Chapter 1
How long had it been since Steve and I separated? Six months, seven maybe, it was hard to remember. It was late in the evening and it was hot. The motel my son and I had booked into some days earlier wasn't the classiest place on earth, nor was it the best insulated. In the room next to ours a man and a woman were doing an awful lot of laughing and giggling. James was asleep. At fifteen he was starting to resemble his father closely, Steve the way he was when I first met him, handsome, dark eyes, soft, straight brown hair, broad shoulders. James was even slung like Steve.
I blushed at my own thoughts. A mother shouldn't see her son that way, especially when mother and son had to share the same double bed to save a few bucks. God, it was hot! I had on a flimsy robe over my bra and pants, and the windows behind the Venetian blinds were wide open. Still it felt close, stifling. The sheet covered James only up to his knees. The boy lay there in his underpants, crouched in the fetal position and dreaming boyish dreams. And the couple next door was laughing less now. The sounds became more intense, more intimate. Occasionally she'd let out a long laugh but it faded into one of those erotic little whimpers. I groaned and tried to close my eyes and ears. No use. The walls were made of paper. How I envied James for being able to sleep so soundly!
Pretty soon the bed next door began to squeak rhythmically. Then she took up moaning and he grunted in unison. The squeaking speeded up, so did the moaning and groaning. I did my utmost to ignore them but in my mind I saw them as vividly as if the wall was made of glass. He was on top of her, a big hairy brute with a rolling brow and hairs growing out of his nose. And she was a little pale thing with large breasts and big eyes, quailing under the force of his powerhouse pounding. His big brown cock would be sliding in and out of her distended pussy and she would feel a mixture of pain and pleasure as her cunt stretched to accommodate so much manhood. If only I was in her place!!!
In the light of the small bed lamp the room looked all the seedier. James had his back to me. His buns pushed against the white cotton of his briefs and his strong shoulders reminded me of Steve again. Could I risk beating off? It had been so long, so terribly long! James and I had been traveling from town to town, always sleeping in motels and sharing the one room if not the one bed. There hadn't been any chances to get away from the boy, not even to play with myself. Before I had married Steve that had been my favorite pastime.
And three years later it was again. I was aching to touch my clitoris, to taste my juices, to caress my breasts in the same old abandoned way, and the steady fucking noises from next door were stirring up all the old pockets of lust in my body. James would sleep through it. He'd never know!
Thus reassured I gingerly slipped my hand down into my panties and squeezed my cunt. From that moment on there was no turning back. My pussy felt so nice in the palm of my hand, so hairy and soft and moist, so sensitive to the touch! Already I could feel the juices sliding down my cunt walls, with new supplies oozing out. The couple next door were going hell for leather. The bed groaned as much as he did now and I expected it to snap in half any minute. Was it my imagination or did I hear wet noises coming from next door? No, it was my own cunt that was smacking its lips. Again I blushed. What if James heard his mother's cunt doing that? He would lose respect for me completely.
But those burning, irritating, beautiful urges had me in their power. My hand rubbed the hairy skin between my legs until it parted and allowed entry to the flooded valley below. My index finger slipped into place, pressing the button and rotating over it slowly. I hadn't lost the knack. Already those warm, thrilling impulses were radiating from my loins to every part of my body. My clitoris grew hard and hot, more sensitive, getting so touchy that I had to withdraw my hand. I used my panties to soften the rubbing and now, masturbating through the nylon, my clitoris started to appreciate exactly what I was doing for it. That early tenderness gave way to a sharp, stinging pleasure that buzzed out in every direction, an alarm that woke up all of my passions. My hips began to undulate in that primitive, familiar motion. My clitoris wanted more! And once again I let my hand slide down into my panties to squeeze and rub and pinch without any intermediaries.
Next door's orgy was shaking the whole motel by this time. He had to be a brute to fuck her so long and hard. She was almost panicking by the sound of her. Every time he shoved his cock up her cunt she let out a gasp, then she drew in another breath quickly with a squeal and again he expelled the air with a mighty thrust. The rhythm stirred my bed and forced me to fall in line with it. Rub, thrust, rub, thrust, rub, thrust, pressing my ear to the wall now and huddling close to catch all I could of their lusty fuck. I was sure I could hear her pussy. His cock dug into her like a stick into a wet bog and withdrew with a slurp. My cunt ran over in sympathy.
