Chapter 4
It was nearly five o'clock and already getting dark when Norma Dunham arrived home after shopping.
Usually she left the job of marketing for Lila, the maid, but Lila had been complaining lately of a backache and so Norma had told her to skip this chore. "I'll do the grocery shopping myself, dear," Norma had said. Now, however, as Norma made three trips from her car to the kitchen with the brown grocery bags, she wasn't so sure volunteering to go to the market had been such a good idea. She was getting a backache herself!
She had just finished putting the meat, frozen vegetables and all the odds and ends she had purchased away in the cupboards and the refrigerator when she sighted the note from Roger on the kitchen table. Have gone over to the park to play football with Phil and Ray, the note read. I'll try to be home early, but I may be home late. Roger. P.S. Don't worry about me.
Well, he probably won't be too late, Norma thought, and it is Saturday. He's entitled to a little recreation with his friends. She threw the note in the wastebasket, then took the over-size leaf of pin-up photos into Roger's room. She had felt slightly embarrassed buying the calendar with all the naked and semi-naked girls on it for Roger, but she knew having such a calendar in his room instead of all those baby things they had thrown out last week would make him feel adult and happy. The clerk had looked at her a little strangely, she thought, when she had bought the calendar and she had explained that it was for her son. Now, she selected a spot on the wall just opposite the foot of Roger's bed and pressed the pin-up calendar into the wall with a thumb tack. It held and she stood back and stared at the curvaceous blonde with the big breasts leering back at her seductively. Yes, Roger would appreciate this surprise. She was certain of it. Perhaps it would even stimulate him and make her future approaches just that much easier for her.
Norma sat down on Roger's bed and counted on her fingers. One, two, three, four, five. Yes, it had been five days since she had visited his room at bedtime and made her first sexual contact with her son. And oh what a contact it had been! Even better than she had hoped for. He had feigned sleep and let her do what she wanted with his young, firm body. She allowed her mind to recall the exquisite details of the sexual encounter. She retraced each step of the seduction from rubbing his back to fondling his genitals. The thought of his firm, large erection in her hands as she stroked it and then nursed on it until he achieved a bursting orgasm. He had lifted his buttocks up from the mattress uncontrollably to pierce the wet warmth of her mouth and then, so beautifully, he had shot his delicious sperm into her throat and she had drank from her own son. Her very own son had ejaculated and quivered all over, thanks to her deft manipulation.
One, two, three, four, five, she counted again. Yes, it had been five days since his last orgasm (at least she hoped that had been his last orgasm). Of course, a boy his age might have masturbated once or twice during that time, but masturbation didn't really count.
Masturbation just released tensions that built up in the body. But another body-the warmth and excitement of another human being bringing you to completion was an entirely different matter. If masturbation would do the trick, why would people go to such lengths to make body contact with another body? Indeed, why would she, Norma Dunham, be plotting Phase Two of her plan to seduce her son again? This time, she thought, there would be orgasms for both of them. This time she would feel her son's manhood, so throbbing and anxious, penetrating her vagina. True, she might mouth his organ again during the preliminaries, but ultimately she would lie naked in bed beside her boy, feel his strong arms about her, the eager thrust of his hips against her own, hear his breath rasping in her ear and finally feel his body jolt as he achieved the blessed release all males craved as his hot sperm fired into the depths of her vagina. That would be the moment she had dreamed of for a long time now.
The fifth day, she thought. Time for Phase Two. Again, she would move to attain her goal after Roger had gone to bed. Fortunately, he had no date tonight and so he would be home and there for the taking. She would enter his room just as before, begin by rubbing his back, and then proceed to fondle him to the point of arousal. There was no reason, actually, to believe that her plan would not work. He had let her suck on his organ until he had reached orgasm before.
The only difference this time was that he would have to cooperate a bit more if she were to have him mount her. She planned the exact words she would use to coax him to insert his penis into her vagina. Everything hinged-the entire success of the plan depended-on her assuring him that he was asleep. If he went along with this one all-important aspect of her approach, then the rest would be most simple. She considered the possibilities.
Quite possibly she would have to fuck him this first time with herself on top. That way he would not have to exert himself so much, and the illusion that he was asleep could more easily be maintained. She wasn't sure though. It was all speculation. She would have to wait to see and take the situation as it came.
Norma stood up and smoothed the bedspread of her son's bed lovingly; smiled down and imagined the scene that would take place there later tonight. Then she went into the living room and turned on the TV and tuned it for the evening news. When the brisk-voiced announcer came into view, she returned to the kitchen and got everything ready to prepare dinner when Roger arrived. Her boy would be hungry, maybe famished, after playing football and she didn't want to keep her growing boy waiting. She set the steaks out on the sink to defrost and assembled the vegetables and things for the salad. Then she returned again to the living room and sat down.
