Sophia Chapter 01: Loving Mother

---------------
Sophia finds herself fixating on the image of her son's very
large, robust organ.

(FM-voy-mast-Incest)
---------------
By William DuPain
---------------

Clint stroked his cock faster now, as the memory of his mother
bending over in front of the kitchen stove to clean the oven,
rushed into his mind. Filling it with the steamy vision of her
bulging ridge, hanging out of one side of her panties. Clint had
froze fast to the floor behind her in shock, not knowing if he
should run, cut, or cry. One thing he did do without conscious
effort, was grow the most enormous hard-on he had ever attained
in his young life.


He had never seen his mother's pussy before that day; he had
fantasized about seeing it, touching it while she slept, even
fucking it. But nothing in all his fantasy's equaled seeing the
real thing, it was hot, and her ass was just too gorgeous.


Sophia Dupree was a very well preserved 36 year old who owned the
smooth, fit body, of a woman in her early twenties. She had
blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, and an ass and breasts made for
touching, and the sweetest disposition of any woman on the
planet. Her legs were well toned, and highly defined, much like
those of a working dancer.


He imagined her in his minds eye, lowering her hot mouth over his
hard cock, as he pumped himself, and that was all it took. He
shot his load into the tissue paper he held in his other hand,
and nearly passed out in the process. Clint got up and headed for
the shower, musing that it had been lucky for both of them that
he had been able to exit the kitchen without his mom ever knowing
he had been there in the first place.

---------------

Sophia smiled to herself, as she sensed her son's presence
exiting the kitchen area, and she was sure that he had gotten an
eye full, or hoped he had anyway. She remembered how shocked she
had been, coming upon his bedroom door last week and seeing him
stroke his enormous hard-on with his eyes closed, calling her
name as he shot cum high into the air above him.


She had froze on the spot, mesmerized at the sight of his huge,
thick cock, and his hand rapidly jerking up and down its total
length, God, she had thought, it would never fit. Her breathing
grew more rapid, as she continued to watch this hot, notoriously
lewd scene in front of her.


She had never seen such a large cock before, nor had she ever
witnessed a man jacking off until today. Her pussy tingled, as
she watched the long dick swell up and become even larger while
her son pumped it furiously.


"Oh mom, your so hot, God, how I want to fuck your pussy!" he had
groaned.


Sophia was shocked when she heard him moan and call her name, it
was then that heat flooded the area between her legs in
abundance, and her nipples became so hard she thought they might
explode right there.


She continued watching, unable to move her eyes off that large,
pulsing cock, in her son's hand. All at once his entire body
strained upward off the bed, and suddenly his cock began to jerk
wildly in trauma, and spew white sticky fluid high in the air
above his body, as he groaned out her name again loudly.


Sophia's body was shaking, her legs felt like silly putty, and
her head was dizzy with the warfare of both passion and guilt.


"Oh fuck mom, how I want you baby!" he whispered.


Sophia was shocked to find her hand pressed firmly against her
mound, and noticed immediately, the heat, and dampness, beneath
her fingers. She jerked her hand away from her organ quickly, as
she felt a trickle of fluid run down the inside of her thigh.
Suddenly, filled with intense guilt, she abruptly turned away,
and hurried away from her son's bedroom door.


She remembered how she had rushed to her own room almost in
tears, upset that her son was fucking her in his mind while
masturbating. But she also noticed how wet she was between her
legs, and how she shook, as she sat there trying to dismiss this
erotically sensual image from her mind, an image that simply
refused to be terminated.


Later that night, unable to get the memory of her son's huge cock
out of her mind, she had fist-fucked herself through the most
intense orgasm of her life, as images of her well hung son
ravishing her body had flashed repeatedly on the screen of her
minds eye.


After several weeks of nearly sleepless nights Sophia came to the
most monumental decision of her life, she was going to seduce her
son.


She remembered, how she had lain there waiting, until she was
sure he would be asleep, and then rising from her bed; she had
quietly crept to his room. She stood beside his sleeping form
looking down into his youthful face, with its broad, rugged
features, and loved him.


She could see the outline of his penis under the top sheet, and
was unable to resist reaching over, and giving it a gentle
maternal squeeze that made her breath quicken, and her body
shiver with excitement. She wanted him, right then, and there,
and she could feel her pulse quicken just from being this close
to that wonderful cock of his.


Sophia was wet between her legs, and her nipples so erect they
were nearly painful, her face was aglow from the internal
chemistry of her burning passion. God, how she wanted him right
now, how she admired the youthful power of his sex drive, his
handsome body and unspoiled innocence.


It was not so horrible she thought, after all it was normal for a
young man to get an erection and fantasize about sex, and Clint
was after all, a healthy, normal, and very beautiful young man.
He was better looking than his father had been, so much more
considerate of her feelings, and she was very proud of him. His
penis was also much larger than his father's had been, God, how
her mouth watered for a taste of it right now.