Suddenly the few garments I wore began to cloy my body. I checked to make sure my son was unconscious, then shrugged off the nightie and un-snapped my bra. I didn't take it all the way off in case he woke up, and instead of tearing my panties off my ass like I wanted to, I eased them down over my thighs just far enough to give me free access to my pussy. Ah, that was better. Now one hand could get at my tits and the other could caress that horny, moist little slit without interference. The man next door fucked his woman with the pounding rhythm of a slave driver on a galley. Bang! Bang! Bang! Slamming it into her, ripping her open, all that hard, heavy cock burying into her soft, yielding pussy and all I had for mine was a finger or two.
It would have to do. I rolled over on my side, facing my son in case something aroused him, and caressed my cheeks with the palm of my hand. It wasn't long before the objective was reached. The index finger slipped in between the lower section of my cheeks and worked its way into my cunt. No trouble. I just about sucked it inside for want of meat. Another finger joined the index just as soon as there was room. Lovely ... a push, digging in deeper, working my fingers into the warm, soggy flesh up to the knuckles, and then closing my eyes to play pretend. Yes, it was a cock, a big double-barreled cock sneaking up me from behind. The other hand left my tits and moved down the front of my body. With the two inserted fingers pulling back and the other hand pulling the other way, my cunt stretched tautly, excruciatingly! The pressure was on my clitoris now, fingers dove in deep, and the rest of my cunt was getting it from all angles. Thud! Thud! Thud! I felt as though we were all at sea, rolling from side to side, the boards groaning and everything in motion. The woman could only let out plaintive little wails now and then. The man grunted like a fighter throwing punches. And my sexy boy slept on.
I was too horny to be bothered with motherhood and moral obligations. His buns were delicious! I'd always known but it took a little self-abuse to make me admit it. His back was tanned darkly and tapered nicely from broad shoulders to narrow hips, and those tight little buns poked out at me like two tempting apples. I should have taught him to sleep in the nude. My imagination took a small leap and saw him naked, and at once my passions surged forward to drag me into a soupy orgasm. I had to keep a grip on myself to stop from screaming with pleasure. Everything hummed and buzzed, my fingers fucked as fast as they could, the other hand almost twisted the clitoris off its mount, and my body trembled so violently that I almost fell off the bed. "Oh my God!" I gasped, letting go of all those sensitive little parts. "Get a hold on yourself, girl!" My panties had slipped down over my knees, the bra hung down one side, I was sweating profusely. If James had turned at that moment he would have seen quite a sight. But he didn't. I forced myself to take deep, regular breaths until my body settled down some. The couple next door had hit the doldrums. There was some motion and a lot of kissing, obviously an interlude. I knew I ought to pull up my panties and fasten my bra but somehow I couldn't do it. The flesh was too weak. My hands roved about my body aimlessly, just touching, feeling, wiping away drops of perspiration, but eventually they returned to those extra-sensitive spots. At first I didn't agitate them. One part of my mind said I was about to go to sleep. The other suggested I party some more with myself. I couldn't decide.
The slave driver started to pound a faster beat. I ignored it as best I could. But then my son turned over on his back and lay there, mouth open, eyes closed, snoring slightly, and all I could see was the firm bulge in his underpants. Just like Steve! I'd spent so many nights looking at that magical piece, stroking it, eating it until he'd wake up and fuck me with it. And now I was next to his son, my son, trying not to think about how nice it would be to do the same to him. While that was passing through my mind my hands had taken up that familiar rhythm, stroking and nipping, parting my pussy lips and pressing down on the valley with one strong finger. Yes, it would be nice to touch him ... could I do it without waking him up?
