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 Title: The Red House Ch.01


Summary: Son renews relationship with his imprisoned mother!


Keywords: inc,fic



   I sat in the visitor's center feeling very out of place - concrete walls
with small windows made of thick glass and metal bars giving off poor light
supplemented by harsh fluorescents overhead.  Several children fussed,
squalled or fidgeted around women who were likely their grandmothers or
aunts.  A few other men sat at the small rectangular tables bolted into the
concrete floor.  Male and female guards were at the exit, weapons displayed
prominently, their faces set in a permanent squint as they studied each of
us for trouble.

   By ones and twos, women came in from another door, escorted by female
guards, harsh looking women with butch haircuts or tight buns pulling their
hair taut.  The women they escorted were dressed in shapeless blue khaki
dresses or in blue khaki slacks and blue chambray shirts.  To a woman, they
looked around warily and then upon seeing family, their faces would break
into expressions of love or shame and sometimes both.

   "Visitor for Carleen Howard," called out a woman guard, bringing a woman
through the door.  I stood up, my heart beginning to pound, putting a hand
on the table to steady myself.  The guard pointed to me while the woman she
escorted stared at me a little concerned or confused.  She shook her head
and looked quizzically at the guard who rolled her eyes and said something
that got her moving, walking slowly and cautiously towards me.

   She was dressed in the shapeless dress that most of the women prisoners
seemed to be wearing.  I tried to match her face to the one I held in my
memories, few that they were.  A woman in her mid-forties, dark brown hair
streaked with white, chopped off in a crude pixie cut.  She carried a lot
more weight than I remembered - at least I think she did.  Her face was
fuller and her bosom seemed to swell out and strain against the material of
her dress.  Her ankles were trim however - her calves well muscled as if
she did a lot of exercise.

   She got closer and then her eyes went wide, showing me that they were as
brilliant a blue as I remembered as she suddenly realized who I was.  She
stopped on the other side of the table and in a voice that while harsher
than I recalled, I still recognized, said, "You shouldn't be here, John."
Her eyes, so deeply blue, began to tear up.

   I felt my own eyes begin to sting as I replied, my voice suddenly
hoarse, "Hello, Momma."

   #

   On March 19, 1992, my mother murdered my father, emptying an entire clip
from a police issue Glock automatic pistol into him while he slept on the
couch.  I was four years old and didn't witness it, but she freely
confessed to the police when they came.  I think the shots woke me up and I
remember sitting next to my mother on my bed while she cried, hugging me
tight with one arm while the pistol dangled from her free hand.  I think I
remember vaguely understanding that something had happened to my father,
but not being real upset about it.  He was mean to me and my mother...real
mean.

   My last memory of Momma was of her reaching out to me, sobbing and
screaming my name as a policeman carried me away, trying to shield my view
of a white sheet over the couch, stained a dark shade of red.  Mom's eyes
would have been red from the crying except for the dark bruises that had
both eyes almost swollen shut - bruises that pretty much covered her face.
Her long dark brown hair was falling down into her face, denying me one
last look at her.

   On August 1, 1993, Carleen Howard was sentenced to life in prison for
the murder of her common law husband, Lee Dean Garrett.  Carleen or Carlie
as her friends called her was twenty-one years old.  Her defense lawyer's
efforts for acquittal based on the preponderance of evidence of physical
abuse or to achieve at least a reduction of charges were all in vain.  When
you kill the son of a sheriff in rural Mississippi, you are in for a world
of hurt.

   By then of course, I had become a ward of the state, never knowing that
Sheriff Garrett had decided to sweep clean any connection between his late
son and as he would later put it, "That sorry piece of white trash that
crawled up from the wrong side of the tracks and her misbegotten bastard.

   Before my sixth birthday, I was adopted by an older couple - then almost
fifty themselves, childless since the mid 1980s when their only son had
been killed in the waning days of our peacekeeping efforts in Lebanon. 
Kent and Donna Tucker become my mother and father and took me out of
Mississippi to a small town in Western Illinois where I had about as nice
an upbringing as anyone could ask for.

   They were both wonderful people.  Dad, beneath a gruff and grumpy
exterior was a wonderful father, teaching me by example how to be a good
man.  Mom was a June Cleaver for the modern world - balancing a job as
school teacher with raising a family.  I was loved and I knew it and I
loved them both dearly in return.

   As the years passed, I let my early years fade away, only occasionally
recalling my birth mother - usually picturing her as very pretty and often
sad.  The only memory other than that of her sobbing as she tried to hang
on to me that last moment was of her and me on a picnic.  I remembered my
mother smiling as she spread the blanket on the ground, her deeply tanned
face almost glowing, her eyes a bright shining blue, framed by long
mahogany tresses.  I remember hugs and kisses and her chasing me around
while I laughed until I couldn't catch my breath.  In the end, all I had
was a memory that she loved me.

   When I was fourteen and Dad thought I was old enough to know, he sat me
down and told me the entire story of my real mom and dad.  Lee Dean Garrett
was a violent, hard drinking son of a man who ran his county with an iron
fist.  My grandfather had served as Sheriff of the county for nearly
twenty-five years before my real mother, Carlie Howard emerged from the
swamps of southern Mississippi at age 16, running away from home only to
meet and get knocked up by Lee Dean.

   The Sheriff wouldn't let him marry my mother, but tolerated her
presence, helping his son set her up in a trailer park on the outskirts of
town.  Dad called my birth mother a "round-heels" which he said meant she
was a slut.  Lee Dean was an alcoholic abuser of women and despite the
danger he represented, while he'd wander off for weeks or months at a time,
Carlie would sleep around with other men.

   When Lee Dean would find out, he'd beat my mother.  When my birth mother
was examined at the hospital following the shooting of my father, she had
severe contusions about the face, arms and abdomen, two broken ribs, a
fractured eye socket and a bruised kidney.  Records indicated a total of
nine older fractures from over a five year period.  Not that it mattered.
The son of Sheriff Garrett could have been a serial killer and still his
father would see to it that his killer would spend life in jail.

   I had known vaguely what my mother had done and didn't know how to
really process this information.  I felt some vague guilt over her
situation, but whenever I voiced questions about how she might be now, Dad
was vehement in dropping the subject.  I always felt that his attitude of
"leave the past in the past," bothered Mom.  In the end, I concurred with
Dad and simply pushed the matter of my birth family into a dusty corner of
my mind and went on with my life.

   I went to a university in Ohio, majoring in American Literature and
writing my senior thesis on William Faulkner - perhaps my Mississippi roots
influencing my choice.  As I was considering whether to pursue a teaching
career back in Illinois or to begin work on my masters with an eye towards
an eventual doctorate, my adoptive Mom fell ill.

   Mom's heart was giving out and now into her early seventies, the doctors
were not hopeful.  I returned home, temporarily shelving my future plans to
help Mom and Dad out.  Mom accepted what was coming with her usual grace,
but it was killing Dad.  Already in his late seventies, he seemed to age a
year with each passing week that saw Mom slipping away.

   Just before the end, I was sitting with her, reading her the latest
potboiler by her favorite author - even holding a book was wearying to her.
She stopped me and asked, "John, is your father asleep?" I nodded, knowing
that most days now, he spent most of his time on his favorite sofa, napping
away - sleep his only way to escape the sudden decline of his wife.

   "Son, up in the top of the closet," she raised a finger weakly to point
at the closet across the room.  "Up there, you'll find a red metal box.  Be
a dear and get it down for me."

   I hurried to obey her, reaching up on tiptoe to retrieve what looked
like a small red tackle box.  It was light and if it hadn't made a soft
rustling noise as I brought it down, I would have assumed it was empty.

   I brought it to her, setting it carefully on her lap as she pulled
herself up to a sitting position in her bed.  "What's up, Mom?" I asked, a
bit mystified by the box.

   Mom stroked her fingers slowly over the red metal and sighed before
answering.  "This stays between us, son.  Your father forbad me from doing
something many years ago and well, I went ahead and did it anyway." She
undid the latch and opened the box up.  Inside were many envelopes and what
appeared to be a few greeting cards.

   "You got a boyfriend Dad doesn't know about?" I asked, getting a frown
from Mom in return.

   "No, smart-mouth," Mom replied.  She reached out and took my hand, my
heart aching at how little strength seemed to remain in her withered
fingers.  "John, these are from your mother."

   For a moment, I was confused and it must have shown on my face as Mom
shook her head and clarified, "Your real mother, John.  Carlie Howard."

   I felt dizzy for a moment and managed to stutter, "M-my real m-mom?"

   Mom nodded and said, "We've been corresponding now for about fifteen
years.  Your father forbad it, saying the past is the past and we needed to
give you a complete clean break.  I went ahead and wrote her anyway."

   Her fingers slipped into the mass of paper as if stirring up the past.
"Maybe your father was right, but...mothers know...understand loss in a way
that men folk never will and while I couldn't do anything about Ken...your
older brother, I thought staying in touch with your birth mother might ease
the pain I know she feels everyday you've not been in her life."

   Mom looked up at me with tears in her eyes.  "This is the only thing
I've ever kept from your father, but I sleep better knowing that Carlie
knows you are alive and well and happy." She weakly squeezed my hand.  "A
mother needs to know these things."

   We sat there quietly for several minutes.  I was at a complete loss for
words, unable to identify the emotions Mom's revelations stirred up inside
me.  It was as if a door stood ajar and behind it was something I both
feared and desired to know.  Finally, I asked, "Is...is she okay?  I mean -
she's still in prison, right?  Is she okay?"

   Mom gave a little shrug.  "I think she does the best she can - she was
just a slip of a girl when she went to jail." She caressed the letters
again.  "She's very proud of you.  I sent her pictures of you from time to
time and newspaper clippings when you won the scholarship and when your
baseball team went to the state finals.  I sent her copies of report cards
and some of your stories." Mom looked away from me as if a little
embarrassed at her enthusiasm to share my successes.

   "Mom?" I gave her hand a gentle squeeze.  "Are you okay?"

   Mom turned back and took a deep breath, looking as serious as I'd ever
seen her.  "John, I'm dying.  It won't be long now.  I know this won't be
easy, but you need to reach out to her...your real mom."

   My stomach did a flip.  "I don't know...you're my mom!  I don't even
know her!" I started to get up, but Mom took a firmer grip on my hand - far
firmer than I would have thought possible and I stayed in place.

   "Honey, I know this is hard to hear, but you need to listen.  I'll be
gone soon and I don't think Kent will be far behind me." Again, my heart
gave a lurch and though I wanted to get up and run, my legs wouldn't
cooperate.  "John, we'll soon be gone and your mother is all the family you
have left!"

   Mom gave a little sob and then a wheeze while her face began to turn
red. As she began to cough, I hovered around her, almost ready to panic and
call 911.  Slowly, Mom recovered and then she reached out and took my hand
again.  "John, you've been a good son and we raised you right.  Your mother
has no one...no one!  Please promise, John, you won't let her be all alone
in that awful place with no one caring if she lives or dies!" Mom pulled me
close, her skin now going a deathly pale.  "Promise me!"

   Tears were flowing down both our faces as I nodded and said in a halting
voice.  "I promise you, Mom!"

