Chapter 6

, He stood uncertainly over his mother, watching her recover from her resounding climax. He was frightened of the moment when she would open her eyes and see him there. At the same time, he was excited, intensely excited. His cock throbbed urgently in his jeans. The boy was not certain what he expected to come of his discovery, but his entire body was tense with expectancy.

His mother looked beautiful in the wanton afterglow of her passion. Her round, milk-white tits rose and fell with her breathing, more gently than they had when she was riding the bucking bronco of lust. He looked down at her blonde pussy-triangle and realized that it was matted with the moisture of her excitement. Her cunt-lips looked swollen. Her thighs were open wide enough so that he could get a good look at her pussy, and at the long, thick diido with which she had driven herself to climax. Her hand rested on its sticky surface as it slowly slipped from her pussy.

A thrill of arousal stabbed his cock as he recognized the instrument with which she had been so soundly drubbing her cunt. It was a zucchini! His mother had always loved zucchini, but the boy had never suspected the special significance the vegetable had for her. He had heard lots of jokes about horny girls and bananas, but never about zucchini.

"Holy cow!"

The exclamation was uttered barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough to disturb Mary's reverie. Her big eyes flew open. She stared up at her son as though she did not believe what she was seeing. It was with great difficulty that she finally managed to blurt out: "Robbie! What are you doing here? Aren't you playing baseball?"

He excused his mother's silly question on the grounds that she was not yet in her right mind. He was ready to excuse his mother for anything. She looked so beautiful, so sexv.

"I . . . uh, I ran into a little trouble with one of the guys. The coach sent me home."

Mary had started out feeling self-conscious about the condition her boy had caught her in. When she saw that Robbie looked more excited than shocked by what he was seeing, she lost her self-consciousness. She struggled to a sitting position and pulled down her dress, though not quite far enough to completely cover her well-used cunt. She deftly slipped the sheath-clad zucchini under the couch.

"Sit down here, Robbie," she coaxed the boy, patting the cushion beside her. She watched him sit down awkwardly. It was then that she realized he had an impressive hard-on. Watching her in her abandon had made her son's cock hard! Despite the old warnings of her conscience, she felt her still-hot pussy flare.

She noticed the scratches and discoloration on her son's cheeks and she became all mother for a moment. She caressed the wounded flesh lovingly. "Robbie, darling, what happened to you?"

"Uh , . . nothing ... I just got into kind of a fight is all. Nothing much. The coach was mad at me, but everything'll be okay tomorrow." It seemed absurd to the boy that they should be discussing his fight at school when he had just watched his mother bring herself to orgasm with an overgrown zucchini. Though she had pulled down her dress, he could still see blonde hairs of her pussy peeking out between the tops of her thighs. The top of her dress was open enough to give him a clear view down to her big tits and her extended nipples. His mother was still excited! Her nipples were still as long as date pits.

The real concern Mary had felt for her son's welfare dissolved into something else. She began to feel strange palpitations darting through her body as she became aware of her son's lusty stare. How much had he seen? Had he watched her make herself cum? By the look in his eye and the state of his cock, she knew he must have seen enough, enough to change what was happening from an encounter between mother and son to a meeting of woman and man.

Her son had a hard cock! She had a pussy still moist from her self-manipulations! The forbidden moment she had dreaded and dreamed of for so long had come! She was face to face with her son, the young man. And both of them were excited, intensely aware of the illicit temptation of their position.

"Robbie, you're beautiful! You're a beautiful young man!" She was still stroking his cheeks, but more tenderly than before. Her hands were shaking. She kissed him softly on the lips.

He accepted her kiss without moving his mouth. He looked stunned, and more excited than she had ever seen him.

"What did you think, darling? What did you think when you saw what I was doing?" she asked tenderly.

Robbie was afraid to move, even to breathe, for fear he would upset the fragile thread of what was happening. Perverted as he knew it to be, still he longed to be close like this to his mother. He wanted her to touch him, to kiss him. He was only afraid he might faint from the excitement and miss everything.

He had to clear his throat twice before he could speak. "I . . . I thought . . . I thought you looked beautiful, Mom . . . and real sexy! It made me excited to watch you!" He wasn 't saying it the way he wanted to, but the words came hard at this point. He had just realized that his mother's hand was softly stroking his hard-on!

