Chapter 9
Drowsily, she moved her head on the pillow, only partially awake as he slid under the covers with her. The house was quiet, still in the darkness, and Charlotte was glad of that. Blair had waited until little Jan was asleep, before he drifted from his own room into hers. Now they could be together, all warm and cozy in the night.
Charlotte pushed her tail back into him, squirming beneath the blanket, grinding the plump cheeks of her ass into his belly, feeling his stiff prick and the pubic hair of his crotch. He was so smooth, so warm and slim. He was also as eager as ever to get into her, to put that thrillingly rigid young penis into her receptive body. Ah, how she loved him, and how she adored this magic of sex he had brought to her, after so much of her life had been barren.
His hands came searching over her willing flesh, stroking her shoulders, reaching for her right breast. His fingers cupped it gently, wandering over its heavy roundness, finding the erectile nipple and exploring its shape. His breath was hot and tickly into the back of her neck, along her cheek and ear. Charlotte wiggled her ass, making the crack of it caress his balls, using the softly modeled cheeks to rub across his cock.
Kissing her neck, he panted hard into her flesh, and she was happy to think Blair could get so excited over her body, each time he was ready to screw her. Just as she was immediately awakened by his touch, her pussy turning damp and ready for the fucking. They would always be like this, Charlotte thought.
They would always excite each other, by touch and kiss, or by simply the look of love, that glance that plainly said I know the feel of your body, of your sex organ, and I want you.
His wonderful young penis nudged into the valley between her cheeks, and now his hand was sliding down over her belly to finger inspiringly into the mossy depths of her humid pubic hair. Now he was kissing her earlobe, and putting his tongue into the ear itself. Charlotte quivered and arched, and lifted her upper body so Blair could slip his other hand under her ribs and bring it around to squeeze her tit. One hand on her breast, one hand feeling into her pussy, his stiff prick nestled into her ass, her youthful lover was more than ready to fuck her.
And she was more than ready to take his eager hardness into her anticipating cunt, but Charlotte also enjoyed the foreplay, reveled in the obvious adoration he had for her body, the ardent attention he was paying to her skin, her tits, her pubic mound and the dampening hair that curled so thickly and springily upon it.
"Darling," she sighed into the night, into the honeyed dark of the bedroom. "Oh, my darling, my sweet boy."
Blair didn't answer, just nuzzled deeper into her neck, licked more hotly into her ear, and a responsive thrill shot through her, turning her vagina juicy, making her nipples hard and aching. Reaching around, she caressed his downy, firm ass with one hand; the other covered the hand Blair had on her pussy, and she pushed his fingertips right on into the already slippery labia there, taking the first part of his flesh inside her own.
He moaned into her ear, and his fingers were frantic inside the lips of her cunt, feeling the hot, wet satin there, discovering the oily silken walls and the shuddering softnesses deep in her vagina.
Hunching backward, she felt down between his cheeks to his balls, and caressed them for a moment before grasping his shaft and bending down his iron-hard cock so that the throbbing head of it nestled into her dewy labia from behind.
Charlotte leaned forward, so that her ass lifted, I and she hiked a leg wide so he could work his ! prick into her ready cunt. Blair humped, and the head of it slipped inside the clinging grip of her pussy lips. He had both hands locked onto the cheeks of her ass now, and his rod jammed itself solidly up her cunt, his balls coming to rest against j her wetly stretched labia.
Then she stiffened. Charlotte went immobile, turned rigid as a shock raced through her consciousness. The boy stroked his prick lovingly into her pussy, pulled back almost to the head, then lunged forward to bury his throbbing pole up to its full length inside her stilled vagina.
It wasn't Blair's cock!
She knew that, felt it, sensed that the shape and feel of this penis was strange. She had never felt it up her pussy before, and this knowledge turned her cold with shock.
In sudden reflex, Charlotte jerked forward, the movement snatching his prick from within het cunt, popping it out into the air. She rolled over onto her back, then to one side, throwing herself to the far edge of the bed, frightened and angry at the same time.
"Please-" the stranger panted, and Charlotte's frantic hand found the bed lamp. A scream was building in her throat, but she did not dare loose it for fear of waking little Jan.
Her head swiveled around, and she was staring full into the face of the man in bed with her, the man who had but a moment before had his cock plunged hilt deep into her. But it wasn't a man.
