Chapter 1
"Aw c'mon, Mom! Give me a break! I didn't go outside at all today!"
"I'm sorry, Gary," Lucy said sympathetically. The blonde, voluptuous thirty-six-year-old woman raised her hand and again rapped lightly on her son's bedroom door. "you know what the doctor said. If you don't bathe at least twice a day the infection might recur. The you'll be home sick for another two weeks, and I'm sure you don't want that." Lucy smiled and repeated the knock. "Come on, son. The tub is probably just about full now."
There was a muffled obscenity on the other side of the door. Then Lucy heard the bed creaking, and she knew her son was putting on his bathrobe. Smiling, she leaned against the hallway wall and waited. Her son opened the door a moment later.
"Okay, Okay," Garry muttered. He looked at Lucy almost peevishly, drew the sash of the terrycloth robe tightly about his waist and walked down the hall towards the bathroom. "I just wished that such a fiend about cleanliness, for Christ's sake."
"I'm sorry, son," Lucy muttered. She shook her head affectionately and followed her son down the hall. Just looking at him made something swell in her heart. He was such a handsome boy, tall and with an athletic build; with his mussed brown hair, freckles and forever curious expression he looked like a latter-day version of Tom Sawyer. And only seventeen years old! Lucy sighed and flushed with motherly pride and affection. It wasn't just his good looks, she knew; she would have loved him as much no matter what appearance was. It was because he was her son.
"Jesus is it hot in here," Garry muttered. He opened the bathroom door and waved his arms back and forth, as if to dispel the steam that floated above the bathtub.
"It's suppose to be hot. Nice and steamy, Garry; just like the doctor said." Lucy smiled lovingly into her son's eyes. Then she snapped her fingers and gestured towards his robes." Now off with that thing. Let's get down to business."
At the prospect of exposing his nakedness to his mother's eyes Garry became suddenly embarrassed. Blushing, he averted his eyes and stared into the steam.
"I could do this myself for once, you know," he murmured, "I'm not all that sick anymore."
Lucy smiled and shook her head. "How Garry; you know what the doctor said just as well as I do. You're not supposed to expend your energy any more than necessary."
"Yeah, but," Garry shrugged and shook his head. "It's just ... you know ... I hardly feel sick at all."
"Gary," Lucy said warningly. She narrowed her eyes an looked at her son crossly. It was difficult; it was always difficult to angry with her son. "Take off the bathrobe."
"Oh Jeez! All right," Gary replied. He sighed and undid the sash of the robe. "It's just kind of embarrassing, if you know what I mean."
Lucy remained silent. Garry slid the bathrobe over his muscular shoulders and let it fall to the floor. In the hazy light of the steam-filled bathroom his lean, athletic build gleamed like a statue of Apollo. Lucy couldn't help noticing the thick growth of hair across his chest, and how perfectly, provocatively formed his buttocks were. A thick knot formed in her throat, and she had to repress a sigh. Her son, she thought adoringly; someday he's make some deserving woman very, very happy.
"Christ is this hot," Gary murmured. He touched his toe to the surface of the bathwater and winced. Then he climbed into tub and stretched out his back, letting the steaming water come up his chin. "Okay; I'm ready."
"That's a good boy, darling," Lucy said happily. She picked up the bar of soap and the washrag from the sink. Then she knelt on the throw rug next to the bathtub and prepared to soap her son's naked body. "Now, remember what the doctor said; you're supposed to relax as much as possible. Let me do all the work, Garry. Remember, you're supposed to be recuperating."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Gary murmured. He sighed and settled further into the tub. "Whatever the doctor says."
