Chapter 2
When she sneaked quietly back into bed, Jeff was sleeping flat on his back. His right hand was absently stroking his big cock which was semi-erect. From the expression on his face and the little mumbling noises that he was making, it was obvious that he was having a very pleasant dream. Vickie bet that she could make his dream even more pleasant. He was probably dreaming about that beautiful Italian movie star, Gina Lollobrigida, whom they had watched in a color movie on television earlier. She was a lovely sexpot and perhaps she could help Jeff make out with her in his dreams. Why not? The boy deserved a little variety. She knew that he had been absolutely faithful to her ever since their mother-son affair had begun. Perhaps he had little choice in the matter since she kept him drained of jism.
Sliding down between the sleeping boy's legs she propped her face up on her elbow just above his crotch. Carefully, she removed his stroking hand from his stiff prick and replaced it with her own. She stroked it slowly and gently as he had been doing so as not to awaken him with a rapid change in tempo. While she stroked his shaft she licked his balls and tickled them with her tongue. His cock began to twitch and a heavy clear juice began to seep from the slit in the mauve-colored glans. Vickie loved getting very near to him this way and thrilling to the close-up view of his beautiful sex organ. He was so much like his father-only more so.
Her soft cool lips slid easily over the juicy head of his cock, taking it into the damp warm confines of her mouth where her active tongue made sure that it corralled every drop of the delicate pre-coital discharge. Oh God, she thought, I can't help myself. I simply can't resist the delightful bouquet and heady flavor of my own son's sex juices. Slowly, she moved her tender lips further and further down the burning shaft while she maintained a constantly mobile pressure with her tongue against his swollen seminal discharge tube. She felt the spongy head of his hard cock slide past her dangling palate, treating it to a delightfully delicate musk-like taste as it slid by into the back of her mouth. Still only half of that huge shaft was orally imprisoned. She raised her shoulders and changed her angle of attack somewhat so as to give him a straight shot down into her throat. She felt the hot swollen glans burrow on down deep in her throat until it grazed at the very nether mouth of her esophagus as her lips made final contact with the curly little pubic hairs at the base of his long staff as she succeeded in cramming every bit of his hot sex meat into her mouth and throat.
The boy was talking incoherently in his sleep now. She had succeeded in making his dream even more pleasant than it had been. Even though she couldn't understand the words, the tone was sufficient to indicate that he was dreaming of having sex. She was going to trigger him into the most sensational wet dream he had ever experienced. His cock was quite slippery now from her saliva and from his own pre-ejaculatory juices. She slid her mouth easily up and down the full length of the swollen shaft several ,times as he moaned in ecstatic delight. His hands sought her head and he ran his fingers gently through her hair.
Even as she sucked his cock so expertly, Vickie was proud to think that she had discovered a great new means of keeping a man on the straight and narrow. It was all so simple. After all, hypnosis was nothing more than planting a thought or idea in the subconscious mind. The hard part was that the conscious mind stood guard over the subconscious. At night only the conscious mind slept, the subconscious never did, otherwise we couldn't dream, she reckoned. While the guard was asleep she would sneak into the subconscious and see if she could plant a few seeds. It should work but she had to test her theory and find out for sure.
She loved sucking her son's cock and once she had started she was reluctant to stop for a single instant until she had succeeded in extracting the delicious juices from his semen-swollen nuts. She sometimes thought of him as a sexy squirrel who enjoyed in burying his nuts deep in her throat. She forced herself to pull up off of her turgid target so that she could speak to the sleeping boy and implant the thought. He moaned in disappointment as the tip of his burning prick slipped from her soft moist lips.
"Hello, Jeff, it's Gina. I knew you wanted me and so I came To you. Would you like to make love to me, Jeff. Would you like to fuck your little Gina?" she spoke softly so as not to frighten or awaken him.
"Oh, Gina, it's true. It's really you, my beautiful Gina. Yes, let me make love to you and you make love to me, my darling," he mumbled in his sleep.
Content now that her wild idea had indeed worked, Vickie went back to the delightful task that she had left unfinished. She covered his cock and balls with little butterfly flicks of her tongue and then slipped her moist lips ever so gently over the puffy, drooling head of his rock-hard throbbing shaft of manhood and began stroking tenderly up and down the pulsating meat, taking more and more of it into her warm wet mouth and throat with each successive stroke until the swollen glans plugged her deep throat so tightly that she was sure that she would choke and had to come way up to the top of it for a gasp of air before diving back down on it.