The news was depressing. Why did everybody seem to be at war all over the world? All those handsome, firm young men had to leave their mothers and go abroad and risk getting killed instead of staying home where it was safe so that they could pursue their respective careers.
Worst of all, all these young men who were right at the peak of their sex drives had to go and be exposed to foreign women who prostituted themselves for the American dollar. Yes, and some of the more ambitious ones even talked these young men into marrying them and taking them back to the United States where life was comfortable. Venereal disease ran rampant, too.
Norma Dunham sighed. For an instant she visualized an entire army of naked men plunging their penises-their firm buttocks bobbing up and down-into the vaginas of foreign girls. Such a waste! Yes, it was despicable. She hoped Roger never had to go and serve in the military and be exposed to that kind of sexual savagery. She did not want her precious boy over there running the risk of getting killed and even if he did escape such a fate, fucking all those foreign girls.
Local girls were bad enough! No, Roger belonged home here in the States with her where the two of them could learn to share beautiful times together.
They would lie side by side naked-just the two of them-and secretly develop the most wonderful intimacy the world had ever known. But of course the world would know nothing about it because it would be their beautiful, delicious secret. Their love would grow to fantastic heights and they would make love, yes blissful, tender, passionate love forever. Oh how they would fuck! No poet could would ever be able to describe the wonderful things they would do to each other's body.
Suddenly Norma realized she had been staring at the television but not even watching it. Well, it was just as well. Too many terrible things were happening in the world today: violence, lack of law and order, death, ugliness everywhere one turned. It occurred to her that she might be just a little bit strange. This was not a new idea to her. She was fully aware that most mothers did not consciously plan to seduce their sons. Also, she was aware that most mothers, even if they did harbor such desires where their sons were concerned, did not plan to interfere with their boys going off eventually and taking wives, having children, leading normal lives. It was true that the relationship she planned for herself and Roger was most unnatural, but somehow she felt that the two of them were a thing apart. They, and only they, would be able to bring it off. As long as she realized that her plans for Roger and herself weren't normal, everything would be all right. It was the people who thought they were normal and weren't who were candidates for the nut house. My one great advantage, she told herself, is that I know that my plans are not normal and are universally shunned by every society in the world. Still, despite this knowledge, I want my son sexually and I openly admit it. I care nothing about grandchildren or any of that hogwash. I want my son's body for myself and I proclaim this openly to myself.
Norma Dunham glanced at her watch. It was nearly five-thirty and still Roger was not home. Sometimes, if he saw that he was going to be late, he would telephone her. Well, she didn't want to be a nag, she told herself. God knows men put up with enough from nagging wives. She certainly didn't want to become a nagging mother! That's all she needed to turn Roger off, to send him out into the world of other women.
She visualized her son now, and as she did so she began rubbing her firm breasts. She ran her fingernails over the nipples through the flimsy material of her blouse, coaxed them erect. "Ummmm," she moaned aloud. Soon, any day now, Roger would be doing this to her, she thought. Then, staring blankly at the TV screen, she dropped one hand to her lap and lifted her skirt and began rubbing her hand up and down her leg. As she did this, she pretended that she were a man preparing a woman for' love, inching his hand up to the treasure of a female's vagina.
The idea excited her and she continued until her finger traced the outline of her pussy beneath her panties. Gently, very gently, she then pushed her panties aside and let her finger work its way into the heat of her steaming crease. She was very slippery and lubricating nicely now and she was positive she knew just how men felt when they finally reached the hole they valued so highly, the gushing slit they craved to slide their pulsing erections into. Carried away by her fantasy, she began thinking of Roger and began openly masturbating. She visualized his erection standing out in front of him-no, she changed that-she visualized it sticking up in the air as he lay on his back, just the way it had been that night she had sucked him off.
Norma's finger began massaging more firmly and urgently against her clitoris now, the tempo of her hand increasing as little anticipatory waves of pleasure spread throughout the lower half of her body-her rectum, her womb, all the way up to her breast where her other hand still groped at her nipple. Her breath came faster, faster, very fast, faster yet, and then she stopped abruptly and hunched in the chair gasping.
