Chapter 9
When Jean awoke the next morning to the yellow sunlight pouring through the window of her room, the warm naked male body seemed so natural lying there beneath the covers beside her that she hardly even stopped to question why he was there. But the fact that he was there seemed hardly a reflection on her own already tainted character. For at least her letting him sleep with her instead of sending him to his own room had not been prompted by the incestuous motherly lust that had led to what happened before.
After her moral fiber had been so weakened by alcohol that she was driven to suck the penis of her own innocent fourteen-year-old son, Jean had taken a short nap, and Stephan had remained naked in bed beside her. Then she'd awakened, kissed him and told him how wonderful he was, meaning every word she said, and she got up and cooked them both a good dinner. They watched television for a while, though that was not what either of them really had on their minds. Then she had announced that it was time for bed. Stephan had been completely rested and rejuvenated from his previous exertion and in spite of his rousing ejaculation into her mouth, he was more than ready for another round. But enough was enough, and though Jean had not even achieved an orgasm on a sexual level-she had experienced a kind of emotional release in the selfless sacrifice of her body and mouth to her son-something made her feel compelled to deny herself. And in that sense it became a further act of self-sacrifice when she consented to let Stephan share her bed just because, as he'd said, "he wanted to be with her".
Now, next morning, sighing happily, Jean snuggled her warm breasts against her still sleeping son. She let her face sink heavily into the softness of her pillow. Her arm went around him and she hugged him in his sleep tightly to her and closed her eyes. Moments later she was asleep again. Later, she awoke to what was probably the most unusual experience she'd known in her whole life.
The tickling seemed at first to come from far away, a gentle wet teasing that, in her blurred slumber, caressed not only her whole body but her whole being itself. Gradually, as the weird sensation forced her almost unwillingly to consciousness, the strange titillation sharpened into focus. Then suddenly she opened her eyes with a yelp, almost paralyzed with shock and surprise at the strange tingling sensation she experienced down in her loins and clitoris and at the strange slurping noises that issued up from the nearly shapeless hump she perceived there beneath the sheet, knelt over her own prone and defenseless body.
It was probably a question of too much information being fed in for her mind to computerize and act on at once, for somehow she didn't immediately associate the strange feeling she experienced between her already wide-spread thighs with the still unidentified form beneath the sheets. And she connected neither of those phenomena with the cozy memory that her son had spent the night beside her. like a movie heroine who awakens in the middle of the night to the chilling realization that her man has abandoned her in favor of adventure, danger, death or maybe another woman, and who slaps the empty place beside herself in bed as though she expects to find him there, Jean reached over to touch the still warm place next to her where her little Stevie had lain. Then a low gasp emitted from her throat as she felt a moistly burning object trailing slowly all the way up the sensitive length of her naked and lewdly spread cuntal slit. She heard a soft grunting between her thighs. In sudden near-panic she tossed the sheet off her body.
Her own son knelt nakedly between her widely parted thighs, his red-flushed face buried deep into the soft furrows of her forbidden loins. Her whole cunt was completely exposed to his leering young gaze by the outspread frog-like position of her legs. His breath was blowing hotly down on her clitoris, and as she peered between the voluptuous mounds of her naked breasts and down across the smoothness of her belly to his face, she could see that his cheeks glistened with a lewd coating of her own freely flowing cuntal lubrication. The teenaged boy's eyes were wide and fascinated as he beheld the delicious inner secrets of her most intimate depths. He didn't appear to have a very clear idea what he was doing, but it was evident he was doing his best. Then, realizing that his mother had awakened, he peered sheepishly up at her surprised face and explained, "I felt like I cheated you last night. I know this was what you wanted me to do, so I thought I'd try to make it up to you this morning."
If he had used any other approach but that, if he'd given any slight warning before he began, Jean was sure she would have pushed him away, forbidding him to perform this shocking act of cunnilingus at his raw and tender age. But he was already in the midst of the act, his tongue flicking like a lash of fire over her already lustfully swollen little clitoris and digging limberly up into her succulent little cunt-slit itself. His elbows were squarely positioned to hold her thighs spread apart, and the wanton tremors of excitement the genital-oral titillation sent coursing out over Jean's nakedly goose-bumped flesh combined with the flood of loving motherly emotion and gratitude at his show of affection made it impossible for her to offer the slightest resistance.
