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   ________ Jeff was a good-looking boy, and as near as I could tell, was
keeping himself out of trouble at school and on the streets.  At home, it
was a different story.  My darling baby, the beautiful boy to whom I had
given birth a little over fifteen years ago, had become a stranger to me.
We rarely spoke to each other anymore, and when we did, we usually wound up
yelling at each other.

   Of course, it didn't help that, since his father divorced me two years
ago, and disappeared without paying so much as a cent in alimony or child
support, I was forced to work two jobs just to make ends meet.  Nor did it
help that the only apartment I could afford for us was a seedy walkup. 
What can you do when you sling hash all day, then have to spend the evening
dodging the drunks who think that just because they left a quarter on your
tray they're entitled to a free feel?

   I'll have to say one thing: at thirty-three, I can still wear the
clothes I wore in high school!  That's a good thing, since those are about
the only clothes I've got!

   I scrimped and saved, and even let the big tippers cop a feel now and
then to keep Jeff in Catholic school.  At least there, he could concentrate
on his studies instead of having to watch over his shoulder all the time. I
suppose the psychologists would say he blamed himself for our divorce, even
though I tried to reassure him that he had nothing to do with the fact that
his father was an asshole.  Whatever the reason, he moped around the
apartment, barely speaking to me most of the time, trying to be anywhere
except where I was, and it was beginning to wear on me.

   I think it was wearing on him, too, but it was hard to tell when his
expression never changed.  It was always that blank, 'nothing gets through
to me' expression that kids adopt around adults.

   Strangely, he kept the place neat as pin, even his own room, for which I
was eternally grateful, since it meant that I didn't have to do housework,
on top of everything else.  He was even becoming a decent cook!

   At any rate, our family life, though it could have been worse, was more
like an uneasy truce than a mother and her son living together.  That
particular Sunday night, I was looking forward to the next two days, since
those were my days off, and I would get a chance once more to try to set
things right with Jeff.

   Had I not been so pre-occupied, I would have known better than to open
that door.  When the door-bell rang, I looked through the peephole and saw
a guy standing there with a clipboard and a delivery service jacket.  When
he said 'Special delivery' it didn't occur to me that even special
deliveries don't happen after ten on a Sunday night.

   I had no sooner unlocked the last bolt and turned the handle when the
door slammed into me, the chain splintering from the doorframe as if it
were balsa wood!  I was thrown to the floor by the impact.  The sinking
feeling in the pit of my stomach told me I had screwed up badly when three
very large men pushed their way into the apartment.  The one with the
clipboard pointed a gun at me while the other two lifted my five-foot two
inch body from the floor as if it were weightless.

   I remember thinking, 'Please, God!  Keep Jeff quiet in his room until
these men get what they came for and leave!'

   I knew, scantily clad as I was, that I was in for a rough time, and as I
wiped the blood from my nose with the back of my hand I tried to steel
myself for what was to come.

   The one with the gun told the other two, "Keep her here while I check
out the rest of the place!"

   The grins on their faces told me they didn't mind following those
orders, as their hands were already exploring my slender body under my
threadbare robe.

   I wanted to cry out for Jeff to run, but I kept hoping against hope that
he'd just hide and the other guy would miss him.  Those hopes were dashed a
few minutes later when Jeff, still soaking wet from the shower, was pushed
naked into the living room by the guy with the gun, still wearing the same
blank expression he wore with me.

   Much to my shame, I remember thinking, even as I agonized over his
embarrassment at being displayed nude in front of me and these strangers,
'My god!  He's hung like a horse!  My baby's become a real stud!"

   Perhaps it was the years of pent-up lust with no good outlet, but I felt
my pussy getting wet, while my heart nearly burst with pride at the way he
stood tall amongst those men, not cowering or trying cover himself, just
watching them, as if looking for an opening.

   "There ain't nothin' here worth stealin'" the guy with the gun told the
others, "but we might as well have us some fun with mama, here, before we
go!"

   "You leave her alone!" Jeff spun on the leader, ready to defend my
honor!

   "Jeff!" I barked, hoping to deflect the guy's anger before he decided to
use the gun, "It's ok, baby!  They won't do anything to me that your father
didn't do.  At least they're not making any promises they'll break
later...!"

   I wished I believed what I was saying, but even more, I prayed that Jeff
would!  My heart was thudding in my chest and I wanted to break down and
bawl, but I couldn't afford the luxury, not with my son in danger!

   "But Mom!" he cried, his face finally showing the anguish he felt, not
wanting to drop the matter that easily.

