Chapter 9
Randi squirmed against his bonds and muttered another garbled moan behind the restricting leather belt that gagged his mouth. "MMMfff!! ! ! " he raged. "MMMfff ... MMMfff!! ! "
Marion looked toward the sound that was coming from the far side of the bed. Randi! My baby! I'd forgotten all about you!
Quickly, the young mother scrambled nakedly from the bed and approached her bound and gagged seventeen year old son. "Oh, Randi ... baby," she crooned, "I'm so sorry!" She stepped nakedly in front of him and reached behind his handsome head to unfasten the biting strap that bound his mouth, her large white breasts swinging obscenely a single inch from his startled face as she bent forward. His face flushed hotly at the lewd sight, and he dropped his eyes ... and feasted on the sparkling, cum-flecked coppery curls of his mother's freshly fucked pussy. Instantly, another unwanted thrill shot through his still-rigid teenage cock.
Marion unhooked the belt and unwrapped it from her son's head. "There, baby!" she smiled.
"Mom, quick, untie my arms! I can still catch those fucking bastards!"
Marion's eyes dropped unselfconsciously to Randi's lap, as she took a tiny half-step backwards and rested her hands on her naked hips. "Catch them?" she queried. "Why?"
"WHY!" Randi exploded incredulously.
"Yes, dear. Why?"
He could hardly believe his ears. And, why, in God's name, was she staring at his cock like that? "Because they raped you, Mom!"
"Oh, that! ... I didn't mind it. Did you, son?"
"Mom! For Christ's sake-"
"It doesn't look like you minded!" She leaned forward, letting her hand drop to the rising bulge in her son's blue jeans. "It doesn't look like you minded at all!" She leaned forward still further and planted a warm wet kiss on her son's forehead, while her long-nailed fingers teased along the surface of the heavy denim material where the bulge was. It was damp ... damp and slightly sticky. "Did I give you this, son?" she cooed warmly. "Did Mama give her handsome boy a big juicy hard-on?"
Randi clenched his eyes tightly shut in an effort to dissolve the lewd images of what he hoped to awaken to discover was only a bad dream. That flaming-haired wanton, that glassy-eyed slut rubbing his penis through his pants was not his mother at all. No, Randi Peters' mother was an angel ... a beautiful, soft-skinned angel ... not a whore!
"You didn't cum in your pants, did you, dear? It's awfully sticky here."
Randi writhed uselessly against his bonds, the thin strong cord biting painfully into his ankles and wrists. No! his mind recoiled. You're not my mother ... you're ... you're a filthy, evil bitch!
Marion dropped down on all fours between the boy's legs and slowly began to unfasten the row of galvanized buttons that ran the length of his fly. Done, she folded the denim material back in a gaping "V" and pulled the resisting son's jockey shorts down over the swell of his muscular hips. Oh, God! she sobered slightly as his turgid penis sprang into view. This is my son! I shouldn't be doing this!
He was hairy, big and hairy like ... like Creighton Holt. She dropped her hand down and grasped the lust-bloated stalk of his huge penis tightly between her slender fingers, drawing the thin layer of foreskin back to leave its ruby head naked and exposed. She leaned forward, her face directly over his quivering parted loins as she continued her gentle skinning back and forth over his rippling vein-webbed cock.
"Mom! Please don't do this ... please!"
Her lips were but a precious inch away from the tip of her son's prick and she opened them in a gentle "O" and breathed softly against it, letting the hot air tease over the naked cap like a soft caress.
"Oh God, Mom! Don't! It's wrong! You can't!"
Her tongue flicked out, the tip of it coming into warm wet contact with the bulging flared-out hole in the head of Randi's powerful cock. She traced lewd circles around the smooth rubbery flesh, oblivious to his protests and futile attempts to pull away from her.
"Mother!"