And besides that, she had no will to resist. It was all she could do just to lie still and submit to the maddening oral assault on her quivering loins. As consciousness returned completely, a low squeal of lust-tortured delight rose in the aroused young widow's throat, and in a sudden compulsion to make Stephan's demonstration of filial affection even easier to perform she jackknifed her knees up to the soft round cushions of her breasts to completely spread open the soft black-haired plane of her cunt to his lips and view, her hands going down to his shoulders and neck to urge his face even deeper between her thighs in encouragement.
"God!" she heard the mature muffled groan come echoing up from her loins. "Your pussy is beautiful. I never dreamed a pussy could be like this. Oh Mother!"
"Oh Stevie," Jean purred back in response. She was awake now, but she was functioning on a dream-state level of consciousness that released her from the responsibility of considering the moral aspects of what was taking place. She never even bothered to ask herself if she was doing wrong by letting Stephan do this to her. She wanted him to do it; it felt so good. It felt better than anything she had ever known in her life, and her whole body writhed in gentle undulations as the boy rapidly gained experience from trial and error and began to really tongue-fuck her cunt in earnest.
"Oh! Oooooh yessss!" she moaned. She felt as if she'd been waiting for this all her life and shock after shock of electrically titillating sensation surged through her loins as he closed his teeth gently over her twitching little clitoris, biting down so hard on the tiny bud she gasped aloud.
Stephen sucked the miniature phallus-like protrusion hungrily into his mouth, his teeth clinging to it as tightly as a dog's to a bone while his lashing tongue worked over and around the nerve-end tip, stroking it wetly in lust-provoking little circles. Beneath him Jean began to grind her buttocks in a wildly humping motion on the bed, flailing her head from side to side in complete abandon as her son's mouth opened wide and he moved the slavering limberness of his darting tongue back downward along the smoothly heated crevice of her hair-fringed cunt.
From then on the attack was swift and uninhibited. His tongue went straight up into the tightly clinging little opening of his mother's already gushing cunt, and without further hesitation he began an oral simulation of his best conception of the act of fucking itself. He drove his tongue swiftly in and out of her alternately dilated and clasping inner flesh, his wanton assault prompting a stream of unintelligible pleadings and whimperings to pour from deep in her throat as he mercilessly swirled and flicked his slashing tongue deep up inside the velvety interior of her loins. The young boy waited until her cries of submission had reached a pitch of insanity.
Then he moved.
Jean opened her eyes, staring up in shock and confusion as Stephan pulled his head suddenly out from between her thighs and left only a deeply burning frustration where his tenderly caressing tongue had been. For a minute she couldn't even grasp what was happening, but when she saw her son, crouching on his knees between her still-parted thighs, his hand moving up to wipe the mingled saliva and cunt-juice from his cheeks as he looked hungrily down at her waiting body, she thought she knew even before he said:
"I want to make love to you mother. I want to fuck you."
Jean's gaze dropped to the pulsing erection of his young rigid cock looming up from his almost hairless loins. Her own hand moved down her body to cover the warm soft place where his face had lain in the hope she could temporarily quench the outrageous fires of untamed desire sweeping wildly through her loins.
"But we can't do that, Stevie. We're mother and son."
"If we can do what we've already done, we can do that too."
There was, she had to admit, a certain amount of common sense in that. And anyway, aroused to the fiery pitch she was, she didn't know how she could have stopped him if she'd wanted to. She couldn't stay like she was. It was a dirty, calculating trick he'd played on her, but he must have known that this was the way he could get her excited enough that she wouldn't have the strength or will to resist. But even at that he wasn't going to give her a chance to gather her strength. As Jean floundered nakedly in the throes of womanly indecision, torn between her confounding want and a last shredded remnant of horrified morality, her excited young son made his move, dropping suddenly forward to a prone position on her body, lowering his face to her breasts and taking one of her tinglingly swollen nipples hungrily into his mouth, even as he lowered his own hips down between her sensuously parted thighs.
Now it was too late to stop him and Jean gasped down into his ear, her hungry pelvis beginning to swivel in anticipation as she felt the rigid male hardness of his burning cock press threateningly up between her legs. She lifted her satiny amber thighs and entwined them about his hips, pressing her softly-haired pubic mound against him with a teasing undulating motion. Then as he moved upward on her body, she greedily welcomed him to her until the length of his insistent boyish cock was prodding directly up against her cunt.