   Two weeks later, Mom passed away, her weak heart slowing down until it
simply stopped.  I lost Dad five months later.  He became a virtual ghost,
withering away day by day after we buried Mom.  A week after he passed, the
family lawyer broke down my inheritance - not a fortune, but enough to make
life comfortable for a while and when I got home, a letter of acceptance
from the University of Mississippi graduate school and an offer to be a
graduate assistant in their literature program beginning in January of the
New Year was in the mailbox.  I would be able to pursue my masters and
teach at the same time.

   As I stood on the front porch of my childhood home, acceptance letter in
hand, I leaned out and looked up into the clear blue sky and said, "You
don't have to hint, Mom.  I'll keep my promise!"

   #

   My birth mother and I stood there for a couple of minutes, just staring
at each other, sizing each other up and not knowing what to say.  Her
escort gave us the evil eye until we both sat down, still unable to say
anything of consequence.

   Finally, I broke the silence.  "How are you, Momma?" It struck me funny
that from the moment I recognized her that it suddenly popped into my head
that I'd called her Momma when I was real little instead of Mom or Mommy.

   Momma kind of winced when I called her that and replied, "Reckon I'm all
right." Her accent was pure southern redneck and I found it kind of
charming.  "You look like your daddy."

   I didn't know what to say to that.  Certainly, like all adopted kids, I
had wondered from time to time, but had simply put aside wondering who I
had inherited my unruly shock of sandy hair or my pug nose from.  Try as I
might, any images of my real father had faded quickly from my mind.

   Momma looked at me and then tears were in her eyes and she said,
"Donna's dead, ain't she?"

   "Yeah.  She...Mom died about six months ago."

   "I knowed it.  She aint never went this long without writing me.  She
was a good woman." Momma looked me up and down with a stare that had me
squirming uncomfortably.  "She raised you right for sure.  You gonna keep
going to school?"

   I nodded and then said, "Yes, Momma.  I'm going to be going to the
University of Mississippi and working on my master's degree."

   Momma grinned then and I saw for the first time more than a glimmer of
the woman I'd known so long ago.  "Shiiiit.  Imagine that.  Ain't no-one in
our family ever got past eighth grade excepting me and I bailed out when I
was fifteen.  My son's a college graduate."

   There was both pride and amusement in her voice and I felt both pleased
and a little annoyed without knowing why.

   "Yeah, well - since I'll be nearby, I thought maybe I could visit you
and maybe we can get to know each other again."

   Momma's face got a funny look on it and she looked down at the table as
she said, "I 'preciate that, John, but you'd best just forget about me and
get on with your life."

   I wasn't expecting that response and couldn't hide the hurt in my voice
as I responded with, "Why?"

   Momma raised her head and looked at me like I was a fool and then waved
her arms around.  "Boy, I'm in prison.  For life!  Y'all don't need a
jailbird for a momma hanging around your neck, dragging you down.  You got
a education so use it.  Get the hell out of Mississippi and have a fucking
life, goddammit!" Her voice rose until she was almost yelling, causing the
guards to look our way, frowning.

   I was more than a bit thunderstruck.  I guess I had figured we would
have some sort of tearful, happy reunion and that she might actually be
glad to see me.  Part of me just wanted to get up and run out of there, but
part of me wanted something more.

   "Momma, we're all each other have left.  Mom and Da - my adoptive
parents are gone and you're the only family I have.  Like it or not, you're
stuck with me.  I remember loving you and missing you from when I was
little and now seeing you again, I know I never stopped loving you."

   Momma's mouth worked for a while, but nothing happened.  Tears trailed
down her face while she pulled herself together.  Finally, she shook her
head and said, her voice still too loud, "You think this can do any of us
any good?  Getting to spend a hour with you every month?"

   "Girl, beats hell out of just another hour inside this place looking at
a bunch a angry bitches, don't it?" We both turned to see a small,
stringy-haired blonde with blue tattoos running up and down her arms at the
next table, a young boy squirming in her lap with a much older version of
the woman sitting across from her.  "Least you get to sit a spell with a
good looking stud instead of fighting off some fuckin carpet eating butch
dyke, Carlie!"

   I just stared at the woman - realizing how out of place I felt.  I
thought I knew what she was talking about and damned if it didn't trigger a
little tingle in my crotch, making my cock twitch.

   Momma stared hard at the other woman for a moment.  Then she grinned and
glancing back at me for a second, replied, "He is good looking, aint he?"
She turned and the smile faded.  "I've been here a long time, John.  I aint
got not clue how to be a momma anymore." She leaned in and for some reason
I noticed how her large bosom, straining against the khaki fabric seem to
flow and rest on top of the table.  She reached out slowly with her right
hand and placed it atop mine.  "But I never stopped loving you...son." She
said the word awkwardly as if she hadn't said it in a very long time.

   For some reason that seemed to break the ice and we talked - mostly me
asking questions about her - our family, with her being evasive with lots
of awkward pauses as we both tried to get used to the other.  Eventually,
an announcement was made by the guards that five minutes remained for
visitation and we both fell silent again.  As our first visit ended, we
both stood up and looked at each other uncomfortably.

   "Um...are we allowed to hug?" I asked, glancing around and seeing other
inmates getting hugs and kisses from spouses and parents and children.

   Momma looked around and then shrugged her shoulders and said, "I reckon
so.  Ain't like I've had much visitors over the years." She stepped up to
me and both of us awkwardly and hesitatingly, put our arms around each
other - Momma's arms going around my neck.  I could feel the tension in her
and then with a quick intake of breath, she pulled me to her, hugging me
tightly.

   I wasn't prepared for how she felt - warm and fleshy - the thin khaki
dress doing nothing to hide the fact that she was very well...developed. 
My body reacted instinctively as I felt her hot breath against my neck and
her breasts pressing and pillowing out against my chest.  I felt my cock
jerk and then begin to grow.  By the time we broke the embrace, I could
feel my face flaming with embarrassment.  To my surprise, Momma's face was
red too.

   We stepped apart and Momma grinned and shook her head.  "Wheeeoow.  Been
a long time since I hugged a man!" We both grinned at each other and then
the guards called for the prisoners to vacate the room.

   Momma started to move towards the prisoner exit, but turned around with
a big grin on her face and said, "I can't get over how much you look like
your daddy." She winked and said, "Bet all you have to do is give the girls
a smile and they spread their legs for you just like they did for your
daddy!"

   She and the blonde haired woman with the tats both guffawed at that as
they walked away while I stood there, my face burning and my penis almost
fully erect.  After being raised by Mom and Dad - very proper and religious
people, it suddenly hit me that Momma was from a completely different
world. Echoes of Dad talking about Momma as a roundheels and a slut,
combined with the easy and loose way Momma talked around me, her words
peppered with swear words and sexual innuendo made me realize that Momma
was different from anyone I had ever met before.

   On slightly shaky legs, I headed for the exit, my mind going in ten
different directions at once.  Once I was in the parking lot, I was shocked
to feel tears running down my face and when I looked into the rear-view
mirror, I was further surprised to see a goofy grin on my face.  It
suddenly occurred to me that much of what I'd said inside was true.  In the
craziness of the last year, I guess I had inured myself against the pain of
truly being alone - of having no family left, but now that had all changed.
My mother was alive, imprisoned true, but alive and we'd made a connection.

   On my drive back to the university, I replayed our visit in my head a
dozen times and was shocked to discover a new and more disturbing truth, I
was a bit aroused - my cock half erect in my jeans.  I tried to reconcile
that with what had happened.  Was it the casual way Momma and that woman
had been talking or was it Momma herself.  She was so unlike anyone I'd
ever met...or could remember.  Growing up in small town Illinois hadn't
prepared me for that - neither had attending college.  My taste in girls
had run towards preppy, blonde, athletic types, but now I was aroused by
what had to be their complete opposite.  I didn't know whether to be amused
or disgusted with myself.

   In the end, it didn't matter.  School was beginning and my studies and
my job as a grad-assistant devoured almost all of my time.  Only late in
the evening as I struggled to fall asleep could I afford to think of Momma
and my dreams were I think filled with scarcely remembered thoughts of
Momma - mostly replays of that childhood picnic and Momma chasing me and
making me laugh as she tickled and kissed me...only in the dreams the
kisses seemed to do more than just tickle me.  Despite the demands on my
time, I kept an eye on the calendar, anxiously awaiting the next visitors'
day.

   When the day came, I could hardly wait, scarcely able to drive the speed
limit to the women's prison and then almost dancing as I went through the
security protocols and waiting impatiently before the female guards began
leading the prisoners in.  I stood up and scanned the line of women
anxiously and almost missed momma - her appearance catching me off guard.

   My eyes widened in surprise as she walked slowly towards me.  She gazed
at me warily, her eyes ducking down as if afraid of what I'd say.  Eyes
downcast as she reached the table, she said softly, "Hey, son."

   "Momma...um, hi!" I couldn't take my eyes off her.  "Wow, Momma - you
look great!" And she did.  She was the same woman that I'd talked to a
month ago, but had changed so much.  Momma had trimmed her hair - wearing
it real short - very much like how that actress Audrey Hepburn used to wear
it and she'd acquired some make up - not much, but a little blush and
lipstick.  She'd also done something with her blue khaki prison dress,
taking it in and making it more form-fitting so that it accentuated her
lush figure.  No longer was it buttoned up to the neck, but was now opened
until it more than hinted at the great swell of her breasts.  The hemline
had been raised too - now resembling a modest woman's skirt than a prison
garment.  It more than proved that while she was a full figured woman, she
had a great looking pair of legs.

   Momma blushed deeply all the way to her roots and gave me a timid
glance, her eyes full of appreciation and yet doubting the truth.  "Aw, you
aint meaning that, John," she muttered softly, her voice echoing the doubt
in her expression.

   I reached out and took her hands in mine.  "Oh yes, I do, Momma.  You
look beautiful!" I squeezed them for emphasis, getting her to glance up
again and then holding her gaze.  "You're beautiful, Momma!"

   She let out a nervous laugh and then one that sounded like she was close
to tears.  She moved to sit down across from me and I did the same, never
letting go of her hands.  "Been a long time since I heard that," Mom
whispered.  "Thank you." She pulled one of my hands to her mouth and gently
kissed my fingers.  That sent a thrill racing through me and I became
suddenly aware that I had a boner bulging in my jeans.

   For a few minutes we sat there silently, just looking into each other's
eyes - trying not to appear embarrassed to each other.  Then from an
adjoining table, I heard, "Your mother's a hottie, ain't she?" I slowly
heard the words penetrate and finally broke away from looking at Momma to
see that same tattooed blonde woman from my last visit gazing at us, her
little boy bouncing happily on her leg.

   I slowly nodded and looked back at Momma, squeezing her hands in mine.
"Yes, she is," seeing Momma's eyes glow in appreciation.

   "I'll tell you right now - ol' Carlie's dance card be filled every night
if'n she's willing," the blonde said, her voice full of something I quickly
recognized as lust.  "I might come calling myself." She gave us both a
lascivious wink.

   "Lord God, Ettie, shut your mouth!" Momma said, her face growing even
redder than it had been, but a bit of laughter in her voice.  "This is my
son you're saying this to!"

   The blonde woman nodded and said, "I know, but he's a man and he knows a
sexy piece of ass when he sees it!"

   Momma let go of my hands and hid her face in her palms.  She peered out
at me between her fingers, her blue eyes brilliant and lovely.  "Sorry - I
told y'all I don't know how to be a mother anymore - we can't help talking
like this."

