Chapter 3
Val was sheepish and embarrassed when he awoke the next morning, halfway dreading to see his mother. But he needn't have worried, for she was already gone. He read the note on the bedside table, with noticeable relief.
Son-I had to go into town early. If you feel like it, you should go to school. Your cereal's on the table. See you tonight. Love, Mom.
He tried to read between the lines, but he couldn't attach any more to the note than what it actually said. But he began to pout anyway as he got out of bed and went to his own room. She could have awakened me, he thought. But then he thought that maybe she was just being nice to him. His tangled thinking got him nowhere and he decided to go to school. He felt fine. His scrotum was back to normal and the pain was almost all gone.
He showered and ate his breakfast, glad to be alone. He felt strangely happy and the memory of the night before was vivid in his mind. Still he couldn't shake off the feeling that it didn't really happen. But when he walked back in his mother's bedroom he could smell the musk and he knew it had happened. As he went to school, he told himself that he wished it would happen again.
Laura got home in the early afternoon, elated. She had taken the job at the bindery and could start immediately. She would collate, stack, help, and get a fair starting salary. It would keep them going. It would show Red Norris that she didn't need him. She almost laughed when she thought of her vagrant husband and his alcoholic girl friend. If he only knew who the real man of the house was, he would probably die of apoplexy! Served him right!
She felt a tug at her heart when she went into her bedroom and saw the rumpled bed-sheets. The thought of what had happened brought a pang to her breasts. She made the bed, then took off her clothes and stood naked before her mirror. She felt ten years younger. She looked like she felt. She hummed to herself as she smiled at her reflection, then went into the bathroom and showered.
Rena came home from school at the same time Val did. She thought he looked sullen and mean, but he was only preoccupied. They both greeted their mother and she made light of her new job until Rena threw her arms around her mother's neck and exclaimed how happy she was. "Just the three of us, Mom," she said. "It'll be great! Yes. We can make it now," she beamed, winking at Val. He blushed and then smiled, too.
That made Laura smile in return. "Everything's going to be just fine," she said and hurried off to make a celebration supper for the three of them.
Finally, Laura was alone with her son. Rena was in the next room, watching TV while Laura finished the dishes. "You look fine, Val," she said. "Are you all right? I mean...."
"I'm fine, Mom. It doesn't hurt. The swelling's gone away."
"Good."
His heart sank like a stone. '
But she was not going to let it go at that. Excitement trembled in her breasts and tummy. She looked at him, her lips wet, as she dried the last dish. "Do you-do you want to stay with me again?" His heart soared like a hawk. "Yes-sure," he replied, somewhat awkwardly. Laura's smile grew wide. "Go to your own room. Wait until Rena goes to sleep, then come in. Okay?" She hated herself for being so much like a conspirator with her own son. She hated to do this to Rena. But desire for her son swept away all obstacles.
Val nodded that he understood and went into the living room to join Rena in front of the black and white television set. He couldn't concentrate, but he wanted to give the appearance that he was. His mind was somewhere else-in his mother's bedroom.
After kissing Rena good night, Laura changed into a shortie nightgown, but this time she didn't even go through the pretense of putting on the panties. The nightgown fell just below her thatch. She sprayed a wisp of cologne on her neck and dabbed her wrists after she finished combing out her shoulder-length hair.
The minutes dragged by agonizingly. She could hear Rena taking a shower and attending to her various night-time ablutions. Then she could hear Val do the same while she tried to hold down the heavy sound of her own breathing. It seemed an eternity before she saw lights go out, leaving the hallway leading to her own room in darkness. But it was even longer still before she saw his stealthy shape in the doorway. It was then that her breasts rose and she could feel a sharp pang in the nipples. "Val?" she whispered.
"Yes," he answered and weaved his way toward her in the dark.
"Shut the door," she said, and he turned back. He closed it quietly and stood there for several seconds, his own heart pounding.
"Is Rena asleep?" she asked when he came to the side of her bed.
"I think so," he said.
"Get into bed."
He slid in next to her and they waited, side by side. The wait was awkward for both of them.
"Are you tired?" she asked. "No. I feel good."
She reached for his hand. He was wearing his pajamas. She found his hand and brought it to her face. "That feels good, Val."
He felt his cock harden. Just a touch, but it excited him so that his member began to swell without any conscious effort on his part.
"Do you want me again?" she asked.
"Yes," he croaked. He didn't want to talk or to think about it. He knew she was there and he knew why he was there. In the filtered light he could see her legs and her shortie nightgown. He wondered if she had the panties on. She still held his hand to her cheek.
