Chapter 4
Several days had passed since Darlene's seduction of young Dean. The days had passed blissfully. She had never felt so relieved and happy before in her adult life. It was as if she had discovered within her a new resource that she could draw upon to make her life far richer and far more enjoyable. Of course she knew how nasty it was to seduce a boy as young as Dean, and the knowledge of the nastiness of the taboo things she had done with the boy made her all the more determined to try it again, but not with Dean.
She had let the boy fuck her again after her swimming lesson, had let him fuck her from behind while she kneeled in the sand by the river. He had done everything she had told him to do and had done it quite well for a boy his age, she had decided. But he had begun to enjoy himself a little too much. Dean had begun, even in that one afternoon, to take the lead in their fucking, as if he had suddenly learned all he needed to know and was ready to go after the object of his desires all by himself. On the way home in the car the boy had begged for a quick hand job. She had complied. But when he had pestered her again even before they had gotten back to town she had refused any further "instruction." She decided that she couldn't afford to have a little boy with big ideas following her around and pestering her for a fuck in the style to which she had accustomed him.
Darlene had panicked momentarily on the way home from the swimming hole, having come to the sudden frightening realization that the boy might tell some of his little buddies about the wild things she had done for him and the afternoon of honest-to-God fucking that she had treated him to. How could such a young boy be expected to keep such a secret, especially since she herself had encouraged him to feel proud of his sexual abilities? The things she and the boy had done were not only beyond the boundaries of acceptable sexual activity in the eyes of her community, but were also quite illegal. And besides, what would the members of the PTA think if they knew that she was taking liberties with their children? She almost laughed finally, the situation was so ridiculous. She hadn't actually done anything to hurt the boy. In fact she had done him some good, having shown him how to enjoy his genitalia in spite of his parents' silly teachings against such activity.
She had finally forced herself to discuss the situation with Dean, being careful not to let her fear show through the facade of calm she had to maintain for her own sake. She had told him in no uncertain terms that he was never to mention her special "swimming lesson" to anyone and that if he did so and she found out about it she would promptly tell his parents that he had made sexual advances toward her. That seemed to cool the boy down just a bit. She had also told him that she was putting a stop to their sexual activities and that any future fucking would have to be between himself and a girl of his own winning. She had done her part in his sexual education, she had told him, and she was finished with him. The boy had been terribly confused by her sudden and rather harsh dismissal of him and she had sweetened her parting comments eventually, assuring him that there would always be a special place in her heart for him and that she was quite certain that he could find himself plenty of girls his own age.
Darlene had been unable to resist squeezing the boy's cock and balls one last time before she let him out of the car. His dick had hardened against her pretty hand in an instant. She had shooed him out and left him standing in front of his house with a respectable hard-on sticking down his young leg. She had felt sorry for him in his embarrassing predicament. She had also felt a wicked little shiver of excitement, trying to imagine how he would explain that hard dick to his mother, sisters, or whoever saw him with it.
Her moment of near panic had made her realize once and for all that she was safer confining her sexual activities to her own home, safer in the arms of her own three handsome young boys than in the arms of any boy she might be able to seduce. It had been her urge for incest that had driven her to seduce young Dean in the first place, and she knew it. Her activities with the boy had opened the door to a treasure house of incestuous pleasures. Her success in reducing the young innocent to the role of sex-toy, at least temporarily, had given her desires the reinforcement needed to push her over the brink of incestuous lust. She was afraid of nothing now, although she knew that the actual approach would be difficult for her, and even more difficult for her three boys.
She had wanted the boys for so long, ever since a few months after her divorce from her husband, ever since her sexual frustration and fear of big burly men like Sam had begun to make her life miserable for her. She had played the games she had been expected to play as a respected citizen of Taggert, and had played them very well, even though her messy divorce had upset some of Taggert's more proper citizens, But now it was time to let her hair down and do the things she had always wanted to do, at least in the privacy of her own home. Of course there were still inner moral conflicts, conflicts that remained from her childhood teachings and the things she had forced herself to feel and believe about the propriety of various sexual activities. But she knew now that these conflicts would melt away in the blazing heat of her ever-growing lust for her innocent and desirable young sons.
All manner of confusing thoughts swam through her mind as she sat at her vanity table, combing her long lovely hair and admiring herself in the mirror. The more she looked at herself the more she realized that she could have any man she wanted, her beauty was so perfect. Whatever had made her pick Sam in the first place? But he had given her three sons full of health and vigor and had endowed them all with big healthy cocks, and that at least was something to thank the bastard for.
