Chapter 2
A short time later she was awakened by footsteps. She recognized it was Brad. She went upstairs to his room. He was lying in bed with the sheet pulled back. And as the moonlight filtered through the curtains she could see what he was doing. He had one hand cupping his balls and the other hand was grasping his pulsating penis.
"Don't do that, son," she said edgily. Going over to him, she sat on the edge of the bed. Brad could easily see the outline of her bosoms through her sheer negligee.
"You look mighty sexy, Mom," he told her.
"Do I really?" she asked.
"You bet your ass you do," he told her.
"Son," she said, "you've had enough sex for one night. Go to sleep!"
"No, I haven't mom," he explained. "I've got to get my gun off again."
"You're quite a pistol, aren't you, baby?" she nodded.
"You know it," he said.
Suddenly, his hands were inside of her filmy negligee, feeling of her soft bosoms.
"Stop it, baby," she teased him.
"No, mom," he begged.
She couldn't say no to him for she was enjoying his hand action too much. As his hands moved from her breasts down to her vagina she felt her body nervously trembling.
"Why are you shaking?" he asked.
"I can't help it," she admitted.
"Do I turn you on that much?" he demanded.
"Yes," she exclaimed, "yes, you do!"
It was painful for her to do what she had to do now.
"Son," she said, "we can't go en living together if this is going to continue."
"Please, mom," he begged. "Just let me look at you. Take off everything. Give me one more look."
Getting to her feet, she granted him his request. She let the filmy nylon negligee slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor in a pink nylon heap. He looked at her and let out a low wolf whistle. She couldn't help smiling.
"That's what your father used to do," she reminesced.
"Forget him," he said. "It's just you and me now."
As she looked at his huge cock, it seemed the most natural thing to do to reach over and stroke it.
"I want more than that," he said.
"What do you want, baby?" she asked huskily.
"Get on top and ride me," he begged.
The idea of straddling her son and pulling on his penis and guiding it to her vagina appealed to her.
"All right, just once," she agreed.
As she raised one leg and lowered it on the other side of his thighs, she reached for his cock and guided it up to her pussy.
"Fuck me," she told him, "fuck me good."
The rock-hard cock stabbed into her. She was getting more and more excited every second.
"Give it to me, baby," she begged eagerly, thrilling to the sensation.
He stabbed back and forth, getting her more excited every moment.
"That's what I want," he panted, "yes, give me a good fucking."
Faster and harder he drove into her, as his hands reached up to grip her bosoms. She loved the feel of his hot hands on her nipples. It was amazing how he knew what to do to excite and stimulate her. She loved to watch his eyes as he looked up at her. His lower lip quivered as he fucked hard.
"Give it to me, mom," he panted. "Grab it with your pussy muscles. Thaf s how I like it. Yes. Keep that up."
Gripping his sliding tool with her vagina muscles, she gave his cock a wild workout.
"Fuck it!" he panted. "Yes, fuck. Just like that. Now you're doing it. All the way. Keep it up. Fuck it. Fuck. Fuck!"
The pleasure that penetrated her body as he contiued stabbing into her was almost more than she could stand. She loved it. She was gripping it and twisting this way and that. Now he wanted to enjoy her behind. Grasping her ass cheeks he squeezed them.
"I'm almost there," he panted, "like that! Yes. Now. Keep it up. One more time!"
The hot cock exploded in her vagina. "Milk it," he panted, "get the juice, mom. Milk my prick."
Her grasping vagina muscles squeezing his cock as it exploded, milked him all right. At the same time, Liz Jackson figured he would derive more entertainment if she poked a finger up his asshole. Letting her finger slide smoothly up his tight anal opening, she massaged his prostate.
"Keep that up," he begged frantically, "I love it. There's more juice, mom. I'll shoot some more."
Looking at her young son with pride and joy, she exclaimed, "You're a real pistol, honey. Your dad could never perform like this."
