Chapter 7
Things were different for Robbie from the moment he had shot his first hot load of cum into his mother's mouth. He felt different about life, about himself, about everything. It was as if the boy had gone through an initiation, to come out of it a man.
He went to the coach the next day, expecting to have the book thrown at him, but not really caring. He felt so damned good, a whole set of encyclopedia couldn't hurt him.
It seemed that the other guys had explained to the coach what happened between him and Rich, since the coach understood Robbie's anger. He tried to be stern with the boy, but Robbie could see that he would have done the same thing for his sister.
The boy came out of that confrontation feeling even better. It seemed only right that the coach should have treated him so fairly, man-to-man. Robbie was a man now. He felt like a man, though he realized he had a lot more to learn about the skills of manhood. One blowjob did not a lover make, but it sure made one happy fifteen-year-old!
He managed to sneak away from the school at lunchtime to go home to see his mother. She had seemed fine when he left that morning, but Darlene had been there, so he had not had a chance to talk to her alone.
He expected her to be as happy as he was about what had happened, but instead she looked pale and anxious. Her jaw was set in a determined grimace. Robbie knew at once that she had something to say that he did not want to hear.
Mary had gone to bed still a little tipsy, still feeling on top of the world. She had awakened the next morning with a lead weight on her shoulders. The enormity of what she had done horrified her. It had not been just a matter of seducing a boy half her age, or of sucking a cock other than Hank's for the first time in her life.
She had made love to her own son! She had kneeled before him and shamelessly sucked his cock to orgasm! She had swallowed the hot jets of his potent young sperm!
Though memories of the lust they had shared made Mary's cunt throb, her conscience drove the pleasure from her with a hot blast of guilt.
What had she done to her boy? Had she inflicted scars on him that might last the rest of his life? In satisfying her own base hunger to possess his vulnerable young cock, had she spoiled him for normal sex? Sure, he was thrilled about what had happened, but would he grow to hate her . . . hate her because he had to think of himself as a pervert, a Freudian casebook study?
Not long after her children left for school, Mary made a vow to make every effort to right the wrong she had done. She would try not to make Robbie feel guilty. She would admit the beauty of what they had shared, but she would be very firm about the fact that it could never happen again. She had given him his first glimpse of adult passion, but he must learn the rest on his own. She was setting him free, pushing him from her lustful breast.
She was surprised by Robbie's unexpected return at lunchtime, but she summoned her resources and tried to explain to the boy as logically as possible what she had thought, and what she had decided.
"I want you to remember what we shared as beautiful, darling. But you know it's not right. It's not something that can go on. I have a husband. You're a young boy. You have your whole future before you. One day you'll meet a girl and ..." She paused. It was still painful for her to contemplate that. She tried to soothe herself with the knowledge that she had at least been the first. She had given him his first taste of the intensity of passion.
The boy was crushed, but his sexual experiences with his mother the day before had taught him something: It had given him a new confidence in himself. He was ready to meekly go along with his mother's decision, not without putting up a good fight. That was what he thought a man should do.
He walked up to his mother and put his arms around her, not hesitantly, but firmly, to let her know he wanted to console her. She was nervous at first. She tried to tell him to stop, but once she realized the boy was man enough to know what he was doing, she yielded. She held on tightly to his neck. It was clear to Robbie that she needed this kind of support. He felt more of a man than ever to know that he could give it to her.
They remained there in the middle of the living room, clinging to each other, neither saying a word. At last, the boy spoke softly, his hand stroking his mother's sweet-smelling blonde hair.
"I know what you're trying to do, Mom. I know you're trying to protect me. But just because I didn't really know what was going on yesterday doesn't mean I'm a complete child."
"I know that, Robbie. I don't mean to treat you like a child, but I ... "
"I haven't finished, Mom. What you did for me yesterday was the best thing any mom ever did for her son. You made me feel whole. Ever since you made me cum in your mouth, I've been walking six inches off the ground. Nothing can hurt me."
