Chapter 4

Kip and Susan did not touch each other sexually for a few days. Susan knew Kip would need the time to think, to resolve whatever he had to resolve in his young mind, and she wanted him only if he wanted her. Thus, she made no overt advances, suggested nothing sexual to him, but also resolved not to lie about what had happened that particular morning, nor to be ashamed of it.

Kip was not ashamed. He was just scared. It was one thing for a boy to admit that he had some sexual attraction to his mother, but it was quite another thing to be able to carry that desire to action. His mind was full of contradictions and opposing beliefs. He believed sincerely that giving another person pleasure was the most beautiful thing in the world. On the other hand, he wondered if that statement could be applied to mother and son? He had always strived to be honest with his emotions. His honest emotion was to love his mother in a physical way. He had done that. She had done that to him. But wasn't it wrong? Wasn't it going too far? Kip didn't know, and he had no one to turn to to help him resolve the matter.

He spent time at the beach, walking along the sandy shore of Lake Michigan, alone, thinking. He wrote Chris, not so much for answers as just to get things off his shoulders. He didn't fear the situation as much as he feared someone finding out about it. MOTHERFUCKER. He had used the word. His friends had used the word. He even remembered his father having used the word when he was a little boy. It had ugly connotations.

But his love for Susan wasn't ugly, it was beautiful. It was the first honest emotion he could remember having for a female in his entire life. He loved Chris, loved him as only a friend can love a best friend. But no one else. The two girls he had fucked, he hadn't even known their names. His mother was the only woman-love figure in his life. And he wanted to fuck her. Yes, he wanted to fuck her. He knew that the minute he placed his fingers down between her legs. He wanted to put his big cock into her and fuck like a man for the first time in his life. Susan had said he was a man how. He wanted to show her what a man he could be.

But to go that far may be going over the cliff, Kip thought to himself. That was his fear, that was his great problem. Should he fuck her or should he not fuck her? If he didn't, he Would live in constant pain, thinking about it, wanting it, holding himself back. If he did it, though, what would the result be? Could he ever stop doing it later in his life? What if Susan didn't like it? What if he made her unhappy by disappointing her?

He remembered what she had said. "Just let it happen. Don't question everything." Well, maybe that was the best way, maybe if he stopped thinking so damn much, he might see that things could work out. He knew Susan seemed at peace with it. He hoped he could be.

He stood on the beach, looking up at the fifth floor of the apartment building. It was late afternoon now. He had been walking, thinking, all day long. The bathers were leaving the beach now and the sun had long disappeared behind the row of skyscrapers that dominated Chicago's skyline.

Kip was just going to leave the beach and return to the apartment when he saw the figure of a woman appear on the balcony five floors above the ground. Susan stood there, her long beautiful hair blowing in the wind. She could see the figure of her son leaning against the fence on the other side of Lake Shore Drive. She recognized his tanned, strong body in his tight white swim trunks. She had nearly fainted the first time he had put them on. They concealed nothing.

Kip waved and Susan waved back. Just looking at her, even from such a long distance, Kip felt the desire. His cock automatically swelled and his flesh became tight as he shivered. It happened every time he looked at her. Yes, he said to himself, I'm just going to let it happen.

He left the beach, walking through the underground tunnel under Lake Shore Drive. In front of him were three teenagers in bikinis, who kept turning around and looking at his trunks and giggling. Kip loved it. He imagined he had given them something to go home and masturbate over. He liked people to look at his body. Girls always stared at him on the beach. Guys at school had stared at his huge cock in the showers. Susan had stared at it through his pants the day of his graduation! He had something to show and he loved it.

He entered the building, said hello to the doorman, and got into the elevator. Four other people joined him before the doors shut, and then, after a stop on the second floor, a man got on with two huge boxes. The woman in front of Kip stepped back, so that her ass was pushing against his bulging swim trunks. He knew she was going nuts, having to stand there against him, feeling his growing cock against her chunky ass, and knowing there was nothing she or he could do about it. Kip was almost laughing, he thought the situation was hilarious. The woman was sweating by the time the man with the boxes got out and she was free to pull her backside away from his front side.

Kip got out on the fifth floor, after smiling at the woman, who looked as if she didn't even remember what floor she lived on. He walked down the hall and entered the apartment. The smell of warm, fresh bread permeated the air., "Mom, I'm home!" Kip said, sniffing his way into the kitchen. Three big loaves of bread sat there. He ripped off a piece from one of them and tasted it.

