Chapter 8
Jan lay in her bed in a numbed spell of depression. Now that she knew what her problem was, she tried to figure out what could be done. She had heard of mothers fucking their sons. Once a woman who Jan had to help her with her cleaning claimed to have three kids with her husband and another two by her oldest son. Jan thought that she must have misunderstood the woman, but later Matt said she was probably telling the truth. She had been a simple woman from a very remote place in the mountains, and Matt said that sort of thing went on all the time.
On another occasion, she'd heard a kid in the neighborhood call another kid a motherfucker. The boy flew into a rage and almost killed the name-caller with his bare hands. Later, Jan heard that there had been rumors that the boy actually had been fucking his mother.
The more she thought about it, the more possible it seemed. When she thought about fulfilling her weird desire, she knew that that would be the only thing that could free her of her agony. Now, at least, she knew there was a way out. There was hope as long as she could find a way, and the courage, to get her young son to fuck her.
She went to her window and looked down. She could see her son and she felt instant horny greed at the sight of him. Her cunt began to get wet all over again. The cunt-lapping she had had from Kate faded until it was a minor pleasure compared to what she knew was in store for her if she managed to fuck her son.
Jan knew that her boy was horny. She had seen the evidence in the stains he left on his bed sheets. And as far as she knew, he didn't have a girl friend to release his pent-up passions. It might not be too difficult to seduce him, she thought. But how to go about it?
Jan began plotting, and it began to seem more and more simple. She went to the window and called her son to her room.
"I want to move this dresser to that side of the room, sweetheart," she said when he entered her bedroom.
Ron grabbed one side of the dresser while Jan grabbed the other. They began to drag the heavy thing over the carpet when Jan let out a cry and straightened up.
"Ow, I've done something to my back," she said. "I shouldn't have tried to move that damn thing."
Ron looked at his mother with concern. "Does it hurt badly?"
"No, not too badly." Jan went over to her bed and lowered herself carefully, face down. "Would you rub it?" she asked Ron.
"Sure," he said, then went to the bed. "Where does it hurt?"
Jan told him to rub the small of her back, and that he'd straddle her to do it. He obeyed, climbing over his mother and squatting on her ass. As soon as he put his hands on her, they both began to feel exquisite sensations rise in their bodies.
Ron loved the way his mother's ass felt beneath his own. It was the most comfortable seat he'd ever had. Her cheeks were wide and firm, and he could feel her warmth penetrating his pants. His cock began to stiffen, and he had to lift a hand from her back to adjust his cock so it wouldn't be so painful.
Jan was wearing a tank-top that didn't quite come all the way down to her pants, and he could see bare skin between the two garments. Ron slipped his hands under the top so he could massage bare flesh.
Jan was encouraged. His strong fingers felt so good as they pressed and rubbed her skin.
Jan was feeling good. This time she felt even more certain that she was on the right track to alleviating her frustration. Her cunt was flowing. She could feel the heat of her cunt-juice spreading and she hoped it wouldn't wet her pants so much that it would show through.
Ron was moving his hands around more now. He slid them to her sides. He slid his ass back, so her firm cheeks were in front of him. That way, he could press his cock against the spongy mound. At first, he was afraid that she would feel his hard cock, and she would chase him away, but soon he was beyond being able to restrain himself.
Ron leaned forward, pressing his cock into that well-packed ass and sliding his hands high up his mother's back, then he pulled his hands firmly down her back and lifted his cock from the softness of her ass. By repeating that motion, Ron was managing to give his prick enough stimulation to make him homier than he'd been in a while. If he kept it up, he knew he would come come eventually, and there wouldn't be any way he could keep the fact from the fabulous woman under him. The thought of rubbing himself off on his mother's ass was such a thrilling idea that he figured it might be worth the embarrassment it would cause.
Jan knew exactly what was going on. She could feel his huge prick being shoved against her ass, and she was glad that she was having such a strong influence on the boy so soon. His motion was becoming quite obvious, and she didn't want him to waste a load of hot gism in his pants. Although she loved the way it felt, she would have to stop him from pumping her ass.
"Rub my shoulders please, baby," she cooed.
Ron had to move up her body to reach her shoulders. So he climbed over the mounds of her ass and straddled her on the other side of it. Now there wasn't anything for him to press his throbbing rod against, but he was so excited that he could barely stand to let his cock languish in his pants.
So far, so good, Jan thought. But now she had to figure a way to escalate the action. Ron's hands were getting her as hot as he obviously was, and she wouldn't be able to restrain herself before long, but now there was much less chance of scaring him away.
"Let me turn over so you can rub my shoulders from the front," she said.
