Chapter 2
Olga tried to remain calm and keep an expressionless face as her only son and their neighbors' little girl walked downstairs. When she'd heard the cries, she'd been a bit upset, but had assumed Lars was with a girl his own age. But Cindy was so young!
"Hi, Mrs. Johansen," Cindy said brightly. She was holding Lars' hand and he didn't seem to mind.
"Hello, Cindy."
"Hi, Mom," Lars said. "All finished shopping?"
She nodded. "Yes. With prices so high, it doesn't take long to spend all you take. I can imagine how tough newly married couples must have it, now."
Cindy excused herself and said goodbye. Lars walked her to the door and kissed her. Olga regretted her transparent remark immediately. It wasn't like her to say such things, and she wondered if she were just jealous of her son's affections. Many mothers were, she knew, and it was easy for a widow to become too dependent on her children.
Later, at supper, Lars had to remind himself not to stare so obviously at his mother's huge tits. Still, the tautness of her blouse over her giant tits was enough to make a saint's mouth water.
When Lars thought she wasn't looking, he studied her fat tits, switching from one heavy, thrusting jug to the other. He dreamed of fondling and kissing them. Cindy's apple-sized tits were nice, but his mother's mammoth tits were great!
Olga felt her face slowly heat up as she left the table and served desert. She pretended to be concerned only with what she was doing, but she'd seen Lars staring at her big tits. As she sat the slice of pie in front of him, she saw there was a lump in the front of his pants. She was shocked that her own son had become excited by her body, and she wished that she hadn't unbuttoned the front of her blouse to offset the kitchen's heat.
Olga knew she was overly developed, at least compared to the fashion models in popular magazines, but Svend, her late husband, had always said that he liked something to "hold on to" when he was "riding" her. Oh, God! It had been so long since she'd been fucked.
She knew without looking that the fleshy upper curves of her large, creamy tits were showing. She blamed herself for raising Lars in America. In the old country, he'd have been fucking at an early age, and wouldn't have had time to give his mother a second glance. Still, Olga was proud that she had such a handsome, intelligent son. And, she rationalized, his looking at her tits didn't hurt anyone. In fact, it was nice to know that she was still capable of attracting a young man's eye. But if she let on she knew he was looking, he would be terribly embarrassed, and things would never be the same between them again.
When it was nearly bedtime, Lars prepared their usual cup of a new, minty coffee. Then he went to his bedroom and took off his clothes. Tomorrow she'd find the porno mags, but tonight he'd gathered up enough courage to jerk off where she'd be sure to see him.
He left his door slightly open and stretched on on his bed. His feet faced the door. When he heard his mother's footsteps, Lars fisted his already stiff prick and began pumping it.
"Ahh, uhhh . . . " he groaned.
Olga was in the darkened hall when she heard her son moan. She saw the strip of light from his partially open door. When she heard him sigh again, she realized there was something odd in the sound. For some reason, instead of knocking and asking if he was all right, she quietly walked up and peered through the crack.
She suppressed a gasp. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, and didn't know what she should do. Leaving never occurred to her. Why should Lars have to masturbate? she wondered. Had she been wrong about what he and Cindy had been doing?
Olga couldn't help thinking about Svend's prick as she stared at her son's huge cock. It was so big, he probably couldn't get it into Cindy, she thought, thinking she had found the reason for his need to play with his prick.
His nuts bounced under his pumping fist, young and swollen, looking like two golden-fuzzed golf balls. Her eyes crept up his long shaft to his bloated cock-head. It was dark and fat and shiny, and long strings of pre-cum ran from the wide-open slit at his broad tip.
The more Olga watched, the more excited she became. She'd been without a man so long, she'd almost forgotten what a hard prick sliding into her cunt felt like. Before she could stop herself, she imagined what a struggle there'd be trying to cram that massive prick into her long-unused cunt. Shocked by her own needs, Olga parted her legs and squeezed her cunt through her dress.
"Oooh," she gasped, feeling her hot twat-juice ooze through the thin material. She was leaking already, something that hadn't happened in ages. Usually, she had to finger herself a bit to get excited.
As she watched her teenage son's hand sliding up and down over his throbbing cock, she bunched her dress up about her waist and pulled her panties down to her knees. Squatting slightly, she reached for her cunt. Great waves of pleasure surged through her as she stirred her fat, sticky cunt-folds and disturbed her buried clit. With trembling fingers, she undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse and ran her other hand over the upper curves of her tits as they rose above the top of her bra.
Warning herself against making any noise that would alert Lars to her presence, she unhooked her bra and leaned forward a bit. It came loose and her heavy tits jumped forward, their large, dark nipples already hard and wrinkled, pointing boldly forward.
While staring at her son's huge cock, she cupped one creamy tit and shoved it up to her face. Her lips searched for the nipple and found it. She loved the feeling of her hard, rubbery nipple in her mouth, and her nipple loved it, too. She ran her tongue over the goose-pimpled aureole as she finger-fucked herself and watched her son beating his meat with a vengeance.
