Chapter 3
Helen ran her hand lightly down the boy's leg, feeling the soft fuzz of hair, the smoothness of tanned skin, the firm long stretch of muscle underneath. Fourteen years old, and he'd decided a couple months ago to sleep in his underwear. His jockey shorts, to be exact. Let him do what he wants, Max said, laughing at her for being conventional. Fourteen, and now three inches taller than his mother, but still looking like a child to her loving eye.
The room was quiet in the moonlight. She ought to think where Sally could be, and Max, too, but she had to assume they were together. Sally was a sensible girl, she wouldn't be wandering around a strange Mexican town alone at night. Helen's mind was fuzzy with liquor or she might have been alarmed. And she had another problem besides being half-drunk. Problems, was the word. Her first and foremost area of concern was her condition of sexual frustration, not because she wanted it to be but because she couldn't help it. All evening in the bar, she'd had to switch from one foot to the other, or if she were sitting, from one ham to the other, trying to keep from rubbing her hot twat on the bar stool. Shit! Why wasn't Max here when she needed him? She was sure he hadn't gotten with that little Mexican hooker, because the damn child-whore was still in the bar, rubbing herself against one sucker after the other. So where was he?
She hadn't masturbated since she was a teenager, but it seemed she was back to the juvenile outlet. That Mexican, the one who looked as white as Tim, had gotten her even more charged up than usual. She'd really only started talking to him when she thought Max was about to take off with Rosalia. An I'll-show-him kind of thing, because it hurt her to be deserted for a teenager. Only it hadn't worked out exactly that way, because she'd gotten in a real sweat about the boy-Roberto. He was so young, his skin so soft and smooth, with the sheen of youth just like her own kids. He had enough English, he was easy to talk to, and obviously flattered to have the pretty gringo woman notice him.
The sex-swap parties had changed her, no doubt about it. A year ago, before they'd begun, she wouldn't have had the nerve to fix her eyes on the boy's crotch, even after she saw it begin to bulge out. God, a kid like that could probably go four, five times a night, maybe more! Well, she could still do it. He was waiting hopefully, though she hadn't promised. She had to check on her kids, she said; but she really expected Max would be here waiting for her. She'd lingered just long enough to let him know how she felt about his messing around with the little hooker.
So here she was-high but not dry. Oh, Jesus, no, not dry at all! Her cream seeped out constantly, because her cunt was so damn hot she could hardly stand it. Shit, she'd fuck the damn bedpost in another minute! Too bad Tim was her own son, because she could tell by his physical condition what kind of dream he was having. The swelling in his white shorts looked every bit as big to her as that Roberto's. And if her weren't her son, if she didn't have to face him in the morning, she'd crawl right in the double bed and pull up the sheet, and shove her stimulated titties into his face. And wrap her thighs around his waist while she played with his half-hard prick and got it nice and big and ready .. . Oh, shit!
She crawled on the other half, the empty half, of the bed and leaned on the headboard. It was cozier somehow, even though Tim was asleep, than getting into the other bed alone. She'd already dropped her pants on the chair, and now she slipped her nylon panties off, too, and tossed them on the floor. The cool air hitting her wet yearning pussy just about made her crazy. It wasn't coolness she wanted there, but hot male meat!
Her fingers separated the slickly wet folds of her labia and rubbed along her fat quaking clit. It would have been fun to play with that young Mexican stud, to teach him how to arouse her and eat her pussy, before that moved on to a grand finale of wild, furious fucking. She tried to imagine what young cock looked like, but after all, Max'd been twenty-seven when they married, and Helen a virgin. Until the swap parties, he'd been the only man she ever saw naked. About the time Tim got big enough to be aware of himself, she'd quit giving him baths, so she didn't know from her son either.
It'd be smooth and white, she decided. Probably very pretty. She looked across the bed and saw Tim's fly gave way under the pressure of his swelling dick. Yes, just like that! Not as big as a man's and, well, smoother. Paler. She could see the red nut pushing back the foreskin and a drop of jism gleaming. Yes, that's how it'd be with Roberto. And how would she look to him? She glanced down at her hands, now stroking and caressing and plunging into her cunt, and it was as if they weren't part of her at all, but belonged to an invisible lover.
To deepen the deception, she closed her eyes. A good swift hard fuck was what she needed, and she rammed three fingers in and out of her cunt, not worrying about the slurpy noises. That young stud at the bar would go out of his mind, the way her juicy inner walls closed on his penis and urged it to fuck faster. Her mind tried to pretend it was really happening, but reality kept penetrating even into her drink-fogged mind.
