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A Valentine's Day Tryst - Different Sex Story - Chapter 343 by CopyKatto full book limited free

337 A Family Christmas

Schaka

Like thousands of college students Tom was home for the holidays. Unlike most students, his mother had a very special present for him!

This is an entry for the Literotica Winter Holiday Story Contest. Please vote

This story contains oral, anal and vaginal sex between a mother and her son. If ANY of this offends you, move on. This tale is not for you.

As I fumbled for my keys, the cold December wind cut through my woolen pea coat and jeans chilling me. Huddling against the cold, I waved at my buddy as he drove off. When I finally opened the kitchen door, my parents were sitting at the table.

My father's eyes lit up when he saw me. "Merry Christmas, son!" Dad bolted from his chair, strode to where I stood and gave me a big bear hug. "it is good to see you."

"Merry Christmas," I exclaimed, returning his hug. "It's good to be home!"

My mother sat with her back to us, her head down, staring into her coffee cup. I raised an eyebrow and nodded my head toward her.

"She is doing a lot better since the stroke," dad said quietly. "She has regained most of her motor control. However, she DOES have these moments where she drifts off. That and her lack of impulse control seem to be the only longer term effects."

"I should have come home! I could have taken my midterms some other time."

Dad placed his strong hand on my shoulder. "No, you did the right thing. It was a mild stroke. Besides, this is your last year in business college. Your mother and I are looking forward to you taking over and letting us spend some quality time."

I dropped my backpack on the floor, walked up behind mom and grasped her shoulders. I was startled to see her once black hair was liberally streaked with grey. Her hair had grown from her normal pixie cut to just below shoulder length. It was loosely plaited in a long braid that hung over her shoulder just covering her breast.

It was obvious her illness had aged her. She raised her head, turned and looked at me blankly. She blinked and the light of recognition lit up her eyes.

"Tommy," she exclaimed.

She jumped to her feet, ran to me and pressed her rotund body into mine. I stumbled backwards, the kitchen sink saving me from a nasty fall. My arms flew out in a vain attempt to slow mom's charge. They ended up wrapped around her full hips, my hands resting on her behind.

Disturbingly, mom began grinding her crotch against me causing the belt on her robe to come loose. It fell open as she embraced me. She stunned me when she took my face in both her hands and gave me a long tongue filled kiss, her hips rotating against me.

I broke her vice like grip, grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back to arms' length. "Dad! What the fuck just happened?"

Sheepishly, dad grasped mom's waist and gently pulled her away. "Kitty, why don't you go get dressed."

Mom stepped back, neither she or dad tried to close her robe. She was never a small woman. Now, at 50, her large breasts were easily 40DD or so. Her hips probably matched her chest. Her belly pooch was made up of soft rolls of fat. A forest of grey streaked black pubic hair covered her lower abdomen and private parts. Her thick pouty vaginal lips gleamed wetly.

I watched mom turn and move slowly up the stairs, leaning heavily on the bannister.

"I should have better prepared you for this. I have a few minutes before the limousine picks me up. Let me explain."

The lines on dad's face seemed deeper than when I last saw him at Thanksgiving. His shoulders were rounded and his stance was slightly stooped. It was obvious mom's illness took a toll on him also. He stared at the floor a moment, cleared his throat, raised his head and began explaining.

"First, let me apologize for running off like this. However, I missed so much time while your mother was in rehab, it is imperative that I visit customers and shore up the business."

My parents were the founders of a highly successful IT business. They started the business right out of college. Using mom's dynamism and dad's vision, they built it into a Fortune 500 company. They both were clear eyed, hardnosed business people. Mom ran the shop with an iron hand while dad managed the sales force. The plan was for me to take over the reins after graduation. My parents planned a retirement of long delayed travel. Then mom had her stroke.

"Dad, please! I understand! I know you don't want to travel this close to Christmas. I get it! But what's up with mom? She damn near raped me!"

"Your mother is experiencing what the doctors call Cognitive Decline. Stripped of all the two dollar words it means she is experiencing a decline in basic mental functions such as memory and judgment with changes in behavior and personality."

"Bottom line, she tends to be more spontaneous and has issues with short term memory. The memory issues cause her some confusion. The part of her brain that controls behavior has not, and may not, recover from the stroke. What just happened is part of that spontaneity."

"Is she like this all of the time or are there triggers that cause her... odd...behavior?"

