Chapter 3
"Smart!" Keith said, congratulating his mother, standing when he heard the front door close. "The old guy never suspected a thing."
"He's not old," Ellen reminded her son.
"Sure, anything you say, Ma," the boy winked. "Now, suppose we get back to you and me."
"There's nothing to get back to," she insisted. "I want you to take yourself out of here and we can forget the whole thing happened."
She stared at the tan-fleshed youth, a bit on the scrawny side, with heavy eyebrows like his father, a short nose, thin, cruel lips, and a rugged jawline. He had muscles under those skinny limbs, and one exceptionally impressive muscle which, at present, looked like a tiny pushbutton doorbell between his legs as his cock, when not in use, completely retracted as to create the impression it was miniscule. His testicles, smooth and pink, were totally unlike the hairy balls that hung between his father's legs.
"Forget the whole thing?" the boy laughed. "You have to be kidding, Ma. You and me, we're just getting started. Hell! The old man has been jazzing you for twenty years now, and he doesn't like you half as much as I do. Shit! I love you, and what's more, you love me. Sure, I sneaked in here after he had finished with you, waiting, hoping you'd think my cock was his, at first. But I knew, the moment you came, that I gave you a real thrill, and I'm wondering if the old man ever did anything that good for you."
"Keith, this is disgusting!" she insisted.
"Shuddup!" he yelled. "I don't like hearing things like that. You dug being fucked by me, and you know it, and what's more I'm gonna be fucking you on a regular basis from now on. Because you want it just as much as I do."
Ellen lay on her back, staring at the boy, shocked beyond any movement and belief. He was terrifying when he was angry, but more, he was also arousing. She was ashamed to admit as much.
He grabbed some tissues from a box on the nearby night table, and forcing his mother's thighs wide apart, he began swabbing out her cunt, pulling out his own sperm, as well as that of his father.
"You'll never get it up that fast," she said. "I don't care how young and virile you are."
"Hell! I don't intend gettin' up again," he smiled. "In fact, I have to go to work soon. But I'm gonna give you a little something to remember me by, so when I come back from work this evening, you remember me and don't do any of this crap about trying to stop me."
"But your father...." she gasped, as he took one last tissue and moved it around in her cunt with his finger to make sure there was no residue.
"I-'ll be careful," the boy insisted. "You just do like I say, because let's be honest, Mom, you like being fucked by me almost as much as I liked fucking you."
Tossing the last tissue aside, he pressed his palms on the insides of her thighs and pushed his face down as her hairy pout seemingly lifted itself of its own volition.
"N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o...." she shouted at him. "Keith
... don't ... please . .. don't shame me this way ... you're my son .. . I'm your mother. . . don't do this to your own mother ... for God's sake. ..."
He clamped his lips firmly against her labia, groaning, his tongue flicking her wet pinkness, his face pressing solidly into the soft richness of her already over-stimulated mound. She was aware of the delightful pain of his digging teeth, teeth that had never before pressed themselves into a delicate cunt, and then his hot, darting tongue, acting more out of instinct than anything else, sank into her sodden center.
Good God! Her son, her only son, her only child, was going down on her, his own mother. His tongue was probing into her sensitive vagina, and there was no way for her to possibly stop him, save by screaming, and even then, even if a neighbor should overhear, then what? Assuming the police were called, what would she say? Would she tell them of her son's incestuous attack? There would be newspaper stories, and her husband would lose his job at the bank. People would point to her when she went shopping, and she would be the target of thousands of sniggering remarks.
His tongue pushed deeper between the lips of her hot pussy, and his mouth opened wide, his own lips wide apart, slowly coming together as they pursed, intent on sucking the juices from her sizzling cavity. Keith pulled her cuntlips into his oral lips, and he used his slender, boyish tongue as if it were his thick cock, moving it in and out of her seething tunnel. Then he stretched his mouth as wide as possible and sucked in all of her vulva. With a groan, he let the pink flesh literally "pop" out of his mouth with a loud sucking sound, then burrowed his mouth that much more deeply into her once-again-spasming vagina, drinking the heavy flow as it issued forth.
His tongue found the button of her clitoris, and . pressed flatly against it. He rubbed the clitoral organ back and forth before pulling his tongue into his mouth and compressing his lips tightly around the little nubbin. The edges of his teeth brushed against it without actually biting it.
For Ellen, the sensation was indescribable. Lights flashed behind her eyes, and her mouth hung slackly open as she gasped for air. Somehow, without her realizing it, her hands had strayed down and had entangled themselves in his hair, twining the strands around her fingers.
Ellen was unable to restrain herself any longer. This was something her husband had never done to her. The sensations were unbelievable, and to think, it had taken her son to open her up to this new vista of utter delight. Biting her lower lip hard, she shoved her hands against the back of his head so that her clitoris rubbed against the fronts of his teeth while still being sucked on between his lips. Ellen began rolling her buttocks from side to side, aware her son had slipped his hands under her, his fingers digging into the roundness of her buttocks as he fed lustily from her womanly trough.
"Yesssssss...." she finally hissed, unable to contain her enthusiasm as to what the boy was doing to her. "Unh! Do it to me! Do it to me! Eat me! Oh, Goddddd! Darlinnnnng! Eat my vagina . . . I've . . . uuunnnhhh ... never had anything like this in my life
... ooo ooohhhh ... wwow wwwwww . . . yes sssssss ... do it . .. do it... do it.. .."
The boy sucked his mother's cunt with more and more verve. Air escaped with hissing, bubbling noises from between his lips as he continued sucking her pussy, drawing so violently on the pink flesh the beautiful mother thought her son was sucking her inside-out. He gripped her vaginal flesh with his teeth, biting with just enough pressure to build rapture in her, then he sucked the coral flesh into his mouth, chewing on the throbbing stem of her tantalizing clitoris, making her tremble vibrantly.
"MY GOD! MY GOD! MY GOD!" She shrieked. "I'M .... UUUU NNNNGGGG HHHH ... COM MMMMII IIINNNN GGG GGGUUU UUNNNN GGGGGG HHHH ... AAAA GGGGG AAA AAIII IIINNNN!"
Her body twisted and turned, bucking insanely, throbbingly jerking from side to side, moving uncontrollably, bouncing wildly, her asscheeks slamming into the mattress, then hurling themselves as high as possible, and the boy's mouth was there with every movement.
Then it was over. She was pure liquid; soft and surrendering, and the atomic core in her body had achieved melt-down so that her interior was a seething, bubbling vat of uncontrollable surrender.
Ellen began chastising herself. She was yielding herself to her son's perverse desires, and this was maddening. She wondered if God would ever be able to forgive her. She had fucked her own son, and then had allowed him to sink his face into the mired depths of her cunt and lap her until she had climaxed again.
"You liked it, didn't you," Keith said.
He wasn't asking her, but rather he was telling her, and she knew he was right. She did like it, liked it too much, in fact.
"Yes," she shamefacedly admitted.
"We'll do more," he promised her. "We'll do much more. You'll see. You'll love it all, every last bit of it. I'm going to live with you forever, Mother. Whenever Dad leaves you alone, I'll find some time for us, and I'll always make you happy."
"Yes," Ellen murmured quietly.
This was precisely what she feared; that he would indeed make her happier than her own husband. Then she would be trapped, because of her wants and needs rather than by her son's madness, for his insanity had become hers.