Chapter 8
Now that she had her son so stimulated, she knew that she could get him to bed once more.
"Alright, baby," she smiled, "let's adjourn to the bedroom."
The two of them went to the bedroom, and it didn't take long for both of them to strip.
"I'll jerk you off," she smiled, "if you want to learn how to jerk me."
"That should be fun, mom," he smiled, "I'll find out how you've been doing it."
When they had taken off all of their clothes, and were lying down naked beside each other, she reached over and gripped his huge tool, and began pumping it unmercifully.
"Take it easy, mom," he had to tell her, "after all, it's my prick you're pulling, not taffy."
"Sorry about that, son," she smiled, "I get carried away."
"You sure do, mom."
Reaching over, he slid his fingers in her slit and began feeling for her clitoris. The thing popped out and he saw it, red and horny. He began manipulating it.
"Oh, son, that feels delicious," she panted excitedly. "I so wish you'd suck on it, please, baby, please!"
"Well," he thought, "if it means so much to mom, I might as well."
He went down there and began sucking. As he sucked on her clitoris, she pulled on his prick. The double action of having his cock pulled by her, and sucking on her slit, was pleasurable to him.
"Oh, son, you don't know how much I enjoy that!" she smiled.
Back and forth she pulled on the prick. The action pleased him enormously, and he decided maybe sex with mom wasn't so bad after all. It was funny how his feelings would change. When he was hot and bothered he loved to do it with her. However, when he felt other emotions, guilt and the like, he hated her for doing it with him.
"Suck my cunt," she begged him, "suck it, son, suck it for mom!"
Her thighs embraced him as he licked away. It was rather awkward leaning over like this while she was pumping his meat, but awkward or not, it did feel good.
"Oh, darling," she panted, "you have no idea how good that feels."
"Pump it, mom, pump it," he said, taking his mouth off her clitoris a moment.
His cock was getting harder now, and he could see it was oozing.
"Oh, son, I don't want you to shoot off in my hand," she said, "we'd better sixty-nine so I can get it in my mouth."
"Alright, mom," he said.
Removing his mouth from her vagina, he angled his body around so her head was between her thighs, and he was back down between her legs.
As his tongue darted inside of her hot hole, he held her in position good. Now she was so turned on, she couldn't even put his prick in her mouth. She rolled her head back and forth on the pillow, just gasping, "Oh, baby, that's it! That's it! Yes, yes, suck it! Suck it!"
Faster and faster, her mouth moved as she imitated the motions he was making on her. Now it was almost too much and she was nearly juicing. This disgusted him, for he thought it was a sixty-nine even exchange. He wanted to feel her shooting when he was being sucked. It burned him up to think she wasn't more democratic about it.
"Hey, mom," he interrupted her cunt suck, "you're supposed to be sucking on my joint!"
"Sorry about that, son, I guess you've got me so excited I couldn't think of anything but your mouth on me."
"I'll have to get you less excited, mom," he said, "if you're going to take your mouth off my dick!"
"That won't be necessary, darling," she said, grasping the huge rod in her hand and returning to her sucking chores.
Soon his mother's mouth was slipping over his rod and he was thrusting it to her. It felt wonderful, to feel her hot mouth moving up and down his cock. In his mind it seemed as if he was being sucked in by velvet quicksand.
"Oh, mom, suck it, suck it, yes, yes, ohhh, ahhh, that's how I like it. Ohhh, yes, yes, suck, suck, suck!"
Now she was burned up. He had told her that he wanted a democratic suck, and here he was with his mouth off her clitoris and she was impaled on his prick.
She decided to tell him about it.
"Hey, son," she snapped, "get your mouth back on my cunt! You talked about democratic sex, well, it's not very democratic for you to be rolling back and forth while I'm sucking on your main stem."
"Alright, mom," he smiled, "got carried away, like you did!"
She gave him a dirty look, realizing he was just giving her a dose of her own sucking medicine. Soon both of them were going to town on each other's genitals.
She got the idea of something that would be fun. She knew how erotic the anal area was, and she played with his buttocks while she sucked his cock. She hoped he would have the decency to do the same thing for her. After all, if she could be so thoughtful as to add ass action to the cock-suck, he certainly ought to be able to finger her butt while he sucked her clitoris.