"The doctors say certain stimuli, liking seeing you after she had not seen you since Thanksgiving, will cause her to go off the rails. Also she experiences a kind of déjà vu where she acts out past memories. What just happened was that she overreacted emotionally and physically to seeing you. The behavioral filters that should control her behavior work, at best, intermittently. Alcohol is also a trigger. She has meds that help. However, time is the real healer. "

"What do I need to do while you are gone?"

"Keep an eye on her. In some ways, she is like an immature child. She does and says things without the filters that an adult has. Also, keep her calm. She tends to go off the rails when she gets excited, throwing tantrums and such."

"Her medication with dosing instructions are on the nightstand. Tom, usually I have a nurse/companion with her. She took a few days off to shop for the holidays. However, I'll be home in three days."

The chimes of the front doorbell announced the arrival of the limousine. Dad grabbed his wheeled bag and his briefcase. "Look son! I know this will be difficult for you..."

"Dad stop! I love her as much as you do! I'll take care of her!"

We bear hugged and he left.

I took off my coat and hung it on the back of the kitchen chair. I needed a drink. Dad's explanation of my mother's illness was as disturbing as her demeanor. She was never a demonstrative. I knew she and dad loved me. However, the business was there life.

I walked down to the media room to the bar. The long drive from school coupled with the shock of seeing my mother's condition left me tense. A stiff shot of my favorite Irish whiskey would bolster me. When I picked up the bottle, I saw a small tube of Astroglide hidden behind the bottle.

I grinned as I poured three fingers of Irish whiskey and gulped it down. I shuddered and grimaced as the potent liquor warmed my insides.

The Astroglide confirmed something I suspected. During summer break, while working in the family business, I noticed my parents seemed to be standoffish. They were overly polite with each other.

I also noticed I did not hear the faint sounds of lovemaking I grew up hearing. Mom's yip and moans were absent when I came home for Thanksgiving. I suspected a decline in their sex life.

I knew dad had high blood pressure and took medication to control it. Bits and pieces of overheard conversation suggested it caused some sexual frustration for both. The lubricant suggested they were working through it.

I poured another three fingers and gulped it down. The alcohol helped knocked down the chill and calm me. The warm glow of a nice buzz settled over me. I needed a shower and a nap. I decided to check on mom before I did anything else.

Our home is a trilevel. The kitchen, living room and dining room are on the second level. Downstairs is the media room with the patio just outside. Upstairs are the bedrooms.

I climbed the stairs passing first my room and the hall bathroom. Beyond that was the converted bedroom that was my parents' home office. At the end of the hall was my parents' bedroom. Their door was partially open. I tapped lightly on the door.

"Mom, are you decent?"

"Yes, darling! Come in!"

My eyes bucked as I opened the door. Mom lay naked on their California king size bed propped up by pillows behind her back. Her feet with their bright red nail polish were flat on the bed. Her legs were pulled up and her knees spread. Her large breasts filled her chest.

The fingers of one hand tugged at her nipple. The index finger of the other hand was just inside the folds of her pussy, sliding slowly up and down. A faint gleam of wetness covered her butterfly vaginal lips.

"Whoops! Sorry mom!" Embarrassed and, yes, a little aroused, I turned to leave.

Most boys fantasize about their mother's. I was no different. Seeing her naked brought back memories of glimpses of her in various stages of undress.

"Wait Tommy!" Mom pulled her finger from her pussy. She held it up and seemed to inspect it. Then she popped it in her mouth and sucked it clean.

My eyes widened and my cock grew rigid. It seemed mom's spontaneity had a strong sexual element. First there was the French kiss in the kitchen. Now she was playing with her pussy with little regard for my presence. It was going to be a difficult time until dad returned.

"John said you were going to take care of me while he is away," she said in an uncharacteristic low seductive voice.

I swallowed hard. Dad had not warned me about this. He said she was more spontaneous. She seemed more...wanton, more sexual. It was a side of her I had not seen.

"Yes, mom, your nurse is off a few days."

She sat up in bed and crossed her legs Indian style. The butterfly lips of her vagina gaped open, wet and swollen. I thought I could see a bead of moisture at the lower crease of her vagina. I swallowed hard.

"I haven't shaved pussy since I got sick. John was going to do it, but he got busy preparing for his business trip. You're going to have to do it."

"What? Mom, I can't..."

