Chapter 3
My mind wandered through the entire next day at school. Mom's naked body was present at all times. Once I got so aroused that I had to dart into the john between classes and finger myself off.
I could see that glistening white skin and the shimmering black hair before my eyes, along with the perfectly shaped tits and legs, and an ass that, when it wiggled, put me instantly on the verge of exploding. Once or twice when I was called on to recite, I didn't have the foggiest idea of the question that had been asked, which was unusual for me. Normally the only time I would get keyed up like that was the day of a big football game, but it was far from football season.
When I got home that afternoon around four, there was nobody else in the house. I went into the kitchen and drew myself a beer. It was hot and muggy once again, and the cold beer went down soothingly. I then went to my room to do my homework, but ran into troubles concentrating right off, just as I had at school. Once more I could see that sexy alabaster body writhing in the sheets, turned on as it got a stimulating screw. How I wished I had been there in place of Harv and Tim. Maybe that was the real reason why I had resented them so much in the beginning. Maybe I was jealous that I wasn't there in their place. I thought about how confident Larry had been that I could score with Mom, and wondered what had made him feel that way. Was she really that hot for big, strong guys? To the point, at any rate, where she would screw with her own son?
Those were questions that could only be answered if I was willing to gamble. I hated to get embarrassed and, believe it or not, was a little bit on the shy side when it came to making initial contact with women. That was why Larry, who was bolder when it came to those things, proved so handy. He'd take me over and introduce me to a gorgeous chick like Marian who wanted a good screw, and that would be that. Normally, if I thought there was much of a chance of me getting turned down by the girl, I'd pass up trying rather than risk the embarrassment. But with Mom the sensations swirling inside me were so powerful that I was willing to risk just about anything. I wanted her in the worst way, or at least enough to make a valiant effort to get to her.
I went on with my mind wandering for the better part of an hour, trying to lose myself in my studies, but failing, thinking of Mom all the time. Then suddenly I heard the front door close. I walked into the front room to investigate and saw Mom, looking absolutely stunning in a purple pants suit, which brought out her voluptuous breasts and legs magnificently, to the point where my cock instantly hardened.
"Hi, Mom," I greeted her in a friendly tone.
"Hello, dear."
"That's a very attractive outfit."
"Thank you. I picked it up just last week. Glad you like it. Oh, I need a drink," she walked toward the wet bar. "It can be such a pain listening to all those old biddies bitch at my bridge club meeting."
"You look so young and beautiful that you probably look like their daughter, or maybe granddaughter."
"Why thank you, dear," she beamed as she mixed herself a Scotch and water. "You're just full of compliments today."
"I just recognize that you're one whale of a gal, that's all."
The drink loosened her up a little. She enjoyed the compliments I was sending her way. I was trying to do it without appearing extra obvious about the whole thing. I wanted to give her something to pick up on if she chose to, an opportunity to prove that she was as hot for strong young men as my older brother claimed she was.
She warmed up to the conversation enough to where she fixed herself a quick refill.
"If I weren't afraid of playing the devil's advocate I would offer you something to drink, dear," she said.
"I drink every now and then," I told her.
"Well, how interesting," she laughed. "Tell me more."
"Nothing much more to tell," I shrugged calmly. "I take a drink now and then at parties and things."
"What do you drink?"
"I like Scotch on the rocks, just like you're fixing now."
"Do tell," she chuckled. There was a little girl way that was creeping into her actions. I liked it. "So, how'd you like me to fix you a Scotch on the rocks? If I do will you accuse me of corrupting you?"
"No way," I shook my head firmly.
"Okay, then coming up."
I could see that the more she drank, the more she loosened up. It was just a question of how much she would drink and how far she would loosen. The longer I looked at that beautiful body the more powerful the desires became inside me. My big cock was looking for someplace else to go aside from inside my trousers, where it was begging for some freedom. I sat sprawled out on an easy chair while she was comfortably seated demurely on the living room sofa. A cute little smile continued gradually spreading itself across her face as she drank.
"You know, you really do have a beautiful complexion," I told her as I got down to the end of my drink, which I wolfed down quickly.
"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself. So big and strong, with such nice wavy hair. Yes, you'll make some very lucky woman a splendid husband someday, my sweet."
"Dad had to be out of his mind to ever divorce you. You're so beautiful. Boy, he should have been happy to recognize a very good thing while he had it."
"Let's not talk about him, dear," she gave me a surly laugh. "I divorced him and it was good enough for him. I sure didn't need him. He can go to Hollywood or New York or to hell for all I care."
