Chapter 1
The moment that Darlene Jameson observed her son Raymond getting out of a cab by the curb in front of their beautiful Beverly Hills' estate, a big smile spread itself across her entire face.
Darlene had just finished sunning herself at the back yard pool. At forty-one she was as perfectly preserved as a woman could be. She visited a health spa at least twice a week, played a good deal of tennis in the family back yard tennis court and made it a point to swim each and every day.
She stood at the front door in her glittering gold bikini, which matched the radiant color of her sparkling hair. It always made her feel good to observe much younger men staring at her with passionate lust. The lust would turn to envy whenever she would be in the presence of her husband, Chuck, a dynamic, highly successful television producer who was now in New York negotiating the opening of a new television series.
As her son Raymond walked toward the door, she observed that her heart was beating more quickly than usual. It had been several months since she had seen Raymond, who was attending college in the mid-West.
She opened the door for him, beaming a happy smile.
"Welcome home, son," she said, throwing her arms around Raymond.
She detected one perceptible difference, however, between throwing her arms around him then and on other occasions. He had matured a good deal during his sophomore year of college, and she felt something of an unmistakable tingle as she let her lips plunge against his. The kiss was more spontaneously forceful than the kind she was accustomed to delivering to his lips under normal circumstances. She attempted to dismiss the whole thing, telling herself that she was excited only because of the fact that he had been away for quite some time. But down deep she wondered. She was concerned about whether she could actually be sexually excited concerning her own son.
As she released her lips from his, Raymond looked at his mother with great pride.
"You're still the most beautiful woman in Beverly Hills, or anywhere else for that matter," he said.
"You're such a sweetheart to say that, dear, even though you know it isn't true."
"I mean it. Just look at you standing there in that bikini. You know, during the last month it was kind of warm at school, and a lot of the gals were using the swimming pool. I got a look at plenty of bodies, and I've got to honestly say that none of them were as good as yours."
"You just didn't look close enough," she teased.
"I really mean it," he said. "It's so great to be home, mom."
"It's so great to have you, dear."
Darlene had not related well to her husband sexually for quite some time. She had found herself in a terrible dilemma. And a physically aggressive woman by nature, she was oversexed and needed a good deal of sex activity in order to keep her satisfied. But she wasn't getting it, and furthermore, she did not want to run the risk of tearing her marriage asunder. For that reason she would not even consider the possibility of playing around, even though she had been tempted by a number of handsome men, who had let her know in no uncertain terms that they would be more than willing to have sex with her.
"So where's dad? Out of town on another one of his jaunts?" Raymond asked.
"That's right, dear. He's in New York. How did you guess?"
"He really travels around a lot. It's almost like he's Secretary of State."
"I've noticed that, too."
"But you just look great, mom. You never looked better."
"You know, you look pretty good yourself, Raymond. You're really getting handsome. I'll bet that the girls are just breaking down the door to get to you."
"I've done okay in that respect," he grinned timidly, "but I guess certain other guys have, too."
"I mean it. You look so very handsome. I'm really proud of you. Can I get you anything to eat or drink, son?"
"No thanks. I had plenty to eat on the plane back.-They served champagne, too."
"That's nice."
Darlene sat down demurely on the sofa. Her son, a lump in his throat, sat down next to her.
They looked at each other long and hard. As they exchanged a lengthy glance, they could feel the shock waves of sexual electricity circulating through them. Rather than making them feel comfortable, the shock waves produced fear within each of them. They could hardly comprehend the magnitude of what was taking place inside them. Here they were, mother and son, and fate had drawn them closely together under these circumstances.
The servants were out of the house, and would not return until early that evening, when Raymond had been expected. But he had caught an earlier plane for Los Angeles, and as a result they had several stolen hours together in which no one else would be in the house. Even though they did not comment to that effect, they both were aware of their freedom, and the fact they needed some sexual stimulation.
For Darlene it had been a long time since she had been involved in a beautiful sex experience. As for Raymond, he too felt the hunger building within him. Even though a number of his friends in college were scoring repeatedly with young women, Raymond was more selective. Unless a woman was particularly outstanding and beautiful in his estimation, he was never that eager about being drawn into a sexual encounter.
At this point in time the hungers were mounting within him as he looked at his mother. She was overpoweringly lovely as she sat on the edge of the sofa, clad in her bright golden bikini. Her body was glistening brown from the days of the warm June sunshine, and as she continued to sit there, she nervously reached out with her tongue and began to lick her thick, sensuous red lips.