"Duncan?"
Blinking into the light, his hazel eyes stunned and his mouth open, her son Duncan Mason sat up, naked, the light gleaming on his tanned skin-the light gleaming upon his erect penis, oiled by the juices from his few strokes into his mother's cunt. His own mothers cunt!
"Duncan-wh-what-how did you-Duncan!"
"Mom-please-" Her son's face was stricken, his eyes hurt. "Oh mom-they'll hear you..."
Grabbing for the sheet, Charlotte pulled it desperately to her breasts, trying belatedly to cover herself, to hide her body from the stare of her son. "Duncan-how dare you! Why are you in here-trying to do that to your mother? I can't-I won't
He reached for her. They were close on the bed and they were naked. A few seconds back, this fifteen-year-old boy with the lovely bronzed body so slim and so smoothly muscled-this boy had been tucked closely to her ass, but now Charlotte's eyes were wide in horror as she drew back from his outstretched hands.
"No! Get out-get out of here right now! I'll call-you can't ... "
Then she didn't know his face at all. It was no longer a boy's beardless face, but one turned intent and hard in the pattern of a frustrated male. Duncan's eyes narrowed and his mouth firmed.
"Mom-look; I know all about you and Blair. I know you've been laying him, and-and doing other things to him. We went into this thing together, didn't we? I mean-you and Blair and Elena and me; everybody digging it, everybody ball-fag."
She shrank from him, from the determined look of him. "No; it-I never meant it to turn into incest! You're my son, my son-and I can't-won't!
His hand caught her wrist, and she was surprised at its strength. Duncan said, "Blair and I talked it over, and we both wanted to dig our own mothers. He says it's a natural, powerful thing, and why shouldn't we? I mean-since that's why you lay him in the first place; he's a son substitute, and you'd really rather be screwing me."
"Duncan! Don't you dare talk like that to your mother. How can you..."
His hand tightened, pulled her leaning toward him. "I'd rather screw you" he said. "Elena is beautiful and hot and she's taught me a lot of things, but I want to fuck you. I had it in you just a minute ago, and you were moaning darling, darling. You're so juicy and hot inside, and I have to fuck your beautiful cunt, mom-I have to!"
This time, her voice did break on the edge of a ragged scream. "No! not your own mother-I won't allow..."
Roughly, he jerked her toward him, and her breasts went flat against his hard young chest, her naked tits digging their now flaccid points into his warm skin. She lifted her hands to slap at him, but his mouth slammed into hers and she was struggling to breathe, fighting for air as his tongue filled her mouth and her startled breath mixed with her son's.
Charlotte groaned and beat at the back of his head, at his shoulders, but his arms were tightly around her, and all she could do was batter ineffectually upon him. She tried to flail her legs in order to break free, but Duncan pinned them down with one of his.
Slowly, terrifyingly, she was being forced back down upon the bed. She fought him, doing her best to scream against his teeth, but her son was pressing her down. She was on the bed, beneath him, and his panting body was tented over her, poised above her. His mouth was away from hers and she choked out, "No, Duncan. Oh, please, please don't. I'm your mother, Duncan. You can't do this to me; you can't rape your own mother!"
"Oh yes," he said, and the rigid pole of his sex was out there long and slim. "Oh yes, mom-I'm going to fuck you. Right here and right now, I'm going to cram my prick into your beautiful pussy, and I'm going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you!"
Oh lord, she thought, her head spinning; oh please don't let him; if he puts his penis into me, it's incest, incest. Charlotte writhed and bucked, but somehow he held her down with one hand on her tits, and somehow one of his knees was forcing her legs apart.
"Elena!" she screamed. "Jan-Elena-Blair! Help me-oh help me!"
Duncan's body came down, and he had his stiff cock clenched in one hand, burrowing it down there between her thighs, probing into her deep pubic hair to find the slot he meant to pack it in.
"Please, son! No; don't do this to your mother-oh, no-no-no!"
The head of his fierce young cock was against her labia. Charlotte fought him, rolled her hips to make his glans slip off her pussy, bounced her pelvis to keep him from that forbidden nest he must not open.
His prick slid away, came back, pushing, pushing. Duncan pressed his weight upon her tits, and she had to try and move from under that burden, It only took a moment, a split second, and the pulsing knob of his penis was forcefully at her hairy gates once more. Charlotte gasped for air, for strength, and hiked her ass to buck him off.