   I shrugged and felt myself blushing as I replied, "I'm fine, Momma and
she's right.  I recognize a sexy woman when I see her even if she is my
mother." I reached out and took her hands in mine again, pausing for a
second before bringing one of her hands to my lips and giving it a gentle
kiss.  "I appreciate the effort."

   Momma's face lit up and her lower lip trembled and I thought I was going
to make her cry, but she managed to keep it together.  I tried to lighten
things up and asked in a joking tone, "So, is what...um, Ettie said true?
You have a lot of um...dates?"

   Momma ducked her head again, embarrassed and then laughed and looked up
at me, a look of defiance on her face.  "Well - a woman gets lonely in here
with no menfolk except a few asshole screws and so yeah, sometimes me and
another gal will get together.  Feeling good comes hard in here so you got
to grab it when you can."

   It was my turn to feel embarrassed at having put her on the spot. 
"Sorry, Momma.  I'm cool with it.  I'm...I guess I never thought about my
mother and another woman...um." I shut up before I managed to get my foot
any deeper in my mouth.  Mortified as I was, I was also feeling aroused, my
cock now completely erect and pulsing as my mind ran a pornographic show of
Momma and that woman, Ettie together, kissing and touching."

   "Lordy, I should hope not," Momma said, laughing again.  "You think that
about your momma and Lord knows what you'll be thinking next!" It was my
turn to blush deeply, my skin burning and Momma laughed and playfully
slapped my hand and said, "Shame on you, son!"

   Then we were both laughing - unable to stop until we were attracting the
attention of the guards, one of which slowly wandered our way - a slender,
hard faced African-American woman who sidled up alongside Momma and said,
"They a problem here, Carlie?"

   Momma sobered up quickly and shook her head.  "No, ma'am.  Just getting
to know my boy here is all.  We aint seen each other in 'bout twenty
years."

   The guard looked at us and slowly nodded, but there was doubt in her
voice as she said, "Uh-huh.  Let's be settling down here.  We clear,
Carlie?"

   Momma looked down at the table as she said in a low voice.  "Yes,
ma'am." The guard nodded again and gave me a smile before strolling away.

   I felt awful for maybe getting Momma in trouble and told her so.  Momma
glanced back at the guard's receding back and then looking at me, rolled
her eyes.  "Oh don't you worry about me and Tisha.  She won't be any
problem I can't work out.  We'll just have ourselves a date - ain't like it
would be the first time." She grinned at me and then wiggled her eyebrows
and stuck her tongue out and waggled it suggestively for a few seconds. 
She laughed once out loud and then put her hand over her mouth as I sat
there and stared at her, shocked by my mother's tawdry manner.  My
erection, which had wilted some upon the approach of the guard, sprang back
with a vengeance.

   Thank goodness, things settled down for the rest of our visit as I
brought her up to date on school and she told me a little more about our
family.  My erection eased off, but never completely as while I listened to
Momma talking, my eyes were constantly going back and forth between her
lovely face and those barely visible, yet clearly immense breasts.

   Finally, the guards called time and we both got up to say goodbye.  This
time, there was no hesitation by either of us in coming together in an
embrace and we wrapped our arms around each other in a long and loving hug,
Momma's body settling up against mine.  She felt good - good in an arousing
sort of way so that I was again standing a bit awkwardly as she let me go.
She stood in front of me for a long second and then smiled and as she had
done the first time, said, "Damn, but you're good looking, son." Then she
stood up on tip-toe and leaning in - her heavy bosom mashing against my
chest, kissed me on the corner of my mouth before turning away and heading
to join the other women prisoners.

   I scarcely remembered the drive back to school this time - my mind
reeling with the day's conversation and the absolutely obscene images
racing through my mind.  Late that night I struggled to fall asleep -
unable to keep Momma's face out of my mind or images of her lying and
making love with both the woman prisoner, Ettie and that guard, Tisha. 
Finally, I reached down and began to masturbate, turning those images loose
with a will.  I saw Momma's head bobbing up and down between a pair of
slender, dark skinned thighs while a blonde haired woman knelt behind Momma
spreading my mother's voluptuous ass cheeks and took long, loving licks.  I
gave a great moan and began to cum in violent bursts of hot sperm as I
pictured Momma's head rising up, her face slick with another woman's
juices.

   Gasping for air, I finally found a measure of peace - knowing even as I
finally drifted into sleep that I'd crossed a line from which there was no
return.  Cumming while fantasizing about my mother became a regular thing.
My studies and work commitment left me little time for dating anyway, but
suddenly, all those sweet young gals seemed less alluring - my thoughts and
desires now focused on Momma - thick-bodied and heavy breasted as my ideal
woman.

   And so things went for the next few months.  I threw myself headlong
into my studies - the better to keep myself from obsessively fantasizing
about Momma, but yielding to my lust late at night or on the few rare days
I had free.  I made sure I was on time each visitor's day so as to not
waste a moment that I could spend with Momma.

   Each time it seemed she appeared more beautiful than before.  She
preened proudly before me as I would tell her how lovely she was - never
failing to flirt a little bit and let her know that she was indeed sexy as
could be.  In one hour increments, we slowly learned more about each other.
Momma could be brutally honest about herself - not showing a bit of shame
at her "Round-heel" days.  "I liked sex from the beginning and I never
could figure out why some folks were so fucking hell bent to shame you for
liking something that felt so good!"

   Momma had been explaining about what had led to my father beating her so
badly.  "I'd try and behave and wait for him, but a young girl's got urges
just like anyone.  You got them urges too, dontcha?" Momma said, grinning
at me.  I felt my skin burning and just grinned back.

   "Sure you do, ain't natural not to," Momma answered for me.  "I'd try
and wait for your daddy, but I'd get this fire between my legs and off I'd
go and let me tell you, I was a sexy thing back in those days.  Long legs
and big, perky boobs and boys' be drooling all over me." Momma looked at me
playfully and said, "I bet I could still make a cock or two stand up, what
do you think?"

   I was already hard from hearing Momma talk about her sluttish youth and
despite blushing yet again, grinned evilly back at her and said, "I know
you can, Momma," I replied, scarcely believing that I'd said that.  It
seemed that with each visit, I was getting used to Momma's frank talk and
was even getting brave enough to match Momma's raunchy banter with my own.

   The weather changed from rainy and cool to suddenly hot and dry as we
got into the month of May and the prison opened up its outdoor visitor's
area.  With the cold, gray brick prison towering over us, visitors were
ushered into a small fenced-in area of grass and dirt, with several picnic
tables and benches scattered about.  After a wait that seemed to take
forever, Momma came strolling out with the other female convicts and as she
always seemed to do - she made my heart began to beat faster and my cock
begin to swell in my jeans.

   Momma was wearing blue khaki pants that seemed to almost be painted on
and she was wearing a chambray shirt with the shirt-tail tied up into a
knot just below her breasts.  It emphasized the shape and heft of her
breasts as never before and although I could see a bit more cleavage - I
was denied more than a hint of her fleshy tits.  In the outside world, I'm
sure Momma's appearance wouldn't have met approval by most.  Most folk
wouldn't consider her figure ideal for wearing a top like that - Momma's
stomach while not fat was still a bit fleshy - a bit of a roll topping over
her jeans, but I found her round belly arousing and knew that my fantasies
tonight would include kissing my way around Momma's full stomach before
ripping her blouse off and kissing and licking my way all over her huge
breasts.

   We sat side by side atop a picnic table, holding hands as we chatted
away - some of our conversation benign and some of it mild flirting.  Momma
often would glance away, taking in the outdoor view, savoring it as one
might savor a delicious meal.  Her expression would change to one of great
yearning and a part of me ached as I understood how part of her desired so
much to leave that ugly, gray prison behind.

   Once as her attention was so diverted, I had my own attention drawn by
movement a short ways away from the visitor's yard.  A guard was walking
Ettie down through a gate to a region enclosed with two sets of razor wire.
Inside were three small red houses - cottages I guess.  At the doorway of
one of the red houses, Ettie's little boy was jumping up and down in
excitement, his grandmother barely able to hold on to him until his mother
reached them.  Ettie went inside and the guard who I recognized as Tisha
slowly strolled back up to the Prison itself.

   "Momma?" I said.  "What's up with that?" I pointed down at the red
houses.

   Momma snapped out of her reverie and squinted where I was pointing.  She
laughed and said, "Oh, them's the Red Houses." When I shrugged my
shoulders, she leaned into me, her heavy bosom slapping into my arm.  "You
know - for those conjugal visits.  A gal can visit with her man for a day
or two or get to spend real time with her family.  Did you see Ettie going
in?"

   I nodded and Momma continued.  "It's a reward for good behavior and
sometimes to help folks get reacquainted before they gets paroled.  Ettie's
coming up to get out pretty soon."

   "You ever gone to the um, Red Houses, Momma?" I asked.

   Momma shook her head and sighed.  "Nope.  Aint never had anyone to go
visit with."

   I felt my heart begin to beat rapidly as a thought leaped into my head.
"Well, you've got me now.  You think we could get a weekend in the Red
House?"

   Momma laughed and said, "I swear, son, for a college boy, you come up
with some of the silliest things.  She pointed down at the house for
emphasis as she said, "John, that's where a gal and her husband go to fuck
up a storm for a night or two...or some young gal goes to be with her
family so's her babies don't forget her."

   "I get that, Momma, but you said it was also for families to spend time
together.  You and I are family...all the family each of us has left.  And
don't you come up for parole soon?"

   Momma grimaced and shook her head.  "That ain't never gonna happen. 
Your granddaddy will see to that.  Ol' Tisha told me the last two times I
was up for parole, he'd already told them what to vote." She sighed and
then in a softer, wearier voice added, "That wrinkled old cocksucker."

   I slipped an arm around my mother and pulled her to me.  "Well, maybe
so, but maybe not - you've got family now.  I think you should do it."

   Momma turned and looked at me.  "Do what?"

   I nodded towards the red houses.  "Apply for a conjugal visit."

   Momma rolled her eyes and elbowed me in the ribs.  "Shit, boy.  Aint no
one gonna let me spend a weekend with my grown-up son in the Red House. 
Tisha'd laugh her ass off if I was to ask her."

   I gave Momma a funny look.  "That guard, Tisha...she's in charge of
that?"

   Momma shrugged her shoulders.  "Not exactly - she is the head bull here,
but I reckon they's a bunch who have a say - prison doctor and the chaplain
and Warden Smithers.  They mostly ask Tisha if a person deserves it and do
what she tells them is best."

   I hugged Momma again and said, "So apply - what's the worst they could
say, 'No?' I'd love to spend a couple of days with you instead of just an
hour each month." I winked at Momma and added.  "Wouldn't you like to have
a day or two where it's just you and me?  Think of all the fun we could
have!" I felt my face redden a bit as that came out sounding more flirty
than I'd meant it.

   A funny look passed over Momma's face and her mouth quivered into
something of a grin.  In a suddenly hoarse voice, my mother said, "I'd like
that.  I'd like that a lot, son."

   Momma moved a little closer, snuggling into my arm and leaned her head
against my chest and for the rest of the visit, we didn't say much to each
other, but we were very much aware of each other.  As the guards called
time and Momma and I stood up to say goodbye, she looked up into my eyes
with a look of such yearning that it nearly broke my heart.  She leaned
into me, her breasts mashing against my chest and planted a chaste, yet
extremely erotic kiss square on my lips.  Finally, before turning away, she
said in a soft voice, "I'll do it, son."

