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From yarddog200@aol.comSat Jul 29 09:26:48 1995
Date: 25 JUL 1995 19:30:02 -0400 
From: Yarddog200 <yarddog200@aol.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: BY REQ: Mom&Me #2 (Fm. Inc. Con) 

By request, here is Chapter 2 of the "Mom & Me";  The title is a little
misleading as it is not written in the first person;

I did not write this story but purchased it some 20 years ago;  The
original author is to be thanked...
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IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 DO NOT READ THIS STORY....Other disclaimers apply...



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MOM & ME



CHAPTER 2

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	She was liquid; she was soft and gibing, and the melted core of
her body was warm, so warm.  Oh lord, she thought; I've been a terrible
woman, doing something that cannot be forgiven.  I have fucked my own son.

	Turning her face into the pillow, Betty shuddered.  There was some
excuse-- some minor rationalizing--over Danny screwing her in ;that sneaky
move.  But after she'd hidden him from his father, she should have ordered
him from her bed, slapped him, told him sternly that there'd be no more of
such an impossible situation. 

	Instead, she had allowed him to go down on her, to eat into the
vagina that still held both his semen and that of his father.  She twisted
and squirmed upon his boyishly eager mouth and hunched her cunt to him;
she had *begged* her young son to eat her pussy.

	Oh lord, she thought--of my lord.  If chad ever finds out, he'll
kill us both; I know he will.  He's big and jealous, and he can be violent
at times.  If he ever somehow discovered that his son was fucking his
wife, he'd go out of him mind with rage.

	She sat up, and swinging her breasts reminded her that her body
was still aroused, that she had just gone through a sex session which was
the wildest and longest lasting of her life.  First Chad had screwed her,
in one of his rare early morning hungers then Danny fucked her from
behind; then her son sucked her pussy until she damned near fainted.  And
Betty realized that only the noise of her daughter had prevented him from
topping he at least once more.  When he agreed to go out and fix his
sister breakfast, his prick had still be stiff as a broom handle, but far
more beautiful.

	Betty touched the swollen nipples of her tits; Danny said he loved
those tits, that the sight of her ass turned him on, and the touch of her
pussy--well, that simply freaked him out.  He'd told her that he cunt was
gorgeous, that I was tighter and hotter than the cunts of the young girls
he'd been screwing.

	Smiling to herself, Betty slid one hand down and rested it upon
the hairy black mound between her thighs.  I was nice to know that she
could be a real sex symbol for someone yet, that she could make a young
and handsome male raise a hard by the enticing roll of her ass and the
lifting of her tits.  Even if the male was her own son.

	She climbed out of bed, and her thighs kissed softly.  She stood
awhile before her full length bedroom mirror, staring at her newly
awakened and freshly fucked body.  Not since she was sixteen years old,
had she felt so thrilled; blissful sensations were still rising and
falling within her vagina.

	He had called her beautiful, and the mirror affirmed that at least
her body was yet firm and taut, that her breasts stood high and the cheeks
of her ass didn't sag, that her belly was almost flat and that her skin
was good.  Betty preened a bit before the mirror, sweeping back her long
black hair and staring from lowered lashes at the reflection of blue eyes.
 Maybe not really beautiful, she thought, but still attractive still sexy.

	She found her robe and slippers, left her bedroom and went into
the bath.  The room still smelled of Chad, of her husband's soap and
shaving lotion, and she winced again at the almost palpable presence of
him.  The fever subsided within her flesh, and she felt like a complete
wanton, as if she had betrayed Chad Maddox in the worst possible way.

	Betty brushed her teeth and climbed hurriedly into the shower. 
The glass doors were laced with droplets left from her husband's shower,
and she shivered, picturing his big body in here with the water purling
over it--while she and his son were fucking beyond the wall.

	Soaping down her own skin, she felt again its tremendous
sensitivity, the warm satiny texture of it.  Danny, she thought; her son
Danny was so eager, so hungry to taste her skin, to love every inch of her
stimulated body.  But of course, they couldn't do it again.  I was
finished now, over and done with, and from here on, she would do her level
best to eradicate the memory from her brain.

	She rinsed in cold water and turned off the shower, to step out
onto the bath mat and towel her flesh vigorously.  Betty forced her mind
to other things, to her daughter Nicole.  Little Nikki was small and
sweet, and she would be shocked into trauma if she even suspected an
incestuous affair between her brother and her mother.