What on earth had possessed her? she wondered. Tonight was the night to have all-out sex with Roger. She didn't want to have an orgasm now. Still, it did feel very, very good, and she toyed with the idea of going into the bedroom and finishing herself off with the vibrator. It wouldn't hurt to come now and then come again with Roger when he went to bed. There wasn't anything wrong with having two orgasms within a matter of hours. She'd done it lots of times.
But she decided against this. No, she wanted to save herself for this very special occasion tonight with her son. Still breathing heavily, she forced herself to abandon any notion of making herself come and ceased massaging her breast. She let the crotch of her panties return to normal, too, and straightened her skirt down over her knees.
She stood up to insure that she would not yield to temptation and went over and changed the channel on the television to some shallow situation-comedy that would take her mind off Roger and the urgings of her body. She had just returned to her chair when she heard Roger enter through the kitchen door. Her heart still beat rapidly from her near orgasm, but at the sound of Roger's arrival it raced even faster. She glanced over her shoulder just as he entered the living room.
"Hi, Mom," he said.
"Hello, dear," she said cheerfully, smiling. Then her smile changed to a frown. Roger was filthy. His trousers were grass stained and his tee-shirt was slightly torn. She caught herself and smiled again. "Well, it looks as though the football session got a little rougher than usual."
Roger stared down at himself and nodded. "Yeah, we had about fifteen guys there and we played tackle. Sorry I'm late and I-I didn't mean to make such a mess of my clothes."
Norma forced her smile even further as she studied the outline of her son's thick, long penis hanging down his trouser leg. She swallowed. What a splendid specimen of a boy-man, she thought. Boys played football. There was no stopping them. As long as they didn't get kicked in their precious testicles or do anything that might damage their beautiful, beautiful cocks or impair their ability to make a woman happy sexually-well, she guessed that was all right.
Besides the exercise made them just that much more masculine, enriched the deep timbre of their voices and made their arms and shoulders and thighs that much stronger so that they could raise and lower themselves more authoritatively as they drove their muscled torsos to even greater fury in the act of loving a woman. My man, my man, she thought. The man who will fuck me tonight. My son!
"That's quite all right," Norma said indulgently. "Why don't you just slip out of those dirty things and leave them in the laundry hamper. Lila will wash them Monday. Take a shower, dear. Then slip into something fresh and comfy and I'll fix you dinner. You must be starving."
"Yeah, I'm really starving. Beat, too."
Norma stood and went to her son and gave him a long kiss on the cheek. He smelled masculine and the odor of his exercised body aroused her. "No matter," she said. "You can get to bed early tonight and get a good night's rest. After supper you'll be as good as new. I'll even rub your back before you go to sleep and take out all that ache in your muscles."
His eyes met hers as she said this and his recognition as to the significance of what she was saying was unmistakable. Yes, she was certain that mentioning she would rub his back had alerted him that she intended to pursue their sexual relationship of four nights ago. Good, she thought. Men improved when they had time to get psychologically ready for impending sexual contact. The notion would grow in his mind and the anticipation of the pleasure he had experienced last Monday would make him just that much more eager for tonight's orgasm.
Men were like that, she knew.
His balls would ready themselves. Every sexual nerve and fibre of his being would await release, and then, when she reentered his room, he would be helpless putty in her hands. Of course, if he feared the upcoming contact with her-if he had resolved to put an end to her sexual advances-this planting in his mind of what was to come could work in the opposite direction, too. Still, she was certain that Roger-indeed, few males she had ever known-could have such a pleasurable orgasm and not look forward to another one of a similar kind.
He dropped his gaze from her eyes now. "Whatever you say, Mother," he said and turned and left the room.
Minutes later, Norma heard the shower going in his bathroom. She went out to the service porch and saw that he had left his dirty clothing on top of the laundry hamper. She opened the lid and bunched the clothing up in her hands. Before she tossed the soiled garments into the hamper she held them to her face and inhaled the odor of her son's body deeply into her lungs. Then she shut the lid and went to the kitchen to fix dinner.
It was late. Right after dinner, Roger had taken a history book from his room and had been reading it ever since. Just like his father, he loved history. Especially ancient history. The television had been on for several hours now and he hadn't even glanced at it. She glanced at her watch. It was slightly early for bed, but he had played football hard and might be getting tired. He had yawned several times already.
"So you like the surprise Mother bought you today?" she said, referring to the pin-up calendar in his room. She let a trace of mischief show in her eyes purposely.
He looked up and grinned. She could tell he was a little embarrassed. "Yeah, that's really something. Uh-didn't you feel funny buying it? I mean, a woman doesn't usually go and buy something like that."
"Well, just a little, maybe," she said, "but I knew my boy wanted it so I just went ahead and bought it anyway. Pretty sexy, eh?"