Sure enough, he was catching on, and his fingers were playing with her behind while she was monkeying with his. It was a delightful exchange, and she was thrilled that her son was learning a little more thoughtfulness for his mother. Now with his mouth moving up and down on her clitoris as if it was a cock, he was bringing her near that point. He loved the feel of the juicy walls of her vagina, he loved to think that that was where he came out of. It was an exciting, not a revolting thing, for him.
The action was going quicker now, while her mouth traveled up and down his cock. Going from the top of its velvety head down to its base, his mother wasn't stopping. One hand cupped his balls while the other was sliding around his behind. She thought it might be exciting indeed to stick her tongue up his asshole, and she slipped her mouth off his cock a moment. Letting her tongue glide around, slide around his behind, she managed to pry his buttocks apart so she could stick her tongue up there good. Doing the same for her, he thought, would only be fair play. Moving off her clitoris, he gently massaged her behind, licking behind his hands. Finally, pulling, prying her cheeks apart, he stabbed the tongue up the anus, he realized how exciting it could become.
"Oh, mom, suck my ass out! Suck my ass out, oh, yes, that's what I like. Stick that tongue up there and suck!"
She thrust that tongue up there, jabbing it like a small cock sliding, slick and smooth.
Oh, how he loved it now, his body shaking with emotion, his heart pounding. At the same time, she was proud of him for his ability to match her tongue jabbing action. Up her asshole his tongue shot, back and forth, and his fingers never missed a moment of playing with her clitoris. She wanted the action as complete as could be. It was, now that their inhibitions were gone, their love was surfacing once again.
"Oh, mom, get your mouth back on my prick!" he panted excitedly.
He was worried, of course, as to his juice flying in the air. He wanted his mother's mouth there.
"Yes, son, yes, I'll suck it now! And you get your mouth back in my clit!"
Now was the pivotal moment. That moment of climax, that moment that they had licked and sucked and clawed and scratched to reach.
Suddenly her mouth moved down over the head of his joint. She didn't let it travel to the base, she wanted to focus on the head so she could suck and get a gobful in her mouth.
At the same time her son was pressing his lips against her vagina lips gently, letting his tongue lash inside. Licking the juicy walls of her vagina first, he moved at last to the clitoris. Moving down in it, he built up his suction, for she was ready to gush. Faster and faster their mouths worked on each other. She swept over the velvety crown of her cock, slowly inserting the tip of her tongue in the slit. At this point, she was ready to get him there. She held the balls in her hands, knowing that they were the precious things that were giving her the juice. How she loved them, how she adored his staff, and how she enjoyed his delicious hot sperm. Thick, creamy, not like an old man's disgusting juice, thin, tasteless, putrid. No, this was a young, virile prick. Creamy and thick, delicious to her tongue, she loved it. What did it matter if it was her own son? She was after head, she wanted juice. She wanted it to spurt down her throat like a flashflood, and then she would grasp his buttocks, massaging them, kneading them, loving them, as she got his life juice.
At last he was there, his cock was spurting, and he could stand it no longer. Pulling his mouth off her clit, he gasped, "Oh, mom, suck it, yes, suck that prick, get the juice, go after the juice, mom! Suck my meat! Ohhhhh, yes, suck, suck, suck, ohhhh, ohhh, that's it, that's it, ohhhh!"
The hot juice flashed down her throat like a flashflood, and she loved it, licking, loving, pulling the balls together, squeezing them gently, as she sucked his cock off. Now it was time for him to return to his mother's twat. Industriously he licked, at once going down on her clit. It took her an instant to gush, and her son sucked. Faster and faster his tongue twirled around her slit, enjoying the delicious juice there. It was a sixty-nine he would never forget.
Finally, she slid her mouth off his huge prick and glanced down at him proudly and smiled, "Oh, son, I love your cock so much."
At least she was telling the truth. She wasn't giving him a phony pitch about loving him for being her son. She put it on the line. Mom loved his cock and she said so. She was hooked on prick juice, and he had a good load to shoot her.
"Hey, mom, you're a good cock-sucker," he said.
"And, son, you're a good pussy-eater, too!"
They laughed, they joked, until finally he pulled away from her passionate pussy and moved up toward her mouth to kiss her lovingly. As his lips pressed against her lips, she brushed her breasts against his chest, her hands sweeping down to grip his behind.
"Oh, son, I love you so," she said.