Jean gasped for breath, her pelvis churning hungrily upward in a premature fucking motion. She wriggled up on the bed until she felt Stephan's lust-bloated cock lurch uncontrollably, exerting even greater pressure on the flushed entrance of her yearning vaginal orifice. Then she pulled his face to hers, smothering kisses over his lips and cheeks, spewing out her final utterance of surrender:
"Yes Steve! Do it to me! Do it to me now! Fuck me!"
Stephan was more than ready. His twitching cock felt as if it were a loaded rocket pointed straight up to the hair-fringed softness of his mother's cunt-lips, and her obscene writhing motions were almost more than he could stand. His throbbing cock-head was jammed hard against the furry warmth of her vagina and her hands played down over his buttocks, her fingertip moving into the crack of his ass to urge him even closer to the shattering entry that was to come. But for some reason it didn't seem to fit. He knew he had his cock-head up against her pussy, but he still hadn't quite found the hole.
Then a sigh of relief escaped Stephan's throat as his mother reached down between their bodies to take hold of his slender boyish cock in her hand.-"Yeah," he grunted, hunching forward again. "Put it in for me, Mom."
A moment later he felt an enveloping wetness seem to cover like honey and melted butter over his sensitive cock-tip. A low groan of submission escaped his mother's throat as she released her grasp on Stephan's surging male hardness. Then again her hands were on his buttocks, pulling him even more forcibly to her. With a gasp of wild conquest, Steve lunged his narrow hips with all his might against his mother's frantically squirming loins. He heard her breath escape as if she'd been hit in the stomach as his bulbous cock-head wedged itself up between her tightly resisting cunt-lips. And as she quivered in tension beneath him, he increased his bludgeoning pressure until the straining hardness of his pulsing cock forced its way slowly deeper, pushing away the last clinging remnants of resistance as if burrowed up into the moistly heated depths of her loins.
The lewdly shocking penetration seemed to go on for a small eternity, filling her endlessly as she lay quivering in the raw and tantalizing promise of release. At last she sighed and sank back on the bed, an exquisite feeling of warmth and inner satisfaction coming over her as Stephan's rigid young penis sank up into her cunt to the very hilt.
"Oooooh yes, baby, yessss," she purred, stroking softly over his back and buttocks as she held him far up inside her loins. Her beautiful mouth was loose and panting and she had a wide-eyed, wild-eyed, dazed animal look on her face. Her thighs scissored softly open and closed, her head flailed gently from side to side on the pillow, her hands clasped tighter to his buttocks as though to pull him even deeper up into her already obscenely skewered cunt. She was lost in the strange deluge of her unspent motherly passion, and she tightened her secret inner cunt-muscles warmly around Stephan's completely buried cock, purring in his ears in a voice that sounded hardly like her own:
"Now fuck me, Stevie. Fuck me until I die."
Stephan blinked, wondering if in her craziness she might be halfway serious. But that was the last thing he was worried about now. He'd gotten a woman, gotten his cock inside her cunt ... and the woman he was fucking was his own mother! All he could think about right now were the wonderful new sensations of the caressing of her cock-hungry pussy on the shaft of his flexing penis.
Then, as Jean's lips again lovingly sought out her young son's mouth, Stephan cautiously began to move. He lifted his buttocks awkwardly upward, feeling her warm inner flesh seem to close around his rock-hard cock, making it seem almost impossible for him to draw it out. And after he had pulled back, leaving only his pulsing young cock-head inside her streaming sheath, he lowered his buttocks slowly downwards again, hanging on for dear life as he felt her sucking inner muscles trying to draw him deep up into her, swallowing all of his cock and his sperm-bloated balls. Gradually, as he began to catch on, he increased the length and tempo of his impaling strokes.
The teenaged boy couldn't contain his own little whines of excitement as he began to buck his hips harder and fuck farther and deeper up into his mother's urgently squirming loins. He was panting heavily, perspiring profusely, and he savored the lingering copper penny-like taste of her vibrantly warm cunt juices in his mouth. His whole young body was trembling as he levered himself up on his elbows and stared down between his mother's squirming breasts at the sight of his juice-slickened cock-shaft pistoning in and out of the coral-hued slit of her hair-fringed cunt. And as he watched her joggling breasts beneath his face and gaped at the wet pink lips of her open-splayed cunt, his strong young chest almost burst with the thrill of possession. She was his! She was all his; all his mother's lovely surrendered and responding body was his to do with as he wished. She was submissively giving herself up to him completely, to be fucked without complaint, and the fact that it was his own mother instead of just any girl he could have met on the street made the thrill of his total conquest only that much more exciting.
