made no move to stop him. He drained his mother's tit and immediately went
for the other one. He clamped onto the nipple and drunk down the stream of
milk. His cock, having a life of its own, pressed at his mom's inner thigh
and
tried to gain entrance to the dark mysteries underneath the panties by
snaking
its way under the leg band. He pressed and pressed by he couldn't get in!
 
Emboldened by his mother's writhing he very cautious reached down to the
leg band where his cock was probing. Slowly, he pulled at the elastic. He
was
prepared to quickly withdraw his hand if his mother showed the least
resistance, but she continued squirming against him as if she didn't
notice.
He
pushed his cock into his mother's panty. The elastic pulled tight against
his
cock, but it was not an unpleasant sensation. The tip of his cock found
the
entrance to his mother's pussy. It was definitely wet, and emanated a warm
from within.
 
He paused for a moment not sure to really wanted to go through
with this step. Did he really want to do this? Was he prepared for this?
He bit at her nipple while continuing to suck his mother's milk. She was
moaning now and wrapped her legs around him. He wasn't sure if this was to
encourage him, or whether his mother in her excitement was really
oblivious
to what he was doing. Jack could not see how he could turn back at this
point.
He was feverish, and felt beads of perspiration on his forehead. This
wasn't
just his doing, or was it? He was so confused, but he knew he had to do
it.
He could not go on with his life not knowing, not plunging into the
mysteries
of his mother after having come this far.
 
Jack pushed slightly, and felt himself slid into his mother's pussy like
butter.
It was so easy, and, yet, this was an act that would forever change his
relationship with his mother. Everything they had done previously
was, by and large, innocent. She needed him to suck her milk to relieve
her
discomfort. If they both derived pleasure from it, there was no shame.
Despite
the heated play, they were still acting as mother and son. Now with his
single
act they had crossed the line from mother and son to - lovers. He could
not
undo what had been done, but he was not sure he wanted to undo it.
 
They both paused for a minute. Now fully aware of what had been done - and
what could not be undone. His mother, then, reached behind him and grabbed
his
buttocks. She pulled him to her, making him slid all the way inside of
her.
The feeling was indescribable.  It was like a tight, wet, warm velvet
glove
was lovingly grabbing his cock.
 
"Oh, Jack. Oh, my baby."
 
Mom's last breast was now almost drained. Jack and his mother started
slowly
fucking while Jack continued to suckle the last of her milk. He pushed his
pelvis; and his cock slid effortlessly the rest of the way into his
mother's
warmth. His origin. His source.  It felt like heaven. I should have felt
dirty
and perverted, but it felt so natural and wonderful to make love with this
beautiful woman who gave him birth.
 
Tentatively he pulled out slightly and pushed back. The friction send fire
into
his loins. He knew his mother felt the same because he felt her return his
thrusts by arching her hips. Was this fucking?  In Jack's private readings
on
the subject he had heard of many dysfunctions and problems regarding sex.
He
had thought it hopelessly complicated, but nothing could seem as natural
to
Jack, then, than fucking his mother.
 
"Jack..." his mom moaned. Jack knew that she was close. 
 
Jack lifted his body up a bit and kissed his mother. He could feel her
bare
breasts pressing his chest. Milk still leaking from them was soaking his
pajama
shirt. His mother returned his kiss, and soon his tongue snaked its way
into
her
mouth. Mother and son embraced and kissed deeply while their hips banged
together.
 
Tension built in his loins, and Jack fought for control against his own
body.
His mother pinched his buttocks tight as she forcefully pulled him to her.
 
"Mom!" he tried to shout in warning. But it was too late. He came in a
violent
eruption, ejaculated in waves into his mother. 
 
"Oh, Jack..." His mother wrapped her legs around him, and pushed her hips
back and forth against him.
 
"Jack ..." Her cry softening into a whimper.
 
Jack could feel his mother's body relax against him. He tried to climb off
his
mother but she pulled him back to her. They were both silent. Jack could
feel
his mother's heartbeat against him slowly climb back to normal.
Eventually, he rolled off his mother and laid next to her. Both exhausted,
they
both fell asleep holding one another.
 
The next morning the sun woke Jack up. He was immediately disoriented.  He
looked around and saw he was in his mother's room. He looked over and saw
his mother naked sleeping next to him. Panic set in. What had he done?
What
should he do?
 
