Chapter 2
It wasn't working at all. Now, that he had gotten her so stimulated, Charlotte Jenkins faced the truth. She wanted to suck her son, as much as he wanted her to suck. Also, she desired him. She imagined how exciting it would be to feel his tongue lashing away at her vagina.
"Son," she said, "I'll do it. You want me now, and you'll hate me tomorrow. But I'll live for tonight."
"Oh thanks mom," he panted, "I'll never hate you. Go right ahead mom, do me, and I'll do you."
Together, they had made their vow, and now they went to work. He put his head down where her vagina was, and started licking. Suddenly, he went to work sucking on her moist mound. As he looked at her vagina, it fascinated him. He loved to look at the curly pubic hair, and he enjoyed pulling the pink lips apart, and watching as his hot pink tongue drove inside.
At the same time, he was thrusting his huge tool into his mother's mouth, and driving it down her throat.
"Oh mom," he panted, "this is beautiful!"
Faster and faster she was devouring his dick as he was stabbing her vagina.
Their bodies were quivering, and her hand was working around his buttocks.
"Oh mom," he panted, "that's it, feel me all over and suck it too."
"I love you son," she breathed, letting her mouth slip off his cock a moment.
Then, she thew her arms about him, and jerking his meat back into her mouth, she went down on it again. Instantly, the flame rushed through her son's body. He groaned, and his tongue plunged into her pussy.
She was losing her breath as she sucked away. Her fingers were working all around his ass-hole now, and finally, she thrust her finger up his ass-hole. With a finger gliding up his ass-hole, and her mouth moving up and down his prick, he was getting enormous excitement. At the same time she was receiving a tremendous thrill, from the way his tongue was sliding and slipping all around inside of her vagina.
She pulled her legs together, so she could embrace him, with her inner thighs. He loved to stare at her mound, and he kept his eyes opened all the time that he was thrusting inside of her.
Almost frightened, with her own boldness, Charlotte continued sucking.
"Oh, mom," he panted, as he pulled his tongue out of her snatch a second.
Now, holding the lips apart, he stared inside at her. Hesitantly he thrust his tongue back inside of her mound. How she loved it, as he went to work. She closed her legs voluntarily about his head, and squeezed. Her hips jerked up and down. Her hands were traveling about his body now, as she sucked down on his, cock. They were doing a fast sixty-nine, and nearing an exhilarating climax.
Faster, and still faster, his tongue stabbed her vagina. She was feeling thrills, shooting through her body as her son grabbed her buttocks and stabbed his tongue up her vagina.
Now, they were both going to town, faster and faster as they were almost there. Suddenly, he shot his load, and the steady stream of sperm shot down her throat. Eager to discover What her son tasted like, she pulled back so she could suck the juices. She loved the, taste of his creamy thick sperm, and as she finished sucking, he felt her shooting too. A gusher got him, and he let his tongue whip around inside of her, to devour her.
Now, he pulled away from her, and looked at her.
"Oh mom," he said, "that was beautiful."
At last, they had achieved the thrills that they had set out to achieve. And, as she looked at him down on her loins, she couldn't help feeling a little sad.
"Honey," she said, "did you enjoy eating your mom?"
"Why yes, I loved eating your pussy."
She gripped his cock, and licked the head of it gently.
"It was fun sucking you off, son," she said quietly.
Now the two of them were resting in each others thighs. He lifted his leg, and she looked at the outline of it. With the moonlight streaming through the window, she could look down and see the crack in his buttocks, and she thought she might let her tongue slide down there.
Bending over, she let her tongue slip down his leg until she came to the crack in his buttocks. She didn't let that stop her, and her tongue continued sliding, until she was right to his anus. Now, with a hard, driving thrust, she stabbed his ass-hole.
"Oohhh mom," he panted, "that was beautiful!"
She was delighted that she could give her son this most erotic of sexual acts. There was no act to degrading, no act too debasing for her to demonstrate her affection for her son. And, how much Phillip appreciated it. He recognized how deeply she wanted to display her feeling. And, he respected her as her tongue slid up his hot behind.
