the shame and embarrassment of realizing such confusing things about herself that made her uncomfortable this particular morning. She had been slowly coming to realize the motivations that pushed her strangely toward some sort of sexual contact with her sons or at least with some young boy whose love she could share without fearing his masculinity and potential cruelty. And because her realization of her secret drives had been dawning on her slowly over a period of months, perhaps years, she was able to accept them with at least a semblance of calm. The sexual stimulation her dreams brought her, however, was quite another matter.
Darlene had always been horny for cunt-moistening sex, had always been sexually active, at least before her unfortunate relationship with Sam. She had always accepted sexuality as a healthy thing rather than as a necessary evil as some of her girl friends saw it. She had never been able to resist the temptation to engage in sexual activities whenever the opportunity had presented itself, at least before she had come to fear men. And the passion that her dreams had stirred up inside her was beyond resisting. She had to have release and the only way she could achieve it was through masturbation. Her fingers were a poor excuse for the fingers of a lover, an even poorer excuse for a nice hard cock rubbing against her hot little clitoris, but they were better than nothing, far better than nothing.
She was naked in the warming sun, naked and glowing with healthy freshness. Darlene had always kept her body in beautiful shape, had always kept herself at her youthful best, even though she had resisted the many advances that the local men made toward her. She knew perfectly well that she was beautiful in the extreme, beautiful and powerfully alluring. The blazing heat in her crimson twat was alluring, too. Her fingers found her hot box and began moving against her shivering twat-lips, exciting her more and more by the second.
Her pussy had been running with the musky fluids of her feminine passion while she writhed in the sexual torment of her strange dream. Her passion had decreased not at all now that she had awakened. Her fingers played with the dark rubbery lips of her steamy sex, opening herself as if for a young lover whose appreciation she longed to stimulate. She knew that such solitary efforts at self-arousal were a waste of time but she couldn't resist. She closed her eyes tightly and rolled over on her back, clamping her legs together, holding her hand tightly between them. She put her other hand between her warm shivering legs too, moving her fingers between her legs with a wild passion, moving herself closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.
Darlene's bulging golden knockers were crushed beneath her, her nipples peaked stiff and excited. She felt her nipples tingling as they rubbed against the satin sheet beneath her warm, fragrant body. She buried her face in the pillow and cried softly as her cunt suddenly shivered and shook with violent spasms of passion. She felt the flood of her orgasm rushing through her, washing away all her frustrations, filling her with fluid fulfillment. It was a feeling well worth the torment. She thought there was nothing more relaxing than a morning orgasm, even if it had to be reached through such solitary means. She tried to stifle the little cries of pleasure that always seemed to follow so naturally her deeply moving orgasmic rush.
When it was all over and her tense body began to relax she got out of bed feeling refreshed and ready to begin a new day. She knew perfectly well that the day was likely to be frustrating at times since she was finding it more and more difficult to avoid seeing her three sons as objects of more than mere motherly .affection, but she would do her best to deny her desires and pretend that nothing was stirring within her. She wondered, however, how much longer she could continue to deny herself.
She stood for a few minutes before her full-length mirror admiring herself. She still had all the good looks of her youth, still had the long golden brown hair that framed her lovely face like a soft flowing waterfall, still had the delicate shoulders that tapered so beautifully toward her glowing breasts, still had the feminine treasures that were firmly uplifted and almost perky. Her thighs were still soft and flowing, her legs still firm and filled with lithe loveliness. She still had it all. It was a shame, she thought, that she hadn't been using her charms to advantage. Perhaps it was a situation that she could remedy in the near future, although she honestly did not know how it could be done.
Darlene was still smooth and quiet from her recent orgasm, looking her best, her body rich flowing and mellow. She dressed carefully, donning a light summer frock and gliding downstairs to fix breakfast for Rod, Micky, and Bobby. Even as she descended the- stairs little fragments of her lusty dream floated before her mind's eye, little images of her son's rigid pricks, little memories of the way they had smiled at her in the wild passion she had inspired in them in her dream. By the time she had to actually face the boys, however, she had banished her dream from her mind completely and was able to go about her motherly duties in a seemly way.
She had overslept that morning and the boys had fixed their own breakfasts, leaving the usual mess. She cleaned up after them and barely had a chance to say two words to them before they were out the back door with baseball gear in hand.
"Just a minute, boys," she called. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
The three boys stopped on the back porch and turned about to face their mother.
"What are we forgettin'?" Rod asked, puzzled.
"Kiss me good-bye, sillies!" Darlene smiled.
"Oh, sure, Mom!" Rod said, running back into the kitchen and kissing her cheek quickly, followed by his brothers in turn.
"That's better," she smiled. "At least a little better," she whispered under her breath.
"Huh, Mom?" Bobby asked, turning back.
"Oh, nothing, Bobby," Darlene said quickly, unable to resist admiring the twelve-year-old boy's clean good looks, unable to resist the quick little twitch that stirred her pussy for a second.
"Oh, Mom, I forgot! You wanted me to remind you that you've got a swimming class for that Red Cross safety thing you belong to." Rod said, turning and running after his two brothers, who seemed itching to get into a game of baseball.
Rod was right about the class. Darlene had completely forgotten it. She had a group of a dozen boys of thirteen year olds to teach that very morning. She wondered how she would react to so many nearly naked boys, considering the current state of her libido. She would simply have to try to control herself. It wouldn't do to have Mrs. Miller, Taggert's best swimming instructor, getting horny over her thirteen-year-old pupils. What would her friends and neighbors think? And yet she knew perfectly well that she could expect her eager pussy to moisten even as she tried to teach her young pupils the finer points of swimming. It had happened before and it was sure to happen again. Her attraction to young boys was going to get the better of her, and she knew it. It was only a matter of time....
Boys were so innocent, so eager to please, so unlike her brutal husband. She warmed inside every time she thought of how satisfying it would be to lie beside a young boy. She moistened deep in her twat whenever she thought of how eagerly a young boy would take to the things she could teach him about fucking. She tingled deep in her belly whenever she thought of how good she would feel if she had the opportunity to use her overpowering feminine charms to capture a boy in her web of seduction.
Her pussy was still tingling as she changed into her swimming outfit in the women's locker room at the local high school. Taggert's citizens had gone to a great deal of expense to build a swimming pool, no small feat for a small town. Darlene thought that the expense and trouble was well worth it. Her little weekly lessons at the facility at least gave her the opportunity to strut her stuff and watch the way some of the boys behaved under her influence.
It had amazed her at first that such young innocents would react to her feminine charms the way they did. She had noticed from time to time that when she touched one of the boys too near his barely concealed genitalia during her instruction he might wince as if he had been shocked. She had also noticed that continued pressure near the boy's young cock and balls would often cause a hard little bulge to appear beneath his trunks. She had found her swimming class to be a struggle for her more than for the boys she was trying to teach. It was getting increasingly more difficult for her to control herself in the presence of so many handsome young lads.
Darlene's cunt was already beginning to moisten as she stuffed her bulging breasts into the top of her two-piece swimming outfit. It was just a bit too revealing, she thought, but what the hell. Surely no one would impute any devious motives from her choice of a bathing suit. Still, she wondered if the boys had noticed how her suits had gotten skimpier and skimpier during the weeks she had been teaching the class.
Darlene wondered if perhaps she had been a bit too immodest when she walked to the side of the pool and stood there before her young pupils in her bikini. The boys gaped as if she were naked before them. Their glittering eyes made her feel even more naked than she was. They boys were all already in the water in the wading pool, standing up to their waists in the blue shimmering water, staring dumbstruck at their sexy teacher.
"Good morning, boys," Darlene said in a slightly unnatural voice that would have betrayed her nervousness to anyone old enough to notice such things. "Are you all ready to learn a few new things?" she said sweetly.
The boys all nodded absentmindedly.
"Are you all limbered up?" she asked, suddenly seized by the urge to find out for herself how limber the boys were. "One mustn't swim unless one's muscles are limber, boys. We can't take the risk of getting cramps can we? Let me see how our muscles feel this morning." she smiled, stepping into the water and sidling up to one of the boys, Dean March, the tallest of the dozen boys and the son of Wendy and Dan March, the local basketball coach and his very pretty wife.
She took Dean's hands in hers and raised his long arms, running her fingers up and down over the boy's developing muscles. She dropped the boy's arms at his sides and put her hands flat on his young hairless chest. She watched him swallow hard and look away from her, apparently unable to look her in the eye. She knew that all the boys were watching nervously to see what was happening to their buddy Dean. She felt horny beyond belief now, so horny that she was afraid her state of sexual arousal was becoming noticeable.
Her pussy stirring uncontrollably, Darlene smoothed her hand over the boy's chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart and the warmth of his teenage body radiating through her hand. She let one hand move to the boy's shoulder while the other moved ever downward, getting closer and closer to the waistband of his trunks. Soon her eager fingers were traveling over the young boy's hard midsection, feeling the little ripples of his stomach muscles. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the urges of her hut
She moved closer to the boy, moved so close that her barely concealed breasts were brushing slightly against the tall, thirteen year old's naked chest She could hardly control her breathing now, she was so wildly excited by the boy's mere presence so close to her. She thought she would die of excitement when she actually forced herself to let her eager fingers sneak beneath the waistband of the boy's tight trunks. She suddenly felt him jerk spasmodically and gasp out loud.
"Gosh, Mrs. Miller, what're you doin'?" he gasped.
The sound of the boy's voice was like a rifle shot in the dead silence of the big gymnasium. Darlene was suddenly shocked into realizing that she was in the process of disrobing the thirteen-year-old boy in front of all his young friends, and right in the middle of her swimming class, too. She blushed, blushed even more than the poor defenseless boy she was feeling so lustily. She jerked her hands away from him, hoping that none of the other kids had gotten any ideas from her behavior. She couldn't help noticing that young Dean's well-filled young crotch was bulging more than usual now. She was terribly ashamed of herself.
"Yes, yes, uh, of course, you're all limbered up, Dean," she stuttered. "You've learned your lessons well," she added, wading out into the deeper end of the pool. "I suppose all the rest of you are equally limber this morning. Follow me, boys, I want to teach you a new stroke today."
Darlene looked back over her shoulder and saw that Dean was walking in the water stiff-legged, his hands down in front of his crotch, nervously trying to hide his growing young erection. The other boys were looking slyly at each other, as if they were all bothered somehow by the state of near nakedness with which Mrs. Miller had greeted them that morning. She felt strangely satisfied that they boys had taken notice of her, although she wished she had had more will power, wished that she had been able to keep herself from touching Dean so sensually. There was no telling where such things could lead. The possibilities excited her in a new and powerful way.
"Oh, Mother," breathed Jay, "please don't stop touching me there! On my peter and balls, I mean. It felt so nice!"
