Chapter 4
Jill sat in the car and looked silently at the entrance to the small, four-unit apartment just off the campus. For a moment the somewhat similar situation a few days ago when she had hesitated outside the door to the motel suite flooded back through her mind, but she quickly told herself that the situations were not parallel at all ... In that case she had paused in dread of her first "date", but the person behind this door was her son....
Bob, her son ... Nineteen, good looking, virile-in nearly all respects a younger edition of his father. A senior, he had lived off campus for nearly two years. Jill knew that he had shared his apartment with a girl from time to time, but she had chosen to ignore that fact by considering it something over which she had no control and should therefore not worry about It seemed to be the standard procedure in most colleges these days....
Jill sighed as she took a nearly empty pint of Scotch from the glove compartment. The liquid warmed her throat and her stomach, but it also made her wonder what in hell she was really doing. And there seemed to be no ready answer to the question. The bare facts of the case were that she had made a hundred and twenty mile trip to see her son, from whom presumably she sought some sort of help, or at least consolation ... But what could he really do? For that matter, how could she even talk to him frankly about her problems? Certainly she could not tell her son that she had caught his father fucking the teen-age girl from next door. And it was equally certain that she could not tell Bob that she had been fucked by her own brother and then forced into perverted sex with one of his clients. Why, in fact, had she even come here? She and Bob had been close, in many ways; closer than most mothers and sons, probably-but how could Bob possibly held her find a solution to a situation about which she could not tell him in the first place?
Jill sighed as she found no answers to her questions. There were no answers; her presence here made no sense whatever. And yet she had had to come; her husband was out of town on a short business trip and her brother had gone to the coast briefly. Before he left Jack had indicated his satisfaction with her first date, and Jill knew that others would be forthcoming. This interval when the two men were away provided a welcome respite, but it was only that....
And so, sensible or not, she had felt compelled to seek some undefined kind of solace from her son. The impossibility of the mission had not been apparent at home, but here in front of his apartment the stupidity of the whole thing stood out in sharp focus....
Well, hell. Jill looked down at the empty bottle with thought that she should have bought a fifth. But then she would probably have been drunk, or at least drunker, and Bob had never seen his mother in that condition. She capped the empty bottle and put it back in the glove compartment as she tried to decide how to make the best of a ridiculous situation. The sensible thing, if that term could be applied to any part of this preposterous mess, would be to turn around and drive back home. But, sensible or not, she had to see Bob. Even though she could not bring him in on the problem there would be some solace in just seeing him, talking to him ... maybe they could have dinner in some quiet place....
Jill sighed as she opened the door and swung her long legs out of the Mustang. An amused male cluck of approval made her look up into the grinning but friendly face of a boy about Bob's age. Two weeks ago she would have flushed at the realization that she had unintentionally put on quite a show of feminine charm as her mini-skirt rode high up her lush thighs, but such small indescretions had lost their power to embarrass her.
Jill surveyed the boy coolly as she got out of the car without attempting to cover her legs and his grin partially faded as it finally dawned on him that this pretty female was an adult. But he could not keep his eyes from going to her lush breasts, the shape and size of which were clearly revealed by her thin and snug sweater.
Her cool voice finally brought him to his senses. I'm looking for Bob Evans' apartment; can you tell me which one it is?"
The boy seemed puzzled as he answered. Top on the left. Say, I haven't seen you around. You a friend of Bob's?"
Jill could not restrain her first smile in several days. "I think so. I'm also his mother."
"His mo ... hey, you gotta be kiddin'. No, I guess you're not, are you? Well, hell...." The boy's grin was both embarrassed and friendly as he sought for a way to apologise for his undue attention to her body.
Jill suddenly wanted to put him at ease. "Don't worry about it. At my age a woman is glad to be able to attract a look like that...."
"Mom, what is it? I know something's bugging you, and I think you better tell me about it."
Jill looked up from her dessert His question was one she had hoped to avoid; there was no way in which her son could help her. There was no way she could even tell him what the problem was.
"Bob, do I look so old and worried? I don't know why I would; nothing's wrong. You'll make me worry now by telling me I look worried...." Jill smiled across the candle lit table at her attractive offspring.