Every time that she would suck her son's big young cock she would think of her husband. How he had loved to have her suck the throbbing shaft of his cock. He had trained her well over the years and now that training was paying off for his son. Jeff's cockhead was getting bigger and bigger now like the head of a puff adder about to strike. The shaft of his turgid cock was wedged so deep in Vickie's throat that if he didn't cum in a second or two-she would surely suffocate.
"Oh, Gina sweetie, take it. Suck my big cock Oh, yes, let me cum in your beautiful mouth. Oh, how I love to have you suck me. Oh yes, do it, baby, do it. Suck harder, harder. Oh, yes, I'm about to cum now. Oh, I'm almost there. A little harder. Oh, I'm gonna cum now. I'm cumming to you, Gina darling. There, now. Ooooohhhh," Jeff mumbled in his sleep as he gushed forth what seemed to Vickie like gallons of his sweet hot cum deep in her throat. The taste of his molten manhood inflamed her brain and intoxicated her as she gulped with all of her might to keep from drowning in the heavy frothy white fluid that flooded her throat and mouth and even forced its way out of her nostrils. She nearly choked on his vast outpouring but she managed to keep swallowing until she had ingested every previous drop of it. She kept sucking and tonguing his limp prick now until it shrunk to a mere nubbin and slipped from her mouth.
As she climbed up beside him she saw the contented smile on his face as he fell into an even-deeper sleep, ecstatic in the belief that he had just experienced a passionate love affair with the Italian sexpot.
You naughty boy. You think you've been chippying on mother, don't you? If you know what's good for you, you'll make sure that all of your cheating on me is done in your sleep. I'll even help you, as I did tonight, she grinned at her sleeping son. As usual, sex always put him to sleep while it made her wide awake. She slipped from bed for a final nightcap and smoke.
It was still only a little after ten o'clock. Sex, or no sex, Vickie still insisted that Jeff get at least eight hours sleep each night. Any form of sex activity with her son always left her in a state of fitful wakefulness and generally she came out to the bar to unwind. Perhaps, in time, she could bring the nagging guilt complex under control and fall asleep with him. Tonight she would drink, and smoke, and think until it was time for the eleven o'clock television news. Then, perhaps, she could sleep. Some nights she was unable to do so until after the Late Show, or even after the Late Late Show.
Now, in her quiet solitude, she went back to resume her mental re-run of the beginning of their sexual relationship. The day after she had watched him with Sally and come to the shocking realization that her little boy had grown into the sexual maturity of manhood, she was dedicated to sharing that newly achieved maturity with him and directing it into channels which would satisfy her own gnawing sex demands. Her ultimate goal was crystal clear in her mind but the means by which it might best be achieved were hazy. While she had established a general procedure in her mind, she reasoned that in the early stages she would be well advised to play it by ear rather than attempt to adhere to any rigid plan or timetable.
Under normal circumstances the seduction of an interesting male presented little or no problem to a physically attractive and sexually desirable female. When the male involved happens to be her own son the circumstances are no longer normal. All of his life Jeff had been taught to think of his mother as a woman apart: a goddess on a pedestal. How could she now step down from that pedestal and make her high-minded son realize that she indeed had mortal feet of clay; much less a throbbing, demanding vagina of flesh and blood that ached and cried out for his strong young sex.
Ever since he had been a toddler, he and his mother had always talked things out frankly, openly discussing every question and problem that came up during his formative years. Even when he had broken the neighbor's window with his baseball and when he had been arrested for shoplifting a surprise birthday gift for her, they had been able to sit down calmly and talk about it and work it out. Even so, this was a quite different situation. Notwithstanding the false bravado engendered by alcohol, she couldn't envision herself going to her son and saying, "Look, little buddy, since your dad died mom is sex starved. She needs a man to screw her fore and aft and to suck her pussy and to let her suck his cock. Now that you're the man of the family, you're elected to take care of your old mom's sex needs."
