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   Carmella was a second-grade elementary school teacher and there was
nothing she loved more than summer vacation and the improved weather after
a long winter.  This year, like most, Carmella planned to spend a couple of
weeks at her parent's house.  It was a three day drive from where she lived
on the east coast to their house in the Midwest.  This year, however, she
spent some of her tax refund and bought a plane ticket.  Carmella's ex
husband used to make the drive with her and she didn't miss his company a
bit.  This year was more exciting because at the last minute Darryl, her
only son, decided he would come with her.  Fortunately, they were able to
secure another plane ticket at the last minute.  Darryl had been living
with his father for more than a year so it was nice for Carmella to be able
to spend this time with him.

   Carmella's parents were in their 70's.  They were still independent,
they had their own house, and they could still drive; but, their age was
catching up with them.  Carmella called them when the plane landed and they
were already at the airport waiting.  Carmella walked off the plane in
front of Darryl, who was carrying both of their carry-ons.  Carmella
scanned the room and let out a squeal.

   "Mom, Dad!  It's so good to see you guys!" She ran towards them as soon
as she spotted them in the crowd and they exchanged hugs.

   "Carmella, you look fabulous!" Her mother cooed reaching to feel her
bobbed blond cut.  "Your hair is shorter...have you lost weight?" she asked
and her father stood beaming.

   Carmella was wearing jeans that hugged her figure tight and flared out
at the bottom with a small red blouse that flattered her full bust.  She
had lost almost ten pounds and wanted to lose a few more.  She had always
been curvaceous but a year ago she was bordering on plump.  "Thanks, mom,"
Carmella flashed the girlish dimpled smile she still had.  At 44, she still
had attractiveness to her.  Her red hair and green eyes still looked
appealing; one of her friend had even called her eyes "captivating" before,
a description she really appreciated.

   "And what have we here?" Carmella's mother looked at her grandson.  "My,
what a handsome young boy, you must be six feet tall.  How old are you now
Darryl?"

   "He's nineteen," Carmella cut in with a wink at her son.

   Darryl smiled at them, happy to see them but not too crazy about the
attention, "Hi Grandma, Grandpa, it's great to see you guys.

   They found their checked bags while grandpa brought the car to the
pickup area.  They loaded their suitcases in the trunk of the big Buick. 
Carmella and Darryl piled into the backseat and no one stopped talking for
the next twenty minutes it took to arrive at the little old farm house.

   "You each have your own room upstairs and your bathroom is down the
hall," grandma led them inside and beckoned up the stairs.  "We don't go up
the stairs very often anymore, I would hate to break a hip, so things might
be a little dusty," she warned.

   "Don't worry mom, we'll be just fine." Carmella led the way up the
stairs with Darryl right behind her carrying two of their suitcases."

   They had a fabulous home-cooked ham dinner and were very tired so
Carmella and her son didn't waste much time getting ready for bed.  It
didn't take long for Carmella to fall into a deep sleep.

   The next thing Carmella was aware of was that she had to pee, very bad!
She opened her eyes and heard a gushing sound.  She wasn't sure what the
sound was until there was a flash of lighting in the window and crack of
thunder shook the house rattling the old single-paned glass windows. 
Carmella had forgotten what a good mid-western rain storm sounded like. 
She got up and tip-toed to the bathroom, her thin creamy silk nightgown
that went to mid thigh swished against her legs with each step.

   Inside the bathroom she purposely spread her legs as she had gone to
squat over the toilet seat.  Her legs were spread wide and her semi-shaved
pussy was on clear display as she got ready to piss.  A strong hissing
sound announced the start of her piss.  Looking down between her thighs
Janet marveled to the sight of her strongly shooting pee stream leaving her
pussy lips.  A minute later she forced shut her pee hole and quickly stood
up.  After drying her muff she reluctantly came out.

