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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: REPOST Mike13 Partridge Family
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 21 Jul 1996 01:57:14 GMT



PARTRIDGE FAMILY: A Whole Lot of Lovin'

By Uncle Mike


    Keith was one fried Partridge. 

    First of all, he was supposed to be in a rock band. But his 
band's rhythm section was little kids who could barely count, 
let alone keep up a beat.

    And he was supposed to be the singer of this band, belting 
out lyrics about love and kissing and that kind of stuff. Not 
too hot, maybe, but he was supposed to put some feeling into 
it, wasn't he? But to whom does he sing this lyrics? To his 
sister Laurie, on keyboards. OK, she had a pretty cute face, 
with long swinging brown hair, but she was skinny as a straw 
and flat as a board. Lots of motivation there. Or he sang to his 
Mom. His Mother, for cripe's sake. Yeah, she was pretty, and 
she had a good body, what anyone could see of it underneath 
the jackets and pants she always wore -- but she was his 
MOM!

    Oh, and he was supposed to be the heartthrob, too. The one 
the girls swooned over. Only they seemed to spend an awful 
lot of gigs singing to old folks or preschoolers. And when 
they did get an audience with at least a few girls who were 
somewhere between almost old enough to drive and not quite 
old enough for Social Security, Mom says he's got to stay in 
the motel room with his little brothers and curfew's at 10! 
Boy, the groupies really go for playing Go Fish with your 
whole family. Yeah, right.

    But this was it. This was the rule he couldn't take. Their 
manager, Reuben, tells him he's been, what was it? "Wearing 
the shirts kinda wild, there, Keith. Can't you button them up? 
You know, all the way? You'll look a lot better, then, kid. 
Trust me!"

    Keith didn't even bother to argue. He could tell Reuben was 
just passing along another one of Mom's rules. But, for crying 
out loud, it's not like he was wearing a codpiece or sticking 
out his tongue like those British groups did. A couple of 
measly buttons open! He didn't even have any chest hair, what 
was she afraid of?

    He was determined to have it out with Mom over this one. 
But that was one of the many problems of being in a family of 
five kids: When could you ever get someone alone to have a 
real discussion? Without Danny sticking his sarcastic nose in 
or one of the twerps whining about something?

    He tried all day, but either they were all in rehearsal or 
Mom was talking about stuff with Reuben or it was dinner or 
something. Finally it was bed-time; luckily they got to spend 
that night at home because the gig was so close. Keith put on 
his pajamas -- better button those up to the top, he thought 
to himself -- and sat in bed listening as everyone else 
washed and got into bed. 

    When everything was quiet, he peeked down the hall. It was 
dark, but he could see a thin strip of light underneath his 
Mom's door. She still used the big bedroom down the hall, the 
one she and Dad had used before he died. He padded down the 
hall, barefoot, being careful not to wake anyone along the 
way.

    He was thinking about exactly what he was going to say, 
rehearsing it in his mind the way they rehearsed those sugary 
songs over and over again. On auto pilot, he opened the door 
without knocking, while debating to himself whether to 
mention that part about the chest hair. He took a step into the 
room -- and stopped cold.

    His mom was sitting at her dressing table, facing away 
from him. With the angle of the door and the mirror in front 
of her, he realized she couldn't see him unless she looked 
very carefully. 

    But he could see her very clearly. She was brushing her 
short blonde hair, smoothing down the 'do that made her look 
like a pixie. A very beautiful pixie, though, with cute dimples 
and bright blue eyes and a full mouth, still shiny red with 
lipstick.

    A very sexy pixie, too. Because Mom had nothing on but a 
pair of pink panties. Keith could see his mother's breasts 
reflected in the mirror -- proud, full breasts, still as firm as 
a teenager's, capped by small brown aureolae. Around the 
short, curving back of her chair, he could see the smooth 
curve of her back, dropping into wide hips and long, supple 
legs.

    She was leaning in close to take off an eyelash when Keith 
approached, walking silently on the thick blue shag rug. She 
didn't notice him until he put a hand on her milky white 
shoulder.

    Startled, she turned around and gasped. "Keith! What are 
you doing here? Why didn't you knock? If you expect me to 
respect your privacy, you have to..." Abruptly she dropped the 
outraged mother routine as she realized her state of undress. 
She pressed her breasts into the back of the chair, pushing 
her cleavage into a deep valley. "Get out of here this instant! 
I'm not even dressed!"