Joan blushed deeply in the darkness. He had been fully aware of what she was doing to him! But did he understand all the implications, the fact that his own mother was playing with his genitals and arousing him sexually? She believed he could not possibly understand that, or he would have been upset and resisting. No, he was utterly innocent of the world and its rules. He knew only what felt good to his body. Joan wasn't sure what she should do or say, but she knew what she wanted to do. Finding no verbal reply to his request, she simply moved her warm hands back onto his cock and balls.
"Oh, yeah!" sighed Jay. "Rub them some more, please! Just like you did before!"
"Rub" was not exactly the word for what Joan was doing. She was squeezing and pumping his balls, tweaking and tickling his prick. The foreskin had crept forward a little by now, and she eased it back again to uncover the whole sensitive glans. She circled the moist flesh rapidly with her fingertip, and Jay gasped and wriggled his ass in her lap. Seeing how much he liked it, she kept it up.
Suddenly, however, she stopped still in horror. In the warmth of her palm she felt Jay's little balls abruptly plumping, growing fat and hard and swollen. In the curl of her fingers she felt his small penis twitch furiously and then suddenly lengthen, engorge, and grow erect: Good God, she'd given her own little boy a hard-on! She was appalled at herself. That was a hell of a thing to do!
Jay noticed nothing except that he was more excited than ever. He was annoyed that his Mother had stopped doing all those delicious things to his genitals. "Please," he cried urgently, "don't stop! It feels so good!"
"I think I'd better," Joan answered rather harshly. "It's getting very late, and we have to sleep." She withdrew her hands quickly from his stiffened penis and testicles.
"Oh, please, Mother!" begged Jay. "Just a little more!"
Joan felt dreadful. She knew from plenty of experience how a man felt when left in a state of unsatisfied erection, how anyone, man or woman, felt when aroused to a pitch of sexual desire and then left high and dry. It was a cruel thing to do to Jay, and yet the alternative was to jack him off, and that was unthinkable. So far she had only held and touched him; she would not be guilty of bringing her own son to orgasm.
"No, Jay," she said gently. "That's enough. Let's sleep now."
Jay, even without understanding it, was feeling violently horny. He had never felt that way before in his young life and had no idea what it was all about. His father had told him almost nothing of the facts of life, and up to now he hadn't been particularly interested. There were so many other interests in life. Even now, although he knew that his genitals had some connection with sex, he didn't understand that what he wanted to do was fuck. He only knew that he wanted his Mother to go on playing with his peter; the goal was unclear. But he was too powerfully aroused not to follow the blind instincts of his body. He turned around in bed now, facing his Mother, and reached out to her, seeking bodily contact again.
"Jay!" Joan flinched as she felt the boy's little hands, warm now, on her breasts. "What are you doing?"
"You touched me," he said breathlessly, "so why can't I touch you?"
There was no answer for that. He was right, of course, in terms of fairness, and yet he was so wrong. Through her thin nightgown she felt his eager little hands exploring the shape and weight of her large plump breasts, finding the nipples and tweaking them a little through the cloth to see what they were like. In spite of herself, she sighed and felt deep longing in her vagina. She was getting dangerously near a state of mindless lust. She didn't know what to say to Jay, and so she only lay still in the darkness as he played with her big tits. Perhaps that would content him. No doubt, like all other boys, he was intensely curious about breasts and would be satisfied once he had explored hers.
But he wasn't. She gasped as he very quickly raised her short nightgown and planted his hot little hands firmly on her tits, cupping and squeezing them. "Jay, please," she murmured, "I don't think you should-"
"Aw, come on!" Jay answered playfully. "It's only fair! You got to touch me for a long time!"
Again she had no answer. She lay still and passive as he rubbed her nipples and the silky, jelly-like globes of her tits. Her cunt creamed steadily as he touched her, and under his teasing fingers her nipples tingled, stiffened and sprang erect. She was hopelessly lusty now and had not the slightest idea what to do about it. She could, of course, wait till Jay went to sleep and then masturbate, but in his state of excitement, that was likely to be a very long time from now. She sighed, half in disgust and half in unwilling pleasure.
Jay found his Mother's big tits a lot of fun to play with. They were much softer and warmer than he'd expected, never having touched naked breasts before and being used to the solid, pointed, formidable chests of ladies who wore bras. He discovered that he could make her nipples stiffen by rubbing them, just as her delicious rubbing had made his peter and balls get hard. He didn't understand why that had happened to him, but he'd enjoyed it. He had the urge to rub his cock some more against something hot and yielding, and now he snuggled up closer to his Mother as he played with her big tits. To his surprise, his stiff cock encountered something soft and furry. He reached down to find out what it was and found himself petting a tight patch of curls. Then he realized what it was. He knew adults had hair on their genitals, for he had showered often with his Father. But Mother's furry little patch seemed so much nicer, so dainty and silky. And it was very strange and kind of funny, her having no cock. He wanted to know a lot more about her mysterious female parts.
When Joan first felt Jay's hand on her mons, she had been unable even to breathe, let alone say anything. And before she could regain her senses, she felt his fingers beginning to explore. They petted her curls, snuggled into the warm fur, found the pouted plump lips, and eased inside. The tip of his finger nudged her clit, and she creamed heavily. Oh, no, not this! She couldn't stand it if he touched her clit, she was unbearably horny already! But her silent wish had no effect. Jay was obviously fascinated with her clit, and with discovering all the new and exotic territory between her legs.
Jay searched rapidly, finding a fat little bump of flesh that quivered to his touch, then more fat lips of plump flesh, this time with no hair. He moved his finger onward and came to a wet, hot indentation at the very center of her crotch. He poked his finger up it and found a long wet burning passage. From there he traveled on and came to the puckered mouth of her anus. He knew what that was, and it didn't interest him much, being just like his own. He went back to the other goodies, eager to discover their function and purpose. He wanted to ask his Mother about them, especially the long wet tunnel, but he sensed that she would not be very receptive to questions right now and that she was impatient with his explorations. Probably she wanted to go to sleep. Well, he would just ouch her a little longer, then quit bothering her. He didn't want to annoy her, but he felt such a strange excitement, an urge to touch. There was a nagging drive in his cock, too, and it was still very hard, just like when he had to piss badly-only he didn't have to piss now.
Joan felt so aroused, she imagined that if she even sneezed she would cum. His little fingers played all over her vulva now, tweaking her clit, caressing her labia, poking up her cunt. She wondered what he was thinking, how much he knew. If only he would get bored and stop-but he only seemed to be getting more and more excited. Now she felt him taking her twitching clit between his fingers, tugging at it and kneading it. She would cum in a matter of seconds if he kept on playing with her like that. She must distract him. In fact, she knew, the only way to end the whole thing was to bring him off. She was most reluctant to do it, but she could see no other way out. The kid was obviously horny, and he wouldn't quit his games until he was gratified and spent.
With an anguished sigh, she reached around behind him, beneath his little buttocks, and found his balls. She began to pump them, in a milking motion, hoping it would make him cum quickly. Jay gasped with delight and wriggled his ass as she pumped. She was successful in distracting his attention. He felt such sharp enjoyment in having his balls squeezed that he forgot all about exploring her genitals and just let his arms drop to his sides. Joan squeezed and milked his testicles rapidly, seeking to bring him off, and she sensed from his quickened breathing and rapidly jerking ass that she was close to achieving it. Things might go even faster if she pumped his cock instead, but she could not bring herself to do that. Much as she wanted that stiff little dick in her hands, it was really going too far to give him an orgasm that way.
"Oh, wow, Mother, that feels great!" Jay moaned. "I really like it!"
All his movements were instinctual now, following a blind and unconscious need to use his cock in something hot and tight. He threw his arms around Joan's neck and hunched up close to her, their naked bodies pressing tightly together. She felt her enormous tits flattened just below his chin, felt his hard belly rubbing the tender curls of her mons-and then his wonderfully stiff little prick sliding between her legs and skating clumsily on the slick wet flesh of her labia. She could have screamed with frustration.
What she wanted now more than anything in the world was the one thing she could not permit herself to do: to open her legs just a little wider, bring her hotly creaming pussy up to him, and let his stiff meat slip into her cunt. Oh, God, how wonderful it would be! She needed it more than she'd ever needed anything in her life. But it was unthinkable. She could not fuck her own son. Desperately she jerked her hips back, so that Jay's hard little prick popped out from between her legs and was trapped between their grinding bellies. That would keep him occupied! She squeezed his balls faster than ever.
"Ohhhhh!" moaned Jay. "Yeah, yeah, so good!"
Suddenly his small moist hammering cock found its way into her navel and began screwing there furiously. Joan resisted the urge to laugh. At least the poor little kid had found a hole to put it in! Her navel was fairly deep and snug, thanks to the fat of her belly, and the little penetration he got seemed to delight Jay. He banged away manfully, not realizing why this particular place felt so good, knowing only the delicious stings of pleasure that rippled from his naked glans. Joan went on pumping his balls expertly, and Jay began to feel a mounting joy, wilder than any emotion he'd ever felt before. It was as if his body was taking off the happy flight, glowing with powerful sensations of pleasure. He felt a strange twitching in his balls, a rippling in his cock, and then the keenest joy of all as hot liquid streaked from his glans hole.
"Oh, MOTHER!" he yelped. "OHHHHHH!"
Joan felt fiery little squirts of cum in her navel, flooding it and then gushing out to soak her belly. She rejoiced that he was satisfied at last, but at the same time she felt the deep shame of it all. She'd had no business doing this to him, arousing him and bringing him to what was undoubtedly his first orgasm. She didn't know how she would live with it. t
She felt Jay go limp in her arms and realized that, healthy young animal that he was, he'd fallen asleep almost with the last spasms of his cumming. She smiled sadly and very carefully moved him to the far side of the bed, so that their bodies no longer touched. He would be warm enough there, and she needed to be alone. She had a lot of thinking to do, most of it very painful. All her previous sexual escapades paled in comparison to what she had just done. She was disgusted with herself. Only this morning she had vowed never even to think about sex again, and here she was now with her son's virgin cum all over her stomach. Surely he'd want to discuss the whole episode tomorrow, and she should be prepared with the right words of explanation and discouragement, prepared never to have this monstrous thing happen again. But she couldn't think about it now. There was a terrible distraction in her aching, longing cunt. There would be no thought for her until she did something about it. If I'd played my cards right, she thought bitterly, I suppose I could be in bed with Barton Buckly right now. But, no, she didn't want that leering drunk. She was going to do without men from now on. She could take care of herself.
Jay was breathing deeply and evenly now, sound asleep. She could jack off quietly and he would never even know about it. Sliding her hand down to her already soaked pussy, she began to daydream, seeking a fantasy to go with her masturbation. But it was no fantasy she came up with. It was a vivid memory of a night five years ago, shortly after the time her fits of lust had first begun bothering her. It was the first time she had actively sought out and solicited a strange man.