"Oh suck my ass out mom," he panted, "suck it mom, that's it mom, oh yes suck my ass out, oh yes mom, suck, suck, that's it, oh yes suck it!"
Her hands were on his buttocks now, and she was sucking his ass-hole, as best she knew how. She enjoyed it, and so did he. And she would let nothing stop her at this point.
"Oh mom, suck ass, suck it all out, oh yes, that's the way!" he panted, as he lifted his buttocks off the bed, and gave her easier access to his ass-hole.
Finally, his cock was stiff again. And, she reached for it, pulling on it.
"Oh yes mom, jack me off," he begged.
Opening her eyes, as she let her tongue continue sliding up his tight anus, she saw his testicles pulling back and forth, and the huge cock. Happily, she reached for it and gripped it tightly and began pulling. As she pulled his rod, she let her tongue slide up his ass-hole. He loved the double action.
"Oh yes mom," he panted excitedly, "pull my meat! Pull it off!"
With rapid-fire movements, her hand pumped up and down and she knew she could bring him there, in quick order.
"Faster, harder mom, oh yes, pull it off!"
She was only too delighted to pull her son's prick off, as she wanted another crack at his sperm. She loved the taste of it, and she was confident she could devour more of his juice.
As the cock began to quiver, she decided it was time to get her mouth on the prick. Sliding her tongue out of his ass-hole, she quickly moved her mouth to the head of the cock and started sucking it.
"Oh baby, suck it, that's it, suck that cock, oh yes, suck! Suck it off, mom, oh yes!"
His mother sucked diligently wanting to give him the type of cock suck that would make him come back to her bedroom. She had one thing now, that she wanted more than all else. That was her son's sex. It would require giving him more action, more stimulation than anyone else ever would. There was no act, now, that she wouldn't gladly perform.
"Suck it off mom, suck it, oh yes, suck that prick!" her son cried as he rolled back and forth, clutching the sheets in his sexual ecstasy.
Finally, he shot his load, and she sucked it all out.
"Oohhh, aahhh, yes, mom, yes, that's it, oohh, aahhh, suck it all out!"
Now, that he had been sucked and flicked, he felt satisfied.
He got off the bed and looked at his mother.
"Now, mom, I hope you don't feel guilty. I got rid of my own complex. I'm not going to think of myself as making love to mother, but as my sweetheart. Because that's what you are to me, mom."
"Oh son," she said, reaching out, "you say the most beautiful things. I do love you, you know that don't you?"
He bent over and kissed her lips gently. Then, he whispered, "Of course I know that, mom. And don't think I don't love you too."
Having finished his gentle kiss, he moved away from her, and went to the door. As he walked out, she thought of him as a little boy, and the sound of little feet pattering down the hall. And, it tortured her to think that something had come up like this, to mar their otherwise perfect relationship. Yet, she had enjoyed him sexually. That was what tortured her most of all. She shouldn't have enjoyed her own son. she thought. Yet, she did. How could she tell anyone? Who would have sympathy for her? The awful things that people would say, tortured her mind, as she thought about it.
She tossed and turned, and found it next to impossible to sleep. Rising out of bed, she went to the window again and looked out. As she glanced at the apartment houses and the houses, she thought to herself, why is it that I'm so damned fouled up? Why is it that I'm always in trouble? And, why, why did I ever start having sex with Phillip, my son ?
Now, she finally drifted off to sleep. And the next morning, when she woke up, the nightmare still seemed to cling to her. She wanted to tell Phillip it had to be all over between them. However, she was afraid to tell him this. She was afraid that he would reject her. She was afraid that now that he had experienced sex, he wouldn't be satisfied until he had much more.
She learned how right her fears were, when, Phillip walked naked into her bedroom. His rod was large, and he was grasping it, as he walked toward her.
"Phillip," she said, "why are you here?"
"Mom," he smiled, "the reason is obvious."
She reached out, and touched the head of his prick for him.
"Oh mom," he panted, "just suck on the bead of it a minute."
She reached out, and sucked smoothly. As her tongue swirled over the head of the meat, Phillip became more and more stimulated.