Faster and faster their tongues flashed inside each other's mouths. Their tongues were being used like pricks. The action was almost bringing them there again. As his still hard cock pressed against her still excited pussy, their hands clasped each other's buttocks, and they pushed. Pressing and pushing and sweating and straining and groaning, mother and son locked in love.
"Son, you must be hungry," she smiled, "I'll go downstairs and fix you something to eat."
She got off the bed and went downstairs, and fixed something for him to eat. Once they were in the kitchen, she pulled out a couple of steaks and put them on the grill. He was delighted that she had such big thick steaks for them to eat. Now they ate their steaks, and soon they were laughing and joking again.
"You know something," she smiled, "you look sexy when you're eating that steak."
"Do I, mom?" he smiled.
"Yes, son, you do, the way you bring your jaws down on that meat, it certainly is sexy to me."
"Oh, mom," he smiled, "I really turn you on with anything I do."
Reaching across the table, he brushed his hand against her breasts and smiled at her lovingly.
"Well, baby, you're such a sweet son," she said, "I guess I can't help adoring you."
Now came the big question. Could she ever release him for another woman to love?
"Mom," he asked, "would it get you disgusted if I had another woman to love?"
"What are you talking about?" she demanded.
"I'm talking about finding a female that would love me."
They looked at each other, and again she was tense and nervous. This was the thing that always distressed her.
"Well," she smiled, "that is up to you, darling."
"Mom," he said, "I don't want to hurt you. But I really need to have another woman to ball with now and then."
"Maybe I could find you one," she said, "a woman is better at finding a sex partner for a man."
He knew the reason she had said this. She wanted to dominate his life totally. She would allow him another female if she selected the female, and all of the situations under which he would have sex with her.
"Alright, mom," he said, "do what you can for me. Of course, I know it won't be easy. I suppose it will be a little difficult to tell another woman, 'I would like to have you fuck my son.' "
"No, not at all," she said nervously now. "After all, we're living in an enlightened era. Anything goes sexually. So I'm sure I can find some older woman like myself, who's still remarkably beautiful, and able to give a lot of sexual pleasure."
"You're a riot, mom," he smiled. "Well, I suppose you will do your damndest."
They looked at each other tenderly, and then kissed. Going back up to the bedroom, he still had his problem with him.
"Won't that thing ever go down?" she demanded, smiling.
"No," he said, "it's just staying up. I guess all that food got me fueled up again, and looking at you always gives me a hard-on."
"Oh, you flatter me, son," she smiled. "Your father used to say things like that."
"Dad did, huh?"
"Yes, son, he did. As a matter-of-fact, the old man was quite a horny bastard most of the time."
"Was he really?"
"Oh yes, he used to attend all of the neighborhood orgies. There was nothing he liked better on a Saturday night than to crawl around on the floor, licking other people's asses, and sucking pussy."
"He sounds like a wonderful father," her son smiled.
"Yes, baby, he really was. Of course, he got a little wild and wicked at times. I didn't care for the time that he had me suck Flora's cunt."
"He had you suck some dame named Flora?"
"Yes, he did. And it was so dirty and disgusting. It was an exhibition, at a little orgy he was having. You can't imagine how horrifying it was for me, to have to be watched by about fifty people doing Flora."
"Did you enjoy her?"
"Well, I'll admit she did have a good set of tits on her," his mother smiled, "and that really was how I began turning on with women, too."
"There's one thing I can say about you, mom," he smiled. "You have never been at a loss for lovers."
"No, that's true," she smiled, "and when I went to work as a waitress, I was amazed at the number of waitresses with lesbian tendencies."
"Did you take advantage of them?"
"Me take advantage of them?" she snapped, "Honey, I had just had sex with one woman, and they took advantage of me. Of course, I couldn't refuse them. Half the time they paid me."
"Mom, you've sure got a purple past," her son smiled.
"And son, you've sure got a purple prick."
"Well, mom, I'll bet you're a purple people eater," he laughed. "Let's go in there and have some fun!"
"What kind of fun, darling?"
"The ass trip," he suggested. "Let's go back, mom. That would be great."
They went back to the bedroom, and she got upon the bed and thrust her legs up. As he looked at his mother, he got more and more turned on. The juicy large breasts were exciting him. Also, he wanted her to throw her legs over his shoulders so he could stab her pussy with his prick.
