Chapter 6
On Isabella Street in Evanston, the wind had picked up and the temperature had fallen sharply. In the house at 3117, however, the temperature had risen.
After Adele had glimpsed for the second time in a week at the strangely exciting sway of Martin's youthful penis and tender young balls, only this time impressed as well by the fearful size of his sexual equipment, she had raced back to her room with her heart throbbing wildly in her large matronly chest, and flung herself sobbing down on the bed. She struggled wildly to control herself, but after several agonized, torturous moments, her hand had seemed to almost unwillingly creep upward and begin rubbing soothingly at the terrible itch that had sprung to life between her legs.
"Oh ... oh, Martin...." she sobbed, her inflamed cunt getting the better of her. She had continued to rub herself there for some moments before she was finally able to bite down hard on her lower lip and blot out that terrible obscene yearning that seemed to have sprung to life out of nowhere.
Maybe I just need a cold shower, she thought desperately. It's the weather! It's got to be! What other explanation could there be for her suddenly feeling so unrelievedly sexy?
She listened for a while to the water in the shower, then suddenly it was turned off and she knew that Martin was stepping out of it and toweling down his handsome, well-turned young body. She shut her eyes tightly, clenched her fists and bit her lip very hard as her mind conjured up a vision of his softly swaying testicles as he moved the towel in and out through his genitals, his enormous penis wet and floppy but still very dangerous-looking and altogether out of place on a boy of such slender proportions.
Adele gulped and breathed heavily. She could hear him stepping out into the hall and going down to his own room. There was a soft click as the door closed. She got up from the bed and went nervously to open her bedroom door.
It was all clear to the bathroom. She went hurriedly to the bathroom, undoing her halter from behind as she went down the corridor. Perhaps there was some subconscious wish that Martin should come out just as the front of her bathing suit fell away, but certainly she was not thinking like, that at the surface level. Indeed, she was even a little fearful that he might suddenly step out into the hall.
What a relief! She jumped into the bathroom and locked the door tightly behind her, every muscle in her body shivering. Then hurriedly she got out of her bathing suit and stepped into the shower, turning water on icy cold until her teeth started chattering and her lips began turning blue. Gradually the churning in her middle-aged pussy subsided and she turned the water off and stepped from the shower again, picking up an extra-large towel and toweling herself all over.
Now it was easy to excuse herself for touching the soft hair-rimmed slit between her legs on the grounds that she was merely wiping off the water drops fastened like jewelry in her dark pubic hair. She looked at herself in the mirror ... the huge, voluminous tits so pendant and hanging, with their enormous aureoles, her long black hair which fell in a waterfall thickly down her elegantly curved back almost to the cleft in her succulent creamy buttocks ... the brillo of black hairy triangle between the stately columns of her thighs....
Adele closed her eyes and bit her lip. She struggled to keep her straying hands from toweling her pussy any further, and finally succeeded. Fortunately, the cold shower had actually had some effect, and it was not so hard as she expected to control herself now.
She wrapped the towel tightly around her magnificent voluptuous flesh and opened the bathroom door, her hair still dripping. Peeking out, she saw that Martin was not in the corridor. She stepped outside and hurried down it towards her own room-the room she shared with her husband, the husband who had helped to produce her handsome fifteen-year-old son....
"Mom," came the suddenly plaintive call from Martin's bedroom, and she paused in her tracks. "Mom...."
Her own son, who had been produced by the sperm of her husband Bob squirting up into her womb and tickling her ovaries so that nine months later a son had been produced through the hairy nest between her long legs....
"Mom."
Adele paused, gulped, and stepped backward. She inclined her beautiful head toward his door. Nothing could be heard within. "Uh-" She cleared her throat. "Uh ... what is it, Martin?"
"Ma," came his plaintive cry again. Now she couldn't help but investigate. After all, he was her son ... if something was wrong or....
She opened the door and peered inside. Martin was lying under a sheet on the bed, and he appeared to be shivering. His entire demeanor was exceedingly stiff.
"What's wrong, Martin?"
There was no answer. He was staring at the ceiling like a zombie. Alarmed, she hurried up, paused for a moment gazing down at him, then threw a blanket over his shivering form.
"Mom," he whispered suddenly, very hoarse, "Mom...."
