Chapter 2
Kathy lived to regret the day she introduced her son Paul to sex. For once the barrier had been broken and Paul had shed off his fears of becoming involved with the opposite sex, he Was on the make at high school. He would carefully study the girls in each class and decide on the ones that he would like to bed down with.
At last he found a honey-haired blonde with fair skin and blue eyes who really appealed to him. He made it a point to carry her books between classes and did his best to wangle a date with her.
"Betty," he smiled, "how about you and me going out together Saturday night?"
"That would be real nice," she told him. "I know a rock group that is appearing at the Live Oak Rock Palace. Would you like to go?"
"Who is it?" he asked her eagerly.
"The Blood and Sand Group," she said. "We could really have a ball."
That did it. He agreed that he could go, but on one condition. That was that his mother would give him permission and that he could take the car.
When he went home Friday afternoon he was very courteous to Kathy as he wanted to get on the best side of her. Finally, he put it to her bluntly, "I need the car tomorrow night, mom."
"What did you say?" she questioned him.
"I said I need the car," he told her.
"For what?" she demanded.
"I want to hear this rock group, Blood and Sand," he told her, "they're playing this weekend at the Live Oak Palace."
"I've heard plenty about that Live Oak place," she said. "I hear half the people are smoking pot."
"Don't listen to everything you hear," he cut in quickly.
"Are you going by yourself?" Kathy finally asked bluntly.
"I found a girl I want to take," he told her.
For a second it seemed as if her heart would sink. She wanted him so badly. Why did he have to find someone else? Why so quick? All the frustration and fears that flashed across her face transmitted themselves to her young son who felt suddenly tortured.
"I'm sorry, mom," he sighed.
"It's all right, Paul," she turned away, "you've got to go out, grow up and be a man. I guess our little fling was just that. A very little fling."
"I don't want to hurt you," the young boy said as he went over to his mother and placed his hand comfortingly on her shoulder.
Passion possessed her and she turned and looked into his eyes and told him, "You could have one more time with me. Couldn't you? Maybe tonight?"
There was method in Kathy's madness. She figured that if she got his rocks off before he went out on his date that he probably wouldn't get involved. Young Paul hadn't figured that far. All he knew was that his balls were itching and tingling as he stood so close to his appealing, sexy mom. "All right," he agreed.
Kathy led the way to the bedroom. Her young son followed.
"Why don't we take a shower together?" she suggested.
"I'd rather have you wash me off in the tub like you used to do when I was a little boy," he confided.
"All right, dear," she agreed, "if that would make you happy."
She took off her clothes and bent over and pulled up the tub. As she bent over and her young son who was stripping himself, caught sight of her beautiful ass cheeks, he knew where he would like to plant his male member.
Turning around she saw the shy embarrassed look on his red face, "What were you thinking about?" she asked him.
"Do you really want to know?"
She nodded and assured him she did.
"AH right," he smiled, "I wanted to stick my dick up your sweet ass-hole."
Kathy blushed.
"You're as perverse as your father was," she smiled. "I have never been fucked up my ass-hole. I always refused him."
Reaching behind her he slapped her buttocks.
"Please let me fuck you there," he told her.
He slipped his hand between the crack of her ass. Then he pressed his big penis against her. She could feel the hardness of his cock and his balls pressing her now. His arms went around her and he kissed her.
"Let's get in the tub first," she told him, "and I'll wash you."
They got in the tub together. She reached out and stroked his hard shaft. He could hardly wait and she could tell it by the way his body trembled.
She played with his cock and bails and he smiled knowingly.
"I'm gonna slip my cock up your ass," he told her, "and you will love every inch of it."
All at once she was eager to let him have what he wanted. She got out of the tub and he did, too. They dried each other off with a large towel. With trembling fingers she grasped his big cock and stroked it.
"Don't do that," he insisted, "it will explode in your hand."
Her eyes were glassy and her hot lips hung slack. For she wanted to stroke the base of his cock with her tongue.
Hungrily they walked to the bed together.
"What position do you want me in?" she asked him.
"I want you face down with your ass up," he told her.
Getting in the middle of the bed Kathy looked back at her son's menacing penis raised between her ass crack. She didn't flinch as she felt him slipping his big cock between her cheeks.
"I'm not gonna let you drive it up there without lubricating it first," she said as she moved away from her son.