   On the way back to her room Carmella stopped in front of Darryl's door
that was ajar.  ~I wonder if Darryl can sleep through all this~ she thought
and pushed the door open.  "Darryl?" Carmella whispered in a course low
voice.

   "Mom, you can't sleep either?" Darryl lifted his head.

   Carmella stepped in the room and lighting flashed through the window
illuminating her for an instant like a photograph.  The image burned into
Darryl's mind.  Her blond hair looked silvery in the light, her pouty lips
looked ashen.  The lighting penetrated his mother's thin gown rendering it
virtually transparent.  Her braless bare breasts under it were full and
hanged a little lower than he guessed they might have twenty years ago. 
Her areolas were high and both nipples silhouetted by the flash.  Her
figure narrowed at the waist and widened generously at her hips.  Darryl
could see her little pooch of belly with navel.  He couldn't tell if she
was wearing anything lower.

   "I used to be scared of the thunder," Carmella sat down on the side of
the bed stared out the window.  "Mind if I stay in here for a little bit?"

   "Uh...sure mom that's ok."

   Carmella threw back the thin blanket that was over Darryl and lay down
beside him.  Darryl was on his back wearing just a dark pair of boxer
shorts.  Carmella kicked the blanket to the foot of the bed.  The air was
thick with the heavy smell of summer rain and they lay there silently on
their backs a few inches apart.  Each flash of lighting spotlighted
Carmella's breasts through her gown that covered them like a second skin.

   Darryl turned on his side toward his mother, soaking in the display.  He
reached his hand and set it on her stomach.  The silk was no barrier and he
could feel her electric warmth.  Darryl's finger gently ran circles around
and inside her navel.  Carmella squirmed and Darryl knew she was wearing
nothing under the gown.  He felt his penis stiffen inches from his mother.
Her eyes were closed and he slid his hand upward until it rested against
the lower edge of her far breast.  When his mother did nothing to stop him,
Darryl grew a little braver and gave her thigh a soft, intimate squeeze. 
Slowly, his mother reached down over his head and placed her hand on top of
his.  She seemed to be telling him to stop as she gave his hand a firm
squeeze.  Sensing her disapproval, he stopped and he lifted his hand from
her breasts.  Then He lifted his knee across her waist and rested it on
her. He could feel her pelvic bone press his leg.  His erect penis rested
against her hip and they both slept.

   The next day was beautiful and sunny.  Grandma made a big breakfast for
everyone and Carmella and Darryl decided they would do some work around the
property.  It was difficult for Grandpa to do a lot of things considering
his age and health and the house was starting to show it.  They began with
stripping and painting the front fence.  They had hoped to get more done,
but it took them longer than they thought and didn't finish the fence until
about five p.m.  It was as if nothing had happened the night before.

   "Why don't you go get showered while I clean up these brushes," Carmella
told Darryl while tapping the lid shut on a 5 gallon paint can and
splattering her shorts in the process.

   "Ok, are you sure Mom?  I can help."

   "Go ahead Darryl."

   Darryl went upstairs and stripped off his clothes.  He turned the shower
on and picked white paint off the backs of his fingers while he waited for
the water to get warm.  The steam started to roll out and he jumped in.  He
was soaping up and enjoying the hot water when he heard, BANG, BANG, BANG
on the door.  Startled, Darryl jumped.  "What is it?" he shouted.  BANG,
BANG, BANG.  "What!?  Come in!" he yelled again.  There wasn't a lock on
the old door to keep anyone out.

   The door flew open and Carmella ran in.  "I spilled paint thinner on me;
let me wash it quick, it's burning my skin!" Carmella shrieked and opened
the shower door.

   "Mom!  I'm in here!" Darryl shot back.

   "I have to wash this off, it's burning me," Carmella tore off her blouse
and bra with a quick motion and wiggled her hips unzipping her shorts and
letting them fall to the floor.  She jumped in the shower stall behind
Darryl and closed the door.

