Chapter 1
It was a very difficult thing being a mother Louise Bentley knew. Her young 16-year-old son Frank was having problems with his girl friend. And for some reason he didn't hesitate talking to her in the most intimate detail about those problems. It bothered her, as she didn't think it was the appropriate thing to do. "Darling," she said with a quivering voice to young
Frank who was standing before her, "I don't think you should discuss these intimate things with me. After all what you and Marilyn do is really your business."
He walked back and forth.
"I wish my dad would talk to me about these things," he said nervously.
"Well, your father is too busy," Louise hedged for his father.
"Sure, Mom," he said, "he's too busy. You know he makes out. He isn't loyal to you."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said nervously.
"Oh, yes you do," he said, "You don't want to."
Louise stood there in her negligee looking at hef son who was standing there in his shorts. It bothered her. She could see he had an erection and she didn't hardly know what to do about this. She decided that no doubt the best thing for her to do would be to go to bed. Walking over to her bed she sat on the edge of it. Then looking up at him she told him, "Why don't you go to bed?"
"Alone?" he smiled, "With a hard-on like this?"
"Look honey," she explained, "I can't do anything about that. I don't know what men do when they get erections like that, I think they use their hand or something."
"You know what men do," he told her quickly, "You know damn well what they do."
"Don't talk to me like that," she said anxiously, "Please don't."
"I've got to mom," he said, "I've got to talk to somebody or I'm going to go out of my mind."
"Oh, don't say that darling," she insisted, "You're not going to go out of your mind at all. You know, baby, when you say things like that you will make them happen."
"At this point I don't care," he said quickly.
"Darling, you've got to care," she tried to help him understand.
"Mom," he said, "What does a kid do with a big cock like this?"
Saying no more he pulled down his shorts and exposed himself to his mother's eyes. Louise gasped. She hadn't had any good sex in a long time. It was true and Frank had stated it truthfully, that her husband had terribly neglected her. As she looked at that long prick before her, with its glistening crown, she almost wished she could have it. Such an emotion was wrong. She knew she shouldn't desire her own son.
"Oh," he panted, "Mom, please, please, touch me."
Fascinated and hypnotized by him, she moved her hand over to him. She touched the edge of it.
"Isn't it beautiful?" he smiled. "Isn't that a nice prick?"
"You shouldn't be doing this," she said quickly, "it's wrong baby. All wrong."
There was no stopping now, as he was so stimulated and excited, he wanted more and more.
"Oh mom," he gasped eagerly, "Oh please, please do me."
"What do you mean?" she demanded, "What do you mean Frank?"
The tremble in her voice warned him that she was about ready to give in.
"I mean pull it for me. I'm tired of pulling it myself. Please, mom, pull it for me."
She pulled it quickly and he really got excited.
"Oh baby," he panted eagerly, "that's too much. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Now you're pulling. Faster, like that!"
Letting her hand move back and forth quickly, he became more and more excited.
"Oh, honey," he panted, "that is wild. That's beautiful!"
The more she pulled on the rod, the more stimulated he became.
"Oh, darling," he panted excitedly, "That is too much. Oh yes baby."
The pleasure was rapidly building now. And he was enjoying it more every moment.
"Mom," the young boy panted, "do I ever love the way you play with me. Oh, yes, that's it. Grab it. Love it."
Even though she knew it was wrong to be doing this, she couldn't stop.
"Oh, son," she said, clasping his ass in her hand and pulling on his cock faster, "I hate myself for doing this but I want to do it. Something is wrong with me to be doing this."
"No, No," he cried out passionately, "this is fun. There is nothing wrong."
The pleasure now was building, and as she moved closer to his cock she had the sudden urge to slip her mouth over it.
"Mom," he said, "could you let your pink tongue slide out and lick?"
"Oh, no darling," she assured him, "I could never do that." Yet, as she got hotter and hotter she realized that she co,uld. And suddenly, the hot tongue was lashing away.
"Oh, yes," the young boy panted as he grabbed his mother's head and forced her down over his cock. "That's it. Oh, yes!"
He was amazed at how much fun he could have doing this. Yet, he didn't let his amazement stop him. He was going to town now.
"Suck," he panted, "suck, mom, suck."
Every second was more beautiful than the last. And now he was going out of his mind with pleasure and passion.
"Oh," he panted, "that is beautiful. Oh yes baby, I love it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Faster, faster, honey, that's what I like. Keep it going."