Darlene shook her hair behind her and shook all thoughts of her husband from her mind. That was all over now, and a new chapter of her life was about to begin.
She had refrained from even diddling her succulent cunWips since her wild afternoon with Dean at bare-ass bend. By now she was hot and horny beyond belief. Every time she even thought of her experience with the boy her clit started to tingle and bum between her lithe lovely legs. She sat there now wearing only her panties and bra, her legs clamped together, as if trying to control her passion by pressing her cunt. She couldn't help reaching down between her legs and playing with her little treasure.
Darlene closed her eyes and imagined her three innocent boys lined up against the wall of her bedroom, three stiff young penises jutting up from their naked groins, three hard little dicks just waiting to be sucked into her hot wet mouth. She could see the three boys so clearly as she sat there rubbing her cunt with the warm palm of her hand, could see the looks of amazement on their faces as she inspected their young organs. She imagined the boys shuffling their feet nervously as she looked them over with lust burning in her eyes. She imagined herself telling the boys to grab their dicks and slide their foreskins back and forth over the knobs of their glistening boners. She saw their nervous fingers moving their cocks as she watched them beating off before her. She saw them glancing furtively at each other, afraid to look into her eyes. She saw herself falling to her knees before them, kneeling at young Bobby's feet and staring between his hairless legs, staring at the little prong that stood so proudly between his legs. She imagined herself moving closer to his penis, moving closer to the cock of her twelve-year-old boy, moving closer to the whirlpool of incestuous depravity. She could detect the scent of his fresh young dick and balls as she neared the moment of decision. And just as she was about to engulf the head of her little boy's penis she realized that there was someone in the hall outside her room.
She turned toward the door and noticed that it was left slightly ajar. She pulled her hand away from her cunt where her panties were damp with her free-flowing womanly juices. She listened carefully for a moment and thought she might have heard the sound of footfalls on the carpet outside her door. She waited a moment or two more and heard what sounded like the bathroom door at the end of the hall go shut. She stood up and tiptoed silently over to the door where she listened again. She heard the shower running in the bathroom. But why would one of the boys be taking a shower at this hour of the night? She had stayed up to watch a late movie, having been unable to sleep due to the intense excitement blazing between her legs. It was after two in the morning! Surely none of the boys would be taking a shower at that time of night! She had to investigate. Something told her not to move, something told her that this would be the fateful step toward the forbidden joys she so desperately craved.
Not bothering to put anything on over her bra and panties, Darlene crept out into the hallway, her heart beating hard and fast, her mind struggling with the boggling consequences of what she was about to do. She tiptoes past Bobby's room and past Micky's room and noticed that Rod's door had been left slightly ajar. She peeked in and found his bed empty. So it was fourteen-year-old Rod who had taken a sudden liking to showers at two o'clock in the morning! Her cunt positively seething with excitement, she made her way stealthily down the hall, filled with the nastiness of the situation, still not really knowing what was about to happen but knowing that something powerfully affecting was about to take place between herself and her son.
She stopped outside the bathroom door and listened to the water running in the shower, trying to imagine how her fourteen-year-old son looked standing naked under the cascade of water. But imagining was not enough for her now. She had to see for herself. She was driven by the inescapable power of her own lust, driven wild with it. She raised her trembling hand and placed it on the doorknob, still fighting the urge to run and forget the whole affair. Almost as if someone else within her were moving the doorknob she heard the door creak open slowly, wondering if her son had heard her. She almost screamed when she peeked in and saw him standing there behind the translucent glass doors of the shower stall. He hadn't seen her yet. Her cunt was melting between her legs. She could see her tall fourteen-year-old standing there, thick piles of white suds streaming off his body as he rinsed himself. But what else was he doing? Her heart almost stopped with the excitement of it all.
Rod was doing more in the shower than merely washing his athletic young body. His hand was down between his legs, moving up and down in a steady rhythm. He was jacking off! Darlene nearly died of tension and lust when she realized that her oldest son was beating off in the shower while she watched through the crack in the door. She strained her glittering eyes and saw that the boy's big youthful dick was sticking straight up against his belly, his hand racing over it. Rod's penis was even bigger and more beautiful than she had imagined it in her dreams. The boy had grown considerably since the last time she had allowed herself to look at him. She could tell even through the blur of the translucent glass doors that Rod's erection would make a fine toy in her mind-boggling game of incestuous lust.
