Chapter 3

Bernice spread her legs a little wider to give her son more room. When he lowered himself down on her body, she felt a surge of warmth hit the back of her cunt. That precious cock she had been sucking all the way home from the drive-in would now be entering her cunt. She could hardly wait.

"Hurry!" she cried out, touching his wide, tanned shoulders with her fingers. "Oh God, let me have it...hard!"

Mike was glad that he'd blown his wad twice before. Now he could take his time. Even still, just looking at the hungry urgency in his mother's eyes made his loins burn.

"Ready?" he murmured, kissing her on the mouth. "Mmmmmmmm? You ready for your little boy's big dick?"

"Yes," Bernice whispered into his throat. "God, I haven't had a good fucking in so long! You don't know how much I'm going to love this!"

She felt his massive cock head press into the slippery patch between her legs. The mere touch was electric, sending a jolt of raw pleasure all the way toward the back of her oozing canal. She thrust her hips upward, crushing their bodies together, now feeling the full size of his prod. His balls were throbbing between her thighs, vibrating with another load of cum.

"Wow, you are one hot lady," Mike said, feeling her tremble. "I...I never knew a girl who liked dick so much."

"It's been so long," Bernice whispered, raking her nails down his back to his furry ass. She sounded wistful, like one who knows life may have passed her by. "I...I don't even remember how it feels."

"Well, you're about to find out," Mike said. He lifted his ass and worked the tip of his prick into the greasy opening of her cunt. When he felt the tight lips surround his cock head, he gently eased

inward. "Here it comes;" he gasped, pushing through the tightly constricted walls.

"Ohhhh...God!" Bernice screamed out!" She felt as if she were a virgin again. He seemed even bigger than Larry had that first time. Real pain shot into her guts, melting her. "It hurts!" she cried out, throwing her head to one side. "Oh God, it hurts so good!"

"Holy...mother fuck!" Mike winced. "You've got the littlest pussy I ever fucked!"

The thought of her young son ramming his cock into a lot of girls inflamed Bernice with ecstasy. She wondered how the others handled it, how many times he had given them orgasms, what they had screamed into his mouth.

"Fuck me the best," she moaned. "Give it to your mother like you never have anyone else."

"Don't you worry, sweetheart," Mike said, now crunching the root of his enormous optic between the rim of her cunt. "I'll fuck you til you stay fucked! You won't walk right for a fucking week!"

As the pressure inside her cunt grew, Bernice didn't doubt his words for a moment. Already she felt as if her canal had been torn, was bleeding. Yet now, pleasure was dancing with pain, the twin sensations in gentle combat. Within seconds, pleasure won out.

"Mmmmmm, good!" she groaned, squeezing her fingers into his rounded, muscular ass. She

spread the tight cheeks and touched the greasy nub of his shithole. "God, you're good all over," she said, kissing his shoulder.

"OK, just hang on," Mike said, withdrawing his prod. "This is gonna be one wild ride, baby."

He had hardly gotten the words out when he hammered back in, punching his full weight between her thighs. He withdrew immediately and slammed back in.

"Take it, you cock sucking whore," he spat, grabbing for her legs. He yanked her thighs violently apart and dug his toes into the sheets. He then began banging in and out as if in a rage, his ass becoming a fleshy blur.

"Take it here! And...fucking...here! Here, bitch! Like it?"

"Ooohhhh!" Bernice wailed, now tearing her nails into his shitter, trying to push him even harder, faster inside her. She'd never known such pure ecstasy before. Every cell in her body seemed to burst with warmth.

"Fuck me just like that! God, don't stop! Don't ever stop! Fuck meeee!"

"Wow... you sure can fucking take it, can't you?" Mike panted. It seemed every time he plowed inside her she got hungrier, more passionate. And here he thought he'd been spoiled by Roxanne, who would move her ass once in while!

"Well, see if you can take this, whore!" he spat, giving her all he had.

As he fucked furiously, almost like a jack hammer, Bernice felt her orgasm sweep through her cunt.

