Chapter 4

The film in which his mother had starred had been instructive, among other things, though Bert hadn't really started learning from it until he had taken it home. He and Mary had seen his mother's face right at the end of the film, and he had bought Mary's silence with the promise that in the near future he would introduce her to his mother and his mother would tell her how to become a star in Hollywood.

Taking the film home and playing it in his room, he had seen just about everything possible that one might do between a man and woman, as well as having another woman join in, and a grand finale where two men took on his mother at the same time. Well, now it was his turn to get in some licks-literally.

It was three in the afternoon, and instead of hanging around school, Bert hurried home, knowing his mother would be there alone. On Mondays, she did the laundry in the morning, had lunch, did the housecleaning, and usually by this time she was finished. She would take a breather for an hour or two, and then would start getting supper ready.

He entered the house and heard the shower going. As he walked upstairs, the shower turned off. Smiling, he opened the bathroom door and saw his mother taking off a shower cap as she stood soaking wet, stark naked on the bath mat on the floor.

"Bert!" she gasped. "Out!"

She tried shooing him out, but he surrounded her with his arm, then crammed his mouth firmly against hers, and said, "I've been dying to kiss you like that ever since I saw you kissed that way on film."

"Bert, this is disgraceful," she insisted. "Let go of me and let me get dressed."

"In a minute," he said, and tugged her into his bedroom where he had the projector already set up. His mother had cleaned around it, not the least bit curious as to the reel of film on it, because it never occurred to her, her son would bring an X-rated film into the house.

Bert wasted no time turning on the projector, and the struggling woman, seeing herself on the screen, totally naked, realized what it was Bert had. That was when he released her. He stopped the camera and took the reel off, saying, "You don't want me showing this to dad, do you?"

"Of course not!" she gasped.

"Good! Then let's talk about the relationship you and I are going to have from now on."

"What do you mean?" she asked. "We're mother and son, Bert. Let me get dressed and we can talk this over further...."

"Oh, no!" he told her, and looking down, she saw the bulge in his pants, and realized the effect the film had on her son. But he was her son. She was his mother. Surely he didn't think . ...

"You know, you look the same after twenty years, mom. I mean, looking at you now, this way, I can see your tits haven't sagged, your skin is firm, and when I held you, you were as baby-soft as ever. I watched that movie about two dozen times. I stared at your full tits, as the tightness of your pink cunt and the beautiful frame of sparse black hair around it. I even jerked off last night looking at you. At first, I hated you for fucking for all those other men. But after a while I realized, I didn't hate you. I loved you. I loved you so much it bothered me to see those men fucking you. Then I knew it would have bothered me just as much to see dad putting the meat to you. You see, mom, I have this passion for you. I want to be the one to fuck you. I can't take you away from dad, but there's nothing that says I can't share you with him, without him knowing, of course if you follow me."

"Bert, that's incest. It's wrong!"

Fucking for all those other guys was wrong, too. You didn't love them, but you had to make a buck. I understand that, now. But I don't intend giving you money, mom. I'm gonna give you love. What's more, you're gonna take it from me, 'cause I have a feeling you want it almost as much as I do."

"D-don't you dare talk to me that way," she gasped, and her tongue automatically leaped out and moistened her lips. "What you're saying is not nice, not right, not decent. Whatever I did when I was a young girl I did because I didn't know any better. But I'm a woman now, with a family, and I expect respect from that family."

The boy smiled and took a step toward her, his right hand reaching down and cupping the swell in his pants. He didn't realize that she was looking at him not like her son, but like a man, realizing he had grown into something really special. He was all muscle and solidity, and any woman would have been proud to fuck for someone like him. She wondered how many schoolgirls he had laid already.

"I respect you, mom," he told her. "I respect the fact that you didn't know better when you went to Hollywood. I guess some producer conned you into fucking, huh? But the fact is, I also love you, and I want you, and I'm gonna have you. I'm gonna fuck that wonderful ass off you. That beautiful, big, round, tan ass. Look at you. You're all sexed up right now, 'cause you know I'm not bullshitting, but I'm hotter than hell for you. Well, I'm gonna fuck you, mom, I'm gonna fuck you now, and then I'm gonna fuck you whenever I get the chance. You know you want it, mom. Good as pop is, I'll bet you must miss getting it from more than a single cock now and again. Well, here's your chance to enjoy a second cock, a cock as good as anything pop ever put to you. I'm going to jam my joystick into that tight pussy of yours, and I'll bet your cunt'll suck on it like a kid at an udder. I'm going to fuck you whenever I want from now on."

