Chapter 10
Ellen was in love all over again. She was in love with the fruit of her own loins. Her son was so much more of a man than his father would ever be.
Keith began expanding his knowledge of photography, and in less than a month after he had gone to work full-time, he had gotten his first raise. It wasn't much, but it brought home another ten dollars a week after taxes, and every little bit helped.
Ellen had the chance to meet lots of men where she was working as a receptionist, but none of them appealed to her. She measured them all against Keith and found them all wanting.
Neither mother nor son seemed to be able to get enough of the other. They had intended physically restraining themselves in the hope of prolonging their desire for one another, but the more they fucked, the more they wanted to fuck, and instead of losing any kind of desire or having the edge of sexual need blunted, both felt the overpowering urges more and more intensely with every passing day.
If Ellen took a shower, Keith was right there with her, and with the water cascading down on both of them, they would fuck wildly. If Ellen took a bath, so much the better, because Keith was able to climb into the tub on top of her and start pumping away into her cunt. Though there was a lot of oral/genital love, they concentrated mostly on different positions of fucking. Ellen bought books like the Karma Sutra and The Perfumed Garden, both of which went into lengthy detail when it came to describing the multitudes of positions, But the one thing Ellen wasn't willing to try again was ass-fucking. After the horror she had gone through with six different men plugging her rear-end, she was certain she would never be able to stand another connection back there. But Keith continued pressuring her, telling her they had to try it.
"Someday, when you get me in a really amorous mood, maybe," she kept telling him.
That day came toward the end of the year. It was a cold Sunday, and as usual, on Sundays, mother and son loafed in bed all day. They had dallied quite a bit, and he had given her a good, solid fucking after giving her a tongue-bath. More than an hour had gone by, and his cock was once again rising.
He turned his head and lowered it, and sucked her left nipple into his mouth as they nakedly sprawled on the big bed. Keith had installed a mirror on the ceiling so they would be able to Watch themselves in action. Feeling hunger for his mother rapidly returning, he continued nursing at her nipple, sucking, sucking, sucking.
"Ummmmmm!" he mumbled. "You always did taste good. When I was a baby, did you nurse me."
"Naturally," she nodded.
"No wonder I have this urge to keep sucking those luscious tits of yours. God, they're fantastic."
"Ummmmmm . .. honey.. . you really know how to make Mother happy, don't you," she sighed. "But then, being a part of me, I guess you feel what I feel, and what makes one of us happy makes both of us happy," she told him, the flames of desire continuing to build. "Oh, yes, that feels so wonderful, so good, so delightful."
"Yeah, well, Mom, there is one thing I'd like to try," he told her. "I know you felt hurt that one time the guys did it with you, but I noticed you also managed to come each time."
"You mean you'd like to put it in my rear?" she asked.
"Yeah."
His eagerly throbbing phallus pressed against his mother's upper thigh, twitching, communicating its eagerness at the mere thought of doing such a thing.
"Dear God!" Ellen gasped. "I remember how much it hurt at the time, and not one of those men was built as long or as thick as you."
"Well, they didn't take their time or use any lubricant," the boy adamantly insisted. "Besides, they didn't love you. I do."
His thoughts were still on the breathtaking image of his mother's large round asscheeks taking one cock after another between them. Jesus! He was able to see his own cock sliding into that tight nook, his hands spreading her asscheeks wide. He swallowed, feeling his heart and his cock hammering in time.
Wordlessly, the handsome skinny boy dropped his hungering mouth to his mother's soft, resilient mammary mounds, tasting the tender flesh, slowly circling one erect nipple, then the other. He sucked her left nipple into the wetness of his mouth, using his hungry teeth to gnaw at the tiny rubbery nubbin until a thrilled sigh of delight escaped from his mother's throat.
"Unnnnn hhhhh ... Keith, darling, I can't help it, I love you so much...." she told him, her body wrapped up in a turmoil of lust because her son's mouth felt as if it belonged on her breast.