She pouted. The color began to rise in her face. I recalled my father's admonition to keep her calm.

"Uh...ah...just a moment, mom! I'll be right back."

I needed to talk to my father. My cell phone was in the kitchen in my jacket. I sprinted down the stairs, grabbed my jacket and fumbled in the pocket for my phone. I speed dialed dad's phone. The first time it went to voicemail. Impatiently, I waited a moment then hit redial.

"Hello, Tom. Is something wrong? I can't talk long. I'm in the security line."

"Dad! Look! Mom is acting...odd. Let me tell you what she just..."

"Tom, I have to turn off my phone for security. I'll try to call you before I board but I'm running late. Whatever it is, if it's not harmful, indulge her! I trust you to make the right decision! Got to go!" He clicked off.

As I stared at my phone, mom walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Come on, Tommy! John said you were going to take care of me."

I sat my phone on the table, pulled mom's arms loose, and turned to face her. She was still nude. Her blue veined breasts were pendulous. Her nipples, about a third of the way up the bottom curve of her breasts, were thumb sized and hard. Given their size they were not that bad. Their mature sag had not turned into torpedoes with the nipples pointed at the floor.

Though rotund at 5' 4" and maybe 50 pounds heavier than she was in my teenage years, she was still my mother, the object of many teenage fantasies. At 200 pounds, there was just more of her.

"Mom, there are somethings I just can't do. Dad will be home in a few days."

I watched in stunned amazement as mom's meaty oval face screwed into a pout. Tears began to run down her cheeks. Her face turned bright red. She clenched her fists and began pumping her arms and jumping up and down, her big breasts bouncing disturbingly.

"John promised me. He promised me you would take care of me. You don't love me." My 50 year old mother, the hardnosed flint eyed businesswoman, was throwing a tantrum.

As I watched the angry red color move up her neck and face, I recalled dad's admonition to keep her calm. I grabbed her shoulders.

"Okay! Okay mom! Just let me call dad, okay?"

I picked up my phone and hit dad's speed dial. He picked up on the second ring.

"Yeah Tom! I'm boarding and I can't talk long."

"Dad," I blurted, "mom wants me to shave her...down there!"

There was a moment of silence.

"Shit! I forgot I promised I would shave her. She likes her...uh...private parts clean shaven. She usually does it herself. However, she still has some motor control issues."

Dad paused. I could hear the announcement to turn off all electronic devices. His voice was strained when he finally spoke. "Look, son," he choked out, "You're going to have to do it. Sometimes, she will throw a tantrum when she doesn't get what she wants. That raises her blood pressure and that's not good. It could trigger another stroke. I can't talk now. Just...just don't let her come to harm."

"Dad! I can't! She's my mother!"

"Look son!" Dad's voice was strained. It quavered as he spoke. "All we have is the three of us. Your mother and I have had 25 good years together. In those years, we built the business and raised a responsible loving son. I want as many more years with her as I can."

Dad paused. I heard the flight attendant ask him to turn off his phone.

"I don't have much time," he said. "For me...for your mother and to keep our family whole...you have to shave her pussy!"

"Dad, I can't..."

"You have to, son," he croaked, his voice cracking.

My phone went dead. I turned to my mother. My eyes took in her body. Here was my mother, the object of my teenage lust, begging me to shave her pussy. My father practically ordered me to do it.

"Come on, mom! Let's go shave you."

She jumped up and down, clapping her hands. "Goody! Come on!" She turned and skipped up the stairs, her large ass jiggling. I was embarrassed that I had a chubby as I watched her climb the stairs. Mentally I tried to separate what I had to do from what I wanted to do. I always wanted to fuck my mother.

In a psyche class, the professor opined that in addition to the natural lust to possess sexually the first and most important female in a young man's life, there was a primitive element. Even in modern times, there was a natural competition between father and son for a wife and mother's affection.

She went on to say that in our primeval history, families were tribal. A youth entering puberty announced his entrance into manhood by challenging the old chief for control of the tribe. If the youth succeeded in his challenge, having sex with his mother, the chief's wife, established his control. The new chief solidified his control by fathering children with her. She went on to say that societal taboos on incest where an instinctive attempt to stop that primitive rite of passage.

That lecture was on my mind as I gathered the things in their en suite bathroom I would need to shave my mother's pussy. I shook my head to clear it. I still had a nice buzz.