"Yes, Martin! What's wrong!" She sat down next to him on the bed, instinctively laying her hand on his chest.
"Mom," he whimpered, "I'm cold." He suddenly shuddered from head to foot.
Adele looked around. The rest of his blankets were in the wash. In any case, if he were really suffering from the heat or something, blankets would not do him any immediate good. The body had to produce its own heat for blankets to retain it.
Thinking fast, she glanced down at the tight towel wrapped around her opulent body, so full of all the most voluptuous curves. She was meaty and rounded enough for both of them, if it came to that.
But dare she let it? This was altogether getting out of hand.
On the other hand, Martin's life had to come first before any other consideration, if he was really suffering.
Moreover, her underlying feeling told her that the whole situation allowed her the most encompassing excuse, rationale and justification for getting into bed with him. No one, not even Martin, could point at her accusingly for wanting to save her son's life if he was seriously ill.
She would only get into bed until his father came home, she told herself, and if Martin wasn't better by then they would send for Dr. Green. Thus she was able to rationalize her action computer-like as she dropped the towel grandly from around her opulent flesh, stood there just for a moment so that his shivering young eyes could glance over and swallow the enormity of her enormous mama breasts, and then lifted the covers and slipped into bed with him.
From the moment she had the sheet even a little ways up, she thought that she spied a towering erection on her handsome young son, pointing like a redwood tree through the forest of his blonde pubic hair. But she quickly pushed that into the back of her mind, rationalizing it away as a part of his fever or whatever, even half convinced that her handsome son was cursed with a perpetual hardon.
She nestled up against him as warmly as she could, trying to touch his slender form at every point with some of her warm, curvaceous meatiness. She ran her hand madly over the washboard muscles of his stomach. How she'd wanted to do that for so very long!
Martin shivered again, but not from cold....
His mother's hands ran warmly over his supple, muscular young body, warming him caressingly. Adele closed her eyes in a daze of ebullient pleasure. Her loins were all atingle. She had wanted to touch Martin's beautiful fifteen-year-old body for so long, for so very long ... she ran her hands over his lovely muscles, up to his square shoulders, across his hard, muscular boyish chest. He had such a beautiful form, she thought. His body must be like that of the ideal boy had been for the ancient Greeks. It was lithe and stringy with muscle, without an ounce of wasted fat. She loved the elegant hardness of his rippling stomach muscles. Her hand reached down to stroke his legs ... and accidentally bumped into the hard, high tower of his cock!
"Martin!" she gasped involuntarily.
The boy turned his face away, shivering again. "Don't be mad at me, Mama! I ... I can't help it!"
Almost by instinct her fingers wound around his enormous youthful penis, her lengthy, rapier-nailed fingers slipping into his fleecy blonde pubic hair. A shiver of excitement flashed thrillingly through Adele's loins. This was a hard, meaty cock, and especially remarkable for being a part of one so young. All of her reasoning power seemed to evaporate in that moment, because she realized abruptly that she had wanted all along to have a chance to explore Martin's body with her fingers ... and particularly his fascinating young cock. Bob's was a dark, hairy purple bludgeon, but Martin's was fashioned so exquisitely, it just took her breath away.
Her eyes became glazed over as she answered, "Don't let that worry you, sweet boy. That's perfectly normal. After all, Mama's a woman, you know, and you're very much a grown man."
She fingered his gigantic rod. Yes, very much a grdwn man.
She put her lips against his ear and snuggled closer to him. Her loins felt as if they were boiling savagely with itch. "Don't be ashamed, sonny boy," she breathed into his ear, drawing a thrilling tremor from his burning young body. "This is all perfectly normal ... uh, perfectly normal."
Her hand continued to stroke his hot young penis, which seemed to be the hottest part of his body. Martin could feel the wonderful warmth of her breasts, belly and thighs pressing excitingly against all of his hard edges. He was built of sharp planes and angles, and he felt as if he were going out of his mind, or dying, and didn't know what to do with himself. His entire nervous system seemed to be thrashing like a fish out of water. He had had such obscene dreams about his mother's body and now she was here, in his very bed! His nostrils flared and snorted as he considered the mammoth size of her gigantic titties ... those titties he had dreamt about for so long, and masturbated over so frequently. He loved his mother desperately ... and yet at the same time he was so ashamed, terribly, dreadfully ashamed. He had no right to feel so sexually aroused whenever he saw her, or when she touched him. It was wrong. And he knew it was wrong. Yet he couldn't help it.
