Star Trek: The Next Generation Man of the House A story by Val White bug_white@yahoo.com copyright September 1999 Website: ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Val_White/val.html Dr. Crusher was a little nervous about her appointment with Counselor Troi. While she knew she needed some help, she was a little embarrassed by the thought of sharing such intimate details with her friend, even in the professional environment of the Counselor’s office. Dr. Crusher’s nervousness was evident to Counselor Troi, even without her Betazoid empathic abilities. “I assume this isn’t a social call?” she asked. “No, I’m afraid not. It’s about a personal problem. I’m hoping you can help me deal with it somehow.” Deanna smiled reassuringly. “That’s what I’m here for. Why don’t you tell me about it and we’ll see if we can come up with something.” “Well, it’s about my relationship with the Captain,” Beverly started. “Of course you’re aware that we’re very close. That’s partly because of our positions; as Captain and ship’s doctor, we can’t become too friendly with the crew, and are therefore left to rely on each other for companionship. But it’s more than just that, I’m very fond of him, and I’m sure he’s equally fond of me. But I’m looking for more in the relationship, but Jean-Luc doesn’t seem to want to take it to the next level.” “When you say ‘the next level’ you mean sex?” asked Counselor Troi. Beverly blushed slightly. “Well, more than just sex, I want the intimacy that comes with sex.” “Have you ever discussed this with the Captain?” “I’ve tried, but he either ignores me, or makes up an excuse not to deal with it.” Deanna said “Assuming you’re right when you say that your feelings for the Captain are mutual, he may be reluctant to advance the relationship for professional reasons. You know Starfleet forbids Captains from having sexual relations with anyone directly under their command unless they’re married. For unmarried Captains like Jean-Luc, that means only the Counselor and Doctor are available to him. And even those relationships are frowned upon by Command.” Deanna wasn’t telling Beverly anything she didn’t already know. “I think you’re right. Jean-Luc is in love with this ship, and he won’t do anything that he feels will be harmful to it or its crew. But I know we could maintain an intimate relationship without affecting morale, or discipline, or anything else he thinks might be jeopardized.” “You’re probably right,” agreed the Counselor. “But it’s not me you need to convince, it’s the Captain. And that may be very difficult.” The Doctor and Counselor spent the better part of an hour discussing the Captain and what Beverly could do to make him more receptive. Unfortunately, the best they could come up with was for the Doctor to continue to gently let him know that she was interested. “I’ll keep trying,” said Beverly. “But it hasn’t worked till now, and I have my doubts that Jean-Luc is going to change anytime soon. Which brings me to my other problem…” Counselor Troi saw the Doctor blush again. She read Beverly’s emotions and guessed “You’re having feelings of sexual frustration.” “Yes, said Beverly. “There are a limited number of available men on board with whom it would be appropriate for me to have a…liaison.” “Well, there are many solutions to this problem,” Deanna said. “If you can’t find someone appropriate, why not try someone inappropriate? You’re an attractive woman; let some young lieutenant know you’re interested in a one night stand and go for it!” “I’m not comfortable with the idea of one night stands. I don’t want to develop a reputation on the ship; as the ship’s doctor, I have to maintain some decorum.” “Well then, why limit yourself to men. You can have a very satisfying sexual relationship with a woman.” “I’m not a lesbian!” exclaimed Dr. Crusher. “I didn’t suggest you were. But a woman can stimulate you in nearly every way a man can. Why eliminate fifty percent of the population without even trying it?” “Oh! I don’t think I could bring myself to do something like that.” “That’s too bad,” said Deanna. Beverly wasn’t sure, but she thought she detected a note of wistfulness in the Counselor’s voice as she made her last comment. Had Deanna been coming on to her? Well, it didn’t matter. She was definitely not interested in that kind of an encounter. “Well, you’ve just about eliminated the entire crew as possibilities,” concluded Deanna. “That leaves masturbation and the holodeck.” “I’ve tried one of the holodeck programs, but it lacks…something. I guess I’ll just have to keep using my vibrator,” Beverly said ruefully. “I just