When I walked back into the master bedroom mom lay on the bed playing with her pussy again. She inserted first one then two fingers in her vagina and pumped a few times. Then she would take them out and suck them clean. All the time she held my eyes with an unmotherly sultry look. My cock was painfully hard as I watched her lascivious display.

"Your father used to love watching me finger fuck my pussy," she simpered.

"Mom, this is going to be difficult for both of us. Let's just get it over with."

"It's not going to be difficult for me. I'm going to enjoy having my son shave me."

Mom smiled, then ran her tongue over her lips. Her illness was causing her to come on to me. I thought of their overly polite behavior and the lube behind the bar. My parents were having problems in their marriage, sexual problems. Mom's stroke was causing her to act out her sexual frustrations.

I cleared my throat. "Okay mom! I need to put this towel under you to catch the hair."

Smiling benignly, she spread her legs, grabbed each thigh with a hand and pulled her legs high above her head, lifting her ass off the bed. It was surprising to see a woman of her size be so flexible. I shook my head to clear the image of me lying between those big thighs with my cock plunging into that wet hole.

"Like this, Tommy?"

"Yes, mom," I moaned, "like that!"

Struggling to overcome my arousal, I knelt on the end of the bed. As I took the towel and tucked one end under my mom's butt, I stared at her wet succulent pussy.

"Since the stroke, I'm always wet and horny. Your father gets angry with me because I always want him to fuck me. You won't get angry with me, will you?"

I tore my eyes away from staring at my mom's wet hole. I looked up into her smiling face.

"No mom! I'm not going to get angry with you." Realizing I left an open question, I quickly added, "and no, we are NOT going to have sex!"

"You know, I always wanted to fuck you."

"WHAT? Mom! Please! You have to stop talking like this."

"But I did, Tommy!"

As I rocked back on my heels, my cheek brushed the warm moistness of her thigh. The room swam dizzyingly. I drank on an empty stomach and the alcohol was going to my head. My dick pulsed painfully in my too tight jeans. As I dropped to all fours between mom's thighs to recover, my resolve wavered.

My mom just confessed a repressed sexual desire for me. I suspected it was the after effects of her illness. Still it played into the fantasies of my teenage years.

I was incredibly aroused at the thought of the intimate thing I was about to do, the thing she obviously wanted me to do. She wanted more. I had to be the adult. I was horrified at my lust. However, I could not take advantage of my mother. I pushed doing the unthinkable to the back of my mind.

"Are my legs far enough apart, Tommy," she asked, her meaty face framed by her thighs. A clearish liquid leaked from the bottom of her slit and ran down her peritoneum to her anus.

Kneeling between her thighs recovering from my dizzy spell, I could see the dark coral lips of my mother's pussy framed by her moist pubic hair. They gaped open, revealing her pink inner lips. They were wet, glistening, pulsing slightly.

"Yes mom," I croaked. My rigid cock was trapped painfully in my jeans.

It was a surreal moment. I recalled as a kid trying to sneak peeks at her as she entered or left the bathroom. I remembered bursting into their room unannounced, hoping to catch her naked. The few times I caught her nude, she merely smiled at me, cautioning me that I should always knock first. Now she lay naked in front of me, fingering her pussy. I felt my cock jump and knew I had to calm down before I came in my pants. I took a deep breath.

"Okay mom! First I have to trim your hair."

"Alright Tommy! When we finish, can we decorate the tree? Oh! And some egg nog while we do it?"

I had forgotten about that. We usually decorated the tree in the week before Christmas. Egg nog, liberally spiked with brandy for them, was part of that tradition. I usually left them downstairs drinking and went to my room to play video games.

Once, I must have been in my late teens, I could not sleep and went back downstairs for a glass of water. As I drained the glass, I heard the unmistakable sounds of sex. As I crept downstairs I heard moans. When I squatted on the steps, peering into the media room lit only by the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree, I saw my parents fucking.

Dad's back was to me. Mom's legs were wrapped around his back as he pumped rhythmically in and out of mom. From my vantage point, I could see his cock sliding in and out of her leaking hole. A white froth covered mom's hips. I could hear the squishy wet sounds. My hand found my cock youthful cock and stroked as I watched them.

I'm not sure how long I watched. My voyeurism ended when mom looked over dad's shoulder and saw me. Her eyes widened in surprise. Instead of screaming her outrage, she raised a hand behind dad's back and waved me away.

