Chapter 2
The following case deals with a young widow and her fourteen-year-old son. The woman, being without sexual satisfaction for some years, developed an intense interest in young boys ... the friends her son had hanging around their house almost constantly.
She is an artist of some repute, a very good painter and it is my understanding that some of her oils command high prices. She does not do landscapes, but uses her son as a model. Sometimes he poses as a Greek god ... a Roman warrior ... a South Seas savage. On a few occasions, she has used other models, but seldom. She earns an adequate income from the sale of her oils, and therefore is quite comfortable.
She and her son live on the West Coast, in a beach house with huge sky-lights in the studio portions where she paints. There is a glass wall overlooking the small stretch of beach and ocean from the studio, and she has used this scene many times in her paintings.
Marlyn is a tall, statuesque woman not yet forty, slender of thigh and arms, with a narrow waist and firm, high-riding breasts. Her hips are rounded and flare seductively beneath the short skirts she is addicted to. Her buttocks are small and boyish, yet swell outward with a feminine sweep, only to tuck smoothly into her extraordinarily long thighs. Any other woman would be considered skinny, but Marlyn is willowy and desirable. She has jet black hair that is tied into a bun on most occasions at the back of her head. The glasses she wears, instead of creating a school-teacherish look to her face, emphasize the dark, smoldering glitter of her lovely eyes. When one looks directly at her, they can see the sensual expressions and passion hiding behind them.
Her lips are full, naturally pink and healthy, with a small nose that curls daintily on the very tip. She is very lovely, a very attractive female. Her face and body, alone, is enough to arouse the primitive instincts in men, but it is her dark eyes that give her passionate nature away. Behind them lurks untold pleasures to be had ... promises of exquisite sexual delights to the man who can break the barrier she has placed around her.
Unfortunately, the only ones who can burst through this barrier are young boys ... boys of fourteen and fifteen-especially her son, Richard. For him, she has no barrier. She is vulnerable to anything he wants to do with her ... anything!
Richard is tall for his age, and probably has not yet reached his full height. He, like his mother, is dark; has black hair, olive tinted flesh, and is quite well built. If there is one defect-if such can be considered a defect-it is his unusually large penis. It seems that Richard's organ is almost twice the size of a normal man's, let along a young boy's.
I used to sit in my studio and watch the young boys playing on the beach. Richard always had his friends hanging around the house, and they would go out there and play football and that sort of thing. Usually, they would be in trunks, and I would sit there and hope to get a glimpse of those bulging cocks ... those young, strong cocks.
You see, since my husband passed away, I had nothing to do with other men. Maybe if I had gone out, then I wouldn't have become involved in the mess I did with Richard and his friends. Still, I don't think I would have given up those things for anyone-I enjoyed it too much.
I knew my son was masturbating-jacking off, if you will-by this time, and since his bedroom was right next to mine. I could hear him sometimes. Just hearing him grunt when he was jacking off would be so exciting, I would find myself lifting my gown and fingering my cunt. Finally, it go so bad I just had to see him ... see him jack off ... see his cock ... see his young, strong sperm gush out.
Now, I had never been strongly oral. When my husband was alive, I would suck his cock off on occasion, but it never did much for me. Like all men, though, he thoroughly enjoyed having me use my mouth on his prick. I did enjoy having his cock inside my pussy ... getting fucked by him was the most thrilling thing in the world.
Finally, one night when I could hear him beating his meat, I became so excited I had to get out of bed and slip quietly to his door. Fortunately for me, the door was open just a crack, and I peered in at him. He had the light on and was lying on his back. I was startled when I saw the size of his prick. It was huge! I mean ... his cock was larger than my husband's ... larger than any I had ever seen before, which was not many.
He was laying there on his back, holding his cock in his hand and jacking his fist up and down swiftly. Immediately I felt the juices flowing from my pussy, and I became intensely aroused. I could have stayed there for hours, just watching my son jack off, but unfortunately it didn't last all that long.
While I was watching, he suddenly arched his hips up off the bed, and I believe his cock swelled up even larger. Then, all of a sudden, the while stuff came flying out of the tip, shooting high in the air, only to fall back and splatter on his stomach and thighs. I know this sounds insane, but when I saw his come start gushing out that way, I experienced a tremendous orgasm myself.
I wanted to stay and watch him clean up, but I was so weak and dizzy, I had to rush back to my bed. Once I was under the blankets, I had to furiously finger fuck myself to another orgasm. It was one of the most intense climaxes I had experienced in years.
After that, I would try to watch Richard jack off when ever I could. I was becoming quite interested in his cock by this time, as you well know. Of course, I knew my interest wasn't healthy, that it was incestual desires, but I didn't care about that. All I cared about was trying to devise some way I could get my hands on his beautiful, overly large prick. I found myself wondering what it would feel like inside my mouth ... how it would feel when he spurted so forcefully against the back of my throat. Not once did I think of how it would be inside my pussy ... it was only in my mouth that I wanted it.
One day, I was waiting for my son to come out of the one bathroom we have. I had held off urinating as long as I could because I was trying to finish up the painting, and was afraid I would lose the mood if I left it even for a minute. Then, when I had the time, Richard was in the bathroom.
When he came out, he grinned at me and said, "Okay, Mom ... all yours."
I went in and closed the door, not bothering to lock it. Maybe it was an unconscious desire on my part, I don't know. Anyway, I didn't lock the door as usual. I went to the toilet and lifted up my smock and pulled my panties down. I started to sit down on the stool, then remembered that Richard always lifted it when he urinated. I turned to lower the stool, but it was already down. And there, right on the edge, was a blob of thick white come juice. Right away I knew he had been jacking off, and some of his come had landed on the stool. For some strange reason, I wiped it up with one finger, then held it close to my face. I felt hot and cold at the same time, flushing with desire. I sat down on the toilet and started urinating, just looking at that white smear on my finger. Then, hardly realizing what I was doing, I brought my finger to my lips and tasted of the come. Oh God! Right away I had a tremendous orgasm! And I was still urinating, too!
