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Just Do It 
by Zombie Nights (zombienight@hotmail.com)

***

Several girls at college had sucked Mark's cock and two 
of the women teachers there had sucked him off quite 
frequently. And right there in his neighborhood, several 
married women, two of them his mother's very close 
friends, had sucked his cock. But his mother could put 
them all to shame. Whenever she blew him, which was 
pretty often, he knew beyond any doubt that he'd been 
worked over by the very best. (MF, inc, mast, oral, 
anal, voy, bd)

***

Chapter 1
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It was past eleven and if a stranger had been in 
Tuttleville that evening he would have assumed that most 
of the people who lived there went to bed with the 
chickens. He would have been right, even if they didn't 
go right to sleep after they got into bed.

Maple Street, which was in one of the town's nicer 
residential areas, was in darkness, except for the 
lights that glowed in several upstairs windows. At 
number 212 which was the Baker residence, a light shined 
in the upstairs' window that was Mrs. Baker's bedroom. 
Inside, Dorothy Baker was giggling instead of sleeping. 
She couldn't help giggling when she was being tickled, 
and right now she was giggling uncontrollably.

"Oh Mark, stop!" she gasped, trying to catch her breath. 
"Please, no more... don't."

She was naked and face down on the bed, her head and 
shoulders resting on the mattress, her beautiful blonde 
hair in disarray. But she was on her knees, so that her 
rear end was sticking up in the air. Pressed up close 
behind her, Mark was sitting between her calves, his 
legs stretched out on either side of her. He had a firm 
loving grip on her smooth satiny buns with his face 
thrust from time to time, into the groove between the 
round fleshy globes of her ass.

"No more now," said Dorothy. "Take it easy."

"I thought you liked analingus, Mom," said Mark with a 
laugh.

"My, what a fancy name for running your tongue up and 
down the crack of your mother's bum, and kissing and 
licking all over and around her butthole," Dorothy 
replied, breathing heavily. "You know I like it, or I 
wouldn't be letting you do it. My God, if our neighbors 
could see us like this. You'd think that doing naughty 
things with my son is something I'd be used to by now."

"Gosh, Mom, I thought I'd found all your ticklish spots. 
I never knew about this one before."

"Well you know about it now. Gimme a break."

"How come I've never found this ticklish spot before, 
Mom?" asked Mark. "It doesn't bother you when I put my 
prick up your bumhole. And I've been fucking you in the 
ass for the past two years. Since..."

"Your eighteenth birthday," Dorothy cut in. "It was your 
present. I knew you wanted it."

"Yeah," said Mark with a laugh. "Dad had to catch a 
plane right after supper, and I slept with you that 
night."

"Like hell you slept with me," said Dorothy. "You didn't 
sleep at all. But you did lots of other things, you bad 
boy. I let you get into bed with me because I was lonely 
there by myself. I expected you to be a gentleman and 
behave yourself. I should have never let you cuddle me 
in your arms when you kissed me goodnight. What a shock 
it was, after, when I realized you wanted to fuck your 
mother."

Mark laughed. "Who do you think you're kidding, Mom? Do 
you think I didn't know what you wanted, when you let me 
get into bed with you? You'd been thinking about that 
for a long time. You even said that there was nothing 
wrong with a boy sleeping with his mother, as long as 
Dad never found out about it. Then when Dad went out of 
town on that business trip, you told me that was our 
chance to do it."

A sly smile spread across Dorothy's face. "Isn't that 
typical? Blame it on your mother, pretend it was all my 
idea. What did you expect me to do, after you got me all 
hot and excited? Push you out of bed and make you go 
back to your own room?"

"What I expected was just what you did. What we did."

"What you did," Dorothy corrected. "Then in the wee 
hours of the morning, when you had me so pooped out I 
couldn't do anything about it, you put your thing up my 
rear end."

"You suggested it, Mom. You said that was my special 
birthday present, from a loving mother to her son."

Dorothy laughed. "If you say so. Anyway, you've been 
fascinated with your mother's bum ever since."

"So how come I never discovered this ticklish spot until 
now?"

"Because it's only recently that you started kissing and 
licking me back there. Running your tongue up and down 
the crack like you do, you were bound to slide your 
tongue over it sooner or later."

"You mean I can't kiss and lick you back here anymore?"

"Heavens, don't even suggest such a terrible thought, 
darling. I like it when you kiss my asshole and lick all 
over and around it. And I like it when you run your 
tongue up and down my crack. Just be careful to avoid my 
ticklish spot, that's all."

"Okay, Mom. I'll be careful," Mark promised.

Sitting as he was, his long stiff erection was sticking 
out in front of him and almost poking his mother in the 
belly. It reached nearly to her tits. Suddenly her hand 
reached under her and seized it in a firm grip.

"You better believe you'll be careful," she said with a 
gleeful laugh. "If you touch my ticklish spot again, 
I'll pull this thing out by the roots."

"Wow! Be careful how you handle that, Mom. It's fully 
charged," Mark warned her.

But in spite of the warning, the inevitable happened. 
Mark ran his tongue up and down the crack of his 
mother's ass and slid right over her sensitive ticklish 
spot. His mother let out a piercing shriek and pulled on 
his cock. Mark shot off his load and a torrent of come 
spurted out beneath her.

"Now look what you've done," she scolded. "You've got 
your hot gooey stuff all over my belly and my tits, even 
up under my chin, for heaven's sake."

"Sorry, Mom," Mark panted. "You know how I love the feel 
of your fingers on my cock. And when you pulled on it 
like that, while my mouth was in the crack of your ass, 
it just felt so good."

Dorothy rolled over and slid off the bed. "Well just for 
that, you can clean it off. Come on. You're taking a 
shower with me."

That didn't offend her son in the least. He scrambled to 
his feet, followed her into the bathroom and into the 
shower stall. As soon as his mother had her shower cap 
on, so she wouldn't get her hair wet and spend the rest 
of the night drying it, Mark turned on the water and 
adjusted it to a comfortable degree of warmth.

"I think you did that on purpose, just so you could take 
the soap and run your hands all over me," his mother 
accused.

She really had no cause to complain that he took so much 
time soaping her tits, her cunt and the crack of her 
ass, because she then in turn, spent just as much time 
working a thick lather all over his cock and his balls.

"Do you think Dad ever wonders if we take showers 
together, Mom?" Mark said, teasing her.

"Funny boy!" Dorothy replied, pulling his foreskin back 
so she could wash around the head of his cock. "If your 
father even suspected you were getting into the shower 
with your mother, he'd throw you out of the house and 
divorce me!"

"That might not be such a bad idea," said Mark. "The 
divorce, I mean. Then I could get into bed with you 
every night, instead of just when Dad is out of town on 
business. And when we fuck in the afternoon, we wouldn't 
have to worry about him coming home early and catching 
us doing it."

"There's small chance I'll ever divorce your father," 
Dorothy told him, working a thick lather around his 
balls. "One of the few things I appreciate about your 
father is that he provides us with a very good income 
which enables us to live quite comfortably and allows 
you to stay home with your mother and fuck her everyday, 
instead of having to get a job. All things considered, 
we have a good thing going here, and I don't even mind 
too much that your father has a hot thing going with 
that secretary of his."

"Yeah, Dad sure can pick 'em," said Mark. "That young 
cunt of a secretary is sure something. But that hot 
looking piece of ass has a husband who's built like a 
Mack truck and if he ever finds out his sexy young wife 
is being screwed at the office every day by her boss, 
Dad is going to come home someday with his head shoved 
up his ass."

"That's his problem, not ours," said Dorothy. "What we 
have to be concerned about is that he never finds out 
his horny son is screwing his mother whenever he's alone 
with her. And pray that he never finds out you're 
putting your thing up your mother's rear end. That would 
really drive him up the wall. He thinks anal sex is 
perverted, depraved and sick."

Mark grinned at her. "Maybe it is, but it sure feels 
good." Pressing up against her and holding her firmly by 
her hips, he added, "I know something else that's 
perverted, depraved and sick."

"You do? Whatever could that be?" asked Dorothy, going 
along with him.

"Fucking my mother standing up, in the shower!"

With a little laugh, Dorothy replied, "You can't do that 
as easy as you could two years ago, when we were the 
same height. You're getting too tall. Doesn't it bother 
you when you have to keep your knees bent like that?"

"This is what bothers me, Mom," he said, rubbing the 
head of his tool along the lips of her pussy. "It 
bothers me so much that I can't stay away from it."

Then his prick went up into her and Dorothy let out a 
little squeal of delight. Her arms entwined about his 
neck as he went up in deeper and while she made little 
mewling sounds of pleasure, his hands reached around 
behind her and took a firm hold on her ass. When he was 
in right to his balls, Dorothy was up on her tip-toes 
and even then it appeared that he might lift her up from 
the floor. 

Her son had a strong prick, strong enough that she could 
be impaled on it. Her open mouth pressed onto his in a 
lewd and erotic kiss. Her tongue shot in past his lips. 
When his tongue came out to meet it, she sucked on it, 
like her pussy was sucking on his solid length of cock, 
as if she was trying to pull him into her from both 
ends.

Because her son was pushing against her and had her 
braced against the wall, and because he had a firm hold 
on both globes of her butt, Dorothy was able to lift one 
leg and wrap it around him. That was followed by the 
other one and she locked her ankles behind his back. 

Supporting some of her weight with her arms about his 
neck, she hung on her son's frame like a monkey climbing 
a palm tree. Mark moved one hand on her butt just enough 
that he could get a finger all the way up her ass. Now 
he had his mother almost crazy with lust and passion.

Her ass churned around in his strong grip, moving up and 
down on his cock. She kissed his face, neck and 
shoulders, panted and gasped, and babbled incoherently. 
She was sailing through an orgasm, one that tickled her 
in all her intimate parts. It was intense, like it 
always was when she did it with her son in this 
position. It didn't stop here. 

Moments later he brought her through a second time, then 
after that, just as she was getting off a third time, he 
shot off his load. Dorothy squealed, shrieked and even 
laughed, which always convinced Mark that his mother 
loved it when he fucked her standing up.

"You want me to put you down?" he panted sometime later.

"No!" Dorothy replied, still breathless. "Do it to me 
again. Oh God, you're fabulous! Wouldn't I love to see 
the look on your father's face, if he could see us like 
this."

"If Dad were to stick his head in this shower stall 
right now and see what we're doing, I'd go right down 
the drain hole," said Mark.

Dorothy laughed. "Shut up and fuck your mother. Oh God, 
you're splitting me in two, but I love it!"

He did it to her a second time and when he was finally 
finished with her, Dorothy was ready to let her feet 
back onto the floor of the shower stall. They were both 
so hot and steamy, and smelling of sex, they had to turn 
on the water and shower a second time.

A short while later they were back in the bedroom, 
drying each other off. When they tossed the towels 
aside, Dorothy sat on the side of the bed and smiled up 
at her son.

"You're awfully good to your mother, you know that?" she 
said. "You're a hot and horny young stud who's cock 
never stays soft. And you're all mine. You're mother's 
wonderful young man and she not only loves you with a 
passion, she also loves your wonderful hard cock!"

She sat with her legs apart, her tits thrust forward 
with the stiffened nipples like two big wondrous eyes 
staring at him. He grinned back at her and moved between 
her legs, saying, "It's easy to be a stud when a guy has 
a hot and sexy, gorgeous-looking mother like you to 
inspire him."

She reached out and wrapped the fingers of one hand 
around his stiffly erect cock and started a slow 
jerking-off motion. Then she stopped, leaned forward and 
gave it a loving kiss, right on the bulbous-shaped head. 
The other hand came up and cupped his balls, while her 
mouth slipped over the head and she began teasing it 
with her tongue and sucking it.

Mark's breath caught in his throat as he realized his 
mother wasn't just fooling around. She was going to suck 
his cock in earnest, which meant that he was going to 
get one of her all out, no-holds-barred, fabulous blow 
jobs. He knew what that was like from past experience 
and as far as he was concerned, it was ten times better 
than anything he'd ever had from anyone else.

Several girls at college had sucked his cock and two of 
the women teachers there sucked him off quite 
frequently. And right here in his neighborhood, several 
married women, two of them his mother's very close 
friends, had sucked his cock. But his mother could put 
them all to shame. Whenever she blew him, which was 
pretty often, he knew beyond any doubt that he'd been 
worked over by the very best.

For her part, Dorothy was as thrilled with her son's 
cock as he was with what she was doing with it. It 
always delighted her that no matter if her son had 
fucked her five times or more and had her cunt swimming 
in his juices, when she then sucked him off, his gushing 
charge would hit the back of her throat like it was jet 
propelled.

Mark managed to hold off for all of five minutes, which 
was as long as he could keep from succumbing to the 
delicious sensations his mother was causing to dance 
around in his groin.

"Watch it, Mom!" he groaned. "You're going to get a 
mouthful!"

A mouthful was just what his mother was working so hard 
for, and she got it. As she expected, a spurting torrent 
flooded her mouth and she had to swallow frantically to 
keep from choking on it. She managed that quite nicely 
and while her son looked like he might keel over at any 
moment, her darting tongue expertly cleaned up his 
sagging cock.

She reached out her arms to him and said, "Maybe you'd 
better sit down, before you fall down!"

To which he replied, "I'll kneel down instead. I'm going 
to do you now!"

With that he went down on his knees between her legs, 
much to his mother's delight. He kissed her belly, then 
moved his lips down. He kissed all around her cunt, 
running his lips through her pussy hair, then along one 
leg and up the other. His mother fell back onto the bed, 
spreading her legs wide and exposing her cunt fully to 
her son. Her hands reached out, grabbed ahold of his 
hair that was as blonde as hers, and pulled him tightly 
to her twat. Groaning with pleasure she brought her legs 
up over his shoulders and trapped him there.

"Oh darling," she cooed. "I love it when you eat me."

She had good reason to love it. He had gone this route 
with her countless times before, proving to her time and 
time again how good he was at devouring her cunt. He 
thrust his nose into it and that thrilled her, because 
she knew he was inhaling her feminine scent. What woman 
isn't thrilled to know that her man loves the smell of 
her cunt? Dorothy knew that her son was delighted with 
hers. When he had his fill of her heady scent, he went 
back to licking and kissing her legs.

His mother spread her legs farther still and with the 
hair drawn aside, he could look in past her separated 
cunt-lips. It was a tantalizing sight for any young man 
to see. Then there was no more fooling around. He got 
right down to the business of kissing, licking and 
sucking his mother's cunt and before long, he had her 
popping off every few minutes.

When he had her so that she was no longer sure whether 
she was here in her bedroom or up on a cloud somewhere, 
he got to his feet and leaned over her. Supporting his 
weight on his arms on either side of her, the head of 
his cock came to her moist opening, touched it, and then 
began burrowing its way in.

His mother took it with a sigh of delight, brought her 
legs up over his back again, a motion that brought her 
clear off the bed and up to his belly. Their mouths came 
together in a feverish kiss, while he was feeling her 
jiggling tits with both hands.

In this awkward position her son was in, she found that 
she had to do most of the work, which she was only too 
happy to do. She did it fantastically well. Mark shot 
off his load at the same moment she sailed into her 
climax, and he fell sideways onto the bed. She clung to 
him, like she never wanted him to get away from her. Her 
leg was locked about him so that his cock would stay in 
her, until it had been drained of every last drop of his 
juices.

"Oh Mark," she cooed softly sometime later, as she lay 
snuggled in his arms. "If other mothers knew how happy I 
am right now and how good I feel, they'd all be getting 
into bed with their sons!"

"You think maybe they aren't?" Mark chuckled.

Surprised, she looked at him. "You're putting me on."

"Do you think you're the only mother who ever thought of 
letting her son screw her?"

"Well..."

"This is a new age we're living in, Mom. Everybody is 
screwing everybody else these days."

"What makes you think that?" Dorothy asked.

"Back at college the dean gets all the pussy he wants," 
said Mark. "The girls are fucking the male teachers and 
the guys are fucking the women teachers. Even the 
janitor has a cot set up behind the furnace, so he can 
screw whatever hot pussy that finds its way there for a 
quickie between classes. One girl told me that back home 
her mother caught her in bed with her father and she was 
so jealous and made life so unpleasant, she was glad to 
get back to college. Another girl told me that she and 
her brother fucked each other for a whole year, before 
she had to leave for college."

"My God!" Dorothy gasped.

"So what we're doing isn't so far out as you might have 
thought," said Mark. "It's the most natural thing in the 
world for a boy to fuck his mother, if she wants him 
to."

"That might be the way it is at college," Dorothy 
conceded. "But I'm sure that's not the way it is here in 
Tuttleville."

"That's what you think," said Mark, grinning at her.

"You know somebody around here who's screwing his 
mother?" Dorothy challenged.

"Sure. Brian Overton. He's been screwing his mother even 
longer than I've been making it with you."

His mother looked shocked. "I can't believe that of Mary 
Anne. She'd never allow her son to take liberties like 
that."

Mark laughed. "Well, that's good. If she's got you and 
everyone else fooled with that innocent, respectable 
look of hers, there's a good chance you've got everyone 
fooled, too. You look just as respectable and goody-
goody as she does. Who would ever suspect that your son 
is humping you, even getting his prick up your rear end, 
when Dad isn't around?"

"How come you know about Brian and his mother?" Dorothy 
asked.

"Well, Brian and I are good buddies," said Mark. "And I 
went over to see him one afternoon. I went up to the 
front door and pushed the bell button but I guess it 
wasn't working. I could hear sounds in there, but I 
didn't hear the doorbell. Well, instead of knocking, I 
looked in the front window."

"Shame on you!" said Dorothy.

"Yeah, I don't know what made me do that," Mark agreed. 
"But what I saw really made me flip."

"What did you see?" asked Dorothy eagerly.

Mark laughed. "See? It's terrible for me to peek in a 
window, but it's all right for you to be curious about 
what I saw."

"Oh stop teasing me and tell me what you saw," said 
Dorothy impatiently.

"I saw Brian and his mother," said Mark. "And they were 
both naked. I couldn't believe it. They were on that 
thick white rug they have in front of their couch in the 
living room. Brian was on his back and his mother was 
above him, in the sixty-nine position. I couldn't see 
Brian's face at that point, because he had it buried in 
his mother's crotch. His arms were around her bare ass, 
pulling her down onto him. 

"Mrs. Overton must have liked it, because she was 
wriggling her ass around like crazy. But she was busy 
too. She was sprawled out on top of him, those big tits 
of hers flattened against Brian's chest, and she had his 
cock in her mouth. Boy, she was sucking on it like you 
wouldn't believe."

"My God!" Dorothy gasped. "Mary Anne, of all people. I 
never would have guessed it."

"It got better and better," said Mark. "I guess they 
brought each other off, because they were wriggling, 
twisting and sliding all over that rug. Then they 
finally broke apart and lay there panting and gasping."

"You'd think Mary Anne would be smart enough to draw the 
shades, if she's going to carry on like that," said 
Dorothy. "My God, if word of that ever got around, she'd 
be disgraced."

"Yeah," Mark agreed. "This town isn't ready for the news 
that a mother sucks her son's cock, and that a guy eats 
his mother's pussy. I'm sure glad you're careful about 
drawing the shades, when we're fooling around 
downstairs."

"Or even up here," said Dorothy "I was getting dressed 
the other day and I saw this man looking right in the 
window at me. He was doing something on the roof of the 
house next door."

"Well, watch out!" said Mark. "I don't want men looking 
at my mother when she's naked."

Dorothy laughed. "Come on, tell me more about Mary Anne 
and her son."

"Well, for a long time they lay on that rug, cuddled up 
in each other's arms, kissing and fondling each other 
like she was Brian's girlfriend, instead of his mother. 
Mrs. Overton was playing with his cock and pretty soon 
it stiffened right up. Then Brian climbed on top of her 
and fucked her!"

"And you watched?"

"I watched the whole thing," Mark admitted. "They fucked 
three times that afternoon, first him on top, then her 
on top of him. Then he did it to her doggy fashion. 
Finally I thought it best to leave. I didn't think 
they'd be at it much longer, because by then it was 
almost time for Mr. Overton to pull into the driveway. I 
didn't want him catching me on the front porch, staring 
into the living room window."

"A wise decision," Dorothy agreed.

"Well, seeing that made a big change in my life," Mark 
told his mother. "That's how I was able to make it with 
you. I had the hots for you real bad, Mom, but I didn't 
have the guts to try anything. Then after I found out 
Brian was screwing his mother, I had the nerve to let 
you know what I was thinking about."

Dorothy laughed. "I remember how you started sending out 
signals, grabbing a feel of your mother's tits, patting 
me on the ass. I couldn't believe it at first. Then I 
began to realize you wanted to go to bed with me."

"Were you shocked, Mom?"

"I was shocked at myself," said Dorothy. "I was feeling 
hot and horny for my own son. Then when it became clear 
that you felt the same way about me, I began asking 
myself what would be so wrong with us going to bed 
together, as long as your father never found out about 
it."

"So don't you think other mothers are thinking the same 
things about their sons?" asked Mark.

"I suppose you're right. It doesn't seem logical that 
we're the only one's doing it."

"Us and the Overtons," said Mark.

Dorothy laughed. "Right!"

Mark grinned at her. "This little town of Tuttleville 
might look like a quiet place on the outside, but inside 
the houses, while the men are at work, it might be a 
pretty swinging place."

Dorothy looked at her son and laughed. "It's a swinging 
place here in the Baker residence right now, while your 
father is out of town."

It was almost midnight when Brian Overton felt a hand on 
his cock. Then the fingers gently fondled and caressed 
it, which caused it to spring swiftly erect. There was 
nothing like the feel of a loving hand on his prick to 
wake him up, he thought as he roused himself from sleep 
and smiled at his mother lying naked beside him.

Only that afternoon he had arrived home from college. 
His school year was over and college was out for the 
summer. He hadn't seen his mother since six weeks ago, 
when she flew up to his college town to visit him. They 
got a room in a motel, where they fucked each other 
silly throughout the entire weekend. He had looked 
forward to being home with her ever since she got on the 
plane for her trip back. He promised himself that as 
soon as he got home he would strip his mother's clothes 
off, get her onto the bed and screw her so many times, 
both he and his mother would be completely fucked out.

That was just about the way it happened. Their sex 
session began almost as soon as he dropped his bags on 
the floor in the hallway and closed the front door. His 
mother threw herself into his arms and while they 
kissed, he had one hand on her ass and the other up 
under her dress, feeling her cunt. Luck was really with 
him that day. His sister was away at camp, his father 
had left on a business trip that would keep him out of 
town for over six weeks, and he had his mother all to 
himself.

As soon as they were naked on the bed, he didn't try 
anything fancy. He didn't eat her pussy for an hour, 
like he usually did before he fucked her. And she didn't 
suck his cock, just gave it a warm loving kiss. Then she 
lay back with her legs wide apart so he could mount her. 
It hadn't taken long, because he wanted to fuck her so 
bad he was trigger-happy. He shot off his load as soon 
as his prick was in her, but his mother was right there 
with him, thrashing about beneath him and crying out 
with the joyful sensations of her climax.

He couldn't believe she had gotten off that quickly and 
for some silly reason, he got the idea she was faking 
it, so as not to make him feel bad about not having 
brought her off. So he used his finger on her afterward 
and kept kissing her and sucking on her delectable tits, 
until he was convinced that her writhing and pitching in 
his embrace meant she was really getting off. 

She couldn't get over his consideration. His father, she 
told him, only worried about his own fun. He didn't seem 
to care whether she got hers or not. It was her son's 
consideration, which he showed in so many ways, that 
caused her to want him to screw her in the first place, 
a little over two years ago. That was when she 
conveniently ignored the fact that she was his mother 
and used her womanly charms to lure him into bed with 
her, one night when his sister and his father weren't 
home.

That first time left her absolutely amazed. She couldn't 
believe anyone could make her feel that good. Her son 
had fucked her far better than his father, or anyone 
else, ever had. And from that day on, regardless of the 
fact that she was his mother and he was her son, she 
considered herself his woman and he was her man. During 
that first year while he was a senior in high school, 
they fucked like two lovers on their honeymoon, whenever 
they were alone together.

