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MOMAMSON.TXT       MOM'S AMOROUS SON - A Story of Incest                GOS
                                by Roderigo
                   Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen


                                  Part 1

     "What!  Could it possibly be true? Did my son actually try to fuck Mrs.
Correlli?  A woman old enough to be his mother?  As old as me?"

     These thoughts were going over and over in Anita Collins' head, along
with images of her handsome athlete son in passionate intercourse with the
buxom lady from across the block.  One part of her mentality told her that
the whole thing was a mistake or even a deliberate lie.  But another part
recognized the fact that Brad was indeed a super horny teenager who was quite
capable of being attracted to and attracting, just about any mature woman. 
And Maria Correlli was the type who would be very attractive, especially to
adolescent boys with breast fixations.

     Anita was still reeling from the fervent conversation with John
Correlli.  John was sputtering and half incoherent at times as he expressed
his rage that his wife, the big-titted Maria, had been insulted by her son's
blatant attempt to seduce her.  It took a while for Anita to finally get the
whole story from him.  Brad had been mowing the Correllis' lawn, as he
frequently did for many people in the area.  He had gone into the house to
get a drink of water and had found Mrs. Correlli half dressed (that
spectacular top half bare).  Apparently he had been carried away by the sight
and had tried to persuade her to have sex with him.  This was the situation
when John Correlli had unexpectedly come home and discovered the shocking
scene.  Brad had fled and Mrs. Correlli broke down in tears and then told her
husband the sordid story.

     Mr. Correlli, as angry as he was, said that he did not want to stir up
any publicity.  He admitted that Brad had not tried to use force and perhaps
was not guilty of a real crime, since he had been given permission in the
past to enter the house unannounced when he was cutting the grass.  He knew
that Brad was a local sports hero and certainly would be up for a lucrative
scholarship when he graduated from high school.  He didn't want to ruin
Brad's reputation but he warned Anita that if Brad came near the house again,
there would be real trouble.  Anita knew that John Correlli would never have
the nerve to try anything physical with Brad.  She wondered why so often
those big, full-bodied sexpots like Maria Correlli were married to smallish,
rather insignificant looking men like John.

     Now Anita was in a turmoil, trying to plan what to say when Brad came
home.  She tried to shake from her brain the mental picture of that big
good-looking son of hers rutting upon the overblown body of that Correlli
bitch.  Was that what he really wanted?  She knew from years of personal
experience how fascinated Brad was with the female form.  Time after time she
had detected his surreptitious examination of her own body.  She knew that he
had spied on her on many occasions when she was dressing or grooming herself. 
In fact, she had been rather flattered by his attentions and occasionally she
had given in to the temptation to give him a little extra show, apparently
unintentionally.  She had even felt herself being turned on by the obvious
admiration of this extremely handsome young man who had sprung from her own
loins.

     She was very proud of Brad's accomplishments on the football field.  He
was the best middle linebacker the high school team had ever had.  He
dominated the defense and had been named to the all-conference team and even
to the all-state second team as a junior.  He even filled in as an excellent
tight end on the offensive team when a game was on the line.  Great things
were expected of him in his senior year.  He had grown to six feet three and
weighed an all-muscle 230.  A number of colleges had already made their
interest known.  In addition, although he didn't work too hard at it, he was
a very good scholar, with a solid A- average.  Anita had seen every game he
had played, both at home and away and she had thrilled to watch her own son
develop to the point where he could dominate a game like a man playing
against boys.  Her husband, Richard (usually called Dick) hadn't really been
that encouraging and though he enjoyed the attention that he himself received
as a result of Brad's prowess, he was too involved in his career to devote
much time to his son.

     But now what?  She knew that it would be up to her.  Her husband
wouldn't be any help at all.  In fact, she almost instantly decided that he
would never know about the situation if she could keep it hidden.  But what
could she do?  She knew that all the high school girls were mad about Brad. 
Many of the prettiest of them had boldly thrown themselves at his feet, so to
speak.  And not just the young girls.  She had seen their mothers in a dither
about him as well, setting traps to catch Brad for their daughters - or even
themselves.  She had even felt a sort of jealousy when these old broads, as
she thought of them, made goo-goo eyes and talked girlish baby talk to her
son.  The young girls she didn't mind, perhaps because Brad didn't seem to be
much interested in them, although he dated occasionally and she knew damned
well that he scored whenever he wanted to.  But now that she thought of it,
it seemed to be the older women that Brad turned on the charm for.  He had a
real knack for it; in no time at all they were practically eating out of his
hand.

     The back screen door slammed and Anita's emotions went flying 'like
sparks in burnt-up paper' (quoted from Lowell).  Brad was home.  She heard
the refrigerator close as she approached the kitchen door.  When she entered,
Brad was opening a can of Pepsi.  He was wearing only a pair of shorts and
some running shoes.  His muscular, deeply tanned torso was glistening with
sweat.

     "Hi, Mom," he said casually, showing no signs of stress as he took a
long swallow of the cold soda.

     "Brad...." Anita hesitated.

     Where should she start?  Should she wait until after supper?  No, Dick
would be there then.  Better to just get right to it; get the cards out on
the table.

     "Brad, Mr. Correlli was just here."

     Brad set the Pepsi can down.  He didn't say anything and his face was
expressionless but the tension in his body showed Anita that he knew what was
about to come.

     "Oh?  What did he want?"

     "Brad, I've got to know the truth.  What happened between you and Mrs.
Correlli?"

     Brad hesitated and then spoke.

     "What do you mean, Mom?  What did Correlli say happened?"

     She would rather have him just go ahead and tell his side of it but he
obviously was not inclined to do that.  She went ahead and told Brad the
whole story as John Correlli had told it to her.  She explained to Brad that
Mr. Correlli was not planning to take any other action but Brad was to stay
away from their house from now on.

     She could tell that Brad was relieved when he heard that the incident
would be kept quiet but then suddenly her son burst out laughing.  She was
shocked at this behavior but Brad just kept it up, almost to the point of
hysteria.  Then when she was about to demand what was so funny, Brad stopped.

     "She really pulled it off!  That was a pretty good story on the spur of
the moment."

     "Brad, what on earth is going on here?  Tell me the whole truth."

     "Mom, trust me, you really don't want to know."

     "I most certainly do want to know!  In fact, I demand to know!  Come on,
Brad.  I want the whole truth about what went on over there at the Correllis'
house."

     Brad remained silent until Anita actually screamed at him with tears in
her eyes.

     "Brad! For God's sake, tell me!"

     Finally Brad sat down.

     "Okay, Mom.  You asked for it.  The real truth is that if old man
Correlli had got home just a little bit later, he would have caught Maria and
me in bed - and not for the first time either.  I suppose then she'd have
said I raped her."

     Anita collapsed into a chair.

     "Oh, my God!  You've been sleeping with that old bag?  Oh, Brad, how
could you!"

     "Aw, come on, Mom.  She's not an old bag and you know it.  Every guy in
this town would give his eye teeth to get her in the sack."

     Anita swallowed the harsh words of ridicule that she would like to have
uttered.  Deep inside, she knew that what he was saying was true and it was
her own jealousy that was coloring her opinion.  Finally bringing her
feelings under control, she spoke more calmly.

     "All right, Brad, I want the whole story from the beginning.  Just how
did this start and how long has it been going on?"

     It took a while to get him started but eventually Brad poured out the
entire history of his affair with Maria Correlli and once he got warmed up,
he told it in far greater detail than Anita had really wanted to know.  Here
is the intriguing story of the sexual liaison between Bradley Marcus Collins
and Maria Correlli.