His long, thick, hard cock was jerking against her upper thigh, making her aware of its lewd desire.
"Ummmm!" Keith mumbled as he pulled his mouth from her trembling breast, licking his lips. "Want more?"
"Yes, darling," she nodded. "It feels good, really good. It always feels good when you do it-much better than when your father ever made love to me," she said in lewdly incestuous invitation.
Her hands began wandering over her son's broad back as he spread her long, trembling thighs in anticipation. Forcing them wider, she smiled lasciviously at the boy.
Keith was also smiling as he continued kissing his mother's nipples, teasing each one with the pointed tip of his tongue. She moaned as he slid first one, then the other nipple between the sharp edges of his teeth. Then he lowered his face and pressed it into the sparseness of her pubic mound, feeling the leakage from her cunt as she anticipated what was to come. He began gently kissing her quivering cuntlips.
"Aaaa hhhh uuuu nnnn hhhh!" she gurgled. "That feels so good, so good! Keep doing that!" Her voice was all but inaudible, because anything her son did to her brought her to her peak in almost no time. She had begun having more than one orgasm at a time with him, and each one was a soul-stirring, strength-sapping blast of cosmic force that seemed to emanate from within and explode outward. He used his tongue on her clitoris for less than a minute, bringing her to the edge of satisfaction, and then he stopped.
"Ohhhhhh . .. n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o. . . you can't stop now ... not now. ..." she begged. "Please!"
"Your ass," he murmured insistently. "I have to fuck you in the ass. I have to fuck you everywhere in order to totally possess you."
Ellen was afraid, yet she was aware of the way her vagina was pulsing, flowing with heated liquid desire, a desire that seemingly fed on itself in spite of the idea that he wished to sodomize her. Her hand felt down, touching his cock, and she realized it was so solid, it was like brittle porcelain, and if relief wasn't forthcoming shortly, the organ might simply shatter.
She lifted her hands to his face, surrounded it, stared into his eyes, studied the hungry expression in them, then finally exhaled, and nodded, saying, "All right!"
Releasing Keith, Ellen rolled over onto her belly without being told. She remembered well-enough the position she had been forced to assume when six separate cocks had worked their way in and out of her narrow rectal tunnel. She lifted her pelvis from the mattress, balancing herself on her knees. Her naked asscheeks gleamed, their smooth roundness offering him a silent invitation, telling Keith he would be able to do anything he wished.
The boy pushed her thighs wider apart, crawling between them, using his knees to lever them even wider. Then panting rapidly, he spat on his middle finger and pressed it against the puckered ring of her anus. He began excitingly probing into her rectum, but her sphincter tightened, not wanting to let him in.
"Wow! Easy!" she gasped. "That hurts!"
"Sorry, I'll be more careful," Keith assured his mother, taking his finger away, not certain what to do next.
T have an idea," Ellen told the boy, and opening her night table drawer, she took out a jar of cold cream. "This should make things a lot easier for both of us."
The boy took the jar from her, a smile on his face. He understood without being told what he had to do. He poked his finger into the cream, about to cover his cock with it, but his mother stopped him.
"That's my job," she told him.
He gasped with lascivious delight when she took a gob of the stuff and smeared it all over his penis, spreading it with soft-stroking fingers. He lay back, spreading his thighs as he felt pleasurable sensations ripple through him.
Then she once again "assumed the angle" before him, kneeling on the bed, and he took the cold cream still on his finger and plopped it against her asshole, pushing it inside a little at a time. Then he moved his finger in and out, realizing the cream made entry into her ass almost too easy. He added a second finger and found her inner constriction a little tighter, and then he added a third finger.
"Unnnnh!" the kneeling mother moaned as she involuntarily clenched her naked buttocks together, trapping her son's fingers inside her rectum.
"Hurt?" Keith asked.
"A little uncomfortable being stretched," she admitted, "but no pain. I can handle it."