"That's a good boy," Lucy murmured approvingly. She squirmed next to the tub to put herself in good position for the washing. Beneath the lacy, feminine fabric of her house robe the full globes of her ample breasts swayed heavily back and forth. She could feel the stretching along the sides of her rib cage, and the protuberant buds of her nipples distending stiffly with the sensation. She winced. Her breasts were so big that the weight of them hurt her lower back; she'd have to start wearing a brassiere more often, even around the house. Lucy sighed and pushed the rag and soap bar under the water to moisten them. She rubbed the bar into the rag to her son's body and lightly began to soap the firm, muscular flesh of his upper chest.
"Now," Lucy said in a doting, maternal tone of voice. " I want you to tell me all about how you've felt today, Gary. Remember, the doctor wants a complete report."
Gary shrugged and sighed. " Aw, I feel fine, like I said. My temperatures normal and I was restless all day. Reading in bed's a big pain. I'll bet I can go back to school in a couple of days."
Lucy smiled and moved the washrag up to her son's shoulder caps. "Well from what you say I'll bet you can too, Garry," she said. She raised her eyes and looked at him mischievously. "And I'll bet you'll be glad to go back too, in spite of all you say about the missing your free time and school being a bore."
"I guess so," Gary said noncommittally.
"I'll bet you miss your girlfriend, Terri," Lucy added. She moved the washrag down his shoulders and gently sudsed his long, muscled biceps. "Why, it's been a whole week since the two of you have been together, hasn't it?"
Garry averted his eyes and fidgeted nervously in the tub. "Terri and I broke up."
Lucy let the rag fall into the water and stared at her son in surprise.
"Why Garry! Nobody told me! Now when did this happen?"
"About a week ago." Garry sighed and folded his arms behind his head. "That's why you haven't seen her, I guess."
Lucy stared at her son a moment longer. Then she retrieved the rag and rubbed it soothingly over his lower chest, making his small male nipples stiffen with the sensation.
"Do you mind telling me what it was about?" she asked softly.
Garry said nothing.
"You really ought to tell me, so," Lucy added coaxingly. "I am your mother."
"Ohhhh," Garry moaned. He blushed slightly and stared in exasperation at the ceiling. "We had a big fight - it's really stupid, actually - cause she wouldn't let me - you know - got to bed with her or anything."
"She wouldn't?' Lucy lifted her head and studied her son quizzically. "Why, I thought all girls had sexual relations these days, Garry. At lest that's what I've read. I don't really know myself, of course and women's liberation, I thought the girls could do whatever they liked."
"Oh, horseshit." Gary muttered.
"Please don't swear, darling."
"Well, they won't got o bed with me, at any rate!" Garry laughed.
Lucy dropped the rag into the water and looked at her son meaningfully.
Something in the back of her mind told her that she was treading on forbidden ground, but she loved her son far too much to mind her own business.
"Gary," Lucy asked gently. "Do you mean to tell me that you've never had sexual relations with a girl?"
Garry eyes widened, and swiveled his head towards his mother in surprise. A deep blush of embarrassment colored his cheeks. Gary averted his eyes and stared shamefully in the bath water.
"Answer my question, darling," Lucy coaxed.
"No," Gary muttered.
"You mean you're a virgin then."
"Yeah."
Lucy sat up next to the tub and stared silently at her son's humiliated, youthful expression. She shook her head and sighed heavily.
"That isn't healthy, Garry," she said softly. "A handsome seventeen year old boy like you should be having sex with lots of girls .You need a sexual outlet, son."
"Do you try to have sex with girls?" Lucy prodded.
"Yeah," Gary replied "And they won't let you. Is that it?"
"Yeah."
"Do you have any idea why not?" Lucy asked gently.
"Because I'm too fucking ugly, that's why!" Garry exclaimed suddenly.
Lucy leaned away from the tub and stared at her son in wide-eyed bewilderment. His expression had changed completely. Now he looked almost as if he were about to cry; Lucy could see the moistness under his eyelids, the redness in his cheeks and the miserable line of his lips.
"Garry!" Lucy exclaimed.
"I'm sorry!" Garry shouted. He buried his head in his hands and leaned against the wall at the far side of the tub. "I know. I shouldn't swear! I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry about everything!"