                                  * * * *

     It was an early spring day but it was unusually warm.  Brad was mowing
the Correlli lawn for the first time of the season.  It should have been done
sooner and the grass was rather tough to cut.  The mower kept wanting to
stall, so the whole job became drudgery.  Brad had stripped down to his
athletic shorts and shoes and yet the sweat was pouring off his body.  He was
thinking about knocking on the door to ask for a drink of water when Mrs.
Correlli opened the door and called to him.

     "How about a break, Brad?  Come on in and have a cold drink."

     Brad didn't have to be asked twice.  That cold drink sounded especially
welcome and as he looked at Maria Correlli, the invitation seemed doubly
enticing.  Mrs. Correlli was really rushing the season; she was wearing a
very skimpy sunsuit, sort of a romper kind of garment.  The top was like a
halter that had straps that tied around her neck, leaving most of her back
bare.  The two pieces that covered her tits were made for much smaller
mammaries than Mrs. Correlli's and the result was that half of each globe was
bulging out of its pocket.  The legs of the outfit were very short,
elasticized and leaving only a narrow strip to cover the voluptuous lady's
'private parts'.  A little line of light hair ran a few inches down each
inner thigh from the more abundant patch that must be inside.  Brad had to
struggle to keep from staring.  There was so much of her to see that he
didn't know where to look.

     Mrs. Correlli put some ice cubes into two glasses and filled them from
a large bottle of cream soda.  Brad took advantage when her back was turned
to stare at her very curvy ass and legs.

     'God!  Was that woman ever built!  Maybe there was just a little too
much of Maria Correlli but damn, it was surely well distributed.'

     Brad sat down at the kitchen table to hide his aroused cock, which was
too obvious in his shorts.  She set a cold glass in front of Brad and then
pulled a chair close up beside him and seated herself with her own glass. 
She smiled warmly at Brad as he took a sip of the cold soda.

     "There, isn't that better, Brad?"

     Brad smiled.

     "Much, much better, Mrs. Correlli.  You know just what a fellow needs."
(When he told her this, Anita thought, "This damned kid certainly knows how
to softsoap a woman.  What a line!")

     Mrs. Correlli laughed with a tinkly little giggle.

     "Well, most fellows need a little more than that but I'm glad you like
it so much."

     Then she went on (she loved to talk).

     "I'm certainly glad to have you available to take care of things around
here.  John would never get it done.  I have all kinds of other jobs around
the house and yard if you want to make some extra money, Brad."

     "Sure thing, Mrs. Correlli.  Anything I can do to help a damsel in
distress."

     Mrs. Correlli laughed.

     "A dam what?  Now hey, Brad Collins, watch what you're calling your
employer, your master - oops!  I almost said your mistress!"

     They both laughed at this little double entendre.  (Damn her slutty
hide, thought Anita.)

     "Actually what I'd like you to call me is just my first name, Maria.  I
think you're old enough now to be on a more equal level with us mature
citizens."

     Mark (that charmer) began softly crooning.

     "Maria, Maria, Maria - the most beautiful word in all the world -
Maria!" 

     This sent Maria's laugh soaring.  She lightly slapped Brad's hand and
then left her hand resting on his.

     "Goodness, you're quite the suave lady's man now, aren't you.  I'd
better be careful around you."

     Mark was up to the mark that day.

     "I'd think that a woman who looks like you would have to be careful
around any man," he said with a grin.

     Again Maria's laugh trilled to the heavens.  This handsome young kid was
really getting to her.

     "Goodness gracious, you're still sweating," she said.  "That must really
be hot work today."

     "Sorry, Mrs. - er - Maria.  I hope I don't smell too bad."

     "Oh, no!" Maria insisted.  "I think sweat makes a man smell like a man. 
I like it.  It sort of - well - makes me feel - "

     She dropped the statement but the meaning was clear.  Then she suddenly
jumped up and went to a linen closet.  She came back to the table with a bath
towel.

     "Here," she said, "let me dry you off a little."

     And she proceeded to wipe the sweat off Brad's back with the towel.

     Brad just sat there transfixed as this obvious seduction continued. 
Mrs. Correlli gently pulled him around by the shoulder and began to towel off
his face, then his broad, muscular chest.  As he leaned back to make room for
her ministrations, he suddenly glanced down and realized too late that his
excited cock, having used up every available inch of his shorts, had
protruded the purple-red head out of one leg.  Mrs. Correlli noticed it too
and as the towel approached that spot, she carefully dabbed at it.  She knelt
and began wiping off his legs, her face only inches from the raging cock
head, which she kept her eyes fixed upon boldly.  Brad hoped that she was
going to go for it with her mouth but she didn't.

     At last she gave a great sigh and stood up.

     "All that work is making me sweat now," she said.

     Brad was quick to rise to the bait.

     "Hey, Maria, you were kind enough to dry me off.  I'll gladly do the
same for you."

     He took the towel from her and began with her bare back, as she had done
to him.

     Then she turned to face him, a deep blush on her face.

     "Thanks, Brad.  I think I really need this."

     Brad wiped her smooth white shoulders and then began to wipe the large
portions of her tits that bulged out around the too small halter.  He took a
lot of time, more and more obviously feeling up the big beautiful breasts.

     "I think they need it more inside." Maria said with a tremulous voice.

     With this she reached behind her neck and untied the straps.  The skimpy
material dropped down below her waist and her big mammaries sprang free,
their long, hard brownish-pink nipples jutting out from large areolas.

     Brad began gently toweling off the massive breasts, lifting and pressing
them lovingly.  Then he dropped all pretense and put his lips on one big
nipple and began to suck and nibble at it.  Maria stood still, giving a soft
moan and letting Brad have his way.  Then he decided to go for it all.

     "I think that I get sweatiest between the legs.  Let's see about you."

     And he boldly slipped his fingers inside the top of her sunsuit and
began to tug it down over her hips.

     Maria gave another moan and then began to help Brad pull the garment
down.  She stepped out of it and stood before him with her hairy mound
completely exposed.  Her big tits sagged somewhat from their own weight and
she had a bit of a belly on her but she also had a nipped in waist,
excitingly swelling hips, nice full curvy thighs and a very inviting pussy,
whose pouting lips peeped through the abundant crispy hair at her crotch. 
Brad gently put his hand on that mound and began to ruffle through the hair,
then moved down to cup the whole pussy.

     "Oh, Brad! Darling! Oh, you darling boy!" Maria whined.

     She reached for his shorts and together they pulled them down.  His big
hard cock popped free, bobbing up and down, then pointing up at her.

     "Oh, God, Brad!  What a big, big penis you have!  Oooh, it's so much
bigger than John's!  I think it's the biggest one I've ever seen!"

     She grabbed it rather roughly and began tugging on it.

     "Oh, it's a beautiful cock, Brad baby!"

     Brad baby decided that he had to get that cock inside her pussy as soon
as possible, so he backed her against the counter, sort of boosted her big
ass up on it and rammed his rod right into her juicy cunt.  She sort of
screamed as he penetrated her.  A few hard thrusts and he was inside her
pussy right up to the balls.

     "Ooooh, Brad!" Maria whined.  "Oooooooh! I love that big thing in me!
Ooooh, it feels sooooo goooood!"

     She wrapped her arms around Brad's neck and covered his mouth with hers,
wide open, tongue lapping, saliva flowing freely.  In a few seconds his whole
face was wet.

     Brad fucked that big woman hard, ramming his cock fiercely into her
softness.  Her whole big body shook and recoiled as he plowed into her and
she humped back for more as he withdrew.  She was holding his neck as tightly
as she could and her open mouth, still on his, was emitting all sorts of
moans and groans and growls and various mutterings.  Occasionally the word
'Fuck!' could be heard among the various vocal sounds.  Brad was sort of
snorting and panting himself with his exertions.  He had fucked a number of
girls before but none with these Amazonian dimensions.  It took a lot more
energy and damn! it was exciting to be probing this big woman's cunt to the
depths with his hot cock.

