Chapter 1
"Oh, God, Jeff, you're giving me the most superb fucking I've ever gotten. That beautiful big young cock of yours stuffs my hungry cunt even more crammed full than your dead father's used to."
"That's just because it's so hungry for that sweet little snatch of yours, mom," the boy replied as he lunged into his mother's quivering cunt with long powerful strokes.
"Oh, darling, how many times do I have to remind you not to call me 'mom' while we're having sex together. I know that what we're doing is wrong and I feel guilty enough about having seduced you into this relationship without being reminded of it just while I'm enjoying it so thoroughly."
"I'm sorry, Vickie darling. I guess it's just force of habit. After all, I've thought of you as my mother all my life. It's just recently that I've come to think of you also as my lover. Every now and then it just slips out, I guess. I wouldn't say or do anything to hurt you for the world. I love you too much-in too many different ways-to ever hurt you. Oh, my darling, you've got such a wonderful cunt. I've come to feel so at home in it," Jeff said, and then really began to slam his big hot young meat into his mother with a vengeance as their passions spiraled upwards to a thundering crescendo. The mattress groaned, the bedsprings squeaked and the slats threatened to break as the bed shuddered as though the room were caught up in the throes of an earthquake. His sweaty flat stomach was glued to the soft white skin of hers like a damp vacuum cup. Their damp patches of pubic hair stuck together and matted where they intertwined as her big tender tits flattened themselves up against his taut, still-hairless chest while the swollen stiff nipples dug into his. She threw her arms around his shoulders and flung her legs around his buttocks, pulling the whole length of his instrument ever deeper into her burning cunt. She pulled his mouth down to t hers and slithered her hot tongue deep inside of it as their pubic mounds ground into each other's wanton bodies. Jeff urged his hand beneath her heaving buttocks and worked a finger all the way into her hot tight little ass-hole urging her up even tighter to his throbbing, demanding cock as he rammed into her hot wet cunt like a runaway pile driver.
"Press your cunt up all the way to me, Vickie. Thrust it up to me and make it cum. I want to feel all those throbbing muscles grab and squeeze and milk at my prick as I plant my seeds in the very secret recesses of your belly. I want you to cum with me. That's what makes it perfect. When we cum together. Please cum with me!"
"Yes, my darling boy. Oh, yes! I will, I will, I will! I'm there right now. I'm ready whenever you are. Just say when!" she gasped into his mouth.
"Now, darling, now! I'm cuming. Cum with me. Right now!" he groaned.
"Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes! There it is. Can you feel it. Can you feel me cuming all over your lovely cock? Ahhhhhhhhh!"
"Ohhhhhhh! Oh, God, can I ever feel it. Now feel me. Feel my prick burst and cum deep inside of your precious pussy. Suck it with your lovely cunt and drain out every drop of my love for you. Here it is!"
With a final lunging drive into her, Jeff Burke exploded his blood-engorged cock with searing love cream into the very womb from which he had emerged fifteen years earlier.
Vickie Burke stared up at the crazy pattern of reflected lights from the traffic on the street below that danced across the bedroom ceiling like an out-of-focus kaleidoscope. Now that she was sexually calm, she was emotionally distraught. It was a feeling that she had come to know well, and even learn to live with, these past six months. She was caught up in a never-ending tug-of-war between the demands of her sex and the dictates of her conscience. At thirty-five, she was an outstandingly beautiful and youthful-appearing woman. It was no mere fortunate blessing of nature. She worked hard to retain the image: long hours of exercise, constant dieting, the most expensive of cosmetics, health foods and heavy daily dosages of vitamins, minerals and iron. Retaining the glow of youth was a full-time job and one that she did well. The men who stared admiringly at her and the women who fixed her with envious glances would have never suspected that they were looking at a lecherous female who had seduced her own young son into a sexual liaison. Up until last November, Vickie wouldn't have believed it herself. But that was before that fateful day when she came home from work two hours earlier and chanced upon a scene that changed her life.
It was already getting dark when Vickie drove up in front of the apartment building in which she and her son Jeff lived. Usually when she returned home from work and let herself in the apartment, she was in the habit of singing out, "Jeff, I'm home!" On this particular night, she didn't do so because the apartment was dark, indicating that Jeff wasn't yet home, and because she could hardly wait to get to the bathroom.
As Vickie groped her way down the darkened hallway she heard muffled voices as she passed the door to the study. Her first thought was that Jeff had gone out and left the television set on. She spied into the room and saw that the big picture tube was dark. Obviously, the voices that she heard were live. The demands of her curiosity overcame those of her bladder and she hung back in the shadows and peered furtively into the murky semi-darkness of the room.
