Chapter 2
Greg was dozing when Carol left the motel room. That was best because the goodbyes between the two of them were so painful, even when she had to part from her brother for only the week until their next fucking session.
Out on the street, Carol blinked in the afternoon light. She walked toward her car, trying to forget about fucking so she could concentrate on resuming her everyday life.
"Pot roast for dinner," she muttered under her breath. "Got some frozen vegetables in the freezer. Baked potatoes or rice?"
She'd decided on potatoes by the time she reached the car. She was just opening the door, when something caught her eye. Another car, idling at the intersection waiting at,a stoplight.
The driver of the other car looked her way. For a moment, even with thirty yards between them, their gazes were locked. Then the light turned green, and the back tires of the familiar car dug into the pavement before spinning forward with a screech.
"David." Carol said her son's name with a wince.
Her pained reaction resulted not only from the possibility she might have been seen coming out of the motel, but also because her son reminded her so much of her husband. Sad to say, as far as Carol was concerned, the boy was becoming more like his father every day.
When Carol reviewed her life one regret stood out above all others. Why, oh, why, she would ask herself, did I ever marry Jack Stewart? What made it worse was that she knew the answer, leaving no one to blame but herself.
At the age of twenty, Carol had seen that her love affair with her brother could not continue unless it could be concealed. People were already starting to talk about how inseparable she and Greg were. She needed a front. So she had gone out looking for someone to marry. Unfortunately, it turned out to be Jack Stewart.
In the following years, all that Jack had given her besides two children, was aggravation. He was a self-centered bully who thought a woman's place was either in the kitchen or the bedroom. When she had to fuck him, the best she could do was feel ice inside herself. It was that or becoming physically ill.
For a long time, Carol had put up with her marriage as a necessary evil. But it was getting tougher lately. The kids were growing up, and Jack's influence on them was hard to take. David was turning into a carbon-copy of his overbearing father, while Julie had responded to the tension at home with rebellion. At least Carol could admire her daughter's spirit, even if she had to worry about Julie's adventures with alcohol and fucking.
Tired of thinking about her problems, Carol got into her car and drove toward home, thinking about the bottle of vodka she kept stashed in the pantry. Once she got into the house, she would head straight for it. A few stiff drinks, and maybe she could get through the rest of the day.
A large part of Carol's plan to unwind was having the house to herself. However, things were not going her way.
"Damn!" she hissed when she reached home and saw her son's car in the driveway.
Now she would have to sneak the vodka for herself, because David always ratted to his father when he caught her drinking. It was like having a live-in spy.
Carol went inside through the back door, hoping to avoid her son and get at her bottle. No such luck. David was there, eating a sandwich at the kitchen table, waiting for her.
"Where've you been?" David asked, sounding just like his father and setting his mother's teeth on edge.
"I'm the parent here," Carol said. "I don't have to account for my actions to you."
David smirked like he had just been called in a high-stakes poker game where he held a royal flush.
"Maybe not, Mom. Maybe I would be out of line. Except for one thing," David drawled. "I saw you ..."
Carol felt the blood drain from her cheeks.
"... saw you leaving that motel this afternoon, Mom," David continued. "Now, I asked myself, you know, what would my dear, sweet mother be doing ducking out of a motel in the middle of the afternoon? You might be surprised at how fast I came up with an answer."
David paused to treat himself to a nasty chuckle.
"Or maybe you wouldn't be surprised at that. Get my drift, Mom?"
Carol knew she had to cut her losses. Only by admitting enough to David could she keep him from guessing too much.
"Okay, I won't lie," she told her son. "I've been having an affair. Pm not proud of it, but there it is. Just please—I beg you—don't tell your father."
"Why not?" David taunted.
"I'll make it worth your while," Carol recklessly promised.
"How?"
Carol started to make a deal, then came up short, realizing that she was at a loss for what to offer. Money wouldn't do. David already got plenty of that from his father. What, then?
"I'm going to tell Dad," David vowed. "He'll kick your ass around the house. I wouldn't miss that for anything."
Carol was desperate. Ready to go to any extreme to avoid a beating. She knew from experience that when he was mad, her husband hit hard and often.
"Anything?" she asked her son, hearing her voice as though she were eavesdropping on herself.
She stood up. Wasn't even sure what she was doing until she felt her fingers against her chest as she unbuttoned her blouse.
David's curiosity was more than aroused. "Jesus, Mom," he gulped. "What do you think you're doing?"