"I'll say. I guess I'll have to get undressed with my back to the thing. I wouldn't want any of those naked women to get a peek at me."
Norma Dunham laughed. "No, we wouldn't want that, would we? After all, you are a man now. We don't want you getting raped in your room by one of those man-crazy females."
He really looked embarrassed now. She had used the word rape intentionally. For shock effect. It was about time they opened up and talked like adult men and women instead of mother and son all the time. Everything was proceeding perfectly. Things couldn't be better, Norma thought, pleased at the progress.
"No, we don't want you getting assaulted by one of those calendar girls," Norma continued. She laughed. "You are a very handsome boy, you know. Yes, I'd say you better keep your back to that calendar."
"Oh, Mother!" he said.
"You are handsome, Roger. Why should I lie to you when it's the truth? You should be glad you're good-looking. Who wants to be ugly?"
He didn't answer.
Norma yawned. She didn't feel the least bit tired but she forced a yawn anyway. "Well, you had a hard day. Want to turn in a bit early? I'll rub your back if you like."
He fidgeted on the couch and swallowed. Norma was certain she knew what was crossing his mind. His body was remembering the feelings it had experienced with her. It was telling him-commanding him-to say yes so that it could once again experience the sexual release of four nights ago.
"Yes," he said finally. "I am pretty tired. I-I think maybe I will hit the sack early." He paused and when he spoke Norma's heart sang with joy. His answer could not have been more encouraging. "I'll probably drop off to sleep in a flash-before my head even hits the pillow. Yeah, I'll probably sleep like a rock."
He didn't look at her as he spoke. He didn't have to. Every intonation of his voice told Norma precisely what she wanted to know. She had conditioned him by telling him that she would have sex with him and all he had to do was pretend to be asleep. He knew this and he couldn't resist. It had felt too good. His balls had exploded with such pleasure and force that he couldn't resist when all he had to do was pretend to be asleep. He could be just as guiltless as he chose to be. And after all, the morning after their first sexual encounter she had behaved just as though nothing had happened, hadn't she? Therefore, he knew that no embarrassment-none whatsoever-lay ahead of him if only he pretended to be asleep or dreaming when she entered his room tonight.
He stood up and kissed his mother casually on the cheek. "Goodnight, Mom," he said. "Thanks again for that calendar."
"It was my pleasure, love. I'll be in after a while to rub your back. I want to freshen up and get into my robe first. If you're already asleep-well, I'll just give you a goodnight kiss and skip rubbing your back. Or maybe I'll even rub you anyway. Your body's probably sore and the massage might do you good even if you're asleep and can't feel it."
Roger was staring at her, thinking, not knowing what to say. "Yeah, I guess so," he replied finally. "Maybe you're right. Well, if I am asleep I'll-I'll just see you in the morning. Night."
"Goodnight, dear. I'm sure you'll have pleasant dreams if you do fall asleep."
Roger fled from the room and Norma almost squealed with delight. She knew her son would be lying there waiting for her, each moment sheer torture until she slipped stealthily into his room. She got up and went to her bedroom and changed into her sheer nightgown. Then she sprayed cologne all over herself-from head to toe. She had toyed with the idea of bathing, but that would take too long. She absolutely couldn't wait. Roger was eager and she didn't want to keep him waiting any longer than necessary-just long enough to make his pretense of being asleep believable. No longer. Besides, knowing the male animal as she did, he would be anxious for her arrival, bath or no bath!
Norma studied herself in the mirror admiringly for a moment, smiling. Then she sat down on her bed and leafed through a magazine. She longed to rush to Roger's room, but she couldn't go to her son this quickly. They both knew exactly what was going to happen but, in the last analysis, they were involved in a game and even this game had rules which had to be observed. If there were no rules she would simply say:
"Let's go to bed and make love, son." And he would reply: "Yes, Mother, let's fuck." That's all there would be to it. But unfortunately there were still rules. Later perhaps, she hoped, they could abandon the rules altogether-that was her dream-but for now the damn rules had to be followed.
Impatiently, glancing at the wall clock from time to to time, Norma continued paging through the magazine. Finally, she determined that sufficient time had elapsed and put the magazine aside. She checked herself in the mirror one final time and tiptoed down the hall toward Roger's room. At the doorway, she paused and listened.
Silence.