After his arrival home earlier that day, after their 
first fuck and after he'd fingered her to another 
climax, Brian and his mother lay together for the 
longest time, she with her legs wrapped about him and 
her fingers running through his dark hair, while he 
buried his face in the cleavage of her soft pillowy 
tits. After her hand reached for his cock a little later 
on, she caressed it with her fingers and made it obvious 
she wanted him to fuck her again.

The second time, to make it last longer, she had laid 
with her ass on a pillow at the edge of the bed. She had 
her legs high and her feet resting on her son's 
shoulders, and he moved up between her thighs and pushed 
his prick into her, as he leaned over her. Being an 
awkward position for him, it had taken longer than a 
more normal position would have, but that pleased his 
mother all the more.

Mary Anne Overton was as thrilled with her son's cock as 
he was with her hot pussy. Between kisses she whispered 
words of love and affection and didn't hesitate in 
telling him how much she loved having his cock in her, 
how she loved its enormous length, it's bigness, and 
enjoyed the feeling of it sliding back and forth in her. 
She even liked the way his big hairy balls touched and 
tickled her bum-hole, when he had his prick in her as 
far as it would go. And she liked being crushed, her 
legs up over his shoulders, as they climaxed together 
and ended up rolling all over the bed in a heated 
frenzy.

They had to rest after that one and he had fallen asleep 
with his arms around her ass and his face pushed in 
between her warm soft tits. Mary Anne, with her legs 
about her son and her hands holding his head tightly to 
her boobs, dropped off to sleep, too.

But they weren't asleep now. Mary Anne awakened and 
while she lay comfortably beside her son, she began 
playing with his cock. Soon she felt it stiffen and then 
she discovered his eyes were open and he was smiling at 
her.

"I didn't mean to waken you, darling," she said in a 
soft sensuous voice. "It's just that I find it very 
difficult to keep my hands off your cock, after you've 
been so good to me and used it so beautifully. You go 
back to sleep now, dear. You must be exhausted, after 
all the naughty things you've been doing to your 
mother."

Brian grinned at her as his cock stiffened in her hand. 
"It's too late now, Mom. You think I can go back to 
sleep now, with this boner?"

Playfully she ran her hand through his hair that was as 
dark as hers, and kissed him. "You aren't going to be 
mean to your mother and make her take care of this 
erection all over again, are you?" she teased.

"You're the reason it gets hard all the time, so you're 
the one who should soothe and comfort it," Brian said 
firmly.

She pressed her big soft tits up against his chest. 
Their mouths came together and she wriggled her warm 
pussy up against his now solid cock. She raised one leg 
and brought it up over him and when she did that, the 
head of his prick touched her open cunt and began 
pushing its way up into her. She wriggled and squirmed 
against him until she had his entire shaft up in her. 
Then using lewd and lascivious words to express her 
feelings, feelings a mother shouldn't have had for her 
son, she told him again, as she had many times before, 
how much she loved being fucked by her own adorable son.

He began fucking her slow and easy, the way his mother 
liked it most of the time. At other times she liked it 
hard and fast, and almost violent. But right now she 
liked the slow steady pace, moving in harmony with his 
prick sliding back and forth inside her.

Lying on her side facing him, pressed up tightly against 
him with his shaft up in her, she covered his face, neck 
and shoulder with loving kisses. He moved her shoulder 
back a little so he could get his hand onto one of her 
beautiful tits. He began rubbing it gently, tickling the 
stiffened nipple with his fingers. Moving his mouth 
close to it, he pushed her tit up and started licking 
and kissing it. When he sucked on her nipple, his mother 
was fit to be tied. If she could have taken his prick in 
any deeper, she would have. Her hot pussy, with his cock 
imbedded in it, pushed hard against his groin. She 
moaned a little and caressed his head with her hands.

He rolled her over onto her back, keeping his cock in 
her to the hilt and moved his mouth so that he could 
give her other tit equal time and attention. His mother 
groaned again and brought her legs up around his back. 
His balls rested in the crack of her ass and he thought 
for a moment she was trying to take them in too, the way 
she was wriggling her round shapely ass.

When she pulled his head up, which caused her tit to 
flop down again, she brought her mouth to his for more 
moist, tongue-probing kisses. Her legs moved down past 
his buttocks, rubbing along the backs of his legs, and 
she was spread out beautifully.

Brian was already in his mother's cunt as deep as he 
could be and from the ecstatic expression on her lovely 
face, she was having the time of her life. Her hands 
reached around him and down, and rubbed his buttocks. 
She reached down from there, got hold of his balls and 
played with them. When she let them go she rubbed the 
insides of his legs, running her fingers right up to the 
base of his shaft. Her movements pressed her warm tits 
more firmly against his chest. 

She brought her hands up and ran them along his body, 
from his arms down to his hips, and Brian moaned. He 
loved it when his mother was feeling him all over. He 
had enjoyed doing the same thing to her, and to other 
women, and it felt good now, having her do it to him. 
Then she grabbed his buttocks and made several humping 
movements with her cunt, which told him she was reaching 
her peak and was ready for him to drive her over the 
edge.

But he could tell there was something else she wanted, 
as she slowly raised her lower body up to him. Realizing 
what it was, he thrust his hands between her and the 
mattress, got a good grip on the cheeks of her ass, 
pulled her tight against him and rolled her over. She 
was on top of him, her belly on his, her tits lying on 
his chest, her mouth pressed onto his in another hot 
searing kiss. Her legs were outside his and she began to 
move her hips slowly up and down.

She pulled her pussy up until just the head of his cock 
was left in, then she slowly eased it down. Almost as if 
she wanted to see how much of his cock she could let 
free without losing it, she moved her cunt up and down, 
up and down. It nearly drove Brian out of his mind. Each 
time the lips of her twat came up to the rim of the head 
of his cock, he felt a new thrill. 

He could sense that his mother was doing everything she 
could to please him. But at the same time, she was 
getting a charge out of it, too. Anyway, she pulled her 
cunt up until it was almost free of his cock, then she 
did the up and down thing faster and faster.

When she felt her son getting close to shooting off his 
load, she went down all the way, taking his prick up 
into her right to his balls. Then she started moving her 
body with full seriousness, bringing herself to a climax 
at the same time. Brian was working with her and when he 
flooded her cunt with his hot gushing charge, there was 
no doubt in his mind that his hot and sexy mother got 
off at the same time he did. A joyful shriek, making her 
intense pleasure known, came from her lips. Then she 
sprawled out on top of him, her full round ass quivering 
and shaking.

Some time later, each one was lying back, stretched out 
close to the other. Brian had a hand on one of her tits, 
while his mother was holding on to his cock. Their 
breathing had returned to normal and both looked quite 
pleased at what they had just done.

"Oh, I feel so wicked," said his mother with a satisfied 
grin.

"Why?" asked Brian, smiling back at her.

"Because of what we're doing, of course," she said. "My 
god, how shocked our friends and neighbors would be if 
they could see us now. Or worse yet, if they could have 
seen us a few minutes ago."

Brian laughed. "It's a good thing for us that they 
can't."

"I shouldn't be doing this, you know. Not with my own 
son."

Brian chuckled. "I don't think you're too worried about 
it, are you, Mom? There wouldn't be much point to it, 
since I've been fucking you for the past two years. That 
first year, while I was still in high school, was really 
great. We'd do it every afternoon as soon as I got home 
from school. We had two whole hours alone together, 
before Dad got home from the office. And there were 
those times when Dad was out of town on business and I 
slept with you while he was gone. When school was out 
for the summer, then we really got into it. Instead of 
getting a job, I stayed home with you."

Mary Anne laughed. "I was sure you were going to wear 
your mother out. You scared me at first, you were so 
obsessed with sex. As soon as your father was out of the 
house in the morning, you wanted it, and more often than 
not we were still going at it when his car pulled into 
the driveway at six the same evening. Who could blame 
him for being pissed off at me because supper wasn't 
even started?"

Brian grinned at her. "Well, you had plenty of time to 
rest up after I went off to college. But I sure enjoyed 
it when you flew up a couple of times a month to be with 
me. I'll never forget those wonderful weekends alone 
with you in a motel room!"

"Neither will I," said Mary Anne. "We were like two 
lovers, instead of mother and son."

"So it's a little late to be telling yourself that we 
shouldn't be doing this," said Brian.

"I know, but I have to keep reminding myself, because it 
all seems so normal," Mary Anne explained. "It feels 
like the most natural thing in the world for you and me 
to be having sex together. And if I start thinking that 
it is, I might let something slip to your father or 
someone else, that I don't want known."

Brian laughed and replied, "You're right. That could be 
a problem. I can just picture you and Dad sitting 
together in the living room some night, and he tells you 
something humorous that happened at the office. Then you 
say, 'A funny thing took place this afternoon, while I 
was upstairs in my room and my son was fucking me.'"

"Smart ass!" said Mary Anne, pulling his hair playfully.

"So much for thinking we shouldn't be doing what we're 
doing," said Brian.

"Well nevertheless," Mary Anne replied, "of all the 
mothers I know, not one of them would dream of doing 
with their sons, what I just did with you."

Brian raised up on one elbow and grinned at her. "You 
think you're the only mother in this town who's letting 
her son fuck her?"

"I'm sure of it."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Why, you only have to look at the mothers I know, to 
see how highly moral and respectable they are," said 
Mary Anne. "Not one of them would ever have a sexy 
thought concerning her son, I'm certain."

"Appearances don't mean a thing, Mom," Brian told her. 
"There isn't a woman in this town who looks more 
innocent and respectable than you do. And yet you've 
been having a grand time, doing all kinds of naughty 
things with your son. You can't tell what goes on behind 
closed doors. Anyone passing this house would never 
dream that you and I are lying here naked, in the same 
bed."

"You mean it's possible that...?"

"Well, if a mother and her son are screwing, they aren't 
going to tell anyone about it. They'll keep it a secret, 
naturally, just like we're doing. And the mother will 
look just as innocent and respectable as you do, won't 
she?"

Mary Anne looked at her son with a mischievous smile. 
"All right, smarty. Of all the boys around here who are 
your age and whom you know quite well, which one do you 
think is screwing his mother?"

Brian thought for a moment. "Well, I remember back when 
I was in high school, Mark Baker and I were walking home 
from high school and we were talking about cunt, like 
guys do. Then he let it slip that he was hot for his 
mother. He'd seen her coming out of the shower bare-
assed naked and the sight of her really turned him on. 
He thought of letting her know that he wanted to fuck 
her, but he was afraid she might get all shook up and 
tell his father. Then he realized he'd told me too much 
and he tried to make me believe that he'd only been 
pulling my leg."

Mary Anne sat up in bed and looked thoughtfully at her 
son. "Well, that doesn't mean anything. Boys have 
fantasies. They fantasize about having sex with certain 
girls, even their mothers. It's quite natural for a boy 
to want to fuck his mother, if she's good-looking and 
has a nice figure. And Dorothy Baker is a knockout. A 
marble statue would get a hard-on if she walked past it. 
That doesn't mean her son is screwing her."

"Yeah, but the thing is," said Brian, "Mark always hung 
out with the guys after school. Then a short time after 
he told me that, he stopped hanging around. As soon as 
school was out, he headed straight home. And nobody saw 
him again until the next day at school. He'd go right 
home and be alone with his mother for two hours or more, 
before his old man got home from the office."

"Like you did with me," Mary Anne reminded him.

"Yeah."

Mary Anne looked like she was deep in thought for a 
moment. "Hmmm, that's interesting. Dorothy is a good 
friend of mine. She told me in strict confidence one 
time that Stanley didn't make it all that good for her 
in bed, for one thing, and he didn't do it as often as 
she needed it, for another. Women talk about sex, too, 
you know."

"Yeah, I know," said Brian with a big grin. "You should 
hear how the girls in high school talk about cocks, 
whether this guy has a big one, or whether that guy 
knows how to use it, and which one is doing it to who."

"Well, anyway," said Mary Anne, not letting her son get 
her off the subject, "Shortly after that, I noticed that 
Dorothy no longer looked frustrated. She looked happy, 
satisfied and content, like she was getting all she 
needed. Yet, there was never a rumor going around that 
she was having an affair, that she was getting something 
on the side. She wasn't meeting a man somewhere, while 
her husband was at work!"

"She didn't need to," said Brian. "Her son Mark was 
taking care of her pussy every afternoon when he got 
home from schools."

"I wonder..."

"Well, what does it add up to? It means that Mark 
started screwing his mother, about the same time that I 
began making it with you."

"It's hard to believe," said Mary Anne. "Dorothy looks 
like the type who would never dream of doing anything 
like that. Not with her own son!"

"Didn't you say earlier today, shortly after I got home, 
that Dad and Stanley Baker went on this business trip 
together?" asked Brian.

"Yes. Why?"

"That means that Mark Baker and his mother are alone in 
their house together, just like we are. And right now, 
this very minute, in the middle of the night, is Mark 
asleep in his own room, or in bed with his mother?"

Mary Anne laughed. "Like you're here in bed with your 
mother?"

"Right!"

Mary Anne looked at her son with a lewd smile. "If 
Dorothy's son is in bed with her, what do you suppose 
they are doing right now?"

"Well, they're probably both naked, like we are," said 
Brian. "And maybe he's got his arms around her like 
this... and maybe he's getting on top of her... like 
this!"

Mary Anne giggled as she reached for her son's cock. 
"And maybe Dorothy has a hold of her son's dong, like 
this, and guiding it for him, so he can shove it into 
her -"

"Like this!" Brian gasped, as his quivering erection 
went up into his mother's cunt.


Chapter 2
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All the big publishing houses are not located in New 
York City. One of the biggest, Findley House, has its 
offices in a much smaller city, Denton, because its 
founder and chief stockholder, Paul T. Findley, wanted 
to be able to get off to the mountains or the seashore, 
without spending all his time traveling. As the company 
became more successful, due to the fact that it printed 
a good many books of a sexual and erotic nature, Findley 
House soon took over the entire sixth floor of the 
Palmer Building in downtown Denton.

In Paul Findley's spacious and luxurious office, best-
selling books were born. Usually a book began as a germ 
of an idea in the sexually obsessed mind of Findley 
himself. The privacy he needed to come up with such 
ideas was assured by his secretary, sexy and attractive 
Mrs. Walters - Margo, who guarded his door like it was 
the entrance to Fort Knox. The only way anyone could get 
past her and into Findley's sanctuary, was by invitation 
from the great man himself.

When the idea for a book sprang from Findley's mind, it 
was carefully nurtured, or as some of his staff 
inelegantly put it, kicked around to see what it would 
do. When the idea was proven sound, which meant that 
Findley decided to do it, research was begun. Then a 
writer was selected to put it all together.

Not all ideas came from Findley. Of his stable of 
writers, one of them, Laura Stevens, was unique. She 
didn't need to have Findley hand her a project. She had 
a lot of sexy ideas herself. These she presented to 
Findley and was always successful in getting him to let 
her go ahead with them. Her previous four books, all 
best-sellers, were proof to Findley and everyone else, 
that her ideas were sound.

Needless to say that whenever Laura called on Paul 
Findley, his secretary Margo Walters, understood that 
her employer's invitation, as far as Laura was 
concerned, was a standing one.

So on this particular summer morning that was already 
filled with warm sunshine, Brian Overton and his mother 
were still in bed furiously fucking, after which she 
would get up and start making breakfast. Two blocks 
over, at the Baker residence, Dorothy Baker was having 
difficulty preparing breakfast for her and her son. 

She was naked and young Mark was playfully chasing his 
mother around the kitchen, grabbing her tits and feeling 
her cunt. While that was going on, four hundred miles 
from there in the city of Denton, Paul Findley, looking 
fit and handsome for a man of his years, smoothed back 
his grey hair and pulled in his paunch, as his secretary 
ushered in a very attractive young woman and said, "Mrs. 
Stevens, sir."

"Won't you sit down, Mrs. Stevens? The couch here is the 
most comfortable," said Findley, smiling like a man who 
was contemplating getting into her panties.

The young woman seated herself on the couch and when the 
secretary departed, closing the door behind her, she 
smiled up at him and said, "Really, Paul, must you be so 
formal? I know it's for your secretary's benefit, but 
she's nobody's fool. If she was, you wouldn't have her 
working for you, even if she is a good lay. I'm sure she 
realizes that I know as well as she does, how 
comfortable this couch is. You've had me sprawled out on 
it often enough, with my panties on the floor and my 
dress up around my neck. And her too, I'm sure."

Findley grinned at her and seated himself beside her. 
His arms went around her and he kissed her fully on the 
mouth. The young woman's arms entwined about his neck 
and when one of Findley's hands moved up between her 
legs, she opened them wide. The gesture wasn't ladylike, 
but one that Findley appreciated.

"You don't have any panties on, Laura," he said in a 
near whisper.

"Panties only get in the way when I come to see you to 
discuss business," Laura replied.

"Your panties never get in my way," said Findley. "How 
do you find married life?"

"I'm not sure I ever did find it, thanks to you," said 
Laura with a mischievous smile. "I'm married to one of 
your valued photographers, whom you keep sending out on 
assignments that keeps him away for weeks, even months 
at a time, so that I'm alone in bed every night. But I'm 
never alone in bed, am I, you horny old devil? When I am 
alone in bed, you crawl into it with me, which is why 
you keep sending my husband off to Madagascar or some 
such place. In the three years I've been married, you've 
fucked me more than my husband has - a lot more!"

Findley grinned at her. "How can you say that? I haven't 
seen you in a whole month. Where in the hell have you 
been?"

"I told you, when I phoned."

"You told me you had a good idea for another book, that 
when you had it finished it would be another fabulous 
best-seller and make even more money than the previous 
one did. Does that have something to do with why you 
haven't been home, and I haven't seen you for a whole 
month?"

"Exactly," said Laura. "I've been looking into things, 
and I've come up with some great facts."

"Your last book had some pretty good facts," said 
Findley, looking quite pleased. "It's a good thing you 
were able to prove everything you said, with all those 
women's groups raising so much hell. I can't blame them 
though, the way you exposed their secrets. After 
everyone read the book, they had the feeling that every 
wife is getting laid when her husband isn't home."

"Well, why shouldn't they be getting laid?" asked Laura. 
"They're only doing the same thing their husbands are 
doing. Their husbands don't pass up any pussy that comes 
their way. Why shouldn't a wife enjoy a stiff cock 
whenever she gets the chance?"

"It's supposed to be her husband's stiff cock she's 
enjoying," said Findley.

"That's just the trouble," Laura replied. "Quite often 
her husband's cock isn't stiff, when she wants it. And 
after they've been married for some years, it's hardly 
ever stiff. It gets hard quick enough for some other 
man's wife, but not for her!"

"I know. I read your book. There aren't many wives who 
are being faithful to their husbands, are there?"

"And there aren't any husbands who are being faithful to 
their wives," Laura told him. "That's what equal rights 
for women is all about. A woman has as much right to 
fuck other guys, as her husband has to fuck other 
women."

"And it works out great for us," said Findley. "We sold 
tons of books to men who wanted to find out what their 
wives are doing while they are at work, and tons more to 
women who wanted to find out what you told about them."

"This next book will cause an even bigger stir," Laura 
assured him. "It's another expose."

"On what?"

"Incest."

Findley looked at her intently. "You're kidding."

"Why would I be kidding?"

"Well hell, what's so fabulous about that? Incest isn't 
a shocker anymore," said Findley. "Everyone knows 
there's some of that going on, and has been all along."

"I didn't say it was something people just started 
doing," Laura informed him. "That's what the book will 
be about, letting people know there's a lot of it going 
on, and that it's been going on for ages. Not everybody 
realizes that. How did you find out it's been going on 
for a long time?"

Findley grinned. "Well, as a matter of fact, my first 
piece of ass was with one of my sisters. We fucked every 
chance we got, until one day my other sisters caught us 
doing it and they wanted in on it too. So from then on I 
was fucking all four of them and I was sure kept busy. 
As we got older we all got married, but that didn't stop 
the girls from letting their brother throw a fuck into 
them, whenever their husbands and my wife weren't 
around. And I'm fifty-eight, so you know how far back 
that goes!"

"And you think that wouldn't make a terrific book?" 
Laura gasped.

Findley shrugged. "Well, maybe it would!"

"Damned right it would," said Laura. "What if our 
research proves that one out of every five women got her 
first piece of ass at home with her brother?"

"Yeah. That would do it!"

"But brother and sister sex is only a part of it. What I 
plan to do is a series of books, sex between brother and 
sister, niece and uncle, nephew and aunt, and between 
teenage girls and their fathers. But the first book I 
want to do in the series, is about young men having sex 
with their mothers. You wouldn't believe how much of 
that is going on."

"You think so?"

"I know so," said Laura with enthusiasm, "and I've found 
a place, a small town, where mothers are really into it 
with their sons."

Findley looked interested. "Go on."

"The town is Tuttleville," said Laura, "and the women 
there seem like the most pure-minded, upright, 
righteous, high-principled, decent and moral people you 
could ever imagine. Like they never had an impure 
thought in their minds. You'd think there wasn't any 
extramarital sex going on at all, because these women, 
those between the ages of thirty-five and forty-five I 
mean, don't fool around with other men. A woman there 
doesn't have some guy sneaking into her house and giving 
her a little while hubby is at work, like women in other 
places do."

"Sounds great," said Findley. "But where's the material 
for a book?"

"I'm coming to that," said Laura, "and believe me, I'm 
not imagining it. I've seen some things while I was 
there, enough to know that the facts are there and I can 
get them."

"You've seen what things?" asked Findley.

"I've seen boys in that town, at least half of those in 
their senior year of high school, go straight home as 
soon as school is out in the afternoon," said Laura. 
"Each of those young men is fucking his mother for a 
good two hours, until she has to get up and get supper 
started, before her husband gets home from work. Those 
boys are fucking their mothers more than their fathers 
are. 

And now that school is out for the summer, each boy and 
his mother must be fucking like crazy, from the time the 
kid's father goes to work, until he gets back home at 
night. Is it any wonder that not one of these women is 
sneaking off with some guy to get laid? Why should she? 
She's getting all the cock she wants, right in her own 
home. And who would ever suspect that she has a hot 
thing going with her own son?"

"How'd you get on to this?" asked Findley.

"I was staying in a motel one night," said Laura, "and I 
met this traveling salesman in the bar. We went back to 
my room and he spent the night with me. We fucked and 
talked, then talked and fucked. The one thing we didn't 
do that night was sleep. And during one of the times 
when we were talking, instead of fucking, this salesman 
said something that really got me to thinking. 

A salesman always finds plenty of cunt when he's on the 
road, and so did this one. But not in Tuttleville. In 
that town he couldn't find a piece of ass to save his 
soul. In other places he could always search out some 
bored and lonely housewife who was hot and ready to 
screw, but not there. All the good-looking women in 
Tuttleville seemed to be well taken care of, were so 
satisfied they weren't about to make it with a stranger 
passing through town."

"Well, I'll be damned!" said Findley.

"You think that wouldn't make a good subject for a 
book?" asked Laura.

"Maybe," said Findley, "Depends on what else you've 
got."

"There's more," said Laura. "The next morning after the 
salesman left, I stayed on in that motel for another 
night, because the one thing I didn't get when that 
salesman was in bed with me, was sleep."

"Was that in Tuttleville?" asked Findley.

"No. The motel I was staying in was in a college town, 
about three hundred miles from Tuttleville," said Laura. 
"I slept until noon and when I was walking past the desk 
on my way to the restaurant they have there, an 
attractive dark-haired woman in her middle or late 
thirties, was checking in. I heard her tell the desk 
clerk she was from Tuttleville. That rang a bell with 
me, because of what the salesman had told me about the 
women in that small town."

"So what happened?" asked Findley.

"Well after she checked in, she came into the restaurant 
and I made it a point to get acquainted with her. We had 
lunch together," Laura told him. "She said she was Mrs. 
Hugo Overton and she asked me to call her Mary Anne. Her 
husband owns a business in Tuttleville that keeps him on 
the road a good deal of the time. Her twenty-year-old 
son Brian was attending college in town. Mary Anne had 
flown up from Tuttleville to spend the weekend with 
him."

"Then what?" said Findley.

"We sat there talking until it was around three 
o'clock," said Laura. "As discreetly as possible I was 
learning all I could about her, her husband, her son, 
and about others in Tuttleville. It was Friday and when 
it was about time for classes to be out, Mary Anne got 
into her car, a rental she'd got at the airport after 
she got off the plane, and went to pick up her son."

