Chapter 9
Rena Scharf wondered where her husband and children had gone. She was surprised to see Harold later, without his father and sister. She decided to question him as to where he'd gone and where the others were. Harold, in no mood to field questions, merely nodded, telling his mother Pa would answer all the questions when he came home.
"Where are you going?" Rena asked.
"I have something to do downstairs," Harold told her, not wanting to discuss the fact that he intended putting his magazine together for distribution the following day.
"Harold, "I've been down to your secret room," his mother told him. "What kind of filth are you creating there?"
"Oh your ordinary, everyday normal kind of filth," he replied. "Ma, you're supposed to stay outta there."
"How do you explain these?" Rena asked, taking out photos he'd made of Addy and Ed Scharf. He had taken them through the crack in the playroom door. Actually the door had been slightly open, and he'd gotten some good shots.
"How do you want me to explain them?" Harold asked.
"You doctored these pictures to make it look as if your father and sister were doing terrible things."
"To begin with, Ma, they weren't doing terrible things. What they were doing was damn good, and you know it. Next, I didn't doctor anything. Addy and Pa have a thing for one another. And to be honest, Ma, I got a thing for you."
"Harold, how dare you talk to me this way. Go to your room."
Rena wouldn't admit it at the moment, but her son's words were beginning to inflame her. Ever since she'd given birth to her son, Rena had been excited whenever she'd handled him, bathed him, and changed him. Even as he grew older and didn't need changing, she continued bathing him. For awhile she bathed him with Addy, in the same tub. But after awhile she continued bathing Harold while letting Addy take her own baths. It was only two years earlier that she'd stopped bathing Harold, and then she had been very reluctant about it.
Rena tried keeping a straight face, doing her best to force her gaze on her son's face. But her eyes automatically kept dipping to his crotch, and she couldn't help but notice the bulge there.
Harold smiled at his mother and approached her, and Rena began backing away. She backed up the stairs and Harold followed her. He followed her into her bedroom, listening to the way she was beginning to breathe heavily.
Rena put the photos on her night table, then turned to face Harold, hoping to make him leave. But she felt his strong, youthful arms grip hers. Compared to her own naturally tanned flesh, Rena found Harold's hands to be stark white.
"Hey, c'mon Ma," Harold whispered. "Let's you and me be honest with each other, huh? Let's fuck! There's no one else here, and we deserve to enjoy ourselves with each other. C'mon Ma, c'mon. I got the hots for you, and you got them for me. Why fight it? I mean, think how much more fun it's gonna be once you admit it."
Rena was inflamed by her son's words and she knew it. Years of morality and belief began crumbling because of his words. The flaming blasts of desire she had restrained all these years began flaring inside her wet pussy. Yes, she wanted her son. She wanted him a lot more than he would ever know. Her eyes locked on the bulge in his pants, unable to tear themselves away. His very nearness seemed so strong. This wasn't baby-Harold, the one she'd bathed and powdered. This was a new, more overpowering, more masculine Harold despite his pretty face and his short height.
God! she thought. Can this be really happening to me?
Heat was building between her aching thighs, and there was no way she could stop it, this time. She was past the point of no return. She wanted her son to fuck her. She wanted him as much as she'd wanted her husband.
"Say it, Ma," the boy whispered. "Tell me how you want me to fuck your juicy cunt. Let me hear the words."
"N ... no," she stammered, white with fear of her own desires.
"Yeah, Ma, I can tell, you really want it," he muttered, and suddenly he pulled his mother to him as he shoved his mouth against hers.
She felt his hands running up and down her back, making her spine tingle before reaching down to grab the full globes of her ass. He was rubbing his prick against his mother's cunt, and Rena felt static shoot through her body. She could feel the way it hardened and grew because of the contact.
Rena wanted to fight; to resist, and keep her son away from her. She clamped her lips shut and refused entrance to his young, demanding tongue. But it was only a matter of moments before she felt the tongue penetrate her defenses and slide into her mouth. It was a flaming ramrod of resiliency as it touched her own tongue, fucking into her mouth as stolidly as any cock; almost raping it. Her burning pussy involuntarily seemed to open and let a flood, of seething lubricant spray into her panty. Searing flame pyred upward through her agonized body as she found herself starting to respond to what her son was doing.
Rena found herself sobbing and clutching him tightly, and then her mouth opened wide as her body pressed against his. Her arms held him very tightly as her mouth responded and returned his kiss. She rubbed her thighs into him, sliding the white-hot, soaking pubis under her curling hairs against the swelling in his pants.
It was Harold who eventually broke the kiss and said, "Let's do this right, Ma. Come on, let's get these clothes off and fuck."