---

After her decision was made Sophia had made sure that the
bathroom door remained slightly open when she showered, and that
her bedroom door was always cracked open a little when she
dressed or undressed. She also made it a point to make sure her
dresses were higher than before, and made an effort to keep the
upper buttons of her top undone. It was harmless she thought, to
make sure that Clint had a clear vision of her body to help
enhance his youthful fantasy life.


Sophia began to reveal her charms to her son the very next
morning. When Clint came downstairs for breakfast the next
morning he found his mother in nothing but an old t-shirt, it's
bottom hem notoriously flirting with the gusset panel of her
brightly colored panties.


She sat lewdly reclined in one of the kitchen chairs her panty
clad mound readily visible between her slightly parted thighs.
Sophia's T-shirt pulled tightly at her ample breasts, her enraged
nipples standing out sharply beneath the thin fabric of her
garment.


He was surprised at her appearance because she had never been so
casual in her fashion before, at least not in his presence. But
he had to admit as he watched her move around the kitchen; she
was the loveliest woman in the world, and he rather enjoyed the
beautiful scenery.


"Good morning Clint, sleep well?" she asked.


"Um...yeah mom," he answered.


"Sit down, your eggs will be finished in a minute," she told him.


"Uh-h...Ok mom," he mumbled.


Clint paused before sitting down at the table, and Sophia could
feel his eyes roaming over her body as he undressed her. She felt
her nipples begin to firm up, and rise, then the heat in her
pelvic region flared as her labia began to swell with blood. She
was silently pleased at his reaction to her state of undress,
feeling somewhat flattered by his attention.


Clint had been glad for the invitation to sit, as he was now
beginning to grow a magnificent hard-on beneath his fresh clean
skivvies. He continued caressing her with those hungry eyes of
his visibly fondling her most sensitive areas.


"You look very nice this morning mom, even sexy, kind of," he
told her as he took his seat.


"Why thank you Clint, its very nice of you to notice and say so,"
she replied.


Sophia smiled inwardly as she finished her son's breakfast, she
could tell that she had surprised him this morning, sparsely
dressed as she was. She had seen his erection as he watched her,
and for some strange reason she couldn't explain, it pleased her
tremendously that he found her attractive.


Sophia brought his eggs and toast to the table where he sat,
placing them in front of him. She then turned moving to the
refrigerator, where she bent over very low as she retrieved his
orange juice. She knew everything behind her was wide open for
his inspection just the way she wanted it.


Clint's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he watched his
mother bend over, he could see her mound drawn up tightly by her
snug panties, and plainly make out the crease of her pussy. He
must be imagining it he thought, but he swore he saw a thin line
of moisture at the top part of her crease.


Sophia placed the half filled glass of orange juice in front of
her son then moved around behind his chair and placed her hands
on his shoulders, and bending over a little, kissed the top of
his head.


"Will you be using the car today Clint," she ask, as her hands
softly massaged his shoulders. She'd promised to help him
purchase his own after his eighteenth birthday, but they hadn't
started looking yet.


"I hadn't planned to mom," he replied."

I was planning on sticking around today and getting the yard work
finished," he said.

"Besides Donavon said he might drop by with a new P.C. war-game
I've been waiting to try out," he told her.


"Well, next time you do would you please run it through the
automatic wash and have it waxed please," she told him, as her
fingers gently caressed his ear lobes.


"Sure thing mom, I'd be happy to," he told her. With each pass of
her fingers a current of intense sexual energy shot downward to
his crotch area and made his massive member lurch inside his
clothing. He felt a little guilty about it, her being his mom and
all, but Jesus, she was a sexy and very attractive woman, and he
just couldn't help it.


Sophia moved back to the stove and grabbed the cookware from the
top of it, and then bending down she opened the oven door to
place the pan inside and out of sight. She bent down very low,
and moved exceedingly slow, to allow her son ample time to view
her ass.


She was nervous about all this flashing activity, this being her
first attempt at it ever. But she was so hot, and wet now, she
couldn't stop even if she had really wanted to, and she didn't
want to.


That shivering sense of excitement in the pit of her belly told
her this would soon lead to her son fucking her, most likely, and
she couldn't wait. It was strange she reasoned, that she had no
profound guilt over her desire for him, or her present peek-a-boo
game.


Sophia moved her trim shapely body to the counter, then turned
placing her elbows on the Formica top. She extended her legs
outward in front of her and parted them just a little; making
sure the front of her t-shirt rose up over her panty covered
mound.


She knew that in this pose his eyes had clear access to her
prominent high pubic bone and pussy. She was hotter right now
than she had been since her husband Bill had left her nearly
eighteen months ago. She could tell from his reactions that he
loved the show she was putting on for him.

Sophia looked away, allowing her handsome son to view her body
unhindered by guilt. She then very slowly slid her hand down the
front of her t-shirt, until her fingertips were at the waistband
of her panties.


Then she slowly slipped her first finger under the sheer fabric
and left the other three outside, and continued moving her hand
down until it rested at the top of her pubic bone.


