Chapter 4
"Mother!" Tad cried out. "What are you doing in my room?"
Terry whirled around. She had enough presence of mind to quickly yank up her panty and straighten her skirt. The chair faced the opposite direction, so all Tad could see was the back of her head. By the time he confronted her, she had removed her fingers from her cunt and looked prim and proper. And shocked. The woman stood up and looked at her son with accusing eyes.
Physically, at least outwardly, the boy had turned out well. Blonde, handsome, athletic, a surfer, he radiated good health. But inwardly, what dark and sordid thoughts crowded his mind? Terry wondered.
Finally, she spoke.
"I have every right to enter my own son's bedroom," she said. "I ... I discovered the projector quite by accident."
"And were snoopy enough to run off my film!"
Terry's hand flashed out and caught her son's face with the palm. His cheek grew red.
"Don't you ever talk to your mother in that tone of voice," she snapped. "What you need is a father to give you a good tanning. But until you get one, I'll take charge."
The dominant tone of voice and the woman's bold actions cowed the boy.
"Yes, mother," he whimpered. "I ... I'm sorry. It's-I'm old enough to have some privacy ! "
"Old enough," Terry agreed. "But not mature enough." Tight-lipped, she asked, "Where did you buy that filthy film?"
The boy hesitated. "I didn't buy it," he replied in a hushed tone of voice. "I ... I found it."
Terry waited for him to explain.
"After dad left, I went through the things he gave me. One of them was a film. I rented the projector."
Terry felt her face grow hot. "Your father was a no-good pervert. And I suppose he tried to make you into one."
The boy tried to defend his father. "No, mom. You don't understand. Dad wanted me to have a normal interest in sex. He was afraid, you'd turn me into a queer."
"A queer?" Terry echoed, amazed that her former husband had even been remotely interested in sex. "Why ... he never..." and she hesitated.
"Displayed any interest in sex?" Tad asked. "He told me all about that."
The boy entered the room and sat down on the edge of his bed. Terry turned on the lights. For the first time, she realized her son had matured. Ever since the divorce, she had been too immersed in her own problems to give him much of her time. Meanwhile, he had grown up. Still, a thirteen-year-old boy had no business watching erotic movies.
She said, "You'll give the film back to your father. After that, I don't want you to have any more to do with him. He was a totally inadequate husband, and now I find out he's trying to make a pervert out of my son."
Tad shook his head, violently. "No, mom, he's not. Dad is concerned. And I agree with him. Sex is something that has to be learned early in life. I don't want to grow up with a bunch of hang-ups."
Terry stood up, arms akimbo, eyes flashing. "Nonsense! You're much too young to be involved in a sexual affair!" Looking at her son with narrowed, questioning eyes, she asked, "Have you? I mean, did you...? "
"Have sex, yet?" Tad completed the question for her, unperturbed.
Terry nodded.
"Yes," he said, slowly. "And, mom, I-I loved it. Balling is something that everyone ought to do. It's made a man of me."
Terry sank back onto the chair, her hopes to raise her son to become a clean, decent man dashed. Finally, she gathered up her strength. "I've got a right to know..."
Tad hesitated. Then, he made a decision. "Okay mom, I agree with you up to a point. I'm still living with you, and I don't want to be sneaky or act underhanded as though I was ashamed. I'll be perfectly frank with you.
But," he added, "please ... no scenes. Just accept my love for sex as a perfectly normal and healthy thing."
"Never!" Terry assured him. "But please go on. I must know the name of the person who is corrupting you."
Tad shook his head. "You've got to promise you won't make a scene. Or try to make trouble. I ... I really love the gal. T mean, I respect her and I won't stand for you making her feel like a whore."
Terry bit her lip to keep back her true feelings. As the boy's mother she simply had to know the truth.
"All right," she promised in a small voice. If she knew the extent of her son's involvement, she reasoned, she could prevent similar involvements later on.
"Mrs. Barker," Tad said in a barely audible voice.
"Mrs. Barker?" Terry echoed, incredulously. "The...? "
Her son nodded. "Yes, my history teacher."
Terry groped for words. "But she's..."
"Old enough to be my mother?" Tad asked the question for her. And he quickly answered. "Yes, she is. But she understands me and loves me."