Jack laid there next to his mother staring at ceiling. He discovered that
he
too
was naked - he must have removed and kicked off the rest of his pajamas
during the night. He felt his mother stirring. She opened her eyes
groggily
and also looked disoriented. She met his eyes, and Jack looked away
guiltily.
 
"Morning, Jack." she said in a flat voice.
 
"Morning, Mom." Jack muttered in reply. 
 
"Mom, ... I'm sor.." she pressed her finger to his lips.
 
"Don't be sorry, Jack. I should have known it was going to come to this.
It
just
... felt so good. And its been too long for me, Baby."
She stroked his cheek tenderly.
 
"It was good, Jack. Better than I would have thought. But we can't let
this
happen again. It's wrong. You've done so much for me, and now I feel I've
taken advantage of you."
 
"M-mom, you didn't ..." he started to stutter.
 
She cut him off.
"Jack, let's never discuss this again, please?" she said firmly.
Jack nodded in agreement.
 
"Now, Jack could you please give me some privacy while I get dressed?"
 
Jack got out of bed, and quickly grabbing his pajamas that were in
crumbled
ball next to his mothers panties. When had she taken them off? 
Embarrassed,
Jack clutched the pajamas to his groin, and quickly left his mother's
bedroom.
He closed the door behind him and put on his pajamas.
 
His mother, dressed in a loose white dress, came to the kitchen table
carrying
Bobby. They ate breakfast together mostly silent. He tried to busy himself
reading the paper while his Mom held the bottle for Bobby while at the
same
time ate her breakfast.
 
Jack looked at the clock.
 
"Mom, I'd better - I'll be late for school." He tried to look away as
he gave his mom a quick peck on the cheek. As he was almost out the door,
his mother said,
 
"Jack, you're coming home at lunch time, right?"
He looked back at his mother puzzled.
 
"You have to ...", she cupped his breast, "you know."
Jack didn't know what to say.
 
"Ah, sure Mom."
 
His mom gave him a sly look.
"... unless you want to get another pump from the hospital." she added.
"M-momm, I-I won't have time to stop - I'm running late." Jack stammered.
She looked back at Jack and smiled.
 
"OK, you can pick up it when you want - but I'll need you."
 
"Yeah, Mom, sure."
 
In a whisper she added,
"But like yesterday, Jack - not like last night."
 
"Yeah ... sure."
 
Jack was so confused that he muttered a good-bye to his mother and hurried
out the door. In school Jack was listless, and had trouble concentrating. 
He
got the results back on his Chemistry exam and found gotten an "A". At
least
some things in his life where going all right. Sara Jo tried to make eye
contact with him during class but Jack just returned her a forced smile
and
looked away. Jack kept looking at his watch nervously.
 
Jack rushed out the door as soon as the noon bell rang. He found himself
speeding again, and had to make a conscious effort to slow down. Jack was
going home for his - noon feeding? 
 
His mom was in the bedroom sitting on the bed waiting for him. As before
she
had the nursing bra on with the flaps pulled back to expose her swollen
breasts.  Unlike before, though, his mother wore no panties. She was
nude - bare except for the nursing bra that only emphasized rather than
concealed her nudity. She laid there inviting before him. With his eyes
Jack
traced the outline of his mother's smooth legs up to her soft blond
fuzz of public hair.
 
She looked at Jack somewhat sheepishly and seductively at the same time.
"Surprised, Jack?" she looked at him.
 
"Jack, I don't know if what we did together was right or not, but I know I
don't
want it to end." His mother sat up more on the bed which caused her
breasts
to juggle delightfully.
 
"I've been getting all worked up this morning just thinking about, Jack. 
God
help me, but I know I don't want what we had together to stop.". Tears
were
welling in her eyes now."
 
"My life has been such a mess, and now I've made a mess of yours."
"No, Mom!" He protested.
 
"I wonder if its so wrong to be intimate with my own son. It should be
wrong,
but it feels so good - and not just the physical kind of good."
She looked at him with pleading eyes.
 
"Jack, if you don't want to - I'll understand - but please don't think
badly
of
your mother."
 
Jack's cock was throbbing so badly he was afraid he was going to come in
pants just standing there. Without saying a word he stripped in front of
his
mother. He surprised himself by not feeling any embarrassment.  He threw
his
clothes on the floor and joined his mother on the bed.
 
He grabbed his mother's tit with both hands, firmly and almost roughly,
and
His mother's milk poured into his mouth, and he drank deeply.
 