"Oh mom," he panted, "suck it, suck it, yes mom, suck it!"
She reached under his testicles, and jiggled them for him. As her one hand grasped his cock and she sucked it, her other hand continued manipulating his balls and feeling under his behind.
It was an exciting moment for them, and they both enjoyed it immensely. Now, she was sucking quicker, and Phillip knew he couldn't hold back for long.
"Oh mom," he panted, "that's it! Yes mama, suck it, oh yes hot mama, suck it, that's it!"
Faster and faster, his mother sucked his rod. He was delighted and couldn't wait for more action. It was as if she had a charm that she could cast over his cock, the moment her mouth slipped over it. He could never imagine anything being more exciting than mom's sucking mouth.
"Oh mom," he panted, "suck me off. Suck it, that's it, oh yes!"
Suddenly, he shot a hot load of juice into her mouth, and she devoured him. The delicious taste of her son's sperm was very exciting.
"Oh mom, that was beautiful, that's it, oh yes!" he panted.
Now that she had finished him, she thought he would let her be. However, he was still hard.
She got out of bed, and started to walk across the room. As his eyes followed her as she was walking across the room, he loved the sight of her buttocks. He liked to see the motion that they were making when she was walking.
"Stop right there!"
His mother turned, and she saw his eyes glancing down at her behind. She reached back and caught it.
"Oh Phillip," she said, "you don't want to fuck there, do you?"
"Yes mom," he told her quite frankly, "I want to fuck your ass."
"Phillip, are you some kind of a sex maniac? Why is it that you won't let me be?"
"I don't know what's happening to me mom," he said, "I just feel I've got to keep fucking and trying everything."
"I'm so sorry I got you started, son," she said, running back to the bed, and throwing herself down sobbing.
Phillip stood there, his cock still standing on end, and his eyes turned toward her. Now, he felt guilty. He was making her cry. His passions, his compulsions, his desires were upsetting her and it hurt him to see her weeping.
"Oh mom," he said, "I'm sorry as hell. I really am."
He went over to the bed, and bent over, and put his hand on her shoulder. Stroking her hair, he tried to soothe her. However, it wasn't working very well.
"Phillip," she said, "if you want to so bad, I'll let you do it."
"Oh mom," Phillip replied, "that would be just wonderful. I really would love to try it. I don't know why, but when I saw you walking across the room, my balls ached to stab your ass-hole with my cock."
"Oh that's great," he said, "but, I'll do it as easy as I know how. I guess I've got to use some grease or something."
"Yes, son, that would help a lot."
He went to the bathroom and hunted for some grease that he might use. He found some surgical jelly, and squeezing the tube, put it on his prick. Then, walking back into the bedroom, he saw his mother lying on her stomach. He sat on the edge of the bed, and let his hands wander up and down her spine, while his fingers now and then reached up to her neck where he tried to massage her there. She winced with pain.
"Oh Phillip," she said, "please don't touch me there. My nerves. You're hurting me."
"I'm sorry mom," Phillip replied, "I don't mean to hurt you."
Now, his hands were wandering down to her shapely behind. Something about her buttocks fascinated him. As he rubbed her there, his hands went farther down and farther down the crack of her buttocks until he was feeling around her anus, and then around her vagina. Slipping one finger in her vagina, he manipulated her clitoris. She loved it, and then he slid a finger in her anus. As the finger slid back and forth in her anus, he was juicing her.
Now, he could tell from the way her buttocks were wiggling, that she was enjoying it too. He straddled her, and slowly eased his well lubricated rod into her anus. However, when he came to the tight anal ring, he had some difficulty.
"Mom," Phillip asked quietly, "would you please arch your ass up?
"All right," his mother replied sadly.
She bent her behind up, so Phillip could thrust his tool into her ass-hole, and start fucking her. As he drove it hard into her ass-hole, she became more and more intensely excited.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," she panted, "yes, honey, yes fuck your mama good!"
Gripping the ass cheeks, he manipulated them while his cock stabbed inside of her. She twisted her hips, and threw herself back to him, to meet his driving cock thrusts. Once he had his meat inserted, she was enjoying it toe.