Darlene felt her own hand falling to the crotch of her moistening panties, felt her fingers stroking the satiny material of her garment, stimulating the hot bud of her turgid little clit. Her free hand went to her breasts, kneading them gently in the heat of her excitement. She could feel her lovely little nipples stiffening beneath her bra, responding to her self-manipulation. Even the scent of the soap her son was using filled her with desire for him. Almost as if she were in a dream she felt herself moving toward the shower, her fingers still rubbing the barely concealed lips of her excited sex. She was beyond control now, beyond considerations of right and wrong, beyond hesitation for any reason. She had to have Rod and she had to have him now.
Darlene suddenly reached for the sliding doors of the shower and threw them open, staring wild-eyed at her naked water-soaked young son. The shout of shock that went from his lips frightened her, paralyzed her. She was suddenly filled with the unbearable sense of wickedness that had lurked in her subconscious for the past few days, filled with the unutterable depravity of the act she was about to commit with her son. She almost turned and ran from the room. Ony the paralyzing fear of the moment kept her there, kept her there long enough to regain some semblance of control over herself.
"Oh, my gosh, MOM! Oh SHIT! What're you doin?!" Rod cried, cried in a voice that was at once touching and stimulating to his mother.
She stared as the terrified fourteen-year-old tried desperately to hide his suds-covered erection with both hands. He positively shook with fear and embarrassment. She had never seen her son so afraid. She had to do something, had to break the unbearable tension.
"Don't be afraid, Rod!" she gasped, her words tumbling from her mouth. "This is nothing! Really, Rod! I'm your mother after all! You have nothing to fear from me! I won't think badly of you just because I caught you ... doing that," she said, wondering if her words were registering on the boy.
"But, Mom! Golly, Mom! I'm sorry! Jesus Christ!" the boy bawled, turning his back to her, hiding his genitals from his horny mother, leaning over in a cowering crouch.
Darlene gazed lovingly at her fourteen-year-old, gazed at his slippery smooth young back lightly tanned and begging to be touched, gazed at the paler cheeks of his lean buttocks that quivered slightly, gazed too at the shadow of his big hanging nuts that swung loosely between his legs, heavy in their scrotal sac. He looked so frightened, so innocent, so delicate, so in need of her motherly attention. He was actually crying, his embarrassment was so intense. She began to realize that she had been guilty of some of the same hyprocritical posturing mat she had grown to loathe in the good citizens of Taggert. Her attitude about sex had made the boy far more sensitive about his nocturnal activities than she thought he needed to be.
Darlene suddenly realized that by emphasizing the need for separation between herself and her sons she had imparted to them sexual attitudes that she hadn't intended to impart at all. Her own fear of her tendencies toward incest had forced her to stay away from her sons and she realized now that they needed her more than she had thought. She was ashamed of her insensitivity. It was a good time to do something to redeem herself. The boys needed some close mothering, and in her state of mind the mothering would be close indeed.
"Don't be afraid, darling," she said soothingly, feeling a warmth within her that was even more satisfying than the heat of sexuality. "I didn't mean to barge in on you like this," she said in a soft low voice, moving even closer to the boy, reaching out to touch his back. "You really shouldn't be ashamed of what you were doing, darling. All boys your age do it."
"I know, Mom! But a guy's mother isn't supposed to see that!" the boy sobbed, holding his legs together, as if he knew that his unusually large nuts were showing beneath his asscheeks.
Darlene reached up and turned off the shower. Then she laid both hands on her son's slender young back and caressed the boy with a tenderness that he had never felt before. She smoothed her fingers down his back to his sides, feeling the firm muscles there, thrilling to the satin smoothness of his trembling body. She heard her son gasp audibly when she let her hands move to his buttocks.
"Don't worry, Rod, I understand how you feel. I've been remiss in my duties, darling. I haven't let us get close enough lately, darling. You need to be close to your mother at your age. There are so many things you need to know. And you don't have a father to tell you. We have to be closer, Rod. Will you forgive me for not being a good mother?" she asked sweetly, still rubbing his buttocks, her cunt blazing.
"Forgive you?" the boy asked. "Gosh, Mom, I thought you'd be madder than hell at me ... I mean, madder than heck!" he said, still facing the wall, still scared to death and horribly embarrassed.
