Chapter 2
Now's Frank's long, hard cock was ready to stab up his mother's asshole. She was actually throwing it at him, in eager anxiety to get him to do it to her.
"Don't torment me like this, Frank," she panted, "stab it up there, fuck me! Fuck me, damn it, fuck me!"
"That's what I like, mom," her son smiled, "I like to see a woman beg for it."
Frank got up and went to the bathroom took out the Vaseline and pulled his prick with his hand covered with Vaseline. Now that his cock was well greased, he was ready to go back and fuck her ass good.
He went back to the bedroom and leisurely straddled her.
"Raise your ass up, mom."
His mother raised her behind, arching it up, making it easy for him to thrust. Once more she was reminded of his father who demanded every kind of unusual sexual act for her to perform. Frank, she realized, had come by his strange sexual desires naturally.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she begged.
"Oh, yes, mom," he smiled, "I'm gonna fuck your ass real good!"
Straddling her, he slowly eased the huge shaft between her buttocks. He marveled at the beauty of her behind. It was firm, round, and ready for action. With a hard, ramming thrust, he rode into her.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," she panted, as her son slid his shaft inside of her.
"Oh, son, fuck, fuck my asshole!"
He bent over, his chest touching her back, as he reached down to grip her soft breast-flesh. He gently massaged the breasts, cupping them in his full hands as he enjoyed the feel of them. He used his fingertips to work on the nipples, and then he swept down to her vagina and played with her there.
"I like that shaved snatch," he told his sexy mom. "You sure have got a beautiful body, I'll tell you that!"
"Thank you, son," she said, "you're such a good son to me."
He rode into her, enjoying it immensely. However, she could hardly believe she was receiving both sons in one night. It all happened so fast. Albert wanting his cock pulled, and then sucked, and now her marvelous Frank ramming her rectum.
"Fuck it, mom, fuck it, oh, yes, twist it, when I jab to the right, twist your tail to the left!"
As her son thrust his cock to the right, she twisted her buttocks to the left, giving him the exact sensation he desired.
"That's it! Churn your ass! Oh, yes, yes, grind it!"
He rammed to the left and she churned to the right. Each time he would guide her and she would respond.
"Oh, mom, what a fuck you are," he said, as his fingers diddled inside of her vagina. The action that they were sustaining was wild, exciting, beautiful.
"Fuck! Fuck! Oh, yes, yes, fuck!"
Faster and faster, the super-sexed son stabbed his mother's asshole. Now, Albert had gone back down the hall to listen to his brother give his mother the fuck of her life. He watched from the small crack that was open at the door, and nervously reached down for his rod. He panted, breathing heavily, as he saw them going to town.
"Oh, ah, fuck me!" she begged, "Fuck me, yes, yes, that's what I like," she panted.
Now he was ramming it into the hilt. As far as the cock could go, he stabbed her there.
"Fuck it, fuck it, oh, yes, yes, that's it, that's it!"
The hot juice spurted out of his prick, high in her rectum, and she milked it for all it was worth. At the same time, his fingers were diddling her there, and they were moistening, and then she gushed sending a flood of juice to his fingers. He kept flicking his fingers in her clitoris until she had made it all the way.
It was an unusual fuck, that was sure. Yet, it was a beautiful one for Frank and his mother.
Slowly, the son eased his cock out of his mother's tight channel. As she felt his prick slipping out, she relaxed. Lying down and looking up at him, she smiled, "Oh, baby, that was so good!"
"You like it?" she smiled.
"You know I did," he said.
Now the two of them were one. For this split second in eternity, as their satisfaction mingled, and his arms went around his mother, they breathed as one body, one soul, lovers.
Albert felt almost as if he was an intruder watching two people who were enjoying themselves so much, and he walked away. Then, Frank knew he had to put an end to it. The drunken haze that had clouded his brain, that had prompted him to do this wild thing was wearing off.
"Mom, I'm sorry," he said humbly.