Oh fuck him! I couldn't take it anymore. Off went my bra, over the side of the bed went my panties, and I sprawled in luxurious nakedness beside my boy. Let him sleep. Mama had to jerk off at once! Now my hands grabbed hold of my big tits and squeezed the resilient, deep flesh with rare relish. Finger and thumb squeezed both nipples and brought them up to my mouth so that my tongue could rotate abrasively along each light brown aureole. A slight breeze blew over my flesh, just cool enough to set my nerves on edge. With shivers of lust rippling under my skin I reached for my pussy with both hands and kneaded it to my heart's content. And while this was going on my eyes were fixed on my son's cock, X-raying the cotton of his briefs to see through to that pale shaft and pink glans, wondering if it was possible to touch him. The couple next door were fucking to beat the band. A lascivious boldness swept through me. I could always make up an excuse if he caught me at it. I could tell him it was too hot to be wearing clothes, that I was taking his briefs off so he wouldn't smother. Sons were supposed to believe their mothers, weren't they?
I couldn't breathe and my heart was pounding in my throat, but I did it. Sitting on my knees next to my boy I eased his underpants down over his legs, his feet, and all the way off! There, now I could see everything. Contentedly I settled down with my back against the footboard and masturbated over the sight of his manly yet boyish body. How long his cock was already, a good six inches if I was any judge. He'd get thicker in time and his balls weren't fully developed yet A light cover of brown hair had sprouted on his pubic bone. It was so sexy, so sweet, that my mouth started to water.
"Oh Jack, fuck me, fuck me!" screamed the woman in the next room. "Drive that big dick up my ass! Oh Christ it hurts, I love it, I love it, shove it up my asshole, yes, yes, OH JACK COME, COME COMMMMMMMMMmmmmm!" Apparently he did. Heavy grunts, alarming creaks and groans of the bed, and a war whoop from her signalled the crescendo. Up her ass? The imagination boggled. It had been so long since any man had put it up my ass. Not that Steve hadn't wanted to, he just didn't know how to do it properly. My anus tingled at the recollection of those special lovers who could fuck a woman from that side and still satisfy her. Still? Who could satisfy her over and over and over! My thumb slipped into my pussy and the index finger wormed up my asshole. Yes, that was approximately the same feeling. That uncomfortable sensation in my asshole, the suppository blues, followed by a deep, lecherous yearning for hot, throbbing cock, the bigger the better, ramming into that little orifice and damaging it excruciatingly.
"Let me lick it clean, Jack," said the woman at the other side of the wall. "I don't want your wife to find the evidence, do you?"
"Go ahead, baby." His voice was deep, resonant, I liked that in a man. In my mind I could see her bending over his hairy loins and fitting that thick, limp hunk of meat in between her lips, putting pressure on it and pulling it back to massage life into it. This was driving me crazy! I was thumb-fucking myself and squeezing my tits black and blue, looking at my naked son's cock, and getting nowhere. He seemed to be having interesting dreams. His cock filled with blood, rose, fell, rose again, and jerked about with rapid, bobbing motions. More was needed!
There had been nights in the past six or seven months when I'd been sorely tempted to invite my son to screw me. Those were feverish nights when the sap backed up and blocked blood from entering my rational faculties. But the temptation had always been manageable. This time I felt myself being drawn toward him with more strength than I had willpower. I wanted to take his long, pale cock into my mouth just as that slut next door was doing to her man. I wanted James to mount me and fuck me, to expend his youthful virility on me in one mad burst of passion! Oh Jesus, I needed it so badly! It was so hot, so close, my cunt felt so empty and my tits so unappreciated!
I found myself getting closer and closer to that bobbing cock. It was three-quarters erect and jerking up and down, like live bait. My lips parted, saliva poured from the ducts, he went out of focus, and all of a sudden his glans made contact with my nose. A sharp thrill ran through me, one of delight, danger, and dare-devilry. Could I go through with it? His smooth skin brushed along my nose, my top lip, and then his knob came to rest against my lower lip. All I had to do was open up a bit further and it would fall into my mouth. I couldn't resist-I wanted to but it was impossible. That throbbing cock, the warm skin, the sensual contours, all demanded entry. With a despairing moan I closed my eyes and opened wide. His glans moved in between my lips and soon bumped against my palate.