"Go on," said Findley, "Maybe this story will get 
interesting. It hasn't, so far."

"I'm coming to the good part," Laura assured him. "And 
stop being such a grouch, or I'll make you take your 
hand away from my pussy."

Findley laughed. "You're so hot and wet between your 
legs, you won't make me do that."

"It's not your hand that's turning me on," Laura assured 
him. "I'm remembering what I saw that day. That would 
make any woman hot!"

"Well tell me what you saw, for God's sake," Findley 
replied.

"Mary Anne picked up her son at college and brought him 
back to the motel," said Laura. "I saw them get out of 
the car and go into her room together. That was around 
four o'clock. They didn't come out until after eight 
that night. They had supper in the restaurant, and it 
was dark outside when they finally got up and went back 
to the room."

Findley sighed. "Are we getting to the good part now?"

"Damned right we are," said Laura. "I went around to the 
back of the motel, hoping I could look in their window. 
Luck was with me, because they hadn't closed the drapes 
on the back window. I suppose they knew there wasn't 
anything back there but trees, or maybe it was because 
they were so interested in each other when they came in, 
they didn't think of it."

"Go on," Findley urged.

"The first thing I saw were two double beds," said 
Laura, "and that was very interesting. It gave me some 
idea what the boy and his mother had been doing 
together, when they were alone in there for four hours, 
before they came out for supper. Only one bed was messed 
up, the bedspread and cover pulled back, I mean. The 
other bed was still neatly made up and Mary Anne's open 
suitcase was sitting on it."

"That doesn't mean anything," said Findley. "Maybe Momma 
took a nap, while the boy spent his time reading or 
watching TV."

Laura gave him a contemptuous look and laughed. "I 
didn't waste any time getting around to the back of that 
motel," she told him. "I started back there while they 
were still in the restaurant, paying for their meal. I 
was watching through the window when they came through 
the door. The boy, Brian, closed and locked it. The 
window facing onto the parking lot had the drapes drawn 
across it, but luckily for me they didn't even glance at 
the rear window, the one I was looking through, or they 
might have thought to close those drapes too. 

But they had other things on their minds. Brian had an 
obvious hard-on. The front of his slacks was sticking 
out like a tent. His mother looked at it and smiled. I 
couldn't hear what she said to him, but she put her hand 
on her son's bulge and caressed it. Then they were in 
each other's arms, hugging and kissing, and Mary Anne 
rubbing her cunt all over her son's bulge."

"Wow!" said Findley, now convinced that Laura was on to 
something.

"When they broke apart, Brian unzipped the back of his 
mother's dress and took it off for her," said Laura. 
"She kicked off her shoes and while she stood there in 
just her bra and panties, her son stripped off his 
clothes. You wouldn't believe the cock that kid had on 
him, Paul. I thought you had a big one, but this kid's 
hammer would put yours to shame!"

"That's no way to talk to your boss," said Findley. "Get 
on with your story. What happened?"

"Mary Anne was as thrilled with the sight of her son's 
cock as I was," said Laura, "even though she'd seen it 
before and I hadn't. She'd probably seen a lot of it 
during those four hours they'd been in that room alone 
together. More than just seen it. She likely had it up 
between her legs too. Maybe in her mouth as well."

"Stop speculating," said Findley. "Tell me what you 
saw."

"Well what I saw was Mary Anne grab hold of her son's 
pecker and play with it. I thought she was going to jerk 
him off. It was sticking straight up like a bar of 
steel. God, what a beautiful sight! Then her son pulled 
her into his arms and laid a hot passionate kiss on her. 
When they finally came up for air, he took off her bra 
and kissed both her tits. Then he pulled down her 
panties and kissed her right on her cunt."

"Affectionate sort of a kid, wasn't he?" said Findley.

"They stood there with their arms about each other, then 
the kid's hands moved down until he had a hold of his 
mother by the ass and he pulled her tight against him. 
Mary Anne wriggled her hips and rubbed her cunt all over 
her son's stiffly erect cock. It was something to see, 
believe me."

"Then what?" Findley asked anxiously.

"I didn't have long to wait, for the action to begin," 
said Laura. "Mary Anne got onto the bed, lay on her back 
and spread her legs wide apart. Her son got onto the bed 
and crawled up between her thighs, and I could see his 
enormous cock aimed right at her crotch. He didn't have 
any trouble finding the right place to go in, probably 
because he'd been in there so many times before. He 
worked his cock right up into her, all the way to his 
big hairy balls. I'm ashamed to say this, but I had to 
come and soaked the crotch of my panties, just watching 
them. Here was a twenty-year-old kid, fucking his 
mother!"

"My God!" Findley breathed.

"And I mean he was really fucking her," Laura said 
excitedly. "His mother brought her legs up and locked 
them around him. With her arms entwined about his neck, 
she pulled him down to her and kissed his face all over. 
Brian was pounding it to her like it was the greatest 
thing that ever happened to him, while his mother 
wriggled around beneath him like she was going crazy. 
You should have seen the ecstatic look on her face, like 
she'd never had it this good with anyone else."

"It' a great story," said Findley. "It's a shame you 
can't prove it."

"You think I can't?" said Laura, grinning at him. "I had 
my camera slung over my shoulder, because I never go 
anywhere without it. And it was loaded with special 
film, so I can take pictures at night without a flash. I 
started clicking away, and Brian and his mother never 
knew a thing about it."

Findley looked delighted.

"I've got pictures of Brian on top of his mother," Laura 
told him. "Then of her on top of him, moving her ass up 
and down on her son's cock. Then of them doing it doggy 
fashion. And two positions in which they're lying on 
their sides, one with them facing each other, and one 
with him pressed up close behind her. God, that kid and 
his mother knew more ways in which to fuck!"

"Splendid!" Findley said, beaming. "Are they clear 
shots?"

Laura looked like she'd been insulted. "Clear as 
crystal," she said indignantly. "Every shot I take is 
clear and sharp. You know that."

"Okay, okay. Don't get huffy. I wasn't casting any 
aspersions on your photographic expertise," Findley 
assured her.

"Your apology is accepted," said Laura. "But wait'll you 
see the pictures I took after that. You wouldn't believe 
what they did, before they finally settled down to 
sleep, about three in the morning."

"Well, tell me!" said Findley impatiently.

"Mary Anne got onto her knees by the side of the bed, 
with her head and shoulders resting on the mattress and 
her ass sticking out at her son. He took a moment to 
smear a lubricant all over his cock, and then dabbed a 
little into the crack of his mother's ass. Then he got 
onto his knees behind her, positioned his cock, took a 
firm grip on her hips - and went up her bum-hole! I 
couldn't believe how much his mother was getting off on 
it. Even I got off, just watching them, watching this 
kid fucking his mother in the ass!"

"And you got pictures of that?" said Findley 
breathlessly.

"I've got a picture of every inch he went up her ass," 
said Laura. "And pictures of every ecstatic expression 
on his mother's face."

"And pictures of everything else they did?"

"I've got pictures coming out my ears," said Laura. 
"Thirty-six shots to a roll, and six rolls. A roll of 
film for every position in which that kid fucked his 
mother."

"Where are they?"

"Locked up in a very safe place. Don't worry about me 
leaving stuff like that lying around."

"Okay, I'm convinced," said Findley. "I want you to run 
with this. What will you need to get into it?"

Laura smiled. She knew she would talk Findley into it. 
"I need a generous expense account," she said. "And I 
need an advance, to cover the time I'm on research and 
then writing the book. Just like last time."

"Okay. You've got it," said Findley. "But I don't want 
idle speculation. I want proof of everything you claim 
in your book, to protect us from the lawsuits that are 
going to come at us."

"You'll get it," Laura promised him. "Wait'll you see 
those pictures. You won't worry about anything after 
you've seen them. That kid put on a superb performance."

Findley chuckled. "He reminds me of myself, when I was 
his age."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"One night my old man was out to his lodge meeting. My 
four sisters were at summer camp and my mother went to 
bed early. I don't know how in hell I ever got up the 
nerve, but I tip-toed into her bedroom, bare-assed 
naked, and got into bed with her. She was sound asleep. 
I lifted up her nightie, crawled up between her legs and 
started pushing my hard cock into her pussy. Mom must 
have figured in her sleep that the old man had come home 
and was trying to get a little. She moved around, 
wriggled this way and that, and I went right up in 
there. She didn't wake up until I had it in as far as I 
could go."

"Good heavens!" said Laura. "What did she do?"

"What could she do? I was in her too deep for her to 
uncunt me. And I had a firm hold on the cheeks of her 
ass. Besides, it was already too late. I was in her. And 
I suppose Mom realized it was feeling pretty good. So 
the only thing she could do then, or wanted to do, was 
make the most of it. Her legs came up and she wrapped 
them around me. She put her arms about my neck and 
pulled me down so that my chest was almost flattening 
those luscious boobs of hers. She got her mouth onto 
mine and laid a kiss on me like I'd never had before. 
Her tongue went up into my mouth and did a little dance 
in there."

"No wonder you're a dirty old man," said Laura with a 
laugh. "You started out as a dirty young man. You 
enjoyed screwing your mother, didn't you?"

"Did I! That was the greatest thing that ever happened 
to me," Findley told her. "I thought I'd been having a 
good time screwing my sisters, but fucking my mother 
that night was sensational. Damn, we fucked for over two 
hours, until we heard the old man's car pulling into the 
driveway. Then Mom leaped out of bed, grabbed up her 
nightie and beat it into the bathroom. She had to wash 
up, I suppose. God knows her cunt was full. I'd shot off 
my load four times and had my come all over her pussy, 
her legs and her belly. I was back in my own room before 
the old man came in the front door."

"Was that the only time you were naughty with your 
mother?" Laura asked.

Findley gave her a big grin. "She let me think it was 
going to be, for almost a week. Maybe she figured if she 
really worked me over that night, I'd get her out of my 
system and behave myself after. But it didn't work out 
that way. I wanted her more than ever, and the funny 
thing is, she wanted more of me too."

"That's not surprising," said Laura.

"She had a way of letting me know when she was in the 
mood for it, by the way she'd smile at me, and by being 
loving and affectionate. Just like my sisters did."

"God, what a time you had around home," said Laura. 
"Five hot females after your cock."

"Somehow I managed to keep them happy," said Findley 
with a far off look in his eyes. "But you know, my 
sisters never did find out I was fucking Mom. And my 
mother never realized I was screwing my sisters."

Laura laughed. "I guess that was good training, for your 
later business deals. You keep everybody happy, without 
one knowing about the other. And you always get what you 
want."

He pulled her back into his arms. "And there's something 
I want right now!"

"Not here," said Laura, taking his hand from between her 
legs. "It makes me nervous fucking on this couch, with 
your secretary right outside that door. Let's go to my 
place."

"You sure? I've been to your house so many times. Won't 
your neighbors wonder about you having a guy there when 
your husband isn't home?"

Laura laughed. "Thanks to you, my husband is away so 
much, my neighbors think you are my husband!"


Chapter 3
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There was no doubt about it, Jamie Henderson had special 
privileges. If anyone could have seen what he was doing 
at that moment, they would have agreed that no other 
eighteen-year-old boy could have gotten away with such a 
thing like that. But that might not have been quite 
true. In fact, there may have been quite a few teenage 
boys doing the same thing. But anyway, he did have 
special privileges. That was evident when he crawled 
into bed with his mother, lifted up her nightie and put 
his hand on her cunt.

What's more, his mother didn't even object. You would 
have expected this very attractive, red-haired young 
woman (she was only thirty-six) to behave like any other 
mother would have (well, some of them anyway), that she 
would have awakened and on seeing that her son was in 
bed with her and was fingering her pussy, have raised 
absolute hell. She did awaken, but what she did after 
that was to turn over on her side facing him, give him a 
warm loving smile and reach for his fully erect cock, 
while their mouths came together in a hot passionate 
kiss.

Mrs. Frank (Jennifer) Henderson wasn't at all worried 
that they would be caught doing what they were doing. 
Her husband had already left for his business, a book 
store on the main street of Tuttleville, and she and her 
son had the house all to themselves. She knew her son 
would never get into bed with her until he had seen his 
father back his car out of the driveway. Then he would 
lock the doors, so that it would be safe for him to get 
into bed with his mother and go after her pussy.

Jennifer moaned softly as she felt her son's finger ease 
its way into her already moist twat. Their lips parted 
and she looked at him with an endearing smile.

"You really take over, don't you, as soon as your father 
is out of the house," she teased.

"Wouldn't Dad flip if he could see us now?" said Jamie, 
grinning at her. "He thinks that now that school is out 
for the summer, I sleep until noon every day."

"That's because he doesn't really know his son very 
well, has no idea what a bundle of energy you are, an 
absolute ball of fire, when you're in bed with your 
mother," said Jennifer. "I should be ashamed to admit 
this, but I like having my son in bed with me."

"That's nothing to be ashamed of, Mom, since nobody 
knows about it but you and me," Jamie told her. 
"Besides, it's all Dad's fault anyway. He shouldn't 
leave for the store every morning without taking care of 
you before he leaves. He should know you well enough by 
now to realize how hot and horny you are during the day, 
especially in the morning."

"I'm afraid your father couldn't do much about it 
anyway, even if he did know," said Jennifer. "He's so 
out of it in the morning, he's doing well just to get 
dressed, get into his car and make it to the store. Even 
then he can't function until he's downed a pot of 
coffee."

"Well, that's okay by me," said Jamie. "It made things 
just that much easier. That first time I crawled into 
bed with you, you hardly put up any struggle at all."

Jennifer laughed. "Who are you kidding? I gave you all 
kinds of hints that Mother wouldn't mind you getting 
into bed with her. If you hadn't come into my room when 
you did, I'd have gone into yours and got into bed with 
you."

She sat up, pulled her nightie up over her head and 
tossed it aside. "There, that better?" she asked, 
leaning over him and dragging one of her soft fleshy 
tits across his face. "You like being in bed with your 
mother when she's bare naked, don't you, you bad boy."

Jamie laughed and wrapped his arms around her, one hand 
on her back and the other on her ass, then rolled her 
onto her back. Looking down at her, he caressed her 
legs, fondled her pussy and teased it again with his 
finger. Moisture was oozing from her snatch, telling him 
she was hot and ready. Both his hands went up over her 
belly to her tits and he played with them. 

He kissed her face, her neck, her shoulders, then sucked 
on both her tits. After he gave them a good going over, 
he kissed her mouth again. He climbed on top of her and 
the head of his cock prodded the lips of her pussy. He 
felt her legs come up over his hips, pulling him tighter 
against her. He had not even begun to slip his cock into 
her, yet he was already feeling pleasure just from being 
on top of her. He was sure his mother felt the same way.

"Come on, darling. Push it into me," she said in a lewd 
whisper. "I want it. Oh, I want it so very much. I love 
these mornings when you're in bed with me. I don't know 
what I'll ever do, when you go off to college this 
fall."

"No problem, Mom. I'm enrolling at Amhurst, just fifteen 
miles away and I can live at home, instead of campus. 
I'll have plenty of time to make love to you after Dad 
is gone and I have to leave. I'm going to be in bed with 
you every morning for years to come."

"Oh sweetheart, that's so wonderful to hear," Jennifer 
said breathlessly. "You don't know how it turns me on to 
hear you say that. I think I'm going to stay here in bed 
and be good to you all day long."

She let out a little cry of delight as her son's 
enormous cock pushed its way into her. In it went, inch 
by inch, pushing in a ways, then drawing back, then 
going in deeper. By the time several inches of his shaft 
was in her, her ass was moving in an erotic motion, 
harmonizing with the movements his prick was making as 
it went in deeper and deeper.

"Oh Lord, you're big," she cooed, with a note of 
satisfaction in her voice. "It makes me feel so 
deliciously wicked, to have my son's big solid cock in 
my pussy."

Her words filled him with lust and made his cock quiver 
in its urgent need. Their lips met again as he moved 
into her a little at a time. He could feel her pussy 
hugging his shaft. It was a tight fit and he had to let 
her get it all, before they really went into action. He 
didn't mind the time it took. The sensation of going 
into her a little at a time, was exciting and it felt 
good. Everything about his lovely red-haired mother felt 
good.

Finally he had his entire shaft in her. He could feel 
his balls wedged in the crack of her ass. His mother 
groaned, then sighed. Then her arms tightened around his 
neck and she kissed him again.

"Now comes the really good part," she breathed, "when 
you stop teasing your mother. Fuck me!"

He started moving it in and out, in long slow strokes. 
Her slippery cuntal juices oozing out of her pussy were 
doing the job of making it easier and added to the 
pleasure they were both feeling. His cock began to slide 
like a smooth piston, in and out, in and out, and with 
such a tight feeling as his mother's cunt was providing, 
the feeling for him was out of this world. Her legs 
moved. Her feet were on the backs of his legs, then up 
higher. 

He could tell that she liked what she was getting so 
much, she couldn't help squirming around beneath him. 
Her legs were up over his back now, and her body was 
working with his. And when he shot off his load in a 
passionate fury and thrust forward as far as he could 
go, she cried out with joy and took him all the way. He 
could feel her getting off when he did and her cunt was 
gripping his cock, like she wanted him to keep pumping 
the way he was.

He collapsed on top of her and after a while her legs 
fell off his back, to the bed. They lay there breathing 
heavily against each other. Thinking that he might be 
too heavy for her, he made an effort to roll off of her 
but she stopped him, bringing her arms around his back 
and holding him.

"Don't you dare," she whispered. "I love the feeling of 
you on top of me."

"But I'm heavy..."

"Not too heavy. I like it."

"Okay by me. You feel very comfortable."

"I'm built for comfort," she said with a little laugh. 
"Think back to those times before you started being 
naughty with your mother, and how you longed to get on 
top of me. Now you are. Isn't it nice?"

"I can't think of anything nicer."

A short time later, he slipped his hands under his 
mother's ass, got a firm grip on both her fleshy round 
globes, then rolled over onto his back, taking her with 
him. Now he could feel her against him along the full 
length of their bodies, without worrying that he might 
crush her. 

He could feel her warm moist pussy against his cock that 
was already stiffening up again. He felt her tits 
against his chest, and his hands were free to explore 
her sexy ass, to rub between her legs and send thrills 
through her that made her cunt pulsate against his cock. 
He knew what his mother liked and how she appreciated 
him giving it to her.

He'd had plenty of opportunity to learn all the little 
things that drove his mother wild. He knew the positions 
she liked to be in most, although it seemed she liked 
any position he wanted to get her into. As long as she 
had her son's cock inside her, as far as it would go, 
she was happy. Up to now he'd fucked her every afternoon 
when he got home from school. But now that school was 
out for the summer, he began fucking her in the morning 
too, right after his father left for work. 

Sometimes they stayed in bed most of the day, fucking. 
They didn't do that often, though. She had housework to 
do, and shopping to be done. And the laundry. Jamie 
helped her with all of that, giving her more time to do 
naughty things with him. It was nice to be able to fuck 
her throughout the day, right up until his father came 
home from work.

He brought his hands up along her sides, caressing her 
full round tits with his palms. He felt her passion 
growing, as it was growing with him. He felt her legs 
spreading wide, causing her pussy to open so that the 
head of his cock was poking between the lips. Then 
raising her hips, his mother reached down between them, 
held his steel-like cock so that it was pointing upward 
and she lowered her pussy onto it. 

Just the head went in, as her mouth pressed onto his in 
a kiss of increasing passion. As they kissed she moved 
her pussy up and down, never taking more than the head, 
and it sent thrills all through him that made him want 
to stay in bed with his mother forever.

Then she began slowly taking more of his cock into her 
each time, and he could feel his load growing. It 
swelled out the vein and made all the nerve endings more 
sensitive. His mother was running the show this time and 
that was fine with him. She never failed to make it good 
for him - and herself. That slow slide her pussy made 
down his cock, right to his groin, caused his mother to 
let out a little cry of delight. She raised herself up 
slowly, then slid down his cock again. She was sitting 
on him now. Her cries of pleasure became more intense. 

The fourth time she did it, he was moaning with her and 
he had his hands on both her tits, squeezing them gently 
and running his hands over the stiffened nipples. She 
gave him a long pleasurable fucking, with her cunt doing 
most of the work. Their breathing became heavier. She 
came down on top of him, flattening her tits against his 
chest. She straightened out her legs so that they were 
stretched out behind her, alongside his. Then her mouth 
pressed onto his, her lips hot and demanding, her tongue 
darting forth in search of his.

She couldn't go slow now. Her ass began gyrating faster 
and faster. He felt his leg muscles going tight. That 
ticklish sensation began in his cock and his balls, and 
he pushed clear off the mattress, taking his mother with 
him. The way she was writhing on top of him and telling 
him how good it was, he knew she was right there at the 
peak of sensation, about to plunge into her orgasm. Half 
suspended in mid-air as she was, he shot his load into 
her and both of them humped and jerked as they came off 
together. Finally he collapsed and she came down with 
him.

He could have stayed there forever, especially when his 
mother told him that she could too. With her on top of 
him, his prick still in her, they rested - and then went 
at it again.

Two hours later, his mother, nestled in his arms, 
inhaled deeply and wrinkled her nose. "Good heavens, we 
both reek of sex. And your come is all over me, my hips, 
my belly and even my tits."

Jamie laughed. "Sorry, Mom, but pushing my cock back and 
forth between your tits felt so good, I couldn't help 
shooting off. My come is all over your neck and chin 
too."

His mother laughed with him. "You might have warned me. 
Then I could have put my mouth over your cock before you 
shot off. It's a shame to waste it."

"Don't worry, Mom. There's plenty more where that came 
from."

"I can believe that easy enough."

He gave his mother a loving kiss. "I love the way you 
smell after we've fucked. And I like the smell of your 
pussy, when it's hot and aroused."

"Your male scent is a turn-on for me, too," she replied. 
"That's why we go at it again and again, I guess."

His mother was grateful for his attention - not to 
mention his big hard cock - and she showed it in so many 
lewd, obscene and loving ways that Jamie didn't show 
much interest in screwing the teenage girls in his 
neighborhood.

Not that he passed up any good looking pussy that came 
his way. He surely didn't. He had something that really 
turned the girls on, and in this day and age a girl 
wasn't at all shy about seeking him out and offering it 
to him. He already had quite a few virgins to his 
credit. He enjoyed collecting virgins, being the first 
guy to crawl up between a girl's legs and show her how 
good it felt to have a solid cock moving up into her 
untried but eager cunt. He was quite secretive about his 
conquests and nobody knew a thing about it, except his 
mother. 

He told his mother everything, because she loved to hear 
about the naughty things her son did. After he related 
all the details of how he had given a girl her first 
fuck, his mother would be so hot and horny she would 
climb all over him. She'd grab hold of his steel-like 
cock and stuff it into her snatch, then go to work on 
him like she was intent on showing him once again that a 
teenage girl couldn't love him up half as good as she 
could.

To Jamie, being able to fuck his mother whenever he 
wanted to, as often as he wanted, was the greatest thing 
that ever happened to him. His lovely mother was the 
hottest, wildest and most sensuous piece of ass a guy 
could ever wish to have. And he fucked her like he could 
never get enough of her.

She was all his, too. She didn't fool around with other 
men, even though there were plenty of them around, some 
of them his father's good buddies, who wanted to get 
into her panties. But she didn't give them the time of 
day. She got all the extramarital sex she needed from 
her own son. They had a good thing going and they were 
good for each other. Since they fucked in the privacy of 
their own home, there was little chance they'd ever be 
caught doing it. The possibility of his father finding 
out he was screwing his mother, was pretty remote. So he 
and his mother had little to worry about and they fucked 
each other silly.

Jennifer gave her son a warm loving kiss, then said, 
"Come on. Let's go into the bathroom and get cleaned 
up."

While his mother stopped in the bathroom to put a 
plastic shower cap on her head and tuck her shoulder 
length red hair up under it so it wouldn't get wet, 
Jamie stepped into the shower stall and turned on the 
warm water. As soon as she got in with him and closed 
the sliding glass door behind her, she took the soap and 
started in on him. She lathered his arms, neck and 
shoulders, then went all over his chest and stomach like 
she was really enjoying herself. 