Not a sound. Not even snoring. She peeked in and saw that Roger was lying on his back. She wondered if he had an erection. He lay perfectly still, his pillow bunched up beneath his head and his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, though he did seem to be breathing faster than usual. Well, she didn't blame him for that! Her own heart beat frantically against her ribs and she could hear the rasp of her own breath. Why, oh why couldn't she just go and slip into bed beside him and fondle and cuddle with him? She couldn't though. Things had gone too perfectly until now to let herself get carried away now and ruin everything.
She went barefoot across the carpet to his bed and sat down. She touched his shoulder, timidly at first, then bolder. What was she frightened about? She had been with him four nights ago and, anyway, she had told him she would be in to rub his back. Still, she found herself freezing up now that the crucial moment was near. Tonight was the night she would have his body completely and totally.
"Roger?" she whispered. "Are you awake, darling?"
No answer. His chest began moving faster though, and she knew he was awake.
"Mother told you she would be in to rub your back and she's here now, darling? Mother told you something else several nights ago, too, but you were sound asleep and couldn't hear her. She made beautiful love to you while you were asleep and promised to return again. I am your nighttime lover, sweetheart, and I've returned to make you happier than any boy your age has ever been before. I am going to move you around a bit but you're so tired I know you won't wake up. You may move around a little but that's only because you're dreaming. I won't let it frighten me away. I'll just go ahead and do wonderful things to my baby that I love to do to him. If you do wake up and tell me to go away, though, I will. I don't want to frighten you. Just relax and let Mommy touch and play with you. Can you hear me?"
Roger's chest moved very rapidly now but still he didn't answer. Norma slipped her hand under the covers and, without even making any pretense of rubbing her son's back, immediately began tickling his chest. And then, to her delight, without even touching him below the waist, she saw that his erection stood so tall and firm it made a veritable tent pole beneath the covers. Ah, she thought, he's so anxious for his mother to begin playing with his penis it already stands hard and waiting.
Nevertheless, she decided to heighten his excitement by indulging in some foreplay before allowing her fingers to clasp the hot prick she desired to fondle, kiss, take into the waiting heat of her vagina. She played with his pectoral muscles, massaging his little nipples erect and blew in his ear and tongued and nibbled at his lobes. She bit him, too, and then began showering his cheeks with breathy, wet kisses, finally kissing him full on the mouth lingeringly. Slowly, she parted his lips and inhaled the scent of his young, sweet breath. Then, as her hand worked tantalizingly up and down his leg and over his stomach, she probed with her tongue between his lips and began soul-kissing his mouth, simulating the motion of the male organ entering the female vagina.
Involuntarily, Roger groaned and at that instant Norma let her fingertips gently brush against his bursting hard on. He shuddered as she tickled its head. Then she ran her index finger about in a circular motion in the ooze that her son had emitted for a while before settling down to gentle squeezes up and down the entire length of his rigid stalk of meat. She went on that way, gradually grasping his member harder and stroking the foreskin ever so tenderly, making occasional departures to fondle his big balls as she whispered:
"You're sound asleep, my darling, aren't you? But it does feel good, doesn't it? Better than anything. That's it. Just lie there sleeping while Mommy plays with her big man's stout prick. Remember what she did last time? No, of course you don't-because you were asleep then, too, weren't you? Well, Mommy's going to do that same thing with her mouth to your beautiful prick, love. She's going to do that again-and more! Yes, much more! Oh, my love. You're asleep, I know, but there's some part of you that can hear me. Something way down deep inside you can hear and enjoy what's going on. I just know it. Ummm, what a beautiful hard on my big man has. It's gorgeous. The most beautiful prick in the world. Mommy's going to kiss it now. She's going to kiss it and taste it, and then she has another surprise for you, too. Just relax and let Mommy do what she loves to do to you."
Despite himself, Roger squirmed and moaned as his mother threw back the covers.
Just as before, Norma now lay her head on her son's stomach and admired the long shaft in the dim light as she kneaded the flesh sack below it and squeezed semen from its tip as one would squeeze the contents of a tooth paste tube. God, how he lubricates, Norma thought, swallowing and wetting her lips as she prepared to lap the juice from its dribbling crown. At last, she could restrain herself no longer. She had jacked and squeezed the meat prong of her son until she was crazed with the need to gobble it whole. She moved lower, advancing on the jutting monster until she could nibble at its thick base.
Even this low, her son's love juice had dribbled so that she could taste its tang and inhale its strong aroma. Slowly, twirling her tongue, she worked her way to its bulbous head.
She drew her knees up as she worked so that she was in a fetal position and began spasming slightly and emitting little anticipatory sounds that sounded like questions. Then she tugged at her nightgown until it was off and threw it at the chair in the corner.