She was amazed what she could do for him. She remembered how she had done it for her husband. And she decided she would do the same thing for him. Suddenly, she pulled her mouth off his prick a second.
"Oh, darling," she said, "forgive me. Your own mother. Oh, I'm sorry."
Frank wasn't sorry. He was only distressed that she had stopped.
"Don't stop in the middle of a suck," he complained. "Get your mouth back on it."
Her mouth moved back to the meat. Then he begged her once more. "Suck it."
Now she went back to sucking. But, all she could think about was what she had done for her husband.
"Oh, mom, eat it. Eat my dick!"
It was a passionate sight. Louise loving her son. Frank was a beautiful boy. He had done a lot of swimming and he had a very athletic body. She had done quite a few things with her husband. As her husband was forever demanding her to excite him every conceivable way. She was ashamed at times at what he would ask. But now she was delighted and excited that she could stimulate and titillate her own son. Knowing it was wrong didn't bother her.
"Oh, mom, suck!" he said, his voice pitch rising higher.
She pulled her mouth off his prick momentarily and begged, "Darling, get your naked body in the bed with me. I will do things for you that dear dad loves. I will show you everything tonight. I don't know why I'm so stimulated but I am."
He didn't waste any time. Naked, young Frank hopped in the bed. He spread his legs for her. She crouched at his crotch and cupped his ass cheeks in her hands. Suddenly, she let her tongue slide out around his ass-hole.
"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I love. Oh, yes, mom, do that."
Now he was really enjoying it. Every second of it.
"Love me, mom," he begged her, "love me."
The pleasure was building now as she held his ass in place. Then, she really got a thrilling thing for him going. She slid her tongue way up his ass-hole. As it went up there farther and farther, the passion built.
"Oh," he gasped, "that is too wonderful mom. Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
The beautiful moment had arrived. And now he was enjoying it, every fabulous second of it.
"You're too much, mom," he panted eagerly.
"Oh, yes I love that. Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
The pleasure had built to feverish pitch. She was playing with his balls, as she sucked his ass out.
"Oh, do it for me," he begged her, "do it. Oh, ah, yes mom, yes. That's what I like. Keep loving me."
There was no doubt in her mind about pleasing him. She wanted in the worst way to give him pleasure. Pure pleasure.
"Lick it," he gasped excitedly, "lick the ass. Oh, mom, lick my ass-hole!"
At this point, she was trembling with passion. She could feel his juices rising. His balls were swelling, and she was eager now for him.
"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that is wild. Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
Suddenly she slid her tongue out of his ass-hole and grabbed his dick. She let her tongue lick up to the top of the rod. Then she sucked the head of the cock.
"Eat my meat," he begged, "Eat it baby, eat it."
She was wasting no time. She knew what he needed. He was ready to deliver. He loved it.
"Oh, yes," he panted eagerly, "that's what I dig." Nothing was going to stop her for long now.
"Oh, mom," he begged, "that's wild. You know just how to love me. You do."
He was happy that he could get her this stimulated and excited, and she was glad that he was turning on. She let her mouth travel to the base of his dick. Then her hands played with his balls.
"Oh, yes," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I like. Do it. Do that."
Every second was more beautiful for him and any moment he knew he would be exploding.
"Keep it up," he begged, "keep doing it. Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
Now, he was grabbing her head. He was guiding her down over his dick.
"Oh, like that," he begged eagerly, "like that!"
Suddenly, she played with his balls. He loved the feel of her hands massaging his balls while she sucked. He knew it was wrong to have sex with his own mom. But she was a beautiful young blonde woman and he was crazy for her. His father was a dark-haired, dark-skinned intense man. And Frank took after his father. As he felt her blonde hair over him as he guided her head, he would thrust forward.
"Oh," he gasped, "suck me, mom. Suck me."
His mom loved it. Every fabulous second of it.
"Oh, eat it," he begged eagerly. "Oh, yes. Yes. That's it. Oh, ah, do it, baby, do it." The hot delicious excitement was building and building. Every second becoming more intense, more exciting.
"Suck my meat," he begged, "suck me, baby, suck me."
At this point his pleasure knew no bounds. He knew that in a second or two he would be shooting.
"Suck it off, mama," he begged, "suck it, get the juice. Oh, mom, suck my prick!"
