Chapter 1
Charlotte Jenkins murmured in her sleep. She reached down to touch the edge of her nightie. She yawned, and moved her legs apart slowly. Then, her fingers crept up toward a thick triangle of reddish brown hair.
She murmured again, and her fingers slid down the rest of the way. They touched ever so gently the thick curls. They moved over the thick cleavage, pressing tightly.
She opened her eyes slowly.
"Oh god why am I so alone?" she cried aloud.
She turned on her side, lifting her upper leg and lightly cupped herself. Next, she reached down to the thick mound, rubbing it back and forth.
Her vagina grew moist, her body was trembling with excitement. The passionate nipple swelled between the lips, pushing out against Charlotte's fingers.
Moving her finger up, she lightly touched her swollen nipple, and pressed it. Wiggling her finger back and forth she felt the small protrusion until it became a shiver of excitement rushing up her back, and spreading across her shoulders and breasts.
Charlotte closed her eyes. Tightening her lips, she pressed them against her teeth. Moving her finger down and slowly she stabbed into her vagina, shivering against a shower of thrills, and noticed the moonlight, streaming through. Her breasts were swollen against her nightie, and her body was growing warmer, and she was beginning to sweat. Her nightie clung to her, as she continued pushing her hand back and forth between her legs. Parting her legs, she lay there working her finger slowly in and out of her vagina, until every pore of her body was pouring out sweat, until her breathing became harsh and uneven.
She shivered, as the excitement of her body rushed to her stomach. It worked against her loins and lingered. She turned her head again, and she thought of her son. He was alone and so was she. Sixteen year old Phillip had come home alone. It was Saturday night, and he hadn't found anybody at the dance. He was crying the blues, because he didn't have a girl. Then, she thought of all his lusty appeal, and how she could satisfy him if she only had the chance.
She went back and reached for her vagina, and continued pumping two fingers in, and she thought of her son.
These erotic thoughts flashed through her mind like meteors. She could hardly stand it any longer. She could imagine him loving her, licking her. She smiled softly, and then began playing with one breast.
She imagined touching the boy's lip with hers. She imagined what it would be like to slip her mouth down over his prick, and to flick her tongue against the head of it.
A shiver of anticipation ran through her body, as her lips opened, and her fingers moved faster.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Phillip entered.
Quickly, she reached from her vagina and pulled her hands up to her breasts.
"Why Phillip, what are you doing in my room?" she demanded quietly.
"Oh mom I couldn't sleep," he said, "I had such a bad time tonight. Mom, something must be wrong with me. I can't find a girl like the other guys do."
His mother tried to console him.
"Dear, why don't you come over here and sit on the edge of the bed ? " she replied.
Phillip walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, and as he sat there talking, he spoke with her lovingly.
"Oh mom, you've been so good to me. But, I miss my brother and sister. They're off to college, and I have no dad around the house. It's just you."
"I know son," his mother said softly, "it isn't easy. I've been alone a lot of my life too. Sometimes, I wish I had some love."
"Do you get hungry for love too?" he asked his mother, his eyes fastening on her now.
"Very hungry," she admitted tensely.
"Mom," he said, "is it wrong to masturbate?"
"No, I guess it isn't," she said.
"But some people say it is, don't they?"
"People say a lot of things, Phillip, and you've got to learn not to pay attention to most of it."
"But what can you do when you try to go to sleep, and you roll and roll, and toss and turn, and you can't get to sleep because that damned cock stays so hard?"
"Is that your problem Phillip?" she asked him bluntly.
As the moonlight streamed in the window, and her son sat on the edge of the bed, she could see his pajamas swelling where his cock was.
"Yes, mom, that's it!"
"Son," she said, "maybe, maybe I should help you."
"Oh mom, could you?"
She looked tensely, and then, her mind moved to the prick. She reached out and felt its swollen size through the sheer pajamas.
"Yes, son, you have a big cock, just like your father did."
"Did daddy have a big one too?"