Clint's cock was hard as stone as his eyes were held fast to the
languid movements of Sophia's sinful hand. He thought for a time
that perhaps she was on the verge of rubbing her cunt in front of
him.


"Well, I suppose I should dress and get decent before your friend
arrives," she said as she began to move toward the exit.


"He wont be around until later this afternoon, so relax mom, and
take it easy, it is Saturday after all," he suggested.


Sophia had paused directly next to his arm, her mound facing
directly at him. As she leaned over to hug him she parted her
legs slightly and captured the side of his arm between her legs.
She then hugged him gently and kissed his cheek.


Clint's cock became as hard as stone when he felt the heat of his
mother's organ on the side of his arm, and her soft breast
resting at his shoulder. As she kissed his cheek, he quickly
turned his lips to hers, and found her mouth.


She moaned deeply in her throat, and it was the opening note of
her first love song of the day.


Sophia kissed him back, her tongue entering his mouth lashed at
his with all the force of her pent-up frustration. With a shaking
hand she lightly raked her long nails down the side of his strong
neck as they kissed.


She whimpered as his hand found her breast, the heat from his
touch made her body shiver again, and she moaned loudly as he
firmly squeezed her hard tit. Her expiration had quickened
substantially, and her pussy was oozing fluids at a phenomenal
rate.


"I love you mom," he told her as he turned facing her on the
chair. He seated Sophia on his knees facing him; he could feel
the heat of her cunt on the top of his legs.


Sophia broke the kiss and paused, she was shaking all over and
her pussy ached with need for him, she rested with her arms over
the top of his shoulders as she looked into his eyes.


"Oh baby, I love you too," she whispered breathlessly.


"Do you ever imagine me naked when you masturbate?" she ask him
point blank.

"Uh...MMM, well, maybe, I really don't know," he stuttered, as
his face went deep red, and his eyes bore a hole through the
floor.


Sophia smiled, knowing the correct answer already, and though it
may have been wrong of her, she was truly flattered that her son
found her attractive enough to fantasize about.


"I didn't mean to embarrass you Clint," she said softly as she
leaned forward to kiss his cheek. She would insure from now on,
that she did indeed provide her son with the rich fantasy life he
deserved, she decided.


"Mom, yes I do," he finally answered.


"Don't be ashamed Clint, it's normal for a young man of your
age," she replied.


"I do too Clint, I have since your father left," she told him.


"You, you're kidding... right!!" he responded.


"No son, I'm not," she said softly. "Would you like to watch me
sometime?" she asked him.


Without a word Clint slid his mother's body forward until her
crotch rested directly next to his hard cock, and humped upward
against her heated pussy. Then placing his hand at the back of
her head he forced her face forward, and kissed her again, it was
longer and deeper than before, with more intense feeling.


Sophia went wild with passion, and quickly unfastened Clint's
belt and pants; working feverishly she freed that enormous cock
she had been unable to forget. She whimpered again, as her small
hand began to stroke his hot smooth shaft.


"Clint, I need you baby, I need you inside of me!!" she whispered
against his ear in a broken, urgent, tone of voice.


Placing his hand under her buttocks he raised up from his chair,
turned, and placed her butt down on the table. Then quickly moved
everything out of the way, and laid her flat down on top of it.
He placed a chair beneath each of her feet and one in the center
of them for himself.


Clint slowly liberated Sophia from the burden of her bright silky
panties, and became dizzy with passion at the sight of his
mother's labia. She was smooth, save for a small triangular patch
above her crease.


"Yes baby, please hurry!" she whimpered.


He did as she asked him, and carefully slid the now, wet panties,
carefully over her delicate high-heels, one at a time. He held
the damp spot at the front beneath his nose as she watched, and
inhaled loudly, then extended his tongue and softly probed the
savory moisture that he found there.


"Your taste is spicy and pleasant mom," he told her without
flinching. His eyes lowered to her cunt and saw that she was now
slick with fluids, and her nipples were hard, high, and flushed
with radiant color.


"You're such a hot looking slut... mother, would you like it if I
were to fuck you right now?" he asked her.


"Yes baby, I want your cock inside of me when I orgasm," she
cooed softly.


Her pubic bone was very high and sloped nicely to her well-formed
tummy. The ridges of her labia at both sides of her crevice were
high and well rounded. Her clit was protruding out slightly
beyond the two sides of her beautiful mound, and though not
having seen many woman naked before, he was sure that his mothers
was larger than average.


Her vaginal lips were swollen and open slightly and very heavily
covered with moisture; they were a beautiful shade of light
crimson. His mouth drooled as he stood there appreciating the
beauty of her body.


Clint sat down in the chair, and leaned forward without touching
her. Then with his face very close to her cunt he loudly exhaled
his hot breath directly against her swollen pussy.


Sophia groaned as she felt the warmth move over her exposed
crotch and shivered sharply with anticipation. "Oh God baby,
please eat me, please make me cum Clint?" she ask of him.


He was only too happy to comply with her request, and began
making small bites all over her ridges. His hands were now
teasing her hard nipples, twisting, and pulling at them, until
she moaned out loud with the strength of her desire.