   "Gimme me some water, gimme me some water, gimme me some water, MOVE!"
she leaned under the stream pushing Darryl forward with her arm on his
shoulder.

   Darryl cupped his hand over his penis and turned around to face her. 
"Mom, your chest is all red," Darryl looked at her delicate skin trying not
to stare down at her exposed breasts and body.

   "Oh, the water feels good, my god that burns," Carmella relaxed and a
flood of embarrassment washed over her.  "I'm sorry Darryl, this is
embarrassing.  I'm sorry you had to see me like this, I didn't mean it. 
I'll get out now," she looked flustered.

   "It's ok mom.  Don't feel bad."

   "Thanks Darryl," Carmella folded her arms over her bare dripping breasts
and turned to step out.

   "Mom...you're already here...  you might as well finish your shower."

   Carmella looked at her son puzzled, "No, I can't...well...I guess...I am
here already.  You can't see much more than this," she chuckled nervously
and spread her arms out.  The water rolled down the irritated skin on her
chest to her breasts and off her projecting large nipples.  "Darryl,"
Carmella said in a scolding voice, "only this one time and if anyone ever
finds out about this you are dead, understand?  This never happened."

   "Ok mom."

   Carmella leaned into her son to reach for the soap on the wall behind
him.  Her warm wet breasts pressed against his chest and the water streamed
down between them.  Darryl was suddenly aware he had an erection and it was
poking his mother's leg.  Carmella felt something against her leg and
reached down with her soapy hand.

   "OH!  I thought I felt something," she giggled like a school girl. 
"That might need some extra washing."

   Darryl couldn't believe what was happening and that his mother was
acting like this.  This was all completely out of her character.  He felt
dizzy and a wave of pleasure ran up his body when her soapy hand brushed
him.  "Sorry Mom."

   "Sorry for what, Darryl?" Carmella cupped his testicles and rubbed them
delicately, "this really never happened, remember?"

   "Ok...ok," Darryl stuttered and stared down at his mother.  Her head
only came to his shoulder.  Her soaked blond hair formed around her face
and her breasts smashed into him.  She had one leg around the side of his
and he could feel her pubic hair scratch his hip.  Her wide feminine hips
and figure contrasted his skinny boyish body.  She soapily massaged his
scrotum and slid her hand a little higher up his shaft with each stroke. 
Darryl's eyes rolled back in his head at the enjoyment.

   "Don't be embarrassed, I used to wipe this butt," Carmella reached
around with the bar of soap in her other hand and slid it up and down
lathering his rear crack.  She set the soap in its holder and with her left
hand still working his testicles she put her sudsy right indexed finger on
his puckered back hole and softly penetrated.

   "OOH!  Mom, we...we...  can't," Darryl grabbed her hand.

   "Honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..." a wave of guilt washed over
her.

   "Let's get out," Darryl opened the shower door and stepped out.  He
reached his arm around his mother's waist and pulled her soapy dripping
naked body up.  With a yelp she slipped and caught herself with her heel
hitting the tile hard and Darryl turned her, shifting his grip.  She was
bent over with arms and legs dangling to the floor and his hands around her
waist.

   "Darryl, what are you..." Carmella shrieked.

   "Mom...." Darryl carried her out and down the hall.  They entered her
room and Darryl threw his mother onto her bed and she bounced like a rag
doll.

   "Darryl!" Carmella screamed.

   Darryl looked down at her glistening, satiny skin.  She stared up at him
with panicky eyes.  Gravity made her breasts look smaller and drew them
back slightly to the sides.  Darryl's eyes traced downward past her navel
to her tiny blond ruff of pubic hair, and lower yet to the grand lips of
her labia that were splayed open asymmetrically like a forbidden fruit. 
Darryl's cock was throbbing desperate for relief and he climbed over his
mother straddling her stomach.  He held her arms above her head but she
writhed like a slippery eel under him.  His smooth cock pressed against her
belly below her breasts.