   "It's okay, Jeff." I tried to soothe him, "If we cooperate with them,
they'll leave us alone when they're done, and we'll be okay!"

   At some point, I had realized that wasn't true, but while there's life,
there's hope.  They couldn't leave us alive after coming in here without
masks.  They'd be too easy to identify, and something told me this wasn't
the first crime these guys had committed.

   "Hell," the guy on my left with the scraggly red beard said, "I'll take
some a' mama, but I'm thinkin' junior there's got fine lookin' ass on him,
too!"

   "Ya," the black guy on my right replied, "li'l white ass be lookin' fine
to me, too!  You break 'im in, while me an' Dougy get mama goin' then we'll
switch off!"

   "Please, no!" I pleaded with them, "I'll do anything you want, just
leave my son out of it!"

   Red pulled me up so close to his face that I almost passed out from the
blast of halitosis that assaulted my senses!

   "You gonna do ennythin' we want ennyhow, bitch!" he said, like a two-bit
TV hood, but he did have a point.

   I really had nothing to offer them to save my son, but I desperately
wanted to spare him as much of the coming pain and terror as possible. 
God, I hoped he'd be able to forgive me for what I was about to do!

   "We'll put on a show for you!" I said seductively, heart pounding, my
eyes boring into Doug's, picking up the little spark of interest, "Let me
fuck him first!  The little shit's been moping around here for months, and
I owe him something!  Let me get my strapon, and I'll ream him good while
you watch!"

   "You better make it good, bitch, or we'll tear him a new one, and you
too!" Doug wasn't completely stupid, nor unnecessarily sadistic.  I think
he knew what I was doing, but was willing to give me the chance.  He just
had to talk big for his followers.

   Red was detailed to follow me into the bedroom where I retrieved the
largest dildo I had, hoping it would be big enough to prepare him properly
for these men, and a tube of lube.  Jeff's dad had insisted I buy the
harness.  At first I thought he meant for me to use it on him, but when I
found out he wanted me to use it on his secretary, I put my foot down. 
These days, the only time it saw any use was when I wanted to give my
wrists a rest while masturbating - I could pull the dildo into my pussy
with the straps without straining so hard.

   I removed what few scraps of clothing I wore, taking a few moments to
wash the blood from my face, and strapped on the rubber phallus, seating it
solidly where it would stimulate my clit.  I needed to at least LOOK like I
was enjoying myself.  I did my best to look sexy as I returned to the front
room, even rubbing my tits and ass against Red's roaming paws, pretending
the horned callouses were turning me on, even though their hard, scratchy
surface made it difficult to even think sexy thoughts.

   I walked up to Jeff and rubbed my body against his, doing my best to
make him forget I was his mother.  It must have worked, because the long,
rubbery tube of flesh between his legs soon became an even longer steel
bar, bobbing at an upward angle from his groin.  My God!  He was even
bigger than I thought!

   "Damn!" Dougy exclaimed, "I think junior's even got YOU beat, Jerome!"

   Jerome didn't answer but the look on his face warned that Jeff had
better be ready when Jerome took his turn.

   I tiptoed and bit Jeff's earlobe, turning him an even brighter red.

   "I'm going lube you, baby," I whispered, hoping the others couldn't
hear, "and use my fingers to stretch you.  Try to relax and push out, like
you're taking a dump!"

   "You don't have to do this, Mom!" he whispered fiercely into my hair.

   "It'll be okay, sweetheart." I whispered back, "just make it look like
it hurts bad, okay?"

   "Okay, mom!" he still wasn't happy, but I thought he'd do his part.  I
hoped he'd forgive me for doing mine.

   I pushed him roughly over the back of the sofa while squeezing some
lube, surreptitiously, I hoped, onto my fingers.  I let the tube fall into
the crack of the tattered cushions, hoping I'd be able to retrieve it later
if I needed it.

   I shoved two fingers all the way into his ass, along with a gob of gel.
From the ease with which they went in, I guessed that Jeff had taken my
advice.  His throaty, lips-closed growl, and the jerk of his hips were very
convincing, though.  He looked as if he were trying to tough it out, but
couldn't quite hold back.  When I twisted my fingers around, he grimaced
and pushed his hips against the back of the sofa, as if to get away from my
probing fingers, but his anus remained pliable.

   I added a third finger as we went through the motions again.  We must
have been somewhat convincing, because both Red and Jerome had their dicks
out and were stroking away.  One more finger, and a few jerks at Jeff's
ball sack, and it was time for the main event.