A few days later, she came to my room. I was apprehensive as she closed the door and set on the edge of my bed.

"We need to talk."

Her mid thigh silk robe was tightly nodded around her waist. Even so, it could not hide her substantial cleavage. She pulled on leg, bent at the knee onto my bed with the other on the floor.

"Uh...I...I'm sorry about the other night. I was thirsty and..."

"And couldn't resist watching your parents have sex!"

"Mmmm. I...!"

"Curiosity about sex is normal. And watching is, while not necessarily normal, is an outgrowth of your sexual curiosity. However, your father and I are not porn stars. You need to respect our privacy."

I experienced and erection. It was in part because of our conversation and because I could see mom's bare thighs up to the shadowy area just under her robe. Mom glanced from my tool tenting my sweatpants to her thighs and back again. She did not change her position or adjust her robe.

"Your father would have been VERY upset if he knew you saw us." She held up one hand as I opened my mouth. "I'm not going to tell him. Just be more careful."

The import of the conversation played back in my mind then and over the years. She had not said not to do it. Just be more careful!

I saw the blue spruce sitting on the patio when I got home. With dad gone, it fell to me and mom to decorate the tree.

As I ogled mom now, I recalled that conversation. "Sure mom! Just like always."

My hand trembled as I pull the comb through my mother's tangled pussy hair. Her wetness increased as I did. When I finished combing, her pubic hair was damp with her wetness. The wetness caused the streaks of grey to sparkle amidst her silken black thatch.

"We are going to shave it bare this time, right?" Mom spoke with a childlike exuberance. I realized I was getting a peek into my parent's sex life. This was something they shared. I wondered what else happened in their private moments.

"Right mom! Right!" My throat was parched. I swallowed hard.

The first trim with the scissors was not so bad. That is if you accept the fact that I had to rest the edge of my hand on her hood as I trimmed her Mons. An unmistakable wetness covered the palm of my hand. A familiar arousing aroma wafted up as I used my hand to push my mom's pussy lips first to one side then the other as I trimmed the hair in the crease between her pussy lips and her thigh.

My cock, trapped in my jeans, ached. Several times I stopped to adjust it. Finally, realizing false modesty was out of place, I stopped and pulled off my jeans. I sighed with relief. I was stunned to see mom openly eye my package. She licked her lips and smiled at me.

"Do you want me to suck it now, Tommy?"

I noticed she kept calling me Tommy. She had not called me Tommy since I was in my late teens. Not since in a moment of pubescent ire, I refused to answer to what I thought was a childish name. I wanted to be Tom, the grown up. My parents indulged me. From that time on, I was Tom. Calling me Tommy suggested, in some ways, she had regressed.

"No, mom! You don't have to suck it!"

"I have always wanted to, you know."

"Wait! What? I'm sorry, mom! What did you just say?"

"I always wanted to suck your cock. I used to stand in your bedroom door at night while you slept watching it tent the sheets. I would touch myself and wonder how it would feel in my mouth."

It was a stunning revelation. While I lusted after mom, she lusted after me. My cock pulsed, squirting precum into my shorts.

"Okay mom," I croaked, "we need to get this done so we can decorate the tree."

"Stop pumping your hips, mom," I moaned, "I don't want to cut you."

"I'll try, Tommy," she whispered, "but it feels so good. Your father used to shave me. He always kissed my pussy after he finished." She pouted a little. "But as we got older, he lost interest. I had to do it myself."

"TMI, mom, TMI!"

"I understand! But if you want to kiss it, I wouldn't mind!"

I tried to hold one lip delicately between my thumb and forefinger but mom's pussy was so wet it kept slipping. I had to repeatedly dry my fingers on a towel.

I gently pushed her ass cheeks apart. There were a few scraggly hairs on the lower part of mom's pussy near her anus. I leaned in close, carefully trimming them. Her swollen labia lay open, revealing the pinkish interior. They gleamed wetly. A whitish fluid oozed continuously from the lower edge of her pussy. The musky pungent aroma of mom's arousal overwhelmed my nostrils.

"Do you remember that time you watched me and your father fuck by the Christmas tree," mom asked, her voice low and throaty.

"Yes mom! I remember!"

"I knew you were there. I wanted you to watch."

"Mom! Please!"