"Oh, Jack.", she moaned as he relieved the pressure from her breast. Jack
heard himself making loud slurping sounds as he hungrily sucked at his
mother's breast.  Jack almost jumped out his skin as he felt his mother's
cool
hand at his cock. She tenderly and expertly stroked it just like he would
have
done it for himself.  He almost felt himself climaxing, but his mother
backed
away just in time, leaving his cock quivering with excitement and
frustration.
She guided him to the source of her warmth between her legs. His cock slid
into
his mother effortlessly. She was hot and wet.
 
"Ooh, Mom." he moaned with sheer pleasure.
 
As he suckled he let his teeth scrap lightly against his mom's nipple. 
She
bucked her hips against him, pushing him further into his mother's pussy.
Jack
reached under his mom and felt his mother's rounded buttocks.
 
"Come on, Jack, *fuck* me." his mother said in a strained whisper.  He was
a
little shocked and also not a little turned on by his mother's use of
profanity.
Jack drove his hips into his mother as he bit gently into her nipple. His
mother
returned his thrusts and soon their bodies were moving in a heated rhythm
by
themselves.
 
"Fuck your mother." she moaned. Jack switched breasts and felt a fresh
spray
of warm milk in his mouth.
 
"Mom ... Mom ... Mom." he heard himself moaning involuntarily.  Their hips
bucked wildly against each other as mother and son came together in a
shuddering, cathartic orgasm.
 
"God, that was good, Jack." his mother smiled. "That was so good and I
don't
feel the least bit guilty, do you?"
 
Jack shook his head and couldn't help but smile back. It was true. He
didn't
feel guilty or ashamed. He actually felt a genuine love and closeness to
his
mother that he never had dreamt of. There was absolutely nothing wrong
with
making love to this beautiful and lovely lady who gave him birth.
 
"I love you, Mom." He heard his voice crack as he hugged his mother
tightly.
 
"I love you, too, Jack." They embraced and he could actually feel himself
stirring again.
 
"Oh, Jack, I wish we could do it once more, but you've got to get back to
school."
His cock was erect again. 
 
"I could call in sick ..."
 
"No, Jack, we can't let this part of us displace other things in our life.
"Besides, we've got tonight to look forward to." she said playfully as she
ran
her hands through his hair.
 
He looked down at his mother without doleful eyes.
 
"Tonight." she reminded him.
 
In school Jack was distracted. 
I actually fucked my mother, he though with a mixture of excitement -
and shame. He realized that this was a fulfillment of a sexual fantasy
he had long suppressed. He didn't know what this meant for him and Mom but
he knew he didn't want it to end.
 
"... Jack Baker?" Jack was startled from his reverie. He realized with
alarm
that Mr. Humbert his geometry teacher, was addressing him.
 
"Huh, could you repeat the question, Sir?" He replied awkwardly.
 
The class roared with laughter, and Jack just wanted to crawl under the
desk.
 
"Sorry to disturb your sleep, Mr. Baker." Humbert said sarcastically.
"Now, class who knows the answer?" Hands all around Jack were
immediately raised in response.
 
Finally, the 3:00 bell rang and Jack quickly darted out the door. He
raced to the exit but was stopped before he could reach the door.
 
"Why are you avoiding me, Jack?" said Sara Jo, giving him a hurt
look.
 
"I'm not avoiding you." Jack tried to reply in reassuring voice.
 
"Well, it certainly seems that way, Jack Baker."
 
She looked him in the eye.
"Is there some else, Jack?" 
 
"No, Sara Jo, God no. I've been busy. With my mother. I'm trying to
help her out around the house. She has her hands full with the new
baby."
 
"Of course, Jack, I feel so foolish. How is your mom doing, anyway?"
 
"Well, she's doing just much better. I'm just trying to help out where
I can." he said in voice that sounded to him a little too nervous.
 
"If there's anything I can do to help please let me know, Jack" she said
sympathetically. 
 
"Thanks, Sara Jo. Look, I've got to run. We'll talk later, OK."

 
Her bedroom was dark. For a moment Jack thought she wasn't home and
panicked. But when he peeked into his mom's bedroom he saw that she
was waiting for him. The soft flickering light from many candles 
outlined his mother's nudity and she laid across the bed smiling
up at him. They made love slowly in the candlelight. He started to
learn how to sense responses in his mother's body and pace himself
accordingly. Jack and his mother took their time exploring each
other bodies. They slowly built up their passion as they fucked until
they came together in a warm embrace.
 
