Chapter 1
Annette Stevens stared in amazement at what she had just discovered hidden under a pile of T-shirts in her son's dresser drawer. She had thought at first that she had come across one of Denny's many hotrod magazines. She turned the glossy pages and discovered that the only hotrods pictured were stroking in and out of hot-looking cunts. On every page of the magazine lusty women were spreading their long silky legs for handsome young studs who were fucking them with a passion. Annette had never seen anything so sexually stimulating in her life.
Annette almost wished she hadn't decided to take a few minutes to tidy up Denny's room while he was taking in a movie with his brothers. She usually left such chores to the boys themselves, which was probably why Denny hadn't taken greater pains to hide the magazine more carefully. Now Annette had to decide whether to tear the magazine up or leave it where she had found it.
Annette was anything but a prude. She wasn't particularly disgusted by the things she saw depicted in the magazine. She understood that boys would be boys, although she was a bit surprised that innocent young Denny would be the one to have such a magazine. She might have expected one of her other three sons to have a cache of dirty books hidden away somewhere, but not sweet innocent Denny.
Annette decided that there was no point in tearing up her son's magazine. She understood that Denny was merely curious about the mysterious world of sex. She wished that Denny would have come to her rather than referring his questions to a pornographic magazine. She also realized that it was difficult for a boy to talk to his mother about such sensitive things.
Annette knew that her husband Donald would have been able to answer all of Denny's questions about sex. But Donald had died three years ago in an automobile accident, leaving her to raise her four boys by herself. Perhaps she would just have to summon up her courage and have a talk with her son, no matter how difficult it might be.
Annette almost put the magazine back where she had found it, but now that she had started leafing through its living color pages, she suddenly found it impossible to put it down. Lately she had tried to put sex out of her mind completely. She had always realized that she couldn't possibly expect to find anyone to replace Donald, because he had been the perfect lover for her. She had forced herself to lead a virtually sexless life since Donald's death. Now, the things she saw in her son's picture book began to kindle a sexual fire.
As Annette stared at page after sexy page, of men and women doing all sorts of wildly exciting things together, she began to remember what she had been missing all the years since her husband's death. She felt a warmth building between her legs, felt her cunt moistening as her womanly desires slowly took control of her.
She closed her eyes and let herself imagine that she was the woman who was spreading her legs and opening her lovely cunt for a horny stud. She felt that she was the lucky one who was feeling a big hot hard-on pushing between the lips of her juicy cunt. She imagined that she was feeling the friction of a big fat cock rubbing against the hot bud of her tingling clit. It had been a long, long time since Annette had experienced those sensations.
She opened Denny's magazine to a particularly exciting page. She set the magazine on the bed beside her. She gazed at the picture ... at the place where the man's huge hard cock entered the woman's rosy cunt. She could almost feel a hot throbbing cock parting her own cunt-lips and filling her with animal heat. She could remember now how wonderful she had felt every time Donald had shoved his fat cock inside her. As her passions blazed, she forgot all about Denny's book and closed her eyes, remembering how her husband had thrilled her with his enormous cock.
Annette's hand moved slowly but surely toward her hot cunt, as if drawn there by a power beyond her control. She felt her silky skin tingling as her fingers moved. It was almost as if a man were stroking her leg, almost as if Donald were running his hand up her leg and moving closer and closer to her tingling little cunt.
Annette drew her dress up over her knees, and her fingers rubbed gently against the thin material of her panties. She felt her fingertips stroking her dewy cunt lips through the thin material, making her twat twitch with pleasure. She felt the moisture of her honey dampening her panties.
The horny woman spread her lovely legs and let her fingers sneak beneath the crotch of her panties. When her bare fingertips touched the moist flesh of her cunt, she gasped. It had been so long since she had diddled her cunt this way. It wasn't nearly as good as giving her pussy to a man, but it was better than nothing.
Her fingers began working gently against the flesh of her seething cunt, making her tingle all over with pure pleasure. She began moving her hips, grinding her cunt against her hand. She pushed first one finger and then another between the slippery lips of her cunt. The gentle friction of her fingers against the already blazing bud of her clit was driving her wild.
