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   "Graduate Work" Chapters 1-3, by JValet

  
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   Chapter 1:

   Jared sat at the breakfast table, staring idly at his diploma.  It was
still rolled tightly and tied closed with a cheap blue ribbon.  Out of
high-school one day already, and he didn't feel any different.  He was
fairly certain that you were supposed to feel grown up or changed or
experienced or something after leaving the cap and gown ceremony.

   Sighing, he tossed the diploma down the table, and dug into breakfast,
stopping to swallow his pill with a mouthful of OJ.  He'd been taking them
since he was twelve or so; his mom had said that they were supposed to
correct a degenerative disease he'd inherited from his father.  The only
thing he'd ever gotten from his father, as a matter of fact.  The fucker
had run off two days before his eleventh birthday.  Not a call, not a
letter, not an alimony check had been seen from him since.  But that was
okay, Jared thought, his mom was pretty great, and they could live
comfortably from the proceeds of a couple of biochemical patents she held,
stemming from her grad work in college.

   "Morning kiddo," Karen Smythe ruffled her son's hair as she walked into
the kitchen, the heels on her slippers clacking loudly against the linoleum
floor.  As she passed him, she could hear the clatter of his spoon as it
fell into the cereal bowl, and Jared choked out a "M-mornin'."

   As he tried to put his eyes back into their sockets, Jared's mind
boggled at what he was seeing.  His mom had apparently traded in her old
terrycloth robe for a brand-new blue one, covered in a flowery pattern, and
diaphanous to the point of being transparent!  Underneath, she wore a brief
nighty of the same pattern; the hem was so high that her ass nearly slid
out from underneath it as she walked, hips swaying, long, long, legs
perched atop a pair of high-heeled slippers.  He watched, speechless as she
slinked to the kitchen window, through which a June sun shone brightly, and
took a long look outside, bending over the counter ever-so-slightly.  Karen
could hear his breath catch as the hem of the nighty rose just high enough
for him to catch a glimpse of her succulent, round asscheeks and the thong
panties that ran between them.  Turning around, she promptly hopped up on
the counter, giving him a good long look at the huge swell of her tits, the
nighty covering only enough to be decent, though the peaks of her nipples
were evident through the thin fabric.  Crossing her legs slowly, Jared got
a peek at his mom's panty-covered pussy, which was already starting to
moisten underneath it's satin cover.

   "Isn't it a beautiful morning?" She asked, a mischevious smile on her
face.  Jared snapped back to reality, and shook his head before stammering
out a reply.  One of his hands slipped under the table to adjust his thick
cock, quickly coming to a full erection.

   "Did you have anything planned for this evening?" Karen already knew the
answer to this, even before she'd asked the question.  Of course he didn't.
She'd made him too well for that.  Shy little Jared didn't have many
friends, certainly none to knock about with on a Friday night.  Shy little
Jared with the big meaty COCK that filled her dreams lately.  Now that
things were coming to a head, she was starting to salivate with
anticipation.  "Because if you don't," she continued, "I thought maybe we
could have a little celebration here this evening, just a son and his
mommy." She crossed those long, long, legs again, and dangled one of the
slippers from a perfectly-shaped little foot.

   "N-no," was his reply, still slightly agog and very erect.

   "Good." Karen said, then followed with "did you take your pill?"

   "Yes, mom." Her smile widened a little.  Those pills had been the crux
of a very, very long plan.  A little growth hormone, a little sedative, and
some other goodies, had ensured that Jared had, since puberty, developed
into a sedate, obedient young man with a fat cock and testicles filled with
sweet virgin cream, ripe for the plucking.  She shivered with anticipation,
and her cunt quivered, the panty gusset quickly becoming quite damp.

   "You're such a good boy, Jared.  I just wish you weren't going to
college in the fall," her voice was wistful as she swept her chestnut hair
back, jiggling her massive 32E tits.  He wouldn't be going anywhere, she
knew, and her pussy spasmed again.

   "I'm sorry, mom," he mumbled, genuinely guilty.

   "Ah well," she hopped off the counter.  "Even my little boy's got to
grow up sometime." Karen walked over and planted a kiss on his forehead,
giving him a good view of those smooth, firm globes up close.  While he
eyed her cleavage, she took the opportunity to glance down at his lap,
where his shorts couldn't even begin to hide the massive bulge beneath. 
"Mmmmm...and you are growing up," she straightened and continued out,
knowing that his eyes were glued to her ass.

   * * *

   The rest of Jared's day was long, torturous, and spent staring at his
mother when he thought she wasn't looking.  A Good Boy, he never touched
himself; masturbation was something filthy perverted people did in back
alleyways with whores.  And yet, it was difficult not to; many times, he
found that an "adjustment" of his stiff cock was taking far longer than it
should have.  He didn't know what to do - this had never happened to such
an extent before.  It had always gone up during inappropriate times, but
then it always went down, eventually.

   His mom wasn't making it any easier on him, either.  After breakfast, he
had spent a couple of hours bringing cool drinks out onto the deck for her
when she called from the poolside, where she lay on the chaise lounge, body
glistening with tanning oil, practically every tanned, toned inch exposed
in a tiny black bikini he'd never seen before.  The triangles of fabric
over her tits were tented by erect nipples and he could almost catch a
glimpse of rosy aureolae.  The bottoms were no better, an eyepatch over the
prominent mound of her pussy, and a thong behind, exposing all of those
beautiful, rounded buttocks to his wandering eyes.  If that hadn't set his
balls churning, they certainly started when she fished an ice-cube from one
of the drinks, sucked on it a moment, her pink tongue flickering from
between pouty, sensuous lips, and then proceeded to run it down over her
mountainous tits, across the flat plain of her tummy, and down, briefly,
between those beautiflly sculpted thighs.

   Jared had had to run back to the house, head spinning, balls aching,
mentally berating himself for the turn his mind had taken.  This was wrong!
Very, very wrong.  He couldn't think about his mom *that* way.  Why had she
chosen to break out this new wardrobe *today*?