At that moment I came like Yd never come before. My body was wracked by explosions of passion, my pussy quivered and dripped, and it was all I could do to keep his stiffening cock in my mouth. James stirred uneasily, adjusting his body to take the pressure off his dick. Then he relaxed totally and muttered something in his sleep. I waited until my insides had settled before indulging myself further. His young cock felt so nice, so smooth between my lips, like a new gun just cleansed of the grease it's packed in. My tongue caressed the rubbery knob, my lips squeezed it, and everything in me began to focus. I lay between his legs, my torso raised by both elbows, my hair tumbling down like a curtain between my face and his, and I began to suck his dick the way I'd done his father's.
His dick was long but not long enough to stop me from swallowing it whole. Steve had taught me how to do that by pressing down on my head whenever I came to a stop. Now I took in those six inches effortlessly and sucked them briefly before clamping my lips about his stalk and moving my head up and down to jerk him off orally. My hands explored his hard, flat tummy and his strong young thighs, delighting in the muscle lying just beneath the skin. There was no layer of fat to contend with, not like Steve's. In some ways his son was better than he had been.
"Ma! What are you doing? What time is it?" I peered through the curtain of hair to see my son sitting up and staring about himself in utter confusion. What was that excuse again? I couldn't remember it. Instead I motioned for him to lie back and relax. He was willing to do that. My cocksucking did that to men. James folded his hands behind his head and looked at me in awe as I continued to lick his dick and suck it. My hands moved back down and started to grope about in my pussy. God, I needed something in me, anything, a broomstick if necessary! His cock in my mouth only served to remind me how I loved to be fucked. But now I was getting ridiculous. It was bad enough to blow your own son, but to fuck him! No, no, I would jerk off while giving him his fun.
My fingers parted my cunt and dug into the yielding, sodden flesh. Each time I pushed in there was an audible slosh of juices and James had to notice that my ass was moving up and down over my own hands. Did he know about masturbation? Well, if he didn't it was high time someone taught him. Besides, it felt nice to be fucking my own fingers. I held three bunched fingers with the other hand, keeping them in place so that each time I drove my cunt down the hole closed around the digits and it felt almost like a real cock. There was no way to carry the pretence through, though. The real thing was in my mouth, rock hard, pulsing with virility and semen, indicating how wonderful it would feel if it was up my pussy.
"James?" I said, taking my mouth away from his cock. He looked at me vaguely, somewhat irritated by the interruption. "James, have you ever done it to a woman?" He shook his head and closed his eyes, he only wanted me to keep sucking. Just like his Dad. But I'd taken the step and nothing could stop me now. I gave his cock one final going over and then lay on my back. My legs were spread wide open, my arms reached for him, and he was very interested. Yet he hesitated. He was fully awake now, able to assess the situation, and it must have seemed odd to him to see his mother naked for the first time, naked and horny and much like a stranger. "Come on, my boy," I said softly. "Let's not spoil this night because it will only happen once."
"Okay," he said and his voice quavered strangely. He got on top of me, then hesitated again, unsure of how to proceed. I reached down behind him and pushed his ass until his cock was in the right position. Then I took his hard, teenage dick in hand and guided it into my yearning cunt One touch was enough to send me reeling off into another climax, but that was nothing compared to how I felt when his knob barged inside me.
"Oh God!" I exclaimed. For the moment I was a cunt from head to toe, or a total clitoris, I didn't know which. All I knew was that his cock was entering me and that my whole body responded with quivering nerves, a tidal wave of feverish lust, and great relief. He was in me, deep in me, his cock throbbed and each pulse was transmitted through me. My cunt, so long neglected, now stretched about tie intruding member and contracted with pleasure. And my nipples stood up straight as if to feed the boy once more. But James had come a long way. He buried his face between my tits and clung to them with both hands while he worked his dick around inside my cunt. He didn't seem to know which motion to employ so he just stirred my juices up. I would have told him to go up and down if it hadn't been so nice.