"Oh God! I need a dick! I need a big hard cock in my cunt! I want to be fucked!" she moaned as her passion grew.
Annette began moving her fingers faster and faster. She felt sparks of electrical excitement deep inside her cunt as her fingers worked against her wet pussy flesh. She knew that she would soon flash with pure delight from head to toe as her orgasm surged through her. She began rubbing her cunt with the palm of her hand while she worked the fingers of her other hand into her sucking cunt. Her dress was up to her waist now. Her body was writhing with pleasure. Her legs were spread wide. Both of her hands were buried between her open legs.
She presented quite a sight to young Denny when he walked into his room.
Denny froze in his tracks, unable to move a muscle. He stared wide-eyed at the spectacle that his mother inadvertently presented for him. He tried to look away, but his eyes were fixed on the secret place between her open legs, the place he had never been allowed to see before.
His mother's hands were between her legs, half concealing her cunt from his view. Her panties were down around her knees. He watched her hands rubbing at the juncture of her long silky-looking legs. She sure seemed to be enjoying herself.
Of course, Annette was totally unaware that her son was standing there only a few feet from the bed. Her eyes were still tightly closed. She rubbed her seething cunt with wild abandon. She felt her body twitching and tingling with delight as she rubbed and rubbed at her hot twat. She felt as if she were about to burst into flames between her legs.
She moved her hands away from her blazing cunt for a moment and ran them up and down over her satiny thighs. When she took her hands away from her twat, young Denny could see right up his mother's open pussy. The hypnotized boy's mouth fell open when he saw his mother's stark-naked cunt. He had never seen any woman's cunt before. He tried again to tear himself away, but it was no use. His mother's exposed cunt was just too completely fascinating to ignore.
His mother's cunt was more exciting by far than anything he had seen in dirty magazines. The women in the magazines were only pictures, but his mother was the real thing. He could see right up her pussy as she spread her legs even wider. He could see the rosy glow of her inner flesh. He could even see moisture glistening on the lips of her seething cunt.
The young boy watched with glittering eyes as his mother ran her hands back down to her cunt and began tugging with her fingertips at the raggedy-looking lips of her cunt. He could tell by the way she was moaning and whimpering that she was really enjoying what she was doing to herself. She was acting like he did when he jacked off. He always moaned that way, too, when he felt his cum shooting through the hard shaft of his erect dick. Maybe she was making herself come. But why was she doing it on his bed?
Annette was getting closer and closer to a flashing orgasm. She rubbed her cunt harder and harder, gyrating her pelvis and grinding her cunt against her hands. She wished she could be grinding her cunt against a big rock-hard cock. She pushed her fingers into her cunt and began twisting them inside her, rubbing the sensitive bud of her clit.
Denny couldn't help but suck in his breath when he saw his mother stuff her fingers up inside her cunt and start fucking her hand. His gasp of amazement was loud enough to startle her from her lust-induced trance.
Annette thought that she was imagining things at first when she heard a gasp. When she opened her eyes and sat up on Denny's bed, she soon found that what she had heard had been real enough. Her fingers were still buried in her juicy cunt when she saw her son standing there with wide eyes, drinking it all in.
"Oh my God!" Annette cried when the impact of her actions hit her. "Denny! No! You're supposed to be at a movie with your brothers! What are you doing home?"
"I ... I decided not to go ... I ... I'm sorry, Mom! I ... I didn't know . , . " Denny stammered, still staring between his mother's pretty legs.
Annette struggled to pull up her panties and pull down her dress. She managed to cover herself, but she knew that it was too late now. Her son had seen her playing with her pussy. She was so embarrassed that she thought she would die in another minute. Denny was still standing there, apparently unable to move. He was still staring at her in disbelief. She knew that she would have to tell the boy something. She couldn't just tell him to leave his own room after what he had just seen without some sort of explanation.
"G-gosh, Mom! I ... I guess I'd better go!" the boy said in a nervous voice.
"No! No, darling! Don't go. We ... we have to talk about this, Denny. Now come here and sit down," Annette said, her heart still racing.