Later that night they changed tactics and teased each other mercilessly 
as they fucked each other hard, almost rough; and came together in a
violent orgasm. Throughout the night they took turns waking up one another
and fucking. In the morning they were exhausted and sweaty, and the
bedsheet
was full of come stains and milk. Jack woke up groggily with a raging
hard-on brushing against the crack of his mother's bare ass. His mother,
feeling him stirring against her, awakened; and they proceeded to fuck
in the morning light. 
 
A few days later Jack moved into his mother's bedroom.
Since he spent most of his time there anyway, it made perfect sense to
both of them.  Jack and his mother could not keep there hands off one
another. They fucked every four hours during Jack's 'feedings', and
would often find time in between. They tried everything together; and were
constantly finding new ways to tease and excite each other. She introduced
him to oral sex; and Jack went wild as soon as his mother took his
cock into her mouth. Mom sucked him and teased his with her tongue until
he shoot his load into her mouth in a screaming orgasm. Jack also tried
oral sex on his mom which he did not particularly enjoy himself but
he did get off on how excited his mother became as she locked her legs
around his head and bucked her hips wildly.
 
Jack and his mom enjoyed when he loving applied lotion to her body to
avoid scars from stretch marks. He would spend hours lovingly rubbing in
the creamy lotion into her swollen breasts, rounded hips and buttocks. 
They would always end up fucking during these sessions. One time his
mother greased up his cock with liberal amounts of the lotion, and got
down on all fours so he could fuck her ass. Jack had heard about anal
sex and always considered it somewhat perverted. But he was not
prepared for the exquisite pleasure of his mother's tight ass as he
pushed his cock past his mother's sphincter and deep into her rectum.
He fucked slowly at first because he was concerned about any pain he
might be causing his mother, but she egged him on with breathy
obscenities which caused him to start fucking his mother's ass harder.
He finally came in an intense orgasm in which he pumped his mother's ass
with his semen. After that first time, anal sex became one of their
favorites. He knew it caused her some discomfort but strangely enough to
Jack the small amount of pain that accompanied the pleasure seemed to be
part of the excitement for both of them.
 
His mother enjoyed teasing him. Knowing his fascination with her
underwear,
she would dress up in lingerie and strut around provocatively until Jack
grabbed her and threw her on the bed. Since his mother's breasts were now
two cups sizes larger, her cleavage would overfill many of her old
brassieres - which of course enhanced the effect for Jack.
His mother would pick out entire
outfits with a dress, jewelry, stockings, high heels and lingerie, and do
a
slow strip tease in front of him. She would dress topless, bottomless -
anything to drive him wild. After finding out Jack's fascination with
garterbelts, she went shopping one morning and met him at the door when
he came home from school wearing nothing but silver earrings,
a black garterbelt, seamed dark sheer stockings, 5" spike heels - and a
wicked smile. They didn't even make it to the bed that time as they
fucked with abandon on the living room floor.
 
                **
Not unsurprising breastplay was a regular part of their sexual repertoire.
They would frequently fuck with Jack laying down and with his mother
sitting
on him with her pendulous breasts hanging over him. In this position they
could comfortably fuck while Jack sucked his mother's swollen tits. He
would usually end soaking in his mom's milk as his mother rode him to
a blissful orgasm. When Jack and his mother discovered the delights of
anal sex, they found they could use the same position. Jack would stick
his cock up his mother's tight ass while he sucked milk from her breasts.
She liked the control that this position gave them as they butt fucked;
and
Jack thought this gave him the best -or was it breast- of both worlds.
 
One day after Jack and his mother were going at it hot and heavy on the
bed, his mother suggested something new.
 
"Sure, Mom." Jack said eagerly. He was always willing to try something
new.
 
She laid on her side, which caused both of her heavy breasts to flop
together.
 
"Jack, lay on your side facing me, and slide up a little, Baby."
 
She took his engorged cock and inserted in between her breasts.
 
"Mmmm, I like this, Mom." he said as he revelled in the feel of her
smooth, warm breastflesh against his cock.
 
"Now, just fuck Mom's tits, Honey" she said in a Mae West imitation.
 
Jack needed no further instruction and started fucking his mom's
cleavage. This was true delight. Warm milk started leaking from her
nipples and run down his cock. 
 
"God, Mom." He squeezed both of her breasts together tightly around
his cock. Milk started squirted in the air and on his abdomen.
 
