Chapter 2
"Mom! Oh my God!" Garry cried. He gasped transfixed and stared at the spectacle of his mother's fingers encircling the pulsating stalk of his engorged member. "Mom, you can't ... Jesus, what are you doing?"
"You need a sexual release, son," Lucy replied calmly. She smiled and began to stroke her hand lovingly up and down the length of Garry's dick, sighing as felt her son's blue-veined stiffness throbbing against her palm. "Repressing it is bad for you. You might do damage to your system. You need a woman very, very badly, and I guess I'm just the only one around."
"Yeah, but ... Jesus Christ!" Garry gasped. He grimaced and pushed his hands tentatively against Lucy's shoulders. "No, you can't do that! Mom, for Christ's sake, cut it out!"
"I'm going to do it, Garry," Lucy said gently. She turned her shoulders away from him and leaned over the side of the bathtub. Then she began to stroke his erected penis much more intently, doing everything she could to arouse him past the point of control. Immediately the stalk of engorged member grew even stiffer in her hand, so much so that it literally pulsated wantonly in her grip. Lucy smiled secretively and continued to stroke him, sliding her fingers repeatedly over the hardened pinkness of his dick. She was thirty-six years old and she'd already been married. Experience was the best teacher. Lucy knew what turned men on, the way they liked to have their pricks handled, and she especially knew the desire of her own son: "Oh, Mom," Garry groaned.
"Relax, darling; just relax," Lucy said soothingly. She smiled maternally down at his blood-engorged organ and stroked it in long, steady movements, making the bathwater splash lewdly against the sides of the tub. "You need a sexual release, and I'm going to give it to you. I want to help you, son. Now just let me do all the work for both of us."
"Oh, Mom ... oh Christ," Garry muttered. He raised his hands and made a last tentative motion to push his mother away from him. Then the ravenous sensations of his arousal evidently became more than he could resist. Garry grimaced and bared his teeth, flaring his nostrils with animal excitement. His hands gradually fell from Lucy's shoulders back into the tub. Then a heavy sigh emanated from his lips and he relaxed dreamily into the water, relinquishing himself to the depraved pleasures of incestuous gratification. "Oh, Mom," he repeated. His cheeks flushed with desire, and his lips curled into a luridly happy smile. "Oh Mom ... oh, God ... oh, Jesus, Jesus ... oh, Goooooddd ..."
"That's right, darling, that's right," Lucy murmured. She studied her son's helplessly transfixed expression and giggled lightly. He was still such a boy, she thought lovingly. Teenage boys were like that; they were so excitable; they were like animals in a way, horny day and night. Lucy smiled and returned her attentions completely to the meaty thickness of Garry's erection. The crown of his member was swollen to adder-like proportions, throbbing lewdly over her rapidly moving hand. Lucy readjusted her grip around the stalk of his organ so that her thumb would give him much more pleasure. Then she dropped her free hand into the water between his thighs. Her fingers found the hairy sac of his testicles. The orbs of his balls were bloated and congested with their engorgement of sperm, drawn up tightly along the underside of his member; Lucy knew it would not be long before her son had his orgasm. Smiling, she clasped her hand around his testicles and squeezed them gently as she continued to stroke his aching cock.
"Unggghhhh!" Garry groaned. He winced and shook his head against the sides of the bathtub, as if barely able to stand the force of his gutteral arousal. "Oh, Mom ... oh, fuck, that's so good ... unggghhhhh! Unh ... ung ... unh unh unggggghhhhh!"
"Do you like that, darling?" Lucy asked. She studied her son's agonized expression and giggled salaciously. "Maybe you'd like to do it a little harder." Lucy tightened the grip of her hand around her son's swollen member. Then she began to masturbate him in short, urgent movements of her elbow, as if forcibly milking the creamy white fluid out of the orbs of his bloated balls. Immediately Garry's grimace intensified, and as his cock throbbed spasmodically in his mother's hand, he writhed helplessly in the bathwater.