"Oh, Lars," she mumbled into her fat tit as she heard him grunt and saw his jism flying a good two feet into the air. The white bullets landed on his belly and chest, gathering into pearly puddles. She licked her dry lips as she remembered the taste of Svend's cum.
Suddenly frightened by her excitement and depravity, she pulled her fingers from her cunt before she could come. Her tit-tip slipped from her slack lips, and her tit bounced heavily on her chest. "Oh, Lars, Lars," she groaned. Her knees were weak and she felt like crawling to her son, hugging him lovingly as a mother.
But her unsatisfied cunt needed a lover.
Choking back a sob, she pulled up her panties and practically ran into her room. She was sure she would spend a sleepless night alone in her big bed.
In his room, Lars shook off the last few drops of cum from his prick. It had been more exciting than he'd realized, jacking off while his mother watched him. He felt confident that, if nothing else, he'd succeeded in making her stop thinking of him as a little boy. He looked at his cum covered chest and belly. Jeez, he must've dumped a pint of the stuff! His balls were sore, too. But he still felt horny. He knew if his mother called to him, he'd be hard for her as fast as if he hadn't come twice already!
He rested a while, then got up and wiped himself off. He was just about to put on his pajamas when he heard a funny noise from his mother's room. He slipped quietly into the hall and listened. Yes, a fast-paced, rhythmic sound, like Cindy had made humping his mattress. His mother was jerking off!
Quickly, he went to her door and peered through the keyhole. After all, he thought, fair's fair. But her room was so dark, all he could see was the vague outline of her raised knees and some movement at the top of her thighs. He realized this was the pumping of her fingers.
Watching him had really turned her on, he thought. But how could he redirect the focus of her lust from self-abuse to fucking with him? He grinned suddenly and backed a few steps away from her door.
"Mom? Mom!" he called.
There was silence for a few moments, then "Yes?" from behind her door.
"Did you hear any funny noises just a minute ago?" he asked.
"No," Olga answered, feeling her face burning with embarrassment. "Maybe... maybe it was the wind."
Lars said goodnight and walked to his room. That ought to finish her for the night, he thought. She'd be afraid to jerk off now, worried that he might hear her. And that would mean she would be even hornier tomorrow morning when she found his porno mags.
And Lars intended to select those magazines very carefully.
The next day, Lars was up and out of the house early, and Olga heaved a sigh of relief. She could hardly look at him in the face after , last night. Imagine! Peeping at her own son! She had to put a tighter rein on her lust, that was for sure.
Unsuspectingly, she strolled into Lars' room and began making the bed. Something rustled under the mattress when she pulled on the sheets, and she slipped a hand under it to find out what it was. She pulled out a handful of thin magazines.
It took her a second to realize what it was she was holding. The magazines dropped on the bed as she gasped. She turned her head and looked guiltily at the door. Then she remembered that Lars had gone out. She looked at the magazines again.
Somehow, it had never occurred to her that Lars would have a cache of erotic material, but now that she had found it, she realized that it was normal for a boy his age. The cover of the first magazine caught her eye. It was titled "Pussy Lickers," and a full-color cover left nothing to the imagination. She turned the page and saw fat, hairy cunts speared by long, pink tongues. She kept turning the pages. Shaven cunts, thin cunts, fat cunts, young cunts swam before her, all juicy with saliva from slick tongues. She felt her own cunt getting wet.
The next magazine was worse. It was titled simply "Incest" and featured young boys with older women. Olga's heart raced as she saw some pencil notations around the margins of certain photos.
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, and sat heavily on the bed.
She couldn't believe what she was reading! Lars, her own son, a ... a sex maniac? She continued to read, and her lips unconsciously formed the words she was reading. Soon, she was reading aloud: "Mom's pussy probably looks like this one. Bet it's a lot prettier! Her hair's more blonde. I'll bet she has a fatter cunt. Wonder what it tastes like?
"These tits are almost as big as Mom's, but hers are a lot rounder. Wish a guy could keep sucking his mother's tits when he isn't a baby!
"This is the prettiest asshole in the book, but Mom's got to have a nicer one! Blonde's don't usually have much hair, so maybe Mom's is really hairless! Wonder what it'd be like kissing her bung? I know she's real clean. If she'd let me do it, I know she'd like it."
Olga stopped reading and closed her mouth. Then she closed her eyes. She just couldn't stand to read any more. Her own son, sitting across the table from her every day, talking with her about school, or movies, and all the time thinking to himself such thoughts! Even wondering about kissing her asshole. Even Svend had never done that.
Not wanting to, but unable to help herself, Olga looked at the covers of the other magazines. She had to know if Lars' perversions ended with incest, or if there was something worse.
"Butt Fuckers," she read aloud, then "Cock-Sucking Mamas." She shuddered, and looked at the last magazine. "Oh, God!" she cried, and dropped it. It was titled "Mother Fuckers." The magazine fell open to a well-worn page. It showed a somewhat opulent, older woman on her knees while a young boy knelt behind her. She was holding her ass apart, exposing the brown wrinkle of her asshole. The boy's slender, white cock was probing the center of that forbidden ring. Above their heads, someone had printed "Mom" and "Lars." The woman's hair and snatch had been filled in with a yellow marking pen.