She got up and quickly mixed herself a third drink. Then she mixed a refill for me. She bolted down that third drink much faster than she had either of the others. Now she was acting like a different woman. Drinking had been just the thing to get her to lose her inhibitions.
"I think I need a nice warm shower," she announced, strutting proudly up the stairs and toward the bathroom. I watched her mount the stairs, sipping on my drink.
As she showered I wondered whether she would come out completely sober, and acting standoffish. I liked the familiarity with which we were talking, and I couldn't help but hope that it would lead to intimate personal contact. I wanted her so bad that my poor stifled cock was crying out from underneath my pants.
After she had been in the bathroom for a few minutes, the door suddenly swung open and she called down to me.
"Dear, would you be good enough to bring my robe in here for me. I forgot it," was her short and sweet message.
I got up and my heart began pounding the way it always did when a moment of decision was at hand. My knees wobbled a little as I walked up the stairs, walking past the bathroom and into her bedroom, where her canary yellow robe was hanging in her clothes closet. If she wanted me to bring her her robe then that meant-yes, I'd be seeing that body naked. To her knowledge it would be my first time ever, even though I had seen her in all her alabaster glory just the night before.
My heart pounded and my cock throbbed with desire as I picked up the robe and walked toward the bathroom. I decided to knock on the door just to be on the safe side.
"Just a moment, dear," she replied cheerily.
Then disappointment hit! She opened the door just a crack, holding out her hand, giving me just enough room to slip the robe to her, and not nearly enough to see her in the nude, as I wanted to.
"Thank you," she said.
"Don't mention it," I said glumly, giving away how I felt. I just wondered if she picked up on my tone and detected what it stood for.
The tension lifted and the pounding heart was restored to normal as I walked downstairs. I might just as well go back to my studies, I thought, for whatever good I was doing. I wasn't going to fuck mother. She wasn't about to give me the chance. Maybe she'd get turned on with some hot young guy she'd meet at a bar, but that didn't mean she'd make it with her own son. I could hardly wait until Larry got home so I could tell him I thought he was an idiot for suggesting such a thing.
Mom walked down the hall and into her bedroom. I listened to hear the door shut, but heard nothing. I presumed that she wanted to take a nap, which she sometimes did before dinner. The alcohol she had had might have brought on an even stronger sleeping urge.
I got up from the living room chair and was strolling back toward my room when she called out to me.
"Scott, dear, where are you going?"
"To do some studying in my room."
"Oh, I thought you were gonna talk to me," she said disappointedly, "since we were having such a grand time conversing."
"I'm sorry. I thought you wanted to take a nap."
"Heavens no, dear. Come in and talk to me. That is, unless your school work can't wait."
"No, it can wait," I emphatically assured her.
Once more my pulse started racing. The desires were rekindled. I wanted her, and hoped that this wouldn't be just another false alarm. It would mark the first time that she had ever asked me into her bedroom to talk to her.
As I opened the door and saw her sprawled out on the bed, wearing nothing but her sexy canary yellow robe, the passions enveloped me, dominating me even more thoroughly than before. Now I just had to have her, after coming this far, into her bedroom while we were alone in the house. She had the cutest grin imaginable on her lips as I came in, and shifted her body ever so slightly so that I got a good look at her cute ass.
"Do you really think I'm as attractive as you said?" she asked me point blank.
"You're damned right I do."
"Would you think me evil if I told you I found you very attractive?"
"No, I wouldn't. I'd think you were honest, and I like honesty."
"Well, I guess we're getting everything right out into the open," she threw her head back and laughed. "I do like the way you're leveling."
"You want me to level more?"
"No," she held up her hand restrainedly. "Save that honor for me."
Then she did something that made me boil over with sexual want. She opened up her robe, taking it off daintily, then throwing it recklessly to the floor. She couldn't have picked a more powerful symbolic gesture. Now I was just another male beast frothing at the mouth for contact. For the time being all thoughts of being her son were extinguished. She was a beautiful woman and I felt a need for her.
"Do you like me?" she asked softly.
"Do I ever."
I plunged into bed, my trembling fingers reaching around her naked body and pulling her to me. I kissed her lips fervently several times, then let my mouth drop dramatically between her breasts.
My tongue reached out and slipped against her breasts. Her skin was smooth and warm, just as I had dreamed it would be. The evening before I had sat in rapt attention, watching Mom get screwed by Harv and Tim, watching them get stimulated by the warm smoothness of her form as their tongue and teeth made contact with her smooth flesh. Now my mouth was in the same position. Tiny drops of saliva dribbled down her body as I sucked and nibbled on her breasts, accelerating the sense of arousal that each of us felt.
