Chapter 7

The chore of cleaning away the results of a premature ejaculation in his pants was something Steven Miller had become accustomed to doing. He no longer rushed to shed the uncomfortable feeling his clothes gave him as the thick syrup oozed down his belly, causing his underwear to stick to his skin. Once the heat from his excited weapon subsided, the aftereffect was like an ice cube melting in his jockey shorts, he thought with a grin. He paused to examine his face in the mirror over the vanity and wondered why he got such a burning desire to kiss her the way he did. He noted the area around his mouth was still red from the friction of that long, passionate kiss and he splashed some water on it.

If a girl asked me to kiss her ass-regardless of how pretty she was-I'd tell her to drop dead! he told the reflection in the mirror under his breath, as he unbuttoned his shirt. Maybe because it sounds like a dumb thing to do. But there's something about seeing a pretty ass up close that drives me crazy.... I always got the urge to kiss Nancy's ass too! If she'd just let me see it, that is! Damn it! There's something about the crack of a girl's ass that makes my mouth water!

He tried to put the nagging thought out of his mind as he continued to undress. But his mind was dominated by the vision of his mother's behind uplifted and waving invitingly before his eyes. "I"I anyone ever found out about this ... they'd think I was some kind of a nut ... But I can't help it! I'd do it again ... in fact, I wish I was just starting to give her that rub down now. Damn it! That was the best fuckin' experience of my life!

He was ready to return to the bedroom again, but he hesitated before opening the door. The thought of going back now to touch that strange-looking cleft between her legs didn't appeal to him anymore. She was expecting it and had asked him to do it, he told himself, she he couldn't disappoint her. He only wished he hadn't seen it in such vivid detail, he thought. But he took a deep breath and opened the door.

When Dottie saw his naked form coming into the room again, she automatically slid her legs together and brought her arms to a folded position over her breasts. She suddenly felt immodest and wanted to hide her nudity from his view.

"It's getting dark in here," he mentioned casually as he walked over to the night table and turned on the lamp. His eyes swept over her body, locking momentarily on the triangular patch of dark hair between her legs. He felt his apprehension gradually disappear. From the front, he decided with a sigh of relief, it offered excitement and intrigue. Then kneeling on the edge of the bed he said, "I don't want to sound like a broken record, Mom ... but you sure are beautiful."

"You don't have to apologize for such a wonderful compliment," she purred softly.

"I ... I guess it's the only word I can find to describe how good you look," he said in a serious voice. He wanted desperately to tell her how gorgeous she looked with her long brown hair cascading over the pink pillow, framing her beautiful face and accenting the white, marblelike turn of her shoulders.

Dottie smiled up at him coyly, her eyes inviting him to come closer. It hadn't occurred to her that the boy had reached a climax at the same time she was enjoying hers. She felt certain he was hoping for his reward now and she wanted to please him in any way she could.

Steven crawled across the bed and knelt beside her, not taking his eyes off the big brown eyes that danced and twinkled with tantalizing delight. As he bent at the waist to kiss her, his mother's arms swept up to enfold him and his hand came to rest on her breast, with a rock-hard nipple quivering in his palm. He was only vaguely aware of their lips pressing tightly together in the longest, hardest kiss he had ever given his mother. Most of his attention focused on the feel of the smooth, firm, pear-shaped breast that was cradled in his hand and the delightful sensation it gave him.

When their lips finally parted, Dottie realized her heart was pounding like a schoolgirl on her first date. She could feel herself looking into his handsome face with fluttering doe eyes and a slight blush. Then the rubbery knob of his rising phallus skidded up her side and she awoke from the trancelike state she was in. "What would you like, pet?" she whispered, keeping her eyes fixed on his and marveling at the delicious sensation his squeezing hand worked on her aching breast. When he didn't answer, she again asked, "What would you like to do?"

"I ... er ... I was going to ... to make you happy," he stammered.

"You've already done that, love," she purred softly.

"I ... I ... thought ... you wanted me to ... er, you know ... do what we did on vacation...."