"Poke me full of hot cream, you little bastard!" She screamed, bucking wildly beneath him, matching him stroke for stroke. "I want it all! Give me...aieeee!

Her climax was the best she'd ever had, whether her memory was good or bad. She knew that. Before, they had been more or less localized. This time, her entire body pulsated. So much, in fact, she seemed to have turned into an extension of him.

"Fuck!" she shrieked, half-sitting. She grabbed his ass even tighter, pushing her hips upward, crushing the full length of his meat inside her.

"Ohhhh...God! Fuck! Fuck! Screw me, you bastard!"

"God fucking damn!" Mike gasped. She was a tiger, an animal! And her cunt was pulling on his prick just like her throat had! And here he thought he was the big stud, fucking all these girls. Hell, he hadn't been fucked till now!

He threw his arms under hers, placing his palms on her shoulders, completely enfolding heer body in his. He then stabbed upward with his full strength, somehow managing to equal her intensity. But not for long. Soon, his cock base was throbbing as if it were on fire, or he'd been hit in the nuts with a baseball bat.

"Oh...fuck...I'm so close, I..."

"Give it to me!" his mother yelled, biting his mouth, licking her tongue over his lips, his cheeks, his chin. "Give me cum, you bull! Fuck it all to me!"

She experienced another almost blinding flash of pure ecstasy. As it built, then peaked savagely, she felt his cock head balloon, then spit the scalding fluid.

"Oh fuck...take it, you cum-sucking bitch!" Mike: growled, his body flexing, painfully. "Eat it right up your cunt and fuck it to your brains!"

Her threw himself forward beneath his huge, hulking frame and began fucking her brutally, like a sex starved animal. And each time his prick sent a tower of liquid fire into the back of her pulsating tunnel, the ache inside his balls grew worse. Only when the bulk of his climax spurted out did he get any relief. And when it did finally explode from his cum-hole, he was covered with sweat.

"Oh...Mom!" he winced, falling over her body, relaxing. He squirmed his ass around and felt the sloshing streams of jism wash back up the length of his cock, then dribble from the bottom of her slit. A few seconds later, his nuts became glued to the crack of her ass, held there by silvery, web-like strands.

"Mike, my darling, Mike!" Bernice gasped. "Mmmmm, you don't know how much your mother appreciates this. It was so good! God, I wish I was a girl again. I'd fuck you morning, noon end night!"

"You mean you're not?" Mike teased, just now getting his breath. "I'd kinda hoped we could do it all the time."

"Oh, you wouldn't want me," Bernice said. She had been so concerned with her own pleasures, she hadn't even thought about what he must have felt. Was he flattering her now? Even if he was, it was still nice to hear.

"I'm just an old woman," she added, giving him a smile.

"Let me tell you this, baby," Mike said, lifting his head and looking her in the eyes. "You're the best. And I've had a few. Shit, you're the best!"

"Maybe you're being hasty," Bernice teased. "You haven't tried everything I have to offer."

Mike looked at her closely, then lowered his eyes to her tits. He then rolled away and placed his palm over her cum-splattered pussy.

"What's left?" he asked. "You have another pussy some place?"

"Well, sort of," Bernice said. She spread her legs and thrust her fingers between her thighs. "Ever made any rear deliveries?" she asked.

"You mean, Fuck you in the ass?" Mike gasped.

"Sure," his mother said. "Ever tried it?"

"No," Mike said slowly. "I don't know any girls who'll let me."

"This girl will let you," Bernice said. "Mmmm, I'll let you do it all you want." She grasped his thick, throbbing shaft and jacked the loose foreskin over the oval head. "Mmmmmm, just so long as you do it with this big thing," she said.

"You're serious," Mike said, still wondering if she were. "I ... you'll really let me do it?"

In answer, his mother rolled to her back and got to her knees. She looked at him over her shoulder and wiggled her ass suggestively.

"Ready when you are," she said, flashing him a wicked smile.

Mike looked at the rounded ass, his eyes taking in the gentle curves, the soft contours. He then swallowed hard as he crept behind her, planting his knees between her legs.