Being sorry hit her with impact. She knew now that all it was to him was a drunken screw. It had meant much more to her. Tender loving thoughts had surfaced in her mind as her son gave himself to her, that way. She hated to think of it being looked on by him as being dirty, something wrong. For a moment, she wanted to forget that he was her son. She wanted to think of him in that split second of eternity as a lover. That was all, and glancing out the window and looking far out into the night, and seeing the stars glistening in the distance, she could imagine she was taking her trip to the stars. This was what sex always did for her. She was a romantic, a sentimentalist, a lover, yet she was guilty of incest. And she knew it was wrong. However, she couldn't stop herself.
"I'll see you later," Frank said, rising and walking out of the room.
Albert had seen everything. He wanted to rush in and tell her that he knew. Yet, he didn't think it was the thing to do. He decided it would be better to keep his mouth shut, tell nobody, go back to bed. He went back to bed, his mind reeling, his whole world shaken. How could he look anyone in the eye again? He had fucked his mother! What could be worse? Kids at school called dirty, foul kids mother-fuckers. And that's exactly what he was. This bothered him, making it difficult for him to sleep. But, as he tried to sleep, he began thinking of the erotic sight he had seen, and he made up his mind that he would get some action like that, too. He couldn't wait to have her throw her ass up at him, and let him stab her cunt from that angle, or drive it into her asshole.
He had a troubled, sleepless night, and the next morning he was awakened with his mother sobbing and crying.
"What's wrong?" he gasped, running out of his room and down to the living room to where his mother was carrying on at the top of her voice.
"He's gone, he's gone," she said, holding a piece of paper in her hand.
"Who's gone?" he demanded.
"Frank, Frank has gone and left me."
He pulled the piece of paper from his mother's hand, and read it: "Dear Mom: I have gone. It is best this way. I'm sorry about everything. Forgive me, and forget that I ever lived. I've been a rotten son. Frank."
He put the piece of paper down nervously, and said, "Oh, mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, why did he go?"
"I have no idea," she said, her eyes clouding, her forehead, wrinkling, and the guilt surfacing in her eyes now, too.
"Mom, go get yourself something to drink," Albert said.
"I shouldn't drink in the morning," she said, "I have a hard enough time stopping in the middle of the afternoon. If you begin in the morning you, oh no!"
His mother ran over to the bar, ignoring her own dictum about not drinking in the morning. She poured herself a shot of whiskey and drank it. Finishing one, she poured another shot and gulped it down just as quickly. Gulping the whiskey so quickly gave her a hoarse voice.
"Oh, son," she said, "come here, baby. You're all I've got!"
There was nothing else for Albert to do. Now he was alone with mom. His father was dead, his brother gone, he was indeed the man of the house.
"I'm not going to school today," he sighed, "you need me too much at home."
"Oh, son," she sighed, "you must go right along. Things must go on, life can't stop because he has gone."
"Yes, I'm staying here, you need me, mom. I'll call the principal's office so they can take the message for my homeroom teacher that I can't make it."
"Oh, Albert, darling, that's so kind of you to want to console your mom."
"You know I love you, mom," he said, brushing his cheek against hers and kissing her on the side of her face.
He went to the phone and left the message at the school office for his homeroom teacher. Then, coming back to his mom, "Mom, I've got to have a drink, too."
"Oh, no," she said, "that's how Frank began. Frank, baby, wasn't just an alcoholic, he was-"
"I know," Albert said, "you don't have to tell me, mom. Frank was hooked on drugs, and had been for a long time. And you know what, mom?"
"No, what, son?"
"He was involved in an armed robbery, mom. We're lucky he's gone."
"I won't believe it," she shrieked, "Frank, my dear son, would never do a thing like that."
"Not unless he needed a fast fix," Albert said.
"Albert, baby, don't you ever disappoint me. Promise me, son, you'll never run away like that!"
Going over to his mother, he wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her full on the mouth. Holding his lips away from her for a moment, he looked affectionately into her eyes and said, "Don't worry, mom. I'll never run away from you."