"Even then I wanted your cock. Back then, I was ashamed for having such thoughts. Watching you masturbate on the stairs, I pretended it was your cock in me instead of your father's."

"Mom you must stop talking like that!"

Mom's hips pumped slowly as I trimmed the last straggly hair.

"Tommy?"

"Yes mom."

"I'm not ashamed anymore!"

"I need to warm a towel," I croaked as I stood.

I realized I was seeing the effects of Cognitive Decline. Mom's societal strictures were gone. Her most secret thoughts, the ones someone once said would shame hell, were coming out. My mother always wanted to fuck me!

My cock popped through the slit of my shorts. As I struggled to stuff it back, mom watched. Her eyes were large, luminous. I could hear the soft whistle of her breathing through her open mouth.

I ran hot water over the towel to warm it. The temptation jack off was overpowering. I knew I would later. I would not need a fantasy image. I would have the clear recent image of my mother's pussy.

Returning to the bedroom, my hands trembled as I placed the warm towel over mom's pussy and molded it around it. I rocked back on my heels. I was drenched in sweat. It poured from my face, chest, arms and thighs. There was an incredible ache in my rigid member. I could hear the blood roaring in my ears as began its journey down to my cock and back again. I needed to come! I needed to come badly and urgently.

I removed the towel and lightly ran my hand over mom's stubble. It was soft and pliant. I squirted shaving foam on my hand and gently applied the foam starting just below mom's belly button. My hands became slippery with mixture of soap and mom's juices as I moved across her Mons to her vagina. She shuddered and took a deep whistling breath when my hand brushed across her hood.

"Mom! Please! You must stop pumping your hips. I might cut you!"

"I'm sorry! It just feels so good to have my son shaving me. Did you ever think about fucking me, Tommy?"

" Please Mom! Just be quiet while I finish."

"Okay Tommy! But it would be okay if you did. I wouldn't mind."

I used the palm of my hand to soap her hood. I saw the large pink nub of mom's clit appear wetly from its sheath. She jumped, her legs jerking spasmodically.

Being careful to use only downward strokes, I shaved with the grain of her pubic hairs. Her pussy lips trembled as I lightly shaved across her hood. Her large clit, easily the size of the first joint on my pinky finger, stood out hard and pink. I saw her anus twitching reflexively.

I resisted the urge to lean forward and kiss mom's pussy. I ached to slide my tongue through the swollen folds of her engorged pussy, to taste her juices. To let it slide across her peritoneum to her winking starfish. I wanted to probe that musky orifice with the tip of my tongue. The thought of performing such an intimate act dominated my teenage fantasies.

Carefully, I placed the razor at the edge of mom's anus and pulled it up her ass cheek. I felt a tremor. I placed my hand on the just shaved cheek and pulled the razor slowly from her anus up the unshaved cheek. There were a few strands of hair on the skin between her anus and the bottom of mom's pussy. Mom's body shook as I gently shaved those last hairs.

I took a wet hot towel and wiped away the remnants of shaving foam. I used one hand to hold mom's ass cheek. Mom's pussy was oozing all over my hand. Repeatedly, I had to dry my hand on a towel.

I could not keep mom's pussy dry. Her juices were flowing so freely I could not keep up. Finally, I gave up.

"Finished, mom!" My voice squeaked. I cleared my throat. "All finished!"

Mom dropped her legs and raised the upper part of her body on her elbows. She took one hand and rubbed her freshly shaved smoothness.

"It feels nice and smooth, Tommy! Why didn't you kiss it like your father always did when he finished shaving me?"

"mom...I...look..."

Her face screwed up, her lips poked out as she worked herself up to wail.

"Okay! I okay," I said huskily, "I'll kiss it."

She smiled and drew her legs up and spread them. Her mouth pulled into a faint enigmatic smile. I lay back between mom's thighs.

How often had I dreamed about this? How many times while eating the pussy of a coed at school had this image popped into my mind? How many wet dreams were caused by this fantasy?

The aroma of her pussy was overwhelming. My head swam with the intensity of my arousal. The intoxicating smell of her caused my cock to pump copious amounts of precum into my shorts. I was near cumming in my shorts.

When my lips touched her swollen gleaming pussy lips, I could feel the throb of my cock trapped between my body and the bed. I turned my head slightly and kissed mom's pussy lips, my tongue sliding between her succulent cunt lips in an intimate kiss.