Even though the material of his jeans, the touch of her hand on his cock made him tremble all over. It had been a long time since Robbie had felt so young, so unsure of himself. He wanted his mother's tender touches so much, but he had not the slightest idea what he should be doing to show her she was pleasing him. He thought he should do something to impress his mother with his manhood, but he just sat there and stared at her stupidly as she smiled at him, waiting to see if he had anything more to say.

"I think you're neat, Mom!" he finally blurted.

"I think you're neat too, darling!" Mary was losing herself slowly in the wanton sensuality of the scene that was evolving between herself and her young son. She realized the terror that had taken hold of the boy, along with his excitement. She suddenly realized how sexually innocent he was. At once, her first mission was to soothe him, to let him know it was all right.

Mother would take care of everything!

A strange smile lit up Mary's features. It pleased her to know her son was still innocent. She had been jealous of the girl who would someday have her beautiful boy, even before she had known who that girl would be. Now she did not have to be jealous. Her son was right here with her. He was counting on her to show him what life was all about, and that was exactly what she wanted to do. How she wanted to do it! Her wet pussy told her how much!

Her hand grew more bold in its exploration of Robbie's hard cock. "Mmmm . . . Robbie darling . . . your cock's so big and hard! Does it feel good when I touch it, Robbie?"

"Uhh ... oh yeah ... it sure does, Mom!" When her hand gripped his cock possessively, Robbie had to grab at the couch for support. Ripples of excitement jolted his aroused young body.

"Good . . . now don't you worry about anything, Robbie darling! You can trust your mom. I'm just going to make you feel good! Do you like to feel good, Robbie?" The wine still flowed through Mary's system, fortifying her for the bold scheme she had concocted. In her aroused state, all her earlier fears of the forbidden word "incest" no longer seemed to matter. It seemed only right that she, the woman who had taught him to take his first step, to utter his first word, should be introducing him to the intense pleasures of the senses too.

It suddenly seemed very important to her that she take her son through this last initiation. It was a right she demanded as mother of the handsome, winning boy who had been monopolizing heF thoughts lately. She felt herself yielding to her most lusty ambitions as her cunt grew more aroused, and her brain more feverish, with excitement.

"Uh ... oh yeah, Mom! I like to feel good!" His mother's hand had freed the boy's cock from his fly as quick as a lizard darts from rock to rock. Robbie had not been prepared for the incredible pleasure of the tight grasp of her hand on his sensitized cock. He gritted his teeth, afraid that he would shoot off right then. He did not want to do that. The going was too good. He wanted to go all the way ... as far as his mother wanted to take him! "Uuuuuhhh . . . boy . . . "

The thought that she was pulling those thrilling sounds of pleasure from her son's throat made Mary's cunt trickle moisture. She slipped down onto her knees next to the couch to examine more closely the swollen contours of Robbie's cock. Her hand shook as she held his purple cock. She remembered the day she had watched through the keyhole as Robbie stroked his cock to orgasm. Ever since that day, she had been hounded by a forbidden desire to be a part of her handsome son's pleasure. Her excitement at this moment, as she was making her wanton dream come true, was almost overwhelming. She licked her lips lewdly as she leaned closer to the throbbing cock in her hand.

The watching boy had a vivid recollection of the scene in the movie he had watched at Tom's house, when the blonde woman had first inspected the hard cock she held in her hand. He remembered the jarring excitement he had felt in his own cock when she first darted out her tongue and licked the man's cock. He had longed for the moment when he would experience such a lurid thrill for himself.

Now it seemed that Robbie's longing was about to become reality. His mother-looking so much more beautiful, more exciting than the woman in the movie-was holding his hard cock in her hand. She was cooing softly as she inspected and caressed it with her fingertips.

He hardly dared hope that the next moment would be the one when she stuck out her tongue and licked his cock! "Oh Mom-m-m," he moaned, and his mother understood what he was saying.

She went even farther than he had hoped for. She closed her lips over his whole bloated cock-head and sucked it greedily. Robbie thought the cum was going to shoot out of him for sure that time, but again he managed to hold on. The boy could scarcely believe his eyes. His own mother had her generous pouting lips wrapped around his tingling cock-head! Her warm mouth was submerging him in a heated, enveloping pleasure.

"Ooooohhh ... oh Momma!" he cried passionately.

