Chapter 9
There were a multitude of choices Ellen knew she had to consider. The initial alternative of calling the police was totally ruled out. Even with her husband gone, Ellen didn't want it spread all over the neighborhood that her son and she were involved in an incestuous relationship. The second alternative of getting him to see a psychiatrist would have to wait, at least for a little while. Aside from their having little-enough money, it wasn't quite little-enough so that the boy would be entitled to free medical help. Besides, anything free was usually worth what one paid for it. The final alternative consisted of temporary acceptance, but knowing the boy as she did, he wouldn't be content with her "letting" him fuck her. Not that she would be able to remain quiescent during those times anyway. But he would want to be certain of his masculinity, and masculinity to him meant making her, his mother, respond to what he wanted. Simple common sense told her, if she were to retrain her sanity and not continually mentally chastise herself for what she was doing, then she had to go into this with a totally open mind. Not only that, she had to make up her mind that no matter how heinous it was, since no one was actually being hurt by it, she was to enjoy it, yes, enjoy it.
So the following evening, when she and her son returned from work and had dinner, they went to separate bathrooms and showered, and then, not bothering to put on clothing, met in her bedroom. The boy had the good sense to leave his clothing in his own bedroom, but he would be sleeping on his father's side of the bed from now on.
Ellen knew he was waiting to see her reaction to all this. If she began showing reticence, if she tried talking him out of this, if she felt it necessary to withhold herself in any way, she knew he would take it as a personal insult. She had to make him believe she was in whole-hearted agreement with what he wanted.
Accepting this made Ellen feel a lessening of the pain she had been experiencing at the thought of continual incest. It was something she would do for her own good and the good of her son-for a little while, anyway. Besides, they had both undergone the horrible ordeal of losing Joel. So in that respect her heart went out to her son, and in so doing, she began feeling the kind of love he was hoping she would feel.
Ellen, for the first time in her life, felt a rich, meaningful kind of love coursing through her entire body. She felt a sensuous awakening as she lay on her back, totally naked on the bed, looking up at her son, seeing him through entirely different eyes. He was no longer merely her son. He was her lover. Yes, he was her lover and she had to accept it. The ghost of a smile touched her full, sensuous mouth, and she whispered to him, "Keith, darling, wonderful Keith. .. ."
"Ellen," he gasped, his voice filled with a sob of emotion.
There was no son or mother here. There was Keith and Ellen, two people about to fuck and enjoy the greatest of all life's wonderful thrills. Male and female-man and woman.
He lowered himself to the bed, his face pressing against her ample bosom, and he began sobbing, crying because she was accepting him. His tears washed against her heatedly sensitive flesh. The woman's arms convulsively cradled him to her, holding his lean youthful body tight as he clutched her trembling form with amazing strength.
"My darling, my wonderful lover," she whispered, and she realized she meant what she was saying. Deep down, some part of her had wanted this all along as much as her son, and as a result, having forced her conscious to accept it, she was home free in letting all her feelings run rampant.
"I love the feel of your body against mine," she told the youth, and realized she was telling the truth. "You feel so warm, so muscular, so strong, so dependable." Dependable! That was what he wanted to hear most of all. His mother was not only accepting him as a lover, but was coming to depend on him.
Instinctively she turned onto her side still clinging to him, pressing his face into her breasts. Now she was able to feel all of his lean, hard nakedness pressing against her, and rather than feeling repelled as she had two nights earlier, with all those men, she felt more strongly attracted than she had ever felt in her entire life. She pulled him up to her, kissing his face, her knees against his, her thighs against his, her belly against his, the long, swollen cock already erect and between the two flat stomachs.
Gradually, little by little, Ellen's body, without her realizing it, began to slowly undulate. She was making the initial move now that she had accepted the incest as natural and normal. It was a slow, rotating movement of abdomen against abdomen as she clung to her handsome son. Her heart began pounding, and her breathing was becoming ragged as once again she felt fires of overpowering lust for the youth, only this time they hadn't been inspired by any attack of his. This time she had been the aggressor, and with every passing second she was that much more aware of how much she wanted him. Desires for his teenage flesh totally overwhelmed her, flaring like a forest fire through her seething loins.
Ellen was more aware of her need for the boy than ever before. She had started this with the intent of merely satisfying the boy and pretending to him that she was whole-heartedly in agreement with him. But the truth was, she needed it as much as he. God! This was insane! She wanted to be fucked by her own son. She was as sick as he. If this be sickness, then she intended making the most of it.
Her wetly pulsating vagina was already secreting droplets of oil from within, revealing to her the extent of her forbidden passion for her boy. Her nipples, without being massaged, simply from pressing against the boy's chest, were enlarging to hardness that hurt. There was a moment of utter and supreme delight and ecstasy. She reveled in this feeling, and then her conscience, in one last effort, tried struggling to the foreground one last time. This was forbidden sin. This was horrible! This was incest!
Ellen thought she had to release her son, to stop this, to certainly stop thinking in this shameless way before she once again "went all the way," allowing his cock to penetrate her body. She had to close her mind to the fact that he was a desirable male. The boy would rant and rave. He would threaten her with another "party." But somehow she had to make him listen to reason, to stop this depravity before it went so far, neither of them would ever be able to extricate themselves from it. Dear God! No matter what he felt for her, her own desire for him was even stronger. For the first time she was sorry she was his mother, because if there was anything she really wanted it was to live the rest of her life being fucked by him, knowing how much he really cared for her. She ached to think of taking his penis in her hand, tugging on it, even taking it into her mouth. Yes, her son's was one penis she would gladly take into her mouth. She would suck on it, drink the white flow from it, clog her cheeks with the essences of it, and glut her throat with it.
