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 Title: Porntastic Adventure


Summary: A young man discovers his mother's former occupation.


Keywords: inc,fic,fantasy



   Part 1

   When Andy Wilson turned eighteen, he did two things that he had dreamed
of doing for years.  Andy was a shy, bookish young man in wire-rim glasses,
easily embarrassed and prone to making a fool of himself around girls his
own age.  He'd never seen a nude woman in person before, and as soon as he
was old enough, he and his friend Rodney Fenster hopped into Andy's beat up
Ford sedan and sped two towns over to the Gilded Lily, an upscale strip
club that maintained a small section for eighteen to twenty year olds. 
That night, Andy saw a dozen writhing, voluptuous women, bare to his
burning gaze, and each fold and curve, projection and recession, each
tanned breast and perky nipple, each neatly trimmed pussy and flexing,
muscular thigh, was etched indelibly in young Andy's mind.

   He went home that night with erotic visions dancing in his mind, and
beat off furiously three times before finally passing into unconsciousness.
The next day, Andy drove to that same town and, fortified with some of the
birthday cash given him by his lovely and doting mother Tracy, Andy hit the
adult bookstore.  Finally, he could buy himself some serious pornography,
instead of relying upon the internet for release.

   Andy perused the racks with a careful eye, taking in all the strange
sights with the occasional blush or quick backpedal -- particularly when he
accidentally stumbled into the gay section of the store.  Turning about
quickly, he hurried across to the other side of the store, missing the
bemused expression on the clerk's face, who was watching Andy navigate
through the aisles, trying to decide if the young man was old enough to be
there.

   Oblivious, Andy's eager eyes continued to explore.  To his chagrin, he
discovered that most of the tapes on display were far out of his price
range.  Thirty or forty dollars for a video seemed rather ridiculous to
Andy, who had hoped to pick up three or four vids that afternoon.  He
didn't have more than sixty dollars on him, and he knew some of that money
needed to go to gas up his car.  Discouraged, Andy poked around a bit more,
planning on leaving empty handed, when he discovered a low case near the
middle of the store, jammed tight with videos, bearing the legend "on
sale."

   Andy's face lit up, and he attacked the rack with a rising feeling of
excitement.  Most of the videos in the case were six to ten years old, and
all averaged ten to fifteen dollars in value.  He had found a veritable
gold mine.  Most of the titles looked like utter crap, but he found a few
volumes of a series called "Double D Vixens" that looked promising.  Each
featured women with enormous breasts and names like "Tig O'Bitties" and
"Kara Kleavage." The few pictures on the box showcased massively endowed
women splattered with cum, and each volume promised "six hours of nonstop
sucking and fucking." Andy was sold.  He grabbed three of the videos and
rushed to the counter to pay for them, the makings of an enormous erection
already beginning in his jeans.

   Andy rushed home, intending to immediately pop in the videos and
masturbate himself into unconsciousness, but to his chagrin, he found that
his mother's car was in the driveway.  She was home, then, and that meant
Andy's plans would be postponed.

   "Where have you been all afternoon?" Tracy Wilson asked her son as he
entered the house.  At thirty-seven, Tracy was a sight to behold. 
Statuesque, with pale skin and dark eyes, she wore her straight brown hair
past her shoulders, commonly tied up into a loose ponytail as it was now. A
few afternoons at the gym each week helped Tracy maintain her shape,
including a narrow waist and long, well toned thighs.  Still, Tracy
possessed a prodigious chest, flaring hips, and a springy, heart-shaped
ass. In short, she was an incredibly beautiful and well-built woman, and
her considerable charms were not lost on her only child.

   Andy blushed furiously, shifting the brown paper bag under his arm, and
muttered something noncommittal.  He darted past his mother and up the
stairs to his room, missing entirely the concerned look Tracy gave him as
he moved.

   Andy collapsed on his bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to get the
image of his mother's heavy breasts, tightly encased in her blue t-shirt,
out of his mind.  He cast his mind back to previous evening, and
substituted a gyrating, lithe Asian woman.  That helped considerably, and
Andy felt less guilty about the hardened column of flesh tenting his jeans.

   Just then there was a knock at his door, and Andy sat up quickly,
brushing the brown paper bag onto the floor on the other side of his bed.
"Yes?"

   Tracy eased the door open and poked her head inside.  "Dinner will be
ready in an hour, sweetie.  But you'll have to eat alone tonight, if you
don't mind.  I'm going out with some of the girls from the office.  Okay?"

   "Uh, yeah, sure.  Thanks, Mom," Andy said quickly.  She smiled and shut
the door.  Andy heard her light tread pass down the stairs, and he breathed
a sigh of relief.  It looked like he would have the whole house to himself
for the night, and he would have the opportunity to put the vids to good
use.

   Andy read a book while he ate dinner, one of the many tasty pasta dishes
his mother often prepared, but his mind wasn't on the food or his reading.
His mind was filled with visions of bouncing breasts, splattered with cum,
and wide sucking mouths filled with hard, throbbing cock.