His penis hardened rapidly and Raymond slid his body over toward hers. The next thing he knew he was reaching out with both hands and grabbing her left hand, which he held onto ever so firmly.
"You look so beautiful," he sighed. "I've got to kiss you."
Darlene said nothing. One side of her wanted to stop her son before it was too late. Instinctively she knew that if they exchanged just one kiss, their relationship would proceed rapidly forward.
But Darlene felt powerless to hold her son off. She said nothing, and as she observed him moving his puckered lips toward hers, she offered not one iota of resistance. She puckered her own lips, closed her eyes and sighed as his lips pressed firmly against hers.
While he allowed his lips to continue to plunge against hers, Raymond reached out behind Darlene and let his fingers move up and down her firm, warm back. As he touched her skin, he became that much more aroused, desiring badly to go all the way with her. By that point in time his penis was standing proud and tall. It couldn't have been any bigger or more eager for some dramatic excitement.
His next move was to remove his lips from his mother's. He reached out sharply with his long red tongue, which trembled as he pushed it toward her open mouth.
"I want to shove my tongue inside your mouth," he sighed.
"Oh, honey. This seems all wrong. After all, I am your mother."
"Not right now," Raymond shook his head. "You're my lover. I know how bad you need this, mom. I'm no fool. I can see that you and dad have been apart in a lot of ways for quite some time. Oh, you still like each other and have a certain respect for each other, but you don't have that passionate love for each other that you used to have. I can just see it."
"I hate to have to concede that you're right, but why fool you. You're so right, darling."
Raymond slipped his tongue inside his mother's mouth. As the tongues connected, they both felt additional shock waves of excitement shooting through their supercharged bodies.
Their bodies trembled, moving from side to side as Raymond kept on projecting his tongue, driving it in a whirlpool of frenzied excitement against his mother's hot red tongue.
As the two tongues continued to swirl and move with magnetic excitement against each other, Raymond's heart began to pound even more quickly. He knew now that he wouldn't be able to stop. His mother had been absolutely correct in saying that they were moving into dangerous grounds. But at that point he really didn't care. All he knew was that he needed to still the sexual fires within him that were burning at such a tremendous level.
Once that he satisfactorily exercised his tongue, working it quickly against his mother's, Raymond released it from her mouth. He reached out behind her, his fingers trembling. He was still a little unsure of himself, but he wasn't about to let up at that point, much less give up. Now that he had her in such a great state of excitement, he would follow through. He would not stop until he had achieved exhilarating sexual climax.
Raymond undid his mother's bikini top, quickly removing it. As he tossed it on the rug, he observed her sparkling white breasts and pink nipples very carefully. He liked the firm, hard look of her breasts. But yet the skin appeared to be extremely smooth. He looked forward to reaching out and touching her warm breasts.
"Damned but you've got a set of ripe melons," he grinned. "You're really built, mom. I want to reach out and touch you there. I want to touch your hot tits."
"Go ahead, baby. I guess it's too late to start objecting to anything by now. Who would I be fooling anyway? Not even myself. I know how excited I am about you. Why kid? I'd only be torturing myself now, baby. I feel so hot, oh, I'm on fire in my pussy, darling."
"I'm very happy to hear that. I know that I'm turned on. I just want to see to it that you are, too."
"I've never been more turned on."
"That's such a wonderful feeling, being turned on like that."
Raymond reached out with both hands, allowing his firm, warm fingers to press every so smoothly yet sharply against his mother's breasts. He exercised his fingers quickly, allowing them to roam in up and down fashion over the smooth, warm crevices of flesh.
"Oh, do it," she sighed, "keep up your finger movements, baby. Oh, honey. I love it. Drive your fingers, sweetheart. Oh, baby, this is nice."
While he worked his fingers in a brisk, sharp fashion, allowing them to collide repeatedly with her breasts, Raymond was pleased to observe the way that his mother was reacting to the movements. Her buttocks bounced ever so eagerly on the sofa, and the longer that the activity continued, the louder that she began to pant.
"Honey, oh, your fingers are pressing my tits so nice," she said. "You're really clutching them, my dear. I really love the movements. Ah, keep it up, baby. Yes, oh, what great movements. Yes, you really know how to please me."
Raymond kept up his sturdy tits movements for several more minutes, after which he released his fingers from them.
"I've got to go even further," he said. "I want to go all the way with you, honey. You need it and I need it."
She made not one sound. She just sat there looking up at her son, her radiant blue eyes sparkling with feverish anticipation.