     Then Maria started jerking and twitching and her voice began a series of
high-pitched squeals as she repeated like a broken record played at too high
speed.

     "Ooooh, Brad baby!  I'm coming!  I'm coming!  I'm coming!" (etc. about
50 times), then a long "I'm C-O-O-O-M-M-M-M-I-I-I-N-N-G-G!" ending in a long
drawn out scream.

     Brad matched her scream with a loud roar as he began shooting his hot
cum into her churning pussy.  He blasted her hard and fast as the cum kept
spurting deep into her belly.  At last he stopped and held his cock jammed
way back into her quivering, grasping pussy as the last of his juice flowed
into her.

     When Maria finally regained her senses, she was ecstatic.  She clung to
Brad and wept tears of joy and told him how much she loved him and how great
his big cock had made her feel.  She took him to her bedroom, where she
sucked him back to full size and he ate her pussy in exchange, sending her
into another soaring orgasm before he fucked her again and then again.  By
this time it was almost time for John to come home, so they had to kiss
good-bye but she made Brad promise to come back the next day to finish the
lawn.  And if it rains, she said, come anyway, because she would find
something for him to do.  When Brad left, she gave him fifty dollars.  He
didn't want to take it but she insisted.  It made him feel almost like a
prostitute but he was willing to be a prostitute for her.

     That had been in late April, about two months ago.  During those two
months, Brad figured he had screwed Maria about 50 times, usually in sessions
of 3 fucks at a time - in addition, of course, to various other sex play.


                                  Part 2

     Anita Collins was blessed and sometimes cursed, with a very vivid
imagination.  As her 17-year-old son described his torrid affair with the
big-bosomed, married 40-year-old Maria Correlli, she could see it very
clearly in her mind.  She could see her naked muscular offspring boosting the
overly endowed matron up against that counter and ramming home his huge young
cock in her hairy cunt.  Anita could see and feel, all that rosy quivering
flesh bouncing and humping against the passionate pounding of her voracious
young man.  She could see, feel and even taste, that big prick, swelling up
again to gargantuan proportions as that slutty Maria licked and sucked on it. 
She could smell the pungent crotch of Madame Correlli and feel the crispy
hair as her son's rapid tongue lapped at her tingling pussy.  And she almost
became dizzy at the sensation of being bounced and impaled along with that
horny old broad on top of Brad's strong young body in the Correlli bed.

     Anita's mind and senses were reeling and her nether lips were leaking
throughout the progress of the story.  She found herself squeezing her thighs
together and wriggling involuntarily as the heat built inside her loins.  She
had seen her son's cock on a few rare occasions, including a couple times
when it was aroused and she knew that it was enormous.

     'God, was she actually envying that fat cow because her son had used
that fantastic tool upon her?'

     She guessed that she was jealous of the emotion that he had spent upon
la Correlli but was it more than that? Did she really have a suppressed yen
to be fucked by her own son?

     As Brad's narration came to an end, Anita shuddered.  Was it from horror
or desire?  A bit of each perhaps.  She found her voice rather weak and
unsteady as she spoke.

     "But now it's got to stop, Brad.  There could be all kinds of problems
for you if any of this came out.  You'd get kicked off the team and lose your
chance for a scholarship."

     "Don't worry, Mom.  I'd already decided to end it.  Maria was starting
to get just too possessive and demanding for me.  This will give me a good
excuse to call it off."

     "Did - did you really love her, Brad?"

     "No, not really.  I guess I thought I did at first but it was just the
sex.  And the pride of having an older, sophisticated woman like that.  I've
found out now that she has had affairs with half the men in the neighborhood
but she says that I'm the only young one she's fucked with.  She - uh - also
says I'm the best but maybe she told that to all of them."

     "Oh, Brad, this is so unreal!  I just can't believe you would be mixed
up with an old - uh - woman like that."

     Then another thought struck her, even more alarming.  After all, she had
seen how easily Brad could charm her friends.

     "Wait a minute.  Maybe I shouldn't even want to know but have there been
any other women besides Mrs. Correlli?"

     Brad tried to straighten out a grin.

     "Gee, Mom, I think I'd better take the fifth amendment on that one."

     Anita felt like screaming.

     "You mean there's another one?  Who, for God's sake?"

     Brad tried to avoid answering but somehow she got the idea that he
really wanted to be persuaded to talk, that he was actually proud of his
conquests.

     "Brad, tell me right now.  I've got to know who else you've been -
fooling with."

     Finally Brad shrugged.

     "Well, okay, Mom, if you insist.  There's Millie Warren."

     "Millie Warren!  My God!  The pastor's wife?"

     "She's a woman, Mom.  She's got the same equipment inside her panties as
any other woman."

     "Brad!  Don't be so crude!  How on earth did you ever get started with
Millie Warren?  Come on.  You might as well just go ahead and tell me."

     Brad thought a moment.

     "I think that the main thing that made her loosen up and give it to me
was that her husband confessed to her that he had had an affair with a woman
in our congregation."

     Anita's heart leaped into her throat.

     'Oh God, no!'

     She just managed to control herself.

     "Pastor Warren had an affair with one of the church women?  I can't
believe it!  Did she say who it was?"

     "No, he wouldn't tell her that.  He said it wasn't really the woman's
fault as much as his.  She was a woman who had come to him for some advice
concerning her marriage and he felt that he had betrayed her faith in him."

     Anita could breathe again.

     'Thank God Bill hadn't revealed her name.  But why on earth did he have
to confess to his wife?'

     No more ministers for Anita!  But she had to admit that he had had a
surprisingly nice cock on him and knew how to use it damned well, considering
his profession.  She had spent quite a few pleasure-filled hours with Pastor
Bill Warren and the memories were great.  How they had joked about her being
the preacher's lay woman.  He was a hell of a lot better than that damned
football coach.  Athletes were supposed to have the reputation of being real
sex heroes but she had been forced to rev him up a couple times with her
mouth just so he'd have enough prick to stick into her cunt.  That sort of
killed the enjoyment.  He had tried to get her to go to bed with him again
several times after that but she always told him that the guilt feelings were
just too much for her.  Hah!  The real truth was that she wanted a man with
a lot better rod on him than the coach had.

     Anyway, back to Brad's love life.  After a little more prodding, Brad
finally condescended to tell the story of this sexual episode as well, with
just as many detailed embellishments as before.  Here is the idyll of
preacher's wife Millicent Mayfield Warren and her youthful paramour, our own
Bradley Marcus Collins.

                                 * * * * *

     Brad had never thought of Millie Warren as a sex object; you just
usually don't look at a minister's wife that way.  It wasn't that she didn't
have the face and the figure to interest him.  He had always thought that she
looked very nice but that was all.  Then one Sunday she had asked him if he
would help with a group of younger kids, from the ages of 10 to 12.  She knew
that they looked up to him as sort of a hero and she thought that Brad might
help to teach them games, to sort of coach them, while she took care of the
spiritual side.  Well, Brad did sort of like working with kids, so he said
that he would try it and it turned out to be a great success.  The number of
kids in the group doubled overnight and they loved Brad.  He knew his sports
and he was very patient with them as he taught them elementary techniques. 
They learned tumbling, played softball and touch football and basketball and
volleyball, all co-ed at this age.  Brad umpired and refereed for games as
well as coaching.

     Millie was extremely appreciative of Brad's help and she let him know
often.  Now he began to look at her more closely and he really liked what he
saw.  Millie was about 35, had honey-blonde hair and hazel eyes, a very
pretty face.  She was pretty well built too - oh, nothing spectacular like
Maria Correlli but she had all the curves in the right places, just a nicely
proportioned woman.  As he worked with Millie in planning and carrying out
activities, Brad found himself being turned on more and more.  He never
really expected anything to come of it but she was a very nice woman and he
was growing to like her very much.