   Long after our visit was over, I sat in my car in the parking lot,
thinking of what had just happened.  Nothing had been plainly said, but I
think that we had both been thinking the same thing and for the first time,
I truly considered whether or not the fantasies that so greatly occupied my
spare moments were not shared by my mother.  I wasn't sure whether to laugh
or cry and in the end, I tried to laugh it off as me projecting my
fantasies on the situation.

   During the next month's visit, I asked Momma if she'd applied for the
conjugal visit and she shrugged and said, "I did - Tisha helped me with the
papers, but I reckon nothings gonna come from it" Momma acted a bit more
subdued this visit, despite wearing that tied up shirt again, another
button undone to reveal a good bit more of her massive breasts.  She'd had
the sleeves cut off, revealing her bare, ivory-skinned shoulders and looked
even more desirable than ever.  I felt a little bad once I'd thought about
it - considering for the first time that maybe dangling a bit of hope in
front of a desperate person and the hope never being realized, might be
crueler than never having the hope at all.

   Then to my amazement, two weeks before my July visit, I received a phone
call from the prison.  When I picked up the receiver, I heard, "John
Henderson?  This is LaTisha Wilkins with the Mississippi Penal System."

   "Uh, yes, ma'am.  What can I do for you?"

   "I'm calling to inform you that Carleen Howard has been approved for a
conjugal visit two weeks from this Friday, beginning at 4:00 P.M.  and
ending at 12:00 P.M.  Sunday.  You are listed as her visitor."

   I felt my stomach do a flip and wave of dizzying excitement swept over
me.  "That's...that's wonderful.  Is there anything I need to do or provide
in advance?" My heart was beating a mile a minute and I was suddenly aware
I had an immense erection.

   "Yes, Mr.  Henderson, that's my main purpose in calling you." Tisha
proceeded to inform me of the rules surrounding our visit - surprising me
with some things I'd never considered like that I could bring groceries in
that there were kitchen facilities, but no booze or other contraband.  I
could even bring non-prison issue clothing for Mom to wear.  There was a
radio, but no television.  To be honest, I scarcely recall most of what she
said - just the fact that Momma and I would be together and alone was all
that mattered.

   The next two weeks literally crawled by, allowing me to alternate
between massive fantasies of Momma and me making love and moments of doubt
- wondering if all I was doing was creating this "thing" between Momma and
me out of thin air.  Finally, the big day arrived.  I was there early and
tried not to show how eager I was while prison guards went through the
groceries and presents I'd brought for Momma.  The Red House itself wasn't
much as I discovered upon my arrival.  It was mostly one big room sectioned
off into a living room, bed space and a small kitchenette, with a small
bathroom, complete with an ancient claw footed bathtub.

   I paced around the place impatiently, resisting the urge to stand at the
door like a lonely puppy waiting for its master to come home.  I was at the
kitchen sink, drinking a glass of tepid water, when I heard the screen door
open and in stepped the black guard, Tisha and my mother.  Momma looked as
she always did, appearing a little thinner than last time, despite the
obvious care that had been taken to make her prison khaki dress more
fitting.  She flashed me a happy and nervous grin as her eyes took in the
first new place she had seen in many years...a lot more space than in her
cell.

   Tisha nodded at me and then turned to Momma.  "Alright, you two are on
your own from now, till noon Sunday.  I'll be back for night check at 8:00
p.m.  sharp and they'll be checks at 8:00 tomorrow morning and evening. 
You be at the door, Carlie or it's your ass."

   Momma nodded and replied softly, "Yes, ma'am."

   Tisha looked at me again and smirked a little.  "Well, y'all enjoy
yourselves." She offered Momma another smirk and turned and left, shutting
the door behind her and then locking it.

   Momma and I stood maybe ten feet from each other in utter silence for
several seconds, staring at each other.  Slowly a big grin broke out on
Momma's face and she let out a whoop and spun around, the hem of her dress
lifting slightly, allowing me to observe that her thighs were as shapely
and toned as her legs.  "Goddamn, it's been a long time since I was
anywhere without a guard standing right on top of me!"

   Momma literally ran into my arms, her voluptuous body pressing into mine
as she hugged me tightly.  The hug went on and on as we rocked together,
Momma whispering, "Thank you, thank you," over and over again.  When she
finally let me go, her face was shiny with tears and she said, hoarsely,
"Thank you, John for not giving up on me - not letting me be alone all the
rest of my life."

   I reached out and stroked Mom's cheek, wiping away tears as I replied,
"You'll never be alone, Momma.  We're family and I love you."

   Momma sniffled and then stepped into my arms again and gave me a soft
kiss on the corner of my mouth.  "I love you too, honey," she said softly
before pressing herself against me again in an embrace that had the blood
roaring in my veins and my cock throbbing with need.  Finally, Momma
stepped back - her face and upper chest flushed and she grinned at me
guiltily and said, "Well, why don't you show your momma her home away from
home.

   We did, starting with the little kitchenette.  Momma slipped her arm
through mine and we stood and stared at the food in the refrigerator -
steaks and pork chops, fresh veggies and fruit, soda pop and Rocky Road ice
cream and all the fixings for a hearty country breakfast - Momma having
expressed a wish to fix her son an old fashion breakfast, "If I ain't
forgot nothing about cooking," Mom had said.

   From there, we walked over to the single full sized bed, ignoring for
the moment the fact that there was only the one bed.  Momma gasped and
hurried to the clothes I'd laid out.  There was a pretty summer dress with
a flower pattern against an off white background and Momma cooed her
approval and when I expressed concerns over whether or not I guessed her
size right, said, "Don't you worry your head none - I'll find a way to
squeeze into it!" She examined every piece closely, from T-shirts to bras
and panties, holding up a pair of lacy, black French-cut bikini panties
with a matching bra and tossing me an amused look.

   Finally, she peeked into the bathroom and gave an almost orgasmic moan,
moving quickly inside and coming to her knees in front of the old
claw-footed tub.  "Oh my sweet Jesus!" Mom sighed.  "I reckon I'd forgotten
about bathtubs...it's been so fucking long." Mom looked up at me, her face
a study in conflicted emotions.  "I know we're supposed to spend all this
time together, but Lord, John - I'd really like a bath.  You mind?"

   I laughed and said, "Not at all, Momma - in fact..." I turned and went
back to the kitchen and fumbled through a plastic bag of toiletries.  I
went back into the bathroom to find Momma already running water, sitting
along the rim of the tub with a look of bliss on her face unlike anything
I've seen on a woman's face before.  "Would you like some bubble bath to go
with it?" I asked, holding up a bottle of scented bath solution..

   Momma's eyes widened and she leapt up, wrapping me in her arms and
hugging me again.  "Oh, John!" she said, her voice quivering on the edge of
crying.  "If you weren't my son, I'd..." She paused in mid sentence, her
face reddening again as we both looked at each other as we both finished
the sentence in our heads.  "I love you, son!" Momma finally finished.  "I
aint going to take a long bath, I promise." She gave me another chaste kiss
on the mouth, her lips lingering just long enough to make me feel like more
than just her son and then, trying to conceal my burgeoning erection, I
turned and let her have some privacy.

   I stood around, not sure what to do with myself as I listened to Momma
run her bath and then give a lusty moan as she slipped into the tub. 
Between imagining Momma's naked body in a tub of suds and hearing her sighs
of pleasure, I was struggling to not cum in my pants...my cock throbbing
with need.  Long minutes passed as I leafed through some old news magazines
- a shiver running through me whenever I heard Mom moan with contentment or
heard fresh hot water being run.

   Finally, Momma called out, "Honey, we ain't got any shampoo, do we?"

   I was off the couch in the blink of an eye and as I rummaged through the
bag of toiletries, hollered back, "Sure do, Momma!"

   Amidst splashing noises, Momma replied, "You bring it to me?"

   I suddenly felt light-headed and more than a little nervous as I
approached the door.  "You decent, Momma?" I asked hoarsely.

   Momma laughed and said, "Hell, no, but I'm covered up.  Come on in. 
son."

   I opened the door and felt my cock swell as my eyes settled on Momma in
the bathtub.  She was mostly covered up by thick soap suds, one leg rising
up and resting on the rim, thigh full, but firm.  The upper portions of her
breasts rose above the soap bubbles, moving slightly as Momma breathed. 
Momma's upper chest and neck and shoulders were exposed, glistening with
soap and water and were arousing in themselves.  I slowly walked towards
Momma, trying to not openly stare.  Momma grinned at me, I think taking
delight in my obvious discomfort.  "Reckon, I'll try and give this ragged
mop of mine a wash," she said holding out an arm for the shampoo.

   Now, why I did what I did next, I'll never know.  "Momma, would you like
me to wash your hair?"

   Momma's eyes widened in surprise at my suggestion and her grin turned a
little odd as she licked her lips and slowly nodded.  "I'd sure like that,
John," she said softly.  I walked around the tub so I was behind her and
before kneeling, paused to enjoy the spectacular view of her breasts and
cleavage from above.

   As I went to my knees, Momma said, "Here, let me get my hair wet for
you," and without warning, she let herself slide down, dunking her head
below the water line.  In doing so, she inadvertently flung her upper body
up out of the water and her massive and beautiful breasts burst free from
the water, revealing their heft and her huge, erect nipples, the size of
quarters.  She flexed again, resurfacing, but as she emerged, using her
legs to push her back up, I caught a momentary glimpse of thick hair
between her legs.

   I knelt there in stunned silence for a moment until Mom turned back,
water dripping down her face, her short, black hair wet and slicked against
her head.  She looked at me, a vague look of concern on her face and asked,
"Son, you okay?  You want I should do this myself?"

   It took a moment for me to answer, but finally, I slowly shook my head
and said, "I'm fine, Momma." I poured shampoo into my palm and then with my
hands only trembling a little bit, reached up and worked the soap into
Momma's hair.

   Momma sighed happily, sinking a little lower into the tub as I worked my
hands through her short, dark hair and massaged her scalp.  I could feel my
cock drooling precum into my shorts and I had to physically concentrate on
not having an orgasm as I slowly washed Momma's hair.  I'd never done that
for a woman before and was amazed at the sense of intimacy that it created.
My fingers slick with soap and shampoo worked Mom's hair caressing and
rubbing and stroking in such a way that it did feel sort of like I was
making love to Momma.

   I worked a thick coat of soapy lather up around Momma's skull, letting
my hands slide through her short locks.  I massaged behind Momma's ears and
then down in front of them, gently caressing her cheeks.  Momma sighed
happily and in a voice that was scarcely a whisper, "Lordy, that feels
soooo damn good." I worked my way up to her hair again and then came back
down, my palms massaging her cheeks.  A delicious shiver coursed through me
as Momma leaned her cheek into my right hand, nuzzling it with her lips as
she continued to sigh with pleasure.

   Unbidden, I worked my hands down to rub her neck and then her shoulders.
Momma mewled with delight as I kneaded her tense muscles, rising up a bit,
her breasts threatening to break above the surface.  I held my breath as I
watched Momma scissor her legs as she squirmed to get more comfortable. 
Growing more daring, I ran my fingers across Momma's upper chest, barely
avoiding her now heaving globes of tit flesh before finally working my way
back up, pausing to massage shoulders, neck and cheeks before working my
fingers through her soapy slick tresses.

