Chapter 4
Val and his mother were full-fledged lovers now. Both of them accepted this after the heavy lovemaking they had just completed. The only problem that Laura foresaw was her daughter, Rena. She told Val that he would have to visit her only after Rena was asleep and that when they had loved each other all they could, he would have to return to his own room.
"We'll both have to be very careful," she said. "Rena wouldn't understand and it would hurt her deeply."
"I know," he said.
Now that this was understood, his mother held him in her arms for a long time while he played with her breasts. He didn't want to leave her and go back to his own room, but after a while she whispered to him.
"You'd better go now, lover. I have to get up early in the morning and I'm very tired."
"Me too," he said, but he hated to go. He kissed her on the lips and they very nearly became excited enough to make love again. But he kept himself in check and got up, put on his pajamas.
Laura gave a big sigh as soon as he had gone. The room seemed so empty without him. The bed seemed like a big lost land where only her body lay, full of him, yet without any of him except his lingering musk. She found herself wishing that Rena were not around to make them separate. She hated herself for thinking this way. It was almost as though she were wishing her own daughter were dead.
But it bothered her. Rena was the fly in the ointment, the factor that could blow up the love affair that she had with her son. No longer did she feel any guilt about seducing him. Now that they were lovers, she cherished it. She wanted nothing to come between them and she resolved that she would see to it that nothing did. It would be difficult, with Rena around, but, she told herself, it could be managed. She slept very fitfully that night, awakening often to reach out in the dark for Val. In her dreams she took him again and again, and it was all she could do not to tiptoe down to his room and awaken him for more sex.
Val felt like a pariah, having to leave his mother's room. That damned Rena. If it weren't for her being there he and his mother could sleep together all the time-all night. He didn't hate his sister but he wished she would stay at her girlfriend's house all the time. Now that he had learned what sex was really all about he was insatiable. He wanted to fuck his mother all the time, all night if he could. He knew there would be plenty of opportunity, but it was frustrating now to have to go back to his own bare room instead of staying where it was warm and sexy, where he could play with his mother's tits and her pussy, explore all of her body to his heart's content. Fuck Rena! She probably didn't even know how good and exciting sex was. She was so fucking dumb!
But Val didn't have trouble sleeping. Once he lay down, he found he was very tired. He thought a few moments about his mother in her room lying there naked, her cunt wet and filled with his seed and it excited him. But sleep came, nevertheless and he spent the night dreaming in weary slumber.
In the morning, Val dawdled so that Rena went off to school before he did. His mother didn't get up when they did, even though she was due to go to work that morning. But it was only a little after seven. Rena always liked to go to school early so she could stop by Linda's and shoot the shit. After she left, Val went to his mother's room and took off his clothes. He dressed so that Rena wouldn't get suspicious. His mother was still asleep, and he crawled in beside her, his cock already hardening. She had the shortie on but it was pulled way up to her waist and her pussy was a visible gash beneath the thin pubic hairs of her thatch.
The secrecy of his entrance into her once-forbidden room was wickedly thrilling to Val. He knew he should awaken her but he wanted to study her naked body without her knowing it. His eyes went over every delicious inch of her, from her toes, up her slender legs, lingering over her nest and sex-cleft, up her flat tummy to her navel, to her saucy breasts with their nipples flat and sleeping, to her veined neck and fine-featured face framed by dark sleep-tousled hair. To love her this way was exciting and his stomach tingled with the knowledge that he was alone with her. He hoped she wouldn't be angry with him for coming back into her room. His hard-on was almost complete and he pushed it close to her leg, scrooched over so that it was waving near her exposed cunt.
He wondered if he had the courage to mount her while she lay sleeping. He had a strong urge to climb over her and spread her legs gently and shove his cock into her before she was fully awake. But courage deserted him and instead he reached over and began to rub her slit gently with one finger. He parted the lips and looked at the pastel flesh, the loose skin that fell out from one side. He moved down and opened her slit wider and the pink showed, faintly moist, her hole beckoning to him. His cock throbbed as blood surged through it on impulses generated by the sight of her love tunnel.