"I-I don't think I ought to, Mom." Denny stumbled. "I can't ... honest, Mom! I ... I'd better go."
"Come here, Denny! Right now!" Annette said.
When she looked down to where her son had suddenly dropped his hands, she saw why he was so afraid to sit next to her. He was trying to hide his big hard cock. She stared in disbelief at the long hard bulge in her son's pants. He was trying desperately to hold his hands in front of the bulge, but it was no use. His cock was just too long to hide.
Annette put her hand to her mouth and gasped. She couldn't take her eyes off the stiff-looking bulge in her son's pants. His pants were rather loose-fitting. The tent in his pants seemed to get bigger by the second. She had given her own son a big hard-on.
Denny looked down at the floor. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. He knew that his mother could see his hard-on in his pants. He had always been afraid that his cock might harden up some day and his mother might see it. He wanted to turn and run from the room, but he didn't dare. He just had to sit down next to her the way she had told him to. He hoped she wouldn't say anything about his condition.
Annette watched her horny son walk stiff-legged over to the bed. He sat down nervously next to her with his hands still covering his swelling cock. Annette knew that she should tell the boy that he could leave the room if he wanted to, but she was unable to say it. Something was happening to Annette, something she didn't quite understand. She was beginning to feel something for her son that she hadn't felt before. She was beginning to be intrigued by his excited condition.
The boy's mother glanced over at the bulge that his hands were trying to cover. She couldn't help wondering what her son's stiff dick looked like out in the open. She knew that her thoughts were taboo, but they were there nonetheless. Her cunt was still as hot as a blast furnace after her interrupted attempt at self-stimulation. Her body and mind were still alive with sexual thoughts and pussy-melting sensations. Any other time she could have handled the situation in which she now found herself. But she was just too horny to behave logically. She had gone without sex for too long.
"M-Mom ... can ... can I go now?" Denny asked, still looking down at his feet.
"No, Denny, you may not go. Come here. Come sit closer to me, darling," Annette said, patting the bed.
"Do ... do I have to, Mom?"
"Are you afraid of me, Denny? Don't you want to sit next to your mother any more?" she asked.
"Uh ... no, Mom. It's not that ... but ... I really shouldn't sit there ... uh ... I really ought to go!" Denny struggled, suddenly jumping up and getting ready to leave.
"Sit, darling!" Annette said, firmly grabbing the boy's arm. "Now, what exactly is your problem, young man?"
"I-I don't know, Mom. I just think I should go..." Denny was hoping that his mother wouldn't make anything of the tent in his pants.
"Is it something you saw, darling?" she asked, putting her warm hand against his cheek and turning his face so that his eyes met hers.
"Well ... I guess that's it ... yeah," the boy said, his cock still as hard as steel in his pants.
"And what exactly did you see, Denny? What could you possibly have seen that would upset you so much?"
"N-nothin', Mom! Honest! I didn't really see ... much. I mean..."
"You mustn't lie to your mother, Denny darling. I think you saw a great deal that you're not telling me about. I think you saw something that you've never seen before. I think you saw me diddling myself. Isn't that right, darling?"
"D-diddling yourself?"
"Yes, darling. I think you saw me doing something to my pussy. And I think you found it very interesting. Isn't that right, Denny?"
"Oh gosh, Mom! I didn't mean to! But, I ... I couldn't stop watching!" the boy rasped.
"I know, darling, I know. It's nothing to be ashamed of, Denny. You saw something you had never seen before and you were interested, that's all," she said softly, patting her son's tousled hair.
"Gosh, Mom, I'm sure glad you're not mad at me!" the boy said.
"It wasn't your fault, darling. I really shouldn't have let myself give in to my desires, at least not here in your room. Since your father died, I've kept my desires under control fairly successfully, but when I found this..." Annette held up Denny's dirty magazine.
"Oh shit! I thought I hid it, Mom! Oh wow! It's not mine ... honest! It ... it belongs to a guy at school! Honest, Mom!" the boy lied.
"Oh really, darling?"
