Chapter 3
The happy smile on Kip's face didn't last long. As soon as he heard his bedroom door shut tight, he opened his eyes and sat up. He looked down at his soft cock. It was wet, glistening with come. He grabbed a towel and wiped himself, cleaning up the semen that had rolled from his mother's hand onto his flesh.
Kip could hardly believe it had happened! He had been creating a fantasy in his head about his mother, his very own mother, dreaming of her cunt pouring its juices into his open mouth. Kip wasn't sure what his mother's cunt even looked like! For that matter, he wasn't sure what any cunt really looked like. He had fucked two girls, but those were adolescent games at most, and all he could remember was that he had pushed his dick in and he came and pulled it out. Neither of the experiences were in any way rewarding or even exciting.
But Kip and his friend Chris had found an outlet that was both exciting and rewarding: pornography. Pictures could turn them both on, pictures of beautiful hairy slits, cocks sticking in them, cum running out of them, cocks in assholes, cocks in mouths. Kip and Chris would look at the pictures and masturbate, seeing who could come first or who could come the most. Chris usually came first, but Kip always came the most. Sometimes they would masturbate each other, especially when looking at pictures of group sex or two girls going at each other. That particularly turned Kip on, looking at two chicks eating each other's cunt.
Kip had seen cunts in pictures, but never in life. He'd had intercourse with two girls in his short life, but the fact that both had been very quick, unrewarding experiences left him almost as unaware of coitus as a virgin. And now this virile half virgin was dreaming of his mother.
Seeing her cunt above his face may have been fantasy, but the hand that had touched his cock and made it shoot was certainly very real. Kip didn't know what to think. His mother had crept into his room, looked at him in all his nakedness, sat next to him on his bed and wrapped her hand around his climaxing penis. Kip knew he should have been revolted, he should have pretended to be dreaming or something, he should have turned away or covered himself. But he loved it, loved it, and he knew it! He not only loved the fact that he had come so much and that the orgasm was great, but he loved the fact that it was his very own mother who had touched his penis and felt his hot cum pouring from his body.
There had been something beautiful about it. Kip knew that. It was as if he was giving her his manhood, giving that gift from deep within him that told her he was a man. I must be nuts, Kip thought, sitting up in the bed. He tossed and turned for hours. He couldn't resolve things in his mind, couldn't accept and yet couldn't reject. He knew now he desired his mother sexually, and that she wanted him in the same way. It seemed a very attractive arrangement, but he was scared. He was scared out of his mind.
While Kip was tossing and turning in his room, Susan was doing the same just down the hall in her big bedroom. Her mind was pounding and she ached for release. By any standards, what she had done was wrong. It was sick, terrible, unnatural, perverse. But it was also right, satisfying and very honest.
My own son, Susan thought, how could I do such a thing? She looked at her hand and saw the dried bits of Kip's semen between her fingers. Oh, my baby, my baby, she thought. She stretched on the bed, naked now, her body relaxed and rested. But her head was spinning, the rights and the wrongs of the situation bounced in her skull. She took aspirin, she took a drink, nothing helped. It was hours before she could sleep.
Morning came all too fast. Susan touched the alarm with her fingertips, stopping the alarming noise that pierced the quiet of the bedroom. She rubbed her eyes and stretched. She felt cold, chilly. She got up and turned the air-conditioning thermostat down, then put on her robe and made her way to the bathroom.
In a few minutes she emerged, her beautiful hair combed over her shoulders, her face washed, fresh, awake. She walked to the door of Kip's room, knocked slightly, and entered.
Kip opened his eyes when he felt something tugging at his feet. "Time to get up!" Susan said, pulling at his feet under the covers. He moaned and moved his head under the pillow. Susan pulled it away and her son turned over, opened his eyes wide and looked up at his beautiful mother.
"What time is it?" Kip asked, half asleep.
"Ten-thirty," Susan answered sweetly, sitting on the edge of his bed, exactly in the spot she had sat the night before.