After that, I started looking for evidence of his emissions, finding them on his sheets and in the bathroom. Usually the sperm would be cold by the time I found it, but still I would wipe it up and lick my fingers. If I knew Richard was out of the house, I would sometimes lift my skirt and shove the finger with his cream on it into my pussy, then I would masturbate myself furiously.
After about a week, I began finding globs of his sperm-still warm-on the stool of the toilet if I would enter it immediately after he left. Although I was totally unaware of it at the time, my son had discovered what I was doing, and began coming off so that I could find the full load. I found out later that he had observed what I was doing one day when he started into his bedroom while I was just wiping up some of his cool sperm. He saw me lick it from my fingers and then masturbate myself furiously. Of course, he didn't see my genitals since I had my back to him, but he knew what I was doing.
Strange as it seems, my son began jacking off more often then, leaving the globs of sperm on the toilet seat for me, knowing I would enter as soon as he left. I still-unconsciously, I'm sure-did not lock the door. I would enter the toilet and look immediately for his still warm sperm, wipe it up with my fingers, lick it off with my tongue, then masturbate myself.
The way I would do it in the bathroom is to lift my skirt around my waist and remove my panties completely, then I would sit on the stool, propping my feet on it and hold my knees wide. Then I would rub my clitoris with one hand and thrust my fingers of the other hand in and out of my exicted pussy. During these times, I paid no attention to anything but what pleasure I was inducing in myself. Therefore, I had no idea that my son was opening the bathroom door and watching me finger fuck myself.
This went on for a couple of weeks-me watching him jack off when ever I had the chance, him watching me wipe up his sperm and lick it off, then finger myself to orgasm. I didn't know he was watching me, but he knew everything I was doing. It's hard to say, under the circumstances, who initiated intercourse-him or I.
Then, one day while I was posing him for a painting I was doing, I inadvertently-again unconscious?-exposed his enormous balls.
The painting I was trying to do consisted of a Roman gladiator, standing triumphantly with a kneeling slave girl offering him a bowl of fruit. For the slave girl, I had hired a professional model ... a young thing hardly in her twenties. She was very pretty, with cascading golden hair and a pouty little mouth. As it turned out, she also was a sexy little thing.
I had my son and the girl dressed in togas for the painting. While she was kneeling before him, I left the canvas for a moment to adjust his. And while I was doing so, I exposed his balls.
Richard never undressed in front of me, but used a dressing screen, and it was the first time he had removed everything, including his shorts. When I found myself staring directly at his sweet balls, hardly six inches in front of my face, I began trembling violently. Immediately I thought of the wonderful load of sperm he was carrying there. I had to stand up and rush back to the easel before I lost control of myself and started fondling those sweet balls. After I sat down on the high stool I use for painting, hiding my flushed face from Richard and the model, I tried to control my flaming emotions.
I heard a gasp, and peered around the edge of the canvas. Then it was my turn to gasp.
The young model also had seen the swinging balls of my son-although she did not know it was my son-she had been unable to control her emotions as well as I. Apparently she was strongly oriented orally ... one of those girls you hear about occasionally that, once they see a prick, can't control themselves. In any event, what I saw was that she had thrown open my son's robe and was eagerly sucking on the head of his huge cock. I could hear the slurping, gurgling sounds she was making. She had my son's balls in one hand, and on her knees before him, was greedily sucking his cock, her golden hair flying around her face as she bobbed back and forth.
Still sitting on my stool, I became so intensely aroused, I could not take my eyes off her stretched lips and the way she was hungrily sucking him. I heard my son sigh heavily, and glanced quickly at his face. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back, and he was arching his cock toward her mouth eagerly.
That did it.
I forgot he was my son ... that I was his mother ... that it was a stranger sucking his cock ... a golden-haired girl I had never seen before this afternoon. All I could think of was Richard's huge cock being sucked by her. My emotions flared ... my pussy soaking ... my tits swelling into hardness. Without giving a thought to what I was doing, I ripped my painting smock open and hiked my dress to my waist. With a sharp tug, I ripped the skimpy panties from my hips and threw my thighs wide apart, digging my fingers into my extremely sensitive and twitching cunt.
"Move your hair!" I screamed. "Hold your hair away from your face ... let me watch you ... let me see you suck his cock! Ohhh ... let me see you ... suck him!
Ohhh, God ... Ohhh...."
At the sound of my voice, my son opened his eyes and looked at me. A wide grin came over his face and he stared right at my thrusting fingers, watching me finger fuck myself while the girl gobbled hungrily at his prick. She must have heard me, too, because she lifted a hand and brushed her long blonde hair away from her face, hooking it behind her ear. Now I could see the way her mouth was filled until her cheeks were ballooning out, the way her red lips stretched tightly around my son's prick. I didn't care if my son was grinning at the way I was so unashamedly finger fucking myself before him ... all that mattered to me was that I achieved a release while watching him get his blow job.
"I'm gonna come!" Richard gasped, clutching the back of the girl's head. And he did, too.
I saw the girl's throat work furiously, trying to contain all that he offered her, but although she struggled mightily, some of the thick white come escaped her tightly sucking lips and ran over the shaft of his cock. She continued sucking hard until there was no more to be had, then she lifted her face away and looked up at my son, her expression was one of pure lust and adoration.