It was in London, a mild foggy night, and Joan had been wandering the streets for almost an hour, desperately trying to work off her nagging horniness. She had lost her way and gotten into a rather rough part of the city, where drunks and prostitutes ruled the streets. She was beginning to be frightened, trying to find her way to a main thoroughfare where she could get a taxi. In the course of this search she ventured through a short alley. She didn't even see the man until she was almost touching him-and then she stopped short, too scared to scream.
He was a young man, dressed casually, leaning against the wall smoking, about half way through the alley. He made no move toward her, and he only seemed amused by her fright. "Do something for you, Miss?" he laughed.
"I-I've lost my way," stammered Joan.
"Well, now." The young man took a few steps toward her. "Which way did you want to go, then?"
Joan named her hotel and said she wanted to find a taxi to take her there.
"Then you're on the right track, Miss," said the man. "Just keep going through this alley and the next one, then you'll find plenty of cabs."
"Thank you," said Joan. She didn't move. As she'd talked to the young man, she had calmed down, especially when she realized he was friendly and didn't mean to hurt her. Now she had noticed something else. He had an enormous hard-on. The bulge in his pants was grotesque. It told Joan not only that he wanted a woman, but that his cock was exceptionally large. She needed no more than this knowledge to be restored to her own agonizing horniness. She realized, half in horror and half in excitement, that she was about to do something outlandish.
When she didn't move, the young man looked puzzled, then inquired, "Anything else I can do for you, Miss?"
"Yes," Joan said, hearing her own voice but hardly believing her own words, "you can fuck me."
"Eh?" He didn't believe what he'd heard.
Joan walked up close to him, laid her hand on the incredibly solid lump of his crotch. "I said, you can fuck me. Please," he voice was low, pleading, "I need it very badly.'?-
"I'll be damned!" The young man still could not believe what was happening. "You're joking with me, of course."
"No!" Joan replied urgently. "I mean it! Please!" She caressed the swollen length of his big prick through his pants. Suddenly, believing her at last, the man laughed delightedly.
"All right, sweetheart!" he said, starting to unzip his fly. "Happens I could do with a bit of it myself! I hope you don't mind taking it standing up? There don't seem to be any beds in this alley, now, do there?"
"It doesn't matter," Joan said. Her pussy was creaming fiercely now, and all she could think of was getting that enormous cock inside her. For enormous it was: the man had it out now, and it was so long and heavy that in spite of his stiff erection, it stuck straight out instead of up, held down by its own weight. "My God," said Joan, "it's beautiful!"
The man laughed. "Why, thanks, love! Let's get on with it, shall we?"
Joan sighed happily and backed up against the rough brick wall. She quickly slipped off her panties and then raised her skirt up to her waist. The man took one appreciative look at her small snatch, then approached her, grinning, Joan's heart pounded with excitement. She spread her legs. Then it was fat and snug inside her, the biggest cock she'd ever taken, and he was fucking her in long sensual deep-probing strokes.
"Oooo!" wailed Joan.
"You like it, love?" the young man sighed.
"Oh, God, YES!" sobbed Joan. "Yes, yes!"
So she let the strange young man fuck her standing up in the dirty alley. She loved every second of it, and even though he managed to perform for a quarter of an hour, to her it seemed to end all too soon. She was hardly conscious of him kissing her rather shyly and then hurrying off, leaving her alone with his warm cum dribbling down her legs. She roused herself then, however, and was just pulling on her panties when she saw someone emerge from the shadows at one end of the alley. It was a garishly made-up woman with brassy hair, no longer young. She approached Joan and asked in a harsh voice, "You new in these parts, love?"
Joan saw that the woman had mistaken her for another prostitute. How humiliating! Yet what else could the woman think? She'd apparently been passing by and had seen Joan and the young man screwing. Her conclusion was a natural one.
"Oh, yes," said Joan. "Is it your territory? If so, I'm sorry."
The woman laughed. "American, are you? Well, that'll explain your mistake. But every girl's got her own spot, see, and this is mine. You'll have to move on."
"Of course," Joan agreed quickly. "I'm sorry I took away your customer. I just didn't know."
"Oh, him!" the woman said contemptuously. "I know him, and you're welcome to him! He's got no money, never has. I bet he didn't pay you much, did he? And take my advice, love, see a doctor tomorrow. That bloke could've given you something, see what I mean?"
Joan paled and nodded, then fled. The whore was right, too. In a few days Joan discovered she had the crabs, and she made a shame-faced visit to the doctor. She told herself that her promiscuity, her one-night stands, had to end. This latest incident was just too much. Yet her resolution failed. She was back on the streets, soliciting strangers, within a week. Nothing seemed sufficient to stop her....
And now she was lying in bed next to her sleeping son, masturbating feverishly. Could she sink any lower than this? She didn't want to do it, but she had to. Her need was too strong to ignore. She might be able to give up men. Indeed, she swore she would. But she could not give up her very last resort, ending her craving with her own fingers. Stifling her moans of delight, Joan thrust her stiff middle finger up her soaked cunt, as if it were a miniature cock, one no bigger than Jay's.
Trudy wanted to die. What could be more humiliating, more awful, than to be caught like this? There she was, her whole fucking fist thrust up her cunt, and her twin sons were gawking and grinning at her. She'd never felt more horrified and ashamed in her life. She jerked her hand out of her soaked vagina with a loud lewd slurp and blushed scarlet.
"Boys," she said faintly, "it's very wrong of you to sneak up on people. I demand some privacy."
The twins grinned more broadly. "Gee, sorry about that, Trudy," said Ron, "but you looked like you needed help."
"I bet we could take care of it," said Jon. "Don't get up, well be right with you."
She thought it must be a nightmare, her two young sons quickly taking off their clothes, approaching the bed, preparing to make love to her, but it wasn't. Trudy screamed and leaped from the bed, plowing past the grinning boys toward the door. She streaked down the hall with the twins in hot pursuit. No matter how horny she was, no matter how painful her lusts, she could never permit herself to take what the twins offered, satisfaction through incest. She wondered how in the world her ex-husband had raised the boys, to make them this way-immoral, without conscience, interested only in their own pleasure. She had to teach them that it just wasn't right to have sexual feelings about their own mother.
These thoughts were brief and fragmented, because Trudy had all she could do to keep ahead of the boys. Her long legs kept her in the lead, but the boys had more energy, and she felt herself tiring. If only she could lock herself in somewhere-the boys weren't as strong as Buck, they couldn't break down a door. Ahead of her, far down the hall, she saw a closet. If she could get there before the boys, she might have a chance. Too late, she saw the shoe someone had left in the hallway, and she couldn't avoid tripping over it. She fell headlong onto the floor, knocking-the breath out of herself, and the next thing she knew, eager sweaty little hands were seizing her and dragging her somewhere.
Stunned by the fall, Trudy didn't come to her senses until the boys had dragged her back into the master bedroom and laid her on the bed. She felt some kind of activity, and then her eyes popped open in horror. The twins had found some of her stockings and had used them to tie her ankles to the bedposts. Now they were starting on her wrists.
"Oh, my God, NO," said Trudy, struggling to sit up.
"Hold her down," said Jon. "I've almost got it."
Ron seized his mother's shoulder and forced her back, while Jon succeeded in tying her left wrist to the bedpost. Then with Ron's help it was fairly easy for him to tie the remaining wrist. Trudy wept and screamed and struggled, but it was no use. The boys paid no attention to her frantic protests, and even her full strength couldn't rip the stockings that bound her. She lay on her back, helplessly tied, about to be raped by her own fourteen-year-old sons.
"Boys, for God's sake," she wept, "please, please think what you're doing. This could ruin your lives, and I know it will ruin mine. It's against all morality. Please, don't DO it."
Ron and Jon exchanged looks of amusement. "Aw, Trudy," said Jon, "you know that's a load of crap. We just want to fuck. No big deal. Why don't you just relax and enjoy it? Nobody's gonna know about it, so you don't have to worry."
"Enjoy. .. ?" Trudy said hoarsely. She couldn't believe it. She cursed her ex-husband for having warped the boys' minds. They were devils, perhaps beyond hope, and she was their helpless prisoner. She realized that crying and protesting would do no good. She could only submit and get it over with, because there was no way she could break loose. She closed her eyes, sick with horror, and waited for the incestuous act to begin.
"I'm first," said Jon.
"Right," said Ron, "but don't take too long. I'm dying to ball her."
The doorbell rang. "SHIT," said the twins.
Ron quickly donned his jeans and went to see who was there. Meanwhile Jon held his hand over Trudy's mouth so she couldn't alert the visitor. Ron opened the front door, and there was their neighbor, burly, silver-haired Henry Chase.
"She likes to walk," said Ron. "She says she needs the exercise."
"Good idea," said Chase. "I should do more walking myself. Well, I'll come back later. When do you expect her?"
"Oh," said Ron, "I think about two hours should do it."
"Thanks," said Chase. "Tell her I was here."
"Sure," said Ron, closing the door and racing back to the bedroom.
There he found Trudy struggling violently, straining at the stockings that bound her, and making frantic noises in her throat. Jon was having a hard time muffling her screams. Trudy knew it was a miracle that Henry Chase had happened by, that it was probably her last chance to be rescued, and she could have screamed with frustration when he went away without suspecting anything.
When Jon finally removed his hand from her mouth, she glared at the twins and said, "You little animals, what in the world makes you thing you can get away with this? It's insane."
"Oh, I dunno," said Jon, grinning. "What're you gonna do about it, Trudy? Tell the whole world that you balled your own kids?" He and Ron broke into peals of laughter, and Trudy wept helplessly.
"Well, let's get on with it," said Jon, climbing up onto the bed beside his weeping mother. Trudy couldn't help glancing at his cock, and she was relieved to see that it wasn't hard yet. In spite of his daring words, he seemed a little intimidated by her. In fact Jon was pretty nervous. Making it with silly little Patty had been one thing, but doing it to a grown woman like Trudy was something else. She'd just had Buck's giant prick inside her, could she possibly be impressed by Jon's puny little boy fuck-rod? Also, though Trudy wasn't much taller than he was, her body was much bigger, broader, and more lush, so that the boy felt like a dwarf about to make it with an Amazon. He wondered if he was really fit for the job, and he quickly thought of some delaying tactics.
"I want her to be hot first," he said to his brother. "Let's get her horny."
"Right on," said Ron, who was eager for any excuse to touch Trudy's magnificent adult body. He jumped up on the bed, too, and began to pet the springy moist hairs of his mother's reddish-brown snatch. So far Jon had done all the pussy-eating, both with Trudy and Patty, and Ron wanted to have his turn. He squeezed between her plump thighs before his brother could get there and snuggled down till his nose brushed her fragrant slit. It was the best view he'd ever had of a woman's genitals, and he decided to make the most of it, exploring her cunt very slowly.
"Hey," said Jon, "I was gonna do that."
"Tough," said Ron. "You can join me if you want, but I'm not moving."