She squeezed her eyes tighter, screwing her face up with the intensity of her mood. Even his hands would be better than her own, because how could you pretend when you knew all the time ... no, it was getting better, His fingers were a little clumsy, but that was part of the charm. He worked them into her dribbling cunt stiffly, gaining confidence as the dream or fantasy took a stronger hold.
"Yess, yessss," she moaned. "That's the way, darling. Now kiss it, kiss Helen's pussy, please! Stick your big old fat tongue up my snatch, yeah!" Rocking, undulating with the strength of her need, she felt his warm breath on her inner thighs. Then his tongue moved in, carefully at first as if he were trying it out, not sure he'd like it. Then the rough" hot tongue began to stab, hitting the right place on the third try, slipping up into her steaming passage while his nose and chin smacked loudly on her bush and her ass-crease.
Of course she knew all the time what was happening; but if she kept her eyes closed, she wouldn't have to admit it, would she? At least-she could put off the horror of the truth until after she'd had her kicks! Because no matter what her mind and conscience tried to tell her, there was no force in the world which could peel her off that deliriously torturing tongue until she'd had at least one cum. Just one lousy little tiny orgasm, she pleaded silently.
Her son Tim continued plunging his face into the damp, odorous crotch, finding to his surprise that it was a very pleasant feeling. He never would have dreamed it, it sounded nasty when he'd heard talk about eating pussy. But something rippled through him, something dark and exciting. He knew that he'd blended into his mother's fantasy, that she kept her eyes closed so she wouldn't see it was her own son kissing and tonguing and sucking her in these intimate parts. But maybe, he thought, he was finally beginning to learn something, something he very much wanted to know.
"Darling, darling," she moaned, "suck my clit, yes, suck it hard!" She put her hands on his head and maneuvered him where she wanted him, so his mouth pressed hot and wet on her clitoris. She wouldn't let herself think about anything except the thrill at being touched and excited in the most sensitive part of her body.
"Ahhhhhh, urrrrroooffff!" She moaned. Her ass and labia contracted with her cum, as the sweet ripples spread through her. "My, but that's nice ... so nice, darling!"
She rubbed her thighs together, in happy release. But her pleasant languor didn't last long. She knew she had to open her eyes sooner or later, and she knew what she'd see. But before she forced herself to it, the boy crawled up alongside her. This was a golden opportunity for him and he meant to make the most of it. He wasn't sure exactly what he'd been doing down there, nor what the fat bump he'd been sucking on was for. A clit, she'd called it? One thing he did know about was boobs and in the last year, he'd spent a lot of time trying to get a good view of them-his mother's, or anyone's. His sister's little tits didn't impress him much, but Mom's knockers, now, that was something else!
He ran his fingers over the smooth flesh, feeling its inner fatness, its soft resilience. He shivered and explored happily, lightly running his fingertips over the soft yet pebbly circles around her nipples. She drew in a sharp breath when he fingered her tits, but a look at her face told him she liked it. He was fascinated as the pink buds came erect under his touch.
"Wow, look at that!" he cried.
Helen opened her eyes. "Tim," she said faintly. She couldn't think of another word to say.
"Gosh, Mom, they feel so good!" He was full of questions but he didn't know where to begin. "What is that bump down there, like a little dick? Is that where girls pee?" he asked naively.
She had to laugh. "No, no, honey! It's called a clitoris. It isn't for anything, really, except to feel good."
"No shit? Can I look again?"
"Uh, well, no. I don't think you'd better do that, honey." She blinked, trying to bring herself back to a sense of reality. What if Max-or Sally-walked in during that little session? And yet she felt so comfortable and relaxed, lying with her arms around her darling son, she didn't want to move. She stroked his arms and shoulders, enjoying the feel of his smooth warm body. Lulled by a more familiar maternal role, she felt him cling to her limply. It was very late. Any minute now, she'd brush her teeth and put on her nightie and go to sleep.
Tim shifted his hips, bringing his crotch under her hand, and without realizing what she was doing, she began to stroke his half-hard penis.
She'd done the same thing when he cried as a baby and this was merely an extension of her motherhood. The firm yet rubbery little prick lay in the curl of her palm, her fingers closing over the smooth white shaft. She stared dreamily into space while the organ grew fat and hard.
"Mom, you make me feel so good," Tim sighed.
She smiled, and then came to herself with a start. She knew she should quit, then, but she let her hand linger on the warm prick, pumping it gently. She could let go in a minute if the door opened, she told herself.
"This is a no-no, honey" she said archly.
"Aw, gosh, Mom, don't stop! Play with my cock, please! I'll hurt all night if you don't!"
She gave in to his boyish blackmail, reaching around him until he lay snugly in her arms. Her free hand slipped under the band of his shorts, and traced a warm path through the crease of his ass.