For several seconds Lucy simply stared at her son in stupefaction. Then she felt herself overwhelmed by a motherly, loving need to comfort him. Before she knew what she was doing Lucy leaned far over the tub, oblivious to the fact that her sash of her housecoat fell in the water. She wrapped her slender arms tightly around her son's neck and pulled him close to her voluptuous bosom. Her moist full lips touched his ear lobe, then his chin and the redness of his cheek. Lucy pressed her lips tightly into Garry's and kissed him hotly, painfully conscious of the way her heart pounded with maternal concern and adoration.
"Oh Garry, you're not ugly, you're not ugly, you're not ugly at all!" Lucy cried. She kissed her son hard on the lips and then moved her lips frantically from his nose to his dimpled chin to both his cheeks, like an animal trying to lick clean the wounds of another. "I don't ever want to hear you say that about yourself, ever again! Do you hear me? You're my son, darling, and I'd never lie to lie to you. You're a very, very beautiful young man!"
Garry said nothing. Instead he only blushed that much more deeply and stared into the bathwater, as if it held the answer to all his problems. After a while Lucy reluctantly disengaged herself from the embrace. For a moment she simply knelt next to the side of the tub, staring at Garry and smiling happily. Her mind reeled with a thousand thoughts of him, all the secret memories she had stored deep down inside since his childhood; at the moment she was sure she loved him as much as ever in either of their lives. Lucy sighed and shook her head characteristically. Then she picked up the wash rag and silently resumed the soaping of his body. She finished his chest and moved the rag down to his stomach, pressing the dripping terrycloth fabric into the indentation of his navel and scrubbing in light circles around it. Lucy smiled and glanced down her son's body, looking towards his thighs and his genitals; she would have to wash them next. Then her breath caught in throat, and for the first time she dropped the washrag without having intended to.
Garry's penis was rapidly swelling into erection. Lucy's eyes widened enormously, and in spite of herself she stared blatantly at the thickness of his male organ. Ordinarily Garry had a very nice, well endowed cock. Lucy has seen it many times, particularly during the last week when she had had to wash him twice every day, and she had secretly learned to appreciate his male endowment; it was just one of many things about him that would extremely happy. But every time she had seen it before, it had been completely flaccid, hanging limply between his thighs, obviously in an un-aroused state. Now his penis was obviously not flaccid at all. It was still nor completely hard, but it was apparently growing into full tumescence. Lucy gasped lightly and stared at it. Her son obviously had an exceptionally long, thick member The underside of it was turned to her; she could see the swollen bloated pinkness of his genital flesh, and the welter of blue veins that stood along the surface. The head of his prick was spongy and protuberant. As looked at it twitched and bobbed luridly before her eyes, moving form his upper thighs to navel as the length his bloated organ swelled quickly with complete load blood.
"I'm sorry, Mom," Garry murmured "Oh God, please; I'm really sorry."
Lucy pulled her eyes away for the stiffening length of her son's prick and looked at his face. Garry was obviously aware of what she had been looking at. His were flushed crimson with humiliation, and he again looked as if he was about to cry. His expression was helpless and pleading and utterly alone, like a lost little boy: He managed to hold his mother's eyes for only a second. Then he averted his gaze and stared miserably in the water.
For a moment Lucy didn't know what to say. She felt quite embarrassed herself. The sight of her son's blood engorged member did arouse her, and she felt guilty about the excitement of her incestuous desires. But she knew that her son was apparently much humiliated by the experience than she was, and she felt a tremendous need to comfort him in any way she could.
"Oh Garry," Lucy sighed. She assumed her most forgiving, maternal expression and stared lovingly in his eyes. "You mustn't be embarrassed, darling. Sexual needs are perfect natural." Lucy lifted her hand and soothingly caressed her son's shoulder. "You're only a seventeen year old boy, a teenager. Teenage boys are very easily excited. Why, I remember when I was a girl; teenage boys were just the same way then. It's perfectly natural for you to be excited, Garry. Gary. You shouldn't be embarrassed by it all."
