Chapter 5
She had enjoyed talking to him so much about sex, that she had almost overlooked the fact that he had an enormous hard-on.
"Honey," she said, "what are we going to do about this?"
"You mean the cock that won't, go down," he laughedi
"Precisely lover," she smiled. "You need some more action."
She stroked it a few times, and then he smiled at her.
"I'd like to stick it in you," he said. "I think it would be a lot of fun."
"I know it would darling," she smiled at him. "I'm ready when you are."
He looked at her curiously and smiled.
"Why are you smiling?" she asked him.
"Because," he said, "there are so many things I'd like you to do to me."
"Like what?" she smiled.
"Oh I'd like to feel of your breasts with my butt,".he laughed.
"Well go ahead, honey, if you want to," she said. "Do what you want."
Peeling that there were no inhibitions, to anything that he wanted to do, Jeff felt relaxed and it didn't take him long to try something different.
He straddled her and slowly eased his buttocks over her breasts. As she felt his firm round buttocks touching her breasts, she enjoyed the sensation. He gingerly lifted himself up and down.
"Oh that's a nice massage," she said. "Something different."
"I think it feels good too," he smiled.
As he massaged his buttocks against her breasts, she saw his cock getting larger and larger.
"I have to do something about those balls," she said.
"What do you want to do with my nuts?" he smiled.
"Oh I would enjoy licking them," she smiled, "and then I'd appreciate it if you'd drop them in my mouth. I think I could give you some excitement that way."
"If you would do that," he assured her, "I know I would get excited."
He didn't have to talk much longer in order to convince her. Her tongue began licking along the length of his cockshaft. Then he moved over her so his genitals were over her face. She reached up and massaged his buttocks.
"Lower yourself honey," she said, "and I'll lick your asscheeks."
Jeff lowered himself and she gingerly let her tongue slide around his bare behind.
"Oh that feels real good," he said.
He manipulated his body so one moment his behind was over her face, and then his balls were swinging in front of her. She was fascinated with his big balls and could hardly wait to lick them. She wanted to see if they would get larger in her mouth, since she had observed when she was doing the same thing to her son's testicles, that they did get bigger.
"Oh lick those nuts," he told her excitedly, "yes honey, lick them."
Her hot tongue swiped against them, and he became more and more excited.
"Oh wow!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. "I like that honey."
Soon her mouth was opening and she was taking them in. He got first one ball in and then the other.
"Now grab my cock and squeeze it," he ordered her.
She was happy to comply with his request.
She gripped his penis, and squeezed while she licked his balls in her mouth.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "I love that."
He was enjoying it immensely and so was she.
"Oh love me, baby," he begged her. "Love me."
They were enjoying it immensely now, and there was nothing that she could do about stopping. He wanted it more every minute.
"Oh baby," he begged her, "keep that action going."
The pleasure was building to a passionate pitch.
"Oh, I love those nuts," he said. "I love them when you lick them."
He was amazed what fantastic sensations she could create. It wasn't going to be much longer now, and she was going to be going up the length of his penis.
Letting his balls ease out of her mouth, she slowly licked the underside of his penal shaft. Then she licked at the sensitive glans portion of the penis.
"Glom onto my cock," he told her excitedly.
It didn't take her long to slip her mouth on it and hang in there.
"Oh wow!" he gasped excitedly. "Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Yes, baby, now you're giving it to me."
The passionate pleasure was building and building. The sensations that her mouth and her teeth and her tongue were generating in his genital organs surprised him.
"You sure give good head honey," he complimented her.
She nodded as she couldn't reply. Her mouth was too busy.
"Now honey," he said, "let me slide it around your throat. But I don't want to shoot. I want to hold it back baby, so I can slip it into your j pussy and give you a wild fucking."
She liked the way that he did it eagerly. He was trying to go about it casually and not get too stimulated. For Jeff realized that if he got his rocks off here, he would never derive the pleasure that he might if he could wait and slip it into her vagina and having her gripping it tightly there.
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "This is too much."
Suddenly he was getting there.
"Fuck," he said. "Fuck."
He withdrew just as the stickly semen started to surface at the slit of his cockhead.
He pulled down there, his eyes wild with excitement and lusty desire.