    That reminded Keith of his purpose. "Dressed? That's why 
I'm here. You told Reuben to make me button my shirt, didn't 
you? How do you like this?" He quickly undid the buttons of 
his pajama tops and flung the shirt aside. 

    "What are you talking about?"  Shirley Partridge, 
misreading her son's gesture, rose from the chair and backed 
away from him. She held her arms out to keep him away, 
affording him a close-up, unimpeded view of her slender, 
shapely body. Forgetting his anger, Keith drank in her beauty. 
His eyes roamed up and down: the gentle slope of her breasts, 
rising above her smooth, hard belly; the promise of a few 
curly blonde hairs peeping above the lacy waistband of her 
panties and around the sides of the silken fabric so closely 
sculpted to her vulva; deeply tanned legs. As he gazed, a very 
natural reaction took place, one that didn't escape his 
mother's horrified look.

    "This has gone on long enough," she said, in a voice stern 
but softened by a slight quaver. "You have to ... Oh, my God, 
Keith, look at you!" He followed her eyes to his crotch, where 
his cock had stiffened and grown, tenting out several inches 
and straining the combined forces of his briefs and PJ 
bottoms. The full magnitude of what was happening seemed 
to hit him then, but it didn't pull him back, it only made him 
bolder. Without a word, he advanced on his mother, brushing 
aside her defenses. He took her in his arms and kissed her 
hard, his tongue pushing between her lips and muffling her 
protests. He felt her breasts warm against his chest. His 
cock, still confined by his clothes, pressed against the silk of 
her panties. His right hand slipped down to her butt, 
caressing and squeezing. He brought it up again to the small 
of her back and then eased it into the gap between the 
panties' waistband and her skin, rubbing her cheeks and 
pushing a finger into the crack between them. All the while 
his mom pushed at his shoulders and tried to maneuver her 
face away from his hot kisses.

    When at last he broke the kiss, she burst into protest. 
"Keith, how could you! I'm your mother! Get out now, and we'll 
talk ..." 

    Instead of moving away, Keith had kept his left hand behind 
her back. Reaching down with his right, he slipped it behind 
her knees and brought it up smoothly, lifting his mother off 
her feet and cradling her in his arms. "You won't let me go out 
with other girls, Mom," he murmured to her. "I guess I'll have 
to get what I need at home."

    In seconds he had carried her to the bed and tossed her into 
the middle of it, shucked off his remaining clothes and ripped 
her panties off, yanking them down her legs and tossing them 
aside.

    Shirley tried to roll away but her son grabbed both her 
hands in his and jumped atop her, using his greater strength 
to hold  her at bay while his legs forced hers apart.

    Looking down, he saw her fully exposed now, the tumble of 
hair atop her mound, the pink of her pussy lips. His mother, 
naked and at his mercy.

    "You know what's going to happen, Mom," he said through 
teeth clenched by the effort to hold her down. "You should 
have expected this. How many love songs have I had to sing to 
you? How many times have I had to look you in the eyes and 
sing about kissing you and holding you close? I'm going to 
fuck you now. I'm going to fuck my mother's pussy. It's no use 
fighting. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna put my cock inside you and 
fuck your ass off. Come on, Mommy."

    Tears were rolling down Shirley's cheeks and her breath 
was shallow and irregular. "Please!" Her forehead furrowed as 
she begged her son not to rape her. "I'm your mother, Keith! 
Think about what you're doing. You don't want to do this. Stop 
now, and we can deal with this in the morning! Oh, please, 
Keith, no!"

    Ignoring her pleas, Keith stabbed at her pussy with his 
thick, hard  dong. "Damn," he said, "you're dry. Come on, let me 
in!" He pushed and poked, but only irritated the head of his 
cock as it scraped along his mother's unwilling cunt.

    He let go of one of her hands and brought his right to his 
lips to lick the fingers. Shirley tried to push him off, but she 
couldn't budge when she pushed on his chest and he twisted 
his face away when she reached for him there. Meanwhile, he 
put his fingers down to her crotch and rubbed her pussy. To 
her dismay, her juices soon began to flow and her son was 
able to stick a finger inside her, stroking her until she was 
well lubricated.

    "It's not too late," she sobbed. "Please, oh, please, stop 
now. Keith, please, don't do it! Don't..." She sighed as she felt 
his cock slip past her entrance and slid deep into her cunt.