Ron could hardly believe his ears. He started to get off the woman so she could turn over, but Jan stopped him. She rolled over while he merely lifted his weight from her. When she settled down on her back, looking up at Ron, he was filled with wild excitement. With her looking, up at him, he felt that he would either have to hide his passion or let himself go entirely.
Now his ass was resting on her lower belly. He had to reach over the high mountains of her tits to rub her shoulders. He could feel that his face must be flushed, and that only caused it to darken more.
Jan rested her hands on his thighs. His cock was twitching so violently.
Jan knew that things were going to heat up at any second. If Ron didn't attack her soon, she would take his hands and put them on her tits, and things would develop from there. As he rubbed her shoulders, his arms bumped those magnificent jugs a few times. The touch left a burning sensation at the point of contact for both of them.
As he watched, Jan's hippies stiffened. The skin he was caressing on her shoulders was getting moist with sweat, and Jan had an expression of lust on her face. Ron couldn't help massaging closer and closer to those tits that were quivering.
Now Ron knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from grabbing her tit. Was it possible that his mom would let him feel her up? If she didn't, he didn't know what he would do. He could imagine them struggling on the bed in a fight over those knockers. He would probably have to run away from home if she tried to stop him, but that seemed a reasonable chance to take considering the reward.
Ron stared at his mother's face and tried to figure out what she wanted. Her eyes were tightly shut, as if she were inviting him to grab her tits without her knowing what was happening. He moved his hands down. Her tits compressed as he squeezed them as if they wanted to be crushed by him.
With a hand holding each tit, Ron dug his fingers into the doughy softness of her tits. Jan gripped his thighs, and when Ron realized that he was going to get away with this, his mind seemed to snap. He went from hopefully horny, to helplessly embroiled in lust. His hands kneaded her tits.
With her dream coming true, Jan was as lost in passion as the boy on top of her. Her mouth attacked his with furious longing. Her teeth bit into his lips and her tongue rammed into his mouth.
Ron crammed his hands under the tank-top and grabbed his mother's bare skin. The way her tits relented to his pawing drove him to even more savage groping. He stretched his body over hers and pressed his desperate cock against her stomach. Their saliva was running together, and each of their flavors spurred the other on to higher levels of passion.
Pulling the top over her tits, Ron tore his face from his mother's and squirmed down her body. His mouth caught the puckered nipple of one tit and sucked it deep into his throat. He stuffed his mouth with as much tit as he could hold. His mother used to tell him not to stuff his mouth at the dinner table, but now she tried to get him to gobble up even more by arching her back and pushing her tit up at him.
As he slobbered over her jugs, Jan grabbed his jersey and pulled at it in a desperate struggle to get it off. Ron lifted his head and helped her remove it, and Jan could see in his desperate expression, with saliva smeared all over his face, his teenage horniness overflowing all at once.
When his chest was naked, Jan ran her hands over it energetically. Her legs were spread and she was grinding her twat against her son's stomach and squeezing him between her thighs. Ron felt his mother's passionate writhings, and it amazed him to realize that she was as hungry for him as he was for her.
As Ron began to realize what was in store for him, he had to use restraint to keep from blowing his wad in his pants. He tried not to rub his cock on the bed because he knew that the slightest friction would coax his gism out. He wanted so badly to explode in his mom's twat, but he was afraid she wouldn't let him in if he had already come.
Thoughts of that cunt, still hidden in her pants, made Ron eager to go after it. He grabbed her pants. His fingers were a blur on the button and zipper, but he was so flustered that he wasn't making much progress. Jan took over and Ron just sat there and watched. The thought that she was opening her pants for him was so fantastic that he didn't know it he was dreaming or if this was real.
Jan lowered the zipper, lifted her hips and pulled her pants down. Ron helped her take them off. By the time he threw them off the bed, Jan had hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and was pulling them down too. Ron looked at the naked form on the bed and lost control of himself.
For a second he couldn't decide whether he wanted to begin exploring the furry crotch that his mother was showing him, or whether he wanted to set his imprisoned cock free. Then the tremendous energy in his prick made up his mind for him. Grabbing his belt, he began taking the rest of his clothes off.
Without taking his eyes from his mother lying there waiting for him with spread legs, he pulled his pants off as quickly as he could. His prick sprang out and vibrated before taking up its steady, pounding rhythm. As soon as Jan saw his marvelous cock, she knew that this boy was a chip off the old block. And she knew, by the aching in her pussy that his prick was exactly what she had been secretly pining for.
As soon as he was free of his clothes, Ron crawled into the space between his mother's waiting legs. He fell on top of her and stuck his hand into her crotch to find the opening that he was looking for with so much desperate longing. Jan put her hand in there too, and between the two of them, they managed to get his fat cock-head to the drooling slot.