No, that would never do. Even if she could bring herself to say it-which of course she couldn't-it might have a serious and permanent traumatic effect upon the young man. Her ap-roach to sexual relations with her son couldn't be conversational or even psychological. It would have to be physical.
Now that she was committed to a basic approach, just how should she go about putting it into action? Obviously, she couldn't just force her sex upon him in a sort of physical rape. This wouldn't accomplish the long-term results that she so desperately desired. The plan that she finally evolved called for first having sex with the boy when he was totally unconscious, in a deep sleep. She reasoned that some of the awareness of what was happening would work its way through to his subconscious. Once the subconscious had accepted this as a fact, it would be more receptive and then she would engage in sex acts with him while he was semi-conscious in a light or normal sleep. Some knowledge of what was going on should seep through to his conscious mind so that when she approached him fully conscious, or awake, he would be pre-conditioned to more readily accept the fact that he was indeed engaging in a sexual liaison with his own mother.
While Jeff was in school the next day, she visited their family doctor and complained of a severe attack of insomnia. He gave her a prescription for a strong sleeping pill, which she had filled at the local drug store and then returned home. She had told Jeff that she would be off work for several days and might be in and out of the apartment at any hour. She didn't want that young Sally to have a chance to drain him dry before she could get at him. That night she served an early dinner. She melted one of the pills into his food and dissolved a second in his glass of milk. They watched television together until, by seven-thirty, Jeff complained that he was so sleepy that he could hardly keep his eyes open. He kissed her goodnight and retired to his room. Vickie forced herself to remain in the living room and stare, unseeingly, at the tube for the next forty-five minutes until she was sure that he was in a deep sleep. Only then did she go to her room and slip into a transparent negligee. She took the small flashlight from her bedside table and made her way to her son's room.
Jeff was sleeping soundly, flat on his back. His beautiful big cock lay limply across his lower abdomen. Vickie switched on the flashlight in the darkened bedroom and treated her eyes to her first close-up inspection of the boy's now-adult sex organ. His balls were large and firm. Even soft, his beautiful prick looked awfully big. She ached to feel that lovely meat deep inside the depth of her quivering cuntal passage. Cautiously, so as not to awaken him, she began to fondle and stroke his gigantic pole. It twitched and grew at her touch and soon was nearly fully erected. Slowly, she lowered her face to the beautiful throbbing hot shaft and began to lick it with her burning tongue and then slip her voracious lips over the huge knob and down over the throbbing length of the shaft until her son's young cock became as hard as a drill rod. Her cock-hungry vagina was very moist now and she straddled the sleeping boy and lowered her warmly throbbing cunt to the throbbing shaft of his big cock. Grasping the thick trunk of his erection, she guided its huge head into the hair-lined cuntal lips of her starving vagina. As she did, the warm soft glans grazed her inflamed erect clitoris and nearly drove her wild with sexual desire. Once she had enclosed the tip of the lust-swollen cock in the velvet glove of her vulva she lowered her loins slowly until the trembling hot flesh rod had penetrated half of her vaginal tunnel. Almost without warning she felt the muscular spasms sweep through her as even the initial partial penetration brought her to the first climax that had been naturally induced in over a years. She was very juicy then and slid down easily to take in the rest of her son's hardened young cock. My God, Vicky said to herself, my cunt has never been this beautifully stuffed, even when Roy was here. My boy's wonderful prick is even longer and fatter than his father's. I'll bet he could give me the fucking of a lifetime if he were awake.
The passionate cravings for sexual attention which Vickie had kept locked tightly in her loins for so long suddenly broke loose sweeping everything before them in the mad dash for escape. All of her careful plans for caution' were tossed to the wind as she was consumed in the fires of desire which had been banked too long. She began bobbing up and down on his erect cock like a wild animal, slamming her wet gash hard against his belly and balls on each demanding downstroke that swallowed his huge prick as though it were a twig caught up in the vortex or a tornado. She moaned and sobbed uncontrollably as she viciously massaged the interior of her clasping wet cunt on the boy's shaft of his erect cock as she brought herself to orgasm after long overdue orgasm. Even in his deep sleep he was not insensitive to the ferocity of her attack upon his manhood. At last she felt the hot knob deep inside of her gaping wet cunt swell and burst as he ejaculated one powerful jet after another of hot love cream way up inside of her to splash off of her long untouched uterus. When she raised off of his fast-falling spent member and unplugged her hot vaginal tunnel, what seemed like a cupful of their hot sex juices poured out flooding his pubic hairs and coating his drained balls. The unexpected frenzy of the initial encounter had left Vickie so weak that she hardly had strength enough to crawl off of him and the bed and make her way unsteadily to the bathroom.