But in spite of the thoughts running rampant through her head, and in spite of the nagging of a dying conscience, she found her arms would not release her son's body. She refused to turn her back on him and pull away from the vibrant warmth of his firm, muscular body. She clung to him even more tightly, and her desire-ridden self began writhing all the more hungrily as they squirmed against one another on the bed. Her long, firm thighs slowly began separating, opening and closing rhythmically, and then, as she slung one of her legs over her son's naked hips, her mind began filling itself with the remembrance of the blond man pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. She remembered quite clearly seeing the thickness as well as feeling it-that searing image of the horrible Roy's throbbing cock consuming every cell in her mind's eye with wave after wave of suddenly hot, implacable desire. Where she had been ready to regurgitate two nights earlier, the thought made her lick her lips, causing sensations to build in her desire-tightened belly, her heatedly pulsating vagina throbbing all the more rapidly, causing her to almost moan aloud with continually building delight. She wanted to suck her son's cock!
Do it! her mind screamed at her, shouting wildly. Then her conscience's last gasp, Ellen Blackton, don't allow this to happen, don't let your son know you've become as perverted as he. If both of you fall victim to this, there'll be no cure for either of you. Stop! Stop now, before you destroy yourself and the boy along with you. If you have no feeling for yourself, do it for the boy's sake!
But even as these pleading thoughts exploded like firebombs in the searing depths of her mind, other words were beginning to build in her throat, words from her subconscious; from her very id. Before she was able to stop them, the bubbling words boiled past her violently trembling lips.
"Keith. .. my love... my darling... I adore you.. . I want you more than I've ever wanted any man in the world.. . you're everything to me... you, only you.. . I've never felt for any man that which I feel for you. .. You're wonderful ... and you're the most fabulous lover I've ever known ... I need you...."
Holding tightly to his beautiful, redheaded naked mother, panting hotly against the softness of her warm flesh, the handsome seventeen-year-old heard the words, but more, he felt them, knowing, instinctively, that what she was saying came from her heart. Her body twisted voluptuously against his, arousing him all the more. He was becoming more and more aware of her tantalizing nakedness, the hairs on her vagina scraping against his own pelvis, causing static to tingle through him. Her legs tightly locked themselves around his buttocks, and desire for her continued flaring, uncontrolled, in his shuddering body. His heart was burning with love for her. It was no longer mere sexual desire, but the true love he had professed the first time he had spoken with her. He more than desired her, he actually loved her as much as a seventeen-year-old was capable of loving. It was a love totally different from anything else he had ever felt, and this time the love needed the ultimate form of expression. It needed . .. release!
In that one moment of undeniable truth, Keith finally became aware that while all he had really felt for his mother before was the love of a son for a mother mingled with the passionate carnal desire of a male for a female, now he began feeling true love in the fullest sense. He wanted to make love to her in every way possible, but it was more than physical now. It was emotional, and in order to surrender to these emotions, he had to do all the things he had wanted to do when he had merely felt physical desire for her.
He had sucked her cunt once and he had loved it. Now the thought occurred to him that he would love to do it again. But this time he wanted to do it not because of a desire to merely make his mother want him. He ached to suck her pussy because he actually felt the need to do so-to taste her, to thrill to the touch of her cunt against his pressing mouth.
The youth jerked his head up and looked along the length of their bodies, staring at the way she pressed her curvaceous form against him. A tremulous sob of want burst from the depths of his throat as he chastised himself for what he had done to her, having all those men fuck her so cruelly. If true love was what was motivating him, there was no need for him to use cruelty on his mother.
In that moment, the madness of pure lust that had controlled the boy's brain lifted, and in its place was actual love and wanton desire. His eyes wandered with a will of their own over the lovely marble-white form of his mother, taking in all of her delectable loveliness as she twisted on the bed against him. He stared for the first time at the perfection of her breasts, not merely hugging and squeezing and pinching them, but looking at them and appreciating them. So lush, so ripe, so like full melons, and her breasts had points that were rich, pink berries, berries surrounded by circles of their own juices. Looking down, he saw the auburn hair, a shade darker than the hair on her head, sparsely covering her rich, pink vagina. The glistening vaginal furrow seemed to beckon to him. She was unquestionably beautiful, far more beautiful than any of those cunts he had seen in the movies at his friends' homes. All his friends had self-threading eight millimeter projectors and they bought these tiny ten minute films of men fucking and sucking women in every conceivable way. Some of the women were stunners, too. But not one began to compare to his mom. She was the most fantastically lovely woman in the whole world, and his desire for her was not merely an animal craving, but a deeply spiritual want, as well.
Perspiration broke out on the handsome youth's tan forehead as his devouring eyes continued taking in the absolutely delightful beauty of his mother's total nakedness. She was trembling, tingling with anticipation, and the boy felt it all. He felt a strange vibrancy in his shuddering loins as he continued staring at her delightful voluptuousness, unable to look away. He felt an aching of acute pleasure in his restlessly hard, thick phallus. After having seen what those other men had sported, he knew for a fact that his cock was one of the longest, thickest around. Sure there were probably quite a few that were longer and thicker, but not in this neck of the woods.