   I seated the phallus in the depression of his anus, managing to sneak a
little more lube onto the shaft as I leaned over and bit his earlobe.

   "Get ready, Jeff," I whispered as I chewed on his ear, "It's going to
hurt as it goes through the inner sphincter.  I can't help that!"

   He managed a curt nod.

   For the audience, I said, "You little turd!  You've been acting like a
spoiled brat around here, sulking around like you're king shit!  Well it's
payback time, baby!"

   With that, I slammed my hips forward, driving my son's thighs into the
back of the sofa, and drawing a pained "Ungh!" from between his teeth.

   "Yeah," Red was pounding his long, slender rod fast and hard, "fuck th'
shit out of th' little bastard!  How you like that shit, boy?"

   "You go, mama!" Jerome shouted, sliding his fist up and down his long,
thick, black shaft with an overhand, corkscrew motion.

   Dougy, though, was just watching, still zipped.

   I ground my hips around inside the slack of the harness, making it look
as if I were stirring Jeff's guts, when there was actually very little
motion being transmitted to the dildo.

   I pulled slowly out, and slammed back in, gradually gaining speed, until
my hips were smacking rapidly against my son's pale, muscular buttocks. 
Jeff was gritting his teeth and grunting with each thrust.  I reached
around, and to my amazement, found that he was still hard as a rock.

   For the benefit of the bystanders, I started stroking Jeff's hardon,
praying that I'd be able to apologize enough later, before we got killed.
Jeff played along, pumping his hips into my hand as I continued to pound
his ass.  The base of the dildo rubbing against my clit did its magic, as
the feel of my son's enormous erection, pulsing in my palm, did unholy
things to my mind.  Before I realized what was happening, I was crashing
through the first of a powerful series of orgasms!

   "Mom!" Jeff cried in anguish, and suddenly, his ass was meeting my
strokes, and his dick was spewing white goo all over the couch!

   The very thought of my son cumming as I fucked his ass sent me spinning
out of control!  The watching men were forgotten as my pussy flooded the
harness and fluid ran in rivulets down my legs!  I slumped over Jeff's
back, still pumping slowly as my legs threatened to collapse.

   "Well, looka there!" Red quipped, unnecessarily, "Mommy LIKES fucking
Junior!"

   "Ya," Jerome chipped in, "an' Junior likes gettin' fucked!"

   Dougy, somewhere along the way, had shed his clothes.

   "Get over here, bitch, and get me ready!" he growled, though it looked
to me like he was already ready.

   "Yo, Junior!" Jerome said, approaching Jeff's face "You git me ready
too, so's I c'n fuck yo' purty mama!"

   Jeff looked daggers at the black man, and fear for his safety wiped all
concern for myself from my mind.

   As he opened his mouth to speak, I pleaded, "Just do it, Jeff!  Please!
It'll be okay!"

   He gritted his teeth, deep anguish in his eyes, but then his eyes closed
and his mouth opened.  He shuddered as the black man's cock pushed its way
between his lips.  I saw the look in Jerome's eyes and knew what was coming
next.

   "Try not to throw up, Jeff!" I whispered urgently, "Relax your throat
and breathe through your nose!"

   I don't know if he heard me, and had no time to check on him as Doug's
large member pushed its way down my throat.  I did my best to follow my own
advice.  This had been one of Jeff's dad's favorite perversions, so I soon
had my gag reflex under control, though I was a little out of practice.

   From the corner of my eye, I noticed Jeff still struggling.  Not only
was Jerome's cock bigger than Doug's, he wasn't giving Jeff any time to
adjust.  It didn't help that Red had just shoved a dick almost as big as my
dildo up Jeff's butt!

   I kept checking, and finally, he got some semblence of control, though
my heart bled at the redness of his face and the tears that ran from his
bloodshot eyes.  I suspected they were as much from humiliation as from
pain.

   I was spared watching any more of this particular degradation of my son
by Doug abruptly pushing me down on my back, shoving my knees up to my
chest and climbing between my thighs.  He fumbled with the straps of the
dildo until I unclipped the plastic buckles that held it on.  Thankfully, I
was still wet from my session with Jeff, and his sudden entry caused me
little discomfort.

   I weathered Doug's pounding, and even managed the occasional "Oooh,
baby!" and "Oh yeah!" as I struggled to get a look at my son and see how he
was doing.

   Doug finally tired and turned us over, just as Jerome pumped his load
down Jeff's throat, holding him by the ears until he almost passed out.  I
rode the gunman's dick like a pony as Red jerked three times and spewed
deep in Jeff's butt.