"Ten-thirty doesn't exist! Christ, Mom, it's the middle of the night!"
"Middle of the day. Connie's coming in to clean today and I want her to get all the linen washed," Susan answered, brushing strands of her brown hair away from her face.
Kip sat up in the bed and leaned back. He was naked to the waist, where the covers concealed what Susan had touched the night before.
"Okay, I'll get up. Didn't sleep very well." There was a long silence. Susan wondered if he was trying to tell her something or if he was just making conversation.
"I couldn't sleep either. It seemed so cold, I turned the air conditioning down," Susan said, looking away from her son.
"It wasn't that; I kept having dreams."
"Oh, really, Kip?"
"Yeah. Weird. I felt scared."
Susan didn't answer. She just sat there looking at him.
"I often have frightening dreams," Kip said. "Back at school Chris would have to hit me sometimes to wake me when I'd be yelling and sweating."
"Really?" Susan suddenly felt closer to him.
"I felt, well, I felt so lonely and I'd dream of you and Dad leaving me alone in the middle of nowhere, or in the middle of the ocean or something crazy like that," Kip said, embarrassed.
Susan took her son's hand and held it. "Don't ever feel lonely again; I'm here and always will be. I may have not been the best mother in the past, but I've always loved you, you must believe that."
Kip looked into her beautiful green eyes. "I do, I really do," he said in all honesty. She looked like a beautiful statue, sitting there, her hair full of golden streaks, reflecting the sunlight coming in the window. Kip was overcome with her beauty. He held her hand tightly.
There was another long silence and both mother and son knew the truth of the evening before. Kip realized Susan wasn't walking in her sleep, or testing him, or any other such foolish thing. She had wanted him. She realized now, from the look in his eyes, that he had been awake through it all. He hadn't stopped her. He knew what had happened and he had come. It was because of her that he had climaxed, not because of a wet dream.
Susan felt the familiar sensations. Deep in her thighs, in her breasts, in her throat. Her lips parted and she smiled her sensual smile. Kip could feel his cock stir under the covers, pushing up against the sheet. He held tight to his mother's soft hand, rubbing his fingers over hers. Then Susan moved her hand up his arm and touched the hair there, rubbing it. Kip breathed deep. He was excited now, his cock hard, his mouth open, hoping and waiting. Susan moved closer to him. It was now or never, she thought, she had to get it out, had to take this chance or she would never be able to live with herself. Hell with right or wrong, she thought, I know what I feel and he feels it too and I'm going to let it happen.
"Kip, I can't get over what a man you are now, how mature you look. And how adult your thinking is. It's amazing for a boy of seventeen to be so aware of life and love and what is beautiful and honest. You're the man of the house now, and I know you can fill your father's shoes even better than he did. And I need you to take care of me." She never blinked. She said it all clearly and with much feeling.
"I missed you, Mom. I always missed you. I knew there was something more there than that pretty picture of you hanging on my wall. I'm so glad I'm home with you. You're a very beautiful woman. I'm proud you're my mother." He stopped, stammered for a moment. "I'm still a little scared, of honesty, like you said . . . "
His words trailed off as Susan gently moved her full lips to his cheek and kissed him. Her silky brown hair touched his chest, rubbed and caressed his firm, hairless chest, tickling him, sending him into ecstasy. She didn't move her head away. He could feel her breathing into his ear. He brought his hand up and touched the back of her head. Their eyes met. Susan parted her lips. Kip closed his eyes tight, thinking, Please, Mother, Kiss Me. Please Kiss Me Hard!
.Her mouth just barely met his at first, then slowly she let her lips crush against his lips. Their tongues dashed in fury, darting in and out of each other's mouth. Kip could hardly breath. He thought his head had exploded as he tasted the forbidden lips of his beautiful mother.