   "Darryl!" Carmella bucked under him and his stiff rod and loose scrotum
slapped her cleavage.

   Darryl put one knee then the other down between her legs forcing them
wider, "its ok, this never happened, remember mother?  I won't tell.  No
one will ever know."

   Darryl hiked her legs up in the air and positioned his steady cock.  He
thrust his hips forward forcing himself into her opening and he felt his
swollen tip at the entrance.

   "Oh my GOOOOD!!  Darryl, NO that HURTS!" Carmella screamed at the top of
her lungs.  "That's the wrong hole honey, wrong hole, please no...please
no...please no..."

   The head of Darryl's soapy penis had penetrated her tight asshole just
an inch.  He pulled out and looked down to guide himself.  He slid himself
with ease into her wet tunnel burying him to the hilt and drove his body
down onto her roughly.

   "That's the hole, Oh god, oh god, oh god!" Carmella's eyes rolled back
and her mouth hung open wide.

   "No one will ever know," Darryl whispered driving her up and down into
the bed until she whimpered with each motion.  Darryl filled his mouth with
her right breast and sucked while pumping his skinny hips between her
spread legs.

   After Carmella's screams of protest her body gave away and melted into
his.  Their soapy naked bodies smeared together.  Carmella grabbed Darryl's
waist and spun him over with his cock still filling her.  She was on top
now and she rode him up and down, up and down, throwing herself on his
shaft again and again.  Her breasts hung over him swinging like twin
pendulums.  She leaned forward smashing herself softness against his fine
chest hair and held his arms above his head while she gave him an open
mouth kiss with tongue.

   Darryl reached and grabbed his mother's bubbly ass cheeks on top of him
with both hands when he felt himself about to cum.  He made a wailing sound
and his thick juices shot deep into the belly of his mother.

   Carmella felt Darryl cum inside her and her body convulsed.  She was in
the middle of her second long orgasm.  Tears streamed down her face and she
laid her wet head on his chest.  Her ass was still bobbing up and down with
a fucking motion.

   A smile came to Carmella's tear streaked face and she whispered, "This
was entirely my fault, Darryl.  I'm so sorry, no one will ever know - I
promise.  No one has ever fucked me like that....thank you...." She kissed
him.

   "I am sorry too mom"

   "It was a mistake............nothing bad
happened......................and it will never happen again in any case,"
she said.

   \/\/ /\/\

   The next couple of days were very awkward for both mom and son.  His mom
was the only one Darryl thought about when he became hard and stroked his
cock in the lonely darkness of night.  Her voluptuous full breasts, the
delicate swell of her belly, the sensual curve of her hip, and the memories
of the wet, welcoming embrace of her pussy fueled his imagination, never
failing to induce a wave of longing pleasure as he jacked out each nightly
load of cum onto himself.

   He knew that she was just on the other side of wall.  Was she naked? 
Was she touching her body, or maybe caressing a nipple?  Were her legs
spread wide, and was she masturbating thinking about him inside her?  These
were the thoughts that occupied his erotic fantasies.  In reality he could
see how she forced herself to hold back from touching him, or even standing
too close to him.

   Then on third day his mom asked him to accompany her on shopping.  They
took their time and just hung out together, going from one place to the
next.  They talked and got each other's opinion on things, and Carmella
felt herself really enjoying a closeness with Darryl, as he stayed near her
and was genuinely interested in what she was saying and doing.

   For her part, Carmella paid attention to Darryl as well.  She
appreciated him more as a young man as he would open a door for her or
stands close by making her more aware of his physical presence and
attractiveness.  Women in the stores noticed Darryl and Carmella could
detect their interest in her son.

   Near the end of the day, they stopped at a clothing store.  A young
sales girl was trying to interest Darryl in a pair of trousers.  Carmella
stood aside and stayed quiet, as the sales girl was trying to coax Darryl
into buying the pants.  The girl looked to Carmella, smiled, and looked
back to Darryl.