Vickie was tempted to speak up and announce her presence but that some inner voice told her to remain quiet. She stood silent and motionless peering into the semi-darkened room. In time her eyes became accustomed to the gloom and she made out two figures on the love seat that faced the TV. The figures appeared to be naked. She recognized one of them as being her son Jeff, and she heard him say, as he massaged a young girl's small, immature breasts, "Gee, you've got nice tits, Sally." The girl only giggled.
As her eyes got better adjusted to the dim light, she began to see things more distinctly. Jeff was bent over the girl so that he could suck and massage her little underdeveloped breasts. The girl's hand was seemingly buried in his crotch, hidden from sight. Suddenly, the boy broke away from her grasp and slid his face down between Sally's thighs. Without hesitancy he pressed his mouth to her fur-fringed sex slit. As she watched, Vickie felt a little electric shock deep down in her own loins. It was as though her son's tongue had suddenly slipped into her own cunt rather than in that of the young girl on the love seat. Standing quietly transfixed in the darkened hallway, Vickie was hardly conscious of what she was doing as she gathered up the front of her skirt and plunged her hand into her now-moist panties. She teased her quivering clit with her finger just as she knew her son was teasing Sally's with his tongue.
"Oh, yes, that's it, Jeff. Right there. Keep licking and sucking it just like you are now. That's perfect. Don't change anything and for God's sake don't stop. Oh, yes, it's beautiful. Suck my cunt, baby, suck it good. That's it. Here I cum. I'm going to cum right in your mouth. Eat my pussy. Eat it all up. Ahhhh!" Sally's voice was breathless with passion but the words came through all too clearly to Vickie, whose hand was vigorously massaging her throbbing clit.
"That was lovely, Jeff. You're really learning how to do it," Sally said. "Now you come on back up here," the girl continued. "It's not fair for you to have all the fun. Having my pussy eaten always gives me an appetite for sucking cock. Get back up here and get comfortable and I'm going to gobble up every bit of your prick."
Vickie thought, Surely the time has come to call a halt to this disgraceful performance by making my presence known. After all, that brazen hussy is talking to my little boy.
Jeff was back up on the love seat now and Sally's hands were stroking his hard cock. She let go for a moment while she moved down onto the floor between Jeff's legs. Jeff's hard-on came into full view. Vickie almost gasped aloud at the sight of it. It was huge. Jeff had been a timid boy once he had come to puberty and it had been years since his mother had seen him in the nude. To her, Jeff was still her "little boy." She had refused to face the fact that he was growing up just as she had refused to admit her own aging since she had passed her twenty-ninth birthday. Her eyes were glued to his sex now. By no stretch of the imagination, could that gigantic thing be the cock of a little boy ? What her wide-eyed stare beheld now was the proud prick of a man.
Sally was licking his balls now and began to dart her tongue about in little butterfly flicks as she spiraled up that huge shaft. The swollen knob glistened in the dim light. From the way Sally was going at it, Vickie realized that this young slut with her son was no amateur at cock-sucking. When Sally took the juice-coated glans into her mouth, Vickie could almost taste in her own mouth the sweet flavor of the clear juices that seeped from the slit. It had been a long time since she had experienced the thrill of having the delicious love cream slide smoothly over her tongue. When she and her husband were first married she had found the taste of his cum unpleasant and sickening. She had spit it out almost at once. In those, early days of her sex experience, she found the practice of sucking her husband's cock distasteful. However, during the last few months of her pregnancy, before Jeff was born, she would often suck his penis in lieu of engaging in normal intercourse. During that period not only did she acquire a taste for his jism but also developed an addiction for it. During the final years of their marriage she was Frenching him as often as she laid him. The scene before her eyes brought the memories flooding back all too vividly. Her throat was parched and her mouth was hot and dry.
"Go all the way down on it, Sally," Jeff urged the young girl. "Suck my cock all the way down to my balls."
Sally's lips slid down slowly over the shiny purple head and then down the whole length of his trembling member. Then they came back up until only the very tip of his hard shaft remained in the moist confines of her mouth. She began a slowly accelerating movement up and down the shaft' of his throbbing cock.
Vickie wondered if she herself could orally encase that massive cock. She tried to swallow but couldn't. Her temples were throbbing and her heart was pounding as she watched this strange young girl suck the cock of her only son. She had never had the experience of being a voyeur of a sex act before. Suddenly, at this moment, she realized how much she had been missing. Her hand in her panties was quite gooey now. She had already brought herself to two orgasms as she watched her son and the young girl. She wondered just how much of that delicate lip and tongue massage Jeff's young sex could tolerate. She was totaly unprepared for Sally's next move. Suddenly, Sally pulled her face off of the boy's crotch and hopped back up onto the cushions of the love seat. Spreading her legs, she grabbed Jeff's throbbing, twitching staff and begged, "Put it in me now, Jeff. I want to feel it inside of me. Come on, baby, cram that beautiful big prick of yours into my pussy and fuck me. I want to feel it shoving deeper and deeper into me until your dick explodes and you shoot your hot cum way inside my cunt. Fuck me, Jeff. Fuck me good, like you always do."