He had helped her; this evening together with dinner in a small but excellent restaurant made her feel better. The atmosphere in the place would have made her feel romantic if her companion had been her husband instead of her son. Her husband ... damn, the thought of Tom and Kathy Thomas was enough to shatter her relaxation. And those thoughts made her problem with her brother flash back to the center stage of her mind. Damn....
"Mom, you're not kiddin' me a bit. I know you too well. For one thing, I've never seen you drink this much before. I get the feeling that you drove down here to talk to me about something, but that for some reason you've changed your mind. Well, that won't hack it. You've gotta go ahead and give me the scene.
Suddenly Jill knew that she did have to talk to him about the whole mess, regardless of the consequences. It could do no real good, and it might do considerable harm, but the penalty for not talking about it to him would probably be insanity. Such a state seemed not very far away, at the moment....
Jill stared at the intent face of her son though the flickering light and the haze caused by the alcohol she had consumed. "Bob, I ... I guess I do have to talk to you about it. I'll probably be sorry, afterward. You may be, too. I ... could I have another martini?"
Bob stared at the filled but unlit fireplace as he stroked his mother's hair absent mindedly. Her story had shocked him to the depths of his soul. Jill had told him the whole sordid tale, omitting none of the details of her husband's and her own activities since the whole thing started.
He sat on the couch in the living room of his small but plush apartment. Jill lay on her side with her head in his lap, almost overcome by the quanlity of alcohol she had consumed. She had sensed her mistake soon after starting the sordid tale, but some perverse desire for self-chastisement made her continue and soon her dumbfounded son had known then whole preposterous story.
Bob's reaction, after his initial shock, had divided itself into two sections. With typical male insight he found his father's action easy to understand; Bob had himself noticed the increasingly lush body of the girl next door on his last few visits at home. But he found completely incomprehensible the notion that his mother would do the things to which she had admitted. Under any circumstances....
And yet knowledge of her indescretions caused a curious thrill to shoot through Bob, and made him look at his mother in a different light. He had always been aware of her as a female; her body was so exquisitely sensual that it was impossible for any normal male to be unaware of it. But his interest had always observed the bounds of propriety; while he had admired his mother's breasts and legs he had never really thought about sex with her....
His attitude was somewhat different now as he looked down at the beautiful female lying on the couch with her head in his lap. It was a pose that a number of girls had assumed since he had moved into this apartment with the fireplace. Those girls had all finished their stay in his bedroom....
"Bob, darling, I ... are you uncomfortable with me like this? I guess I shouldn't be here, but I just feel that I need to be near you. Is it alright?" Jill turned slightly so that she could look up into her son's face, and the motion inadvertantly stimulated his penis as her soft hair rubbed against the crotch of his trousers. With a start Bob realized that his penis was already partially hard.
"Sure, Mom, I'm comfortable. It feels good to have you like this. Makes me feel I can ... Well, sort of protect you. That's silly, I guess, but I'm glad you're here...."
Jill read the sincerity in his words. In some odd way that defied understanding she also felt that it was necessary and right that she was here. And that was, after all, not so strange; her need for a male to comfort her in the present circumstances was an entirely natural and feminine reaction. But was that the whole of her desires?
Jill's slight twist had moved one of her thrusting breasts into sharp relief under her snug sweater. Bob found his eyes locked on the tempting mound without any conscious direction from his increasingly confused mind. God-what a tit. He'd had some pretty cute chicks on this couch but none of them had been as pretty, or as plain damn sexy, as his mother. Damn ... his mother. "Bob, I ... you shouldn't..
Jill's voice brought the boy's distraught mind back to the moment. In shocked surprise he realized that one of his hands had moved down to cup the full, firm globe that was Jill's left breast. The move had been instinctive, involuntary-but somehow instead of drawing the hand away he began to fondle the soft flesh through the material of her bra and sweater as though the action was preordained and beyond his control....
"Bob, you have to ... darling, you mustn't play with me like this. Oh, God...." The tremor in her voice revealed that Jill, too, was acutely aware of the powerful forces at work on this forbidden male and female combination.