	And her older daughter, Linda; Betty found it difficult to believe
that Linda had already been married for two years, and was now a well
adjusted housewife, all of twenty-one years old.  Linda would go up the
all in outrage, if *she* learned of her mother and her younger brother
clandestinely sharing illegal and immoral sex.

	But such *thrilling* sex.  Betty wrapped the towel about her waist
and stepped to the sink.  How many times had she come?  Once with Chad, at
least twice with Danny, and maybe even more.  She'd gotten too dizzy to
count, knowing only that great surges of feeling were thundering over her
clitoris and through her pussy.

	She wondered just how long her son had been screwing, where he
head leaned his cunnilingual technique, what girl had been the first to
feel his rigidly yearning young penis.  Betty knew a tiny bite of jealousy
at the idea, and wished somehow that she could have been the woman to
instruct her son in the ways of the flesh.  But of course, she would never
have even thought of such a thing.  And she had better stop dwelling on
the idea now.

	She had to be strong, to cut this insane affair off before it grew
any bigger, and deeper.  She had to stand firm and deny any hint of
physical familiarity with Danny.  Sooner or later, if they came together
again--even if it was only once or twice, to slake their thirst for each
other's newly discovered bodies--there would be the chance of their being
found out, exposed.

	Betty rubbed cleansing cream into her face and massaged the skin
under her eyes, at their corners, then around her mouth.  Danny thought
she was sensual and beautiful, that she was the best fuck he had ever
know.  His father didn't say things like that anymore; Chad only screwed
her once or twice a week and then it was more like a habit or a duty.  He
must have had an erotic dream this morning, and come awake with a hard on,
and she'd been right there for him to stick it into.

	But that worked out wonderfully, for Danny had come in to swipe
one of his daddy's shirt and seen them screwing.  The sight had made him
so hot that he couldn't hold out any longer, turned him on so much he'd
made the desperate gamble with her, hoping he could fuck his mother and
that she wouldn't expose him.

	Wiping her face, Betty began to fix her eyes, touching up the dark
lashes, seeing a new life swirling within their dark blue depths, a new
ardor that trembled upon her mouth.  She stared, wondering what her
reaction would be, the nest time her husband laid her.  Would she be
guilty, could she respond favorable, would she turn cold?

	She added a touch of pale lipstick and a dab of powder, then
applied the powderpuff and talcum liberally all over her body.  Wouldn't
it be awful, she thought, if Danny had screwed her before the Pill had
been invented?  She was reaching for her robe, the towel still draped
across her hips, when the bathroom door swung open and Danny stepped
inside.

	He shut the door behind him.  "Wow", he breathed, "now I can get a
real good  look at you, mom.  Those big tits are the greatest!"

	"Get---get out," Betty said, drawing the robe up to her breasts,
covering them.  "Your sister is--"

	"Nikki's long gone," he said.  "I gave her a quarter and she took
off for her friend's house,.  She'll be gone most of the day."

	Betty swallowed, tried to make her voice firm.  "Please let me get
dressed, Danny.  Then we'll sit out in the kitchen and have a talk
about--well, about what happened accidently, and--"

	He grinned at her, his smile big and bright, his blue eyes
dancing.  Danny was wearing only his summer shorts, no shirt, no shoes,
and Betty could see a bulge in front of the little pants.  Surely, he
couldn't still be having an erection, she thought.

	Danny said, "I like it fine in here.  You know, when nobody else
was home, and I knew you were taking a shower, I'd sneak up here and peek
through the wall in my room.  I drilled little hole in it a long time ago,
and I never could see much at once, but sometimes I'd catch a glimpse of
your tits, or see that beautiful black hair around your pussy, or maybe
I'd see you swinging that nicely rounded ass when you walked to the
shower.  Then I'd jack off, hoping to see you do the same, hoping maybe
that dad would go into the bathroom and put the meat to you, so I could
see how crazy you were when you got fucked."

	"D--don't talk to me like that," she said, moistening her lips
with the tip of her tongue.  "Its' not right and it's not nice, and I
don't want to hear you saying things like that to--to your own mother."

	He took a step toward her, his right hand running up and down over
the swelling in his shorts.  So golden, she thought, so handsome and
slim-hipped; all the little girls must go insane over him.