Duncan forced it into her. She felt the end of his cock penetrate into her labia, felt the traitor lips of her cunt go even more fevered and looser so that the length of his hard prick could slide on into the trembling depths of his mother's vagina.
"Ahh!" Her son sighed, and gave a hitch of his ass to bury his loving cock to the roots inside her flexing cunt. She felt his strong balls come against the crack of her ass, and knew she was through, that she could not possibly restrain him any longer.
Charlotte Mason was being raped by her own son. Her son's prick was full length inside his mother's lubricated pussy, and she couldn't hold him back any more. He was fucking her, fucking his mother, putting the prick to his mom, and there was nothing at all that she could do to stop him.
"Mom-mom-oh, what a lovely hot cunt! Oh mom-your sweet pussy-ahh, mom, mom! Oh, I love you, mother-at last, at last, I've got my prick where I always dreamed some day I'd put it-I have it all the way up inside your mother's cunt, deep in your hot pussy, fucking, fucking..."
His mouth closed on hers once more, and Duncan moaned as he fed her his darting wet tongue, as he raked her teeth with his and licked behind her teeth, up along the roof of her mouth. His cock worked delicately back, withdrawing until she could feel the hard knob of it barely contained by the slippery grip of her cunt lips. Then her son eased his tool forward again, and she knew the sensation of its rounded, polished staff caressing her distended clitoris as it passed. Once more, it was full length into her vagina, this fresh, stiff cock going to its balls inside her clinging velvet sheathe.
In and out of her supine, lax body, Duncan thrust his impatient prong, and behind Charlotte's squeezed-shut eyelids, she saw the image of it, slim and steely and driving. She could picture his testicles, swinging in that tight, somewhat swollen sac feathered with bronzed hairs. Charlotte's breath rattled in her throat, and when her son lowered his face to catch one of her nipples in his teeth, her ass twitched in a reflex action that made her vagina muscles ripple over his stroking cock.
She didn't mean to do that. She wasn't that bad, that debauched, that she could actually enjoy being screwed by her boy. By this now sweating body so sleek and strong, by this long, powerful penis that worked so exquisitely inside her quivering box.
But tremendous forces stirred within her vagina, and inexorable waves rose and fell tidally within her bloodstream, within her flesh itself. Charlotte's head swung tick tock from side to side, matching the growing arcs her ass was making, and no matter how bitterly she resisted the movement, she could not hold it back.
His cock plunged deep, withdrew thrillingly, hammered back home with a pounding that was impossible to deny. Her cunt shuddered, and a wild, keening moan broke from Charlotte's parted lips. Madly, insanely, her arms lifted and enfolded the slim, sweating form of her son; her sharp nails raked his back, and her pelvis heaved erratically as her lascivious body fought to get his swiftly moving pole deeper into itself.
"Oh lord, oh God, oh please-" Charlotte moaned into his hair while her son sucked blissfully upon her nipple, while his strong young prick drilled so deeply into her flexing pussy. "Oh Duncan-my love-my son-my darling-ahh, you sweet boy-oh screw me-do it deep-oh screw me, screw me-fuck me!"
He let go her tit and slid his face up so he could pant into her open mouth. "Yes, mother; oh yes, mom-I'm fucking you, and now you're fucking me back! Ah, mom-lay that hot cunt to me-put that juicy pussy to your son's prick!"
Charlotte rolled with the rhythm, bounced and rocked with his pile-driving beat, and the good things swept her up, the good-dirty loving things surrounded her and made her adored, and the universe went wild.
Hunching at him, rolling his thrusting cock around inside the clenching hotness of her cunt, she tried to devour him; her pussy gobbled at his cock; her mouth pulled his tongue inside, and her belly rolled convulsively against his. Charlotte fucked her son; she screwed him and copulated with him and fucked him until the room went smoky, and the ceiling dipped over them.
She came; she came in spasms of raw, searing ecstasy as her heels beat him in the ass and her fingernails tried to lance him into her breasts. Her cunt writhed around his still pistoning cock, and she went liquid inside, turned more slippery and melting as he continued to lay the meat to her.