Bob tried to think clearly, but his effort was not entirely sucessful. His mind was clear enough to recognise his physical desires, and the conventional objections to those desires, but his dominant mental picture was of his sensuous mother locked in sexual embrace with her brother, and her brother's clients. Of course she had been forced into it, but still ... hell, would it really be worse for him to make love to her? After all, he did love her; surely that should be more important than the mere fact that this beautiful and desirable woman happened to be his mother....
"Bob ... oh, God. Bob, you've got to stop ... please, darling. We can't..
Jill's voice trailed off as his hand continued to knead the firm flesh of her breast. She felt her nipple stiffen and become sensitive to the material of her bra. God, this was impossible-she was responding wildly to the touch of her own son. She couldn't permit such a thing ... but the familiar wetness and feeling in her vagina told Jill that she was permitting it. And enjoying it....
And then, somehow, mother and son both recognized the thing that was about to happen, and over which they seemed to have no control. Jill gave way to her needs, both physical and mental. God, she needed a man, and for more than sex. She needed help, guidance; to be led out of the horrible situation from which she had found no exit. And sex, too-she needed loving sex to erase the soul shattering image of her recent experience in commercialized love. Her husband was not available, and at the moment she felt no desire for him, anyway. But Bob was available, and he seemed to want her ... Jill could feel his penis stir in his trousers. God-it might be wrong, but it was going to happen. It had to happen....
Bob's mental agony was less complex, but he reached the same conclusion. The woman with her head in his lap was one he loved dearly, and she clearly needed his help. What he was going to do couldn't be so bad; there would be genuine love and need involved, and that was more than could be said for the other affairs that had started on this couch.
Besides, damn it, he had to have her-physicially it was now impossible for him to override his arousal.
His fingers tightened on the flesh of her breast as his other hand moved to join it In a moment both of Jill Evans' magnificant breasts knew the touch of her son's expert hands as he fired her arousal to new heights. "Mom ... Mom, I gotta do it I gotta ... have you. Look at me. Damn it, I can't help it. You're so ... so God damn beautiful I have to fuck you. Mom, I'm gonna fuck you...."
Bob's words aroused only a physical response in the distraught woman; the requirements of her sensual body now overshadowed all other considerations. She found herself glad that he wanted her, because she could no longer deny that she wanted him. His hands, even through her clothes, had made both of her nipples so hard they hurt. And she had sensed the growing bulge of is penis underneath her....
Suddenly Jill had to see that penis. She sat up and moved close to the boy as one of her white hands went down to his lap. With no further hesitation she closed her fingers over the hard bulge in his trousers and squeezed it as she looked up into his eyes. They both shivered in passion from the action of her hand.
Jill was no longer hesitant or coy. "Bob ... darling, are you sure you want to ... to fuck me? Oh, darling-I want you, too. I want this big sweet prick I can feel. I want it in my cunt way up inside me where you came from. I want you to shoot your come up me, honey. That's what you were once-just come up inside my pussy. Now I want your own come there, darling. Please ... fuck me. I want you to. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck your mother...."
"Mom, damn...."
Bob bent to capture Jill's mouth with his own as one of his hands again took possession of a breast while her own hand squeezed and fondled his penis through his clothes. Their mouths fused as their lips opened to a kiss that was unlike any they had ever shared. Jill felt his tongue invade her welcoming lips to find and mingle wetly with her own. The kiss was not between mother and son, it was between male and female and it shook both of them.
Jill broke it in order to breathe. "Bob ... oh, Bob. I've never been kissed like that Darling, your prick feels so big, and hard ... I've got to see it. I've got to see your prick. I ... I've never seen it hard. Can I get it out?"
"Get it out, Mom. I want you to see it then I'm gonna fuck you with it I've gotta see your cunt, too. Oh, damn ... Mom, you can work me up more with your hand than any girl I've ever fucked. Go easy-I don't wanna come till I fuck you."
