Chapter 1
Susan Stoddard sat in the kitchen of her expensive apartment on the fifth floor of a new building on Chicago's exclusive Lake Shore Drive. From the window she could see just about all of the city and the gigantic blue puddle, Lake Michigan. She sipped coffee as she opened the morning's mail.
"Hi!"
Susan looked up. Kip was standing in the doorway, his white terry cloth robe tied loosely around his tanned body.
"Hi, darling, 'bout time you got up!"
"What time is it, Mom?" Kip opened the double-door refrigerator and took out a pitcher of orange juice.
"Noon. I Can't understand how after years of getting up at six in the morning you now sleep past noon every day!"
"Making up for lost time, I guess," Kip said, pouring himself a glass of cold juice.
He sat near his mother, gulped the orange juice down, then leaned back in the chair and stretched. Susan glanced at him. His hair was messed up, but his body looked rugged in the robe. Susan glanced down and saw his strong hairy legs spread on the chair.
Susan got up and poured herself more coffee, trying to keep her mind off lust. It had been hard. She'd never had sex with another man except her husband, and during the last year of his illness, they hadn't been able to have sex at all. In the year since Tom's death, Susan hadn't touched another man sexually. Connie, her maid and cook, had often suggested she get out and find someone, but she didn't do it. She was young and horny, but there had been no one to attract her in a sexual sense. Now, with a virile young man in the room, despite the fact he was her very own son, the frustrations piled up.
"Coffee?" Susan asked.
"No thanks, I need a shower to wake me up."
Kip watched his mother as she opened the refrigerator to get half and half for her coffee. She was wearing tight bell-bottomed slacks, which accented the curves of her ass, and a yellow blouse, through which Kip could see the shape of her round, firm breasts. Man, he thought to himself, she's one fantastic chick!
"What's happening today?" Kip asked her as she sat down again.
"I've got a full afternoon; appointment with my lawyer, hairdresser after that. I've got to get going in a few minutes. Be home around four or five. How's roast for supper?"
"I'd really like to try that Chinese place down the street," Kip said bashfully. Susan was a good cook, but he loved Chinese food more than anything in the world.
"Great, you call and order whatever you want and tell them to send it up about six-thirty," Susan said, finishing her coffee.
Kip got up from the table. He looked out over the lake and turned to his mother. "You know, I've only been here three days and already I feel like I live here. I adore this apartment, I really do."
Susan got up and rinsed her cup. "Have to run . . . gotta touch up my makeup first . . . see you this afternoon."
Kip followed her down the hall to her room. He stood in the door and watched her bend over the vanity. Her ass was pressing against the pants, the crack outlined by the seam of the material. Kip stared at it for a moment and then stepped away.
Kip was taking a pair of shorts out of his dresser when he heard Susan call good-bye to him. " 'Bye, Mom," he shouted. He heard the door shut and the apartment was empty. Immediately, he dropped the robe to the floor and stood naked in the room. The sunlight felt good on his body. He looked in the mirror. His cock was still half hard from the night. Kip grabbed his shorts and walked to the bathroom.
The huge bathroom had a sunken tub-shower that was enclosed in glass on three sides, with the fourth side completely open. The room was large and spacious and decorated tastefully. Kip stepped into the shower and turned on the water full blast. The spray felt exciting on his sleepy body. He began to sing as he stuck his head under the stream of water. His cock was still half hard.
It seemed to Kip that his cock was always half hard. With the passing of each day, he seemed to need sex all the more. Masturbation was his only outlet, and he jerked off often, sometimes as much as five or six times in a day. His particular fantasy this morning was seeing the body of a woman, a shapely young beautiful woman, a woman much like his mother, a woman exactly like his mother.
At the moment that Kip was thinking of his mother, Susan was getting off the elevator in the basement parking garage of the building. She walked through the doors leading to the garage and waved to Carter, the attendant, who immediately fetched her Thunderbird.
Susan was about to get into her car when she remembered the papers for the lawyer. They were back in the apartment! Dammit, she thought, and asked Carter to watch the car while she ran back up to get them. She immediately took the elevator back up to the fifth floor. She entered the apartment and called to her son, but he didn't hear her. On the way down the hall to her bedroom, Susan heard water running, then the sound of Kip's singing in the shower.
She stopped and set her purse down on the little table only a few feet from the bathroom door. The bathroom door was open just a crack. Should she? She wanted to look in there, but she was afraid. She knew it wouldn't be right. But she knew she wanted to. She though of calling to Kip, of walking by casually, just taking a fast glance. Then she thought of pulling the door shut to avoid temptation. But then she stopped thinking and just let it happen . . .