   I stood up and found a large bowl and with Momma watching my every move,
I filled it up with hot water from the tap scant inches from her foot. 
Cupping my hand, I began to rinse Momma's hair clean, still massaging her
scalp as I went - enhancing that feeling of intimate contact we were
sharing.  Long after Momma's hair was rinsed clean of soap, I continued

   I felt Momma's body tremble for long seconds, before she finally sighed
and said, "Goddamn, John.  That was wonderful!" Momma raised her arms up
and stretched like a big cat, giving me another peek at her lovely body as
huge breasts, capped by fully erect, thick, round nipples and a wet, thick
pack of pubic hair emerged from the wispy suds in the bathtub.  Momma
realized quickly what she had done and with a giggle, dropped her body back
into the water, her hands failing to cover her heavy breasts.

   "Oops - sorry, honey.  Shame on your momma giving you such a wicked
show," Momma said laughingly with no trace of shame evident in her voice.
She looked up at me, eyes pausing for a moment to study the bulge in my
jeans before saying, "Why don't you pick out something for me to wear, son,
while I get out of this tub."

   I nodded slowly, resisting the urge to turn and look at my naked mother
as I heard her stand up and climb out of the tub, humming a wordless, but
happy tune.  I quickly picked out the flowery summer dress for Momma and a
pair of lacy white French cut bikini panties and a matching bra.  I
returned to the bathroom door and knocking, said in a husky voice, "Okay to
come in, Momma?"

   "Yeah, sweetheart, come right on in." I opened the door and took in the
wondrous sight of my mother standing naked except for a bath towel she held
in front of her body, barely concealing her above the crotch and doing
little to conceal her bountiful breasts.  Momma's eyes gleamed with love
and amusement as she reached out for the dress and underwear, letting one
corner of the towel to fall to reveal most of a breast before pulling the
clothes to her body.  "I just knew my boy wanted his momma in that there
pretty dress."

   I was blushing terribly by now and could only nod and mutter, "I hope it
fits, Momma." I turned and rushed from the room, almost consumed by lust
for my mother and shame for desiring my mother in such a frank and sexual
way.  I went out and sat on the couch, taking deep breathes and trying to
bring my raging hormones under control.  Momma's flirting might be her
natural way, but I was having difficulty keeping my fantasies from becoming
reality.

   I felt relatively normal when I heard the door open and Momma whisper,
"Well, what do you think?" I looked up and began to reply, but simply shut
my mouth after several seconds as I took in the erotic vision before me. 
Momma had on the dress and it was obvious even before I noticed the bra and
panties in her hand that she was at the very least, braless under that
dress.

   I don't know much about dresses, but I'd thought I'd bought her one that
had a plunging neckline, but it turned out to be a very elastic neckline.
Momma wore it so that it clung to her arms like a peasant blouse, leaving
her shoulders bare and a considerable amount of tit flesh exposed.  Just a
hint of aureoles made it clear how much breast flesh Momma was revealing.
The dress itself was a bit snug, clinging to Momma's full, lush body, the
hemline hugging her upper thighs just below the crotch.  I knew it would be
above the knees, but not in my wildest imaginations did I think it would be
as short as it was.  Momma smiled at my reaction and then slowly spun
around on bare feet, revealing just a tantalizing peek at ass cheeks
peeking out from under the dress.

   I finally found my voice and said in a voice thick with lust, "You were
meant to wear that dress, Momma.  You...you're beautiful."

   Momma beamed with pleasure and spun around again.  "I clean forgot how
it felt to wear a pretty dress.  Oh, in the old days, I'd dress sexy like
this and go out dancing!"

   I nodded and standing up said, "Well, maybe we can relive your old
days." I crossed the room and turned on the radio, spinning the tuner until
I found music - a slow George Strait number.  I turned to Momma and held
out my hand.  "Care to dance, Momma?"

   Momma ducked her head, trying to hide the shy, pleased grin on her face
- allowing me to see her as she was when she was much younger.  She looked
up enough so that we could make eye contact and slowly nodded her head and
reached out to take my hand.  "I'd really like that, son," she replied
softly.

   As our fingers intertwined, I pulled Momma to me, getting a little
giggle out of her as her body pressed into mine while my free arm slipped
around her waist and brought us just that much closer together.  God, Momma
felt good against me.  Her body seemed to be generating considerable heat
combining with her luscious softness to create such a sweet sensation that
I never wanted to let her go.  Momma leaned her head against my shoulder
and sighed as we slowly danced.

   There wasn't much movement, a slow and measured shifting of our feet,
moving as one as I held her close.  The thin summer dress allowed me to get
a real sense of Momma's body, her immense pillow-like breasts flattening
and spreading out against my chest - nipples poking against my polo shirt
and her pelvis clinging to and moving with my thigh.  Her breath on my neck
made me shiver as we seemed to become one being, moving slowly in time with
the music.  Even our hearts seemed to merge into a slow and languorous
beat.

   Time seemed to stand still as the song ended and another began, a slow
ballad by

   Reba and we never paused or separated.  In truth, we both tried to work
ourselves more closely into the other person and the need for more contact
quickly became evident.  I moved my head slightly so I could softly kiss
Momma's bare shoulder.  A shiver ran through her body and so I slowly made
my way across her shoulder till I was nuzzling her neck.

   Momma finally looked up at me, our eyes locking as we slowly swayed to
the music.  She licked her lips, looking both hungry and a bit scared.  Her
arms, wrapped around my neck pulled me closer to her face till we could
feel...almost taste each other's breath.  Our lips met and then our
tongues. Momma moaned into my open mouth as our tongues curled around each
other, tasting each other as we hugged tighter.  The music played on and we
danced on and we kissed on.  Reba ended and some fast moving redneck noise
replaced it, but we continued to slow dance, lost in a moment of incestuous
passion.

   I scarcely notice that as we danced and kissed, Momma was moving us
subtly across the floor.  I was a bit startled when the back of my legs hit
the couch, but I kept kissing Momma, my hands tightening behind her back,
keeping her lush body pressed against mine.  I was so into the kiss I
almost missed Momma slowly undoing my belt and then undoing my jeans.  I
opened my eyes to see Momma staring back, her blue eyes conveying her love
and need for me.

   It was my turn to shiver as I felt Momma shove my jeans down to pool
around my ankles and then she was yanking my boxers down as well.  I
groaned as she took my erect cock in her warm hand and slowly stroked it.
Momma broke the kiss and grinned at me.  "I love you, son," she said
huskily.  "I reckon I aint a good mother, but honey, I'm gonna show you
what a sweet fuck I am."

   Momma pushed me back and I sat down on the couch hard.  Momma moved with
me and suddenly I had her in my lap, her dress rising up well past her
crotch.  Again, I saw a flash of black, hairy bush and then Momma was
rolling her hips, her hairy pussy wet with desire rubbing against my hard
penis.  "Oh, Momma," I gasped as my hands moved to cup her fleshy
asscheeks.

   "I ain't been fucked for so long," Momma moaned as she deftly maneuvered
herself so that the head of my cock was between her slick lips.  "Fuck me
good, son!" she cried as she lowered herself on me.

   I let out a cry of pure delight as Momma took me inside her, her hot and
slippery cunt surprisingly tight as she slowly devoured inch after inch of
my cock, burying my hardness deep in her womb.  "Momma - I love you,
Momma!"

   I felt Momma's crotch meet mine, our pubic hair entangling as she rolled
her pelvis against me, taking all of me inside her steaming pussy.  My
mother's eyes fluttered from pure, unadulterated pleasure and she threw her
head back and let out a soulful moan.  Momma looked so carnal, so erotic
that I totally lost control and thrusting upwards, I exploded inside her,
pumping streamers of hot cum into her long neglected womb.

   We both seemed to fall into lustful convulsions, our bodies writhing
against each other as I filled my momma's cunt with hot semen and she
slipped into the first cock induced orgasm in two decades.  A lifetime
seemed to pass while we let ourselves be lost in orgasmic pleasure - joined
cunt and cock in a loving incestuous union.

   As my orgasm waned and I returned to my senses, I found a wildcat
bouncing in my lap - Momma working her cunt muscles to tease and arouse my
cock, doing almost supernatural things to keep me hard inside her.  My body
shook violently as I was wracked with wave after wave of pleasure as
Momma's pussy made love to my extremely sensitive cock.  Momma was still in
the throes of her orgasm, tears running down her face as she sobbed, "Fuck
me, John.  Fuck Momma, fuck Momma, fuck Momma!"

   My hands squeezed my mother's ass cheeks one last time and then slipped
up her body to the top of her dress.  Hungrily, I tugged the elastic top
down, letting her big breasts free and then I leaned in, my mouth slavering
over her heavy tit flesh until I found a nipple and bit down.  Momma
screamed with pain and pleasure, her crotch grinding against mine- worming
my still erect cock a little deeper into her sticky, cum filled pussy.

   Momma's hands pressed my face tightly against her immense and fleshy
bosom and she moaned, "Yessssss, son.  Suck Mommy's titties - suck those
big, fat nipples for Momma!" I held a blood engorged and pulsating nipple
between my lips, taking turns between teasing it with my tongue, sucking
the stiff and rubbery nub, and teasingly nibbling on it with my teeth, all
the while feeling Momma's cunt turn into an inferno of lusty slickness.

   Momma began to ride me, sliding up and down on my long, thick cock, her
pussy walls clasping and massaging my throbbing shaft as she moved, her
soft, thick thighs pressing against my outer thighs, her fingers clutching
and clawing at my shirt covered back while I chewed and nibbled her thick
nipples.

   Having prematurely ejaculated once, I was determined to show my mother
how well and long I could fuck her.  I found myself letting her turgid
nipple slip from between my lips and flinging off my shirt, pausing only to
let Momma shower my chest with kisses before I again cupped her ass cheeks
with my hands.  Momma gave a squeal as I thrust upwards, burying my aching
erection deep in her and then moved forwards.

   As we moved to the floor, a threadbare oval rug covering the cheap wood
floor, I elbowed the small coffee table out of our way and lowered Momma
down, my cock still completely inside her.  Awkwardly, I managed to get my
shoes off and wiggle myself clear of my jeans and shorts.  Momma's dress
was worked up around her waist, leaving the rest of her luscious body naked
- her breasts wobbling and rolling around with each thrusting movement one
of us made.

   I withdrew partially from Momma's clasping vulva and then thrust back
hard, bringing myself down on top of her solid, but so soft form.  As I
buried my cock into my mother to the root, I felt her thighs sliding along
mine and then Momma wrapped her long and shapely legs around my ass cheeks
in an effort to keep my cock deep inside her.  I rolled my tongue over her
heaving tits, feeling her heart beating wildly as I did.  Then Momma and I
were kissing again and the sinfully delicious sensations of our tongues
making love triggered movement below and I began to fuck my mother hard.

   Semen and pussy juice made Momma's cunt a sweet and carnal receptacle
for my cock - both tight and hot as I thrust into her again and again.  I
took turns kissing Momma and ducking my head to suck and nip at her meaty
tits while Momma's hands clawed my back and she begged me to, "Fuck me
hard, son.  Make me cum and cummmmm!  Fuck Momma, John - give Momma that
big ol' cock!"