The warmth of all that magnificent flesh pressing against his shivering body at every point-that opulently, huskily rounded mama-flesh he had dreamt about so often-was sheer maddening. His breath flashed hot and huskily through his widely flared nostrils. He felt as if his eyeballs were going to curl around backward in his head.
Adele felt as if she were hurtling toward some kind of explosion point. She realized now, abruptly, that she couldn't logically justify continuing to run her fingers up and down the underside of Martin's beautiful young penis, feeling all of its winding vein ridges, couldn't justify ... Her breath caught as her finger slipped over the tip of his prick and rubbed lightly, sliding into the viscid precoital fluid that was oozing from his tender young organ.
"Oh, Mama! OH!" He gripped her shoulders. Suddenly his tender young balls curled tightly up into the neck of his scrotum and his eyes bulged out. Adele felt a sort of shudder in his pelvis and then there was a great milky white pool washing up out of the head of his penis.
"Mama!" he gasped, his blue eyes staring. "Mama! OH!"
She continued to run her fingers up and down lightly along the underside of his penis. "What's wrong, Martin?" she crooned, blowing in his ear. Her loins were in such a rage as she witnessed his ecstasy, that she didn't know what to do with herself.
"Mama! I hurt! I hurt now!"
He was right. The shivering had stopped, and now there was a terrible debilitating pain in his testicles. He didn't understand it. He knew that his cock had oozed cum, yet at the same time he hadn't genuinely had an orgasm.
"Where do you hurt, dear?" she cooed, still running her fingers lightly, teasingly over his nuts and penis.
"In ... oh, Mama I can't...."
"Tell me!"
"In my balls! Mama, I hurt in my balls!"
Adele smiled at her beautiful son, vaguely hypnotized by the sheer mindless eroticism of their situation. Her hand cupped his genitals. He was beautiful and he was her son, and he might be very ill. He said that he was in pain, and he was probably suffering from what she had heard referred to in her youth euphemistically as
"passion nuts," if she knew anything about it. Her accidental touching of his hypersensitive fifteen-year-old penis had probably sparked that reaction. Certainly she wouldn't be much of a mother if she allowed him to continue in such agony, she thought, now would she? No one could fault a mother for wanting to relieve her son from pain! That was a mother's obligation, wasn't it?
She lifted the covers slowly and looked down at his elegant slender body, stroking his balls gently. Martin opened his eyes and looked at her horrified and filled with shame, her immense soft white breasts hanging almost directly in his face. His eyes fastened helplessly on one huge wrinkly rubber-eraser nipple, so nice and brown and big-and hard-surrounded by enormous palm-size aureole....
"Mama, I'm sorry," he pleaded, his face contorted with the agony of his illicit teenage lust.
She shook her head and blew gently on his face, her huge tits hanging down and smooth against his trembly firm flesh. Martin groaned as her hands moved caressingly all over his gorgeous young body. And then, filled with her rationalization for easing her handsome son's agony, she bent her head, her long, ebony black curls fanning out over his tender tanned skin, her fingers snug around the stem of his enormous youthful cock, and placed her rosy lips firmly against the soft rubbery head of Martin's penis....
"Mama!"
"Ssssh."
Her tongue flicked out and licked off the storm of ooze leaking from the head of his youthful prick. The taste was totally unlike anything she'd ever tasted before in her life. She could feel the juices flooding through the osmotic membranes in her vaginal walls in a torrent, like a bursting dam whose water was heading down a steep fall to the sea. Her loins were aflame. With her son's cum in her mouth, and tasting it in her tongue, she no longer felt able to control herself from merely following the synaptic impulses now pulsating so violently through her nervous system.
Martin groaned. As if they were magnetized, his hands were drawn to the hugeness of her motherly breasts and he pressed his fingers ecstatically into their sleek white softness. "Ooooohhhh, Mama ... oh God ... Ma...."