   "How do I look?" he heard his mother ask him, and Andy was brought back
to the present with a start.  His delicate skin flushed furiously as well,
partly due to his own erotic thoughts, and partly at how beautiful his
mother looked.

   Tracy's long brown hair was loose, spilling down her back in a wave. 
Her makeup was subtle and perfect, accenting her high cheekbones and full
lips.  Her full figured frame was pressed into a tight black mini-dress
that flashed a great deal of thigh and cleavage.  Golden earrings sparkled,
and a gold band wrapped loosely around her swan-like throat.  Her legs were
bare, her feet encased in black pumps, and she held a short jacket in her
right hand.

   "Gorgeous," Andy said honestly.

   Tracy frowned.  "Don't talk with your mouth full," she told him.  Then,
leaning close, she gave him a dry kiss on his forehead.  Her perfume
enveloped him, and Andy realized that her posture gave him a clear look
down her neckline.  She wasn't wearing a bra.  "But thank you, sweetie,"
Andy heard her say.  It barely registered.

   He swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and quickly shifted his eyes to
the open book at his elbow.  "You're welcome, Mom," he said.  "Just be
careful tonight.  Don't break a nail beating off all those men that will be
after you."

   Tracy laughed, and gently swatted her son's arm.  "I hardly think I have
to worry about that," she said.  Just then the doorbell chimed.  "That'll
be Margie," Tracy said excitedly.  She slipped her jacket on -- Andy forced
himself to keep from noticing how her body jiggled with the complicated
maneuver -- and hurried to the front door.  "Don't have any wild parties
while I'm gone," Tracy said over her shoulder.  Andy heard the front door
open and slam shut, and then he relaxed in his chair with a sigh.

   After dinner, he rushed upstairs to his room.  One of the few luxuries
Andy had bought with the money he earned working at the bookstore at the
mall was a large screen tv and a vcr.  His entertainment center dominated
his small room, and Andy was very glad to have spent the money on it.  He
stripped out of his clothes, turned on the tv and vcr, and picking one of
the "Double D Vixens" volumes at random, threw it in the machine.

   As Andy settled down on his bed, his hardening cock in one hand, he
grabbed tissues with the other, and then the remote.  He fast-forwarded
through the opening commercials to get straight to the action.  He gripped
himself as the first scene began and slowly began to stroke.  The tape
quality wasn't great, and the tracking bounced around every once in a
while, but the visuals more than made up for it.  Andy watched, entranced,
his cock throbbing hungrily in his fist.

   The first scene introduced Kara Kleavage, an auburn haired, green-eyed
beauty with immense breasts and a neatly trimmed red pussy.  She fucked two
men at the same time, alternately sucking and fucking each of them, and
then let both of them spill their seed on her breasts.  The scene ended
with Kara facing the camera, holding up her cum splattered tits, grinning.

   Next came Mindy Minx, a petite blonde with huge, fake tits and nipples
as wide as a silver dollar.  Though short, Mindy was clearly a sexual
dynamo, and she savagely fucked her nondescript partner until he groaned
and sprayed cum across her lips and eyes.

   Andy's cock shuddered and jumped in his hands.  The first two scenes had
eaten up a little over a half-hour on the tape.  He was pacing himself.  He
wanted to see how far he could get before he couldn't contain himself, and
hoped he might make it to the end of the tape.  But luck was not with him.
Though, perhaps, fate was.

   The next scene opened in a hotel room.  A large, heavyset man lay on the
bed, stroking a prodigious cock that Andy couldn't help comparing to his
own slab of meat.  He was a good eight or nine inches, he thought,
certainly capable of holding his own in a porno.

   Suddenly, the music started, and the words "Tig O'Bitties" flashed
across the bottom of the screen.  The camera panned right, towards what
Andy assumed was the hotel bathroom, as the door opened, and Tig O'Bitties
stepped into the shot.

   Andy's heart stopped for a split second, and then started again,
thundering loudly in his chest.

   Tig O'Bitties had long brown hair, framing a heart-shaped face with
full, pouting lips, high cheekbones, an aristocratic nose, and dark knowing
eyes that flashed across the man on the bed with a look of unbridled lust.
Her swanlike throat flowed down into a prodigious cleavage, encased
deliciously in a bright blue babydoll nightie so transparent that her dark
nipples and the shadow of her pubic mound could be seen, hinting at the
charms beneath.

   Andy recognized the woman immediately.  She was unmistakable.  Tig
O'Bitties was his mother, Tracy Wilson.  Several years younger, certainly,
but no less beautiful or well built.

   Tig O'Bitties sauntered over to the bed, grinning salaciously.  Andy
looked at the cock in his hand with horror; it felt as though it had grown
monstrously harder and looked as though it had grown much longer as well.
Against his will, his hand stroked up and down his throbbing length as the
woman -- his mother!  -- on the screen kissed the man on the bed and reach
for his cock with her hand.