Lars' face swam before Olga's watering eyes. She shivered and pressed the mound of her cunt with the ball of one fist. Her other hand clutched the end of one fat tit. To think that he was obsessed with shoving that mammoth cock in every available hole she possessed!
Hurriedly, she stripped off her skirt and blouse and unfastened her bra. Her tits tumbled out and wobbled heavily on her chest. She saw herself in the mirror over the dresser and tried to imagine that she was Lars looking at her naked body. She studied her large tits, noting their heavy thrust. Her large nipples pointed up and slightly to one side, and her soft belly was firm and sexily curved. There still wasn't an ounce of fat around her hips, she thought, and dropped her eyes to her golden cunt.
Rolling her hips forward to accent the thrust of her pussy-mound, she saw that the curls at the bottom were damp and shiny. She was dripping again! Slowly, she turned, studying her slender body from every angle. Her ass was generous, but not too large for the rest of her. And, in profile, her gigantic tits were as firm and upstanding as any tits that size could be.
She was beginning to understand her son's unnatural interest in her body. She massaged both her tits in front of the mirror, then licked them in turn and sucked their fat tips into her mouth. Her blonde cunt was really dripping now, and she soon turned her attention to it.
"Uhhhh," she groaned as the figure in the mirror obscenely parted the fat, pink lips between her legs and strummed her clit gently.
When the sensations became too strong, she slipped her fingers down to her gushing hole. Her gaze fell upon the magazines on the bed reflected in the mirror. She turned her head and squat-waddled over to them, never missing a stroke of her juicy cunt-hole. Slowly, she leafed through them until she found the one describing her asshole. She looked at it, and the longer she looked, the more attractive that asshole seemed.
Suddenly, she had to know if hers really was prettier, as Lars had assured himself it was. Shifting her ass toward the mirror, she used both hands to spread her full, white cheeks as she leaned forward. Her asshole appeared, glistening under its coating of cunt-juice, and throbbed obscenely as she looked in the mirror over her shoulder.
Slowly, she allowed a finger to stretch toward it. She shuddered as its tip touched the tight, sensitive ring of her asshole, and little tremors crossed her fleshy cheeks. She sent the fingers of her other hand back to her cunt.
Soon, she felt the start of a tremendous orgasm building in her cunt. Her finger had slipped just a fraction of an inch inside her smooth ass. Her other hand was diddling her stiff clit. She opened her mouth and started panting like a bitch in heat.
Her tits were heaving heavily on her chest and her nipples burned and itched for another pair of hands or a mouth to pay attention to them. Olga was perspiring now, and she groaned as the slippery finger working at her ass slipped in to the first knuckle.
"Uhh!" She'd never felt so stretched back there, although she knew her finger wasn't really that big. And surely larger things had passed out from her asshole.
She fell back on the bed alongside the porno mags and stared at the picture of the boy about to bugger the woman labeled "Mom" by her son. She spread her legs widely, arched her back so her asscheeks trembled inches off the bed, and thrust two fingers high into her creaming hole.
"Lars?" a familiar voice called. The name registered somewhere in the back of Olga's mind, but she was in a dream world from which it was difficult to emerge.
"Lars?" The voice was louder, and suddenly she heard a startled "Ohh!"
Olga opened her eyes and gasped. She pulled her hands from her cunt and ass and tried to hide her wobbling tits and wet cunt.
Cindy was standing open-mouthed in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock. She started to back away.
"Wait!" Olga cried. "Cindy, wait! Please!"
She couldn't let the girl go without being sure she'd keep quiet about what she'd seen. The mother remembered her son's magazines. She couldn't let anyone see what Lars had written in them. Ignoring her nakedness, she gathered up the porno mags and shoved them back under the mattress. Then she faced the girl.
"I-I'm sorry, Mrs. Johansen," Cindy stammered, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I-I thought Lars was here ..."
"Oh, Cindy!" Olga cried. "I feel so ashamed. Can-can you understand that it- it's natural when someone's . . . lonely . . . to, to do something like that?"
Cindy nodded. "I know Lars' father died a long time ago," the young girl said. She giggled. "I get horny, too," she confessed. "And I've never had a husband."
"You-you won't mention this to anyone, will you, Cindy?"
Cindy smiled. "Why should I do that, Mrs. Johansen? Even if I didn't like you, I wouldn't do that to my boyfriend's mother. Anyway, I do it a lot, too." She giggled again. "It's a lot of fun, isn't it?"
Olga was embarrassed, but she couldn't help smiling at the girl's frankness. "You're very grown up for your age, Cindy," she said. "I wish I could admit things as easily as you."
Cindy smiled, flattered by Lars' mother's words. "You know," she said, "everybody makes jokes about mother-in-laws, but I think you'd make a pretty good one."