Chapter 2
"I've had it!" Patty spat, her anger rising rapidly. "I can't take this any more!"
Andrew watched his mother, wondering what exactly he should do. He was a bright young man, capable of seeing more than he probably should have. His mother and father had been arguing lately about how much Papa worked. Andrew didn't have all the details, but he suspected things had come to a boiling point that morning.
Patty, Andrew's mother, had started drinking a little before noon that day. And now she was three-quarters smashed, and looking as sexy as Andrew had ever seen her. He figured she was on her way to some pick-up bar to fuck some stranger. That was his suspicion, and he didn't know that he was dead on the mark.
"Come on, Mama," Andrew said, watching his mother's clumsy fingers trying to stuff the appropriate key into the ignition. "Just cool down a little. If you take off now you'll get nailed by the cops on a drunk driving charge. Do you really want that?"
Patty looked at her son and cursed herself. He was like his father -- not terribly handsome, but possessing that certain special something that was so exciting it made her pussy wet just thinking about it.
What could she do? She couldn't tell Andrew, her own son, what she really wanted to have happen. How could he ever understand that she was frustrated with her husband working all the time and not fucking her enough? How could he know that she was so horny she could hardly cross her legs without cumming?
"Come on, get out of the car," Andrew said. His tone had quite suddenly taken on some authority, not unlike what his father sometimes sounded like. He opened the car door and grabbed his mother by the arm, almost dragging her out of the car. "You don't want to get yourself in trouble, do you?"
"And what if I do?" Patty shot back. She was tired of everything, and right now all she wanted to do was drink a little more liquor, then find herself a man who would fuck her until she came.
Patty wobbled a little when Andrew pulled her to her feet. Andrew took a moment to look at his mother in a way he never really had before. There was no doubting that Patty was beautiful. She had full, sensual lips that would feel magnificent pressed against his own lips or wrapped around his big, hard cock. Her hair was dark, wavy, coming down to her shoulders in luxurious waves and it moved with her moves, flouncing about, always seeming to get in the way, and looking sexy as ever. She was of medium height, but her body was anything but average. Patty had big tits, huge mounds of succulent flesh that billowed out away from her body, jiggling and bouncing whenever she walked. And they were extremely sensitive. She loved it whenever her husband sucked on her nipples. It was nearly enough to make her cum, but then again, she came easily. Her waist was trim and slender and her hips had enough flare to them to truly define her femininity, and to give her womanly curves.
Studying Patty's beauty and body as he never had before, Andrew suddenly felt his cock starting to get hard.
"What are you, the cops?" she said, then giggled. "Hey, I like this. I get arrested by my own son!"
"I'm not a cop, Mama," Andrew said, sounding peeved. He held onto his mother's arm, wishing his cock wasn't getting hard inside his slacks, cursing himself for watching the way his mother's big, creamy tits wiggled and jiggled inside her blouse.
Patty's anger flared again. She didn't need her own son telling her what she couldn't do.
"Take your hands off me!" she hissed, turning to face Andrew. She had inadvertently rubbed her tits against his hand when she turned. The contact against her lust-hardened nipples sent fire coursing through her veins. "Just leave me alone, Andrew. Do as I tell you now! After all, I'm your mother and you're supposed to obey me!"
And then, looking into her son's eyes, Patty saw something she had never seen before. It was lust. Raw, pure, uninhibited lust. It was exactly the same thing that she used to see in his father's eyes, and realizing that was so mindboggling to Patty, that she couldn't speak.
Andrew turned his mother around and pushed her arms flew out and she caught herself, her palms flat against the inside of the garage wall.
"What are you doing, Andrew? This is no way to treat your mother!"
"Just stand there," Andrew said, keeping Patty pushed against the wall.
Patty wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but she doubted she was going to enjoy it. There was something about Andrew that was entirely frightening, something that made the hair tingle the back of Patty's neck. It was a warning sign that had never failed Patty before, and she wondered what it meant now.
He placed his hands on Patty's shoulders for a moment, then pushed thorn down slowly, running his palms against her. When they reached a point just below her underarms, the hands slipped around Patty's body and then cupped her big tits.
"Ohhhhh! These are fucking fantastic!" Andrew chuckled, pressing his fingers deep into the firm, succulent mounds of Patty's D-cup tits.
"Andrew, what on earth do you think you're doing?" Patty's senses were dulled from the alcohol she'd drunk. It wasn't like her to drink too much. The hands pressing against her tits, even through her silk blouse and bra, felt wonderful. But she shouldn't feel this way about her own son, she tried to tell herself. It wasn't right to let Andrew touch her this way, or to treat her so roughly, forcefully, and lustily.