wish Jean-Luc would come to his senses. It would solve all my problems!” “I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help to you, Beverly. But I’m afraid you may have to change your standards, or accept a level of sexual frustration in your life.” “Yes, well, just talking about it has been a big help. It puts it all in perspective for me,” Beverly responded. “Anytime you need a friend, you know my door is always open,” said Deanna. “Thank you. Maybe I’ll take you up on that sometime.” Beverly left the Counselor’s office. She sighed in frustration as she walked down the corridor towards sick bay. While it had helped to talk about it, she still felt stymied by her situation. She decided to think about it some more and turned into Ten Forward to sit for a few minutes. She entered the lounge and saw it was deserted except for the enigmatic Guinan polishing glasses behind the bar. Beverly took a stool and ordered a soft drink. Guinan got her her drink and said “You look like you have something on your mind.” Beverly surprised herself by telling Guinan the whole story of her stalled relationship with the Captain and her resulting sexual frustration. Guinan listened attentively, nodding and clucking at all the right places. Finally, when Beverly had finished unburdening herself, Guinan said “You know, I’m reminded of an old Earth saying: ‘Sometimes the answer is right under your nose.’ Maybe if you took your focus off the Captain, you’d see someone who you love more than Jean-Luc and who loves you just as much” Beverly was perplexed. “I don’t know who you could mean. There’s no one that I’m really interested in other than Jean-Luc.” “I’ve said enough. If you’re open to it, it will come to you.” Beverly began to get angry. This was foolish! Guinan wasn’t making any sense. She finished her drink and left the bar. Who could she possibly like more than the Captain! He was such a warm, caring man. He had such a quiet strength about him! Why, ever since Mark had died, he was like a father to Wesley! Wesley. ‘Right under your nose.’ Ridiculous! Wesley was her son! He was only sixteen years old! But he did have a boyish handsomeness. And she did certainly love him. Beverly shook her head to try to rid herself of these nasty thoughts. It was stupid! She couldn’t have sex with her son, and that was the end of it. Dr Crusher spent the rest of the afternoon in sick bay, tending to the daily routine of scrapes, bruises, and bumps that was daily life on board a Federation Starship. She returned to her quarters a little tired and very hungry. She felt herself blush when she heard Wesley’s voice call out “Hi Mom!” as she walked through the door. Just think, even if only for the briefest of moments, she had actually entertained the thought of bedding her son! “Hi Wesley,” she answered. “How was your day?” “Great!” exclaimed Wesley as his mother entered the room. “Geordi showed me how to attenuate the containment field around the warp core. I usually prefer my theoretical classes over the practical ones, but there’s something about the power of the warp engines! It’s just awesome!” Beverly smiled. It was amazing that she hadn’t noticed how sexy her son was before now. His intelligence and enthusiasm, coupled with his youthful good looks, made for a terrific package. In a few years, if his build filled out some, he’d be totally irresistible to the girls! Beverly tried to reign in her thoughts again. ‘Oh, to hell with it!’ she thought to herself. It wasn’t like she planned to actually do anything. What harm could there be in a little fantasizing. Beverly asked “Chicken OK with you for supper?” “Yeah, stir fried with rice would be good.” “All right.” Beverly ordered up the food from the replicator and brought it to the table. As Wesley sat down, he began explaining how the warp core containment field had to be maintained at very exacting specifications, and what could happen if something went wrong. All the while, Beverly stared at his full lips, imagining what it would be like to kiss him. Would he start tentatively, gently brushing his lips over her face, or would he dive in aggressively, exploring her mouth hungrily with his tongue? Beverly thought he would be a gentle lover, allowing his hands, his lips, his body, to gently caress her. “Mom? Mom? Are you listening?” asked Wesley. “Hmm? Oh, sorry. I must have been daydreaming,” answered Beverly. Beverly made a point of paying attention to what Wesley was saying for the rest of the meal. After dinner, Wesley went to his room to study. Beverly downloaded an interesting article by Dr. Mbenga on Tholian fever to read. By