Jill's nervous fingers moved to the zipper of his trousers and in a moment her hand was inside his clothes and clasped around his hard penis. They looked into each other's eyes as she squeezed and pulled the big shaft both anticipating and dreading the moment when she brought it into view. But hell-the decision had already been made; she knew that no power on earth could now keep his penis out of her vagina. And that was exactly where it belonged; where she needed it....
"Oh, Bob ... it's so nice. So big ... God, it's as big as your father's...." Jill's eyes were wide and bright as she stared down at the male organ that she now held in both hands outside of his trousers. Instinctively one of her hands moved from his penis into his clothes underneath it to find and grasp the bulging sac of his testicles. He squirmed and twisted his hips slightly as she brought them into the open to join his penis.
"Mom-go easy. You got me so hot I'm about to come. I wanna do that in your cunt I wanna see your cunt. Let's get undressed."
Jill again looked up into her son's face as he asked her to undress in preparation for incestuous sex. But she did not hesitate; sex was what she wanted and needed, and the fact that the act would be incestuous no longer mattered. Maybe it even added an extra spice to the situation....
"Yes ... yes, honey, let's undress. I want you in my cunt. I want you to fuck me."
Jill released her son's penis and stood up somewhat unsteadily. The mental fog caused by alcohol seemed to have cleared, but it had been replaced by an even more overwhelming blanket of physical arousal. The pretty woman stood in front of the couch with her eyes closed and her hands began to fumble with the zipper at the side of her skirt
"Let me, Mom. I want to undress you. Seems funny to want to undress your own mother, but that's what I want to do. And then fuck you-God, I want to fuck you. See how hard my prick is? That's all for you." Bob stood up behind Jill and quickly opened the tiny zipper on her skirt Then his hands went to her back and pulled the zipper of her sweater.
Jill shivered as his hands slipped beneath her arms and around to cup her full breasts. His fingers fondled the firm flesh and her already erect nipples, then quickly abandoned them to concentrate on the necessary chore of undressing her. He went about it with an expertise that came from experience, and Jill gave herself over completely to his working hands as she stood submissively while he stripped her.
Bob pushed the skirt down over his mother's flaring hips and on down her long, tapering legs. When it lay in a useless heap around her trim ankles he slipped her sweater off her white shoulders and down over her arms. He paused for an instant, then unfastened die four hooks at the back of her heavy bra. Again he paused, then slowly slid the straps over her shoulders and down onto her soft arms.
The bra did not fall away; the cups were held snugly in place by the contours of the lovely breasts which almost overflowed the straining material Bob was still behind JilL and once more he reached beneath her arms to cup the big, firm mounds in his hands. After a moment Jill moved one of her hands behind herself to grasp his waving penis as he fondled her breasts.
She held the shaft as she hunched her hips back gently against the head and felt it poke at the crease between her buttocks through the thin material of her panties. She held it motionless for a second, then began to move it vertically so that it ran up the crevice of her bottom....
"Mom, damn it. I can't take that. You gotta leave my prick alone till I get it in your pussy. Here-turn around. Gotta get your panties off....
The boy's hands on her shoulders made Jill turn to face her son. The motion made her heavy breasts jiggle provocatively, and she saw that his eyes were locked on the swaying flesh. She reached impulsively to recapture his penis in her hands, but forced herself to rest her hands on his hips, instead. A premature ejaculation would be a terrible thing....
"God, I just never saw any boobs like those. Never-Mom, did I. ... well, did you nurse me when I was a baby?"
Jill laughed. "Yes, for a while. You finally got my nipples so sore I had to put you on the bottle. I guess even then you took my breasts seriously."
"No way I could have helped it. Damn, I wish you had milk now. I'd go on a liquid diet...."
Jill stared at her son as they stood close to each other without touching. "You can suck my tits anyway, darling. I want you to. But first I want you to fuck me. Honey, get your clothes off. I won't do it because I couldn't keep my hands off your prick. Undress while I slip my panties off. You want my stockings and garter belt off?"
