Chapter 2
After Jean Howland left, Charlene felt strangely disturbed. While it hadn't been the first lesbian act she'd ever experienced, it was the first time that she felt unsatisfied.
After her orgasm, Jean had wanted to suck her cunt, but for some reason, sanity or reason or whatever had returned. After all, Jean was Bart's teacher and had come with a complaint against Bart which certainly needed to be discussed with him.
Jean had left with a lovely glow of contentment, even though she, too, was disappointed that Charlene hadn't wanted her cunt to be sucked.
Charlene took a drink and pondered what to do with her son. She couldn't fathom why he wore women's panties. Hell, Bart was seventeen years old and instead of wearing women's panties, he should be getting into them! Getting a good piece of tail! Fucking a new girl every night!
She took another drink. Her mind raced furiously as to just what to do with Bart.
Absent-mindedly, she rubbed her breast and felt the satiny smooth flesh underneath the bra of her bikini. The same breast which had nursed her son so many years ago. Then she felt her bikini panty, its smoothness feeling good to her sensitive fingers. Maybe that's what Bart liked about wearing women's panties-the smooth feeling it gave to his fingers. But that surely wasn't anything to get all wrought up about! Damn that lesbian Jean Howland for bringing it to her attention!
Charlene shook her head angrily, pushing away the vagrant lock of red hair which fell in front of her eyes. She swallowed another drink and then arose, her mind made up.
She marched upstairs to Bart's bedroom, resolved to get to the bottom of his peculiar behavior at school.
Without bothering to knock at his door, she opened it and strode in to find Bart lying on his bed, completely naked with the exception of red, lace-trimmed panties.
He jumped to his feet quickly, his handsome young face flushed with shame and embarrassment.
Charlene noticed the reason for his shame. Underneath the red panties, there was a bulge so huge that she almost gasped with astonishment. Jean Howland was right-Bart must have an enormous cock to bulge so magnificently.
"Well?" she demanded, hardly able to keep her eyes away from the tremendous swelling.
"Well what, Mother?" he asked timidly, his tall, lean frame shaking with fear.
"What's the idea of your wearing those women's panties?" she demanded.
"Oh, Mother, I like the feel of them next to my skin," said Bart, raising his head and looking at his mother sheepishly. "What's wrong with my wearing them if I like the feeling they give me?"
"Nothing that I can see," said Charlene, realizing that her own kicks were unusual. And her. blood was in her son's blood.
"Then you're not mad at me?" pleaded Bart hopefully, his eyes bright with joy.
"I'm not quite sure what I am at the moment," replied Charlene, wishing she had brought a drink with her. Her son's bulge was beginning to affect her cunt, making it itch and burn. She sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at him as he stood a short distance away. Her eyes were hypnotically drawn to the swollen crotch and she started to fidget nervously on the soft bed.
"This is the first time since I divorced your father that I wish he was here!" she said nervously.
"Oh, Mother, I'm glad he's not with us any longer!" said Bart, looking at his mother adoringly.
"You are?" asked Charlene, with surprise.
"We don't need him, Mother. We have each other!"
Charlene's brow furrowed with deep thought. It wasn't very natural for a fellow of seventeen to not want a father around. She looked up at him and asked bluntly.
"Bart, do you like girls?"
"Girls? Of course, Mother, I love YOU!" said Bart earnestly, his face filled with radiance.
"That isn't what I mean, Bart. What I mean is-do you like girls? Girls your own age?"
"Oh, sure. They're fun to be with," answered Bart casually.
"What's your version of 'fun'?" asked Charlene, taking her eyes away from the bulge in his red panties.
"I don't understand what you're driving at, Mother," answered Bart, puzzled.
"Have you ever made love to a girl sexually?" snapped Charlene. She was angry with herself for being attracted by Bart's huge cock and angry with him for wearing the red panties.
"Oh, that! Sure, Mother, I tried it once!" replied Bart, boastfully.
"Once?" snapped Charlene. "Only once? With whom? What sort of love did you try only once?"
Bart flushed a deep crimson. "Oh, the regular love. You know, Mother-the regular way!"
