Chapter 4
FILIAL FUCK
"Oh, no..."Lisa moaned. "What have I done to you, what have I done to my precious baby..."
"Hey, Mom ... please don't cry."
"I don't know what possessed me."
"Exactly what possessed me," Timmy quickly cut in, pressing his full length of sweaty nude frame down on hers. "Don't go blaming yourself, Mom," he pleaded, feeling that his cock was still semi-hard within the warmth of her vagina. "It was bound to happen, Mom," he whispered in her ear, his arms still wrapped about her, sensing that their love-juices were joined together within her. "We've always been left together, and Dad doesn't seem to give a damn!"
"I had no right, Timmy-baby, I just don't know what possessed me."
"Please don't cry," he implored, wanting desperately to keep his young equipment buried within the warmth of her vagina. "Please don't cry, Mom...."
"What made me do it. . . " Lisa checked her sobbing, realizing only too well what had made her seduce her son. She knew only too well that the potential was always there, but the fury of that afternoon in Tony Mondor's office had uncorked her inhibitions to the point where she was capable of most anything-even this sordid happening with her own son.
But was it so sordid, she asked herself? Recalling how beautifully Timmy had plunged to and fro, feverishly working that slim young cock of his in and out of her vagina. And all so perfectly in tune with her experienced urging. And that fantastic moment when they had exploded together; how easily she had directed him to frenzy his action at that very specific moment when she was about to orgasm. Together-ever so beautifully together. It had been a long time since she had experienced that perfect moment of togetherness with her husband. But with Timmy, it all seemed so natural.
"No..." she moaned, closing her eyes, trying desperately not to look up into his face. "No ... no ... I had no right...."
"You did, Mom, you did! Can't you understand that-this has been a long time coming! I've sensed it."
"But that doesn't make it right," she wailed, eyes still tightly closed. "They have a name for what we've done-a very ugly name, Timmy, my precious darling."
"I don't care, Mom-I just don't give a damn ... I just know I like being with you this way," he pleaded, feeling new life return to his once-spent cock. "I-I'm not afraid with you."
"Timmy, you've got to get this out of your mind," she implored, opening her eyes to put her message across. "You've got to pretend it didn't happen. It was all just make-believe-a terrible nightmare!"
"No, Mom, it was too beautiful to be a nightmare! It was dream-like, and I'll always want to share this with you," he informed her, his cock once again rock-hard within her vagina.
"Oh, my precious baby," she wailed. "What have I done to you-what have I done to you!"
"You've made me a man, Mom-a real man!" he cried out, bringing his lips down on hers.
"No, Timmy, don't..." she felt the warmth of his lips pressing hers. like a doorbell ringing, she automatically opened her mouth to let his tongue greet and twine hers. Her shuddering groan was her concession speech, and she clawed her fingers up into the flesh of his back, feeling that eager young tongue work wonders within her mouth.
"Now it's my turn to take the lead," he whimpered, totally out of breath. "It's my turn," he repeated, grinding his trim hips upward, preparing to piston his full length of cock deep within her love-slit.
'"Oh, my precious baby--! " Lisa moaned, feeling the young cock so expertly piston in and out of her warm and tingling love-trail. "Oh, darling-darling-darling...." she moaned, each time the head of his cock seemed ready to tear right through her. "Oh, my precious baby..." she wailed, feeling his hands expertly grab at her buttocks, fingers digging into the soft flesh of the crack of her ass.
"'Together, Mom-oh, together, together, together," he instructed her, getting her to gyrate upward each time he worked that slim-jim cock down into the very core of her being. "Oh, forever and ever," he promised, realizing that on the second-time-around he would be able to last much longer than he had the first time. "Oh, let's make it to the moon and back, Mom!"
"Oh, yes, yes, yes..." she conceded with each upward thrust of her body, not giving a damn about that ugly word to describe mother and son together in this, the most intimate of ways.
"Always together like this, Mom," he breathed heavily in her ear, his cock pistoning in and out of her at an unbelievable rate of speed. "Please, please...."
"Oh, yes, yes, yes ... just the two of us ... just the two of us...."