   Lunch was no better, though she had changed from the bikini to something
a little more, uh, concealing; a tight, white tank-top that ended just
above her sexy little navel and pushed her huge tits up even more, a pair
of cutoff jeans that tied in the front, but very loosely, revealing a patch
of darkness that *had*, just had to be a pair of panties, albeit very
low-riding ones, and black slides with four-inch heels.  He'd had to sit
there, and pretend to eat while she slurped away at a rapidly-melting cone
of vanilla ice-cream, rivulets flowing freely over her hands, sending
errant drops down over those magnificent mammaries of hers, and her upper
thighs.  His mom wasn't quick to scoop these up, but she did, one at a
time, bringing each creamy droplet to her mouth via a sticky finger, and
giving it a good long suck each time she did, just to be sure to get all
the crea-er-ice cream.

   Karen knew she was torturing her son, and did it gladly.  She had hid
beneath burlap and sacks for too many years, waiting for today, and she
relished the sense of power it gave her, knowing that her son was trembling
that way for *her*, knowing that his cock was bursting his shorts because
of *her*.  It sent a shiver down her spine, and her pussy gushed with
anticipation.  In fact, it was all she could do to stop herself from
jumping the boy now, but things hadn't been set up downstairs quite yet.

   At any rate, the day wore on for the two of them at a torturous pace. 
Karen continued to tease her boy dreadfully throughout, changing clothes
three more times; a long, thin sundress after lunch that just happened to
be completely see-through in strong sunlight, and Karen sought to interpose
herself between Jared and a window at every opportunity, giving him a look
at her body in silhouette; then back to shorts and a bikini top to "wash
the car", a task which rapidly turned into a water fight; and finally, for
dinner, a long, black skirt, slashed high to reveal the stockings that
wrapped themselves so sensuously around her legs and the black sandals on
her feet, with a beige and black top that was basically two strips of
fabric, cris-crossed beneath her breasts, exposing her firm tummy, and the
fact that she wasn't wearing a bra over those huge tits of hers.

   Jared shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wearing his best clothes from
last year, the pants too tight, especially the area beneath his zipper.

   The dinner table was empty, save a pair of glasses, each filled with
what looked like wine.

   "A toast," Karen raised her glass, smiling broadly with glossy, pouty
lips.  Jared did likewise.  "To eight years of long, hard work, and the
payoff it brings."

   That puzzled him.  "Mom, I've only been in high-school six years."

   "Who said we were talking about high school?" There was a mischevious
glint in her eye as she took a sip from her glass.  Jared followed suit. 
The liquid that passed his lips was sweet and heady, though with no trace
of alcohol (he'd taken communion before, of course, and knew what wine
tasted like).  Tilting the glass further, he greedily poured the drink down
his throat.  Putting the glass down, he noticed his head was abuzz, as well
as his balls.  His mom eyed him with open hunger.

   "Mom?" He began, but the buzzing in his head was louder, now, and the
erection in his pants surging with blood like never before.

   "Is something wrong?" She asked, standing up slowly, and crossing the
dining room to where he sat.

   "Hmmm," she crouched next to his chair.  "I think I see a problem." She
ran her hand over the huge lump in his pants.  Jared groaned.  This was
wrong; everything here was wrong.  He shouldn't be feeling this way, not
about his mom.  He couldn't, he couldn't, he...  The button on his pants,
straining already, came apart with the slightest touch of her fingers. 
"Oh, there's some definite swelling here.  But mommy's got just the
thing..."

   She deftly pulled his zipper down, his briefs practically moved
themselves out of the way, and suddenly, there it was, a massive pillar of
throbbing meat, the purple knob at the top weeping precum like a faucet. 
Awed by the sight, Karen couldn't help but run a hand lightly down the
shaft, enjoying the feel of the soft skin on the underside of his cock, the
cock she'd made, *her* cock, now.

   "N-noooo," Jared mumbled, his head lolling.  There had been an explosion
of pleasure in his brain when she'd touched him; but it was wrong, bad,
dirty pleasure.  He was a Good Boy; he didn't want his mom toooooooooh...

   "You can't resist, you know," she said, taking a firmer hold of his
dick, and beginning to slowly jack it.  The sensations caused her son to
groan again, louder this time, and shudder in his chair.  "Now sit back,
relax, and enjoy what your mommy's doing for you." She quickened the pace
of her strokes, though she had to use both hands to get his whole cock, and
soon it was coated with pre-cum, and the aroma of dick filled the air. 
Karen inhaled deeply.  How she missed that smell!

   Karen was a first-class cumslut; nothing made her feel more powerful
than knowing she could bring a man to a huge orgasm, sometimes again and
again.  Long she'd searched for the perfect cock, big and tasty and
everlasting, and she'd thought she'd found it with her ex-husband, who
carried a ten-inch dick that could last all night.  However, when he'd run
off with a hefty chunk of her money and no goodbye, she decided to stop
searching and create the perfect cock.  A biochemical genius with a minor
in biogenetics, figuring out how to grow a cock that was big, and hard, and
would spew forth semen in the quantities she'd only dreamed about, wasn't
that hard.  And finding a specimen to undergo the long-term treatment
hadn't been hard either, once she struggled past her morals; Jared was
perfect, just coming into puberty, predisposed towards having a large penis
through his father, and easily manipulated.

   She knelt there, staring at the purple knob between her hands, and
suddenly she couldn't wait any longer; it had been *eight* fucking years
since she'd had a cock, and here was a perfect one right in her fucking
face.

   "MMMmmmmmplfff...*schluck*..." she could barely fit the head of his dick
past her lips, but the taste of sweet pre-cum, made all the sweeter by the
knowledge that it was vigrin spew from her own son, sent her pussy gushing,
and she began diddling her cunt with one hand while still jerking his stiff
dick.  "Mmmm...soooooo *shlurrrp* gooood...mommmy's *sluchsk* little boy
certainly *slurpshht* has a big...Mmmmm...hot...tasty COCK. 
Yummmmmmm...yummy hot cock...*shlurrrp* mommy loves *schlp* her baby's
*shllllck* beautiful dong...do you like it when I lick it like this? 
*schlupp* *slurp* Or how about when I put my tongue in here?" Jared could
only moan and arch his back as she wiggled the tip of her tongue in the
slit in the head of his cock.  It felt soooooo good...like nothing on
earth, but he couldn't...she was his mother...