Again, the curious tip of the young mother's tongue found the tiny gap in the end of her son's lust-purpled glans and dipped into it wetly. It was already moist from the tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping up from his balls, and the sharply pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare. Her hands dropped to the base of Randi's huge erection, and she cupped his soft-haired testicles gently in one, while the other cradled the base of the long shaft where it soared up and out from the kinky nut-brown hair that covered his abdomen.
Randi moaned helplessly as he watched with bulging eyes the obscene spectacle of his beautiful red-haired mother milking his foreskin up, then down, until the shiny crabapple head of it squirted out slick and naked above her velvet grasp. Then, unexpectedly, she leaned forward another two inches and began to plant moist warm kisses around his penis, beginning at the satiny head and tracing a spiral downward path to the root of it, then back up again. She played perhaps a trifle longer than necessary, not quite able to bring herself to take it fully into her hot mouth.
Randi stared down at his mother's kneeling form and felt his balls churn involuntarily at the mind-blowing sight of it. "Oh, shit!" he spat lewdly, his resistance flowing from him as surely as the tide withdraws from the beach. "Suck it, you God damn bitch ... suck it!"
Marion's long red hair spilled down around her lovely face, the tips of her satiny strands brushing teasingly across her son's exposed flesh below the open "V" of his Levi trousers. Then, with a huge gulp of air for courage, the frustrated young mother hovered down and let her moist, soft, lipstick covered lips glide smoothly over the bulging mushroom cap of her son's nine-inch prick.
Randi shivered lewdly against the voluptuous sensations of his mother's lightly hovering mouth. She sucked him slowly, tenderly, like a hummingbird drawing nectar from a honeysuckle. Her subtle, yet persistent touch nearly drove him out of his mind with growing passion. Her satiny hair brushed sensuously against his naked abdomen, her round full breasts resting heavily on his jean-clad knees. God, he was as horny as she was!
Marion felt the smooth lips of her cunt part wickedly and invitingly behind her. As far gone as she was at that moment, Satan himself could have entered the room and fucked her to his heart's content. There was no more sorrow, no more anquished self-pity, no more fear of discovery. What there was, was cock. Her son's cock. Her baby's big, big cock in her mouth. She sucked to please, swishing her tongue wickedly around and around the pulsing beet-red knob of flesh that threatened in its sheer enormity to split the very seams of her mouth. She could feel the mounting pressure in his balls, and she pumped at the base of his organ in time to the pulsing hot contractions of her mouth. The very knowledge that what she was doing was forbidden seemed more deliciously naughty than wrong. Indeed, there seemed a certain indiscriminate "rightness" to the project. For once, she was following her heart, not her head or her stomach. Yes! her mind screamed joyously. It is right, it is!
"Mom, untie me ... please ... I want to fuck you!"
Marion's heart nearly stopped then, with the sudden surge of excitement her son's passionate confession aroused within her. She raised her sucking face to smile warmly up at him, her blue-green eyes sparkling with coquettish delight. "Do you, Randi? Do you really want to fuck your mother?"
"Shit, yes! Fuckin' untie me, will ya!"
Marion sprang excitedly to her feet and rushed to undo the network of loops and cinches that held the binding electrical wire in place around her son's arms and legs. She worked quickly and efficiently, despite the handicap of trembling hands and fingers. At last, the cord fell free, and Randi drew his muscular arms painfully forward to massage the circulation-starved wrists for a moment before getting to his feet. "Get up on the bed, Mom," he ordered, stripping hurriedly out of his clothing. "Now!"
Marion needed no further encouragement. Her eyes dropped and fastened once again on Randi's poling length of rigid teenage flesh. God, what a gorgeous cock it was! She eased quickly into position in the middle of the queen-sized bed, lying flat on her back with her long tapering white legs splayed lewdly open to the young man who clambered quickly after her. "Yes, darling!" she hissed passionately. "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"
Randi knelt between his mother's legs for a lingering half-second, devouring the devastating beauty of her naked body with his eyes. He raked the crowning glory of her russet-colored hair, her soft angelic face, her fantastic beige-nippled breasts. His gaze fell upon her narrow handspan waist, the gentle hollow of her navel, the wispy wedge of flame-red thatch that framed the juncture of her ivory thighs. It was wrong to fuck your mother, his mind recoiled briefly ... even a mother as mind-bogglingly beautiful as his own. Still, he had to have her ... he just had to ... now! ' He fell forward, his hairy young chest smashing her firm full breasts back tightly. He levered forward from the hips at the same time, sending his searing rail of flesh soaring into her burning pussy to the hilt. "Oh, God!" she squealed beneath him. "Oh, God, it's ... beautiful!"