   Our Red House, already warm in the sweltering heat of a Mississippi
summer, grew hot and steamy as we fucked, our bodies becoming slick with
sweat.  Momma's short black hair lay plastered to her skull and we both
took delight in licking fuck sweat off each other's flesh.  Our bodies
became both slicker and stickier, creating a delicious friction as we
rocked back and forth and flung ourselves against each other, the pleasure
ever increasing in my cock as Momma's pussy walls pulsed and throbbed as
she tried to clasp and possess my erection.

   Momma's cries echoed through the small house as I brought her to orgasm
again, thrusting and twisting my hips, eagerly trying to discover her
special pleasure spots.  As Momma's second orgasm seemed to wane, her
juices like liquid fire enveloping my cock and somehow making her even
slicker than before, I began to fuck her like a man possessed, violent,
short strokes that had Momma screaming with pleasure - her eyes widening in
surprise of the sudden, overwhelming ecstasy her son's cock was producing.

   I ducked my head as I pounded Momma's pussy with my erect dick and
managed to capture a blood swollen nipple and lost in my carnal hungers,
bit down harder than I meant to, almost drawing blood.  Momma seemed to go
insane then, flinging her hips upwards to meet my thrusts as a massive
orgasm swept over her.  Her arms and legs wrapped themselves tightly around
me as we fucked, Momma screaming her pleasures wordlessly as I sank my
shaft into her molten cunt again and again until finally my need was too
great.

   I tugged on Momma's nipple with clenched teeth and lifted her breast
upwards, making her sob with pleasure and pain before I let her go.  I
mashed my lips against hers and then as I thrust my tongue into her mouth,
I also thrust my cock as deep inside my mother's pussy as possible and with
a muffled cry of triumph, I again gave Momma a load of hot semen, shooting
jet after jet of thick sperm into her womb, cumming so hard that it
bordered on pain.

   Momma lost control of her arms and legs - her whole body writhing
underneath me as if in an orgasmic epileptic fit, almost bucking me off as
she had a massive climax.  I clung to her body, pushing forward so as to
not deny her a single inch of my swollen penis while my fingers dug deep
into her bountiful tit flesh, palms cupping her thick nipples.  The whole
world seemed to catch fire and burn away, leaving only my body pressing
into and joined with Momma's body - our flesh melting in the fiery heat of
orgasm to become one.

   I came awake with a start - realizing that time had passed by the long
shadows the late afternoon sun was casting.  I was flat on my back and
Momma was curled up against me, one long leg draped across my legs. 
Against my hip, I felt a wet and warm hairy mass slowly undulating back and
forth.  I turned to find myself staring into her loving eyes.  Momma rose
up just enough to give me a kiss - her heavy breast dragging itself over my
body as she did so.

   After a long, soulful kiss, Momma playing ran her tongue over my lips
and then kissed the tip of my nose.  "My boy's like his momma - a natural
born fucker," she said teasingly.  Momma kissed me again.

   "My pleasure, Momma," I replied.  We kissed some more and I added, "I
love you, Momma."

   I felt Momma quiver against me.  "I love you too, son." Spots of red
appeared on her cheeks and she gave me an almost embarrassed look.  "I know
I should be ashamed, fucking my own flesh and blood, but goddamn, John,
that was the finest fucking I ever had!"

   A wave of pleased emotion washed over me and I said, "I never knew it
could be like this.  I'm proud to be your motherfucker, Momma."

   Momma grinned and I felt her fingers trail down my abdomen and lightly
tickle my still semi-erect cock.  "Glad to hear that, honey.  You think you
might want to fuck your mommy again?"

   I nodded and said, "As soon as I can recover, Momma.  I want to fuck you
every single moment I can."

   Momma rose up and smiled down at me.  "I've been dreaming about fucking
you, son, since that first time you come to visit me." Her fingers
encircled my still sticky cock and began to gently stroke me.  "It's been a
while, but I ain't forgot how to make my man stand up again."

   Leaning in, Momma began to kiss her way down my body, starting at my
chest and pausing to lick and bite my nipples before rolling her tongue
down my stomach, her breath tickling as she nuzzled my pubic hair and then
I was moaning, "Oh, yes, Momma, that's it!" as her tongue rolled up along
my shaft, lapping up semen and pussy juice before she took me inside her
mouth.  I thrust upwards, my cock already hardening as Momma swirled her
tongue around the head of my penis, lovingly cleaning me of our mixed
juices and renewing my erection at the same time.

   I rose up to watch my mother suck my cock, her head sideways in my
crotch, turned just so, so she could watch my face.  Momma began to lewdly
suck me - making lots of moans and wet, sloppy noises that conveyed the
message that she adored sucking my dick, letting me slip free of her lips,
streamers of saliva running from her mouth to my cock while she gazed
lovingly up at me before resuming her slow and sweet blowjob.

   Finally, fully erect and throbbing, Momma released me from her mouth and
slowly climbed to her feet.  She extended her hand to me and said, "C'mon,
son.  Momma aint been fucked in a bed in a long time."

   I was on my feet in a heartbeat, erection slapping wetly against my
stomach and hand in hand, Momma and I strolled to the bed.  Momma turned to
me and after I helped her tug her now very wrinkled dress over her head, we
kissed again, both of us totally naked and able to completely enjoy the
flesh of the other.  Our hands busily explored, caressing, squeezing and
stroking each other.

   I found myself standing behind Momma, my arms around her, cupping her
massive tits as I pulled her against me, my long, thick, cock nestled
between her meaty butt cheeks as I nuzzled her neck and kissed her when she
leaned her head back on my shoulder, our tongues swirling together
rapturously.

   As our kiss ended, Momma whispered, "Can you fuck your nasty Momma
again, John?  Please put that big ol' motherfucking dick in me, son!" I
nudged Momma onto the bed, she climbing forward on her knees before going
on all fours.  Turning her head back to watch me, Momma lowered her head
and chest to the bed, raising her hips up to me like an offering, her vulva
fully blossomed and glistening with pussy juice and semen, below her full
and meaty ass.

   I followed her onto the bed, climbing up behind her and palming her butt
cheeks, spreading her fleshy globes apart, her little brown hole making my
cock twitch.  I slide one hand downward and palmed her cunt, feeling it
quiver as its amazing heat warmed my fingers while her juices quickly
coated them.  Momma moaned as I waggled my fingers between her labia,
stirring the sticky mess of juices within.  "Please, John," Momma crooned.
"I need your motherfuckin' cock in me!"

   I leaned down and as I fingered Momma's pussy, whispered, "Soon, Momma,
soon." I kissed her on one cheek and then the other before pulling my
fingers from her pussy.  I trailed a cum covered hand up her body, leaving
a trail of cunt cream and semen until my fingers were brushing her lips. 
My cock again nestled between Momma's ass cheeks and I kissed the nape of
her neck while she sucked our juices off my fingers.

   I eased back again as Momma hunched hungrily back at me, moaning and
pleading for my cock.  I backed up a little and then spreading Momma's ass
cheeks wide, ducked my head down and made her squeal as I took a long lick
of her pussy with my tongue.  I knew I was tasting my sperm as well as
Momma's cunt and it was like ambrosia to me.  Momma sighed as I did it
again and again.  Her taste made my cock throb and swell a bit more.  I
took one last deep lick, starting low and rolling over the engorged nub of
her clitoris, between her thick, swollen labia, savoring her soft, slick
cunt flesh and then surprised us both by continuing to run my tongue
upwards to tease her asshole, making Momma squeal with shocked delight. 
Then I was thrusting into Momma's cunt, ramming my cock home again into her
furnace hot flesh, slippery and delicious around my long shaft.

   Momma sobbed with pleasure, her cries muffled as she pressed her face
into the old patched quilt serving as a bed spread, her fingers clawing at
the old blanket.  Like an animal in heat, she thrust her ass back to me,
tilting it to offer her mate a better angle to fuck her.  I responded by
gingerly coming off my knees to squat behind and above Momma and holding
her by the waist for leverage began to rapidly piston in and out of my
mother's pussy, feeling her juices flooding her cunt and bathing my penis
as she approached a fresh orgasm.

   "Cummmminggggg, honey!" Momma groaned, thrusting back to get me deeper
inside her.  I savored the sinful sensation of her contracting pussy
muscles milking my dick, resisting the overwhelming urge to cum again.  I
rolled my hips, probing the depths of her womb as she cried out in pleasure
until I could sense her orgasm was waning.  Then acting on instinct I did
something I'd never done with a woman before.  I swiftly withdrew from
Momma's sopping wet pussy, my cock covered in her creams and I pressed my
cock against Momma's little bud of an asshole.

   Momma's head and chest came off the bed like she'd been shot and she
looked back at me with a stunned expression - part fear and part lust.  "Oh
fuck yes, son.  Shove that big thang up Momma's asshole!" Momma cried out,
thrusting back at me, forcing the head of my cock through her tight
sphincter ring with a wet and loud pop.  It was my turn to moan as my cock
slowly slid up my mother's anus - her warm, moist flesh tightly clasping me
as I sank into her bowels.

   Momma made a loud a strange noise - part groan, part sob as I shoved
inch after inch into her her asshole.  "Love you, John!" she screamed
hoarsely just before collapsing on the bed, pulling me down on top of her -
several inches of my cock trapped inside her back door.  Momma trembled and
shook beneath me as I gradually wormed more of my cock inside her while I
nuzzled the nape of her neck again and showered more kisses on her lovely
shoulders.

   Time seemed to stand still as we lay there, joined together, Momma
whimpering as pleasure conquered pain until she began to flex her hips and
in a barely audible murmur, say, "Fuck me, John.  I ain't been loved like
this in forever - fuck me good, son."

   Slowly, I began to work my hips, barely able to move my cock in and out
of Momma's tight little asshole.  Bit by bit, though, Momma began to relax
and I began sliding hard cock back and forth...an inch, then two, then
four, until again, I was fucking Momma hard, wet slapping noises filling
the room as our bodies slammed together again and again.  With my cock deep
in Momma's ass, I returned to my knees, tugging Momma up to a proper doggie
position as well.  Momma gnawed at the quilt while her fingers tore at the
old material as I fucked her fast and I fucked her slow.

   Another orgasm came and went - my mother showering my crotch with pussy
juices squirted from her pussy.  I reached around her waist with one arm
and holding her close as I fucked her tight ass, I began rubbing her slick
cunt flesh, finding her clitoris again and teasing and caressing it until
Momma was screaming herself hoarse from the incestuous pleasure her son was
giving her.  At the height of her next orgasm, her juices pouring over my
fingers, her sphincter clamped hard around my cock, milking my shaft until
with a roar, I flooded Momma's bowels with a spray of hot semen.  In a
joined chorus of ecstatic moans, Momma and I pitched forward on the bed,
both of us gasping for air, locked in an incestuous joining of our bodies
and perhaps our souls.  My cock throbbed as Momma's anal ring pulsated
around it, each beat of our hearts and each ragged breath we took producing
just that much more pleasure as our sweat slick bodies embraced.

   After a time, my weary penis shrunk and finally was released from
Momma's grip and I eased off her, sliding to the side.  Mom rolled to face
me and we kissed again, slipping into each others arms and snuggling so
that our bodies were firmly pressed into each other - my relaxed cock,
nestling happily in her wet, cum splattered bush.