Susan pulled away, sat up closer to him and threw her arms around his neck, pulling his face to hers. He reached around her and hugged her body to his. He could feel her ripe breasts pressing against him, inside of her robe. She began kissing him hotly, planting wet liquid fire on his eyes, cheeks, mouth, her hot, hard tongue darting out to probe between his lips. She mashed her firmly throbbing breasts against his chest and her hips moved uncontrollably on the bed as her cunt started to secrete the hidden liquids of her intense passion.
Kip tried to pull away, scared, frightened, not sure he would be good enough, but his mother clutched him tightly, giving him strength and courage. Her tongue caused fire to leap white-hot in his loins, surging his cock as if with some hidden power into an even harder state. He moaned, completely lost now, the fears vanishing as the passion continued to flame, completely a slave to the love he now felt for his mother, a willing slave now for he knew in the core of his being that this was a relationship that was honest and true, based on real love, and that this moment had its beginnings long ago, building in the secret depths of both he and his mother, an inevitable thing that would have come to pass at some other time if not now. He remembered the joy he had felt when he would open her letters, when he would see her pictures, when he would dream of her. And Susan thought perhaps she had stayed away from him on purpose, waiting till he was grown, waiting till he was a man and could come to her as a man and treat her as a man and love her as a woman first, and a mother second.
Kip's mouth opened under Susan's, then he was kissing her back, swirling his tongue around hers, ingesting the pink, hot, wet probe into his mouth, sucking it as joyously as he had sucked her milk-giving breasts as a baby. Moaning into her mouth, his hands moved down, down over his mother's shoulders, around to touch her sides, then dipped up and tenderly, lovingly, sought and located the quivering globes of her firm, ripe breasts. They were hard, almost foreign to his touch, but yet they belonged to him as the breasts of no other woman would belong to him. He moaned and fondled them, amazed at how hard the nipples felt beneath the soft material of her robe.
Locked together in an embrace on that bed was a moment of horrible torment for both of them. They were both rational, intelligent human beings, doing what every person, every book would say is forbidden. But it was right for them, in this moment, and an inner peace settled deep inside Susan and began to evolve in Kip also. Susan knew it wasn't wrong because Kip wanted her to, she was not forcing him, he was mature and had a mind of his own. He responded passionately.
Susan pulled away and stood up next to the bed. Kip watched intently, still sitting, as she opened the belt of her robe, allowing the front to open. He saw the dark, wet mound. It wasn't at all how he had imagined it would be. It was infinitely more beautiful, infinitely more exciting, infinitely more tempting than he had ever conceived.
Susan dropped the robe to the floor and stood naked before her son. She looked like a goddess. Her flowing hair very nearly covered her breasts, with only the nipples protruding from the brown strands. Kip thought she was the most stunning sight he had ever seen.
Susan took a step to the bed and lifted the covers. Kip's throbbing penis jumped up. She looked at him, naked on the bed, this time in the daylight, a god, a soldier, a warrior, a man. Susan reached out and brushed her hand against her son's cheek. Kip looked up and saw her smiling face just above her big tits. She sat next to him again. His body felt a jolt of excitement as her naked flesh brushed against his side.
She clung desperately to him, kissing him, moaning, while he began to fondle her firm, trembling breasts, naked in his hands now. She stopped kissing him and sat up tall. She wanted him to touch her, feel her, find her. She wanted him to know her and love her.
Kip reached up and tweaked her left nipple. It was hard, rocklike. He touched the other one. It too was tight and firm. Then he brought both hands up and took hold of them both, squeezing them, rubbing them together. Susan moved forward as Kip inched his face to her beautiful tits and buried his face in them. He kissed, licked, sucked them, wildly, passionately.
He fell back on the bed, his hands still on her breasts which were hanging over his chest now. He brought his fingers up to her lips and she kissed them, nibbled on them, and drew them into her mouth. Susan sucked on the fingers of his right hand and Kip thought his cock was going to explode. He closed his eyes.