I'm not sure what awaits us in the afterlife. We are promised either a reward or punishment. However, at the moment, as my tongue entered my mother's pussy, I experienced my slice of heaven. If I died right then, I would go to my judgement with the nectar of my mother's pussy in my mouth.

I felt mom's hips buck as my tongue probed between her engorged lips.

"AWWWW FUCK, TOM!"

What did she call me? Caught up in the lust of the moment, I curled my arms under her thighs, pulling her to me. I could feel her juices covering my face as I pressed it into her honey hole.

"OH MY GOOD! EAT ME! EAT MY PUSSY! FFFUUUUCCCKKK! TURN AROUND! I WANT YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH! PLEASE TURN AROUND!"

The ringing of my phone startled me. Disoriented, reluctant to stop, I sat up.

"Please baby! Don't stop," mom sat up, her arms out stretched clawing for me.

I fumbled for my phone. The ID said "Dad" I drew the back of my hand over my mouth, wiping mom's pussy juice from my lips.

"Hello," I muttered.

"Tom?" Is this you? Your voice sounds different."

I sat back on my haunches. Mom slipped a finger in her hole and smiled at me as she finger fucked herself. She pulled a glistening finger out and offered it to me. I took it in my mouth and sucked her juices from her finger. I cleared my throat.

"It's me! You couldn't be at your destination yet." The taste of mom's pussy was in my mouth as I talked to my father, her husband. I glanced quickly at the face of my phone. I had been home a little more than two hours.

"No! Our departure was delayed. We're stuck on a taxiway. Did...did you...uh...do what we discussed?"

It was weird. My father was asking me if I shaved my mother's pussy. I heard her moan and looked down at her. She had two fingers in her pussy. She was propped up by the pillows. Her legs were spread, her eyes closed. I could hear the wet squelching sounds as she rode her fingers.

"Yes, dad, I did." Should I add that I did the other thing he used to do when he shaved her?

"Uh...good...good! Look, I can only guess how difficult this is for you. Since her stroke, she has been more..." I guess demanding is the best word."

Mom sat up in bed. She dropped to her belly facing me and scooted up to my tumescent pulsing member. Her tongue snaked out and licked a drip of precum hanging from my slit.

"Dad...I can't keep doing things like this. It's obscene and more than a little dangerous! I mean, I'm only human."

"Mmmmm tasty," mom moaned

"What was that, Tom?"

"I said I can't continue doing stuff like this. It's lewd!"

"Do you think I'm enjoying this," he snapped, "do you think I enjoy knowing what my son is doing to my wife?"

Mom inhaled my cock. She smiled around it as her mouth slid back and forth on my length.

"Dad! Look! I'm sorry! I know this is difficult for you also."

Mom, pulled my cock from her lips shone wet and shiny. Saliva slid down her chin.

"You're bigger than your father." She took me back in her mouth."

"Is that Kitty? I couldn't hear what she said. Never mind! Look! I'm sorry I yelled at you. However, these are difficult times. Our family and the business are under unusual stress."

I looked down at mom's beatific smile as she lustily sucked my dick. I was close to cumming.

"Dad, You know I'm willing to do my part!"

I groaned as mom stopped again. "Tell John His son is going to cum in my mouth,' she said devilishly.

"We must assume unusual roles." Dad's voice broke. He cleared his throat. "Take care of my bride," he whispered, "we'll work out...everything else...afterwards."

She took me in her mouth and began bobbing hard.

"Yes! Yes! YES!" I began pumping my man juice in my mother's mouth. She slurped hungrily. It had been weeks since I had sex. My nut filled her mouth to overflowing. It flowed out of the corners of her mouth, down her cheeks to her neck.

"Good," dad said. I'm glad you agree!" He paused "Is she being...uh...aggressive?" His voice quavered.

I looked down at mom as she ran her tongue around the sensitive head of my cock.

"Oh fuck!"

"I'm having trouble with the connection. What did you say?"

"No! Not right now." I watched as mom wiped my cum from her face then licked her hands

"I'm sorry, son! I understand your frustration. This connection is really bad. Before I lose you, I need to tell you about her meds. You got a minute?"

"Just about that!" I stifled a moan as mom again began licking my semi rigid tool. my cock. She was looked into my eyes and again slid down, swallowing it. I could feel it sliding in and out of the tight confines of her throat.