"Wonderful ... simply wonderful," she sighed softly, fondling his now limp cock gently. "Can you do it again? I would dearly love to have it shoved up my cunt ... try ... try to get hard again, please ... please...."
My senses returned, and I jerked my fingers from my dripping pussy and covered myself. But there wasn't much use in that now. I had already been exposed to my son and the girl. Of course, the mood of painting was gone.
The girl left-at my insistence.
I didn't look at my son the rest of the afternoon. I was ashamed to ... but he trailed me about the house, not saying anything, but finding excuses to brush against me ... against my buttocks ... my tits. When a few of his friends came along and wanted him to go play football on the beach, he refused, saying he was posing.
The rest of the afternoon was spent in a tense atmosphere. I was agitated and very nervous. Richard wandered about the house, but never far from me. Then, just before dinner, we ran into each other in the hallway. I was just coming out of my bedroom and he was coming down the hall. I bumped against him ... and the next thing I knew, I had my arms right around him, pressing my body against his and moaning. My son hugged me tight, and my tits crushed at his chest. I shoved my lips to his and before the kiss was over, I had thrust my tongue deeply into his mouth. I didn't know how mcuh experience he had with girls, but when my tongue went into his mouth, he started sucking on it hard. I felt his cock stand up strong and firm against my stomach, and right away I started feeling the sensations of pleasure down there.
After the kiss was over, we stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, then, without a word, we went into my bedroom. Richard sat on the edge of my bed, and I went to my knees before him. I lay my head down in his lap, feeling the young power of his throbbingly hard prick press against my cheek. I wrapped my hands around his hips and held him tight. He stroked the top of my head ... and I started crying.
"Don't cry, Mom," he said gently. "It couldn't be helped ... you know that. It was bound to happen sooner or later. You know it was."
"But it's so wrong, Richard," I told him. "It's incest ... that's what it is! Oh, God, darling ... darling ... I can't help it ... I just can't help myself."
"I know, Mom ... I've seen you," he confessed then. "I've seen you finger yourself many times. I know what you've been doing ... with what I leave for you."
Then, while I kept my cheek pressed against his throbbing hard cock, my son told me of everything ... how he had jacked off and left his come for me ... of watching me wipe it up and lick it off my fingers ... how he would watch me then finger fuck myself ... and that he had wanted for a very long time to come to me ... come to me and let me suck his come out and swallow it.
I was trembling with shame by this time, and he continued stroking the top of my head while he spoke. He undid the bun at the back of my head and let my hair down.
"I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, Mom," he said, running his fingers through my hair. "I've wanted to stick my prick up your cunt for months."
I lifted my head and stared up at him, his face blurry through my tears.
"Oh God! What's happening ... what's wrong with us, Richard?"
"You want me, don't you, Mom? You want my cock, don't you?"
"Oh God! I uo ... I do want it so terribly ... I can't control myself, son! I've seen you jack off ... I've seen you squirt that sweet come out ... wasted it ... and all the time it could have gone into me ... into my pussy ... into my mouth ... up my ass! Wherever you want to put it! Oh, it's so wrong ... so terribly wrong for us ... for us to feel this way."
My son fell silent then, but he continued running his fingers through my hair. Tears were running down my cheeks, getting his pants moist, and that glorious ... beautiful ... delicious ... hard young cock throbbed harder than ever against my cheek. I hardly knew that I was moving my face over the warm bulge, loving it with my cheek. I hardly knew that my hands were clasping at my son's concealed ass ... clawing at the cheeks ... petting them ... caressing and feeling them. My senses were inflamed ... all thought gone ... except that I was feeling his prick against my cheek.
"Did ... did you like that ... what the model did to you this afternoon, son?" I spoke in a soft, shy voice, remembering the way her lips had stretched so deliriously over his firm prick. "Was it good? Did she do it good for you? Was she real good, son?"
"Yes, Mom," he said. "It was good."
I shivered then, and without thinking about what I was doing-afraid I would stop if I did-I pulled my right hand around his hip and lifted my head slightly. I placed my palm down on top of his pulsating cock nestled just beneath his pants, cupping it lovingly, then lay my face down on top of my hand. Richard sighed, his hand tightening on the back of my head. I squeezed his prick then, and felt it jerk with excitement.
There was no turning back now. Every nerve ... every sensation ... flooded my body. This was what I wanted, wrong or not. I lifted my head and, still on my knees before him, I pulled the zipper of his pants. Richard stared down at my hand as I wormed the fingers into his fly, searching ... exploring ... and finally, oh, God! ... there it was! I had my fingers on his smooth, hard cock! My breath caught in my throat as I held the tip of his prick just behind the ridge of the head, pulling ... pulling ... and there it was!
I gasped, gazing down at my son's throbbing, ever so huge prick. It was as though I were seeing it for the first time ... and it was so close to me ... al most touching my nose. I looked at it for a long moment, still holding my two fingers close to the swollen, bulging head. Then I lifted my face and gazed into my son's eyes. His expression was one of intense excitement. His lips hung slack ... his nostrils flaring ... his eyes glassy ... and his sweet, wonderful cock pulsating and dripping that slippery fluid from the inflamed slit in the center of his cock head.
I didn't want my son like this. I mean ... now that the two of us were out of control ... manipulated like puppets on a string, I wanted him naked. I wanted to see every inch of his big, muscular body. I wanted to see his pubic hair ... his heavy balls ... that upright cock in all its naked beauty.
With trembling-but anxious-hands, I unbuckled his belt and the top button on his pants. When I started this, Richard removed his shirt, then lifted his ass slightly. I pulled his pants and shorts down to his feet, then removed them completely. Richard opened his knees then, and still without saying a word, I looked longingly at what I now had exposed to my lusting eyes. My son placed his hands on the bed, leaning back. The movement caused his cock to arch up slightly, and my nerves twitched maddeningly as the tip of his prick touched the end of my nose, leaving a smeary mess of his fluids there.