Jon wriggled in beside his brother, tucked snugly between Trudy's legs, and the boys began to study her mysterious female parts. Ron gently pried apart the plump moist furry lips of her mons and exposed the tiny bright red button of her clit. "What is this thing, anyhow?" he said.
"I don't know exactly," said Jon, "but she calls it her clit. Girls dig being touched there, we know that much."
"Right," said Ron. "I'll give it a try."
"Better if you use your tongue," said Jon. "That really drives them wild."
Meanwhile Trudy continued to weep softly in protest, but the boys had tuned it out, and she knew it. She could expect no mercy, no rescuer. She had resigned herself to having intercourse with her own sons, but what worried her even more at this point was her own response. If Jon and Ron had just jumped on her and done it quickly, she could have remained unmoved, but the little fiends seemed determined to make her horny first, to make her enjoy it. She feared that she really would get turned on if they began to play with her pussy. That would be the final humiliation, not only to fuck her own kids but to love it. No, no, she just couldn't let that happen, she had to remain cold and unresponding. . . . And yet when she felt the hot wet touch of Ron's tongue on her ultra-sensitive clit, fierce pleasure ripped through her body, and she had to clench her teeth in order not to cry out. His little hot tongue tickled deliriously around and around her wet, slick clitoral shaft, and she felt her loins melt with lust. Still she kept silent. She must never let the twins know how much she enjoyed it.
"Ummm, doesn't taste bad," said Ron, licking Buck's cum off the tiny nub of her clit. He could feel it twitching and stiffening, growing hot and wet.
"Try sucking it," said Jon.
Oh, no, thought Trudy, no... .
She stiffened her body and clenched her teeth, knowing in advance how great it was going to feel and how hard it would be for her not to shriek her pleasure. Then Ron's hot lips were seizing and tugging her erect little bud, bathing it deliriously in steaming saliva, sucking, sucking. ... Trudy's eyes rolled crazily, and she gurgled in her throat as thunderous waves of bliss rocked her body. Oh, God, if only he weren't her son, if only she could let go and enjoy the luscious pussy-eating. ... She managed to stifle her cries of ecstasy, but she couldn't prevent the furious hot juicing of her cunt, the wet swelling of her labia, and the aching erection of her aroused clit. At last Ron took his mouth away and contemplated his work.
"Hey," he said, "it grew." That was true. Trudy's bright red button seemed to have doubled in size, sticking up like a naughty little finger, tightly swollen and weeping hot cream.
"Good work," said Jon. "That means she liked it."
Trudy shuddered, It wasn't right for boys so young to know so much about female sexual response. If the kids were this way at fourteen, she hated to think what they'd be like as adults. She just had to do something about it, but for the moment she was helpless to act.
"What's all this stuff?" said Ron, fingering the pulpy pink folds of her labia.
"Beats me," said Jon, "but I think she likes to be licked there, too."
Oh, damn, thought Trudy.
Again she stiffened her body and clenched her teeth, not a moment too soon. The next thing she felt was Ron's stiff little tongue snaking mischievously back and forth in the sensitive pink convolutions of her labia, driving her almost crazy with pleasure. Though she managed to stifle her blissful cries, she could not prevent her immoral pussy from doing its work again, contracting violently and spitting out loads of hot sticky cream that hit Ron right in the face. He gasped and giggled.
"Does that mean I'm getting her hot?" he said.
"Yep," said Jon. "Keep it up."
"Okay," said Ron, "but I want to find her cunt."
"I think it's right here," said Jon.
Trudy stifled a gasp of pleasure as he seized the horny lips of her labia and pried them apart, uncovering the dark gasping mouth of her vagina. The hole looked very big to the twins compared to
Patty's virgin cunt mouth, and they began to understand how a mature vagina could take in a cock as big as Buck's-or, for that matter, a whole fist. Wonderingly, Ron inserted two fingers, slowly pushing up into the steamy hole.
"Jesus," he said, "it's hot. And wet."
"Lick her there, too," said Jon. "She likes that."
Trudy sobbed and protested, but the boys didn't even hear her, they were so intent on their exploration of her pussy. She felt Ron's stiff wet little tongue wriggling into her frantically horny cunt, and she couldn't help moaning aloud. It felt so good, she wanted it so badly. .. . Then she clenched her teeth again, determined not to give the little imps the satisfaction of knowing they'd turned her on. Ron's busy tongue pushed deeper and deeper into the wet furnace of her cunt, she creamed buckets of juice all around it, but somehow, biting her lips, she managed not to cry out.
It didn't do her much good. Even the young twins could tell that she was violently aroused. Ron withdrew his tongue, his face smeared with her cream, and the brothers grinned at each other. Then Ron trailed a finger downward from her weeping vaginal mouth to the brown bumpy surface of her anus. Winking at Jon, he wriggled the tip of his little finger inside the rosebud pucker and began to work it in and out like a miniature cock. He felt the tight mouth gripping his finger, felt the rectal lining going red-hot and slick. Trudy moaned helplessly for a second, then shut up, but not before another ocean of cream gushed from her cunt.
"Jesus," said Ron, "she even likes it THERE."
"Yeah?" said Jon. "Let me try it."
Ron gave way to his brother, and Trudy anticipated the invasion of another mischievous finger, but instead she squealed blissfully as she felt Jon's slick little tongue wriggling into her tight asshole. She'd never felt such intense pleasure before. Slick heat and pressure snaked farther and farther up her rectum, and she creamed helplessly, letting go a monstrous flood right in her son's face. Jon gasped and jerked his head from her pussy, then began to laugh.
"Man." he said, "she almost drowned me."
"Well, at least we got her hot," said Ron. "Let's fuck her now. Hurry, man, I'm dying for my turn."
Jon was still a little nervous about mounting Trudy's big lush body, but he knew he couldn't disgrace himself in front of his brother, and at least he had a cock-stand now. The excitement of playing with Trudy's big juicy slit had gotten him pretty horny. Ron moved away to kneel beside Trudy and watch the action, and Jon clambered up over her, resting his hard little prick against the fierce heat of her aroused vulva. Again he felt like a dwarf getting it on with a giantess-his head came only to her huge tits, and he found he couldn't lie down on her without being smothered. So he knelt between her warm cushiony thighs, seized his rigid little pale dick, and wriggled the very tip into the wide musky mouth of her hot cunt.
Now that it was about to happen, Trudy panicked. She must, at any cost, prevent this act of incest. "Oh, please," she wept, "don't do it. Ill suck you off, anything, only don't fuck me."
"Sorry, Mom," said Jon, "but I won't settle for anything less than balling you. You can blow me some other time."
Trudy reddened and closed her eyes. Tears streamed down her face as she felt Jon's skinny hard little prick easing inexorably into her vagina. All her protests were too late, her own son was fucking her, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. She had only one consolation, she didn't enjoy it. Jon's immature cock was far too small for her wide mature vagina, and she could barely feel his movements. At least she didn't have to struggle to hide her lust. All she felt was frustration. My God, how she could have used an adult prick. There was no way this kid could make her cum, he just couldn't give her the friction she needed.
Jon noticed none of these difficulties. As he eased his eager meat into his mother's creamy red-hot vagina, he was aware that her hole was much wider than Patty's, but it didn't bother him. He was thrilled by her heat and wetness, thrilled to be balling a voluptuous grown woman. He whined and gasped and fucked her like crazy, ramming his young prick stiffly into her with blinding speed.
"Hey, how is it?" said Ron, who was watching intently as his brother's pale little prick whizzed in and out of Trudy's wet, hair-fringed hole.
"Great," gasped Jon. "Hot. Oh, Jesus, ohhh...."
Rather to his chagrin, he came within seconds, helplessly squealing and squirting his sizzling seed into his mother's womb. Faint and exhausted, he rolled off her big lush body, and Ron sprang eagerly to take his place. Trudy hardly noticed the transition, especially since the twins looked exactly alike. One inadequate cock replaced another, and again she felt faint stiff movements in her cunt, just enough to frustrate her but not nearly enough to bring her off. It was maddening.
"Shit, you're right," said Ron, "she's really hot. And wet. Oh, man, this is good...."
His hips flew as fast as his brother's, and his enjoyment was all too brief. He was admiring the sight of his pale, blue-veined prick, stiff and swollen, flying in and out of Trudy's large hairy fuck slit, when suddenly he shrieked and came without warning. It felt great, but he was disappointed in himself for not lasting longer. Red-faced and exhausted, he rolled off her to lie beside his brother. They watched rather wistfully as their combined cum leaked from Trudy's wide cunt mouth.
"Shit," said Jon disgustedly, "I didn't mean to shoot so soon."
"Me either," said Ron. "Let's try it again."
"Oh, my God, NO," wept Trudy. "Haven't you had enough? Please, let me go now ... I can't stand this."
The twins paid no attention to her distress. Callous, thinking only of their own pleasure, they were busily pumping their limp little cocks in an effort to get new erections. Trudy's big beautiful body excited them so much that they didn't have much trouble, and soon their adolescent pricks were hard and ready again.
There was a brief hassle, however, when the boys simultaneously tried to crawl between her thighs. They bumped into each other, stopped, and glared at each other. "Hey, man," said Ron, "I go first this time."
"Like hell," said Jon. "I'm always first with her, and you're always first with Patty."
"I didn't agree to that," said Ron, clenching his fists.
Jon thought for a moment, then grinned. "There's no conflict," he said. "I just had an idea. We can both ball her at once. There's plenty of room."
Ron laughed appreciatively. "Good thinking," he said. "Let's try it."
Trudy was aghast at this new atrocity, so shocked that she couldn't even speak up to protest. She comforted herself with the assurance that what the boys wanted wasn't physically possible. She reckoned without their determination and ingenuity, however. They adjusted the stockings that held her to the bed, they managed to roll her over onto her side. She felt one hot hard body snuggling up to her front, another in back. She began to panic Perhaps they were going to manage it after an.
"No, no," she wept, "please, not this...."
Of course the twins ignored her. She felt hot hard little pricks poking around in her tender vulva, heard the boys panting with excitement. One little cock popped slickly into her wide cunt, and Jon squeaked. "Hey man, I got it in," he said breathlessly. He burrowed his head between Trudy's great white jugs and sighed blissfully as he began to hump her.
"Wait for me," said Ron. It's not so easy from behind."
He managed it at last, however, and he moaned blissfuly as he felt his eager little prick sliding in beside his brother's, deliciously gripped in Trudy's big hot wet cunt. "Christ," he said, "this is so far out."
"It sure is," said Jon, wriggling happily, "but we gotta work together, otherwise our dicks'll fall out. Ready?"
"Go," said Ron.
