Chapter 3
As she cleared the supper dishes away, Helen felt guiltier than ever about the morning's little episode.
In the living room, the kids were watching a situation comedy on T.V. She could hear them whispering and giggling in that secretive way of theirs, just as they always did. It was as if nothing at all had happened-nothing to make this day different from any other.
As if it was the most natural thing in the world for a mother to fuck her own son.
These were the thoughts going through her mind as she went through the motions of filling the sink with sudsy water and heaping the dirty dishes in. Almost the very moment Clay had left to pick up his sister, she'd fled the house on a pretense of shopping, not wanting to have to face him. It had been almost suppertime when she returned and found, to her surprise, that he didn't act any differently at all. In fact, he never mentioned a word of what had happened.
That was when she realized the truth. Clay didn't understand. He didn't really know that anything wrong had occurred. Too young and naive to be aware of society's views of such things, he probably thought that all sons fucked their mothers!
Helen churned with guilt at that notion. But conscience wasn't the only thing bothering her at the moment. Through all her guilt, the vivid memory of having Clay's prick buried in her cunt kept popping up. It wouldn't go away. In fact, it was getting worse.
Finishing up the dishes, she tried to convince herself how wrong it was to feel this way. Clay was her son-and a mother didn't lust after her own teenaged son! It was sick, perverted. It was disgusting!
However, it wasn't exactly the thought of fucking her son that had her pussy moistening. It was the thought of fucking a man. Any man. And Clay was that! He'd proved it this morning, pounding his cock into her cunt and filling her with jism, blast after blast after-
She caught herself with a gasp, realizing her hips had been twitching in response to the memory of their fuck. It was wrong, but she was so horny! And now that they had fucked once, how could she keep it from happening again?
Janie abruptly burst into the kitchen, breaking her mother's confused train of thought. "I'm going now, Mom! I promised to drop by Trish's house, and I'm already late."
She bounced up and gave her mother a fleeting peck on the cheek, then headed for the back door.
"Don't stay too late," Helen said.
"I know you don't have work in the morning, but that doesn't mean you can stay out all hours! Be home by ten, all right?"
"Okay." Janie gave her mom a brief wave. "See you."
Then she was gone.
That gave Helen the chance to do what she knew needed to be done: to talk to her son alone. With the dishes done, she decided not to put it off a moment longer.
Drying her hands on a towel, she strode purposefully into the living room and turned the television down, then stood over Clay who lay sprawled on the floor before it.
"Darling, I think it's time we had a talk. Don't you?" He looked up, his face innocent with surprise.
"What about, Mom?"
She had to smile at the way he covered up the incident. "You know perfectly well what about, young man! Now come here and sit down. I want to get this out in the open and cleared up, once and for all."
She sat down on the couch, motioning to a spot beside her.
With a shrug, Clay rose from the floor and plopped on the couch. His leg accidentally brushed Helen's and she jerked back as if burned, then covered her overraction with a smile.
"Okay," he said, still tauntingly innocent. "What's up, Mom?"
Losing her smile, Helen faced him seriously. "It's about this morning, honey. What happened. Well, it shouldn't have. I wanted to make that clear to you. I'm-your mother, and I ... I took advantage of the situation. It shouldn't have happened, but I made it happen. Do you see what I mean?" Clay shook his head. "We didn't do anything wrong, did we? It was fun! Didn't you have fun, too?"
"That's not the point," she said hastily, trying to avoid his inquisitive gaze. "We should never have done it, and it's not going to happen again. You may not understand right now, but you will someday. It-it just wasn't right."
"Oh." Clay's face fell momentarily, then brightened again. "That doesn't mean we have to stop everything, does it? I mean, we don't have to fuck-"
"Clay!" Her eyes widened with shock. "-but we can do other stuff, can't we?" he persisted, ignoring his mother's protest. "Like making out and stuff. That's not fucking, and it's fun. Here, I'll show you, Mom."
Before she could stop him, Clay was pressing against her, crushing his lips against hers and plunging his tongue eagerly into her mouth. "Fff-mmm ..."
She made a sound of mingled surprise and sudden horny arousal as her tongue automatically darted in an unmotherly reaction. Clay pushed her back into a half-prone position on the couch. She felt his hands gliding up to mold themselves over her tits, then felt them plucking at the buttons of her blouse.
"Muhh-no! Clay don't! You shouldn't-ummff ..."
She tried to resist, but Clay's searching tongue wiggled back into her mouth, and his movements grew more determined. Almost before she knew it, her blouse was gaping open, and her son's fingers were working the back snap of her bra. It clicked, and her tits sprang free.
Clay clutched her tits immediately, and he pulled back to admire his handiwork, eyes aglow as he took in the sight of her bare tits spilling out, their nipples puffing into hardness under his fingers.