"Unggghhhh, Jesus, Jesus Christ!" he grunted. Garry grimaced and his hand on top Lucy's knuckles, as if encouraging her stroke his bloated organ that much harder. "Unhh, unhh, unhhh ... harder, Mom do it harder, I'm gonna cum!"
"You go right ahead, Garry," Lucy murmured. She smiled and bent a little further over the tub, concentrating more fully on the frantic movements of her hand over his blood-engorged member. "Go ahead and cum, darlin, it's good for you. You can do absolutely anything you like."
"Ungghhh, unggghhh, unggghhhhh . . " Garry grunted. His expression contorted in an agonized expression of sexual desire. Then the swollen shaft of his prick stiffened to absolute stiffness in Lucy's masturbating hand, throbbing and heating furiously against her palm. "Awwwww, Mom ... cumming, ungghh, God, I'm cumming ... ungghh, ungggh-hh, ungggghhhhhh!"
Suddenly an enormous gusher of mil-white seminal fluid spurted from Garry's twitching cum slit. It was easily the most profuse release of sperm Lucy had ever seen. The first spasm spurted almost two feet in the air, jetting out of his naked chest and plopping luridly on his naked chest and shoulders and neck. Lucy gasped and continued to tug her hand along the blue-veined stiffness of his throbbing dick, sperm out of his bloated testicles. The spurts kept coming, again and again and again. Finally the creamy semen simply oozed from his spongy cockhead, dripping lewdly down the backs of Lucy's fingers and moistening his tawny public hair with cum.
"Oh, Garry, oh my God!" Lucy gasped. She widened her eyes and stared disbelievingly at the profusion of her son's semen. It covered his chest completely, like a river running from his neck to his loins. Lucy could see droplets of his sperm on the sides of the bathtub and the tiled wall behind them. Oh Garry," Lucy repeated. She shook her head and studied the length of his still throbbing erection encased in her fingers. "Garry, my god I no idea you were so ... excited!"
Garry said nothing. Instead he simply closed his eyes, folded his arms across his forehead and settled into the bathwater. From experience Lucy knew he was too overwhelmed by the intensity of their first incestuous contact to be thinking of anything.
"Honestly, Garry, I can't see why you should have any trouble getting a girl," Lucy murmured distractedly. She stared at the swollen thickness of her son's organ in her fist and shook her head repeatedly back and forth. For moment she did not feel so much like his mother as like any red-blooded young woman, in complete awe of a teenage boy's unexpected male prowess. "I mean, your cock," Lucy continued. "It's so big and thick, and it gets so hard. And the way you just had your orgasm. I mean, seriously; I'd think any girl your age would be simply delighted."
"Ohhhhhh," Garry moaned. "Ohhhh, god ... oh did that feel good."
"Well I would imagine it would," Lucy said. "Keeping so much sexual fluid stored inside your testicles; it's simply unbelievable. Honestly, if I'd known about this before I would have had to do something about it much sooner. Repressing your desire is very bad for your health, son. Everybody needs an outlet, especially a teenager your age."
Garry remained silent. Lucy shrugged her shoulders and glanced back to the blue-veined stiffness of his engorged organ. Instantly her throat thickened, and she felt her cheeks flushing with color. Garry's cock was still hard! It was not as rock-hard and rampant as it had been before his orgasm, but it was still obviously swollen with blood in a state of arousal. Lucy could still see the blue veins standing out its bloated pink surface, the spongy head of his dick throbbing lightly with irrepressible desire.
"Garry!" Lucy gasped. She leaned and tightened the grip of her fingers around his half-erect member, as it performing a test; immediately it grew a little harder in her hand. Lucy widened her eyes and stared disbelievingly into her son's face. "Why Garry, my God, you're still excited, aren't you? Even after all that!"
Garry nodded his head and sighed.
"Okay, darling, all right," Lucy said softly.
Garry nodded his head.