   That was enough for Andy.  His heart pounding in his chest, his mouth
and throat as dry as a desert, his toes curling into fists, Andy lost
control.  His cock surged in his fist and spat its payload.  Pearly white
cum jetted from the end of his dick with incredible force, and he was too
far-gone to deflect it with the tissues.  An arc of cum sailed across the
room to splash against the tv screen, which showed his mother's face, with
her lips wrapped tight around the strange man's dick.  Andy's remaining
spurts were weaker, but they did manage to make a steaming white lake on
his sheets.  Andy slumped back against his headboard, gasping.

   His eyes refocused, watching in wonder as his mother mugged to the
camera, licking the stranger's cock like a lollipop and then devouring it
once more.  Andy looked down at his crotch, and realized with mounting
horror that it was still hard.  Slowly, as his mother sucked on the screen,
Andy began to stroke himself once again.  He watched as she shucked the
nightie, revealing her sweetly rounded and gravity defying tits with their
hardened nipples, her taut belly, and the neatly trimmed jungle between her
thighs.  Seeing her completely naked, particularly with a blob of his own
cum drying on the screen, was once again too much for Andy's frail
constitution.  He exploded once more, with the same vigor and consistency
as the previous climax.  Still, he remained hard.

   Filled with lust and shame, Andy jacked off a total of six times to that
one scene, as Tig O'Bitties sucked the stranger off, had her pussy eaten
out, then fucked the man in a variety of positions, including doggy style.
Her familiar, throaty voice cried out with each stroke.  At the end, the
man sprayed his seed across his mother's breasts.  Grinning lustily at the
camera, Andy's mother hefted her cum splattered tits, and, lifting one to
her lips, licked the cum off her pendulous globe.  That move precipitated
Andy's sixth explosion.

   He had to take a break after that, run downstairs and drink a few
glasses of water.  He was completely dehydrated and light headed, his mind
reeling at the implications.  When he caught his breath, he ran back to his
room, still naked, his cock raw and red.  He scanned through the remaining
two videos quickly, searching for more Tig O'Bitties action, but only found
one.

   Near the end of the third tape, he found Tig O'Bitties lying by the side
of a pool, her prodigious curves barely contained by a bright blue string
bikini.  A young man of eighteen or nineteen years of age entered the
frame, clearly supposed to be some kind of pool boy, and his mom proceeded
to fuck his brains out.  Andy only came three times watching that one, his
last climax producing no more than a dribble, and had to give up because
his dick was hurting too much.

   Andy cleaned himself and his sheets, put the videos away, and then
collapsed on his bed.  He fell into a troubled but welcome sleep, and did
not notice when his mother returned home.

   Part 2

   Two years passed.  Andy graduated from high school and enrolled in the
local community college, where he worked on getting a business degree.  He
remained at home, as much to save money as to stay close to his mother.

   His lust and his attraction grew with each passing day, though he had no
idea how to deal with them.  Tracy, oblivious to the changes in her son,
was simply happy to have him around.  At first he was around as much as he
could be, outside of work and school, in an effort to spend as much time
with his mother as possible.  It helped that so many of his friends left
town for college, leaving him with a ready excuse to stay home on his
weekend evenings.

   In his spare time, he searched.  On the internet, in adult bookstores,
flea markets, and second hand shops, Andy looked for other Tig O'Bitties
appearances.  According to the IMDB, she made nearly a hundred films over
the course of a four year period, and featured in two dozen men's
magazines. Through diligence, hard work, and a willingness to spend
whatever was required, Andy amassed quite a collection of Tig O'Bitties
memorabilia.  In two short years, he tracked down nearly half of her films
-- "Big Titted Mamas" and "Carwash Whores" being his two favorites due to
their all-female casts -- as well as some twenty magazines.  Each day, Andy
would jack off furiously to images of his mother's nude form, or to one of
her films.

   As his search continued, Andy put together a chronology of the events.
All of the films his mother appeared in were made twelve to eight years
beforehand.  Those were the years immediately following the death of Andy's
father, the victim of a drunk driver.  Those were hazy years for Andy
himself.

   He took his father's death pretty hard, he recalled, and also didn't
remember his mother being around much at the time.  During those years,
Andy spent most of his days with his grandmother or one of his aunts.  They
never really explained to him where his mother had gone, except to say she
was "working," and she seemed to be working a lot.  Now Andy knew what she
had been doing, realized the sacrifices that she had been forced to make in
order to make ends meet.  For he knew, also, that his parents had married
early, that his father had provided for them, and that following his
father's death, his mother had to scramble to fill those vacant shoes.

   Discovering his mother's secret past filled in some of the blanks, but
there was still a great deal of unanswered questions.  Why porn, for
example?  How had she made that decision?  How had she been able to do it
so secretly?  At what point did she decide enough was enough?  Yet the only
way to find out the answers would be to broach the subject with his mother,
and if he did that, he'd have to explain why he wanted to know.

   That might get ugly.  Especially as, he realized, he was becoming
obsessed with her.  His every waking moment was filled with maddening,
incestuous fantasies.  He was distracted, unfocused, and growing more
distant with each discovery.  Unsure of how to deal with his lust, consumed
with guilt and self-loathing, Andy began to spend less and less time at
home.  He worked as much overtime as possible, spent long hours at the
library, and tried to come home late every night, after his mother had gone
to bed.  He would sneak into his room and masturbate as quietly as he dared
and as furiously as he needed, always to an image of his mother.