"Oh, for heaven's sake, Bart, speak out. Don't be pussy-footing around with words. I've heard and used every word there is in sex. What I'm trying to find out is did you fuck a girl in the cunt? Did you?"
"Mother!!" said Bart, shocked.
"Well, you've heard the words, haven't you?" retorted Charlene angrily.
"Of course, but never from you!"
"Well, sit down here on the bed and let's find out what sort of sexual act you did once when-as you say-'I tried it once'-and for crissakes, don't mince words!"
"But, Mother ..."
"You do as I say, young man, or else-big and old as you are-I'll take you over my knee and spank the hell out of you!"
As a matter of fact, she thought, it might be a lot of fun to spank him on the bare bottom!
"Oh, Mother, you do love me!" said Bart, his eyes shining with adoration.
Charlene looked at her son with surprise. "Of course I love you. Whatever made you think I didn't?"
"You haven't spanked me for years and I just loved it while you were doing it! It made me feel that you loved me more whenever you spanked me, even though you never hurt me!"
Charlene's blood raced. She looked him squarely in the eyes and saw there was a sparkle there that hadn't been there before the spanking had been mentioned. She realized that it wasn't the spanking which had affected him, but the sensuous contact of her hand on his bare flesh. She looked at his crotch and to her amazement saw that the bulge was even more pronounced. Her son was in love with her sexually! But what form did his desire take?
Her own pussy started to burn and she controlled her hand from rubbing it. She had to pretend to be a mother, a good mother, even though she had the most erotic, incestuous desire to see what her seventeen-year-old son had under those feminine panties.
"Tell me about the time you tried it 'the regular way'," commanded Charlene, casually putting a hand in her lap so that the weight of her hand could ease the itching of her cunt. The sight of his huge cock was affecting her immensely!
"You really want me to tell you about my making love to another girl?" asked Bart with surprise.
"Exactly. And don't leave anything out!"
"Well, all right, if you want to hear about my sex experience, I'll tell you-There was this girl at 'school last month ... " began Bart.
"You mean this wearing red panties is only a month old?" interrupted Charlene.
"Yeah," replied Bart. "Only since I met this girl!"
Charlene breathed a sigh of relief. There was a chance for him after all.
"Go on," she instructed.
"She came to school one day, all dolled up in just the kind of clothes you like to wear. She had a Roman stripe skirt, with a very tight wool sweater which made her titties stand out like a couple of lighthouses ... ."
Charlene thought the comparison of titties to lighthouses was a little unusual, but she noticed the rapt : expression on her tall son's face and she remained silent.
" ... and then I noticed that her red hair was exactly the same shade as yours. All sort of flaming red with tiny flecks of gold and I knew then that I had to know her better."
"How'd you arrange that, Son?" asked Charlene, not immediately grasping the Freudian symbolism.
"Oh, I just went up to her and introduced myself. She told me her name was Carla. That thrilled me 'cause Carla and Charlene almost sound the same. Right away, we hit it off and that night she asked me to come over to her house as her parents wouldn't be home."
"Did you know what she wanted you for, Bart?" Charlene asked meaningfully.
"I had a pretty good idea," replied Bart. "And I wanted so much to make love to her because she looked just like you. She had the same kind of luscious titties you've got ... ."
Charlene involuntarily put a hand on each of her own bra-covered breasts and felt them.
"I wanted her so much," continued Bart, as Charlene looked first at her breasts proudly and then at her tall, handsome son whose bulging cock was getting bigger and bigger. It threatened to burst out of his red panties.
"I don't even remember what the living room looked like," said Bart. "It was dimly lighted, but she was like a flame in the room with her red hair shining and I could see that she was wearing only a very sheer robe with panties underneath. Her legs were just like your long slender legs, beautiful and round and slim at the ankles. I just loved to look at her. I guess I took a long time when I first arrived, just looking at her, 'cause she got mad at me for not making a pass at her."
"What did she do?" asked Charlene, breathlessly. She felt her blood racing like a stream of fire through her veins. Her body was hot, tingly and her nerves were ready to scream out loud, they were in such a state of turmoil!
"She told me she wanted me to crawl up inside her, to possess her and quiet the thunder that was building up deep down in her hot cunny!"