Stunned, Terry finally said, "She isn't old enough to be your mother. She's old enough to be your grandmother. She's got gray hair, and the skin of her face is so wrinkled! What on earth do you see in her?"
"She makes me feel like a man," Tad replied.
"I don't approve," Terry cried out with tears welling up in her eyes. "If you must act like an animal, why not do it with a girl your own age?"
Her son shook his head. "Young cunt doesn't interest me. They're too shallow and immature. Besides, they don't know how to fuck, or make me feel like I was a real man. They're too self-centered."
Terry heard herself ask, "What does she do? How does she make you feel like such a man ? What is there about her that makes you want her so much?"
Without a bit of hesitation or self-consciousness the boy replied. "She reminds me of you. Her figure, the way she walks, the way she talks. Even her eyes. And the way you both fix your hair. Sure, she's older than you. But it's that similarity that makes me get such a hard-on for her."
The woman shook her head. "I don't understand you at all, son. Are you suggesting...? " She couldn't complete the sentence. A sudden realization hit her and made her tremble. Did her one and only son have an incest hang-up?
"Yes," Tad replied. "I guess I've always been a kind of momma's boy. You don't remember, but when I slept with you when I was much younger I used to get a hard-on and jack off after you left the bed. To tell the truth, I've jacked off many times while I was thinking of you in my fantasy."
Terry exploded. "But that's unnatural! Incest is a terrible thing, a loathsome thing, normal people simply don't behave in a way animals do."
Tad sighed. "Animals act in a natural, instinctive way. We humans are the phonies. We have to hide our true feelings behind a bunch of chicken-shit rules. Maybe that's why you and dad didn't make the scene. You were both too damned polite with each other."
For a moment, Terry felt like the juvenile. The boy sounded too mature for his years. This addiction for older women repelled her. She wanted him to grow up and marry a girl his own age. She had to get through to him.
"It's all wrong, son. An older woman's body should repel and not attract you. And this mother-hang-up is sinful. How can I break you of this-this thing?" she asked.
Tad moistened his lips. "One way. It'll either cure me or make me want older cunt. Are you willing to give me the chance to find out?"
Terry stared back at her son. "Are you suggesting...?
"Yes," her son said, simply. "I am. Let me ball you mom. Just once. Maybe I'll find it so terrible and be so guilt-stricken, I'll never do it again. And I promise I'll never look at an older woman again, either."
The woman hesitated.
"What's the matter, mom?" the boy asked. "Afraid? Afraid I'll really like mommy nooky? Afraid I'm right? Afraid I'll find out that there isn't a goddamned thing wrong with a bit of incest if both people are in agreement and love each other?"
Terry shook her head. "No," she replied. "I'm not afraid. Incest is wrong."
"Prove it to me," Tad urged. "Cure me. Have the courage of your convictions."
For reasons she couldn't comprehend, the beating of Terry's heart accelerated. She found difficulty in catching her breath. A drop of moisture worked its way through the cuntal crack and stained the crotch of her panty. Suddenly, she made her decision.
"All right! This once. I'll prove how terrible and disgusting the act of incest really is. And when it's over you must make one promise."
"Anything," Tad replied, unable to contain the growing excitement in his voice. "Anything at all. I'll make any promise for a chance to ball you, mom."
"When we get through and you learn how disgustingly you acted, don't ever bring up the subject again. I want you to forget about sex entirely. When you mature and are ready for marriage, you'll assume your normal duties as a husband and try to make children. The idea of using sex as a pleasure thing is only used by low, vulgar people."
Without a moment's hesitation, Tad replied, "Yes, I agree! Now, let's fuck."
"And please don't use gutter terminology," Terry admonished her son. "Try to be refined and polite about it. If you must refer to the business of two bodies coming in contact, the correct expression is sexual intercourse."
"Sure mom," Tad replied without looking up. As long as she agreed to ball him, nothing else mattered.
Terry watched her son disrobe with more than mere idle curiosity. It had been years since she had seen him in the nude. His shoulders were muscular and his tanned chest tapered into a narrow waist. The firm cheeks of his ass sloped nicely and brightly stood out from his darkly tanned, muscular legs. He had the legs and arms of a surfer.