"Yes son, he did. He liked sex a lot. And, I can imagine how awful it must be when you can't find a girl who can enjoy it with you."
"Mom, do you want to see it?" he asked eagerly.
"If you want to show it to me," she said, "it might help."
He reached down and slowly unfastened a couple of small buttons, and then his rod slid out.
As his mother gazed at the huge swollen male member, she felt herself trembling. The meat looked so fantastic, so much better than her fingers, how she wished she could have it sliding up her vagina, how well she knew what she could do with it. She emitted a small moan, and turned slowly away.
"Oh, mom, won't you just touch it?"
His mother reached out and touched the tip of his prick with her fingers.
The cock quivered, and when it did, the boy's entire body shivered and tingled.
"Oh mom, just stroke it a minute."
Without saying another word, his mother began stroking his rod. As she stroked, he became more and more excited. It felt fantastic to him.
"That's it, mom, yes, do it, do it for me, oh yes mom, pull it for me, pull my meat!"
Faster now and faster she pulled on his prick, and he became more and more intensely excited.
"Oh, mom, that's it, yes, yes, pull that meat. Oh mom, keep on playing with me," he panted.
Now, she knew he was enjoying himself, and she reached in and pulled his balls out and her other hand cupped them.
"Now you're pumping my meat, mom," her son smiled. "Oh yes mom, that's how I like it. That's it, it's so much better when you do it for me."
His mother was tempted to do many more things. The beautiful cock had so stimulated and intoxicated her imagination that she felt her venus mound moistening. Her loins were almost shaking at the anticipation of some day having that fantastic prick gliding up her.
"Oh, that's beautiful," he told her, "yes, mom, I like that."
He leaned back and as she pulled his meat, she suddenly got the compulsion to want to suck on it. Bending over, she let her tongue slide over the head of the meat, and then she let her entire mouth slip over it and she started sucking.
"Suck it, that's it, suck that cock, yes, suck it, suck it baby, suck it!"
She sucked on it smoother, and smoother, and she enjoyed it.
"Oh, that's beautiful," he told her.
Suddenly, she went down to the shaft of it, and fingered the balls as she sucked. He felt the huge penis stabbing to the back of her throat, and now he was reaching up guiding his mother's head over his prick.
"Suck it mom, that's it. Oh yes, suck that cock, that's what I like!"
It didn't take long for him to shoot his wad, with a hard, driving thrust, he unloaded himself.
"Oohhh, mom, I'm juicing, that's it, yes mom, yes, suck it, suck it, oh yes, suck that prick!"
His mother was going out of her mind with passionate excitement and delight as she felt her son giving it to her.
"Oohhh, wow!" she panted as she pulled off him.
She lay back and looked at him. Now, the moonlight was flooding the room, and she suddenly got the strange desire to see him completely nude.
"Oh Phillip, would you take off everything, and let your mother see you?"
When he had taken off everything, and displayed himself for her totally nude, she became so excited she could hardly stand it.
"Oh Phillip," she said softly, "why don't you lie down on the bed awhile?"
"All right, mom, if you want me to," Phillip agreed.
As he lay beside her on the bed, she looked at him closely.
"I like the way you've got your hair cut," she told him. "I'm glad it isn't so long anymore. It's more masculine like this."
"I'm glad you like it mom," Phillip said, his prick lengthening every second, as he surveyed her full round breasts, and kept glancing down to her twitching moist vagina.
"Mom," he demanded, "I still feel the need of a fuck."
"Son," she smiled, "how would it be if I gave you some lessons. I think it's important for you to have sexual experiences. But I think it's also important that you let me show you a few things about sex, that will help you."
"Anything you say mom," her son replied.
"The first thing I want you to do Phillip is just lie there and let me get on top."
"You want to get on top and ride my dick?"
"Yes Phillip," his mother smiled, "I know a very pleasant way to ride."
"All right, mom, go right ahead."
She straddled his body and as she slid her vagina down over his cock, she faced the opposite direction.