"Well ... I did kinda buy it from him ... but I don't look at it much!" Denny lied again.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, darling. The pictures are very interesting. In fact, it was your magazine that made me horny this afternoon. I started leafing through it, and I just couldn't put it down. The more I looked at these nasty pictures, the hotter my pussy grew. Before long my little cunt was itching and burning and getting all wet and juicy. I suppose you saw how hot and wet my cunt looked when you walked in, didn't you, Denny?" Annette's question was stated in a voice that dripped with lust.
"Oh wow, Mom! Don't ... don't talk like that! Please!" Denny begged, his hard cock aching and jerking harder with each word she said.
"Does it bother you to hear your mother talking about her cunt? Don't you want to know why I was rubbing my cunt, Denny? Surely you must be curious, darling." Annette smiled, leafing through his magazine.
"Well ... uh ... yeah, Mom. But should you be tellin' me all this stuff? I-I'm just a kid, and you're my ... my mother!" the boy choked.
"A mother and her son should be able to talk about anything at all, Denny. Of course, we've never discussed anything quite so stimulating as this before, but then I've never been this excited before, darling. Are you excited too, Denny?" Annette glanced down at his lap.
"Uh ... excited ... oh gosh ... I ... you ... you mean..." Denny shifted his body to try to hide his hard cock from his mother's view.
"Yes, darling. I want to know if you're excited too. I want to know if you are sexually excited."
"Golly no, Mom! How ... how could I be? I mean, uh, well, a guy isn't supposed to get that way in front of his own mother!" Denny exclaimed, his nuts aching with excitement even as he denied his turned-on condition.
"But you are excited, aren't you?" The boy shook his head. "Then what on earth is that?" Annette asked, pointing to the tent in his pants.
"Oh Jeeze! I-I gotta go, Mom!" the boy gasped, starting to jump up again.
"Not so fast, darling," she said, grabbing his arm and gently, but firmly, pulling him back on the bed. "I want to know what that bulge is in your pants."
"Oh gosh, Mom! Don't make me tell you! I'm awful sorry! I can't help it! It ... it just got that way!" Denny blushed with youthful embarrassment.
"What got that way?" Annette asked, taking a strange fascination in watching her son squirm.
"My ... uh..."
"Your dick?" Annette said wickedly, tingling all over with excitement.
"Yeah, Mom ... my dick. It just gets like that sometimes. I-I can't help it! I didn't want it to get hard like that ... but..."
"But you saw my cunt and the things I was doing to myself and it turned you on. Isn't that right, Denny? Didn't I give you a big fat hard-on?"
"Gosh, Mom! Yeah! But I didn't want you to see it! You don't wanna see it, do you, Mom?"
Annette smiled. "Yes, darling. I do want to see it. Take your hands away from your lap now, darling. That's right, Denny. Don't be afraid. It's only natural for you to get excited in that way. It's perfectly all right."
"Is it? Really?"
"Of course, darling. You get a hard-on when you look at the ladies in your magazine, don't you?" Annette's eyes widened when her son took his hands away from his lap and dropped them nervously at his sides.
"Well ... sure, Mom. But they're just pictures ... and you're ... you're real!"
"I'm glad you think so, Denny!" Annette laughed.
Denny couldn't sit still very well. He kept fidgeting as his mother stared at his lap. He had never felt this way before. He could almost feel his mother's eyes burning through his pants. She had never expressed any interest in seeing his cock and balls before. Now she was staring between his legs at his jerking hard-on.
The more his mother looked him over, the more his nuts ached. He was tense from head to toe. He didn't know what was going to happen next. He had never heard his mother talk the way she was talking now. She was using dirty words without any hesitation at all and saying things that he had never heard any woman say before; His young mind swam with confusing thoughts.
Annette knew that she was affecting her son powerfully. She knew how vulnerable he felt and how embarrassed he was. She also noticed that his condition of sexual excitement hadn't changed a bit. If anything the boy was more turned on now than ever. The nastiness of the situation excited Annette more and more by the minute. She was actually sitting next to her son and contemplating incest. It was enough to make her dizzy with excitement.