With feverish hands, I wrapped the fingers of my right hand around his enormous cock and started to stroke it gently. Up and down ... up and down ... thrilling to the young power there. My left hand slipped beneath his hairy balls and I hefted them, weighing them. Soon, my right hand was jacking him swiftly, moving all the way down to his hairy crotch, only to jerk upwards until I had the smooth, swollen head in the palm of my hand. My left hand cupped his balls, squeezed them gently, then harder, pulling and tugging at them. Richard moaned slightly, but it wasn't a moan of pain ... it was a moan of delicious pleasure.
"I ... I'm going to do it, son," I said, unable to hold myself back any longer. "I've got to do it ... I've got to kiss this wonderful prick of yours! Please ... please, don't accuse me! Oh God ... don't hate your mother, Richard."
"I won't ... I won't, Mom," he whispered back at me, his voice thick. "Just ... just do it to me!"
With one last swift jerk of my fist on his cock, I held my hand-down against his crotch, keeping a firm grip on the base. Then, with my left hand hanging onto his balls as if my life depended on it, I leaned my face down, then pressed my pursed lips directly on the tip of his oozing prick. I kissed it ... kissed the tip of my son's cock with a moist, loud, suctioning kiss!
Immediatly, my brain flamed into a roaring inferno ... an inferno of intense passion. Holding my lips on the tip of his cock, I moved my tongue out until I had the tip pressing at the small slit there. I could feel the heat of his prick and had the strangest sensation that the cock head had seared the taste buds from my tongue. Of course, that was nonsense, because I could taste all that slippery juice ... could taste the delicate essence of his prick ... of the thing I had gone without for so long.
Now, as I mentioned before, I have never been strongly oriented to the joys of oral sex. But this had been coming on me for weeks ... and I wanted to suck his cock then more than anything I had ever wanted in my entire life.
I opened my lips then, but did not take the head of his cock into my mouth. Instead, I swirled the tip of my tongue around it, licking the smooth surface of it. I felt my son tremble as I licked his cock head. I worked my tongue all around it, even down on the ridge. Then, using the flat surface of my tongue, I again went round and round the head of his prick. I was breathing noisily by now, and my pussy was quivering as if I would experience an orgasm at any time. I was seeping juices so copiously that I could feel the crotch of my panties soaked, and some of the mess ran down the insides of my thighs.
I lifted my head then, and gazed again at my son's cock. The only moisture left on the head was my saliva now. I held his firm prick for a moment, then jacked my fist up it. When I had the head in my palm, I pressed it against his rippling stomach, holding it flat. The huge tube on the under surface pulsated like a tiny heart beat. Then, using the flat surface of my tongue again, I pressed it against the base of his cock, almost on his balls. I licked the entire surface of my son's cock then, worming my tongue from one end to the other until I had tasted every throbbing inch of it. By this time I could stand it no longer.
I let his cock stand upwards once more, and gripping it at the base, parted my lips as wide as I could. I closed them over the sensitive head of his cock and created as much suction as I possibly could, my tongue flitted here and there. I sucked up and down on the head of his prick for a few moments, then started sliding my mouth down as far as I could. I caused my cheeks to sink inward so my mouth be tight and warm and moist for him. I felt the smooth cock head slip over the roof of my mouth, then it was at the entrance of my throat.
That was a far as I could go.
Half my son's young cock was buried now inside my mouth, and my lips felt so stretched, I was certain they would never be normal again. Finding I could take no more of his wonderful prick into my mouth, I started sucking him then. I moved my lips up and down slowly at first, letting myself get used to the hugeness there. Now that I had his cock in my mouth, there was no reason to hold it, so I pulled my right hand from the base and slipped it down under his balls until I was clutching one of his ass-cheeks. My face started bobbing up and down swifter ... sucking harder ... tongue flying.
I was gurgling, I know. I could hear myself making slurping sounds on his prick. Richard, too, was almost out of his mind with the pleasure I was giving him. His naked ass began to squirm on the bed, writhing against my hand. He started pumping his cock up and down, fucking into my mouth as I sucked him off.
I'm sure it was because the two of us were so excited by this first blow job I gave him. Anyway, whatever the cause, it did not last long. It seemed that his cock actually became larger still between my lips, and then I was receiving the thing I had been getting second-hand for weeks. I felt the first gush of his come squirt from the head of his cock when it was pressing at the entrance of my throat. Not wanting to lose the taste of his fresh, young come this first time, I quickly sucked upwards until I had the tip only in my mouth. I licked my tongue in hot, swirling circles around the gushing tip, finally fluttering it across the spewing slit. The taste of his thick white come created such an intense passion in me, I also went into a convulsive orgasm at the almost exact instant my son was coming in my mouth. I swallowed quickly, preparing my mouth for the next squirt. I was moaning and whimpering insanely as I drank and sucked and licked and swallowed his delicious tasting come. I continued to suck on his cock until he could shoot no more ... I had taken his full load into my mouth and down into my quivering stomach.
Richard slumped backward in exhaustion, his cock still in my mouth. I lay my head down on his thigh, but not turning loose of that delicious prick. I don't know how long we lay that way, but I finally became aware that I was holding a limp prick between my lips. I gave him one last lick with my tongue, one last suck with my mouth, then lifted away.