His eyes finally came to rest on the rising and falling swells of her rounded hips as she continued grinding her hot furrow of cunt against the swollen thickness of his cock. Jesus! She really did want him! What in all the world was there more wonderful than the knowledge that his mother wanted him to fuck her as much as he wanted her? She was tormenting him with her need, and his erection was getting harder and harder.
He tore his eyes away from her because he knew to continue staring would only lead to his having a premature ejaculation, and he wanted to save his climax for her body. He wouldn't be doing her justice any other way.
Reaching down, he pulled up the folded-over blanket, covering the two of them for the moment, creating an even stronger intimacy between them as they cuddled together beneath the covers. His hands filled themselves with the fullness of her naked breasts, and he let go of the covers only to see his mother kick them off to the side, preventing him from concealing their naked bodies in any way.
The beautiful woman stared at the handsome youth, her hands running along his arms, caressing his wrists, her features contorted with lust and desire as she made it obvious to the boy the anxiety filling her wanton mind. She had to have him.
Keith responded automatically, breaking her grip, but only to tease her. He had no desire to cool the overpowering passion in them, but rather felt the desire intensify all the more. Churning fires leaped and swirled through both their bellies, and she made it more than obvious her desires completely paralleled his. Her hips were still grinding circularly, her cunt rubbing against his cock, her hotly hungry vagina seeping with flooded liquids as her seething passion continued mounting.
Dimly, Ellen knew she had lost total control of herself. She no longer allowed her conscience to dictate to her, because her conscience was in direct conflict with overpowering wants and needs inside her. She wanted her son's cock. She wanted it in her body .. . anywhere . . . everywhere. She wanted his sperm to glut her cunt, fill her throat, flood her ass, and what was left she wanted to rub into her skin as a soothing balm.
"Keith, darling, forgive me for having opposed you before," she murmured to the boy. "I want you! I want you more than you ever wanted me! I want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."
She heard the obscene words coming from between her own lips, lips that had been wetted with a tongue anxious to taste the boy, and yet she knew what she was saying was truth. There was nothing wrong in uttering truth, no matter how obscene some might think it to be.
"I love you, Ellen," he told her again.
"Almost as much as I love you," she said to him. "I need you, from this day forward, as my lover, my protector, my guardian ... I need you to fuck me!"
The boy's mind reeled with overpoweringly wanton joy. He wanted her more than anything else in the world, and now knew for sure her desire for him was just as strong. He had hoped to make her feel this way over a period of time, but hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. A low moan filled his throat, letting her know he intended doing just about everything possible to her that a man was capable of doing to a woman.
But now that the madness that had possessed him for so long was gone, he suddenly felt the need to fully understand this strange, forbidden desire that had taken control of the both of them. There was a love building between them that would not end when consummation was completed. He realized now that with each fucking, his desire for her would become even stronger.
By now, the teenage boy was no longer capable of thinking straight, clinging tightly to his mother, feeling her surround him with her arms. He listened to his mother's words, thick with passion, as he lay back on the bed, feeling her hot fingers moving seductively on his arms and back, watching her sensuously naked torso writhe and squirm with building desire as his own arousal continued to mount and intensify to greater heights, swelling within him until it was like a towering breaker all set to crash on the beach of his emotions, threatening to crush him with unimaginable force-a force more powerful than his seventeen years gave him the power to comprehend.
He was aware of his thickly swollen phallus becoming even longer and weightier, stretching to a painful stiffness the like of which he had never known before. It jutted straight up between their bellies, oils from the head seeping against the flesh of both of them. Oh, Christ! He was filled with fire, now! His entire physical being was lost in a swirling whirlpool of the age-old hunger all male bodies at one time or another have known since time immemorial. The only difference was, his excitement was derived from the knowledge that not only would he be fucking his own mother, but that she wanted it as much as he. She was urging him to shove the full length of his pulsating penis into the sodden depths of that cunt he had fucked once already, and this time she would know it was his and welcome it. That pulsating oily warm interior of hers would grab his penis, knowing it belonged to him, and would nurse on it.
Moaning out her own inner arousal, letting the love she felt for her son make itself known, her fevered eyes fastened firmly on the virile penis standing erect between their bellies, and she realized it was longer and harder now than it had been the first time it had fucked her. God! It was immense! Lust made wild joy spring uncontrollably inside her as a rising spiral of wanton desire continued swirling through her shuddering form.
He was harder than ever, betraying the fact that it was more than lust. It was love on his part as much as hers. Her son loved her, adored her, wanted her spiritually as well as physically. She had known she was, to some degree, an exciting woman, because even at his dullest her husband had always been completely aroused when the time came for him to bury his penis into her.
Worked up to a fevered pitch of complete sensuousness merely from looking at her teenage son and seeing the love in him as well as the desire, Ellen lifted herself on one elbow and threw her arms around the handsome youth's neck, pulling his face to hers, letting their lips blend together in the first kiss brought on by pure love. She kissed his face all over, his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead, his nose, his chin, his jawline, but most of all, his lips. Her hot, hard tongue darted between his lips, probing there, seeking his own tongue. She deliberately pressed her thick nipples against his small, mannish ones, all but flattening the fullness of her pillowy breasts against his chest as her hips continued pumping uncontrollably against him, grinding her cunt against his balls. The wetly pulsating vaginal core of her continued heavily secreting the hidden liquids of her intense passion, so much so that now a small, silvery trail of heated ooze ran across her naked inner thighs and fell down onto the sheets, below.