"Wow, you have the greatest tits ever, Mom!" he said proudly, kneading her tit-flesh. "It's not wrong if I just play with your tits a little like this, is it? Then I can suck on your tits for you and make them feel real good, just like this morning . . . mmmmuuuuummmmmmm ..."
His head went down, and all resistance swept out of Helen as one inch-long nipple popped between his nibbling teeth. "Ohh-oh, baby, this isn't what I ... ahhhmmmm ..."
Helen groaned, arching her shoulder and mashing her big tit into her son's face as he lapped and sucked her aching nipple, making it burn and throb. After all, she thought dimly, he did have a point. This wasn't like actually fucking, and it did feel so good . . .
"Ummra," she gasped, giving in despite all her guilt-ridden determination and shrugging out of her blouse and bra.
Clay's mouth noisily slurped at her nipples until he had them both glistening wet and hard. Then his fingers crept down between their bodies, inching under the waistband of her slacks.
Now he is definitely going too far, Helen thought. She tried to stop what was happening.
"Honey, please-this isn't right! Oh, God, Clay, don't ..." Her protest came out as little more than a whimper of need.
It was already too late. He was peeling back her slacks and panties, working them down over her full hips arid ripe ass. Her feeble struggles only seemed to help, and a moment later, the first spongy curls of her pussy poked into view. She couldn't halt the blast of cunt-cream that drenched her thighs as he exposed her cunt. He jerked her slacks away with a violent motion that pulled him back on his knees, giving him a perfect position to see every inch of her bared cunt.
"Please-" Helen clamped her legs together, abashed at his gaze and her own insatiable needs.
"Come on, Mom," Clay said with a knowing smile, moving his hands between his mother's legs and gently easing them apart to get his first unobstructed look at a woman's pussy. "Show me your cunt-there's nothing wrong with that! I'll bet your cunt's just as beautiful as the rest of you. Yeah ... oh shit, yeah!"
By now, Helen's pussy was frothing furiously, and her son's obvious admiration had its effect. She let her legs open wide, displaying her cunt openly to his gaze and feeling it gush fuck-cream even harder. She heard him suck in his breath, and gave a husky laugh at the look on his face.
"Well?" she teased, spreading her legs wider. "Now that you've got to see my pussy, do you like it?"
"Oh fuck, yeah," he sighed, staring down at her sopping cunt-slit.
His mother's rich dark cunt bush was matted with fuck-juice, parting naturally to show off the pink slash of her pussy. Her pussy's fat, slick lips flared slightly like butterfly wings, letting him see right up into her drooling fuck-tunnel. But what really caught his interest was her clit. His mom had the biggest clit he'd ever seen in any pictures. It jutted out like a nipple, all slippery-looking and puffy and as thick as the end of his pinky. Captivated, he admired what had to be the most perfect cunt in the whole world. And it was all his.
Helen could no longer bear being admired from a distance. "Well?" she asked. "Are you just going to look at my cunt now that you've got me this far? You may as well find out what my cunt feels like, too. Go ahead and feel my pussy, honey.
Don't worry, it doesn't bite. At least, not very hard."
With that joking tone, she opened her legs even wider, giving him free access to her cunt.
Clay didn't hesitate. His hands converged on her grease-slickened cunt, his thumbs sliding along its lips and parting them to widen her dank fuck-channel.
"Ahhh," Helen groaned. Then she groaned even louder when his thumbs moved up, coming together at the bud of her cunt. "Ahhh!"
He fucked her oily clit, rolling the balls of his thumbs across it and grunting in surprise as she reacted instantly, gryating her ass off the couch and panting hoarsely.
"Does that feel good?"
"Ohh, baby, yes. That's-ahh, soooo goood!" she gasped, arching up to his hands. "You're doing it just right. Now-ahhh!-now push on my clit and move your thumbs hard, just like pressing a button. Oh God, that's good! Faster . . . faster . . . ahhhmmmmm!"
Enjoying his mother's uninhibited reaction, Clay strummed her clit eagerly.
Helen quickly soared to climax under her son's attentive flicking, sobbing openly. "Now get a finger inside my cunt. Oh yes, that's it, lover. Move it back and forth-now another one. Put two fingers into my pussy and fuck me with them while you work my clit ... oh honey, that's it!"
Clay followed directions, sliding two fingers up his mother's cunt-gash and fucking them in and out. Almost the very moment they first plunged in, she was reeling up and crying out, oblivious to all else.
Orgasm surged through Helen like incredible jolts of electricity, all emanating from her son's jabbing fingers and rolling thumbs. She came in wrenching explosions, sobbing and bucking onto his fucking fingers until every tremor of joy was soaked from her climax.