He shivered against her, and his body went rigid. She felt the geyser of his come as it struck against her womb, knew the hot flooding of his semen as Duncan pumped and pumped his ejaculation into his mother's willingly receptive pussy. He packed her already juicy nest with his sticky gism, and she had never known a more gratifying sensation.
"I love you, mom," he murmured into her mouth, into her gasping lips. "Oh, how I love you-my mother and my girl and my hot piece of ass."
"Really?" Charlotte whispered. "Do you really, really love me, Duncan."
"Oh yes, darling," he said, his boyish cock still I'll rigid within her grasping cunt, his hairy young balls still pressed adoringly into the wet crack of her ass. "I love your cunt and your ass and your tits-and it's just great, mom-to be able to lie here between your beautiful legs, with my prick up your pussy, and tell you I love you. Not just like a kid loves his mom, but in every way there is."
She smiled against his eager lips, tasting the tip of his tongue, knowing many of his young male flavors and anxious to know even more. "It's wonderful for me, too, dear. I-I can at last love you as a man, as my-my husband, my lover, my special boyfriend. I can take your-your sweet organ into me and lavish all my love on it, feeling your thing-no, your prick-loving my cunt. I can shake my ass and kiss you and tongue you, and make you come in the greatest joy I, or any woman, can give to a man. Oh, Duncan, my son, my lover..."
They lay warmly together, until he thought that the sweet weight of him might trouble her, he said; then he rolled off her, his rod at last going soft. Charlotte was completely spent, totally drained, and if his orgasm had been mighty as her own, Duncan was just as relaxed. But her son could not he quietly with her; he was too high, too stimulated by what they had just done. Charlotte knew exactly how he felt; it wasn't every night that a mother fucked her manly young son for the first time, no more than it was a common occurrence for a boy to put the prick to his mother's eager cunt for the first time.
For she had been eager; she knew that now, accepted the fact that she had long desired to commit incest with Duncan, that she had wanted, craved her son as a lover. Now it was accomplished; the thing done; the act completed-and never, never had Charlotte known such a wild and moving orgasm. When she came, it had been a tremendous, soul-tearing thing that was marvelous, sensational, great.
His hands roamed gently over her now, as she lay resting, flat upon her back, just as he had left her when his melting cock slid out of her pulsating cunt. Duncan was feeling over her body, his fingers exploring the texture of her skin, the resiliency of her heated flesh, and she felt warm, loved, needed as any woman must be needed.
"Gee, mom," he breathed, "You've got the greatest tits in the world. They're so soft and nice; good and big, and the nipples are long and stiff. Did I nurse you when I was a baby, or did you feed me from a bottle?"
Charlotte's voice was shaky as she answered, "You nursed. I-I wanted to feed you from my breasts."
Duncan caressed her tits, propped up on one elbow so he could use both hands. "Did I bite?"
"S-sometimes-when you cut some teeth. Oh, Duncan-don't you hate your mother for being so bitchy?"
His hands tightened on her breasts. "Hate you? Oh no-I love you, and I'll always love you, but more than just any guy loves his mother. I mean, we dig each other now; we make love. Now I don't have to go out of my head dreaming about how it'll be, getting in here between your fine long legs, or wondering what the hairs on your beautiful pussy will feel like, or if you'll roll and shake your ass when I put the meat to you. Now I know, and it's so far out I'm scared I'm just dreamingand if that's so, I never want to wake up."
Charlotte's hands covered his, pressed them down into the soft mounds of her tits. "Did you dream of me so much, dear?"
"All the time," he said. "Oh, I'd see some young chick in a mini and think about screwing her, but then I'd picture you, and I knew I wanted to screw you more than anyone else. I was glad to fuck Elena, I mean-especially since she taught me so many ways to make a woman come, and since you and me might never have made it if Blair didn't get into you first. But me fucking you-that's the best there is, the best there can ever be."
"Darling," Charlotte said, and caressed his arms, his wrists. His palms rotated slowly upon her tits, and her nipples came to life under the gentle fondling, springing high and rigid. "It's been the best for me, too."
He said, "Better than my father's? I mean-do I screw you better than dad did?"
"Much better," she said. "Your father was-too quick and shamed; I never had much enjoyment out of him."
Duncan leaned over, his face nuzzling into the sweaty valley of her tits; his hands passed on down her rib cage to rest warmly upon her hips.
Murmuring into her skin, he asked, "Did you ever screw anyone else besides dad?"