   "Hey, just ask your girlfriend.  I'd bet she'd like to see you in
these." The sales girl teased.

   Both Carmella and Darryl laughed, but neither of them corrected her.

   "You know," Carmella replied, "you're right.  I would like to see him in
these." Carmella grinned at Darryl.

   "Okay, you got it." Darryl took the pants from the girl and turned
toward the dressing room.

   "Good, you can model them for us," Carmella teased, but he stopped and
took her by the arm.

   "Oh no you don't," he said as he pulled her along with him.  "Since I
don't know what these are gonna look like, we're gonna just show them in
here."

   Carmella inhaled deeply as she was led into the fitting area by Darryl,
and he pulled the door shut.  Carmella stood awkwardly close to Darryl,
speechless in the closely confined room as Darryl undid his jeans and
unzipped them.

   "Here, could you take these off the hanger for me," he asked her as she
took the trousers from him and slid them from the hanger, unable to turn
away from what he was doing.  Darryl didn't hesitate as pulled the jeans
down his long legs, also sliding his sandals off.  In one smooth wisk, the
jeans were off his legs and in his right hand to exchange with Carmella as
she passed him the new trousers.

   Carmella was openly staring at where Darryl's t-shirt covered only the
top of his boxer-briefs.  The white cotton contrasted with Darryl's tanned
legs.  The white cotton also was stretched containing a bulge that
protruded out and down the left, with the round crowned head easily
outlined at the lower side.  Darryl took the trousers from Carmella and as
he did Carmella watched the throb in the underwear and her mouth opened
slightly.

   Darryl took his time pulling the trousers on and Carmella immediately
blushed and looked downward, seemingly mortified at how she had stared at
him.

   "So, tell me what do you think?" Darryl teased at her when he had the
new trousers fastened and zipped.

   Still embarrassed and speechless Carmella just grinned back,

   "I think you should get them." She finally said back.

   "Is everything okay in there?" The sales girl called from outside.

   Carmella just looked into Darryl's eyes as he took the trousers back
off.

   "Just fine," Darryl answered aloud, "I think she's gonna want to get
them."

   Darryl laughed and Carmella shook her head as she handed him back his
jeans.  When he went to put them back on, Carmella let herself look again,
her eyes fixing again on the bulge that moved as he pulled his jeans back
up.  When he had zipped back up his jeans, he took her by the hand and
walked her back to the girl.

   "She is so sweet," Darryl motioned to Carmella as he said to the sales
girl, "She wants to get these for me."

   Carmella just shook her head and grinned more as she got out her charge
card.  Darryl rubbed her back, as the girl rang up the purchase and
Carmella tried to make a face at him as if he was in trouble with her.

   Later at home, they were laughing about it again, but Carmella seemed to
try to get more serious about it.  She stood in front of him as he sat at
the kitchen table.  She put her hands on her hips and shook her head as if
she couldn't believe what had happened.  Though she tried not to, a smile
stayed on her face as she tried to chastise him.

   "Young man, I still can't believe you did that."

   "Oh c'mon," he cooed back to her.  "You really don't mind that.  Tell
the truth." He looked right at her with a wicked smile that stopped her.

   "Darryl, listen.  I've probably been a little too relaxed or casual with
you.  We have to behave.  We need to do as we should." She looked at him
almost pleadingly.

   Darryl kept smiling at her.  A moment passed and she couldn't help
herself.  She grinned back at him.  He stood up so that they were facing
each other, and she seemed to flinch at his standing up to her and now
being close to her.  She looked up into his eyes as things were quiet for a
moment.

   Carmella softly spoke as they looked into each others eyes.

   "I'm going upstairs."

   Darryl waited and let what she had said sink in, wondering what she
felt.

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   She was feeling crazy!  How can I be in love with my own son?  Is there
a pill to cure something like this?  Then again, how can I not be in love
with him?  Jesus!  My life just turned into a Greek drama.