   It was an untenable situation, but Andy didn't know what to do.  He
couldn't stay, and yet he couldn't leave either.  Every moment spent in her
presence was sheer, delicious torture.  Yet he was afraid to spend more
than a few minutes at a time with her, terrified he might blurt out
something or, worse, force himself upon her.  As his lust grew, so too did
his misery.

   For her part, Tracy could not fail to notice the changes in her son.  He
vacillated between being too attentive and being completely unavailable. 
He flinched when she touched him, yet would look at her with such
tenderness it made her heart ache.  He was such a smart, sensitive boy, and
she worried about him constantly.  Having to go to a community college
because they couldn't afford to send him to a better school, left behind by
his friends, forced to work his way through school; she thought back to the
last time their family had faced financial difficulty, and what she had
done to ensure Andy had clothes to wear to school, eyeglasses to see, books
to read, food on the table, and a roof over his head.

   Those had been wild, crazy years.  Desperate years.  The death of her
husband, the love of her life, had nearly shattered her, as did the
realization following his funeral that she did not possess the necessary
skills to provide for herself or her son.  Don had been a good provider,
but in the few short years they had together, between the house, the car,
Andy's medicine, and other expenses, Don had managed to accrue considerable
debt.

   Tracy had married Don right out of high school, had never had a job
before, and had spent the first seven years of her marriage looking after
Don and their son, never paying much attention to the financial side of
things.  But she was beautiful, and had always been sexually adventurous,
and she had a friend who knew a guy who made pornographic films.  She knew,
looking back, that her decision had as much to do with the despair of
losing Don as it had to do with the need to make as much money as possible,
as quickly as possible.

   And it was frighteningly, horribly fun.  She had always been proud of
her body, the effect she had on men, and she loved a good fuck as much --
or more -- as the next woman.  The constant sex and the absence of true
feelings had kept her going for a while, but eventually she missed her
Andy, so she quit.  With enough money socked away, she went back to school
to broaden her horizons, and now she was a legal secretary, a professional
woman.  Those days were behind her, and if, occasionally, she looked
wistfully back on all the sex she had, she did not miss the emptiness of it
all.

   But now her emotional center, her grounding point, her son, was drifting
away from her, and Tracy didn't know why it was happening.  It wasn't fair,
considering what she had sacrificed to make sure he grew up right.

   It occurred to her one Saturday afternoon, while cleaning the living
room, that Andy might be taking drugs.  She paused, turned off the vacuum,
and stared into space for several long minutes.  Tracy tried to shake that
insidious thought.  Andy was much too smart to poison his body, she told
herself.  Yet, what other explanation could there be for his mood swings
and mysterious disappearances?

   She checked the clock over the mantel, noted the lateness of the hour,
and tried to guess whether Andy would be home for dinner that night, or
whether he'd be out for all hours.  She bit her lower lip, swept a lock of
hair out of her eyes, and made a fateful decision.  Before Andy came home,
Tracy was going to search his room for drugs.

   Part 3

   Tracy eased the door to Andy's room open and stepped inside.  She took a
quick look around, but didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. 
Hesitantly, she began a more thorough search.  She checked his dresser
drawers, but found nothing.  His desk was clean as well.  His wastebasket
was full of used tissues...

   "Hmmm," Tracy muttered, frowning.  She opened his closet, and discovered
a case at the bottom that she had never seen before.  Her heart began to
beat a little faster, and with an uncertain hand, Tracy dragged the case
out of the closet.  She lifted the top, revealing the contents.

   Tracy gasped.  She had not been prepared to find this: a treasure trove
of adult films and magazines carefully packed into the limited space
available.  She relaxed almost immediately, thinking that she had
discovered Andy's secret, and had turned out not to be so terrible.  Then
she started to recognize some of the titles.  Her blood turned cold.

   Why would Andy have *her* movies?  She glanced over at the wastebasket,
then back at the pornography.  She started pulling videos and magazines
out. She checked every cassette case, every table of contents.  Every
single magazine and video featured her somewhere.  He even had five of the
"Double D Vixens" compilations, which just took cuts from some of her other
films.  It was mind-boggling, but the conclusion was inescapable.

   Andy was jacking off to images of his mother.

   Tracy's head dropped, and she tried to fight back tears.  She had failed
as a mother, completely and utterly.  The grief and shock paused as the
realization that her nipples were hard.

   Now, how could that be?

   It had nothing to do with the image in her mind, the picture forming
there of Andy on his bed, watching one of her films, stroking himself off
and spraying his creamy, delicious cum across the room.  No, that couldn't
be it.

   Tracy shook her head.  She cupped her breasts through the thin t-shirt
she wore and teased her nipples with her thumbs.  She could feel a wetness
seeping in between her thighs.  But it wasn't because of Andy -- couldn't
be.  The fact that the last time she'd had sex was on a set had nothing to
do with it either.  No, Tracy decided it was simply the fact that, brought
back memories of that time in her life, causing those old feelings to
bubble to the surface.