"Oh, Roger," she whispered, cuddling, her arms circling his buttocks, "I love you more than anything. I love to have your beautiful penis in my mouth."
She scooted down then, so that they both lay on their sides. He didn't resist when she turned him to his side. It was a nice position. She could rest her head on the mattress as she laved his organ. She took her son's big prick in her mouth and nursed on the bursting rod. As she did so, she ran her hands lovingly over his entire body
-his legs, his knees, and beneath his knees, his inner thighs and the cheeks of his buttocks ... nursing ... nursing ... sucking sounds ... tickling and nursing. She could not seem to get enough of him. Finally, she elected to place him in a position his father had liked. She lifted him so that he was on top of her, straddling her. Docilely, he let her do with him as she wished, still feigning sleep.
With some difficulty, she managed to prop her back against the headboard of the bed, the pillow beneath her neck, and then she pulled at his back and raised him so that he was up on his knees. Now he could fuck her mouth, drive his hips if he chose and assert himself as men sometimes liked to do. Once again, she placed the dripping head of his prick between her lips, taking it in like a starving pup searching for a momentarily out-of-reach nipple. As the thick shaft slid deep into the recesses of her throat, she placed one hand on his dangling balls and manipulated them. She placed her other hand on his buttocks and tugged lightly, letting him know she wanted the cock in as far as possible.
This is the way she wanted to suck her son while he fucked her mouth in the dim light. He liked the position, too, for now he began thrusting gingerly with his hips, no longer passive and just lying there but aggressive and the master of his own tool. For balance and leverage, he placed one hand on top of the headboard and began driving, thrusting steadily harder all the time.
"Ahhh," he groaned, and she knew he was savoring the tingle, that every nerve and tissue of his body was buzzing as he fucked her mouth. She puckered her mouth somewhat to allow him greater friction, maximizing his pleasure as the immensity of his dripping, rigid meat hunk probed steadily in and out. God it was beautiful, she thought, as she listened to his breath rasping above her and felt the entire bed rocking with the urgency of his movements. She gripped her body's cock harder as though it were a precious banana that might get away. After each backstroke she bent forward, reveling in the downstroke and gobbling it as it again penetrated as far as possible into her throat.
She wasn't able to get his entire prick into her mouth, but she was attempting to do so with all her might. She wished she were a trained sword swallower so that she could get the flesh sword in all the way but, alas, she couldn't quite manage it. Still it was beautiful and getting more beautiful all the time as he hurtled toward the point of orgasm. She would stop him in time, though, and transfer the mighty rod to her vagina. From this position the transition from mouth to cunt would be an easy one, she knew; that's why she had selected it. It would merely be a matter of lowering him to another hot and waiting orifice-her cunt!
And then suddenly she could tell that he was nearing a climax. Yes, he was drawing near-very near orgasm-and she didn't want that just yet. His tempo increased and his thrusts were becoming more insistent. He was even holding the back of her head. He was getting ready to send the clumps of his sperm flinging into her oral cavity just as he had the last time.
But this time had to be different. She removed his organ from her mouth and as his cock left warmth and met cool air he sighed a sigh of heart-breaking disappointment. She pitied her son to the very depths of her being, but she knew he would understand once the entire sexual act was over. At the moment this brief pause was essential. He would understand later-the poor thing.
Now he hovered above her, bracing himself with his hands against the headboard, trembling and wondering why she had stopped him. Well, he would soon know, Norma thought. Soon enough he would find release and understand her tactic.
After just the right amount of time, she again took his prick into her mouth. She gripped it this time slightly higher though so that he could not sink his meat quite so far into her mouth-just short of the back of her throat in fact. Her plan was to let him build to the point of climax, then stop him one more time before sliding him down to her eager and waiting vagina. As she sucked now, taking in his thrusts once again, she reached down and tickled her clitoris to prepare her slit for the transfer from mouth to cunt. The switch would be so natural he wouldn't even know what had happened. She could hardly wait, but she forced herself to be patient.
Steadily his pace quickened just as before and, gradually she released her grip on his cock to permit him further access to her mouth. Finally, she was engulfing most of her son's ram-rod again with her mouth and taking the organ in and out, in and out. She cradled his hairy balls in her hand, gently squeezing just as she used to do when servicing his father, that great man of propriety, so skilled and glib in the courtroom, that suave and highly civilized lawyer became a typical male animal in the bedroom. Odd, Norma thought, how her son's movements and reactions should so closely resemble those of his father's. Yes, Roger even groaned in the same pitch as Lester.