   She felt like a stranger to herself.  Maybe if she hadn't let things get
out of hand she could still feel like a normal woman.  But what was normal
anymore?  Didn't any normal woman deserve love, lust and everything in
between?  Who was she?  A mother or a woman!

   Carmella was standing in front of the mirror when Darryl entered quietly
into her room.  He waited at the side watching.  Carmella untucked her
blouse from her pants.  Her fingers slowly plucked at the buttons down the
front releasing the sides of the blouse to hang loosely by her sides. 
Darryl took this as the cue he needed, and he walked behind Carmella so
that he was directly behind her but actually at the side of her bed, facing
her direction but seeming as though he was about to sit on the bed.

   Carmella turned to him, and he could tell her breathing was heavy. 
Darryl reached to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head and
tossed it aside.  Darryl watched her eyes survey his chest and then she
watched as he brought his hands to his jeans to watch him undo them for a
second time today.

   He kicked off his sandals and looked at her as he slid the jeans down
his legs, stepping out of them.  He took his time to stand straight up,
facing her.  He felt himself throb as he hooked his thumbs into the
waistband of the boxer-briefs.  They inched down his hips and she could see
his black pubic hair and the base of his shaft.

   "No!" She urged him.  "We can't do this."

   He paused looking back at her eyes as she continued to breathe heavily.
He looked at her as if to reconsider.

   As he paused, her eyes looked down to his crotch.  Immediately, he
knew---she didn't keep looking at his eyes, she didn't look away, and she
didn't walk out.  And, she still looked, Stared at him almost naked before
her.

   His hands worked on down and his cock sprung up as stepped out of the
underwear.  He let his hands go to his sides.  She stared at his manhood
fully erect and admired him.  She stepped to him and looked up at him
almost as if for help.

   "Darryl, are you sure you want to do this?"

   "Yes mom I am sure." Darryl replied in a sexually aroused tone.

   "Think again, I am not nearly as young or even as beautiful as all those
other girls you have dated in the past.  To me I am just your mother." She
said feebly,

   "I have dated a few girls in the past but every one of them I dated was
missing something.  I didn't however know just what it was.  But I know now
that you are the woman for me.  You are the woman I have been searching for
all this time."

   Darryl pulled her blouse off her shoulders to where her now ample
breasts were confined only by her bra and exposed to him.  The bra couldn't
hide the outlines of hard large nipples that waited underneath.  Unlike
last time, she now trembled and seemed frightened at what was taking place.
Darryl sat on the bed and pulled her pants down as she steadied herself at
his broad shoulders.

   Carmella looked down between them and noticed Darryl's cock twitch when
her thin beige panties were exposed to his gaze.  Darryl paused looking at
her right in front of him and she continued to noticeably tremble at the
realization of what was happening.  Darryl looked at her, beautiful and
very sexual as her nipples protruded at the bra cups and her hips slightly
swayed as she stood for him, in front of him.  Small curls of the blondish
brown pubic hair poked out from the sides of the panties.  Darryl took her
hands in his in almost a reassuring kind of way.  She squeezed at his
hands.

   Then, Darryl did something that took her off guard.  Darryl's hands left
her hands and he eased backward, scooting himself up the bed until he was
fully laid out on his back in front of where she stood.  His long legs were
closest to her and his erect cock jutted out over his stomach.  He let his
arms rest up beside his head so that the effect was that he was laying
there exposed for her.

   She looked at him there and looked to his eyes.  He said nothing.  She
looked back to his cock.  Her arms went behind her back to the clasp of her
bra.  The cups fell from her, and her full breasts bounced free.  Hard
brown nipples pointed out level toward Darryl and he felt a surge rush
through him.  He looked down and she was pulling off the thin panties he
had held his face close to just moments before.  Now, the strip of hair
seemed more blatant as otherwise smooth skin was all that was at her mound.