"Son, I'm not going to let you do it up my pussy," she said. "That would get monotonous. How about my asshole?"
"Alright, mom," he said, "but I don't like you calling the fucks."
"Sorry about that, son," she said, "but you've so little invention. I think you need a course in sex relations."
"What kind of college would teach a course in motherfucking?" he demanded.
"Well, son, you never know. They're giving lessons in homosexuality and lesbianism. What would be wrong with incest?"
"Where are they giving such lessons?" he demanded.
"The Underground Sex colleges," she said. "You can read all about them in the underground newspapers!"
"I didn't know they had gone that far underground," he said.
"Honey, they're living at last. The Paris sewers will have nothing on us," she laughed at herself.
"Mom, you're mocking us!" he said.
"Sorry about that, son," she smiled, "but now and then I see the funny side of sex, even my own warped sex life."
"So you admit fucking me is warped."
"Well, isn't it, baby?" she asked.
"I guess so," he said, "but baby, raise your ass up there, put a couple of pillows under it, and
I'll plow in there."
He went to the bathroom to get the vaseline. Coming back he had his cock in one hand and was rubbing vaseline on it with the other.
"Honey, you look so beautiful as you stand there greasing your dick, getting ready to fuck your mother's asshole."
"Okay, mom, get ready!"
He got in the bed, gripping his tool in one hand, and parting her asshole with the other. Then he slid.
"Fuck!" she demanded.
"Oh, mom, that's beautiful, yes, yes, fuck it! Fuck it! That's it, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He was driving it up her now, and she was enjoying it. All of her anus muscles went to work. She had learned long ago how to give the ass trip, and she enjoyed getting it.
"Son, play with momma's breasts."
Reaching out, Albert enjoyed his mother's tits. He loved to feel of the nipples and then release them. Using his full hands, he would plow into them like he was kneading bread.
"Look in my eyes, son," she smiled, "can you see how much you're exciting me?"
"Mom, you look mad," he said, drilling her ass.
"Son, is that a thing to tell your mother?" she said, looking at him with tears moistening her eyes.
"Fuck it! Fuck it, damn it! Quit asking me to look in your eyes and wiggle your butt."
"Alright, son," she said, "how's this?"
She got her ass going at a good tempo, grinding it around his ever-thrusting prick. Now, gripping it tightly and swinging her hips in a revolving motion, she was giving a never-ending fuck which he would never forget.
"Oh, mom, you're fantastic!" he panted, pushing his meat into her harder.
"Fuck it, baby, come on, fuck it, yes, son, fuck! Fuck!"
The motion was bringing him closer, and he thoroughly enjoyed the action he was getting there.
"Fuck it! Fuck it! Yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Now he was flipping out, enjoying it immensely.
His huge balls were bouncing on her behind as he thrust it into her.
"Fuck my asshole," his mother begged. "Oh, son, thrust it in there!"
"Yes, mom, take this! And this! Eight and a half inches, how's that, mom?"
"I want it all, son," she demanded. She was getting it all, too, up the asshole.
"Fuck, fuck, yes, yes, fuck it! Fuck it!"
Faster and faster the wild fucking continued. They were thoroughly enjoying the action now. There was no reason for them to stop as their jet-propelled bodies kept straining, kept screwing.
"Oh, son, put your fingers back on my nipples. Play with the titties."
He rammed it in there, his hands gripping the breasts, playing with her as he was flipping out.
"Fuck it, fuck it, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, ohhhh, ahhh, that's it, ohhh, yes, mom, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Never before had he enjoyed anything like it. The fuck that she was giving him was all that he could ask for, and then some. His mother was proud of herself, proud that she could deliver.
"Oh, baby, you're beautiful," she panted, "you're better than your father was. Fuck it, son, fuck it!"
He didn't care what words anyone could apply to him now. He was traveling to orgasm town, and he wanted to get his rocks off in his mom. No tag-line, no dirty names, no nothing, not even mother-fucker shrieked from the housetop could stop him now. He was enjoying her asshole, and he was going to get his rocks off.
"Oh, mom, that's it, grind your ass, faster, faster!"
Her body was sweating as she slapped into him, thrusting up, pitching herself into him.
"Fuck, fuck, oh, yes, yes, fuck!"
Suddenly the sperm spurted, and he was juicing. As the hot juice erupted from his prick, and his mother felt it shooting inside of her, she came too.