Despite the fact that he was her own son,-she couldn't help but feel proud at the sight of Tad's erected penis. Pointing upward, the cockhead was almost as large as a man's clenched fist. Stretched tight, the skin glowed in the soft light of the room. The balls looked so soft and touchable, she struggled to restrain an impulse to reach out and squeeze them. And she couldn't help but feel flattered that the boy had already boned up. During the infrequent times she and her husband had engaged in coital relations, she had to work on his penis for hours before anything happened. She had always believed that slow erection was typical of all males. This boy had erected and she hadn't even touched him yet.
"Come on, mom," Tad begged. "Take off your clothes. I've dreamed about your naked body for years. Ever since I started to get hairs around my cock anyway. I can't tell you how many times I've jacked off while I saw your pussy in front of my eyes. In my mind, of course," he quickly added.
Struggling with a welter of confused emotions, Terry slowly started to take off her clothes. She knew it was wrong. Any kind of sex outside of marriage was wrong as far as she was concerned, and to have sexual relations with one's own son was outright sinful! Still, she reminded herself that this was going to be a once-in-a-lifetime act, only. Since she was both father and mother to the boy, she had to teach him right from wrong. If this drastic act would do the trick, she'd have to go along with it. The boy's future was at stake.
The thing to do, she decided, was to get the affair over with as quickly as possible.
"Come on, mom," Tad cried out. "Let's get on with it. You promised. Are you going to back out on me, now?"
"No," Terry said, firmly. "It is wrong to make a promise and then not keep it. But remember your promise."
"Sure, sure," Tad said, quickly. "But hurry on. Jeez, I'll cream my nuts before it's all over."
Again, to her surprise, Terry felt a pleasurable sensation flow through her body. The fact that her son could experience an orgasm by merely looking at her appealed to her feminine vanity. She had never regarded herself as an attractive woman. Her former husband, in fact, had repeatedly told her that she was not attractive at all. His negative attitude had given her complex about her appearance. Appreciation of her looks, even when expressed by her own son, was heavenly. And Tad's praise and admiration made her feel a little less guilty.
"All right," she said, pleasantly. "Here goes," and she proceeded to take off her clothes. Blushing, she dropped her skirt and undid her bra. As she was about to peel down her pantyhose, Tad dropped to his knees and gazed up at his mother with worshipful eyes.
"Please mom," he begged. "Let me. Let me pull down the hose. I-I've always wanted to wait on you hand and foot."
"Sweet," Terry murmured despite the situation of which she thoroughly disapproved. "Go on if that is what pleases you. I think we should get it over with."
Reaching up, Tad slid the palms of both hands under the waist band and peeled the nylon down over the flesh of his mother's hips and legs. Cuntal hairs swam out towards his yes, and he caught his breath. He had always associated womanhood with pubic hair ... the more hair, the greater the woman. Even in his wildest masturbatory fantasies, he didn't visualize such a crop of black cunt hair. The long hairs were thicker than swamp grass. Under them the boy could make out the line of the pussy-trench. The lips were thicker than he had imagined. At the top of the slit the strangest bit of flesh poked out towards him.
Strange, he thought, the thing resembles a miniature male prick.
The flesh was red, and there was a bulge at the tip like a cockhead. This female dick hung down in a semi-state of erection. The pores glistened with moisture. Instinctively, the boy's mouth began to water. An inner voice told him to suck the mother-cock into his mouth.
Tad clamped his lips over his mother's female prick.
The woman's back arched as tautly as a strung bow. "Yeeeowwww," Terry heard herself scream, and the voice sounded as though it came from another woman. But the scream didn't spiral from her throat because she was in pain. To the contrary, the loud, warbling notes sang forth from the throat of a woman enraptured with life.
She started to say, "Don't do that, son."
She didn't. The words stuck in her mouth and nothing but a few sounds managed to gurgle past her lips. The gurgling sounds gave Tad the impression she was encouraging a bolder oral approach to her cunt.
On his knees, Tad looked up, "Okay mom, I'll suck your cunt. Don't worry, I know how to do it."
Without hesitation or timidity, the precocious youngster permitted his tongue to trail wetly all the way down the wide-open box of pussy. Hairs bit into his facial tissues, his eyes and nostrils. But the sharp edges of the pubic endowment only stung him into more and faster brazen tongue activity.
Terry's knees weakened and for a moment she thought they'd collapse under her. In all her years of marriage, her husband had never displayed such ardor, such know-how. For a moment, her curved fingers hesitated, and then they grasped her son's head and shoved it closer to the sweating box.