She went to the bathroom and got a container of KY that she hadn't used since her husband was at home. She uncapped it and squeezed its contents into her hand. Reaching for his cock she stroked it firmly but tenderly.
"I love your hand on my big shaft," he smiled. "The juices are really welling up in my balls, mom, I can really feel them now."
She said nothing but went back to the bed. She got on ail fours and bent over farther. He loved seeing her at this angle. He slid his big cock smoothly between her ass crack and then he lunged forward. She felt her ass muscles stretching as he stroked hard.
"Fuck," he told her, "fuck."
He bent over and started licking her ear. She loved the feeling of his big cock pumping up her ass. She wiggled her hips as he went on fucking. He leaned forward now and reached for her bosoms.
"Oh, baby," she groaned frantically, "keep fucking me."
Her young son was surprised at how much pleasure lay ahead of him as his huge cock pounded into her ass-hole.
"Fuck," she begged, "fuck me. I want it. Every inch of it."
He understood as his breath came short. His big balls bounced against her ass as his shaft slid in smoothly. He was fucking her rhythmically now and she was twisting her ass around for him.
"Give it to me," he gasped, "that's the way I want it. Fuck."
He liked having her in this kneeling position. And he told her he wanted her to raise her ass still higher for him.
She bent over with her ass cheeks so high now that all he could see was her twisting ass-hole as he fucked vigorously.
His hands gripped her round ass cheeks.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "that's how I like it. How you can fuck, mom. Keep it up."
She went on twisting her ass as his heavy cock pumped steadily in and out of her. He was reaching deeper now than any prick she had ever known before. She loved the feeling of his big cock teasing the sensitive flesh of her ass with each inward thrust he made.
"Ohhh," she groaned, "keep it up, baby. Now you're really fucking me."
She knew it wouldn't be much longer until his hot cum exploded deep inside her ass-hole. She could hardly wait for that magic moment. She was writhing on the end of his cock as he frantically fucked.
"Keep it up," she begged, "I want it. I want every inch of it."
All at once his big cock exploded. She gripped his penis tightly in her ass muscles and squeezed firmly.
"I'm cuming," he gasped as he bent over and gripped her tits tightly and squeezed them hard.
Her sphincter muscle gripped his sliding shaft and she could feel his balls rubbing against her.
When he'd finished fucking he pulled out. He got off the bed and went into the bathroom alone. Once his cock was out of her and she was left alone she felt a stranger.
"You really know how to fuck," she told him when he returned.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, mom," he smiled, "and I want to tell you what I'd really enjoy now."
"What's that, dear?" she smiled.
"If you'd let me bring a girl home so I could ball her."
"You're asking for an awful lot," she told him flatly.
"No, I'm not," he insisted. "I've got to get my rocks off with a young chick like every other normal male. I can't wind up being some kind of mother-fucking freak."
That really got to her. She turned away sadly.
"Did I say something bad?"
She shook her head slowly.
"I wish you wouldn't talk like that," she complained.
"Why not?" he asked her. "You know it's not natural for a son to fuck his own mother."
"You can't look at it that way," she insisted quickly.
As her young son looked at her naked body lying there he knew where he had to plunge his penis next. Her quivering pussy appealed to him. He reached out and gently stroked her fur-trimmed triangle. The curly blonde pubic hair had him excited.
"Why don't you let me shave your box, mom?" he asked earnestly.
The last thing she wanted was for him to shave her hair. Nevertheless, if it would turn him on, she calculated, she should. Perhaps he would plunge his mammoth cock into her pussy. If she could once clasp his sliding shaft with her pussy muscles she was confident she could hold him forever.
"All right," she replied softly, not betraying her feelings.
It didn't take him long to get his razor and bend over and shave her.
"I want you to apply some of that shaving soap," she told him.
Using the plastic container he pressed the nozzle and creamy white shaving soap spread across her mound. Now he bent over with the razor in his hand and slowly shaved his mother's pussy. She marveled at how skilled he was and how careful he was.
When it was shaved he looked at it with pride.
"Doesn't that look nice?"
"Does it?" Kathy asked her horny young son.
"Look, mom," he told her, "I'll show you a picture of one of those girls who has a shaved pussy."
The last thing that she wanted to see was any competition. Nevertheless, Paul insisted on showing her a centerfold girl with a shaved vagina.
"Does that get you excited?" she asked, trying to understand him some more.