Her arms still hugged him close and she was unconsciously massaging his back in rhythm to the motion of his hand on her breast. She could see he was confused and beginning to lose his confidence. Her first thought was to explain to him that there was more than one way to make a woman happy, but she wasn't in the mood to play the role of his teacher again. She only had the patience for that, she decided, when there was no other way to appease her tormented body. At the moment, however, she felt devilishly seductive and excitingly young. Slowly, she lowered her right hand down his back, sliding it with a featherlike touch over his hip and along the side of his leg. All she had to do was watch his eyes to see the excitement she was churning up inside him. She stroked the outside of his leg gently and his eyes danced with anticipation. But before she could tease him with the next stroke she planned to run up his inner thigh, she felt his right hand release her breast and slide down her stomach. It was her turn to hold her breath in anticipation, she realized. Then his fingers combed through the damp triangle of hair and a single finger began an exploration of her tender, sensitive meat. She closed her eyes as the gentle touch of his finger slithered between her vaginal lips and she forgot all about teasing him any longer. Her hand moved quickly and directly to his stiff member and fisted the thick shaft near the base.

Steven forced himself to ignore the stroking hand on his ballooning shaft. He straightened up to get a better view of her body and to concentrate on the performance she had taught him while they were on vacation. Unfortunately, all he could remember was standing behind her at the time, with his hand around her waist and having it nestled in the hairy bush his fingers now examined. The main memory he had of the event was of the excitement aroused in his own flesh, and the climax that had consumed his entire mind.

Dottie whimpered softly as the tip of his exploring finger curled and entered the vestibule of her burning furnace. At the same time, the strength drained from the fist that held his pulsing muscle and her hand slid limply back to the bed. She could feel his body shift and move down her side, destined for a more thorough examination of her hidden treasure. As his finger timidly inched into the weeping, longing cavity, she opened her eyes to watch his intent face as he sought to satisfy his curiosity. It was an agonizing, blissful, unbearably long wait before his second knuckle finally arrived at the panting lips of her vagina. She was squirming now, with her hips moving in circles and her legs spreading wider and wider as she tried to suck his finger into the aching tunnel. She desperately wanted to tell him how good it felt; she wanted to tell him how much she loved him and that he was just as "beautiful" in her eyes as he said she was in his. Instead, she closed her eyes and bit her lip, holding back the words that would only confess her true incestuous lust for him.

The boy's curiosity coaxed him to move down her side for a better vantage point, and he finally found himself kneeling between her spread-eagle legs, watching his finger sink into the moist, hot, velvety-soft opening. His nostrils flared as a strange fragrance registered in his brain and held him spellbound. But it was her gyrating hips and groans of pleasure that fascinated him most. He wanted more than anything else to prove to her that he wasn't selfish and was truly concerned about bringing her the pleasures she had told him girls want in return for their favors. Though inexperienced and unsure of himself, there was no mistaking the ecstasy her squirming body and lustful moans told him she was getting as he pistoned his finger in and out of her drooling sex. When his muddled brain reminded him of the fact that she had said something about getting pleasure from having her breasts massaged, he reached up with his left hand and fondled her beautiful orbs, one at a time.

Dottie opened her eyes and gave him a blissful, appreciative smile. "You're terrific..." she breathed, lifting her hips high off the bed in an attempt to fill her demanding sex with more finger than he had to offer.

"I love you," he said in a bashful whisper. "If ... if there's anything you want me to do ... just tell me ... . or ... show me...."

"Nnnngggghhh ... you're ... doing ... fine ... on your own," she groaned, closing her eyes to savor the excitement his words stirred in her.

She felt his finger slip from her burning cove and reenter her body just below it. His finger was well lubricated with her own juices and sank quickly to the hilt. The sensation in her rectum reminded her of his wet tongue. She was going wild with his finger alternately stabbing her rectum, then her sex, while his other hand swirled over and around her aching breasts. She was at the peak of excitement, but couldn't manage that extra thrust that would send her over the top and bring her the gratifying sensation of an orgasm. If only he'd done this before! she told herself 109

breathlessly. He's driving me up the wall ... and I can't get a grip ... gotta release these juices! Unnngggghhh ... I love it ... but I'll die if I don't come soon! In her mind's eye, she saw herself surrounded by midgets, with their hands sweeping over every inch of her body and their little fingers slithering in and out of every opening. It was a tantalizing, tormenting, delicious feeling, but she wanted-she needed-something bigger, something thicker, in order to satisfy the screaming needs of her body.