She leaned over and lathered his cock, giving it and his 
balls very attentive and loving treatment. Jamie sighed 
because it felt so good. His idea of happiness was his 
mother showing how much she admired his cock, whether it 
was by the way she looked at it, or the way she caressed 
it with her hands, or when she took it in her mouth, her 
cunt or in her ass. Or if she simply whispered in his 
ear, as she often did, telling him how much she loved 
his cock, the look and feel of it, and how much she 
loved having sex with her strong, virile, handsome 
looking son.

Lewd and obscene actions such as these, by his own 
mother, always set him on fire. It resulted in him 
fucking her like mad and was the kind of loving 
attention she enjoyed getting from him.

He surely loved what she was doing to him now. She was 
pushing the foreskin of his cock back as far as it would 
go, and washing the head with a loving gentle touch. 
Then she ran her fingers up and down its entire length.

Although he had fucked his mother five times since his 
father had left the house that morning, and she had 
sucked him off twice, which would have left most young 
men his age, even in his superb physical condition, 
exhausted - here he was in the shower with his mother 
and his cock was standing up and it couldn't have been 
any harder, if it had been made out of marble.

When she finished playing with his cock, she soaped his 
balls again, lathered his ass, got plenty of suds in the 
crack and then eased a finger all the way into his bum-
hole.

"You'd better let me wash you now, Mom," he gasped. 
"You're the one who complained of smelling sexy."

With a little chuckle she handed him the bar of soap and 
he began moving it over her body, which she obviously 
liked. He worked on her tits like they were precious 
objects of art that had to be washed and polished over 
and over again. He worked on them so long and so 
lovingly that she let her head fall back a little, her 
eyes closed, then her hand reached for his cock and 
played with it. 

He worked his way down, soaping her belly and her back, 
then concentrated on getting a thick soapy lather all 
over her cunt. With that done, she turned her back to 
him and he did the same to her rear end. When he had the 
cheeks of her ass and the crack between all lathered up, 
she stood with her legs apart and suddenly bent over. 
Jamie just as quickly eased first one finger, then two 
more, up his mother's asshole.

She sighed with pleasure and pushed her rear end back 
against him. He'd been up her back route often enough 
that she'd learned to relax her anal muscles and she 
felt no discomfort at having her bum-hole stretched. The 
very idea of having his fingers up his mother's backside 
thrilled him so that he shivered with excitement and his 
hard cock quivered.

His mother reached back and pushed his fingers out of 
her asshole, then seized his cock and guided the head of 
it to the same place. He had no trouble figuring out 
what she wanted. He pressed forward, easing his prick 
into her ass.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as he leaned over 
her, pulled her tightly to him and began ass-fucking 
her. His mother let out a cry of delight as her passion 
soared, and that made him want to give it to her all the 
more. His hands beneath her seized her dangling tits and 
he hung onto them, squeezing the nipples gently between 
his fingers.

"Oh god, Mom," he groaned. "I sure am glad you like 
being fucked in the ass."

"You're the one who taught your mother to like it, you 
bad boy," she panted. "Nobody else has been up there. 
Not even your father!"

One of his hands left her tit and moved lower. He 
fondled her cunt, then slipped a finger inside, giving 
his mother pleasure at both openings. That always 
brought her off in a hurry. Pleased even more by his 
mother's obvious excitement, he fucked her ass 
vigorously. He could feel himself building up to a 
climax. He pounded his cock up his mother's bum-hole and 
shot off his load, flooding the depths of her ass.

"Oh wow!" his mother panted, trying to catch her breath. 
"Wouldn't our friends and neighbors have something to 
talk about if they could see the position we're in right 
now, and what you just did to your mother."

Slowly he pulled his cock out of his mother's ass and 
she straightened up, turned around and began washing it 
for him.

"This poor thing takes such a beating," she cooed as she 
rubbed a thick lather of soap all over it and rinsed it 
off. "I honestly can't understand how it stands up to 
all this punishment."

Jamie grinned at her as he squeezed her tits. "My cock 
doesn't think of it as punishment."

After she finished cleaning up his cock, Jamie returned 
the favor and washed the crack of his mother's ass once 
again. Then they stepped from the shower and dried each 
other off.

"Shall we dress for lunch, or shall we go informal?" his 
mother asked with a girlish giggle.

"If you mean naked," said Jamie, grinning at her. "Let's 
go that way."

That night at the supper table was like any other night 
at the Henderson household. Frank Henderson sat at the 
head of the table, his wife Jennifer on his right and 
his son Jamie on his left. He talked as usual about how 
things went that day at the book store, the biggest and 
most prosperous one for miles around. It was remarkable 
that the small community of Tuttleville could support a 
book store of that size, but people came from miles 
around to do business there.

Frank was a clever businessman and he devoted a great 
deal of time to it. And he had connections, various 
clubs he belonged to, several community projects he was 
active in. This took up a good deal of his spare time, 
time which he should have been spending with his wife, 
he supposed, but it paid off. His business was thriving. 
He was sure Jennifer understood. Besides, with school 
out for the summer, she had their son Jamie for company. 

Jamie took her wherever she wanted to go in the 
evenings, when he had to go back to the store. Jamie 
took her to the movies and to social events, which was 
really his husbandly duty to do so and which he wasn't 
attending to. But his wife and their son got along well 
together and they didn't seem to mind. Jennifer didn't 
complain that it was her son who took her places, 
instead of her husband. And Jamie didn't object to 
taking his mother wherever she wanted to go, when he 
could have been out with some teenage girl.

It made Frank feel more at ease, knowing his wife was 
with their son, when he couldn't be with her. His dear 
Jennifer was a faithful, respectable wife and having an 
extramarital affair was the farthest thing from her 
mind, he was sure. Yet by the very way she was put 
together, a beautiful face, a superb figure and a warm 
personality, was a temptation to men. He knew all too 
well that even his good buddies, supposedly his loyal 
friends, wanted to get into her panties, and would, if 
she gave any one of them the least bit of encouragement. 

His wife had something about her that seemed to 
broadcast sex, like she was a transmitter sending out 
signals. It was all too apparent that she had a hot, 
sexy nature, even if she herself was unaware of it. It 
was so easy to get her aroused, that if he spent less 
time at the store and more time with her, she'd likely 
burn him out in a month. When they were in bed together, 
he couldn't begin to match her passionate demands. A 
woman like that would at times, he knew, be tempted to 
get a little on the side, like several other women in 
this town were doing.

But with his son accompanying his mother nearly 
everywhere she went, he felt secure. Even if the boy 
didn't realize it, he was looking after his father's 
interests. His presence with his mother was a 
discouragement to men who wanted to make a try for her. 
For that reason he didn't press too hard when Jamie 
didn't show any interest in spending the summer months 
working as a clerk in the book store, learning the 
business, but seemed to prefer to just hang around the 
house and do nothing. If his mother didn't mind him 
being underfoot all the time, it was all right with him. 
She had someone to talk to all day and that would keep 
her mind off sex.

It was when a woman was alone in the house all day that 
she was apt to be tempted, he thought. His friend Cecil 
was having marital problems because of that very thing. 
He came home during the day when he wasn't expected and 
found his wife having sex with the teenage boy who mowed 
their lawn every week. Yes, Frank Henderson was very 
pleased that his son was home with his mother all day, 
making that kind of nonsense impossible.

While his father was having his secret thoughts, Jamie 
glanced across at his mother, and smiled a furtive 
little smile. His mother could have been an actress. She 
deserved an academy award. Right now she was being the 
quiet natured, highly moral, respectable wife and 
mother, who never had an immoral thought in her life. 
She looked so innocent that if someone said fuck in 
front of her, she'd faint dead away. 

Who would ever suspect that she had been naked most of 
the day, romping around the house with her son? There 
wasn't a thing about her to indicate she'd had her son's 
prick in her mouth, in her cunt and up her ass. It 
wasn't written on her forehead in red letters. It didn't 
show. How many other mothers in town, Jamie wondered, 
were putting on a similar convincing act of innocence?

"It's a strange thing, the way the book business has 
been going over the past several years," Frank Henderson 
said, unknowingly cutting in on his son's lewd thoughts 
about his mother.

"In what way, dear?" asked Jennifer.

"Sex has become far and away the best-seller," said 
Frank. "The public is obsessed with immorality, even in 
their reading. Sex is the all important thing. If they 
aren't doing it, they watch it on TV or in the movies."

"I think that's terrible," said Jennifer, glancing at 
her son and thinking of the X-rated movie he took her to 
the other night in another town.

"And if they aren't watching it," Frank went on, "they 
want to read about it. If the books we sell weren't 
about sex, the store would go broke. If you go to a 
hardware store to buy a socket wrench, it's fastened by 
plastic to a cardboard backing that has a picture of a 
naked woman on it. Nothing, it seems, can be sold 
without sex."

"It's the age we're living in, I guess," said Jennifer 
with a deep sigh, as she passed the dish of mashed 
potatoes across to her son.

"You wouldn't believe what they're planning for a book 
they intend to bring out," said Frank.

"What kind of book, Dad?" asked Jamie.

"Another Kinsey type thing," said Frank. "A study on 
incest."

That got Jamie and his mother's attention. They both 
glanced at each other and looked startled.

"Incest?" said Jennifer.

"Yes. I received a notice about it from the publisher," 
said Frank. "It was a questionnaire, really. They want 
to know how I think it will sell. They send this 
questionnaire to all the bookstores around the country 
and if it looks like it will sell well, they'll go ahead 
with the research on it and write it."

"Incest seems to be a popular subject lately," said 
Jennifer cautiously. "It's being written about in 
newspapers and magazines, and they've even made several 
movies with that as the subject!"

"Yeah, there's a movie out now where the hero and the 
heroine are brother and sister," said Jamie. "And they 
do it to each other all through the picture."

Jennifer gave her son a warning glance. At the same time 
she made a mental note that she wanted him to take her 
to see that movie, when it was showing at their favorite 
out-of-town theater.

"It's disgraceful," said Frank. "Sexologists claim 
there's a lot of it going on, sex between brother and 
sister, father and daughter, niece and uncle, nephew and 
aunt, and between mother and son."

"How shocking!" Jennifer gasped.

"What's more," Frank went on, "this information I 
received claims they've found a particular town where a 
good many people are doing it. Mostly between mothers 
and sons, but a lot of it between brothers and sisters 
too. They plan to send investigators to this place and 
get the goods on these women who are fooling around with 
their sons. Then the information they gather will go 
into the book. There'll be several volumes, the first 
dealing with sex between a mother and her son."

"What's this world coming to?" asked Jennifer, looking a 
little uneasy.

Jamie tried to shrug it off. "It sounds pretty far out, 
Dad. I doubt if anything will come of it."

"Not if I can help it," said Frank. "I wrote them back 
and told them the whole idea was disgusting and sick. I 
also told them that whoever thought up that idea, should 
be put away."

"Good for you, dear. If there were more people like you, 
looking after the community and family life, it would be 
a better world."

Frank look pleased and smiled at her. "Thank you, dear. 
I'm glad you understand about these things. Keeping 
watch over the way society is going, does involve a lot 
of time. And it pleases me that you've never complained 
about the time I've spent with these community 
organizations, when I could have been home with you!"

Jennifer glanced at her son again, then concentrated on 
the food on her plate.


Chapter 4
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With the coffee pot in her hand, Dorothy Baker went over 
to the kitchen table where her two good friends, Mary 
Anne Overton and Jennifer Henderson were sitting.

"More coffee, girls?" she asked.

"Not for me, thanks," said Mary Anne. "Hadn't we better 
be going? When there's a sale on, the store might be 
crowded."

"We have time. It's still early," Dorothy replied. "How 
about you, Jennifer?"

"Yes, I will," said Jennifer. "Say, why don't we give 
Irma Thatcher a call and see if she'd like to go with 
us? We can pick her up on the way."

"That's a good idea," said Dorothy. "Okay with you, Mary 
Anne?"

Of course," replied Mary Anne, smiling up at her. "I 
should have thought of it myself. Irma is always a lot 
of fun."

"The more the merrier," said Dorothy, picking up the 
kitchen phone and dialing.

She stood listening to it ring and counting them. When 
she counted twelve, she put the receiver back.

"Nobody home?" asked Mary Anne.

"I guess not," Dorothy shrugged. "I suppose she and her 
son Richard are out someplace."

"Maybe she heard about the sale too," said Jennifer, 
"and is already on her way there!"

"Maybe we'll meet her there," said Mary Anne. "Let's 
go."

"I'm ready," said Jennifer, getting up from the table. 
"And if Irma isn't there, well, she just missed out on a 
good sale, that's all."

Three blocks over, at the Thatcher residence, it did 
appear that no one was home, but that was only the way 
it appeared to anyone passing by. Upstairs in Irma's 
bedroom, young Richard glanced at the phone on the 
bedside table.

"It's stopped ringing," he said.

"Good," said Irma. "It couldn't have been anything 
important. Not as important as what we're doing now."

"Right," said Richard, before he gave his mother a long 
sexy, tongue probing kiss.

"Ummm, darling, it feels so good when you have your hand 
there, and your finger... But I can think of something 
else that would feel even better in there."

Irma Thatcher's words were a soft whisper in the ear of 
her eighteen-year-old son, as her legs spread apart so 
he would get the idea. While they lay side by side on 
her bed, both of them naked and with their arms about 
each other, his hand stroked up and down the soft inner-
flesh of her thigh, getting her aroused to the point 
that she was going to get off without him, if he didn't 
hurry up and shove his prick into her.

From time to time Irma had been fucked by other 
eighteen-year-old boys throughout her years of marriage, 
but not one of them had spent any time on foreplay. Each 
had the same thought, to get his prick into her and 
fuck, whether she was ready for it or not. Because of 
that, she wasn't too impressed with teenage cock, except 
that her son was remarkably different. 

He made sure he had her ready and eager for his prick 
before he fucked her. He spent a lot of time on 
foreplay, more than he ever needed to, so that he was a 
terrible tease. It seemed to delight him that often her 
first climax hit her just from him sucking on her boobs, 
and her second from him kissing her cunt, or tickling it 
with his fingers.

God, the very idea that her son had his head between her 
legs was enough to get her off. She would grab hold of 
his head, her fingers tangling in his hair and pull his 
mouth tight against her snatch, while she wriggled her 
ass all over the bed. She'd climax again and again, like 
she was trying to drown him in her orgasmic juices.

While she kissed him full on the mouth, her tongue 
probing for his, Irma reached down to take a firm grip 
on the solid shaft of her son's cock. Quickly she guided 
it to her open snatch. She wanted to feel this 
wonderful, throbbing alive cock in her pussy. This was 
their first fuck that morning. There would be a second 
and of course a third. 

Once was never enough, not when she had her son all to 
herself, while his father was at the office. She loved 
to feel his prick inside her stroking back and forth, 
slowly at first and then with increasing speed. Her 
son's cock never failed to set her on fire. Often she 
lay there, letting her son fuck her all day long. When 
she was feeling that horny, she simply said to hell with 
the housework.

There was that time when her husband, George, came home 
from the office shortly after five, expecting his supper 
to be ready and she and her son were still in bed, 
fucking. They broke some kind of a record getting their 
clothes on, when they heard his car in the driveway. 
Luckily for them George stopped to talk to his neighbor 
for a while, which gave them time to change the come-
stained sheets and make the bed, and for her to comb her 
hair.

Irma knew all too well what the penalty would be if she 
and her son were ever caught. If her husband ever found 
out that right after he left the house in the morning, 
his son got into bed with her and fucked her hour after 
hour, her marriage would be a disaster area. And if he 
ever found out she let her son fuck her in the ass, when 
she wouldn't let him do that to her, it would freak him 
right out.

But Irma had good reasons for that, she often told 
herself. She was sure her husband would be too rough 
when he did it to her that way, whereas her son was 
always so gentle. And besides, her adorable, loving son 
was so thoughtful and considerate of her, he could talk 
her into anything.

She smiled lewdly as she rubbed the bulbous-shaped head 
of her son's cock along the warm slippery lips of her 
pussy.

"You like that, don't you darling?" she whispered. 
"Doesn't that feel nice when your big hard woman pleaser 
touches your mother's hot pussy?"

Richard grinned at her. "You're really hot for it, 
aren't you Mom? Didn't I give you enough yesterday?"

"You were very good to your mother yesterday, darling," 
she said throatily. "But that was yesterday. God, what 
would I ever do if I had to go a whole week without 
you?"

Tugging gently at her son's cock, she tossed her head to 
fling a wave of chestnut colored hair from her eyes and 
she gazed at him lustfully. He gave her a pleased grin 
as he eased her onto her back and climbed between her 
widely parted legs.

"Now that's more like it," she sighed. "I look forward 
to these mornings so much, having you in bed with me."

She lay with her legs open obscenely, waiting for him to 
ease the head of his prick into her eagerly awaiting 
cunt. When he didn't do it, she pulled more insistently 
on his cock.

"Come on, Richard. What are you waiting for?"

"I just want to look at you first, Mom," he replied. 
"God, I must be the luckiest guy around, having such an 
attractive and sexy looking mother, and being able to 
fuck her."

With his ass resting on his heels, his eyes took in her 
sleek, naked thighs spread open and pressed on either 
side of his body. Running his hand along them made his 
mother shiver with desire. He thrilled to the feel of 
her stroking his cock faster and faster. He had 
excellent control. She could play with his cock without 
him having to worry that he would shoot his load all 
over her belly, like some teenage kid getting his first 
piece of ass. Even though her gorgeous naked body was a 
sight to behold, he knew it was even nicer when he was 
in her seething hot pussy right up to his balls.

He enjoyed looking at his naked mother. Her triangle of 
pussy hair was already wet with her cuntal secretions. 
He could see her cunt-lips, pink and open in obscene 
invitation to his prick. Soon, very soon he would have 
his cock up in there, right up past her belly button. 
She loved it when he went in deep, then deeper still. 
Deeper, she had told him than his father, or anyone 
else, had ever been. But he wanted to savor the sight of 
her heaving belly, her inviting navel, her luscious 
tits, for one moment more.

Those gorgeous boobs. He could almost shoot off his load 
every time he sucked on them. They were creamy white, 
satiny smooth, full and round, yet incredibly soft. Her 
nipples were stiff, pulsating with desire.

He was pleased that he had the control necessary to 
crouch between her legs and just look at her. Mrs. 
Hallahan - Gloria - down the street, had taught him all 
about control. She had taught him everything. Her 
husband was out of town on business a good deal of the 
time and Richard would sneak into her house by the back 
door, whenever he wasn't there. 

When Gloria found out he was a virgin, she was only too 
happy to be his teacher. She let him suck on her tits, 
which thrilled him so much he shot off his load in his 
undershorts. She was sweet and understanding about it. 
She stripped him naked, washed his cock and rinsed out 
his undershorts. When he finally left that day, they 
were dry.

After she hung up his undershorts, she took him into her 
bedroom, showed him her pussy and invited him to give it 
a kiss. It delighted her as much as it did him when he 
discovered he liked the taste and smell of it. Soon he 
was eating her and bringing her off, again and again, 
tickling her with his tongue in all the little places 
she pointed out to him.

But the biggest thrill of all was when he eased his 
long, thick and very hard cock up into her incredibly 
soft and warm cuntal passage. Day after day they fucked 
in every conceivable position. She taught him how to 
fuck a woman in the ass without hurting her, but 
instead, giving her and himself fantastic pleasure.

When she had taught him all about fucking, she then 
taught him all the many things that made women 
vulnerable to his charms. She told him of various 
approaches that a woman couldn't resist. He was a stud 
when she finished with him. He had a fabulous storehouse 
of knowledge.

And one night when his father was out of town on 
business, he used that knowledge to seduce his own 
mother!

He was so smooth in his approach and the things he did, 
that his mother didn't fully realize the significance of 
what had taken place between her and her son until after 
he had fucked her all night long. By then she didn't 
care. She'd never had it that good in her life, and it 
didn't bother her in the least that what she and her son 
were doing was incest. She didn't care that her friends 
and neighbors would be very shocked if they knew they 
were doing it. She made up her mind right then and there 
that nobody was ever going to find out about it, 
especially her husband. From that time on, she was ready 
and willing, whenever her son wanted her. The fact that 
he wanted her every afternoon as soon as he got home 
from school, only increased her happiness. Then school 
was out for the summer and the breakfast dishes and the 
housework didn't get done until after she and her son 
fucked.

He bent over his mother and sucked on one of her boobs. 
He heard her sigh and felt her tense all over. She 
arched her back and thrust her tits up at him, like she 
wanted to get her entire mound of flesh into his mouth. 
Richard licked and sucked and used his tongue to drive 
her frantic. After a while his mouth slid down the snowy 
white slope of her tit until his nose was in the valley 
between her mounds.

While he nipped and licked at her soft flesh, his mother 
thrashed around beneath him. In spite of her torment, 
she liked these moments almost as much as when she felt 
her son's prick in her and her hot, wet, tight cunt was 
clamping around it. But not quite. Nothing could take 
the place of her son pushing his prick into her and 
fucking her. She didn't mind that he was in control, 
because he was causing her as well as himself to feel 
intense pleasure.

"Don't be such a tease, Richard," she pleaded. "How much 
more of this do you think your mother can take? Do it to 
me now. I want you in me! "

He smiled at her, then she felt his hot wet tongue 
swirling about on one of her tits. He traced out the 
entire mound, then slowly, wetly and enticingly, licked 
up toward the hollow of her throat. She felt her heart 
beating faster and faster. Her boobs throbbed, her cunt 
throbbed, and even her asshole was beginning to get a 
ticklish feeling in it.

"Come on, darling," she coaxed. "Fuck your mother."

"In a minute, Mom."

Realizing what she had said and how it must have 
sounded, she wailed, "My God, how shameless can I get? 
Here I am begging my son to fuck me. I'll bet I'm the 
only mother in town who's ever said a thing like that."

"Maybe not, Mom," Richard said softly. "Maybe other guys 
around here are fucking their mothers. And they keep it 
a secret, just like we are!"

"Don't get started on that again," Irma said. "I just 
can't believe other mothers are behaving as outrageously 
as I am with you."

"What's so outrageous about a guy screwing his mother?" 
Richard asked softly. "Just because society says it's 
wrong, doesn't mean that it is. It's just a matter of 
opinion. If it's so wrong for a guy to fuck his mother, 
how come it feels so good?"

"Ummm, and it does feel good," Irma admitted.

"For me too. It feels great," he told her. "It's better 
with you than with anyone else I've done it to. It feels 
so good when I'm with you like this, Mom, that I'm going 
to go right on fucking you every chance I get."

"It gives me such a thrill to hear you say that, 
darling," said Irma, between kisses. "But much as I 
enjoy it, I can't help but feel that what we're doing 
isn't right. This isn't the proper way for a mother to 
raise her son."

Richard grinned at her. "You've already raised me, Mom. 
That's over and done with. Now you can just lie back and 
enjoy it. Isn't that what Dad did, when he built that 
patio at the back of the house? He spent several 
weekends working on it, now when he's home, he just sits 
out there and enjoys it. And that's what you're doing 
too, Mom. You spent a lot of time and effort, raising me 
to manhood. And now that I'm a man, why shouldn't you 
have me in bed with you, giving you pleasure?"

Irma chuckled. "You're going to make a wonderful lawyer. 
The way you talk, you make everything come out just the 
way you want it. But that doesn't change anything, 
doesn't change what your father would do, if he caught 
you in bed with me."

"That's true," said Richard easily. "That's just the way 
Dad is. I can understand him getting sore when one of 
his so-called friends makes a pass at you, letting you 
know he wants to fuck you. But with me it's different. 
I'm part of the family. Dad doesn't mind me taking the 
car when he's not using it. Why should he object to me 
fucking you, when he's not around to do it himself? When 
I have the car, he knows I'm taking care of it. Well, 
I'm taking care of you too, Mom, because Dad doesn't 
give you nearly as much cock as you need."

"What makes you think that?"

"If he was really looking after you, he'd give you a 
long passionate fuck every morning before he leaves for 
the office. That's when you're really hot for it. But he 
doesn't do it. He must know by now that's when you need 
it the most."

"You're very observant, aren't you?"

"Another thing Dad should do, is come home during lunch 
hour and give your pussy a going over, to keep you 
satisfied until he gets home at night to really look 
after you."

Irma sighed. "He used to do that, the first year we were 
married. Then he got involved in his business!"

"Well, the business I want to be involved in, is right 
here between my mother's legs," Richard said with a lewd 
grin.