The boy clung ferociously to his mother, responding to her kisses, and she clung tightly to him, her mouth all but enveloping his entire face as she kissed him again and again. Her washing tongue, leaping here and there, dotting his face, caused fire to leap through his loins in white-hot surges, and the impatient heat burned its way directly into his cock, making it even thicker and longer than before. The seventeen-year-old youth continued moaning, completely lost now, as much a slave to his mother's body as she was to his, both willing parties to all that would happen from now on, for both of them knew something in the very center of their souls that few people knew concerning their relationships with other people. Ellen's relationship with her son was based on true love, undeniable love, the love of one sex for the other, and it was an honest relationship. How many people marry simply for expediency, because it's easier for them than to face some other consequence, and then afterward go through life not really loving one another?
This intense, honest, open relationship between them had started building from the moment the boy had initially fucked his mother, though neither of them had been aware of it until now. Now that it had surfaced, each realized the feeling was as inevitable as the rising and setting of the sun.
The boy's mouth opened under the demanding kisses of the older woman. She had more experience than he, and though he had initiated all this, the simple fact was, she still knew more than he, and so he let her take the lead. He was responding, kiss for kiss, lick for lick, sucking as much on the wet probe of her tongue as she was on his tongue. He moaned in the low depths of his chest as his hands slowly wandered over his mother's shoulders, down to the smooth swells of her broad hips, then upward to locate the fullness of her breasts. Using instinctive knowledge, knowledge partially gained from his previous time with his mother, and knowledge that was purely natural, the boy began rolling his thumbs over his mother's erect little nipples, making them even longer, thicker, and harder, bringing quivers and gasps of utter rapture from her passion-tensed body.
Ellen reveled in the taste of her son's lips and tongue as she kissed back with a vengeance, and she thrilled to the wanton touch of his young, hot hands on her nakedly sensitive breasts. For the first time since he had fucked her a week earlier, she began feeling a deep inner sense of peace, as if her body did indeed belong to the boy now that his father had chosen to run away. The horrible weight on her mind was slowly lifting, for she knew she had someone who, for now at least, loved her as much as she loved him, and he loved her the same way she loved him. It definitely wasn't wrong. This wasn't the mere sating of flesh. Her soul didn't feel sick, but rather enthralled. She had suddenly discovered an entirely new life with her son, and if the rest of the world disapproved, well then the rest of the world need not know about it. This new life with her male offspring would transcend all else in its wonder and magnitude. Her son was so young, so virile, not yet at the peak of his manhood which was still two years away, and he was all hers for now. No one else had him, and she would do her utmost to keep him interested in her for as long a time as was humanly possible. He was hers.
The shamelessly aroused red-haired woman clung firmly to the handsome youth who had sprung from her body, kissing and moaning in hunger while he continued to fondle and tease her firmly upthrust breasts, tweaking the nipples gently until they seemed ready to burst, they were so hard.
A moment later her eyes snapped open and she gasped, shuddering as she felt his wonderful hands slowly, gently, carefully moving across her belly again, exploring. Then the youth's hesitant fingertips were touching the red, silken strands of her pussy hair.
"Ummmmm ... yessssss...." she hissed. "Do that, darling. Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Yes! Keep on doing that and don't stop!" she panted, hurling her hips firmly against his caressing hand.
The boy was unable to believe the wild effect he was having on his aroused mother. He knew she was a hot woman from the last time he had been with her, but this time, knowing it was he, she was urging him on, letting him know how much she adored his touch. One thing was certain, and that was, her excitement was contagious. He felt his own hungry need burgeoning with an abruptness that was almost terrifying, for it was far stronger and deeper than anything he had previously felt.
He was a bit more certain of himself this time than that first time, and he settled himself a little closer to the full, voluptuous nakedness of the madly writhing woman, sliding his outstretched middle finger through her velvety pubic hair to the wetly hot flesh, and into the seething trench of her cunt. His finger slid across the erect button of her upstanding clitoris, and this made Ellen groan with sheer delight, opening her legs that much wider, as if her son had touched some automatic button. Slowly, wonderingly, Keith moved his searching finger through the entire sodden length of her soaking pussy, his movements eliciting a soft moan each time the ball of his finger caressed the throbbing nub of her clitoris.
Ellen bucked and bounced, her body out of control, undulating insanely under her son's constant fingering ministrations. She screwed her tantalizing pelvis upward, massaging that most sensitive button against the full length of the boy's finger. There was no way for her to help herself. The passionate woman had to show her loving son how much she thought of him as a man and how much she needed him. She needed him to help her in every way, but at the moment she needed him most of all to do what a man does with a woman. She needed his hose inside her to put out the intolerable flames of inner anguish mixed with her uncontrollable primeval hunger.
Slowly she reached down between their naked bodies and her fingers closed over the thick length of his burningly pulsating staff. Hearing the youth moan in pleasure, she began gently stroking his virile stiffness, feeling his spongy penile head scraping against the ring formed by her thumb and forefinger. A rapturous tingle filled every fiber of her inner being at the feel of heatedly pulsating flesh sliding through her palm. She stroked lovingly as she used her other fingertips to continue caressing the wrinkled smoothness of his hairless scrotum.
"Unnnnnh!" the young boy moaned, gasping softly as she nakedly sat up and then crouched over her son's legs, sliding between them, never once taking her hand from the rock-solid tower of Keith's cock. He stared down in disbelief, for he didn't think his mother would have willingly done this after seeing the way she had distastefully undergone what Roy had done to her. But her pink tongue was flicking out and washing against the boy's penile head. It was the first time a tongue had ever touched his cock, and he was ablaze with desire as never before.