I'm not surprised that he's getting tired, she sighed as his hands slowly withdrew from their task. Maybe I should take time out to tend to his needs first....

Before she could make up her mind, she felt him begin to work on her sex again and decided to wait just a little longer. It felt like he was rubbing the flat part of his thumb in circles around her slit this time. It felt promising ... and very realistic, she thought. TOO REALISTIC!

Her eyes snapped open and she saw Steven holding his weapon in his hand, pressing the blunt tip against her vulva. NO! NO! NOT THAT! she screamed. The words echoed in her head, but they never escaped her mouth. She could see that his eyes were glued to the spot where their flesh met, or he would have seen the panic in her face, she told herself. As she fought to stop what was happening, her pouting, aching vaginal lips were sipping eagerly at the tip of his organ. She was coaxing him into the Garden of Eden, she realized, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

"OHHHHHH!" she cried out when the bulbous head suddenly gained entrance.

Steven's frightened eyes shot up to her face and he saw the pained expression. "I'm sorry!" he cried, moving over her on stiff arms to apologize, but feeling his spear sink deeper and deeper into the well of moist heat. "I ... I c-c-couldn't help it!"

Dottie felt herself surrender to the male muscle. There was no sense fighting it now, she rationalized. He was tucked safely inside her belly and there was nothing she could do about it.

"I... I... I c-c-can't b-b-believe it.. ." Steven was still ranting. "I didn't mean to do it.... I... I practically slipped in..."I*

"Shhhh," she said with a soft smile. "What's done is done ... just hold me tight and enjoy it"

"I - . . I ... never knew it was going to be as great as this..." he moaned, lowering his chest to hers and feeling her breasts flatten under him. "Ohhhh, this is good, Mom. This is the greatest... WOW!"

His pulsing shaft continued to sink deeper and deeper into her body and Dottie thought she would burst with excitement. Her arms swept around him, hugging him tight against herself. Without realizing it she was doing it, she let her legs walk up the air, then come down quickly with her heels on his buttocks, and drive him deep into her burning furnace. She was grateful for the fact that everything seemed to be happening in slow motion now, allowing her to savor every little detail of their union. She found herself climbing to an even higher peak of excitement than she'd ever known before, and her lungs threatened to collapse from the lack of air at this new height.

"Now tell me you love me, pet," she breathed in his ear. "Tell me you're mine ... all mine!"

"I do! I do!" he cried. "I love you more than ... more than anything! OH! MOM! I'll always be yours ... I AM yours ... always..."

"Unnngggghhhhh ... MMMMmmmmm ... Aaaaaggghhh ... all mine ... so big ... SOoooo Bigggggg! And all mine!"

"Shit! Damn! My ... my balls . , . my balls are killing me! I ... I think ... I'm gonna come ... Don't move! HEY! Stop! You're making me come ... please don't make me come yet! PLEASE!"

Dottie's body went into convulsions as his thick meat, seated deep in her belly, jerked and throbbed faster and faster. The more he begged her not to move, the wilder she got, bumping and grinding furiously against him to devour every itich he had to offer.

"Oh, baby! Come to mama!" Dottie cried out as the tidal wave of her orgasm swept over her. "Aaaagggghhhh ... OH! Oooowwwww ... Nnnnnnggghhhh..." She felt his big hose whipping inside her, spraying the hot walls of her burning sex with its quenching juices. "AAAAHHHHHHHH!"

One orgasm followed another, sweeping gently over her now like ocean waves on a beach. She knew now that no other man could ever replace the thrill and excitement her son gave her. Only he could satisfy her, she decided. Nothing, in all the years of her marriage, compared with the ultimate satisfaction she got from being with her son.

Long after Steven returned to his own room, Dottie continued to dwell on the relationship they had established. Much to her surprise, there wasn't any feeling of guilt or regret. However, she cautioned herself about making a frequent habit of carrying the act to such a completion, fearing she or the boy would eventually grow tired of it, leaving her nothing but a life of emptiness and loneliness. She had already lived through two years of that kind of existence, she told herself, and never wanted to face it again. Then, like a sharp knife suddenly stabbing her in the chest, she found herself thinking about the possibility of his finding a girlfriend, and she felt the pain of jealousy sweep through her. He's only sixteen. No sense worrying now.