Chapter 8
I was ready. There was no doubt about it; after getting it on with little Jimmy there was no way I wasn't going to make it with Steve.
No way.
It didn't take long for it to happen, either. In fact, about a week after I had been with Jimmy I finally had my first chance with Steve. It would have been great except for one thing-Harold walked in on us.
It happened on a Saturday. Harold, as usual, was out playing golf. Steve and I were alone at the house, sitting in the living room. He was watching a football game on television and I was reading.
My mind, however, wasn't on the book. It was on Steve-he was sitting there with nothing on but a pair of gym shorts. His young body was smooth and tan.
I could feel my cunt beginning to tingle as I thought about what it would be like to run my fingers over his naked body. Finally, when I couldn't stand it any more, I got up and went up to the bedroom with the idea of masturbating. Why not? At least it would keep me out of trouble for the time being.
But it was no use.
The more I thought about Steve, the more I could feel my will caving in. I was going to make a play for him, and today was going to be when it happened. I could just feel it.
Before, while I was downstairs, I had been wearing slacks and a blouse. Now I changed into the sexiest thing I could come up with that wasn't too obvious. It was a long, sheer robe that buttoned down the front and was so thin that any time I stood in front of a light it was impossible not to see through the material.
Was it too much? Would I be coming on too strong? I decided that it was all right.
When I returned to the living room, Steve looked up, and I could tell from the fleeting expression that crossed his face that he was responding the way I wanted him to.
So far so good.
I sat down on the couch next to him, leaving enough room between us so that I wouldn't be too obvious, but still remaining close enough to keep my presence powerful.
Then, before I could even say anything, Steve dropped a bombshell.
"Mom?"
"Mmmmmm?"
"You and Dad don't make love very much, do you."
"What?"
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"
"No, it's all right. You just surprised me."
"I guess so."
We both laughed a little and relaxed a bit. Still, there was a lot of tension in the air, but it wasn't an unpleasant kind of tension.
"No, Steve, we don't make love very often."
"Do you like that?"
"Not making love? No. Why."
"I just wondered. I know it's none of my business."
For a while we didn't say anything, but I made certain that, through my behavior, that he knew I didn't mind him asking questions like that.
"Steve," I finally said, laying a hand on his thigh in a way that wasn't exactly motherly.
"What?"
"Do you think ... well, do you think I'm attractive?"
He swallowed and didn't say anything. Obviously my hand on his thigh was having an effect. "Yes."
His young Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he spoke, and I could see through the material of his gym shorts that his cock was beginning to get hard.
Good.
Silently I pulled him toward me, putting my arm around his neck and bringing his head down against my tits. There wasn't anything specifically sexual about it, but by this time both of us were so aroused that there was no other way to think about it.
For another long moment we remained still an silent. I could feel his heart beating, and I knew that my own was pounding just as loudly.
The moment was here.
There was no turning back.
Silently I reached down with my left hand and unfastened the top three buttons of my gown. As I did so, Steve pulled his head slightly back, looking down at my fingers.
I pulled the material aside, revealing my naked breast to my son.
Then I pulled his head down.
He hesitated for a second, but only for a second. Then he willingly lowered his lips to my breast, kissing the soft, white flesh gently, but hesitating to touch the nipple.
"Go ahead," I whispered. "Suck it. Suck your mother's nipple."
It was all the invitation he needed. A moment later his mouth was all over my tit, licking and sucking with an enthusiasm that had me gasping for breath within a minute.
"Ohhh yeah, that's it, Steve. Ohhhh, it feels so good, soooo gooood."
Almost without thinking about it, I used my left hand to unfasten the rest of the buttons on my robe, so that when I pulled it aside I was completely naked in front, both my tits visible and my hot, panting cunt there for Steve to see.
He pulled his lips away from my tit and looked at my body.
"You're beautiful, mother."
"Oh, Steve..."
Then we were kissing, our tongues searching far into each other's mouth, his hands running up and down the length of my body.
Wildly, almost frantically, I pulled his gym shorts down across his hips, revealing his naked cock for the first time.
It was magnificent.
I wanted to put my lips around it, licking and swirling with my tongue until he came in hot, spurting jets of sticky jism.
But I waited.
He ran his right hand up and down my thigh, obviously wanting to slip a finger inside me, but afraid to.
"Go ahead, Steve. It's all right. Put your finger inside me. Inside my cunt." He did it.
I thought I was going to faint as his supple hand gently spread apart my thighs, then parted the wet lips and began to explore my slit.
I loved it.
He was my son; my own son. And we were about to fuck each other. Somehow it should have seemed wrong, but it didn't.
It was right.
He began to thrust his finger in and out of my starving pussy, reaming me out so gently that I could hardly stand it.
"It's so good, Steve, so good. Don't stop. Don't ever stop."
My hands were all over his cock now, running lightly over his shaft, feeling the smooth skin that was drawn so tightly over the slick, bulbous head.
"God, Steve. Let's do it. Let's make love. I want your cock inside me so bad, soooo bad."
We tumbled onto the floor, both completely naked, wildly clutching and grasping at each other, thrusting and feeling with an intensity that threatened to engulf us.
At that precise moment Harold walked in.
Vaguely I heard the door open, but didn't respond to the sound until it was too late.
He just stood there, staring down at us for a long, frozen moment that seemed like it would go on forever.