Lisa spiraled upward wanting desperately to believe that it could really be just the two of them, making it beautifully together. Easily, she blocked out the image of her husband and his straight and narrow ways-the boy's father. She gyrated her hips wildly to meet each and every cock-thrust the boy slammed into her, but she could not block out the full view of that seemingly never-ending lifetime she had spent with Tony Mondor that afternoon. Perspiration started running freely down her forehead, her pangs of guilt knifing unmercifully through every bit of her body.
Timmy had her on a pedestal. That was why he could feel no wrong in their unnatural union. But what if Timmy had seen her that afternoon. What if her son had seen her down on her knees, Tony's enormous length of hard cock bobbing in and out of her mouth. Then Timmy would know what she really was.
Exactly what Tony Mondor had repeatedly called her: "Cocksucker! Hey, cocksucker, eat that cock!" Lisa furiously bit her tongue, recalling how it had flicked up and down the crack of that man's ass-hole, the tip of it seemingly in search of his shit.
"Oh, Timmy, I'm no good!" she cried out, "L did wrong-wrong-wrong!"
"No! You could never do wrong! Now together, Mom! Let's make it again together."
"Oh, my precious baby-"
"Please," he begged, pistoning his long reel of hard meat savagely into her, his fingers now clawing within the crack of her ass. "Together again-let's make it flow together! Oh, please, Mom!"
"Yes, son, yes ... " she responded, now blurry-eyed, anxious to please her son in any way she could. "Whatever you want-"
"Make it together!" he implored, his hands telling her to move her body with wanton lust. "I'm coming, Mom, I'm coming!"
"Oh, give it to me!" she roared. "Oh, flood me with come, together, together, together...." together, together, together...."
"Son..." Lisa finally managed to utter, finally able to catch her breath. "Don't hate me-"
"Mom, I don't-"
"Not now or ever, please, Timmy, please ... don't hate me."
"Never, Mom, never," he pledged, carefully drying the tears starting to flow down her cheeks. "Now please stop crying."
"Okay," she finally managed a smile. "It looks like you'll have to take another shower."
"Oh, I hate to break away," he moaned, his now totally spent cock still buried within her vagina. "It feels so warm and cozy."
"Young man, I'm deathly afraid you'll spring back into life," she teased him, playfully pinching him on a buttock. "And you're just too much for me to keep up with. To the shower with you, young man!"
"Hey, Mom, remember when I was a little kid and you used to wash me in the tub? Well, how about soaping me up in the shower-"
"Why you little devil!" she pinched his buttock again.
"Aw, please, Mom," he playfully pouted, suddenly working his mouth downward to clamp his lips about a brownish-hued tip, his hand heaving the lush mound upward.
"Oh, you playful little pup!" she cried out, managing to shut out the frightening aspects of that afternoon. "Go to the shower, young man. I'll give you a real good soaping-one you'll never forget."
"Right on!" the hip teenager sang out, giving both lush mounds a final tug and pull. "And don't be too far behind me," he moaned, letting his spent cock plop noisily out of her love-slit.
"Be off with you!" she playfully smacked his lean behind. Oh, how beautiful. .-she thought, watching him through the opened bathroom door. She smiled, watching him eagerly pull back the shower curtains, his cock and balls bouncing so freely. She watched him testing the water, then eagerly stepping into the full spray. She watched him arch his back, moving his muscular chest into the full current of the water. Oh, how beautiful ... she had a right to him ... she most certainly did. The boy's father ... her husband ... in his own cold way had in reality deserted them both. Together in the same house-and yet so distant. Lisa watched her nude, romping, young Adonis in the shower. They would always be close, ever so close, she convinced herself. She moistened her lips, realizing that she wanted to savor the boy's slim-jim cock and those delightfully low-slung balls.
"Hey, c'mon, Mom! There's a whole bar of soap here! You soap me-and I'll soap you!"
Lisa pushed herself upward from her seated position on the edge of the bed, slowly starting her march toward the opened bathroom door. She suddenly stopped short, amazed at the sight of his iron-hard cock standing at attention as though saluting her. She couldn't believe that any man's cock could spring back to life so quickly after those two fantastic workouts and heavy loads he had erupted deep within her love-trail.
Lisa swayed uneasily as his arms were stretched out to encourage her to join him in the shower. She could not stop running her tongue over her lips, sensing that dry feeling in her throat.
What would Timmy think if she suddenly worked her mouth over that slim piece of hard meat? Would he call her what Tony Mondor had called her: "A cocksucker!"
"Hey, Mom, c'mon! The water's fine!"