Susan inched her way to the door of the bathroom. She stopped, brushed her long hair from her face, and looked into the room. All she saw was his cock! Her eyes focused on that long thing sticking out from between his legs. Susan held onto the wall, bracing herself. She had never seen anything like it! Long, thick, with a big mushroom head on the end, it bounced in front of him, surrounded by a thatch of thick dark brown hair, and accented by huge balls below.
Susan began to burn. Her head burned, her nipples burned, her pussy burned. She was on fire and she was in ecstasy. She watched, peeking through the opening, barely able to stand up. She knew it was wrong, and that fact made the situation all the more exciting. It was forbidden, and that made it attractive. She watched as Kip soaped himself, watched as he brought the sponge up the length of his huge penis, over the tip, and up his stomach. Watching him soap his private parts drove Susan insane! She brought her right hand to her breast, took hold of it and squeezed it hard. She felt as if she was about to collapse. The sight was so stimulating.
Kip set the sponge and soap down, then turned the water to cold. Susan watched his body shiver and shake under the icy stream. He opened his mouth and let the cold water fill it, then let it run down his belly. The icy water rode off the end of his prick like a waterfall and Susan watched intently. It seemed to be getting bigger before her unbelieving eyes! She thought, no, it can't be, it can't be getting bigger, it's not possible! But it did. Kip's cock defied credibility, standing straight up in the flow of the cold water.
He turned the faucets off, stepped from the shower, and began to towel his body dry. Susan was afraid he would walk out the door and find her, but she didn't give a damn about anything anymore. Here was her baby, here was her man, all in one. Her baby boy with his baby cock that she had touched and played with when he had been a baby. She desperately wanted to play with it now!
Susan couldn't stand it anymore. She knelt down on the white fuck carpet and quickly zipped her slacks open. Her hand moved slowly across her stomach. Her fingers felt the hair, then the soft, shapely mound, then the slit, the ripples, the clitoris, protruding, ready, panting. Her cunt sucked up her fingers and a shot of excitement raced through her body.
She watched as Kip looked at himself in the mirror. He brought his hand up and fingered his cock. Then he sat down on a stool, facing the door, and spread his legs. Susan stared at his balls, hanging so low between his outstretched legs. When he brought his hand to his cock and pulled it up, the balls moved in their sack, up and down, up and down. Susan's eyes followed them, her hand stuffed in her pussy, wet and hot, working herself into a frenzy.
Kip rubbed his balls with one hand as the other worked his cock up and down. It was so huge his hand hardly fit around it. Susan could see it growing even bigger and she thought the head would burst open any second! Each time he brought his hand up, the head would open a little and finally a little drop of semen crowned the tip and Kip began to moan.
Susan moaned in the hallway. She had her pants pulled down to her knees, her panties also, and now both hands were working herself. She quivered wildly as she listened to her son moaning and gasping, sighing. His erect penis dominated her mind. She could neither think nor see anything else. Kip's penis. Her cunt. Her nipples hardened like diamonds beneath her blouse, and her breathing soon became sporadic, like her son's. The fiery burning of passion in' creased proportionately in her loins and breasts and belly.
Kip stopped for a moment and fell to his knees on the floor. Susan was watching his profile now, and his cock seemed to stick out for miles from his body. He began again, slowly moving it back and forth, his hand drawing up and over the swollen crimson head, the huge balls jumping up and down beneath it. His pubic hair glowed from the reflection of the windows behind him and drops of sweat mixed with the drops of water still on his body to make him shine.
Susan moved her body to see him better, drawing her pants down even farther to be able to spread her legs. Mother and son were in the same positions, only a door separating them, their hands giving themselves absolute pleasure on a warm June afternoon.
Susan lowered her right hand to the softly throbbing mound and began to rub it lightly, powerless to stop herself, rubbing harder and harder, her middle finger sliding along the wet crevice between her cunt lips, which were as beautiful as the sweet lips on her face. She found her aching, throbbing clitoris, teasing the erect little member with her fingernail as Kip was teasing the tip of his member with his fingers.
Consummate pleasure rippled through her and she dropped her finger even lower, slipping it into the tight mouth of her vagina. Her cunt grabbed it, ate it, sucked it, as it had moments before. She teased it now, watching Kip sweating as he worked his magnificent cock up and down. In and out, in and out, the finger worked beautifully as her thumb teased the excited jerking clitoris.