"Don't bring dad into the picture," he smiled. "You've got my dick here now."
His father provided competition for his love-making. He didn't want to think of him as it added a sense of guilt and frustration to his animal sex act. His penis stiffened once more and he pumped into her as her finger continued massaging his prostate gland.
"Yes, yes," he exclaimed, "like that. Just like I like it. Keep it up. Now you're doing it. That's the way. All the way." His balls slapped against her pussy as he continued stabbing his cock into her.
"Fuck it, mom," he begged, "fuck!"
Liz became so excited she threw her legs up in the air.
"Lock your legs around mine," he panted.
Liz locked her legs around her lover's. And he went on pumping. Pulling her finger from his behind, she squeezed his ass cheeks.
"Love that, mom," he told her. "Keep it up. More. That's it. Oh, yes. Feel all around my ass."
The exciting pleasure that he was deriving thrilled him so much he bent over and kissed her. She loved the feel of his lips on hers. He pressed so hard Liz thought it would break her teeth.
"You're the most beautiful fuck in the world," he exclaimed, as he went on thrusting vigorously.
It was almost more than he could do to contain himself now.
"Fuck it," he begged, "fuck. Keep fucking. Yes. Just like that. I can't stand it."
Hot sperm spurted into her pussy as she joined him in climax.
"I made it, baby," she panted, "right on target. We were meant for each other."
He went on thrusting until he had completed shooting. Then he kissed her all over her face.
"Oh, baby, she said, "mother is so proud of you."
When he had finished making out with her, she released his legs. Spreading her legs, he pulled off her.
"I enjoyed that connection," he grinned.
"Don't think I didn't, baby," she said. "I know now it wasn't wrong."
"I knew that all along," he smiled.
"Of course you did, darling," she said. "Where love is, no sex can be wrong. I discovered that today on the bed with you."
"People might call me a mother-fucker," he said, "but to hell with all of them. I know what my balls tell me."
"I know what my heart tells me," she smiled, as she put her arm around him.
Young Brad loved the feeling of her bosoms as she lay there.
"Mom," he smiled, "I wonder if I could have my own car."
A sudden jolt shot through her. She recognized there was always the possibility that Brad was only using sex as a device to obtain a car to obtain sex with other women. If he was completely selfish she could suspect him of anything and probably be right.
"I don't know whether we have the money," she told him flatly.
"You can find it," he nodded, a sly smile forming around his lips.
"Brad," she asked him frankly, "tell me the truth. Did you fuck me to get a car?"
"Would I do a thing like that?" he smiled without betraying his feelings.
"I don't know," she admitted. "That's why I'm asking you."
Brad shook his head.
"No, mom," he said, "no fucking car would make me love you. I love to screw you because you're you."
"You're sure you're not putting me on?"
"No, mom," he said sternly, "and if you ever bring that up again I'll never fuck you again."
"I'm sorry," she apologized.
It was evident to her that she had made a mistake by pressing the issue.
"I sure liked it when you slid your finger up my asshole," he said.
"The ass is an erotic zone," she explained.
"Sure is," he smiled. "A stud at school tells me he fucked a chick up the asshole and claimed it was tremendous."
"Anal sex is out as far as I'm concerned," she warned him. "You're just like your father.
He was forever trying to get in my behind. I objected and I am not going to let you do if I wouldn't let him." "But I'd be careful," he insisted. "Forget it," she persisted in her objections. "How about sucking my ass out then?" "Where on earth do you get these ideas from?" she demanded. "Can't we do it in a conventional way?"
"You make me laugh," he chuckled. "We're already abnormal because we're mother and son screwing. And you want to make the abnormal normal. Why not go whole-hog and do everything. You could lick my ass and I could fuck yours. That would be lots of fun."
"For whom?" she asked, giving him the arched-eyebrow treatment. "For both of us," he insisted. To illustrate how much he wanted her to do him that way, he rolled over on his stomach and begged her to massage his back.