"I know that, darling. That's the way it always is at first, when something good happens ..."
"You said it, Mom. It was something good, something fantastic, the best thing that ever happened to me in my whole life. How could it be wrong?"
When he gave her her chance to speak, Mary found she was not sure what to say. The boy's arms felt so strong and satisfying around her. His voice sounded so manly and reassuring. Maybe Robbie was right: What was there for her to be upset about? Was she going to let somebody else's rules tell her what felt right in her own life?
She was falling under the spell of the boy's nearness. Part of her knew that. The other part just wanted to let it happen. She could not convince herself that she had done anything wrong to her son by sucking his cock, not when it had turned him into such a calm young man^ and overnight!
There was nothing calm about Robbie beneath his cool exterior. Underneath, his heart was beating crazily. He felt like a man playing craps, who had everything he cared about riding on the next toss of the dice. He was playing for high stakes! He was determined to win! Yet still, there lurked that awful fear that the roll might go against him!
He felt his mother's voluptuous body relax slightly within his grasp. A first stab of joy shot through him. She was letting go! He was convincing her that what they had done was all right!
Though the first battle had been won, Robbie knew the war lay ahead. He must do something to make the outcome decisive. He must make some bold gesture that would put his mother beyond doubt, beyond self-recrimination.
Robbie took a deep breath and lowered his mouth to his mother's face. He began to kiss her, her eyes, her cheeks. She lifted her face toward him, letting him do it to her. Her mouth greedily sought his. In a mounting flurry of passion, the boy planted his lips firmly on hers. He was startled to feel her tongue probing his mouth. When he realized that that was her flag of surrender, his entire body trembled with elation. His tongue collided with hers and poked lewdly deep into her throat.
Nothing could stop him now, he knew that! He felt dizzy with success. Originally he had planned to just talk to his mother, then return to school, but things had changed. There would be no school for Robbie this afternoon!
"Mmmmmmm . . . Mom, it feels good! You make me feel so good! I want to do it to you this afternoon, Mom! Can I? Huh?"
Mary felt her knees quaking, threatening to buckle under her. Her son's lewd request had struck at the very core of her sexual being. He was asking something of her, something very awesome. Her pussy tingled at the thought that her son wanted to put his hard young cock up inside her cunt. The notion was so powerful that there was no resisting it, not with his body pressed against hers, not with his mouth planting kisses all over her face and neck!
"Robbie ... oh Robbie, darling ... do you really think it's all right?" She knew something significant was taking place. She was giving up her place as her boy's mentor. She was accepting his role as the prime mover, the man, the one who would decide what was all right, and what was not. Her cunt throbbed. She was no longer just Robbie's mother, she was his lover! -In that relationship, she no longer took all the responsibility. She was accepting him as her equal, and not just her equal, but her man of the moment. In more ways than one, she was ready to be a slave to her son's hard, lusty cock!
"Oh Mom ... you know it is! You know how good we both felt yesterday when it was all over! Today, we're going to feel even better!"
It was happening quickly. Mary's heart beat fast as her son eased her down onto the living room rug. The obscene thought that she was about to take her son's virginity right on the floor thrilled her. She felt wild, wanton. She felt wonderfully free of the burden of conscience that had plagued her all morning. The nearness of her son's hard, young body had done that for her. She knew how much she wanted what he was forcing her into. She wanted to be forced into it, just so she would have a bland answer for her conscience when the moment of reckoning came around.
Yet at the moment, Mary could not have cared less about any moral tallies. She wanted hard cock, her son's hard cock. Her pussy was already flaring moistly inside her panties.
Robbie knelt over his mother and began to tug at her slacks. He pulled them down off of her hips along with her panties. She wiggled her ass to help him. Her eyes were shut tight, yet a wanton grin teased at the corners of her mouth. She was obviously reveling in her depraved position. So was her son.