     Bit by bit, though, Millie began talking more personally with Brad,
asking questions about how he was doing in school, what he did in his spare
time, what his plans were for the future, etc.  One day after he had refereed
a basketball game and the kids had left, Millie started talking about last
Friday night's football game, which she had attended.  She said that she
didn't really like football very much but she had been enthralled by watching
Brad play (yes, she said enthralled).

     "You were just so masterful I couldn't take my eyes off you," she said. 
"When you broke through and tackled their passer, why you just lifted him up
and slammed him down like a rag doll.  He didn't have a chance against you. 
You must be awfully strong."

     "Oh well," Brad said modestly, "It isn't so much strength as it is
leverage and momentum.  If you caught me just right, you could probably pick
me up and throw me down."

     "Oh, now you're exaggerating.  Why you'd just crush little old me."
Millie laughed and then she added, "I've wondered what it would be like to be
tackled like that.  What would it feel like if you tackled me?"

     "Well, now, ma'am, that might be interesting to try sometime."

     Millie laughed delightedly.

     "I think that would be a rather shocking experience."

     "Yeah," Brad said, "for me too."

     "But not necessarily unpleasant." Millie murmured and blushed.

     "Very pleasant indeed," Brad said, grinning.

     This was approaching the sort of flirtatious dialogue that so many women
seemed to enjoy with him.

     "I can't think of any lady I'd rather tackle."

     "Oh, you, Brad!  I think we'd better put this conversation on hold for
now."

     And they had done so.  However, in the days to come, Millie kept coming
back to the idea and Brad knew that she was beginning to want him as he had
started to want her.  He felt that she really wanted him to throw her down
and sock it to her but she couldn't quite let that happen because of her
position as a pastor's wife and first lady of the parish.

     Then had come that fateful day.  Brad had coached the kids through a
volleyball game in the church gym and they had just left when Millie finally
showed up.  Usually she was there the whole time but this time Brad could see
that she was really upset.

     "Is something wrong?" he asked.

     Then Millie broke down and wept woefully.  Brad put his arms around her
to comfort her and she clung to him as she wet his shirt with her copious
tears.  She felt warm and cuddly in his arms and he could feel the twin
pressures of her very nice tits against his chest.  He was getting very hard
down below and his hardness was pressing against her stomach, which she might
not be aware of in her present state of mind.

     Finally she revealed the reason for her grief - the freshly confessed
affair with some lady of the congregation.  She could never have believed
that Bill would do that to her.  She had been completely faithful to him
through their 12 years of marriage.  Sure, she had been tempted too but she
had kept her vows.

     "Oh, the perfidy!  The betrayal!"

     As she moaned and complained, she kept her arms around Brad's neck and
her body pressed tightly against his.  Gradually the sobs stopped but she
stayed right there, hanging on tenaciously.  Her body felt warmer and warmer
against him, in fact, downright hot.  Brad kept patting and rubbing her back
with greater intensity.  Then he cautiously kissed her on the neck as her
head was resting on his shoulder.  She responded by hugging him even tighter
and pushing her hips against his hard-on.

     Then all at once Millie Warren was kissing Brad passionately on the
mouth, urgently, insistently.  She was wiggling and humping her hips against
his cock.  There was no longer any doubt that she was aware of his aroused
state now.  Then she whispered hissingly into his ear, like the serpent spake
in Eden.

     "Tackle me, Brad!  Put me down on my back, Brad!  Do it to me!  I want
you to fuck me, Brad!"

     In the corner there was a stack of mats that were used for tumbling and
wrestling.  Brad pulled Millie over to them and then did what he knew she
wanted.  He picked her up and plunked her ass down solidly on the mats with
himself on top.  They struggled to get part of their clothes off.  It was
awkward because they didn't want to let go of each other in order to make it
simple to strip.  But in a couple of minutes her skirt was way up and her
panties were off and Brad's pants were gone.  Millie gasped as she grabbed
Brad's huge cock.

     "Oh, my God!" she whispered.

     But undaunted, she guided the big thing to her downy pussy and helped
him poke the purplish-red head between her now damp lips.

     Millie groaned as that huge fuck pole forced its way up her tight,
childless love passage but she humped her hips hard against him once, twice,
three times, until he was finally in all the way to the balls, filling her
far more tightly than ever before.  She gave little whimpering moans as Brad
began to fuck her, gently at first, not wanting to hurt her.  They began to
kiss again as they fucked and Millie's mouth opened wide to accept Brad's
probing tongue.  The tongue fucking was coordinated with the cock thrusts, as
Brad's movements made her body rock up and back.  She had one of the tightest
cunts that Brad's dick had ever enjoyed and he had to struggle to keep from
approaching his climax too soon.

     But Millie was apparently so horny from this very unusual - in fact,
unique for her - adulterous experience that she was very soon ready to go
over the top herself.  She began using her body to urge Brad on to harder,
faster and deeper penetrations.  Her mouth, still very busy on Brad's, was
making urgent sounds that were something like 'Ummmph! Ummmph! Ummmph!' each
time Brad's ramming cock hit bottom.  She was bucking lustily with her hips
as well, showing surprising strength and passionate desire.

     When Brad sensed that she was going into her orgasm, he finally let go
and began blasting his cum deep inside her grasping, churning pussy.  She
felt it and redoubled her efforts to get every possible sensation out of this
fantastic fuck.  Both of them were panting and sweating and writhing in the
heat of their mutual orgasm.

     'God!' thought Brad as he drained the last of his cum into her, 'I've
actually fucked the preacher's wife right in the church!'

     As they lay there, their energy spent, his softening cock still inside
her, their juices dribbling down her ass crack onto the mats, Millie wept a
little bit again.  Brad could understand how her feelings were overwhelmingly
mixed up.  A preacher's wife, now an adulteress, guilty of the same sin as
her fallible husband.  Furthermore, indulging in sex with a 16-year-old high
school boy.  But damn, it was good sex!  The best ever for her.  Or at least,
Brad conceitedly thought it must be.

     Brad hardened up again fast as he caressed Millie's thighs and ass and
tits, so he didn't even withdraw from her cunt's fond embrace until they were
fucking again to another grand climax.  In fact, Millie got off a couple
times before Brad shot another load way up into her belly.

     'She's a damned good piece of ass, even if she was a preacher's wife,'
thought Brad.

     She seemed to love everything that he did to her and she gave back as
good as she got.  Although Millie had to fight her strong guilt feelings, she
loved Brad's cock too much to give it up right away.  So they continued to
fuck each other for several months, in fact, overlapping the beginning of the
affair with Mrs. Correlli.  Brad introduced this inexperienced older woman to
oral sex, at first licking her pussy over her violent protests until she saw
how good it felt.  He gently led her toward fellatio and she came to the
point of kissing his prick.  Finally he lost patience with her, held her down
and stuck his cock into her mouth.

     "Suck, damn it!"

     She did and in a short time came to love doing it for him.  He had
discovered by this time that Millie frequently liked her sex to be a bit
rough.  Somehow she could abandon herself to it more easily if somehow it
seemed that she was forced into it and wasn't really responsible.

     One day she told Brad, as they disrobed and prepared to screw, the bad
news.

     "Brad, darling, this will be our last fuck.  I have a very special
reason that I will tell you before you leave."

     Although Brad protested, he actually wasn't too unhappy to have the
affair end because he was heavily into (pardon the pun) Maria Correlli by
this time.  After a very loving fuck session, Millie told Brad her secret as
she kissed him good-bye.