Slowly, he brought his left hand down past her breasts, lightly touching her stomach, inching his way down, down, touching her belly in awe, resting lightly on her groin, then into the thick, moist bush between her legs. She spread her thighs as his fingers teased through the velvety flaxen strands of her pubic hair, middle finger extended, probing lower.
Susan's hand grasped his chest firmly, moved down his stomach, and finally came to rest on top of the huge young cock that stood out from his body like a flagpole. She felt his aching young cock, encircled it, as rapture tingled through every fiber of her being at the feel of his hot, hard, pulsing penis, her son's own penis. She stroked it lovingly, up and down, her fingernails caressing his quivering balls as moans of bliss escaped her lips and fell over his wet, outstretched right hand, still in her mouth.
Kip, almost without really realizing it, found her throbbing clitoris with his middle finger, and Susan opened her legs wide to help her son find it, raising her hips up and turning her body slightly to bring the tiny hard bud into surging electric contact with his fingertip.
Kip withdrew his hand from her lips, touching her breasts again, then her leg and thigh, near the point where his other hand was moving in and out of her cunt. Susan threw her head back and looked down at the giant cock in her hand. Her hair touched Kip's balls and he immediately felt a chill run up his spine. She moved her head almost wildly, sweeping her fanned hair over his balls, up over his cock, onto his belly, and then back again, over the round sensitive head of his penis, down the long shaft, and into the hairy depth between his legs. Kip opened his legs so he could feel the whipping, caressing strands mingle with the sensitive hairs beneath his balls, just above his asshole.
Susan moved her head down, down, down, until her son's penis was only inches from her lips. Kip was going crazy with the feeling of his mother's wet, hotly trembling vaginal slit under his finger, her hand stroking his massive shaft. His brain was now a cauldron of seething passion. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing.
Kip pressed his head deep into the pillow as he felt his cock being encircled by the moist, soft, wonderful lips. She took it slowly at first, just the head, swirling her tongue around it, kissing it, withdrawing it, then lovingly taking it in her lips again.
Kip's body was numb now, his hand couldn't find the strength to continue rubbing her hot cunt. He was in another world, floating on a cloud of pleasure. Susan jumped up, brushed her hair behind her shoulders, and got up onto the bed, between her son's legs. "Mom, no, you don't have to, you . . . "
"Shhh. It's all right, baby. It's all right," Susan said in a soothing tone.
Kip closed his eyes, reassured, ready. His hands gripped the sides of the mattress and he moved his legs even wider, thrusting his ass a bit into the air. Susan reached out, took hold of the warmly palpitating shaft between the palms of both hands and began to rub it up and down, slowly, enticingly. Kip's breath whistled out in ragged gasps between his tightly clenched teeth at the excruciating pleasure her talented hands were generating in his groin.
It had been so long since she had touched another man this way, but it seemed like her son's cock had been in her hands forever. She was suddenly an expert. Susan cupped and stroked his balls then, teasing her finger up the full length of his crotch to probe briefly at the tiny puckered sphincter ring of his anus before returning to the quivering, thick shaft of his young cock.
Finally she pushed his legs as far apart as they would go and slipped in between them, kneeling on the bed, almost on all fours, his hips twisting beneath her. Her large swollen breasts hung down and touched the tip of his penis. Her nipples felt like pins pricking him as they brushed over his bursting, painful head.
Susan stared at the beautiful cock. She was obsessed with it, still not believing its size. She looked at it closely, examining it. The skin was clear, soft, without a blemish. It was the same size from the base to the tip, thick, round, full. The head was huge, dark, and a tiny drop, a pearl of come, appeared from the little slit at the tip. Susan brought her full, round lips to the head and in one lick of her tongue, the white drop-was gone.
Susan stared at the reddish head of Kip's cock for what seemed like an eternity, as if fascinated by its hugeness, stroking him again now, teasing his balls with her fingertips. Then, slowly, very slowly, her head lowered and Kip felt the incredible hot, moist softness of her lips kissing the wet head of his shaft, then her tongue sliding out between her moistened lips to probe the opening, searching for another drop of pearly come, and another small droplet appeared. Susan quickly drank the flowing lubrication as she made small sounds in her throat.