Now, the meat exploded. His mother gobbled every delicious drop of his juice. When she pulled her mouth off him, she was breathless with excitement.
"Oh, darling," she gasped excitedly, "what a wonderful time we had."
Indeed, they had had a delightful time. It was impossible for him to believe it had happened. Yet as he looked at her breasts swaying over his tool, he had to admit the truth. He had fucked his own mother.
"What's that look on your face for, Frank?" she demanded.
"I'm still in shock," he said, "It isn't everyday a guy fucks his own mom."
"Well, I guess I am a little bit more appealing than some moms," she congratulated herself.
"That's the truth," he agreed. "You really do have some good equipment. Those juicy knockers of yours always have turned me on."
"I thought you had a little erotica in mind when you used to nibble on them when you were a little boy," she laughed.
Now he was becoming more intensely anxious to have sex with her.
"Darling," she said, "we've done wrong. We really shouldn't do anything more." She was preparing to move away but he wanted to see her naked.
"Let me see all of you."
"Oh, I shouldn't expose myself to your view," she said.
"That's a big laugh," he said quickly. "You weren't afraid to suck me off, but you are afraid to have me look at you. You're disgusting."
"I'm just trying to be realistic," she said quickly. "It just isn't right, honey."
"What do you know about right and wrong?" he demanded.
"Plenty," she said quickly. "I know that it would be absolutely wrong to let you see me naked."
"I'll tell daddy you blew me," he teased her.
"You wouldn't," she said, "you naughty boy."
"Look, mom," he said, "I've got something on you. If I tell daddy that you sucked me off what do you think he would do?"
"That's blackmail you're asking me to submit to," she objected, "you can't make me submit to blackmail."
"Oh, yes I can," he said. "No, darling," she objected, "don't do that." After a long, moment she realized he meant business.
"Sweetheart," she said, "you're getting so difficult and impossible."
"I'm wising up," he said. "For a man to get what he wants in this world, he has to wise up."
"Alright," she said, "just this once. But I don't think I'm doing the right thing."
"You weren't worried about that when you let me see your tits. Now let me see your cunt, too."
She knew he was curious.
"I know you are going to see it sooner or later," she said nervously, "you might as well see it sooner, I guess."
She wasn't at all turned on at the idea of displaying her body for him. But if he was going to make such a big fuss about it, she thought she might as well.
"Okay," she agreed, "you can look at me."
She slipped out of her negligee. Then sudden fear bothered her.
"What are you trembling for?" he asked.
"I just got to thinking what would happen if dad caught us."
"Forget that," he said, "don't even give it a thought."
"But I have to," she said. "No, you don't," he said, "not if you don't want to."
She was standing there in the nude, and he was getting more excited every minute.
"Oh, baby," he told her excitedly, "you are beautiful."
She knew she was, and it was really bugging the hell out of her that her own son was giving her more attention than her husband.
"Do you like my body?" she said, "do I look like you thought I did?"
"Even more beautiful, mom," he said, "you look yummy."
"Yummy?" Louise laughed, "whatever does that mean?"
"That means, you look good enough to eat."
"Oh," Louise said arching an eyebrow.
"Do you want to eat me, son ? "
"Yes, mom," he nodded, "I'd like to suck cunt. I've heard about it. Guys at school talk about eating pussy, and I've never had my tongue in anybody's twat."
"Well, starting with your mother's twat, isn't a good beginning, baby," she said.
"Everybody has to start somewhere," he said.
"That's true," she said, "but I have a few principles left. It was bad enough to lick your dick, but to let you eat my cunt would be going too far."
"You're impossible, mom," he laughed, as he pulled her body to him. She loved the feel of his hot hands in her buttocks. Then she felt his tongue swirling around her cunt.
"Oh," she panted, "that is too much. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That is beautiful."
This was really exciting now. She loved the way the hot tongue licked all around her twat, and suddenly he stiffened his tongue and then he stabbed it in.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "that's too much. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's beautiful."
Suddenly, the hot tongue was lashing away at her clitoris. Her body quivered with excitement. She loved his hot hands massaging her ass cheeks. But more than that she loved that tongue sliding inside her.
"Keep it up, darling," she panted breathlessly, "Oh, yes, baby, I love it."
Indeed, Louise did love it. Every moment was more beautiful than the last.
"Keep it up," she begged, "Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes."
He kept it going, and every second became more pleasurable.
"Oh, darling," she panted, "I'm really enjoying this."