     "I'm pregnant, Brad.  I've tried so many times before to have a child
and now I'm really going to be a mother.  I don't know whose child it is but
all the world will believe it's my husband's and I will never question it
myself.  As a mother, I must return to my wedding vows and never again commit
the sin of adultery.  I'll always be grateful to you, Brad and I'll always
love you but I know that Bill and I can be happy again now.  Good-bye, my
darling."


                                  Part 3

     "I suppose I should be grateful to that woman who committed adultery
with the preacher or I never would have got into Millie Warren's panties,"
said Brad, smiling complacently.

     'Yes, that woman surely did a lot for you,' thought his mother, Anita
Collins.  'Oh, God, what a situation!  Here I fucked our pastor, Bill Warren
and he was fool enough to confess it to his wife.  Thank God he didn't tell
her who the woman was.  But because of that innocent little bit of
recreation, Bill's wife opened her legs for my son and now he may be the
father of her unborn child.'

     "Oh, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive."

     How true that quote is!

     "Brad, you are just too much!" was all she could say.

     She could feel her cunt juices seeping out and wetting her panties.  She
was still trembling at the mental image of her son ramming his big cock into
the mouth of the preacher's wife.

     "Well, since you are such a stud for the old biddies, I suppose there
are still others that you have been playing around with."

     Again Brad smiled rather smugly.

     "Well," he said, "there's one more - Jenny Thompson."

     "Oh, God, no!  Jenny Thompson!  Chuck's mother?"

     Chuck was the long, lean quarterback of the football team, another major
reason for its success.  But Jenny, though she was a fun-loving sort,
certainly didn't seem like the kind of person to indulge in sex affairs with
teens.  She was short, plump and rather dumpy looking, Anita thought.

     "But how could you manage to get to her without Chuck finding out?" she
asked.

     "That's just the way I did get to her.  Chuck was there first."

     "Huh?" Anita uttered stupidly.

     "Chuck swore me to secrecy and then told me that he was screwing his
mother.  I think he was so proud of himself that he had to boast to somebody
about it."

     "Chuck Thompson screwing his own mother!  Oh, my God!  What is this
world coming to?  But how did you get involved with her?"

     "Well, I told Chuck that I didn't believe him.  I said it was just a
jack-off fantasy.  Actually I did believe him, because I had seen a couple
things that I could see now were a little more than usual mom-son things. 
But I kept putting him on by pretending I just couldn't believe him.  A
couple days later when he told me that he had just fucked his mother again,
he said that he could prove it to me.  Then he invited me over for the next
morning.  He would hide me in the closet and fuck her right there in his room
where I could see for myself."

     "Oh, Brad!  This is getting worse and worse!  A son fucking his mother
and inviting his best friend to watch!"

     "Yeah," said Brad with a big grin.  "God, it was fun!"

     Then he went ahead and told her of the menage a trois of Charles 'Chuck'
Thompson, his loving mother Jenny Thompson and our shameless hero, Bradley
Marcus Collins.

                                 * * * * *

     Brad had met Chuck outside his home at 9:00 Saturday morning as had been
arranged and Chuck sneaked him inside and to his room.  Brad was installed in
the closet with the door open a crack and was told to wait.  Through the
crack he had a clear view of the whole bed.  A little later he heard the
sound of voices and Chuck and his mother entered the bedroom.  She was
wearing a long dressing robe and seemed to be protesting, although she had a
smile on her face.

     "Oh, you horny kid you," she said.  "Don't you ever get enough?  You're
like an alcoholic needing his first drink early in the morning."

     "Aw, come on, Mom," Chuck begged.  "I really need it.  And besides, I
know that you like it as much as I do."

     Jenny Thompson sighed.

     "Oh well, you do keep your dear old mother well satisfied.  Since you're
so horny, I guess I could supply you with a quick piece of ass."

     In the closet Brad's cock was quickly as hard as a rock and he unzipped
his pants and took it out to play with.  This was going to be good.

     Chuck grabbed his mother and kissed her solidly on the lips.

     "Thanks, Mom," he said.  "You're the greatest!"

     He pulled the belt loose on her robe and stripped it off her body.  She
had on only a pair of white panties and her nice big tits were swinging free. 
She didn't look bad at all from Brad's viewpoint.  She was a little bit
chubby but she sure looked like all woman.

     Chuck stuck his fingers in the waistband of his mother's panties and
tugged them down, revealing a very hairy crotch under a curving belly.  Her
full thighs were very nice where they swelled into her ample hips and formed
that vee at her pussy.  Chuck put his hand directly on her hairy pussy and
began fingering it and she spread her legs and let him do it as she helped
him take off his shirt and pants.

     "Ok, Mom," Chuck said as soon as he was naked, his long cock bobbing in
the air, "I'd like to do you doggy style this time.  Get on the bed on your
hands and knees."

     "My, you're awfully bossy this morning," his mother said as she casually
climbed onto the bed.

     Chuck smacked her on the ass with a loud slap.

     "Stick that ass up there, woman.  I gotta get this cock in your pussy
now!"

     His mother rose up on her knees and rubbed her stinging ass.

     "Damn you, Chuck!  You're going to kiss that or you won't get a thing
from me."

     "Sorry, Mom," Chuck said.  "I got carried away."

     He leaned down and kissed the spot of the slap on her bare ass lovingly.

     "I'll kiss this ass any time I get the chance," he said, as he kissed
all over both smooth hemispheres and even in the crack.

     He had one hand under her crotch and was fingering her pussy again.

     "Okay, you're forgiven," Mrs. Thompson said.  "Here's my ass all ready
for you."

     She lowered her tits to the bed, resting on her elbows with her ass
thrust up and out, her knees on the very edge of the bed.  Brad could see
through the crack of the closet door right into the crack of her ass and the
hairy cunt beneath her ass, framed by her widespread plump thighs.  God, it
sure looked appetizing!

     Chuck stepped between her feet and standing beside the bed, he pulled
her hips back until his cock was entering the gap below her asshole.  Then he
leaned forward as he pulled her ass back and his long prick slowly pushed
between the puffy lips of her cunt.  He fucked it back and forth a few times
until that whole long pole was completely inside her, with her ass right up
against his belly.  Brad had a ringside seat and could see the coupling
perfectly from only a few feet away.  He could clearly see Chuck's long cock
going in and out of those soft hair-fringed lips.  His own big dick was hot
in his hand.

     Then Chuck started thrusting into his mother's cunt.  She cooperated by
rocking back and forth, bucking her nice big ass back against him as he
fucked into her juicy pussy.

     "Mmmm, that's nice, sonny boy!" she muttered as they screwed doggy
style.

     "You sure do hump that big sexy ass nice!" Chuck said, as he rammed her
harder and harder.  "Looks great too."

     Brad could certainly say a loud amen to that if his presence hadn't been
a secret.  He was really turned on by seeing this mother take her son's big
cock into her pussy from the rear and enjoy it so much.  He had never
observed two other people having live sex before, although he had seen it in
porno movies.  The movies couldn't come anywhere near the real thing.  Maybe
the broads in the movies had trimmer bodies but damn! that Jenny Thompson
sure looked sexy as hell bucking and humping her ass for her son's fuck rod.

     Then Chuck gave a yelp and started pumping like crazy, shooting his load
into his mom's cunt.  She humped faster too to keep up with her son's eager
thrusts, her strong thighs propelling her luscious ass backward and forward
with great power and speed.  Finally Chuck slumped over his mother's back,
panting and sweating.  She tried to keep humping but he was done.  Finally he
pulled out dripping cum on the floor and the edge of the bed.  Juices
trickled down the plump thighs of the still widespread Mrs. Thompson, as Brad
stared right into that swollen, reddened wet pussy.

     Then Jenny gave a sort of wail.

     "Dammit, Chuck, that was too fast!  You've got me all roused up now and
you're all done."