"It's a nice place to play around there," he said, slapping his ass cheek playfully.
"I'll give you a rub-down," she told him, "but that's all."
She began massaging his back and he loved the exciting touch of her fingers.
"Keep playing around down there," he told her. "It's very stimulating."
Liz felt she needed some oil to continue. Going to the bathroom, she opened up the medicine cabinet and took out some body oil.
"I'm going to give you a good massage," she said. "But please forget this ass-licking bit. I object. I'm not an ass-sucker."
"You could always learn" he smiled as he turned to look at her.
Liz was discovering a lot of pleasure from her son's handsome body. The sight of him sprawled out pleased her. She loved his rippling muscles. She enjoyed the sight of his broad shoulders narrowing to his trim waist.
"Mom," he said, "don't you think swimming has helped me?"
"Yes, I guess it has," she admitted. "You are in very good shape."
Her hands massaged down his spine to the swells of his buttocks.
"Put some oil around there," he said. "And rub me."
Her hands rubbed his buttocks and then she slid down between his ass cheeks.
"That feels fantastic," he smiled.
Liz noticed how his ass wiggled as she played around there.
"Why don't you stick your tongue up my asshole now?" he said, arching his behind to make it easy for her. "No, baby," she said.
Liz figured she would give him another thrill. She massaged some of the oil into her firm bosoms. Then bending over she lightly brushed her bosoms over his behind.
"That feels good, too," he admitted. "Press down."
As Liz's breasts crushed on his buttocks, tingles of excitement ran up and down his spine.
"Oh, wow, mom!" the young boy panted. "Stick your tongue up there, way up. I want to feel it sliding up my rectum."
Liz let her tongue stiffen. Suddenly, stabbing up his tight anal opening she watched him wiggle. She kept massaging his ass cheeks while her tongue invaded his tight anal channel.
"Oh, my balls are on fire," he panted. "I love this. Keep it up!"
He was enjoying himself now as he had never enjoyed himself before. His mother was thrusting up his rectum with her sliding tongue.
"Eat my ass out," he begged her. "Oh, mom, don't stop now. Lick it. Suck it for me. Eat it."
The two of them were all over the bed as
Liz continued stabbing her tongue up her young son's behind.
When she finally pulled her tongue out, she reached for his balls.
"Lick my nuts," he begged.
Liz's tongue lashed away at his big balls. He became so excited his body was vibrating and trembling.
"Oh, keep that up, I love that. Use your mouth on my balls. Keep it up, mom."
Her young son was eager to experience every form of erotic sensation. Liz was just as eager to teach him the bizarre delights of twisted sex.
"Lick my balls," he begged. "Lick them, mom. Yes. Just like that. Now your tongue is really licking. I love that. Keep that up!"
However, the thing that really turned her on was his cock. She wanted more of his juice. She wanted to feel his sperm spurting into her mouth.
Letting his balls slip aside, she allowed her tongue to lick up his prick. She lashed along the sides of it as she tempted the head of his penis with the tip of her tongue.
"You're getting me juicy again," he panted. "Mom. Lick me. Love me."
It was much more than a sensual blow job.
For to Liz it was love finally springing to life again. Brad reminded her so completely of her husband she found her body shaking with passionate frenzy. "Eat my cock," he panted, "eat me, mom.
Eat my dick."
The sensational pleasure Liz experienced now surpassed anything she had previously known. Finally, she let her mouth slip over the head of his shaft. She gripped his ass cheeks as she sucked his prick.
"Eat my dick, mom," he begged eagerly. "Eat my sticky dick."
His cock was sticky all right, as the cum had started to flow. Deliberately trying to hold it back so he could enjoy the pleasure longer, he felt her tongue licking quickly.
"Suck my cock off," he begged, "suck my cock. Keep that up. That's it, mom. Lick my joy stick!"
The hot urgency of her mouth on his prick caused him to thrust forward, letting his dick slide against her throat. As the sensitive head of his penis massaged the back of her throat, Liz felt her own juices beginning to flow.