Besides, he caught on all by himself. Instead of ladling about, his cock started to move with a more well-defined purpose. He drew it back and plunged in, did it again, pulling back further to come in deeper, and my wild contortions told him he was doing it right. Now all of his youthful virility exploded. He became a runaway colt, galloping where grown men would canter, expending energy left and right, headed for a premature finish. But I didn't care. He was fucking me at full pelt and the erotic friction set my cunt on fire, a quick, flickering brush fire that spread throughout my body in seconds. "Yes, yes, yes!" I heard myself cry out in between gasping for air. "Oh James, yes, that's the way, that's beautiful. GO AHEAD, OH YES, YES, YESSSSSSS!!! AAAAAAHHHHH, OOOOHHHH-HHH, OH JAMES, WOW! GO TO IT!" He didn't need encouragement. His cock moved inside me like a piston, fucking with staccato speed until my head felt out of whack and my body dripped like molten lava. One more thrust, one more stroke, that was all I wanted, one to finish me off... and that was the vital stroke that didn't happen.
Just as I was straining toward the terminal climax something warm blossomed inside my cunt, growing larger by the second. It took me a while to identify it, but then James went limp and gasped as if he'd done a three-minute mile, and then I knew. He had blown his wad! His cock was still hard but he didn't know enough about sex to give me my bonus. How could I get over that final hurdle? I couldn't masturbate in front of him, that would be too hurtful. "That was beautiful," I told him as I nibbled at his ear lobe. "You're such a good lover, James, a real man." He glowed with pride and I glowed with frustration. One good thrust! Was that too much to ask?
A woman had to be resourceful. I made him get off me and then I told him to let me see his cock. "We have to make sure it's cleaned after use," I said. "Here, sit on the bed and let me wipe you down." He did as he was told, looking a little tired - and limp, but still interested. And when my tongue lightly spiraled about his flaccid flesh to lick off the mixture of sperm and my cuntal fluids, a new spark of interest lit up in his eyes.
"Are you supposed to do that every time you make it, Ma?" he asked.
"Only the first time," I said. "After that a towel will be all right."
"That's too bad," he sighed. How nice he tasted! And how quickly his cock came back to life. I kneeled down by the side of the bed and licked him up and down, slowly, leisurely, to make sure he would get the kind of erection I needed. Sperm dripped out of my pussy and slid down my inner thighs, growing cold on the way. Inside my pussy the temperature was rising. Six months of negligence!
How had I stood it? Now that Yd had a taste it was necessary to glut myself, and I would, I would! In for a penny, in for a pound. The people next door were of the same opinion. There was grunting and thudding and all sorts of other erotic noises, and their bed pounded against the wall with that slave driver thump. James noticed it, too. His cock grew harder in spurts, enlarging in my mouth until it was as big as before. "Are they making out, too?" he asked. I nodded.
I put the finishing touches to his erection and regarded it with some pride. Splendid, already looking slightly battle-seasoned, and ready to go another round. What was the pound to consist of? I recalled the woman's ecstasy when that unseen brute shoved his cock up her ass, and my mind was made up. "Now I want you to listen carefully," I told my son, "this is a new game and you have to do as I tell you, okay?" He nodded and watched avidly as I lay on my belly.
My hands reached back and pulled my buns apart. "Now stick it into the other hole," I told him. James squatted behind me and ran his finger over my asshole. "Yes, that's the one."
"Are you sure?"
"Just put it in, honey," I said. "Take my word for it and hurry!" Again he made himself comfortable on top of me and his cock searched for an opening. And again I guided it for him. My ass had to be propped up with a pillow and I had to smear some of my juices into my asshole before he had any success. It was worth the trouble. James had an instinctive appreciation of the limitations of the female asshole. His cock eased its way past the strict barriers and moved about to evoke the subtle moisture back there. Only when the sphincters were relaxed and the lubricants had greased the anal canal did my son begin to fuck in earnest. He was a quick learner.
"Do you like that?" I asked as his cock slid up my ass and quivered for a moment before drawing back.