He nodded. Then he bent over. He crouched over her crotch. Soon he parted her pink pussy lips. His tongue slid against the pink pussy flesh.
"Ohhh, baby," she groaned in delight as she felt his hands clasp her ass cheeks and his tongue slide into her pussy. Her pelvis ground around and she hoped that soon he would slip his tongue out of her and let his cock slide into her.
He didn't take long to turn on with his penis. Once his tongue was out of her vagina he straddled her and slowly bent down, letting his big cock brush across her slit. Her pussy was juicy now and she wanted him to force his big cock into her.
"Fuck me," she said, reaching out and gripping his hard shaft.
He moved forward, plunging his big Cock into her. She enjoyed the thrusting penis as he stabbed hard and fast into her soft flesh.
"Give it to me," she begged, "oh, baby, I want you to keep fucking."
Now he was playing with her bosoms while his penis plunged in and out of her grasping pussy lips.
"Yes, yes," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Fuck me."
The shaft of his prick slipped in all the way. She loved having the entire length of his cock thrusting hard.
"Oh, keep it moving, baby," she begged, "that's what I want you to do. Slide it in there, sweetheart, all the way."
She was pumping now on his penis.
"Give it to me," he begged, "that's what I want you to do, mom, fuck it, baby. Fuck!"
Kathy reached for Paul's back. She wanted to massage him while he pounded his cock into her. Her hands reached down to grip his firm round buttocks. Easing her hand between his ass crack she suddenly slid a finger up his tight anal channel.
He loved the sensation of her finger gliding up his tight rectum.
"You fuck me and I fuck you," he smiled as he went on thrusting.
"I can't stand it," he cried ecstatically, "oh, wow!"
She calculated she was massaging his prostate gland. Apparently he was getting his kicks from her sexy movements.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "that's what I like. Keep it up. Now you're doing it. Come on, baby. Ohhh, yes, that's the way."
The sensational thrills that went through them both brought them to a scorching climax. Her vagina muscles clutched his sliding shaft and squeezed hard. The hot juice gushed from his cock.
"You're really bringing me around," he smiled at his mother.
Paul's lips pressed against his mother's warm lips. His hands held her tightly.
"Oh, baby," she sighed, "I love you so much, so very much."
It was obvious to Paul that indeed she did love him. Much too much. He withdrew from her and some of his cum dropped on her body. As he walked away she looked at his muscular body. She couldn't help admire him. After all, Paul was her son. His broad muscular shoulders and his trim round hips appealed to her.
He went to the bathroom and urinated and came back and spoke with her.
"You ought to find yourself a lover," he told her. "I've got me a chick lined up at school."
"That's nice," she replied, forcing a smile.
"I was hoping you would say that," he told her candidly. "I do have to grow up, mom."
"That's true," she agreed, "and I suppose I should find someone to replace your father. I was so bitter for so long I didn't want to go to bed with any man. In that way, son, you've done me a great service by having sex with me."
"Have I?" he asked, not quite understanding what his mother meant.
"Yes," Kathy nodded. "I had sworn off men. I had gotten hurt so deeply so many times I didn't want anything to do with any man anymore."
Sitting there naked he smiled happily.
"Perhaps our little affair won't come to a bad end after all," he grinned.
"It doesn't have to," she insisted. "As long as we use our heads."
But as Kathy looked longingly at her son's limp cock dangling between his legs she knew that it wouldn't come to any good end. For she was strung up on him. There wasn't any other man she wanted. Generally speaking, men still turned her off. The awful time that her husband had given her burned in her memory.
Immediately Paul observed where she was glancing.
"What are you looking down there for, mom?" he asked. "Weren't you satisfied?"
"Yes, baby, I was satisfied," she nodded.
Even though she said she was, Paul wondered. Reaching over she gently toyed with his very limp cock. However, as she played with his penis it started to spring back to life. She massaged his balls and he became all the hornier.
"Don't do that," Paul begged, "please don't, mom."
She knew why he didn't want her to massage any more, but she pretended innocent.
"What's wrong if I do play with it, baby?" she asked sweetly.
"You're giving me another hard-on, mom," he told her, "and I don't want to overwork my dick."
"You're strengthening it this way," she told him. "The penis is a muscle. It needs exercise like any other muscle."
"I've already had a good workout," he said. "You can overdo it."
"As far as I'm concerned, baby, you never could overdo it."