Chapter 1
One afternoon when Liz Jackson came home she saw her athletic young son, Brad, swimming in the pool. She decided that he was being indecent because he wasn't wearing any swim suit at all. As Brad pulled out of the pool and looked at her, he turned away embarrassed.
"Well I should hope you would be embarrassed," she said in a clipped voice. "Put some clothes on."
Defying his mother, Brad turned on her. "Everybody's streaking nowadays," he said, "so what's wrong with Me taking a skinny dip in the pool?"
"Plenty," Liz said. "What would the world come to if everybody ran around in the buff 7"
"There's nothing wrong with wanting to be in the nude," her young son reminded her. Flexing his muscles he displayed himself proudly. As Liz Jackson glanced down between his legs she could see Brad was growing up to be a big boy in more ways than one.
"Does it surprise you that I've got such a big cock, mom?" he asked her crudely.
"How dare you talk that way to me?" Liz said as she walked over to him.
"Mom," he smiled, "what's 'wrong with you taking your clothes off and joining me in a skinny dip."
"Plenty," she exclaimed.
Liz turned around and went back into the house. However, as she glanced through the bedroom window she couldn't help but admire the sleek trim body of her young son, Brad. It had been so long since she had had any sex. Jerry Jackson, her husband, and she had separated. She couldn't stand it when she caught him playing around with his secretary, Joyce, in a motel room. Ever since then Jerry had been trying to get back in her favor. However, Liz had the goods on him. And she wasn't going to let him crawl back and do a rerun of what he had been doing for years.
Suddenly, the thought went through her mind that perhaps Brad was right. Maybe she was a prude not. to want to go out in the nude. Deciding that she would enjoy a refreshing dip, she began undressing. When she took off her dress she observed her well-shaped bosoms and her trim waist and her beautiful legs. She was a rather appealing sex package. When Brad was a little boy she thought nothing of going around naked in the bedroom before him. However, when he was eight years old she decided that was too late for her to continue this practice. She saw to it that she kept her clothes on so she wouldn't give him any wrong ideas. Nevertheless, at this moment she figured it might not hurt to take a dip with him. He had missed his father and she recalled how Jerry used to enjoy a nude dip in the pool with his son. She had always stayed away, feeling that they were men and it would be wrong for her to enter the scene. Today she figured maybe she was being a prude and she decided to strip further.
Taking off her panties and her bra she stood there naked, glancing in the full-length mirror.
What a shame, she thought to herself, that her beautiful body wasn't being loved.
Turning around she walked out through the patio. The moment Brad caught sight of her he swam to the far side of the pool and got out.
"Swell, mom," he said, "are you gonna streak across the patio?"
"Why not, Brad?" she laughed, as she charged stark naked from one end of the patio to the other, got up on the diving board and plunged into the pool. As Liz swam, her young, seventeen-year-old son feasted his eyes on his mother's body. She was luscious and beautiful. It did seem a shame that she had to be his mother as he could think of so many things that he would like to do her. When Liz pulled out, she lay on a chaise longue and soaked up the sunshine.
"The patio is drenched with sunshine today," she said. "I'm so glad I did come out."
Her son pulled up a chaise longue beside her and lay there looking at her. Liz glanced at him and he smiled. "Mind if I look at you, mom?" he asked quietly.
"Course not," she replied.
"It seems natural to be naked," her young son, Brad, observed.
She didn't answer him as she felt strange emotions circling through her body. It tormented her as she felt her mound moistening as his hot eyes fell on her fur-trimmed triangle.
"Why do you look at me like that?" she asked him.
"I can't help it," he told her.
She realized that his instincts were taking over. She was delighted that he was this excited.
"Mom," he suggested, "why don't you feel me?"
It disturbed Liz to think that her son would make such a request. What was even more alarming was when he reached for her hand and placed it over his hard penis. She pulled away, but he held her tightly.
"What are you trying to do?" she laughed.
"I've got a hard-on," he said. "Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
"Not when my own son has the hard-on," Liz reminded him.
"Doesn't make any difference to me, mom," he told her bluntly.
"Do you expect me to stimulate you sexually, son?"
"Why not, mom?" Brad said, his eyes intense, his hand still pressing her hand down on his rock-hard cock.
It did feel wonderful to touch his penis. It had been so long since she had touched a man's male member. She thrilled to the hardness of it.
"Sweetheart," she shrugged, "I can't do it."
Brad paid no attention to what his mother told him. Instead he gripped her hand tightly and began pumping up and down on his stiff penis.
"Pump it," he panted, "yes. Pump the cock. That's what I want. Jack it off."
She pumped with all of her might. And he enjoyed it enormously. Releasing his hand from her hand, he discovered she was more than willing to give him a jerk job without his assistance.