    "Yess! Yes, Mom, I'm doing it! I'm fucking you! Feels good, 
doesn't it? Fucking your son? Mommy likes to fuck her little 
boy, doesn't she?" Savagely Keith slammed his cock into his 
mother's hot, wet box, burying it to the hilt and pressing her 
ass into the mattress. "God, Mom, you're still so tight! I can 
feel you all the way in! God, that feels so good!" He bent down 
and pressed his lips to hers; her resistance weakened and he 
stuck his tongue all the way into her mouth. Pressing down on 
her body, he could feel her nipples now standing erect as they 
rubbed against his smooth chest. At first she used her legs to 
try to buck him off, but it was futile and Shirley gave up. She 
held herself as stiff as she could while her son plunged into 
her. The unfamiliar sensations got to him quickly and he shot 
his wad inside her. "Oh, no! Oh, Keith, no!"

    Within seconds his cock had deflated and he collapsed on 
top of her sweaty body, nuzzling her neck lazily.

    "Keith, get up. Get up, honey," she pleaded. Tears were 
running down her face as she begged her son to go. "Oh, Keith, 
please, it's over now. Please let me go. Oh, God, honey, what 
you've done!"

    He whispered in her ear. "I don't regret any of it, Mom. It 
was great. Oh, it felt so good!"

    "Keith, don't say that! Please!" Her voice broke. "I don't 
know what I did to make you hate me so, but we can talk 
about that. We'll work things out. Now ..."

    "I don't hate you, Mom. I love you. No, I really do. I -- I'm 
sorry if I was rough, but you turned me on so much. You're the 
most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Even as he said it, 
Keith felt himself growing hard again. Shirley could feel it 
too, her son's cock expanding within her, once again 
stretching the walls of her cunt and pressing into her. "Oh, 
no, not again! No, Keith, please!"

    But her son resumed the rhythm of his fucking. This time 
he took it slowly, lovingly, easing his rod out and slipping it 
back in past the caress of her tight pussy lips, ever so slowly 
pressing it into her as the pillowy wetness of her cunt gave 
way to his gentle pressure. Shirley moaned as her son 
tenderly licked her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth 
and sucking. Warmth flooded her body as his cock brushed 
past her clitoris, sending a shudder of excitement through 
her. "No, no, this isn't right," she murmured, almost to 
herself. "I'm your mother, Keith! A mother can't make love to 
her own son! No, we should stop, now. This is all wrong." The 
last words came out as a gasp as her legs parted and Keith 
pushed even deeper into her. She spread himself for him and 
Keith released her hands. 

    Steadily he pressed his cock into his mother's now willing 
cunt. She embraced him and kissed him hungrily, their 
tongues meeting in an electric shock of delight. Shirley began 
to match his rhythm, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. Her 
own pussy juices and her son's cum matted their pubic hair as 
their crotches ground together.

    Shirley raised her legs into the air, bringing her heels 
down onto her son's ass, urging him into her. "Deeper, Keith, 
deeper! Yes, that's it. Keep it slow. You're so good, sweetie. 
Oh, I've missed this so much. You're the best lover I've ever 
had!"

    Keith pulled his cock out all the way, drawing a groan of 
dismay from his mom. He teased her lips with it, rubbing up 
and down, pushing just the very tip past the slippery folds 
and then withdrawing. Then all at once he pressed it home. 
"Aaaaaah! Yes, that's it! Harder, now, harder! Fuck your 
mother!" 

    Keith slipped his arms behind her thighs and lifted his 
mother's legs higher, giving him total access to her fiery 
cunt.

    Shirley bucked wildly as wave after wave of orgasm 
wracked her body while Keith kept plunging his cock in and 
out. She was on a roller coaster of delirium. Her legs flew out 
of Keith's grasp as she began to flail about, her feet bouncing 
up and down on the mattress, her head wildly thrashing on the 
pillow. Suddenly she closed her legs around her son's slim 
hips and hugged him to herself tightly. "Aaaaah! I'm cumming, 
Keith! Yesssssssss!"

    As her orgasm subsided they clung to each other, breathing 
hard, sweat pouring off them and soaking the crumpled 
sheets.