She was squirming now. Jack knew his mother could orgasm just from
heavy breast play. With both hands he kneaded her breasts and
fucked her cleavage. Her breasts were heavy and full and possessed a
inner warmth that radiated into his cock. His mom's breasts were slick
with her milk which provided the needed lubrication as he fucked her tits.
Jack didn't survive this ecstasy for long because he soon came to orgasm.
Alarmed suddenly, he tried to move himself away from his mom; but he
discovered too late as he shoot wave after wave of white jism into his
mother's face.
 
Jack sat up suddenly and looked at his mother concerned. Big wads of his
semen hung from his mother's left cheek and chin.
 
"Sorry, Mom, I got kinda carried away."
 
"Don't be silly, Jack." She gave him a smile that warmed his heart.
 
"It's supposed to be good for the skin." she said as she rubbed the mess
into her face. She saw his horrified reaction and smiled.
 
"It's OK, Jack." she said reassuringly.
 
                **
 
His mother was washing dishes as he entered the kitchen. 
 
"Hi, Babe." she said with turning around.
 
Without saying a word he reached around his mother and cupped her breasts
through her dress. He reached into the front of his mother's dress
and slipped his hand into the top of her brassiere, feeling the
warmth of her bare breast inside. 
 
"Mmmm. Let's go in the bedroom, Jack."
 
"No. I've got a better idea, Mom" 
 
With the other hand he lifted the back of his mother's dress to her
waist. He pinched his mother's nipple and felt her warm milk drop down
his fingers while he yanked down his mother's panties over the swell
of her ass.
 
"Oooh, Jack.", his mother moaned.
 
Jack took the plastic bottle of dishwashing detergent from the counter
and squirted a big glob of the green liquid onto his palm.  He
unzipped himself and spread the goo onto his erect cock. He transferred
the remainder of the glob onto his index finger, and, then, rubbed it
into the crack of his mom's ass. 
 
His mother squirmed.
"Brrr, its cold, Jack."
 
"I'll warm it up for you, Mom." His finger found his mother's anus. He
poked it into his mother's ass and spread the goo with a circular motion.
Used to anal play now, she relaxed her sphincter and spread her legs
at his intrusion.
 
"Jack, do it. Fuck your mother's ass." she said in growing excitement.
 
Jack placed his cock against his mother's asshole. He pushed and slid 
with little resistance into her ass.
 
He kissed the back of her neck as he pushed into his mother's butt.
 
"Oh, Mom." he heard himself moan.
 
He bit her earlobe lightly as he started fucking her ass.
 
"Motherfucker." she goaded. She knew calling him a motherfucker always
excited him.
 
"You love it, Mom." He was thrusting harder now. His mother was
bucking her ass back against him in sync with him. He knew they
were both close now.
 
"Oh...oh...oh!" he grunted as he came in his mother's ass. He
felt his mother's body tighten and relax under his embrace. 
 
They both collapsed to the cold kitchen floor and held other tenderly.
 
                **
 
Their lives were changed, forever changed, by their new relationship.
They were still mother and son but so much more. They were lovers and
best friends and confidants. The intensity of their sexual relationship
scared them at first. Was all there always this sexual tension between a
mother and son that is normally suppressed, only to be unsatisfactorily
fulfilled in proxy sexual relationships? Maybe this sheer intensity of
the sex between a mother and son is the real origin of the incest taboo.
It was a obsession; a sexual addiction that could easily threatened to
displace everything else in their lives. Jack and his mother knew they
had to control the flames of their passions to keep it from consuming
their lives. They still fucked like rabbits around the clock;
but his mother was always careful to make sure that the mundane matters of
everyday life were still attended to. Jack not only kept up at school
but actually starting excelling. Jack knew at the end of each day his
mother would waiting for him - usually with some new sexual kink that
would drive them to new sexual heights as they fucked through the night.
 
                **
 
His mom insisted that he keep up relationships with other girls. She
reminded him that he would grow tired of her when she was old and gray.
He vehemently protested, but she told him it would be healthier for him
anyway to maintain other relationships. Grudgingly, he agreed and called
up
Sara Jo. Sara Jo was happy to hear from him, and they chatted amicably.
They finally agreed on a dinner date for Saturday evening.
 
Sara Jo was eager to resume their relationship. Jack was surprised to
find that he had actually missed her. His yet-unfullfilled relationship
with Sara Jo could never compete with the depth of his emotional and
sexual relationship with his mother, but there was no reason why they
had to compete at all. The innocence of his relationship with Sara Jo
was simply in a different category with the overwhelming intensity  of
the one with his mother. Perhaps there was room for both relationships
in his life. His mother, as unusual, was right.
 