the time Beverly had finished the article, she decided it was time for bed. She said “Intercom. Wesley, I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” She heard her son’s voice reply over the speaker “Goodnight Mom.” Beverly went to her bedroom and took off her clothes. She looked at her body in the full length mirror. Not bad for the mother of a sixteen year old, she thought to herself. Her breasts, while not as pert as they had been say twenty years ago, were still firm and proud. She turned and looked over her shoulder at her ass. No noticeable sag there either. She ran her hand over her stomach, still flat and tight, thanks to her workouts with Deanna in the gym. She allowed her hands to stray lower to her trimmed pubic hair. She gently stroked her outer pussy lips, thinking how good it would feel to have a man to tend to her needs. She opened her closet and picked a sexy black teddy to wear. She looked in the mirror one more time. If only Jean-Luc were here to see me in this. I bet that would break through his resolve. She took some comfort in the fact that she was still attractive, even if it did her no good, and went to bed. She lay there, replaying the earlier conversations with Deanna and Guinan in her head. Slowly, she began to form a plan. No, she couldn’t do it. She had been torturing herself for nearly two hours, when she just went ahead and did it. “Intercom. Wesley! Come quick! Wesley!” Wesley was roused from his sleep by his mother’s panicked voice over the intercom. She sounded terrified! He jumped out of bed and ran to her room. He found her sitting up in bed, wide eyed and shaking. “What’s wrong, Mom?” he asked. “Oh, Wes, I had the most terrifying nightmare. Come lay down beside me till I calm down. Please?” Beverly did her best to look agitated, but all the while she stared at her son’s nearly nude body. He was wearing a pair of tight briefs, revealing a substantial package between his legs. His body lacked a heavy musculature, but was smooth and lithe. She noticed his nipples had hardened in the coolness of her bedroom. Wesley was surprised at his mother’s request. She was usually so strong and independent. It must have been a really bad nightmare to make her ask him that. He instinctively went to her when asked, but halfway to her bed he became aware of his nakedness. He then noticed the sexy black negligee she was wearing, and the swell of her bosom. He slowed for half a second, and felt his face warm up as the blood rushed to his cheeks, but didn’t stop. His mother needed him and he would be there for her. He sat down next to her. A little self-consciously, he put his arm around her. Beverly saw Wesley blush as he walked toward the bed. But a moment later, he was next to her with his arm around her. She snuggled in close to him for a moment. Beverly pulled the covers down lower and said “Lay next to me for a few minutes so I can calm down a bit more, please?” Wesley was growing increasingly more uncomfortable with the situation. He was afraid that his teenage hormones would take over and begin responding to this beautiful woman next to him, even though it was his mother. He swallowed hard when he looked down and saw just how short her negligee was. He imagined that if he leaned forward just a little, he’d be able to see her pussy. Stop it! he commanded himself. This was his mother, and she needed his comfort. He began to crawl under the covers next to her as he thought how strong she had been over the years without a husband to help raise him. He thought of how difficult her relationship with Captain Picard must be. He knew they both cared for each other deeply, but that one or both of them had decided to keep things cool because of their positions on the ship. If his mother needed comfort he would give it to her. “Oh thank you Wes,” said Beverly. She moved in close to him, resting her head on his shoulder and draping an arm over his body. “Computer, dim lights.” Wesley gulped silently in the dark. He was ultra aware of every square millimeter of contact between his mother’s body and his own. He felt her upper arm on his stomach, her elbow near his navel. Her forearm went from his stomach to his chest with her hand laid out flat between his nipples. She was laying on her side with the front of both her thighs pressed against the side of his right thigh. Her head rested on his shoulder, and he could smell the clean scent of her shampoo. But most of all, he felt her nipples pressing into his arm. It felt like they were hard! Don’t be stupid, he told himself. As if he’d even know what a woman’s hard nipple would feel like