His mother stirred briefly, but made no sound. Emboldened by her deep sleep, Val opened her cunt wider so that the hole was more exposed. She moved her legs wider apart unconsciously and he had a good view. Carefully, he got up and straddled her, his cock hanging close to the cavern entrance. His body shook as he lowered himself to couple with her. His rod touched the top of her slit and he slid it down the crack to the hole.
He moved his pecker, unable to slow its thrusting progress and it made contact with the flesh of her vagina. It was then that his mother awakened, her eyes fluttering open from their sleep-locked closure.
"Oh, Val," she said and extended her arms to him.
"I wanted you so much, Mother," he said guiltily.
"I'm glad," she said, and he slid on inside her.
Her mobile pussy tightened its grip on his organ. It brushed across her clitoris and sent a shudder through her body. Her juices rose up from dormancy and flooded her cavern, lubricating his shaft as it slid in and out of her. They were one now in their desire for each other. She held him tightly and his chest crushed her breasts beneath him. He was deep-stroking her, slowly as he had already learned to do and each pulse of his piston brought her exquisite delight.
"It's so good, Val, so good," she breathed.
He only grunted. His concentration was intense, both on what he was doing to his mother and on keeping himself from a premature orgasm. He was glad that he had come to her and glad that she had accepted his hunger. An early morning warmth coursed through his penis and throughout his entire body. He was aware of his swollen cock throbbing in and out of his mother's juicy pussy and delighted in every spasm that shook her, knowing that it was from this newfound organ of his that had such power, he was able to give so much pleasure to them both.
It seemed to Val that he had been experienced in sex for a long time, instead of only a couple of days. Was it instinct, he wondered. He still felt the newness of it, but he also knew that he was doing things right. He was generating pleasure for himself and for his mother. It seemed natural to him, as natural as anything he had ever done. He found, this time, that he could control himself a great deal better. He was no longer the impetuous youth wildly ejaculating at the merest touch of a woman, but a knowledgeable man, capable of stroking in measured rhythm, holding back the onrush of orgasm and thereby driving his mother to heights of ecstasy.
It was this fact that gave him the most pleasure. He could tell by looking at her face and watching her writhing body beneath him that he was performing some kind of wild miracle with his cock. Every time he slammed it home, her body would buckle as though he had touched a fire-hot poker to her flesh, her innards. And when he would pull his cock out slow, drawing it smoothly across her clitoris, she would gasp with the full pleasure of it.
Her remarks bore out the fact. Her moans and tiny wheezes, her gurgles, her half sobs, all of these served to make him exult in his manhood, his sureness of his role as the dominant lover. Laura, it was true, needed this, more than he knew. She was a subservient woman, delighting in her sex and, in the case of Val's father, was attracted to the brutality of sex. Val was not yet at this point, but he satisfied his mother, made her buck and throb with his organ's steady driving. As his cock slid in and out of her she was brought time and again to the brink of madness, shaken and lifted by repeated orgasms. These were now recognizable by Val and he looked for them. In this way he learned the technique of sexual coupling. He watched her and he studied which strokes were best and what rhythm made his mother respond most. He watched and he learned. At the same time, he derived a gratification that he had never known before.
Laura was most pleased with her son. But it went beyond simple pleasure, into the very fibers of her being. Val had done more than replace her errant husband. He had become something that she had never had before, something complete in itself. Complete and completing. With Red, she now knew, she had only part of life, and not a very satisfactory part at that. With Val, now, she had reached a level of pleasure and love that erased all previous sexual experience. She couldn't define the specifics of this feeling, but her body and mind reflected the absolute change. With Red she had been a vessel, an object. Now, Val was the center of her, something she revolved around.
He was the atomic nucleus and she was the electron, sparked by him, charged by him and completely dependent on him.