Carol felt a surge of confidence when her blouse was open. She'd forgotten her bra back at the motel and her unrestrained tits spilled forth. Firm and full, they bulged in exposure, their nipples a hot shade of pink.
"I've seen you, too, David," Carol told her astonished son. "In the bathroom, when you thought you were alone. Know what you were doing?"
David choked on his fractured breath.
"Playing with yourself. Your cock was in your hand. I watched you come all over yourself. You wiped yourself off with a towel and stuffed it in the bottom of the dirty clothes basket."
David was blushing now. However, the true test of his reaction was at the crotch of his tight jeans. There was a cock bulge there which left nothing to the imagination.
"You know what I told myself that day?" Carol continued. "I said: That kid's hung. What a big cock. The size of his prick puts his father's to shame. Then, I was so excited, I went to my room and finger-fucked my pussy to calm myself down after what I'd seen. But you know what, David?"
"N-no, Mom," the boy stammered.
"I've never completely gotten over it. Once she's had a look at a cock as big as yours, no woman can ever forget it. Sooner or later, the memory of your cock will make her do things that she can't control."
This said, Carol unhitched her skirt. It fell to her feet, leaving her naked except for her bikini panties. Her cunt was a dark shadow through the sheer crotch-panel, excess hair crawling out from under the elastic that cinched her loins.
She pulled her panties up into her cunt gash. Pink and glistening, her pussy lips popped free. Her curly cunt hair bristled.
"My pussy is wet," Carol told her son, making herself squish between the legs with a tug of her panties. "Yes, as wet as I'm sure your cock is hard. Unless I'm crazy, David, you're as turned-on by me as I am by you. I dare you tell me I'm wrong."
She advanced toward her son. When she stood before the chair in which he was sitting, his eyes were directly at the level of her moist cunt.
"Take off my panties, David," Carol said, wiggling her ass so her pussy squished some more.
David reached out with trembling fingers. Snagging his mother's panties, he drew them down her hips. The hairy bush of her cunt popped into view.
Now the panties were lowered to the tops of Carol's thighs. The entire triangle of her pussy was there for her son to see. Its sharp aroma made his nostrils flare.
Seemingly on their own, the panties fell the rest of the way to the floor. Carol stepped out of them, lifting a foot up onto the table. Her pussy was wide-open, grinning with a vertical smile.
"Well, how do you like my cunt?" Carol boldly asked.
"My own m-mother," David gulped. "My own mother's c-cunt."
"All for you, sonny boy," Carol said, fingering her own pussy lips even farther apart. "You can suck my pussy and fuck it. Do anything you want. That is, if you've got the nerve."
"I ... I still don't believe this is happening," David muttered.
"Maybe a taste of cunt will convince you you're not dreaming," Carol answered.
She thrust her pussy mound flush against her son's face, maneuvering until she could feel the lips of his mouth against the lips of her cunt. Drawing from within, she produced a fresh batch of pussy juice that he could not help but sample.
David sighed and slurped as the sweet honey from his mother's cunt seeped across his tongue. To test out his reaction, she tried moving away. He grabbed her around the waist, holding her cunt in place against his sucking mouth.
"Looks like I'm a hit," Carol chuckled while her son eagerly ate her cunt out.
David began to experiment with his tongue, probing within his mother's sobbing pussy. Pussy juice dribbled down his chin while he burrowed between her thighs.
"Deeper, deeper," Carol urged. "Put your tongue in my cunt as far as it'll reach. Like you were fucking me with it. Suck me right, and I'll come right in your mouth."
The prospect of eating his mother's pussy to a climax spurred David on. Stiffening his tongue as though it were cock, he drove into her cunt gash, making the walls of her cunt spasm and her hips roll.
"Keep it up! You're doing absolutely super," Carol rasped in response. "I'll come for you so good. Just don't stop."
David did more than just tongue-fuck. Spanning his mother's narrow waist with his large hands, he, angled his thumbs down so they met at the summit of her cunt. There he located her clit, squeezing it until it swelled as if it might burst.
It was more than Carol had expected. When she'd made up her mind to seduce her son, she'd never anticipated that he would turn out to be such a skillful cunt-sucker. It was certainly one area in which he didn't take after his father.
"Gonna come . . . gonna come," Carol panted. "Take me all the way, David. I'll give you so much hot, sweet pussy juice to swallow."
David pinched his mother's clit with his thumbnails at the same time his tongue surged to the depths of her cunt. It was enough. Carol's ass-cheeks clenched together, her thighs quivered, and her senses sparked. She was coming in her son's face.