"Connie baked bread," Susan called from her bedroom.

"So I see and taste! It's great!" Kip began to walk down the hall, then went back for another piece of the bread. He hadn't realized he was so hungry.

"I'm in a hurry, honey," Susan said, still in the bedroom. "Going to the concert with the Franklins and my makeup isn't making it!"

Kip stood in the doorway of her room. She sat on her vanity stool, facing the big mirror. She was wearing only a light smock, and her breasts were visible under the sheer material.

"Connie gone?" Kip asked, watching Susan putting on her lashes.

"Yes, you must have just missed each other. She felt bad that she had to leave without seeing your reaction to her bread."

"I love it!" Kip said, taking another bite.

"It is good. She's a tremendous cook. And she likes you a lot," Susan said, interested in his reaction. She knew that Kip probably looked very attractive to a girl of nineteen, and she wanted to know how attractive that same girl of nineteen looked to him.

"She's a nice kid. But she's dingy, you know what I mean? Kinda dumb." Kip smiled.

"She's sweet," Susan mumbled, happy to hear the disinterested tone of her son's reply.

Kip stood watching his mother for a few minutes, then he walked into the room and stopped just feet from her. She looked up into the mirror and saw his serious face.

"Mother, I'm going to have to be terribly honest with you. You see, I desperately want to . . . well, shit.. . this is hard to say . . . "

"Yes," Susan said softly.

"Mother, I want to fuck you."

The room was silent. Susan's heart pounded but she kept cool on the outside. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to pretend she didn't hear it, and yet she wanted to flop onto the bed and spread her legs. She had wanted him to say it for days and now he had to pick a time when she was supposed to be leaving for a concert! Susan turned to the trembling boy. Her eyes were soft and gentle. He relaxed.

"Kip, yes, darling, we will, we will. Not now, not today, but soon. Baby!" She reached out her arms to him. He leaned against her and she hugged him around the waist, pressing her face to his swelling member hiding beneath the white trunks. Without a sound, Susan slipped her smock to her waist. Her beautiful tits stood out proudly from her body. She yanked his trunks down to his knees and took his cock in her hand. It grew as she held it. She watched the head double in size, triple in size, until it seemed it would burst.

Susan knew she would have to hurry. It was selfish, and she knew it, but she had just spent hours on her makeup and didn't want to ruin her lipstick by sucking his cock. But that was a better excuse for doing something she had always thought about doing, but never had. She wanted Kip to come all over her breasts. She rubbed his cock back and forth. Kip moved his legs and the trunks fell to the floor. He stepped out of them and spread his legs. Susan took her hand from his enormous prick and firmly grabbed his buttocks with both hands, pulling his body to hers.

The boy's cock rested firmly between his mother's beautiful breasts, encircled by their warmth. He began to move his loins up and down, rubbing his penis between the huge globes. He felt his balls dragging against her stomach, up and down. They tightened and begged for release. He was ready to come. He was more excited than he had ever been, it had all happened too quickly, he wasn't ready for it. He pushed his cock hard against her body, feeling the nipples stretching at his legs and stomach. Kip screamed and grabbed Susan's shoulders.

Susan held onto his ass, working it up and down. She brought both index fingers together and, pulling his buttocks apart with the rest of each hand, firmly planted them against his hot, tight hole. At that moment the white liquid exploded between her tits. He moved up and the come shot against her neck, then down her tits, dripping onto her hot nipples. Kip moved away and watched the rest of his load pour out. Susan grabbed her breasts and held them high, together, as Kip grabbed his cock and directed the last spurts directly onto the hard, dark nipples. He pushed against her breast so hard that her nipple entered the slit on the end of his cock as the final, desperate drop of semen oozed out.

Kip moved back, hardly able to breathe. Susan looked up at him. "Now be a good boy and go take a shower and have some supper and stop being a temptation!" She smiled and he began to laugh as he picked up his trunks from the floor.

Kip stopped in the doorway, turning profile to his mother, his cock touching the wall. Susan was wiping the come from her breasts. "Mom," Kip said.

"Yes," Susan answered, looking up. "Have a nice evening."

"I will." She blew him a kiss and he disappeared into the bathroom. He felt better now. Relieved. She said he could fuck her, and he would, soon. Very soon.