"Ohh hhh ... hhh hhuuuu uuuhhh hh ... Godddd uhhhhh . . . Ellen...." he gasped, for at this point he no longer thought of her as his mother in any way, but as Ellen, his wife, mistress, and lover. "Your mouth ... ooooohhhh ... it feels so good ... so good. ..."
The kneeling, redheaded mother began swirling her saliva-coated tongue around and around the ultra-sensitive, thick tip of his penis and finally wiggled the very tip of her tongue into the little penile opening from which the oil was continually seeping all over the head of his throbbing cock.
Ellen felt an uncontrollable thrill sear through her tantalized loins as she tasted, for the first time in her life, the oils coming from the penis of her handsome young son, further proof of his masculinity. She dipped her head down to lick the full length of his warmly throbbing phallus, tracing a scorching path of wetness with her extended tongue all the way down to the base and then back up to the minaret-shaped tip again. At last she parted her full, pink lips and surrounded the mushroom-shape of the crown, and little by little she began sucking the full length of the pulsating organ into her mouth. Her head sank lower, lower, lower, and soon the glans was pressing against her throat. Even now she didn't stop, but continued lower, forcing the thickly bloated knob into her gullet, widening her throat as she gagged and choked and sucked the penis inside.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" the boy gasped. "Oh, yes sssss
... oh wow wwwww. .. ."
Keith was whimpering as chills continued charging up and down his shuddering spine while he felt the painfully hardened staff of gristle and flesh sinking deep into the burning recesses of his mother's anxiously sucking mouth. Instinctively, as he had done when grinding his cock into his mother's cunt, the youth began a slow, rhythmic undulation of his hips, lifting his loins higher in order to push even more of his protruding penis into her gullet. He was unable to believe it when he saw her tantalizing, glistening lips slowly tighten and suck, the slurping noises of her own saliva and his oils sliding down her throat. Her lips were an elastic band now below his corona, the tongue pressuring against the underside of the glans as it swelled and receded again and again. Then she pushed her face down and sucked in the entire length of his cock as if it were a stalk of sugar cane. The head slammed into her gullet, and though she coughed and choked, she forced her face even lower, taking more and more of it in, and then her mouth rose until her lips were once again surrounding his penile head, and nothing more.
He gasped as he stared at her lust-contorted face, her lips stretched with the thick flesh of his powerfully pulsing penis buried in the depths of her saliva-filled mouth. In the meantime, she continued massaging the soft, resilient skin of his testicles with one hand while stroking the base of his phallus with the other each time her lips moved high enough.
Ellen began moving her lips faster and faster along the throbbing length of her son's hard cock, the hardened spear of flesh slipping wetly between her lips as they tightly compressed around it. The pressure filled the boy's loins with a strange, wild inner yearning, and he jerked his hips up and down in a staccato rhythm as if trying to cram more than the full length of the organ all the way into her clamping gullet.
Not for one moment did Ellen slow down her sucking. She sucked hungrily, greedily, anxiously as the handsome Keith continued brutally fucking his thighs up and down, slamming his cock into the tight hole in her face. The redheaded woman felt ready to go out of her mind with thrilled pleasure. This was exciting and delightful as having Roy's cock in her mouth had been disgusting and awful. The hammering of his cock-head was like feeling his heartbeat in her mouth.
When the boy began shuddering, and she felt little jerking twitches in his urethra, the naked, white-skinned mother realized her son was on the verge of orgasming into her mouth. She paused for a moment, wondering if she should let him go all the way this way. No, she decided. There had to be more than just this. She didn't want him coming, yet.
Pulling her mouth away from the pulsating stiffness of the boy's cock, she raised her head and smiled at him, her lips all shiny from the continuous seepage of oils that came from the tip of his cock.
"Good?" was all she asked.
"God, yes!" Keith gasped. "I almost came. Why did you stop?"
"I had my reasons," she smirked. "Do you like my mouth as much as you do my vagina?"
"Oh, geez, that's one heck of a choice," Keith muttered. "They're both great, both, you know that."
He was moaning with desire, a new surge of lasciviousness blasting through him as he realized all this pleasure was coming because of the love he felt for his mother and the love she felt for him. God! He was certain she was far better than any schoolgirl he might have picked on. "Again?" he pleaded.
"Fine," she nodded. "But don't come. I want to save your climax for something we can both enjoy."
Ellen lowered her lovely face again until her lips were once again surrounding the onion-shaped, angry purple tip of the young boy's throbbing cock. Slowly she slid the tube of her mouth down, encompassing the rigid length of his masculine cock, digging her teeth gently into the hard, throbbing flesh. The Boy's hips jerked impatiently upward against her face as she used her tongue to swath around and around the thickening glans. Then he slammed his cock in deeper, the head hitting the back of her mouth before pushing into her gullet.
Ellen felt her vaginal slit pulsating as it flooded with oils built up within her. The throbbing in her love-starved fleshy cunt threatened to unhinge her mind. God! She had to have her young son's powerful penis embedded firmly inside her frenetically pulsating vagina. She would go out of her mind if she didn't get some relief.
"Uuu uunnnn nnhhhh . .. ohhhhhh .. . shit. . . aaa aannnn nnhhhhh . . . ooo oonnnh hh .. . suck it . . . suck it. . . suck it.. .." he gasped, his muffled cry coming to her popping ears as she felt the youth's churning buttocks lift completely off the mattress and begin rotating in the air.