against his arm. He told himself to lie quietly until she had calmed down sufficiently, and then go back to his room. Beverly smiled to herself. God, Wes was tense! She wondered if his cock was hard, but was worried she would scare him away if she reached for his groin this soon. She smiled and snuggled closer, rubbing the diamond points of her tits against his arm through the thin fabric of her teddy. She could feel the heat building in her snatch as the situation began to affect her. She wanted to reach down and stroke her moist pussy, or better yet, have Wesley do it, but knew that would too much too soon. Wes was in a near panic. As his mother moved around and their bodies rubbed together, he felt his groin begin to stir. He frantically reviewed the stats on the Enterprise’s warp engines that Geordi had shown him this afternoon in the hope that it would dampen his raging libido. It was to no avail; his mind jumped from the warp core to the warp nacelles with their powerful, phallic shape and his prick began to grow and stiffen. He reached down with his left hand to adjust his lengthening tool in his underwear. He had to do something. “Mom?” he whispered. There was no response. He gently lifted the covers and tried to slide out. Beverly felt the covers move near her hip and guessed that Wesley was adjusting his cock, or maybe even stroking it. He heard him whisper to her and feigned sleep. When he tried to sneak away, she let out a sigh and rolled towards him, draping half her body over his right side and putting her right hand on his left hip. Wesley froze when his mother moved. Her hand! It was just a few inches from his now fully erect cock! And there was no way he was going to get out of this bed without waking her. He couldn’t risk it. He’d die of embarrassment if she saw the bulge in his shorts. He decided to lay there quietly a while longer; sooner or later she’d move off of him and he’d slip away then. The next thing Wesley was aware of was the sweet taste of Counselor Troi’s cunt as he licked her wet slit. He grasped her buttocks and pulled her down so that he could better eat her out, all the while reveling in the feel of her hot mouth on his prick. Curiously, he could see both his own body and hers locked in a sixty nine position as if he were viewing it from across the room. Slowly, Wesley’s conscious mind began to assert itself and told him he was dreaming. Even as he realized this, he continued to enjoy the sensations his brain was telling him he was feeling. Unfortunately, piece by piece the dreamscape fell apart and he became nearly fully awake. Now all that was left was the feel of her buttock under his hand and her hand on his ass. He smiled contentedly, then he opened his eyes. Confusion hit him. He must still be dreaming. Why was his mother in his bed? Then last night’s events came back to him. He was in his mother’s bed! It was her ass he was feeling! He almost fainted when he became aware that he was grinding his hardon into her thigh. Beverly watched the sleep leave her son’s face, and panic take over as he came awake. “Calm down, calm down, it’s all right Wes, take it easy,” she said. All the while she struggled to control herself. She ached to throw the covers off the bed and take her son’s throbbing cock in her mouth and suck him till his cum ran down her throat. For now, she had to be satisfied with holding him close. As Wesley tried to pull his groin away from her thigh, she gently held him there with her hand on his ass. She had been lightly rubbing his tight, slim buns for the last half hour as he slept through what was obviously an erotic dream. The panic began to leave Wesley, but it was replaced by the deepest shame he had ever felt in his sixteen years. He stopped struggling and relaxed his rigid body, but his traitorous organ stayed as hard as a piece of dilithium. He maintained a slight backward pressure, trying to break contact between his cock and his mother’s thigh, but for some reason his mother wouldn’t let him. In fact, she was rubbing his ass in what seemed to be a very sensual manner. He was too confused to properly interpret her actions, he knew there must be some innocent explanation for the way she was acting, but he couldn’t figure it out. Beverly leaned forward and planted what could have been called a light motherly peck on Wesley’s lips if it hadn’t been for the fact that they were nearly nude and sharing a bed. The situation made the dry, close-mouthed kiss seem very erotic. She said “We have lots to talk about, but right now, I have to go to work. And I believe you have classes, young man.” With