She had never been so completely and deliciously filled with cock in her life ... not even that time so many years before with Creighton Holt. She could feel every pulsing wrinkle and ridge of his stiff young cock as it lay sunk to the balls in the very womb from which it had come. Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him, a low moan of abject surrender escaping from her parted lips. Then, tenderly, she reached up with her slender arms and encircled his handsome tousled head and pulled him down to her. "Oh, baby!" she crooned, her mouth showering kisses on his rugged face. "You're the biggest ... and the best!"
Randi captured his mother's lipstick covered mouth beneath his own and kissed her passionately, deeply, like man and woman. His darting, active tongue slithered deeply inside of her responsive oral cavern, and she accepted it willingly, eagerly, her mind aglow with lewdness as she sucked her joy out on it. Then, softly, she began to milk his poling rod of prick in her vagina with practiced muscular coordination. Jesus! he shivered lustily. II feels like ... like a satin pump!
Instantly, Marion drew her long white legs back at the knee until they almost touched her shoulders. The entire plane of her sex was completely open to him now, to use in any way he chose. "Fuck me!" she gurgled around his thrusting tongue. "Fuck me, hard!"
A wicked tremor coursed through the burly young son as his mother's vile words tumbled directly into his open mouth with a passion-choked ring of desperation in them. She not only wanted him to fuck her, she wanted him to fuck her hard. Quickly, he withdrew until jus the tip of his hard cock lay embedded within her clasping, sucking vagina, then thrust brutally back into her to the bloody hilt. "Oh, yesss!" she moaned beneath him. "Hurt me, if you can!"
God, she wanted him to take her roughly!
His mouth left hers then, trailing a wet row of kisses down her sensitive neck to her billowing, out-flowing breasts. He captured one swollen heavy nipple in his teeth and nipped it cruelly before sucking it fully into his mouth. She flinched at the painful bite, then shivered delightfully as Randi began to nurse softly on the berry-like nipple.
"Oh, yes, baby ... suck me and fuck me!" she moaned.
Randi continued to slave above her, moving suddenly into longer smooth strokes that brought his cock almost all the way out of her clasping vagina on the backstroke, then thrusting forward into her uplifted buttocks again until he could feel the harsh slap of his balls against the unprotected crevice of her anus. He grinned at the thought of further humiliation, and slid his fingers down over the tight skin of her ass until he found her tightly cringing rectum cradled defenselessly below. It was soft and warm and slightly sticky with Chuck Aaker's sperm.
He pushed into it with a sudden movement, violently scraping the tender interior walls with his hard nail.
"OOOooooh!" Marion gasped reflexively. "Not so hard!"
He thrust harder, delighting wickedly now at her cries of anguish.
"God, son ... watch your nails!" his mother protested.
There was no respite. Randi worked his finger around inside, stretching the already once-ravished softness wider and wider as he ground his thick middle finger around in his mother's ass-hole. Then, cruelly, he thrust still another finger into her rubbery rectum, then shoved them both into her to the palm of his sweating hand.
The deep guttural noises coming from the young mother's chest slowly switched to yet-greater moans of pleasure as her anus slowly became accustomed to the strange unnatural invasion.
Randi smiled a smile of triumph above her spiked-out nipples as he felt her begin to slowly screw her rectum back on his probing digits. She was hopelessly, deliciously impaled between her son's throbbing penis in her cunt, and his busy fingers in her bottom. Then, moaning and mewling her satisfaction beneath his massive form, she clenched her eyes tightly and sought in earnest her much-needed release.