Roger's moaning suddenly aroused an insane desire to swallow her son's come-swallow it just as before-but she knew she couldn't, couldn't-because she couldn't swallow his come and have him fuck her, too, and she wanted his cock driving hard between her legs ... fucking her ... fucking her ... clutching her ass hard and taking her while his breath gasped and moaned in her ear. Oh, yes, yes ... soon she could clutch her precious son to her bosom and feel the jarring crash of his body against hers ... soon ... soon ... very soon....
The moment arrived sooner than she thought, for his hips once again took on that tense straining quality that signaled a rush for release. If it were possible, his rigid rod became still more rigid as his balls prepared to erupt their jism into her mouth. She quickly ceased her oral ministrations and, still jacking the stiff prong so that he would not give up in desperation, she ensured his continued interest, indeed his ability to maintain the rock-hard state of his erection instead of giving up in despair that he might never come.
His rod remained starch stiff-thank God, she thought-even though he was losing heart, stamina, hope that this unbearable teasing would come to an end. The moment of truth was near-very near-and Norma knew through experience and instinct that she could not deny her son's climax much longer. Soon he must either relieve himself or collapse in a sobbing heap of defeat and despair. Certainly she didn't want the latter. She had no desire to torture her boy. Her goal was simply to plant indelibly an exquisite and enslaving experience from which he could never escape-for which he would always yearn-an experience no female could even duplicate. And thus he would remain hers exclusively. Hers forever.
Hers for as long as he lived! Later, after the enslavement was complete, he would joyously participate in a mutual sex act. He would become part aggressor and even fondle her body and prepare it manually and orally, but for the moment her aim was to addict him, to acclimate him to her body and have him associate excruciating pleasure with his mother and only his mother. No, she could not hope for him to lap between her legs or suck her breasts just yet.
These acts would come later after the shock of mating with his mother had worn off and he had accepted her as his natural and permanent sex partner. The natural propensity of the male to dominate and direct would evolve naturally and inevitably with time. Roger's desire to inaugurate, initiate sex between himself and his mother would occur as subtly as the transition between night and day, the change of seasons, or a sound that diminishes so slowly one cannot be certain at what point it has ceased entirely.
Yes, all this would come in time, Norma was certain. Right now she wanted to transfer his cock's desire for warmth and rhythm from mouth to vagina. Perhaps she was making too much of this simple task. She wasn't sure. At any rate, the time had come for male to unite with female in the most natural manner. It was time for fucking.
Murmuring a persistent chant of encouragement, she grasped his hips and exerted pressure, indicating that her son should lower his body. He complied, scooting down until the full weight of his body rested on her own. She spread her legs and gently rocked him in her arms. "Oh, Roger," she murmured, "your mother loves you more than anything. You know that by now, don't you? Of course you're asleep but something deep within you knows that Mommy and her son belong this way. Close ... close ... close as it's possible for two people to be. You liked what Mommy just did to you, didn't you? Well, Mommy is taking you inside her body in a moment. She's going to take her darling into her pussy where warmth and love are waiting for her darling boy."
Roger emitted a moan and she could feel his still stiff rod begin a steady rhythm against her stomach. The moment had arrived and Norma wanted to burst into tears of joy. Her boy would enter her vagina within a matter of minutes-perhaps seconds!
"Mommy is going to wrap her loving legs around her boy and guide and pull him into the place where he belongs. It's the place you came from you know, Roger. It's the place where Mommy gave you life. And now it's the special warm place Mommy will give you such pleasure you will never forget it. How can you ever forget that place, Roger? You can't forget it. The truth is, you've always wanted to be back inside of Mommy. Really, you never even left there. It's your home, darling, and it will always be your home as long as you live."
Norma lowered her son a little so that his stout organ rested against the top of her pelvis, lingered in waiting there in the nest of silky pubic hair.
"See how it wants you to come home. It's all wet and warm inside. It's squeezing in and out, in and out, waiting for the boy it made to sink his yummy and aching thing back in it. It's almost calling out to you, darling. Can't you hear it? Come home, come home it's saying. Can't you hear it? Come home inside where it's warm and waiting. I can hear it...."
Once again Roger moaned and Norma reached down and took the bulging organ of her son tenderly in her hand. She stroked its foreskin and his body began pumping harder. She felt his tears against her cheek now. Yes, he understood what she had been saying, she thought, and he had recognized that every word was truth. For a lifetime he had known this great truth but only now had he allowed himself to accept it as truth and now he was crying because he knew that fucking his mother was natural and necessary and the most important thing in his life.
"Motherrrrr," he moaned as though in a deep trance.