She looked at his cock and thrilled when she saw a drop of crystal cum forming at the small slit at the head of it. His eyes followed her glance.
"Taste me," he said huskily.
Bending over she let her tongue sweep over the head of his hard shaft.
"Suck it," he begged anxiously.
Letting her mouth slip over his cock, she quickly gripped it with her lips. He thrusted forward with even rhythmic strokes as she sucked.
"Eat me," he insisted, "get the juice. That's the way to do it. Suck it. Suck the juice out of it."
Feeling his shaft touching the back of her throat, she felt as if she were choking.
"Breathe through your nose," he told her.
Breathing that way she found that she could continue letting him stab his cock deep down her throat.
"Won't be long now, mom," he warned her. "I'm ready to shoot."
He was telling the truth for a second later he exploded in her mouth. As the hot jet stream of cum gushed down her throat, she got a taste of him.
"Eat it," he begged, "suck it all out. Get it all!"
Liz Jackson finished sucking her son's cock off. Slowly she slid off him and then she came to.
"Forgive me," she said. "I shouldn't have done that."
"What do you mean, mom?" he demanded.
"You know," she said quietly. "Having sex with her own son can get a mother in a lot of trouble."
Reaching down he felt of his mother's vagina.
"You shouldn't do that, son," Liz said.
He paid no attention to what she was saying, as he could tell from the way she was juicing she was enjoying it.
"Brad, baby," she said, "I've got to stop you."
"You want it as bad as I do," he told her.
She parted her legs and he got a wide angle view of her vagina. The sight of her buttocks combined with her fur-trimmed triangle had him stimulated. Dipping his finger into her vagina he obtained some pussy juice that he promptly applied to her anal opening. Sliding his finger up her asshole he let his tongue trace along inside her vagina. Liz realized he was hot for her as her husband had never been. It was taking advantage of his youth and his lusty desire for sex. It made her feel suddenly guilty. Nevertheless, this was what she wanted now.
"Oh, baby," she moaned, "eat me. Eat mamma's pussy. Eat me."
Words that she never thought could tumble out of her mouth were issuing forth now as sexual commands. Brad was anxious to pay heed to what his mother told him to do. He drove his slippery tongue into her vagina. Her body wiggled as she felt sensations surging through her that she had never known before.
"Eat me," she panted, "eat me, Brad. Yes, love me. That's it. Stab your tongue way up there. Lick quick, baby. Oh, honey, I'm going to cum."
The hot pussy juices gushed from her vagina. Eagerly he licked away.
"Brad, baby," she panted, "keep licking. Yes. That's the way your mamma likes it. Oh, Brad, love me!"
Brad was happy to please his mother. His hot tongue swept gingerly along her velvety vagina, devouring her last pussy juice.
When he pulled out of her, he looked up at her for approval. She smiled down at him and nodded.
"Yes," she said, "yes, baby. I hate to admit it but we do ignite each other."
It didn't take long for Brad to wrap his arms around his mother and hold her close to him.
"You're beautiful, mom," he said. "I only wish your dad thought so," she sighed sadly.
"Forget him," he said. "I'm here now. We don't need the old man back."
She got to her feet and went into the kitchen.
"I'm going to fix you the biggest dinner you ever had," she told him, with a happy smile.
"I'm ravenous," he admitted.
"That's good, baby," she smiled, as she began preparing the meal for him.
After dinner, she got to thinking. If they continued in this vein there would be trouble eventually. She had to tell him that it was over.
"Brad," she finally blurted,, "about what happened today, it must never happen again."
He got so upset at what she said, he ran over to her and glared.
"What do you mean it's all over?"
She looked at him and was so startled at his intensity, she gauged her words carefully.
"I mean this," she explained. "If anyone knew what you had done to me they would call you names. I can*t let anyone do that to you."
"What do I care if they call me mother-fucker, as long as I'm getting my rocks off," he quipped angrily. "It's different with you. You were a young chick when dad balled you. That's why you still look so great."
"Thanks for all of the compliments, son," she said. "Now you're angry that I'm telling you no more. But someday you will thank me."
"Will I?" he said angrily.
"Yes, you will, baby," she smiled.
Brad turned away and went to his room. It bothered her that he took it so hard. But what else could she do?
A short time later, she decided she would go to bed. She was feeling miserable and she thought a drink might help her get to sleep. After fixing a double shot of bourbon, she went to bed alone.
Her sleep was troubled. For all the time she was thinking of what she had done that day. She wished she could take her actions back, but she couldn't. Painful as it was, she knew that she must face what she had done. Finally, she was drifting off to sleep when she heard something a short time later that disturbed her. She got up and went to the window. It was only a cat in the darkness pulling the top off the garbage pail. She went back to bed and chided herself for getting so uptight about a hunger-crazed cat.