Up until now Vickie had somehow assumed that the two teenagers were merely in the habit of giving each other hand and lip service in their heavy petting sessions. Sex play was one thing but engaging in actual intercourse was something else. She wondered how long this had been going on while she was at work every day.
"C'mon, Jeff, give it all to me. I want every bit of your hot hard prick. Don't be afraid. Sock it to me and make me cum. You don't have to try and hold back. I know how you like it best. I'll suck you off again and make you cum in my mouth after you give me a good fucking and spurt your juices in my hot cunt. We've got plenty of time before your old lady gets home."
Old lady, indeed! Vickie thought. She had a good mind to go in and throw that young tramp out of her home but she was rooted to the spot where she stood watching the youngsters in the throes of intercourse. Jeff seemed to be doing all of the work. That dumb little slut didn't even respond but just laid there under him like a live corpse. Vickie had always believed in being an active female participant in the sex act. She had always had an idea that only professional whores were totally unresponsive because so many of their customers wanted to fantasize that they were taking sex away from them or raping them. She wondered if Jeff had been paying this young broad. If she were nothing more than a teenage whore. She realized the stupidity of the whole idea. Her son could hardly procure the daily services of a prostitute on his very limited allowance. The girl was just stupid. She didn't deserve a beautiful reaming like Jeff was giving her. It was a criminal waste of his beautiful virile young sex. He deserved something much better than this girl Sally. Vickie's hand was now nervously massaging the erectness of her clit as she tried to visualize herself in the girl's place and pretended that her fingers were merely a stand-in for that lovely hard young manhood that her son was squandering upon the callow, unappreciative young girl.
"That's it, Jeff, cram it all the way in there," Sally moaned. "I'm gonna cum! Fuck me real good and after I get off my rocks, I wanna feel your hot jism cumming in my cunt. Wow! Here it comes. Oooooohhhhh!"
The sight and sound and moans of their sex was more than Vickie could bear. Her hand became very creamy now and then it got wet. Not only did she bring herself to orgasm but her full bladder could no longer contain its load. She felt the warm yellow liquid flooding over her hand and running down her legs and into her shoes before the heavy carpet soaked up the uncontrollable flooding.
"I'm cumming, Sally!" Jeff gasped from the love seat a scant few feet away from Vickie. "I'm gonna shoot my hot load right in your cunt this time but remember your promise. Later you gotta suck it all hard again and let me cum in your mouth and let me watch you swallow it."
Vickie realized that if she heard and saw much more of this lewdness she would surely faint. Her knees had suddenly turned to jelly. She braced her hand against the wall and slowly made her way back to the front door. Her flooded shoes squished and leaked onto the carpet with each slow step. She felt all warm and wet and dirty from the waist down. She would have given anything to be able to go the other way to the bathroom and get out of those wet clothes and take a shower. Instead, she eased open the front door, slipped out-and closed it quietly. She was terribly uncomfortable, wallowing in her own urine, as she made her way down the street to where she had parked the car. Once she gained the privacy of its interior she kicked off the shoes and slipped off the soaking wet hose and panties. She dried herself as best she could and then started the engine and turned on the heater. She wiped out her shoes and placed their open tops near the heat vents. The warm air soon changed the cold clammy damp feeling on her skin to one of sticky filth.
The dashboard clock indicated that it was nearly six-thirty. Jeff knew that Vickie would be coming home at seven. She wondered if Sally had yet aroused him to a new erection and if she was, perhaps even now, going down on that beautiful young cock of his. Vickie wondered how long it would take so soon after their actual coitus. Two hours before such questions, even in her mind, would have been unthinkable to her as applied to her own son. Now she was still in a state of shock from the erotic performance she had stumbled upon accidentally. She wondered idly if Sally had been his first sex mate or if there had been others. She couldn't put the image of young Jeff's huge sex tool out of her mind. She had never even suspected that he had matured so. The light in the room in which she had been spying had been poor but it looked as though he was even more heavily endowed than his father had been. Her eyes had been glued to the front door of their apartment building. The door opened now and Jeff and Sally came out. Thank goodness, they headed in the opposite direction. She slipped on the still damp shoes and drove closer to the apartment building. With luck she could rinse out her panties and hose and get a shower before Jeff got back.
Vickie was scurrying about the kitchen in a fresh robe when Jeff returned.
"Hi, mom. You're home early tonight. Anything happen?"
"No, we weren't busy so we closed a few minutes early, that's all," she lied, suddenly embarrassed to look at him. "How was your day. Anything exciting happen?"