She didn't particularly want Val to know this yet, but her heart raced with the knowledge that she had him and that her life was changed. Any thoughts that she had before about whether or not she should do such things with her own son were eradicated by the pleasure he gave her. He had replaced something missing in her life, with a suddenness that bewildered her. But she couldn't deny that he had found a niche in her own dreams. Now, as she lay beneath him, she felt complete. Looking up at him, as he drove his cock into her with measured sureness, she had to watch herself lest she faint with the joy of it. She could see his concentration and she could feel that swollen cock of his sliding across her inflamed clit, electrifying her womb each time it slid through the love channel.
If only he knew, she said to herself. If only he knew what he feels like inside me! She had lost track of the orgasms. The big ones were visible, but Val's cock had brought on so many tiny spasms that they were uncountable. When she bent her head up, she could look down at her body and see his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, slick as though it were polished and varnished to a high sheen. Seeing it and feeling it at the same time were twin pleasures that made her juices flood her tunnel again and again.
She wanted to cry out to her son what he was doing to her inside. She wanted to shriek how his cock was causing skyrockets to burst inside her, dams to break, torrents of fire to run. She wanted to crawl inside his body so she could know how he felt. But she didn't need to. She could see that he had assumed the masterly role in the relationship. He was no longer the innocent being seduced, but was now the lover, taking her in her own bedroom, knifing her womb with his proud and swollen sword. This was what thrilled her, that Val had taken charge, that she didn't have to spend lonely nights sobbing while her husband, drunk and oblivious to her wants, was snoring in his stupor. Val would take care of her she knew, from now on.
As Val neared the point of copulation where he knew he could no longer hold back his own orgasm, he lay flat on top of his mother. He put his arms around her and held her, kissed her on the lips.
"Are you coming?" she whispered.
"Yes, I think so," he said, and began fucking her faster. His cock made a sucking sound as it came nearly out of her. But he held the coupling and his rhythm increased. His mother held onto him more tightly, returned his passionate kisses.
Then he could feel it coming, could feel the sap rise up in his stalk, the sperm gather force in his genitals and like racing steam flood through his turgid prick. He jammed his cock into his mother all the way as he felt orgasm overtake him, held it as far up in her as he could, the milky seed shot out of his cannon and splashed in all directions, spurting like a tiny fountain way up inside her.
His mother managed to come just a split second after he did and the sensation almost caused her to pass out with the extreme ecstasy of it. Her fingernails raked his back and her body tingled as the tremors passed through her flesh. r
"Oh, Val, that was the best ... the best ever...."
He felt a twinge of jealousy. Then elation. That meant that he was better than his father. He didn't want to bring it up, but he was glad that she felt that way. Only he didn't want to think of his father. Especially he didn't want to think of his father doing this thing to his mother. He wanted to be the only one ... ever. Of course he knew that this was impossible or else he wouldn't have been born. But he was, he knew, terribly jealous of his father because of this. "Thank you, Mother," he said. "Thank you again. It was-the best thing that ever happened to me."
"Me too," she said. She wanted to hold him in her arms forever. But she glanced over at the clock on the dresser and saw what time it was. She gave him a final squeeze, then, as his limp pecker fell out of her, she crawled from beneath him. "I must get ready, hon," she said. "I start work today, you know."
He was disappointed, but he knew she was right. He sulked for only a moment, then brightened as he watched his mother walk across the room.
"You want to take a shower with me?" she invited.
He beamed. "Sure," he said. He bounded out of bed and they went into the bathroom together. His mother turned on the shower, and they went in together. Val was elated to have this further intimacy with his mother. She took a washcloth and soaped it good.
"I'll wash you and you wash me," she said. Then a thought struck her and she almost collapsed. "My God, what about Rena?" she said, shocked.
"Rena left. Don't worry, she thinks I went too."