"Now, son," she smiled, "you can play with the buttocks, sort of guiding me, while I'm sliding my pussy up and down your rod."
"Oh gee, mom," he said, lifting his legs, so that her breasts touched his knees, "that's great!"
"Well, son, it really does help if you have it with someone who's had it before. That's why, sometimes a lot of younger boys used to have a woman who would come to the house and help teach them."
"Is that right mom," he asked, as he played with the buttocks.
"Yes son," she said, "that's right!"
Now, Phillip was working his hands over and around her behind. She was sliding herself up and down his rod, reaching down to his toes.
Glancing in the mirror, she got a good view of herself.
"Oh baby," he panted, as he rubbed his mother's behind, "what a beautiful butt you've got!"
Now, he lowered his legs a little, and she bent over, so she could throw herself up.
"Oh mamma, grab it!" Phillip cried.
Now, her young son was going to town. The excitement was almost too much for her. Having wished for so long, for sex, she at last was finding it.
"Fuck it, oh yes, fuck it! That's it, do it!" he cried.
He thrust violently, and reached again for her buttocks, gripping her, he closed his eyes tightly and strained, then pushed, burying himself in her tight moistness until there was no more to force.
His mother shivered, and thrust down on her son's cock. Her arms were stretched out, and she pressed her face against the bed.
"Oh, baby, don't ever leave me! Don't ever take it out of me! Don't baby, just keep it buried in me like this," she whispered.
Her son shivered, and he bent over and his lips touched her buttocks.
"Oh, mom, I've been saving it all my life, but I never knew until right now why I was. I never knew what I was missing. I never knew anything could be like this," he said.
Phillip thrust forward. He was watching her lovely humping buttocks, as he thrust himself into her.
"Oh, mom, I'll never stop needing you, I'll never stop needing this," Phillip said.
Fiercely, she thrust herself down on his hard driving meat.
She stared straight ahead, and remembered that their emotion was of a few moments duration. How, she wished she could make it last forever.
"Oh, Phillip, give it to me, give it to," she panted, almost insanely, as she continued doing it.
Spread-eagled like this across him, with his giant cock inside of her, moving in and out, swelling harder and harder, her hips were rotating. She was forcing him to thrust it into her higher.
Her long reddish blonde hair danced about the bed, as her body trembled, her belly shivered, and her breasts swelled. He was really giving her the best fuck she ever had. The excitement that rushed to her loins, was more beautiful than anything she had ever had. He pressed against her and she wiggled her hips widely. Now, Phillip was giving her short stabbing strokes which instantly snapped through the barriers and released her orgasm.
Their sexual excitement became explosive. Phillip cried out and threw his hands over her buttocks. Her legs were parting, then she clamped tight about his cock. She jerked her hips up and down.
Her mind went blank for a moment, and then a light snapped inside. In one instant every bit of tension disappeared from her. Her pores opened and she was covered with sweat, and collapsed limp on her son's dick.
Phillip was shivering, as his hands moved about her back, about her buttocks. He dropped to the bed, and threw his arms out to the side. The muscles in his body went completely limp, and he was hardly conscious of anything except his rapid breathing.
"Oh son," she cried passionately, "I never felt it so good. I never thought a climax could be like that," she panted.
That was just their beginning.
"Oh mom," he smiled, "when I came up here tonight, I was so hot and horny, and I never dreamt I'd ever get anything like this. When I get through with you, mom, tonight, you won't be able to walk," Phillip smiled.
His mother lifted off his still swollen rod. She hated to leave him, but she knew that she had to pull off him.
"I'll fuck you forever," he smiled, and then he kissed her.
As their lips met, and their arms went around each other, they thrilled to each other completely.
It seemed an eternity had passed in a few moments. He finished kissing her, and then, she patted his behind.
"Son," she said, "for almost two years I've seen what a handsome boy you were growing into. I got sight of you in the bathroom, in your shorts, and twice I saw you stepping out of the shower naked. I saw that big cock between your legs, and I wished that I could satisfy you like I did tonight."