"Oh Jesus, this is going to be so good," he whispered, touching the tender flesh.

"Just go easy at first, son," Bernice said. "That big cock might tear my asshole to pieces."

"That's what I want it to do," the boy said, now quivering with anticipation. He loaned forward and slipped his throbbing cock head into the delicate crack of her shitter. When flesh touched flesh, he gasped loudly. "God. ....so warm," he said, bending to kiss the back of her neck.

Bernice held her breath, waiting for the hard spasm of pain. Then, as the tip of his prick nudged into the puckered rim, she gave a loud, growling groan.

"Hurt?" Mike asked, freezing.

"No," she panted. "I...I mean, it hurts so good! God, stick It all the way in, you little stud. All the way in!"

Mike slipped his hands over her cheeks and spread them, giving himself a better angle. He waited for a few seconds, prolonging the agony for them both, then gently eased inside. As his meat glided through the greasy walls, he felt his balls expand, then pulsate.

"Wow...so fucking tight!" he gasped.

"Mmmmm, delicious!" his mother murmured. There had been hardly any pain at all, only a large pressure which swelled her guts. She reached under her body and grasped his dangling balls, rolling them upward. When the hairy surfaces touched her oozing cunt, she flinched. "Now...hard!" she begged. "Drive it all the way in!"

Mike withdrew slightly; then slammed fully for ward, burying the entire slab of his cock into the back of her shitter. When he felt her insides hug and suck on him like a throat, he bit into the soft flesh of her neck.

"Christ, this is perfect," he whispered, his

breath hot against her skin. "Mom, you have the best little asshole for fucking! Oh...God!"

Bernice felt herself go weak. Pleasure had now taken complete control of her body, shaking her insides. She began rocking back and forth, squirming her ass around. Soon, she adjusted to his huge size, making it easier for him to slide in and out.

"Fuck me," she whispered, squeezing his nuts, feeling the steady vibrations of a fresh load of cum. "Slam that big cock in my asshole and fuck the living shit out of me!"

"Oh, take it, you cock sucking whore," Mike grunted, now grinding in, pulling out, his moves getting quicker. "Take all of it right up your shitter and fuck it!"

As the intensity of his fucking grew, Bernice felt her pussy throb. A few seconds later, both: tunnels seemed to mesh, become one mass of writhing flesh. Her orgasm was just seconds away, and something told her it would be wonderful, perhaps even better than the ones she'd had before.

"Harder!" she panted, now moving with him, jerking her ass back each time he plunged into her. "Ram it as fast and hard as you can, you little bull-stud"

"Oh shit!" Mike moaned, suddenly realizing he couldn't hold back much longer. Already his load felt so heavy, ready to burst from his nuts. "I...I'm so fucking close!" he panted. "Christ, I wanted it to last!"

"Poke me full!" Bernice demanded, remembering the thick, gushing loads of cum that had speared into her mouth and pussy. Shove in a whole gallon, you little bastard!"

Before she had gotten the words out, she felt her insides swell as his meat expanded. She could then almost see his prod as it began to jerk, spit the scalding juices upward, through his cum-tube. When the first fiery blast showered her insides, she froze, her back arching.

"Aieeeee!" she wailed, jerking upward. She reached around and grabbed his bobbing ass, helping him to hammer harder.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she chanted, her words matching the pulsating of his cock head.

"Take it, cunt!" Mike barked, slamming against her body with wild punches. "Suck it right up your asshole, baby! All of it! Take my cum, whore!"

Bernice wondered how it was possible for his orgasm to be so thick, so plentiful. Yet, there it was, already filling her ass to overflowing, now streaming down the insides of her thighs. And the little sonofabitch was still pumping in more! Would he ever stop? She hoped not.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned, her body giving a final spasm of release. She held herself against his warm, muscular body, then fell forward, gasping

into the sheets. "God...yes," she whispered. "Mmmmmmm, yes!"

When she fell, Mike went with her, crushing his full weight over her backside. He lifted and lowered his hips for a few more times, then fully relaxed, panting against her shoulder.