"Yes," Rena agreed. "Oh yes, my darling boy. Oh yes!"
They were undressed and on the bed in almost no time. Harold had his hands covering the mounds of his mother's hot tits, and Rena writhed madly. The mere touch of him sent her into an orgiastic frenzy. Oh God! She was coming. She could feel the hot juices pouring out all over her thighs.
She knew Harold was aware she'd come when he put his hands between her thighs and felt how much of her womanly wine was oozing out.
"Ma," he muttered, "you came. You came without my doing a thing. Ma, I gotta come, too. Ma. I gotta stick my cock where it'll be nice and tight."
"Wherever you want, Harold," she acknowledged.
"Your ass, Ma. Let me fuck you in the ass. Your cunt is too wet and slippery. My cock might not fit in too well. Let me fuck your ass."
Rena moaned and shuddered, listening to the obscene idea presented by her son. Her hairy-lipped pussy was ablaze with desire, yet she was cooling off just a little, having already come. He was grinding his hot, hard, pre-adolescent cock against her sopping, burning hole, and she found her own hands were stroking his tiny flat ass. She found herself running her finger up and down the crevice between his asscheeks, fingering the brown wink of his asshole. She wanted him. She wanted him no matter where he shoved his meat. She had to have it inside her. She shuddered, her brain spinning madly with wild abandon at the wonder of her wonderful young son's cock. Yes, she wanted that hard, stiff bit of maleness planted as far up into her asshole as it would go.
"Yes," she agreed, aloud. "But don't make me turn over. Fuck me this way."
Before she could say anything more, she felt his hot little hand slide into the furry nest of her teeming pussy, and suddenly his extended middle finger slid into her slothing hole. For all her looseness in there, the finger felt like a fiery knife.
"Hurry," she whispered to her son. "Hurry and fuck me right in the ass. Put your cock between my asscheeks and push it into my ass. I want to feel that wonderful dick of yours rip my rectum right out. Do it, Harold."
She heard his stertorous breathing as he got up on his knees and moved between her thighs. He raised her thighs, letting them fall over his shoulder, then reached out, grabbed a pillow, and propped it under his mother's ass. His cock was pressing against her juicing slot, increasing the tormented fires in her body.
She felt him stroke her soft, tan asscheeks, teasing her anal orifice with the tip of his finger, thrilling to the way his touch made her wriggle. She felt the tip of his forefinger moisten itself in her pussy juices, then very slowly push its way past her sphincter into her temple of sodom. She felt the finger wiggle around inside, and it made her whimper all the more.
Then she felt his finger pull out, and his two hands rested themselves on her inner thighs, down near her ass. She felt him use his thumbs to part her asscheeks nice and wide. Then she felt him slide forward, pressing the round, blunted knob of his fiery phallus against her tiny, unresisting hole.
Rena was trembling with a combination of expectation and fear. She could feel the bulbous point of her son's large cock resting at the entrance to her forbidden hole.
"Shove it in, Harold," he whispered, looking at him between her tits. His face still seemed so angelic.
"Here it comes, Ma," he grunted, and shoved.
"Unnnghhh," she almost bellowed, as she felt the cock move forward and a violent, shuddering agony tore through her body.
She felt him lunge almost brutally, forcing her sphincter open as it slowly, very slowly slid into her tight, squeezing ass channel. He rammed again and she screeched again, then felt his cock was almost halfway into her. He clutched her tits, squeezing them as he pressed against her thighs, forcing her knees back against her body, and with one more hard lunge, he was in.
Rena began bouncing wildly the moment she felt it totally buried in her asshole. It felt wickedly wonderful. Her son's aching cock pushed in again and again, backing up each time to gain improved leverage, and then in it went again.
In a few short moments she felt her rectal hallway accustom itself to the probing prong of her anxious son. She became overwhelmed with mounting desire, and even greater thrills went through her as Harold reached down between her thighs with one hand and dipped fingers into her squishy cunt, using his thumb to rub her swollen clit.
Rena's head flailed wildly from side to side as she slammed her hot ass back against her son's in-thrusting prong. All sense of time disappeared. But orgasms began building in her clit, and she was having one crisis after another as her son's cock continued pounding into her ass.
That was when Addy and her father walked into the room. Twenty-four hours earlier, Ed Scharf would have been enraged at what he saw. Now, he had to accept it, especially after noticing the photos of Addy and himself on the night table.
He turned to look at his daughter, but Addy was already undressed and with her mouth glued to her brother's asshole. It made him thrust all the harder into her mother's aching rectum.
"What the hell," Ed Scharf thought, and shrugging, dropped his own pants and stuffed his cock into Addy's quim from behind. "The family that plays together, stays together."