   "I ain't never felt it like that, John." Mom murmured.  I fucked a lot
of men in my day, but goddamn..." Mom stroked my face.  "Your daddy was a
good fuck when he weren't drunk and mean, but he can't hold a candle to
you, son.  You made me cum in places I didn't know I could."

   "I didn't know it could be so good either, Momma," I whispered back,
pulling her closer so I could kiss her again before telling her, "I love
you, Momma."

   Momma smiled back, reminding me of the few good memories I had left of
my early childhood - small tears rolling down her face.  "I love you too,
son." Momma snuggled closer, her heavy breasts mashing against my chest
while her crotch worked against mine.  "You feel good, John." Momma yawned
long and loud.  She gazed at me with her brilliant blue eyes that were fast
glazing over with sleep.  "Been a long time since I got to go to sleep in a
man's arms...I really missed ..." and like that Momma closed her arms and
began to snore softly.

   I watched my mother sleep for several minutes - a happy, contented smile
on her face and realized that despite all the lust I had for my mother, my
love for her was growing with every minute.  I fell asleep feeling a little
strange and silly, knowing not only had I just fucked my mother, but that
for the first time in my life, I'd met a woman I wanted to make my wife.

   #

   "RED HOUSE NUMBER ONE - PRISONER CHECK!" I snapped awake at the sound of
a bellowing voice and the noise of hammering following close behind.  I
glanced at the old Kitty-Kat clock on the wall, its eyes rolling back and
forth as if amused by what it had observed.  It read 8:01 P.M.

   "Shit," I whispered, reaching out to shake Momma awake.  "Momma, the
guard is coming!"

   Momma's eyes snapped open and I was shocked at how fast she could move.
Momma reached down and picked her now wrinkled dress off the floor and
tugged it over her head while moving towards the door.  She had the dress
on, one shoulder and most of a breast exposed by the time a rough sounding
woman's voice shouted, "RED HOUSE NUMBER TWO - PRISONER CHECK!"

   Before the woman's voice ceased echoing, Momma flung open the door,
looking incredibly carnal and erotic in the reddish light of the setting
sun, barefoot in that short summer dress with her short hair looking bed
tousled.  She nodded and then stepped back to allow the guard Tisha to step
into the room.

   The female guard, her black skin glistening with sweat from the summer
heat studied Momma for a long moment, then turned and looked at me,
partially covered with the bed's quilt.  "Walking by a couple of hours ago,
I was thinking someone's getting killed.  Either that or getting fucked
within an inch of their life," she said with a bit of a mocking tone in her
voice.

   Momma giggled nervously and said, "Well, I ain't dead, Tisha."

   Tisha grinned back and nodded and then pulled her nightstick out of its
loop on her thick Sam Browne belt.  She extended it and lifted up the hem
of Momma's skirt, exposing her naked pussy - vulva still swollen and
spread, her thighs still gleaming with my semen slowly leaking from her
well fucked cunt and ass.  She laughed and looked at me.  "Who's fucking
who's brains out here?" she said in a humorous voice, etched with lust.

   Momma giggle again and replied, "I reckon it's about even, Tisha. 
John's got a wonderful cock!"

   Tisha shook her head and looked at me and said, "Well, don't wear that
hot muff out there, boy.  Your momma needs that sweet pussy for something
besides your dick." She dropped Momma's hem and waved goodbye, pausing to
look back at Momma.  "Prisoner check at eight sharp in the morning,
Carlie." She stepped out and locked the door behind us.

   Momma looked back at me, grinning somewhat bashfully, perhaps wondering
what was going through my mind - I'm sure there was a stunned look on my
face.  My mother slowly prowled back to the bed, ripping the summer dress
over her head and letting me have another good look at her overripe body,
huge, hanging titties swaying as she moved.

   She slipped back into bed with me, cuddling up close till she could kiss
me, offering me her tongue to suck on for a moment or two before I let her
go and she looked at me.  "You got questions, honey.  Ask."

   It took me a moment to figure out what I needed to say.  "That
guard...that woman, she knows I'm your son?"

   Momma grinned and nodded.  "And she knows we're fucking...doing incest?"

   Momma grinned and nodded again, reaching out and stroking my hair as she
replied, "Well, honey - we had what they call a counseling session and I
ain't never been too good at hiding my feelings and Tisha, she knows me
pretty well."

   I was still stunned and unable to adequately process what I was hearing.
"You mean she's okay with us being lovers...mother and son?"

   Momma paused before answering, struggling to keep her amusement off her
face and not really succeeding.  "Well, family loving ain't something that
don't happen here a good bit...black or white.  I aint sure she's approving
of it, but it makes her wet for me and her to talk about it and when you
add in my talents for eating pussy, well..."

   I felt my weary cock stir as I heard Momma talk.  "Did you have to do
something for Tisha to get us a conjugal visit?"

   Momma shrugged and said, "Like I said, me and Tisha go back a ways and
she arranged it so I go to her three times a week for counseling so I can
do the Red House thing and we talk and fuck around and," she paused and
gave me a big shit-eating grin before finishing with, "and stuff."

   "You mean you agreed to eat that woman's pussy so we could have a
conjugal visit?" I was both aroused and concerned for my mother.

   Momma licked her lips and wiggled against me, sighing happily as she
felt my quickly growing cock against her thigh.  "Yeah, I eat her pussy -
never met a woman who gets so wet and she's got the goddamnest clitty you
ever saw." Momma again, gave me a funny look and then said, "Sometimes when
she's in the mood, Tisha goes down on me - that girl's got a devil's
tongue. I reckon she goes both ways the way she asks me about getting your
cock inside me.  Suppose next time we do counseling, I can tell her more
than fantasy!"

   "And you're okay with this?" I knew I found this all exciting in a
dangerous way - my cock now throbbing as I thought of Momma and Tisha
eating each other, but I didn't want my mother doing this if she didn't
want to.

   Momma chuckled and said, "Sure.  It's like I told you a while back -
feeling good comes hard in here so you got to grab it when you can.  And
sometimes you do stuff to get stuff - barter system.  Some trade cigarettes
or dope and some of us use what God give us." Momma rolled her hips, making
her hairy bush brush against my erection, her slick labia slathering her
creams over my shaft.  "Does this upset you, son, or does this turn you
on?"

   I felt the great lust and love I had discovered I had for Momma swelling
inside me.  I began to move, pushing Momma onto her back as I climbed
between her legs - my erect penis jutting out in front of me.  "You turn me
on, Momma.  You could never anything wrong in my eyes!"

   Momma leaning back into the pillow, looked up at me, her brilliant blue
eyes shiny with love and love and spread her legs, allowing her cunt lips
to spread wide, glistening gleams of pussy juice spattered with my sperm
covered her wet, pink flesh.  "My sweet John.  My motherfucker son," Momma
whispered, holding out her arms.  "Come to Momma."

   If was if we were life long lovers as we came together, our bodies
moving instinctively to join cock and pussy and become one.  We both moaned
with pleasure as my thick cock slid deep into her burning flesh, her
slickness allowing me to move slowly, but surely to bury my erection in her
womb with one delicious and deliberate movement.

   As we came together, I felt Momma's toned thighs rise up and her ankles
cross behind my hips, heels digging into my buttocks so she could thrust
her pelvis up and take me a fraction deeper.

   We froze in place, both of us struggling to not lose control, completely
enraptured by our incestuous intimacy - wanting to savor every second of
pleasure that mother and son coming together provided.  I looked into
Momma's blue eyes and as her hot cunt pulsed around my shaft, I felt I knew
her completely - that our two decades of being separated were swept away -
we were one, both heart and soul.  I leaned in, my chest mashing against
her soft, cushiony breasts.  I could hear Momma's heart beating, it's
ferocity matched only by the beating of my own heart.

   Body joined to body, cock to pussy, soul to soul, it was a perfect
moment, one I could get lost in forever.  My heart ached from the intensity
of this newly discovered love for my mother and from the desire to never
let Momma go.  Then Momma improved on perfection by gently twisting her
hips, forcing me to respond and as we began to move...to fuck, ecstasy I
never dreamed existed came into being.  Slowly, exquisitely so, I began to
slide my cock in and out of Momma's cunt - short strokes, long strokes -
rolling my hips as I thrust again and again.

   Momma's eyes glazed over from the lusty pleasure I was giving her, eyes
rolling back in her head as she twisted her head back and forth, her slight
overbite emerging to bite her lower lip.  Her thighs tightened around me
and her short cut fingernails scraped across my back as she moved her hips
to meet my thrusts.

   "I love you, Momma," I gasped.  "I'm your man, now and forever," I all
but sobbed as I slid my cock deep into Momma's clasping womb again and
again.

   Momma's eyes went wide and a smile of carnal pleasure fought with one of
pure, motherly love and she moaned in reply, "Yes, son.  You're my man, my
fine fucking man, my loving son and I ain't never going to stop loving you!
Your momma loves you!  You own Momma's hot pussy forever!"

   On and on we fucked, whispering and groaning little sweet sentiments to
each other, vowing our love to each other...almost taking vows as husband
and wife with only God as our witness.  We slowed our incredible fucking
and then sped up, both of us in sync with each other.  Our bodies dripped
with sweat, the smell of sex permeating the room, serving only to excite us
further.  We fucked - mother and son, locked in carnal bliss, our
incestuous pleasure rising with each movement of our bodies until we were
both sobbing from the sexual ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm us.

   Suddenly, Momma's body began to spasm, stiffening and tightening around
my body, her limbs pulling me tight to her.  A flood of steamy juices
bathed my cock as her pussy muscles clamped down, trapping me and holding
me completely buried in her womb.  A wordless sob from Momma's lips was
squelched as I kissed her, our tongues dueling feverishly before I pushed
hard against her and began to shoot my hot seed inside her, filling her
motherly cunt with a fresh load of sizzling semen.  Momma's orgasm expanded
and as her pussy muscles flexed and milked my sensitive cock, my own climax
grew until I barely stand it.

   Despite reaching that almost supernatural point of ecstasy that exists
between carnal pleasure and pain, neither of us could bring ourselves to
pull back - our need for each other, for our mutual incestuous joy, kept us
fucking long after our orgasms began to wane, finally collapsing in a
jumble of legs and limbs, sweaty bodies heaving as we struggled to breathe.


   For a long time, we lay together, simply enjoying each other's touch,
each other's love for the other.  Mom's hand scratched gently at my chest
as if reassuring herself of my actual presence.  I understood this.  Part
of me feared this was all just an intense dream that I would lose upon
waking.

   "This is for keeps, ain't it son?" Mom whispered.  "I kept thinking
you'd come see me a few times and never return, but this is real.  You're
my son and you're my man...my husband."

   I nodded and said, "I guess so, Momma.  We've found something special. I
consider you my wife, my lover and my mother." I kissed her and added,
"That's something I don't ever want to forget."

   Momma giggled and said, "It do make it a bit nastier and fun, don't it.
When you got that big pecker in me, I'm ready to cum just knowing it's my
son fucking me!" She pulled me close and kissed me and then with a sleepy
voice, said, "Don't ever stop, son.  Please don't never stop fucking me!"
My mother fell asleep as I softly reassured her that I would always be
there for her.

   Saturday was a blur of raw, carnal lovemaking and a mother and son
reconnecting, catching up on so much lost time.  Later, when I had time to
process the weekend, so many powerful memories would emerge.  I remember
Momma serving me an old fashioned country breakfast - eggs and sausage and
biscuits and gravy, us laughing between bites of food, both of us naked and
barely able to keep our hands off each other.