"Oh Mom," he whispered. "Let's stay like this all night. Don't move at all. I want to go to sleep, just like this. Mmmmm, with my dick inside you and fucking andd..."

His voice trailed off to a murmur as he closed his eyes, exhaustion setting in. Finally, he dropped off to a happy, dreamless sleep, his cock slowly wilting, easing out of her shitter.

As Bernice lay beneath him, her own passions spent, she had time to think about what had happened. Was it something that would have taken place eventually, or had she forced it? She searched her mind, ready to encounter the horrible guilt. She had, after all, seduced her own son.

Perhaps it was bad, she didn't know. Still, she hadn't used a lead pipe, she reasoned. And it wasn't like she was doing it to her whole family. Just Mike.

After all, there were Brian and Gary and Tammy. She wouldn't dream of touching them. Wouldn't even dream of it!

Moments later, she fell in a deep sleep as she dreamed those exact thoughts.

CHAPTER FOUR'

The morning light brought guilt and shame for Bernice, and it was with the greatest difficulty that she could even function. Breakfast had been a nightmare. While Brian, Gary and Tammy chatted easily, as they did on a Saturday morning, Mike seemed intent on making everything into a sexual comment, to have a double meaning. She was afraid even to look at him.

She almost crowed with relief when Tammy went to see a girl friend and Gary and Mike went to play ping pong at the recreation center, two blacks away. That left her with only Brian, the eighteen-year-old. It was his day to mow the grass, and he was now in the backyard dressed only in cut-offs, behind the mower, his firm body glistening in the late morning sun.

She watched from the back window, again reliving each moment of the night before, her guilt intensifying. She simply had to talk to someone. Anyone! Even Brian, perhaps. He had a head on his shoulders. Well, that's not all he had, she thought, looking at his body with a careful glance as be moved the mower closer. He looked like a Greek god, all blond and tanned, his thick muscles forming hard angles on his six-foot frame.

It's thoughts like that that got me where I am! She warned herself.

Still, he certainly looked good.

"Boy, it's hot out there." he said, coming in a few moments later. "Anything to drink?" As he talked, he fumbled in the refrigerator and took out the milk carton. He almost drained the contents in one gulp. Some of the milky fluid dripped from the corners of his mouth. "Whew! That sure hits the spot," he said, replacing the carton.

"Can I talk to you, Brian?" Bernice began, now afraid to look at his body, choosing to gaze into his dark-blue eyes. "It's something that has me worried."

"Shoot," the. boy said, sitting down opposite her. "I'd rather stay in here where it's cool anyway."

Bernice took a deep breath, then looked down at her coffee cup. She began explaining what had happened the night before, saying the words almost in a sing-song fashion. As she heard herself speak, she hardly recognized her own voice. And the story, itself, seemed oddly disjointed.

"OK, I'll bite," Brian said, grinning. "What's the punch line?" Her and Mike fucking? Ridiculous! "Well?"

"It's true," she said. "And I feel terrible!"

"Wow, you mean ... you and that little fart really..."

"Yes," she said, then burst into tears. "Oh God, what am I going to do?"

"Hey, Mom, it's OK," the older boy said. He stood and walked around the table. He touched her shoulders, then pulled her into his arms, embracing her warmly. "It'll work out," he cooed in her ear. "Nothing's so bad it can't be fixed."

Another flash of guilt hit her. Had she told him, then cried, just to get near him like this? His body was firm, sweaty, deliciously heady, engulfing her like a muscular blanket. His crotch was thick, pushing into hers.

"I'm terrible!" she cried out.

"Now tell me, why are you terrible?" Brian said,

kissing her cheek. "You're my mom and you're terrific." He squeezed his arms around her a little harder. "Now tell me. Why do you really think you're so terrible?"

"I'm terrible, because.... because, I'd like to do the same thing to you," she spluttered, wondering where she'd gotten the courage to utter those words.

"Same thing to me?" Brian repeated, as if by rote, like her words were foreign. "You ... you and me?" he said finally, pulling back.