The teenager tossed his mother's pants and panties onto the couch. She was lying there, helpless beneath him now, naked from the waist down. He could see her nipples hardening underneath her cotton blouse. His finger encountered something hard and fleshy. He realized it must be her clitoris. He explored it further.
"Uuuuuuhhh . . . yes, darling! Touch my clit like that! Oooohhh, Robbie-e-e! Oooohhh, darling"-.'. . " Excitement at the perversion of what was happening had reduced Mary to a moaning, craving animal. She knew she should be helping her son out. This was a first time for him.
But it was a first time for her too. She could not help by trembling with abandon at the prospect of making love to her handsome young son, of feeling her son's cock inside her pussy for the first time.
She thrust her cunt-mound up at Robbie's hand. The boy quickly got the hang of what she wanted. While his finger swirled round her blood-engorged clitoris, his cock swelled to greater size inside his pants. He felt the pressure of the excitement building in his cock. He ached to feel his cock buried in his mother's pussy. He knew it was up to the guy to get a woman ready for the penetration, yet he could not imagine any woman being more ready than his mother. She was moaning and squirming like a wild creature. Her clitoris was slippery with her pussy-juices.
There were so many things that Mary wanted to feel him do to her, yet she knew they could not happen all at once. For this first time, she would be satisfied just to feel his cock spreading the swollen lips of her cunt. She wanted to feel him work his cock in and out of her pussy until he brought her to a resounding orgasm.
Even in the midst of her abandon, Mary still did not miss the irony of the sudden about-face of her conscience. When Robbie had arrived home from school, there had been no doubt in her mind that the sexual part of their relationship had ended. It had taken little more than her son's strong arms wrapped around her to dissolve her determination. She knew now how flimsy her resolve had been. She knew now how unlikely it had been that, after first tasting the juices of her son's cock, she could cut herself off without feeling his cock screwing her greedy cunt. Mary was beginning to understand how ruthless she could be when aroused. She was beginning to understand the unscrupulous nature of lust.
Curious to test the climate of what was in store for his cock, Robbie probed a finger up inside his mother's pussy. Often, as the boy had looked at pictures of cunts, he had never imagined a pussy could feel so hot and wet and clinging inside. Its tight, moist grip on his finger was enough to make his cock throb with anguish in his pants. Robbie realized that it was time he quit fooling around and get down to brass tacks. There would be time for niceties later on, but right now he ached for his first taste of pussy wrapped around his hard cock!
Mary quivered at the sight of her son pulling down his trousers. His cock was swollen with lust. Her greedy cunt pulsed in anticipation of its filling girth up inside. There was no room left in Mary for questions of whether she should be doing this thing or not. There was room only for want. Mary was full of want, and she wanted to be full of cock.
She parted her thighs lewdly. She realized that the wet, pink gash of her cunt was shamelessly bared to her son's gaze. Her wanton behavior excited her. She felt the moisture flowing from her pussy. There would be no problem getting his cock in her. She was all ready for him. His cock would slip inside as easily as a knife cuts butter.
Quaking at the prospect of finally pushing his cock into pussy, Robbie fell on top of his mother. He held his hard cock in his hand. Eagerly, he tried to guide his cock-head to her cunt-hole, but his angle was awkward. He tried again and again with no success. Failure made him desperate.
Mary too was desperate, too desperate to let her son find her hot cunt opening for himself. She reached under and grabbed his fleshy cock-shaft. She poked it against her pussy furrow until she found the right yielding place. His cock slipped deep inside her cunt. "Ooooooohhh... oh Robbie-e-e ... .it feels so good to have your cock in meeee!"
The boy could hardly believe he had gone from morning classes to this, the most incredible experience of his young life. If his mother's twat had felt good wrapped around his fingers, it felt a hundred times better squeezing his sensitized cock. He flexed his cock in and out of her pussy. "Uh . . . Mom . . . uh . . . "
Her boy's awkward attempts to express in words what he was feeling filled Mary with mother-love.