"Yes, darling, yes," Norma answered softly. "Now you must put yourself inside me and I will wrap my legs around you and it will be the happiest moment of your life-of both our lives."
Norma continued rocking her son with one arm on his shoulder and milking his prick with her hand. Slowly, she placed its gushing head against her wet clitoris and moved it back and forth, back and forth. Every nerve in her body screamed for her son to penetrate her (pierce her) but still she continued to prepare her boy for entry between her legs. Gradually, as his body shuddered and his hip movements grew more intense, she lowered the head of his member and bathed it in the heat of her cunt lips. She placed the entire head inside so that her heat surrounded this most sensitive part of his cock.
"Motherrrr," he moaned again.
"Yes, my love. Wonderful, isn't it? It's wonderful for both of us."
She lowered her hand from his shoulder now and placed it on the small of his back and pressed gently as she continued inserting his prick squeezingly into her slippery waiting heat. God, she could begin to feel its gristly firmness filling her aperture! Soon it would be all the way in, plunging and driving her to unspeakable ecstasy!
"You want it all the way inside, my love, don't you? Mommy wants it way up inside, too. Just remember. If it feels good for you it feels ten times as good for Mother-a thousand times as good!"
"Motherrrr...."
Roger's prick was nearly all the way in now and Norma began raising her ass and pressing down with her pelvis to feel its presence, to increase both of their awarenesses that they were clamped together now as male and female. They both began a steady motion, savoring the wet warmth and mutual delight and pleasure of a void being filled to capacity. The emptiness and the plug were united now and the friction was beginning to make the union, the filling of the gap with the hotly intruding instrument, something wondrous as mother and son writhed and rolled and thrust as one in abandon.
Norma heard sounds she had never heard before rising from deep in her own throat and her son emitted sounds he had never spewed before. She had thought she had heard every sound of which he was capable of making, but the sounds he now made were new, foreign, indescribable, something weird and almost inhuman. So were hers ... eerie ... mystical ... sacred and alarming ... yet soothing ... super-normal....
They spoke to each other, but their communication was not in words-or at least not in words either of them had ever heard before. Nor was it code. Whatever it was, each understood the other perfectly, and it was a language of both sounds and body motion.
And so there they were ... fucking ... mother and son fornicating as the bed squeaked and the bedclothes fell to the floor unnoticed and there were squeals from Norma's throat and deeper sounds from Roger and sometimes the higher sounds came from Roger and, oddly, the deeper sounds came from Norma and there was no sense to any of it and at the same time a great deal of sense-yes, a great deal of sense and you might say even a great deal of significance because sons and mothers do not often fuck but here these two were fucking all right, really fucking and going at it intensely until it ended the way sexual intercourse generally does-that is with a great deal of motion and sound because it does feel good (that's the principle ingredient of the act, feeling very good, very, very good) which is why nearly everybody who can find somebody else who wants to fuck too will do so so that they can fuck together and have this feeling that is universally regarded as feeling about as good as anything can feel. A VERY, VERY, VERY GOOD FEELING ... THE VERY BEST...
And then you rest and try to get your breath back.
For a long time Norma cradled her son in her arms and both of them gasped, regaining their breaths and feeling great release and relief surging through their bodies, their loins, all up and down and round and about every part of their physiques.
"T love you, my darling boy," Norma breathed, feeling his erection begin to dwindle now, wanting it to stay firm and stiff inside her but knowing this was impossible.
Roger did not answer and pretty soon his prick was down to normal again. Norma continued to hold him in her arms anyway, caressing him, telling him of her great love for him. Finally, she felt his prick withdraw from her vagina altogether and she turned so that they lay on their sides facing each other. She stroked his hair and rubbed his back that way until he had fallen into a deep sleep. This time, even though she knew he was truly asleep and not just pretending, she spoke to him anyway.
"I love you with all my heart, my son. I will do everything humanly possible to make you comfortable and not feel guilt because you have made love with your mother. I brought this unnatural thing about and I will see to it that you do not suffer, my love. I promise you that. I promise ... I swear this to you..."
Norma studied her son's handsome features in the dim light, traced with her finger the lines of his chin, his eyes, his mouth for a long time lovingly. Then she slid out of the narrow bed and crossed the room to the doorway. She stood there, taking in the room, and her eyes fell on the pin-up calendar on the wall. Just paper and ink, she thought. The calendar meant nothing. Whatever it was she had set in motion between herself and her son was of flesh-the real thing-something that would endure and affect both of their lives for as long as they lived. She closed the door and went to her own bedroom.