that, she threw back the covers. She took a moment to look hungrily at the substantial bulge in Wesley’s underwear as she got out of bed. Wesley was growing more confused by the moment. The only possible interpretation he could come up with for his mother’s comment about having lots to talk about was that she was going to lecture him on the inappropriateness of the situation. But none of her actions seemed to be indicating she thought there was anything wrong with what was going on. Even though Wesley was confused, he was still a sixteen year old boy with all the raging hormones of a normal teenager. His eyes just about popped out of their sockets when he saw his mother in the sexy little slip of cloth she wore under daytime lighting. He could see the darker color of her nipples on top of her firm, generous mounds, her beautiful, smooth thighs, and…no he must be mistaken. Then Beverly turned away from him and sprung out of bed and Wesley saw that he was not mistaken…HIS MOTHER WASN”T WEARING ANY PANTIES!!! He got a good view of her luscious backside and a flash of her cunt, he thought it was either hairless or at least very trimmed. His jaw fell to his chest when she stood at the foot of the bed and turned towards him saying “I’m going to take a shower then head down to sick bay” as she reached down and grasped the bottom of her garment, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion. Beverly stood in front of her son completely naked. She smiled when she saw his hand reach down and grasp his still swollen member. He squeezed and pulled at his cock through his underwear as he stared at her exposed body. She only lingered for a couple of seconds, then strode off towards the bathroom. Wesley stayed on the bed for a moment after Beverly left the room. He suddenly realized that he was masturbating, and jerked his hand away from his cock as though burned. Oh great! He sees his mother naked, and instead of being repulsed, or at the very least, feeling nothing at all, what does he do? He starts jerking off! And to make matters worse, he does it right in front of her! He must be a total sicko! Not wanting to face his mother, he jumped off the bed and ran to the washroom off his bedroom and took the quickest sonic shower on record. He then ran to his closet and took the first thing he found. He had to slow down for a second as he put on his underwear and jumpsuit because he still had the biggest boner of his adolescent life. He then ran out into the hallway, and raced towards the astrometrics lab. Only when he was safe behind its door did he slow down. With his back to the wall, he closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. “Is there a problem, Mr. Crusher?” he heard Data’s familiar voice ask. “Uh, no, no problem,” he lied. Wesley spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what had happened last night and this morning. Last night, though definitely a little weird, could be explained away for what it appeared on the surface, a young man comforting his frightened mother. But this morning’s events were just too strange. The more he analyzed it, the more it seemed that his mother had been coming on to him. That obviously couldn’t be the case. There had to be some other explanation. Perhaps she had some strange fever? He dreaded the thought of going back to their quarters at the end of the day. What could he possibly say? He had done nothing wrong last night, and he could explain away grinding his cock into his mother’s thigh while he was sleeping as a normal subconscious action of a sixteen year old mind. Though incredibly embarrassing, he understood intellectually that there was nothing wrong with it. But his reaction to seeing her nude was inexcusable. He had actually pulled his meat while staring at his naked mother! She must think he was a total pervert. And she was probably right. Fuck! He was getting a hardon right here while Data droned on about orbital something or other just thinking about that small patch of reddish hair over her hot looking snatch! He really was sick, but damn, she had looked fine! “Mr. Crusher! You were daydreaming again,” said Data. “You seem to be having trouble concentrating, so we will end today’s lesson a little early. I suggest you go back to your quarters, and when you are more focused, perhaps you can study this schematic on your terminal.” Wesley replied “OK. Sorry Data.” He looked at his watch and saw that there was only a half hour until his mother’s shift was over. He briefly considered hiding away somewhere, but that would only delay the inevitable, so he headed for their quarters. He was