Bob stared down at her lush hips as he quickly began to strip off his own clothes. Jill saw his look and she began to ease her thin panties over her swelling hips as she saw his eyes lock on her revealed pubic hair. She knew that he could see the lips of her vulva nestled in the silky hair and it made her feel good to know that the eyes of her son were on the vagina from which he had come. Her own eyes dropped back to his young but mature penis as it waved in front of him. She could not wait much longer to feel it plunge into her waiting femininity....
"Oh damn-everything about you is beautiful. I've never seen a pussy so ... so pretty."
Jill felt her sex throb. "Bob, I can't wait-I have to have it Hurry, darling. Are you going to fuck me here or in the bedroom?"
The boy kicked his shorts off and stood naked before his nude mother. "Right here. We'll go in there for the next one. God, Mom-I want to kiss you but if my prick rubs against you I'll come. Lie down and spread your legs for me, darling-I'm gonna fuck you."
"Alright darling. You can fuck me. I want it too
Jill turned to the couch and sat down on it. She paused for a moment as she looked up at her son standing before her, and once again her attention focused on his erection and the swinging testicles below it. She shivered slightly in an erotic reaction to the sight. The prick and balls of her own son, and she wanted them ... Jill's whole body quivered slightly as her physical need and a variety of other sensations washed over her. Damn-it did seem that the fact that he was her son increased her desire....
And then Jill Evans slipped past all such philosophical considerations. She moaned quietly as she swung her long, full legs up on the couch and then lay back in a prone position. Bob moved closer to the couch as he watched his mother prepare her body for submission to him. His penis throbbed as it swung crazily in front of him. Damn, he thought, my prick's more worked up from me just looking at Mom than it's been in the pussy of some girls....
Jill stretched out straight with her legs pressed primly together for a moment. Then she slowly spread her thighs and raised her knees as she assumed the classic position of sex.
Bob stared down into her exposed crotch as he got his first good view of his mother's vagina. His face flushed as he saw the pink, panting lips, already moist with expectation. Her vulva seemed small and almost virginal, and the boy felt a vague amazement as he realized that he had entered the world from between those succulent lips ... And now he wanted nothing as much as to re-enter them, with at least part of his body....
"Bob, darling-do you ... well, do you like my cunny? It feels so funny for you to look at it. I guess a boy shouldn't see his mother's cunt like this, but I want you to see it. I want you to fuck it with that big prick of yours. Oh, God ... Bob, are we crazy? I never thought a thing like this could happen."
The boy moved closer to his mother as she waited submissively for him with her legs spread in invitation. "I don't know, Mom. We may be crazy. I just know that you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen and I've got to fuck you. Damn, I'm gonna fill your pretty pussy full...." Bob paused as some last vestage of good sense momentarily returned to his consciousness. "Mom, what about ... well, I don't want to knock you up. I need to use a rubber? I think I got some, somewhere...."
"No, darling. I'm using the pill, don't worry about it. The way I feel right now I'd almost like to give you a baby. Oh Bob, I can't wait ... Please-come fuck me now...."
Jill's plea was unneeded. Bob finally overcame his desire to look at his pretty mother's exposed charms, and he was also once more aware of the danger of a premature orgasm if he delayed further. Damn, he thought, I could come just from looking at her....
But both participants had more in mind than visual stimulation, and both sensed that the time had come to culminate their incestuous union. Bob moved toward Jill's upturned legs and climbed onto the couch so that he came to a kneeling position just below her spread thighs. In this position her waiting vagina was only inches from his anxious penis, but the desire to explore her femininity a little further before he plunged into it made Bob bring his hands forward to the warm lips. He sighed in passion as his fingers took possession of Jill's vagina.
"Mom, you spread it for me. I want to get a couple of fingers in it for a second. No, damn it, I want to kiss it I want to kiss your cunt-hold it open for me...."
Jill complied; her long white fingers spread the delicate lips of her vagina just as the aroused boy fell forward to bring his face down between her thighs. He paused with his mouth only inches from her open sex as his eyes feasted on the feminine sight and he savored the clean, woman scent of her body. Then, aware that this phase could not be prolonged, he lowered his face into her wet crotch.
"Oh. Oh, God ... Bob, darling, you'll make me come. ... Oh, it's so wonderful-so good."