"Fuck it, oh yes, fuck it!"
Higher and higher, the hard cock shot. Phillip was flipping out. He was intensely excited, and enjoyed it immensely.
"Oh baby," he said, "that's beautiful! Fuck it, oh mom, fuck, oh yes, fuck it!"
Now, Phillip realized what a fantastic time he was having. He didn't care who she was, he only cared about one thing. He cared about his hard cock driving up an ass-hole. The fact the ass-hole belonged to his mother, made not a particle of difference. He knew it was tight, he knew it was twisting, and his cock loved it.
"Oh fuck, fuck, that's it, twist your tail!"
She ground her hips around, and twisted her tail, as he rode into her.
"Fuck, fuck, that's it baby, fuck it!"
Bending over, he decided he could add some pleasure to his passion, by reaching for her breasts and playing with them. With both hands he cupped her breasts, and clutched them. She loved the feel of his fingers on her soft flesh. Now, he was riding her good.
"Fuck it, oh yes, mom, fuck! That's it, mama, fuck it, oh yes, mom, fuck, fuck, oh yes, fuck it!"
Faster and faster, he drilled her until he shot his load. When she felt the hot juice flash up her rectum, her body became so intensely excited, she was vibrating.
"Oh mom," he sighed, "that's beautiful! Yes, mom, fuck, fuck it!"
His mother was delighted and excited that she could produce such electrical thrills for her son. Now, she was enjoying it.
"Oh mom, keep churning your ass around," Phillip begged her. "Yet, that's beautiful, like that!"
The hot, driving meat thrust inside, and he shot again.
"Oh mom," he panted, "I can't stand it, I'm cuming again!"
When his mother felt more sperm shooting up her, she knew he must indeed be oversexed. And, she was glad she could relieve her son, not knowing what lengths he might go to, if she didn't offer herself, for his sexual satisfaction.
"Ooohhh, mom!" he panted, "yes mom, that's beautiful! Yes, fuck it! Fuck it! That's it, mom, oh yes, fuck, fuck, fuck it!"
The exciting action that they had experienced, was driving her out of her mind. She could hardly stand the electrical thrills that were shooting up and down her spine. Now, she adored him for all he was worth. After he had slid his cock out of her anus, and lay down on the bed, she nuzzled up close to him. She threw her arms around him, and brushed her breasts across his chest, and peppered his face with kisses.
"Oh Phillip, Phillip baby, mama loves you, mama loves you!"
Phillip was delighted that his mother was so excited, and stimulated. It was a fantastic moment for them both, and now, he fucked pushing against her. However, his prick was limpid at last. She reached down and fingered his limpid rod.
"Phillip," she smiled, "this is what brought us so much pleasure. Your father and I used to like to play games on the bed. All kinds of things he would do to me son. There are so many exciting things that we can experience, if we have the nerve to do them." .
"Oh mom, I've got the nerve," Phillip sighed, "just don't ever be sorry that we're doing it. Please don't be sorry or feel guilty."
"I'm sorry son, I slipped a few moments ago. I should know better than to ever feel guilty. There's been too much sorrow in my life. Those few moments of happiness I must cling to. You understand, don't you son ? "
"Yes mom, I do understand. We were meant for each other, we know how to enjoy each others bodies. So what difference does it make. I didn't ask to turn on with you, you didn't ask to turn on with me. It happened! Accept it!"
"Oh Phillip, I'm so glad you see it that way. You have the right attitude, and we both can be happy as long as we never let ourselves fall into that trap of regretting what we're doing."
"Mom," he said, fingering her breasts, "a long time ago I quit feeling guilty about anything. I've played with myself, I've had to. And I didn't dare feel guilty. But when I came in here last night, we got in bed together and made it. I knew it was you and me."
"I felt the same thing, son. I've never felt anything that wonderful except when your father and I hit it off so well."
"How was the old man?" Phillip asked quite frankly. "Did he have a big jackhammer too?"
"A big one," she assured him, "and how he liked to ball me. Don't think I didn't love balling him too, son."