	"Sure, you want to hear it," he said.  "You like the sound of the
dirty words, because you're the hottest piece of ass going.  You're all
sexed up right now, watching me handle my prick, and you know damned good
and well that I'm going to fuck you again, mother.  Right here and right
now, I'm going to stick this hard cock back into that gorgeous cunt and
fuck you until I can't get it up any more."

	Betty tried again:  "But you can't.  You *can't*!!  I don't want
to--I won't allow--"

	Danny dropped his shorts.  His prick leaped out at her, long and
solid, stiff and tipped in lavender.  The little veins were blue in the
staff, and the brown hair curled thickly in his crotch, curly and abundant
over his young balls.  There was a shiny drop of fluid upon the blunt end,
a liquid gem of preseminal oil that glistened upon the throbbing glans.

	"Here it is,  mother," he said.  "This is what you had earlier,
and what you want right now.  And I want to stick it in you, to climb in
between your lovely thighs and work the head of my cock around in all that
deep black pussy hair.  I want you lying there on your back with your
thighs opened and when I get it buried to the balls inside your hot, juicy
cunt, I want to feel your long, fine legs curl up around my back=--the way
you do it when dad climbs on you."

	The mention of her husband shook Betty.  She said, "Oh no; no, I
won't do it.  I won't let you--"

	But he stepped close and took her wrists.  The robe slipped away
and left her breasts exposed, trembling, their nipples going hard.  Danny
didn't touch them yet.

	Instead, he drew her hand down and placed it upon his prick. 
Betty trembled from head to foot, and her breath rasped dryly in her
throat.  Instinctively, her fingers closed around the hard young rod,
clinched themselves adoringly around the stiff boyish cock, and the
rapture of its hotly pulsing maleness turned her weak.  She clung to his
penis for support, and somehow his face was lowered to her breasts,
somehow his breath was tickling warmly over their quaking mounds.

	"That's right, darling," he said.  " Darling, passionate mother;
hold onto my prick while I kiss these terrific tits."

	Her son's tongue licked out over one of her nipples, and a stab of
delight lanced into her.  His mouth closed over the vibrant tip and she
flinched; she tightened her grip upon his prick and leaned into him for
support because her knees were turning rubbery.

	Together, they sank to the floor, and she was supine beneath his
slim, muscular body.  There was no hair on his chest and non up his belly,
but it was concentrated in generous clustering at Danny's crotch.  It gelt
so thrilling to be under him, to have his prick in her hand and pinned
between their bellies.

	He sucked her nipple, licked over it, but tenderly upon it until
she squirmed.  He said wetly around her tit:  "I sucked these when I was a
baby.  I got fed through this nipple, and now it turns me on; now it makes
me want to eat you all over."

	"Danny," she gasped, "oh my darling son!"

	"But I need to fuck you first," he said, and suddenly his glans
was settling into the damp hairs of her vulva, feeling it eager way into
the quivering receptiveness of her humid labia.  Spongy, yet hard; giving,
but insistent--her son's cock pushed against the entrance to her vagina
and slowly moved inside.

	"Oh, yeah," he panted into her throat. "Oh man--that's so hot and
slippery inside.  It's still got some of my come in it, and some of dad's
too.  Wow--what a wild pussy, and your ass is so soft, and your legs--oh
mom--oh mother--I love you, Love you.!"

	And with this his prick slipping strong and hard up inside the
confines of her only cunt, Betty Maddox was once more in control.  Danny
was once again her little boy, and she was teaching him something;  she
was in her wisdom instructing her baby boy in a new knowledge.

	"I love you, too, darling," she said, and rolled the cheeks of her
ass to fit his cock even more snugly and securely into her motherly
vagina.  His superb young balls nestled into the crack of her ass, and she
wished she could swallow them up with her cunt, and with her asshole, that
she could fit all of this beautiful by back into the genes of her body and
give birth to him all over again.

	"Fuck your mother deep, baby," she said, stroking his hair.  "Fuck
me strong and deep and forever.  Come in your mother's loving pussy."

	"Yes, mom,"  Danny panted, and lunged his long rod into her
vagina, pulled it back and hammered it home once more.  It was longer than
his father's penis, she though;  Danny's cock wasn't as thick as Chad's,
but it was considerably longer.  She could feel the head of it knocking at
her cervix.