The pleasure built and built. Suddenly, she knew that she would juice. His tongue was reaching inside, licking her vagina walls. She loved the feel of the exciting tongue slipping around inside.
He reached up and gripped her breasts while he sucked her pussy.
"Oh, Frank, baby," she gasped, "what a wonderful son you are. Love me, love mama's twat."
Frank was indeed a sensual son. He loved sex. So much so in fact that when he couldn't find an outlet other than home, he decided to put the make on mom. All he wanted was action. Whether it was a girl at school he could make it with or his own mom, made no difference. The thing was to get some sex.
"Do it," she panted, "do it. Oh, ah, yes, yes-Love me."
She loved him so much now, that she was grasping his head and guiding him around. Her fingers clawed into his scalp. He could hardly believe she was this intense and eager for it too.
"Oh, mom," he panted, "yes, yes, do it."
The pleasure was building every second. Now he was shaking and trembling.
"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "yes, baby. That's too much. Do it. Oh, baby do it."
He was really turned on. All the way.
"Oh, darling," he panted, "you are too much. I really am enjoying this."
"Sweetheart," she explained, "never take your tongue out of a twat before it juices. Stay right in there, keep pitching. Lick."
He got the point. He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her back to him. Then his hot tongue went down. He was licking quicker now, and determined to get her there.
"Honey, oh, sweetheart," she panted, "I'm almost there. Lick it. Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
At this point she was vibrating with emotion. She wanted to juice. She wanted to gush in his face and give him a chance to eat her. Finally she did cum.
"Oh," he panted excitedly, "you made it, baby, you made it."
The super sensations of being sucked by her own son, had her trembling and shaking all over. Her hands gripped his head and guided him as he finished her.
"Oh," he panted, "that's too much, baby, too much."
The delicious pleasure had really brought her happiness.
"Oh, darling, Frank," she sighed as he withdrew his tongue from her pussy, "you are wonderful. You'll never know what that meant to me. Oh, baby, I just loved it."
She couldn't quit talking about how much fun he had given her. Indeed, Frank was happy and proud for what he had achieved. He had made mama juice, and he was glad he could do that for her.
"Sweetheart," she sighed, "I love you so much and I'm ashamed of myself. I feel both emotions. I feel proud, darling, that you have loved me. Yet, I feel ashamed and humiliated for asking you to do it."
"Don't feel that way," he told her. "We just wanted something and we couldn't find anyone else, so we did it."
Louise Bentley broke down, weeping. She bent over on the bed sobbing.
"Oh, darling," she sobbed, "I'm so ashamed of myself. I really am."
Her shame was causing her to vibrate.
"Why," he said, "all we did was make love."
"Yes," she said, "all we did was make love but, honey, we have no right to, you and me."
"What do you mean we have no right to?" he said abruptly.
"Don't you understand, darling?" she asked. "We have no right to make love because we are mother and son. People hate people who do things like that. Don't you understand?"
"It isn't very easy for me to understand," he said. "All I know is what I feel."
"Well, darling," she said, "I don't understand why people feel that way, myself. We had something going with each other. For us it couldn't be wrong. Yet, I must admit I did have a tinge of guilt when I looked at you down there at my cunt eating it. Not that I didn't love it, baby, I did. But I felt guilty. It's taking advantage of you. You're a hot-blooded young boy. It's true that you need passion and pleasure, but it is equally true, darling, that I have no right to demand it from you."
"I think that love depends on a lot of things like what you put into it."
"Very well stated, son," she said, "but this type of love is called incest."
"What?" he asked curiously.
"They call it incest," she explained. "That's when two people in the same family want to make it."
"And incest is supposed to be real bad?" he asked.
"Yes," she admitted, "real bad. As a matter-of-fact if they had any idea that I was doing something with my own son, do you know what they would do to me?"
"I have no idea, mom."
"They would make it really rough," she explained.
"What would they do?" he demanded curiously.
"Lock me up," she said. "For making love?" he asked. "For making love-the wrong way," she said.
Louise knew she needed a drink.
"I'm glad your father isn't coming home tonight," she said. "I wouldn't be up to meeting him after this."
"You were talking about getting a divorce from him weren't you?" he asked curiously.
"We were considering it," she admitted.
"Why?" he demanded.
"I don't like to talk about him behind his back," she said.
"Go ahead and tell me," he urged her.