"N-no; I was a virgin when we got married, and, well, I was brought up too strictly to-to run around, and I just didn't know any better. Until Blair, and now you, my darling. You're my lover, my wonderful, wonderful lover."
Her son licked at her nipples, and his hands fondled her belly. "How did dad put it to you? On top, around the back?"
Charlotte shivered. "I-why do you want to know, Duncan?"
He began playing with her pubic hair, tickling his fingertips into the still damp forest of feathery curls that covered her mound. "I want to know everything about you, mom-how you fucked and how you felt, and what his prick was like inside you. I have to know every little thing about you and your beautiful body, so I can give you more and more pleasure. Tell me-did my father make you come?"
"Sometimes," she said. "But it was always quick and land of embarrassing. I never enjoyed doing it really until ... "
"Until Blair," he said, feeling her mound, cupping her humid pussy, kissing her tits. "Blair told me how he fucked you, and the way you act when you're riding his cock. He told me about you eating him and letting it go in your mouth, and I made him tell me how you dug it when he went down on you. I'm not jealous of Blair, mom-in fact, well all get it on together one of these days, and I can really watch him fuck you."
"I-I don't know," Charlotte said. "That sounds like an orgy, and I'm still too ashamed, too afraid ... . "
"Don't be afraid," he said softly, and began to lick her ribs. "Just he back and take it easy, mom-because I'm going to do something that my father never did to you. I'm going to go down on your sweet pussy. I'm going to eat my mother's cunt until you go right out of your head."
Quickly, Charlotte said, "Oh Duncan-no, no, dear. It's-you and I-mother and son..."
His face was sliding down her belly, his tongue licking hotly and hungrily at her skin, his teeth nipping her flesh. Charlotte's hips rolled, and she stroked his dear head as her thighs spread themselves wide. Once the barrier of incest had been broken, there was no reason she should not go the limit. She couldn't un-fuck her son, couldn't drain his darling come from her vagina and pretend that his cock had never exploded deep within her. So she would admit that she adored his fucking, and go on to taste all the flavors of him, in all the ways there were.
He was whispering against her mound, his tongue touching softly into the hair that covered her damp labia, "My pussy-my cunt-my box..."
"Yes, dear," she said down to his head. 'Your pussy, my darling; your cunt, to do with as you like-whatever you like. Duncan-my darling, sweet son."
"Mmmmm," he said, and now he was between her thighs, his hands under her ass, lifting her crotch to tilt it upward for the thrill of his hungry mouth.
Charlotte gave herself up completely to him, her knees far apart and the cheeks of her ass flexing in his hands, her pelvis hunching for the caress of his adoring mouth. His tongue felt along her sticky cunt lips, the labia still containing the residue of their recent fucking, his own semen blended with the lubricating oils of her pussy.
"Love me," Charlotte whispered. "Oh my son, eat me and devour me and drink my juices. Be happy with me. Let my cunt give you pleasure."
Duncan moaned into her cunt lips, his tongue slipping in and out of the hot, greasy folds. She could feel the touch of his teeth and the prodding of his nose, his chin. Writhing, Charlotte hiked her ass and stroked her pussy up and out, settling her clitoris to the flicking of his tongue. Truly then, her son began to devour her.
His fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass as he buried his mouth into her raging pussy. Groaning and licking, he nibbled into her lips, caught her aching, trembling clit between his teeth and chewed there as Charlotte came swiftly, not once but twice.
He burrowed deeper into her flaming cunt, nosed in as she raked it over his chin and nose. His hands left her ass and came around, one on her belly and one in her crack, so that he could use them to squeeze her pussy like an orange, pushing it together so that the lips would spread open in the center for him. Then he sucked her, sucked her, pulling her flow of juices into his mouth and swallowing them, gulping her oils down in an ecstasy of ravenous intimacy.
"Ahh!" Charlotte cried, pressing down on his head to force his loving face deeper into her thrusting pelvis. "Oh my baby, my son, my boy-eat your mother's pussy-eat your loving mother's cunt-eat me."
Duncan land of growled into her shivering box, and she fucked savagely at his face, banging her clit into his teeth and grinding her wet cunt into his mouth. She came again-and this time with a spinning, whirling fury that lifted her ass a foot from the bed. She screamed out some mindless, wordless shout of exultant completion, and passed out.