"I told you I was terrible!" she cried. "Oh God, what's wrong with me!"

"There's nothing wrong with you," Brian said. "You're just a horny lady, that's all." He kissed her again, his act tender, loving. "And as soon as you get yourself a steady man..."

"I don't want a steady man," she said. "I want..."

"Well, until you do get that steady man, and believe me, you will, we'll take care of you," the boy said. "But be sure and get rid of that guilt."

"How can I?" she asked, her voice desperate. "When I want my own sons!"

"Well, have you ever thought that your own sons might want you?" he said, a strange look in his eye. "Like I said," he added with a chuckle, "I'll do anything to keep from mowing that lawn."

Before she knew what was happening, he lifted her in his sweaty arms and carried her through the double doors that led to the bedrooms. He then entered her bedroom and lowered her down on the bed. Without saying a word, he shucked out of his shorts, then stood before her.

"Still want me?" he asked. "Or should I shower first?"

Bernice couldn't believe this was happening! She honestly wanted to think that she confessed to him so he could help her. He was now adding to her guilt! And he stood there, almost mocking, arrogant. Calling her bluff!

"Yes--I want you," she said, her words spasms of pain. "God, yes, I want you!"

As he lowered himself down on her, she felt her heart skip a beat. At that moment, she had never seen a more handsome man in her life. Not only was he muscular, god-like, but his angular face was perfect, not a flaw anywhere. His blue eyes were piercing, eager. His sculptured chest was hairless, almost like golden-brown marble. His cock, however, was the most beautiful thing about him. It was thick and long, longer even than Mike's--richly veined, the large, oval-shaped head glistening.

"Oh Brian, help me!" she pleaded, making one last effort for sanity. "Please!"

"I'll help you get that little pussy to throbbing," her son said, lowering his mouth down on hers. He thrust his tongue between her 11ps, then bit her lower lip. "Mmmmmm, and I'll bet it throbs to beat sixty," he murmured, his hands pulling at her clothes.

When she was fully naked, he began kissing her, his passion mounting. He had always thought his mother was damned attractive, but until now, he hadn't realized just how much. Her body was firm and ripe, soft to his touch, and those tits God, a girl of eighteen should have them! They were full, pointed, burning against his chest, like stabbing knives. Her smoldering cunt, fringed with corn- colored hair was damp, hotter than anything he'd imagined. He knew his father was pretty much of an idiot, but to leave her? God, he was a dope!

"So my little brother was the first to dip into this little pussy?" he said, sliding his mouth over her chin to the hollow of her throat. "Lucky little bastard."

"We...we can stop," Bernice said, her voice pained. "If we stop now, we can..."

"We can't stop, you know that," Brian said, his voice husky with pleasure. "I don't want to, and neither do you. You want my cock, don't you, Mom? Say it. You want my cock."

"Yessss!" she hissed, clawing at his back, feeling her mind almost snap with ecstasy. "Oh...God...I want your cock!"

"And I want this little cunt to fuck," Brian said,

moving his hands down her sides. When he touched her oozing mound, he lowered his face to her tits, taking the rubbery nipples between his teeth. "Mmmmm, I want your pussy....and I want to eat your tits," he gurgled.

"Fuck me! Suck me!" She begged, squirming beneath him, grabbing for his ass. "Oh, sweet Christ...do it! Do it to me...now, you bastard!"

She pressed her fingers into the taut flesh of his ass cheeks, then stabbed into the crack. When her nails raked over the greasy bud of his shitter, she heaved her body upward, feeling her pussy lips kiss the underside of his prick. The mere touch was enough to cause her to jerk with anguish and hot desire.

"Jesus!" the boy gasped. "Looks like it might take Mike and me both to keep you satisfied. You're a hot little bitch in heat, you know that?"

"I .....I know I want you to fuck me," Bernice groaned. "God, I want it so bad I can taste it!"

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Brian pinned. "When I finish reaming out your little cunt, you're gonna do exactly that. Gonna taste every fucking drop."