Patty closed her eyes, feeling the tingles creep through her body as Andrew's fingers worked over her nipples. She wanted to protest, to fight against Andrew and tell him to go to his room, but she couldn't make her throat speak the words her mind screamed that she should say.
He worked his hands over her tits, massaging her big tits with alternating pressure, sometimes pinching her bud-like nipples almost painfully hard, other times running his fingertips over her nipples with a feather-light touch.
"Nice fucking tits," Andrew repeated.
"Andrew, you shouldn't use words like that. And you certainly shouldn't be touching me like this." But why, Patty wondered, am I standing here letting him do this?
His left hand continued to work over Patty's tits, but his right hand traveled southward, over Patty's flat stomach. She held her breath with anticipation when her son's palm pressed against her lower abdomen, then continued its path toward her pussy.
"I'll bet you've got a real hot pussy, don't you, Mama?"
Patty did not answer Andrew. She knew there was no reason to. He would understand soon enough how horny she was. As soon as he touched her cunt, he'd feel her pussyjuice, feel how slick her cunt was, how wet she was, how exquisitely ready she was for his cock. She cursed herself for her own rampant lusts and realized at the same time that there wasn't a thing she could do to change herself.
Patty cursed her husband, too. If he didn't work so much, she wouldn't be leaning against the garage wall, allowing her own son to feel her up. Then Andrew's crotch was pushing against her asscheeks, and even through his slacks and her own, Patty could feel the hardness of Andrew's prick. Patty, her head hanging down and her chin nearly touching her chest, breathed in quick, shallow gulps, fighting to keep her senses about her, wanting to be consciously aware of everything Andrew was doing to her.
The hand pushed between her legs, curling around, puffing up so that Andrew's fingers pushed against Patty's cunt. When he forced her panties to mash more tightly against her pussylips, Patty could not keep from moaning. Her clit, small and erect and tingling with lust, sent sizzling waves of pure, unbridled desire coursing through her veins.
"Ohhhhhh!" Patty moaned, her hands against the wall.
Andrew gouged his fingers deep into one tit as he rubbed his fingers back and forth between Patty's thighs. He could feel the heat of her cunt against his fingers. Moving his hips from side to side, he rubbed his rapidly hardening, mammoth cock against Patty's asscheeks.
"Yeah, I knew you were hot, Mama," Andrew said confidentially, pleased with himself. "You're the type of woman who just can't get enough cock. You may not admit it, but that's the way you are. A fucking nymphomaniac who'll fuck and suck at the drop of a hat or the sight of a big cock! You can't stand the fact that Papa's got to work so much, so you were going out to find yourself a man to fuck. But you don't need to go anywhere to get laid. No you don't, Mama. No need to leave your house because I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you just the way you know you need to be fucked."
Patty cursed Andrew for saying the things he said, and she cursed herself because each and every word rang true. She was a lusty wench, a horny nymphomaniac who would do almost anything in the sexual realm just to experience a new thrill, a new sensation. But she wanted to do those lusty things with her husband, not with her son.
"Please, don't do this," Patty whispered, feeling somehow obligated to say such words. She pushed her feet a little farther behind herself, pushing harder against the wall, her arms trembling as she remained in the leaning position that Andrew had put her in.
Each time her son's hand moved up or down, pressing firmly against the juncture of her thighs, Patty's passion became greater, her lust hotter, and her desire more intense. Her long lashes batted against her cheeks and her full, sensual lips were parted. In her mind she envisioned what was happening and she was able to see herself from a distance. There she was, leaning against the wall with her feet spread behind her with Andrew feeling her big tits and rubbing her pussy.
The mental vision was almost enough to make Patty cum right then and there.
"Don't you move," Andrew said quietly. "Don't you move a muscle."
Patty said nothing. There really was nothing much to say. The fire in her pussy had grown to forest fire proportions and the only way it was ever going to be doused was if she got fucked. It was an uncomfortable realization for Patty, but one she had to accept.
"Andrew, wait a second and..."
"I told you to be quiet!"
Patty closed her eyes for a moment, trying to think clearly, coherently. When she felt Andrew's hands at the front of her slacks, then felt the snap come unfastened, she trembled a little. When Andrew caught the tip of her zipper and opened her slacks, Patty rolled her head back on her shoulders, her flesh tingling, her mind reeling with the hazy reality of what was about to happen.
"Let's see your ass," Andrew hissed, a touch of cruelty in his tone. "I've got to see your ass."