   "It feels good *slurp* doesn't it?  Your mommy *shlerp* sucking your
*schlllck* BIG *slrrrp* FAT *schluck* COCK...so why not just give in?  Give
mommy all that sweet *slurp* HOT *schlllp* cream...  you know
you...mmmmmmm...want to...just give up...give mmmmmmm *schlurp* me your
cum, cummmmm for Mommmy...cum in my mouth...cum in my face...all over my
tits..." Something inside Jared broke; it was too much - the assault of
pleasure on his cock, the buzz in his head, the dirty talk from his mom,
though he only understood half the words.  A shiver ran down his spine,
straight to the brain in his cock.  His balls, the size of fists, clenched
up, and Karen squealed with glee.  "That's right, cumm for Mommmy...CUM! 
Give me all that sweet boycream!  CUM!  CUM!  CUMMMMMMMMM!" An animal cry
erupted from Jared's lips, and the first plume of semen spewed forth from
his cock, flying high in the air, only to arc down and land across his
mother's face.  Five spurts in all painted her face, hair, and tits before
she managed to take the jerking, spurting, meat under control and take the
remaining semen in her mouth; seven more filled her mouth, excess goo
running forth from her glossy lips to pool at the base of his cock.  Once
he seemed to be done, she sat back and swallowed his sweet, incestuous
cream.

   Jared lay back in his chair, body sprawled, dick still heavy and erect,
glistening with cum and saliva.

   "We're not done yet," his mom said, standing.  "You were made to go all
night, and by God, we're going to go all night."

  
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   Chapter 2:

   Karen eyed the prostrate form of her son, head lolling back, limbs
splayed out, thick meaty cock sprouting from his pants.  Excess sperm that
she hadn't been able to keep in her mouth ran down the shaft in thick
rivulets to pool at the base, staining his pants.  Not that'd he'd be
needing pants much anymore, she thought with an evil grin.

   A hot wad of cum had splattered over the bridge of her pert little nose,
and she eagerly scooped it up into her mouth, savouring once more the taste
of her son's virgin cream.  Two or three more heavy blasts had sprayed
across her tits, the scalding hot goo soaking into the fabric of her top.

   "Tsk tsk," she chided, "look what you've done - ruined mommy's blouse
with your nasty cum; I'll just have to take it off, I guess..." Reaching
behind her neck, Karen undid the catch holding her top together, and both
strips of fabric peeled away from her torso.  Her tits, huge and tanned a
deep bronze bobbed into view; curved perfectly and capped by rosy pink
nipples, she hefted them in her hands for Jared to look, and look he did,
mesmerised by those jiggling pleasure pillows.  Fortunately, the blouse
hadn't covered much, and there were several large blobs of boyjuice over
the silky smooth surface of her tits.  These she eagerly worked into the
skin of her tits, rubbing and fondling and playing with them until they
glistened under a thin sheen of cock cream.  "Mmmmmm...your cum feels so
good on mommy's tits," she cooed.  "You'll have to give mommy *all* of it
from now on...I don't want to waste a single drop of my little boy's hot,
sweet spunk."

   "Ohhh, mooommmmm," Jared moaned, delirious with forbidden lust, but his
head too fuzzy to do anything about it.  He could only stare as she fondled
those magnificent tits, now pinching and twisting the pink, thick nipples
that stood a good inch out from the surface of her massive mammaries.

   Karen mewed as she mauled her own tits, pussy gushing copiously beneath
the skirt.  There was a yawning, aching need between her thighs; cunt juice
flowed freely down her thighs to splatter on the floor.  She had waited too
long for this.  It was time to take him, time to shove all that manmeat up
inside her as far as it would go and ride her way to ecstatic oblivion.

   It took only a second to step out of the rest of her clothes, revealing
that she wore a garter-belt to hold the stockings up, but nothing else. 
Her cunt, crowned by a sparse 'V' of pubic hair, was leaking heavily; her
clit was an angry red button at the top of her weeping gash.

   "Now, Jared," she said, straddling the chair.  Slumped though he was in
the seat, the tip of his cock reached all the way up to the lips of her
cunt, and nestled itself in her labia.  The heat from her pussy, and the
sensation of those little lips, gently rubbing the knob of his cock were
driving him mad, though all he could do about it was thrash feebly in the
chair.  "Now it's time..."

   With that, she slowly began lowering herself down upon his mighty shaft,
pushing it deeper, deeper into the hot depths of her hungry pussy.  Inch by
beautiful inch she fed her son's massive cock into the tight, wet chasm
between her thighs.  Jared groaned again, and she took his head in her
hands, and brought it to her massive tits, where his slack lips latched
immediately upon a rubbery pink nipple.

   "Ooooooohhh...can you feel that, son?  Mommy's tight *ah* little hole
gobbling your cock?  How does that feel?  Is it *ah* good?" Eventually she
bottomed out her pussy, feeling the head of his dick pressing against the
wall of her cervix.  Her thighs rested lightly on his - a perfect fit!  "I
feel soooo fulll...mommy's full of her little boy's big nasty cock...so
biiiig...so harrrrd...just made to fuck mommy's *cunt.*" Karen began
pumping herself on his dick.  "Mmmmmm...my baby's cock is soooo goood...is
it good for you?  Does my baby like his mommy's cunt...does he like it when
mommy rides him...Oooooohhh...that's right, suck my tit, you nasty little
boy...chew my nipple while I bounce on that fuckmeat of yours...of
mine...that's right, mine.  Your cock is all *ah* MINE.  All that HOT,
HARD, COCK is for ME and ME only.  Ooooooh...it feels soooo goood...mommy
could ride you all night long, little boy...all night with your cock inside
my cunt...mommy's cunt needs your cock sooooo bad, baby...you'll give it to
her, won't you?  Let me have it all night, every night...forever...FUCKING
your COCK forever...stuffing my CUNT with it..." She rode his staff harder,
grabbing onto his head and pushing it into her tit.  "Ohhhh YESSS...every
night...every morning...all that THICK, SWEET CUM for me...CUM for
me...fill your MOMMY'S CUNT with all that beautiful BOYJUICE...CUM for
MOMMY...CUM CUM CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!" A wild shriek of ecstasy erupted from
Karen as she reached her first orgasm, feeling her son jet spurt after
spurt of semen into her cunt; it spilled forth in huge gobbets that simply
flowed freely out from the sides of her stretched pussy, and still she rode
him, making loud, wet noises with their genitals as the cum flowed from her
cunt.  She came again and again, bouning on Jared's cock until she could
take no more and simply collapsed on her son, panting with exhaustion and
face flushed with orgasmic joy.  His body relaxed from the tension of the
extended orgasm, and he, overwhelmed with ecstacy, simply passed out with
his turgid prick still solidly lodged in his mom's sopping wet vagina.