Our bodies trembled as they touched each other. I let my fingers travel all the way down from her breasts to her toes. I cupped one hand tightly around her thigh while I let my tongue travel inside her mouth. Our tongues locked ravenously in the hunger of each other's need. Tongue merged with tongue, saliva with saliva, as we remained locked fervently together. I withdrew my tongue from her mouth and let it travel down to her cunt. While my fingers were playing with her ass, my tongue was nibbling on her clitoris.
Her cunt muscles tightened, her pussy lips crying out with need, as I began sucking her. She was so hot that all it took were a few gentle nibbles and her legs were flailing and kicking uninhibitedly.
My fingers gripped her warm buttock cheeks tightly as my tongue continued to explore the passionate inner folds of flesh of her hot mound, which was becoming moist with exhilaration.
"Do it to me, baby, suck me," she implored.
I ran a hot finger up inside her asshole, letting it sink in deeply. She flinched as it forged its way inside, then her body began to convulse in jerky spasms. I had her right where I wanted her, on the edge of her seat with excitement, desiring my every touch.
My tongue dug ever deeper into her quivering slit as she began gasping. The breathing was becoming markedly heavier now as I drew her closer to orgasm.
"Bring me off, honey, bring me off," she whispered.
I ran my finger up her asshole one more time, which caused her to spasm once more, her legs kicking upward with a decisive thrust. Now my tongue was pushing forward electrically, driving ever forward as I drew closer to success. Now she was writhing ecstatically, her head jerking from side to side, her legs trembling. I took my finger out of her asshole and cupped both hands around her buttock cheeks for added support as I drove my tongue zealously forward in a final onslaught.
"Look out, honey," she bellowed one final warning, "cause here I go. Ooooooohhh, this is it!"
The fiery juices of sexual completion that had been churning in her for the last few minutes, begging for release, were now streaming out of her and into my mouth.
"Thanks," I grinned after I swallowed every bit of her.
"You deserved it, after the job you did."
I looked into those violet eyes and the desire within me swelled some more. Bringing her off orally had gotten me even more excited to get my gun off. I desired to thrust my dick inside her, to grind out a steady fuck inside her black-thatched cunt.
"Now that my tongue's been inside you I want my shaft there," I told her frankly..
"Oh, sweetheart. Do it to me."
I felt her shudder as I ran my fingers along her thighs, letting them slip slowly but surely, filling her with urgent need. I applied the thumb and forefinger of my right hand to part her cuntal lips. They were like flower petals reacting to the light of a warm spring day. The pink glowing entrance to her moist love tunnel opened to me. I probed her clitoris gently, causing her to gasp and shudder more noticeably.
"You really know how to make a girl anxious."
"I do my best."
"And I'll bet you'll do a beautiful job of fucking me, what with that big bobo of yours." She reached out and, with a look of familiarity, grabbed ahold of my proud shaft, which she jerked on with a few quick devastating strokes.
The second she let go a towering urge surfaced to fuck her immediately. Now I was going to erect a lasting monument to my hard penis by screwing the one woman I found myself desiring harder and with greater intensity than all the others put together, even sexy Marian.
I stuck my finger in once more and lubricated her some more. By then she was ready for my penetrating entry. She got it as my throbbing cock tore into her wet cuntal lips.
"Oh, you're inside me now," her voice trembled, as did the rest of her body. She slid backwards a little and her legs slipped to each side of her, trembling noticeably as my rigid penis continued shooting stimulating sensations inside her.
I let my throbbing shaft remain still momentarily while I was inside her, allowing myself to fully enjoy the burning thrill of the moment. My breath was coming rapidly and my heart pounding even harder and with greater speed than it had before the act started, during the turbulent trying moments before I had made the first move.
Then I pressed ahead, letting the mountains of sensation stored in my shaft dig into her warm, moist pussy. The further I pushed, the more ecstatic and louder were the moans that came from her. In addition, her ass began rotating all the more swiftly.
"Shove it in all the way, dear," she begged.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, but I wanna savor the moment."
"You are a romantic," she giggled.
"I couldn't be anything else making love to you."
My leg rubbed up next to hers. I let them touch. It made me all the more aroused to brush my leg against hers. It was so soft and warm, so womanly. She had so much to offer that when you get a chance to fuck her, it was hard to know where to start.
I drilled my big cock gradually inside her. Her cunt muscles tightened as I made my final gigantic penetration, showing my throbbing penis in as far as it would go.
