Chapter 7
"Does that feel good, darling?" Lucy asked softly. She raised her head and looked shyly into her son's eyes. "I can do it differently if you like."
"Yeah, that's real good Garry murmured. He shifted lazily on the mattress and groaned. Then he dug his fingers gently into his mother's hair and moved her head back towards his loins. "Do it a little harder, though, will you? Yeah ... just a little harder."
"Oh, Garry," Lucy mewled. She sighed heavily with maternal love and continued to hold his eyes a moment longer. Then she returned her complete attention to the throbbing stiffness of his meaty erection. It was as hard as a rock now, beating and pulsing luridly in her hand. Lucy closed her fingers tightly around the blue-veined shaft and slid her fist down to the base, holding his engorged member in position. Then she opened her mouth and lowered her head pleasurably over the swollen, spongy cockhead. Her lips closed wetly around the tumescent stalk of his erection, pursing and clasping around the sensitive flesh of his stiffened prick. She puckered her cheeks to increase the suction in her throat, and began to bob her head rhythmically over the pulsating shaft. Then Lucy lowered her head and, took over half of his blood-engorged member into the clinging warmth of her oral cavity, squeezing the base of his cock and sucking her son's bloated dick with all the feverish intensity she could muster. Garry groaned in with Iurid pleasure and squirmed on the mattress; Lucy could feel his fingers digging harder into her scalp, as if he could barely stand the agonizing excitement the blow job. Lucy whimpered and sucked his hardened cock that much harder. As she did so she could feel the late afternoon sunlight pouring through the windows of her bedroom and falling, across the milkwhite skin of her naked body, and it occurred to her briefly that it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. Two o'clock, she thought dreamily; that was when boys Garry's age were usually in school. Lucy giggled lasciviously and took another inch of his swollen member into her mouth, making her son groan with exquisite pleasure beneath her. It didn't matter, she thought happily. It didn't matter what time it was, or what day it was, or if the whole world lived and perished beyond the fortress-like walls of their bedroom. Nothing counted anymore except the forbidden joys of copulating with her son, and the secret pleasures they shared between them.
It was now over a week since their first sexual encounter in the bathroom, and the two of them had shared the pleasures of incest together more times than she could remember. In retrospect it seemed almost funny how nervous the two of them had been in their first several encounters. It was as if Garry had been torn between two separate emotions, the vestiges of his inhibitions on one hand and the real desire he had for his mother's voluptuous body. Every time they'd finished he'd seemed ashamed of himself, as if he'd eaten too much candy and was afraid of gaining ten pounds by the next morning. But that was all a thing of the past now, Lucy thought. Now Garry enjoyed the pleasures of his mother's curvaceous nakedness just as much as she did. Why, Lucy reminded herself more often than not he initiated their sexual intercourse himself. He seemed completely obsessed with her body now, just as he had been naturally obsessed with the milk of her bosom when he had been a suckling infant. The mere sight of her ample breasts or long tapering legs ma I de the shaft of his dick grow into aching erection; a couple of times he had even spurted his semen helplessly at the mere sight of her pussy. Sometimes it seemed to her that Garry was happy only when he had his member embedded in the clinging warmth of her vagina. Lucy smiled; that meant that he was happy nearly all the time.
And she was happy too. Lucy mewled contentedly and intensified the force of her sucking, thrusting her son's blue-veined stiffness so eagerly into her throat that Garry withed in ecstatic agony beneath her. Her fingers tightened around the base of his bloated organ, luridly squeezing and milking the hard pink flesh; she wrapped the slippery length of her tongue hungrily around the spongy head and darted it repeatedly into his twitching cum slit. It felt so good to give him pleasure, she thought, so good to feel the load of his seminal fluid exploding out of his erect penis; she loved to see him cum, loved to feel the creamy white sperm flowing down her throat and loved to massage the spasms out of his aching erection again an again. In the past week she had learned to feel happier than ever before in her life. Her son's body was so lean and hard and masculine, and the shaft of his organ was so big and thick. Sometimes when she had it deep inside her pussy she thought that it would never stop being so stiff, that her son's male organ would continue to grow and grow forever. Every time they had sex together it was even better than it had been before; she had come to experience multiple orgasms with Garry, orgasms so intense and fulfilling that she would have been unable to even imagine them a year ago. It wasn't just the sex itself, Lucy realized. It was that she was experiencing the pleasure with her own beloved child. Lucy knew that every time Garry gave her the satisfying length of his erection she was also giving a gift to him, the warm closeness and consummating shelter that only a mother could offer. He was growing with their pleasure, she thought. She was giving him her body several times a day now, and he was growing-every single time. There was no reason for Garry to go back to school, Lucy thought, no reason at all that they should ever be separated. As far as she was concerned they could continue to lie in the shelter of her bedroom forever, fucking and sucking until they passed out with a delicious exhaustion. Their incestuous joining was to her the most natural combination in the world.
"Oh ... ohhhhh," Garry moaned. His expression contorted in a reddish flush of ravenous passion. Grimacing, he pushed his palm against Lucy's forehead and gently began to move her head away from his loins. "Oh, Mom ... oh God. Ungggghhhhh ..."
"What is it darling?" Lucy murmured salaciously. She held the shaft of her son's meaty erection in her closed fingers and looked at him quizzically. Garry's face looked as if he were about to explode. His eyes were feverishly wide, staring insensibly at the ceiling. "Darling, is something wrong?" Lucy asked. She wrinkled her head with worry and looked intently into his face.