"Suck me," she rasped. "Drill that tongue up your mom's cunt and eat." Squeezing her eyes as tight as possible, she murmured. "Jeezis but that feels good. Never had my cunt feel so good before."
Tad was too busy to pay any attention to his mother's words of encouragement. Sliding the palms of both hands over her curved ass he drilled one finger roughly up his mom's ass-hole and proceeded to finger-fuck the brown, wrinkled ass-hole. This series of forceful movements smashed the moistening pussy harder against his face. The cuntal lips flew wider apart and the clitoris grew harder. Tad concentrated his oral attentions on both the momma-dick and the valley with all its soft, oystery meat. His tongue darted out to tantalize the clit and then drop into the trench to suck with noisy, smacking sounds. Moisture welled through the crevice and splashed over his face.
"Hmmmnnnn," he said, looking up at his mother. "Your cunt tastes sweet mom. Just like eating dessert."
"Don't stop," she managed to say. "Keep it up. More, harder, faster. Eat me. Goddammit, stop talking and eat my cunt!"
Terry had lost an impending orgasm by the abrupt withdrawal of tongue from cunt. To make certain there would be no more such interruptions, she seized the nape of her son's neck and shoved his active face forward. Clamping the center of her box in his mouth, she issued her order. "Suck me off. And don't stop until I've exploded my cunt good and proper!"
"Yes momma," Tad said, obediently. With his finger still immersed up his mother's anus, the boy stuck out his tongue as far as possible. Tightening the tongue muscles to make it a narrow spear, he took cool and deliberate aim and thrust it forward.
"Ohmygawd!" Terry screeched as she felt her son's tongue penetrate into the deep recesses of her cunt.
Her knees did buckle and she squatted heavily over Tad's face. The soft but firm cheeks of his mother's ass didn't bother the boy at all or impede his oral manipulations. They simulated him into a greater flurry of mouth action. like an electric eel during the mating season, the tongue wriggled frantically in and out of the hot pussy, up and down and even under to seek out the soft, faintly aromatic taste of ass-hole.
Something inside of Terry burst like a dam. Fluids began to spring forward from every organ on her body. And all of the inner streams made their way towards the exit through the cleft of her cunt. like rivers in flood, the streams raged forward. All the while Terry kept banging her box against her son's mouth in a series of wild, copulatory movements. Suddenly, the various, streams within her body converged at the exit hole and geysered through in one powerful flow.
Looking down, the mazed and bulge-eyed woman saw a stream of cum spray through her sex hole as though she was taking a piss.
The ejaculation was all too brief.
Her tensions and frustrations flowed out of her body along with the sex spray. When it was all over, the woman stepped back and looked down at her kneeling son with shining, enraptured eyes. There was no point in trying to fool herself any longer.
"I've never felt happier," she said simply.
Tad stood up, his eyes still filled with adoration for his mother. Wiping the back of one hand over his drenched lips, he asked, "Can I fuck you now, mom?"
"Of course," Terry said. "How do you want your mother-fuck, darling?"
Still licking off his lips, Tad replied, "You on top of me, mom. I..."
"Want to be dominated by a stronger, older woman," she supplied the words for him. "Of course, sweetheart. That's only natural for a boy your age."
The mouth job had somehow removed a mental block. Terry saw things so clearly now. For the first time in a very long while, she felt she understood herself, her desires, her goals, and most important ... sex. She no longer dreaded sex or thought it a filthy, vulgar act. It all seemed so natural, regardless where that sex came from. The fact that her own son had sucked her cunt made no difference at all. All that mattered was the chemistry between the partners.
"You understand," Tad said, simply.
Terry nodded at his bed. "Get on your back, son," she ordered. "You've still got a hard-on. Keep it that way until your mother shoves it up her pussy hole."
"Yes momma," Tad replied, obediently. To be thoroughly dominated by a strong female was precisely what he craved and needed.
Stretching out on the bed, Tad eyed his cockhead and it stared straight back at him. During his affair with the school teacher, he had always managed to get a very decent-sized bone on. The way his cock was reacting at the moment surprised even himself.
The eye in the center of the head kept blinking like the mouth of a beached fish. The tissues beneath the fist-sized head vibrated unceasingly. His balls felt heavy as though containing a couple gallons of cream. His mother was exciting his prick to a far greater extent than any other woman, even the females in his masturbatory fantasies.