"I hope I didn't lead you to believe that you weren't supposed to masturbate," Lucy said worriedly. She frowned and move her hand with increasing speed along the stalk of his bloated organ, adjusting the temp of her masturbation to the throbbing of prick. "I never intended to do that; those stories about self abuse and blindness are just old wife's tales you know. In moderation it is an excellent sexual release, especially for boys your age. Oh Lord!" Lucy winced and sighed as she thought of her son's misery. "And you've been keeping all of this inside you, with all your problems. I only wish I'd known about it sooner."
Garry remained silent. Instead he groaned and held his arms over his face and squirmed pleasurably in the bathwater, relinquishing himself entirely to forbidden delights if incest. Suddenly Lucy realized exactly experience had excited her tremendously; beneath her housecoat her moist pussy flooding with her womanly juices. She wanted to it, she thought, and it would be good for her son too. Garry needed sexual pleasure. She knew exactly what he wanted, and it was much better than her hand.
"Oh, darling," Lucy murmured. She stopped jerking his prick and wrapped her fingers around the very base of his tumescent organ, holding it straight up above his loins. Then she leaned far over the bathtub. She opened her mouth and lowered her head over the spongy, purplish crown of his mushroom-shaped cockhead. Her lips touched the circumference of his blue-veined shaft. Lucy closed her mouth pursed her full lips wetly around the throbbing stiffness of her son's erection, making the grip of her mouth as tight as she could. Her cheeks puckered inwards to increase the suction in her throat; automatically began to stroke her hand rhythmically along the base of his member. Then she began to suck feverishly her son's all the strength she had in her, laving her tongue lewdly around the head and sucking the length of his bloated organ deep into the warmth of her throat.
"Mom! Jesus Christ!" Garry gasped. He opened his eyes wide and let his arms his fall to sides. For a second he seemed unable comprehend the spectacle of his mother sucking his meaty erection. Then pushed his hands against the bottom tub and made a vague attempt to pull away from her.
"No, darling, don't'," Lucy said. She lifted her head momentarily and stared shamelessly into Garry's eyes. "You need this Garry. Don't feel ashamed of yourself. It's perfectly natural. I only wish I'd known bout your predicament sooner."
Garry continued to stare disbelievingly into her eyes. Lucy smiled and turned m him. Then she again lowered engulfing the length of his rampant erection deeper in her throat. This time sucked his cock much harder, hopping that the intensity of the pleasure would help Garry forget his inhibitions. Her tongue writhed around his spongy crown a slippery eel; she clasped her lips und the swollen stiffness of his cock and licked it furiously, as if forcibly trying to raw every inch of his blood-engorged member deep into her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh," Garry moaned. "Oh God...oh God ...ohhhhhhhh..." For a moment longer he seemed indecisive, poised between two alternate choices. Then the exquisite sexual pleasure got the better of him. Garry moaned and closed his eyes. He his arms across his face and settled water, giving himself up completely to his mother's lips and hands.
"That's right darling, that's right," Lucy he lifted her head momentary and smiled at Garry adoringly. Then she wrapped her lips around his prick and returned her complete attention to his blood-engorged organ. She could feel it throbbing in her mouth now, the sac of his testicles contracted tightly along the, underside of his dick; she knew from experience that it would not be much longer before he had his second orgasm. Lucy mewled softly and sucked her son's erection that much harder. The salty taste of his penis filled her whole mouth. She could hardly wait for his orgasm, for the heavy white droplets of his sperm gushing and spurting against the back of her throat. Lucy knew how excited she was; her cunt was literally gurgling with the flow of her juices, and her clitoris was completely erect; she knew she would suck down every single drop.
And it didn't matter, she thought. Lucy smiled and bobbed her head rhythmically over her son's loins, fucking herself in the mouth with the swollen stiffness of his erection. It didn't matter what any of them thought, if the taboo against was so strong that she might be put in jail. What was the difference if her son was sexually frustrated and miserable? That as the only important thing. He needed her help. And she would give it to him. She would give him absolutely anything he wanted.