     "Well, I can lick you, Mom," Chuck said, as he wiped his cock with a
handful of tissues.

     "No, what I need is a cock inside me," his mother said.  "I guess we'll
have to bring Brad out of the closet so he can finish the job."

     Brad was thunderstruck.  He almost but not quite, lost his erection. 
How had she found out?  Then Chuck was laughing as he opened the closet door. 
Damn!  It was a setup!  Both of them had known he was in that closet and they
were putting on a performance for him.  Brad stepped out, blushing and trying
to jam his hard cock back into his pants.

     "You heard her, Brad," said Chuck, with a broad grin on his face.

     "Hey!" his mother hollered.  "Don't put that thing away!  You're going
to need it.  I'm going to report you as a peeping Tom if you don't get over
here and finish the job that Chuck started.  It looks like you've got just
the equipment I need.  And how!"

     Brad looked at Chuck.

     "Go ahead, Brad.  I can promise you that she's damned hot stuff.  And
she wants you.  This was mostly her idea."

     Well, Brad couldn't refuse an invitation like this, so he stripped off
his clothes and slowly approached the bed.  He waited to see what Jenny was
going to do.  She resumed her earlier position with her big ass sticking up
at him.

     "Chuck, get over here on the bed.  I want to get you ready as a
reserve." she said.

     She directed him to lie on the bed in front of her, with his cock
sticking up right by her face.

     "Okay, Brad, stick that big thing into Mommy's hungry cunny.  It looks
even better than I thought it would." she then said to Brad.

     Brad stepped between her thighs and took hold of Jenny's hips.  Then he
pressed the tip of his cock against her hairy cunt lips, still wet from her
previous fuck.  She was so slick that it took him only a few shoves to get it
clear into her but she was plenty tight enough to make it a good close fit.

     "Ahhhh!  That's just what Mama needs," Jenny sighed.

     Then she started licking at Chuck's reviving cock and humping her hips
back against Brad's belly.  It took awhile to get into the rhythm so that she
wouldn't be pulling Chuck's cock out by the roots while she rocked to Brad's
fucking motion.  But finally they were really in action.  Jenny had her son's
cock well into her mouth now and was sucking lustily.  Brad loved watching
her sexy big ass flex as she humped it back to meet his strokes.  She felt
damned good on his cock.

     What a great new experience!  Fucking his best friend's mother doggy
style while she sucked her own son's lucky cock!  This was the best yet for
Brad.  He began ramming into Jenny's cunt with enthusiasm, pulling way out
and pistoning in hard.  He could tell from her eager reactions that she liked
it too.  She kept bucking back to get the most out of each drive.  Then Brad
thought of something that he had recently learned from Maria Correlli.  He
reached his hand around Jenny's active thigh and got his hand on her mound. 
This way he could get his finger on her clit and manipulate it while he
fucked her.  This got a reaction right away, as Jenny jerked.

     "Ummmph!" she said loudly in a voice muffled by Chuck's cock.

     Brad kept it up, fucking and fingering and soon the beautiful ass of
Chuck's mom's started going wild.  She really went to work on Chuck's cock as
well, for soon he yelled out and started jerking and shooting into her mouth. 
She started moaning and growling in a muffled way and Brad had to hold on to
her ass as he fucked her furiously.  He could feel his climax coming and he
knew it was the right time for all of them, so he just let go and started
spouting his cum into her wildly undulating hips.  All three of them came
within a few seconds of each other.  In a few moments they were all lying
together on the bed, panting and quivering with the after-effects of their
orgasms, their naked bodies covered with sweat, cum on their crotches,
Jenny's face and various other places.

     After a while, Jenny took hold of both of the boys' cocks and started
reviving them by jacking them firmly.  Brad got a finger in her sloppy wet
cunt and started fingering her again.  Chuck started sucking on one of her
nipples.  As they lay there pleasuring each other, Jenny Thompson moaned.

     "I think I've died and gone to heaven.  What more could any woman want
than two big horny young cocks?"

     Brad recovered his hardness sooner, since Chuck had already got off
twice.  Jenny pushed Brad onto his back and began sucking his cock.  God, he
loved to watch her head bobbing up and down and feel her lips and tongue
sucking hard on his growing prick.  But then Jenny climbed astraddle Brad and
lowered herself onto his upstanding member.  He watched it disappear from
view as her hairy mound came down to meet his own hair.  Then she threw
herself forward and put her cum-covered mouth on his in a big open-mouthed
kiss.  She began lifting her hips and lowering them onto his, fucking him
slowly but very firmly.

     Chuck began playing with her ass and Brad's balls as his mother
continued to fuck his best friend.  He got down where he could see from
inches away his mother's pussy slide up that big wet pole, the lips pulling
out and then slide back down, pushing the lips back inside.  As he later told
Brad, it was an exciting sight to him, watching Mom fuck, almost as much fun
as fucking her himself.  Before long, Jenny started coming again.  As Chuck
knew well, she always came best when she was on top.  She really began riding
Brad, slamming down onto him as hard as she could, then bucking her big ass
way up, faster and faster, all the time with her open mouth on Brad's,
moaning and groaning and panting.  Then Brad's cock sensations went over the
top and he added his groans to hers as he lifted his ass up and started
shooting another load of cum into that overflowing pussy.

     After a few moments of shuddering recovery, Jenny rolled off onto her
back and immediately Chuck jumped on her, stabbed his cock into her up to the
roots and began fucking her like mad.  She had been exhausted but in no time
at all she was revved up and fucking back again.  It was almost as if a new
orgasm just picked up where the last one had left off.  Never had her son
fucked her so hard before.  He was bouncing their bodies all over the bed. 
This time Brad was the spectator, although he managed to feel various parts
of Jenny's body as her son was screwing her.  He loved watching Chuck hammer
her with his long prick and to see all that lovely plump womanhood being
bounced and bounced.  She curled her soft legs around her son's body and
squeezed him to her with them, moaning again very loudly.  Then Chuck yelled
out again and shot his third load of the morning.  He lay inert on his
mother's body for two or three minutes while she petted and stoked his back. 
Then he rolled off.

     Now it was Brad's turn again.  He had been so turned on by watching
mother and son in fierce intercourse that his cock was again stony hard.  He
jumped on the already well-fucked body of Chuck's mother and rammed his rod
into her once more.

     "Oh God!" she exclaimed.  "Another one already!"

     But she was up to the situation and began humping Brad with renewed
vigor.  It was another wild, hard superactive fuck, with the bed again taking
quite a beating as these two large bodies bounced all over it in their coital
passion.  Jenny soared to another tremendous orgasm as Brad again shot a load
of his cock juice into her hyperactive love passage.

     As they again lay together, lovingly caressing but too spent for further
intercourse at the moment, Jenny Thompson warmly thanked her son for adding
his friend to their relationship.

     "We'll have to get together often from now on.  Okay boys?"

     Both boys enthusiastically exclaimed that it was definitely okay.  And
indeed it was during many sessions thereafter.


                                  Part 4

     Anita Collins almost felt as if she herself had been fucked multiple
times after listening to this lurid tale of three-way sex.

     'My God,' she thought, 'Jenny Thompson and her son and my son having an
orgy and not just once.'

     The vivid image of two horny boys alternately jumping on the mother of
one of them and fucking her repeatedly without a break!

     'God!  All that cum!  She must have had it coming out of her ears before
they were finished.  What would it be like to be the object of pleasure for
two young quickly rejuvenated boys like that - for hours at a time?'

     A wave of jealousy shot through her as she thought of Jenny Thompson
sucking Brad's cock and taking it up her pussy.