Ellen sucked as if she were an insatiable succubus, her lips pulling firmly at his virile rod of flesh, the delicious piquancy of Keith's young genitalia alone almost enough to drive her to the very brink of orgasm. She tenderly cupped his sperm-filled testicles in her hand, and then the redheaded mother began washing the full length of the boy's cock with her working tongue. She felt its stiffness and its frightening power within her sucking cheeks. The organ was heatedly pulsing-a throbbing that was echoed in the drawstring-tightness of her vagina, now. God! She felt as if her cunt was all ablaze with need.
Keith stared at his mother's delightfully obscene, bobbing head as it worked demoniacally around the stiff extension of his penis. The head shot into her gullet again and again, moving more easily now, but still feeling the tight fit each time it plundered its way inside. The youth felt an intolerable pressure building up to the point of explosiveness in the depths of his testicles, and he knew it wouldn't be long now. At the last moment, just as he was nearing that point of no-return, certain his frantically thrusting cock was about to blow and shoot gushes of hot semen down her guzzling throat, he felt his mother once again withdraw her tantalizing mouth. Damn!
Then she was climbing nakedly on top of him. Her breath was ragged against his face as she whispered to him, "Honey .. . Keith, darling, I need your loving, right now. I want you to put your penis inside me. I want you to fill me with its flesh. Fuck me, darling son ... I want to feel every last little bit of your wonderful cock thrusting its way into me... please... please:.. don't stop ... do it ... do it for me right nowwwwww...." she gasped, then lowered her wetly open mouth to his and kissed him, her tongue thrusting deep as she filled his mouth with some of his own penile oil.
She kissed the youth with an overpowering hunger as she guided her damply pulsing vagina directly over the youth's upright stalk. He seemed unable to move, so it might be to her advantage to take the initiative.
This way he would be certain, once and for all, that what she was doing with him she was doing out of love and nothing else.
But with a deep moan the handsome youth forced his mouth away from his mother's, then flung her onto her back while he climbed onto her nakedly trembling body. Impatient moans leaped from Keith's throat as he reached down and plunged his outstretched middle finger into the soft, warmly quivering slit of her tantalizing vagina, moving it around and around, thrilling to the way her cunt had adjusted to the finger, clamping as tightly around it as it had clamped around his thrusting cock when he had fucked her last week.
Keith's eyes gorged themselves with the sight of his mother's naked loveliness, then they traveled over her nude form, finally coming to rest on her wantonly writhing vaginal mound. Then he remembered how much she had enjoyed his going down on her that first time. She had been so aroused and ecstatic, she had pushed his face as far into her cunt as was humanly possible. Without thinking about anything else, the handsome young boy slowly slid down his mother's nakedly wriggling form until his face was poised directly above the softly curling tendrils of her vaginal fuzz. He then proceeded to trail his tongue downward, licking the full length of her wetly splayed vaginal furrow, very much aware of the pussy hairs tickling his nose and cheeks. The smell of her warmly perfumed cunt thrilled him as he heard his darling mother gasp out her passion.
"Aaa a?annn nngggg hhhhhh . . . ooooon nnnggg ggghhh hh . .. yes sssssss ... do that... do that. . . don't stop... it feels so good I can't stand it... I can't stand it .. . aaa aannnn nhhhhh . . . ohhhhhh .. . yes ssss . .. keep it up . .. hhh hhaaaa annnnn hhhhh . . . ooo ohhhhh h . . . wow wwwwww aaaaag gggghh hhh. . . ." she groaned, her head whipping uncontrollably from side to side. "Darling, put it in me ... ohhhhhh . .. fuck meee ... I need a good cock now... right now ... fuck meeeeeee... ."
The handsome young Keith opened his mouth even wider at this point, moving his tongue downward along the smooth, succulently wet, sodden pinkness that looked so much like the interior of an oyster shell. He stared at the heavy droplets of vaginal dew that sprinkled themselves all over her cuntlips, then he drove his tongue into her, moving it faster and faster, sliding the organ into her wetly dilated channel as far as it would go, just as he had done the other day. The handsome young boy was reveling in what he was doing, making all kinds of mewling, unintelligible sounds as he swirled his oral digit around and around the velvety interior of her softly pulsating vaginal tunnel. God! There was no doubt about it! His mother really loved what he was doing to her. At the moment she was totally helpless, unable to do a thing to stop him if she so wished, and he knew for a fact that she didn't wish. He was the master, the boss, the dominant one. The knowledge of this domination sent wild surges of power through his shuddering brain.
"Aaa aannnn hhhhh ... ohh hhhnnn nnhhhhh ... ggg gghhhh huuuun nnnnng gggghhh.. . ." she continued gasping, her mind a swirling haze of rapture.
Keith drew his moistly probing tongue from the seething depths of his mother's cunt, remembering something else he had read. He stabbed downward, letting it slide between her asscheeks into the tight little fistula of her anus. Ellen, who had never experienced anything like that in her entire life, sucked her breath in with a single gasping swallow, then moaned with uncontrolled rapture, flinging her loins at the boy's face as hard as she was able, causing his tongue to dig deep into her forbidden anal opening. Her wantonly naked and aroused body shuddered beneath the youth's consistent oral assault and she almost went totally out of her mind as jolt after jolt of thrilling pleasure rippled through her quaking loins. God! She wasn't able to take it any longer. Her son had to fuck her now or the top of her head would come off.