At last, slumping with a luxurious groan and returning to reality, she opened her eyes to see him grinning down at her.
"How was that, Mom?"
"You know damned well how it was," she gasped mischievously, twitching as his wet ringers slid from her cunt. "But ... I know how it can be even better. How would you like to kiss my pussy now?"
"Kiss your pussy?"
"That's right." She creamed afresh at his innocent surprise. "See how my cunt looks like a mouth? Now you're going to find out why, darling. Kiss my pussy-mouth for me. That'll make it feel even nicer ..."
Clay hesitated this time, staring down at her inviting cunt. Her pussy really did look like a mouth, and he'd read about guys going down on girls and eating their cunts out. Though he'd never imagined himself doing anything like that, the idea didn't turn him off at all. In fact, cuntsucking might even be fun.
It only took an instant to decide. Then he scrambled between his mother's wet thighs, ducking his head down.
Helen gasped at the first brush of her son's lips against her heated cunt. Then his tongue lashed out, and she heaved up as it stroked the length of her cunt-gash and located her clit.
"Ann, that's good!" she groaned. She quivered and moaned as he lapped at her clit with his tongue. "Eat my cunt, Clay! Suck on my clit! Oh honey, suck my clit hard! Eat me! Yesssss!"
Clay's lips fastened on her plump, rigid clit and began to suck, milking sensuously at her cunt-bud.
Helen cried out and clutched his head, grinding her cunt against his face and urging him on. "Oh fuck, that's perfect! Eat it all, darling. Lap up my pussy-juice and nibble on my clit, then stick your tongue in my cunt so I can feel it inside-ohhhhh, baby-y-y!"
Trying to lap up all his mom's pussy at once, Clay worked his tongue wildly over it-first torturing her clit, then shoving it hard into her fuck-hole, then back to her clit. He swallowed what seemed like gallon after gallon of oozing pussy-cream and still kept on, trying to catch every drop.
Already built up to an ecstatic pitch, Helen couldn't endure that kind of tonguing for long.
Suddenly, she pushed Clay's head back and twisted upward, her hands shooting out.
"Oh you sweet cuntsucking darling, I can't stand it!" Her voice was hoarse as she grabbed the zipper of his jeans and jerked it down, letting his swollen, aching cock swing free. "Damn you, I'm going to fuck that horny prick of yours right off! Lie back, darling, so I can fuck my baby so-o-o-o nice ..."
Pushed onto his back, Clay chuckled as she straddled him, her hands grasping his hard cock and her tits swinging pend^ilously over his face. "I thought we weren't supposed to fuck, Mom. You said-oh fucking yeah!"
Helen was already lowering herself down on his prick, sinking his cock into her pussy with undulating expertise. She hissed rapturously as his prick slid deep inside her cunt, and a smile of pure, abandoned lust crept over her face as she began to ride up and down on his stiff fucker,
"Fuck what I said, lover! You started this, and now you're-annh-going to-uhhh-finish it! Unh . . . unnnnh!"
Within moments, she was bouncing up and down in full frenzy, seesawing on her son's prick and shoving her tits at his face to make his mouth latch onto a throbbing nipple and suck fiercely.
For Helen, their fucking was an orgy of pure sensation. All her original good intentions had long since vanished. It had been so long since she'd real-
ly been fucked good, that now her greedy cunt seemed to be making up for lost time. Hot bursts of cunt-cream soaked Clay's balls, making each of her downward fuck-thrusts slurp with wicked lip-smacking sounds. She careened on her son's prick-shaft, clamping her pussy muscles tightly onto its veined thickness, sucking at his cock with all the fervor of a woman whose insatiable desires were now bursting forth.
"Yes!" she wailed, fucking down on Clay's prick with shuddering wrenches that made the couch springs squeak. "Fuck me! Stuff me with your cock! Oh, baby, baby, ahhhh!"
"Mffff- "
- Clay could only gasp a muffled reply, his mouth filled with soft quivering tit. Catching up with his mother's frantic fucking rhythm, he arched off the couch to meet her downstrokes. Her sopping pussy lips slammed against his hard cock-base, and she cried out with each grinding surge of her clit against his hairy, matted prick-root.
"Unhh ... oh yes! Oh fucking shit-that's it! Stuff my cunt full, stuff-uhhfff . . . aaahhhh!" Her beautiful face contorted with bliss, Helen drove herself onto his prick harder than ever.
Clay had never seen his mom so horny-not even in the shower that morning. Leaning forward to shove her big tits in his face, she raised her tight sucking cunt all the way up to the knobbed head of his cock and then slammed it down with a ferocity that had her full, taut ass slapping against his thighs. He clung to her bouncing hips, holding on with all his might and drilling his cock up in to her cunt as fast as he could without releasing her hard nipple from his mouth.