The twins knew each other so well that they . needed no more communication in order to work in perfect rhythm. The two immature cocks, stiff and fat, worked side by side in Trudy's velvety wet passage, moving swiftly back and forth, sawing, probing and digging deep into her. At last she felt the thickness, the red-hot friction, she'd been craving. Two boy-cocks were equal to one adult prick in size, and the boys had more energy than any grown-up, balling her faster and harder than she'd ever been balled in her life. Her horniness was so great that she simply couldn't hold out any longer. Flushing hotly, her cunt creaming welcoming rivers, Trudy lost all control of herself and began to move her lusty big body in time to the twins' swift fucking. She couldn't restrain the movements of her hips, the juicing of her cunt, or her frantic cries of bliss.
"Oh, God, yes," she wailed, "yes, boys, fuck me hard! I need it, please don't stop. Ahhhhh, that's good...."
Separated by her body, the twins couldn't wink at each other, but they didn't have to. Both felt gleeful triumph at making their mother succumb at last. Her cunt grew hot and gripping all around their busy little pricks, and she wailed and whined her pleasure without restraint. They had won.
Ron couldn't resist rubbing it in. "You see, Trudy?" he said. "We can ball you as well as any grownup."
"Oh, yes, darling," she babbled, "you do it very well. Don't talk, though. Just do it to me. Oh, God, do it to me. Yesss. ..."
"Do we do it as well as Dad?" said Jon. "I mean, if you can remember back that far."
"Oh, yes, much better," said Trudy breathlessly. "But, please, boys, don't talk. Just fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can. That's the way I like it."
Ron and Jon decided to do as she said, rather, their bodies decided for them. They would have liked to have gone on teasing and taunting her, but their lust was too hot and urgent. They were fucking her so hard now that they could hardly catch their breath, let alone talk. There were no more words in the bedroom. Three frantically humping bodies worked together, Trudy's big lush form hemmed in by the slim boys with their wildly jerking hips. The bed rocked, everyone wailed and panted, and then suddenly Trudy was cumming violently. She screamed her sharp pleasure and writhed so powerfully that she broke loose from her bonds at last, tearing the stockings the boys had used to tie her. Her body convulsed in spasm after spasm, and the twins had to cling to her to keep from being thrown off. She gurgled ecstatically as she felt the double jet of sperm sizzling into her womb, and for a moment the pleasure made her faint.
When she awoke again, the boys were kneeling beside her and grinning down at her. "Well, Trudy," said one of them-she still couldn't tell them apart- "we gave you quite a fuck, didn't we?"
Trudy clapped her hands over her face and wept. Her lust was gone, she bore the whole horrible weight of reality. She had fucked her own sons and loved it-nothing could change that awful fact.
It was almost more than Mary could do to go about her work of cleaning up the after-breakfast litter. Curly and Karen left, laughing, kidding, and John Junior went to his room. She was in a state bordering on hysteria and a confusion of mind that was physically painful.
She had been aroused by the sex with Curly, but not satisfied. She hadn't been satisfied after Curly screwed her for many years. Once, he had been all she wanted. But, as the years progressed, and her husband have grown less and less tender, more and more of a caricature of a macho man, Mary had found it harder and harder to get it on in the old hot, happy, carefree way.
Why was Junie taking so long? Did he hate her for what she had done? "It was terrible, God, wasn't it?" she whispered, feeling her warm, oozing cunt grow slack with her fears. Would he go away with Troy Adams before she had a chance to talk to him?
She was at the sink, blindly scraping the breakfast dishes, when she heard her son's voice: "Mommy! Mommy!"
She turned cold. He hadn't called her "mommy" since he was six. Had she, or her act of incest, broken the boy down in some way.
She almost ran to his room and jerked open the door. And her heart gave a great, bursting leap of happiness. Her boy was as sound as a dollar, smiling, normal. But best of all, he was naked. And he was everything she had ever dreamed. Naked, a big hard-on sticking boldly out from the thick bush of darkly crinkled hair around his cock, and holding out his arms to her in a joyful welcome.
Mary stood still for a long moment. There was great ball of heat forming in her belly, threatening to burst. Her breasts felt heavier, fuller, and their sensitive nipples throbbed as they rubbed against the fine fabric of her nightie.
She walked toward the boy, whose face seemed unstrained by guilt or fear. She took hold of his hard dick as naturally as if he had been her Cousin Johnny, and she had been the twelve year old Mary of long ago. Strangely enough, although she had eaten a good breakfast, she still had the taste of his rich seed in her mouth, its funky and hot-making smell in her nostrils.
She looked at him, close up, and whispered: "What do you want me to do? Take off my nightie again?"
"Oh, yes, mom!" he gasped. "Oh, yes! Please!"
She let go of his cock and dropped her robe, then put his hands on her shoulder straps. "You lift it off," she whispered softly. "Look at me as it comes up. See me. I mean, really see me, the way I am, all I have. It's all yours, baby! Oh, mother's so happy!"
She felt a choking sensation in her throat, and a hard kink in her vagina, as if she might be trying to blow her load and couldn't.
As the gown came up over her breasts, she could hear Junie draw in a hissing breath.
"Oh, wow!" he breathed. "Oh, wow! So marvelous! So beautiful!"
The warmth between them was a tangible thing, like heat coming from a stove. Mary pulled the boy toward her, and he turned so that his rigid cock would not strike her belly direct. But she whispered, "Kiss me, Junie baby! Open your mouth! Kiss me!"
His tongue came into her mouth timidly at first, and then, as she sucked it, growing hotter each second, he probed all its long bulk into her, lashing across her tongue, seeming to touch as far back as her tonsils. She could feel his peter harden and throb, and she ran her hand down into the damp crevice between his hard young buttocks, her body shivering with anticipation weak with heat.
When they stopped kissing the boy's eyes were shining.
"Far out!" he said in a choked voice. "Real French kissing! Oh, mom, I couldn't believe it happened. It was like a real wild wet dream!" He looked confused, his young face scarlet. "I guess you know about wet dreams," he said faintly.. "You must have cleaned up enough of them for me.
Mary hugged him, and rubbed her hand in a circular motion on his smooth, muscular belly. Very naturally, her spread hand went down to his cock, and she opened her fingers wide so that two of them were on each side of his hard organ. Witbj, her other arm, she hugged him against her big, warm breasts.
"I always loved to see those puddles of juice," she declared. "I was so glad to see you grow up. I love you so! I was afraid I had maybe made you hate me. What I did-well-it was what you kids call 'pretty heavy,' wasn't it?"
"Yes," he answered, "but it was the best thing I ever knew. Only, it happened so quick." He flushed again. 'That's why I stayed home. I wanted to see if we could make it happen again, only slower."
His mother's heart nearly burst out of her breast. "Wait a minute," she said. "Let me go latch the doors. Hey, why are you grinning?"
"Because I already latched them," he said. "Oh, mom, thanks for doing this for me! There's so much I need to know."
They tumbled on to the bed, warmly naked, laughing excitedly. Mary held her son on her arm, his breath warm on the upper slope of her big titty. "What about Troy?" she asked.
"He's not coming." He laughed and kissed along her breast toward her nipple. "Wow! I've heard about things like this, but I sure never thought it would happen to me."
He boldly put his hand down between his mother's thighs, getting two fingers into the wet, sticky warmth of her cunt. "This is the main thing, isn't it, mom?" he asked in a hushed voice. 'This right here. Up along here," he whispered, and his finger moved around where her clitoris was growing and throbbing. "It makes a kind of tent, like. The flesh over it," he added.
Mary kissed him. "You know a lot for a boy your age," she said. Then she laughed. "I won't ask how you found out," she said. "That can be your secret. Did you ever stick your dickie into one of those 'main things'?"
He snuggled against her. "No, I never did," he said. His voice was wistful. "I wish I could. You know, old Troy's always talking about how easy it is to get, but I'm scared."
"You haven't been scared of me, lately," Mary said. Her cunt was filling up with heat and need. She had the sensation that its lips and walls were swelling, closing together, making her tighter.
"You mean when I hugged you." The boy made a strange sound. Not a snicker. A catch of breath. "I just wanted-well-to see if you would notice when I touched your, uh, your boobs. Gee, they felt so wonderful. So much bigger-' he paused, and Mary kissed him.
"Easy, doll," she said. "You don't have to tell me anything."
At about this very moment, Curly McLean was approaching his daughter's school. It was a hot day, and both windows of his pick-up truck were wide open. The breeze felt good on both father and daughter, and it tugged Karen's short skirt up to mid-thigh. Her legs looked very mature and lovely to the stocky man. Deeply tanned. A lot like Ellie's.
"You got a nice tan there, baby," Curly said, smiling with pride at his gorgeous young daughter. Jesus, she was a hot sight!
Karen laughed and flapped the little skirt up and down, as if she were trying to fan a hot area. She knew that the skirt's motion showed the white softly bulging vee of where her nylon panties, stretched so tightly over her soft little pussy. But she felt an odd tenderness for this gruff, macho-pretending father of hers, a desire to help him with whatever problem was torturing him. And to help mom, too, if she could. She knew, in her heart, that that's what all of them wanted-to help one another, to love and to give.
In her brother's bedroom, her mother felt that, now, she needed help as much as her son did. And someone had to start something.
She kissed him on the mouth, running her tongue in and around the inside of his cheeks. She was panting, and her cunt felt as if it would explode.
"Okay," she said, "you wanted to see if it was real, what we did a little while ago. Now you know. I did what I did for you, and I'll do it all again, if you're sure that's what you want. Shall I suck you off, like I did. MMMMMM!" she kissed him hard, then moved her body around so that she could hold his hard dick with her fingers, close to her lips. It was clean and shiny. She had cleaned it so that there was no longer any flavor, only the squeaky clean pinkness below the head, the deeper pink of the shiny, swollen glans.
She sat up, looking at her son's face. It was worried, and she thought she knew why.
'There's something else you want," she said firmly, "but you're either afraid or ashamed to ask me for it. Isn't that right?"
Junie's face cleared. "Yes!" he exclaimed. "What you were talking about a little while ago. About did I ever stick this old thing of mine into a, uh, a lady's 'main thing'," and he pushed his hand against the upper part of his mother's cunt.
She leaned and sucked his hard cock briefly, jacking the loose skin up and down, inhaling the sweated fragrance of his crotch. When she raised up, her face was flushed, and she was laughing.
"Now, you silly little boy," she said, "it's impossible for us to carry on like this if we're going to talk like I'm your mama and you're some little old mama's boy, afraid to say the right words. This 'old thing' is your cock, as you know. This," and she rubbed his hand deep into the flowing lips of her cunt, "is my pussy, my cunt, my snatch, my twat, although, to tell you the truth, cunt is the very best name for it. Does all this seem too rough for you? Are your surprised that your mama calls her vagina her cunt. At least," she smiled, "in situations like this, baby."
The boy's response was immediate and purposeful. He rolled toward her, rising up and pushing so that she went over backwards, her beautiful legs flying up. She was laughing, her face happy, her body humming with her inner excitement.
"That's my boy!" she cried. "Oh, Junie, this is better, isn't it?"
He was on elbows and knees, between her thighs, looking directly into her cunt.