"Keeeeeithhhhhhhhh . . . ohhhhh . . . pleeeee-aaaase . .. fuck me . .. fuck me nowwwww ... I can't stand it anymore ... I need you ... I need your cock ... I need it in my cunt... I'm dying to feel it inside.. . fuck me!" she begged and pleaded, pulling on his short, brown hair with all her strength. But then she felt his wetly lapping tongue once again return to the cavern of her pussy and she gasped, "No more... no more. . . come up here ... fuck me.. .."
Unable to control his own lusting need any longer, the young Keith took his mouth away from the open pit that was his mother's quivering vagina. Slowly he moved his tongue up the length of her body, washing her flesh, teasing her breasts, stopping only when he reached her mouth, and then he let his tongue, still coated with some of her own oily secretions, sink between her teeth, making her taste her own internal oils as she had made him do moments before.
"Jesus!" he gasped. "I'm on the edge, now. I'm almost ready to shoot my load," he moaned, his mouth hungrily seeking hers.
The boy kissed his mother deeply, his spearing tongue washing the sharp taste of her vaginal juices through her mouth. Then, miraculously, he was once again aware of the way she was parting her long, slender beautiful legs. . . splitting them wider, wider, wider apart. Little by little he pressed the length of his hotly burning cock against the tantalizing slit of his mother's cunt.
Ellen reached down and took a firm grip on her handsome son's long, swollen mass of solid cock. She guided the waiting head toward her bubbling femininity, and her vaginal mouth slowly opened. When she felt she wasn't open enough, she used the thick head to part her sponge-like interior that much more, and the labia separated just enough. The beautiful red haired mother gasped aloud at the sudden contact of her seventeen-year-old son's hardened organ probing against her soft vaginal flesh.
"Unnnnhhhh! God! Yes! Do it! Do it! Do it! N-o-o-o-o-o-wwwww! Fuck it into me! Don't waste any more time! Do it now!" she gasped in wild, uncontrollable rapture.
Keith gasped with thrilled delight and slowly shoved his hips forward, wanting to do this just right, this time, not in any hurry, because this time his mother knew exactly who was fucking her. He wanted to be gentle, but he also wanted to be felt.
"Mom ...aaaa nnnnnhhhhhh...ohhhhh...hhhh-uuuuunnnnnnhhhh.. .Mom. . .." he gasped out like a little boy, forgetting to call her by her given name. His throat sounded as if he was paralyzed as he felt the warm, soft inner lips of her pussy separate and then close around his ultra-sensitive penile head.
The youth was afraid to move. The pleasurable sensations he was feeling were far stronger than those he had felt the first time he had buried his cock in his mother's cunt. The sensual feeling of her heatedly pulsating flesh surrounding his long, throbbing thickness was enough to make him want to come almost instantly. Oh, God! She had been good the last time, but now, wide awake, knowing who he was, accepting him for himself and loving him even more than she had loved his father, she was exhibiting a far greater range of emotions. He felt that if he moved now, he would explode. His sperm would come shooting into the depths of his mother's cunt before she was ready. The sensual feeling of her heatedly throbbing inner flesh surrounding the full length of his cunt-stoker overpowered him. Hell! It had been unbelievably fantastic the first time, and this time it was better. His father had to be the biggest prick of all time to walk out on a cunt like this.
"Come on...." she urged, "Come on ... do it... do it... fuck me.. . ." she whispered urgently to the boy as she began jerking her naked hips up and down, wanting nothing more than to have her darling son fuck her to a wildly unbelievable climax, a climax that was already very close. "In and out, in and out," she gasped. "Come on ... slide it... do it... do it... do it...." she begged.
Oh, God! She was so close-so close! Her handsome son was going to give her the biggest thrill of her life.
"Aaaaaa nnnnnhhhh... Mom. . . you feel so good in there, so terrific," the boy told her.
He struggled, fighting the overpowering sensations threatening to make him come prematurely. The boy slowly pulled his wildly pulsating penis back until only the swollen penile head was embedded in the clasping tightness of his mother's sucking cunt. Then he pushed forward again, feeling her hips move smoothly up to meet his downward plunge, burying the full length of his erect, thick phallus in the drowning pool of his mother's pink dehiscence.
He was aware of his heavily swaying testicles smacking against the upturned cheeks of her tantalizing buttocks, and this served as a stimulus to his already shocking need. Jesus! He was not only fucking his mother, but she was fucking back, knowing it was him, glad to do it. The knowledge that he was once again inside his mother's body added excitement to everything. He began an instinctive rotating movement with his pelvis, grinding his throbbing cock into the depths of her wetly writhing pussy while she continued squirming and revolving her naked buttocks circularly, lifting them off the bed, straining to get every last little bit of his virile young phallus inside her love-starved quim. She moaned, wanting more, aching for even harder thrusts from the driving power of her son's pistoning cock, and Keith rocked above her, using long, violent strokes that continually jolted her body and made the unusually squeaky bedsprings protest as never before. Chills of exciting rapture spiraled through the full length of her spine as she felt the increasing tempo of his youthfully stiffened shaft fucking in and out of her ecstatically throbbing vaginal center.