Very slowly, taking his time to enjoy each instant of what he was doing, Andrew tugged and pulled Patty's slacks past the succulent curve of her hips. He brought her slacks down to around the mid-thigh level and paused a moment to eye her asscheeks, encased in the tight-fitting black bikini panties.
"Sexy. You are one sexy lady, Mama," he whispered, his monstrously long cock throbbing inside his own jeans.
When she felt fingers curling into the waistband of her panties, Patty gasped. She hadn't really expected things to go this far with Andrew. But then her panties were brought down to her slacks and her ass buns were exposed to Andrew's lusty gaze and she could feel a cool breeze against the heated surface of her pink cuntlips and Patty knew that she wasn't going to get away from this one very easily.
"Like I said before, Mama. You've got one nice fucking ass!"
Andrew reached between Patty's thighs and touched his mother's pussy softly with his fingers. Her cunt was wet, hot, ready for him.
He used the tip of his middle finger to push apart her cuntlips a little. His finger slipped easily into Patty's pussy. He felt the velvety lips of her cunt squeeze around his finger as he pushed it deeper into her pussy.
"Ohhhhh!" Patty sighed, even though she was trying to ignore what was happening to her, trying to pretend that she was really somewhere else, somewhere far away from Andrew and his damnably exciting touch. Her curly, dark hair flounced around her cheeks, tickling her excited flesh. Every sensation going through Patty seemed heightened somehow.
When Patty heard Andrew opening his trousers, she knew what was coming next. What she did not know -- could not know -- was that Andrew had an eleven inch prick for her. His cock was nearly as long as his father's, though it wasn't nearly as thick as Papa's gargantuan pole of cockmeat.
"Take this!" Andrew hissed, holding his cock in his right hand. He looped his left arm around Patty's hips, holding her securely as he brought the fleshy knob of his cock to her cuntlips.
With one long, harsh, skewering lunge Andrew crammed nearly all of his rigid, red-hot cock into Patty's cunt. He pushed into her hard, stabbing his unyielding cock into her tight, wet pussy, forcing her cuntlips to stretch around his invading cockmeat.
"Ah!" Patty gasped when the cock lanced into her hot pussy.
Patty groaned softly as Andrew pulled her hips toward himself, forcing his prick deeper into her cunt. The fat, throbbing cockmeat wedged apart the slick, smooth inner walls of her cunt. When her son pulled back, then lunged at her a second time, Patty felt his hips strike against the smooth curves of her asscheeks and she realized how long his cock really was.
"You're... you're huge!" Patty gasped.
She had all of Andrew's cock engulfed in the wet, tight confines of her pussy. The underside of her son's prick was pressing against her clit, spreading a wild, raging fire throughout her body.
Andrew just chuckled demonically when Patty commented on the size of his cock. He had had countless women and girls tell him how enormous his prick was. His mother Patty seemed to be able to take all of his cock without any pain. Sometimes, when Andrew fucked the young ones, they complained that he stretched his cock too deeply into their tight, little cunts.
Andrew didn't really care so long as he could fuck them until he shot his balls off, flooding his wad of cum into their cunts.
Andrew placed his hands on Patty's curvaceous hips, holding it tightly onto her as he started to move behind her, rolling back and forth to fuck his prick full-length into her pink lipped pussy. He plunged deeply into her, gouging his cock into her cunt until Patty's arms quivered and she was barely able to keep herself pushed away from the wall.
"Ohhhhh! You've got a damn tight pussy, Mama," Andrew whispered, looking down to watch his cock sliding between Patty's ass buns, delving into the secret depths of Patty's cunt. "I should have known you'd have a tight, hot, fuckable pussy!"
Patty caught her lower lip between her teeth and bit down. She didn't want to moan from her pleasure, but each time Andrew crammed his cock into her cunt or pulled it out, his prick rubbed against her red-hot clit, pushing her closer to the brink of ecstasy, closer to that point where she could not help but spew out her load of girl-cum. Knowing that it was her own son's cock that filled her cunt and tuned her on, was the strangest, most exhilarating thing Patty had ever known in her entire life.
Each time Andrew's hips struck Patty's ass, her big tits sloshed and jiggled about, sliding inside her blouse. As they moved about, the friction against her nipples added to the pleasure Patty felt. Her tits burned with passion, the lust hardened nipples electrified with sensuality.
With her slacks and panties down to the middle of her thighs, Patty took everything Andrew had to throw at her, his cock driving lustily into her pussy from behind. He held tightly onto her hips, jerking her ass backward to meet his forward thrust, stabbing his cock time after time into the succulent sheath of her cunt.