"That sounds good so far. Then what happened? What was your reaction?" demanded Charlene, feeling thunder building up deep in her own cunt.
"I didn't know what to do next, so she made me take off all my clothes and get naked. I didn't want to at first, I but she said I shouldn't be young and juvenile and naive-to do just like she wanted me to do!"
Charlene licked her lips greedily as her eyes saw the bulge throb and palpitate. "Go on. Go on," she demanded, breathlessly eager for the rest of the story, wondering how the red panties played a part.
"I was naked and my thing was standing straight out ... ."
Charlene interrupted lecherously. "You mean your cock was standing straight out, don't you?"
This time, Bart didn't flinch at the word; Rather, he corrected himself quickly.
"Yes, Mother. My cock was standing big and erect and Carla almost fainted at the sight of it." He looked down at himself and touched his bulging cock. "She said it was the biggest cock she'd ever seen-even on a man!"
Charlene was beside herself with incestuous thoughts. She had the most urgent need to see her son's gargantuan cock, but she controlled the violence which was becoming like tiny fires which flamed at her nerve ends.
"Well, I haven't seen you naked for years, so I don't know whether you've got a big cock or not. What did the girl do "to you after that?" asked Charlene, finding the words coming out of her mouth like a raspy, jealous female.
"I told her I didn't want to be the only one naked, so she took off her robe, but she left her red panties on. Gosh, her titties were big and she had lipstick painted on the nipples! Why did she do that, Mother?"
Charlene could contain herself no longer. She unfastened her bra and asked in a demanding voice, "Were her breasts as big and as pretty as mine?"
Bart looked at his mother's smooth, satiny, large breasts and his eyes widened and his mouth opened to reply, but the words wouldn't come out of his throat.
"Well?" demanded Charlene, holding a breast in each hand and offering them up as evidence. "Aren't mine prettier and more appetizing than hers?"
"Y-y-yes, Mother!" stammered Bart, his eyes glued on his beautiful, red haired mother sitting on the edge of his bed, her titties lifted high by her small hands. His cock throbbed wildly under his red panties and he almost knelt down to take one of the gorgeous orbs into his eager mouth, but he was afraid of his mother's reaction.
Charlene was mollified by his answer, but the sight of his huge cock increased rather than diminished her incestuous desire.
"She put lipstick on her titties so that you could pretend you were kissing her on the mouth," answered Charlene.
"Oh, I see," said Bart, his eyes glued on his mother's titties. His cock hurt him in its red panty bondage and he rubbed it with his hand to ease the pain.
"Stop playing with yourself!"
"Oh, I'm not doing anything, Mother. I'm just trying to make my hard cock feel less painful. It's burning and itching me a lot!" he replied with a sheepish grin.
"You poor boy," said his mother. "Do you want mama to rub it and make the hurt go away?"
"Oh, Mommy, would you?" asked Bart. His body trembled at the thought and his adoration shone clearly in his eyes.
"Of course," said Charlene. "Anything my precious baby wants! But you were telling me a story about the red head and you were naked and she had on her red panties. Shouldn't we play the same game between us?"
Charlene had lost all sense of right and wrong. The only thing she wanted now was to see if her son's cock was as huge as his boast and Jean Howland's description.
"Does Mommy want me to be naked?" asked Bart hesitantly.
"Of course!" said Charlene, eager to begin this game which she knew would end up erotically. How erotic would be up to her son and how much he liked girls.
"Do you want to play the part of the red haired girl, Mommy?" asked Bart, his cock palpitating wildly.
"Would you like that?" asked Charlene, already starting to take off her bikini panty.
"Oh, I'd love that!" said Bart excitedly, stripping the red panties from his lean hips and dropping them to the floor.
Charlene discarded her own remaining garment and then she saw her son naked for the first time in years. Her mouth dropped open at the sight of his huge cock! Jean Rowland was right! Her son had the biggest cock she'd ever seen and she'd seen and had a lot of them. It was even bigger and thicker than Marco's!
Bart's cock was long, thick, immense, beautiful, desirable. Charlene wanted to kneel at his feet and put the huge cock into her hot mouth and suck it until he came with his youthful juice into her mouth.
Or lie down on the bed and let him shove that mighty prick up her cunt-or her asshole-everything about her was itching and burning for his cock!