"Oh baby," he told her excitedly, "are we going to have fun!"
He smoothly slid his penis into her vagina.
"I'm going to fuck you honey," he smiled.
He stabbed it into her, and she shoved forward. Her vagina muscles gripped his sliding penis tightly.
"Oh Jeff," she smiled, "I love this. You sure know how to give me a good fuck. Oh baby, fuck, fuck baby, fuck."
She was begging for it now and he was driving in there rapidly.
"Keep it going honey," she told him. "Yes baby, yes baby. That's the way to do it. Now you're fucking. Oh, I love it."
He was pumping it into her, in hard rapid thrusts.
"Oh fuck it," she begged him, "fuck baby, fuck me, baby."
Her hands were all over his body now. Her hot hands smoothly slid from his back down to her behind.
"He told her, "Slip a finger in there, honey."
She was toying around his anus. Suddenly she slid a finger up there.
"Way up in my asshole," he begged. "Yes. Now you're doing it, that's the way I like it. Oh yes."
He was ramming it to her good now and she was loving every throbbing moment of it.
"Fuck it baby," he told her, "fuck. Fuck it baby, fuck. Oh yes baby, fuck, fuck."
She was getting it alright, the way that she wanted it.
"Oh wow," he gasped excitedly. "That's beautiful. Yes baby, that's the way I like it."
The sensational cockstabbing action continued. Every moment was bringing them more excitement, more pleasure.
"Oh I like that," he cried ecstatically. "I like that, baby. Keep it up honey."
The pleasure was building as she continued.
"Yes baby," he told her, "you know how to give a man a good time. I'll tell you that. You've got a nice tight pussy. You keep it well oiled."
The natural lubrication from her vagina walls helped him. He could stab it in superbly.
"It's not going to be much longer now baby," he said as his knees bore down in the mattress.
"Oh I love the feel of your ass while I'm getting it," she exclaimed. "It's fantastic baby. Yes baby, that's the way. Keep it going."
He poured it into her with added steam. "Fuck me," she cried. "Fuck baby, fuck. Yes, fuck it. Now baby, now!"
Suddenly the rock hard cock exploded within , her. She ground her hips around, and was so stimulated she could hardly stand it.
"Oh baby," she gasped, "that's what I wanted. That's what I needed."
She juiced a second later. She clasped him tightly as his asscheeks flexed.
"Oh Jeff baby," she said squeezing his ass, "I loved it, loved it."
He continued shooting in her, until he had completed his cum.
"Beautiful," she smiled, "what a fuck." Little did she realize as handsome young Jeff pulled his mainstem out of her mound that her son had been standing by in the hall. He had been grasping his penis and stroking it slowly. He was tortured and tormented now as he didn't want to get it off with his hands. He was beyond the hand job action, he wanted to move on to better things, but he couldn't now. Mom was too busy with the man that he had brought home for her.
He kicked himself over and over for such stupidity.
"Well I'd better get going," Jeff said. "I want to get home before Brian's mother comes home." "Thatfs right," she said. "I've got to clear out of here too."
"Why don't you come with me?" he said. "We could go to some motel and fuck all night" For a moment the idea appealed to her. She was thrilled and excited at the idea that the face mask had worked so well. The make-up job had done the trick. Even though he recognized she was a little older, he was still crazy enough about her to want her in a motel to ball her. "Thank you, but no," she said. "Why not?" he demanded. "Why the fuck not?" "My husband Leonard woudn't appreciate it," she explained. "Dammit, you would have to be married," he said.
It made her son extremely happy that she had turned him off for more sex. It would have really killed him if he thought he would never get his rocks off with her.
Jeff began dressing and she looked at him longingly.
"Maybe we can get together again," she said. "Give me your phone number, baby," he said, "and I'll check you out. Tell me when your old man isn't home, and I'll call then."
"Thank you darling," she said, "but you'd better do it through Brian."
"What's this hang-up you've got with Brian?" he demanded.
"I enjoy balling him," she said. "He's excellent."
"Well I wouldn't think he would be at all," he told her.