"I'll bet you did," he smiled, "isn't it mysterious how I came out of you?"
"It's the biggest mystery in the world, Phillip. We all come here that way, and nobody quite understands why. We just know it happens. I felt something for your father the first moment I looked into his eyes. And you know what? He felt something for me too. And we hit it off so well that first night, we had sex. I've never told anyone that before, because they would say I was a slut to have sex the first night I met a man. But that's the way it was with your father, Phillip. We loved each other."
"And out of that love, I was born."
"Yes, Phillip, yes. Oh, I would hate to think what your father would think if he knew what we were doing, son. He would probably hate me most of all," his mother cried as she started to reminisce.
"Don't you cry, mom," Phillip insisted, "we're trying to enjoy ourselves. We can't take time for tears. Please, don't cry mom."
Her head was bowed and her mind was traveling years back, to the times when she had sex with her husband. How it crushed her that she had seduced her son. It hurt her, no matter how lightly she tried to take it. Yet, now that she had already had it with him, she didn't see any way out.
"Mom," Phillip asked her, "did dad ever fuck you up the ass?"
"Why do you ask so many personal things?", "I'm curious, mom," he said. "Why shouldn't I be? I like sex, and I like it with you. I'm just trying to find out."
"I guess you come by it naturally, son," his mother said softly. "Your father wanted to experiment and try everything. Yes, he liked to suck and fuck, and he loved to do it from behind, just like you do, Phillip."
Phillip smiled and then, chuckled, "I guess I'm just a chip off the old block."
"That's true," she laughed, trying to get her mind off the morbid thoughts that kept haunting her, troubling her.
She looked down again at his naked body, and the sight of his testicles, his limp cock, and his handsome legs, aroused her.
"You're a very good looking boy," she said.
"And you're not a bad looking mom," he smiled, "your tits don't sag, you have beautiful legs, and you're not too fat. And what an ass-hole you've got!"
"Did you like the way I sucked you too?"
"Oh mom," he said, "I almost cream thinking about it. You really suck head. Dad liked that too, didn't he?"
"Oh yes," she replied, "your father was very fond of having his cock sucked. And, he used to like to eat my pussy too."
"Don't blame him," Phillip replied, "you've got a pretty pussy. You really have, mom."
"What would people think, Phillip? What would people think if they knew that you and I were in this bedroom having sex?"
"I know what they'd think," Phillip replied casually, "they would think that we'd gone crazy. That's what they'd think."
"Would they be right?"
"I don't know mom," Phillip replied, "I really don't know. Maybe we were both wired wrong at the factory. It can happen mom. If you were off, then I'd be off, it figures."
"Don't think thoughts like that, Phillip, just because we had sex together. It's one thing to have sex, it's another thing to be mad!"
"Mom," Phillip said, "if, I went somewhere and told them I had made it with you, some of them would want to kill me. They'd say I was a no-damned-good mother fucker."
"Oh Phillip," his mother said softly, "please, for god's sake, please don't talk like that!"
As she saw the terror in her boy's eyes, she was haunted and tortured. Every scintillating second of pleasure seemed like nothing. The happiness, the delight, all disappeared. For, she realized the reality was not an older woman and a younger man finding each others bodies appealing, and having sex, but, it was a mother taking advantage of her own son's untamed sexual instinct. Sure, he wouldn't object now. Troubling thoughts would arise, and disappear as the desire overpowered his judgment. However, she knew the day might come when Phillip would walk up to take her life. When he had mentioned telling someone, and knowing there might be someone out there who would want to kill him for being a mother fucker, she knew the day could come when her own son could want to kill her, to destroy the horror and torture of their sexual association. And this horrifying thought drove her to the brink of despair.
"What are you thinking, mom?" he asked her quietly.
"I can't tell you now, Phillip, someday I will."
Phillip patted her hand softly, and smiled, "I'll always love you, mom. I don't give a damn what anybody says. It's what I feel, it's what you feel. We feel love."
"Yes, Phillip," she smiled, "we feel love. But, it's the kind of love that hardly anybody could ever understand."