Her moist red lips parted slightly and slipped down her young son's rubbery glans. A flash of ecstasy waved through her loins like a flag on Decoration Day. She gave a little cry of animal pleasure as she felt the soft warmth of his aching cock at last-oh, at last! Slowly but forcefully working its way into her mouth. Her cunt was flowing copiously now and itching uncontrollably. But she didn't notice at all because everything in her was basking in the exquisite feeling of finally-finally-having her handsome fifteen-year-old son's cock in her voraciously obscene mouth.
"Oh, Mama...." came the groaning voice above her, and she felt youthful hands pressing in her long black hair. She smiled and uttered a little moan of sheer maternal pleasure and took in another inch of his thrilling hot meat. Her lips slid like melting plastic, clinging hungrily to the delicious taste of the skin of his healthy young penis. Her hand grabbed his balls and her mouth fell lower. Now there was at least four inches in her mouth, and the rest of it was heading rapidly to stuff up her throat. Her cunt was churning so fiercely now that she would have sworn that somebody was moving something around inside the pussy channel.
Her nose was just above his blonde pubic hair. She caught its heady scent and almost swooned, her head rushing down right to the base of his prick, so that all the rest of his cock was immediately rammed down to the end of her throat, gagging and choking her.
Adele sputtered momentarily, but immediately she took up a rhythmic sucking of this wonderfully delicious cock, her mouth sliding hungrily upward, then back down again, with the savage feeling in her loins escalating with each round-trip suck and making her squirm. Her nose buried in his pubic hair, sniffing at it, then her mouth clung like liquid rubber and slid all the way back up again, her tongue elongating and wrapping around his prick clingingly, licking hungrily-especially at his hypersensitive underside-all the way to the top.
My son needs me, her sex-drenched mind told her. He needs my mouth to keep his penis warm, and so that he can give up that terrible pain in his testicles. So I'm doing the right thing ... and oooohhhhh, it'ssooogood, sooodelicious....
She had some vague, primitive feeling that she was doing something that was not quite right, but at the same time her sex-depraved brain couldn't bring itself to care. All she could think of was this delicious thick penis of her beautiful son's passing in and out through the hot, wet portals of her mouth, as the walls of her mouth undulated around it and stroked it just as if his cock was inside her vagina and being caressed and fondled by it, "MA!"
She could feel his terrible straining and hear his agonized groans above her somewhere, but it was hard to concentrate on anything other than this utterly delicious young fifteen-year-old penis that she had given birth to from out of her very own cunt, which even now was dripping at the thought of getting it back inside. She licked it and lapped at it, and stroked his beautiful instrument with her loving fingers.
"Zaaaa MAMA!"
She could hear him screaming above her, and then suddenly there was an orgasmic churning in the bed, and she could see his lovely young balls draw up-and then his hips were jerking and her beautiful son was gasping out obscenities as wad after wad of burning hot white cum came splattering from the eye of his penis into her hungry motherly throat.
Ecstasy. Her loins boiled and churned as Martin jerked his way through a magnificent, wonderfully completing climax. A voice deep in her mind whispered, You won't get passion nuts now, darling. She could feel his slender, muscular hands in her hair, pressing her head down and alternately trying to pull her away, but that didn't matter. She was absolutely intent on licking off his cock and getting every last sweet drop of that pungent salty white love-juice. She wasn't about to let go. Slipping her hands under his sweet tight rump, she lifted his cock up into her throat until it was gagging her, and went delirious with happiness as it continued to spit white fluid down to her larynx.
"Mom! No! Oh my ... God, Mom! DON'T SWALLOW IT!"
But she did. Longingly, with a long, enervating sigh. Every last drop, until finally Martin had jerked his last and was settling back into the well of his own perspiration. A rash of sex-heat came out just below his throat. Her hands caressed his smooth and tight body. Adele could feel her loins boiling like a witches' cauldron; she would go out of her mind if she didn't get some satisfaction soon, she realized, nibbling and swallowing on Martin's gradually deflating penis.
At long last she took her mouth off his cock and they gazed weakly at each other, both of them drugged with sex and love.
"Mama," he whispered soulfully, reaching for one of her massive hanging tits, "I want to suck on your titties ... please.""
And that was when they noticed that Rex, their German Shepherd, had slipped in through the open door and was lying on the floor panting ... and watching them!