His tongue made its way slowly upward. He licked and 
kissed her earlobe for a moment, which made Irma wiggle 
her ass frantically. Whenever he stuck his tongue in her 
ear she always thought she could come, just from him 
doing that. Her hand worked faster up and down on her 
son's cock. That mighty pillar of prick was going to 
feel like heaven to her. She could hardly believe now 
that she had that thick solid shaft in her only 
yesterday. Right now it seemed like she hadn't had it in 
a month.

Every second that her son delayed, carried her that much 
closer to coming. The sexual tension she felt in her 
belly and in her cunt was near its peak. Any second now 
she could pop.

She brought her legs up and locked her heels behind her 
son's back, in an attempt to get the head of his prick 
into her snatch.

"Come on, damn it. You've kept your mother waiting long 
enough. Screw me! Do it to me!"

Richard laughed and kissed her full on the mouth, 
thrusting his tongue in as far as it would go. Irma 
enjoyed the feel of his tongue pressing onto hers so 
erotically, in a way that a boy isn't supposed to kiss 
his mother. But she liked what was going on between her 
legs even more. She felt him move his hips forward, and 
the blunted head of his prick brushed along the 
sensitive moist lips of her cunt.

"Ummm! Oh lover!" she murmured, burying her face in her 
son's shoulder. "That's what mother wants. Give Mommy 
all that big long cock!"

He grinned at her and began tormenting her with his 
pecker. He moved it back and forth along her slippery 
gash and she felt her love oils oozing out to meet it, 
dribbling down the insides of her thighs and going 
between the cheeks of her ass. Her son's prick was 
slickly wet with it.

"You like this, don't you, Mom?" he teased, as he 
dragged his cock up and down in the trough formed by the 
lips of her twat. "Tell me how much you love it!"

"You know how much I love it," she said in a controlled 
whisper. "Would I be lying here, letting you torment me, 
if I didn't love that hard cock of yours? If it was the 
other way around and I was teasing you, you wouldn't 
take it for two minutes. You'd be out the door and 
screwing Helen Doberly next door. One of these days John 
Doberly is going to catch you fucking his wife. Then 
he'll send you back to your mother with your cock tied 
in a knot."

"No he won't, Mom," said Richard, "because I'm not 
fucking her anymore. Not since I started doing it with 
you. Helen's a great lay and it sure feels nice when I 
have my prick in her, but good as she is, she can't be 
compared with you. I'd rather fuck you than anyone in 
this whole town."

Hearing her son's words of loving praise, Irma could 
barely contain the heated emotions churning through her. 
Her sexual need for her son's cock was almost more than 
she could stand. She had been horny this morning while 
her son and his father sat with her at the breakfast 
table. Now her fire was raging. She was frantic with her 
need for him.

"Doesn't that feel good, Mom?" said Richard, brushing 
his cock over her pussy.

"You think you're king of the hill, don't you? Now that 
you have a good thing going with your mother, you think 
you're really somebody. Well mark my words, young man. 
As much as Mother loves having you in bed with her, 
she's going to take the wind out of your sails one of 
these days."

Suddenly she felt the bulbous-shaped head of his prick 
push its way in past her cunt-lips and bury itself a 
good two inches in her twat. It almost took her breath 
away. She cried out gleefully and gripped her son's arms 
for support. She felt like she was taking a fence post 
up her cunt. Her juices seeped around her son's thick 
shaft and lubricated it even more, for the rest of the 
trip up into her cunt.

"Oh darling! That's more like it!" she moaned. "Now fuck 
me!"

She was nearly out of her mind. He didn't ram it into 
her like a piledriver, as most young men would have 
done. She wouldn't have wanted that, not the way her son 
was hung. She liked it slow and easy, just the way she 
was getting it. Her son's prick was enormously long, but 
she could take it all, if he was careful about how he 
eased it into her. She didn't really mind that he 
tormented her with the slowness of his entry into her. 
She felt and enjoyed every single inch as it burrowed 
its way deeper and deeper into her.

"Umm, more. Give me more."

"I will, Mom, I've got plenty more to go in." 

He didn't hasten his entry into her slick-walled pussy. 
Instead, he carefully shoved inch after inch into her 
tight opening until his entire length was in her, hidden 
from sight but not unfelt. His mother thrashed around 
beneath him in the throes of sheer ecstasy.

Irma cooed with happiness. This was the best time of the 
whole day, as far as she was concerned, having her son 
in bed with her and feeling his enormous cock all the 
way up in her. She thrilled to the feel of his big hairy 
balls brushing against the sensitive ring of her bum-
hole. Once again her son's balls were where they 
belonged, nestled in the crack of her ass. And his 
pecker was up in her. Every single inch of his 
magnificent prick was hers to savor and enjoy.

She tensed her cunt walls, causing them to clamp around 
the thick shaft of her son's hefty cock. The sensitive 
nerve endings in her cuntal passage could define every 
contour of that mighty prick.

It felt like a pump handle inside her. She moaned with 
delight and began massaging the pillar of moving cock by 
sending small surges of muscular power to her cuntal 
walls. She could feel the plump knob as well as the 
thick vein on the underside of his shaft, pulsing 
against her tender pussy flesh. Every single vein and 
ridge on her son's fabulous tool thrilled her more than 
she thought was possible.

"Ohhh, you feel so good inside your mother's pussy," she 
moaned happily. "I'm so glad I'm your mother and 
entitled to first chance at your cock!"

"Sure, Mom. You're entitled," Richard agreed. "A guy's 
family comes first. Whoever wrote that a boy's best 
friend is his mother, really meant that a boy's best 
fuck is his mother. But he didn't dare put that down on 
paper. You come first with me, Mom. What I'm finding 
though, is that when I finally have you soothed and 
satisfied, I'm not much interested in doing it with 
anyone else."

"That's good," said Irma, giving him a loving kiss. 
"Then I won't have to worry about some teenage girl 
around here claiming you got her pregnant."

"What if I get you pregnant, Mom?"

Irma laughed. "That will never happen. Your mother isn't 
some dumb teenage twat, who doesn't know how to take 
care of herself, who thinks that protection means making 
you wear a rubber."

A look of distaste spread across Richard's face. "I 
can't stand those things. Monica Davis down the street, 
made me put on one of those things, before I fucked her. 
I hated it."

"Well don't you worry, darling," Irma soothed. "You'll 
never have to wear one of those nasty raincoats, while 
you're being good to your mother."

Her son was a master at stringing her out sexually. He 
could get her all worked up and then hold off on fucking 
her until she was nearly frantic. He was a terrible 
tease, yet she loved him for it, because it always moved 
her up to new heights of passion. Then he gave her a 
little taste of what was to come. Just a little. And he 
teased and tormented her until she could hardly speak 
coherently. Just when she was positive she couldn't take 
it anymore, she discovered that she could. And she 
enjoyed it all the more.

Her son had to be one in a million and she was so happy 
she had first claim on him. She wouldn't always, maybe 
for six years at the most. Then he'd be twenty-four and 
likely have himself a wife. But in the meantime she was 
going to get all she could out of this forbidden and 
outrageous relationship she had going with him.

And maybe, just maybe, the fact that he had a wife, 
wouldn't mean that he would stop slipping it to her. At 
forty-two, she might still be just as attractive as she 
was now, and her son would come to see her a couple of 
times a week. Then they would go into her room, get onto 
the bed naked and he would fuck her like he had always 
done. Her son was quite capable of looking after both 
his wife and his mother. 

He wouldn't neglect either of them. Even now he was 
screwing three married women in the neighborhood, 
besides her. He didn't realize she knew about that, the 
horny devil. As if he could keep anything like that from 
his mother.

She groaned and moaned and sighed, in response to the 
feel of his cock moving back and forth inside her. She 
clawed at his naked back and pulled her cunt up so that 
she could wriggle it around on her son's impaling shaft.

"Now you're really doing it, you bad, bad boy!" she 
gasped. "You're being so good to your mother!"

He pulled back from her cunt, almost to the head of his 
cock. She cried out and writhed about, trying to get it 
back in her pussy again.

He didn't allow it. With the head of his prick coming to 
the mouth of her cunt, there was a lewd sucking sound 
that was so obscene, that Irma almost came. It turned 
her on even more, if such a thing was possible. But 
then, everything her son did to her turned her on.

Slowly he went all the way back in, then used short, 
quick strokes to build up friction. Sexual sensations 
shot up from her cunt and through her belly. He lit her 
fuse and it only took a second for the explosion to 
occur.

Irma climaxed.

She lifted her ass up from the bed, so that even more of 
his cock surged into her convulsing cunt. She cried and 
screamed and thrashed around. Her son's cock never 
ceased its breakneck pace in her hot, demanding pussy.

She came and came and came. When she did slowly drift 
down from her sexual high, she found to her delight her 
son was far from being finished with her. If anything, 
he was stirring feelings in her that were now more 
intense than before she had gotten off.

Her darling son was up to the task. He changed his 
fucking from the short, quick strokes to longer, more 
powerful ones. He reamed her out the way she always 
liked it. Each time he went in up to his balls, he 
pressed his groin against her twat.

Fiery sensations shot all through her as his groin 
rubbed over her sensitive clitoris. The tender organ, 
having raised its head as if to see what was happening, 
received full stimulation. Irma nearly went out of her 
mind.

She shrieked, squealed and thrashed about and climaxed 
again. This time her son joined her. She felt it as he 
fucked hard and fast and as deep as he could. She pulled 
her knees up and opened her legs as far as possible, so 
that he could bury himself in her fiery pit of love and 
passion.

Hot and excited, beside herself with lust, she came and 
came, and then she felt the gushing flow of her son's 
hot spurting charge. Bucking and jerking, her son's 
fabulous cock sent spurt after spurt of his manseed into 
her still convulsing pussy.

Irma's mind was reeling so that she was only vaguely 
aware that it was finished. She clung weakly to her son 
as she felt the warm glow of a good fucking flow all 
through her. His prick was still in her and she gave a 
contented sigh as she pulled him closer so that his 
chest flattened her tits. Together they lay with their 
arms and legs about each other, whispering sweet 
nothings to one another, between tender loving kisses, 
as they basked in the afterglow of their passion.

Sometime later, she felt his cock inside her returning 
to its usual state of steel-like hardness and she 
acknowledged it with her mouth pressed onto his in a 
long and loving tongue-probing kiss.

"I don't know what you can possibly do now for an 
encore, after a fabulous performance like that," she 
cooed.

Richard grinned. "I'll bet you do!"

"What can Mother do for you now, darling, to show how 
much I appreciate what you just did?"

"You know what I always like, Mom, after we come this 
far. I want to fuck my mother in the ass!"

 * * *

Young Michael Bradner was so hot and horny he couldn't 
get to sleep. He turned over on his bed to lie on his 
stomach and hugging the pillow, he made humping 
movements with his hips, as if he had a woman beneath 
him and he was fucking her. But when the friction 
against his stiffly erect cock increased the fever in 
his body, he stopped himself. It wasn't any use. He 
wanted the real thing. He wanted the joyful sensation of 
shoving his prick into a warm moist pussy. The feel of 
his cock rubbing against the mattress just wouldn't do.

It wasn't unusual for him to be horny and to have an 
erection that was so solid and immense, that any woman 
or girl would be thrilled to feel it between her legs. 
He was that way most of the time. But back home there 
was always a teenage girl who would let him fuck her, 
again and again, until they were both satisfied and 
temporarily exhausted.

In fact, he had quite a record of achievement, where 
teenage girls were concerned. At the Tuttleville High 
School, there weren't many girls who hadn't let him have 
what he wanted. Even two of the teachers frequently had 
sex with him. One of them, Mrs. Tait, would keep him 
there after she dismissed the class for the afternoon, 
then she would lock the door and let him fuck her on top 
of her desk. Mrs. Tait loved all kinds of sex. Not only 
did she suck his cock, she would stand with her legs 
apart, lean over her desk and invite him to fuck her in 
the ass. That was an invitation Michael never refused. 
He dearly enjoyed going into Mrs. Tait's bumhole.

The other teacher, Mrs. Pearson, wasn't that brave that 
she would let him do it to her at school. Instead, two 
afternoons a week she would take him home with her, 
after school was out, and there in her bedroom, both of 
them naked, for almost two hours they would fuck like 
crazy, until it was time for her husband to come home 
from work.

After a workout like that, Michael could sleep 
peacefully all night long. But when he awoke in the 
morning, refreshed and restored, he would start thinking 
about cunt all over again.

Unfortunately right now he wasn't home, where he could 
get his hands on some of that pussy. He was up at the 
lake, in their summer cottage, alone with his mother. 
Every year at this time, he and his mother came up here 
to open up the cottage and get it ready for summertime 
living. As in past summers, he would spend this summer 
here with his mother, while his father would stay in 
town because he had to work, and Dad would come up on 
weekends.

He thought of what his father would be up to, now that 
he was alone in the house back in town. He'd be having 
himself a ball, screwing that good looking, hot-assed 
Mrs. Halsey next door, and a couple of other married 
women who lived just down the street. For the old man 
(he was forty), extramarital sex was his favorite 
pastime. He looked after the hot and neglected pussy of 
every attractive woman he could find, whenever the 
lady's husband wasn't around. It seemed to Michael 
however, that his mother's pussy was being neglected in 
the meantime.

The old man did all right for himself. There was plenty 
of hot pussy in the neighborhood and it was a joy to 
fuck it, especially Mrs. Halsey next door. Michael knew 
that for a fact, because he had fucked her and some of 
the others himself. His lovely next door neighbor even 
told him his wonderful tool was longer, thicker, harder 
and more enjoyable than his father's, not to mention her 
husband's.

It amazed him how those quiet, respectable ladies, most 
of them in their mid-thirties, loved making it with an 
eighteen-year-old youth. Like most of the others, Mrs. 
Halsey showed her appreciation by letting him have what 
he wanted, whenever he wanted it. And she took it in her 
mouth, in her cunt and quite frequently in her ass. 
Michael loved putting it up her rear end. There was 
something about fucking a woman in the ass that made him 
feel like a king. 

There she was in front of him on her hands and knees, 
with him holding her by her hips, having her completely 
in his power. Once he had her ass impaled on his cock, 
there was no way she could get away from him. She had to 
remain there until he was finished with her. Not that 
any female ever tried to get away, once it had gone that 
far. With Mrs. Halsey it was a question of, once he had 
his prick in her ass, whether or not she'd ever let him 
have it back.

How he wished Mrs. Halsey was with him right now, that 
he had his arms around her instead of his pillow. Mrs. 
Halsey was the same age as his mother (thirty-six) and 
almost as good-looking. Her gorgeous figure was as nice 
as Mom's. That made it easy, when he was on top of her 
with his eyes closed, to pretend that he was fucking his 
mother, that it was Mom who was squealing with delight 
and telling him how good he was making her feel.

He got out of bed and with the room bathed in bright 
moonlight, he was able to see the clock on the dresser. 
It was two in the morning. What could he do to appease 
his fever? He slipped quietly out of the cottage, naked, 
and walked along the beach. 

It was a small lake, with the beach extending about ten 
feet back from the water's edge. Tall trees and 
shrubbery grew right up to the edge of the beach, giving 
plenty of privacy. The moon shone unhindered by any 
clouds in the sky. It reflected off the calm water and 
it was so bright he could almost see to the other side. 
Theirs was the only cottage on the lake. It was like 
having their own private lake, their own personal 
paradise.

He and his mother enjoyed being up here in the summer, 
though for him it wasn't as easy to find a hot and 
willing pussy as it was back in town. Last year though, 
he had a good thing going with Mrs. Jones, whose husband 
owned the general store eight miles down the road. While 
Mr. Jones and his two daughters were busy in the store, 
his wife would sneak Michael into their house which was 
just up the road. There, undisturbed in her bedroom, 
they would fuck for hours, their only concern being that 
one of the girls might leave the store and come to the 
house unexpectedly.

Then one day a crisis arose. Mrs. Jones who had been 
working in the store that day, came home and found him 
fucking her older daughter, who was the same age as he. 
The horrified mother went right up the wall and Michael 
thought the world had come to an end. But she didn't 
tell her husband and a few days later, her pussy began 
to itch and send lewd signals to her brain, which 
prompted her to let him know that all had been forgiven. 
Then for the remainder of the summer, he joyfully fucked 
both the mother and the daughter.

But that didn't help his situation now. He couldn't very 
well tramp eight miles down the road and knock on Mrs. 
Jones' door in the wee hours of the morning. Not when 
her husband was there in bed with her.

Suddenly he saw something ahead of him on the beach he 
couldn't believe. She was too far away for him to see 
who she was, but in the light of the moon he could tell 
she was a gorgeous looking creature - and she was naked.

When she stepped into the lake and waded out until the 
water was up around her tits, he hurried along the beach 
to where she had been standing, then splashed into the 
water. He came closer to her and she let him. He could 
see her clearly now.

"What's the matter, Mom?" he said with a pleased grin. 
"Couldn't you sleep, either?"

"What are you doing running around without anything on?" 
his mother scolded. "Shame on you."

He laughed. "You don't have anything on either. I saw 
you before you got into the water."

"I didn't expect my own son to go nosing around," she 
said. "I thought you'd be in bed and asleep."

"Who did you expect to be nosing around?" Michael 
teased.

"Don't get smart with your mother, young man," she 
replied sternly.

Michael wasn't worried. The way she smiled at him told 
him she was glad he was there with her.

His mother floated on her back and suddenly he swam 
deftly and gracefully over her body, touching it, 
brushing his hard cock across her thighs as he passed 
over her. She continued to swim and he repeated his 
passage over her several times.

"I'm not at all sure it's safe to be out here alone with 
you," she said.

"Why, Mom?" he asked innocently.

"You know very well why. Your thing is as hard as a 
bone. You brushed it against me each time you went over 
me!"

"Don't worry about it, Mom. It gets that way a lot. What 
do you expect from a normal, healthy eighteen year old 
guy?"

"From you - nothing, since you're my own son. So if you 
want to play around out here in the water with me, just 
don't forget that I'm your mother!"

"I could never forget that, Mom," he said, giving her a 
lewd grin. "That's why my cock is sticking up like it 
is. I don't see anything wrong with a guy being hot for 
his own mother, as long as nobody knows about it. You're 
such a good looking woman, Mom. You look so hot and sexy 
- especially when you're naked!"

"It must be the full moon that's doing it," said his 
mother.

"Doing what?"

"You know what they say about people behaving strangely 
when the moon is full."

His mother stood up, the water sloshing around her 
nipples and he dived down and passed between her legs. 
They laughed when he surfaced and he dived again. She 
stood with her legs apart, letting him pass between 
them, again and again.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, the ninth time he came up for air. 
"That was sneaky."

"What do you mean, Mom?"

"As if you didn't know. You grabbed yourself a feel that 
last time you went between my legs."

Michael laughed. "I couldn't resist the urge. I've 
always wanted to do that."

"I'm sure you have, but that doesn't mean that you're 
entitled to. What right have you got, to be the only boy 
who's ever felt his own mother's pussy?"

"You think I'm the only guy who's ever done that to his 
mother?"

"You mean you aren't?"

"I could name you three guys who do all kinds of things 
with their mothers, when their fathers aren't around."

"Name one, smarty."

"Jamie Henderson. I called for him one day and instead 
of ringing his doorbell, I figured I'd look in his 
living room window and make a face at him. It was a dumb 
thing to think of, I guess. I didn't stop to think how 
he and his mother would feel about a guy looking in 
their window."

"You're right, it was dumb," Mrs. Bradner - Norma - told 
her son indignantly. "I wouldn't have a very high 
opinion of any boy, if I caught him looking in my 
window."

"Well lucky for me I didn't get caught," said Michael. 
"I looked in their window and was struck speechless at 
what I saw."

"What did you see," Norma asked, her curiosity quite 
obvious.

"Jamie and his mother were cuddled up on the couch 
together, hugging and kissing," said Michael. "Her dress 
was up around her thighs and her panties were on the 
floor. She had her legs wide apart and Jamie was 
fingering her cunt."

"You're kidding!" Norma gasped.

"And while that was going on, Jamie's cock was sticking 
out of his pants and his mother was playing with it," 
Michael added.

"Jennifer Henderson? I don't believe it," said Norma, in 
a tone of voice that indicated she might believe it 
after all. "Jennifer is too strait-laced, highly moral, 
open and aboveboard, pure in mind and thought, and 
faithful to her husband. She wouldn't even let her son 
see her panties, much less let him drag them off her and 
take liberties with her cunt."

"Wouldn't she, Mom?"

"Well, maybe she would. I've seen the way she looks at 
her son sometimes."

"The way you look at me, Mom?"

His mother laughed and they both moved easily in the 
water. After they swam for a while, she stood up again, 
the water up around her tits.

"Who were the others?"

"What others?"

"You said you could name three boys who were fooling 
around with their mothers," Norma reminded her son. "Who 
were the other two?"

"Oh. Well, Richard Bradner. It's easy to tell he and his 
mother are making out together. They can't seem to keep 
their hands off each other. When they think no one is 
around to watch them, Richard has his hands all over his 
mother's tits and her ass. And she doesn't seem to mind 
a bit. Sometimes if she thinks someone might see them, 
she'll push his hand away. Then she'll look all around, 
to make sure no one saw him."

"My God," said Norma. "Irma Thatcher too? I never would 
have thought it of her."

"And Brian Overton," said Michael. Then he laughed. "You 
wouldn't believe what I saw him and his mother doing one 
night."

"You spied on them?" Norma asked, with disapproval in 
her voice.

"I didn't mean to," Michael explained. "I was coming 
home kinda late one night. I was walking along Morgan 
Street, a block over from where the Overtons live. I had 
to pee, so I went behind some bushes on this front lawn. 
It's dark there, with the leaves on the trees blocking 
out the light from the streetlamp. Then I saw Brian and 
his mother coming along. They were taking a walk. I 
guess the old man was home in front of the TV and this 
was the only way they could be alone together, and do 
what they wanted to do!"

"Do what?" asked Norma.

"Well, they stopped, right there where it was dark and 
nobody could see them. Only I could see them, because I 
was there in the shadows with them. They weren't more 
than five feet away from me, and me with my cock hanging 
out. But they couldn't see me, standing close to the 
bushes!"

"Well what happened?" asked Norma anxiously.

"Brian pulled up his mother's dress, up to her waist and 
while she held it for him, he pulled her panties down to 
her ankles, and she stepped out of them. Then he got 
onto his knees in front of her, on the grass, and 
started licking her pussy."

"Oh really now, Michael," Norma scoffed.

"I'm not kidding you, Mom. He did! I saw it! God, there 
he was with his hands on his mother's bare ass and his 
face in her crotch. And his mother had a hold of his 
head, pulling him in tight against her, while he ate her 
pussy. That was sure something to see. She must have 
really liked it, because she didn't get off just once. I 
could hear the sounds she was making. I could have 
reached out and touched her. She came off three times, 
before she finally let Brian come up for air. Then she 
returned the favor."

"She what?"

"She undid his pants and hauled out his cock," said 
Michael. "He had a real boner. Then she went down on her 
knees in front of him and took it in her mouth. She was 
there quite a while. She blew him twice."

"My God!" Norma gasped.

"I was hoping he'd fuck her after that, there on the 
grass," Michael told her. "I wanted to see that. I think 
that's what they were going to do too, but some guy a 
few houses down, came out to walk his dog, and they 
thought better of it. Mrs. Overton put her panties back 
on and smoothed out her dress, while Brian put his cock 
back in his pants and did up his zipper. Then they went 
back the way they came, their arms about each other and 
giggling like they were lovers, instead of mother and 
son."

"Well, you certainly know some things about my friends 
that I didn't know," said Norma. "Up to now, that is."

She swam again, moving leisurely through the water. 
Brian was deeply excited and he was wondering if his 
mother was too. She seemed calm enough, but it occurred 
to him that she might be doing her best to appear that 
way. He swam with his cock sticking out like a bar of 
steel. Then they approached each other with a crouching 
motion, as if for a battle. He grabbed her and brought 
her body against his, so that she couldn't help but feel 
the tautness of his hard cock.

He placed it between her legs. She reached down and took 
hold of it as she closed her thighs on it, holding it a 
prisoner. Then her arms encircled his neck as she kissed 
him, not at all the way a mother is supposed to kiss her 
son, but with eagerness, excitement and passion. His 
hands searched her nakedness and caressed her 
everywhere. He felt all over her luscious rear end, his 
fingers exploring the crack of her wriggling ass.