"Ohhh, just a sec!" The sturdy cotton hurt where it rubbed on his fat prick. He managed to slip his shorts down around an ankle, without really pulling loose from his mother's clinging arms. "There," Tim said with satisfaction, and put her hand back on his fat dick.
Dizzily, still half drunk and exhausted, Helen let him arrange it all. She knew what she was doing was wicked but she couldn't really see the harm in it. He was so sweet and tender, he was her own dear little boy! She pumped on his cock again, and discovered her other hand had flown to its warm nest between his buttocks. She trailed her fingers up and down, squeezing the limp soft testicles, touching the bare space between his legs, and back to the tight little hole of his anus. She tickled the bumpy surface and pressed on it gently.
"Yeah, yeah, Mom," he murmured.
Smiling at the satisfaction in his voice, she pushed harder on the puckered opening. His sphincter muscles relaxed, and she inched her finger deeper into his clinging hot asshole.
"Shee-itt!" The boy moaned and bucked, thrilled by the double play of his cock and his asshole. He felt excitement build on excitement, and knew he was close to cumming. Jerking off was nothing compared to this!
Helen looked down, and that was a mistake. Instead of the soft tiny penis she'd been imagining, her son had a respectable hard-on. It wasn't as big as a man's, but it certainly was longer and harder than she'd thought. Somehow that made everything different. And she'd almost been ready to put his cock in her mouth!
You could do that with a little kid, she thought muzzily, you could tease him and play with him,, even lick his little prick as a sort of game. But Tim's manhood was much too apparent. It would be-God, it'd be like incest!
In fact, she amended her thought, it would be incest.
She pulled her finger out of his ass, and flinched at the loud popping noise. It took all her will power to unclench her fingers from his surging penis, but she did it.
"MOM!" The boy was outraged.
"Oh, honey, this is getting too-I just can't!"
"You don't love me! You don't care how my peter hurts!" He looked at her, childishly appealing, tears pricking his eyes. She couldn't withstand the pleading gaze.
"All right, darling," she said wearily. "Just this once."
Her mouth was so full of saliva she could hardly swallow enough to talk. Helen always suspected her love of giving head was perverse and not very nice, but she'd let herself do it more than once, both with Max and at the swap parties. She looked at the throbbing silky-skinned organ, so perfect, so hot and firm-and gave way to the dark impulses.
She jammed her mouth down on his hot little dick, kissing and licking it, nibbling daintily at the shaft, working her way to the glistening ruby head. The pinhole on the crest oozed a pearly drop, simply irresistible! She lapped it up and the odd flavor stung her tongue, sending pangs of lust through her belly.
Damn it, she just had to have it, not just the measly taste, but a burning mouthful! Letting out a moan that was almost a groan, she slurped his stiff dick in her mouth and began sucking it greedily and blissfully. Her cunt contracted and her cream flowed as heavily as her saliva.
"Allllllll right!" Tim sank back against the pillows, almost crazy with delight. "Shee-it, Mom, you are something else!" He couldn't believe anything could possibly feel this great. He knew about blow-jobs, he'd heard the older boys brag about their girls going down on them. But, like eating pussy, it had sounded sort of funny to him. He'd wondered; what about the girl's teeth? It really seemed scarey to the boy. But now he began to see why it was so popular and why the guys raved about it. His mother's mouth was hot and wet, and she kept up a continual sucking which pulled and stretched his cock toward the back of her throat. This alone was delicious.
And in addition, her wickedly fast tongue moved from sensitive spot to spot, keeping him in a frenzy of pleasure. His hips moved without conscious volition, bucking against her, feeding his cock stiffly into her mouth. Best of all, the harder he jabbed, the faster and more exciting her mouth and tongue!
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Helen felt a small explosion in her cunt and knew with surprised glee that she'd cum again, just from sucking him off! Her own joyous response made her determined to give her son just as much pleasure, and she reached again for his ass. Cramming her finger up his anus, so he jerked and squealed, she also felt his small balls plumping up tightly. He was ready to cum, the darling! Knowing it made her saliva flow hot and freely around his jerking rod. Oh yes, she'd make him happy!
"Ooooooff! Hahhhhhhh!" Tim felt as if he'd been kicked in the stomach but oddly, it was a marvelous feeling. He squealed in delicious agony as the hot mouth continued to suck, draining each last sizzling drop from his spurting prick. He writhed blissfully until it was over, and his limp penis slipped over her lips.
Helen laid her head on his sweat-damp belly. She'd done something awful, she knew, but it was too late to worry about it. "Awful, awful," she mumbled, but her mind said-awfully good!