Sophia became in her imagination, a young maid bound securely to
a cool slab of dark stone, her knees high, and her legs
provocatively wide. A great serpent lay between her legs, its
forked tongue rapidly stabbing at the tender region of her wet
valley and thrilling her with its touch.


With every flick of its nimble tongue an explosion of pleasure
coursed through her body from her clit to her nipples, then
slowly it dissipated into gentle, sweet warmth, that filled her
body with a deep sense of contentment.


Clint lightly flicked her engorged clit with the very tip of his
tongue, and smiled as her hips bucked rapidly upward, he
continued bathing her organ with his thick, hot tongue, until she
was nearly delirious. He opened his mouth and sucked the hard
little mass of flesh inside, then slowly, and very gently, raked
his teeth over the nub.


"Oh God baby, oh God yes, eat my pussy baby!" she cried out, as
each lash of his tongue, brought a fresh flurry, of warm sparks
of pleasure, against her heated flesh.


Clint inserted two fingers into his mother's moist opening and
began to slowly move them in and out of her wet cunt. He was
lashing at her clit with increased speed and force now, and she
was moaning incessantly, and the next time he raked her clit with
his teeth she exploded.


"Ah-h-h-h...I'm coming...I'm coming... Oh baby I'm coming so
hard!" she screamed. Her entire body shook violently, as shock
wave, after shock wave, ripped through her consciousness with
unbelievable force pushing self away from the writhing, heated
flesh of her tormented body.


Sophia's mind was completely scrambled; everything was gone from
her consciousness save for the warmth and tingling that enveloped
her body like a snug glove of pleasure.


Clint smiled as her body quivered from the force of her orgasm,
and her vaginal walls convulsed violently around his still moving
fingers. She had grabbed his wrist with both hands and was
forcing it deeper into her swollen cunt, rocking upward on it
with all her power.

"Oh baby, that was beautiful," she sighed.


Clint stood, and paused to look at her as she rested, noting how
heavily her upper cheekbones were colored by the flush of her
release, and how large and hard looking her nipples were. Then he
smiled, very pleased with him-self that he had a part in bringing
her this wonderful feeling.


"Was it good for you mom?" he asked her.


"Oh yes baby, it was wonderful," she replied dreamily.


He looked down into her smoldering green eyes then kissed her
again, and found her lips were like a well constructed drink,
addictive, disarming, and sweet. Pausing to look into her face
once again... he was moved inside with love for her, because of
what he had just witnessed...what he had just done.


Sophia looked into his eyes, noting how he watched her body, and
her heart flared hot with love for this awesome creature above
her. Wrong or right, Sophia was pleased that he lusted for her;
it was what her damaged ego had so desperately needed.


There was a sharp intake of breath from Sophia, as Clint's cock
forced her tight blood engorged vaginal lips open and he took
possession of her body. As his enormous cock expanded her vaginal
walls, she gave out her approval of his method of entry with a
low fiery crescendo of sexual oratory.


"Mother, would you do something for me please?" he asked her.


"Anything lover, " was her instant reply, as she looked up into
his youthful face. She knew she would never be able to deny him
again after today, especially not in a heated state of passion
such as this.


"Would you masturbate while I fuck you, I'd love to watch?" he
asked her sheepishly.


Sophia did not reply, but merely smiled at him, as her hand moved
lower toward her mons. While her fingers began their slow, lewd,
dance of lust around her mound... she could feel his cock flinch
in her passage. The sensation of his eager hardness moving inside
her, electrified her entire being, and made her nipples harder
than they had ever been in her life.


The sight of Sophia's hand manipulating her clit that way only
served to further escalate Clint's need for her, and he plunged
his cock into her slick, wet body, until the massive head of his
dick bumped the softness of her cervix.


"Oh baby it's huge!" she cried out. But her statement was not
born out of pain, no, but given out of pure, unbridled
appreciation, of the pleasure he gave her.


He was a beast she thought, this man she gave birth to, pounding
her pussy with his enormous cock, driving her headlong into
another orgasm. She was so hot laying there playing with herself
in front of her son. Something about the fact that it was him
standing over her watching her, drove her to an extreme of
decadent desire, she had never achieved before.


"Fuck me baby, make me your slut, and make me come again!" she
cried. Sophia was half out of her mind with the need to release
again, and her cunt was flowing with the thick warm product of
her arousal.


"Play with it baby, make that hot little pussy cum all over my
cock," he groaned, as he hammered into her body like a madman
gone wild.


Sophia was now crazy with pleasure at the sensation of her son's
enormous tool ripping, and tearing its way through her soft
passage. The sensation of his hard pubic bone rapidly slamming
into her fragile clit was titillating in the extreme.


Clint reached down and twisted one of Sophia's nipples extremely
hard making her cry out. That was all it took, she arched her
body upward and froze above the table shaking, as her cunt
clamped down around Clint's cock and spewed out a tremendous
amount of hot salty fluid, filling the air around them with her
sweet warm fragrance.