Although I had experienced a tremendous orgasm, my pussy was still squirming and quivering in heat. Richard, on his back, had his eyes closed and his naked chest was heaving up and down tiredly. Knowing we had already gone too far to turn back, I quickly lifted my skirt and slipped my soaked panties off. I crawled up on the bed with him, then with my thighs spread widely apart, I squatted down with my naked ass on my heels. Keeping my skirt around my waist, I gazed at the limp cock of my son and began to finger fuck my excited cunt furiously. Maybe it was the rocking motion of the bed, I don't know. Anyway, Richard opened his eyes and saw me wildly finger fucking myself. He stared for a long time at my hair--rimmed pussy, at the plunging fingers going in and out of it.
"Want me to do that for you, Mom?" he asked in a gentle voice.
Without missing a stroke in my cunt, I looked into his staring eyes. I was completely unashamed in my finger fucking ... totally wanton ... not caring that my son was staring between my thighs at my exposed cunt ... at the manner in which I was stimulating myself. After all, by his confession, Richard had already seen me masturbating previously ... and he had seen me do so while the young model sucked his cock off.
Without waiting for me to answer him, my son reached out one hand and began to finger my pulsating, extremely sensitive clitoris that was exposed between the lips of my cunt. At the touch of his fingers on my pussy, I thought I was going to cream again. I arched my crotch forward, plunging two fingers up my snatch while my son rubbed and pinched my clitoris. But I wanted more ... much more than this finger fuck.
"Son ... son, have you ever ... ever used your mouth on a girl?" I asked him in a voice I didn't recognize. "Have you ever ate a girl's cunt? Have you ever tasted a pussy? Ohhh ... please, son ... darling son ... kiss my cunt ... kiss your mother's boiling pussy for her ... eat it ... lick my twat ... suck my goddamn mother fucking ... steaming ... hungry ... greedy cunt!"
Without hesitation, my son nodded his head. I scrambled around on the bed until I was lying on my back, my naked ass hunching up and down as if I was getting myself fucked. Richard jumped around on the bed until he was lying between my widely spread thighs, his face close to my hairy pussy. He looked at it for just a moment, then shoved his face forward. His tongue flew out and began to tickle my inflamed clitoris. He sucked the thing between his lips and nibbled on it, his tongue fluttering around the sensitive tip. I was flowing excitedly again, and when he moved his mouth downward, licking at my quivering cunt lips, he didn't mind the juice at all. Richard licked every bit of the slick juice from my pussy, then he ran his tongue over the inner surfaces of my thighs, cleaning them too.
He returned to my heated cunt then, and slipping his hands around my hips, he clutched my ass-cheeks in his hands and started licking hungrily at my twat. His tongue touched every nook and cranny of my pussy, creating such intense pleasures in me that I was being driven out of my mind.
"Tongue me, darling," I whimpered to him, rolling and twisting my ass against his hands. "Tongue fuck my cunt ... lick it nicely ... suck me off ... the way I sucked your prick off! Eat my snatch ... chew the hot fucking slit ... suck your mother's steaming pussy ... tongue fuck the hole. ... Ohhhh ... ohhhh ... wonderful ... delicious ... so good ... ohhh ... yes ... yes----"
Richard buried his tongue into my pussy, thrusting it in and out while he created a wonderful sucking on the cunt lips. His nose was pressed hard against my sensitive clitoris, and his face was surrounded by the thick black hair of my cunt. His fingers dug between the cheeks of my ass, probing at the constricted hole there. His eyes gazed, glassily, up at mine. I gripped the back of his head and held his sucking, licking face tightly into my twat. I lifted my ass and opened my thighs wider yet, grinding my cunt into his face. Every nerve of my body seemed to be on fire ... raw ... nervy. I started gyrating my crotch at his tongue and lips, and then my pussy began to-of its own volition-clip and nip at his fucking tongue ... as though it was sucking his tongue as he plunged it in and out of my body. Moist slurping sounds came from him, and I was reminded, of all things, of a cat lapping up milk.
"Ohhh, you darling...." I whimpered, rocking my cunt against his face. "You sweet ... sweet darling! Suck it, darling ... suck your mother's cunt! Tongue fuck your mother's cunt! Ohhh ... such a sweet pussy eater ... such a wonderful cunt licker ... eat ... eat ... eat me!"
Richard stabbed time and again into my pussy, swirling his tongue against the slippery walls of my cunt, only to withdraw and lick it over my pulsating clitoris deliciously. I began to have tiny, explosive orgasms then. They came one after another, and my son's face was getting slippery with the seeping fluids. And then ... then, with his tongue buried deeply inside my cunt, I had the strongest, most tremendous climax in my life. My pussy clutched and clasped at his tongue, sucking on it as he tongue fucked me to completion. Finally, I could come no more. My ass fell back to the bed as Richard withdrew his tongue from my exhausted pussy. He raised up on his knees and grinned down at me, his face quite messy. He reached out and petting my cunt gently, then slumped down beside me.
The next morning I woke up and Richard was still there at my side, sleeping soundly. I watched him for a moment, my heart filled with love for this big son of mine. He was still naked, and when I looked down his body, I saw that his cock was standing up hard and stiff. I couldn't resist leaning down over him and kissing that swollen cock head.
He stirred and opened his eyes, smiling at me.
"Good morning, Mom," he said sleepily.
"You have a beautiful hard on this morning, darling," I told him, wrapping my fingers around it and jacking him slowly. "Do you often wake up with such a big prick?"
"Most of the time," he grinned.
"And I suppose you've been jacking it off, haven't you?" I grinned back at him. Neither of us were shy now, speaking openly, using the words without the heat of passion.
"Sometimes," he replied.
"Well ... that will stop now, won't it?"
"That depends."
"On what?"
"On you, naturally."
"Oh?" I asked quizzically, arching my eyebrows and licking my lips suggestively. "I suppose, after last night, you'll come waving this cock to me every morning, huh?"