   "You one fine fuck, boy!" he rasped, trying to catch his breath.

   Jeff said nothing, but I could tell he was seething inside as he watched
me riding Doug's cock.  Red yanked his wilted rod from my son's ass, but
Jeff didn't seem to notice.  His hate-filled gaze was directed at the
leader of the group.  When his eyes rose to meet mine, though, his cock
came back to life.

   Doug noticed the direction of my gaze and, seeing Jeff's resurrected
erection, said, "Time for a little payback, boy!  Get over here and shove
that sausage up your mother's butt!"

   "NO!" Jeff retorted angrily, "She's my Mother!"

   The sound of the hammer being pulled back on the gun stopped all other
activity in the room.

   "That wasn't a request, boy!" Doug said, low and deadly.

   My son looked pleadingly into my eyes, and I said, "Do it, Jeff.  Come
on, baby, I'm used to it!"

   Well, I had BEEN used to it, when my ex would force it on me four or
five times a week.  I hadn't exactly made a practice of sticking things up
my butt since then.

   "Are you sure, Mom?" Jeff sure didn't sound like the surly teen who'd
spent the last year or so avoiding me.

   "You've got to, Sweetie." I said, knowing already that I'd never had
anything that big inside me, "Make it look good, okay?"

   Somehow, he had snagged the tube of lubricant from the sofa cushions,
and managed to coat himself with it, for which I was eternally grateful. 
With Doug's big dick stuffed inside my pussy, my little-used chocolate
channel was in for some major stretching!  I did my best to relax and push
out, as I had told Jeff to do, but the pain was still excruciating!

   I had to scream, but I didn't want Jeff to know he was hurting me, so I
cried, "YES!  HARDER!" even though it was the last thing I wanted. 
Fortunately, my obstinate teen son didn't follow my orders this time,
either.  That long, thick, pole slid slowly into my bowels, moving things
around to make room for itself in my overstuffed intestines.

   He paused with his sparse patch of pubic hair smashed against my
cringing buttocks.  I thought I could feel every vein and ridge of his
enormous rod as it pulsed inside me, a living expression of my son's lust.
As the pain of the initial entry slowly subsided, the very idea that the
huge phallus invading my guts belonged to my son undid me!

   I almost forgot about the cock in my pussy as Jeff started slowly
stroking in and out of my rectum.  I felt my eyelids flutter, and my
unfocussed eyes rolled back in my head with each long entry of that
formidable weapon.

   "I thought you wanted some payback, kid!" Doug said menacingly, "Fuck
that bitch!  She can't be that great a mother, makin' you live in a dump
like this!  Now's your chance to get her back!"

   "I'm sorry, Mom!" Jeff's anguished whisper in my ear was barely audible.

   Like a machine gun, my son's hips started pounding me, to the cheers of
the onlookers.

   "You bitch!" He gasped, "Parading around here wearing almost nothing,
like I can't see!  Teasing me with your body!  Knowing I can't do anything
about it!  Bitch!  Whore!"

   He slammed into me over and over, digging deep into places no one had
ever been before, and even as my passion grew, my heart flooded with warmth
at his acting ability.

   "Poun' that white-ass bitch!" Jerome yelled, once again corkscrewing his
fist up and down his reawakening shaft.

   "Double fuck!" Red added, "Ream her holes!  Fuck the shit outta mommy,
boy!  Yeah!  Look at 'er stretch!"

   All this impinged only dimly on my awareness.  Even my fear was pushed
into the background as my universe centered on the giant rod pistoning my
guts!  My SON'S COCK!  Of their own volition, my hips started ratcheting
back and forth between the two impaling poles, unable to get them deep
enough to scratch the itch that threatened to overwhelm me!  Spasm after
spasm racked my body, and my mind took up the litany: 'Your SON is FUCKING
you!  Your baby is SODOMIZING YOU!'

   Lost in the surreal, forbidden flood of passion for this virile man, my
own progeny, I finally passed out.  I remember feeling warmth flooding my
bowels just as the darkness overtook me!

   I awoke to see Doug pushing Jeff down the hallway toward my bedroom.  I
wanted to follow, to protect my son, but Jerome and Red, reignited by the
show Jeff had put on for them, were trying to prop my limp body on hands
and knees.

   About fifteen minutes later, just as my 'lovers' were getting back up to
speed in my mouth and sore pussy, we were all shocked by the blast of a
gunshot from the back of the apartment!  I went rigid with fear!  Jeff! 
NO!