   It was Darryl that was now breathing out loud as he watched her move
toward him.  He finally realized she was crawling onto the bed.  She got to
where her hands and knees were on the bed and to his sides.  She moved to
where her knees were just past his hips and her hands were extended just
above his shoulders.  Darryl couldn't believe she had moved herself atop of
him.

   Carmella lingered above him until he brought his eyes back to her's. 
When she was sure she had his attention, she rested her weight on her left
arm and moved her right arm to where it was crossing down between them. 
She kept looking at him, and he kept her gaze, her eyes looking as
deliberate and unwavering as ever.

   Darryl gasped out loud when he felt her hand wrap around his shaft.  She
pulled up a little so that he was more accessible to her.  She kept him in
her hand a moment, her body perched above him.

   "Darryl, I want you to look in my eyes, okay baby?"

   "Yeah," his voice ragged.

   Her body shifted back gently and he immediately felt wetness at his head
there.  Her lips splayed over his head and enveloped him, but he seemed to
lodge there at first.

   "UNNHHH," he exclaimed as he realized he was just inside her and she was
wet for him.  Her eyes widened back at him.  She rotated her hips just so
slightly.

   "Yeah. ..." She was panting.

   "Is this what you want?" She was arching her eyes, lovingly and as if
checking one last time.

   "Yyeessss," he moaned to her, and before he could finish she was pushing
down on him, taking more of him inside her.

   "OOOOOoooooo," Darryl moaned louder and Carmella grunted from her
throat. They held each other's look, but Carmella's eyes were narrower as
she tried to be still and adjust to him.

   Carmella waited to get a little used to his thickness, as she remembered
she had not had a man in some time.  Her lips clenched at his shaft as he
was about halfway inside.  She removed her arm from between them and
balanced herself over him.  He had his hands at her hips, holding her.

   They were both panting, and she started rocking on him.  The short
strokes she made against him did seem to loosen her, but her lips still
clung to him when she moved up.  For a brief moment she worried about him
hurting her if she went too hard, but as she took more of him she relaxed
and let herself slide on down, feeling him penetrate deeper.

   She tilted her head to one side and her mouth formed a large oval, as
Darryl realized she was about to orgasm on him.  She shook and a cry came
from her throat, as she pushed all the way back against him and sat impaled
on him.  He felt her spasm and he ground his hips to hers, causing her head
to go back.  He lifted her at her hips, and then moved her down completely
on him again fully filling her.

   "AAAAAaaaaaaaa," she screamed.  "AAAAaaaaaaa."

   They pounded away at each other, her moans and the slapping sound of
flesh against flesh filled the room.  After some time, they both built up
to a climax.  When they came, she cried out, and he couldn't stop him from
letting out a loud release as well.

   Just waking up next morning, Carmella peeked up at Darryl from under
covers; trying to decide if she was ready to be awake.  Seeing that he was
awake, she smiled at him and yawned.  "Mmm...  M-Morning love" She said,
stifling another massive yawn.

   His response is automatic, "Morning Mom."

   "Just one thing, though," she added.  "You might want to stop calling me
'Mom'."

   He laughed and she moved over to him, displacing the covers in the
process.  He could see that she was completely naked and feel his cock stir
slightly.  She started slithering her small left hand up and down over his
chest, making his heart hammer harder.

   He pulled her close to him and slid his hands down her back, to her
soft, pliable ass cheeks.  "I love you so much Mom.  You know that, don't
you?"

   She purred softly, while running the nail of her index finger down his
chest.  "I think I'm going to need a little time after what you just did to
me.  I'm not used to getting it like that....  Not that I'm complaining!"
She adds with a laugh.

   "I NEED TO FUCK YOU, AND I NEED TO FUCK YOU NOW!!" he said,

   Carmella moved her body around to straddle him.  Taking his rock hard
shaft into her hand slowly she slides her pussy down the length of him. 
Her muscles of her pussy suck him deeper inside her.  Taking a hold of her
hips Darryl stoped her.

