Chapter 2
Oh, lord, I've been a terrible woman, doing something that can't be forgiven-I've fucked my own son.
Turning her face into the pillow, Betty shuddered. There was some excuse, some minor rationalization, for Danny screwing her in that sneaky move. But after she'd hidden him from his father, she should have ordered him from the bed, slapped him, told him sternly that there'd be no more of such an impossible situation.
Instead, she had allowed him to go down on her, to eat her cunt that still held both his jizz and his father's. She had twisted and squirmed under his boyishly eager mouth and hunched her cunt up to him; she had begged her young son to eat her pussy!
Oh, lord, she thought. Oh, my lord. If Chad ever finds out, he'll kill us both. I know he will. He's big and jealous, and he can be violent at times. If he ever somehow discovered that his son was fucking his wife, he'd go out of his mind with rage.
She sat up, and the swinging of her tits reminded her that her body was still aroused, that she had just gone through a sex-session which was the wildest and longest-lasting of her life. First Chad had screwed her, in one of his rare early-morning hungers; then Danny fucked her from behind; then her son sucked her pussy until she damned near fainted. And Betty realized that only the noise of her daughter had prevented him from topping her at least once more. When he agreed to go out and fix his sister breakfast, his prick had still been stiff as a broom handle, but far more beautiful.
Betty touched the swollen nipples of her tits. Danny said he loved those tits, that the sight of her ass turned him on, and the touch of her pussy ... well, that simply freaked him out. He'd told her that her cunt was gorgeous, that it was tighter and hotter and far more rich than the cunts of the young girls he'd been screwing.
Smiling to herself, Betty slid one hand down and rested it upon the hairy black mound between her thighs. It was nice to know that she could be a real sex symbol for someone yet, that she could make a young and handsome male raise a hard-on by the enticing roll of her ass and the lifting of her tits. Even if the male were her own son.
She climbed out of bed, and her thighs kissed softly. She stood awhile before her full-length bedroom mirror, staring at her newly awakened and freshly fucked body. Not since she was sixteen years old had she been, so thrilled. Blissful sensations were still rising and falling within her cunt.
He had called her beautiful, and the mirror affirmed that her body was still firm and taut, that her tits stood high and the cheeks of her ass didn't sag, that her belly was almost flat and that her skin was good. Betty preened a bit before the mirror, sweeping back her long black hair and staring from lowered lashes at her reflected blue eyes. Maybe not really beautiful, she thought, but still attractive, still sexy.
She found her robe and slippers, left her bedroom and went in to shower. Soaping down her own skin, she felt again its tremendous sensitivity, the warm satiny texture of it. Danny, she thought; her son Danny was so eager, so hungry to taste her skin, to love every inch of her stimulated body.
But of course, they couldn't do it again. It was finished now, over and done with, and from here on, she would do her level best to erase the memory from her brain.
She rinsed in cold water and turned off the shower, to step out onto the bathmat and towel her flesh vigorously. Betty forced her mind to other things, to her daughter Nicole. Little Nikki was small and sweet, and she would be shocked into trauma if she even suspected an incestuous affair between her brother and her mother.
And her older daughter, Linda; Betty found it difficult to believe that Linda had already been married for two years, and was now a well-adjusted housewife, all of twenty-one years old. Linda would go up the wall in outrage if she learned of her mother and her younger brother secretly sharing illegal and immoral sex.
But such thrilling sex! Betty wrapped the towel around her waist and stepped to the sink. How many times had she come? Once with Chad, at least twice with Danny, and maybe even more. She'd gotten too dizzy to count, knowing only that the great surges of feeling were thundering over her clitoris and through her pussy.
She wondered just how long her son had been screwing, where he had learned his cunt-lapping techniques, what girl had been the first to feel his hard young cock. Betty knew a tiny bite of jealousy at the idea, and wished somehow that she could have been the woman to instruct her son in the of the flesh. But of course, she would never have even thought of such a thing. And she had better stop dwelling on the idea now.
She had to be strong, to cut his insane affair off before it grew any bigger, any deeper. She had to stand firm and deny any hint of physical familiarity with Danny. Sooner or later, if they came together again—even if it were only once or twice, to slake their thirst for each other's newly discovered bodies—there would be a chance of their being found out, exposed.
Betty rubbed cleansing cream into her face and massaged the skin under her eyes, at their corners, then around her mouth. Danny thought she was sensual and beautiful, that she was the best fuck he had ever known. His father didn't say things like that any more; Chad only screwed her once or twice a week, and then it was more like a habit or a duty. He must have had a sexy dream this morning, and come awake with a hard-on, and she'd been right there for him to stick it into.