Beneath him, Jean's raven-black eyes opened and closed in dazed and exquisite passion, and even in his own excitement Stephan wondered fleetingly if maybe he was hurting her. It seemed he was fucking into her so deep, all the way up to somewhere behind her navel, and the sounds she was making did sound like cries of pain. But, at this point, he didn't care; he couldn't have stopped if he'd wanted to, and, anyway, her cries sounded very much the same as the cries he'd heard when he was licking her succulent pussy.
"Oh yes, Stevie, yes! Fuck me like that, fuck me like that!" Jean whimpered as if she'd read his mind and wanted to free him from his concern. Then she groaned lecherously and shoved her pelvis up in a whirlingly rotating motion to meet his hard-thrusting strokes. By now her own loins and belly were a burning cauldron of lustfully seething sensations, and she felt as though in this ultimate act of surrender to her son, she was sinking finally and forever into a netherworld of perverted pleasure, of sin and degradation, a depraved and terrible pit from which she could never escape.
But right now the lusting young mother could not bring herself to feel the slightest remorse for her unspeakable offense. The deliciously frenzied movements of her son's turgid young cock jackhammering in and out of her lewdly stretched cunt impelled her closer and closer to the orgasm she'd missed last night, and she sensed that when she finally reached her ecstatic climax, it would probably tear her apart. God, her boy was so much like his father, gentle and violent at the same time, loving and domineering, handsome, as in love with her as she was in love with him. It was so good, so wonderful, and her eyelids fluttered as she twisted and writhed beneath him, lost in the frenzied intensity of her ever-mounting excitement as she held his punishing cock tightly clenched in the most secret crevices of her welcoming cunt.
Stephan felt the last of his own tenuous self-control slipping away. He knew that any moment he was going to shoot off right up inside his mother's cunt, and he felt that if he didn't his balls would blow apart. Then his muscles tensed and he moved suddenly into a series of longer and even more swiftly plunging strokes. He drew his pulsing hot rod of flesh almost all the way out of her vagina on the back-stroke and then sent it ramming back up into her to the hilt. He felt his balls slapping against the little puckered hole of her anus with his every lunge, and she thrashed even more rampantly beneath him in her own wanton animalistic response.
Jean's voluptuous writhing incited her young son, sweeping all else from his mind but the mad whirlwind of lust that drove him. The wet smack of his hips thudding against her upturned pelvis was growing louder by the minute, and he knew from her own wild humping movements and from the tormented moans welling ceaselessly from her throat she was going to cum any minute too.
Almost at that moment Jean had already begun to feel the first waves of the long-awaited orgasm surging throughout her body. As the intensity of her deep inner spasms increased, she wrapped her arms and legs even tighter around her son's pumping body, her hands grasping his buttocks to pull him even harder into her up-bucking loins. The straining springs of the bed squeaked in time to the two incestuous lovers' wildly bouncing movements, building to a crescendo as the last of their control gave way.
Suddenly Jean's body began to quiver in spasmodic contortions and a passionate glow brightened her face as her head flailed from side to side on the pillow. "Oh! I'm cumming. Steve! I'm cumminnnnggg."
Her sobbing moan rose to a breathless sigh of ecstasy. Her body stiffened and twitched in passion, her female fluids gushing wildly from her rippling loins to drown her son's impaling member in their moist and sticky warmth.
At the same instant Stephan felt his own climax suddenly burst up from the depths of his cum-bloated testicles. He jammed his heavily loaded cock all the way to the hilt up into the hotly contracting tightness of his mother's pussy, feeling his sperm erupt deep into her widely stretched vagina to mix deliciously with the juices of her own shattering and spasmodic release. Together they bucked and pounded themselves to spent exhaustion. Then he sank heavily on top of her, his mother hugging him lovingly to her breasts, showering kisses of gratitude on his face.
They lay like that for a long time before Steve withdrew his deflated member and slipped from between his half-sleeping mother's loins. She opened her eyes just as he went out the door. She lay waiting in curious apprehension until he returned, several minutes later. In his arms was a tray of coffee with sugar and cream.
"Breakfast in bed," he said brightly. "See," he explained, "now I'm the man of the house."