"Fuck me, Mom," Garry murmured breathlessly. "Jesus ... can't stand it ... fuck me!"
"Oh, Garry," Lucy sighed. Her cheeks flushed with adoration, and she sighed heavily with relief. Smiling, she lowered her head and again regarded the shaft of her son's cock. It was completely stiff now, as hard and erect as it would be capable of getting. Lucy could see the welter of blue veins standing out along the underside of his dick, the way, the mushroom-shaped head of his member swelled and bloated with its engorgement of blood. Garry's prick was actually throbbing in her hand now, jerking and bobbing violently, as if he would shoot forth a gusher of semen at any moment. He was ready now, Lucy thought knowingly. He was ready for her to give him her body.
"Oh, Garry," Lucy repeated happily. She leaned forward and gave the spongy head of his penis a last loving suck, pursing her lips hungrily around the hard knob and puckering her cheeks furiously around it. Garry groaned and writhed helplessly on the mattress; the shaft of his erection grew another eighth of an inch, pulsating wildly in her closed fist. Lucy smiled and gradually opened her hand. The shaft of Garry's bloated organ stood straight up from his pubic hair, throbbing stiffly in mid-air.
"Fuck me," Garry repeated shamelessly. He lifted his head and stared wincing at the length of his engorged member. "Awww, Mom, please ... fuck me right now!"
"All right, Garry ... all right Lucy said soothingly. She crawled up from her prone position on the mattress and paused briefly to wipe Garry's seminal drippings from her full ripe lips. Then she quickly straddled his hips on the bed. She dug her knees into the mattress to either side of his upper thighs and leaned completely over his body, supporting herself with her outstretched arms and putting her hair fringed fissure in the perfect position to be invaded by the hardened length of his member Lucy groaned and closed her eyes. She could feel the raging genital heat crawling through her loins, the pouting lips of her pussy moistening with the flow of her womanly juices; she was as anxious for copulation as he was. Lucy whimpered hungrily and lasciviously wriggled her plump buttocks. Then she flexed the cheeks of her ass and slowly lowered her hips. The spongy head of her son's meaty erection entered the clasping wetness of -her cunt; she could feel it throbbing inside her, chafing deliciously against the hair-fringed vaginal lips and the erect bud of her clitoris. Lucy moaned and impaled the first inch of Garry's bloated organ in her cunt, making it impossible for his member to jerk free of the encasing warmth of her pussy. Then she sighed and looked lovingly into his eyes.
"Are you ready, darling?" she mewled mischievously. Lucy swerved her buttocks slightly and forcibly contracted the inner muscles of her vagina sheath, making the head of her son's dick twitch reflexively against her pouting labia. "We can do it anytime you want to."
"Now," Garry moaned hoarsely. He dug his fingers into the ivory smooth flesh of her upper thighs and tried to pull her hips down over his hardened member. "Fuck me," he repeated. "Fuck me ..."
"Oh, Garry!" Lucy sighed. She smiled salaciously and closed her eyes. Then she slowly, deliciously, lowered her hair fringed pussy over the spearing impalement of her son's massive erection. As she did so her throat thickened with desire, and she flared her nostrils animalishly apart. She could feel the meaty thickness of his' organ entering her now, the blue-veined circumference of his ramp t prick distending her moistened labia to the bursting point. Inch after inch of his blood-engorged member slid wetly into the clinging warmth of her pussy, burrowing relentlessly into her hair-fringed fissure. Lucy groaned loudly and bucked her hips, skillfully helping the last several inches of her son's bloated organ to thrust its way into her tight cuntal orifice. Then it was all the way in, every inch of his wonderfully big, hard shaft buried in the clasping tunnel of her vagina.
"Unggghhhhh!" Garry grunted. He grimaced feverishly and threw his hands up to the swaying globes of Lucy's swollen breasts. Lewdly he began to squeeze and milk the white flesh of her bosom, at the same time thrusting his hips into her in the convulsive rhythms of fucking. "Fuck me ' Mom," he moaned eagerly. "Ungghh ungggh ... feels so good ... fuck me!"
"Yes, darling," Lucy purred softly. "Oh yes, whatever you say!" Lucy smiled down at her son's transfixed expression and closed her eyes, momentarily savoring the first sensations of intercourse. His enormous cock filled her pussy to repletion, throbbing and pulsing luridly against the inner walls of her vagina; she could hear her breath coming in fitful pants and gasps, a wanton blush of arousal spreading through her soft maternal cheeks. Lucy groaned and lifted her lithe hips, withdrawing her pussy until only the swollen head of her son's erection parted the pouting lips of her moist cunt. With a heavy downwards movement she thrust his cock back into her body. Then she slowly began to buck her jiggling buttocks cheeks up and down, up and down, again and again, shamelessly fucking her gurgling pussy with the shining length of her son's tumescent erection. "Harder, Mom!" Garry grunted helplessly. He winced and dug his fingers almost savagely into her hips, thrusting his ass off the mattress so hard the whole bed shook obscenely beneath them.
"Unhhhh, Mom! My cock ... it's so hard ... do it harder! Unggghh, ungggh, unggglyhhh ..."
"Yes, darling ... oh yes, unhhh, yes, yes, yes!" Lucy whimpered. She leaned forward until the dangling globes of her mammaries almost touched Garry's chest. Then she frantically began to work her nimble hips over his body in a wanton frenzy of panting lust, fucking his hard young prick as hard as she possibly could.
"What the fuck is this!" an enraged voice bellowed behind them.