     Jealousy!  Could this be real?  Was she really jealous?  No, that
couldn't be.  It was just that this woman was lewdly abusing her innocent
young child and ought to be arrested for contributing to the delinquency of
a minor.  That's all it was.  But those sensations in her loins gave the lie
to that.  Her son was giving sexual pleasure to a whole harem of older women
and his mother was being left out.  That was the problem.  She fought to
stifle this idea but it was gaining control of her mind.

     With a shaking voice, she tried to reason with Brad.

     "How could you help a friend to commit such a disgusting sin with his
own mother?  Don't you think it's evil?"

     "Well, no, Mom, I don't.  Chuck loves his mother a lot more now than he
did before and I mean in a good way - you know, in a real mother-son way. 
He's a lot more respectful and even obedient now, a better son all around. 
And you know why?"

     "Why?  Just so he can get sex?"

     "No, it's because he's now absolutely sure that his mother really loves
him."

     "Brad, Jenny Thompson is a short, fat old bag.  Now why would you want
to get mixed up with her when you can have your pick of so many beautiful
young girls?"

     "Mom, you've never seen Jenny Thompson with her clothes off.  She's a
real sexpot.  Maybe she is a little plump but in bed she looks terrific.  And
she's great fun.  As far as young girls go, they bore me.  It takes a real
woman, one with some experience and maturity, to interest me."

     "But Jenny Thompson!  Your best friend's mother!"

     "I think that's the thing that makes her so exciting - the mother thing,
that is.  I guess one of the most common fantasies a young guy can have is -
uh - you know - doing it with his mother." Brad said slowly and carefully,
blushing a little.

     Now it was Anita's turn to blush.  She tried to control her emotions and
to think clearly about how she could get through to Brad that his activities
were wrong.

     "Brad, the point is that you cannot continue to go around having sex
with all these married older women.  Don't you see how dangerous it is?  You
could ruin your reputation.  You could even get shot by a jealous husband,
for God's sake."

     "Jenny is divorced."

     "Yes but what about the others?  And I'm sure that there must be more
that I don't know about - or there will be if you go on like this.  What can
we do to keep you at home where you belong and out of these old women's
beds?"

     Brad was silent for a moment, then began awkwardly.

     "Well, Mom, there's - uh - well - " he broke off, then said, "Chuck
doesn't mess around with any other women."

     A flash of heat swept through Anita's body.

     "What do you mean by that?" she demanded hoarsely.

     "Well, you - uh - said something about being home where I belong.  Well
- you see - Chuck's got - uh- something to stay home for."

     His head was down and he was avoiding her eyes and his indecisive manner
of speaking was very unusual for her normally glib son.

     Anita definitely knew what he meant now.  There could be no mistake.  He
was saying that if he could fuck his own mother, he would be glad to stay
home and out of other women's beds.  She knew that she should denounce this
idea vehemently and castigate him as a disgusting and dishonorable son.  But
instead she just sat there with her imagination unreeling images of Brad
screwing those other older women and then - then she visualized him
approaching her own crotch with that huge young cock.  No!  No!  She just
wouldn't think of it.  God!  What a thrill it would be!  No, dammit!  NO!

     The silence had lasted for some time.

     "Which of those three women was best in bed?" Anita asked, surprisingly.

     'God,' she thought, 'now why the hell did I ask that?'

     "Well," Brad began hesitantly, "They were all good.  I liked Maria
because she has the best figure overall and I guess just because she is a
preacher's wife and never played around before.  But Maria was a much hotter
lover, more experienced and of course, she has those great tits, so I really
got more of a bang out of her.  But I guess Jenny is the best, because she's
just so much fun.  She doesn't look as good as the other two but she just
pure loves sex in every form and as I said, there's the mother thing.  That
really gets to me, Mom."

     Anita blushed again.

     "Have you had sex with Jenny alone or just with Chuck?"

     "Oh, I fucked her alone a couple times.  Chuck doesn't know it.  His mom
wants to keep it a secret just so it won't hurt his feelings."

     "Did she invite you to come alone or was it your idea?"

     "She asked me to come the first time and I dropped in the second time
when I knew Chuck was tied up somewhere else.  She was sure glad to see me."
he grinned broadly.

     Anita licked her dry lips, probably dry because she was practically
panting through her mouth.

     "Do you think Maria's tits are nicer than mine?"

     'Oh, God!'

     Again it had just come out without her will.

     "Oh no, not at all! - er - that is, I don't think so.  I mean, well,
Maria's sort of sag and yours don't seem to - that is, - of course, I haven't
seen them bare, so I don't know for sure."

     'You miserable little liar,' she thought, 'you have seen them bare.  I
know you've sneaked around and seen everything I've got.'

     "And your face is a lot prettier than hers," Brad added.  "A lot
prettier."

     "Thank you, honey," Anita mumbled, blushing again.  "Is Millie's - uh -
body prettier than mine?"

     "No way, Mom!  She doesn't have nearly as much in the - uh - bust and
not quite as much in the hips and aa - er - behind as you.  In fact, I don't
know any woman with a better shape than you've got, Mom."

     Her heart fluttered with a wave of joy and gratitude and her pussy
creamed even more.

     "Thank you, Brad but you don't have to flatter me."

     "No flattery, Mom.  Just the absolute truth - at least, the way I rate
women.  Of course now, I've seen them with all their clothes off and I
haven't had the - uh - pleasure of seeing you naked, so maybe I could be
wrong."

     She could easily see what his scheme was and she should angrily cut him
off right now but somehow she was being compelled by her emotions and her
biological urges to play along with him.

     "Oh?  Do you really think you could be wrong?"

     "Well, no but it's really hard to tell, Mom.  Now Jenny especially looks
a lot better nude.  It's surprising.  And then there's this other woman -
oops!  Oh well, she looks great until you get that padded bra and girdle off
her and then she's saggy and shapeless.  You never can be sure."

     'God!  Still another one!'

     But mainly Anita felt insulted to hear him say that she might not look
as good nude.  Even though she knew very well that he had seen her completely
unclothed, she felt an overwhelming desire to prove to him that her body was
outstanding.

     "Look here, dammit, Brad!  I don't wear any padding or other phony aids
and I think you know it."

     She took a deep breath, then declared boldly.

     "Here, I'll prove it."

     She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and yanked it off.  In a few seconds
she had unhooked her bra and tossed it aside.  There she stood with both big
shapely breasts standing up firmly, the pink nipples jutting out brazenly. 
She knew she wasn't as big as Maria Correlli but she was damned sure that her
boobs were plenty big enough to please any tit lover and were still as firm
as when she was a teenager.

     "Okay, Don Juan, what do you say about these babies?"

     "Oh Jeez, Mom!  Fantastic!  They're just absolute beauties!  I've never
seen better tits in any magazine or porn film or anywhere else!"

     His eyes were glued to her breasts, wide with unfeigned admiration.  She
could tell that he would love to get his hands on them.

     "Of course, the real test is - uh - how they feel, you know."

     She marched right up to him.

     "Okay, feel!"

     Brad gasped and then reached out with both trembling hands and gingerly
touched her hard, upstanding nipples.  She trembled herself when she felt her
own son's fingers on her breasts for the first time since infancy.  She stood
still, waves of pleasure sweeping through her as he more boldly began to
massage her big tits and to manipulate her sensitive nipples.

     "Oh God, Mom!  There couldn't be anything in the world that feels as
good as these beautiful big melons!"

     An even stronger thrill shot through Anita's body at this obviously
sincere praise.

     "I gotta taste them too, Mom.  Every woman has a different taste." 

     She grasped both tits in her hands and thrust them out toward his face,
presenting her twin goodies to him freely.

     "Taste!" she commanded.

     Taste he did, tenderly kissing each nipple in turn with soft lips, then
touching them lightly with his tongue, licking them, getting them wet, then
placing his mouth on them and sucking, gently at first, then more
insistently, then sort of nibbling and chewing lightly on them, switching
back and forth from tit to tit.