"All right," she said, "I'll tell you why. Because he has been untrue to me. He has been playing around with a girl at the office. I know her name. Shirley, Shirley, that little dark-haired wench with the big tits. Your father was always a pushover for big tits."
"Is that why he married you, mom?" young Frank smiled.
"Maybe," she said, "of course I've got a good pussy too. You've only had your tongue in there son, but your dad says that I have snapping pussy muscles."
"Snapping pussy muscles?" young Frank asked.
"Yes, honey," she exclaimed. "You see I can make my pussy snap."
"Could you make it snap for me, mom?" he said. "This cock is getting hard at the thought of it."
"Oh, I shouldn't have told you about that," she said quickly. "I knew you would want it if
I did."
"It's okay, mom," he said. "We've done each other one way, we ought to try some other ways."
"We ought to stop doing anything with each other," she told him frankly. "We've both done something terrible and I'm the worst because I'm the adult that led you into it."
"That's a lot of crap," he said quickly. "I led you into it. I told you I wanted you."
"Well, that wouldn't make any difference as far as the law is concerned," she informed him. "The way the law looks at it if you're older that's enough. That's enough to make you guilty."
"Go and get your drink, mom," he suggested slyly, hoping that the drink would loosen her morals some more.
Louise stepped naked across the bedroom, and her son watched her ass as she glided out of the room. She went to the bar in the living room and poured herself two shots of bourbon. She gulped them both down quickly, and then she went back into the bedroom.
"Are you ready?" he smiled.
"For what, honey?" she laughed.
"I can wait a little longer," he said.
"Good," she laughed, "I like them a little longer."
He looked at her and laughed. Reaching down he grasped his tool. He began pumping on it vigorously.
"Well, I'll get it a little longer for you, if you want it that way," he chuckled.
Now he was pumping industriously on his penis. He was going to get it harder for her.
"Oh, baby," he panted quickly, "look at this dick now. You'll really enjoy having that sliding into you."
"I'm sure I will," she agreed.
It was getting more and more exciting for them every moment. Soon, he was ready for action.
"Oh, baby," he panted quickly, "this is going to be a lot of fun."
Soon she lay on the bed for him.
"Okay, darling," she said, "I guess you might as well learn about sex. Come on and shove it to me."
She lay on the bed, and spread her legs for him. He straddled her, and drove his cock into her.
"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "that is beautiful. Oh, yes. Oh, fuck it."
The hard dick drove into her. She loved it. Every thrust of it was more exciting than the last.
"Keep it up," she panted, "Oh, yes, I like it, just like that." The hard dick was drilling into her quicker and quicker now.
"Fuck it," he panted, "Fuck me."
Every moment was more intensely pleasurable than the last. Soon, he knew that her muscles would go to work.
"Baby, come," she told him. "I'm going to grab your ass and hang on."
Now she went to work gripping his tool with her cunt muscles. She began making snapping movements with her pussy and he got the point of what she had been talking about.
"Boy, feel it," he gasped excitedly. "You can really do it, mom. Oh, ah, yes. That's beautiful. Oh, I love that."
The delicious pleasure of what they were doing now, was really reaching him.
"Oh," he panted excitedly, "that's too much. Oh, baby, I love that."
Harder and harder the dick drove in there. Every second was more exciting than the last. Soon he knew that the penis would be shooting.
"Fuck me," she begged him as she grabbed his ass hard. "Fuck me, give it to me."
She was amazed with what force he could drive his tool into her. She hadn't been balled like this for a long time. She was proud and happy that she was getting it now.
"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "that's beautiful. Fuck it, fuck it baby, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
She was enjoying it more every second.
"Oh, baby," he panted passionately, "that's what I like. Fuck!"
The hard tool was sliding in there at such speed and force, that it made the bed shake.
"Screw it!" she panted excitedly, "keep that going, baby. That's what I want. Just like that, honey. Keep doing it."
The hard dick was really giving her happiness. With every thrust, she became more and more excited.
"Oh," he panted, "that's wild, baby, wild."
Certainly it was wild. The pleasure was building every second.
"Oh," he. panted excitedly, "that's too much. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's what I want!"
The delicious enjoyment was reaching him now.
"Oh, baby," he panted excitedly, "that's too much!"
Suddenly, the hard dick exploded in her cunt. She ground her hips around. She squeezed his cock with her cunt muscles. She was clasping it now for dear life.