Brian who was standing in the hall was so angry to hear his buddy betraying him like this he wanted to step in and throw a fist in his face. But he decided against it. He figured that
.he might let the cat out of the bag. All he would need to do is step into the scene and have her say son and let him say Mom, then the truth would be out about their incest relationship.
He couldn't risk that. He slid his cock back into his shorts and zipped up his fly and tiptoed upstairs.
Meantime Jeff got dressed. Jan knew that she had to get dressed too. So she got dressed and pretended she would be leaving a moment or two later. "Well," he said, "I'll drop you off any place." "Well thank you," she said, "but I would prefer taking a taxi."
"You sure like to make yourself out as quite a secret fucker, don't you?" he said.
All at once the wig got caught and fell off. "My gosh," he exclaimed, "you're wearing a wig."
"What's it to you?" she said. "Well," he said, "I thought you were a little more honest. I noticed you had plenty of heavy-make-up and those ridiculous eyelashes and green eyeshadow. But I never figured you had a wig too. I'm glad to know those bosoms are the real thing, and your pussy was nice and tight. Did you put some alum in it?" "What kind of a question is that?" she said. As she became more angry, the facial mask that she was wearing began losing its tightness.
"My gosh," he exclaimed. "It looks like your face is falling apart. You're an old dame. Your hair, it looks stringy. It doesn't look like much. All you've got is a body."
"Wasn't that all you wanted?" she said. "You couldn't fuck anything else, could you?"
"Well I sure got taken in," he said. "Good thing I didn't pay for it."
"Get the hell out of here," she stormed.
"Gladly," he said. "Before you give me any more surprises. Maybe I'll find out you've got an artificial pussy."
"Get out of here," she yelled at him. "Do you hear me?"
Upstairs, her young son could hear the commotion. He couldn't help but be concerned about what was happening. He didn't dare step down now, but he waited until Jeff was gone.
She locked the door and then she went over to the sofa and began sobbing. He went downstairs and put his hand on her shoulder.
"What's the matter Mom?" he asked her.
"That damned bastard Jeff," she snapped. "Where did you ever meet him?"
"At school," he said quietly. "What did he do to you?"
"Oh my wig fell off," she said, "and he began making fun of me. And when I got angry my mask slipped."
"I told you Mom, it was a risky thing to pre- tend what you, were pretending," he told her frankly.
"Well I guess it was," she said. "I wanted to have an illusion one night."
"But when the illusion blows up like bubbles, and the truth emerges, then you feel pretty lousy, don't you?" he asked. "Yes," she exclaimed. "I do. I feel awful." "Mom," he smiled. "I love you." She threw her arms around him and suddenly he felt strong and like a mature man. "I was watching you," he admitted. She pulled away from him and glared. "You were a Peeping Tom," she said. "I knew someone was watching. I could just feel those eyes on me."
"Oh don't be so uptight Mom," he said, "it was a lot of fun to watch you fuck."
"Well if you want to watch me fuck so bad," she said angrily, "I should have mirrors in the bedroom." "Not a bad idea," he told her. Together they went into her bedroom. "Take off everything honey," she said, "Mother wants to give you a rub-down."
"I didn't know you could give a massage, Mom," he said in surprise. "You'd be surprised what I can do," she chuckled.
It didn't take him long to get his clothes off. And as he lay there naked on the bed, she walked over and sat down.
"A little oil on your back, baby," she said, "will ease the tension."
She poured some oil in her hand and then massaged his back. As she smoothed her hands over his buttocks, she became more and more intrigued with the idea of sex with him.
"Oh son," she exclaimed, "you have such a beautiful body."
She was eager for action and so was he. She let her hands wander down to his firm round behind. Then with both hands she kneaded and massaged him and squeezed.
"Slip your hand down there between the crack in my ass Mom," he told her, "and get that prostate massaged."
She slid her hand down there where he told her. She enjoyed the feeling of it there, as it was the seat of his manhood. She massaged vigorously, and soon he was hot.
"Oh that feels good," he told her. "Real good." The pleasure was mounting now and she was going out of her mind with the eagerness to have sex with him.
"I've got an idea," she smiled, "I'll just oil my breasts and massage your buttocks."
She oiled her naked bosoms, and let them slip over his asscheeks.