It had been so long since she had had a real live piece of man meat inside of her and his had been so huge that she was stretched and sore inside. She examined herself in the door mirror in the bathroom and she was sure that her vaginal opening hadn't been so distended and stretched out of shape since she had delivered Jeff fifteen years earlier. She took a long, soothing warm douche and limped weakly to the bar in the living room. Her knees were even weaker than they had been the day before after she had watched Jeff with Sally. She poured herself a stiff drink and contemplated the path upon which she had embarked. Physically, the experience had been perfectly superb. Even on her wedding night with Roy she had not felt so completely and blindly enthralled with sex as she had tonight with his son-her son. Emotionally, she was reduced to an absolute basket case of raw nerves. After the long famine in the sex department she felt that she had just feasted at the finest of banquet tables. She felt like an overdue virgin who had just been screwed, glued and tattooed. On the reverse side of the talisman, she felt that she had plunged into the very depths of degradation and taken her beloved son with her on her trip to hell. She related her present position to that of an undecided astronaut. She had already blasted off and it was too late to abort the mission. Now, for better or for worse, she was committed to an orbital course that would either burn itself out through loss of momentum or otherwise continue on indefinitely.
Her second drink brought the involuntary trembling under control and she suddenly remembered the awful mess, like afterbirth, that she had left on her son's sex center. Supposing he were to awaken and discover this. He would surely guess what had happened and her newly launched flight of passion might crash in flames before it had really gotten off the ground. She rushed to the bathroom and dampened a small towel and pulled a dry one off of the towel rack. Jeff was still sleeping soundly but he had rolled over onto his stomach. The bed looked as if a baby had been delivered on it. With the towels she cleaned the mess from the bottom sheet as best she could. Then she rolled the sleeping boy over and began to wash and dry his sex organs. The genitals responded to the alternate damp-and-dry massage and soon his cock was fully erected again. It looked even more mammoth than it had earlier. Vickie remembered what Sally had said about not being able to get all of that baseball bat of his into her mouth. She wondered if she might be able to do better than the young girl had. Now that she had felt his big cock in her cunt she was anxious to feel it in her mouth and throat and to taste of its precious juices. She sat on the edge of the bed and bent low over his crotch. It had been over a year since she had experienced the erotic thrill of feeling a warm lust-swollen cock forcing its way into her mouth and down the tight confines of her throat. The sight of that glistening head drew her mouth like a magnet. She opened her lips wide and let them slide tenderly over the big hot head and bit by bit she she went deeper and deeper on the length of that hotly pulsating erection as she kept her tongue actively massaging his swollen urethral duct which was rapidly filling with his delicious semen. She caressed and squeezed his tight balls and stroked the lower extremity of the throbbing shaft that she was unable to work into her lips on this first try. Now, more clearly than before, she realized just how much bigger he was than his father had been. She began taking long, rhythmic strokes up and down the full length of the shaft, trying with each stroke to force the swollen heated cock a little further down her throat. Her fingers felt the violent twitching of his balls instants before the head of his cock, deep in her throat now, puffed and expelled the hot heavy white nectar with the flavor of creamed kelp into her as she was hard pressed to swallow rapidly and deeply enough to keep abreast of the heavy youthful outpouring. Vickie went wild with the taste of him. She was in seventh heaven. When she had finished drinking from her favorite fountain she released his thoroughly drained sex and proceeded to clean him with her tongue and her lips until no hint of sex juice remained on his now-deflated cock. Now she rolled him over and tried to clean the rest of the sheet beneath him. It was hopeless. He would surely notice it in the morning and might guess what had happened. She couldn't risk that.
Vickie remembered that when she had been in the hospital the nurses had a way of changing the sheets without the patients having to get out of bed. They simply rolled them over to one side of the bed, stripped and remade the empty half, then rolled them onto that and made the other half. Perhaps she could accomplish this while Jeff slept.