"Turn on your side," she told him.
He turned and his left hand was free. It burned him and he couldn't understand that. It felt hot and he didn't know what to do with it. It just hovered there with no place to go.
His mother looked at him and smiled. "Touch me," she said.
He put his hand on her tummy. The feel of the soft diaphanous negligee was exciting too. His cock became even more turgid, stretching out his pajamas at the crotch.
"Lower," she whispered, her face quite close to his.
He moved his hand down and felt the ruffle at the hem of the shortie. Still lower, he touched the wiry hairs of her cunt. His pecker took a leap in his pajamas. She wasn't wearing any panties. His hand found her cunt flesh and he touched the lips lightly.
His mother spread her legs wide and she kissed Val on the lips. She released the hand she had held to her cheek and groped for his crotch. She felt the hard shaft and the wet spot where he had leaked his pre-coital juices. Her stomach contracted with a sharp surge of desire. She unsnapped his bottoms and pulled them down past his heavy equipment. His hand on her cunt made her juices race inside. "You're ready," she said.
"Uh huh," he gasped.
"Put your finger inside me," she instructed.
Val slid his finger along her slit until he found the hole and pushed it inside. Her hand closed around his shaft and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
"Mmmmm, nice," she said, delighting in the wickedness she felt about it. It was as though she had her son completely in her power. She had but to touch him and he would do her bidding. It was so. Val was captivated by her and heady from her attentions. He was in her power and he wanted to be.
His finger inside her love tunnel was something new to Val. He could hardly believe he was doing what he was doing. He could feel the many-folded flesh, the warmth and oddly pneumatic resilience of her insides. But then he discovered something else-a hard thin protuberance. He discovered it because when he touched it his mother jerked as though electrocuted and moaned. "Did I hurt you?" he asked.
"No, you touched something. Something wonderful."
"What was it?"
"Do it again. Find it," she said desperately. "It's the thing that makes a woman excited. The little man in the boat."
He didn't know what she meant, but he touched it again and she squeezed his cock when he did and moaned once more. He had touched her clitoris and now that he knew where it was, he rubbed his finger back and forth over it, feeling it harden, feeling his mother's juices flow even more thickly. Her body began to writhe and she relinquished her hold on his cock. She moaned and moved from side to side.
"Oh my God, Val," she said finally, "you're making me come. Oh, I'm coming. Right now."
He was mystified, but elated. So he had done it. He had seen how to do it and what effect it had on a woman. He was very proud of himself. His finger was immersed in the fresh gushing that her orgasm had brought and he was beginning to understand the workings of love. He thought he was close to knowing what happened with a woman when she felt the same way a man did as he ejaculated. It was thrilling to know this thing.
His mother took him in her arms then and held him very tightly for several moments. "You're marvelous," she told him. "Now I want to do what I did a little bit last night. To make you very happy. Don't say anything. Just let me do it, okay ? "
"Okay," he husked, his heart racing. He wondered what it was that she was going to do.
Laura rose up in the bed and pulled down his pajama bottoms. She unbuttoned his tops and took them off until he was completely naked. She kicked the covers away from them and pulled off her shortie over her shoulders. Val felt a tug as he saw his mother nude and on her knees above him.
"Just lie on your back and let me do the rest," she said. Then she bent down and kissed his stomach. His cock flew up, rigidly pointing north. She moved her tongue down his belly, causing his short hairs to rise like stalks of wheat in a light wind. Seeing his mother doubled up and kissing him that way, he thought how young she looked. like a girl. Her skin was smooth and tight on her bones. Her hair hid her face, but he could feel her tongue moving lower and lower until it was laving him on the soft skin around his pubic area.
His very scalp tingled with the sensations her tongue was bringing him. Then her hand was clasping his cock, gently enclosing it in her palm. In a twinkling she moved her mouth away from his crotch and onto his cock's head. He thought he was going to shoot right then! He moaned and an electric sensation arched his back involuntarily. She had his cock in her mouth! He could scarcely believe it!
Laura licked and swabbed his penis head as though she were working at an ice cream cone. She licked around the mushroom flare of it as she had the other night when he was asleep. She ran her rough tongue up the slopes and underneath the umbrella, then back up to poke the slit mouth of it. She could feel her son's hips gyrating gently as her tongue did its perambulations.
"I love to do this to you," she said, catching her breath.
"Oh, God, it feels good," he choked.