   * * *

   The first thing that occurred to Jared as he woke up was that he
needed...something.  He couldn't quite work out what it was, exactly, but
there was definitely something he was craving, like lemonade on a hot
summer day, or fresh air when you're at the bottom of a pool, lungs aflame.
Yeah.  Something like that.

   The second thing that struck him was that he was bare-ass naked and
tied, spread-eagle to what felt like a bed, covered in cool, satin sheets.
Felt like, because he couldn't see anything except bottomless dark.  As
soon as the panic receeded from his brain, he took notice of the third
thing: his cock was steely-hard, and the mess from earlier had

   been cleaned up.

   Earlier...Jared's mind cast itself back over the events of dinner.  Had
that really happened?  Had his mom really sucked his cock and fucked
herself on it?  No, nothing could have felt that good, he surmised.  There
was no way his mom had wrapped those succulent, shiny lips around the head
of his cock, nursing and nibbling until he blasted a load of semen all over
her face and tits.  No way she'd rammed his dick into the wet, velvety fist
of her cunt, milking him for a second time.  His prick, erect already,
surged with blood until it was painfully so as he remembered the way it had
all felt, her nasty words, the way her pussy had pulled the cum from his
balls.  It had to be a dream, didn't it?  Maybe this was a dream, too. 
Jared closed his eyes and tried to force himself to wake up, but to no
avail.  Despite the warmth of the room, he shivered with fear, not knowing
where he was, or what was going to happen to him next.

   "M-mom?" He called out cautiously, and was rewarded moments later by the
sounds of a door opening nearby, and high heels striking a hardwood floor.
The lights flicked on, revealing a small, but well-appointed room with an
ominous-looking wardrobe in one corner.  He was, indeed, chained hand and
feet to the corners of a large bed covered in silvery satin sheets.

   "How's mommy's little boy?" He heard his mother's voice coo from
somewhere behind him, out of sight.  "You had me soooo worried, you know
that?  I was scared you wouldn't wake up 'til tomorrow, and mommy wants to
play all night long."

   "Mom?" He struggled with the chains for a moment.  At the sound of her
voice, the nameless need within him flared to life.  "Why...why am I..."

   "...all tied up?  Because you might resist at first; the drink made your
head fuzzy upstairs, but I can't be certain you'll be so pliable down here.
To start with, anyway.  Once we're done here tonight, you'll love it as
much as I do, Jared.  I know you will..." She strode further into the room,
and past the bed.

   She'd changed her clothes again.  As his mom stalked past, he saw that
she had slipped into a sheer black night-shirt with billowing sleeves and a
ruffled neckline that skirted her naked shoulders.  The hem dusted the tops
of her shapely thighs, barely long enough to cover her panties, and not
quite enough to cover her ass as it swished past.  Through the material,
Jared could clearly see her braless tits jiggling, stiff nipples
threatening to rip through the thin fabric.

   "Do you know what was *in* that drink, Jared?" She giggled as she stood
at the foot of the bed, shamelessly flaunting her body before his eyes. 
"It was a sweet little COCKtail that blocks the transmission of certain
neurotransmitters when you're in contact with a certain pheromone...keeping
you happy, horny and pliant so long as I'm around; but if you can't get
that certain pheromone in, say, twelve hours or so, your body starts going
into withdrawl.  Mommy wants her little boy to stick around longer than his
daddy did...so she fixed it so he's addicted to her, literally.  Isn't
mommy smart?"

   Karen began crawling up the bed towards him, leering hungrily up at her
son.  Slinking along like a cat on the prowl, Jared couldn't help but stare
at her huge tits, swaying in pendulum motion.  Reaching his thighs, his mom
stopped to give his cock a long, slow lick.

   "Mmmmm...yummy yummy pre-cummy.  I see you like mommy's PJ's, baby.  I
can't wait to suck the scum right out of those huge balls of yours," a
mischevious hand began fondling his balls, still heavy and hanging low, the
engineered genitalia reloading at record speeds.  "And while I'm doing
that, you're going to sample some of mommy's special juice to satisfy that
need I know is burning you up inside..."

   "Mom, no.  Stop..." Jared began, his head spinning from the erotic
assault on his meat.

   "No?" She giggled, and ran a finger down the underside of his cock.  His
hips jerked involuntarily at the sensation.  "Stop?  Stop teasing you?"
Karen began lightly palming the head of his dick, polishing his knob with
her hand.  Precum was flowing freely from the slit, now, and her fingers
were soon sticky with the stuff.  Switching hands, she eagerly sucked her
hand clean while he watched, still protesting.  "Mommy *never* wants to
stop teasing her little boy...I love knowing your cock is hard for me...I
love making it salute when I walk in a room...all this beautiful boy-meat
for me...and only me..." She proceeded to suck the slick precum from her
other hand, and then continued to crawl up his body, the head of his dick
sliding along her nightshirt, leaving a silvery trail of lubricant behind.

   The smooth fabric of the nightshirt was a deliciously torturous
sensation on the bulbous head of his prick, and Jared bucked beneath her,
trying to get as much of it as possible.  Straddling his hips, Karen sat
down on her boy's hard meat, flattening it against his stomach, and
pressing it underneath her hot, pantied cunt.  "Does mommy's little boy
feel good?  Does he like it when mommy teases his FAT COCK?" She started to
rock on his prick, slowly grinding it against her sopping pussy. 
"Mmmmm...I can't wait to put that monster back up inside my cunt...can't
wait to have all that MEAT jammed up inside my little CUNT.  Mmmmm...oh,
yeah...I love feeling so FULL of BOYCOCK..." She bit her lip, stifling a
cry of pleasure.  One hand stole to her tit, and began mauling it through
the nightshirt.