Then she moved away, and he had to swim to catch her. 
Again he placed his hard prick between her legs and she 
gently closed her thigh on it. They kissed again, and 
with his hands holding her by the cheeks of her ass, he 
sought to penetrate her. She broke loose and ran out of 
the water, to where she had a large beach towel spread 
out on the hard sand. Dripping, shining, laughing, he 
ran after her. As she stretched out on the towel, he 
lowered himself down on top of her.

Then at the exact moment when he thought he had her, 
when his desire for her was at its peak, his power 
suddenly failed him. She lay beneath him, waiting for 
him, smiling her willingness for him to go ahead and 
take her, her cunt moist and open - and his prick 
wilted.

He was baffled. Was it the idea that she was his mother? 
Had the thought of screwing his own mother overwhelmed 
his urgent lust for her? He had wanted to fuck her for 
as far back as he could remember. All that day his only 
thought was that he would get his prick into her and he 
would screw her like she'd never been screwed before, if 
she gave him even a little bit of encouragement. Now he 
was on top of her and she was beneath him with her legs 
wide apart, hot and excited and ready for him to take 
her, eager for him to do it - and he couldn't. He was 
deeply humiliated.

To his surprise and relief, his mother's voice was 
tender. "Don't get all uptight about it, darling," she 
soothed. "There is plenty of time. Don't get off me. It 
feels so good having you on top of me!"

Her warmth passed through him and he thrilled to the 
feel of her naked body touching his, but his desire 
didn't return. His cock didn't harden. But it was sweet 
to be on top of her, to feel her. He lay on her, his 
belly against hers, her sexual hair mingled with his, 
her full firm tits almost flattened from the weight of 
his chest pressing on her. Her arms were about his neck 
and her mouth was glued to his.

Then slowly he slipped off of her to look at her, her 
beautiful legs, her cunt hair, her pale glowing skin, 
her mouth-watering tits, so full and round and inviting, 
the stiffened nipples evidence of her heated arousal. 
Her warm smile told him better than words could have, 
that she was now fully convinced there was nothing wrong 
with lying here on a beach towel, expecting to be fucked 
by her own eighteen year old son.

He was sitting close to her. She turned onto her side 
facing him, then leaned over and took his semi-erect 
cock in her mouth. She licked it softly, tenderly, 
lingering over the tip of it. His prick quivered.

He looked down at her and was thrilled by the sight of 
his most fantastic fantasy having become reality. His 
mother's sensuous mouth was beautifully curved around 
his cock. His own mother was kissing, licking and gently 
sucking on his prick. With one hand she played with his 
big hairy balls which she seemed to think were so 
wonderful. With the other she held the shaft of his 
cock, her fingers entwined lovingly about it, while she 
slipped her mouth again over the bulbous-shaped head, 
enclosing it and pulling on it gently.

She sucked him for the longest time, until Michael was 
sure he was in heaven. Then she had him lie down beside 
her, facing her. She took hold of his cock again and 
guided it between her legs. She rubbed his cock gently 
against her clitoris, over and over again. Michael 
watched her hand, thinking how beautiful it looked, 
holding his prick. It stirred but it did not harden 
sufficiently to enter her.

He could see at the opening of her cunt the moisture of 
her desire appearing, glistening on her cunt hair. She 
continued to rub. Their two bodies, equally beautiful, 
moved in harmony with her rubbing motion, his prick 
feeling the touch of her skin, the warm tender flesh of 
her cunt, enjoying the friction.

"Give me your tongue," she said in a lewd whisper. 
Without interrupting the rubbing of his cock against her 
cunt, she took his tongue into her mouth and touched the 
tip of it with her own. Each time his prick touched her 
clitoris, her tongue touched the tip of his. And Michael 
felt a warmth running between his tongue and his cock, 
running back and forth.

In a husky voice his mother said, "Stick your tongue 
out, out, out!"

He obeyed her. She again said huskily, "Out, out, out!" 
obsessively, and when he did so he felt a stirring in 
his body, as if his prick were extending toward her, 
wanting to reach into her.

She kept her mouth open, her fingers closed around his 
cock, her legs parted expectantly.

Michael felt himself in a turmoil, the blood running 
through his body and down to his prick. It hardened.

His mother waited. She did not take his prick in at 
once. She let him now and then thrust his tongue into 
her mouth. She let him pant like a dog in heat, open his 
being, stretch toward her. He glanced at the red mouth 
of her cunt, open and waiting, and suddenly the violence 
of his lust shook him, completed the hardening of his 
cock, making it once again like a bar of steel. He flung 
himself on top of her, his tongue inside her mouth, and 
his prick pushing its way up into her.

It was glorious, such a snug fit, like she was a teenage 
virgin who had never had a cock up there until now that 
she was feeling his. She squirmed beneath him, wriggled 
her hips sensuously, brought her legs up over his back 
and helped him all she could. His hands took a firm grip 
on her shoulders, for leverage, and he went in deeper. 
His mother responded like she'd never had anything that 
good in her whole life.

"Ummm, that feels so nice. It's beautiful. Oh darling, 
you're making your mother feel so good!"

He took his time, making it so good for her she could 
hardly stand it. Each time he advanced, he pulled back 
slowly until only the head of his cock was in her. Then 
he went back into her, a little deeper each time until 
she had it in her as far as he could go. His mother had 
it all, and she could feel his big hairy balls resting 
against her asshole.

She looked up at him with a warm loving smile and teased 
him. "Oh what a bad boy you are. What a terrible thing 
to be doing - fucking your own mother!"

He laughed, then pulled back and jabbed her. His 
mother's response was to tighten her cunt muscles around 
the base of his cock, making him moan with delight. Then 
he went to work on her, using all that he had learned 
from fucking all those teenage girls in high school and 
the several married women in his neighborhood. Two of 
those married women were his mother's close friends and 
they had taught him plenty. Holding his mother by the 
cheeks of her gorgeous ass, he drove her into the most 
sensational climax she'd ever experienced. She babbled 
incoherently as she sailed off into ecstasy, crying out 
how good he was and how much better it was with him than 
with his father.

With his mother lying beneath him, panting and gasping, 
trying to catch her breath which her sensational orgasm 
had taken from her, Michael couldn't help but be pleased 
with himself. She was his now. She loved what he was 
giving her. She loved his cock and the way he was using 
it. He knew that from now on he could have her whenever 
he wanted her, as often as he wanted her. He would fuck 
her silly all summer long, and even after that.

And wouldn't it be great? Who would ever suspect him of 
fucking his own mother? They would keep it a secret, of 
course, a much better secret than the three women and 
their sons that he had told his mother about. No one 
would ever know. It would be wonderful for his mother 
too. She needed his cock. She had made it quite obvious 
from the way she had responded to him, that she hadn't 
been getting enough from the old man, not as much as a 
hot, sexy woman like her should be getting. 

He knew why she hadn't taken a lover, hadn't been 
getting a little on the side. It was too risky. Having 
some man slip around to see her while hubby was at work, 
could happen only a few times before the neighbors would 
catch on and start gossiping. Mom had her unblemished 
reputation to think of, her social standing in the 
community to protect. But she had the ideal solution 
now. Who would ever dream she was getting all the cock 
she wanted, by getting into bed with her own son?

His cock was still hard, as solid as bone, and he hardly 
gave her time to catch her breath before he went at her 
again. After all, he had waited a long time for this 
moment, to get his prick into her, and now that he was 
actually fucking her, he was going to make the most of 
it. He pounded away at her until she finally got into 
harmony with his movements and gave back as good as she 
was getting. 

Then he brought her off a second time. Sometime later, 
he got her off a third time and then he discovered that 
he could not come. He had sent his mother sailing 
through three hot fiery climaxes, but he couldn't get 
off himself. She was thrilled at his staying power but 
enough was enough. He wanted to send his hot boiling 
juices gushing up into her twat, just as she was getting 
off and really send her into orbit.

He fucked his delighted mother until she was breathless, 
while her orgasmic juices soaked his balls and his 
crotch. They rolled together for a long time. He got her 
off two more times, then he stood up and helped her to 
her feet.

They walked along the beach, their arms about each 
other. Michael's cock was stretched and taut, and his 
mother delighted in the sight. Farther along they 
dropped to the ground and he fucked her again, bringing 
her off three times, before they again got to their 
feet. Part way around the small lake as they walked, she 
in front of him, he encircled her in his arms and pulled 
her to the ground so that they were like dogs coupling, 
on their hands and knees. 

His immense cock was all the way in her as it quivered, 
shook and gyrated inside her. His mother cried out with 
pleasure and her shapely ass wriggled and undulated in a 
lewd and obscene fashion against his groin. She climaxed 
twice, in response to her son humping her, leaning over 
her and kissing her, holding her tits in his eager 
hands.

"Do you like it, Mom?" he panted. "Do you really like 
it?"

"Oh yes! Oh do I ever!" she gasped. "But make it last. 
Do not come. I love it like this, over and over and 
over."

She was so moist and feverish as they walked some more. 
All the time she waited for the moment he would pull her 
to the ground and fuck her like he was obsessed. Then 
with her mind still spinning from her third and 
sometimes fourth climax, he would pull her to her feet 
and they would trudge on again, their arms about each 
other. Each time he fucked her, she felt anew his hands 
all over her body, the warm sand on her back, his 
caressing mouth on hers and his wonderful cock deep 
inside her cunt.

As they walked, she held his fully erect prick in her 
hand. Then she stopped him and dropped to her knees 
before him and took it into her mouth. He stood towering 
over her, his hands on her head, his fingers tangling in 
her golden hair, his belly moving slightly forward.

As they were nearly around the lake, she again dropped 
to her knees in front of him. This time she pressed his 
upright cock between her tits, making a cushion for it, 
holding it and letting it glide between this soft 
embrace. Dizzy, palpitating, vibrating from these 
caresses, they walked on drunkenly.

They returned to the cottage and once more he put her 
down on the ground. He wanted to come, to fill her hot 
pussy full of his copious fluids, and would not let up 
on her until he did. She was so hotly aroused, so 
delighted that her son had fucked her over and over 
again without letup. She moaned with delight as she felt 
his enormous cock push its way up into her. 

As she entwined her legs about him, he took a firm hold 
on her ass, then doubled over so that he could get his 
mouth onto one of her tits. Her nipple slipped in past 
his lips and he began sucking. In this way he fucked her 
for the longest time, bringing her through one orgasm 
after another.

Suddenly he began shaking all over. Even his cock inside 
her was shaking. And then he came with a violence. Huge 
spurts of boiling come gushed into her pussy, flooding 
her snug and tender passage and sending her into another 
climax along with him. She half climbed over his body in 
the extreme joy of reaching her own fulfillment. They 
laughed and cried together.

Lying side by side, pressed tightly together, their arms 
and legs about each other, they dozed off. With the dawn 
coming upon them they felt too cool and Michael awoke to 
find his mother tenderly and lovingly kissing him all 
over, her hands fluttering across his thighs, touching 
his cock and his balls.

"Do you know what I think we should do now?" she said in 
a soft whisper.

"What?"

"I think we should go into the cottage, take a warm 
shower together, then get into bed - together."

On their feet once more, they walked with their arms 
about each other to the cottage. Just inside the door, 
he hugged her to him and said, "This is Tuesday. Isn't 
that nice?"

"Why?" she asked.

"We have four days and three nights to be alone 
together, before Dad arrives for the weekend."


Chapter 5
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The way young Manley got started fooling around with 
Patricia Preston wasn't all that different from the way 
any local eighteen-year-old boy made out with an 
attractive thirty-six-year-old woman. If you lived in 
Tuttleville, you'd know there was a lot of that going 
on. A stranger however, would never realize it.

The women of Tuttleville - and the teenage girls too - 
were rather clanish. They didn't take to strangers. Men 
from out of town, business men, traveling salesmen and 
the like, came away with the impression that the ladies 
who lived there, were pure-minded, well behaved women 
who didn't stand for any fooling around and only had sex 
with their husbands.

Nothing could have been farther from the truth, as most 
of the boys in their senior year at Tuttleville High 
School knew only too well. Their favorite sport wasn't 
football or basketball. It was crawling between the legs 
of all those married women who loved making it with a 
horny teenage stud. 

More than just a few neglected wives were getting a 
little on the side from some teenage kid, who lived just 
down the street or over on the next block. Young Manley 
was getting his full share of that kind of action. He 
was fucking Mrs. Carpenter over on the next street, and 
Mrs. Tamerlin who was his next door neighbor. What made 
it different with him and Mrs. Preston, was that they 
weren't neighbors. Patricia Preston was his mother.

Maybe that's what made it so easy. They lived in the 
same house and they were alone together a lot. Manley 
was hot and horny for his mother and it helped 
considerably when he became aware that she had the hots 
for him too, even if she wouldn't admit it, even to 
herself.

Their intimacy came about in easy stages, with Manley 
making a little more progress each time. He came home 
from school one day to find his mother applying lotion 
to her body, because she had been out in the backyard on 
a beach towel, sunning herself. When Manley came into 
her room, she let him take over the job and he did so 
eagerly. 

He spread the oil slowly and gently over her neck and 
shoulders, and then all over her back. The upper part of 
her bikini was lying on the bed where she had tossed it, 
and Manley began to apply the lotion all around and over 
her luscious round tits. He was having himself a grand 
time when his mother realized she hadn't got any sun on 
her boobs, so it wasn't necessary to put any lotion 
there.

Unperturbed, Manley then massaged the lotion into her 
legs, from her ankles right up to the crotch of her 
bikini. His mother let him, even though he spent a lot 
of time rubbing between her thighs, while he kissed her 
with his tongue probing deep into her mouth in search of 
hers. She was breathing quite heavily when she 
whispered, "That's not the way a young man should be 
kissing his mother."

She didn't seem to notice, or pretended not to, the way 
he was feeling between her legs.

Whenever Manley's father was out for the evening, back 
to the office or to a lodge meeting, Manley would take 
his mother out, to dinner or to a movie. In the movie he 
would sit with his arm around her, while he took her 
hand in his and in the dark they would neck like two 
teenage lovers. Once, when he freed his hand from his 
mother's, he eased it up under her skirt, up between her 
legs, all the way to the crotch of her panties. He had 
succeeded in getting his fingers in around the leg band 
and was feeling her cunt. When he got that far, she took 
his hand away and scolded him in a whisper, saying, "Now 
that's not for you, because I'm your mother."

One evening when Manley and his mother were alone 
together, they were sitting cuddled up together on the 
couch in the living room, talking about sex.

His mother said, "I find it very hard to talk to anyone 
about sex, except to you."

She had no trouble at all discussing sex with her son, 
and they made some startling confessions to each other. 
Manley even confessed that his first piece of ass was 
with Mrs. John Bentley (Sally), an attractive woman 
about his mother's age and his mother's very dear 
friend.

Before long she told him, "I wasn't a virgin when I 
married your father and I made the mistake, later on, of 
telling him."

When she saw how interested her son was in hearing about 
her sexual indiscretions when she was his age, she went 
on.

"I wasn't really in love with your father. I married him 
because I was already pregnant - with you. During the 
first two years of my marriage, I told him all sorts of 
stories about myself that I should have kept quiet 
about. I told him about the seventeen boys who fucked me 
during my senior year in high school. They're grown up 
now of course, and several of them work with your father 
and one of them is his boss."

"Wow, Mom. That must have really surprised him," said 
Manley. "What else did you tell him?"

"I told him how my parents always went away somewhere 
for the weekend and while they were gone, I slept with 
my brother and he'd fuck me nearly all night long. But I 
was really foolish to tell him about Mr. Davis, the 
druggist, who would fuck me in the back of his store, up 
to the time his wife came in one day and caught us at 
it. By then of course, Mr. Davis had planted his seed 
and I was pregnant. Your father never recovered from 
those stories. They awakened his jealousy and doubts. 
And our life together, at times, has been almost 
intolerable."

After his mother told him all this, Manley was so hot 
and horny he could hardly sit still. He wanted to fuck 
his mother more than he'd ever wanted anything in his 
whole life. And he knew she wanted that just as much as 
he did, if she could only just let herself go and allow 
it to happen. The reason she told him what she did, he 
knew, was because it got her sexually hot and excited 
letting him know about it.

He tried his best to fuck her that night and his mother 
was so aroused, so hot and willing, he was certain now 
he was going to make it. They were snuggled up in one 
another's arms kissing like lovers, rather than mother 
and son. He had her dress up around her waist and her 
panties were on the floor. He had a finger in her cunt 
as he kissed her, and his mother's ass was wriggling 
about on the couch. He unzipped his pants, hauled out 
his bone hard pecker and let his mother feast her eyes 
on it. He placed her hand on it and she left it there, 
her fingers curled around the sturdy shaft.

He kissed her again while he played with her pussy some 
more, and she began to move her hand up and down on his 
cock. When he had her so worked up he knew she wouldn't 
refuse him anything, he stretched her out on the couch. 
One of her legs was up on the back of the couch, her 
other on the floor. Her thighs were wide apart and the 
lips of her cunt flowered open, ready to receive him. 

With the speed of light he tugged off his shoes, socks, 
shirt, pants and undershorts and got onto the couch 
between her legs. He leaned over her, his weight on his 
arms. The head of his cock was less than an inch from 
touching the warm slick lips of her cunt, when he heard 
his father's car pull into the driveway.

Frantically his mother leaped off the couch, grabbed up 
her panties from the floor, dashed upstairs and into the 
bathroom. Quickly he gathered up his clothes and raced 
up the stairs after her, then turned into his own room 
and closed the door. Sweating because of his close 
escape, he was putting on his undershorts when he heard 
his father come through the front door downstairs.

One night shortly after that when his father wasn't 
home, his mother came into his room and Manley's cock 
sprang to attention inside his pajama bottoms. He loved 
the way his mother gazed at his bare chest, like she was 
really turned on. She was such a gorgeous creature, all 
curves and softness. Her mouth was sensuous, her hair 
dark and luxuriant. She looked like she was ready and 
eager to get laid, and Manley was sure he wouldn't have 
any trouble fucking her now. After all, she came into 
his room, didn't she?

Aside from the fact that they loved each other as mother 
and son, there was a strong current of attraction 
between them that was highly physical. They were always 
on the verge of getting into bed together, but never 
quite making it. This was because his mother somehow 
managed to fend him off, or because his father was close 
by and he didn't dare try anything. Yet when they were 
alone together, she looked like she was hot and ready 
for him to take her.

She sat on the side of the bed and kicked off her shoes. 
She looked at her legs and said, "I think they are too 
thick!"

Manley replied, "They are not, Mom. They're perfect. I 
adore them. I'm crazy about your legs."

"Do you like my new stockings?" she asked, and raised 
her skirt right up to her thighs to show him.

His mother never owned pantyhose. She despised them. Her 
stockings were not ordinary nylons either. They were 
expensive and had an interesting design running all 
through them. Yet Manley felt his mother was using them 
only as an excuse to show him her legs, her exposed 
thighs and her brief panties.

She decided she would take a shower and told him she 
wouldn't be long. In a short while she was back in his 
room, wearing a dressing gown that was so thin he could 
see through it. He could certainly tell that she had 
nothing on underneath it. As if that weren't enough, she 
let the dressing gown come open as she stood with her 
legs a little apart. She looked to Manley like she was 
close to an orgasm, and that the touch of his hand on 
her tits or her cunt would do it. His mother made no 
attempt to close the dressing gown when she sat on the 
side of the bed to put her stockings on.

Manley couldn't hold back any longer. He dropped to his 
knees, in front of her and put his hand on the soft 
humid hair between her legs. He stroked it gently, 
saying, "It's so lovely, so soft and beautiful. It's a 
shame to keep it out of sight, Mom. Especially from me, 
when I appreciate it so. Oh Mom, I can't believe how 
beautiful you are between your legs."

She seemed ready and willing for whatever he wanted to 
do, the way her flesh looked, her cunt open like a 
flower, the way her legs were spread. The lips of her 
pussy were so wet and inviting. His mother spread her 
legs wider to let him look at it. He touched it gently 
and spread the lips, thrilled at how moist they were. 
She smelled fresh and clean after her shower, yet there 
was the distinct exciting scent that comes from a 
woman's cunt when she is hotly aroused.

She felt it when he touched her clitoris and let out a 
little moan of delight. He could hardly wait until she 
felt the bigger pleasure, the one she would feel when 
his long hard cock went up into her.

He kissed her clitoris, wet now from her arousal. Her 
cunt tasted like a seashell, a wonderful fresh salty 
seashell.

"Oh Mom!" he moaned, kissing, licking and probing with 
his tongue. She fell back onto the bed, presenting her 
exposed cunt to him, warm and moist, like a camelia, 
like rose petals, like velvet satin. It was hotly 
aroused and she was offering it to him.

Her legs hung over the side of the bed, her cunt open. 
He pressed his nose into it, kissed it, inserted his 
tongue. She did not move to stop him. She didn't move at 
all, except for a gentle wriggling of her ass.

Her clitoris stiffened like a nipple. His head between 
her legs was caught in the most delicious vise of satiny 
smooth flesh.

His hand traveled upward to her full round tits and 
caressed them. His mother sighed, letting him know she 
liked that. She moaned as he began kissing, licking and 
sucking her cunt with increasing urgency. Her hands 
traveled down and joined his mouth in fondling her cunt. 

It was apparent she liked to be touched at the mouth of 
her snatch. She touched the places with him, like she 
was pointing out the spots that would really set her 
off. He licked around the opening where he wanted so 
much to shove in his prick and move it around until he 
made her scream with pleasure. He would do that, very 
soon now. 

His mother wasn't refusing him anything. He pushed his 
tongue into her opening as far as it would go. He took 
her bare ass in his two hands and while he was eating 
her, his fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her bum, 
traveled around its firmness into its curve, and his 
finger touched the sensitive mouth of her asshole and 
pushed into it gently.

Suddenly his mother gave a start, as if he had touched 
off an electric spark. She moved her ass to get more of 
his finger. He shoved it in farther, all the while 
licking and sucking on her cunt. His mother moaned and 
began to undulate.

When she sank downward, she felt his probing finger, and 
when she rose upward she met his kissing, licking, 
sucking mouth and his darting tongue. With every move he 
felt his mother's quickening rhythm, until she let out a 
little cry, had a long sustained spasm, then cooed like 
a pigeon. With his finger in her ass and his mouth on 
her cunt, he brought her off once, twice, and then a 
third time.

While she sailed through her last orgasm, Manley tugged 
at the strings holding up his pajama bottoms and 
impatiently rid himself of the garment.

His mother fell over, panting and gasping, and pulled 
Manley onto the bed with her, so that he was lying on 
his side facing her.

"Oh Manley, what have you done to me? What have you done 
to your mother?" She kissed him long and passionately, 
tasting the juices of her cunt on his mouth. "Oh you 
naughty boy! You made it so wonderful for your mother!"

Her arms flailed about as she struggled out of her 
dressing robe. Then she pressed her naked body up 
tightly against his, one leg coming up over him, locking 
him to her. They kissed again.

While their arms were about each other and his hand was 
on her shapely ass, the head of his cock was positioned 
right at the entrance to her cunt. It touched her moist 
pussy lips and set him on fire. He couldn't miss this 
time. He made a humping movement with his hips and the 
head of his cock, followed by two inches of thick solid 
shaft, went up into her.

"No, darling!" his mother gasped. "Not now! There isn't 
time. Your father will be home any minute!"

He didn't believe her. She wasn't stalling him anymore. 
He had his prick in her, part of it anyway, and she was 
now going to get it all. He rolled her onto her back and 
he came up over her. He had a firm grip on her ass and 
he pushed for all he was worth. So well lubricated was 
his mother's cunt that he went in all the way. 
Regardless of the fact that her cuntal passage was a 
tight fit and his hard cock was enormous, he was in her 
right up to his balls.

"Darling, stop!" she called in a fierce whisper. "I hear 
your father's car in the driveway!"

That wouldn't work this time, he thought. He whispered 
back, as if there was someone there who might overhear 
what he was saying to her. "I'm in you, Mom. I'm fucking 
you at last. I'm going to fuck you until I make you feel 
so good, you'll come back to me for more, again and 
again."