Jill's mumbled words were in response to her son's invasion of her vagina. Bob's tongue had come out of his mouth in a reflex action and had instinctively gone into her opening. He probed into the liquid depths for a moment, then partially withdrew as he brought his mouth up to the top of her slit in a quick search for her clitoris. The search was successful and Jill writhed in pleasure as his lips and tongue teased the sensitive little bud. Jill clamped her eyes shut as saliva trickled from one corner of her open mouth, She was beyond words as she felt the gathering sensations of orgasm.
But she was not yet to reach the full satisfaction for which her body longed so deeply. In desperation brought on by the nearness of his own climax, Bob suddenly lifted his smeared face from his mother's crotch and moved up to take a position of intercourse between her raised and separated thighs.
"Mom-reach down and put it in. Put my prick in your pussy. Can't wait any longer-got to fuck you now. Hurry-put it in me."
"Yes ... yes, I want to. Raise up a little so I can get my hand between ... that's it. Oh Bob-your prick is so big and hard. There-it's between the lips. Go on and put it in. Ram it in, darling, my cunny's wet and ready. Go on-jam it in. Fuck me, Bob, fuck your mother...."
The boy gladly, almost viciously, followed her instructions. He lunged forward with a powerful motion that drove his penis fully into his mother's vagina. Jill gasped at the suddenness of his entry, but her channel was wet and ready, and the plunge that would have been painful under other circumstances now suited her needs perfectly.
Bob rested rather heavily on her throbbing body as he savored the sensations of his penetration. Despite Jill's age and children, her vagina was tight and supple and it closed around her son's penis with a firmness that sent ripples of pleasure through both of them.
"Mom-your cunt's good. It's tight. God, it feels good. I've fucked girls sixteen that were looser than you are. I didn't hurt you, did I? I didn't mean to shove in so fast..
Jill's eyes were closed as she turned her head to one side while her hands pulled his shoulders down so that the boy's chest made contact with her big breasts. "You didn't hurt me, darling. I'm glad you put it in that way. I'm glad you think my cunt is tight, too. Oh Bob, your prick feels so good in me...."
Her reassurance seemed to trigger the boy into action. He withdrew slowly until the head of his organ was once more between her vaginal lips, then again plunged deep into her body in the first stroke of a series that, from the beginning, bordered on violence. His motion was fast, hard, and deep. Jill's lush body quivered and shook under the impact of her son's thrusts. She moaned again as she tried to set up a motion in counterpoint to his rhythm, but her senses were so dulled by her impending climax that she was uncharacteristically clumsy and inept. Her minor failing was of no consequence; for both of them, Bob's vigorous and authoritative stroking was all that was required. His hips moved with increasing speed as his penis pistoned in and out of his mother's vagina....
The act could only be a short one; both had been too aroused at the start to prolong it "Mom, I'm about to ... damn, I'm gonna come. Make it with me ... Here it goes. I'm comin'! I'm shootin'-gonna fill your cunt! God, Mom, you're a fuck...."
Jill's overwrought system responded to the first gush of her son's semen. She seemed to feel each drop of the flood-like stream. "Bobby, I'm coming with you-oh, it's so good. Fuck me, darling-mother-fuck me. Be my mother-fucker always. Oh, I feel your come in my cunt. I'm coming too, darling-let it go. Shoot all your come in your mother. Oh, it feels so good ... so good...."
The orgasm was deep and intense for each of the incestuous partners in sex. Each felt the climax to be something special, and each was to wonder, later with a calm mind, what the real significance of the event was. But for the moment the reaction was physical; mother and son locked their bodies together in a climax that seemed unique to both of them....
But finally the peak passed, as it always must, and Jill lay beneath the relaxing body of her son with her eyes still closed but her mind now clear and alert. Her after-pleasure was good as the peak of her passion died slowly, but somehow it did not achieve the exceptional qualities of the orgasm itself. The pretty mother, assailed by fresh doubt about the act, wondered about the ultimate results of her incestuous union as she felt Bob's penis gradually contract inside her satiated vagina. But, God-it had been good....