Sarita tried one more time. She gasped, "Bert, don't you understand, if I committed sins then, let me bear them. But if you do this thing, then not only will I be committing sins, but so will you."

But Bert had dropped his pants and had pulled off his shirt in front of his naked mother. His throbbing cock leaped out and all but jumped at her, long, solid, and stiff, with a lavender tip, and she gasped as she realized the boy was as thick as his father, and even a bit longer. The little veins were blue as they ran through his massive staff, and the black hair was curly and in great abundance, covering his pelvis and his young, tan balls. There was already a glisten to the head of his cock as she realized he had been leaking seminal oil just talking to her about what he intended doing. A drop was showing on the end of the glistening glans.

"Here it is, mother," the boy said, smiling at her. "You manufactured it, and now that it's developed, it wants to go right back into the factory and 'oil' the works. I'm going to cram it into you, right between those juicy tan thighs of yours. I'm gonna work my cock around in all that black hair, and then I'm gonna shove it to the deepest part of that hot, pink tunnel inside you. I'm gonna bury myself to the balls in you, and then I'll slide it right back out only so I can slide it in again, and we both know I'm not gonna have no brothers or sisters because of it, 'cause pop once told me you been 'fixed.'"

"Bert ... no . ... "

"And when I'm in you, mom, I wanna feel you curl your legs around me the same way you curled them around those guys in the movies. I want you to fuck me as eagerly as you fuck for pop."

The mention of Ernie shook Sarita up. She gasped, stepping back and saying, "No, oh, no ... I won't let you---"

But the boy stepped up to her and clasped her wrists with his hands. He looked down at her full, tan breasts, seeing the brown nipples already starting to harden, reaffirming his own suspicions that his mother, in spite of the knowledge that this was wrong, was as aroused as he. He didn't touch the nipples though, not yet.

Instead, he drew her hand down and made her touch the thick length of his jutting cock. The lovely black-haired woman with the sparkling brown eyes and the short-bobbed nose trembled from head to foot, and her breath was rasping dryly in her throat. Without thinking, her fingers instinctively closed themselves around the pulsing thickness of the solid rod. She clenched the long, hard masculine organ, and she knew this was no longer a boy's cock, but one that belonged to a man. It pulsed with heated rapture, and she shuddered, weakened from the throbbing. Now her hand gripped it all the more tightly, but holding onto it for support. She was unaware of the boy lowering his face to her breasts as the two still stood there, and then his breath was warmly tickling her mammaries.

"Yes, yes, yes," he whispered to her. "I love that. Don't let go, mother. Hold tight to my cock, the cock that's going to go inside you after I kiss these fabulous tits where I nursed when I was a baby."

Her son's tongue suddenly leaped out and washed over one of her brown-pebble nipples, and Sarita felt a stab of delight shudder its way through her quivering body. His lips closed over the vibrant nipple, and she flinched all of a sudden, her hand tightening its squeezing pressure on his throbbing cock as she leaned into the boy for support, her knees suddenly growing rubbery.

Together, the pair of them sank to the floor, and she lay supine beneath his slim, muscular body. There was still no hair on his young muscular chest, and none at all on his belly, but it was clustered none-too-generously at his groin. Sarita hated to admit it, but after all these years of only one cock-no matter how superb that cock was, and it was superb-she was filled with wanton thrills at the idea of another penis being buried inside her. At the moment that cock was pinned between their bellies.

Sarita had come from a poor family in Mexico. Her mother had only known Sarita's natural father one night and had never seen him again. As a result, when she finally did marry a man, Sarita had already been born and was accepted by the man solely because he wanted to fuck the woman on a regular basis and was unable to take her without the brat.

When Sarita began growing up, it was obvious she would be even more beautiful than her mother. The girl was eight when her mother died of a heart attack. The step-father was all she had, and she had been brought up to be respectful. So it was, a year later, when he had ordered her to lie on the bed and spread her legs, she had no idea that what she was doing was something wrong. After all, he was now her father, the only one she had ever known, and when he gave an order, she obeyed. Fortunately for her, the man had a short, skinny penis, and the first time she felt discomfort without too much pain. After that, she spread her legs to accommodate him, until, after a while, she began getting feelings, and those feelings mushroomed a little more each time he fucked her until she had her first orgasm. After that, there was no stopping her.