"Nah. Just the same old grind. When'll dinner be ready," he called over his shoulder, heading for his room.
"I just put it in the oven. It will take about a half-hour."
"Good. Then I've got time for a shower."
Yes, Vickie thought, I hope you make it a real hot one and use lots of soap. I don't imagine that that young slut you had up here is the cleanest girl in the world.
Vickie had drained her second drink sitting there at the bar as she thought back to how it had all started that night in November. She was beginning to unwind a bit now. Perhaps after one more drink she could sleep. Sometimes she wondered if the underlying feeling of guilt about wanting to fuck her own son would ever go away. Things are supposed to get easier with time and repetition. Even now, after all this time, she felt the same pangs of conscience every night after their sex acts were over. The ice in her glass had all melted now. Oh, hell, who needed ice. She poured another heavy straight shot into the glass and lit a cigarette. She took a drag and a long swallow and went back to her reverie.
That first night after she had watched Jeff with Sally had been the night that Vickie had started to drink. The whole situation was so ridiculously unfair. It would be different if her husband Roy were still alive. Then she might even be happy to think that her son was "getting a little." But Roy was dead and so was her own sex life and she felt nothing but a deep resentment that Jeff should be wasting his beautiful body on that titless young ingrate that didn't even know how to fuck him back. It just wasn't fair when her need for sex was so desperate and she had so much more to offer him than that little tramp Sally.
Vickie was an intelligent, well-educated woman. She knew that what she was contemplating was incest and that this was generally conceded to be one of the vilest crimes against society. If she and Jeff were ignorant, it would have been a simple matter. But they did know better and that was going to be the big hang-up. Her first big step would have to be to rationalize the situation for both of them.
For Jeff's part it would probably be relatively easy. She took solace in an old expression that Roy used to use: "A stiff prick has no conscience." By the same logic surely a virile young man with a throbbing erection and a strong sex drive would be more concerned with gratifying his sexual urges than with any moral implications associated with the manner in which he satiated his ravenous sexual appetite.
Vickie opened her robe and stood before the full-length mirror. She examined her body as clinically as though she had never seen it before.
Her breasts were large and firm, without a hint of droop. The nipples were the size of the tip of her little finger and centered in shell pink areolas the size of a half-dollar. She had always been proud of her breasts and grateful that she wasn't cursed with those nasty dark brown nipples like some girls she had known. Her tummy was flat and the skin was taut. The soft, silky pubic hairs of her cunt were the same honey-blonde color as the hair on her head. Raising one foot to the arm of a chair she spread open the lips of her cunt with her fingers and studied the reflection of its interior parts in the mirror. Her little bud of a clit at the top of her slit protruded ever so slightly from its protective flesh hood.
Standing erect again now she turned her back to the mirror, raised the robe and examined her firm, well-rounded cheeks of her buttocks. The lovely orbs were like ivory globes, as perfectly formed and proportioned as her breasts. Her legs had well-developed thighs and full calves leading down to thin ankles and small feet.
Vickie felt that she had passed her own critical inspection with flying colors. She felt increased confidence in herself in carrying out the plan that was beginning to formulate in her mind.
Having passed the physical, she celebrated with another drink and set about to brainwash her mind and conscience into accepting the fact that black was actually white. Since she was an intelligent woman, she didn't minimize the difficulty of her task. She related her position to that of a sharp attorney who is forced to fight a tough, uphill battle in defense of an unpopular and berated cause against heavy and deeply entrenched opposition. Her only formidable weapon against such odds was a deep and well-developed sense of logic, which had made her a highly successful, if unpopular, captain of the debating team at college. Her forte had been that she possessed the rare ability to totally reject all of the popular beliefs and generally accepted precepts and to get back to the very beginning and launch a brand-new approach based upon pure, common, simple logic. Now Vickie banked heavily upon this ability to serve as the basis for the arguments she needed to win the most important debate of her life: that of her erotic desires versus the forces of her deep-seated moralistic convictions. In effect, it was a classic enactment of the case of the irresistible force coming to grips with the immovable object.
Vickie remembered her Sunday-school training. In the Ten Commandments it says, "Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Neighbor's Wife." Nowhere in the Bible had she found anything that said, "Thou Shalt Not Lay Your Own Son." As she recalled, there were numerous references to such incestuous relationships and these weren't necessarily condemned. To the best of her knowledge the origin of the ban on incest was from the ancient totem and taboo tribal laws, not from religious teaching. As such, this wasn't God's law-it was man's. Since man is fallible, so are his laws and opinions.
Some of her precepts may have been questionable but it constituted a logical enough argument to convince Vickie Burke that the purposeful seduction of her very own son would provide the most practical and pleasant solution to both of their sex problems. Getting quite tight all by herself at this same little bar, that night she had carefully prepared her plans for the next day. She would prepare Jeff for her plans.