Terry looked down at her supine son with a certain amount of satisfaction. There wasn't any doubt that he'd grow up to become a real man. She could almost laugh at her former husband's fears that Tad would go queer. Very few grown men loved cunt better than her very virile son. The fact that he wanted to be dominated by a female meant nothing as far as his manhood was concerned. It was simply an adorable trait, and one she could take advantage of at the moment for her own enjoyment.
Mounting the bed, Terry straddled the naked body of her son and poised her opened cunt-hole over the cockhead. She sank slowly downward. To make certain she didn't waste anytime, the woman took hold of the missile-like jock and guided it between the wet lips. Once the head barged past the outer doors, she let her body sink heavily down until the cheeks of her ass bounced against his thighs.
"Oh mommmm," the boy squealed. '"Your pussy feels so good. So soft, so warm, so, so...
"Shut up," Terry commanded. "Relax and enjoy the fuck. I'm going to ride you. You don't have to do a thing but blow. I want to feel all that hot, creamy stuff as deep into my box as possible. So when you feel you're about to let loose, go, boy, go. Don't hold back a drop." Feeling deliciously sinful at the moment, she added. "Don't hold back one, single, fucking drop."
"Noooo," Tad promised. He was about to make a few more promises about his intentions but his words were caught and held in his mouth as the woman started the ride.
At first, she raised her haunches only a fraction of an inch and then let her body fall. Each upward movement of her ass raised the cunt higher on the pole. Finally, the lips nibbled the cockhead, and the entire fleshy shaft was almost clear. It remained clear for only a moment, though. The next thing Tad knew, his mother's cunt was hurtling down again with such force that he grunted audibly when her buttocks came crashing down on top of his body again. Mother and son grunted in unison.
"Hold on," Terry yelled as her ass sprang up and down the pole. "Mother is going to give you the ride of your life!"
"Yeah," Tad managed to say with each shuddering impact of female flesh against his body.
He couldn't remain still, though. Watching his mother's tits jiggle up and down and feeling the rubbery flesh of her ass jelly back and forth against his thighs created enough heat to make him feverish. Grabbing hold of her moving buttocks, he thrust his body upward as mother's body came crashing downward. And when she pulled up, he sank down, grinding the cheeks of his ass into the bed sheets.
Tad's eyes grew rounder and rounder until he felt certain his entire face consisted of nothing else but huge, staring eyeballs. Flushed and excited he tried to warn his mother of the approaching orgasm. The youthful juices within his testicles quickly reached the temperature of the blow-out.
Terry felt the heat of his cock and knew the temperature of her vaginal well was rising at a dramatic rate. Relaxing as much as possible under the circumstances, Terry let the pores of her cunt open to their fullest extent. With her knees still flexing in her position of semi-squat, she knew the gates of her own cunt were going to fling wide open and issue forth a torrential gusher.
Clutching both of her tits while she pumped, the woman felt she had entered an orbit that carried her around the roof of the world. She tried to make sounds; not even a whisper of a sound could come out. Every ounce of her energy was concentrated on the business at hand ... the act of fucking her own son.
Tad found his voice. "I'm going to..."
"Me too," his mother replied.
She squatted in a frozen position while the juices of love issued out of their respective bodies. Sonly cock cream and motherly cunt juice intermingled and flowed back down the rubbering pole of cock and over the agitated balls. The last bit of starchy cream left the dick and flowed over the limp instrument.
Terry toppled off the body of her son and crumpled up on the bed alongside of him. Her mind was far from numb, though. For many years during her marriage, she was thinking, her prick of a husband had robbed her of true sexual expression. The man had been completely inadequate and had made her believe that sex was a boring, dull bit of business that a woman had to endure instead of appreciate and take pleasure in. She'd waste no more of her life avoiding sex, she firmly resolved.
Tad grew a bit alarmed at his mother's silence.
"Did I do all right, mom?" he finally asked.
Terry swept her son into her arms. "Of course, darling," she assured him. "You're all man. More of a man than your father. You did just fine. And the more you fuck your mother, the better you'll become."
"Oh thank you, mom," Tad replied, happily. "I want you to be happy."
"I intend to be," the woman quickly replied as she thought of the new life that awaited her as a sexually aroused woman.