How she didn't conceive was something she would never understand, but then the man had never been able to sire children on her mother, for that matter. She was fourteen, and already knew pidgin-English when he brought her to the States and Hollywood, and took her to some friends, wanting to sell her services. Since he was her father and ordered her to do it, she spread her legs for all these other men, and let them use her mouth and rectum, as well. One friend was into making X-rated films, and he wanted to use her in the pictures, telling her step-father there would be extra money in it for him if he agreed. So the man agreed. A producer who saw one of the films was taken with Sarita and saw she had something lacking in most women in the movies. She might mean big money, so he paid her father a thousand dollars if the man was willing to sell her to him, outright. For three weeks he fucked her every which way he knew, having some female friends of his teach her how to strengthen all the inner muscles in her body, and soon she was the best lay he had ever had or would-likely ever have. But all the time she did these things, she looked like such a pure innocent, he began grooming her for TV. She lived with him until she met Ernie Small, and then he had to let her go physically, and Ernie became the recipient of the best cunt, mouth, and asshole in all of North America. Since then, she had never, but never been fucked by any other penis. Now here was her son, bringing flames of pure lust mingled with love to life in her, for the truth was, she loved the boy, and also felt lust for him, a lust he had just awakened.

His mouth clamped tightly on her nipple, his lips pulling at it, his tongue licking it, making it swell as he aroused her, causing her to squirm. He mumbled with her breast still in his mouth, "I sucked t'ese when I wa' a ki'. Now I'm sucking 'em again ... wanna ea' you all over ... mmmmm...."

"Bert," she gasped. "Oh, my God! What's happening to me! Oh, God! This is wrong, all wrong! We mustn't ... don't...."

"But I'm going to," he said, taking his mouth from her breast. "I'm going to fuck you, mom, because you're as much a part of me as I am a part of you."

They were still standing, and he had backed her against the wall to keep her from falling. His penis was pushing forward, and he used his hand to guide it between her lips, her vulva lips, feeling it slowly but surely sink into the spongy humidity of her tantalizing vagina. Oh God! She was tighter than Mary; tighter, wetter, and hotter. Oh, God! This was fantastic! The hard penis pushed upward, the head traveling forward, sinking deeper into the center of the mother's throbbing feminine canal. Her lower lips sucked on the penile shaft as if it were tantalizing candy in a mouth.

"Ohhhhh ... yeeee yeeee aaaaa hhhhh...." he panted into her throat, kissing her all the harder now. "Oh, wow! You're so hot, slippery, aflame inside. You're all gooey in there ... ummmmm ... feels so good ... so good ... wow! You have the wildest cunt in the world, I'll bet. And that ass. So big. I always wondered why I loved big asses, now I know. I love your ass. You're mine, mother, all mine, always!"

Yes, she was his, his captive, his willing captive, though if he ever lost that reel of film, she would break the hold he had on her only because now she knew such things weren't right. But deep down she was already praying that he wouldn't lose it.

As a young girl being constantly fucked, Sarita had learned that once a cock was in her cunt, in spite of all the blustering any man did, she was the one in control. That lesson had been driven home even more clearly when she had been the producer's mistress while also becoming a TV star. Now, with her son's hard cock inside the press of her vagina, she was once again in control as she had been all those years earlier, and as she was each time her husband fucked her. The one fucking her was her "Little boy" and she was teaching him. The mother, in her wisdom, was instructing the son. She was teaching him everything she had learned naturally, because at the time she had learned it she had been unaware that such things "weren't right."

"I love you too, my son," she whispered to him, clinging tightly to him, pressing the cheeks of her ass against the wall behind her to get better leverage before thrusting forward to fit his cock into her seething pussy even more deeply.

Her motherly vagina, like the womb within it, snugly encased his cock, creating a feeling of security that had been lacking with Mary. His superb balls swung to and fro, beating against her perineum on each forward stroke. He wasn't able to go deep enough, this way.

Slowly she edged toward his bed, then moved around the headboard with his cock buried inside her steaming depths. She continued moving until she was able to fall back on the bed and take the youth with her. He fell on top of her, his cock still deeply buried, his balls nestling in the crack between her ass-cheeks. Oh, God! She loved it when he sank the massive length into her. At this moment she wished she was able to reverse the procedure of giving birth and shove all of him right back inside her it felt so wonderful.