But that had worked out wonderfully, for Danny had come in to swipe one of his dad's shirts and seen them screwing. The sight had made him so hot that he couldn't hold out any longer; it had turned him on so much he'd made the desperate gamble with her, hoping he could fuck his mother and that she wouldn't expose him. Wiping her face, Betty began to fix her eyes, touching up the dark lashes, seeing a new life swirling within their dark-blue depths.
She added a touch of lipstick and a dab of powder, then applied the powder puff and talcum liberally all over her body. Wouldn't it be awful, she thought, if Danny had screwed her before the Pill had been invented? She was reaching for her robe, the towel draped across her hips, when the bathroom door swung open and Danny stepped inside.
He shut the door behind him. "Wow," he breathed, "now I can get a real good look at you, Mom. Those tits are the greatest!"
"Get out!" Betty cried, drawing the robe up to her breasts, covering them. "Your sister is—"
"Nikki's long gone," he said. "I gave her a quarter and she took off for her friend's house. She'll be gone most of the day."
Betty swallowed, tried to make her voice firm. "Please let me get dressed, Danny. Then we'll sit out in the kitchen and have a talk about... well, about what happened accidentally, and ..."
He grinned at her, his smile big and bright, his blue eyes dancing. Danny was wearing only his summer shorts, no shirt, no shoes, and Betty could see a bulge in front of the pants. Surely, he still couldn't have an erection, she thought.
Danny said, "I like it fine here. You know, when nobody else was home, and I knew you were taking a shower, I'd sneak up here and peek through the wall in my room. I drilled a little hole in it a long time ago, and I never could see much at once, but sometimes I'd catch a glimpse of your tits, or see that beautiful black hair around your pussy, or maybe I'd see you swinging that nicely rounded ass when you walked to the shower. Then I'd jerk off, hoping to see you do the same, hoping that Dad would go into the bathroom and put his prick into you, so I could see how crazy you were when you get fucked."
"Don't talk to me like that," she said, moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue. "It's not right and it's not nice, and I don't want to hear you saying things like that to ... to your own mother."
He took a step towards her, his right hand running up and down over the swell in his shorts. He was so golden, she thought, so handsome and slim-hipped; all the little girls must go insane over him.
"Sure, you want to hear it," he said. "You like the sound of the dirty words, because you're the hottest piece of ass going. You're all sexed up right now, watching me handle my prick, and you know damned good and well that I'm going to fuck you again, Mother. Right here and right now, I'm going to stick this hard cock back into your gorgeous cunt and fuck you until I can't get it up any more."
Betty tried again: "But you can't. You can't! I don't want to. I won't allow-"
Danny dropped his shorts. His prick leaped out at her, long and solid, stiff and tipped in lavender. The little veins on the shaft were blue, and brown hair curled thickly in his crotch, curly and abundant over his young balls. There was a shiny drop of fluid on the blunt end, a liquid gem of pre-cum that glistened on the throbbing knob.
"Here it is, Mother," he said. "This is what you had earlier, and what you want right now. And I want to stick it in you, to climb between your lovely thighs and work the head of my cock around in all that black pussy hair. I want you lying there on your back with your thighs opened and when I get it buried to the balls inside your hot, juicy cunt, I want to feel your long, fine legs curl up around my back ... the way you do when Dad climbs on you."
The mention of her husband shook Betty. She said, "Oh no-no, I won't do it! I won't let you ... "
But he stepped close and took her wrists. The robe slipped away and left her tits exposed, trembling, their nipples going hard. Danny didn't touch them yet.
Instead, he drew her hands down and placed them on his prick. Betty trembled from head to foot and her breath rasped dryly in her throat. Instinctively, her fingers closed around the hard young rod, adoringly fisting the stiff boyish cock, and its hotly pulsing maleness turned her weak. She clung to his cock for support, and somehow his face lowered to her tits, somehow his breath was tickling warmly over her quaking jugs.
"That's right, darling," he said. "Darling, passionate Mother—hold onto my prick while I kiss these terrific tits."
Her son's tongue licked out over one of her nipples, and a stab of delight lanced into her. His mouth closed over the vibrant tip and she flinched; she tightened her grip on his prick and leaned into him for support because her knees were turning rubbery.
Together, they sank to the floor, and she was limp beneath his slim, muscular body. There was no hair on his chest and none on his belly, but it was concentrated in a generous clustering at Danny's crotch. It felt so thrilling to be under him, to have his prick in her hand and pinned between their bellies.
He sucked her nipple, licked over it, bit it tenderly until she squirmed. He said wetly around her tit: "I sucked these when I was a baby. I got fed through the nipple, and now it turns me on. Now, it makes me want to eat you all over."
"Danny!" she gasped. "Oh, my darling son!"
"But I need to fuck you first," he said, and suddenly his knob was settling into the damp hairs of her beaver, feeling its eager way into the quivering receptiveness of her humid labes. Her son's cock pushed against the entrance to her cunt, and slowly moved inside.