   I remember Momma kneeling over my face, her arms corded as she gripped
the old, splintered headboard while I licked and sucked at her pussy, her
body dripping with sweat, her juices like nectar, pouring in torrents into
my mouth.  I loved my mother's cunt - the thick, almost wild mat of hair
and her thick and long labia, pulsating with ecstatic pleasure, Momma's
clitoris a long, lovely nub of flesh that was made to lick and gently suck.

   I remember Momma blowing my mind as she described her sexual adventures,
both before and after my father.  My mother's bisexual appetites were born
in her teenage years as her Aunt Wanda introduced her into the joys of
lesbian love one long weekend while the men were off coon hunting.  "It
likely helped me survive early on here when I didn't know if I was coming
or going.  They was girls in here who 'bout died when faced with some horny
bull dyke," Momma said.

   I remember cooking Momma a steak dinner in the little kitchenette and
almost burning them when Momma distracted me by kneeling naked in front of
me and giving me a soulful blowjob.  I could barely remaining standing as
my mother's tongue swirled around the throbbing head of my cock as I fed
her my semen, her making pleased grunts as she drank and swallowed my hot
sperm.

   I remember Momma looking sexy in a pair of denim shorts and a frilly,
low cut blouse, looking not at all like a prison con, but a sexy MILF just
opening her front door, standing ready as another prison guard - not Tisha
- made the prison checks, reminding Momma that on Sunday, we'd be left
alone till Tisha came to pick her up around noon.

   I remember Momma and me in the bathtub, my cock buried in her pussy as
we face each other - the warm water splashing gently against our wet and
sweaty bodies as we slowly fucked for what seemed hours, Momma happily
taking two separate loads of hot semen from my cock before we separated,
Momma barely able to move after endless orgasms.

   Sunday, we awoke with the imminent prospect of our dream-like weekend
coming to an end.  We were both weary and sore and spent most of the
morning curled up in bed, holding each close, hardly talking, instead just
jealousy enjoying every moment we could spend together, hands caressing
each other as we kissed.  Whenever I made a move to make love to Momma, she
resisted, saying we needed to wait.  I assumed that she was simply to sore,
but I couldn't have been more wrong.

   At eleven in the morning, Momma reluctantly left the bed and dressed in
her prison uniform which did little to mask her sexiness.  With regret, I
too dressed in a polo shirt and jeans.  I was surprised when there was
knocking on the door - glancing at the Kitty Kat clock , it wasn't even
eleven-thirty yet.  Then Tisha stepped inside.  She had a bemused grin as
she looked around, sniffing the air which reeked of sex.  "Y'all had a good
time, huh?"

   Momma blushed slightly and said, "It was the best time I ever knew!"

   Tisha said, "Y'all look like honeymooners still hot to trot."

   "I guess we are," I replied.  "Thanks for making it happen."

   The African American guard grinned at me and said, "Don't thank me - I'm
getting something out of it too!  Speaking of which..." She again removed
her baton from her belt and used it to lift up Momma's dress, revealing her
plain white cotton panties.  "Carlie, why don't you let those panties go
dribble down to your ankles."

   Momma glanced back at me, a strange grin on her face and did as she was
told.  Tisha looked at me and said, "We need to make a cavity search, make
sure your momma ain't trying to smuggle anything back insides.  There's
some probing to be done.  Skin off those blue jeans and get out that big
peter your momma's been dreaming about.

   I looked at Momma with some alarm, even though Tisha's casual manner
about my mother seemed to arouse me.  "Momma?"

   Momma shrugged and said, "I didn't want to scare you so I just waited to
let it happen.  Part of my deal with Tisha...she wanted to watch me and you
fuck." My mother looked down, avoiding my gaze.

   I looked at Tisha who stood there with her arms folded and an expectant
look on her dark face - her eyes gleaming with expectation.  "You...um, you
want to watch me fuck my mother?" I asked, scarcely believing that I was
saying those words.

   Tisha's face broke into a big grin that made the severe looking woman
look prettier and said, "What?  You think you two were the only horny
motherfuckers around?  You think you be the only family members in
Mississippi wanting a little sugar?  Shit, boy, this is Mississippi where
the only virgins is those who can outrun their daddies, brothers, and
cousins.  You love your Momma and you love to fuck her, so shuck off them
pants and do it!"

   I stood there in stunned stillness for a long minute and then began
undoing my jeans, letting them pool around my ankles.  Tisha's eyes widened
a bit as my cock, fully erect was freed - pointing right at her.  She made
her way to a kitchen chair and sat down and said, "Well, Carlie, whyn't you
just bend over and grab the back of that chair and let your son give you a
good fucking."

   Momma replied, "Yes, ma'am." She pulled the other kitchen chair out and
leaned over, her heavy breasts straining against the fabric of her khaki
dress.  She looked over her shoulder at me and said softly, "Please son,
give me that fine dick!"

   Scarcely believing that I was about to fuck my mother to entertain
another woman and that I was sexually aroused at the prospect, I shuffled
over behind Momma and threw her skirt up over her back and spread her
cheeks, exposing her wet and blossomed pussy and her puckered asshole.  "I
love you, Momma!" I moaned as I pressed my cock between her quivering labia
and shoved my cock home.

   Momma threw back her head as she sobbed, "Love you tooooo, John!" My
inward thrust was met by Momma pushing her hips back against me and with
one swift movement I was buried deep in her wet and welcoming womb.  We
both stood there, shaking with the sweet pleasure of incestuous lovemaking.
My hands slid up her dress covered waist and then around and up to cup her
covered breasts.  As I began to slowly fuck Momma from behind, I fumbled
with the buttons on her dress until I could pull the front open, exposing
Momma's bra bound tits.  With a couple of violent tugs, Momma's immense
tits came spilling out and I was pinching and tugging on Momma's thick,
blood engorged nipples as I thrust my cock into her sopping wet and furnace
hot cunt again and again.

   Looking past Momma's shoulders, I could see Tisha looking at us with
something akin to a mixture of envy and awe.  She had moved her legs wide
and was slowly rubbing the crotch of her uniform slacks with her
nightstick. Her nipples were bullet points - pressing against her bra and
blouse.  Momma cried out that she was cumming and I felt my cock being
bathed in fresh, searing hot pussy cream as her orgasms swept over her.  I
shoved my cock deep into her pussy and held it there, squeezing her heavy
breasts as we rode out her orgasm, Momma's body writhing in my grasp.

   When her climax began to wane, Momma sagged in my arms, scarcely able to
stand on her shaky legs.  I pulled Momma tight against me, guiding her to
stand upright and then as she moaned her delight in being impaled on my
long, thick, cock, I sort of waddled us around the chair and then gingerly
sat us down on the kitchen chair.  Momma kicked her panties loose from her
ankles and threw her legs wide to drape over my knees, allowing her to work
her hips, flexing her pelvis against my cock buried inside her.

   I began to meet Momma's movements allowing my cock to move up and down
in her pussy - her juices running heavily down my shaft, creating almost a
froth before soaking my balls.  "Fu-fuck m-m-meee, honey," Momma stammered,
her head thrown back against my shoulder, allowing me to offer her frantic
kisses on her lips and her exposed neck.  My mother's hands scrabbled
furiously over mind, helping me knead her massive breasts, cupping and
lifting great handfuls of tit flesh and letting them fall.

   In front of us, Tisha was squirming in her seat, mouth gaping open as
her own pleasure was fueled by the incestuous spectacle before her.  One
hand groped a uniform covered breast while the tip of her nightstick rubbed
furiously against her crotch.  Her uniform pants were a very dark blue, but
even so, it looked as if there might have been a wet spot forming.

   The understanding that this black woman was so carnally aroused by the
sight of my mother and I fucking took me to the edge of my own orgasm and
then Momma's slide into her second orgasm pushed me beyond.  I felt Momma
go rigid in my lap, her body becoming spastic as torrent after torrent of
orgasmic ecstasy washed over her and I yielded to the maddening milking her
gushing cunt was giving my cock and with a triumphant growl, I gave one
last upward thrust and began ejaculating hot bursts of semen into Momma's
womb.

   As our wails of pleasure filled the Red House, Tisha's expression
changed to almost a grimace and she was bucking against the ever present
nightstick as an orgasm overtook her.  Moans mixed with the smell of cunts
and cock to add to the erotic atmosphere of the moment.

   A few minutes passed as everyone caught their breath.  Finally, Tisha
took out a handkerchief and wiped her sweaty face, her dark skin gleaming.
She glanced at her wristwatch and said, "Hate to end y'all's fun, but we
got to get moving.  Carlie, get your panties on quick, don't lose none of
your boy's spunk.

   With a moan that was part pleasure and part regret, Momma climbed off my
still partially erect cock and staggered a bit as she pulled on her panties
and buttoned up the front of her dress.  She was trembling from our
passionate lovemaking and her eyes were tearing up with the knowledge of
our impending separation.  I felt tears forming in my own eyes as I dreaded
leaving this place without Momma by my side.  Maybe for the first time, I
truly appreciated how awful prison must be for my mother.

   "Well, give your son a goodbye kiss.  We got to go, Carlie," Tisha said.

   Momma nodded and turned to me, still sitting in the chair.  Leaning
over, she whispered, "I love you, John." She kissed me long and slow, her
hand reaching down to stroke my cum covered cock.  When the kiss ended, she
said, "You done went and made all my dreams come true." As she turned to
join Tisha, she looked back over her shoulder and gave me a coy smile and
then raised semen and pussy juice covered fingers to her mouth and slowly
licked them off.

   I swallowed slowly, my heart, soul and body aching for my mother to stay
and replied, "I love you, Momma.  I'll see you, soon."

   Tisha pointed Momma out the door and then paused in the doorway and
said, "I'll be back in a bit, boy.  Go pull your pants back up and pack
your stuff and make sure the place is as clean as when you got here." Out
the door she went then, without a backward glance.

   I sat there for a moment, still trying to digest just what happened. 
Finally I gathered myself together and straightened the place up, carefully
packing Momma's civilian clothes, my cock twitching as I lovingly packed
away that flowery summer dress.  I made sure the trash was collect and the
dishes were all clean long before Tisha returned.

   I was sitting on the couch, two bags of leftover groceries and clothes
beside me when Tisha came in, her face a study of intense emotion.  I stood
up as she walked purposely towards me, stopping only when we were scarcely
an inch apart.  Her short cropped curly hair shone with perspiration and
her face was shiny with sweat.

   She studied me for a second and then raised her hands to my cheeks. 
Holding me in place, she stood on tip-toe and kissed me, pressing her
tongue into my mouth.  Through my surprise, I realized I was tasting more
than just Tisha and saliva.  I tasted pussy and maybe semen on her lips,
growing more positive as I rolled my tongue over her full lips.  I quickly
understood.  Tisha had just eaten my sperm directly from my mother's cunt.

   When our mouths parted, Tisha licked her lips and said, "You love your
Momma?"

   I nodded and said, "Yes, ma'am."

   Tisha nodded, never letting her eyes leave my face and replied, "Yeah, I
believe you do.  Your momma got a raw deal and she deserves to be free. 
I'm thinking maybe you and I can work something out to make that happen."

   to be continued....
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