Chapter 2
When the door swung open, Donna felt a strange quiver race up her spine. For the longest time she couldn't even speak when she saw her son. Instead, she let her eyes trail over his half-naked body.
He was even taller than his father, but where Bill looked god-like, Wayne was very down to earth in his sensuality. He exuded a maleness she found deliciously exciting.
"Oh ... . hi, Mom," the nineteen-year-old said, looking slightly disappointed. "I ... I thought you were someone else."
"Who were you expecting at three?" Donna asked, trying to make herself sound happier than she was. She then lowered her eyes, noting a thick bulge in his crotch. She almost laughed suddenly, thinking of the hundreds of times she'd diapered him, and how she wished now she had the power to pull open those cut-offs to once more see what he had. "Anyone I know?" she added, walking past him and into the messy apartment.
"Anne," he replied. He closed the door, then fell sideways, just barely catching himself. "She left me," he said. "Shed ... I mean, she said I didn't have no ... uh, any order in my lice. My life."
"You're drunk," Donna said, not unkindly.
"As Cooter Brown," he said stupidly.
"Well, where's the booze?" Donna asked, moving a half-eaten sandwich off the couch before sitting down. "I want to catch up. I've left your father. He has too much order in his life."
Wayne shook his head, unable to comprehend anything she'd said, past asking for something to drink. He laughed suddenly, remembering Anne standing there earlier, her hands on her hips. She had actually said, "What a dump!"
As he giggled and moved awkwardly around the apartment looking for the bottle, Donna studied her son more carefully. The hard angles of his body seemed almost to glow with warmth. She wondered what it would be like to be a young girl his age and to feel the dark masculinity wrapping around her body.
"I . . . I need that drink," she said desperately, swallowing hard. "Where is it?"
"Well, if I had some more cocksucking order in my life," Wayne began, holding onto the back of a chair with one hand for support.
"Just settle down," Donna grinned, seeing the bottle. "I'll get it,"
She poured herself a large drink in a dirty glass, then bolted the liquid in one gulp. Quickly, she poured another, but before she could set the bottle back down, it was wrenched from her hand. Wayne took it and rammed the end of it to his mouth, clicking his teeth. He spilled more than he drank, leaving several streams of glistening, amber-colored fluid running down his sculptured chest.
"Hey, take it easy," Donna said, taking a sip of her second drink. She reached out and wiped the liquid off her son's chest. "Oh ... I guess we'd better both take it easy."
"You left Dad?" Wayne said suddenly, trying to focus.
"I think so," Donna giggled, feeling the effects of the drink. "Aren't we a pair? Shit, we belong together and they belong together, right?"
"Sheems thash way," Wayne grinned, falling forward. They both tumbled to the carpet, his body sprawled over hers. "Oh ... sit! I... I mean, shit!" he said, his mouth just inches from hers.
Suddenly, they both felt a dream-like quality filter around them. They were no longer mother and son, but merely a man and a woman, each very aware of the other. Donna felt the surging warmth of his prick as it throbbed to life, the steady beat of his heart. Wayne became almost painfully aware of the rubbery projections of her tits against his chest, the firm mound of her cunt.
Without thinking of the consequences, and merely reacting to the chemistry of their bodies, their lips touched. An electric-Iike spasm jolted their loins at the same time, welding their bodies together.
"Oh . . . I want you," Donna said, kissing her son passionately.
"I want you!" Wayne said, returning his mother's feverish passion.
The boy slipped both hands down her firm, ripened body and hiked her skirt up. As the hem surrounded her waist, he fingered the waistband of her lace panties, then yanked them down. As his thumb brushed against the slick fur of her cunt, he felt his insides turn to butter.
"Oh . . . yes," Donna gasped, raking her nails over his broad, smooth back. "God ... yes!"
Wayne quickly removed his cut-offs, then planted his knees between her thighs. Her blouse was now open wide, revealing the twin mounds of her perfectly shaped tits, the coral-colored nipples vibrating.
"Mother . . . fuck!" he gasped suddenly, his mind taking a slight hold on reality. "What are we ... doing!"
"Motherfuck is right," Donna said, pushing his head down on her tits. "You're going to fuck me, son. You're going to fuck your mother's pussy into a million pieces!"
Even if Wayne had wanted to stop, he couldn't have controlled himself. Already his cock was rock hard, the tip of it moving toward the tiny, puckered opening of her cunt, drawn there as if by a magnet. And when he tasted the perfumed aroma of her firm flesh, his nuts seemed to explode.
"Oh . . .God!" he groaned, punching forward with his hips. His cockhead seared into the sucking warmth of her cunt, stretching the fluttering muscles apart. Then, as the oval-shaped head glided farther inward, he felt the rim of her opening suck around his shaft like a mouth. "Jesus. . .
fucking . . . Godt" he barked, his nuts throbbing. "Ohhhhhhh!" Donna screamed, kissing the top of his head. For a moment it was as if she'd felt her first prick. Perhaps it was because he was so huge! Big—maybe even bigger than his father. Her guts immediately turned to butter, sending a sweeping sensation of ecstasy up and down her cunt tunnel. "I'm . . . fucking you, Mom," Wayne gurgled, forcing himself to say the words. "I'm fucking my cock inside you and licking your tits."