"It's terrific!" he gasped, driving it in deep. "Oh Ma, this is better than anything that's ever happened to me! I think I'm losing my mind, in fact." His cock started to move in faster and deeper, producing that peculiar mixture of sharp pain, queasiness, and sheer bliss that supplied me with the missing final thrust, and then nudged me into a whole new area of sensation. I lay under his bucking, hard body and took the speed and power of his strokes, all of which reverberated through my body to disintegrate the last of my resistance. He was good, very good! That boyish cock seemed to be growing by the second, a ramrod of power bringing me hopelessly, irrevocably undone. His belly slapped against the cheeks of my ass, his hot breath seared against the skin of my nape, and his hands had a grip on my arms to give his every stroke more oomph. It was mad but I loved it.
"Touch me, James," I moaned. "Feel my tits and my cunt, squeeze me and grab me! You're such a great lover, do it all to me, make your mother feel good!" He obeyed at once. One hand got to my left tit and mauled it savagely. The other hand found my pussy and started to finger it. He was good at that but then he was sure to have had some experience at finger fucking. When we were still living in a secure family situation he'd been a very popular boy at school. I'd often see girls smiling at him and talking about him. All those nights at the movies ... a new thrill ran through me as I imagined my son in the darkness of the back row, his finger up a hairless little twat, in and out of virgin flesh while the girl writhed about in confused ecstasy. I took his hand off my tit and brought it up to my mouth. Which finger would it be? The index, of course, always use the longest. I separated it from the other fingers and began to suck on it while my imagination supplied the details of that finger's adventures. Young, innocent pussies skewered by this very finger, my son's finger, the one I was sucking like it was a cock. And in the meantime his real cock kept sliding up my asshole, his knob battered at my most secret erogenous zones, and a new orgasm was swelling inside me like a balloon.
"FUCK!" I heard myself yell. My voice was strident, desperate, I didn't want him to miss this time. "GO, JAMES, GO, GIVE IT TO ME GOOD. DON'T STOP JUST YET, KEEP GOING, KEEP GOING, OH JEEEEEEEE-SUS! THAT'S WONDERFUL, PERFECT, HARDER NOW, HARDER, OH JAMES, OH NO, OH DEAR, AAAAAHHHH!!" He had hit the gong. All the tension, frustration, all the accumulated delights, suddenly melted into an oceanic sense of bliss. I was leveled out, rolled into two dimensions, and I lay under him grinning from ear to ear without knowing what was funny. Vaguely I felt him going hell for leather for a minute or so more, but it was all lost on me. His warm sperm erupted in my ass and a little while later he clambered off and lay down beside me. Next door was quiet, too.
Everything was very peaceful. It didn't even seem as hot or stifling as before. A light breeze blew through the blinds and caressed my sweaty body. James reached for my cigarettes and lit one for me. I lay on my back and smoked it without looking at him. And by the end of the cigarette I couldn't look him in the eye. It suddenly dawned on me what I had done to him. Did I want him to be a deviant? Well, Yd sure set him on the road to degeneracy.
"James, we can't do this anymore," I said firmly, my eyes fixed on the ceiling. "I want you to forget this episode, hear? No more, this was the end of it."
"Sure, Ma." He sounded sleepy, barely interested. I looked over at him and saw his eyes falling shut. Instead of worrying about him I felt a twinge of disappointment. Was it such a small deal to him that he could just fall asleep as if nothing had happened? What a fool I was! I lit another cigarette and watched the blue smoke curl up at the ceiling. James slept soundly.
My body and my mind were at odds. Physically I felt wonderful, like a car newly tuned. Mentally I was in a shambles. How could I have seduced my own son? I'd let everything get out of hand. Well, I'd made myself clear to him, it wouldn't happen again. And to make sure it wouldn't I was going to see some men, go out on dates, and spend the night at their place if necessary. Until we had more money James and I would have to go on sharing rooms but that was no reason for me to turn into a nun. No, I was thirty-five, at my sexual peak, still attractive with firm tits and thighs, an ass that brought the pincher out in the most blasé of men, and a face once called a baby face, now only slightly marred by crow's feet. But that gave my looks character. A lot of men lusted after me. Well, I was going to lust right back!
My mind was made up and the dilemma resolved. I turned off the light and tried again to go to sleep. For a moment my bare ass touched my son's and an electric charge flashed through me. I would keep my hands off him, I would, I would! But I couldn't resist turning over on my other side and embracing him with my whole body, falling asleep wrapped around him.