"Only if it's hard, Mom."
"Suppose I refuse to suck it? " I teased.
"You won't," Richard said. "And if you do, well, I guess I'll have to start jacking off again ... but I won't leave my come around for you to lick up, either!"
"Are you sure, darling," I whispered, stroking his beautiful cock. "If I refused to suck you off ... would you really go back to jacking off? Or would you ... would you do something else? I mean ... would you stick it in me anyway?"
"Force you to suck me off? No, Mom ... I wouldn't do that."
I was disappointed in his answer. I wouldn't have minded a damn bit if he forced me to suck his cock. I believe I would have liked it, which proved to be the case about a week later.
"Well ... in that case," I flipped his cock playfully, "I guess I'll just leave you here with this hard on and go fix us some breakfast."
I started to crawl off the bed, but Richard grabbed me suddenly and pulled me back, wrestling me down beneath him. We tickled each other in the ribs, horsing around as we had never done before. Giggling and laughing, we grabbed at each other-me, at his cock and balls, my son at my pantiless cunt and ass-rolling around the bed like a couple of children. I don't know how it happened, but I found myself totally before my son for the first time. My tits thrust up against his face, and he was suddenly sucking and licking my nipples, his finger plunging in and out of my pussy. I had hold of his cock and was jacking him off swiftly.
"Let's fuck," Richard said, lifting his mouth from my tit.
"Why, darling," I said in mock shock. "That would make you a mother fucker, don't you know that?"
"So what?" he said, pinching my clitoris. "A mother fucker isn't such a bad thing ... not if the mother is you. Besides, I'm already a mother licker ... a mother cunt licker ... so what's wrong with fucking your pussy, too?"
"Not a fucking thing!" I exclaimed, pulling my son between my thighs. "Not a fucking thing, darling ... you just go right ahead and fuck mother's tight hairy pussy! Fuck it all you want ... stab that sweet cock up my twat, Richard!"
I guided my son's prick to the lips of my pussy, and he arched his hips forward, then my cunt lips stretched around his cock and my son was fucking me.
"I'll fuck you, Mom," he said, thrusting his big prick all the way into my tight pussy. "I'll ream your hairy cunt good ... I'll fuck your snatch until you scream for me to stop ... I'll shoot my load of come in your pussy ... fill you full of my come ... so full it'll come out of your cock sucking mouth!"
"Yes ... yes," I cried, lifting my legs and wrapping them around his humping ass, driving my pussy up and down in matching strokes with his hard cock. "Fuck me, you mother fucker! Fuck your mother's cunt ... ohhhh, yes ... stretch my hot pussy ... fill it ... come in my twat ... come in mother's cunt ... make it come out my mouth ... my cock sucking mouth....Ohhhh, fuck ... fuck ... fuck rne! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck my cunt, you darling ... my darling baby ... fuck me good ... good ... good...."
And so, my fourteen-year-old son fucked me.
He shot his load into my pussy.
I came right with him.
We both came together.
He flooded my pussy with his frothy, thick come ... and I coated his cock with my juice.
We no longer slept in separate bedrooms, but stayed with each other after that first night. I lost interest in my painting, my thoughts on nothing but my son's lovely and delicious cock. He continued to fuck me now and then, but we found that our pleasures were mostly oral. Of course, Richard no longer jacked off as before. When he had a hard on, I would take his cock out and suck him off, or he would fuck me. But, as I said, we preferred to suck and lick each other to orgasm over fucking.
Then, for some reason about a week later, I was overcome with guilt. I began to worry about what we were doing, and decided to put a stop to it. The only thing was, I had counted on my son's cooperation in putting a halt to our sexual antics.
I was in the kitchen preparing our dinner one evening when Richard came in. He had been out playing with his friends on the beach, and he was wearing trunks, as usual. Immediately I noticed the enormous bulge of his cock, indicating he was up hard and ready.
But I was resolved to put an end to this incestuous wickedness.
"No, Richard," I said when he came up and started feeling of my ass beneath my skirt. "I've decided it's wrong for us to continue like this. You've got to find you a little girl ... one your own age who will suck you off, or let you fuck her."
"Hey ... what is this shit?" he said.
"That's right, dear ... no more fucking and sucking your mother."
"But...."
"You just do as I say," I said, trying hard to keep my eyes off his concealed cock. "Find you a little girl."
"But, Mom ... all the girls around here won't fuck ... or suck, either. I've already tried them."
"Then try harder ... or look someplace else. I refuse to suck your cock off any more. And ... you won't get your mouth on my pussy again, either. If I get too aroused, why I'll ... I'll finger fuck myself. Either that or go out and find me a man."
I was startled when Richard grabbed me by the shoulders and whirled me around to face him. His face was a mask of confusion and hurt. I wanted to wrap him up in my arms and hug him against my tits, but knew that if I did this, the next thing I would be doing would be sucking his prick off.
Richard looked at me for a long time, his fingers squeezing painfully into my shoulders.
"Goddamn it!" he shouted. "I've got a hard on, Mom, and you're going to suck me off. No, don't argue ... you'll do it."
He started pressing me down. My knees grew weak and I was unable to resist the pressure he was putting on my shoulders. I sunk to the floor, on my knees before him. When he realized I wouldn't move, my son then dropped his swim trunks and exposed his thick, hard cock to me.
"Now," he said, taking the strands of my hair into his fingers and pulling them hard, hurting me until I winced with the pain. "You know you like to suck my cock, Mom ... you know you're a cock sucker from the word go. You can't stop yourself from sucking me, can you? Answer me ... can you?"
