Chapter 1
Ann Harrington looked at her husband Ted with disgust. As she lay there naked, with the moonlight falling over her body she kept pushing him down toward her vagina.
"I don't want to," Ted complained.
"You're no damned good as a lover," she exclaimed angrily. "I hate you."
It really burned Ted up. He decided he would give his wife a good old fucking in the traditional way. But as he straddled her, and prepared to thrust his penis into her his wife tightened her legs making it next to impossible for him to ram it into her.
"What the hell are you trying to do?" he demanded angrily. "I'm trying to give you a fuck and you're fucking me."
"Well good enough for you," Ann said, pinching his ass-cheeks angrily. "If you won't give me what I want, why should I give you what you want?"
That really burned him up.
"I've got my rights," he reminded her.
"Tell it to the judge," she laughed.
"Well I'm not going to eat your pussy," he said, "no matter how much you insist. It just isn't sanitary."
"What on earth do you mean?" she said. "The pussy is cleaner than the mouth. Why my girlfriend, Betty gets her husband to go down on her all the time."
"Well that husband of hers would do a thing like that," Ted complained.
There was no doubt about it, the two of them were not getting along very well. Ted rolled over, and was angry. He began quietly pumping his meat.
"You shouldn't do that," she warned him. "Bad boy."
Now Ted was furious.
"I've got a notion to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," he told her tightly. "Do you hear me?"
"Can't hear a word you're saying," she teased.
Ted became so outraged that he paid no attention to his wife at all. Instead, he got out of bed, took off his pajamas and began dressing.
"Where are you going?" she demanded.
"None of your damn business," he told her flatly.
"You're not going to leave me," she said, "You can't leave me. You're my husband."
"Don't remind me," he said angrily. "I've been trying to forget that for a long time."
"Oh you make me furious," she said nervously, "Talking to me like that. You'll have me going to a head shrinker."
"Well I wish you would," he said. "And ask him while you're there why I have to eat your pussy?"
He didn't say another word, as he slammed the door and stalked out of the house. Meantime, young Jeff heard the disturbance in his parent's bedroom. It bothered him to have them talking like that. Jeff always slept in the nude, but this didn't stop him from barging downstairs. He was sure it was an emergency. When he walked into the bedroom, his mother looked at him.
"What are you doing there bare-assed?" she demanded, "Coming down here bare-ass naked?"
"Well what's it to you, Mom?" he said, "I came down here because I was worried about you."
"Well, go back to bed darling," she said. "I'm all right."
"No you're not," he told her. "You and Dad had one hell of a big fight. I heard you."
"Dear, you shouldn't eavesdrop," she said..
"Well I couldn't help it," he said. "You were talking so loud. Doesn't Daddy take care of you?"
She looked at him, and as she saw his huge penis dangling between his legs, a sudden urge to have him seized her.
"What is it Mom?" he said. "Why do you and Dad fight so much?"
"Well it's a very intimate matter, dear," she said. "It isn't something that people discuss."
"You can trust me Mom," he told her. "I wouldn't tell nobody."
"It isn't that dear," she told him. "It's just that I'm afraid to tell you or anybody."
"Go ahead," he begged her, "I must know."
That did it. His insistence triggered her response.
"All right," she finally said. "I will tell you. When it comes to sex, married couples get bored. And your mother and father are like anybody else."
He was still listening, as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Go on, Mom," he said. "What got you both so uptight tonight?"
"Well if you must know, honey," she said, "your father isn't much of a lover. He bores me."
"Why does he bore you ? " he asked blankly. "I'll tell you why," she told him. "He bores me because he does the same old thing. I need a little variety. Instead of giving me that variety, he just keeps doing the same old thing."
"Well what do you want him to do, Mom?" Jeff asked innocently.
"How much do you know about sex, dear?" she smiled at him.
"Well, if you mean have I balled any chicks?" he smiled proudly, "the answer is yes."
"Well maybe I can speak bluntly," she told him. "I'm talking about going down."
"Oh, you mean pussy eating and blowjobs?" he smiled.
"You know all about that?" she said nervously.
"Oh sure I do," he said. "What do you think all of the kids are doing?"