Opening the linen closet she discovered that his spare sheets were all at the laundry. He always slept on yellow sheets while hers were all pink. Awakening to find the other color on his bed would surely arouse his suspicions and curiosity as to what had happened during the night.
Again she scrubbed away at the sheets but it wouldn't do. She was getting desperate with worry. His realization of having sex relations with her had to come in gradual stages, not all at once in the very beginning. Suddenly, she remembered a crazy stunt the girls used to pull to embarrass new students in the dorm at college. It was a dirty trick to play on her own son, but then desperate situations called for desperate measures.
Gently, she arranged Jeff so that one arm was sticking out over the edge of the bed. Then she pulled the covers up over him. Once that was done she went to the kitchen and got a large flat baking dish which she filled with warm water, just slightly above body temperature. Carrying it carefully to his room she placed it on the bedside chair and lowered his wrist into the warm water. It took about a minute and then she heard the sound of water running and saw the wet spot spread on the upper sheet as the sleeping boy peed the bed. Cautiously, she removed his wrist from the container of warm water and dried it. Quickly now she returned the dish to the kitchen, dumped and wiped it and returned it to the cabinet. Then she returned to the living room and turned on the TV. A few minutes later she heard him go to the bathroom and then fumble around in the linen closet.
"Jeff is that you?" she called out. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, mom, really. It's very embarrassing but I had a little accident in the bed. Do we have any dry sheets?"
She rushed to his side. The poor boy was as red as a beet.
"Why don't you run in and take a shower, dear. Mother will change your sheets. These things happen to all of us now and then."
Once she had hidden the telltale sheets and Jeff was back in bed on fresh pink ones, Vickie went to her own bed and enjoyed the best night's sleep she had had in a year.
That was the way it had all started six months before. She smiled at the memory. It had taken a lot of guts on her part but the rewards had been high.
In the nights that followed she gradually reduced the quantity of the sleep-inducing drug that she put in his food and drink. By the end of the second week he was beginning to respond, sexually, to her in his light sleep. Several times he slipped and called her "mom" as he, or she, or both of them were about to cum. Three weeks after that first night she realized that he was merely feigning sleep; probably for fear that she might stop what she was doing to him if she realized that he was really awake and aware of what was going on. Vickie realized that the "Moment of Truth" was at hand.
She was on top of Jeff, as usual, sliding up and down his stiff staff. Because the boy was always asleep, or supposed to be, this was always the position she used. The sex books always called it the "woman dominant" position. It was beginning to get to her. It wasn't her basic nature to be a "dominant" woman in sex. She had always enjoyed being the supine, dominated female. She realized that, in the beginning, she had been the aggressor. Now she was sure that Jeff was fully aware of their activities. At the moment he had his eyes closed but he had reached up and was rubbing and squeezing her breasts and thrust his hips up to meet her every stroke.
"Okay, Jeff, you can't go on playing possum forever. We both know what we're doing now so let's wake up and see the Christmas tree. Wouldn't you like to get on top this time and do it right?" she asked him in a no-nonsense manner.
"Yeah, sure, mom, okay. I've known for a long time and I'm all for it. Climb off and lay on your back and let me get on top of you," he replied, blinking his eyes that he had forced shut for so long.
Vickie felt as though a huge burden of guilt had been lifted from her shoulders as she stretched out on her back on the mattress and spread her legs to open her sex for her son.
"C'mon, Jeff, climb aboard and feed me that beautiful cock of yours and stuff my cunt full of it. Then fuck me right, the way a man is supposed to fuck his woman," she urged.
Jeff crawled between his mother's open thighs and aimed the huge knob of his prick into the open pink gash. He rubbed it up and down the length of the fur-fringed trench several times, making sure to rub it against her swollen clit before he pressed downward to bury it to the hilt in her private Tunnel of Love.
"Oh, baby, it's so good to feel your weight on top of me. Don't try to support yourself on your elbows, lay on me and mash me down tight against the mattress. I want to feel your firm, strong body crush me to the bed while you fuck me flat. Oh, God, your beautiful big prick feels even better bearing down into me this way than when I slide down over it. I can feel it press into the very bottom of my cunt. Ram it into me deep and hard, sweetie, and then feel me cum all over it, but don't you dare cum yet. Women are different from men. When you cum once, you've had it. But women can get off their jollies four or five times if you just have enough staying power to hold back and keep fucking until you can't stand it any longer. Oh, Jeff, I love the way you fuck me. You're so very much like your father."