   "Oh, Andy," Tracy moaned, playing with her tits.

   She would prove it to herself, she decided.  She would prove that these
sudden, uncharacteristic erotic feelings were caused by the films, and not
her son's fantasies.  Tracy grabbed a film at random and threw it in Andy's
vcr.  She turned his tv on and threw herself on his bed.  The movie began
in the midst of a scene, supposedly at a nightclub, where Tig O'Bitties,
long mane flying, was being vigorously fucked from behind by one man, while
another fed his bloated cock into her mouth.

   Tracy moaned, surprised at how vividly she remembered that day.  The
warehouse where they shot it was cold, her knees on the bar were freezing,
and yet a delicious heat had enveloped her as the two men hammered into her
body.  Strangely, she could not shake the vision that swam before her, the
vision of her son, sitting where she sat now, watching what she was
watching now, masturbating furiously as she...

   ...  as she needed to do now.  With another desperate moan, Tracy
unsnapped her jeans and pulled her t-shirt free.  She pushed her jeans down
her thighs and slipped a hand between her legs, surprised by and ashamed of
the copious flood seeping from her pussy.  She pressed her palm against her
wetness, then shoved the panties down her thighs as well.  Her neatly
trimmed pussy was revealed, her pubic hair matted with moisture.  She
parted her lips with a finger, then dipped it within to tease her pink
folds.

   The movie continued, but Tracy wasn't paying attention to it any longer.
She was in another world, her thoughts transfixed by her only child.  Her
voice echoed back at her from the television as she thumbed her clit and
teased her pink folds with her other fingers.  With her free hand, Tracy
cupped her breasts through her t-shirt.  She continued until her entire
body shook with an intense orgasm, drenching her thighs with moisture.

   Struggling to catch her breath, Tracy slumped on her son's bed.  When
she opened her eyes, she saw Andy standing in the doorway, staring at her,
his mouth hanging open.

   Tracy made no attempt to cover her nudity.  She could only stare in
return, her heart pounding heavily beneath her breast.  On the tv screen,
larger than life, Tracy's sweat dampened face was drenched by two squirting
cocks.  It barely registered on her; Tracy's gaze was fixed on her son. 
With more than maternal interest, she noted the engorged bulge at his
crotch.

   She felt the heat in her pussy grow, and she unconsciously began to
stroke herself once more.  Andy's eyes widened perceptibly, but still he
stood, frozen in the doorway.

   Tracy stretched languorously on his bed, her fingers playing with the
lips of her pussy.  "Mmmm," she moaned.  "Andy, what are you doing here?"

   His mouth clicked shut.  "I, uh, I got done at the library early today,
so I thought I'd come home and, uh..." He trailed off.

   "Thought you'd jerkoff to one of my videos?" Tracy suggested.

   Andy's eyes were glued to her crotch, and her busy hand.  He grinned
suddenly, and for a brief second, he looked like the Andy she had raised
and loved, rather than the sullen young man who had inhabited the same
house for the last two years.  "Um, yeah, I guess so," he stammered, the
grin fading.

   In that moment, Tracy realized what she had to do.  She knew how she
could get her son back.

   "Come here," she said, beckoning to him with the hand coated with her
juices.  Almost hypnotically, he complied, stepping into the room and
crossing to the bed.  She patted the mattress beside her, and Andy sat down
dumbly.  His eyes roved up and down her body, from her exposed crotch to
her clothed breasts and back again.  Behind him, the video continued,
switching to another scene and some of the supporting characters.

   "How long have you been doing this?" Tracy asked softly.

   Andy snapped back to reality.  His green eyes met her brown ones, and
she saw lust, guilt, and love in them, fighting against one another.  "I. .
.  two years," Andy said.  "I found the first tape on my birthday.  It was.
. .  um. . .  unbelievable." Tears formed in his eyes, and his face
threatened to crumple.  "Oh, God, Mom, I'm so sorry!"

   He threw himself across her chest, sobbing.  Tracy patted his head.  "So
am I, honey," she told him.  "Think of all that time we lost." She cupped
his face with both her hands and raised it.  She pulled his glasses off and
wiped his tears away with a delicate touch.  "There's no need to cry,
sweetie.  You've done nothing wrong.  I'm the one who has failed.  But I'm
going to set things right."

   She gently pushed him away.  The puzzled look on his face was priceless,
but she didn't explain.  Rather, Tracy grabbed the bottom of her shirt and
peeled it over her head, then threw it to the ground.  She shook her hair
out, and smiled at him.  His eyes were huge, locked on her bra-encased
tits. Her smile widened.  She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra.

   "Mom, what are you doing?" Andy asked, breathless.

   Tracy shrugged the shoulder straps of her bra loose, then lightly
gripped the bra cups with her fingertips and eased it away from her
prodigious bosom.  Andy gasped when Tracy's springy, pink nippled breasts
were revealed.  They bounced happily, nipples engorged and swollen, under
his burning gaze.  She tossed the bra on top of the t-shirt.