"Oh, thank goodness." Then she laughed and grabbed her son's organ in the washcloth, leaving it soapsudded.
Val laughed too. "That tickles," he said.
They had a ball together in the shower. She washed him all over, languishing affection on him, kissing him when he wasn't looking. He thrilled as he brought the washcloth between his mother's legs. The soap on her pubic hairs excited him, too. It looked like frothy sperm and it made him want her all over again. They traded the washcloth back and forth, delighting in washing each other's private parts more than the rest of those parts that needed washing. When he did his mother's back, he enjoyed that too. It was so smooth and wide, with good bones showing in the shoulders. Her rounded ass, when it was wet, looked sexually inviting.
It was inevitable that they both would be aroused again. After fifteen minutes of cavorting in the warm water and the soap suds, both of them were eager for each other again. Val demonstrated his own feelings by waving his half-hard cock around like a flag. He giggled and did an impromptu frug that made his pecker sway like a dismasted bowsprit.
With the water coming down on them, Laura suddenly went to her knees and took Val's cock in her mouth.
"Jesus," he exclaimed, caught by surprise.
She held his not fully hard cock in her hand and sucked on it. The wetness of it excited her and she felt her own juices start to flow again inside her. She stood up after a minute and held on to his cock, which by now was hard and slick, ready for ramming.
"Put your finger in me, Val," she husked, her excitement almost uncontrollable.
He put his hand on her wet pussy and extended his finger. He slipped it inside and his pecker jumped in her hand.
There was something superbly thrilling about finger-fucking his mother in this way. He pushed his finger in and out of her cunt slowly, feeling the flesh respond to his probing. Her wet pubic hairs excited him as did her slick body with the shower water still drenching it. Her hand on his swelling cock made him fully renewed as though he had not taken her just moments before, but was starting fresh.
"I want you to put it in me, here," his mother said.
"Here? Standing up?" Val couldn't believe that it could be done.
"Yes. You can do it. Hunch down and come up to me."
She released his cock and partially squatted, her legs wide. Val looked at her dripping pussy. Water made it look like a Van Dyke beard at its lowest point. He came at her, his wand waving from side to side as he moved up. He was more excited now than he had ever been. He wasn't sure that this would work. He didn't know, then, how he was going to get his cock up inside her. It just didn't seem at all possible.
He hunched down so that his cock was lower than her vagina. His mother still stood in the splashing water like a Hindu deity, legs wide, toes out. Her sex cleft was open to receive him. He stood up a little and his mother took him in her arms. Then she reached down with one hand and helped him insert his penis into her. Val thought he would ejaculate right then and there, because he could feel his wet cock going into her.
"Now," she said, and Val began to push upward. He was delighted that his cock went in almost all the way.
Slowly he began to hump his mother while standing up. He liked the feel of her wet breasts jiggling as he fucked her. He felt them and his mother ground down on his up-thrusting cock. He fucked her slowly because he was not fully confident of this new position and she cooperated with him by coming down with her pussy as he came up so that their coupling was highly satisfying to both of them.
Val became even more excited, coupling with his mother in this way. The sight of her wet body right there and the feel of his swollen rod up inside her made him feel like some primitive animal who had discovered a bathing water nymph. What this form of sex lacked in intimacy, it more than made up for in excitement. Her wet skin gave him an intense joy, the water still running on both of them seemed to heighten the effect of the sex act.
"You can't imagine how this feels," his mother said.
"It feels good to me," he told her. "I know."
She found that she could make his cock move inside her by coming down as he was coming up. She could make it touch the places that gave her the most pleasure. By keeping it high, it rubbed against her clitoris and made her love tunnel gush with new freshets. When he held his head at the entrance to her pussy, it tantalized her and she could come down on it, sending his cock straight up to her clit where an immediate shock of electricity tingled through her body. His enforced slowness, in fact, was a further source of pleasure to her.