Her lips opened and she waited for her younger son's tongue to slide in and touch hers. Albert didn't disappoint her. His tongue slid inside her mouth, and soon he was thrusting his tongue in her mouth as if it were a cock driving into a cunt.
"Oh, baby, you know what?" she sighed.
"No, mom, what?"
"I wish I could ball you," she said, "isn't that awful?"
"No, mom," Albert smiled, "I'd like to ball you, too."
Her eyes flashed on, as if someone had turned an electric switch on. She was stimulated now, excited, and eager to taste the joys of dealing with her son. She decided that the cagiest thing to do would be to suggest a simple massage.
"Albert, baby, my nerves are frayed. Could you give your mother a massage?"
"Sure, mom, anything!" he smiled, flashing his teeth and licking his lips.
"Alright," she said, "come along to my room."
He followed his mother to her room, and as she laid there on the bed, she said, "I suppose I should take off all of my clothes, son, so you can rub me better."
"Why not?" he smiled, knowing full well what she wanted.
As she lay on her stomach, she turned to tell him, "Rub up and down the nerve centers on my spine, honey. That will help me a lot."
"Yes, mom," he smiled, "I'll do it real nice for you."
"I know you will, darling," she said.
His hands rubbed up and down her spine, and then he felt her behind. He enjoyed feeling her there. He was contemplating what it would be like to slide his pecker up there. He had seen photos depicting men driving their penises up the female's vagina from behind. Also, he had seen photos depicting anal intercourse. Having witnessed his own brother, Frank, give it to his mother, from backside, he was eager to try that, too.
"Oh, I'm feeling better now," she said, "yes, son, so much better!"
Indeed she was feeling better. As his hands worked gently over her, she enjoyed it more every moment.
"That feels so good," she told him, "keep it up!"
He did keep it up indeed, and then parting her legs, he worked his fingers around her buttocks and around her vagina. She told him, "Keep that up, darling, it feels so good to your mother."
"Oh, mom, I'd like to lick your butt," he said. Going down, he let his tongue sweep out over her behind. As his tongue licked the smooth surface of her buttocks, her body quivered and his fingers slid down to her vagina and kept her excited there.
"Albert, oh, baby, it feels fantastic! Nobody has ever done that to me before." She lied.
As the tongue action increased, she raised her buttocks so he could have a good vantage point for rimming her.
"Rim it, honey," his mother smiled, and she turned to look at him doing it to her. She enjoyed watching in the mirror, too, for it was an erotic sight to see.
"Suck my asshole," she demanded. "Suck it, son, suck it!"
He knew that it was disgusting to do such a thing, to say nothing of doing it with your own mother. Yet, his erotic nature triggered him to do so. And, having watched his brother, Frank, do it, he wanted to find out what Frank felt when he did it to her.
"Oh, baby, that's too much, I'm climbing the walls," she panted.
He knew it was time to straddle her butt, and he decided to throw it to her cunt from this angle. As he slowly eased the cock down to her gash, he enjoyed the fact that she was smoothly shaven there so he could see from behind precisely where the slit was located. He slid it smoothly, and thrust with one hard drive.
"Sock it to me," his mother demanded, with all the finesse of a cheerleader at a football game.
"Oh, darling, that's groovy!"
He loved the enthusiasm that his mother put into it, and he tried to match her eager desire for it. Thrusting it into her cunt, he kept it driving up there as she vigorously worked her tight cunt muscles around the cock. She prided herself in keeping her body always delectable, always ready to screw with.
"Oh, baby, ram it up there!" she begged him.
Ramming the cock up her cunt, he did enjoy himself a lot. It didn't bug him that it was his mother that he was making it with. A cunt is a cunt is a cunt, he said to himself. And mom's cunt is nicest of all.
"Fuck, fuck it, mom, that's it, sweetheart, fuck!"
Crude, forceful, virile, he rode into her cunt. Suddenly the juicy hot cock exploded, sending a big wad of sperm inside her pussy.
"Milk my prick," he demanded of his mother, and she squeezed, milking the juice out of his dong.