Her fingernails dug against my chest as she sought to cling to some part of me while my razor-like fuckstick continued drilling her, driving itself inexorably in and out, sending waves of sensation all the way to my toes as I drove my burning body to new exhilarating heights inside her tight pussy.
Her cunt was so tight that I could hardly believe it belonged to a woman of almost forty who had been fucked, apparently, by huge numbers of men in every conceivable way. Not only was her cunt tight, but the desires that flourished within her were like those of a young girl cutting loose for the first time, breaking the bonds of a Puritanical past. I noticed the same type of uninhibited joy present in her the night before when I watched from the attic as she made it with Tim and Harv, only she was even more excited now, which made me happy. Perhaps it was because she dug me more, even if I was her son!
As I continued drilling in and out, her ass began to flip upward at a rhapsodic beat to match my thrusts. As my distended penis slammed into her cunt, her upturned rectum began slamming against my testicles, sending even greater urges into me.
"Oh I love the way you move that ass," I gasped, reaching down and planting my lips solidly against hers. I kept them pressed against hers for quite some time, then ran my tongue inside her mouth.
"I want it, oh do I want it," she was whispering now, her legs and hips rotating to my every movement.
She swallowed hard as I leaned forward and tore into her with a swell of new desire, determined to shoot off my rocks in her and make her love me for it.
My fingers itchily reached for her breasts, pressing eagerly against her nipples as my hot dick continued pushing in and out, as deep as I could shove it. My gasps became louder and more pronounced. She began writhing more rapidly and frequently. Her ecstatic sighs spurred me on as I plunged my pecker with rapier effectiveness.
Sweat surfaced on my forehead and my face reddened with unadulterated passion as my throbbing penis continued stabbing pulsatingly, bringing myself ever closer to climax.
"Spill those juices in me," she called, slapping me on the ass with her open hand. "I want it, give it to me."
Several more stabs and I was there, letting out a lengthy sigh as the jism exploded from inside me, filling her hot pussy with liquid love. Her eyes were closed and she was gasping loudly when I finally produced. We had become one in a magnificently consummated act of love. "I can't believe that my sixteen-year-old boy can fuck like that," she shook her head in disbelief. "Even your old man, who wasn't bad, could take a few lessons from you. That was great, baby, just great."
"So was your cunt."
"You know. I didn't wanna fuck you at first. I did everything I could to avoid it. But my desires finally won out. They usually do."
"I'm glad they did. I was a little reluctant to get involved myself."
"I could tell. You're really a very sensitive boy, football player and all. There's a side to you that's every bit the same as it was when you were a little boy. I hope it remains always because it makes you a more appealing man."
"If you like it then I hope it remains."
"Now I'd like to suck you. I just know I could get that cock way up there again. Look at it, is hasn't even gone down much. Just a little."
She was right. A quick glance revealed that it had diminished only a shade. A few finger or tongue strokes and it would be ready to explode again. And with her brand of talented cocksucking it would be no problem at all. After watching her do a superb job of sucking the night before I savored to try some of her oral action.
Mom was never one to be denied whenever she seriously desired some sex action. Right then she was thirsty for some hot cock, and set out determinedly to achieve her objective. She began by playing around at the tip of my prick, letting her fingers toy with it. Her movements were so soft and gentle that they tickled. I almost found myself laughing aloud several times. But Mom wasn't out for laughter, she was out for a good suck. Consequently she began running her soft, long fingers up and down the base of my prick with long, sweeping strokes.
"You like my massage?" she grinned.
"Right on," I laughed.
As I began to pick up her rhythm, letting my body rock back and forth in vigorous accompaniment, she reached down and began tugging at my testicles ever so gently.
"They say my ball massages are absolutely great," she remarked.
"You're making me a believer already," I quickly replied.
Her fingers would rub my balls gently, then she would all of a sudden give them a tug, letting the crescendo build of its own accord. I noticed my balls enlarge and the sensations multiply within them the longer she kept up her spirited pace.
After the massaging had been completed, she decided to settle down to the major task at hand -that of bringing me off by sucking me. She stuck her tongue on the tip of my cock, running it teasingly over the smooth surface with rapid-fire movements.
"Ooooooohhhhh, does that feel good," I openly encouraged.
She winked, giving my balls an extra tug as she kept on licking. Then she switched her efforts to the entire length of my mammoth prick, which was standing at full length, awaiting every development. Up and down her tongue attacked, sweepingly, setting a brisk pace, her fingers curled around my testicles, which she tugged and massaged while she continued conscientiously licking.