"Unh ... God .., oh ... fuck me ... fuck me ... keep fucking ... meeeeee . . . uuu nnnhhh . .. yesss-sss . . . don't stop . . . don't stop . . . keep fucking meeeeee ... uuunnn hhhh ... yesssssss ... ohhhh-hhhhh ... hhhhh uuuuuu nnnn hhhhh .. . harderrrr ... harderrrrrr...." Ellen loudly wailed as she began a corkscrewing motion against her young son's revolving hips, thrilling to the way he was nailing his cock into her. She had never believed sex, which she had always managed to somehow enjoy, would be this fantastic. It was the most utterly wonderful, beautiful thing to happen between a male and a female, and it took her son, the product of her own body, to make her realize as much. Perhaps because he was so much like herself he was able to anticipate her wants and needs and make everything that much more enjoyable for her. Certainly her husband had never been able to bring her this kind of rapture. The eight men who had used her, one willingly, the other seven against her will, had never been able to bring her to these heights of ecstasy.
"Beautifulllll...." she panted. "Ohhhhhh ... yessssss... I love it... I love it. .. fuck me harder. . . fuck me harder ... harder...."
Quickly now, her loving son began increasing the pace with which he was pounding into the tightness of her sucking, squeezing, slurping vagina in spite of the fact that he was at the very edge himself and had no hope of holding back. There was a never-before-known kiln of molten steel brimming inside him as his come-filled balls and prostate prepared themselves for the eruption of a lifetime.
Ellen pumped her cock-swallowing cunt all the higher, her walls clinging that much more tightly and closely to her son's organ as she maintained a simultaneous rhythm with his every thrust, both back and forth. Her entire naked form continued writhing and twisting with unbridled wantonness as she sought out her ultimate satisfaction. Now the handsome young boy was slamming into his wildly moaning mother with overpowering and intensifying force, pulling his lust-bloated penis nearly all the way out of her tightly clinging vaginal sheath, then viciously plunging into her again until his sperm-bloated balls slapped solidly against the tiny pucker of her anal opening. The pressure was continuing to mount, sensation billowing up from his balls, and the boy's head swam with the awareness that he was going to come and fill his mother's cunt with the white fluid manufactured by his own body, letting her have the full extent of his love.
Ellen whipped her head in frenzied movement, rejoicing in the depth of her impalement, thrilling to this wonderfully hardened, swollen organ moving in and out of her without any sense of control. Ecstatic little moans came from her lips, moans that seemingly grew louder with every passing moment and then became a continuous wail of pleading. She was all set to hit the top, to climax ... oh, God! She had to come!
Ellen lifted her legs even higher to receive Keith's most powerful driving strokes, and this movement caused her tight vaginal muscles to tug even more on his driving, pistoning cock as it lanced into her over and over. She felt the thickness of the long, skewering organ as it thickened even more, growing, enlarging, swelling, pulsing, a little more, a little more, more-more-more-more ... and even more.
"MOTHERRRRR . . . OHHHHH . . . HHHH-UUUU NNNN HHHHH ... GODDDDDD ... I ... YYY YYAAAA ANNNNN NNNNGG GGGHHHH ... CAN'T ... HOLD BACK ... GGG GGHHHH HAAAAA NNNNNG GGGHHH HHH... AAAAAR RRRRGGGGH HHHUUU UUUNNN NNGGGG HHHHAA AAAGGG GGHHHH HUUGGHH ... COMMMM IIIIIN NNNGGG GGUUUU UUNNNN NNNNGG GGGHHH HH ... HHHHHAAAA ARR-RRR GGGGGH HHH!"
It blasted out of him, threatening to tear the head off his cock if he tried in any way to restrain himself.
IT'S GOOOOD . . . GGG GHHHHH UUUUUU NNNNGG GGGHHH HH.. . ." she told him. She cried out in rapturous love as she felt the heat of his exploding semen suddenly pour into the bubbling depths of her tautly spasming vaginal center.
"Onnnnhhhhh .. . hhhhh aaaaa nnnnn hhhhh...." the boy silently whispered, letting the last of his orgasmic feeling escape through the safety valve of his throbbing cock as he kept the full length of it buried to the limit in his mother's seething pussy, touching depths inside which no penis had ever been able to previously reach.
Keith stared down at his mother's passion-contorted face, looking at the fullness of her nakedly heaving breasts as she continued to convulse beneath him, her mouth wide open, gasps of pure delight oozing from within her.
"Ahhhhhhhh . . . yesssss . . . s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o . .. goooooooood.. . mmmmm ... I love it... I love it... I love it... my darling. . . my lover.. .my real man. . . my protector ... my sweetheart . . . so ... uuu uun-nnn nhhhhh . .. goo oooooddd . . ." she softly moaned while her never-ending flow of womanly juices mixed and blended with her son's blank semen, filling her hot cunt to overflowing, puddling out around his shrinking cock, the fluids catching in both their pelvic thatches, matting the curls together into painful little knots, as if by entwining their pubic hairs it would seal the vow of love they had made for one another. They were man and woman in a more complete sense than any other man and woman on earth at that moment, coming together, loving together, re-born, not as mother and son, but as lover and lover.
After a seeming eternity, Ellen's body began to relax as she felt her son slowly easing. Both their bodies were, for the moment, sated. So powerful was each orgasm, neither had the desire, at the moment for another; something that would change in the time to come.
Ellen's legs slipped from around Keith's body and fell to the mattress as she lay as if dead. Keith pulled his limp whang from her cunt in time for it to finish shriveling up and withdraw almost into his body. He rolled off his mother, and the two lay side by side, both aware there was no turning back from what they had begun, both aware they didn't want to turn back.