"Oh that's great," he told her, "that feels beautiful."
The pleasure was building. "Oh squeeze my ass with your bosoms," he told her.
She continued crushing her bosoms against his asscheeks and he was getting more and more stimulated.
"Oh Mom you're beautiful," he panted with pleasure.
It wasn't going to be much longer now and she knew it. The sudden pleasure that surged through her body was building.
"Oh wow!" he panted, as he felt her licking his asscheeks.
"What do you want now Mom?" he smiled. "You know what I want," she said. "Turn over and I'll turn on." He flipped over and she reached for his penis. "Oh that's a hard cock honey," she smiled. "I sure like it."
She massaged it eagerly now and he was more and more stimulated.
"Keep that going, baby," he told her. "That's what I like."
She licked his testicles while she played with his penis. He loved the action.
"Oh Mom," he panted, "keep doing it. That's beautiful. Lick up there."
She licked the underside of his shaft, and slipped her mouth smoothly over the end of it.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's what I like. Yes, Mom, now you're doing it."
The pleasure mounted every moment. He knew it wouldn't be much longer now.
"Gobble it," he told her, "yes baby, gobble it."
The super sensations now that charged through her body were driving her out of her mind.
"Yes honey," he told her, "that's what I like.
Come on baby, do me."
He reached for her head and guided her.
"Come on honey," he told her, "gobble it."
He was thrusting vigorously now, and she clasped it with her lips.
"That's how it's done," he gasped excitedly. "Yes, that's the way to do it."
The super sensations now that surged through his body had him quivering.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's beautiful. Keep it up."
At this point he was trembling with emotion.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "you're too much. I love this."
As she continued mouthing him, he felt the balls tingling.
"Work the balls," he told her, "work them with your hand."
She reached over and massaged his testicles.
"Keep it up," he told her. "Yes, that's the way to do it."
The fantastic pleasure that she experienced, now was creating wild excitement within her loins.
"Hang in there, honey," he told her, "for you're going to get a big load. It's going to explode in a minute, Mom." The creamy white cum did explode. "Oh wow!" he gasped. "I'm shooting. Gobble my cock. Oh yes!" Quickly she licked him off. "Oh yes," he gasped, "that's what I like." Slipping her mouth off smoothly, she smiled. "Can Mamma lock her legs around her lover?" she grinned. "Any time," he told her. She locked her legs around him and he loved it. "Yes, baby," he told her, "do it" The hot tongue pumped in there. Licking it vigorously excited him.
"Keep it up baby," he told her. "Yes, that's what I like."
She pushed her muff in his mouth and he licked in rapid fire strokes.
"Eat Mamma's pussy," she panted. "That's it honey, play with my ass. Now you're doing it."
He continued doing this, giving her more and more pleasure.
"Oh honey," she panted, "you are wonderful. Now dip in your tongue. That's the way, baby, just eat it, Jeff."
The moment she said Jeff he pulled his tongue swiftly out of her vagina.
"Don't ever mention his name again," he said. "I have a mind not to eat you."
"Oh honey," she said, "don't stop now. Mommy needs some passion."
He flicked his tongue around her slit and let it slip smoothly in there. He-stiffened it just as she told him to.
It burned him up to think that his buddy Jeff had been where he was now. He wanted to forget him and all of the traumas involved with his having sex with his Mom.
"Sweep in there, baby," she said. "Lick the sweet pussy."
As he licked quickly, he could tell that she was beginning to juice more and more.
"Oh wow!" he stammered. "That's what I like. Yes baby, now you're doing it. Oh lover, yes."
The super sensations were creating pleasure for him every second.
"Oh sweetheart," he stammered, "I love this. Yes baby, yes."
There was no doubt about it he was getting action like he had never had before.
"Eat that sticky pussy," she panted, "eat it baby, eat it."
He thrust his tongue back to her and began licking quickly.
"That's how Mamma loves it," she said. "Oh I'm cuming. Eat my pussy juice."
His tongue lapped her up eagerly.
"Oh that's wonderful," she exclaimed. "I love it, honey, I love it."
He pulled out of her and she was satisfied and relaxed. As she lay there she began talking to him seriously about the future.