     "Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" he began repeating, "Delicious, Mom - delicious!"

     Anita held his head with both hands, running her fingers through his
short, football player's hair as he suckled and nibbled her breasts.

     "Oh, Brad honey!" she moaned.  "Oh, my darling, darling boy!  Oooooh,
that feels so nice, my sweet Brad!"

     She felt herself starting to come already, just from his loving
attentions to her tits.  Soon she was moaning and writhing in ecstasy,
pulling his head frantically into her soft white globes, trembling and
tingling all over.

     Brad finally pulled his face out of the deep valley of her gorgeous
cleavage and murmured in awe.

     "God, Mom, if the rest of you is this good, I'll be in heaven!"

     Anita quickly unbuttoned her shorts and pulled down the zipper.

     "You can't tell how good a woman is till you've fucked her!" she found
herself saying brazenly.

     Now she was sounding like him!  With his help, she shucked off the
shorts, stepping out of them in only her sheer white bikini panties.  Brad
was staring at her dark mound showing through the thin fabric, looking as if
his mouth were watering.

     "Brad!" Anita cried.  "Rip them off me!  Tear your mother's panties
right off!"

     Brad was very quick to comply.  He hooked his fingers in the sides and
his strong hands tore the panties into two pieces with a ripping sound.  He
cast the filmy tatters aside and gazed in delighted awe at her smooth rounded
belly curving down to that exciting mound covered with dark-brown hair, where
the soft, swollen lips were peeping through, oozing the moisture of her
sexual arousal.  In a moment his hand was cupping that precious cunt of his
beautiful mother, feeling the crispness of the hair and the wet softness of
those lips at the gateway to paradise.

     "Oh, come on, Brad!  Quick!  Let's go to bed!"

     She gave his hand a tug and turned to dash out of the kitchen.  Brad
followed her with joy.  But when he saw that fantastic ass, swelling out in
such sexy perfection, he just couldn't wait.  As they reached the living
room, he dragged her down onto the soft carpet, struggling out of his shorts
at the same time.  In a moment she was spread wide open before him and he
lunged at her with his enormous cock, spearing straight into that inviting
hairy target.  With no preliminaries at all, he rammed his rod home with one
mighty thrust.

     Anita first felt a searing pain as that gigantic fuck pole plowed deep
into her soft love passage.

     'God! It's big!  Bigger by far than anything that had ever been in there
before!'

     But then as her creamy passage opened to accommodate his demanding tool,
she felt overwhelmingly fulfilled - filled full and fulfilled.

     'Oh, what a tremendous feeling to be lying here on the living room
carpet with her own big handsome son's gargantuan cock deep inside her cunt! 
What an outrageous thrill!'

     Never had she felt so overcome with sheer pleasure.

     She couldn't control her feelings, her speech or her movements.  She
heard herself moaning loudly and saying all kinds of words that she had never
uttered before in her son's presence.

     "Oooooh, Brad honey!  You feel so goddamned gooooood in Mommy's pussy!
Oh, Brad baby, you're making Mommy feel so goood!  Fuck your Mommy, Brad! 
Oh, fuck your horny, happy Mommy!"

     Brad baby was really fucking Mommy now.  Every fierce thrust scooted her
a few inches across the floor, sliding her soft ass on the thick carpet.  She
wrapped her beautiful full thighs around her son's body, clasped her ankles
behind him and pulled him harder into her.  She got both hands on his ass and
added the strength of her arms to pull him harder and deeper still.  As big
as that monstrous cock was, she just couldn't get enough of it.  She wanted
to pull her son's entire body into her, to take him right back into the womb
that had born him.  Every stroke into her churning pussy was a stroke of
sheer delight to her.  She felt every inch of him, an awful lot of inches,
plunging in and out of her eager, hungry fuck hole.

     The pleasure just kept mounting and mounting.  When she thought she had
reached the absolute peak of thrilling sensations, way past anything she had
ever felt before in her active sex life, she was swept to a higher level yet,
soaring up and up into the stratosphere of heavenly delights.  Oh, the
tremendous feeling of those powerful thrusts!

     'Oh God!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Thrust!  Thrust!  Thrust!  Slam!  Wham!
Bam!  Oh God!  Here we go!  Here comes the biggest O of all O's!  Oh God!  Oh
God!  It's so good I just can't stand it!  I'm going to pass out from pure
delight!  OH GOD!  OH FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!  AAAAHHHHHHHHH!  Oh, he's shooting
his load into me now!  Oh God!  I can feel that hot cum spurting way up
inside me!  My son is planting his seed way up in my fertile garden, watering
it with his juices!  OH GOD!  MY SON!  BRAD!  MY DARLING SON!  AAAAHHHHHHHH!'

     And with that Anita Collins did black out for a few moments, so
overwhelmed was she with a mixture of emotion at the idea of performing the
forbidden act of incest, infinite love for this fantastic son of hers and the
almost unbearable physical sensations of the best fuck she had ever had. 
When she slowly regained her senses, she was still lying under the big
powerful body of her son, who was sprawled in total exhaustion on his
widespread mother, with his still semi-hard prick way up inside her
overflowing cunt.

     Anita began to moan softly again, saying her son's name over and over.

     "Brad!  Brad! Oh, my Brad!  Brad honey!  Oh, Brad sweetie!  Oh, my
darling Brad!"

     She was stroking his back and his ass and his balls, thrilling with love
and happiness.  He raised his head and they began to kiss - long, deep, wet
kisses, filled with feeling, with deep love and gratitude for the great gift
that they had just given each other.

     "Mom!  Oh, my wonderful, wonderful Mom!  You're the most terrific woman
in the world!  What a stunning body you've got!  And what a fantastic fuck!
What a magnificent piece of ass!  Nobody could be better than my Mom!  My own
wonderful Mom!"

     These love words mingled with Anita's heartfelt praise for her son, as
they lay caressing and kissing.

     In an amazingly short time, Brad's rod was as stiff as ever and he began
moving it slowly within her.  Then he rolled both of them over and told his
mother he was ready.

     "Go ahead and ride me, Mom.  Make it as good as you can for yourself. 
Just use my cock for your playtoy."

     "Mmmmm!" Anita murmured.  "What a playtoy!"

     She lifted up her hips until just the tip of his cock was inside her
pussy lips.  Then she sensually rotated her mound so that his sensitive head
was brushing her sensitive clit.  He stared down between their bodies and
watched the glorious scene of the mother and son genitals rubbing each
other's most responsive parts.  Anita kept up this slow pleasuring as long as
she could stand it, until the sensation was just too much to bear any longer. 
Then she began to plunge up and down on that giant prick, taking him all the
way inside, then humping her ass way up to the tip, then slamming down on him
again.  He began bucking up to meet her and they went into full fuck mode for
long wild minutes until he began to shoot again into his mother's cunt and
she soared into another mammoth orgasm.

     Later they lay in bed lazily caressing and kissing and talking love
words.

     "So you really enjoyed sharing Chuck's mother with him, huh?" Anita
asked.

     "Yeah, Mom, it was great."

     He was silent for a moment and her imagination began replaying the
description of this lucky woman being fucked silly by two horny youngsters. 
Then somehow the image kept changing to herself being boffed by those same
two lads.  Hmm, if anything could be better than the sex she had just been
enjoying with her amorous teenaged son, could it be sex with two teenagers?
The idea was definitely titillating.

     Then, as if he had been reading her horny mind, Brad added something,
his finger probing her cunt.

     "I suppose it would be only fair if I offered to share my mother with
Chuck.  What do you think of that idea?"

     "Hey!  What kind of woman do you think I am!"

     Then Anita laughed, seized her son's big cock fiercely.

     "You're right.  Do you want to invite Chuck or should I?"


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