Bart looked at his mother's flaming red hair, her luscious titties, her trim figure, her long slender legs and then his eyes remained fixed on the red pubic hair and the pouting fleshy cunt between her satiny smooth thighs.
Charlene waited for her son to move towards her, to take her into his arms and fuck her like he had the other red head. But Bart remained rooted to the spot, staring at her naked cunt and his huge cock palpitated wildly.
"What's the matter?" asked his mother.
"I don't know!"
"Perhaps you are making up the story of the red head!"
"No, I'm not, Mother! I swear it's true. I did fuck her and it was great! But she kept on her red panties! She said that when I came in her cunt she wouldn't get a baby!"
Charlene almost laughed with relief at the explanation. The two kids were so stupid they didn't know how to fuck. That, then, was the reason for Bart wearing the red panties-to relive the feeling the red head had given him. Well, she'd take care of that right away!
Quickly, she reached out and grabbed him by the cock and swung him around by pulling on it and he landed on the bed with his bottom up.
She raised her hand and spanked him gently, her breasts quivering with the action. "That's for being naughty and wearing red panties!"
Bart was in seventh heaven. "I'll never wear them again, Mommy! I only wore them so you'd give me some attention!"
"I'll give my baby plenty of attention!" said Charlene, her eyes caressing his spanked bottom. She looked lustfully at it and bent down to kiss it. It felt so good to her lips! She slid her mouth along his bottom and then she stuck out her pink tongue and licked the smooth flesh, moistening the pinkness with her tongue.
"Oh, Mommy, Mommy, that feels so good!" cried Bart.
She lay down beside him and he immediately curled up in her arms, his head on her breast. He greedily put his mouth around the nipple, sucking hard on it, biting and licking it. He massaged her other breast with his hand, squeezing and kneading it as Charlene moaned with pleasure.
"My baby, my baby!" she whimpered.
Bart's tongue ran around the aureole of her breast, savoring the incestuous pleasure and joy of being a baby again.
Charlene's cunt was on fire and she craftily kept moving her naked body until she was on top of him. She blew her hot breath into his ear, sending shivers up and down his spine. Then, she felt his huge cock knocking against her moist, itching cunt.
Charlene pretended to be surprised when his cock pressed its huge thickness against her cunt.
"Bart! Your cock is pushing against my cunt! That's wicked!"
"Yes, Mommy! It is! But it feels so good! And I've always wanted to put my cock into your cunt-just like Daddy used to do to you. I've always wanted to fuck you in the cunt!"
"You naughty boy!" cried Charlene, pretending to be horrified and cleverly wriggling her body as though in protest, but really making it easier for her son's huge cock to make a deeper entrance into her moist cunt.
Bart buried his mouth onto her soft breast again, starting to suckle at the nipple and wriggling his hips so that the head of his cock could penetrate deeper into his mother's cunt.
"Oh, Bart! Bart!" moaned Charlene, trying feebly to push her son away from her breast, momentarily feeling guilty. But the motion caused his cock to penetrate her tight cunt so deep that she screamed with joy at the sudden electrifying thrill. His cock spread her cunt lips wide and the head of it went deep into her womb. She began to rotate her hips wildly, lasciviously.
"Oh, my God, your cock is killing me! It's so big! It gives me so much pleasure!"
"Mommy! Fuck me! Your cunt is so exciting! I'm fucking you just like Daddy used to do. I'm bigger and better! I'm fucking you, Mommy!"
"Shove that big prick into Mommy's cunt, baby! Fuck me! Fuck your Mommy!"
"I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you!"
"You're making me come already, baby!" screamed Charlene, her body jerking and convulsing.
"Come, Mommy, come!"
"Is my baby going to come, too?"
"I'm going to fuck you so much that you'll never want anybody else ever again!"
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me!"
Bart wriggled his naked body in a snake-like, muscular contortion, his mother's erect nipples rubbing against the few hairs he had on his chest.
Her pelvic bone banged against his and his long, thick cock suddenly became thicker and he groaned with delirious joy.
"I'm coming, Mommy! I'm coming in your cunt! Oh, Mommy! Now I don't have to dream about fucking you any more!"