He tugged my hair, bringing tears to my eyes. I looked up at him, pleading silently, but it was no good. My mouth was watering already, and it seemed as if I could taste his come in my throat then and there. He pulled my face against his cock, brushing it back and forth over my lips, nose and eyes. My tits swelled until I thought they would burst from the pressure.
"Goddamn you," he hissed down at me, his eyes blazing in mixed passion and cruelty. "I said answer me? You can't stop yourself from sucking my cock, can you, you fucking cock sucker?"
"Ohhh, don't ... don't, darling," I whimpered, knowing I couldn't stop now ... I was lost ... lost to this wicked hold his beautiful cock had on me. I could feel the moisture soaking the crotch of my panties already, too. "Please ... please, baby ... don't make me suck you ... it's wrong ... wicked ... sinful. I won't...."
"You will!"
"I won't!"
"Suck!"
"No!"
And then my son was fucking me in my mouth.
He was right, of course. I couldn't keep myself from taking his huge cock between my lips and sucking hungrily on it. I wanted his sperm ... I wanted it to scald my throat ... to warm my stomach.
He held the back of my head tightly in his hands, not letting me move my lips on his prick, but working his hips back and forth, fucking me that way. I had to clutch his hips to keep from falling, and before I knew it, I was clasping his ass-cheeks hard, sucking furiously as he fucked in and out of my mouth. I began to experience explosive orgasms in my pussy while he did this to me, and each one was more powerful than the last. My throat constricted as he plunged the smooth, swollen head against it, but my tongue flew every place, my cheeks making a tight, moist pussy for his ramming, throbbing cock.
That's right ... my mouth became my pussy for his cock.
He thrust deeper and deeper into my lips and mouth, and then I felt the head slip past my resisting throat, and his wiry hairs tickled my nose. This was as deep as my son's cock had ever entered my mouth, and I found myself struggling to breathe. Yet, the sensations of having him fuck my mouth so deeply overcame my breathless state, and I was gobbling insanely at him now. We were staring into each other's faces ... me on my knees, sucking him swiftly, my son plunging his cock into my mouth. Both of us knew then that we would never be able to stop this ... never again would be able to leave each other alone.
Richard fucked and fucked my mouth, his hairy balls slapping against my chin. I was so excited by being forced to suck him ... by having my mouth utilized as a pussy, I wouldn't have stopped then no matter what. It was the first time he had fucked me this way, and I was thrilled senseless.
"I'm ready to come, Mom!" my son shouted. "Get ready to take the load. ... Ohhh ... suck ... fuck ... eat my prick, Mom. ... Ohhh ... I'm coming ... coming ... coming...."
And my son spurted his hot, scalding come juice into my mouth. My throat worked quickly and fluidly, not wasting a drop of his precious, ever so delicious come. If a girl's throat could become pregnant, I'm sure I would have done so then. My son came more than he ever had before, but I took every dripping drop of it. And exploded all over myself. It seemed as if every nerve of my being was one huge orgasm ... and I was coming and pissing my panties at the same time. I know that sounds crazy, but I was ... I was pissing in my panties at the same time I was coming.
When he finished ejaculating into my mouth, Richard let me go. I was so weak by this time, I fell to the kitchen floor, wallowing in the puddle of cooling piss, my skirt hiked around my waist and hips jerking uncontrollably. My son gazed down at my soaked panties and giggled foolishly, seeing the piss dribble from me.
"I told you, Mom!" he said gleefully. "I told you, you couldn't stop now." He was right.
A few days after that incident, I found myself using my mouth on one of his young friends.
Of course, Richard continued sleeping with me, and I continued sucking him off each day and night. It seemed as though his cock and balls never emptied, but were always full of that wonderful come juice. We no longer fucked, but licked and sucked each other exclusively. My son thought it was great fun to watch me climax when he shot off into my mouth.
He would lie on his back in the bed, and I would be at his side, both of us naked. I would have my feet toward the head of the bed, and twisting my body around so I could suck him, my son would hold my thighs apart and lay his cheek on one, gazing into my hair-lined cunt while I sucked him off. His face would be very close to my pussy, and he always giggled when he started squirting into my mouth and watching my cunt lips convulse in orgasm. He seldom touched my pussy during those times, but he would lick and tongue fuck me later on.
But, getting back to when I found myself giving one of his young friends a blow job. Richard was out on the beach playing football, and one of them came in the house for a drink of water. This wasn't unusual because they usually did this. Only this time, after he had his water, the boy stood there looking at me with a funny expression on his face.
Maybe I was feeling somewhat aroused, I don't know. Anyway, I looked at the front of his trunks and noticed the outline of his cock there. Naturally, the young boy saw where I was looking. A smile--more of a leercame over his face then.
"Want some?" he said, not at all bashful.
"What?" His words startled me.
"Want some of my cock?"
"Why ... why, you...."
"Oh, come off it ... you want some cock ... it's all over your face."
Suddenly, insane as it was, I thought that if I would take this kid and suck him off, then maybe ... just maybe, it would still the hunger in me for my own son.
"Come here," I told the boy.
He walked toward me, and when he was standing in front of me, I reached out and felt his prick. It swelled up in my hand, and I dropped to my knees in front of him. Without taking his trunks down, I lifted one leg slit and reached inside and pulled his prick out that way. It wasn't as huge, nor as beautiful, as my son's cock, but it would do nicely. So, while his cock was sticking out of the leg of his trunks, I leaned forward and started sucking it. The boy didn't touch me in any way, just stood there and trembled while I sucked him off. His cock, being so much smaller than my son's, easily slid down my throat and I sucked all of it. When he came, his juice wasn't as thick nor as tasty as my son's, yet it was good just the same. I didn't experience an orgasm, either, the way I would do when my son came off in my mouth.