Later that evening he drove Sara Jo to a secluded spot on a hill 
overlooking the lights of the city. They kissed for a while and soon
progressed into heavy petting. He smoothly slipped his hand into her
blouse and into the top of her bra. His breasts, although large by the
standards of most high school girls - and boys- were much smaller that his
mother's and lacked the heavy plumpness he was accustomed to. Still they
were warm and soft and had a certainly perkiness that added to their
charm.
He reached for the snap of her brassiere, but as always before Sara Jo
reached out in alarm to stop him. This time, instead of pulling away,
Jack kissed her deeply while lightly caressing her nipple with his
hand that was still in her bra. He moved to her earlobe and bit it gently
while he pinched her nipple between his fingers. He sensed when the
resistance left her body. Looking at her directly in the eye he casually
reached behind her and unsnapped Sara Jo's bra. She sat there transfixed
as he slowly unbuttoned the remainder of her blouse, leaving Sara Jo
topless. He studied her body while Sara Jo looked away in embarrassment.
She was overwhelmed by the sudden confidence Jack was displaying. This
confidence came easily to Jack now after a month of fucking his mother
day and night. He now knew a woman's body almost as well as his own. He
knew what subtle responses in a woman to look for that revealed resistance
-
or surrender. Sara Jo was no match for him.

Sara Jo's breasts, although lacking the voluptuousness of those of his
mother, were sexy in their own fashion. Like her face, Sara Jo's breasts
were sprinkled with light brown freckles. Her nipples were a much lighter
pink than his mother's, and her areolas were more distinctly rounded. 
Judging from his mother and his own private studies of Playboy, Jack had
come to the conclusion that the areolas of very large breasts tended to
be somewhat distorted, maybe due to the stretching of the skin. Sara Jo
sitting before him naked from the waist up was pretty and genuinely sexy
in a way that different from the way his mother was sexy. He kissed Sara
Jo gently and helped removed the remainder of her clothes. They made
love tenderly in the back seat of his car. He enjoyed teaching her and
guiding her as they slowly fucked. With his mother he was the student -
and probably always would be - but with Sara Jo he could be the teacher.
 
After they came they held each other silently for a few moments.
 
"Jack, I've never seen like this. You see, so different, so much more
grownup." she whispered. She thought for a moment and, then, said
in a voice that revealed a crack,
"You haven't been with any other girls, have you Jack?"
 
"Just my mother."  He grinned. He laughed to himself at his private joke.
 
"I was afraid there was someone else, Jack." she said in a relieved voice.
 
"No, Sweetie." He kissed her on the forehead.
 
 
                **
 
Jack came home after dropping off Sara Jo.
His mother was waiting for him wearing the short babydoll nightgown that
he had been so infatuated with lately. Her huge breasts protruded through
red transparent material. He could see that she was not wearing the
matching
panties that came with the outfit.
 
"Well, how was it?"
 
"It was nice, Mom." he said in a guarded voice.
 
"Did you fuck her?" He winced slightly at his mother's coarseness. He and
his mother were of course accustomed to using profanity in the heat of
their passion. But it sounded somewhat course and rude to Jack's ear 
to use that term in reference to Sara Jo. Jack realized his thought
was somewhat silly, though, because he and Sara Jo had certainly fucked.
 
"Yeah, Mom, but I don't really want to talk about it." He started
removing his clothes.
 
"Was she as good as me?", his mother teased. She got up all fours with
her back to him. Her big bare ass hung out obscenely from the bottom of
the short nightgown.
 
"No one is as good as you, Mom." he said as he climbed up on the bed
and mounted his mother. She had already pre-lubricated her ass with KY
jelly, and his cock slid into his mother's rectum with little resistance.
He reached under his mom and grabbed her full breasts. Milk immediately
leaked into his palms.
His little adventure with Sara Jo excited them both, and they rutted
like dogs. His mother was a bitch in heat who pleaded with him to fuck
her ass harder with a string of heated profanities. They moaned harshly
in unison with each stroke until they came together in a screaming climax.
 
They held each other close and kissed fondly with genuine affection. 
 
"No one could ever replace you, Mom." he said as he absent-minded played
with his mother's breasts.
 
 
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        * From the desk of *
         * B. Traven        *
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