"Mmmmmmm, I know," Donna said, her orgasm building wildly at the back of her pussy. "And , . . and I love it! Fuck me hard, son!"
Wayne withdrew his meaty prick until just the end of it buzzed between her tightly constricted cuntlips. He held himself there for several seconds, arching, then relaxing his back. Finally, he poked forward with his hulking weight, blasting the back of her cunt with one punch.
"Jesus ... you've got the sweetest, hottest little pussy, Mom," he gasped against her nipples. "I ... I know I shouldn't do this. I should stop.
But. .. but..."
His words were lost as he bit into the taut texture of her tits. He withdrew again and slipped back inside, this time more quickly. Within a matter of a few short seconds he was ramming in and out for all he was worth, their bodies slapping together noisily.
"Fuck me . . .God, fuck me good!" Donna shrieked. She'd never felt anything like this before, and certainly never so quickly. Her climax was now a gigantic pressure just a couple of inches from her opening, held back from bursting by what seemed-a thin, balloon-like membrane. When it exploded, she knew it would be the best orgasm any woman could know. "Give ... it to me!" she panted, her face contorting, turning ashen. "God . . . God .. .God.
"Unhhhhhh!" Wayne gasped, slamming forward, scooting them both along the carpet a few inches. He grabbed her shoulders and yanked her body downward. At the same time, he planted his toes into the carpet and banged forward. "Take . . . it," he groaned, feeling her pussy throb wildly around the root of his cock.
"Aieeeeeee!" Donna yelled, flinching in a paroxysm of pure, raw pleasure. Her orgasm burst, seemed to re-collect, then exploded once more. Then, as her ecstasy peaked, her entire body was flooded with electric warmth, every cell vibrating, pulsating with release.
"Oh . . .Jesus," Wayne groaned, unable to believe how tight her cunt had grown. It was now sucking on his cock like a mouth, creating a vacuum, pulling him savagely inside. "Eat. . .
it in your pussy, Mom," he moaned, making one last attempt at holding back his cum load. "Take my big dick and fuck it right up your cunt!"
As new, even more wonderful convulsions of climax riddled her insides, Donna felt her son's cock expand, grow to what seemed twice its already monstrous size. Soon, her cunt was being stretched painfully, and she felt as if the surfaces of her cunt walls were being pricked by a million icy-hot needles.
"Ready . . . for some hot... cream?" Wayne gasped, moving his mouth to the hollow of her throat. "Oh . . .God, Mother . . . stop me, please. I'm gonna . .'. gonna ..."
"Do it!" Donna begged. She didn't care what happened now. Nothing mattered. Nothing but the size of his cock, the anticipation of having his thick cum boiling into her pussy. "Give it to me, you big-dicked bastard! Shove my cunt full of hot jizz! I... I want it! I... I ... aieeeeeee!"
Her words exploded in a scream like that of a dying panther. Her orgasm suddenly exploded with raw fury, bordering on pain. She bucked her body upward until she thought her spine would snap. And as pleasure turned to molten torture, she felt his cockhead burst with fiery convulsions.
"Unh . . . take it, you cocksucking bitch!" Wayne barked, hammering in the first of his cum.
The shooting wads of jism splattered the back of her cunt, then boiled back around his plunging meat. "Oh . . . sweet fucking Jesus . . .take my cum and fuck it up your hole, whore!"
As Donna felt the blasting of his jism, she eouldn't imagine being closer to another human being. Wayne was a part of her flesh and blood, and now he was an even greater part. Their very souls seemed to unite, culminating in a raw passion, a total love.
"Godddddd!" she wailed, her release so powerful she felt as if the very universe had exploded.
"Unh . . , all of it, Mother," Wayne gasped, punching in more of his cum load. He could now feel the sticky streams ooze from the bottom of her cunt and glue the loose folds of skin that surrounded his nuts to the insides of her thighs.
As his climax peaked violently, he seemed to draw on some reserve strength. He began banging . [ and slamming brutally, almost as if he were trying to return to the womb.
Finally, when the last of his massive load tore from the end of his cock and filled her cunt, he fell into an exhausted heap, squirming his ass around, darting his tongue in and out of her mouth.
"What. . . have we done?" he asked softly. "Sweet. . . Jesus, what have we done?"
"Are you sorry?" Donna wondered. Even now, when her passions had been totally satisfied, and she felt more sober, she experienced no guilt.
"No," Wayne said, his voice tender, loving. "That's just it. I. . .I don't feel sorry at all. It's just that I've hurt you, and I didn't want to do that."
"Hurt me?" Donna asked, puzzled. "How do you mean?" "Well, if I hadn't been drunk and attacked you ..."
"I think we attacked each other," Donna grinned.
"You mean, you wanted ...?"
"Yes, I wanted it," she finished for him. "And I want it again. Mmmmmmm, and again and again and. . ."