"Yeah, yeah," Garry said. He lifted his head and stared painfully at the ceiling. "I know that, but ...oh Mom ... oh Christ ..." The discussion of his sexuality was evidently more than Garry could stand. He groaned heavily and buried his head in his hands.
Lucy hesitated and studied her son's expression as carefully as she could, trying to understand what was bothering him so much. When she spoke again her voice was quiet and understanding as she could make it; "Garry," she said, "does it bother you that you became aroused while I was embracing you, your mother?"
Garry nodded his head and kept his face buried in his hands.
All the air seemed to leave Lucy's lungs at once. She pressed her fingers demurely against her lips, momentarily suppressing a laugh.
"Oh Garry, that's so ridiculous!" Lucy exclaimed delightedly. "I've already told you, darling, your excitement is perfectly natural. You shouldn't be embarrassed because I'm your mother! I understand, darling; you should never feel embarrassed in front of me about anything. You're a growing young boy. Maybe I'd be worried if you didn't get an erection."
Garry lowered his hands and stared into his mother's eyes. He was only able to look at her for moment., but in that second his expression was so helplessly grateful for her understanding that Lucy felt moved almost to tears. Her heart pounded wildly in her bosom, and she felt her cheeks flushing with loving adoration.
"Oh, darling!" Lucy cried. Without knowing what she was doing she again leaned across the tub and embraced her son hotly. Her moist full lips laved wetly against his; Garry month opened, and Lucy instinctively thrust her tongue against his.
"There, you see!" Lucy exclaimed. She kept her arms folded around Garry's neck and giggled softly, hoping that she would be able to make him laugh. "I'll kiss you just as often as I want to, son, and there's nobody who can stop me! Why I love you too much to stop even if I wanted to!"
Garry said nothing in response. Instead he lowered his eyes and continued to stare at the bathwater. His expression was extremely strange. His eyes were both subdued and excited; his lips were curled in a look as if he was overwhelmed by so many emotions at the same time that none of them could be clearly expressed in his face.
"Garry! What is it?" Lucy narrowed her eyes and worriedly studied her son's face. Then she swiveled her head slightly and stared down his body. Immediately her eyes widened to the size of golf balls, and a deep gasp emanated from her throat. "Oh son," she sighed breathlessly.
Garry's penis was now as hard as a rock. The long thick trunk stood out of the bath water like a length of iron pipe, throbbing stiffly straight up in the air. The upperside of his cock was now turned to her, and Lucy could see how hard his organ really was. The blue veins stood out luridly for the hardened pink flesh, like the exhaust pipes of racing car. The mushroom-shaped head was swollen and bloated with its engorgement of blood; even as Lucy stared a it, it twitched and bobbed spasmodically, and she could see thin trail of translucent seminal drippings emerging from his cum slit.
"Awww, Mom, I'm sorry." Garry murmured. He pressed his palms against his face and shuddered convulsively; for the first time Lucy heard him sobbing. "Aw, shit, I just fucking can't help it! I don't want to but I can't help it, I fucking can't! I get so fucking horny, awww, Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Oh God ..."
It took Lucy a moment before she could recover enough to answer him. She knew her son was in mental anguish, and she desperately wanted to comfort him. But for several seconds all she could do was stare at the throbbing stiffness of his meaty erection. As she did so her eyes widened enormously, and she gulped reflexively. It was simply huge, at least eight inches long and equally thick. And it was so incredibly, impossibly stiff. The thick stalk of his swollen member stood out of the water like a baseball bat, like heavy wooden club' its blue-veined stiffness actually shivered with every pulsation of blood through it, like a taut archer's bow. Lucy licked her lips and gulped again. This was beginning to make her extremely excited. Beneath her housecoat she could feel naked, curvaceous body tingling with her wanton arousal; the pouting lips of her pussy were moist and swollen with horniness, and she could sense the pungent wetness of juices flowing profusely through her loins.