It felt as if her orgasm lasted an hour, as she tingled from head
to toe and flushed warm with pleasure. She was totally unaware of
her surroundings, or what her lover above her was doing at the
moment; every aspect of her mental powers were focused on the
sweetness of her release.


The sensation of Sophia's vaginal mating rhythm around his shaft,
drove Clint beyond his ability to control, and he began to blast
the inside of her cunt with his hot, creamy cum. Spasm, after
spasm, rocked his young body, as his cock flinched, and lurched
inside his mother like some great snake struggling to be free.


With his climax now over Clint picked Sophia up from the table
and sat down in the chair behind him. He placed Sophia on his
knees with her head resting on his shoulder.


"I have never cum so hard in all my life baby," she whispered to
him.


"It was great for me too Sophia," he replied.


She kissed him slowly, with deep, wet expressions, of her
appreciation for his efforts. They sat there and necked for some
time before putting their cloths back on.


"You're a wonderful, and very capable lover, Clint Aaron Dupree."
She told him smiling.


"And you, Sophia, are the worlds most capable teacher," he teased
right back.


Just as both of the lovers had finished making themselves
presentable again the doorbell rang, and Sophia went to answer
it, as Clint tidied up the kitchen table.


When Sophia returned she had in-tow his long time school chum
Donavon Peterson, "Don," as they called him, had been a year
behind Clint in school and was in his final year at Lincoln High.


"Hey dude, I know I'm a little early but I just got impatient and
came over," Don told him.


"Hey, its ok Don, did you bring the game?" he asked.


"Got it right here Bro," Don replied.


"I'm going to my room and see what it takes to beat this thing,"
he told his mother with a smile.


"That's fine Clint, I'm still a little sleepy so I think I'll lay
down for a minute or two and rest," she told him.


The young men headed for Clint's Bedroom and after arriving fired
up his PC to install the new game. They chatted about their
common interest as they always did, and the subjects were mainly
girls, music, and cars, as they always were.


Clint installed the computer game and found it very interesting
to play, and the day rolled on. He had become so deeply
interested in the new role-playing game that he had lost track of
time, and three hours had passed before he realized it was gone.


"Oh shit," he muttered as he finally noticed the time.


"Man Don, I still have a shit load of yard work to finish," he
told his startled companion.


"Do me a favor would you, burn a copy of this for me and leave it
on the desk. Then shut down the system and close up before you
go. I hate to run off this way but I've really gotta get going on
the yard."


Don said he would be happy to do it and said, "see ya tomorrow,"
as Clint sailed out of the room and headed downstairs to the
garage.


"I'll try and call ya later tonight Don," Clint hurled back over
his shoulder as he rushed out of the room.


Clint spent the next couple of hours manicuring his mother's lawn
and setting the property to an acceptable level of appearance. He
really didn't mind that type of work, and the time always seemed
to go by so fast.


Sophia had made her way to her bedroom after the boys had headed
upstairs to Clint's room and stripped her t-shirt off then laid
down on to rest.


She dozed off and was in that in-between state when startled by
something, she was suddenly elevated to near consciousness; it
was then that she sensed a presence in the room with her. She lay
there very still pretending to be asleep, waiting to see what
would happen.


She didn't wait long, as she felt a warm hand deftly sliding its
way up her thigh toward her crotch. She didn't know if it was
Clint or not, so she remained still, and in spite of the
uncertain circumstances she was beginning to tingle all around
her vulva, as her heart began to beat faster.


The hand paused at her crotch, and then the fingers softly glided
over her mound and a single finger was gently passed back down
her slit, slowing its progress as it gently nudged her clit. It
sent a powerful jolt of sexual energy surging up to her nipples
making them expand rapidly and elevating her arousal even
further.


She could feel the moisture gathering on the pedals of her
opening, and knew that her lips were swelling with blood again.
She could feel additional cool air against her body, as these
strange fingers gently moved her panty gusset to one side, and
the other hand began to explore the valley of her vulva.


The mystery of it intrigued her and raised her sexual sensitivity
considerably; she was beginning to simmer again. She forced
herself to remain still and resist the urge to hump this invaders
hand that now stimulated her organ by stealth, without her
consent.


But when the long thick fingers forced themselves past the gate
to paradise, she whimpered ever so lightly into her satin pillow.
This was not her Clint she reasoned, and in spite of her desire,
she needed to find a way to bring this to an end, she thought.


They felt so good inside of her, moving in and out of her tunnel,
she could imagine them in her minds eyes covered with the
moisture from her pussy. Then to her pleasant surprise she felt a
hot tongue between the folds of her slick mons.


He made quick stabbing moves against her clit then ran the length
of her crack up toward her ass. Sophia was shocked when the
intruders tongue burrowed its way slightly into her anal opening;
again, making light quick strokes at her anus, her body quaked
inside from the intense sensation of these dark mysterious
manipulations.


She began to buck backward against the stranger and moan against
her pillow. After that she felt the tongue exit her body, then
felt, more than seen, the intruder exit her bedroom with all do
swiftness.