   "Oh yeah...oh...mmmmm...so HARD...so HOT...yeah...YES...oh...ah!  Ah! 
AH!" Her body shuddered as it was battered by a small orgasm, a tiny taste
of things to come.  Shivering with pleasure, she resumed crawling up his
body, until she was astride his head.  Jared stared up at his mom's pussy,
sopping wet and soaking through the thin silk of her panties.  At this
range, all his nose was filled with the heady, sweet aroma of her cunt, and
it sent shockwaves through his brain, and down his cock, which responded by
jerking of its own accord, and sending out a fresh flood of precum.  That
nameless need in his head was screaming at him to breathe deeply, to inhale
as much of her vaginal perfume as he could.  His lungs gulped greedily at
the scented air, but he needed *more*...his mouth cried out to be filled.

   No!  He averted his eyes.  This was wrong!  He couldn't...this was his
*mom*!  His mom's cunt...her sweet beautiful cunt that had given him
life...and he wanted to drink from it so badly...

   She shifted around on the bed, turning to face his stiff, throbbing
cock. Leaning over, Karen grabbed her son's shaft, and began to slowly
stroke.  She lapped at the head of his dick, slurping down the copious
precum as it pulsed from the cockknob.

   "Do you want me to suck your cock, Jared?  Do you want mommy to suck all
that NASTY HOT CUM right out of your balls?"

   "Nooooo..." he groaned.  "It's wrong...I can't...we can't..." But he
wanted her to, just as he wanted to push his face into her pussy.

   "If you say so, honey...but if I don't, then mommy won't let her baby
lap away at her little cunny...and you do, don't you?  Here, let me give
you a better look." Reaching back, she grabbed hold of the gusset of her
panties and jerked, once, tearing them clean off.  Jared now stared his
mother's cunt right in the face; her inner lips were pink and tiny and
dripping wet.  A perfect peach of a pussy, gushing juice down her thighs.
Still, a tiny part of his mind resisted.  He couldn't...it was
wrong...soooo wrong...

   A single drop fell from her gash, landing on his slack lips.  The final
voice of resistance was drowned in a flood of sensation as his tongue
unconciously lapped it up; Jared strained upward, trying to put his mouth
right into her pussy, eager to suck all that sweet juice out of her hot
little hole.  But she was just out of reach.  He whined like a dog, tongue
working, trying to catch any more falling juice.

   "Does that mean mommy can suck your cock, now?" She asked, innocently.
Karen knew her son's consent was meaningless; she could take him any time
she wanted, but wanted to hear it, wanted to hear his surrender to the
pleasure she was giving him, the pleasure that *only* she could give him.
He nodded, not even looking at her.  Karen scowled.  "That's not enough,
little boy...mommy has to hear it...say it...tell me to suck your
cock...tell me you give up, that you can't resist...beg me to suck your
meat..."

   "Yes!" He screamed, a note of desperation in his voice.  "Please! 
Mommy, please suck my cock!  I give up!  Just please, please let me have
it! I can't stand it anymore!"

   "Mmmmmm...what a goooood boy..." she lowered her cunt down on his
waiting face, and he leapt to his task, shoving his tongue as far inside
her as he could go, tasting, sucking, drinking that glorious nectar; his
body sang with joy!

   Karen turned back to his dick, and slurped as much of it as she could
into his mouth.  "Mmmm...  oh yeah...*slurp*...suck mommy's *suck*...suck
mommy's *slchp* CUNT, my darling...push...ah!...  that tongue of yours
*slurp**suck**schelp* as far as you can...taste mommy's PUSSY...oh yesssss
give ah!  give *schlllllep* me that ooooooohhhh tongue, baby..." Karen
nibbled, nuzzled, and sucked hard on the head of his prick as her little
boy slurped away at her cunt, eating her out with a will.  "Oh
YEAHHHH...that's it baby...my little Mmmmmm boy...eat mommy's CUNT...  make
Mommy CUM...oh Yessssss...God, that feels so GOOOOOD...EVERY
night...y-you'll have to do this EVERY night...SUCKING mommy...EAT me...oh
God...ohGODohGODohGODohGODohGODohGODoh GOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!" Karen's back
arched as she came, a torrent of pussy juice bursting forth from her cunt
as her boy greedily drank it all down.  "Mmmmm...let mommy return the
favour, baby...mommy's gonna SUCK you 'til you CUM, baby...just like you
used to suck mommy's TITS...drinking your CUM like milk...every
morning...drinking your sweet, sweet CUM...can you see it, baby?  Mommy
drinking a glass of your CUM with her breakfast?  Mmmmm...a HOT, SWEET
milkshake for mommy every morning...and after mommy drinks your CUM, she'll
make you spurt your seed ALL OVER mommy's TITS...I'll RUB all that cum into
my skin until it shines, baby.  Can you see it, baby?  Mommy's hot little
body, glistening with your jizz..."

   "Oh YES!" Jared pulled his face from her pussy to shout in ecstasy. 
"I'll CUM for you ANYtime, Mommy!  It's YOURS, all yours!  Just make me
CUM, please, mommy!"

   "Oh baby...it makes mommy so glad to hear that!  Promise me, baby! 
Promise you'll always give your CUM to me...tell me, and I'll make you CUM,
baby...tell mommy NOW!"

   "YES, Mommy!  Anything for you!  It feels sooooo GOOOOOOD when you suck
my COCK like that!  I'll ALWAYS give my cum to you, Mommy..."

   "Forever and *slurp* Forever?"

   "Oh YES!  Please, Mommy!" Jared's hips bucked hard and fast, trying to
get as much sensation on his cock as possible, desperate to to release this
delicious, terrifying feeling building up in his balls and his pulsating
shaft.