"Right on, son!" she panted. She was proud of him, delighted with herself, thrilled that they could achieve such a shattering climax. Whoever had given a mother a better fuck than her son, Albert, she thought to herself. Proud of him, she pressed in his buttocks, massaging them, playing with them.
"Oh, baby, I love you," she smiled. "Yes, lover, fuck, fuck, ohhh, ahhh, that's it, yes! Yes!"
The beautiful fuck that they had enjoyed together had finished. As he withdrew his meat, his mother insisted on a kiss.
"If you want to kiss, kiss my cock!" he demanded.
"Alright, son, anything!"
This even surprised Albert. He didn't think his mother would lick his dick now. How wrong he was! Straddling her face, he lowered his balls. As she got sight of his balls she insisted. "Let me suck the nuts first, son."
"Alright, mom, if you want to."
Dangling his balls in her face, she opened her mouth, greedily taking them in.
"Oh, mom, that's juicy!"
"Son," she smiled, "why don't you kiss me?"
"Lick my dick first," he said.
"Alright," she said, "give it to me!"
He was delighted to thrust his cock in her open mouth. She sucked it for a moment or two, and then he pulled out, moving down and kissed her tenderly, affectionately.
"You're such an affectionate mom," he smiled, "I love you, you're adorable."
"And don't think I don't love you, son," she said, reaching down to pat his behind.
"Mom," he smiled, "now you get me that other woman. Keep your word. I gave you a real fabulous fuck tonight, and if you get me that other woman, I'll promise you, you'll get all the head you need."
"That's a big promise," she said, "considering my sexual needs, son."
"Well," he smiled, "I've got a big cock to keep my promise with, and balls that juice quicker than you can say 'suck off!"
"You're real cute, son," she said, "I remember when you were a little baby. You weren't any bother at all. But you did like to bite my nipples."
"Maybe I was getting a kick out of them then. Did you notice if I had a hard on?"
"No, I never did," she admitted. "You see, son, I didn't know children had sexual feeling then. Since then, I've read a lot about it. And they've said babies who bite nipples could be getting a sex charge."
"Where did you read that?"
"The underground press, where else, lover?"
"Do you think you should advertise for another woman in the underground press?"
"That might not be a bad idea," she said. "I have read a lot of people who placed ads there. There was a gal named Tillie who had a dog, and she was recommending dog-swapping."
"Dog-swapping?"
"Yes, she said, 'Have German Shepherd, would like to have a Great Dane. Will exchange one night with my German Shepherd for one night with your Great Dane. Dog is trained.' "
"Oh no," he said, "you mean they're swapping dogs now?"
"According to the underground press."
"Well, I suppose you can advertise 'Mother who fucks with son would like older woman to share son. Son is afraid of being called mother-fucker.' "
"Oh son, I wish you wouldn't use those foul words."
"Well, it's the truth, isn't it, mom?"
"That has nothing to do with it, son," she said, "you and I are beyond dirty words like that. After all, let's look at it like man and woman. I'm a woman, you're a man. I have a nice pussy for you, and you have a good pistol for me. That's all that matters in sexual relations. It's perfectly normal if it's a man and a woman. That's the way that I look at it, and that's the way most of the sex books do."
"Yes, mom, but you're overlooking one thing," he said. "They assume when they say man and woman that it's not a brother or a sister or a son and a mother."
"Well, I just take it the way they say it, I don't think they should qualify everything."
"Apparently not."
They lay there for a long moment, looking at each other, and finally he said, "Well, I'd better go back to bed now. My balls are exhausted and I need some sleep."
"Alright, dear," she said, "what would you like for breakfast? I could fix you some blueberry pancakes."
"Alright, mom," he said, "that'd be real good."
"Now give mommy a goodnight kiss," she insisted.
Getting off the bed, he went over to her as he had when he was a small boy and his father was nowhere in sight. He kissed her and reached down and felt her tits.
"Remember when you used to do that whey you were a little boy?" she said. "I had to stop you, you were so precocious."
"Mom, I was a horny little kid," he said. "You know it, maybe I was wired wrong at the factory."
"How can you say such a thing? You know that your mother's perfectly all right upstairs."
"Do I?" he sneered.
"Why, yes, son," she said, "you wouldn't suggest anything was wrong with me, would you."
"Never in a million years, mom."