Her son looked down at her breasts now and noticed that their appearance was changed, they were swollen and anxious. The nipples were sharp and hard as rocks. He looked at her loins and she was soaked with longing between her legs.
He turned his head to her, and she looked at his prick, then she closed her eyes.
"Oh Phillip, please get it hard again. Please get it hard one more time," his mother whispered.
Phillip gently kissed her, and then he told her :
"If you'll go down and suck some life in my limp cock, I'll fuck you again."
Lightly, her lips touched the head of his rod. She drew his penis back and let her mouth slip over the head of it. Adoringly, she sucked it. Gently, she touched the sensitive spot under the knob, moving her tongue back and forth.
Her son moaned, his hands moving up and down her head, his fingers running through her hair. Carefully he cupped her head and held her there. He shivered, and his meat began rising.
His mother thrilled at this response. Her head was sliding up and down as she consumed him again. She held him in her lips, slipping her tongue about his knob. She shivered and turned. She moved her lips adoringly over his cock; as she let her lower lip drag.
"Oh mom," he panted, "I wanted you so much. You'll never know just how much," he said, as he thrust his huge member inside of her mouth, pushing it to the back of her throat.
Phillip turned and moaned. He worked his hips up and down. He squeezed his legs together then parted them wide, all the time continuing his thrusting.
"Oh mom, take me, suck my prick, suck it for me," he begged her.
She moaned, and pulled back. Eagerly, she sucked. Now, she went way down to the base of it, taking his huge member all the way in.
Phillip moaned, and rolling his head back and forth closed his eyes tightly. He thrust himself in farther, and he-felt himself being sucked in by her desire.
"Oh mom, grab my butt, play with me," he begged her.
She continued sucking up and down, and then she reached back to his buttocks, and gripped them and played with them.
"Oh yes, mom," he panted, "this is what I needed all along. This is what I wanted so much," he panted, as he thrust his cock farther down her throat.
She felt his fleshy buttocks, as he thrust his hips back and forth.
His mother shivered, as she sucked. The emotion, the thrills, were almost overpowering. He thrust inside of her, and the thrills were racing up and down his spine. His mother's breasts were swelling harder and harder.
The excitement raced between them, as she continued grasping with pleasure, his wiggling buttocks.
"Oh mom, suck it, that's it, play with my ass," he whispered.
Suddenly, it was sliding down her throat, and then, his cock shot its load. A powerful stream of sperm, hurtled down her throat.
He moaned, "Oh mom, suck me, suck me, yes mom, that's it! Suck it mom, suck it!"
The excitement was building more and more, and now he could hardly stand it.
"Oohhh mom, suck my prick, suck the juice out of my dick!" he panted.
She went on sucking as his hands touched her head, pushing her down over his dick, and his wiggling buttocks were held by her clasping hands.
Staring at her, as she plunged her face down over his dick one more time, he pulled his hands off her head and banged his fists on the bed, with emotion.
"Oh mom, that's it, oh yes, yes, suck it all out," he moaned in happy torture.
Now his mother realized how much she meant to him.
"Honey," she smiled, "we shouldn't have done this."
He was feeling of her damp mound, and she was toying with his prick. However, the words didn't match what they were doing with each other's genitals.
"Mom, what difference does it make?" Phillip asked, "I had to get my rocks off. I needed you."
"And son," his mother panted, "I needed you. But, baby, there are things that are right to do and wrong. It was wrong for us to have sex tonight," she said in despair.
He just looked at her:
"What did you say," he asked.
"Nothing son," she answered.
His mother was still toying with his rod, but she was turning away.
Finally, she dropped his prick, and he took his hand off her mound, and she got up and walked over to the window and looked down to the street.
"I wonder how many other women are doing things like this," she asked softly, under her breath.
"What's the matter mom?" he said softly, "does it make you feel guilty because we had sex together?"
His mother turned about. Tears rushed down her cheeks. He looked at her for a long moment, and then he slapped his hands against the bed again.
"I'm losing my mind, I'm losing my mind," he snapped.