"Oooooh, shit, I can't believe how strong it is!" Carol exclaimed, feeling as raw and lowdown as she could be while her orgasm raged.
David gorged himself on her oozing pussy. Several times, when his mother thought her climax had played out, he gave her cunt a tongue-thrust that kept her orgasmic fires blazing. On and on went, his tongue-fucking unrelenting.
Finally, it was Carol who gave ground. All that coming had given her an ache in her pussy from which she had to have relief. Her knees sagged, and she wobbled backward. Losing her balance, she fell to the floor, landing on her ass and her elbows.
"Whew, what a trip," she sighed to her son. "Where did you ever learn to eat pussy like that?"
"It's my first time," David said. "It just came naturally. Once I tasted your cunt, I just knew what to do automatically."
"Hmmmm," Carol chuckled. "Wonder what else comes naturally to you."
She was looking at the swollen lump of cockmeat in her son's jeans. His cock and balls throbbed so much under the denim, that his fly was gradually unzipping itself without being touched.
"Y-you want me to fuck you, huh?" David stuttered.
"What do you think?" Carol purred, raising her knees and spreading her thighs to show off her cunt at its wide-open best.
David stared at his mother's fuck-me pose, his brow wrinkling with thought. She could tell that there was something on her son's mind which she had to pry loose before things went any farther.
"What is it?" she asked.
David took a deep breath and blurted: "I'm cherry, Mom!"
"And since you've never fucked before," Carol sympathetically replied, "you're wondering if your first piece of ass should be your own mother. Right?"
David nodded.
"Let me be the judge of that," Carol soothed. "Come here to mama. Kneel down between my legs, and let me make you comfortable."
Trembling with anxiety, David did as he was told. Carol slipped her fingers inside his half-opened fly and popped his jeans apart so they sagged at his hips.
David wore jockey shorts. The load in the crotch pushed the elastic out at the leg-holes so his smooth balls could be glimpsed pulsing to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Carol rolled the shorts down, folding the waistband over one, two, three times. The hump of David's bent prick bulged into view, capped by a throbbing blue vein.
"Mmmmm, looking good," Carol sighed just before unleashing her son's cock.
She folded the waistband of David's shorts a fourth time. His prick sprang into the open, jutting up at a forty-five-degree angle. His prickhead was a crimson bulb, his cockshaft a thick column. His whole prick extended almost a foot in length.
"My God, you're hung!" Carol gasped in astonishment at the bulk of her son's massive cock.
David was so nervous that he did not catch on to the inconsistency of his mother's surprise. For the truth was that Carol had lied earlier about having seen her son jacking-off. She had just been guessing about the size of his hard-on. It was a gamble that had paid off beyond her wildest expectations.
Carol had launched her seduction of her son for strategic reasons. To keep him from blackmailing her after he had seen her leaving the motel that afternoon. Now, though, her original motive had lost its importance. All that mattered to her at the moment was the promise of his immense prick which loomed before her. The biggest prick she had ever seen.
The way things stood now, she would have gone ahead no matter what. A cock as huge as her son's was something out of every woman's erotic fantasies. If she accomplished nothing else in her life, she could always congratulate herself on getting fucked by such a monster prick. And, should she be foolish enough to let the opportunity pass her by, she would never forgive herself.
"Oh, fuck me, David! Fuck me!" Carol panted. "You've got to fuck me. I've got to have your beautiful prick in my cunt right now, that's all there is to it!"
"Just help me, Mom," David answered. "Help me fuck you right."
"That's what mothers are for," Carol swooned. "I'll make your first fuck the best fuck you'll ever have."
"Yeah, I can believe it," David rasped, looking down between his mother's spread legs where her juicy cunt waited for his cock.
Settling into fucking position, David moved his crotch into the crux of his mother's thighs. She reached for his giant cock, guiding the crown toward the fleshy gates of her cunt.
"Your cock's in," Carol said when she felt her son's cock-head within her cunt. "We've started fucking. And it'll only get better from here on in."
Sliding her fingers down the shaft of his prick, she jerked her wrist. Four or five inches of his cock entered her pussy.
Now she drew her hand away from his hard-on. She figured he was ready to do the rest on his own.
"Deeper, deeper," she told him. "Give me your whole cock in my pussy. Every inch."
"Like this, Mom?" David asked with a horny grin, his hips thrusting so his hard-on stabbed like a sword into her pussy.