   "Goooooooooood boy..." Karen crooned, "now CUM for Mommy, baby...fill
Mommy's MOUTH with your HOT CUM so I can taste it, baby...so I can DRINK
all that SWEET SEMEN...CUM for MOMMY...CUM...  CUM...CUM!!"

   "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHMOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEE!!" A sudden
delightful pain gripped Jared's prostate as he came, his body leaping off
the mattress, semen spewing forth from his dick in massive quantites, spurt
after spurt of scalding hot goo which his mother greedily slurped down.  It
was too much for her mouth, though, and it immediately began drooling forth
from her lips, running in huge gobbets down her chin...most dripped down
onto Jared's belly, but much ran along her throat and underneath the neck
of her nightshirt, dribbling slowly to her tits in a burning line.

   "Oh, baby...mommy's little boy CUMS soooo much...your HOT JIZZ tastes
sooo good..." She scooped up the semen staining that beautiful body with
her fingers, feeding herself an ounce at a time.  Once that was done, she
lapped away at the pool of jism cooling on Jared's belly, tongue flicking
out like a kittens, moaning incoherently to herself.

   Jared lay back on the bed, feeling an intense sense of release and
relief.  It felt as though a block had been removed from his brain, and a
flood of new ideas rushed through his head, mostly concerning his mother,
and how GOOD it felt to do as she wanted, to give her what she asked for...

   A series of loud clicks brought him back to himself; his mom was off the
bed, now, unlocking the shackles that held him bound.  Jared watched her
move, ass sashaying back and forth, tits jiggling...he loved that
body...wanted to worship her every inch...nibble those cute little toes,
kiss and knead those succulent buttocks, suckle at her tits like a baby,
feel her tongue sliding across his, taste the nectar of her holiest shrine,
and feel that same hot, wet glove wrap around his dick.  He was hers, now,
and he knew it.  He loved it...it felt so good...felt so RIGHT.

   Karen threw the shackles into the wardrobe, along with her other toys,
and a raft of new clothes.  She turned to face her son on the bed, who was
staring at her worshipfully, his cock still massively erect, a tower of
manmeat standing proudly from his body.  With a smirk, she walked purposely
towards him, hips sashaying, grinning with obscene lust.

   "Mmmmm...baby's cum feels sooooo gooood...from here," she touched her
lips, still glistening with cummy residue, "all the way down to *here*."
Karen ran her hand slowly down her body, rubbing her tits lightly, to rest
in front of your pussy.  "But mommy's cunt is jealous now, baby...she wants
to taste you too..." Kneeling on the bed, now, her hand was rubbing the
angry little nubbing of her clit.  "You don't want to make mommy's pussy
angry, do you, baby?"

   "No, Mommy," Jared replied, staring openly at his mother, strumming her
clitty.

   "What a good boy my baby is," she straddled his hips again, except now
her steamy cunt was bare, dripping its scalding juice down onto the
sensitive head of his dick.  "Now why don't you be a REALLY good boy, and
RAM that COCK INTO MY CUNT!"

   Hands shaking with lust, Jared readily complied, taking hold of her
hips, and pushing his cock as far inside of that hot, beautiful hole as it
would go.

   "Oh, yessssssss," Karen hissed.  "That feels soooooo GOOOOOOOD...your
COCK is soooo HUGE, baby.  You fill mommy up with all that HOT MEAT...now
PUMP, baby, PUMP that BIG DICK of yours in my PUSSY...ahhhhh...yesss...FUCK
me, Jared...FUCK MOMMY..."

   "Mommmm...your PUSSY...so GOOOOD...TIGHT...HOT...WET...it's grabbing my
COCK, mommy...your CUNT is grabbing my *ah!* COCK!  I can feel it...it's
sssssssoooo good, Mommy..."

   Karen tore at her nightshirt, ripping it away from her tits.  "OH YES!
FUCK MOMMY!  HARDER!  FUCK MOMMY HARDER!" She began mauling at those
beautiful, heavy globes, twisting and torturing her pink, plug-shaped
nipples.  "GIVE IT TO ME!  GIVE ME ALL THAT BEAUTIFUL COCK!  HARDER!  POUND
MOMMY'S CUNT, BABY!  HARDER!  YES!  OH YES!  SO HARD...SOOOOO BIIIG...FUCK
ME!  FUCK ME!  FUCK MOMMY!  FUCK MOMMMMMEEEE!!" Karen's cunt exploded as
she rode his pistoning cock to oblivion, starbursts erupting behind her
eyes; at the same time, she felt a jet of cum splatter her cervix,
triggering a second orgasm...with each successive spurt of semen, Karen
came, screaming joyously.  He was hers!  Forever!  With a final cry of joy
that signalled the biggest one yet, Karen fell on top of Jared, already
making plans for tomorrow...

  
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   Chapter 3:

   Jared awoke the following morning with an empty stomach and a rumbling
hunger in the back of his head.  Hoping to slake at least one of his
thirsts, he rolled over to discover, much to his dismay, that his mother
was no longer in the bed with him; overhead, he heard the telltale sounds
of someone walking around in heels, apparently busy working away at
something.

   Rolling off the bed, he cast about briefly for something to wear.  None
of his clothes from the night before was in evidence.  Then it occurred to
him that his mother would, most likely, not mind his nudity; in fact, the
thought of her appraising gaze brought a stirring to his thick cock,
despite the heavy use it had seen last night.  In fact, the whole room
smelled terribly of sweat and sex, and the bedsheets were a patchwork of
dark stains where his cum had fallen, spewing forth from his mighty prick
in steaming hot gobs.  And yet, his balls were back to their original
tennis-ball size.

   Opening the door of the small chamber, Jared confirmed what he'd
suspected.  They'd been romping in the secret room that lay behind a door
in his basement that had remained locked all of his young life.

   "Jared?  Is that you, honey?" His mom's voice called down from the top
of the stairs.

   "Yes, mom." He replied, cock rising to full mast at the mere sound of
her voice.

   "Good.  I'm just getting breakfast ready; why don't you come on up and
give your old mom a hand?" He took the stairs two at a time, mind swimming
with erotic possiblities.