   "There will be no more jacking off in this house," she told him, her
voice low and husky.  "Not when I'm right here, ready and willing to look
after your needs."

   "Mom," Andy squeaked.  "Are you serious?"

   Tracy reached out, took his hand, and placed it on her left breast.  Her
flesh burned at his touch, and though she let him go, his hand remained. 
Andy's fingers touched her lightly, then traced the curve of her breast and
teased her engorged nipple with his thumb and forefinger.  Tracy shivered
and moaned, a delicious heat emanating from her pussy and expanding
throughout her lower body.  She hissed in pleasure when Andy pinched her
nipple.

   Suddenly, she brushed his hand away.  He looked stricken, until she
commanded, "Strip for mommy." Andy's face contorted into a mask of lust,
but she could see the love shining in his eyes.  The guilt, it seemed, was
gone.  Tracy was almost surprised to feel none of her own.

   Andy jumped to his feet and shucked his clothes in record time.  As he
did, Tracy leaned down and untangled her ankles and feet from her jeans and
panties, kicking them to the floor.  When she turned back to her son, she
gasped in surprise.  A proud column of rockhard manflesh erupted from the
tangled jungle between Andy's thighs.  His cock was massive, nearly as
thick as Tracy's wrist, and long enough that the angry purple head brushed
against his belly button.

   Andy grinned at the expression on his mother's face.  "Does Mommy like
what she sees?" he asked insolently.  He had recovered from his attack of
conscience rather quickly, Tracy noted.

   "I can't believe," she began, reaching out tentatively to touch the
shuddering beast, "that I had a hand in making this beautiful creature."
Both Tracy and Andy jumped as her hand wrapped around his cock.  An
electric surge passed through them both at the touch.  His cock throbbed
hungrily within the slender prison of her fingers.  He was already slick
with precum, and more of it was leaking from his pisshole, dripping down
his length and coating her hand.  Slowly, she stroked him, canting his cock
such a sharp angle away from his belly that he gasped.  The purple knob was
aimed at her now, and his pisshole winked at her.  Tracy licked her lips.

   Andy's insolent grin faded as his mother bent over and gave the tip of
his cock a slow, wet kiss.  Her tongue teased his pisshole and, as her lips
wrapped around him, scraped his sensitive flesh deliciously.  Andy
shuddered, and his hands dropped to his mother's head.  He threaded his
fingers through her hair and brushed it aside so that he could watch as she
devoured him.  Tracy's full lips made a red ring around Andy's cock as she
slowly swallowed him.  Andy's breath hissed from his own lips as his mother
sucked him.  The quiet sounds she made as pulled him deeper into her mouth
drove him crazy, almost as much as the wet heat surrounding his girth or
the way her tongue undulated against the sensitive underside of his cock.

   But his mother suddenly released him, and his throbbing cock, coated in
his mother's saliva and his own juices, bounced against his abdomen.

   "Careful, sweetie," Tracy said, panting heavily.  "As big as you are,
you'll choke me if you hold my head like that.  Put your hands on my
shoulders, if you have to." When he nodded and smiled, she took hold of him
and once more slid her mouth around him.  He groaned happily and placed his
palms gently on her shoulders.

   His grip tightened almost immediately, however, as his mother's nostrils
flared and her head sank towards the base of his cock.  He felt her throat
open up to accept his girth -- and, impossibly, she took the entire length
of his hardened dick into her.  Tracy's cheeks hollowed and she made
swallowing motions with her throat.  Andy let out a low moan and dug his
fingers into his mother's shoulders.  "Mom," he hissed, "you're going to --
"

   She cut him off by releasing him once more, but this time she held the
base between two fingers and lashed his sensitive head with her tongue
while she took deep breaths through her nose.  Andy's cock throbbed with
his heartbeat, and his heart was pounding.  Tracy ran the flat of one
fingernail along the underside of her son's dick, then teased his heavy
balls with the same finger.  She grinned evilly up at him and then suddenly
devoured his cock once more; sliding her mouth down his length in one fell
swoop.

   As soon as his cockhead lodged in her throat once more, Andy cut loose
with a low growl.  His balls tightened and his cock bucked and fired. 
Pearly white cum jetted down Tracy's mouth.  She gurgled, then bobbed her
head back up so that only the first few inches of Andy's cock were trapped
within her mouth.  Still Andy's great cannon fired, spraying jet after jet
of cum into his mother's throat.  She swallowed as quickly as she could,
but her cheeks quickly ballooned, and dribbles of cum slipped from her
lips.

   Tracy released her son's cock, still impossibly hard, from the sweet
prison of her mouth.  She swallowed the cum in her mouth, then used her
fingers to scoop up the dribbles coating her chin and licked her lips.

   Her eyes widened as she regarded his still hard cock, bobbing hungrily
before her face.  "Mmm, I see you're not finished yet.  Neither am I."

   "Mom," Andy said, "I've been jacking off to images of you three times a
day for the last two years." He grinned hugely, and flexed his massive cock
with a twitch of his hips.  "I'm never going to be finished."