"Ab-so-lute-ly!" Carol cried out, her cunt abruptly hilted with nearly twelve inches of cock.
Then she told her son to move his prick. In and out. Back and forth. David's long cock combined with the squeezing walls of Carol's pussy to produce the tightest kind of erotic friction.
"How'm I doing so far, Mom?" David asked after a series of deep cock-surges.
"Oooooh, just perfect, Son," Carol moaned. "Keep it up, and I'll come so much for you that you'll think you're fucking a wild woman."
Then Carol scissored her legs around David's waist, using her strong thighs to control the rhythm of his rocking hips. After a few moments of this, she had achieved the orgasm she had been talking about.
"Holy Christ, I'm coming even harder than I expected!" she squealed. "Keep it happening for me, Son! Fuck me with everything you've got!"
David was primed for the task. So solidly was his prick fucking in his mother's cunt that he had forgotten all about being cherry. His confidence brimming, he responded to her pleas like a master cocksman.
He slipped his hands under the cheeks of her wiggling ass, lifting it off the floor. He ground his crotch against hers while his cock shafted to the depths of her pussy, twisting and pounding like a drill.
"Enough fucking action for you, Mom?" he grunted.
"Never knew I could come sooo gooooooood!" Carol howled. "Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me."
David drove his cock into his mother's cunt with such force, he tipped her body back until she was balanced on her neck and shoulders. She unlocked her legs from around his torso and hooked her knees over his shoulders. He surged like a bull, jack-knifing her frame so his prick plunged straight down in her hoisted pussy.
"You stud!" Carol exclaimed. "Just when I think I've come as strong as I can, you take me even higher. And the more I come, the more fucking I want. Just keep moving your big cock in my cunt."
"Only one thing that can stop me from fucking you forever, Mom," David answered. "That's when I've got to come myself."
"Got a big load of jizz for me?" Carol bubbled with anticipation.
"Twice as much as I ever shot when I was jacking-off," he replied. "I've been holding back, letting my cum build, ever since I started fucking you. When I let loose, your cunt won't be able to hold all the cum my cock's gonna put into it."
"How much longer are you going to fuck before you blow your load?"
"Not long, the way your tight cunt's working over my cock, Mom," David rasped. "My balls are aching from the pressure. That cum's gotta get out real soon."
"Well, I'm ready whenever you are, Son," Carol eagerly responded. "The only thing better than coming myself will be taking a load of your hot jizz in my pussy."
"Okay, then. I'm gonna sock it to you, Mom."
"Drown me in cum if you can!" Carol shrieked.
Then she tightened the muscles of her pussy into a noose around David's straining prick. She reached down and squeezed her son's balls.
That was it for David. His crotch bucked. His prick flexed, seeming to temporarily grow an extra inch in his mother's pussy. Like a pot that had boiled over, his balls spilled their scalding load of jizz. The cum gushed through the shaft of his hard-on and poured into the thirsty core of Carol's fuck-hole.
David's jism was even thicker and hotter than Carol had expected. It seemed as if his jizz would never quit spurting into her cunt, and with every burst, her climax reached new heights.
Mother and son were both so seized by orgasm that their behavior gave way to sheer frenzy. They rolled around on the floor like they were wrestling, taking turns on top as their orgasms overwhelmed them.
By the time they finished climaxing, they had run into a wall, stacking themselves up like a couple of accident victims. Inevitably, exhaustion replaced their lust. Embracing, they toppled side by side, David's spent cock softening in his mother's pussy, while Carol's orgasmic intensity melted into a soothing afterglow.
Mother and son lay in one another's arms for a long while, silently recovering from the draining experience of incestuous fucking. Finally, David spoke.
"Well," he sighed, "I did it. I fucked you, Mom. What now?"
"I don't know/' Carol admitted. "Guess we just play it by ear."
"Yeah. Suppose that's all we can do," David said. "There are no rules to follow when a guy and his mom have the hots for each other. The best they can do is just be careful about getting caught. Damn careful."
"You're worried about your dad, aren't you?" Carol asked.
"He'd kill both of us if he found out we've fucked," David stated matter-of-factly.
Carol shuddered at what she knew to be the truth.
"We'll just play it by ear," she repeated. "And hope for the best."
"I've just fucked the best," David told his mother. "The problem is that I want a lot more of the same."
Hearing this praise, Carol had to kiss her son. And, as their lips met, she knew that self-control would have very little place in their new relationship. Five minutes later, they were fucking again.