After the boy left me and was gone about fifteen minutes, another boy came in the house. And the whole thing happened again. At the time I didn't think very much about it, just a momentary flicker that I was the recepticle of those boys throughout the afternoon. That is ... my mouth was the recepticle of their cocks and full loads. Maybe I was numb, stunned or something ... all I knew was that at fifteen minute intervals, I found myself sucking off a different boy. I went through about six of them that afternoon, and my jaws were aching from being held wide open so much. My belly felt laden with warm sperm from those six cocks, yet for some strange reason, I was happy, too.
That evening, after dinner, I found out the reason for the sudden aggressiveness of those young kids.
"Did you enjoy all those cocks, Mom?" my son said after we had eaten.
"How ... how did you know?"
"I told them, of course."
"What ... you told them? Richard, how could...."
"Oh, come off it, Mom," he laughed at me. "You're a natural born cock sucker ... you've proved that time and again with me. I figured you might like a little variety. You know ... a different cock now and then."
We were in the living room when he told me this. I was shocked and shamed by him telling those kids about us ... yet I was thrilled at the same time. Suddenly, I started laughing about it, and my son laughed with me.
"You see," he said. "Now you can suck all the cock you want. I can have you all to myself. I don't want you going out and finding some man, Mom. I don't want you bringing some guy home and saying he's my new father. I figured if I could get the guys in here, and you sucking them off, you'd have enough variety to be happy with me."
"Oh, you sweet darling, you," I said, hugging him tight. I kissed him all over his face, licking his cheeks and ears and eyes and nose and lips. "You do love your mother, don't you? You aren't ashamed of me ... of what we've been doing. Okay ... I won't be ashamed of it either."
"That's the attitude, Mom," my son said happily. "Now ... let's get naked and have some fun ... some cunt and cock sucking fun!"
With happy laughter and much horseplay, my son and I soon became naked. It was the first time we had licked and sucked each other at the same time. I mean ... my son sucked my cunt and I sucked his cock at the same time.
He lay on the floor with his big, beautiful prick standing up in the air, and I straddled his face, gazing down at the thick prick fondly. My son looked up between my thighs at my pussy, then I squatted down over his face, lowering my pussy to his waiting mouth. Once my cunt lips touched his face, my son started tongue fucking me furiously, his hands clasping my ass-cheeks and pulling them wide apart, only to squeeze them together again. I leaned over and, holding myself up with my arms, took as much of his firm, young cock as possible into my mouth. Still, I could hardly get all of it down my throat. I lifted his balls with one hand and washed them over my nose, inhaling the fine, delicate odor of his crotch as I sucked and licked his prick. I was so excited I couldn't keep from squirming my dripping cunt down on his face, rubbing it up and down as he licked and sucked at it. We both exploded into a wild orgasm at the exact instant. He flooded my mouth with so much come, I was unable to accept it all. The white juice escaped my lips and ran down the sides of his cock, down onto his hairy, heavy balls. I could hear him struggling to breathe as I crushed my convulsing pussy tightly to his face. After I had swallowed as much of his come as I could and his cock went soft in my mouth, I let it flop out and, with the tip of my tongue, I licked up the still warm juice that had dropped from my mouth.
The following day, instead of football, I noticed the kids and my son sitting on the beach, their heads close together as if discussing some secret. In a few minutes, two of the boys walked into the house. Of course, I had sucked them off the day before, and they knew about it. There was no pretense on my part-nor theirs.
They came directly to me and immediately exposed those two pricks to me. I started playing with them, and soon had them up nice and hard. They stood in front of me and I moved my mouth from one to the other, sucking and licking at each, but not staying long enough on one cock to make it come off. It was a game I was playing with them ... trying to see which cock would ejaculate first into my mouth. Finally, one of them did.
I had just pulled my lips away when it started squirting. The first spurt struck my cheek just as I turned my head away to suck on the other one. Quickly, I went back to the gushing cock and wrapped my lips around it tightly, swallowing the remainder of his come. Then I started on the other boy, sucking him until he, too, spurted his warm juice down my throat.
The boys came to me two at a time until I had sucked all of them off, and then it was my son's turn. He came in alone, and by now I was tremendously excited. He knew how I felt after taking the full loads of his friends, and instead of insisting that I suck him off right away, the sweet boy pulled the crotch of my soaked panties aside and tongue fucked me deliciously to a wonderful orgasm. Then he let me suck him off.
All that I've told you has been going on now for almost six months. I suck those kid's cocks every damn day ... and having the time of my life. I have them during the afternoons, and I have my son in the mornings and at night.
It's very strange, though, that none of the kids have ever licked my pussy. Not a one has ever asked to even see my cunt ... nor have any of them requested to fuck me. I'll have to ask my son about that some day. I wouldn't mind at all if they fucked me, either. I think it would be quite a lot of fun to get myself gang fucked by those kids ... one after the other. What would make it even better would be for my son to let me suck his sweet prick all the time I was getting fucked by his friends.
That's something to think about, isn't it?
This woman, as I mentioned previous, is quite attractive and would have no difficulty in finding a sexual partner her own age, yet she prefers to fellate the young boys-the friends of her son.
As the reader has probably noticed, this mother has not indulged her oral desire with her son in the company of the other youths. There was no explanation as to why this has not come about, but it is my belief that this will eventually happen. Especially with her last remarks about enjoying copulation with them while she fellates her son.
She went into analysis, not because of guilt, but because she had heard that analysis would assist in her emotional turmoil to accept her activities with a better frame of mind. There is a strong indication that her son has had homosexual tendencies as evidenced by his willingness to share his mother's fellating activities with other boys. It is quite possible, if this mother realizes her desire for a mass-copulation, that her son will understand his homosexuality and become active with one, if not more, of the boys.