"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Now that you've decided to do it, do it right! Do it hard! Fuck hard! Fuck deep! Don't stop! Don't hesitate to take a breath! All the way in! All the way out! All the way in again! Fast! Hard! You want my cunt? Then use it right, damn you! Fuck!"

"Yes, mother," the handsome boy panted, now the total novice willing to take instruction from the one person in the world he knew would not steer him wrong.

He sledge-hammered the phallus deeper and deeper into her cunt, banging it back to the nerve-center of life where his own had begun so many years before. Sarita knew the boy's cock was definitely longer than that of his father, and because it was equally thick, the greater length made her feel it even more. Not that

Ernie, her husband, had a short cock. His had been longer than any of the dozens of penises that had previously gone into her three orifices at one time or another, yet now Bert's was even longer. The head didn't merely beat against her back wall, but indented it each time he thrust forward.

The beautiful black-haired former goddess of the boob tube heaved her pelvis against him, meeting her son's driving phallus stroke for stroke, and when she wrapped her arms around his smooth shoulders his young mouth hungrily sought hers, and she yielded to him. As he fucked her, Sarita knew, this was only the first time. She was his captive, yet he was also hers. He would be with her many times, but when it happened, she would gain control over him and teach him the right way to do things. She would discover what it was like to have his youthful mouth drink from the fount of her cunt, and she would teach him the delight of having his cock sucked. All the lascivious desires she had kept suppressed in her when she had married were coming to the fore again, and if for only a little while, she would be able to give vent to them and do with her son things she had only done with her husband in the past seventeen years.

The boy's tongue darted between her soft lips, and she bit at it, nibbling with the edges of her teeth. She knew the thrill of his kiss now, and he was just as heady because of the way she responded. She lived to enjoy that wet seeking her adoring mouth was able to assist. His hard cock thrust surgingly into the tight clench of her steaming vagina, and his tongue matched the movement by thrusting into her mouth as her tongue guided him to do just that. The boy was matching the action of cock to tongue, burying one in her cunt, the other in her mouth, timing both with delightfully sensual rhythms that built a salacious cadence ready to drive her insane.

The beautiful woman bucked under the pelvis of her fucking son, riding the hammering staff and hunching to pull yet another inch of cock into her as if such a thing were possible. Her long, strong, powerful tan thighs thrashed, and she remembered he had said something about wanting her legs curled around him. So she lifted her thighs and wrapped her calves tightly around his waist. Her heels beat against the cheeks of his behind, and urged him on to greater speed. He responded like a horse being kicked in the flanks.

The handsome boy's penis became a battering ram that shook her with every powerful blow. Her full breasts bounced when the penile head slapped home, and her ass trembled as his balls thwacked against her tiny little brown asshole.

The orgasm that overcame Bert was so powerful and hit him with such speed, he was totally unprepared for it. His mouth opened and he bellowed, "AAAAAIIIII YYYYY EEEEE AAAAA GGGGG HHHHH UU-UUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA GGGGG HHHH WWWWW AAAAA NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH UUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA GGGGG HHH!"

He drove his powerful pike into the scintillating nexus of her up-thrust vagina, and Sarita, in turn, churned her ass around and around the throbbing organ as she felt the head of it flexing inside her. When he unleashed his sperm, his desire for her was so intense, it was as if he had never been with Mary the previous Saturday night. Rather it was as if he had never emptied his balls and his prostate at all.

Hot, wet, sticky semen flooded Sarita's inner cavity, and she reveled in the delicious warmth of it. The wash of white flow filled her with a sense of deliciousness she felt when her husband fucked her, but because it wasn't her husband, because it was yet someone else she loved, the orgasm was that much more powerful for her as she found herself attaining satisfaction.

"AAAAA Iffll YYYYY EEEEE AAAAA GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA WWWWW AAAAA IIIII GGGGG HHHHH!" she screamed as enchanted violence erupted within her, radiating from within like a tuning fork as she rolled her tight cunt around the still-hard cock that was emitting its last drops of seminal flow.

Then it was over, and he lay there on top of her. "Are you all right?" he asked, solicitously. "Yes," she replied. "But we have to talk."

"No," he responded. "There's nothing to talk about. I'm going to go on fucking you, and that's it."