He didn't hear his father's car pull into the driveway. 
He didn't hear his father come in the front door, 
either. But luck was with them both that night. His 
father, instead of coming up the stairs, hollered up 
from the hallway.

"Patricia? You ready yet? Get a move on. We should have 
been at the Hendersons a half hour ago. I got delayed at 
the office."

His mother let out a startled cry and uncunted him. He 
rolled onto his back as she pushed him off her and 
scrambled off the bed. Grabbing her robe, she shot out 
the door and into the bathroom. So quick was her exit, 
she was gone even while Manley's cock was spurting out 
its heavy charge, all over his belly, his chest and 
right up to his chin.

It took Manley a while to get over his frustration. He 
lay there on the bed until he heard his mother and 
father leave for their dinner date with the Hendersons, 
then he got up and went into the bathroom. After his 
shower he began to see the humor in the incident and he 
thought it was funny. 

It was also thrilling and exciting. He'd actually had 
his big hard prick in his mother's cunt! Right up to his 
balls! Her one and only objection was that they didn't 
have enough time, before his father was due to arrive 
home. She didn't raise any fuss about the fact that he 
was going to screw his mother. Hell, she wanted his cock 
just as much as he wanted her pussy. And if the old man 
hadn't come home when he did, he would still be fucking 
her.

As far as Manley was concerned, he'd really done it. 
True, he had his prick in his mother's cunt for less 
than a minute. But he'd had it up there, as far as it 
would go. That his mother was upset, wasn't because she 
didn't like it. She liked it all right. She was uptight 
because she was afraid the old man was going to catch 
her being fucked by her own son.

The next time it would be different. He wouldn't have 
any trouble getting his prick into her a second time, he 
told himself. Now that his mother knew how good it felt 
to have him in her, she'd be as eager to fuck as he was. 
She was likely looking forward to the next time they 
were alone together, as much as he was. She'd been 
thrilled out of her mind with the way he ate her pussy, 
and she'd feel the same way about fucking her. He was 
willing to bet that right now, while his mother was at 
the Hendersons, her thoughts were still on that moment 
when she was sprawled out on the bed, with her son on 
top of her, shoving his prick into her.

After he dried himself off, Manley went back to his room 
and sat on the side of the bed. His cock was sticking 
out in front of him like the handle on a pump, just from 
thinking about those wonderful few moments alone with 
his mother.

Wouldn't it freak the old man out, he thought, if he 
knew he'd had his head between Mom's legs and had eaten 
her pussy? That he had kissed, licked and sucked her 
cunt, and lapped up her juices while he brought her off 
three times? It wasn't every day that a guy got a chance 
to kiss and lick his mother's snatch and swallow her 
come, while he held her by her bare ass and she wriggled 
it all around, rubbing her twat all over his face. What 
would the old man do, if he knew he'd been on top of Mom 
when she was naked, had touched her cunt with the head 
of his prick, then pushed it up into her?

Well he had a pretty good idea what the old man would 
do, and he didn't want to experience it. He didn't ever 
want the old man to find out about it at all. What he 
wanted was for his mother to find out how good it could 
be with his prick in her for an hour or more at a time.

Now that he'd had his prick in her cunt, he considered 
his mother as much his woman as she was Dad's. Maybe 
even more so, because his mother was never as loving and 
affectionate with his father as she was with him. He was 
her favorite man, he knew that. She was forever hugging 
and kissing him, and standing close to him with her arms 
about him. And she didn't seem to mind that he was 
feeling her tits, and running his hands all over her 
ass. Once when they were sitting close together on the 
couch, he slipped his hand up under her dress, up 
between her legs and she didn't say a thing about it. 

What thrilled him even more was when she stood with her 
arms about his neck and rubbed her pussy against the 
hard bulge in the front of his pants, and didn't object 
when he grabbed her by both cheeks of her ass and pulled 
her tightly against him. He was certain she'd had a 
climax quite often that way, because he frequently shot 
off his load in his undershorts while he was doing it.

His cock sticking out in front of him was like a bar of 
steel, except that it quivered and pulsed impatiently. 
What was he to do? He couldn't stay here all evening 
thinking about how great it had been fucking his mother 
- for all of thirty seconds. He needed a hot pussy he 
could fuck all evening long.

He thought of Mrs. Tamerlin - Agnes - who lived next 
door. He had a hot thing going with her, because her 
husband was away a lot and it was so easy to slip into 
her house through the back door and get into bed with 
her. Agnes wasn't one to waste time in idle 
conversation. The moment he came into her kitchen, she 
led him off to her bedroom, where they took off their 
clothes and got into the bed. 

They did take chances though, especially on weekends 
when her husband was home. Often he would fuck her in 
just the time it took her husband to drive to the store 
for cigarettes and come right back. One time he fucked 
her while her husband was mowing the lawn and once while 
he was washing the car.

Quickly he put on his clothes, went downstairs and 
phoned Agnes. The grin that spread across his face 
indicated she had told him her husband was out for the 
evening and she was alone. He lost no time in leaping 
over the low fence that separated her backyard from his. 
Then he was through the door, into the kitchen and into 
Agnes' waiting arms.

Manley may have been right. Maybe his mother was eagerly 
awaiting her next chance to be alone with him, so he 
could fuck her again. And this time have the opportunity 
to do it properly, without it ending as soon as it got 
started. But the trouble was that three days went by 
without him and his mother having a chance to be alone 
together. So he still didn't know if his mother was as 
eager as he was to do it again, or if she had no 
intention of ever getting into a position like that with 
her son a second time.

That night the three of them, Mom, Dad and himself, were 
to go out to dinner, then meet the Emersons at the 
theater. The Emersons would have their daughter Sheri 
with them, so for her and Manley, it was a date, 
arranged by the girl's parents.

The Emersons liked Manley very much. They thought he was 
a wonderful young man, the kind of boy they wanted their 
daughter to be dating. They were very protective of her 
and didn't approve of most young men who tried to take 
her out. But they did approve of Manley and were forever 
thinking up discreet ways to bring him and their 
daughter together. Sheri didn't mind that her parents 
were interfering. She had more than just a crush on 
Manley. She had the hots for him and she was grateful to 
her parents for any help they could give her, in her 
pursuit of him.

Manley was the only boy the Emersons trusted alone with 
their daughter. Their belief that he would behave like a 
gentleman, even when they weren't there to watch him, 
was a mistaken belief at best. The first time he was 
alone with Sheri, he fucked her. In fact, from the time 
the Emersons had left, to the time they returned around 
midnight, he had fucked her six times.

He hardly deserved full credit for this achievement, 
however. As soon as her parents' car pulled out of the 
driveway, the girl practically climbed all over him. She 
came on so strong that Manley was amazed that up to the 
very moment when his prick went up into her, she had 
been a virgin.

He liked Sheri very much and was warmly affectionate 
toward her. But he was that way with all the other 
teenage girls he was fucking too. To him, Sheri was just 
one of several girls he could fuck whenever he wanted 
to. The girls in the neighborhood put out for him, even 
though most of them had steady boyfriends and three of 
them were engaged to be married. 

Indeed, one girl let him fuck her the night before her 
wedding. And four girls who were already married, didn't 
see that as any good reason why Manley shouldn't go 
right on fucking them whenever he wanted to. They didn't 
express that idea to their husbands, of course, but a 
wedding ring on a finger didn't stop a hot cunt from 
wanting Manley's prick.

Manley took it all in stride. To him it was a normal way 
of life, to be able to fuck any girl he chose to, at any 
given time. It didn't impress him all that much. What 
really excited him was being able to fuck his beautiful, 
hot and sexy mother, and do it as often as he wanted to. 
That would really be something!

"I hope your mother isn't going to take all night 
getting dressed," said Bert Preston to his son. "I have 
a table reserved at the restaurant, but we don't want to 
have to hurry through the meal, in order to meet the 
Emersons at the theater."

"We have plenty of time, Dad," Manley assured him.

They had been watching the news on TV and as usual, Bert 
had been giving his son his views on politics. He always 
talked politics, never sex with his son. Manley thought 
that was humorous. His mother talked sex with him, never 
politics.

Suddenly his mother called down the stairs to him. 
"Manly, let your father settle the affairs of the world. 
Come up her and talk to me."

Manley grinned and obediently went up the stairs to the 
bathroom where his mother was. He expected she wanted 
him to do up the zipper on the back of her dress. He 
liked it when she let him do things like that for her. 
Often she left her bra unfastened, just so he could have 
the fun of doing it up. That always involved him 
adjusting it for her and feeling around her boobs, to 
make sure he had it so that it was comfortable for her. 
Maybe someday she'd let him put her panties on for her 
too. He'd really like that, and most likely she would 
also.

But when he got to the bathroom, he found his mother 
standing there completely naked, combing her hair in 
front of the mirror. Manley's cock stiffened inside his 
pants and it quivered as he gazed at her. He came up 
behind her and touched the cheeks of her bare ass with 
his fingers.

He felt a little nervous. After all, his father was just 
downstairs in the living room. He moved his hands around 
his mother and felt her boobs. She sighed and her 
reflection in the mirror smiled back at him. His hand 
moved lower and caressed the soft but firm flesh of her 
belly. He marveled that she was as flat there as a 
teenage girl. His hand went lower still, until his 
fingers were in her pussy hair. He kissed her shoulder.

She smiled at him and said, almost in a whisper. "Of all 
nights for your father to come home on time. I would 
have liked to have had a little time alone with you, 
before we went out!"

"He had to come home when he did," Manley explained, 
also in a low voice. "We're going out to dinner, then 
meeting the Emersons after."

As he leaned over her shoulder, she turned her head 
toward him and they kissed. He was so hot for her he 
couldn't hold back any longer. He had to take a chance. 
Quickly he unzipped his pants and hauled out his cock, 
poking her with it in the crack of her ass. He would 
shove it up under her bum and into her cunt. He would 
fuck her doggy fashion, as she bent over, with her 
elbows on the vanity sink.

The head of his prick touched the lips of her cunt. It 
was warm and slick with her moisture. That thrilled him, 
knowing his mother was hot and ready for him. He pushed, 
sinking the bulbous-shaped head in past the lips of her 
cunt. He pushed again and went in deeper. His mother 
sighed and her ass began to undulate against him. He 
went in still deeper. Then he heard his father on the 
stairs.

Frantically he pulled back, stuffed his cock back into 
his pants and did up his zipper.

Bert came into the bathroom and saw his wife naked. 
"Patricia! How can you walk around like that, in front 
of your son? Have you no shame?"

"Darling, what's so terrible about Manley seeing me 
naked? I'm his mother," said Patricia, making it all 
sound so innocent. "Do you think he's going to get lewd 
and lascivious thoughts about me, just because he's free 
to gaze at my feminine charms?"

"Patricia! Don't talk like that," Bert told her. "Our 
son should not be seeing you when you're naked."

Patricia looked at her husband, taunting him. "All his 
life he's seen me naked. When he was born, he came out 
from between my legs. And for the first two years of his 
life he sucked on my bare titties. When I bathed him, I 
got into the tub with him."

"Yes, right up until he was ten, when I insisted that 
you stop it," said Bert.

Patricia smiled a secret little smile. She could 
truthfully say that she never got into the tub with her 
son again, after her husband told her not to. But that 
was because from that day on, she and her son took 
showers together. At least for a few years more.

"Now if I were naked in front of somebody else, another 
woman's eighteen-year-old son, you'd have cause to 
complain," Patricia argued. "But there's nothing wrong 
with being naked in front of my own son. Do you think 
the sight of his naked mother is going to turn him on?"

"Patricia!"

"If he likes looking at a naked female, if that's what 
he wants, every teenage girl in this neighborhood would 
be only too happy to take her clothes off for him," 
Patricia went on. "What's more, I'm sure a good many of 
them have. The same goes for the Emersons' daughter 
Sheri. She'd let our son see anything he wants to see, 
I'll bet. I've seen the way she looks at him. She's so 
hot for our son it's all she can do to keep her hands 
off him, when her parents are there."

"Patricia, this conversation is disgusting," said Bert. 
He turned to his son and said, "You mustn't mind your 
mother. She gets this way sometimes. She takes a strange 
delight in going around without any clothes on." Looking 
back at his wife, he said, "Go and get dressed, 
Patricia."

Without another word, she went into her bedroom and 
slipped into a dress with nothing on underneath. She put 
on her shoes, grabbed a light coat which she put over 
her arm and said, "I'm ready."

In the car she sat in the middle, with her husband 
driving and with her son on the other side of her, with 
his arm around her shoulders. As they pulled away, she 
took his other hand so that it was under the coat she 
was holding on her lap, then guided it into a pocket of 
her dress. Only it was a false pocket, a slit, and 
Manley found his hand inside her dress, next to her 
skin. Then his fingers were in her pussy hair, touching 
his mother's cunt. Bert drove on toward downtown.

"Turn right up ahead, Bert," said Patricia. "It's such a 
beautiful moonlight night. We have time. Take a slow 
drive through the park."

Manley's father wanted to go directly to the restaurant, 
but he gave in and they drove leisurely along the scenic 
park road. His father prattled on about something that 
took place at the office that day, while Manley had his 
hand on his mother's cunt, and feeling his own 
excitement becoming so urgent he could hardly talk.

His mother talked, wittily, continuously, and Manley 
thought to himself, You won't be able to talk in a few 
more minutes. But she did, all the time that he was 
fingering her cunt in the dark, beneath her dress and 
the coat. He could feel her moving upwards to his touch, 
opening her legs as far as she dared, without his father 
noticing it. With her legs parted he could fit his 
entire hand between her thighs, enclosing her warm, wet 
snatch, one finger deep inside her pussy-lips.

Then she grew tense under his fingers, stretching 
herself, and Manley knew his mother was getting off. It 
was contagious. He shot off his load inside his 
undershorts, without his cock even being touched.

Manley was so wet he was afraid it might leave a 
noticeable stain on the front of his slacks, and he knew 
his mother had to be even worse off. She had no panties 
on to keep her juices from spreading all over her thighs 
and into the crack of her ass.

When they entered the restaurant he was glad he was 
wearing his sport jacket, and he noticed that his mother 
kept her light coat over her arm in front of her. As 
soon as they were led to their table, his mother excused 
herself and went to the ladies room, no doubt to clean 
herself up. He headed for the men's room, leaving his 
father seated at the table.

It was an elegant restaurant that didn't skimp of the 
luxury of its rest rooms. He could lock the door behind 
him and be assured of privacy at the sink. He dropped 
his pants and wiped himself and his undershorts with 
paper towels. Then he washed his cock. When he pulled 
his undershorts back up, they were damp but in a lot 
better shape than they had been. On returning to the 
table, his mother gave him a smile of assurance.


Chapter 6
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Paul T. Findley was deep in thought as he browsed 
through the mountain of documentation Laura Stevens had 
dumped on his desk. "You have enough material here for a 
dozen books," he said, glancing up at the attractive 
young woman who sat across from him with a satisfied 
smile on her face.

"I believe in being thorough," she told him. "I've got 
everything I need to start writing. I have all the facts 
on Dorothy Baker and her son Mark, Mary Anne Overton and 
her son Brian, Jennifer Henderson and her son Jamie, 
Irma Thatcher and her son Michael, and Patricia Preston 
and her son Manley!"

"So I see," said Findley. "Unbelievable. I don't see how 
you managed to dig up this stuff all by yourself."

"It wasn't easy," Laura told him. "But I know how."

"That's obvious," said Findley. "Now I suppose you want 
to get started on putting all or most of this into a 
book?"

"That's what we agreed on," said Laura.

Findley looked at her and shook his head.

Laura looked puzzled. "What's wrong? Is there something 
there you have a question about?"

"This Jennifer Henderson and her son Jamie," said 
Findley, going through a file folder of papers. "Wife 
and son of Frank Henderson. You know who he is, of 
course?"

"W-what do you mean?" asked Laura.

"He has a fabulously successful book store in 
Tuttleville. He does a tremendous business in that whole 
area. We wholesale a huge volume of books to him. It 
would be a horrendous loss to this publishing company if 
he were to cut us off."

"I don't understand," said Laura.

"Well, what do you think he's going to do when we offer 
him your book, a book which gives the lowdown on his 
wife having sex with their teenage son?" Findley pointed 
out.

"Oh..." said Laura.

"He's going to sue us, of course," said Findley. "But 
whether he wins or loses, he'll never buy another book 
from us. We can kiss umpteen thousands of dollars 
goodbye right there."

"I see," said Laura, clearing her throat. "Well, Okay. 
We'll leave them out of the book. God knows we have 
plenty of others."

Findley shifted in his seat as he looked at her. 
"There's more. You've been researching the women and 
their sons. I've had a crew checking out their husbands. 
They aren't just plain working stiffs, or clerks in a 
store. These men are pretty powerful cookies. They have 
clout. Stanley Baker, for instance, has political 
connections. I don't mean little ones either. I mean 
he's in with the big boys, like you wouldn't believe, 
people who would be embarrassed if your book embarrassed 
Stanley. You get what I mean?"

"So far - yes."

"And this Hugo Overton," Findley went on. "I shudder to 
think what he could do to us. His company, of which he's 
a major stockholder, controls the voting stock of Vitmar 
Enterprises, and that happens to be the controlling 
stockholder of this publishing company. Get the 
picture?"

"Oh my God!" Laura gasped.

"Now let's take a look at Charlie Bradner," said 
Findley. "What you've got written here about his wife 
Norma and their son Michael, would curl his hair if he 
was to read about it. It would make him get very nasty. 
His banking interests finance this publishing company's 
ventures. The bank in which he has a considerable clout, 
also holds the mortgage on my home and the lien on my 
yacht. What do you think of that?"

Laura did not look at all happy. Her air of confidence 
seemed to evaporate like the morning mist in the heat of 
the day. In its place was an appearance of obvious 
anxiety.

"Is there more?" she asked, almost fretfully.

"Just the fact that these women you mention here in your 
pile of facts and exposes, are all good friends of each 
other. You hurt one of them and the others will rise up 
in arms. You damage all of them and with the power and 
influence their husbands have, you'll pull the roof down 
around our ears. This book, if we went through with it, 
would no doubt wreck their homes and marriages, but they 
in turn would surely wreck us."

"What are you saying then? What's the bottom line?" 
asked Laura.

"Just what our attorneys have told us - forget it!"

Laura looked stunned. For a moment she sat there and 
said nothing. Then finally she spoke in a quavering 
voice, "All that work. All those months!"

"Down the drain," Findley finished for her. He shrugged. 
"That's the way the ball bounces. You haven't lost 
anything. You got a paycheck every week, against the 
royalties on the book. You lived pretty good on an 
expense account. It's our loss not yours!"

"I feel crushed," said Laura.

Findley grinned at her. "You'll get over it. So will we. 
It all comes off our income tax."

"What now?" she managed to ask.

"First, this pile of garbage," said Findley, motioning 
with his hand to the pile of papers she had covered his 
desk with, "goes into the shredder, along with those 
pictures and the negatives. They are here, aren't they, 
somewhere?"

"In that brown envelope..."

He opened the envelope and withdrew the 8 x 10 prints 
that were in full color. He gazed a long time at the 
shot of Mary Anne Overton on her hands and knees, with 
her son Brian crouched behind her, shoving his prick up 
her ass. "I'd love to keep these, for my personal 
collection. But I don't dare. I'd be afraid of them. 
They have to go."

"What do I do now?" asked Laura.

"You mean about work? I'll have another assignment for 
you, one that won't get this publishing company in hot 
water. But that's for later. Right now you help me put 
all this stuff through the shredder. And don't miss 
anything. And if you have any more stuff, that you 
haven't brought in - get rid of it. Burn it!"

"I-It's all here. Everything."

Findley grinned. "Good. Then after we've taken care of 
this stuff, let's go to your place and fool around. Your 
husband isn't due back for another three days."

 * * *

What happened after they were at Laura's place, made 
that evening's TV news and was splattered all over the 
pages of the newspaper the next morning. When they 
entered the house, Laura and Findley headed straight up 
the stairs to her bedroom, took off their clothes and 
got onto the bed. The last thing they ever suspected was 
that her husband had arrived home three days early and 
instead of checking in with Findley's office right away, 
was sitting in the kitchen having a cup of coffee.

When he heard someone come in, Jerry was about to call 
out to Laura, then realized there was someone with her - 
a man. When he heard them go on upstairs and into her 
bedroom, he began to wonder what in hell was going on. 
He, too, went up the stairs, making no sound on the 
thickly carpeted stairs and hall floor. He got to the 
bedroom door just in time to see his naked wife and her 
employer - their employer - also naked, get onto the bed 
together and wrap their arms about each other.

Jerry was in no hurry. He watched while his anger came 
to a boil, and then just as Findley climbed on top of 
Laura and sent his long hard pecker up into her waiting 
pussy, he let out a cry that was that of a madman. He 
dived for the bed in one mighty lunge, grabbed the 
underside of it and heaved it upward. Laura and Findley 
toppled to the floor on the far side, with the bed, 
mattress and covers spilling on top of them. Laura's 
screams of fright mingled with Findley's cries of shock 
and near terror.

Frantically Laura's boss and lover fought his way out 
from under the covers and the mattress, to be met with a 
pile driving blow to his middle. He doubled over just as 
he was coming to his feet. Then a second hefty blow 
closed one of his eyes and broke his nose.

Laura sprang free of the debris and amid a blur of 
straining bodies, she was consumed with panic. Fearing 
she was about to get the same as Findley was getting, 
she dashed through the bedroom door and down the stairs. 
Close on her heels was Findley, who wrenched himself 
free of his attacker. Laura, thinking it was her irate 
husband breathing down her neck, flung open the front 
door and raced out into the street. 

Findley, seeing with his one good eye an avenue of 
escape, raced after her, both of them oblivious of the 
fact they were naked. Their headlong dash out the front 
door carried them down the steps, across the front lawn 
and almost into the path of a passing police cruiser. 
Laura's husband, on reaching the front door, slammed it 
shut and locked it.

 * * *

A month later his harrowing escapade made him the 
laughing stock of the city, the brunt of all the barroom 
jokes, a favorite subject of nightclub comedians, 
Findley made the news again when his wife kicked off 
what was soon to be the messiest divorce trial the city 
had ever known. 

Reporters had a field day. It went on for months and 
when it was over, Findley's wife walked off with 
everything. By then Laura and her husband were also 
divorced. 

It had been a messy thing, too, but was overshadowed by 
the news worthiness of the one her employer went 
through.

 * * *

Laura was on her knees, by the foot of the bed. She was 
naked, except for her brief panties and the ropes which 
bound her hands behind her back. She looked somewhat 
pale but that was because of her anxiety. This was the 
first time her young brother had ever bound her. Her 
eyes darted nervous glances at him.

Her tits rose and fell with her breathing. She was 
excited. There was no denying that. She hadn't been home 
very long before she found that just looking at her 
teenage brother was enough to get her all worked up.

After her divorce from her irate husband, Jerry, and all 
the unfavorable publicity she was forced to endure, she 
had to get away, to hide somewhere. Maybe forever. She 
packed up and went home to her parents, who lived in a 
small town a thousand miles from where she had been 
besieged by thoughtless reporters and inconsiderate 
photographers. 

Wasn't that an ironic twist? She'd been pretty 
thoughtless and inconsiderate herself, hadn't she? 
Considering what she had planned to do in her blind 
unreasoning ambition to have a series of best-selling 
books, she had no room to criticize anyone else for 
being thoughtless and inconsiderate.

How different things seemed when the shoe was on the 
other foot, she thought. Her mind dwelt on those women 
in Tuttleville and what she had found out they were 
doing with their teenage sons. Now the shoe was indeed 
on the other foot, for wasn't she doing the same thing, 
performing the same forbidden acts with her young 
brother Ron?

It began soon after she moved in, several weeks before, 
though she had no thoughts whatever of doing anything 
like that with her own brother - at first. Then, because 
she had considerable experience and training in 
observing such things, being able to recognize when it 
was happening, she soon realized her young brother was 
screwing his mother, whenever she and her father weren't 
around. She didn't miss either, the way her young 
brother looked at her, with lust written all over his 
handsome grinning face. 