Kip reached up, caught her head in his hands, grasping her hair gently, at the same time driving his loins upward to sink his cock deeply into the warm wet grotto of her mouth, and she opened her lips wide to accept it, to accept as much as her gentle mouth would accommodate.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhkh!" Kip moaned in rapture.
Susan made not a sound. She worked hard and nearly drove the boy insane. Kip knew he was near his climax. His mother's mouth was like soft butter around his cock, and her tongue seemed like a soft, wet firebrand as it licked up and down and around his pumping shaft. The image leaped wildly in the young man's brain and acted as the release of his driving, swirling semen. The first torrent of fire flooded along the passage of his plunging cock, and he gasped, his lips pulled back against his teeth as if he were in agony.
"Susan! Susan!" he cried helplessly.
His prick began a sudden wild, convulsive jerking that erupted without advance warning into Susan's madly sucking mouth with rush after rush of burning semen, bloating her cheeks outward with each spurt until she was forced to swallow crazily and quickly to keep from choking. Kip pushed his ass into the air and his cock slid deep into her throat. Susan held him up there, feeling the white burning come slide down her throat, holding his balls, pumping the last bit of juice from them.
Kip's hands worked spasmodically in her hair, ramming her head down harder on his burgeoning penis, burying it deep in her throat and then, with one last groan, he flung his hands to the headboard of the bed and grasped it, emptying the last spurt of his virile young semen into her beautiful, delicate mouth.
Susan continued to nibble gently at the fleshy instrument, milking every last drop of sperm, until the satiated cock began to gradually deflate in her mouth. Kip released the headboard and flung his hands outward in exhaustion, a great sigh of release and fulfillment coming from his mouth.
Susan collapsed over him. He held her tightly, her head nestled next to his softening cock. He opened his eyes and reality began to return. In one quick moment, all the fears, all the love, everything, every emotion he had experienced in his young life hit in his brain, like glass shattering on cement. Kip was a terrified boy. He began to cry. The tears rushed from his eyes and floated down to his chest. He sobbed uncontrollably.
Susan lifted her head and looked at him. He said nothing, just cried. She immediately got up out of the bed and sat next to him.
"Mother, Mother, hold me. please hold me. I love you. Hold me!"
Susan took her son into her arms, her grown masculine son, now her baby again, and she hugged him, protected him, sheltered him and loved him. He continued to sob in her arms, his head pressed against her naked nipples. "Cry, baby, go ahead, it's all right. Everything will be all right. You'll see," Susan said, brushing the tears from his face.
They sat there on the bed for a long time, mother and son, lovers, friends. Kip didn't know it, but there were tears flowing from his mother's eyes also. Tears of joy and tears of fear. Inside, Susan prayed everything would be all right. After all, she had promised that much to her son.
Susan held him until he fell asleep. Then she lifted his head from her lap to the pillow and drew the covers up over his rested, released body. Just as she stood up, she heard the apartment door open.
Susan met Connie in the hall. The girl had been her housekeeper and sometime cook for a few years, and the two were good friends.
"Hi, Susan. Sorry I'm late. Had to drop Mom off in the Loop," the cute nineteen-year-old girl said.
"Oh, that's okay, Connie. No hurry. Care for coffee?" Susan asked, walking to the kitchen.
"Sure, I'll have a cup. Let me throw a few things in the washer first," and the girl started down the hall.
"Connie!"
Connie turned and looked back at Susan.
"Connie, don't wake Kip. He had a hard time falling asleep last night and I promised I'd let him sleep all morning."
"Okay, fine. I'll do his room later."
Susan put water on to boil and Connie went into the bathroom to collect towels for the wash. Outside, the sun was shining brightly. It was going to be a beautiful summer day.