Her left hand took hold of her breast, massaged it, cupped it, pulling hard at the nipple. Then the other one, as the finger dug deeper into her sweet sweaty cunt. A tornado of passion seethed within her body. Her mouth was wide open and her breathing was labored; little pearls of unintelligible excitement gurgled in her throat as she drew her fingers back up to stroke the moist curls of her soft pubic hair.
Kip spread his strong legs far apart. He moved his left hand and cupped his balls. They were not hanging as low now, they were swelling, pounding, aching for release. He rubbed them, pulled at them, placed his finger beneath them and rubbed the hard flesh there. He moaned as his long finger touched firmly on his throbbing asshole. He didn't move his finger, didn't rub or release it, just pressed it there, letting his fingertip feel the contractions of his asshole as he came near his climax.
The feeling generated by her fingers on her burning clitoris elicited a gasp of rapture from the lovely young mother's throat. She too brought her left hand down and touched even so lightly on the hard opening to her ass. Spasms shot through her body and she could feel her climax building, filling her body with a delight she had never before experienced. Her body rested firmly on her heels, planted on the carpeted floor, and she felt dizzy and spinning and in the air.
Kip pressed his finger against his asshole. His mother did the same. Susan worked herself with her right hand. Her son did the same. Together they moaned and gasped and felt as if the world would explode at any second.
Faster and faster, Kip worked his hand over his enormous young cock. Faster and faster the beautiful woman in the hall rubbed her middle finger across her sensitive flesh, churning the heat higher and higher within her, almost to the brink . . . "I'M GOING TO COME, OH KIP, MY BABY, I'M GOING TO COME!"
"Oh God, GOD, GOD!" Kip screamed as torrents of hot white liquid spouted from the end of his prick. It shot out of him and onto the floor, onto the wall, and one last huge gob hit the edge of the door, dripping down only inches from Susan's lips. Kip fell to the floor and lay there panting.
Susan saw it happen. She watched each spurt, each contraction of the balls, each massive spoonful of hot come shoot from her son. Suddenly she exploded between her thighs! The carpet was wet, her hands were wet, her pants were wet. For the first time in years, she knew delicious erupting release. She moved her finger up and touched the gob of her son's semen, dripping down the edge of the door. She stared at it as her cunt juice poured into her hand. She moved it between her fingers as her other hand continued to rub hard across her now insanely jerking clitoris, even as Kip lay silent on the floor, his cock head visible under him, between his outstretched legs. Her climax seemed to last forever . . . an incredible eternity . . . a tremendous orgasm. And then it was over. She withdrew her hand and sat on the floor. Her wide eyes could not focus, her head was covered with sweat, and she had forgotten who and where she was. Now it all came back in a fury and slowly she regained strength. Her beautiful hair hung down her face like a dark waterfall. A sound from the bathroom jolted her from her sitting position. Kip moved and coughed. She quickly jumped to her feet and slid up her panties, then fastened her slacks. They were wet and wrinkled.
RRRINNNGGG! RRRINNNGGG!
Susan froze. She turned to the little table where her purse sat next to the phone. She was unable to move, petrified.
RRRINNNGGG! RRRINNNGGG!
Kip jumped up and opened the bathroom door and stepped out, naked, inches from his mother. Kip just stood there as the phone kept ringing, one foot from his mother, standing in the wetness where her juices had been spilled on the carpet, shocked and embarrassed. His soft cock hung between his legs. Susan stared, silent, frightened.
Kip tried to say something but it only came out as a sound, an embarrassed noise, and he immediately grabbed a towel from the rack next to the bathroom door and held it in front of himself. Susan tried to think of something to say.
RRRINNNGGG! RRRINNNGGG!
"Kip, I . . . well, I forgot something, and I came up and . . . "
RRRINNGGG! RRRINNNGGG!
"Hello. Yes, Mr. Darcey, I'm on my way. Just had a few things to get taken care of. Yes, yes . . . "
She heard the bathroom door close tightly. She didn't look at his face. She couldn't. She didn't know how much he knew or how much he guessed or what he believed or what he wanted to believe. She was sure he was too stunned to think. God, she thought, why did all this have to happen?
Susan quickly changed clothes, got the papers she had come back for, and left the apartment. In the bathroom Kip sat looking into the mirror. Did she see what I was doing? How long had she been there? God, he thought, what if she saw the whole thing? He felt ashamed for a moment. Then he conjured up the image of his beautiful mother watching him masturbate. He could picture her, beautiful, smiling, her eyes looking at his naked member being worked up and down. Suddenly he was hard as a rock again.
Mother, he thought to himself, my beautiful chick of a mother . . .