"Hello Harold," I said, my voice low, almost a whisper.
Steve, who up until now hadn't noticed that he was here, suddenly looked up and saw his father. "Oh my God."
Then he got up from the floor and ran upstairs. I heard the door to his room slam shut, and then I heard the lock click.
Good.
I didn't know what Harold was going to do. He looked like he was about to explode, but exactly what form that explosion might take was something I couldn't even speculate on.
"Slut!" he hissed, suddenly coming forward.
I didn't say anything. Instead, I reached for my robe and began to put it on.
"Put that down!"
I put it down.
Then he descended on me. For some reason which I can't explain, I wasn't really afraid of him. It was strange, but I knew that he wouldn't lose complete control; Harold didn't have it in him to do that. I was right.
He slapped me a few times, stinging blows that hurt my pride more than anything else.
I didn't fight back. In retrospect, I suppose that was a mistake, but at the time I thought that I would be better off just letting him get his rage out of his system.
It didn't work that way, however. The more he slapped me around, the more angry he seemed to become. He seemed to feed off his emotions, growing more violent with each passing second.
Then, somehow, it became sexual.
Not just for him, but for both of us. I was angry, just as he was, but I was also aware that the way he was slapping me around was getting me excited.
Perhaps it was because I had already been turned on before he arrived on the scene, or perhaps there was just something latent within me that his anger released.
It doesn't matter.
What does matter is that suddenly I was aware that his cock was hard beneath his trousers and he was looking at me with an expression that could mean only one thing.
"Bitch."
His voice was a cold hiss.
I kept silent, aware that he was on the verge of losing control again.
"You'd fuck your own son. I don't believe it."
"You won't fuck me."
"Shut up." Silence again.
His anger had gone now, and was replaced by a cold fury. Without another word he silently began to strip off his clothes.
"I'm gonna teach you something. Slut."
"Kiss my ass."
He slapped me again, but this time it wasn't wild. It was controlled.
Now he was naked, standing over me with his swollen cock in his hand.
"Glad to see you can still get it up. I was beginning to wonder."
"Shut up."
"Christ is that all you can say?"
Viciously he grabbed me and turned me over on my stomach. I was suddenly very much aware of my white, naked ass dangling in the air in front of him.
"Go ahead. Fuck me. I don't think I'll even notice it."
"Shut up."
"Christ, there you go again." He slapped me on the ass. Hard. I could feel the skin tingling sharply in the aftermath of his stroke. "Is that the best you can do?" That did it.
He unleashed a barrage of blows to my ass, spanking my sweet cheeks until they were positively on fire.
I loved it.
"Now fuck me, you prick. Get it over with. Then get the fuck out of here."
I knew I was pushing my luck, but at the time I didn't care. What was he going to do, anyway?
I soon found out.
Grabbing my ass cheeks in both his hands, he spread them apart. At first I didn't know what he was going to do, but after a few moments I was no longer in doubt.
He was going to ass-fuck me.
I could feel the muscles of my ass-hole straining from the pressure he had created, but before anything else could happen he jammed a finger deep into the tight sphincter.
"AAAGGGHHHH! Christ that hurts."
"It's gonna hurt a lot more before long."
I didn't say anything. I couldn't remember the last time I had gotten it in the ass; it didn't really matter. The main thing was that right now it sounded like a super idea. Only I couldn't tell Harold that-he wasn't exactly big on doing what I wanted right then.
The next thing I knew his big, thick cockhead was pressing against my ass-hole. I tried to relax, but it was no use. I was too keyed up.
"All right, bitch. You better get ready."
"I'm ready for anything you can give me."
I really shouldn't have been insulting him so openly under the circumstances, but I couldn't help it.
He deserved it.
But I was the one to suffer for it. Without so much as a tiny hesitation, suddenly he shoved his cock hard into my ass-hole.
"Owwwww!"
"Shut up."
This time I didn't make any smart-ass remarks. His cock was practically splitting me open, and it was only a quarter of the way in. He pushed forward again. And again.
Inch by inch he shoved his meat inside my ass, and it was all I could do to be quiet and take it. Half of me was wanting to scream out in pain, while the other half was loving every painful second of it.
The second half won out.
Everything around me got hazy as his cock was finally imbedded completely inside me. Then he began to pump.
"All right, Harold, do it. Do it hard. Fuck me. Fuck me hard-you know it's the last time."
He began to slam harder and harder, his meat pulverizing my tender tissues. With each thrust I could feel my muscles expanding to take him inside me.
"Harder ... do it harder..." I groaned, beginning to spin inward into a flashing, swirling world of my own. His cock was a monster raging inside me, overpowering my ass, making me into something I'd never been before.
I knew he wouldn't last much longer.
I was right.
Nevertheless, it didn't really matter. My cunt, even though it was only being stimulated indirectly, was nevertheless on the verge of spilling over.
Then it happened.
"GAAAHHHHDDD! Ohhh yeah ... shit, more, Harold, more ... MORE!"
His cock throbbed wildly, then exploded, shooting hot cum deep into my dark hole.
Again and again he spurted, and as he did I could feel my tortured cunt contracting, shooting my own sticky mess out through the tender lips.
Finally it was over.
Not just this fuck.
Everything with Harold was finished, and we both knew it.