My swollen, distended organ was begging for release as her tongue beat a merry tune over it. Her long black hair swayed in her self-generated breeze as she pumped up and down at a speedy clip, driving me ever closer to floodtide.
As my ass began to flail and my legs kick under the stimulating pressure generated by her hot tongue, Mom instinctively picked up on how close she was pushing me toward finality. To my surprise she stepped up the pace even more. It had been so fast previously that I hadn't thought there was any way of extending it, but she managed to top even herself, pumping frantically, bringing me ever closer to a hot trigger shot.
"Hang on, baby, cause I'm gonna flood you," I announced as I ran my fingers through her long strands of black hair.
At long last the shot came, and it was thunderous. The hot white explosion jarred me to my very roots. I hadn't realized that there was that much juice left in me after that first fantastic load, but there it was, pouring voluminously out of me.
"My big boy's got a lot of juice inside him," Mom smiled.
We lay next to each other and talked quietly for the next few minutes. Mom mentioned several times how lucky she was to have made love to me, and how happy she was that she dared take the bold step into the forbidden realm of incest.
"Overthrowing convention is nothing when you wind up with a hot young guy like you," she smiled.
We got dressed. She went into the kitchen and began preparing dinner, while I went up to my room in hopes of getting in some studying. The studies had been eluding me all afternoon, but considering what I had gotten in exchange that was okay with me.
I no sooner had walked up the stairs and gone in my room than there was a knock at my door.
"Can the genius be disturbed?" it was Larry's voice calling mockingly.
"Come in," I closed the book I had just barely gotten into.
"Say, little brother, that was quite a show you just put on with Mom. I must congratulate you."
"You saw it? I never even knew you were in the house."
"You'd be surprised how many exciting things I've had the opportunity to watch in recent months, mainly by convincing people that I'm nowhere around. Today's a good example."
"When did you come in?"
"Just after you walked into the bedroom. When she was still decent with the robe on. It turned out that I timed it just right, even if it was purely by accident."
"I guess you did."
"Yeah, well I crept in the back door, as I often do, especially when I think there's something up."
"You're every bit as shifty as the CIA."
"Thanks for the compliment," he laughed. "Well, little brother, I had a strong hunch that today would be the day. I could tell that you were thinking my words of yesterday over very carefully. When you're that quiet it can only mean that you're doing a lot of thinking."
"I did, but it wasn't the thinking that really got me there. It was just an itchy feeling, a determination to see if I could screw her. I tried and luckily I succeeded."
"That you did. That you did. Incidentally, Marian sends you her best and wants to see you soon."
"You were over there?"
"That's where I just came from," he nodded.
"Why didn't you ask me along?"
"Didn't you have enough groovy action around here to keep you busy?"
"True. It's just that I thought I was supposed to go over there the next time you got some action."
"I would've come over to get you, except that I met her right after my last class, when we were walking across the campus, and she waved to me. It turned out she was extra horney and wanted somebody to take care of her right then and there. Well, we went over to her pad and I gave her what she wanted."
"I know how you aim to please."
"Naturally. Naturally."
"Well, if you saw everything, then there's nothing for me to say."
"No need to. Your actions told the tale. Wow but you two went at it. I thought I'd gotten all my rocks off over at Marian's. Usually when you leave her you're drained dry. But you know, I got so hot all over again watching Mom that I shot. Which reminds me that I've gotta do something about all that sperm on the floor up there. I'll have to take a wet sponge or something and clean it up." He then burst into laughter. "Say, how'd you like to go to a wild bash tomorrow night?"
"Sounds good. I suppose there'll be plenty of broads there."
"Do you think I'd be going to it if there weren't, dummy?"
"I suppose not."
"You'd better believe it. It's an off campus thing. Hell, it's gotta be, since we'd be in trouble if the school authorities ever expected anything like this going on. It's a bash over in Arlington Heights. We've rented out a couple rooms at a motel, and we've got some of the grooviest broads in Chicago that're gonna be there."
"You know, it's hard for me to figure out who gives the best blow job around-Marian or Mom. You've had them both and I haven't. What would you say?"
"Well, Marian's definitely got the enthusiasm."
"That's for sure," Larry grinned. "If you don't watch her she'll swallow your damned balls while she's sucking on 'em."
"So true. But Mom's got both the enthusiasm and the experience. No matter how hot she happens to be she never loses her sense of pace. She can keep cool even when she's out of her gourd with passion."
"That's very interesting. I hope I'll be in a position soon to make the kind of direct comparison you did."
"I hope so."