She realized that what was happening was so much more intense for him than for her, just because it was the first time. For her, it was ecstasy. Her poor boy must be out of his mind with excitement!
To help him along, she began to squirm her hips up off the carpet, riding her pussy up her son's cock. The very thought that she was stealing her son's virginity made her tremble. The feel of his young cock probing her pussy, searching for its stride, made her shriek with perverted abandon. It astounded her now to think that she had tried to deny herself this wanton satisfaction. It did not even occur to her that she was betraying her husband, breaking her marriage vows. What was happening was strictly between her son and herself, a strange extension of that special feeling between mother and son. It was not something that Mary had ever consciously longed for, before the day she watched Robbie stroke his cock in the bathroom. But it seemed so right, now that she knew she must have wanted it always.
"Screw me . . . oh screw me, darling!" From the moment he delved his cock into his mother's cunt, Robbie was immersed in a world of sensation-charged fantasy. He worked, as though in a dream, to shove his cock deep into his mother's pussy, then pull it out to the bloated tip, then shove it in again. The waves of pleasure flowed non-stop through his body, pushing him higher and higher into those places where the air is thinner and the pleasure more intense. It was so much like a dream, and yet at the same time so much better than a dream, that he lost contact with time and thought and reason. He just kept on screwing, as if he had been doing it all his life. He became uncomfortable with the strenuous exertion that marked him a man. He had been on the way to manhood yesterday, but today he was totally, irrevocably there. Pride and pleasure inundated his soul, his body, his buzzing senses
Though Mary's perception of the pleasure differed, she was right there with her son. She was relishing the skill with which he was assuming the duties of manhood like a proud lover. And like a wanton lover, her pussy throbbed hungrily around his cock each time he shoved it into her. "Darling, you're beautiful! You're such a good lover, Robbie!"
That was all the boy needed to hear. He was invincible. Nothing could stop him now. With furious passion, he screwed his mother, driving her ass down into the carpet, forcing the shrieks from deep in her throat.
Mother and son were suspended in the intensity of what they were sharing. Joined now by two primal bonds, they wrapped themselves in one another's spirits and struggled to scale new heights together. Mary was intensely aware of her son's bloated cock^tip forcing her pussy-walls wide on each stroke. Robbie panted in teeth-clenching opposition to the pleasure clasp that threatened to suck the juices right out of him, to rob him of his rampaging hard-on.
He held out for a good, long time for one so inexperienced and sensitive to pleasure. But at last he could do it no more. He had to yield to the last depraved thrill: that filling of his mother's cunt with his thick, hot cum-juices. "Oh, Mama ... I'm cummmm-ing-g-g!"
She held onto him tightly, reveling in the joy of taking his potent load into her cunt of being there to receive him in his first moment of raw passion, in his first climatic experience of man and woman together. The intensity of her joy pushed her into orgasm. Her cunt clasped fitfully around her boy's cock. "Ooooohhh . . .oh baby! Me too, Robbie! I'm cumming too! Hhhhhnnnhhhh . . . it's beautiful, Robbie-e-e!"
They lay there clinging to each other, mother and son, their bodies glistening with sweat, exhausted with the fury of their efforts. It was only when they finally struggled to a sitting position that they looked at each other's eyes to see what they had really done, to see that if this time it was really going to be all right.
Mary smiled sheepishly at her handsome young son. "You sure know how to present a good argument, darling."
"Ah, Mom! It was good for both of us, you know that. Nobody ever has to know. It's only when other people know that it becomes bad."
She reached out to stroke the soft blond hair. "You know . . . you're awful smart for a kid."
"Who's a kid?" he demanded.
"You're right. My baby's a man now." She put her arm around him and drew him back down onto the rug with her. She pulled her blouse up and shoved her tit in his face. He began to suck greedily.
Mary moaned with pleasure. "Thank God you're not too much of a man to still be my baby," she cooed. Her cunt gushed moisture in response to her son's loving mouth on her maternal breast.