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Thank you. ---------------- Kristen's collection ------------------ Heather had been 16 when Chris was born. He was conceived one night when she had got drunk and had sex, both for the first time. Her parents had respected her wish that she be allowed to give birth and raise the baby boy. She had worked hard, both in school and in her various after school jobs. It hadn't been easy but now at the age of thirty-two, she had her own business and was quite proud of her son. Chris had his father's good looks and his mother's intelligence. At least she liked to think so. He played one sport after the other and always seemed to be on his way to some sort of workout. As a result Chris had a body that just wouldn't quit. Broad shoulders and huge pecs drew down to a slim waist of washboard abs. And when he wore shorts Heather couldn't keep here eyes off his well muscled thighs and calves. There was one thing though that bothered her about her about her son. He seemed obsessed with play- ing with himself. Even now, just a few minutes after going to bed, she could hear the telltale noises from his room. Heather tried to ignore the sounds of squeaking bed springs, but she couldn't ignore the urge to investigate. She swung her legs over the edge of her bed and got up. Heather opened the door to her room and walked quietly down the hall. She saw a long shaft of light coming from the partially opened door to Chris' room and couldn't resist taking a peek. The head of Chris' bed was near the door and she carefully stretched her neck in order to look down the length of the his well built young body but, darn it, he was covered from feet to chest with a sheet. That looked odd, she thought. It seemed as if Chris was rubbing his stomach with a growing passion. Then he suddenly threw back the sheet. Heather had to stifle a gasp as she saw his man- hood. No wonder it looked like he was rubbing his stomach. The head of his young cock was laying above his belly button. Heather was no tramp, but she had seen a few cocks in her time, and the one on her son was bigger than any she had ever seen or heard of. As she watched his hand flash up and down the length of his huge erection it suddenly erupted. A stream of milky white cum streaked nearly to his shoulder. It was followed by another and another until there must have been a dozen strings of the sticky liquid in the light hairs of his broad chest. Heather had been entranced by the sight of her son's orgasm, but now she came to herself and realized that one of her hands had found its way to her own sex and was rubbing it madly. She saw her son grab a t-shirt to wipe the cum from his chest and figured that he would soon be on his way to the bathroom, so as quickly as her shaky legs permitted, she made her way quietly back to her own bedroom. Just as she reached her room Heather heard her son coming down the hallway. She stepped into the sha- dows of her room and turned. Chris made his way to the bathroom, his softening but still enormous prick wob- bling back and forth, leading the way. Heather care- fully found her bed in the dark and very nearly fell on it.As the vision of her son masturbating ran through her mind, she tweaked her nipples and clit until her own orgasm overtook her. The next morning was a Saturday, Heather and son's day to sleep in. It was also their custom to eat a large pancake brunch. Heather had awakened late and thrown a short robe over her nude body. She'd already cooked a stack of pancakes when her son made his appearance. "Hi Mom," he said stretching enormously. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a cut off t-shirt that showed off his perfect abs. But Heather couldn't keep her eyes from her son's shorts. She tried to figure out where he could keep that huge cock. It couldn't be down his shorts leg or above the waistband. His gym type shorts were too small for that. She smiled and wondered if she could find out. "Sit down and eat...you can have the first batch," Heather said, turning to get the plate of pancakes. She placed the stack in front of her son, being sure to bow quite low to let the front of her robe fall open to his gaze. She glanced up to see his eyes drinking in the sight of her breasts. And there was plenty to see. Heather's breasts were full and firm, and she was sure that her son had taken a good look. She stepped back and leaned against the kitchen counter, crossed her slim lovely legs, picked up her coffee cup and stared into space above her son's head, as if she was unaware that the bottom half of her robe had fallen open revealing one leg almost to her hip. Her son was now hunched in his chair, eating the cakes at a