Val found that the running water helped to make him last. As he pulled his cock down and out of her, it would get wet and help him stay the orgasm that threatened to waste him before he had gone for very lung. The very awkwardness of their positions further served to hold him back, but did not lessen the gratification he felt in fucking his mother in this unique and exciting way.
But he could not control the gradually increasing tempo of their lovemaking. His mother was extremely excited and he could feel her love cave filling up with gushing juices. He now longed to slam his cock all the way up to her womb as far as he could. He wanted her to jump up and impale herself on his peg. He wanted to throw her on the floor of the shower and fuck her until she screamed with pleasure. Of course, the shower was not big enough for this tactic, but the thought was there nevertheless, and it grew with each stroke of his manly torpedo.
He could no longer stand it. The slowness was becoming too much for him. In an impetuous moment, he forced his mother out from under the cascading shower and into the corner away from the water. The shower still fell partially on his own back, but he was nearly oblivious to it. In the corner, he managed to get her up solid so that he could thrust and ram with more force. Her pursy seemed to delight in this new angle of attack.
His mother crouched slightly and pooched out her cunt so that the upward curve of his cock gave them both a good connection. He was aware that he was exerting pressure on her shoulders to hold her up against the two sides of the shower stall. It was animal and exhilarating. He began to fuck her very fast, his member smashing smoothly in and out of her cleft cunt. He could feel her shudder with every stroke. Her mouth fell open slack and her breath came in hard gasps. "Val, that's so good," she managed to breathe.
Her words exhorted him to a fuller frenzy and he pounded into her. His thighs slapped against hers with resounding smacks. He felt as though he could push farther up inside her than he had ever been before. Faster and faster he fucked, until her orgasms were coming with such a rapidity that she had no time to recover. He could not last long as he felt the now familiar tingling in the head of his hammer. He reached down and grabbed her buttocks with both hands and pulled them toward his humping cock.
He drove hard and fast and felt his mother pliable in his grasp. He drove until his sperm stormed up the thin pipe and burst milky from its flesh vessel. He grew giddy with the awesome sensation that his coming brought. His head was light and his breath all but gone. He pumped a few more times as his sperm spurted more weakly. Finally, it was over and he was drained. He relaxed his hold on her buttocks and stepped back, his organ falling out, a dangling dying thing.
But pleasure still suffused his body. His mother stood up then and took him in her arms. He relaxed in her embrace. She held him for several seconds, drenched with an overwhelming love for him. She kissed him on the forehead and then the lips, her body touching his, wet and satisfied.
"That was the best yet, Val."
"To me, too," he said.
"You were just spectacular. What a man. And how you make love."
Suddenly he felt that letdown that comes to a man after he has come to orgasm and finished his fertilization. He was anxious to clean up and get dressed. Sensing this, his mother released him from her embrace and stepped under the shower.
"We'd better get a move on," she said. "We'll both be late."
He nodded and gave her a filial kiss on the cheek. He stepped out of the shower first and found his father's towel still hanging in its spot. She followed and took her towel off the rack and smiled at him. It was right that he used his father's towel. She belonged to her son now and he had taken his father's place fully. She was proud of her accomplishment and her body still felt his cock inside, although it was not there.
Val watched his mother dry off and thought how beautiful she looked. It made him swell with pride to think of his seed up inside her. He felt tall and strong. Only moments ago he had held her up against the wall and given her the best of himself. It was a heady feeling and he was walking on light air as he left her to put on his clothes. His heart had still not returned to normal. He was afraid to watch her dress because he knew that he could get excited again. He knew that he would want her and he was tired.
He kissed her goodbye instead, and left for school. Outside he wondered if the neighbors could see him and if they did if they could guess what he and his mother had been doing. He walked very fast and left those thoughts behind. He didn't want to feel bad about what he had done, because it had been so good. He wanted to shout out loud how good he felt.
But he knew, above all, that he must keep this a secret ... from everyone. And even that made him feel good.
It was such a damned good secret.