When he felt that fantastic moment of explosion, he also delighted.
"Fuck it, baby," he demanded, "fuck, baby, fuck!"
His rhythmic chant excited him no end. As he gripped her tits, he drove his cock up her cunt and suddenly exploded.
"Fuck it, fuck it, yes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, and juicing!"
The big prick had shot its wad, and he was really enjoying it, too.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he panted, "that's it, fuck it, yes, yes, do it!"
Together they had achieved a beautiful fuck, for his mother had made it, too. Suddenly, she refused to face reality any more. After her son, Frank, had fled, she had flipped out from reality and, unhinged, was carrying on with Albert. Doing it with Albert was like having her husband back, like having her other son back, and therefore it became a sexual rite.
"Oh, darling, you were so wonderful," she told Albert.
Albert eased his cock out of her pussy, and lay down beside her.
"Lie down here, mom," he told her, "let me love you."
She gladly lay down beside her son, then his hands began playing with her nipples. She enjoyed the feel of his hands as he massaged her there.
"Oh, baby, you're so gentle and so playful, like a little puppy," she giggled.
He wondered if something was happening to her, that she was talking like this. He suspected that the Greek had become too much and she wasn't herself. However, she reached down and grasped his mainstem in her hand.
"This brought us a lot of pleasure, didn't it, darling?"
"Yes, mom, it sure did," he told her, "you want to suck on it for me awhile?"
"Oh, son, I would love to."
His mother, crouched at his crotch, and slowly pulled on his prick, bringing it to erection. Bending over, his mother slid her mouth over his penis head. She didn't go down on the staff completely, oh no, she did it like her husband taught her to suck cock. She used her mouth to capture the pead of the penis, to lick its velvety crown, and tickle the slit with her tongue. Then she pulled it back and forth as she drew her lower lip across the underside, the sensitive glans portion of the penis.
Now this was driving him out of his mind. He went down with his hands and guided her, and she suddenly reached down to his testicles, and lifted them into her mouth. She sucked on both nuts at the same time. He loved this, and his body quivered and shivered with trembling excitement.
"Oh, mom, suck me, suck my balls," he said.
"Baby, suck, suck, suck it!" he told her.
Now he was lost in his own sexual fantasy, his eyes were closed, and it wasn't his mother who was licking and sucking his cock and his balls at all. It was a nameless, faceless female, one who knew the art and craft of love.
"Suck that prick! Suck that prick! Yes, yes, suck it!"
She pulled the large penis toward her and went down it again. This time she went down to the base of the penis with her mouth, letting the head of the shaft of it touch the back of her throat. As the penis slid back and forth, she became more and more excited herself. Her own excitement, made it possible for her to give a super-suck.
"Suck that prick, suck that prick, yes, mom, yes, suck that cock, suck it!"
He thrust it to her, enjoying it more every moment.
"Suck that cock, suck that cock, yes, mom, suck it!"
She loved the aroma of his loins, she enjoyed the feel of his slimy sweaty thighs, as he gripped her with his thighs and threw his pelvis up, as he thrust that cock down her throat and fucked her good. His hands reached out and his fingers went through her hair, as he guided her over his rod. Up and down, up and down, her mouth moved as she traveled the six-inch journey, the most exciting sexual trip in the world.
"Suck that prick off, eat that juice, suck it, go after the juice, mom," he demanded.
She loved his dominant demands, she enjoyed pleasing him, she couldn't wait for him to juice it.
"Oh, mom, suck, yes, that's it, oh yes, yes, suck!"
The meat was almost ready to explode. Now, a hard, driving thrust shot and the juice explosion was over.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he smiled, "suck it! Suck it! Oh, yes, yes, suck! Suck!"
They had enjoyed it immensely. The cock-sucking action had brought them to the brink of delight. Yet, he couldn't wait for her to juice it all out. She sucked and sucked and got some more juice out of his cock, and he passionately thrust his pelvis up, not leaving her alone. Once more, his thighs encased her naked body, and she trembled and vibrated with passionate excitement.