furious pace. He had one hand, not very casually, in his lap. Heather said, "Not so fast....Chris, what are you going to do today?" Around a mouth full of food, and with his eyes locked on his mother's legs, Chris said, "Uhhhh...... we're going to play ball at Todd's house and then Cindy and I are going to a movie....I'll be back early." He stuffed the last bit of breakfast in his mouth, then rising and turning away from his mother, both hands covering his crotch, he said, "I've got to get ready," and almost ran from the room. Damn, thought Heather, I think I gave my own son an erection. She waited a full minute then went to his room. She opened the door, saying "Chris I may be gone awhile...I.. ." And just as she thought, Chris stood there, shorts pulled down, his huge erection at full attention, his hand stroking it. Heather felt a surge of heat go through her breasts and between her legs at the thought of turning her son on like that. "Mom!" he cried, turning away. Heather approached her son. "It's OK honey...I know guys do that...sorry I barged in." She stepped closer, and put her hand on her son's back, running her hand up his back under his t-shirt. She leaned closer, peering over his shoulder, and whispered "Go ahead... sometimes I do it too." Her hot breath on her son's neck had its desired effect. His hand started moving again, and his slightly wilted cock was quickly back to its full hardness. Heather felt her knees getting weak. She stepped back, laying heavily on Chris's bed. Heather couldn't help herself. She opened her pussy lips with the fingers of one hand and began to caress her stiff little clit. Chris turned, pointing his pulsing rod at his mother. As Heather watched, her son came with a long squirt of cum. And he just kept on spurting. After what she'd seen last night, she couldn't believe that he had that much cum left in him. It squirted across the room to fall in hot, white streams on her legs. Chris's face was bright red, either from passion or embarrassment as he ran from the room, cum still drooling from his cock. Heather rubbed her legs together sensuously, working her son's semen into her skin. The stuff seemed to generate it own heat that worked its way up her legs to her crotch. As Heather felt her own orgasm pulse through her body, she heard Chris start the shower. Heather was in a daze. She couldn't believe what had just happened. With her mind on cruise control she cleaned up the mess that both she and her son had just made and wandered back to her room to get dressed. By the time she was ready to face the world Chris had already left. She spent the rest of the day at the mall. Her mind wandered from her son, to her shopping, to her son's cock and then back again. She was alternately filled with shame and then lust. By the time she was on her way back home she had resolved to just forget what had happened. As Heather pulled into her drive, she had to stop short because of a car blocking her way. It was Cindy's Mustang. She and Chris must be back from the movie already, Heather thought. She walked inside through the kitchen door instead of opening the garage door as she usually did. As she walked across the kitchen, Heather heard talking from the living room. It was Cindy's voice. "Again? " she was saying. "You haven't gone limp yet? What got you so turned on?" Heather couldn't believe what she was hearing. She tip toed down the hall to the door and peeked in the living room. There was Cindy and Chris, completely naked, on the living room couch. Cindy was a year older than her son, and Heather had often wondered what drew them together. After this sight there wasn't much doubt. Cindy stood only about five feet tall. But she had a perfectly proportioned figure, red hair that fell almost to her waist, and the face of an angel. Heather watched as Chris slumped down on the couch and pulled the tiny girl, her back to his chest, on top of him. Chris said, "Never mind what got me so horny, just enjoy it." And with that he reached down and grabbed his rock hard member and guided it into Cindy's pussy. To Heater's amazement, it slid in effortlessly with a sticky liquid sound. Heather slid her hand down the front of her slacks and began to caress her own pussy as she watched. Cindy shifted her body slightly and turned her head. She locked lips with Chris and Heather could see that their tongues writhing about. Chris had one hand on Cindy's tit, softly pinching and rolling the stiff nipple. His other hand went to Cindy's clit and began to finger it with a steady light stroke. And his cock! His cock pumped in and out of her clutching, clinging cunt in a steady rhythm with his fingers. They stayed like that for a long moment, then Cindy