dismayed to find that his mother was already at home sitting on the couch when he got there. She had been almost as distracted as Wesley through day, so she had also left early. Beverly smiled when she saw her son come through the door. “Hi Wesley!” she called out brightly. While she looked cheery and confident on the outside, on the inside she was a quaking mass of nerves. Now that Wesley had had some time to think, how would he feel? Wesley mumbled a greeting in reply. Beverly could see that Wesley was miserable. Her maternal instincts went into overdrive and she knew she had to console him. She had planned to have a nice meal first and then talk about last night, this morning, and the future, but decided that it would be best for Wesley if they talked about it right away. She so wanted him to feel better. Beverly patted the seat next to her on the sofa and said “Come here, Wes. We have to talk.” Wesley walked over and sat down as far away as he could from his mother. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I was flirting with you last night and this morning,” she began. Wesley’s look of dejection turned into incredulity. “Flirting? You were flirting with me?” Beverly gave him a confused smile. “Of course I was. I figured you might fall for the nightmare story last night, but surely you must have realized it was a ruse to get you into bed after this morning?” “But you’re my mother! You can’t flirt with me!” exclaimed Wesley. “Well, you certainly didn’t seem to mind this morning. You seemed rather…taken with me when you were wanking yourself, staring at my charms.” Wesley blushed deeply at the mention of his behavior. “I…I…I…I was having a dream, I still wasn’t awake…I was dreaming.” Beverly was mortified that this might be true. But she didn’t let it show. “You knew what was happening. I saw you wake up and realize you were dry humping your mother’s leg like a horny Verrillian cat. And I liked it,” she added in a whisper. “You liked it?” asked Wesley. “Yes, I liked it. I loved it! I haven’t been with a man in so long. Wes, I need a man. After your father died, I thought that part of me died with him. But this past year or two I’ve reawakened. And there’s no one on this ship that I want to fulfill my desires with more than you!” Wesley was stunned. He had never imagined this. He didn’t know what to say. It took him a moment to realize he was speaking. And he couldn’t believe what he was saying. “From the moment I first lay next to you last night I knew I wanted you. Then when I saw you naked, I thought you were more beautiful than anything I had ever seen. I’d love for you to be my first woman.” Beverly had suspected that Wesley was a virgin, but wasn’t sure. There weren’t very many girls near his age on the ship, and he had always seemed more interested in his studies than anything else. She was thrilled to learn that she would get to deflower this handsome young man. “I had been planning a nice meal first, but I think we’re both hungry for something else right now,” Beverly said as she got up. Wesley stood up and took his mother’s hand. Together they walked to her bedroom. Beverly turned to face her son and took him in her arms. They brought their lips together in a light kiss. Beverly began running her hands over Wesley’s back, enjoying the feel of his body against hers. Tentatively, Wesley allowed his hands to rest on his mother’s buttocks. He waited a moment to see if she would object; when she didn’t, he began to gently massage her ass. He enjoyed the feel of her firm flesh under his hands. Soon, he felt his groin stir. Beverly gently pushed Wesley away so she could help him out of his clothes. She undid the fastener down the side of his one piece jumpsuit and helped him pull it off. She looked down at the growing bulge in his briefs. She smiled as she reached out and grasped his cock through the thin material. Wesley let out a little groan at the intimate contact. Beverly couldn’t wait any longer; she grasped the waistband of her son’s shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. She stared at his semi-erect six inches of pecker as it bobbed up and down when he kicked the underwear off from around his feet. Beverly looked at Wesley and said “Take off my clothes.” That was all the encouragement the horny sixteen year old needed. He quickly pulled his mother’s shirt over her head as she raised her arms. He only hesitated for a moment to look at her glorious tits, still encased in a lacy bra, before kneeling in front of her and pulling her pants down. Beverly bent over to pull her pants over her feet. She looked down