"Tell me about it," she said curiously, glancing down again at his now rigid penis.
"Well," he said, "When you go to a movie or something it's the perfect thing to do. You see you need one person who is the lookout. When a guy is going down on a chick and eating her pussy, the chick can give him the warning signal."
"Well, that does make it convenient," she admitted.
"You bet it does," he assured her.
As they continued talking, she glanced at his penis again.
"Did you enjoy the blowjob the girls at school gave you?" she asked, as if it were a perfectly natural thing to do.
"Sure I did," he told her. "Why wouldn't I?"
"Yes," she laughed. "Why wouldn't you?"
"Your father, just isn't a sensuous man," she said, "You must have inherited your capacity for sexual pleasure from your mother."
"You know, Mom," he said. "A couple of gals at school say I'm the best pussy eater that they ever had."
"Well, honey," she smiled, "It's just a shame that your father doesn't share your enthusiasm for that type of thing."
"Forget him," he said. "How about you and me getting together?"
"Now, dear," she said, "you're talking silly. You better put some clothes on. I think it's making you horny, just sitting here naked and me looking at you."
"I know it is," he told her.
"Well then, dear, do something about it," she said. "Cover up."
Reaching down, she threw a piece of the bedspread over his genitals. But as she did so, she felt that long, hard cock. And when she felt it, she became instantly turned on with it.
"Oh that is a monster," she said. "How long is it?"
"Plenty long," he assured her.
The whole idea was appealing to her now more than ever. Now he reached out and gripped her hand and held it over his bare penis.
"Oh, honey," she said, "I can't do anything about that."
"If you would just pull it off for me, Mom," he begged her, "I sure would like that."
She realized, that he was asking her something that she should never consider. Yet, there was something so appealing about the request that she found herself weighing it in her mind. And it was the fact that she didn't instantly dismiss it that trapped her.
"Doesn't it feel good?" he coaxed.
She did find it was a pleasure fondling him.
"You know it does feel good to touch you," she said. "You're so different than your father. He's such a mean bastard that half the time I don't feel like fucking with him, but I would enjoy killing him. Of course I don't really mean that dear, as I'm terribly attracted to your father. But he can be difficult."
"I know he can," he told her. "But you've got to understand him."
"Understand him my ass," she said angrily. "Why should I? He's been about as difficult and impossible as he knows how to be. At times, I think I should divorce him. It would be good enough for him."
"Mom," he told her, "Let me tell you something. You and Dad are just like any other married people. After a while it begins to get monotonous. That's the time, that you need someone else."
"Like who?" she asked him. "Like me," he laughed.
"Honey," she said, "do you realize what people think of parents who have sex with their children?"
"What do they think?" he asked curiously.
"Well, I'll tell you," she said. "They think they are the lowest creeping humanity. I mean it."
"You've got to be kidding," he said. "Just because they want to make love, they're considered trash."
"I'm sorry dear," she said, "But that's the way it is. It's one of society's major taboos."
He paid little attention to the taboo. And he instantly, lowered his face to her crotch.
"Oh, Jeff," she gasped excitedly, "you mustn't do that."
Part of her wanted him to continue and another part wanted him to stop. It was a tug of war, between her emotions, and her reasoning. At this moment, the emotions were winning out in the battle.
"Ohhh, baby," she groaned in delight as she felt his hot, slippery tongue sliding into her velvety vagina. He gripped her ass-cheeks and held on.
"Oh, love me," she begged him. "Love me! Eat my pussy. Oh I've wanted this for so long. Yesss, do me."
The super pleasure that he was deriving now was almost more than he could bear.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Come on, do it."
The sensational enjoyment, that he was deriving at this moment was almost more than he could stand.
"Suck my pussy," she said. "Eat it."
The hot tongue stabbed away. It wasn't going to be much longer before he juiced. This was the moment of truth. This was what she wanted in the worst way. As the hot tongue continued lashing away, she reached down and guided his head. She ran her fingers through his hair.
"Love me, Jeff baby," she begged. "Love me. Yesss, that's what I need. That's what I want."