"You're going to make me cum," Andrew said between stabbing plunges. He pulled back until he could see the ridge of his cockhead slip out of Patty's cunt, then crammed all of his cock into her pussy again. "Yeah! You're really going to make me cum!"
And you're going to make me cum! Thought Patty, though she kept the thought to herself.
She didn't want her son to cum so quickly, but she also knew that he couldn't have the experience that his father did. He was young, horny, and the possessor of a big cock. There would be another time when she could more fully pleasure herself with his massive prick, when she could wrap her big tits around his cock and watch as it slipped between her sensitive tits.
Another time she could spread her legs and hold tightly onto his body as he pumped his cock to the hilt into her pussy.
Andrew emitted a short laugh and said, "Maybe I should cum in your mouth, eh? How would you like that, Mama? Do you want to suck your own son off?"
Patty said nothing. She didn't want him cumming in her mouth. She needed to have him continue fucking her for just a while longer. Just a couple more blissful, powerful stokes of his extremely long cock and she would cum. Patty spread her arms a little wider, her fingers spread wide as she kept herself pushed away from the wall. If Andrew stabbed his prick into her much harder, she wouldn't be able to maintain the position he had placed her in.
Tossing his hips forward, Andrew fucked all of his cock into Patty. He pushed his hands from her waist up the front of her body until he cupped her satiny mounds of tit flesh. His fingers felt the feminine tit mounds, catching her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. He pinched Patty's nipples hard and she gave out a short, high-pitched squeal of pain.
"You can take it, Mama!" he said, the lust tension going through him showing in his hoarse tone of voice. "You can take it!"
Andrew's fingers tortured Patty's ultrasensitive nipples. Pain coursed through her veins, mixing and mingling with the erotic pleasure caused by his cock pistoning back and forth between her cuntlips, gliding against her red-hot clit. Patty shivered, her full-lipped mouth suddenly opening wide. Silently, with pleasure and pain, she came, her pussyjuice gushing from her cock-filled cunt.
The clear pussyjuice trickled down the insides of Patty's trembling, quivering thighs until it was soaked up in the black bikini panties that were stretched around her spread legs. Andrew, oblivious to Patty's pleasure and passion, was thinking only of his cock. Me crushed Patty's succulent tits in his hands and fucked his cock into her cunt like a maniac, driving into her furiously.
"Awwwwww!" Andrew howled, his cock feeling like it was burning up as Patty's pussy went through contractions, tightening around his prick during her orgasm. The added stimulation was more than his already overheated balls could take.
The cum raced through the enormous length of Andrew's prick, gushing from his cockhead to deluge Patty's pussy with cum. He stabbed into her cunt with all his might, his torso smashing against her taut asscheeks. Three mighty blasts of cum flooded Patty's pussy, then a slow trickle of cum oozed from his balls to his pisshole, finally worked out from Patty's suctioning pussy muscles.
"Yeahhhhh! Oh, yeah!" Andrew sighed happily as the last of his cum was worked out of his balls. He uncorked his cock from Patty's pussy and gingerly tucked his sated prick and balls back into his slacks. "Mama, you've got one great pussy! That you do. That you do, indeed!"
When her son finally pulled his cock out of her pussy, Patty moaned softly. Never in a thousand years did she ever think she could fuck her own son -- especially not in her own garage in the middle of the afternoon, leaning against the wall as he plowed his cock into her from behind.
Without turning around, Patty pulled her panties up slowly, then her slacks. She snapped her slacks and pulled up the zipper.
"Andrew, I don't exactly know what just happened here, or why it happened. But you've got to promise me that you'll never tell anyone about this."
"Yeah. Sure."
"I'm serious," Patty said, unable to turn around to look into her son's face. "We shouldn't have done this."
"Of course we should have. You were horny; I was horny. We showed each other some pleasure. What the fuck is so Goddamn wrong with that?"
Patty felt stone-cold sober. She wanted to drink. She had to think about why she had just allowed her own son to fuck her.
But all she could think about was how wonderful it had felt to have Andrew's cock crammed deep up her cunt, and how much relief she felt now that she had cum around her own son's cock.
"You'd better go now," Patty whispered. "Don't worry. I'm not going to drive anywhere. I won't get in trouble."
Patty waited until she heard Andrew go into the house through the inside garage door. She went to the car and opened the back door, then slipped inside. She had to sort everything out in her mind, and she had to make some sense out of her behavior.
"Why did I fuck my own son?" she asked herself aloud. A smile creased her full, sensual lips. "And why did I enjoy it so much?"