"Oh," he panted excitedly, "yes, yes, baby, that's what I want. Keep doing it."
The pleasure would never end. He could hardly stand it.
"Screw me," he begged, "screw me, mom." She kept her pussy muscles active, even though he had shot off once. She was hoping that he could make it for the second time. To add to his pleasure, she let a finger slide into his ass-hole. He loved the feel of her pumping finger.
"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "that's wild! Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
The passionate pleasure that they had derived from this activity was really reaching them.
"Oh, mom," he panted, "I'll make it again. You're rubbing my prostate too."
"Good," she said. "I want you to enjoy this, son."
There was no doubt about it, he was going to enjoy it and quickly.
"Fuck it," she gasped eagerly. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
Harder and harder the dick drove in and with every thrust he was becoming more and more intrigued.
"Oh, baby," she panted excitedly, "that's what I want. Screw it!"
Suddenly, the big dick exploded. She twisted her hips around and let her cunt muscles clasp the tool.
"Oh," she gasped excitedly, "that is beautiful, baby, beautiful."
The delicious excitement that swept over them both like waves in an erotic sea, had brought both of them to a beautiful climax.
"Oh, mom," he gasped excitedly, "I made it again."
Indeed he had made it again. He was proud of his achievement.
"Oh, sweetheart," he said, "we sure had a good time of it."
"Yes, we did, darling," she admitted. "It's a lot of fun to fuck, even if it is someone in the family."
She giggled as she thought about it.
"On that, darling, I need another drink. I feel as guilty as hell."
"So do I, darling," he said.
The two of them were happy Happy with each other. Now, she needed another drink.
"Darling," she said, "could you go get mother the bottle?"
"Don't tell me you're going to drink it from the bottle now, mom?" he smiled.
"Why not?" she said, "it saves dirtying the glasses."
"That's not funny, mom," he said.
"I thought it was," she said, "I heard it in a picture. It was some drunk, who was getting really unhappy because he only had three Cadillacs or something. Well, go get the bottle dear, or I will."
Obediently, Frank went to get the bottle for his mother from the other room.
"Thank you, dear," she said, when he returned with it.
"Oh, that's alright, mom," he chuckled.
They had a good time drinking and she didn't object to Frank's drinking too.
"You're right on, mom," he said, "I'm so glad you don't object to me having a little liquid refreshment."
"Oh, I wouldn't object," she said, "if you're old enough to screw, you're old enough to drink too. Right?"
"Right on," he laughed.
As she guzzled more liquor, a guilt feeling came over her.
"Do you think I'm a bad influence, son," she asked.
"A very, very bad influence," he said. "And that's why I love you mom."
"You do love me don't you dear?" she said. "Yes, I do," he said.
It was a very difficult thing for him to admit one thing and he thought he would discuss it with his mother.
"Mom," he asked, "do you thing I'm a mother-fucker?"
"Why, Frank," she said abruptly, "I should wash your mouth out with soap for saying a thing like that."
"Well, it's true," he said quietly, "that's what I am."
"You are not, honey," she said quickly. "You are not a mother-fucker at all."
He looked at her and asked, "Why not? I screwed you, and you are my mom. That makes me a mother-fucker."
He suddenly burst out laughing.
"Don't say that," she insisted, "that sounds terrible. I'm ashamed of us both."
"Don't be," he said, "we've done nothing wrong. Nothing."
It was difficult for him to shake all of this from his conscience. He marveled that his mother could. She was able to do it with ease.
"You don't feel guilty at all, do you mom?" he asked.
"No, darling, I don't," she admitted.
"How come?" he asked.
"Well, that's because they haven't got a term 'son-fucker', " she laughed.
"That's true," he said, "it's always the other way around. The mother-fucker is the bad guy. I wonder why that is."
"It's a very interesting question," she admitted, "It makes me rather curious too. There are so many things in this world that make me curious, I must admit."
"Mom, are we going to be able to continue this?"
"As long as your daddy isn't around, dear," she said.
"Good," he said, "because I really enjoyed fucking you. Let me tell you, mom, you've got a real tight twat."
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said. "It's all alright as long as we never tell anybody. And I'm sure son that if you want me to keep having sex with you, you won't reveal this to anybody."
He smiled at her.
"I'll never tell anybody, mom. I don't want to be known as the mother-fucker. You can't blame me for that, can you?"
"No, Frank," she said.