The hot pumping tongue action continued. Every moment she was becoming more and more stimulated and excited for it.
"Yes, baby," she groaned in delight. "YES. Keep that going. That's what I want. Yes, love me."
Jeff wasn't stopping for anything now. He knew just how to nibble on the clit and bring a woman to a quick climax.
As his hot tongue stabbed away, he suddenly bore down with his teeth.
"Oh, I'm juicing baby," she gasped. "I'm juicing. You brought me there, honey."
Jeff was proud and delighted that he could achieve what his father couldn't He wasn't ashamed of what he had done. He knew he loved her, and he also knew he was turned on with her. Why shouldn't he be? She had a beautiful body and was only thirty-five-years-old.
"Oh, eat my juicy pussy," she begged.
By the time he pulled his tongue out of her, her hot hand was playing with his balls.
"I like the ball action, Mom," he told her, "You sure know how to give me a good time."
"Jeff," she said, "I've never been so excited before in my life. No wonder my girlfriend--likes it when her husband does it."
"Oh, Mom baby," he smiled, "it was beautiful. I liked tasting you. It was delicious. Dad is a crazy guy not to want to love you!"
"Don't worry about him, darling," she said. "Now I've got to go down on you. It's only fair that I give you some exchange for what you've given me."
She meant business, because she was eager to satisfy him. She let her hot tongue lick the crown of his penis. He became more and more excited every second.
"Yes baby," she panted, "that's what I want. Oh, yes, that's what I want you to do."
Instantly, her tongue began licking up and down the sides of his cockshaft.
"What a big cock you've got, honey," she said. "Why you're a man already, Jeff."
Nibbling and licking and sucking on Jeff's big penis was the type of action she loved.
"Ohhh, this is beautiful," he said. "You sure know how to love it Mom."
He was becoming more and more excited every moment, for she was capturing his imagination with the suction she was building up in her mouth.
"Oh, that's what I want," he told her. "Yess, that's what I want."
He gripped her head, and held her down over it. He enjoyed the sensation of forcing her farther down over his penis shaft. Then he rammed it to the back of her throat.
"Come on," he told her. "That's what I like. Yes, now you're doing it. All the way, honey."
The rock-hard cock stabbed in there savagely. Every moment he was becoming more and more excited.
"Beautiful, baby," he told her. "That's what I like. Come on, eat me."
The hot juice was almost ready to shoot now. He could hardly stand it.
"Suck it," he told her, "Suck it, baby. That's beautiful. Oh yes, I like that, baby."
The tremendous pleasure that he was feeling at this moment was building.
"Sweetheart," he smiled, "you love me ... Oh, honey, finger my ass-hole."
His mother parted his ass-cheeks and slid a swift finger up his anal area. He loved the feeling of her finger sliding up his tight, puckered-up ass-hole.
Now he was thrusting forward and she was mouthing him more.
"Yes," he groaned in delight. "That's what I want. Now you're doing it. All the way, honey."
She was free to do with him what she wanted. And she let her hands wander around his ass-cheeks. Pulling out of him, she enjoyed just grasping his firm round behind. She knew she could bring him there soon.
"Yes," he told her. "That's what I want. Oh WOW!"
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. He could hardly wait for that moment of climax. Suddenly, the pleasure was almost more than he could stand.
"Eat my cock," he told her. "Yes, eat it. Get the juice, Mom."
She nibbled around the head of it and built up more suction. And then she felt him creaming. As the thick white juice spurted into her mouth she swallowed.
"Swallow sperm," he told her. "Swallow it!"
Indeed she wanted to. It was a delicious taste treat to her, one she would not soon forget. When she had finished devouring him, she slipped off and looked at her young son.
"Jeff," she said, "You were delicious. I've tasted your father, and his stuff is no good."
"What do you mean, Mom?" he asked.
"Well it isn't thick," she said. "And it isn't creamy like yours."
"I guess I'm a lot better than him at it," he nodded proudly.
"Yes, darling, you are," she said.
But she wasn't through with him. She couldn't help thinking of all the other delightful things that they could do.
"Honey," she said, "I know so many things that you would enjoy doing. Did you ever have a girl at school, use that string thing?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jeff told her flatly.