As he said the last word, he lifted his ass, then grasped his cock with his right hand. Carefully, he aimed the tip of it into the steaming mound of cunt, piercing the delicate rim. Gently, he eased inside, stretching the fluttering walls apart.

"Ahhh...so tight!" he grunted. "Why didn't you tell me your pussy was this good? I'd have been fucking it long before now."

As he penetrated her fully, Bernice's mind swept over the past. Here was her own flesh and blood, her own son, thrusting his meat inside her. God, she had changed his diapers, taught him to walk, saw him through all kinds of childhood disasters. Never in a million years, when she had sat holding him, reading him bedtime stories, had she dreamed he'd be fucking her! Those same feet that were now rubbing her ankles had once kicked inside her swollen belly!

"Oh....Brian!" she cried, feeling the room spin. Just how depraved could she get? Was there no limit? "Fuck me!" She screamed, clawing harder at his ass. "Fuck your mother, you mother fucker!"

"I will, baby," her son said, moving his mouth back and forth over her tits. "Mmmmm, gonna fuck and suck you all day long."

He began plunging in and out rhythmically, his body tightening. Each stroke filled them both with greater passion, greater urgency. Soon, when he could stand the horrible aches in his balls no longer, he started slamming into her hole with his full strength.

"Take it, bitch!" he growled. "Goddamn you, take my cock and eat it up to your brains! Gonna fuck you... unhhhh!"

Bernice worked with him as he reached full momentum, his ass slapping up and down in a blur. She pumped her hips, and thrust her fingertips into his shitter.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she panted, her face contorting with anguish. She lowered her head and pulled the blond strands of hair between her teeth. Her orgasm was just a few seconds away.

"Give it to me.... now!" she screamed.

When the thundering spasms drilled up and down her cunt, she froze for a second, then began threshing wildly beneath him. She couldn't seem to get enough, and every time she felt his cock slam into her cunt, the itch only grew more horrible. Finally, she was quivering all over, her excitement peaking, growing savage.

"Oh... shit!" Brian gasped, now feeling her pussy suck on his meat furiously. He couldn't have held back now if his life depended on it! "I'm.

I'm blowing my fucking load, baby!" he winced, flexing every muscle in his body.

"Yesss!" Bernice screamed, feeling his prod stiffen, squeeze her guts even further apart. Then, as it exploded, sending a shower of warmth into her canal, she experienced one, long storm of raw, ultimate release. "Ohhhh!" she shrieked, biting her lips until she tasted blood.

"Unh! Take it, cock sucker!" Brian panted, chewing hungrily over her tits, emptying more of his climax into her churning pussy. "Take every fucking drop, bitch!"

Bernice couldn't believe the intensity of his climax. He seemed not only to be fucking with his cock, but every particle of his body. And each delicious load of cum made her more aware of how pleasure was infecting them both. She had another flashing climax, constricting her insides.

"Ohhhh!" she cried out, jerking upward "Give me all of you," she said, her voice barely audible, a rasp. "Dick me good, you bastard!"

Brian punched in the last of his boiling juices, then fell over her body, moving his face back against hers. With his mouth slack, he pressed down on her, lips, letting his tongue slide between her teeth.

"You feel bad about that?" he said, feeling her heart pound against his. "When it feels this fucking good?"

"Oh...I don't know," Bernice said. "When I'm alone, I know what we're doing is wrong, but when I'm like this I don't care! All I can think of is cock! Mmmmmmm, big cock like this!"

They lay molded together for several long moments, waiting for their pleasures to subside. Finally, Brian pulled away and looked at her, his eyes laughing.

"Any regrets?" he asked, stroking her tits. "I know I don't have any."

"None," Bernice lied.

"Then let's make this an all-day party," he said, again lowering his face down on her tits. "We'll fuck and fuck and fuck!"

"I wish I could be so carefree about it, like you," Bernice said wistfully. "Like all of the kids today."

"Why don't you try?" Brian murmured. "Earlier you said you wanted it so bad you could taste it. You meant that, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Then taste it," he said, taking her hand and placing it over his rock-hard cock. "Taste your son, cock sucker. Taste him real, real good."