She quickly rose from her bed and made her way to the bathroom,
and there, peering out the window that overlooked their driveway
was Don making a hasty retreat for the street. The sounds of her
stirring had apparently frightened him away.


"The little shit, she thought, well, no serious damage done she
mused."


She went downstairs and paused in the kitchen just as Clint came
in the back door.


"Hello Lover," she crooned sexily, as she smiled at her handsome
man.


"You look warm, so sit down, while I get you something to drink,"
she told him.


Sophia popped the top on a cold Bud, then walking around behind
her son's chair and reached around him setting the beer in front
of him. Bending slightly, she pulled his shirt collar lower and
planted a wet kiss on the back of his neck near its center.


She had never served her son beer before, but it occurred to her,
that he was now more of a man to her than his father had been, so
why not.


"I tried to lay down while you worked," she told him. "But I kept
having fantasies about what we did on this table earlier, and was
too excited to slip off to sleep."


"Its all I've been thinking of too," he told her.


"When you're all through with your beer, I'll be waiting in the
upstairs bath to bathe you at your leisure, Master" she told him.


"Master...Me, he thought?"


Then she turned and walked past him, the gentle sway of her hips
and ass sending the appropriate sexual message to her young
lovers hormones, a promise of even greater exploits, between
those magnificently carved thighs.


Clint was shocked by her use of terms in referring to him as her
master, it was kinky for sure, but he didn't mind it. His mother
was proving to be a total surprise to him in every way lately.


"Slut, aren't you forgetting something," he scolded, in a deep
resounding tone of voice.


She stopped dead in her tracks and turning to face him with a
smile said, "Yes Sir Master, how may your humble maid please you
sir?" she spoke, still with a smile.


"You are commanded never to leave or enter your lords presence
without a gentle kiss for his lips madam, do you understand?" he
inquired.


"Yes sir, I'm so sorry sir, please forgive your humble maids
inattentive attitude my Lord," she said smiling, as she
approached his seat, and sweeping low, made ready her lips for
her young champion.


As she graciously pressed those loving lips to his, Clint's hand
found her fertile field of life, and gently flicked her clit as
she kissed him. She moaned at the sensation his finger had caused
in her body, and visibly shivered against his young frame. It
only served to make her drive more deeply into his sweet mouth,
with that able serpent's tongue of hers.


She continued, until Clint was visibly shaken by her effort, and
his cock was as hard as stone again.


"Do I now have your permission to take my leave my Lord?" she
said smiling at him as she looked directly into his steel gray
eyes.


"Yes Madam, you may attend my needs elsewhere if you please," he
told her, grinning from ear to ear, as he spoke.


Her movements as she left, would be better described as an
elegant porn scene, than mere walking. He watched the sway of her
hips, as she vacated the kitchen area, and the fluidity of her
curvaceous form made him moan internally, and he suffered a
slight sense of isolation as her form vanished from his eyes.


Clint sat there and finished his beer, as he contemplated the
events of the day. It had been a strange one to be sure, but one
who's ending he was perfectly happy with. He killed the Bud, made
his way to the refrigerator, and retrieved another to take
upstairs.


When Clint stepped through the bathroom door he was greeted by a
stunning vision that moved his senses deeply. The bath was
already run, and his mother was kneeling beside the tub with her
legs folded underneath her body.

There were candles placed all around the room, and the scent
rising from the flickering flames was magnificent. She was
beautiful posed that way, with the candlelight shimmering against
her golden hair. It enhanced the smoothness of her skin, bathing
it, with its most lavish, sense of color, and hue.


Sophia rose from her position and took her son's beer placing it
on the header shelf. Then she took his hand, guided him into the
tub, and positioned him where she wanted him.


"Shall I wash your back my Lord?" she asked.


"You may kiss me first, slave," he replied.


Sophia did as told; it was a long, searching inquiry, into his
innermost feelings for her, and a revelation of her own to him.
Her hand slipped under the water and wrapped itself around his
stiff cock, and slowly began to move up and down its entire
length.


Clint moaned, as he forced his tongue even deeper into Sophia's
mouth. The couple, caught up in a world of emotional tenderness,
let time slip away, and the only mark of its passage was the
thunder of two wild and loving hearts enrapt with each other.


He looked into her eyes, when their lips parted, and Clint could
sense a hint of strong emotion hidden there, just beyond the vale
of their misty sheen. He knew instinctively that she loved him,
and it pleased him a great deal to be thought of as her man.


Sophia had always loved her son but not with the passion she felt
this night. She knew he owned her now; she became his as a woman
when he pressed his hardness into the center of her creative heat
and marked her as his own. There was no guilt, or remorse, but
only intense happiness in her heart.


"What are you thinking of Master?" she ask of him smiling.


"How lovely you look in this light, my darling slave, and how my
heart adores your presence," he replied.


"Thank you Sir," she answered. She felt an awkward shyness that
she hadn't felt since she was a young girl, and she was amazed
that he could raise such long defunct feelings in her.