"Oh, ah," he gasped. The sucking action had brought him pleasure he never knew possible before. At last, she slid her mouth off of his rod, and rested her head on his thigh. He raised one thigh and glanced at his mother's head down there.
"The view from here, baby, is just beautiful."
He loved her comment, enjoyed seeing her enjoying him. He wondered how many women could enjoy being down there on him. The fact that it was his mother, who got so turned on at his loins, didn't bother him too much.
"Did I taste good to you?" he asked bluntly.
"Oh, son, your sperm was delicious. I really love you, dear," she said.
Now she was stroking his inner thigh, reaching down to feel his smooth round behind, and suddenly her tongue was licking his inner thigh. He loved the quivery, slippery feel of her tongue lashing around his private area. Soon she made her next want manifest. She slipped a pillow under his buttocks, and her tongue started lashing around his smooth behind. It wasn't long before her fingers were tugging at intimate section of his anus, where the hole is. Next, her tongue shot up there, and she was eating his young, tight ass out.
"Oh, mom, suck ass, suck it! That's it, baby, oh yes, suck it! Suck my ass for me," he begged.
She knew she should have been revolted at the idea of doing such a thing with her son. Yet, in the state that she was in, it seemed like a beautiful, wonderful thing to do. Her tongue jabbed up there, and his body quivered and shivered. The fact that he got so turned on, turned her on. It was an interchange of bio-electricity.
"Oh, baby, beautiful," he panted, "I love it! I love it, yes, yes, do it!" And do it she did.
Faster and faster, the action went on as her hot tongue stabbed his tight asshole. Little had he ever realized that the ass contained such excitement, such thrills. Yet the tight elastic skin, responding to the stiff tongue stabbing hotly, brought super pleasure.
"Suck it, mom, suck my asshole!"
Reaching down he guided her head over his hot hole, and throwing his body up, he arched his back.
She was stimulated by the fact that her son was so uninhibited, so turned on with her tongue. At last, she took her tongue out of him and looked up at him.
"Mom, baby, let me kiss you," he asked her.
"Alright, baby, I want to kiss you so much."
She lay in his arms and he kissed her ever so gently. He let his tongue sweep her eyelids, lick the tip of her nose, and ever so softly, press on her sweet lips.
"Mom, you're beautiful!" he told her.
"Son, we need each other now more than ever before. With dad gone and your brother Frank gone, there's only you and me."
"Yes, mom, and we'll make out," he smiled. "Don't you worry."
She didn't say a word, her lust-driven eyes were looking in his. Her hot intense feelings were exploding within her, and she contemplated all kinds that they could do together. However, a fear on the horizon haunted her. What if another woman would want her handsome son, to teach him the ways of sex!
She downed such fears, refusing to face any reality that might surface. Worse than that, she thought of the young high school girl who might want to put out for him. This would be terrible, to compete with some young girl would be impossible. The girls were so wild these days, they would do anything in the back seat of a car at a drive-in. All of this frightened her, plus the fact that half of them had venereal disease. At least, by having sex at home, she could keep it clean for him. That was more than a lot of the girls at school could do. Sure, it may not be as wholesome, as picking up some fresh young chick and teaching her all the dirty things he knew, or her teaching him all the dirty things she knew, nevertheless, she figured she was giving love, cleanliness, as well as counsel, wisdom, and motherly advice.
"Mom," he said, "we can't go on like this."
The very fear, as if transferred by thought, had reached his mind. The fear of ending their fantastic relationship, now had become a reality. He was talking of stopping. This was what she couldn't stand. She loved him too much to ever quit.
"I know," she agreed, figuring it was the wisest thing to do until she had more time to think about strategy.
"I'm sorry, mom," he said guiltily.
"Sure, most men are sorry once they have their rocks off," she said acidly.
"Is that a nice thing to say?" he demanded.
"Well, it's the truth," she said flatly. "After men have gotten what they want, they act a hell of a lot different. I found that out all my life."