   In the kitchen, he found Karen at the stove, wearing a white apron, a
pair of while mules and nothing else.  As she faced away from him, busy
with breakfast, Jared stared in wonder at the smooth, tanned expanse of her
bare back; the curling ends of that long chestnut mane tickled the skin
just below her shoulder blades.  His eyes trailed down along to her
tailbone where they were met with the cock-stiffening sight of her pouty,
perfectly round buttocks; the apron had been tied into a pretty bowtie at
the back, loose ends trailing down into the deep crack of her ass.  Her
legs were spread slightly as she stood, and he could see the plump outer
lips of her pussy; a thin trail of slime seeped out, and ran along her
sculpted inner thigh.

   "Morning, sweetie," she said, turning her head to give Jared a salacious
smile.  "Hungry?" Karen allowed one hand to drop between her legs, and it
came back glistening with sticky dew.  She offered it to her son, who took
it gladly, greedily sucking at her fingers, glad to satisfy that thirst
she'd given him.

   "Do you like mommy's breakfast juice, baby?" It was a rhetorical
question.

   "Mmmphyes mom," Jared replied, sucking every trace of pussy cream from
her hand.

   "Good.  Mommy's going to give her baby all of her breakfast juice, but
she wants her little boy to do something, first.  Something new."

   "What?" He asked, curious.  Karen knew he'd crawl over broken glass to
get to her cunt, but she wasn't intending anything quite so unpleasant.

   "I want you to get on your knees, baby, behind mommy, and put your hands
on her ass." Jared quickly complied, eager for such a happy task; those
firm, smooth cheeks simply begged to be squeezed.  "Now, honey, spread my
ass, just a little." He soon found himself staring at her wrinkled little
asshole, pink, warm, and strangely inviting.  "Now baby, I want you to
french kiss mommy's ass until I tell you otherwise."

   Jared leapt to his task, running his tongue over her ass crack, feeling
the wrinkled folds of her rectum slide across his tastebuds.  The spicy
taste of her ass sent a strange new thrill through his body.

   "Mmmm...that's right, baby, lick mommy's ass," Karen had been blessed
with a sensitive behind, and right now her boy's ministrations were making
her pussy tingle with delight, even though he never came near it. 
"Yessss...that's sooo nasssty, baby..." She shuddered uncontrollably and,
ignoring the pancakes on the stove, began playing with her slippery cunt.

   Her son continued to make out with her ass, licking and slurping away
until the tip of his tongue slipped, quite unintentionally, up inside that
tight little butthole.  Karen's knees went weak for a moment at the sudden
intrusion; she was going to get him to do that anyway, but wasn't expecting
him to do it on his own.  "Ohhh yesss, baby...that's it...put that tongue
all the way up mommy's butt...tonguefuck her tight little
shitter...mmmmmm..." Jared's mom groaned loudly, filling the kitchen with
the sounds of a very pleased woman while he swirled his agile tongue up her
asshole, both their bodies afire with the erotic energy of the nasty
situation.

   "Oh yessss...that's it...mommy loves the way you kiss her ass, baby..."
Her son responded to the encouragement by pushing his face deeper into her
springy cheeks, trying to get as much of his tongue up inside her as
possible, loving the musky taste of her tightest crevasse.  Karen had three
fingers up inside her sopping cunt now, her other hand a blur as it flicked
away at her clitty, breakfast long forgotten.

   "Oh baby, tongue that ass...oh yes, oh god oh yes...oh fuck oh
yeah...your face between my little buttcheeks...mmmmm...oh
godohGodOHGODOHDGAAAAAAAAAAAWWWD!!" Karen's whole body was wracked with an
intense orgasm, one which nearly knocked her on her ass, had her son not
had his face firmly wedged in it.

   "J-jared," she panted, "you can taste mommy now; her cunny's full of
juice just for you, baby." He lost no time in shifting positions to lap
away at his mom's cunt.  Eyeing the rapidly burning pancakes in their pan,
she wondered if he'd like cornflakes instead...

   * * *

   Later that morning found them back out by the pool, as yesterday, except
this time Jared was naked, and his mother wore a blue bikini instead of her
black one.  They soaked up the summer sun, Karen on her chaise lounge, her
son sitting poolside.

   "Jared, honey, could you come here for a sec?" The boy quickly complied,
cock bobbing in front of him.  She raised her sunglasses and eyed it
critically.  Reaching out, she ran a single finger over the stiff meat in
her face.

   "Tsk, tsk," she clucked.  "Just as I thought."

   "What?  What is it?" He asked, suddenly worried that the overuse of his
dick had somehow damaged it.

   "Sweetie, if you're going to have this monster out in the sun, you're
simply going to have to put sunscreen on it; we certainly don't want
mommy's pussy-pleaser to burn, do we?" A terrifying image of his dick, red
and blistered came unbidden to his mind's eye.

   "No, Ma'am!" He started to turn.  "I'll go get some."

   "Why don't we just work with what's at hand, baby?" She grabbed his
cock. "I think I might have put too much on; I'm sure we can find a way to
share it." Certainly, she had been somewhat liberal with the lotion this
morning: her body glistened wetly in the sun, an

   erotic study in long, oiled limbs.

   "I think I can feel some excess on my butt, sweetie...have a look, will
you?" He gladly inspected those two beautifully rounded cheeks, looking
delicious in the June sun, under their heavy coating of oil.

   "Now, because the oil's already on, you're going to have to rub it in
your penis directly, understand?" She tried hard to keep her voice serious.


   "Y-you mean?" He stammered.

   "That's right, baby - you're going to have to rub that cock of yours on
mommy's ass - think you're up for it?" Without a second thought, he
straddled her legs, laying his dick between the deep crevasse between her
springy cheeks.  It reached all the way from her defined hamstrings to the
top of her tailbone.

   "Let me get this out of your way first, darling," Karen said, untying
the strings that held her bottoms on, and peeling it away from her
asscrack.

   "Now, you're going to have to get it all over that lovely monster
between your legs, so put it between my cheeks, just to be sure," she
instructed, reaching back to spread those firm globes to give her boy
access.  "Now push them tightly together, to make sure we get it all." Soon
his cock was wrapped in a hot silky prison, and he began, timidly at first,
but then with a will, to stroke his cock with her greasy buttocks.