broke the kiss and grabbed Chris's muscular arms. Her head was thrown back and a low, steady moan escaped her lips. Heather ran a finger into her pussy as Cindy began to orgasm. Damn, thought Heather, she was cumming already. Talk about being horny. As she watched Cindy's cum fluids washed over the lower half of Chris's cock and down his balls. Cindy's moans became louder and turned into soft screams of delight. Heather could see the muscles of Cindy's tummy ripple time and again as she spasmed through one orgasm after anotherr. Minutes went by and still he tirelessly drilled her. Heather pulled her top out of her slacks and ran a hand across her own flat stomach to begin to rub and caress her breast. As Heather watched, Chris wrapped an arm around Cindy and flipped their bodies over until he was behind Cindy doggy style. Cindy had her face buried in the cushions of the sofa, with her arms thrown out to the sides. Chris put his hands on her hips and began to pound his cock into the little girls cunt like a well oiled machine. Then he looked up and locked eyes with his mother. Chris's eyes grew wide and large as he watched his mother rock her hips in rhythm with her groping fingers. He didn't stop his fucking motions though. He was on the verge of another orgasm and watching his mother finger herself only added to his excitement. The feeling was mutual with Heather. She felt a fresh surge of heat through her cunt as she watched her son's slim hips slam his cock into Cindy's steamy pussy. In only a few seconds she was shaking through a cunt clenching orgasm. At nearly the same moment Chris's head flew back and his face contorted as he spent himself inside his girlfriend. Heather stepped into the shadows of her kitchen to put her clothes back in order, then she quietly stepped outside and made her way back to her car. Heather waited a few minutes and then tapped on the Mustang's horn. In another minute Cindy walked unsteadily out of the house. As she walked to her car Heather could see that the glimpse of white in Cindy's hand must be her bra and perhaps the young girl's panties. Heather backed out of the way and smiled as Cindy stalled her own car several times trying to get out of the drive. Chris must have worn her out, thought Heather. When Heather got back in the house she heard the shower running. By this time all her inhibitions had vanished in a haze of passion. She threw off her clothes and boldly walked into the bathroom. She threw open the shower door and stepped in. Chris didn't bother to cry out or even turn around. He just smiled and said, "Hi, Mom, like the show?" Heather didn't know if he meant the show with Cindy or the one in front of her. Even soft, his cock was an impressive sight. It arched away from his crotch with the head seeming to dangle somewhere near his knees as seen from above. Heather said, "You did put on quite a show. Poor Cindy looked exhausted. It must have taken you forever to cum." She reached out and took the soap from his hand, then began to rub it slowly across her son's chest. "A big difference from the sudden explosion this morning. " Chris had the grace to blush a bit. He said, "Well...the more times I cum, then the longer it takes for each one." "I see," she said. "And just how many times did you do it today?" Chris took her hand and began to slide it lower on his body. "Well, let's see, said Chris. "I did it once before I got up this morning. And then the one you saw. I did it again in the shower, You really turned me on, Mom. And then, after the ball game, I did it with Cindy in the shower at her house. Then we went to a soft porn movie. Cindy couldn't keep her hands off me. She jerked me off during the flick. Then we came back here. By then it must have taken me two hours to cum the last three times. " Heather’s hand finally found itself caressing Chris’s beautiful cock. When she had worked it into a full pulsing hardness, Heather found that she couldn’t begin to get her fingers around it. She lifted one leg and propped it against the side of the shower. It took some effort to pull his cock down to the level of her cunt. It felt as if she were trying to stuff a hot, slick billiard ball into place as she eased the head of her son's cock into her pussy. "Don’t be in any big hurry," Heather moaned as Chris began to slowly and thoroughly fuck his mother. END !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WARNING! NEVER, NEVER practice unsafe sex. In this day and age, it is just plain stupid to have unprotected sex with strangers. This story is for entertainment not to be imitated. You only have one body per life time... Take good care of it... Kristen !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!