   Tracy laughed in delight and fell back against the bed, her heavy
breasts bouncing.  She spread her arms and threw open her legs, flashing
her neatly trimmed pussy at her son.  "See anything you like?" she asked
him.

   Tracy giggled girlishly as he fell upon her with a playful growl. 
Andy's head sandwiched itself between her breasts, and she felt his warm
wet tongue press against her skin.  The hard column between his legs
bounced off her belly, leaving a slick trail of precum there.  Andy's hands
pawed at her tits, teased her nipples and squeezed her resilient flesh. 
His lips found a nipple and she hissed in delight.  He teased the hard
nubbin of flesh with tongue and lips, and nipped delicately with his front
teeth.  When he was satisfied the one nipple was as hard as it would ever
get; he switched to the other and repeated the process.

   Tracy's fingers threaded through Andy's hair and massaged his scalp,
urging him to continue.  Each tug on the tips of her breasts sent an
electric dart of pleasure to the very core of her being.  Her pussy,
soaking wet, clenched and unclenched like a fist, seeking to suck her son's
cock inside.  She wrapped her legs around his waist, but only succeeded in
pressing his dick harder into her stomach.

   Andy peeked up at her from between her tits, grinning, with a devilish
glint in his eyes.  Her skin was slick with his saliva and her sweat, and
her son's cheeks glistened with the same moisture.  Gently, he pressed her
thighs open, loosening her hold around his waist.  Still grinning, he began
to kiss his way down her body, lingering on her rounded belly for a moment.
His chin pressed into her pubic mound.

   "Oh, Andy," she moaned.  "Yes, baby," she urged.

   He grinned again with slightly less insolence and a good deal more joy,
but she could hardly see him.  Her vision was clouded with lust, and as he
bent his head once more and kissed her weeping pussy, she clamped her
thighs against his cheeks and used her hands to push his head harder
against her.  His tongue teased her folds, parting each layer of flesh and
scooping up copious amounts of fluid into his mouth.  Then his tongue was
inside her, and she cried out, unable to hold back.  She loosed his head
and began to play with her tits herself, teasing and pinching her own
nipples, and arched her back, trying to push her pussy harder against
Andy's face.

   Andy had never done anything like this before, had never been with a
woman at all, but he'd certainly seen more than enough porno to know what
to do.  He nibbled and licked and sucked at his mother's pink folds,
reveling in the taste and texture and the explosive moans his every move
elicited from her.  He found the erect nubbin of her clitoris and teased it
with his tongue.  "Oh, God, Andy!  Yes!" his mother screamed, clamping her
thighs tightly around his head.  She pressed her palms against the back of
his head, pushing him deeper into her pussy.

   His mother tasted tart and salty, and he couldn't get enough.  He'd
waited years for this opportunity, and he couldn't get enough of her to
sate himself.  "Oh, God, baby, that's it," his mother moaned, "right there,
honey, don't stop!  Don't ever stop!" She trailed off into a wordless cry
as her pelvis thrust hard against Andy's face and her juices flooded his
mouth.  Her fingers dug into the back of his head and her thighs pressed
even tighter against his ears, dulling the piercing cry she released from
her throat.

   Then her hands and thighs fell away, and she lay gasping beneath him. 
With on last lingering kiss against her weeping pussy, Andy lifted himself
up.  His mother lay in a sweaty heap, her eyes half lidded and a languid
smile gracing her beautiful face.  Andy's heart swelled with pride and
love, and he began to kiss his way back up her body.  He licked drops of
sweat from between her pendulous breasts and tasted her strawberry pink
nipples.

   "Mmmm," Tracy purred.  "That was amazing."

   "Thanks, Mom," Andy said with a grin.

   "No, baby, thank you," she responded.  She stretched beneath him, and he
felt her slim hands wrap around his massive hard-on once again.  "So big,"
she whispered.  Tracy kissed her son, licking her own juices from his chin,
and manipulated his cock expertly.  Andy grunted and pressed his face into
her throat as she pulled his engorged cock towards her pussy.  "It's time
to be inside me," she whispered.

   Andy thrust forward, and the throbbing head of his cock pierced her
labia.  Heat enveloped him and with another groan, Andy drove himself into
his mother's pussy.  Soft and hot and tight, she swallowed him whole, and
in one thrust he was balls deep in his mother's cunt.  They both froze for
a moment, savoring that initial, electric contact, and then Tracy's hips
hitched forward, and Andy responded to her summons.  He began to fuck his
mother, withdrawing and driving into her, picking up the tempo with each
savage thrust.

   Tracy wrapped her legs around Andy's waist.  Her thighs and calves
pressed insistently into his ribs and buttocks, urging him on.  Her heat
enveloped him, her nails dug into his shoulders, and her heaving tits
pressed against his chest.  Even now, after blowing a load in his mother's
mouth and eating her out, he could hardly believe that he was fucking her.
His mother, the goddess, the giver of life and constant temptation.  She of
the long legs and gigantic breasts, the woman who had borne him and raised
him.  The woman who was now initiating him into the secrets of womanhood as
she moaned and writhed beneath him.