She moved her hand from his groin, and with a single index nail
trailed a path from his cock to one nipple, which she gently
tickled. She then stroked his forehead, and again trailed a path
to his ear lobe where she gently raked his entire outer ear.


"Your bath my Lord," and with that she began with great care to
minister to the needs of his body, caressing him at every
opportunity, as she did so. When she finished she laid a clean
dry towel on the floor and helped him exit.


As he stood beneath the heat lamp, Sophia toweled his body down
from head to toe. When she had finished, she stretched upward on
her tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth.


"I love you my Lord," she whispered in his ear.


"And I, you, My Lady," he answered in earnest.


They stood there and continued necking for some time, their
passions rising in intensity as their hands lovingly explored the
wonders of each other.


"You may turn your bed down and fluff a pillow for me Madam, that
is where I will take my ease this night, and you... shall be in
attendance," he said smiling, as he playfully slapped the cheek
of her ass.


"Yes my Lord," she replied, mocking his smile, as she curtseyed
smartly, then spinning on her heel she headed off to make it all
ready. "She loved this silly little game she had started with
him, it was so much like childhood play," she thought.


His eyes followed her exit enjoying immensely, the gentle sway of
her full curved hips, and the ripple of her well-toned calves. He
had always appreciated the sight of her narrow waist and small
well-set shoulders she was one classy broad!


When Clint entered his mother's bedroom with his large cock
swinging lewdly in front of him, he found her kneeling beside the
bed. Everything was ready, with the spread and top sheet pulled
down for his convenience.

He had paused directly in front of her, and her eyes devoured the
long meaty protrusion at his groin. Just the memory of what it
had done to her a short time ago made her nipples stir again with
that steamy memory.


"Will you pleasure me again Sir," she asked, with fevered eyes
and rising breasts, while her shaking hand moved to touched his
smooth cock.


"Yes my Lady, and from now on this will be our room," he replied.


"As it pleases you Lord," she said with a grin.


Sophia leaned forward and lightly ran her tongue over Clint's
entire bag. Then slowly she nibbled the underside of his now hard
cock, taking tiny playful bites, as she made her way to the tip
of his organ. She circled its head once with her tongue, and then
went down half way on his dick with her hot moist mouth.


"Oh God," he groaned as his legs shook slightly, he backed up and
sat down on the bed knowing he could not take this in the
standing position. Sophia was all over him in a flash, licking
his cock with her small pointed tongue, her well-rounded breast
swinging freely with every move. Clint smiled to himself, noting
that her eagerness matched his own.


She quickly moved over and above his head, doing something with
his hand. Before he was aware of what had happened, she had
secured his hand in a satin cuff, momentarily, both of Clint's
hands were bound securely to the headboard.


Her eyes were bright with mischief, as they surveyed his face,
measuring his every reaction. There was a devilish grin on her
face with a hint of maniacal menace to it.


"It is time for my young Lord to learn how to serve, as well as
rule," she told him with a menacing tone. "I'm going to make you
beg for it," she said smiling.


"Why Sophia, you ungrateful little slut, you mean to tease me,
and after all I've done for you," he said smiling widely. Clint
knew from the smile on her face that he was in for a rough go of
it, and decided to just roll with the waves.


"I do indeed my handsome young captive. I intend to make you
plead for my body, weep when I decline, and faint when I move you
to release," she told him, as she giggled, well pleased with
herself.


"Oh shit, Clint thought, this is going to be wonderful!"


She straddled his body with her legs, and found his lips with
hers; she kissed him deeply, and then rested her head at his
chest. "I had to resort to self-gratification after I watched you
masturbate the first time Clint. And you weren't even there to
watch me," she told him feigning sadness in her tone.


"Sophia, you're such a naughty little tramp," he said, as he
laughed at her sad little story.


She moved her mouth to his cock and without touching him, covered
his member with it, then slowly exhaled, her hot breath rushing
around his stiffness, making it dance with the warm flow of air.
It was a wonderful sensation that left him wanting more of the
same and stirred his desire even deeper.


Afterward she quickly closed her mouth around him and began to
rapidly bob up and down on his cock, and continued until he was
arching upward against her face. Then she paused, as she gently
squeezed his balls, and then repeated the whole process over
again. She was a whirlwind, a raging storm, and gentle sunshine,
all in the same moment of time.


Then slowly she moved her mouth to his balls, licking softly and
probing with her tongue as she went. She gently sucked them in
one at a time and softly licked at them with the point of her hot
tongue.


"Someone seems to be enjoying his captivity," she commented to
him sweetly, seeming very pleased with her self as she spoke.

"Yes, but I would enjoy it even more, if you sank me bag deep
into your tight little cunt!" he told her.


"My, such nasty dialog from a fine, handsome young gentleman!"
she teased. "Remember how mommy washed your mouth out with soap
when you made naughty comments as a child?" she asked him. As she
moved her crotch to his face, and began to undulate her mound
against his eager mouth.

"Well this isn't soap, but it will have to do!"


"I love you slut," he said.