"I knew you'd like me to do it again," she said. "Relax, now. Try not to come yet." And she was back onto him, taking his entire cock's head into her mouth and enveloping it in saliva. Her tongue moved out like a viper's, nicking along the dome of it. Her mouth was warm around it and he thought it was the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to him. He knew his mother must love him very much to do such a thing. It was the most beautiful thing he could think of that a woman could do to a man. And he knew he was a man, now. His mother had made him one and this made him very happy.
Soon she was swallowing almost the entire length of his cock. She was going up and down on it and when he looked down at his crotch he could see the swollen organ disappearing into her mouth. He could feel her teeth, like cushioned razor edges, barely touching the taut skin. It seemed to him as though she was swallowing all of it, that it was going down her throat, as indeed it was, every few strokes. He watched his mother in fascination as she swallowed his cock and made it warm and wet and wild with pulsations.
The taste of his pre-coital fluid seeping out from the peephole was lemony bitter, and it too excited her. She felt, in her deepest heart sense, that she was gaining back something of herself, something of her that was in her son. To love him like this was the most satisfying experience of her life. It was as though she now owned him fully, whereas before she only contributed to: his being. By loving him in this way, she felt that a circle had been completed, a life given was given back. It was strange to think of it in this way, but it was better than thinking of it in the terms of incest, which was as taboo as anything she knew.
Drawing his cock in and out of her mouth drove her to complete him. Her own pussy was pulsating with pleasure and while she ached to have him fill it with his swollen cock, she wanted to feel his come shoot into her mouth, to suck every drop of life from him if she could. She increased her rhythm, bobbing up and down on his crotch while his cock throbbed in and out of her sucking mouth. Val felt the change in his mother and could no longer hold back the sperm that had been threatening to break out of his seminal vesicles.
He could feel it coming up and he wanted to warn his mother, to shout at her to stop before his jism shot into her mouth. But he couldn't. It was too overwhelming for him to say a word. As she sucked and drew on him he just increased his own movements and soon he had his legs up, his knees locked on to her head.
She could feel it too. She knew she was going to bring her son to orgasm. She wanted to, very, very much. She nearly choked as she took his cock down into her throat even deeper. She moved like a trip hammer, faster and faster, until Val began fucking her with his body, driving his cock into her mouth and down her throat as though he were between her legs and deep inside her pussy. She took it all and she sucked so tightly that her teeth, no longer sheathed by her lips because of her passion, raked on his flesh like a fork. But Val didn't care and she was unaware of it. He was coming, his seed was shooting up the channels, and orgasm brought a shudder to him.
He was aware of jamming his cock deeper into her throat. She choked, but he didn't stop.
It was too delicious. Then the sperm shot out of his cock like an exploding milk carton. He thought his mother would immediately spit him out, but she only gripped his organ the harder. She took all he had and sucked the rest out bit by bit. Val was amazed. The head of his cock was tender and he winced when her tongue caressed it
But he was happy, and so was she. She looked up, finally, and her face was full of love for him. "Did you like that?" she said.
"I can't tell you how much," he husked.
"You were very sweet. I enjoyed doing that."
She brought her body up beside him, her hand played with his limp cock.
They were silent for several moments.
Val's mind spun with disconnected thoughts. He had thought that lovemaking was simple. But it wasn't. It was composed of many things and they could be described but barely. What more could there be? His mother had sucked him off and he had shot his cum into her mouth and down into her throat. What had she done with it? She had swallowed it. He mentally shook his head. That was the ultimate. He loved her very much for that. If he never loved her for anything else, he would love her for that. He didn't know what to say. He hardly knew what to think.
Laura was caught up in the mystery of her accomplishment as well. She hadn't thought, at first, that she would go that far. She had intended merely to make him excited, to show him how much she loved him and then take his cock inside her in the usual manner. But she had been overcome by a tenderness that she hadn't known she possessed and when she felt his own excitement, generated by her oral loving, she had decided to go ahead and love him all the way, take his sperm in her mouth and her body. And now, lying beside her son, whom she knew was happy, she was glad.
She couldn't know what he was thinking, but she knew, in her mind, that he was overcome by the experience. The fact that he didn't say anything told her that he was pleased, that his body was happy and singing like her heart.
So both of them basked in this singing for a while and felt each other's nearness and delighted in the night that was around them in the room where they had made love. Val was not tired and Laura was still unsatisfied completely, though happy. She still retained a longing in her loins that Val must assuage. He knew it, but by now, he also knew that he had to wait for his body to replenish itself, for his manhood's vessel to fill again with its seeds. And so they waited, content, both of them, their thoughts drifting lazy like clouds over a warm summer hill at dusk.