"Well, dear," she explained, "there is a marvelous way to make it. You just take a long piece of string, and then you put some knots in it. Then you cram that piece of string up the guy's ass-hole who's fucking you. And as he's pumping in his meat, you slip the string out. When the knot comes across his tight anal ring, he gets a big charge out of it."
"I'd like to try that," he said. "But we better go back to my bedroom. If Dad came home, and caught the two of us fucking here he'd kill both of us."
"That's so true," she said. "We must be careful. I know that he would have a fit."
He decided that that would be the only sensible thing to do. And together they went up to young Jeff's bedroom.
"Oh, I forgot the piece of string," she said. . She left him a moment and returned. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he was amused as his Mother made small knots in the long piece of string.
When it was completed, she grinned.
"Well I guess we're ready, dear," she said. "I'll just get on the bed and spread out. Going to enjoy it honey?"
"I know Twill," he assured her.
She got on the bed and spread her legs. And then the action took place.
"Now, sweetheart," he smiled at her, "Let's see what the score is."
Straddling her, he began giving her some action.
"Now baby let me guide you in," she said, grasping his penis. It was quite obvious to him, that his mother loved to fondle him. She toyed with his nuts a moment, and then she gripped his penis and guided him.
"Fuck me," she begged.
The cock slid in smoothly. Now she was gripping it tightly.
"That's what J want," she told him. "Yes, baby, fuck it."
The rock-hard cock stabbed in there. He was becoming more and more excited every moment. At the same moment, he felt her fingers prying his tight, puckered ass-hole apart. She was slipping in the knotted up piece of string. It felt good to him, to have her playing around his private parts.
"Oh, honey," she said, "You've got such a nice ass-hole."
"Glad you like it, Mom," he laughed.
Now he was ramming it to her. The fingers playing around his anal area had excited him to no end.
"Fuck me good, son," she begged. "That's what I like. Yes, dear, fuck me."
Driving it in there with a savage force, he began giving her action such as she had never had before.
"Oh I love that," she panted. "Yes, baby. That's the way to do it. Come on, honey, fuck it."
Faster and faster he thrust into her. Every pleasure that he could imagine was there.
"Beautiful," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Now you're doing it. All the way, lover."
The super sensational excitement was continuing. Every thrust thrilled him more.
"Come on, honey," he told her. "That's what I want. Twist your tail for me."
Ann ground her hips around. And her young son Jeff went on plowing his penis into her pussy. He was amazed, how his mother could use her vagina muscles. The girls that he had done it with at high school couldn't match her movements. They would just lie there, and give him a dull fuck. But this wasn't the case with her.
"Oh yes," he told her. "That's what I want. Come on, baby, fuck it."
Faster and faster now he drove into her. And every savage cockstab produced electrical waves of sexual pleasure within his body.
"That's what I like," he told her. "Come on honey, do it."
As the exciting pleasure got him to the point where he was trembling, with delight she began pulling the string out of his ass-hole. Sure enough, as the knot slipped past his tight anal ring, the pleasure tingled up and down his spine.
"How does it feel, honey?" she asked her son.
"Fantastic, Mom," he told her, "I really like that. You've got fucking down cold."
She didn't reply. Instead, she covered his face with kisses to indicate her appreciation and her enthusiasm.
Jeff was a passionate lover, and she knew it. "Baby," she said, "I'm going to milk you in a minute."
He didn't realize the full implication of what she had said, until she ground her hips around some more. Then he got the point. Gripping the penis tightly within her vagina muscles, she squeezed.
"Fuck it baby," he gasped. "Fuck, baby, fuck." Now he was ramming it in there, in solid thrusts.
"Ohhh yes," he told her. "That's how I like it. Now you're doing it baby."
There was no doubt about it, the pleasure that they had enjoyed together as he creamed in his mother's mound was vast.
"Darling," she smiled, "Your father never fucked me like this."
"I guess it's because I'm a chip off the old block," he said. "Only, the part that's good is you."
She kissed him passionately now as he said that. For it seemed as if she was fucking her own reflection, as she matched his cockstabs with pussy grabs.