"WHOOOOOO-EEEEEE!" he cried. "This is so pretty! So pink and juicy. Mmmmmm! Mom, you sucked mine. Is it all right if I suck you? Just a little bit," he pleaded, his face bright.
His mother's body tingled with desire. With her strong back muscles, with her hands on her softly muscled hips, she pushed her open cunt sharply up.
"Hold me open, son," she whispered hoarsely. "Dive into it deep! Oh, baby, grab a mouthful of mama's pussy! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH! THAT'S THE WAY, BABY! WAY TO SUCK, BABY! OOOOOOH, MY CUNT! OOOOOOHH, MY BABY BOY! WAY TO SUCK! WAY TO SUCK! AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!' '
She felt as if her body was turning inside out. The blasting cum that had been forming in her even while she lingered in the kitchen, worrying, wondering, was now ripping at her vital tenderness. She could feel Junie's sweet tongue going deep into her pussy, going in like a small, slick, very active cock, and it felt wonderful. His lips were rubbing on her clit, which was apparently going to jump clear out of its sheathing of slick, sensitive membrane. She felt hot juice running out of her, in spite of all that suction, and proudly knew she was cumming as much as she ever had.
"OH, JUNIE!" she shrieked, and now her heart was satisfied because she could use her son's name instead of Johnny's. Her ass was raised so high that her buttocks were against Junie's chest, and her breasts were tumbled down on her shoulders as he seemed to tower over her. Her legs were over his strong young arms, and she could feel his cock rubbing against her back. With her arms spread on the bed, she could look up and see Junie with his face buried in the thick lips of her twat, her taffy blonde pubic hair looking like a thick mustache as he ran his lips up and down, then back and forth, licking the beautiful sensitivity out of her genitals.
It was too much for her. The thick, hot tide of orgasm swept through her belly again, and Mary McLean beat her arms on the mattress, screaming weakly.
"OH, JUNIE, YOU'RE DOING ME SO GOOD! EATING MY CUNT SO GOOD! OH, LOVER BABY, SUCK MAMA'S HOT PUSSY! GET ALL MY LOAD! OH, JUNIOR, I'M SO HOT! SO GODDAMMMMMMED HOT! OHHHHHH! SUCKY, SUCKY, SUCKY, JUNIE BABY! EAT MY CUNT, LOVER! OHHHHHH! I'M C U U U M M M I I I N N N G G G ! I'M CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG! AGAIN! AGAIN! OH, MY CUNT! MY CUNT!"
The boy was delighted with his success. He knew, but barely, what cunt juice tasted like, but he had never had it in such large, mouth-filling plenty. He was raised to a white heat of lust, but it had cleared his brain. He really was sucking a pussy. The fact that it was his mother's seemed of much less significance than the plain fact that it was a woman's cunt he was eating.
"Junie," his mother whispered weakly, her hand brushing back his damp, dark hair. "You did that so good! Now, baby, I know how hard your dick is, and how much you need to shoot that wonderful juice out of your sweet balls. Look!" And the woman spread her thighs almost at right angles to her body, so that her cuntal area became wide enough to have given his entire loins a place to rest.
"See it, dear? See mama's fat old pussy? It's all yours, baby! Stick your sweet, big, hard prick into me!
The boy heard these challenging, earthy words through a red mist of brightly animal passion. This was the first cunt he had ever seen, and to him, it was the most sacred, the loveliest cunt in all the universe. He had tasted it. It was better than the best thing he had ever dreamed of. And now, having never before fucked anything more interesting than his hand, he was going to fuck into it.
He knee-walked the short distance to put him in place, and looked at his mother through heat-glazed eyes. "I know where it goes in," he said chokingly. "Will you help me aim it?"
With a throaty sound of intense feeling, his mother reached both her warm hands across her heaving flanks, shiny with her sweat. She got the hard prick in both hands, holding it tenderly, and pulled the boy toward her. She felt the touch of his cockhead in the center of her puddled cunt lips, and she hunched forward and upward, so that half the length of that hot, hard piece of meat went into her hungry cunt.
"Oh, mom, you're so tight!' the boy cried. "It's so nice on my peter! So slick, but so tight! Oh, thank you, mom! OOOOOOHHH! LOOK, MOM! I'M FUCKING YOU! OOOOOOHHH!"
She put her strong arms around his smooth, broad shoulders and whispered in his ear, "Put your hands under mama's butt, darling. Hold me up so you can drive it into me deeper. OHHHHHH! THAT'S IT!"
She felt his fingers grasping her buttocks, holding them apart, stretching her cunt and her asshole in that unmerciful beauty that makes it great to be a woman, and she felt she would shoot her wad again before her boy could get his nuts off.
But, when he felt that soft and heaving flesh in his strong hands, when his long fingers slipped in the bubbling cunt ooze that his mother was shooting with each pumping stroke of his cock, he let his nerves have their way.
A heave of feeling lifted his ass to its highest, and he drove his cock into his mom so deeply that he felt he must be hitting the very end of her cunt. That hard thing, which someone had told him was a woman's cervix, the closed mouth to her womb, was giving him something to bang against. The blood-swollen cunt lips were pulled out and spread like some dark, blood-gorged flower with petals of flesh and rubbed his belly, his cock, his balls.
He felt his nuts let loose with a pang of dark beauty, a hard jolt of hot nerves and raw membrane as the heavy load shot through the head of his cock. "OH, GOD!" he screamed. "OH, GOD! MOMMY HOLD ME, MOMMY! HOLD MY PRICK! HELP ME CUM, MOMMY, OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH! MY LOAD'S CUMMING OUT, MOMMY! FUCK ME, FUCK ME! OH, MOMMY, FORGIVE ME!"
His big blasts of hot, sticky semen were swelling her tender cunt as each shot seemed to fill her to bursting, and Mary, limp from her series of big orgasms, felt each powerful jet of his cum. There was so much of it! It was sloshing out around his pistoning dick as he fucked into her. She could feel it seeping down between her buttocks, over the crisscrossed hairs around her asshole. Oh, if she could only get some of it to eat!
She let the final, electric waves of cumming slide through her body along tightened nerves, enjoying the last shudders of itchy joy around her clit and in her cunt lips. Junie was a welcome load on her vital body, his weight pressing her breasts into hot pillows of intense feeling.
He was giggling, and sweat from his face and neck were dripping onto her own neck and chest, and she licked it up as if it had been his rich jism. It had the same salty, masculine flavor, and it gave her one final tremor in her well exercised cunt, making the boy's cock slide out of her.
He raised his head to look at her, then kissed her mouth with its soft, pink lips and tender smile.
"I was kind of silly, doing all that hollering," he said. He was thinking of something that Troy Adams had told him: "When you get a chance to fuck some old broad, do it. Every piece of ass they get, they figure it may be their last, and they really put out a fuck."
Troy was a dumb son of a bitch. Mom got it nearly every day, from dad, so she couldn't figure it was her last. But she couldn't have done it any better, no matter what.
He suddenly felt a jealous anger at Troy. He knew why the blonde boy was being so friendly. He wanted a shot at little Karen. At least, that's what John Junior had thought. Now, he wondered. Troy had sure as hell had eyes for mom, in her bikini, when he had come up on them at the pool.
The thought gave him a shock like getting hit in the belly by a hard fist. His mom, with some other guy's dick in her! It roused a flash of anger against his friend Troy, but strangely enough, the picture of his mother being fucked gave him a pang of lust..
She noticed his preoccupation, and pulled him down, kissing his face and neck tenderly.
"What's the matter with my big man?" she asked. "Do you feel sad because we did what we did? I knew you were troubled about sex-I saw you in the hall, then here in your room with that tremendous hard-on. You mustn't feel bad. It wasn't wrong."
John Junior sighed deeply. "I thought it was wonderful," he said earnestly. "Maybe it's wrong, I don't know. Sucking, and all that stuff. Some people say it's perverted."
His mother hugged him so hard that he almost lost his breath.
"That's a crock!" she cried. "Here, baby, roll over!"
She moved him off her, and turned so that her cunt was near his shoulder as he raised on one elbow. "This wonderful cock," she whispered, holding his cum-smeared, sticky prick, "is completely without sin. It's a natural part of you. And this pussy," putting his hand on the crisply curled hair of her cunt, "is just a part of me. Right? So, okay, we kiss each other on the cheek, or on the lips. They're just parts of us, and you know it."
Her son's eyes were intent, "is it all right for me to suck you and for you to suck me."
Mary opened her mouth and took his cock into its warmth. Oh, God, the delight of it! The taste of his jism, her cunt oil, mingled in their thick, rich nourishment. Her son patted her cheek.
"Mom," he whispered, "I love that. The way your cheeks sink in when you suck on my dick. It's so sweet. You really love it, don't you? OOOOOOHHHHHH!" He shivered, and pulled her head closer to him, so that all of his half-hard cock was in her mouth. "And I love to suck on your pussy, too."
She released his cock, running her tongue around her lips. There was that slick, marvelous taste far back in her throat, the richness of her son's sperm.
"Your cock is as sweet and clean as your finger. Cleaner, maybe. My cunt is as sweet and clean as my mouth. But I'll bet it tastes better to you, doesn't it?"
The boy thought, then grinned and nodded. "Your mouth tastes great after you've been sucking me," he said, and Mary laughed.
"That's my boy," she said. "Let me suck him in again, there's a drop or two I missed. And listen, honey, you can suck me, or stick a couple of fingers up me, or just look and enjoy. We've got all day."
Glen walked to the kitchen in a daze. He wasn't even sure of where he was until the cold air billowing out of the refrigerator chilled his feet. The cold air didn't affect his hard pecker at all. It would have taken a blast from the South Pole to do that. His prick was so hot it was burning. He hoped his mother hadn't noticed its stiffness. He wanted with all his might to neck with her as she had suggested, but he was afraid that if she knew how terribly worked up he was, she wouldn't go through with it.
She was bound to find out. Two minutes on the couch with her and his prick would push the flimsy loose towel aside and erupt all over both of them. She had already felt how hard it was when she'd asked him about his jacking off, however, and that had not seemed to upset her. She was used to his father, a grown man, and for all young Glen knew, grown men had hard-ons all the time. That was logical. After all, lately his prick was hard more than it was soft, and it stood to reason that things would continue to get worse in that department as he continued to grow up. Yes, that was very logical, especially in his current condition.
He took out two very cold cans of beer and held them against his stiff prick. He could barely feel their iciness through the towel and he knew darned well he'd boil the beer before the beer would cool off his prick even a little bit. It wouldn't work, he decided. As much as he yearned to learn a few things from the beautiful woman who happened to be his mother, it would be entirely too embarrassing if all of a sudden he began to writhe and gasp and shoot jism all oVer her beautiful pure body. He would drink a beer with her and talk a little about sex from across the room, and then take a cold shower and jack off again.