	Betty heaved her pelvis against him, met her son's prick stroke
for stroke, and when she wrapped her arms around his smooth shoulders, his
mouth hungrily sought hers.  He had dipped this finely chiseled pair of
lips into her cunt; he had used this mouth to suck the flowing juices from
his mother's pussy, and Betty had a sudden wild desire to taste the
flavors of her own vagina, but it was too late.  Some time soon, she
thought; she could let herself go in bitch abandon and do all the dirty
things she had always craved to do.

	His tongue darted inside her lips and her teeth raked over his
teeth; she knew the thrill of his tongue, the wet seeking that only her
adoring mouth could assist.  As his cock thrust strongly into her
clenching, surging pussy, his tongue followed suit inside her mouth. 
Danny matched the movements of his tongue with the actions of his prick,
timing both rhythms in a sensual, a lascivious beat that drove her insane.

	Betty bucked under her son's pelvis, rode her son's hammering
staff and hunched to get another inch inside her if she possibly could. 
Her legs thrashed, and she remembered that he had asked to have her legs
around him, so she lifted her feet and curled her legs around his waist. 
Her heels just naturally seemed to fit into the sweaty, busy crack of his
ass, and Betty locked her lower body to his as he fucked harder and
faster.

	Danny's cock became a battering ram that shook her with each
powerful blow; her tits bounced when the head of it slammed home; her ass
shook when his balls slapped against her hole.

	"Mom, mom!" he cried. "I'm coming--I'm *coming!"

	He drove his meat down into her upthrust cunt, and she churned it
up and around the rod as she felt the head of it flex.  Danny let go
inside his mother's flaming pussy, and she knew the searing blast of his
semen.  Her son's come burst forth against the womb that had once carried
him, and Betty felt the splash of its wet, sticky wonder as it flooded the
walls of her vagina and filled the steamy cavity to its brim.

	"Oh, my lover," she said, clamping him even tighter between her
legs, digging her heels into the back of his knees.  "Oh my sweet darling!
 Pump it into me, Danny; squirt your mother's cunt full of that teenage
come!  Just hold it stiff in me, sweetheart--and I'' roll my pussy around
it.  I'll hump up on its lovely rod and -- ah yes, yes, yes!  'm coming,
too!  Oh my love, I'm riding your marvelous prick and feeling your hot
come in my cunt, and I'm COMING!"

	The enchanted violence ruptured within her, radiating from the
tuning-fork quivering her clitoris to encompass her vagina, her womb, her
labia, her asshole.  Slowly, lovingly, her legs came sliding down his
hips, making every inch a caress along his tense thighs and down the
feathery calves of his slender legs until she was lying flat again.

	"Am I hurting you, Mother?  My weight on top of you like this, I
mean?"

	"Oh no," she murmured into the clean scent of his hair.  "Mo, my
darling, I love your body on mine."

	And to prove it, she brought her legs together, sliding her calves
under his and closing her thighs to hold his incomparable prick trapped
within the hot glove of her cunt.  Betty pillowed her son's face in the
curve of her throat and held him near, feeling her tits move against his
smooth chest as she breathed.

	It was perfection for her, the adoring son and the loving mother
blended in matchless intimacy, their juices mixing, their skin and flesh
and oils together i the closest possible coupling.  He needed her again,
perhaps even more than he had needed her when he was a baby.  She thought
she'd lost him to his too-swift manhood., but now he was back with her,
craving her comfort and the warmth she could give him.

	It wasn't bad, Betty told herself; something so wondrous couldn't
possibly be bad or evil.  IT was the purest kind of love, the filial
instinct and the maternal protection wrapped one in the other.  It was so
beautiful that she wanted to cling to him for all time; she couldn't want
anything else.  Now he was embryo and child; he was son and boy and
husband and lover and prick and semen, the circle of life completed.

	She lay on the floor of the bathroom, her only son atop- her body
with his young cock still balls deep inside her pussy, her labia tight
upon the round, slim staff, a warm overflow of their mixed juices seeping
ever so lightly into the compressed crack of her ass.

	And Betty Maddox knew that this was only a beginning, that from
now they would go on and on to explore each other's bodies, to seek and
find all the forbidden delights that incestuous flesh could offer.

		END --- Chapter 2.................

	



	

	

	

	


	
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