The boy slid his free hand slowly upwards from the smooth rounded cheek of her ass to where his cock was slipping lewdly in and out in ever increasing pumps. He could feel the soft, hair-lined folds of velvety flesh clasp tightly to his rampaging organ of flesh, and he could sense their softness pulling and squeezing with each stroke. He fondled and played with the contracting labia as if it were a sensitive toy.
"Oh, God, son ... it's SOOO good!" she chanted beneath him, her face contorted into an unrecognizable mask of lewdness and perversion.
Jesus! he thought, fucking still deeper into her hungry vagina. The fucked-up bitch digs it all! Then, another icy tremor of evil shuddering through his body at the thought of hurting her, Well, we'll just have to see about this!
He grunted and groaned and shoved still another sharp-nailed finger up his mother's sweet ass. His hips, still pumping violently in and out, began to twist in tight concentric circles until the young mother felt for all the world like she was being reamed out with a Roto-Rooter. He wanted to hurt her ... to punish her for responding so shamelessly to Joe and the others. He wanted to hurt her because it made his penis tingle.
"Mom."
"Yesss, darling?"
"You're ... You're a dirty fucking whore!"
"Yes, darling."
"A fucking filthy pig."
"Oh, yes, darling ... Tell me what I am, tell me!"
Jesus, she must be a God damn masochist or something! "You're the worst fucking whore in the God damn world!"
"Yes ... Oh, yes, Randi!"
Jesus!
Spurred on by the lewd and vile words spilling from the lips of her handsome young son, Marion ground her hips up tightly on his rigid young cock, surrendering totally to the magnificently erotic thrills gnawing at her stomach. There was nothing else in the world, no tomorrow, no yesterday, nothing ... but the stiff length of her son's poling instrument of lust in her hot cunt.
"Oh, yessss!" she yelled. "Yes, darling ... fuck megooooood!"
She was rapidly approaching her desperately sought orgasm and her body had become something more animal than human. Eagerly now, she drew her legs back still further until her knees pressed tightly against her shoulders. Then, frantically, she locked her slender ankles around her son's neck, dfawing him still tighter and closer into her, and exposing more of her pelvic plane to his pounding thrusts.
Randi drove on mindlessly, oblivious to all but his own pressing need for release. He was almost there, driven by the tiny devils that danced in his testicles. Sweat poured heavily from his bucking body, and he bit down so hard on the nipple in his mouth that he nearly drew blood. He was but an infinitesimal second away.
And then ... then, it happened!
Fighting desperately to maintain his frantic pace, while his churning balls began to spurt their heavy load of teenage cum inside of his mother's body, Randi could only hope that Marion was close enough to pop. He had only a few more strokes before...
"Aaaaaaauuuuuurrrrgggghhhh!! ! " she yelled. "I'm cumming, toooooo!"
In a dance macabre of lust, the creaming mother and son fucked each other to a virtual froth, both of them nearly swooning from the gut-thrilling sensations of wicked delight they took from one another. Marion's rich mane of flaming red hair whirled and swirled around her grimacing face, her lips peeled back wildly over her perfect white teeth. Yes! her mind sang joyously. This is it! This is HEAVEN!
Randi felt his balls churn wildly as he pumped squirt after squirt of his hot sperm into his mother's sucking red-thatched pussy. Never, not in his whole life had he ever imagined that anything could be quite so pleasurable. Even the fantastic orgasm he'd achieved with the pretty little Mexican waitress paled in comparison to his mother's educated pussy. He quivered then, his entire body shivering excitedly as he pumped the last few ropy spurts of his hot seed into Marion's seething channel. Then, exhausted, he rolled his spent form from her body to sprawl panting on his back.
Marion, her legs still pinned to her shoulders and quivering, sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction. Then, like her handsome young son, she drifted off into a deep and restful sleep.