"What's going to become of us darling?" she smiled at him.
"What do you mean Mom ?" he asked.
"Well you and me honey," she said. "What's going to happen to us?"
"I don't know Mom," he said. "We don't want anybody to ever know about us."
"I should say not," she said. "That would spell trouble."
"Trouble with a capital T," he told her.
Suddenly she thought she should tell him something about his father.
"I've tried to keep it a secret before dear," she said, "and I might as well tell you the truth. Your father failed me miserably sexually."
"What do you mean Mom?" he asked.
"Well I mean this dear," she explained. "I was left unsatisfied. And an unsatisfied woman becomes very confused."
"How do you mean Mom?" he asked.
"Well your father was a drinker like I said," she explained, "and with all of his drinking and all, he couldn't get it hard. So your poor mother had to have a soft cock in her."
"You mean it wasn't big and thick like mine?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "He could get it that way but he was loaded most of the time. And when a man drinks honey, that's when he's a little older, then he can't get it hard at all."
"Oh that's sad," he said nervously.
"It certainly is," she said. "And it makes me feel sick just thinking about lying there wishing I had a great big cock in me."
"But you'll never have to lie there now wishing you had that again," her son said proudly, reach- ing down and clasping his penis in his hand and his balls with his other hand.
"No darling," she said. "Thanks to your nuts and that huge cock of yours I'll be expertly taken care of."
"But what happens after I go to college?" he asked. "What do you mean dear?" she smiled. "Well I'll be meeting girls who will fuck. They say that a lot of girls in the dorms carry on. And I'll have my own chick no doubt in the dorm. It's all recommended in the magazine." "Which magazine?" she demanded. "One of the biggest ones," he said. "The name escapes me. But I read about it."
"Well that's just awful," she said. "Think of them doing things like that on the campus."
"I don't think it's awful," he said. "I'd have to go to a whorehouse if they didn't have a whorehouse right at school."
"That's not a nice way to talk dear," she said. "Don't you have any character ?"
"Sure I've got character," he said. "But I've got a hard-on too."
He looked at her and laughed.
"Well the morals today aren't like when I was in school," she said. "Before a fellow would put the make on a girl, he would have to buy her dinner."
"Yeah," he said. "Times are changing. Nowadays when they say can I take you out to dinner, they mean can I eat your pussy?"
"Yes," she said. "I know the double meaning of that nice hot lunch. It happened once when I was working in an office and a guy asked me if I could give him a nice hot lunch. I didn't know what he meant, of course. And when he took me into this hotel and wanted to register, I was outraged when he said didn't I understand his question."
"You see Mom," he said, "they were doing things like that back in your day."
"I guess they were honey," she said, "but they weren't quite so bold about it. In the dormitories, the boys used to be in one dorm and the girls in another. Now the boys, and the girls are together in the dorms. And the welfare rolls are full of pregnancies resulting from it."
"Well you can't blame nature?" he said. "It's perfectly natural, that when you slip a penis in a pussy and it juices, and the egg fertilizes you're going to have a baby."
"Well that's true honey," she said, "and if you get enough babies like that, you will have a pretty upside down world. Nobody knows who their father or mother will be, because a lot of those babies are put out for adoption." "I know," he said, "it isn't nice." She looked at him and smiled. "But we're above all of that crap, aren't we love?" she asked him.
"Sure Mom," he said. "I care an awful lot about you."
"Good for you darling," she said. "And don't think your mother doesn't care about you too. It's not just the fun I have fucking you baby, it's love."
"I know," he said. "But you do enjoy fucking too, don't you?"
"That's just part of it," she said. "I like you as a human being. I accept you as a good person."
"And I accept you Mom," he said, "as a mar-vellous piece of ass."
"That sounds like a wedding ceremony, doesn't it?" she smiled.
"They never mention ass in church," he said.
"Well not exactly," she said. "But when they say I do, they should have put on the word I do screw."
"Now how would that sound?" he laughed. "That would sound terrible."
"Well it would sound honest," she said. "Those are screwing rites they're getting. Well I will say one good thing for it. It gives the baby a name.
Otherwise, there would be a lot of little crawling children around this world with nobody caring to accept them. So marriage does give the family some measure of respect."