The horny young devil wasn't content with having his 
mother's pussy whenever he could get at it. He wanted 
his sister's too. Well that was all right with her. The 
thought of her brother and her mother having sex with 
each other whenever they were alone, touched off a spark 
within her that flared into passion. Why should her 
mother have all the fun? Her young brother was a 
handsome, well built, muscular kid. She'd like nothing 
better than to have him between her legs.

The opportunity was there. Both her parents worked, so 
as soon as her brother got home in the afternoon when 
school was out, they had over two hours to be alone 
together, before her parents got home from work.

She didn't waste any time, once she decided to make it 
with him. As soon as he got home from school one 
afternoon, she practically climbed all over him. Her 
young brother was delighted. They went up to her room 
and got undressed. She got onto the bed and spread her 
legs. Her brother climbed on top of her and started 
fucking her. 

God, was he ever good. Really sensational. And he could 
talk her into anything. He had that quality about him 
that made a woman want to do everything she could think 
of to please him. No wonder he had been able to screw 
his mother. And now his sister.

This horny young devil had a lot of ideas. They did all 
kinds of wild things together. And him fucking her in 
the ass was only one of them.

Then after several weeks of being gloriously fucked by 
him every afternoon, he started coaxing her into letting 
him tie her up. And today she let him. Why not? He was a 
good kid, and he loved her. She could trust him not to 
do anything too far out. She never would have let 
Findley or her husband tie her up. Both those bastards 
had a mean streak in them and she wasn't about to see it 
in action while she was helpless. But her young brother 
wasn't like that. And the idea of having her hands tied 
behind her excited her, even if she was just a little 
bit nervous about it.

Her tits rose and fell with her breathing. She was hotly 
aroused and she breathed in quick panting gasps, as 
though she could not catch her breath. Her rapid 
breathing caused her full round boobs to bounce and 
jiggle, which in turn caused her young brother to gaze 
at them like he wanted to devour them.

Laura was kneeling on the thickly carpeted floor, her 
lovely legs folded under her. She had a beautiful shape, 
with flaring hips and well rounded thighs. With her 
hands bound behind her back, her tits stood out even 
farther, as though inviting her brother to come and 
enjoy them. She loved it when he sucked on her boobs. 
He'd spend an hour on them, kissing, licking and 
sucking, sending her through one orgasm after another.

Her thin panties were tight across her flesh, the flimsy 
garment stretched taut across her satiny smooth hips. 
They were bikini style, low cut and of a material that 
enabled one to see right through them. Her cunt hair, 
pressed against the sheer fabric, was clearly visible. 
They were pulled tight in the crotch, so that the narrow 
band nestled between her fleshy pussy lips.

Her thighs were smooth and rounded. The cheeks of her 
shapely ass rested on the backs of her heels. She 
squirmed restlessly.

Her young brother was bare from the waist up. He was 
wearing his pajama bottoms, the front of the thin 
material poking out in front because he obviously had a 
raging hardon. Laura gazed at it fondly. Then she looked 
up. Their eyes met and they stared lustfully at each 
other. Her hair spilled down her back as she tilted her 
head to look up at him. Her expression was slavishly 
adoring.

His hand reached out and he caressed her silken hair. It 
was thick and healthy and there was a lot of it. Waves 
of it spilled over her tits, partially veiling them.

Laura licked her lips. "Y-you. didn't have to tie me, 
Ron!"

"Didn't I?"

Color flared in her cheeks. She gazed into his eyes. 
"You know I'll do anything you want."

"You nervous about being tied?" he teased.

"A-a little."

"Doesn't it give you a thrill to be tied up like that 
and know you can't stop me from doing whatever I decide 
to do?"

"You worry me when you talk like that."

"Worrying is part of the turn on," he told her. "I only 
tied your hands behind your back, because you're still 
nervous about it. What I really want is to spread you 
out on the bed, then tie your hands and ankles to the 
four corners. That really makes you feel helpless."

"My God!" Laura gasped. "I don't know if I'd like that 
or not."

Her brother laughed. "Mrs. Gordon likes it."

"Who is Mrs. Gordon?"

"My history teacher. I go home with her after school now 
and then. Her husband doesn't get home until six. We do 
all kinds of things together. I tie her to the bed face 
down. Then I fuck her in the ass and she can't do a 
thing about it. She pretends she doesn't want me to, 
then hollers and moans when I put my prick up her back 
route. What really turns her on is that she's so 
helpless. I could go home and leave her like that, for 
her husband to find when he came home. When I tell her 
that's what I'm going to do, it freaks her right out."

"Oh God!" Laura gasped. "You wouldn't actually do that, 
would you?"

Her brother laughed. "Not hardly. She'd have to tell her 
husband about her and me. Then he'd come over here and 
beat the living hell out of me. But while she's tied up, 
it's easy for her to think that I might, and that gets 
her really worked up."

"I can understand that," said Laura. "I'm pretty worked 
up myself!"

He caressed her soft cheek. She turned her head to the 
side so she could kiss his hand. She pressed her lips 
against his fingers and made soft little mewling sounds.

"Those ropes that bind you, Sis - are the physical 
symbol of the way you are totally bound to my will, body 
and soul."

"Sure," Laura agreed quickly. "But if they are only a 
symbol, darling, why do you need them at all? You know 
I'll obey you!"

"Will you? Maybe. This way I know you will. Anyway, the 
ropes remind you that you belong to me. You're my woman, 
to do what I want with!"

He hauled his stiff cock out through the gap in the 
front of his pajama bottoms, and guided it to her mouth. 
Laura stuck out her tongue and licked it. It slithered 
over his dick, licking it in a manner she knew he liked. 
He dropped his pajama bottoms, pulled his feet free of 
them, then stood with his legs wide apart, while she 
licked his balls. 

Then her lips engulfed the head and he shoved it gently 
into her mouth. Laura opened wider, the corners of her 
mouth stretching to accommodate her brother's cock. She 
rubbed against it as it filled her mouth. She could feel 
his shaft spasm with arousal. She tightened her lips 
around the head, which was now well oiled with her 
saliva. As she went at it, her head bobbed back and 
forth. With both hands on her head, her brother held her 
gently but firmly as she sucked him.

"Get ready, Sis," he groaned. "You're going to get a 
mouthful!"

Laura knew that. He fed his cock to her, stuffing it 
into her mouth. He gasped as she closed her lips on his 
shaft. Her lips were curled over her teeth, so she 
wouldn't scratch his tender shaft. Her lips pressed his 
cock just below the rim of the head, as it pulsed in her 
mouth. She flicked her tongue against his silky smooth 
flesh. She rubbed her tongue against the tip of the 
cockhead, licking its tiny slit. She sucked and slurped 
on his prick, like she had many times before. Saliva 
leaked from the corners of her mouth, spilling onto her 
chin, wetting it.

Her brother caressed her neck and shoulders as she 
sucked him. He pushed in deeper, rubbing his cockhead 
against the roof of her mouth. It was all smooth and 
slippery, as he massaged his heated shaft against it.

Laura pressed her tongue up against the underside of his 
prick, rubbing it stimulatingly against his throbbing 
woman pleaser. She heard her brother sigh with erotic 
pleasure. He didn't try to hide the fact he was enjoying 
her cocksucking immensely. So she worked even harder for 
his pleasure.

He eased his prick farther into her mouth. Her lips 
massaged the shaft as it glided past them, probing for 
her throat. Laura was eager to please. Her cheeks 
hollowed as she sucked. Her brother pushed in. Her eyes 
widened as he fed her the heated length of his cock 
until it was in her throat. She started to choke, so he 
pulled back a few inches and let her breathe.

His cock twitched on her tongue. He pulled it back 
farther, withdrawing it until only its knobbed head 
remained between her lips. The shaft of his prick was 
red and throbbing. Her saliva made it shine. Laura 
slithered her tongue around the head, sucking him 
eagerly.

After enjoying her sliding, stimulating tongue until he 
was panting like he'd run ten miles, he thrust forward 
once more, burying his shaft inside her mouth.

He set up a regular rhythm as he thrust back and forth. 
He increased the pace of his thrusts, so that his cock 
pumped in and out of her mouth. Although the red length 
of his shaft continually emerged from her clinging lips, 
he always kept the head of it planted inside her mouth. 
Her brother fucked her mouth like it was her pussy.

She moaned and sighed as his prick moved back and forth, 
each gliding stroke over her lips and tongue increasing 
the temperature of his erection. She had him panting for 
breath, his chest rising and falling. He thrust so hard 
and deep into her mouth that her tits were jiggling from 
the force of it. Her hair whipped his taut thighs as her 
head bobbed back and forth.

He was almost there. Between gasps he said, "Keep my 
cock in your mouth. I'm going to shoot off now. Swallow 
it!"

She would have laughed, if her mouth hadn't been so 
stuffed with her brother's hefty shaft. In all the weeks 
she'd been back home and sucking his cock every day, she 
hadn't once backed away from it when it shot off its 
load. She had swallowed so much of his come, it was now 
a part of her regular diet.

He put his hands back on her head and held her firmly to 
his groin as he thrust deep. He holstered his cock in 
her mouth, and stopped thrusting. It twitched on her 
tongue for a timeless instant, before he shot off a 
charge that gushed all the way back to her tonsils.

Laura closed her eyes. Her tongue and jaw muscles flexed 
as she gulped down the load that spurted fiercely down 
her pulsing throat. Her brother groaned loudly. He held 
her head pressed tightly to him with his cock spewing 
into her mouth. He shuddered and gasped, and his legs 
trembled as his orgasm hit him.

Presently his shaking stopped. The tremors which rocked 
his body faded and died away. The stream of semen ebbed 
to a trickle. He shuddered again. His eyes were glazed 
with pleasure, his mouth open, his hands clutching 
jerkily at her head.

"God, Sis, you sure can suck a cock!" he panted.

He fondled her hair, smoothing it down against her 
scalp. Her lips still pressed his sensitized shaft. Her 
tongue stirred lazily, as she continued to suck him 
until she had his shaft as stiffly erect as it had been. 
She didn't let it out of her mouth until it was like a 
bar of steel.

Her brother's bone-hard pecker brushed her cheek as he 
leaned over her. He hooked his hands under her bound 
arms and said, "Get up, Laura."

Muscles flexed in her thighs as she unfolded her legs 
and rose to a standing position. He pulled her upward, 
assisting her. When she was standing, she was about a 
half a head shorter than he was. He took a good look at 
her luscious body. Her nipples were stiff. They jutted 
from the fleshy globes of her tits like pinkish brown 
nubs of flesh. Her skin was warm and smooth and soft. He 
moved closer to her, his erection being sandwiched 
between her body and his. She could feel his hot, semen 
and saliva covered cock throbbing. Sighing, Laura rested 
her head on his chest while he embraced her.

Her brother reached for her panties, hooked his thumbs 
in the waistband and pushed them down over her thighs, 
down to her knees, then let them drop to her ankles. She 
stepped out of them daintily and he reached down and 
picked them up. He brought them to his face and inhaled 
deeply, taking in the fragrant scent of her snatch. 
Obviously it stimulated him, making his cock jerk and 
quiver with new vigor and arousal.

"I used to do this all the time when you were home, 
before you got married and moved away," he said, 
grinning at her. "After I was through sniffing them, I'd 
wrap them around my cock and jerk off, wishing I was 
shooting off my load into your pussy, instead of into 
your panties."

"Why you bad, bad boy!" Laura said with a giggle. "I 
wish I had known that."

"Why?" her brother asked.

She gave him a teasing smile. "Maybe if I'd known my 
brother had naughty ideas like that, I'd have thought 
twice before getting married and moving away."

He took her in his arms again and his hands moved down 
to fondle and squeeze her lushly rounded ass. Bringing 
his hand around, he pushed his prick down so that the 
head of it brushed along the moist lips of her pussy. 
Laura let out an excited squeal. He backed her up 
against the bed and she fell backward onto it with her 
legs wide apart. Her brother quickly moved up between 
them. She let out a little cry of excitement when she 
felt the head of his cock press into the open lips of 
her cunt. With a guttural sound he speared her, 
penetrating her with one long slow and easy movement. 
She was well lubricated and he went in easily, even 
though her twat was a snug fit. Her secretions, slick 
and plentiful, oozed around his invading shaft when he 
planted it inside her, burying it to his balls.

"You're really hot, Sis," he murmured as he plowed back 
and forth inside her.

"And so are you, you horny young stud," Laura giggled. 
She would have liked to wrap her arms about his neck and 
hold him tightly to her while he fucked her, but she 
couldn't do that with her hands tied securely behind 
her. Being bound up that way was supposed to make her 
feel like she was being viciously assaulted. But how 
could she feel that way when his thick hefty cock was 
causing her to have such intense pleasure?

If there was anything she loved better than being 
fucked, it was being fucked by her young brother, she 
thought to herself. Feeling his prick inside her was 
just ten times better than any cock that had ever reamed 
out her pussy before him. Her intense and passionate 
feeling for her young brother almost frightened her at 
times. 

How lewd and outrageous could a women get? With her own 
brother! How could she possibly feel this hot and 
passionate for him? Was this the way those women back in 
Tuttleville felt about their sons? It had to be. And she 
understood it - now. And to think she might have wrecked 
their lives by exposing them, making their forbidden 
incestuous activities public. And they were nice women 
too. She had come to know them quite well and they 
considered her their friend. How would she feel if 
someone exposed what she was doing now - with her own 
brother?

Her feeling of contrition quickly passed, because at 
that moment her brother was fucking the hell out of her. 
God, this kid brother of hers could make it so good for 
a woman, she would do anything for him. She wondered 
briefly who had taught him to fuck as good as he did. 
Was it her mother, or that history teacher he mentioned? 
Whoever it was, he sure paid attention to his lessons.

Now that her brother was so gloriously fucking her, her 
attitude had changed considerably in regard to those 
women back in Tuttleville who were having sex with their 
sons. Realizing her thoughts were back on them again, 
she tried to block it out. She felt ashamed, whenever 
she thought of it, about what she had almost done to 
those women. They didn't deserve what she had been 
planning to do to them, exposing their secret sex with 
their sons. That was a terrible thing for her to even 
consider doing. What she deserved was a good sound 
spanking.

Then there were no more thoughts like that. Her brother 
was bringing her to the peak of her passion. She let out 
a joyful shriek and sailed into her orgasm. With her 
brother she always had such fabulous climaxes, so 
intense they almost made her toes curl. She bounced 
around on the bed like she'd gone mad, but her brother 
had a firm grip on both cheeks of her ass, and he went 
right on pounding it to her until he brought her off 
three times. Then he sent his hot load gushing into her.

After they lay there for some time, catching their 
breath, Laura said quietly, "Are you going to untie me 
now?"

"No way!" said her brother, grinning at her. "I'm not 
finished with you yet."

"W-what are you going to do?" she asked, feeling a 
little nervous again.

"You'll see," he said, still grinning at her. With that, 
he went into the bathroom and when he came back a moment 
later, he had a wet hand towel in his hand. It was 
folded over so that it was a little over a foot long and 
about three inches wide.

"What are you going to do with that?" she asked, with a 
note of apprehension in her voice. That seemed to excite 
her brother even more.

"You know what I'm going to do, Sis, don't you?" said 
her brother. "Sure you do."

"No, I-I don't. Tell me."

"Don't you remember what you said yesterday? You said 
you deserved a good spanking. I don't know what it was 
all about, but that's what you said."

She remembered now. She had been thinking about the book 
she had done all that research on, about all the spying 
she had done on those women in Tuttleville. Then without 
telling her brother what she had been thinking, she said 
right out loud she deserved a good spanking.

"And you're going to...?"

He nodded his head and grinned.

"No! Forget it! I didn't mean it, honest. It was just a 
figure of speech. No, Ron. No!"

"If you promise not to yell too much, I won't put a gag 
in your mouth," he told her. "If you start getting noisy 
though, I'll have to stuff your panties into your mouth, 
so the neighbors won't hear you and wonder what the hell 
is going on in here."

"No, no gag. Please."

"Okay then. We'll try it without a gag. Get into 
position, Sis. Face down, with your ass in the air."

She tried to argue but she saw it was useless. Her 
brother was determined to go through with it. 
Whimpering, she turned over on the bed, her stiff-
nippled tits swaying and jiggling. She was on her knees, 
her face on the mattress.

"Bring your ass closer to the foot of the bed, Sis," her 
brother told her.

As if she didn't have a will of her own, she awkwardly 
moved so that she was close to the end of the bed, her 
ass high, her face and shoulders resting on the bed. Her 
bound hands made it difficult but her brother was 
pleased with the position she had placed herself in.

When he switched the radio on and turned it up loud, she 
grew even more apprehensive. Music blared throughout the 
room. She knew he didn't have it on because he wanted to 
listen to music at a time like this. He had it on to 
lessen the sounds she might be making soon.

"Ron... no!"

Her hair fanned across the bedspread as she struggled 
feebly. Her rounded ass was raised high in the air, just 
the way her brother wanted it. She could see he was 
excited. He was squeezing his cock, as though to relieve 
some of the tension that was building up in it. She 
could see his prick throbbing. When he squeezed, a clear 
drop of seminal fluid leaked from the cockhead. She lay 
with her head to one side. She was shaking.

Suddenly her brother swung the towel in a wide arc, 
barely brushing her satiny smooth globes. Laura let out 
a gasp. She squirmed and moaned when he put his hand on 
her ass. Her flesh quivered to his touch. Her smooth and 
warm butt was trembling.

"Get ready now," he said, teasing her some more.

She knew now what she was in for. There was no getting 
out of it. Her brother wasn't about to change his mind. 
She squirmed as he felt and fondled the cheeks of her 
ass. Her lush tits were pressed against the mattress, 
their soft flesh oozing to the sides. She let out a 
little whimper when his fingers tickled the soft tissue 
of her cunt-lips.

Then he let her have it, a stinging slap with the wet 
towel, right across her ass. Laura gasped, closed her 
eyes and buried her face in the mattress. He gave it to 
her then, swat after swat, one stinging blow after 
another, across both cheeks. Laura let out a shocked 
cry, sobbed and tried not to scream, as her brother laid 
it on her. 

Mercilessly he walloped her across her butt again and 
again, while she stifled her screams by pressing her 
face into the mattress. As the wet towel stung her ass 
over and over, her wriggling, ravaged ass twisted and 
squirmed. It seemed to her in her pain-racked mind that 
her brother was getting a little carried away, but that 
was to be expected. She began to think it would never 
end, but eventually his arm began to tire. As he dropped 
the wet towel to the floor, she saw through tear-dimmed 
eyes his hand was kneading and stroking his bone-hard 
pecker.

Then she saw him squeezing a lubricant out of a tube and 
smearing it all over his cock. Seconds later he was on 
the bed with her. She felt him grabbing her ass, 
clutching her buttocks with both hands. He pushed her 
knees apart, spreading her shaking thighs, opening the 
crack of her ass to his attack.

She sobbed and squirmed, but she couldn't escape. She 
groaned as his fiery cock prodded her asshole. Then she 
felt him push, the head of his prick poked it's way in 
past her sphincter muscle. He went in deeper, and then 
he was fucking her in the ass.

His hands reached under her and he got a hold of both 
her tits, squeezing them gently in each hand. Then one 
hand moved to her cunt.

"I'll play with your pussy, Sis," he panted. "I want you 
to come off when I do!"

Laura would never admit to him that she already got off 
twice while he was brutalizing her ass with that wet 
towel. But he was right. She moaned with delight as he 
fingered her excited twat, while he drove his cock back 
and forth in her ass. She didn't want him shooting off 
his load without her getting hers too.

With a lustful cry she shoved her ass back against his 
invading pecker, while he diddled her pussy and mauled 
her excited tits. Her brother panted and gasped each 
time he drove his cock into her bum. His chest was 
pressed against her back, or would have been, had it not 
been for her hands bound behind her. With her tied the 
way she was, he had to do it all, finger her pussy and 
tease her nipples, and still keep his mind on moving his 
prick in and out of her ass with a steady rhythm. But 
she could still do something...

She could shove her ass back at him, thrust her asshole 
at him each time he drove his cock at her. And she could 
wriggle her buns like mad, rolling her hips around on 
his imbedded shaft. There were many things she could do 
to drive her brother crazy. And in her frenzy she did 
them all, and forgot all about the whipping he had given 
her ass.

With his hands clutching her by her cunt and one of her 
tits, he drove her wild with his cock, pulling it almost 
out of her ass, then cramming it all back in there, 
again and again and again. Babbling almost incoherently 
he told her how much he loved the feel of her asshole, 
how it felt so smooth and satiny and how it gripped him 
even tighter than his mother's did, when he had it up 
her butthole.

She was the best, her brother told her panting and 
groaning, the very best of everything. He fucked her 
asshole faster and faster, thrilled by her cries of 
submission, the feel of her ass pushing against his 
groin. Each time he plunged fully into her, her bum 
cheeks spread themselves, two rounded globes of soft 
satiny flesh rubbing against him.

Her brother was ass-fucking the hell out of her, and 
that thrilled her right down to her toenails. She was 
crying tears of pleasure, making noises of nearly 
unbearable joy, feeling him grinding his hips against 
her ass, pushing his cock into her butthole as far as he 
could get it. She was squealing, shrieking and babbling 
nonsense words, in the throes of a wildly intense 
orgasm, from his fingers doing outrageous things to her 
cunt and his cock doing even more outrageous things to 
her asshole.

Holding her by her cunt and one of her boobs, he fired 
off his load, shooting her rear passage full of his 
gushing juices. He was babbling like he was out of his 
mind, telling her how much he loved her gorgeous ass, 
loved ass-fucking her, and she laughed joyfully. They 
rolled onto their sides and lay there, trying to catch 
their breath, her brother's cock still in her ass.

Sometime later he withdrew his prick from her butthole 
and untied her. They got off the bed and with their arms 
about each other, they went into the bathroom and 
showered. While he coated her tits, cunt and ass with a 
thick soapy lather, she rubbed sensuously against him, 
telling him how good it had been. And she forgave him 
for the spanking he gave her, she told him, because she 
really had it coming to her, and someday she would tell 
him why. Grinning at her, her brother promised to always 
take good care of her ass, either with his cock or a 
good sound spanking - or both.

By some miracle they managed to dry each other off, get 
dressed and have supper on the table, just as their 
parents arrived home from work. No mother and father 
ever had a son and daughter who looked more innocent 
than they did, while the four of them sat at the supper 
table.

Laura's mother was more than just an attractive, highly-
sexed woman. She was also intelligent. She was far from 
being a dummy, about anything. Especially anything that 
went on in her home. It didn't take long for her to 
realize her son wasn't only fucking her, he was also 
screwing his sister. So the first chance they had to be 
alone together, she and her daughter had a long talk. 
Since both mother and daughter loved and adored each 
other, it was no problem for them to come to an 
agreement regarding Ron.

Mrs. Mitchell's husband had always been a sound sleeper. 
Once his head hit the pillow, he went out like a light 
and slept right through until morning. She never had to 
worry about him getting up in the middle of the night 
and catching her out of bed. So it had been her custom 
to lie there until she was certain her husband was sound 
asleep, then she would slip out of bed, tippy-toe across 
the hall and spend the night in bed with her son. 

Her daughter coming back home disrupted that little 
routine, but now that she and Laura had arrived at an 
understanding, she was able to resume it. At least every 
other night. That was the agreement she and Laura came 
to, that she would sleep with her son one night, and 
Laura would be in bed with him the next.

It went on like that from that time on, without Laura's 
father - or anyone else - ever being the wiser. Laura's 
brother thought he had found heaven, having two hot 
pussies to fuck as much as he wanted to - his good 
looking, highly sexed, forty-two-year-old mother and his 
gorgeous, hot and passionate, twenty-three-year-old 
sister. Laura too thought she had found heaven. Her 
young brother fucked the hell out of both her and his 
mother, without him showing any indication he was ever 
going to get enough.

Laura settled down to a contented life of living at home 
with her parents and her brother. She felt happier and 
more satisfied than she ever had while she was married 
and had her employer Paul T. Findley screwing her. 
Within the next two years she wrote three books, all 
best-sellers. They were sexually explicit. 

She saw nothing wrong with writing about sex. But the 
way she presented it was different. She didn't use the 
information she gathered to hurt anyone. She would never 
again, she promised herself, be tempted to expose women 
who had a good thing going with their sons, in the 
privacy of their homes.

And she hoped no one would ever write a book exposing 
the sex some women were having with their brothers.

The End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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