"Oh, yeah," he panted. "Oh, man ... it's so hot and slippery inside. It's still got some of my cum in it, and some of Dad's, too. Wow ... what a wild pussy, and your ass is so soft, and your legs ... Oh, Mom ... oh, Mother ... I love you! I love you!"
And with his prick slipping strong and hard up inside the confines of her cunt, Betty was once more in control. Danny was once again her little boy, and she was teaching him something; she was instructing her baby in a new knowledge.
"I love you, too, darling," she said, and rolled the cheeks of her ass to fit his cock even more snugly and securely into her motherly cunt. His superb young balls nestled into the crack of her ass, and she wished she could swallow them up with her cunt, with her asshole, that she could fit all of his beautiful boy back into her body and give birth to him all over again.
"Fuck your mother deep, baby," she said, stroking his hair. "Fuck me strong and deep and forever. Come in your mother's loving pussy."
"Yes, Mom," Danny panted, and lunged his long rod into her cunt, pulled it back and hammered it home once more. It was longer than his father's prick, she thought; Danny's cock wasn't as thick as Chad's, but it was considerably longer. She could feel the head of it knocking at the end of her cunt.
Betty heaved her pelvis against him, met her son's prick stroke for stroke, and when she wrapped her arms around his smooth shoulders, his mouth hungrily sought hers. He had dipped this finely chiseled pair of lips into her cunt; he had used his mouth to suck the flowing juices from his mother's pussy, and Betty had a sudden wild desire to taste the flavors of her own cunt—but it was too late. Some time soon, she thought; she could let herself go in bitchy abandon and do all the dirty things she had always craved to do.
His tongue darted, darted inside her lips, and her teeth raked over his teeth; she knew the thrill of his tongue, its wet seeking. As his cock thrust strongly into her clenching, surging pussy, his tongue followed suit inside her mouth. Danny matched the movements of his tongue with the actions of his prick, timing both rhythms in a sensual, lascivious beat that drove her insane.
Betty bucked under her son's pelvis, rode her son's hammering dick and hunched to get another inch inside her hole if she possibly could. Her legs thrashed, and she remembered that he had asked to have her legs around his waist. Her heels just naturally seemed to fit into the sweaty crack of his ass, and Betty locked her lower body to his as he fucked harder and faster.
Danny's cock became a battering ram that shook her with each powerful blow; her tits bounced when the cock-head slammed home; her ass shook when his dick slapped into her hole.
"Mom! Mom!" he cried. "I'm coming! COMING!"
He drove his meat down into her upthrust cunt, and she churned it up around her son's rod as she felt the head flex. Danny let go inside her flaming pussy, and she knew the searing blast of his sperm. Her son's cum shot against the womb that once carried him, and Betty felt the splash of its wet, sticky wonder as it flooded the walls of her cunt and filled her steamy hole to its brim.
"Oh, my lover," she said, clamping him even tighter between her legs, digging her heels into the backs of his knees.
"Oh, my sweet darling! Pump it into me, Danny. Squirt your mother's cunt full of that teenage cum! Just hold it stiff in me, sweetheart, and I'll roll my pussy around it. I'll hump on your lovely rod and ... Ahhhh! Yes! Yes! I'm coming, too! Oh, my love! I'm riding your marvelous prick and feeling your come in my cunt! I'M COMING!"
Her orgasm erupted within her, radiating from her clitoris to encompass her cunt, her womb, her labes, her asshole. Slowly, lovingly, her legs came sliding down his hips, making every inch a caress along his tense thighs and down the calves of his slender legs until she was lying flat again.
"Am I hurting you, Mother? My weight on top of you like this, I mean?"
"Oh, no," she murmured into the clean scent of his hair. "No, my darling—I love your body on mine."
And to prove it, she brought her legs together, sliding her calves under his and closing her thighs to hold his incomparable prick trapped within the hot glove of her cunt. Betty pillowed her son's face in the curve of her throat and held him near, feeling her tits move against his smooth chest as she breathed.
It was perfection for her, the adoring son and the loving mother blended in matchless intimacy, their juices mixing, their skin and flesh and oils together in the closest possible coupling. He needed her again, perhaps even more than he had needed her when he was a baby. She thought she'd lost him to his too-swift manhood, but now he was back with her, craving her comfort and the warmth she could give him.
It wasn't bad, Betty told herself; something so wonderful couldn't possibly be bad or evil. It was the purest kind of love. It was so beautiful that she wanted to cling to him for all time.
She lay on the floor of the bathroom, her only son atop her body with his young cock still balls deep inside her pussy, her cunt-lips tight around the round, slim staff, a warm overflow of their mixed fluids seeping ever so slightly into the compressed crack of her ass.
And Betty Maddox knew that this was only a beginning, that they would go on and on to explore each other's bodies, to seek and find all the forbidden delights that incestuous flesh could offer.