His mother now was upset. She didn't want her son to flip out, and have the reason being her seduction.
"Oh Phillip," she panted, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
She went over and pressed her cheek against his. And, she reached all over his body, working her hands over him in an effort to get him to forget.
"Mom," he said, "I'm a mother fucker." She looked at him now, tears staining her face.
Gently, he cupped her narrow face in his hands and stared into her soft hazel eyes. She brushed back her hair, and then, she touched his lips to hers.
"Oh son," she said, "I know how terrible it is."
She closed her eyes, and leaned back. Moving her hands slowly, on her son's back as he turned over, she gently rubbed him up and down.
"Oh mom, what are we going to do?" he asked her.
"Oh Phillip," she said softly, "I need you so much. I need you so much."
She shivered, and pulled herself tighter to her son. Tiny tears of sadness rushed down her cheeks and-dropped on his back.
"I need you too mom," he said softly.
He turned over and looked into her eyes. Then, she forgot her own troubles and lovingly she kissed him.
Now that they were kissing, and .pressing their cheeks against each other, she reached back to play with his buttocks. As she rubbed his behind, he reached over and felt her too. They were becoming more and more stimulated.
"Oh son, what are we going to do?" she asked, nervously.
"Mom," he said, "I want to fuck you again."
Her fingers were moving about him, and she parted her lips, and he thought of thrusting his cock inside her moist waiting mouth. She moaned. His hand reached out and cupped her fleshy buttocks. Then, he ran down her slim legs, feeling her inner thigh.
He looked down at her heavy breasts, and let his mouth move to her shiny nipples.
"Oh son," she said softly, "you don't know how I've hungered for you to suck my breasts."
His mouth sucked, as she pushed back. Their excitement was building, as their genitals heated up once more.
"Oh Phillip, I love it when you bite them like that. Easy honey, not so hard," she begged him.
With her hands roaming over his body, he was becoming more and more stimulated. He wondered how long he could take such passionate excitement.
"Oh baby," he panted, "I love it! Keep it up, I love it!"
Their passion was building, and both of them were now so excited and stimulated that they could hardly stand it.
"Oohhh honey," he cried, "Let's go down on each other. Let's sixty-nine!"
His mother stopped short. Guilt flashed through her, and the thought of sixty-nining with her own son was almost more than she could stand. She flattened her hand against her stomach and ran it down the side of her body. Nervously, she felt of her venus mount. The heat of her hand was enough to make her body tremble.
"Mom," he begged, "Let me suck your pussy, while you eat my prick."
"Oh baby," she said, "We've got to stop this. Where will it all end if we keep it up?"
"Don't think about it mom," he said, pushing her hand away from her vagina. Then, with his other hand, he reached for her hand and placed it on his now erect prick.
"Hey mom," he said, "doesn't that feel good?"
With words, she was trying to resist him. However, it wasn't working. The emotions that surged through her were overpowering, and she desired one thing. She wanted to eat him.
"Oh mom," he begged, "won't you suck me off? Please mom, blow me."
She glanced down at his huge tool. It quivered as she squeezed it. Some juice spurted out of the head of it. She wanted to bend over quickly and lick it, but she stopped.
"I can't son, I can't," she said, "You'd hate me. Now you want me to do it, but you'd hate me. Maybe not tomorrow, but a year from now you'd hate your own mother."
"I'd never hate you mom," he said, "never! What do we care what they think? All that matters is us. Tonight! Please mom, suck my my prick, please suck it for me."
As she looked into the intense eyes of her son, she didn't know what to do. Her forehead creased and she raised her hand and rubbed it. Closing her eyes, she tried to forget but she couldn't. Her mound was moistening as his fingers played with her. And with her other hand remaining on his prick, she felt him sliding smoothly back and forth.
"Go ahead mom," he said, "pull on it. Get it ready for a sucking."
"Oh no son, no, I can't," she said softly, shaking her head back and forth. However, with her hand she was pumping up and down on her son's huge, throbbing rod.