Lisa slowly started her nude frame in motion, telling herself that what was destined to happen would happen-she'd play it all by ear. Boldly, she started her journey to her son frolicking under the shower.
That steady ring-she stopped short, as though it was the entire world proclaiming her sin. Blaring out what she had done to her son.
That steady ring.
"It's the telephone, Mom," her son seemed to be explaining. "Let's just ignore it-and it will go away."
"Oh, my gosh!" she cried out, suddenly totally back in the real straight and narrow world imposed upon her, first by her parents-and then by her husband. "Oh, my gosh, what have I done!" she cried out, quickly scooping up her undergarments and skirt, as she raced out of the boy's room.
That steady ring ... why wouldn't it stop? Even in the safety of her own bedroom.
"The phone..." she moaned. "The phone...." She managed to pull herself over to it, edging her body down on the edge of her own bed. Weakly, she picked up the receiver, slowly bringing it up to her ear. "Hello...."
"Hello, Mrs. Pilsner?" the man's voice started in a somewhat thick quality. "Is this Mrs. John Pilsner?"
"Yes, it is." She waited impatiently. "Who is this, please?" Again, she waited, hearing the man's heavy breath over the receiver. "Please tell me who it is-or I'll hang up."
"We just met this afternoon, Mrs. Pilsner, under rather strange circumstances-if you know what I mean?"
"Who is this?" Lisa asked again, her fears mounting. "Please tell me."
"Now don't be alarmed, Mrs. Pilsner," the man's voice continued. "I only want to be your friend."
"I don't understand-"
"Mrs. Pilsner, did you enjoy yourself with Mr. Mondor?"
"Who is this!"
"You were in there with him for quite some time, Mrs. Pilsner. An hour and a half to be exact-from the very moment I left you two together."
"The guard..." Lisa muttered. "But-but why are you calling me?" she asked. "I made restitution for the necklace-"
"I'll bet you did," the voice came through loud and lewd. "I'll just bet you did!"
"I had the necklace charged to my account! I always meant to-I-I just had so many things on my mind that I walked out of die store with it-"
"Hidden in your purse," the man's voice concluded. "But that's neither here nor there, Mrs. Pilsner. You could say that this is a social call. We're not exactly strangers, you know."
"What are you talking about?" Lisa nervously flustered, trying desperately to remember his appearance. She drew a total blank, unable to remember anything beyond that dull gray uniform worn by a middle-aged man. Anyway she vaguely remembered grayish sideburns. "What's your name?" she asked, attempting to brave it out.
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself. My name is Charley Soma. like almost all store guards, I used to be on the police force. In fact, Mrs. Pilsner, my beat was in your neighborhood. At Christmas time your husband would always invite us in for a quick drink-at the kitchen door, of course. Say, your husband is quite an important lawyer in this town, isn't he, Mrs. Pilsner?"
"Yes, he is..." Lisa absently replied, her fears rapidly mounting. She could smell it over the phone-blackmail, of one sort or another.
"Of course, he must be really busy, giving you a lot of free time."
"What are you driving at?"
"And me a widower, living all by myself-"
"I'll call Mr. Mondor! I'll call him in the morning and report you!"
"Well, then I'd have to call your husband," his voice calmly countered. "Wouldn't I, Mrs. Pilsner?"
"Oh, please-"
"I just thought we might hit it off pretty nice together at my place, have a few drinks, together-"
"No, please-"
"Don't be anti-social, I'd like to be your friend. like at my place tomorrow night. How about it?"
"Hey, Mom?" Timmy called out from her bedroom doorway. "What's the matter?"
She looked up, aware that he was now wearing a bathrobe. "Nothing, son, nothing...." She attempted a brave smile.
"Who's that on the phone?" Timmy asked.
"Oh, just a salesman." Slowly she returned the mouthpiece close to her lips. She pulled herself together, speaking directly into the instrument. "Sorry to keep you waiting."
"Well, how about it? Tomorrow night-and I promise I'll never bother you again. Ten-fifteen Arsvalle Drive, apartment three-B. How about it?"
"Yes ... " she replied. "Just the one item-nothing else . . nothing else . . "
"What'd you buy?" Timmy asked, watching her slowly recradle the phone.
Lisa watched her handsome son in the doorway, answering his question totally within herself. Trouble-more trouble.