Before he knew it, Ron had his prick up her hot, wet cunt. Immediately, his prick began bucking with wild spasms. Jan grabbed her son around the chest with her arms and around the hips with her legs, and she pumped her cunt up and down his pole for all she was worth. Ron was caught in a flurry of female lust, and all he was conscious of was the tight grip of her cunt on his meat.
He was filled with a stronger rage of ecstasy than he'd ever experienced as her cunt milked him to a blinding climax. Ron kept his cock plunging as the rest of his body spasmed along with his pistoning prick. These seconds were the crowing glory of his life.
When Ron came down from his brief visit to heaven, he realized that his mother was in the middle of an orgasm. He had seen her rub herself off to a climax in the tub that night he peeked in her window, but this was nothing like that. He had the pleasure of knowing that the orgasm he was giving her was a million times more powerful then the one she'd given herself; or so it seemed by her incredible gyrations.
When Jan stopped bouncing Ron on her bucking hips, she lay there in a spent heap of sweaty flesh.
"Oh, Ron, baby, that was the greatest fuck I've ever had. I've wanted you for so long I thought I would die. You have your father's cock and you use it just as well."
His mother's words filled Ron with pride. There didn't seem to be anything in life that he didn't have. His cock remained hard in the soggy lining of Jan's cunt as they both seemed to be waiting for something. When his cock began to grow again, they knew what it was.
Ron lay still and paid attention to his prick growing and filling her hot cavity. He felt it stretch the walls of her twat and creep up it as it came to its full bloom. Jan was contracting her cunt and giving his prick loving squeezes. Then Ron began to pump again.
He started slowly and gently, moving his cock only an inch or so. But as he kept going, his speed and the length of his thrusts increased ever so gradually. In a few minutes, Ron was stabbing her pussy with his full force, and Jan was lifting her cunt to meet his jabs. Ron's cock rammed its way up her cunt until their hair mingled, then he withdrew it to the point where his bloated cock-head peeked out of the tunnel.
Since he had just shot a load, he was good for a while before he would come again and have to stop and rest. The same was true of Jan, and they kept pumping at each other as their passions slowly mounted. The feelings that were filling Ron's prick had him suspended in rapture. Every time he shoved his cock in and stretched her pussy over it, he experienced a wave of pure pleasure equaled only by the fantastic sensation of pulling his prick from that chamber and feeling the smooth, lubricated walls tug at him.
The taut skin that covered the blown-up head of his cock began to tingle with ecstatic vibrations as the pleasure collected there. He knew that his mother was having a similar experience and he wondered if the entire lining of her cunt felt that way. She was singing her song of passion in his ear again, and he knew that her pleasure was even greater than his own.
Finally, they were reaching the level of lust where nothing existed but their intense bliss. They were both panting and making strange sounds as they thrust their hips at each other at a maddening rate. Ron's prick, covered with her juice, slid in and out, and he could feel her pussy-lips stretched to fit around his thick cock.
He stuck his fingers in her gash and felt around for her clit. It seemed like a good idea to finger her clit while he fucked her. When he touched her clit, Jan screamed, and he knew he'd found it. He kept diddling the bud, and Jan's body reacted by magnifying the movement of that finger throughout her entire body. Ron suddenly felt more like a rodeo rider in ecstasy than a kid fucking his mother.
His orgasm was about to hit, and he knew it was going to be a good one. Then he saw his mother reaching for his crotch. Her finger, which she had wet from the juice running off his plunging cock, found the entrance to his anal canal, and wiggled in. Ron had fingered his own asshole from time to time when he jerked off, but to have his mother stick her finger in there was a gift he'd never expected. She put the tip of her finger on the spot where his prostate gland was and massaged it.
Since Ron was already bursting with pre-orgasmic ecstasy, the finger in his ass sent him into paroxysms of shocked ravishment. He felt himself reach the pinnacle. When he came, it was like the blue-ribbon special that Sadie had used, but with his mother is was much better.
Ron's brain flooded with pleasure and Jan's cunt flooded with another load of sperm. She was coming, too, and her cunt was snapping on his prick, increasing his pleasure. When they stopped pounding their bodies together, they both knew they had hit heights they had never approached before.
Ron couldn't move. He was paralyzed with exhaustion after all his strength had drained from his pecker. Jan seemed in the same condition, except her body was still twitching in residual spasms once in a while. Ron's cock felt super-sensitive after having rubbed the lining of her cunt for so long, and when her cunt twitched now, he felt a jolt of ticklishness that was hard to bear.
They both began to sink into a deep sleep, and they were only half conscious when he rolled off her and snuggled along side her. Jan turned her back on Ron and he fitted his body against her. Jan reached between her legs and pulled his flaccid prick between her thighs. They spent most of the night that way.