Mary's cunt throbbed. Robbie had not called her "Momma" since he was a very little boy! At the very instant when she was leading him from boyhood to manhood, he had grabbed a piece of their early life together. He was again her trusting little boy, setting out into territory more awesome and frightening than any he had trod before . . . and his mother was there to help him. It felt good to be wanted, to be needed, to feel the stiff, pulsing young cock safely ensconced between her lips!

Overwhelmed by a hunger more primal, more intense even, than what she had felt for her husband's cock that afternoon, Mary slid her lips all the way down to the base of her son's stiff cock. Intensely aware that this was the first time for him, she tried to be gentle, gentle enough to keep him from losing control of his erection before they were both ready.

It was not easy for the woman to maintain any kind of control on the lusty impulses that had possession of her already-aroused body. She began to work her lips up and down over her son's cock. She kept up the rhythm for a short while, until she recognized the desperation in his groans. Then, abruptly, she changed her technique to give her boy an opportunity to get a new hold on his self-control.

Her tongue reached out to stab the slit in the tip of his cock-head. Her pussy convulsed with pleasure when she discovered a droplet of seminal fluid. She savored the zesty flavor of his precious fluids. Eagerly, she delved for more, moaning each time she mined another taste of her son's love nectar.

Eager to show Robbie some of the possibilities of lovemaking, she began to swirl her tongue around and around his engorged cock-tip, coating it generously with her saliva. Her fingertips softly tickled his balls. She grinned when she heard his grunt of pleasure turn into a hoarse gasp. She had always liked to please her boy, to serve him. There had never been pleasure nor servitude more fulfilling than what she and her oldest child were sharing now!

The teenager was limp as a rag doll. He lay back against the couch, his ass perched on the edge of the cushion, as close as possible to his mother's head. From time to time he found the energy to thrust his hips upward, to feed his hard cock into his mother's mouth. He liked to watch her then. It was a perverse thrill to see his mother opening her lips wide to admit the throbbing shaft of his cock. It was even more of a thrill to feel her responsive excitement in the way she treated his cock with her supple mouth!

Mary's entire body was involved in the rhythm of her mouth-assault on her son's turgid cock. She ground her ass wantonly in the air behind her as her lips nibbled and tugged and teased at his cock-shaft. Her head rose and fell over his cock. Her tongue darted out to poke his fleshy cock, to drive new grunts of pleasure from him.

Drowning in the double ecstasy of watching and feeling his mother's abandoned lovemaking, Robbie knew at last that he would not hold out against her teasing mouth much longer. Moaning loudly, he closed his eyes and shoved his cock again and again into his mother's mouth. He was letting it happen, he was accepting that what must be must be. The promise of ecstasy was too good to resist. "Oh Mom . . . I love the way you suck my cock! It feels so good! Jeez!"

It was peculiar satisfaction for her heated cunt to hear her son's words of praise. Mary realized that the boy was no longer struggling with the tumult of his passion. He was flowing with it. He was letting it happen to him. She was pleased that he felt safe to put himself completely in her care. She began to work slavishly to suck the juices from his balls. Her belly longed for a good dose of her son's potent fluids.

In a fit of excitement, she reached down to his balls and mouthed each of them in turn. Their resilient feel in her mouth made her pussy throb. Her eager mouth-caresses made the boy groan feverishly. Quickly, Mary returned her lips to his cock. She was just in time to catch the first gush of his juices.

"Uuuhhh, Mommmm . . . I'm cumming-g-g!" It had been too much for the fifteen-year-old, having his mother tugging with her lips on his balls. He had felt himself letting go, and felt only joy in the sensation. He opened his eyes to watch his mother eagerly swallowing his cum. "Uh, yeah, swallow it, Mom! Swallow it!"

The wanton command of his hoarse, youthful voice sent a last thrill to Mary's pussy. When she had sucked the last of his juices from his cock, Mary realized that her cunt felt as if it had too had its satisfaction. The thrill had been so great that her pussy had found its own orgasm in the illicit joy of swallowing down her son's potent fluids!

By the time Darlene and Hank got home, things were respectable again in the house. Mary had put on slacks and a T-shirt. She had fed her zucchini to the garbage disposal. Mary was peeling potatoes, and Robbie was doing his homework at the kitchen table when the rest of the family showed up.

"Dad gave me a ride home. Lucky, eh? You two look like you're having a nice quiet time of it."

On the surface, they were, but underneath, Robbie and his mother were still trembling with the joys of the forbidden passion they had shared.