Glen closed the refrigerator and opened the beers. He straightened his shoulders and held the two cans in front of his stiffie and went to face-his mother for a nice little talk. She was sitting on the couch with one arm lazily outstretched on the back of it.
She was smiling in warm, calm invitation to him. Her little housecoat was still open and he could see most of her tits, and those tits had to be the biggest, most beautiful in the whole world because they were far better and appreciably bigger than any of the ones he'd seen on the models in Al's pictures-and those models were absolute knockouts. She had her legs curled up under her. Her legs were just a little heavy, but they had a shape that was absolutely terrific, and they looked just as smooth and polished as the wood of the coffee table in front of the couch. Even she appreciated their smoothness, for her hand was idly roving up and down and all around over her thigh and her calf as she sat there smiling at him, waiting for him.
She had turned on the fan and faced it to blow against the couch, and its breeze caused her golden hair to softly stir about her face. It was the most beautiful face in all the world, and he would be the biggest sort of fool in the world to pass up an opportunity to kiss it, to really, really kiss it. Glen tried to keep the shyness out of his grin as he padded forward on his bare feet and eased himself onto the couch beside his mother, just under the soft white curve of her inviting arm.
"Here's your beer, Mom," he said.
"And here's your first lesson in sex," she said, and that arm on the back of the couch slipped down to his shoulders and pulled him gently closer. Her other hand went to his cheek and turned his head to face her. Her beautiful red lips loomed ever larger and then touched his, softly at first and then with growing ardor and warmth. He felt his whole body go rigid, but he couldn't help it. She pulled him closer, kissed him just a little harder so that her soft, soft lips mashed out and completely covered his. He felt her tongue tickle over his trembling lips and for a moment he felt he was going to shoot right then and there, but then the delicious taste of that tongue sliding into his mouth made him softly moan through the kiss and lean in her direction. And this caused the beer to spill out from one of the cans and chill his hair trigger prick into at least a temporary state of calmness again.
She laughed and took a can of beer from his hand, drank deeply from it and set it down on the coffee table. Up close, she was even more beautiful. They laughed together when beer dribbled over his chin as he tried to drink, and he felt another lovely tingle in his balls and prick and even in his asshole when she leaned forward and licked the spillage off his chin.
"The tongue," she told him. "That's about the most important sex organ of all. First it lets you talk to each other, communicate, tell each other what you like to do and have done to you. Second it feels good and it tastes good," she said, and leaned forward to kiss him again.
Glen managed to set his beer can down before she did it this time. He was even more excited than before, but now he wasn't concerned about coming. He wasn't concerned about anything at all in the world except that marvelous soft mouth on his, all wet and warm, and that deliriously sweet tongue that was teaching his tongue how to do a dance far more exhilarating than the polka.
He didn't care what happened any more. He put his arms all around his beautiful, wonderful, understanding mother and hugged her just as hard as she was hugging him as they kissed and kissed and kissed. Their lips were always touching, either lightly or very intimately, as she showed him how to use his hands when necking. She didn't have to say a word, and Glen was very glad of that, for this was a kiss that should never end. She ruffled his hair with her hand, ran her fingers through it and caressed the nape of his neck. He followed suit.
Her hair was thick, and as smooth as silk. The nape of her neck was very smooth, and he could feel soft muscles under her skin. The heat of the day and the thick veil of her hair had made her neck quite warm and a little damp from perspiration. Glen somehow liked the feel of that. He even liked the smell of her sweat, all mixed up with the scent of her lipstick and her perfume, and subtly spiced with a musky scent that he couldn't quite identify but that he liked a lot. He sucked on her tongue and caressed her face and hair and neck. He mimicked her in every way he could except one, and he hoped he was pleasing her one tenth as much as she was pleasing him. That one way was impossible for him to mimic. There was no way in the world he could push and squirm a big soft tit against her chest to thrill her as she was thrilling him.
"You learn fast and you kiss nice," she told him, cupping his cheek in her hand, placing a series of warm little kisses all around his open mouth, smiling her encouragement through her eyes. "You're a little too eager and a little too rough at times, but that's very understandable and very forgiveable. Practice, that's what it takes. Practice kissing Mother gently now, Son."
He let his mouth hang a little open just as hers was, and he was able to refrain from plunging his tongue between her lovely lips when her tongue came out to tickle around his mouth. They both had their tongues out then and hers was lazily twisting about his while he sat there, rigid once again, trying not to be eager and rough with this very special woman.
"French kissing," she murmured. "You like?"
Before he could answer, she was sucking on the very tip of his tongue, very gently, but making him feel it right on down to his balls. He nodded his head in complete agreement with her, and her lips curled into the sweetest sort of smile around his tongue-tip.
"See what I mean about tongues?" she murmured, and now she buried her lovely face in his throat and Frenched him there.
"Oh, Jeezus," he muttered, and clutched her soft shoulder hard for a moment, fearful again that he was going to cum and thus end this total ecstasy. His blood was racing. Her softly sucking mouth, her constantly swirling tongue had his heart thumping loudly. He didn't know if he was going to cum or faint first, but then at the last moment she gave him respite by backing off with that deeply penetrating kiss and smiling into his eyes.
She ran her hand through his hair. She kissed his lips lightly. He saw her through a pink glow, utterly beautiful, radiant, adorable. One luscious big breast swung out as she reached for the nearest beer. She held it to his lips and further revived him, drank herself and set it down, an amazing woman to look so calmly beautiful while he was in such a turmoil of excitement.
"So now you know a little about using tongues for kissing and tasting and making each other feel good. Now let's use them for talking, for communicating. Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Beautiful! You're just beautiful, Mom!" he blurted.
She laughed softly and kissed him. "You're off to a good start. Women always like to hear that. But you've got to be more specific. Where am I beautiful, Glen? How?"
"Your face! Your hair! Your eyes and lips and nose and chin and ... and tongue and every thing about you is just beautiful!"
"You're sweet," she said, and rewarded her pupil with another soft kiss. "But is that all there is about me, honey?"
Her fingers were gently plucking at his hard little nipple, making him feel very funny down there. He was all confused and didn't know what to say, where to begin. Breathing very deeply, feeling very drunk, he looked from the pale tapered fingers toying with his dark rigid nipple to that billowing loveliness exposed by his mother's open housecoat and said, "You've got the most beautiful boo-breasts in the whole wide world, Mom."
She looked down at herself and smiled. She drew her housecoat wide open and she put her lovely hands under her even lovelier breasts and lifted them, as if presenting them to him. He gazed on, wilting, glassy-eyed, as she fondled them freely and said, "Is that what you call them? Boobs?"
"Breasts," he murmured. "You've got beautiful breasts."
"Call them anything you like, darling, as long as you don't call them ugly. They're not too big for you?"
"No. Oh, no."
"I used to call them my boobies," she said, still playing with them, still pampering her hands by letting them feel of that creamy full roundness and the utterly fascinating roughness of the big, big ends of them. "But you can call them anything you like, honey. Boobies, breasts, jugs, tits, anything at all that pleases you, darling. Would you like to play with Mother's tits, Glen? From the way you're, looking at them, I'd say you would.
Ask me nice, Glennie, and I bet I'd let you feel me up."
"Can I. .. play with your tits, Mom?"
"Of course, darling," she said, and she took his two quaking hands and placed them firmly against her marvelous warm softness.
"Oh, Jeezus," he muttered, for his mother's tits were even softer and warmer than he'd imagined they'd be when he thought about them and jacked himself off. There was a firmness about them that made them so very full and yet so upright in then-beauty, but he could feel nothing firm under the velvety flesh that his hot little hands were roving over.
"Feel nice, Glennie?" she asked, smoothing her hand over his leg.
"Uh-huh," he mumbled, as with ever new amazement he felt the softness of her very hard nipples.
There were tiny hairs there, just a few of them, the most delicate hairs in the world. The flesh was a lovely, lovely pink, all covered with the most fascinating kind of goose bumps, centered around that gigantic big goose bump that really was quite hard now that he could bring himself to close his fingers on it.
Suddenly he pinched it, quite hard. He didn't know what came over him, he just had to do it. He closed his fingers on it sharply and his mother gasped and said, "OH!"
And suddenly her arms were tight about him and she was breathing hotly in his ear and pushing her big tits into his groping hands and almost moaning as she spoke. "Pinch 'em again, both of them. You didn't hurt me. OH! OH, GOD! Darling, darling, hug me and kiss me and play with my tits. Oh, yes! God, I love you so. Baby, baby, it's all right. Nothing to be afraid of. We're not doing anything wrong. Kiss me, lover. Kiss me hard and play with my tits and make me feel so fucking good I can't stand it!"
Her use of that four-letter word shocked him. And so did her kiss and so did the strength of her arms around him. She Was trembling all over now and her body was jerking and thrusting itself at him. He was shocked and frightened, but he sucked on her mouth as voraciously as she was sucking on his and he pinched and played with her hard nipples as she mashed herself against him and moaned in a sort of delirium and all but crawled into his lap. Her arms were breaking his neck, and somehow he just loved it. He bit her tongue and pinched her nipples even harder, and it somehow thrilled him to the core when his beautiful mother whimpered through the deep French kiss and convulsive little spasms began to ripple through her body.
She whipped her mouth away from his just long enough to pant, "Arms around me and hug me as hard as you can. Hard as you can, lover!"
He hugged her till his bones were cracking. She hugged him back just as hard. Amazingly, his hands didn't miss her tits on leaving them for now the hot ripples going through her body made the flesh of her back every bit as exciting as that of her tits.
She fell back on the couch, arms locked tightly about him, mouth mashing and tonguing against his all the way. Then he was lying right on top of her, hugging her body and kissing her mouth, grinding his chest against her tits as she thrust them up against him. His hips were between her legs, and her hips were jerking up against his hard cock, all sweaty and wet and nearly bursting with good feelings. He was going to cum at any minute. There was no way he could help it. He couldn't warn her, couldn't get out of this marvelous embrace, couldn't begin to keep his hot young body under any sort of control in miraculous circumstances like this. But of course, his mother knew what to do.
'The towel," she panted, pushing him away and pulling him to her at the same time. "Get that damned towel out of the way and get your prick in me now, now! Fuck me, Glen. Oh, God, fuck me!"
The damp rumpled towel was whipped out from between their thrusting loins and now he could feel her bare flesh, all furry and hot, with his prick. He was gasping and panting and cumming already, or at least it felt like it.
"Get it in, damn it! Quickly!" she cried, and with amazing strength she pushed him away, and with equally amazing dexterity, she took his bursting cock in her hand and jammed its spewing end in the hottest, slickest, most wonderful place he'd ever dreamed of in his life.
"Oh, Mom!" he gasped, and his hips jerked forward to stick his prick all the way in her, all the fucking way.
He had no rhythm at all, and she nimbly helped him find it with her legs. They were as powerful as they were soft, and once firmly wrapped around his spasmodically thrusting hips, they helped him jam his spewing, shooting, gushing prick down deep inside her with fantastically pleasing results.