When they had finished a hot French kissing session, he pulled off her. Then he nestled his head in her bosoms.
"Reminds me of when you were a little baby, dear," she said. "You used to lie on my breasts. I loved it when you nibbled on my bosoms."
"I guess I was a sexy kid then, too," he chuckled.
"You were, dear," she said. "No doubt about it. And I received some sexual excitement too."
"Mom," he asked her bluntly, "What would Dad do if he caught us?"
"Kill us," she said. "He has a vile temper. And he would have an excuse then."
"Why did you marry him?" he asked, "He's really treated you rough hasn't he?"
"Honey," she said, "That's a good question. I've often asked myself why I tangled up with him. I'm sorry I did."
"If you divorce him," he laughed, "we wouldn't have to worry."
"What do you mean dear?" she asked, wondering exactly what he had in his mind.
"Well, I mean," he explained, "we could live on your alimony. And we could fuck all we wanted to."
"What a respectable proposal," she laughed. "Dad would die if he knew what I'm thinking of," he said.
"Well, no dear," she said. "I don't think that would be fair to him. After all, your father is really a very good man. Not very passionate, perhaps, and not very loyal either. However, he has been a good provider."
"He didn't get me a cycle I wanted," Jeff cut in.
"Well, no, he didn't," she admitted, "But dear, a cycle wouldn't be good for you anyway. You'd probably get in some awful motorcycle accident."
"I know how to take care of myself, Mom," he told her, "And don't think I don't."
"Well I'm sure that you think you could," she said, "But really, baby, it is not an easy thing to be out there in all of that terrible traffic."
"You don't have to worry about me none," he said, "I can handle myself."
"I know you can dear," she said.
It was a touchy situation, for Ann Harrington realized that she had stepped across the line of decency. She realized, that in the eyes of everyone she knew she would be considered a terrible individual. That simple act of having sex with her son would be the ultimate evil.
"Penny for your thoughts, Mom." He laughed as he saw how sober she was.
"They're not worth a penny, sweetheart," she told him. "Your mom has been an awful person."
"No you haven't been an awful person, Mom," he insisted, "You just wanted to have some fun. So did I. Don't criticize yourself."
"I can't help it, honey," she told him. "I have to level. I have been despicable."
"That's ridiculous, darling," he said.
Now he was massaging one breast and licking the other.
"Oh, Jeff," she said. "If you could just consider this one night of love and never ask for any more."
Jeff didn't reply. He let his tongue slip around her left nipple, and then he massaged the other breast. She loved the delicate way he handled her. He had such wonderful soft hands.
"I love you so much, honey," she said. "It pains me to think of what I've done to you. You'll probably hate me."
He pulled off her nipple and looked at her in disbelief.
"Hate you for loving me?" he said. "What kind of sense does that make?"
"Oh, baby," she said softly, "you still don't understand. You've got to get out there and find girls your own age. It's that development that you need. It's that hit and miss that you've got to go through. If you have me here, you won't go out and look for yourself."
"I've been around Mom," he said. "And I'm tired of all those cheap, two-timing double-crossing cunts at school."
"Oh dear," she said, "I wish you wouldn't refer to members of the opposite sex with that word. That's awful."
"Well, it's true," he said. "You don't know how disloyal some of those dames are."
"Dear," she said, "It may come as a big shock to you but a lot of men have not been known for their loyalty. Among them, is your father."
"Does Dad play around a lot?" he asked in a low voice.
"Well I'm sorry to have to tell you honey," she said. "Dad does play around a lot. He's a very disgusting man."
"Well, I think he is too," he said. "And every-time I think of him stepping out on you and making you feel miserable it burns the hell out of me."
"Well it burns the hell out of me too, honey," she said, "But I don't know as there is much that I can do about it. I just have to accept a lot."
Just then she heard the front door open. "Oh, damn it," she snapped angrily, "I've got to get back there."
She hurried out of his room, without a stitch of clothes on her body. She slipped into the bedroom just in time. Fortunately for her, he had gone to the kitchen to get a drink of water. When he came in, he was all apologies.
"Honey," he saidi "Can you forgive me?"