"And I love to fuck you too, mom. It's the most marvelous feeling in the world as my cock sinks deeper and deeper into your soft, sweet pussy and I feel it hugging and squeezing me with those tender sidewalls. Goddamn, you've got the most sensational cunt in the whole world."
He had fucked her long and hard that first time that they both admitted to knowing exactly what they were doing together. His huge hard-driving cock brought her to five big orgasms before he reached the point that he could keep up the pace no longer.
"I've got to cum now. I can't hold it back any longer, mom. Do you want me to cum in your beautiful hot cunt?" he asked her tenderly.
"Oh, yes, my darling. I love to feel your beautiful big prick cumming deep inside of my cunt with sweet hot jism. C'mon, Jeff, cum in my cunt. Fill my throbbing pussy with your hot love-cream. Give it to me, baby boy."
"Here it is, right now. There. Can you feel it?"
"Oh, my God, yes. It's sheer heaven. Hold real still all the way in there and just feel me squeeze your cock with my cunt. NOOOOWWWW! I'M CUMMMMIIIINNG TOOO!"
"Jeez, you really know how to fuck a guy, mom!" he mumbled as he collapsed on her body.
Afterwards they relaxed, lying close together and just feeling content to know that the other one knew. There was no more secret, no sneaky approach. It was all out in the open now.
Later Vickie fixed Jeff a sandwich and a glass of milk and served them in the living room while she had a drink and a cigarette. They sat in the nude, frankly examining and admiring each other's bodies openly for the first time.
"You know, mom, you've got the most beautiful body of any woman in the world. You oughta' model for sculptors. I mean it, really. I've got a confession to make. For years now I've been peeking through the keyhole of your bedroom and bathroom hoping to catch a glimpse of you naked. I started doing it when I was just a little boy, long before I knew what sex was all about. In those days I never paid any attention to your pussy. All I was interested in was those big beautiful tits of yours. They always turned me on, even before I realized what they were turning me on to. Then one night, when I was about twelve, I got up in the middle of the night to go down the hall to the bathroom. It was hot and your bedroom door was open. You and Dad were on the bed making love. All I could see was just a silhouette but it gave me the first hard-on I ever had. After Dad died I started peeping in at you. It always gave me a hard-on and lots of times I'd jack-off while I watched you. I never dreamed that you and I would ever make it-like tonight, I mean."
"Well, then," Vickie replied hesitantly, "as long as this seems to be the time for family confessionals, I have a confession to make to you. I came home early a few weeks ago and was dying to get to the bathroom. When I passed the study I saw you and that girl Sally naked and making love. I stood there and watched you and it gave me very hot pants, indeed. like you, I played with myself while I watched you with that little snip."
"Yes," Jeff grinned at her, "I knew you were standing there in the hall watching us. I even tried to show off a little to impress you."
"You knew?" she exclaimed, shocked at the thought. "But, how could you? I was in the dark and I was quiet as a mouse. How could you have known I was there?"
"It was easy. I smelled your perfume." He beamed as though he was Sherlock Holmes explaining a simple deduction to Dr. Watson. "Not only that but you peed your pants in your excitement. I found that out later when I went to the bathroom barefooted and stepped in the puddle you had left on the carpet."
"Do you know, Jeff, that while I watched you making love to that girl I was standing there pretending that I was her and that you were making love to me?"
"That's really pretty weird, mom, because once I smelled your perfume and knew that you were there I kept trying to pretend that she was you too. It wasn't easy because she doesn't have any tits-I mean, not really; not compared to you." Jeff stared openly and frankly at his mother's huge breasts that stood so proudly erect on her chest.
"How long have you known what I've been doing to you while you were asleep?" she asked him, interested to learn how well she had kept up her deception.