It was heaven, absolute heaven. Even in his most ardent masturbations he'd never felt anything approaching this. He felt he was going to die of the intensity of this orgasm and still he kept fucking her because this was a wonderful way to die. There she was right under him, the woman he loved most in the world, gasping and close to swooning, without a doubt feeling every bit as good as he was feeling. Luscious big tits rolling around on her chest as he heaved and bucked and stuck his prick in her. Gorgeous face all flushed with love and sex. mouth waiting to be kissed while they surged and came together, endlessly, endlessly.
Glen was still coming when he kissed that lovely hot mouth. They sucked on each other's tongues, and now it somehow calmed him instead of exciting him. He clung to her voluptuous body, hugging her and sucking on her mouth and the wildness went out of his penetrating thrusts and he just glided along through heaven quite effortlessly while the pleasure of orgasm became bearable again. He was still alive and he wasn't a virgin any more. He could feel what he was fucking with his cock and balls, and he could savor what it was he felt. The jism was still flowing out of him and he could tell that she was still coming, too, but now it was a relaxing sort of feeling, one that he wished would continue in just this way for the rest of his life. He wanted to laugh and shout and tell the world he'd finally done it, but he was far too comfortable to ever get up from the soft, all-encompassing cushion of flesh under him.
And then, just when all the sensation was fading into a lovely sleepy euphoria, Glen noticed that his mother was crying. She'd flung her forearm across her face in the final throes of their great, gasping orgasms and now he saw tears flowing out from under her arm.
"Mom, what's wrong? Did I hurt you? Oh, gosh, Mom. I'm sorry."
She sniffed and smiled and wiped away the tears. She hugged him and said, "No, honey, you didn't hurt me. And there's nothing for you to be sorry about. I just... felt so good I cried a little."
He grinned proudly back at her and said, "I felt so darned good I thought I was going to die. Wow!"
"Mm-m-m-m. And you still feel good," she said, and opened his eyes wide with the sensations she produced by tilting her hips up at him and hugging his prick with the wet warmth that was all around it. "Still nice and hard," she murmured, rolling her hips under him, milking out a few more slightly sensational drops of his cum.
"I don't think it's ever going to go soft again!" he said, kissing her dear face, squeezing her big titties to his heart's content.
"Wouldn't that be nice, A hard prick, a beautiful boy, a soft pussy and a willing woman ... we could be happy fucking forever. Ah, what a beautiful dream."
"Couldn't we ... fuck just a little more, Mom?" Mom?"
"You should rest, honey."
"I'm not tired," he said, and burrowed deeper in her, grinning broadly to show his enthusiasm.
"Well, I'm certainly not," she replied, with the same sort of grin, and with a very similar movement of her hips. "You're still nice and hard, still Mother's good boy. Just reach us a can of beer, lover, and we'll fuck some more."
The beer felt good going down. It cooled his throat but it didn't cool down his hot nuts and his hard prick by even a bit. His mother's mouth tasted all cool and sweet when he kissed her again and sucked on her tongue and slipped his tongue in between her lush lips.
"Back up and let me breathe for a moment, you horny little devil," she said. "See if you can sit up without taking your lovely little prickie out of me, honey."
It was a job, but between them they managed to do it. It took a lot of giggling and pushing and pulling-plus a little fucking-but in just a few minutes they were both sitting relatively upright on the couch. They sat in a sort of Yoga position, leaning back on their hands, with their legs intertwined and with their bodies still comfortably joined at the loins. Her spine was curved so that her big tits hung down almost to her belly button, but still they were quite beautiful to behold. The soft bulge of her belly was considerably more pronounced now and there were deep creases between rolls of sweat-gleaming woman-fat, all wonderfully appealing to his hungry young eyes. Her face was dripping with perspiration, her hair lankly plastered against her brow and her eyes were heavy and her smile was dreamy. They all combined to make a beautifully erotic picture for him.
And down below was her pussy, with his slim white prick stuck halfway in it as she rested and he filled his eyes with her loveliness. The hair if her pussy was all matted down and in a wet tangle. Her pussy had lips around it, and they seemed to be sucking on his cock just as the lips of her lovely face had sucked on his tongue. She was just dripping wet there, and the smell he'd been unable to identify before was now very clearly identifiable. He breathed it in as he gazed down at their slowly moving union. That could make a man far drunker than beer, and now he considered himself a man. at last.
She saw where he was looking and said, "Give me your hand, honey."
He obeyed her, of course, and she guided his hand to her loins. She place the ball of his thumb at the top of her soft wet slit, pushed it gently against a protuberance there and said, "That's my clit, lover. My clitoris. Rub it just a little. It feels real good when a man does that. Honey, not too hard. Christ, if I cum again so soon I'm just liable to wet my pants ... if I had any on."
A silly little joke, but they both laughed and giggled heartily. In the middle of it, she broke wind. It was the first time in his life Glen had ever heard his mother fart. The day before it would have appalled him, but now it just made them laugh all the harder, especially when she said, "I couldn't help it, honey. You've got me so wide open I just can't control myself down there."
"Look," he said, giggling and enjoying the little jiggles it put into their fucking. "Look, we're making a puddle on the couch cushion."
"It's my fuck-juice. God, I'm just sopping."
"I like the way it smells. Doe it... taste like that?"
The smile left her face. A beautiful look of anguish took its place and she bit her lip for a moment before saying, "Honey, we've gone far enough as it is."
"What do you mean, Mom?"
"I mean, fuck me, honey. Be happy with that. Fuck my pussy and kiss my lips and play with my titties, honey, and be happy with that."
"I sure do like your tits, Mom. I sure do," he said, and he put his hands on them. He squeezed them and he pulled and pinched their nipples, and she closed her eyes and slowly shook her head, as if in disbelief at how nice it felt.
Mother and son were still fucking, of course. His prick was bent down just about as far as it would go and sliding up and down through the topmost part of her perfectly slick hole. He was still gently thumbing her clitoris, just as she'd shown him how to do, while with his other hand he was playing with her big tits. Nothing in the whole world, none of the pictures that Al or anyone else could show him could possibly compare with what he was seeing while he was feeling so very much-and it all seemed so effortless. It was all so very natural, so loving and sweet, him doing lovely things with his mother and her smiling dreamily and letting him make them both happier by the moment. There really couldn't be anything at all that would make him much happier. He was quite content with what he had, though there just might be more to experience in their future together.
"Kiss my tits, honey," she said. "Suck on 'em. God, I'd like that right about now."
"Yeah, Mom" he said, and laid back, still fucking slowly with his hard, hard prick and watched as she arched her body forward at him.
The rolls of woman-flab disappeared from her belly and her big tits stood up for him. The pink, pink nipples were pointing straight at his mouth as it descended, wide open, to close wetly and suck heavily on the goose-pimpled big areolas and the hard velvet ball of the protuberant nipple itself.
"Shit. Shit fuck hell damn. That feels so fucking good, Glennie."
"Mmmm," he said, nodding his head in agreement, never taking his mouth from her succulent nipple.
"Keep fucking me, baby-boy. Keep that beautiful hard cock going in me slow and easy, and let's have one more good cum together before we pass out."
He gave her a hard shove with his cock, and she emitted a gutsy moan that made him jab her hard again. He bit her nipple as he'd bitten her tongue and she said, "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Feelings surged in him. He'd cum once in the shower and who knows how many times with his first fuck, but he had to cum again-right now.
He let the nipple pop out of his mouth and he grabbed her to him. Legs all entangled, he was still able to hump at her with his hips and drive his strong young prick into her buttery pussy, and even in this close and awkward a position she was able to throw it back to him. He couldn't see his hard cock jamming into her pink and blonde pussy, but he could certainly feel it as he shoved it into her as hard as he could.
She could feel it too, and she let him know it.
"Oh, baby. Baby, baby, baby, give me all you fuckin' got! AAOW! AAOW! I LOVE IT! LOVE YOUR COCK IN ME! LOVE IT!!! MY SON, MY BABY BOY, FUCK ME, CUM WITH ME, AND LET ME SEE IT HAPPEN TO US!!!"
Her strength returned. As hard as he was driving into her, as close as he was to shooting, she was still able to push him away from her for a moment. That moment was just long enough for his prick to come popping and springing up out of her hole and eject its rich white spume up between them. It spurted heavily. It jetted mightily. Creamy geysers spurted up onto her belly and tits and chin so very beautifully that for a moment the sight of it was even more sensational than the feelings ripping and coursing and exploding in him from his asshole to his brain. His jism was as pure and white as snow, and as hot as fiery lava. It was shooting up in spurt after spurt, showering her with its thick droplets while it drained his balls and at the same time filled him with energy to go on.
His slim hips were still convulsively humping, even though his six inches of cock was bobbing and jerking and spitting its load in empty air. She was still cumming, too, jamming her clitoral region against the base of his cock and her softer pussy against his balls, and gasping out words he couldn't distinguish but that he could clearly understand.
They watched together in a very mutual ecstasy as the geysers of jism turned into weak spurts and these in turn became soft, delightful drooling of white that flowed over the ruddy red head of Glen's jerking cock. They sighed together in total relief and in a kind of sadness that it was over with for a while, and then they hugged each other in their impromptu Yoga position and squirmed their sweaty warm bellies together against that strong young organ that had given them both such' profound pleasure.
They kissed, lazily and fondly. Betty reached for the closest beer, and Glen got it for her. They were still joined, hopefully forever. They drank, and although it was warm and too fizzy, Glen liked it. He liked everything he could share with his dear, sweet, beautiful mother.
"That was really something, Mom. I'm glad you let me fuck you again."
"My pleasure," she said, and smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Have you had enough education now, honey?"
He shook his head. "You want me to go to college and I'm just starting out in high school. You want me to learn about sex and all I've done so far is fuck a couple of times. Do you think I've learned enough yet, Mom?"
"I can't teach you everything."
"Why not?"
"Your wife. Someday you'll get married and leave me. There are some things you should learn from her."
"Why not learn it all from you? Heck, you know more about it than anyone in the whole world."
"Flatterer."
"Well, it sure did feel like it. Can we fuck some more? My prick's still hard."
"Darling, you need a little rest," she said, and she stroked his cheek and patted it.
He pushed her hand away. "Don't treat me like a baby. I'm not a baby any more."
"Yes, you're a man now," she said, and he nodded in full agreement. "But I'm still older than you and I know what's best for you. We're going to take a rest now. I'm going into the bathroom and clean up and refresh myself and then you're going to do the same. Then we're going to put on some clothes and . . . Where's my little cotton wrapper? How did we get that off me? Never mind, honey... We're going to get dressed and talk about what's happened and how we're going to handle it. Okay, honey?" she asked, and stroked his cheek again, and looked at him with such mature wisdom in her eyes that he had to nod his agreement and at least try not to think about what a tragedy it would be for him if they just talked about it in the future and didn't fuck any more.