   Karen could feel his dick, already hard, turn to a steely pole of
drooling boycock as he humped away at her ass.  A large pool of precum was
beginning to form at the small of her back as his motions became faster,
harder; for Jared, this was heavenly - the slick feel of her ass against
his cock was better than he could have imagined.

   "Oh, mommy," he groaned.  "You feel soo good...it's hot, wet...tight and
slippery..."

   "I know, baby," she replied.  "that's because of the oil; but I think
there's more back there."

   "Where, mommy?  This feels sooo gooood..."

   "Try mommys puckered little hole, baby - I think I felt some slip in
there; use your finger." Though he was reluctant to stop humping her
behind, he was eager for more of that slippery wet hotness wrapped around
his cock.  His index finger, already greasy from holding her ass, slid
easily iside her ass, and he wiggled it a little, sending shockwaves
through Karen's body.  She was humping the chaise in little motions now,
grinding her cunt against it.

   "Oh, mommy, I think there is more in here," he said, mesmerised by the
sight of his finger, plunging into his mother's sweet little behind.

   "Good baby, you know what to do." With relish, he grabbed her ass again
in his hands, and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to that
spicy little hole.  "Now, baby," she began, but he jumped the gun, unable
to wait any longer, and simply pushed forward.

   "OHMYFUCKINGGODOHBABYOHGODOH!!" Karen shrieked at the top of her lungs
as she felt his massive cock invade her most private space, the sensation
overwhelming her senses and triggering an instantaneous orgasm.

   "Oh, Mommy!  I can feel it!  It's grabbing my penis, mommy!" Her bodily
convulsions had caused that tiny hole to clench down on Jared's cock and
his gargantuan tube of meat was trapped inside her greasy shitter.

   "Oh god, baby!  Mommy's sooooo full of your big fucking COCK!" She
snapped her head back at Jared to give him a hungry glance.  "What are you
waiting for, little boy?  Fuck mommy's ass!  Ream mommy's needy little shit
hole with that big, beautiful fuck stick of yours!" Her son began sliding
his pole in and out of her bunghole, and was soon viciously pounding her
asshole.  All that grease up her ass made nasty wet noises as Jared slammed
his meat in and out of her; her buttocks quaked with every impact of his
hips when he bottomed out in her butt.

   "Oh, mommy, you're soooo tight back here!"

   "I know, baby.  That's because you've got all that meat shoved up inside
mommy's tiny little asshole!" And God, it felt good.  There was simply so
much of it, Karen thought he must be fucking all the way into her stomach
with each thrust.  She had NEVER been this full before, never in all her
college orgies, in all the highschool gangbangs, NEVER.  And all this sweet
sweet meat belonged to her own little boy, who was addicted to her cunt,
and would fuck his mommy for as long as she ever needed him to.

   The thought of her getting to have all this meat for the rest of her
life was enough to push Karen to the edge.

   "Oh Baby!  Mommy's going to come, baby!  CUM with mommy!  Pack mommy's
ASS with all that sweet cum!  Fuck all that boyjuice into me so hard it
comes out my mouth, baby!  Fuck me!  Harder!  HARDER!  FUCK MOMMY HARDER,
BABY!  FILL MOMMY'S BELLY BABY!!" Karen's body convulsed with orgasmic
energy once more, and her asshole clenched down on Jared's cock so hard he
almost didn't cum.  But they were both soon rewarded with the sensation of
jet after jet of his creamy seed exploding inside her ass.  There was so
much of it, in fact, that he was still spurting weakly when he finally
pulled out of her behind, and managed to paint her back with three large
gobbets of cum.

   Panting and shuddering, Karen came down from her erotic high.  "Oh god,
oh my sweet baby, you fuck sooo good..." she breathed, fixing him with a
smouldering stare.  Her itchy asshole was satisfied, but another hunger had
been awakened in Jared's mother.  His cock, still hard and huge and
dripping his scalding hot semen all over her ass stared at her with its
blinking little eye.

   Suddenly wheeling around in the chaise, she said, "all that fucking's
made mommy thirsty, baby.  Come here and feed me some of that sweet cream."
With that, she grabbed his ass, and quickly gobbled up his dripping
fuckmeat, or as much of it as she could fit in her mouth.

   Karen's blowjob was more an erotic assault than a sexual act.  She
noisily and nastily slurped the head of his cock, sucking hard, then
licking lasciviously.  One of her hands was rapidly stroking the length of
that huge shaft, whipping semen all over her chest, while the other
massaged his scrotum and even occasionaly dipped behind his scrotal sack to
massage his prostate.  He'd shown a little too much initiative in taking
her ass like that; this was Karen's game, and would be played according to
her rules.  She had to show him who was in control here, who would decide
who came and who didn't.

   "Do you want to cum, little man?  Do you want mommy to make you cum?"
She pulled her mouth off of his dick, and looked him in the eye.

   "Y-yes, mommy," he panted, though taken aback by the glare she was
giving him.

   "That's right little boy; and mommy's going to be the *only* one who
makes you cum, EVER.  Right?"

   "Yes, mommy," Jared was a little scared, now.  He thought all this shit
was over, and everything from now on would just be fun with his mother.

   "Good.  Now do as mommy tells you, and give me all that sweet cream of
yours; cum for mommy.  Cum for your mother!  Give me all that hot jizz all
over my face!  Come on, give it to me!  Cum!  CUM!  CUUUUUMM!" He could
take no more, and immediately began shooting rope after rope of his creamy
jizz all over her beautiful features; five huge gobbets splattered her
face; another plastered her eye.  Half a dozen were directed down to paint
her big, bouncing tits, now no longer restrained by the bikini.  The rest
she drank like a woman dying of thirst.

   Once he was done, she looked at him with her open eye.  "Go take a
shower, and then meet me downstairs." It was time she opened that wardrobe,
Karen decided.

  
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   What *does* Karen keep in that wardrobe?  How much fucking can Jared
take?  Will anybody find out about the incestuous duo?

   Who knows?  But if you have any suggestions for the direction this story
should take from here, feel free to drop me a line at jvalet451@yahoo.ca