   "Damn!" Jerome exclaimed, "I didn't get my chance at that boy's ass!  Me
an' Dougy gonna have us a little wall-to-wall discussion 'bout that shit!"

   "Yeah!" Red said, resuming his thrusting down my throat, "I wanted
another crack at Junior too!"

   The sounds registered, but didn't compute for several seconds, as two
more blasts, unmuffled by walls and distance went off in quick succession.
Red's cock was yanked unceremoniously from my mouth, and Jerome slumped
over my body, driving me to the ground.  Had he pissed on me?  Something
wet and warm was running down my sides.

   The dead weight was suddenly lifted from my back, and to my utter
incomprehension, surprise, and joy, there stood Jeff, still naked, holding
Doug's smoking gun.

   "Come on, Mom." my miraculous son said gently, "Go shower while I call
the police, but don't douche yet.  They'll want samples."

   In a daze, I stumbled into the tiny shower stall after Jeff set the
water temperature.  As the water ran red from my back, it finally dawned on
me that that was Jerome's blood, not his piss, that I had felt!  Then it
hit me.  Jeff was still ALIVE!  And the bastards that did this to us must
all be DEAD!

   My knees gave out, and I collapsed, sobbing, to the floor of the shower.
The release of hours of tension, enormous relief at Jeff's and my survival,
and the pounding of the water worked me over more brutally than the
invaders of our home for several long minutes as my body quaked from the
wracking sobs that would not stop.

   Finally, the cooling water roused me from my stupor, and I finished
quickly and dried off.  I donned a large shapeless, fluffy robe and wrapped
the towel around my head before going in search of my son.  He was just
letting a flock of people flashing badges into the apartment as I entered
the front room.

   We told them everything, but not in great detail.  I imagined that Jeff
was just as reluctant as I, despite our lack control over the matter, to
tell about our mother/son couplings.  Jeff was careful to stress how I had
tried to protect him, and I, in turn, told how he had turned the tables on
our attackers.  They questioned us and collected evidence for hours,
finally hauling away the plastic bags bearing the remains of the people who
had turned our lives upside down.

   The lead detective paused on his way out, and offered us a card with the
name and number of a crisis counselor.  I took it, but unless it was free,
I didn't see how we could afford to use it.

   "I wish more victims of these kinds of violent crimes were as
level-headed as you two." he told us, sincerely, "We'd be hauling off a lot
fewer bodies of innocent people from these crime scenes."

   He looked at both of us and continued, "The things you did may have been
frowned upon by our society, but they were exactly what you needed to do to
stay alive.  Don't beat yourselves up about them.  You won, and you got rid
of three really bad apples.  No matter what it felt like at the time, it
was the right thing to do!"

   They had taken away the bodies, but the bloodstains were my problem and
the landlord's.  The super stood in the hallway scratching his ass through
his striped pajamas, looked at the carpet, and said, "Ah, it was time to
change that ratty rug anyway.  I'll get the order in tomorrow, and come up
to fix that chain in the afternoon, okay?"

   I nodded dumbly at the guy who had probably said no more than three
words to us since we moved in.  The old lady down the hall offered to let
us stay at her place for a while, but Jeff and I both knew we had some
talking to do, and we politely declined, thanking her profusely.

   The bloodstains on my bed had soaked through to the mattress, and even
though we stripped the bedding and turned it, I couldn't bring myself to
sleep on it so soon after our ordeal.

   Jeff said nothing, but turned back the covers of his bed for me and took
a pillow and blanket into the front room to bed down on the couch.  I
tried, but I couldn't sleep.  It was getting on toward the wee hours of the
morning, the sun would be up soon, and my mind wouldn't slow down.

   I put the fluffy robe back on and went out to the front room.

   "Jeff?" I whispered, "Are you awake?"

   I heard scrabbling in the dark and the table lamp beside the sofa came
on.

   "Yeah, I can't sleep either." he said, sitting up to make room for me,
covering his legs and lap with the blanket.

   I sat next to him and leaned my head on his shoulder.  He stiffened but
didn't move away.  "You were wonderful tonight, son.  I hope someday you'll
be able to forgive me for the things I put you through."

   "No!" he cried, "Mom!  You heard what that policeman said!  You did what
you had to do!  There's nothing to forgive!"

   I looked fearfully up at his face.  "Do you mean that, Jeff?  I so hoped
you'd understand why I did it!"

   "Of course I understand, Mom!" he said, still in turmoil, "It's just...!
Aww, hell!"