Laura continued to fondle her son's genitals, idly, as though she were keeping in contact with the source of his power. Val enjoyed this, too. His mother's hand sent shivers of delight over his skin even though he was not able to think of lovemaking just then. She danced her fingers over his limpness and every once in a while squeezed him with a tenderness that was like the beginning of fire.
It was not long before Val was ready again. His mother's manipulations had the desired effect. When she felt the stiffness beginning again, she gave his cock a healthy squeeze and leaned over and kissed him. The kiss, although not passionate at first, brought his erection up even more.
"My, it didn't take you long, did it, Val."
"No, I guess not."
"You're quite a boy. No, not boy. You're my little man, Val."
He didn't know what to say. But he felt very proud at that moment. His mother was smiling at him and her hand was on his manhood, rubbing up and down its turgid length. He felt every inch a man and was glad that she had recognized this and acknowledged it.
"Yes, Val, you're not a boy anymore. You're my little man. I need you. You're all I have." She was on the verge of tears, so Val kissed her. Her tongue darted into his mouth and he responded with his own.
Her hand was pulling on his cock and the juices were seeping out of the slit hole. He was just as excited as before when she had sucked him off.
"I want you, Val," she breathed when she broke the kiss. "I want you to put that big guy inside me."
He knew what she meant. Her words brought a tingle to him, and his cock jerked with the sensation. She gave him a squeeze and pulled him over on top of her. She spread her legs wide and he looked down at the patch that covered her cunt. He could see the flesh of her lips tauntingly peeking out through the hairs. The love slit was parted slightly, the pink of its inner flesh visible, inviting. He wanted to see it good up close before he put his meat inside.
His mother pulled on his cock to keep it hard. She rubbed the precoital fluid around the head of it to lubricate it for its entrance. She wanted him so badly her tummy ached. Her pussy pulsed like a breathing animal, waiting.
Val lowered himself, his shaft slightly curved, dipping to her slotted vagina. His mother reached out and gently guided his rammer right to the hole. He slid in her love tunnel easily and it closed around him with a damp warmth that shot thrills all through him.
"Did it feel good to you?" she asked.
"Oh, Mom, you know."
"Yes, I know. It felt good to me too, Val." She held him in her arms as he sunk his cock all the way into her. She could feel its hardness fill her, touching all the spots that felt good, that warmed her.
He drove on in, waited a moment as if to absorb all of the sensations that he felt, then picked up the beat. He socked his prick in and out of her sex cleft with an assurance that had just come to him. He went too fast at one point, however, and his cock slipped out of her tunnel and he became embarrassed. But his mother, who was excited at the way he had taken command, quickly reached out and grabbed his aimless missile and reinserted it in her slot.
After that, Val worked more slowly. He didn't want to be mortified again by such a sloppy mistake. He looked down at his mother's breasts. It was still incredible to him that he was actually fucking his own mother, but the feel of his cock inside her love tunnel was real enough. She reached out and grabbed his buttocks in her hands and pushed him even deeper, into her cunt. He drove deep and felt his mother react. Her back arched and she up-thrust her pussy so that his cock was sucked in even deeper than before.
Again, he picked up the rhythm. Faster and faster he fucked, tearing into his mother's cunt with a vengeance that startled them both. But he felt as though he wanted to be totally inside her, to be consumed by her, to become her flesh. His cock flashed in and out of her like an oiled piston, its gleaming wetness sleek, its swollen length jabbing her inflamed clitoris on every down stroke.
"Oh, my God," his mother moaned as orgasm skyrocketed through her womb. "Oh, God, don't stop, Val, don't stop," she cried, tossing her head from side to side in the madness of ecstasy.
Val kept it up, but he could feel the head of his cock become tender. The juices began to stir and foam up to race along the length of his organ. He fucked her faster and felt the juices start to shoot.
"Oh, I'm coming so good, Val, so damn good," his mother moaned.
And then his body became disconnected from his brain. His cock took over as the sperm shot up from his testes and splashed and spurted in the depths of her cunt. It was so good, so good, he kept saying to himself as his milk spurted inside his mother.
She held him very tightly, squeezing him with all her strength. She felt his cock spurting in her and there were tears in her eyes. "You've made me so happy, Val," she whispered.
"You've made me happy, too," he said, feeling his organ being pushed out of her now that its work was over.
"My little man," she said. "My fine little man."