He continued thrusting his three fingers in and out, sinking them a bit more deeply each time. Soon she was moaning, enjoying the sensation of having her rectum reamed, and she realized how much she wanted release. He was touching nerve-endings in there, the same nerve-endings touched by all those penises the night of the party, but this time there was no dryness, and her membranes didn't feel as if they were being torn. Her nakedly kneeling body was drenched with perspiration as the wanton excitement continued building in her seething depths.
"I have to put it in," the boy insisted. "I can't hold back any longer, I just can't."
His cock felt as if it would smash at any moment. He had to get it into his mother's ass. He tugged his fingers out, and Ellen, for a moment, felt as if her rectum had been abandoned. It was suddenly a void in need of filling-at least until she attained her ultimate peak. God! She needed it!
On his knees behind his mother, Keith took a deep breath and aimed the lust-bloated point of his throbbing penis-covered as it was with the same cold cream inside his mother's ass-at the tiny pucker. Pressing it against the crinkle, the boy shoved. The heavy lubrication in her anus as well as on his cock was so thick his penis slid up through her asscrack rather than into her rectum. The boy realized there was too much lubricity, and he was going to have trouble fitting the organ into her.
"Damn it!" Ellen cursed. "Stop playing around and put it in!"
The boy behind her almost went berserk with need. He pulled back then thrust the head of his organ savagely against the starred little circle, his fist holding it in place. The strain was too much for the tight anal ring. Suddenly his virile young penis rammed its way inside, a single smooth stroke that carried it to its full length inside her rectum so that the head actually pushed into her colon.
"Oh, my God!" Ellen gasped, suddenly aware of the monstrous thickness of the phallus. "It hurts! Oh, Grid! Keith! Unh! You're . .. annnhhh . . . hurtinnnng meeeeee... too big... too big... take it out... take it out... ."
The boy's eyes rolled back in his head for a moment as he felt his mother's powerful rectal muscles squeeze his cock in a determined effort to "evacuate" it. But his hands clenched her hips and pulled her buttocks firmly against his body, and with an instinctive determination he thrust even deeper into the heated sponginess of her rear flesh. His tongue hung out like that of a panting dog as intensely forbidden pleasurable sensations washed over him.
Ellen twisted and writhed beneath her son like a gaffed fish, but all efforts to dislodge his cock were futile. Each movement only seemed to sink the phallic pylon a little more deeply into her rear tunnel. The boy was pulling on her hips, slamming his thighs all the more solidly against her rounded asscheeks until she finally felt his hairless testicles smacking against the lips of her cunt.
"Ggg ggaaaa nnnngg gghhhh!" she gasped out, making him aware of the fact that she was protesting his entry. "Please ... uuuu nnnn hhh ... it hurts, Keith ... it hurts. .. you're so much thicker and longer than any of those other men. I can't hold you!"
But her pitiful pleas were falling on deaf ears. Not that Keith had reverted to his old madness, but the aroused youth was so intense in what he felt, he wouldn't have been able to stop if life and death were dependent on his doing so. Finally his mother's sphincter relaxed, easing its powerful grip on his thickness, and he was able to start sliding his throbbing cock in and out of the tightness of her rectum.
"Jesus!" the boy gasped. "So tight! So tight! So much tighter than your tight cunt. .. yesssss... ohhhhh... so good...."
He was punctuating each word with a forward thrust of his hips, jolting his red-haired mother's white and shining body.
The helpless mother remained kneeling beneath her son, bent forward as if paying homage to the cock plundering her depths, almost paralyzed for the moment by the pain she was feeling. God! What a lascivious sight this must be. But she was unable to look up at the mirror on the ceiling.
She wondered if it would ever stop hurting. But even as she continued pitying herself, she felt a sudden shiver of delight course through her as she had all those other times when she had been raped back there. Little by little the pain was starting to fade. This time, the cold cream kept the way smooth, and as her membranes stretched and adjusted to what was no longer uncomfortable, thrills built higher and higher in her.