   He turned away, seething inside.  My heart went out to him but I
couldn't seem to get a handle on what was bothering him.

   "Is it that you had to kill those men?" I asked, hopefully.  If I could
at least get an idea of what was bothering him, I just knew we'd be able to
work it out!

   "No!" he shook his head vehemently, "Those weren't men!  After what they
did to you and me, they deserved to die!  I just wish I could bring them
back to life so I could kill them again!"

   I tried to hug him, and he shied away.  As my arm fell briefly into his
lap, I got my first clue.

   "You weren't acting when you said those things while you were fucking
me," I whispered, "were you?"

   Jeff got even more agitated and didn't answer.

   "Were you?" I asked, gently but demandingly.

   "Yes and no, okay?" he shouted, "Just leave me alone!"

   "Is that why you've been avoiding me for the last year?" I asked,
chagrined, "Have I been teasing you, with the way I run around here half
undressed?"

   "YES!  YES!  YES!" he shouted, "ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!  YOUR SON IS A
PERVERT WHO LUSTS AFTER HIS OWN MOTHER!  NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!"

   "I'm so sorry, son!" I cried, "It never registered on me that you were
old enough to even notice!  I've been a fool!  I didn't mean to tease you!"

   "It's just...!" he fidgeted with the blanket and stared at his feet,
"...you're just so beautiful and sexy!  I know it's wrong, but I can't help
it!"

   I turned his face toward mine with a gentle hand on his cheek.  "Can I
tell you a secret, Jeff?" I asked.

   He nodded, staring tearfully at me.

   "I never came from what those horrible men did to me." I told him
truthfully, "But I couldn't help myself when we were doing each other!  In
spite of the circumstances, you made me cum more and better than I ever
have before!  I knew it was wrong, too, but it felt soooo right!"

   A tent was growing under the blanket in Jeff's lap.

   "Mom?" he asked, breathlessly.

   Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the strapon that the cops had
somehow decided they didn't need as evidence.  I picked it up and waggled
it in front of Jeff.

   Heart in my throat, I said, "I'll do you, if you'll do me!"

   "Oh, Mom!" he whispered, unbelieving, "You mean it?  NO!  It's wrong! 
We can't!"

   He tore himself away from me, but I followed, wrapping my hand around
his erection under the blanket.  "The damage has already been done,
sweetie, through no fault of our own.  I have been so frustrated since your
father left, but working two jobs I don't have time for dating.  You are
the answer to my prayers, in more ways than one!  Won't you help your poor,
hard-working mother out?"

   With that, I kissed him, full on the lips.  My heart pounded, and my
pussy leaked copiously.  No one was forcing this on us this time, and I
knew full well what society would think of me if they knew.

   "Oh Mom!" Jeff breathed into my demanding mouth, "If you only knew! 
I've wanted you for so long!  You don't know how many times I've wanted to
tear that flimsy robe off of you and rape you, just for teasing me so bad!
I masturbate every night, thinking of you and what I'd do to you if I
could!"

   "You can, Jeff!" I croaked, "Anything you want!  Everything you dreamed
of!  Do it to me now!  Do it to me forever!"

   I don't guess you could exactly call us a 'functional family'.  We're
certainly not what society would consider a 'normal' family, but we ARE a
happy, loving family.

   My young lover took me to new heights that night, and on many nights
thereafter.  I was his rag-doll, his plaything, to experiment with and
enjoy whenever and wherever he chose.  I have ecstatic memories of being
unceremoniously bent over the dining table or the back of the couch, my
skirt or robe flung up to expose my pantiless nether regions, while Jeff's
huge cock plumbed the deepest recesses of my willing ass or dripping pussy!
I learned to deepthroat even his formidable lance, and delighted in lying
backwards, head hanging over the edge of bed or table, as my son fucked my
throat, hard and deep.

   I also remember tender nights with hours of foreplay followed by slow,
gentle, lovemaking.  Jeff, like his father, was a demanding lover.  Unlike
him, though, Jeff was considerate of my needs.  On the rare occasion when
he didn't have a particular 'plan' in mind, I would take over.  He came to
enjoy having my dildo up his butt as much as I enjoyed his cock up mine.

   It's been a wonderful time, but we'll have to slow down for a while. 
Jeff got a full ride at an Ivy League school, and will be away for months
at a time, now.  God!  I'll miss him!

   For this, I will always be grateful to those despicable men: The son I
thought I'd lost is now my pride and joy, and my best, my secret lover!