"Awwwwww, God, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." Garry repeated incessantly. He was obviously crying helplessly now; over his fingers, his forehead was crimson with shame, and his whole body shook convulsively in the bathtub. "Just forgive me, Mom, oh, Mom, oh please! I can't help it, I swear I can't help it at all."
"This isn't healthy, son." Lucy murmured softly. She tried to lift her eyes to her son's face, but continued instead to stare at the stiffened length of his penis. "Its one thing to be aroused easily, but it's another to be .. like this. It isn't healthy to repress your desires so much. You need ... you need to have some sort of outlet. I know it would be better with a girl, but at least you should masturbate."
"I do fucking masturbate!" Garry cried. He removed his hands from his face and stared at his mother pleadingly. Hs expression was masked of frustration and misery. "I masturbate all the fucking time! I'm telling you that it doesn't do any fucking good! Least goddamn thing happens to me, any thing at all and I get another fucking hard-on! I can't help it, I swear ... oh Christ!"
"Then you need to be with a woman, Garry," Lucy said vaguely. She tried to pull her eyes forcibly to her son's face, but simply couldn't stop staring at the swollen thickness of his erection. Her own sense of arousal had grown much more ravenous; her nipples were distended stiffly beneath the robe, and the hair-fringed lips of her cunt literally pulsed with her raging genital heat. "This is very unhealthy. You're going to congest your testicles this way ... with too much sperm, You have to start having sex, son, the sooner the better."
What the fuck am I supposed to do!? Rape somebody!" Garry lifted his head and looked at his mother with shameful helplessness. "I tell you they won't go to bed with me! I ask 'em to but they won't, they won't fuck me at all! Awwwww, Mom ... oh Jesus!" Garry pressed his palms against his face and clawed his cheek with his fingers. The he simply cried, letting his miserable tears drip into the bathwater.
"Oh Garry," Lucy sighed.
Garry didn't answer. Instead he cried that much louder, now it took as if he would be unable to stop. Lucy stared at him and bit her lip, feeling a much pain as he did. The she closed her eyes and tried to think. The decision she faced with was very simple, and she already knew there was only one possible.
Secretly she always wanted to have intercourse with her son. The desire had been present in her ever since his birth, since she saw his penis and realized that she'd had a boy. It is true that Lucy was an extremely horny woman. She recognized that in herself, and sometimes when she became aroused by the sight of her son's lean, muscular body it embarrassed her terribly. But deep down inside she also knew that her incestuous passion was basically only another expression of her love for only child. Garry was a sensitive, intelligent boy, not like the others brutes in the neighborhood. Lucy in a way wasn't surprised by the news that he was still a virgin at the age of seventeen. The girls in the neighborhood were brutes to; a first sexual experience with one of them might do him terrible damage. No; Garry needed tenderness and understanding, the special gentleness only a mother could give him. Lucy had always known that, but out of a sense of conventional morality she had restrained the force of her incestuous desires.
But for her son's sake she could longer afford to restrain them now. Lucy bit her lip and shuddered, painfully conscious of the enormity of her decision. Then she lifted her hand and moved it across the bathwater. Her fingers touched the blue-veined stiffness of son's bloated organ; she could feel its pink hardness throbbing against her hand now, its meaty thickness against own flesh. A convulsive shudder ran the length of Lucy's body. The heat of ravenous passion pervaded her entire body now, moistening the fleecy curls of her pubic vee and making the inner walls of vagina throb spasmodically with the need for copulation. Lucy signed and opened her hand. She wrapped her fingers around the meaty thickness of his erection and closed her hand around the center of his throbbing dick. Then she squeezed the flesh with a loving, insistent pressure.