lovingly at her son as he stared at her panty covered muff. She took a small step forward, while placing her hands behind Wesley’s head and gently pulling him towards her. Wesley breathed in deep, relishing the musky feminine smell of his mother’s twat. He tried to move back when he realized she was pulling her panties down, but Beverly kept a gentle pressure on the back of his head as she removed her underpants with the other hand. He got the hint and kept in contact with her as the thin cotton material was removed. Soon, his nose and lips were in direct contact with the most intimate part of his mother’s body. He tried to pull away again, this time his mother let him. He stared from a mere inches away at the prize between Beverly’s legs. Beverly spread her legs slightly to give Wesley a better view. She ran her hands down her body, over the cups of her bra, taking a moment to pinch her nipples through the fabric, over her tight stomach, down to her trimmed bush. She spread her labia, smiling as she saw her son swallow and lick his lips. She rubbed at her cunt with one hand as she continued to keep it spread open with her other. She shivered slightly as she made contact with her sensitive clit. Wesley was transfixed. He stared hungrily at his mother’s pussy as she masturbated in front of him. He felt his stiffening cock go just a little harder as Beverly buried a finger in her glistening hole. Beverly withdrew her finger, now slick with her pussy juice. She knelt on the floor facing her son. “Take off my bra,” she whispered. Wesley nervously reached behind his mother and fumbled inexpertly with the clasp. Beverly brought her wet finger up to his mouth and lightly traced his lips. Wesley reflexively flicked his tongue out, licking the trace of cunt cream from his lips just as he succeeded in freeing his mother’s firm globes from their confines. He gulped as he brought his hands forward and placed them under Beverly’s breasts, hefting them, feeling their weight. Beverly continued to play her finger over Wesley’s lips as she felt her son’s hands explore her tits. She penetrated his full lips and slid her quim slick digit into his partially open mouth. She watched as her son closed his pretty mouth over her finger, sucking the flavorful juice from it. At the same time, Wesley continued to play with his mother’s tits, pinching and pulling on the erect nipples. Beverly’s lust was suddenly undeniable. As much as she was enjoying the foreplay, she had needed a cock stuffed into her snatch for a long, long time. “Fuck me, Wesley! Fuck me now!” she implored. The two incestuous lovers got up and walked to the bed. Beverly lay down on her back, lifting and spreading her legs. Wesley couldn’t get enough of the sight of her nude body; he stood by the side of the bed and gazed at his mother’s gorgeous figure. He drank in the site of her beautiful red hair, the delicate curve of her neck, the swell of her ample bosom, the tightness of her flat stomach, the way her trimmed pubic hair introduced her delicious cunt, her firm buttocks, her curvaceous legs. Beverly, though flattered by her son’s obvious enjoyment of her body, had more pressing things on her mind. “Fuck me!” she begged once again, as she grabbed her son’s hand and pulled him down on top of her. Wesley fumbled a bit before Beverly reached down and grasped his steely prick in her hand and guided him into her love tunnel. “Oh yes!” she exclaimed. “That feels so good! Fuck me hard Wesley! Yeah, ooh yeah, pound my cunt!” Wesley tried his best to be a good boy and do as his mother told him. He immediately began to slide his fuckstick in and out of her snatch. He reveled in the tight feel of her vaginal walls clamping down on his love tool. He felt his mother’s nails digging into his back, and then running lower to grasp his buttocks. “Deeper!” she demanded as she pulled down on her son’s ass. She moaned as she got an extra fraction of an inch of her son’s prick in the depths of her cunt and his pubic bone rubbed up against her love knob. Wesley suddenly felt his balls churning as his orgasm began to build. One part of his mind knew he had only been fucking his mother for a couple of minutes and he should slow down to give her a chance to catch up to him, but another part (the sixteen year old horny virgin part) urged him on. The latter part of his conscience won out, and he continued his furious pace, pistoning his steely rod in and out of his mother’s hot quim. Beverly smiled up at her son as she saw the unmistakable signs of his impending orgasm. He grimaced, arched his back, and began moaning. “Fuck, here it comes!” Wesley exclaimed. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” He felt his cockhead swell as his jism was pumped through his tool to paint the inside of his mother’s tight love tunnel. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his body as his sticky white semen flowed out of his pecker. All too soon it was over. Wesley felt his cock soften and pull out of it’s hot home of the last couple of minutes. He collapsed on top of his mother and looked at her guiltily. “I’m sorry,” he said with puppy dog eyes. His mother smiled at him. “Sorry? What for?” “Well, I, uh, I know I was…quick. It wasn’t too good for you, was it?” “Oh Wesley, it was great for me! I didn’t have an orgasm, but knowing how much pleasure I gave my son was good enough for me. Besides, the night is young, and you’re young, so I’m sure we can work on my needs soon.” Wesley felt his cock twitch at the thought that the night’s activities weren’t over. He felt his mother’s hands on his ass as she lifted her face to his. They kissed deeply, passionately. Wesley felt his mother’s tongue exploring his mouth as she massaged the sensitive spot between his asshole and his bag. Within seconds, his prick was as hard as ever. Mother and son continued to kiss as they maneuvered into position again. This time, Wesley didn’t need any help to find his mark. He slid his cock into Beverly’s sticky wet quim, enjoying the feel of her hot, fuck slimed pussy on his cock. He set up a slower pace this time, relishing the sensations his body was experiencing. Beverly was also basking in the glow of her body’s desires as they were being fulfilled. She sucked hungrily on her son’s tongue, then switched to his pouty, almost feminine lips. She ran her hands down his back, grasping his round buttocks in her hands. She ran her hand up and down his ass crack, pausing to massage the area around his hole. Wesley thought that there couldn’t be any more surprises tonight. After all, he had been seduced by his mother, and now here he was screwing her. But he was shocked to feel her rubbing his anus. He was almost equally shocked to realize he was enjoying it. He had no idea that it felt so good. He gave a small start when he felt his mother’s finger penetrate past his sphincter. Beverly could feel her first orgasm beginning to form. It started as a tingling over her entire body. Soon, it felt as if her son’s invading organ was a torch, inflaming her cunt from the inside. A few seconds later, she felt as if a bolt of lightning had crashed down on her and set her clit on fire. She lifted her hips and simultaneously pulled Wes’s ass down, at the same time forcing her finger deeper into his rectum. As Wesley penetrated her fully, she screamed her passion into his mouth. She felt the heat spread to her extremities as she enjoyed the orgasm her son had given her. Wesley felt his mother’s finger deep in his bowels and her cunt walls clamp down on his cock. He continued to slide his fuck tool in and out of her hot snatch as she writhed beneath him. Her gyrations finally got the better of him, and he sent his second load of love juice into her cunt. He could feel the muscles in her quim working in tandem with his cock, milking the last of his seed into her. For a second time, he collapsed on top of his mother. This time, instead of shame, he felt pride and happiness knowing that his mother was as fulfilled as he was. Wesley moved off of Beverly. They lay together, facing each other and lightly kissing. Beverly said “Let me taste your cum.” Wesley looked at her blankly. “From my cunt,” she said. “Finger me and let me lick it.” Wesley couldn’t help but smile as he obeyed his mother. He obviously had a lot to learn, and it appeared as if his mother would be a completely uninhibited teacher. He reached down and covered his mother’s cunt with his hand. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and the sticky wetness of their lovemaking. He slid a finger into her. He could feel his jizz mixed with her own honey. He slid in and out a few times, then withdrew, drawing his hand up to his mother’s face. She licked his finger, then smiled at him. “Taste?” she asked. Wesley returned her smile, and licked some of the fluid from his finger. He tasted the salty tang of his semen mixed with the sweet muskiness of his mother’s snatch. It was simple delightful! Mother and son spent the next few minutes licking this ambrosial fluid of each others hands, only stopping after Beverly had another orgasm from all the finger fucking. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, dreaming of the pleasure of future nights.