"Huhh-hummmrnm ..." "Come!" she shrieked, writhing in the wild built-up peaks of orgasm. "Make me come and shoot your jizz in my pussy! Ahh-I'm coming! Oh God-I'm coming harder, Clay-harder, harder! Aaaaaaah!"
Helen's cry then was a scream of complete release as her orgasm ripped through her cunt, bringing with it a chain of climaxes that had her mewling and moaning in ecstasy. "Oooohh-ahhmahhhh ..." Her fucking frenzy had its effect. Clay felt his balls tighten with warning, and he at least released her stiff-spired nipple, groaning out his own release as he rammed his cock in her cunt to its hilt. "Fuck, Mom, Im shooting-oh, shit! Yeah, yeah!"
His prick exploded, shooting cum up his mother's spasming cunt as she purred ecstatically and pounded down to take all his jizz.
"Aaannhh . . . ohhhhhh ..."
Their mututal orgasm seemed to last forever. Clay's prick lurched and shot load after load of hot creamy jism into Helen's sucking cunt before he was drained. Finally, when the last glob of cum had been soaked into her pussy, the woman slumped atop her son in happy, gasping delight.
"Ohhh . . . oh, baby, baby. That was so sweet, so sweet ..."
Clay managed a weak laugh, feeling his cock slowly shrink and slide from her cum-drenched fuck-hole. "Did you really like my prick? I mean, can we keep fucking now and not stop like you said? I-I want to fuck you all the time, Mom. I never want to stop fucking. Okay?"
At that point, Helen would have given in to anything. She giggled, wiggling to capture the last little surges of pleasure as her son's cock slipped limply from her clenched pussy.
"Well, I suppose we'll have to now, won't we? Since I've gotten you used to sticking your horny cock into a real pussy, it wouldn't be fair to shut you off now, would it?"
Grinning broadly, Clay began to realize that he'd fucked his mother into total submission. She'd do anything now, anything he wanted. And that gave him a new idea.
"Okay, then," he said, reaching up to grasp her bare shoulders. "And just to prove it, how about cleaning off my prick? I want to feel you kissing my cock and licking it, just like I did your cunt. Lick all the jizz off my prick, Mom, so I know you're telling the truth."
He started to push her down, but she was far from resisting now. As if the thought had been her own idea, she slid along her son's slim body and came to rest with her face between his tights, looking down at his glistening, reddened cock.
Although Clay didn't know it, Helen didn't need the slightest urging. The sight of his limp wet prick had her pussy drooling and aching all over again, and even as his hands tangled in her glossy hair to guide her on, she fucked her tongue out, licking up the combined juices of cum and pussy-cream that soaked his cock and balls.
"Ann ..." he groaned, remembering the feel of Janie's mouth sucking on his cock-meat just that afternoon.
"That's it, Mom. Lick my cock all over, and take my prick in your mouth. Oh, oh yeah-that's it..."
"Muuuummm ..."
Only that morning, Helen had dreamed of doing just this: lapping at Clay's tight balls, feeling his cock tug erect until it was all hard and bobbing against her cheeks. Now her dream was coming true. Her son's prick rose slowly with a new hard-on and she sucked and licked his balls clean. Then, when his cock was once more stretched and swollen into full, enormous stiffness, she wrapped her full pink lips about his purple cock-head and began to bob her mouth up and down with luxurious fucking motions.
She hadn't forgotten how to suck cock. Her tongue stroked Clay's sensitive cock-tip and tasted the little droplet of cum that collected at its piss-hole. She sucked her cheeks in, relaxing her throat muscles and taking in inch after inch of the boy's big, rigid cock-shaft.
"Oh fuck-"
Clay twitched up, gliding his prick in and out of his mother's sucking mouth just as if it was a hot, wet pussy to be fucked. Janie had been a good cocksucker, but his mom was an expert. Within instants, he was thrashing and lunging his prick up into her throat, already on the verge of coming again.
"Yeah, suck my cock, Mom. Suck it hard! Oh fucking shit! You're gonna make me come! Suck my cock! Suck it-aaaaaaah!"
His cock jerked and sent fresh loads of jizz spurting into Helen's mouth, making her gobble all the harder. This time, there wasn't as much cum to be had, but there was still enough jizz to fill her mouth to overflowing. She gulped again and again, drinking her son's cock dry.
Finally, when Clay sank back on the couch in gasping weariness, she lifted her head with a smile. "Is that what you wanted, darling? Now that you've fucked me at both ends, are you satisfied?"
Clay's grin matched her smile as she licked at the jism dribbling from her lips. She closed her thighs tight to hold in the additional precious cum that threatened to drool from her cunt.
"Yeah, that was just right. I love you, Mom."