   Andy's cock hammered home again and again, driving deeper into his
mother's pussy with each thrust.  She opened up for him, sucking him in,
deeper and deeper.  He felt the head of his cock bump up against something
slightly resilient, and was rewarded with an echoing cry from his mother.
Her body tensed, holding him against her, and the speed of her hips picked
up.  Andy panted and grinned, sweat dripped down his face and splashed
against Tracy's chin and throat, and slammed into his mother again.  Each
time he butted up against that resistance, she cried out.

   Andy shifted a little, cocking his hips against Tracy's pelvis as he
hammered into her.  Her tits bounced against his throat, and he caught one
flailing nipple between his lips and began to suckle.  Tracy's hands left
his shoulders and found his head, threading through his short hair and
kneading the back of his skull.  She moaned and thrashed beneath him,
urging him on with dialogue that could have come from one of her films. 
Which only inflamed him all the more.

   "Yes, yes," she cried, "fuck me with your big cock!  Harder, baby,
harder!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me, please, right there!  Oh, oh, oh my
fucking God, YES!"

   Her voice rose and octave as that slight resistance finally gave way,
and Andy's raging cock pushed through her cervix into her very womb.  The
head of Andy's cock was gripped hard, almost pinched, as her muscles
contracted around him.  Tracy screamed loudly and her body exploded beneath
him as she came thunderously, jamming her tits into his face, thrusting her
pelvis against his, holding his body tight with hands and thighs.  She
called out his name, her voice growing hoarse, as Andy continued to thrust.
"Andy!  Andy!  My baby, Andy!  Oh God, sweetie, fuck me hard!  So good, so
fucking good!"

   Had he breath to speak, Andy would have agreed.  This was more amazing
than he had dreamed, more intense, more pleasurable and intoxicating than
he had hoped.  The room filled with their cries, their combined scents, the
slap of bodies against one another, and the creak of the bed beneath them.
Forgotten, the porno in the vcr droned on, featuring some woman who wasn't
nearly as beautiful as the wailing creature beneath Andy.

   And then he felt it.  His balls contracted like fists, and his thrusting
cock grew harder, swelling another inch inside her.  He felt an electric
charge race up from the base of the cock to the tip, and knew the
inevitable explosion was upon him.  Tracy sensed it too, and a sudden fear
blossomed in the back of her passion addled mind.

   "Don't come in me, baby," she said, "I want to feel you on my skin!"

   Oblivious to the dangers, Andy slammed home one more time, feeling his
climax crest.  But he was an obedient son, and just as the cum began to
surge through his cock, he yanked himself and slapped his cock against his
mother's taut belly.  His cock swelled and spat its precious load, spraying
a long stream of pearly white cum in an arc across his mother's stomach. 
It splattered across the high domes of her breasts, and another stream
followed that one, flying higher and arcing farther, splashing Tracy's
cheek and trailing down along her jawline.  A third blast fired forth,
decorating a line of creamy jizz along Tracy's breastbone.  Feverishly,
Andy lurched upward on the bed, aiming his spraying cock at his mother's
heaving tits.  Cum jetted from him in a wave, frosting each massive breast,
splashing an endless supply of semen on his mother's breasts.  She cooed
and moaned and pressed her tits together with her elbows as rivers of cum
dripped across their majestic expanse.

   Spent finally, Andy manipulated his softening cock, using it to spread
the cum on her breasts.  Tracy cupped her tits and played with the pools of
cum, then brought the semen up to her lips and sucked her fingers dry.  She
shifted on the bed and took her son's cock into her mouth once more to
clean it off, removing the last pearly drops of cum from the head, as well
as the slick traces of her own secretions.

   At last, Andy collapsed in a breathless heap on his bed, beside his
mother.  She turned slightly, one tit pressing against his arm, and nestled
her head against his shoulder.  "That was amazing," she gasped, snuggling
into him.

   Andy put and arm around her and pulled her close.  "Yeah," he agreed.

   "Mmmm," she purred.  "How long have you known?"

   "Two years," he admitted.  "I found the first tape by accident and it
just. . .  awakened something horrible inside me.  I couldn't help myself.
You're just so sexy and beautiful, and, and, uninhibited.  And you were
right here.  So close, and yet so far away."

   She regarded him seriously.  "Well, not anymore.  I'm yours, any time
you want me.  I haven't been fucked like that since. . ." she trailed off
and looked away.  "Since your father," she added finally.  She looked at
him sharply.  "Love makes it different, I think.  All those times I did it
on film, it was okay, but it was always empty.  There was never anything
genuine about it."

   Andy thought for a moment.  "I love you, Mom," he said at last.

   "I know baby," Tracy told her son.  "I love you too."

   Life at the Wilson house changed after that night.  Andy's secret lust
no longer needed to be hidden, and Tracy was more than happy to make her
son's every sexual fantasy a reality.  Andy even went so far as to throw
his porn collection out, but Tracy stopped him.  "Let's keep them around
for a little while," she told him with a twinkle in her eye.  "I like
watching them with you."

   So they did.


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