"Oh, mom," he begged, "this is what all the guys in school are talking about. Deep throat fucking. What a connection! My prick sliding down your throat!"
Liz held on while he savagely jabbed his cock back and forth down her throat.
"Eat me, mom," he panted, "eat my juicy prick. Suck the cream out. Get it."
Pulling back so he could shoot his wad in her mouth, he felt himself exploding.
"I'm cuming," he cried ecstatically. "I'm juicing. Oh, mom, lick me. Lick me quick."
He became so excited with the sensational suck job that she was giving, he shot more cum than he ever had before. He could feel it being pulled out of his prick as his mother's mouth sucked vigorously.
"Eat my prick," he begged, "eat it. Yes, mom. Eat it. That's what I want you to do. Eat my juicy dick."
The hot cum continued exploding out of her young son's loaded balls until she could take it no more. Slowly sliding off, she looked at him.
"Honey," she said, "your mamma had to come up for air."
"There was more there," he protested.
"I know that, baby," she panted, "but I couldn't breathe."
"You'll have to get used to breathing with your mouth over my cock," he smiled.
Liz's lusty passions were not diminished. She had to get her own action and she straddled his face. Letting her pussy press against his mouth, she felt him licking.
"Eat my pussy," she panted, "yes, baby. Eat my juicy pussy."
Traces of pussy juice were dribbling from Liz's vagina as her son's tongue plunged inside her cave.
"Oh, baby," she exclaimed, "you don't know how much mamma has wanted this. I tried like the devil to get your father to give me a little tongue licking action. But he wouldn't. He saved it for his secretarie's cunts. Come on, baby, eat my pussy! That's it. Way in there. Honey, lick that love button. You know what I mean. The clit. Up and down, baby. Like that!"
It was a strange sensation to have his young tongue passionately sweeping up and down her clitoris. She was getting the kind of action she required.
. "Eat me," she begged. "Eat me, baby."
He nibbled her clit and she juiced in his face.
"Suck it," she said, "suck your mamma's pussy. Eat my pussy, baby. Eat it, baby." Her voice went into a frenzy as she gripped his head and guided him over her juicing mound.
It was amazing to Brad how much pleasure he could derive from letting his tongue invade her. His pumping tongue continued surging inside of her. Every moment she was more excited and delighted. The passionate frenzy that she felt now had her trembling.
"Love me, baby," she panted, "love me. Oh, sweetheart, love me!"
Letting his tongue continue to lash inside of her velvety vagina, Brad discovered how much it meant to a woman to be loved in this most intimate of manners. Gripping her ass cheeks with his hands, she appeared to enjoy it as much as he did. He massaged her buttocks and squeezed them, too.
"Your hands, honey," she moaned in delight, "you know just how to make love to me. Oh, mamma can't tell you how wonderful it is."
It was obvious to him that his mother was enjoying herself. But he never realized how turned on any woman could get. He had tried eating snatch a couple of times with chicks at school. But it had never been like this.
When he finally withdrew his tongue, he slapped her ass and told her, "Great pussy." "And what a pussy-eater you are," his mother smiled proudly. "They ought to hand out medals for good lovemaking."
"I can see it now," he said, "the winner. The young stud with the best tongue of them all."
"Right, Brad baby," she said, "and the prize?"
"An obscene phone call," he chuckled. "You know the kind. Get your ass over here, you gorgeous cunt. I've got some dick I want to shove up your fantastic pussy."
They were having a good time joking with each other about what a fabulous experience they had together.
"Mom," he smiled, "next time will you promise me I can have your asshole?"
"I don't know why you want to fuck my ass so bad," she joked with him.
"I do," he said. "You got a mighty beautiful butt."
"What a thing for a son to say to his mother," she laughed.
"It shows what a gorgeous woman you are," he said, "that you can turn on two generations. You gave dad a hard-on, mom and you're giving me a hard-on,.too."