"I've really known for about a week. I woke up one night and you were on top of me sliding that soft wet cunt of yours up and down my hot hard prick. I wanted to say something right then but I didn't dare for fear that you might stop and never do it again. After that I made sure that I stayed awake but pretended to be asleep. Actually, though, I suspected it even before then. At first I used to wake up thinking that I had had a wet dream but there was never any jism on the sheets and yet I knew that I had shot a load in my sleep. Then too, I figured that it isn't normal for a guy to have a wet dream every night. That's when I first determined to try to stay awake and see what was really happening. At first I couldn't because you were still doping me up with those pills. I knew that you were because I could taste them in my food after I started looking for an answer to the mystery."
"I guess I wasn't as smart as I thought I was," Vickie confessed.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that. I think you were plenty smart. It was probably the only way that either of us could have gotten up our nerve to do what we've been doing," he said smiling, and then walked over to her and hugged her. He drew her close and for the first time in his life Jeff Burke gave his beautiful mother a soul kiss. She responded with her tongue in his mouth as their hands ran all over each other's bodies. From that moment on they never thought of themselves as mother and son again. Now they were lovers. Later, Jeff moved down and kissed and sucked and nibbled on her lovely big tits. The nipples grew and hardened in his mouth as he paid them the homage that their superb configuration deserved. Then he moved slowly downward, kissing every inch of her body on the way until he buried his face in the triangle of honey-blonde hair that covered her Venus mound and worked downward to slip his tongue into her silken slit and lick and kiss and suck and nibble as he proceeded to suck and eat her cunt until she orgasmed in his hungry mouth.
"My God, darling, your lovely cunt tastes just as sweet as it feels when I fuck you. I love the flavor of you. It's like honey. You're delicious."
That night Vickie moved Jeff into her room and into her bed. If they were going to function as man and wife they might as well live that way.
"I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep the first night in a strange bed," Jeff explained.
"You'll sleep, my dear. I'm going to give you something to make you sleep like a kitten-and it isn't a sleeping pill, either. I'm going to go down and suck that beautiful prick of yours until I unwind and soothe every little muscle and nerve in your body. Would you like that?"
"I'd love it," Jeff moaned and, as if to emphasize his answer, he pressed her down toward his crotch.
That night Vickie pulled out all of the stops. She gave her son a blow job like she had never given, and he had never received in all his life. Every little trick, every special touch, every innuendo she had learned in fifteen years of marriage to his father plus her recent practice on his unconscious form were brought into play. She treated him to a tender tongue massage that traversed from his ass-hole to the slit of his manhood. She kept it up so long that Jeff was sure that he would blow his load before she ever got it in her mouth. When she did take the tortured head into her delicate lips and suck it into the cool damp recesses of her mouth he moaned in ecstatic agony. For long moments that seemed like beautifully torturous hours she took only the glans and corona into her well-trained mouth and sucked on this area voraciously and demandingly before she moved slowly downward and then back up to the very tip again. With each agonizingly stimulating stroke she went a little deeper and a little deeper. Finally, the orally entrapped portion of his pounding sex overflowed the depth of her mouth and she began to work it slowly down the tight stricture of her throat, making wonderful little suctioning movements with her mouth and throat muscles while her tongue tormented the bursting seminal discharge duct. Deeper and deeper down her throat she worked the tortured head until her lips were grazing his pubic hairs and her tongue stuck out to flick at the urethral tube where it disappeared into the depths of his trembling balls. Tonight she had managed to work her lips all the way down on it and bury his meat clear down to her lungs, it seemed. When the explosive chain reaction could no longer be contained, the all-powerful fission of nerves, muscles, emotions and the very marrow of his bones started way down in the soles of his feet and thundered upward destroying everything in their path until the seething lava of his love erupted to blast and flow the explosive outpouring of his molted manhood to inundate the oral caverns of her head and neck. She nearly drowned and was swept away in the tidal wave proportions of his flooding seminal discharge into her upper sex tubes and their tributaries.
When she finally released his thoroughly drained sex from her lips she said, smiling up at him, "Was that as good as the blow job Sally promised to give you after you fucked her while I watched. I left before she kept her promise to you. Do I come up to her standards?"
"There's no contest, Vickie. My darling, you have to be the greatest cocksucker that ever lived and to think you're mine-all mine."
"That's right, Jeff. All yours, till death do us part. What mother and son hath put together let no man set asunder."
Five minutes later Jeff slept peacefully beside her in her bed just as he had as a suckling infant fifteen years before.