She paused for a moment. She knew, if she made it too easy on him he would be suspicious of something.
"All right," she said, "I'm sorry I insisted you do anything. Whatever you want to do, dear, is all right with me."
"I would just like a simple fuck," he said. "I guess I'm just like a hundred million other guys on Saturday night. I want to get my rocks off."
"All right, dear," she said, parting her legs in preparation. "Let's have a ball."
It didn't take long now for the two of them to get together. He got his clothes off in a hurry when he took a look at his wife's naked body.
"I see you're keeping your pussy warm for me." He smiled at her.
"Right on, dear," she said, massaging her vagina through it.
He saw it moisten, and little realized that it was the remains of what his son's sperm had done to her. Instead, he imagined it was her own sensual excitement at the prospect of getting to have sex with him. His eyes, glued on her vagina.
"I guess I do turn you on, don't I?" He smiled at her.
She nodded, and patted her pussy.
"Come on, honey," she said. "Prove what a pistol you are."
He straddled his wife and she gripped his ass-cheeks. She parted them tenderly, and let her hands slide down between the crack in his ass. He loved the feel of Ann's playing with his prostrate gland.
"Yes," he told her, "I like that. That's how you do it, honey. Oh yes. Keep that up."
The pleasure was building every moment now.
"Come on, honey," he told her. "That's what I like. Now you're doing it, honey. All the way."
The sensual excitement that was building up in his body was carrying him to the brink of orgasm.
"Come on and fuck it," he told her. "Fuck back, baby."
He drove into her in a rapid thrust. Her vagina muscles gripped his penis tightly. Now he was pumping it to her in vigorous jabs.
"Fuck me," she begged him. "Fuck me, baby, I want it."
In and out he rode her.
"Oh, yes honey," she told him. "I like that. Now you're doing it, lover. Keep it up."
It wasn't going to take much longer now and he knew it.
"Oh, fuck it," he gasped excitedly. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Now you're doing it. All the way."
Harder and harder he rammed it into her. Her hands ran up and down his back. He loved the feel of her hot hands on his back. And then she reached down to grip his bottom.
"Grab my ass," he told his wife.
Ann grabbed Ted's ass-cheeks. She gripped them tightly and squeezed them. He loved the feel of her hands there. To add to his delight, she sensuously slipped a finger up his tight anus. He loved the feeling, as she thrust forward.
"Beautiful," he told her. "That's what I like. Come on, baby, do it."
He was becoming more and more excited every second.
"Oh fuck," he told her, "Fuck, baby, fuck."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. This was what he had waited for. Real action.
"Come on, honey," he told her eagerly. "That's what I want. Now you're doing it. All the way." Her fingers slid all the way up his ass-hole.
And this prompted him to thrust faster into her hot vagina. The coils of her vagina gripped him tightly and squeezed. The milking motion produced electrical waves of sexual excitement up and down her husband's spine.
"Fuck it off," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
It wasn't going to be much longer now. He knew it. He rammed in there vigorously. She loved the feel of his jiggling balls on her mound, as he fucked fast.
Suddenly, he juiced.
"I'm coming," he cried excitedly, "Yes, baby, I made it."
The hot sperm juice flowed into her. She was turned on now, all the way.
There was no doubt about it in his mind, about the pleasure that he was experiencing. It was a fantastic pleasure, such as he had never experienced before.
She looked at him with love and admiration.
"Sweetheart," she smiled up at him, "I have really enjoyed this. It's a lot of fun, to get all of this action."
"I know what you mean," he told her, "It really is a lot of fun."
There was no doubt in his mind now about how beautiful she was. He was sorry, that he had been so difficult with her.
"Honey," he told her, "You are a super fuck. I really enjoyed screwing you."
The pleasure that he knew now was great. If there was one thing he wanted from his wife it was her love and adoration. He was getting it in spades.
"Sweetheart," she smiled at him, "Let me tell you something. You gave me the best fuck tonight you've given me since our honeymoon."
Vividly recalling their honeymoon, and the first time that he plunged his penis into his wife, he kissed her all over her face. She loved this adoration and sensuality. And he had found his wife at last.