Rod was beginning to detect in his mother's caresses something more than mere motherly affection. Nobody had ever touched him that way before. No girls had ever seen him naked like that, and certainly not his mother, not in a long long time anyway. He wished he could just disappear, his embarrassment was so unbearable. And the way she kept touching him on his ass was making things a whole lot worse for him. It didn't matter whether those hands on his ass were his mother's or not. They were driving him up the wall, making his dick jerk harder and harder, making surges of pleasure shoot through his young cum-filled balls, making his muscles quiver with unbearable excitement, making his heart beat fast, making his breathing increasingly irregular. She had said that she knew how he felt? Did she really know? And if she did, why was she still touching him that way? Surely she couldn't be doing that to him on purpose! Or could she? He had no idea what to do. The experience was like nothing that had ever happened to him. He couldn't even speak coherently any more. He had never been so confused in his life, had never been so afraid. And worse yet he didn't know what he was afraid of.
Darlene knew perfectly well how her touch was affecting the boy, knew perfectly well that her motherly caresses were exciting the boy in a powerful and cock-stirring way. She was relentless. She forced herself to duck her hand under the boy's buttocks and finger has hanging testicles, thrilling to the feel of his smooth scrotal sac. She felt the soft heavy weight of the boy's hanging testicles and the incredible warmth of his boy's genitalia.
"What're you DOIN', Mom?!! the boy gasped when her fingers tickled his nuts.
"Does that hurt, Rod?" she asked sweetly.
"Gosh, no, Mom! But...." the boy said in a squeaky nervous voice.
"But you'd rather that I not touch you there?" Darlene said. "Doesn't it feel good? Tell your mother the truth now, Rod. We have no secrets from each other. You're my son you know," she cooed, still tickling his balls, which were now squeezed together in a tight soft wad as he clamped his long legs together, trying to hide himself.
"Gosh yeah, it feels good! But you can't do that to me! Can you? You're my own Mom! You can't!" Rod rasped, his legs shaking beneath him.
"Who's to say what a mother can do, Rod?" Darlene said soothingly, knowing that she was driving her son wild with sexual tension, knowing that she had to ease the boy's natural fears if he was to enjoy her slightly unnatural attentions.
"But the other guys' mothers don't do things like that to them!" the boy gasped, looking over his shoulder at his lovely mother.
"But we don't really know that, do we, darling? We don't really know what other mothers do with their little boys," she said, stroking the boy's inner leg now, leaving his tortured genitals alone for a few moments, giving him a chance to calm down a bit.
"But you don't even see me naked any more! And now you're touch' me like that! I don't get it, Mom! I'm scared! You're makin' me feel funny!" the confused kid said, struggling to make sense out of his jumbled thoughts and feelings.
"It's your special age, darling. All boys feel that way at your age. The slightest touch makes you feel little tingles in your penis. Isn't that right, Rod? Aren't little shocks shooting through your penis right now?" she asked, her mind filled with nasty sexual ideas for the boy.
She heard the boy mumble something positive in reply to her question. She stepped into the shower stall with her son, her mind filled with desire, her musky cunt heating up like a volcano ready to erupt. She hugged her son to her nearly naked body, felt his trembling flesh against hers. She comforted her oldest son for a moment or two and then told him to turn around and face her. He obeyed reluctantly. She held him in her arms, aware at all times of the turgid sex-stalk that jutted straight up against his lean young belly, aware at all times of the inescapable effect she was having on him, an effect that no mother dared have on her son.
She looked into poor defenseless Rod's blue eyes and saw there a glimmer of the same lust that blazed within her, but it was still veiled by his fear. She had to allay his fear, had to let his sexual excitement show through.
"Trust me, darling," she smiled, holding her boy in a warm embrace. "So I caught you masturbating? So what? It isn't the end of the world, little man. All boys do that. You know that as well as I do. But there are some things that I don't think you do know yet. I think we're long overdue for a nice little chat. Why don't we just go to your room and talk for a while? Would you mind that, Rod?" she asked, whispering sweetly in his ear.
"No, Mom, I guess not," the stiff-dicked boy said weakly.
Darlene let go of the boy and started to leave the room. Rod bent over to pick up the bath towel that he had apparently worn around his waist on his way down the hall to the bathroom.
"No need for that," she whispered. "We have nothing to hide from each other. Remember? But do be quiet! We wouldn't want to wake Bobby or Micky. This is just between the two of us."