"Like our family?" he asked her. "Well our family is the exception," she said. "We sort of got off to a bad start, your Dad and me. It was that drinking that done him in." "Done him in?" he asked. "Is Daddy dead?" "I mean done him in as a human being," she explained. "I have no idea where he is. He disappeared, you know that. When I asked him for a little money to take care of you."
"That was a convenient time for the bastard to step away, wasn't it?" he smiled.
"Now Brian," she told him, "you mustn't speak that way about your father. He meant well but he just couldn't walk by a bar."
"He should have worn blinders," he said, "and maybe my life would have been easier."
"That's very true dear," she admitted. "If your father had been less concerned with passion and more concerned with love everything would have been different."
He knew that she meant what she said but strangely he felt fury and rage when he thought of his father.
"The man has no right to bring a kid into this world and dump him," he fumed.
"Well that's the truth," she said. "It certainly is."
Then she said softly, "But you mustn't blame him, for his Daddy done him wrong too."
"Do you mean old Grandad was a drunkard ?" he fumed.
"Well he did like the sauce," she explained. "He came to visit us one week. Your father said that his father had been ill. I didn't really want him to come and live with us, but your father promised he would be quiet. That was before you were born, darling. Well you should have seen him the day he moved in. Grandad came in with a handlebar moustache and he was weaving.
"I asked your father what was wrong. I didn't know much then and he didn't tell me. He said he had a little problem with balance.
"I could see that," she said. "And I was disturbed. I thought he would fall down, or something. Well, that night he got drunk, and he fell on a marble table in the bedroom and slit it in two. Then he took tomato juice from the kitchen to the bedroom and spread it all over the floor, all over the walls. You've never seen such a horrible sight in your life." "I guess old Grandad wasn't much fun," he said. "It certainly wasn't fun," she complained, "and as far as being quiet he wasn't quiet one bit. He came in with a piano, a violin and drums." "Was he a musician?" he asked. "Well he thought he was," she said angrily, "but he wasn't. I'll never forget him pounding those horrible drums. And then he would play the violin. It was really disgusting."
"Did the neighbors complain?" he asked. "All the time," she said. "They were forever calling the police and saying that we had some noisy drums in our house. I made a big fuss and told them I'd sue them for slander. But of course if it had ever gone to court we would have lost. I'm sorry to say old Grandad was a terrible drunk, as was your father. That's why I've been very reluctant to have you drink, son."
"Do you think I've inherited my desire to drink?" he asked eagerly.
"Why honey," she asked him, "have you been drinking?"
"Yes," he said. "In secret."
"Oh horrors," she exclaimed. "Secret drinkers are the worst kind."
"Is that right?" he asked excitedly.
"I'm afraid that's the truth honey," she said. "I hate to tell you that but that's how it is."
"Alright," he said sadly. "I'll lay off the liquor. I don't want to wind up like Dad or Grandad."
"Well I can't say I blame you," she told him. "They really posed problems."
He looked at her lovingly and began licking her breasts.
"Oh sweetheart," she sighed ecstatically, "you don't know how good it feels when you lick Mamma's breasts."
As she watched his cheeks suck in, it seemed as if she was flashed back to his baby days. She could see him as a little boy licking her breasts. She could see him obtaining his food in this manner. And all the love and adoration that she felt for him became more intense.
"Oh.baby," she sighed, "I love you so much. I love you baby. I love you."
There was no doubt in her mind that she did love herspn. The emotions that she felt surfacing in her had to find fulfillment.
She let her hands roll around his backside and then she was feeling of his asscheeks. As he licked away more at her breasts, she was gripping his buttocks.
"Oh Brian baby," she sighed, "Mamma loves you so much. Too much. And how will it all end? I wish I knew."
The vague sound of her voice was matched by the vague fears. For she knew within her innermost being that only tragedy could come of their love. She knew that either she would find someone that would mean much to her or he would. The likelihood of her finding someone was more remote. The possibility of him finding someone was much closer.
"Sweetheart," she said, "will you always love me as you love me now?"
He pulled off her nipple and smiled. An open honest smile and assured her, "I'll always love you Mom. Always, no matter what."