The boy began fucking all the harder into his mother's upthrust ass while his balls beat a continuous rhythm against her oil-seeping vagina. The virile, throbbing penis rammed in and out, in and out, his pubic hair mashing against the white asscheeks with each inward stroke, pulling the clinging pink flesh of her anus out with each backward stroke.
"Unh . .. anh .. . oooonnnhhh .. . hhhunh!" the boy gasped. "This has to be the greatest... oh, yeah...."
The submissively kneeling mother felt more and more thrills invade her quivering interior as sexual stimulation within built to heights she had never known, rippling outward from her cock-filled rectum, igniting smoldering fires in the seething depths of her pussy. Equally stimulating was the pressure of his testicles slapping her clitoral bud.
Writhing now in lascivious and unexplainable desire, the beautiful mother commenced to feel fiendish delight in her degrading position. She obscenely ground her white buttocks back against her son's thrusting hardness, deliberately experimenting and trying to find how she might attain the most pleasure as she slowly rotated her hips to increase the friction of his slenderly impaling penis against her clutching anal interior. She groaned, but this time it was with delight. Now she wanted nothing more than to go on enjoying this forbidden delight, because she knew a few more strokes would carry her to orgasm.
As if he had done this many times before, Keith reached beneath his mother's wriggling body with both hands, digging his fingers into her vaginal slit. One hand concentrated on probing fingers into her feminine foramen, while the other concentrated on massaging her clitoral bud. The feel of her quiveringly wet flesh under his fingers sent shivers of overpowering lust and rapture coursing through his already out-of-control body.
Ellen sucked in her breath, thrilling to the added enjoyment of his digital manipulations. There was no pain, no anger, no frustration. This was her loving son, the boy who cared about her more than did any other male on earth, and there was no shame in his fucking her any which way that pleased both of them since both found pleasure in one another they were apparently unable to find elsewhere.
"Good ... good ... so good. . .." the boy grunted.
A smile of delight and rapture covered the loving mother's face as she heard young Keith groaning with lascivious delight. But the smile rapidly faded as she found herself equally caught up in the turbulence of incestuous desire, desire caused by the youth's heatedly pistoning penis constantly rocketing in and out of her ravaged rectum. Then, like the far-off rumble of an approaching electrical storm, Ellen sensed she was about to be encompassed by a dual rapture.
"Hhhhhh uuuunn nngggg hhhh! Aaa aaannn ngg-ggh hhh! Gggggh hhhooo onnnng ggghhhh!" she gasped, her eyes tightly shut, a stupor building in her as she slammed wildly against the hardness of the man's rampaging penis. The naked young mother spread her thighs a little wider, lowering herself a bit more, giving her son even better access to her back door. She slammed her buttocks solidly back against the forward plunge of his virile shaft, feeling a wicked delight each time the youth's bloated testicles slapped against the sensitive edges of her vaginal lips, keeping time with the way his fingers dug into her cunt and massaged her extended clitoris.
"Gonna come ... gonna come ... gonna come...." the boy groaned, his voice hoarse, wild, somewhat inarticulate. But it was Ellen who came, first.
"AAA AAIIIIIEEEEE YYYYYA AAAAGG GGGHHH HUUUUU UNNNNN GGGGGH HHHHAA AGGGHHH!" she shrieked, feeling the dual orgasm overwhelm here.
The squeezing pressure of her ass was all the boy needed, and then he exploded, bellowing, "YYY YYA-AAA ARRRRR GGGGGH HHHAAA AANNNN NGGGGG GHHHHH AAAAAW WWWWWA AAA-RRR RGGGGG GHHHHH UUUUUN NNNGGG GGHHHH HAAAAG GGHHH!"
Cataclysmic flashes of intense thrills blasted through both of them as he fired jet after jet of scalding semen into her rectum. When it was finally over, both of them knew they would fuck this way again.