"Surely we can find some other use for that tongue, besides the
creation of such obscene, nasty little words!" she taunted
playfully, rocking her sex gently against his eager young mouth
as she spoke.


Clint could smell the heat of her sex as it rolled into his
nostrils, and taste the hot warm spice of her fluids on his
tongue. He was wild to be inside her, pounding that teasing
little cunt of hers into a quivering mass, of whimpering, wet
flesh.


He clamped down on her clit hard, making her cease her gyrating,
and ruthlessly whipped her nub with his tongue. Making her shiver
above him, and cry out fervently with the intensity of his
unexpected intrusion.


Oh God Clint, yes baby, make me come again!" she cried out.


They looked at each other then, both knowing they wanted this
game to end, she leaned over him and kissed him, and she could
taste her body's fluid on his lips. She unfastened his hands
without taking her lips from his mouth.


Clint was immediately devouring her skin with his hands,
squeezing her ass, breast, and thighs. He quickly rose to his
knees, and spun her small body around until her ass was facing
him. Then plunged his hard cock halfway into the soft yielding
flesh of her wet cunt, and paused to enjoy the sensation of her
tightness around his flexing shaft!


Sophia gasped as she felt her son's enormous tool spread her lips
wide as he entered her cunt. It was so lewd she thought, being
taken this way, spread wide before him, open, and vulnerable. His
young cock opened her passage up in a way his father had never
achieved, making her want it, hard, and fast.


"Yes please!" she cried out, with deep sincerity.


Clint did, he was like some mindless rutting bull, fucking his
massive cock rapidly into her small, wet, opening. The walls of
her vaginal passage were on fire, rippling against his shaft like
tiny fingers massaging his blood filled muscle. With his
increased pace Sophia's body began to tremble, and he knew this
lovely creature was headed for release.


"God, I'm coming!" she cried out above him.


Clint was surprised by both the amount of fluid she spewed and
the very extreme convulsions she experienced through her orgasm.
She shoved her cunt back on his cock furiously, as his hands
pulled and teased her high hard nipples. Her fragrance filled the
area and its affect was like that of an addictive drug on Clint.


"Oh God baby!!" was all that Sophia could manage at that moment.


Sophia collapsed in front of her lover after her orgasm, her face
against the sheets, and her ass high in the air. Clint withdrew
his cock, lowered his mouth to Sophia's dripping cunt, and tasted
the sweet elixir of her wild passion. She was like the wine from
some wild uncultured vine of grapes, sweet, elevating, and
unpredictable!


The taste of the woman was spiced salt and her aroma was full and
spiced. She began to moan again immediately, as Clint began to
alternately whip and suckle her rigid clit. As he sucked her
vaginal lips into his mouth, and lightly bit them he passed a
single fingernail over her anal opening, making Sophia jerk
sharply and gasp loudly.


"My God, she thought, this animal is going to make me cum again!"
She had never considered her son a sexual, alpha male. Perhaps it
was time to revise her evaluation of her young offspring...she
mused, smiling inwardly.


As he moved his tongue to her anal opening Clint slipped two
fingers into Sophia and began to slowly fuck them in and out of
her cunt. Then he began to tease her anal slit with the tip of
his hot, wet, tongue.

"Oh God, no, Clint, its so dirty!" she moaned dreamily.


"There is nothing unclean about you Mistress," he replied. Then
proceeded to plunge his tongue into her ass harshly, making
Sophia spasm uncontrollably above him.


"Oh God baby, it feels so good," she moaned.


Suddenly Sophia turned in the bed so that her cunt was just below
Clint's face and his cock was just above her lips. She sucked
half of his cock into her mouth running her tongue all around his
shaft, as she lightly stroked his balls with her well manicured
nails.


She moaned loudly, as Clint's tongue began to ravish her abused
pussy once again. Her body was rapidly tiring from all of her
recent sexual exertion, but it was a sacrifice she was more than
willing to accept.


Clint's tongue felt like a smooth, velvet whip against her
twitching button, and when he rudely inserted his finger two
knuckles deep into her ass she went over the edge and began to
scream, as she covered his face with her hot, tangy fluids.


Clint felt Sophia go down deep on his cock, felt his head pass
through that tight constrictive ring at the back of her throat.
At that same instant he felt her finger go knuckle deep into his
own ass, making him jerk downward and forcing his cock even
deeper down Sophia's throat.


That was it, Clint began to flood his mother's belly with a
torrent of hot slick come, even as she wailed, in the throws of
her most intense orgasm of the evening.


When they had finished their respective climaxes, they collapsed
against each other breathing rapidly in a light sheen of shinning
sweat. Sophia lay with her head on his arm; her body tightly
snuggled against the warmth of her young lover.


"You are a wonderful lover," she whispered, after kissing him
softly.


"Only because you bring it out in me," he replied, nibbling her
ear.


As sleep touched their eyes, and transported them into the season
of dreams, they kissed again, and snuggled closely together.

--------------------------------
End Ch. 1         WilliamDuPain@gmail.com