    "That was fantastic, Keith," Shirley cooed. "The best I've 
ever had. Mmmmmm, you're still so hard!" Tenderly she pushed 
him off her, motioning him to lie on his back. She squatted 
above him, her soaking wet pussy poised above his cock, still 
stiff as a flagpole. "Now I'm going to do all the work, Keith," 
she told him. "You just lie back and enjoy it." Using her left 
hand for balance on the bed, she reached down with her right 
and stroked his slippery rod. "Mmmmmm, that feels good. Do 
you know how long it's been since I've had a stiff cock in my 
hands? It's been far too long, Keith. But we're going to change 
that, aren't we?" Holding his cock straight, she lowered 
himself onto her son. 

    Keith watched as his mother's pussy lips parted easily and 
his rod slipped inside. Shirley slowly eased him all the way 
in and held him there. He began to buck up at her, but she 
wagged a finger at him. "Don't move. I'm going to do 
everything." It was a commanding but nurturing voice, one 
he'd heard all his life telling him to eat all his vegetables or 
put on his mittens or stay away from strangers. But now it 
was teaching him about sex, incredible sex with a beautiful, 
hard-bodied woman who happened to be his own mother.

    He groaned in surprise as he felt her pussy walls contract 
around his cock. "Like that, huh?" his mother asked. "That's 
just one of the tricks you'll learn." She held him inside her 
and squeezed and released his cock with her cunt muscles, 
massaging him until she heard his breath began to quicken. 
"Not quite yet, young man," she said, releasing her grip. Giving 
him a minute or two to recover, she then began to raise and 
lower herself on him, rising until he was almost out and then 
pushing down. His cock bent slightly before it slid into her 
hole all the way, up and down, up and down.

    She wiggled as she lowered herself, sending new frissons 
of delight through her son's body. "Not bad for an old lady, am 
I?"

    "God, you're great!" Keith took in huge gulps of air and let 
them out in shuddering gasps. Doing as his mother instructed 
him, he reached up and took her breasts in his hands, kneading 
the firm flesh and feeling the stiff nipples rub across his 
fingertips. Still his mother kept up her rhythm, driving 
herself down onto his cock. She played him like an 
instrument, always stopping just before he plunged over the 
edge to orgasm.

    When he thought at last she would finish him off, Shirley 
instead lifted off his cock completely. Swinging a leg over, 
she then squatted over her face and began to lower her 
steaming cunt to his mouth.

    "Time for a new trick," she said. "Now, you'll have to be 
very gentle. Don't worry, it won't bite. Put your tongue out. 
Lick me. Mmmmmm, that's it. Keep going. Now push it 
insi...aaaaaahhhhh. Bring your hand up. Rub me. Can you feel a 
little button? Just a big higher...yessssss! Yes, lick that! Suck 
it. Suck it!"

    As Keith lapped away at his mother's pussy, she bent down 
and took his cock into her mouth. He let out a deep, deep groan 
as she pressed her lips around his shaft and tickled the tip of 
his cock with her hot tongue. Soon she was sliding up and 
down his cock as he was licking her pungent cunt, holding her 
ass in both hands as he pressed her down onto his face. 
Shirley took her son's cock all the way into her mouth, 
feeling the tip press against her throat as the bristly hairs 
on his balls tickled her nose.

    Again she stopped just before he came. She crawled off 
him on her hands and knees toward the head of the bed and 
motioned him to come up behind her.

    Reaching back with her right hand, she guided his cock into 
her cunt again. On his knees behind her, Keith slid it home and 
bent over her, grabbing his mother's tits in both hands as he 
passionately drove his rod into her burning hot pussy. 
Knowing nothing could stop him now, Shirley matched his 
fast pace as he slammed into her cunt again and again. Mother 
and son bucked in unison, shaking the bed back and forth with 
the force of their passion. Shirley's hands dug into the edge 
of the mattress as she moaned in ecstasy. Keith felt an 
explosion inside him and shouted out, "I'm cumming! I'm 
cumming, Mom, I'm cumming!" Jets of jism throbbed through 
his cock and blasted into his mother's cunt. As the first hot 
spurts flew out Shirley joined his shouts. "I'm cumming too! 
Yess, Keith, give it to me! Give it all to me! 
AAaaaaggggghhhhh!"

    When it was all over they lay next to each other on the bed, 
nestled in a sweaty embrace. "Next time we go out on the 
road, Keith," Shirley whispered, "I'm going to tell Reuben 
you're old enough to have a room of your own. ... And I think I 
deserve one, too, don't you?" She smiled at her son as he 
nuzzled her breasts. "Mmmmmm. And I think I'll tell him to 
let you wear your shirts however you like, too."