   "I told you I wanted to fuck you, but not in that ever so wonderfully
hot wet area.  I want to fuck something that's just a little bit tighter. I
WANT YOUR ASS NOW!!" Carmella looks back at Darryl in disbelief.

   "Do you really want to fuck your mother's ass?"

   "OH FUCK YES I DO.  YOU HAVE A GORGEOUS ASS, AND I WANT IT WRAPPED
AROUND MY STICK SHIFT." Lifting his mother off his cock, Darryl gets his
mom onto her hands and knees moving in behind her, slowly Darryl places the
head of his love stick at his mother's tight little puckered Carmella bud.

   "Darryl please just don't hurt me.  As much as I loved your father I
really hate to admit this, but your shaft is much thicker than his was, and
even the couple time that he did this with me he hurt me.  So what prey
tell are you going to do to me?"

   "Relax mom I, like my father wouldn't ever do anything to hurt you."
Getting this reassurance from her son, Carmella is able to allow her body
to relax, and accept the beginning penetration of her son's mass into the
depths of her ass.  Carmella lets out with one horrendous scream as the
head of Darryl's cock enters into her.  He stops still with the head inside
and allows her canal time to accept the girth of his manhood.  Once
Carmella is comfortable Darryl takes her by her hips, slowly pulling his
mother's tight ass back onto his cock inch by inch.  Carmella screeches in
pain as Darryl begins his mild attack on her ass.  With each stroke
Carmella becomes more and more wanting of her sons massive cock, as she
starts to scream out in pleasure.

   "FUCK ME DARRYL, FUCK ME HARDER, OH GOD FUCK ME HARDER!!" Hearing this
Darryl does just as his mother asks, his pace picks up to a rather rapid
speed, driving his shaft as deep, fast, hard, and as far inside her as he
possibly can.  Carmella begins to push back against him, as he takes a hold
of the back of her hair pulling on it firmly yet not enough to hurt her. 
Darryl begins to once again ramble uncontrollably, and the next thing
Carmella knew she was totally stunned by the next thing that came out of
her little boys mouth.

   "WHO'S LITTLE SLUT ARE YOU NOW MOM??" Carmella wasn't quite sure just
how to answer that.

   "Well I..."

   "DON'T THINK ABOUT IT ANSWER ME DAMN IT...whose LITTLE SLUT ARE YOU
NOW??" Darryl asks again in a more commanding voice as he slaps his
mother's ass over and over again.  All of this was such a turn on for
Carmella she couldn't help but let out just what he wanted to hear.

   "I AM MY SONS LITTLE SLUT!!"

   "THAT'S RIGHT YOU ARE AND FROM HERE ON OUT YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE!! 
NOW CUMMMM FOR ME!!" Carmella pushed back onto her son like a rabid animal
in heat, reaching down between her legs Darryl began to finger his mothers
dripping wet snatch.  Just when he could feel her body tensing, her muscles
inside her pussy grabbing onto his fingers, he pushed them as far inside
her as possible and just held them there as he felt his mother explode into
one orgasm after another over and over again.  Darryl drilled her ass one
last time as his head threw back, his back arched, and he shot one hell of
a hot, and I do mean hot load of thick cum deep into his mothers ass. 
Carmella's body began to tremble, looking back at Darryl, Darryl could see
the tears in his mothers eyes.  Gently he wraps his arms around her, lifts
her up so her back is laying against his chest, with her head resting on
his shoulder, Darryl holds onto his mother as tight as he possibly can
without hurting her until her body settles.

   It takes a few minutes for them to recompose themselves but Darryl
rightly doesn't care.  He knows his mom is happy, and so is he.  He has
finally found the woman that he has been looking for all this time.  And
his mother doesn't have to be lonely anymore.