"I can't hear you, son! This connection is terrible. I'll call back when we land to discuss her meds with you. Okay?"

"yes, dad! That will be fine." As I clicked off, I exploded again pumping my seed down her throat and into her belly. I dropped my phone on the floor and grasped mom's head. I fucked her mouth as I pumped my seed down her throat. Mom moaned continuously as I came.

Finally, I was spent. I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. What the fuck had I done?

"That was nice, Tommy!"

"I'm...happy you enjoyed it mom." It sounded lame. However, I had no experience with the protocol after your mother sucks your cock.

She giggled. Then she took her pinky finger and delicately removed a dribble of my cum from the corner of her mouth. She held it up as though inspecting it then popped it in her mouth and sucked it clean.

She stood and walked to the door leading to their en suite bathroom. Her jiggly ass with its cellulite dimples shook as she waddled to the bathroom. At the door, she turned and looked at me

"Tom bring the tree in and set it up. After I shower, I'll fix a light supper and we can decorate it."

I was Tom again. I detected a subtle change in her demeaner. She stood a little straighter. The soft doe eyed look was replaced by a calm confident gaze. She stood with her legs slightly spread and one hand casually on one hip. This was mom, the executive, used to being in charge. She seemed unaware that she was naked and that I was partially clothed with my semi hard cock hanging through the slit of my underwear.

"Okay mom," I said quietly as she turned, entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

I slipped on my jeans and started down the hall. I could use a shower myself. However, I decided to wait until I had the tree set up.

In the kitchen, I slipped on my coat and walked downstairs into the media room. I could see the tree on the patio through the sliding glass doors. A white tarp was strung tightly over the empty pool. The adjacent hot tub was also covered. However, we never emptied it. Merely kept the temperature on low.

Dad had trimmed the bottom of the tree. I carried it inside, laid it on its side and attached the tree stand. Then I set up and leveled it. I worked up a sweat and needed a shower even more.

I heard footfalls as mom came down the stairs. She wore a yellow terry cloth robe with matching turban towel on her hair and fur trimmed mules.

"That looks good, son. AFTER, you shower," she said pointedly, "We'll eat and decorate the tree."

After my shower, I went back downstairs wearing loose fitting grey jersey shorts and matching t-shirt and slipped on my flip flops. Mom was sitting in the kitchen. A plate of cold ham sandwiches and a dish of potato salad sat on the table along with a chilled bottle of pinot noir.

"Mom, are you allowed to drink?"

"No," she said flatly, "however the cat, your father, is away and this mouse is going to play."

I detected a subtle undertone. She made no mention of what happen in her bedroom. Her demeanor suggested that she was unaware of it.

"Mom, dad asked me to take care of you while he is gone. I take that charge seriously. If you shouldn't drink you won't."

She eyed me across the kitchen table. "So far, you have well!"

I felt the heat in my face as I blushed

"I'll make a deal with you. One large glass of wine and you finish the rest."

I agreed. We ate the sandwiches and drank the wine. The Irish whiskey and the bottle of wine had me buzzing pretty good. The conversation was about school, my pending graduation, the excellent financial state of the business and her illness.

"Honestly, I don't remember having the stroke. I was at my desk, haranguing a supplier. I felt a little dizzy, then there was a sharp pain in my temple. I woke up in the hospital with tubes coming out of every hole I had.

This was the mom I knew, a hardnosed no nonsense business woman. I felt the heat rise in my face as I recall licking her pussy and her sucking my cock.

"So when did you start blushing at a little frank talk?"

"It was not that. I was just thinking about something."

"Well, whoever SHE is, you'll have to tell me about her while we trim the tree. You're 22 and graduating college in May. It's time you started giving me grandchildren!"

She's you mom, I thought. "Let's get to work on the tree. It's after 7 and I have been up since early this morning."

"Bring the egg nog!"

"Mom, you said one glass of wine!"

"I lied," she said blithely. "Besides, we can't break the tradition."

As we walked downstairs to decorate the tree my phone rang. The caller ID said Dad.

"Hey dad! How's the trip going?"

Mom continued down into the media room.

"Fine! Taking a client to dinner in a few minutes and wanted to check in. How is it going?"

I decided to be direct. It was a family trait I apparently only inherited from my mom.

"You didn't tell me about mom's hypersexuality."

He was silent for a moment.

"I...I...uh...wasn't sure how to bring it up." He cleared his throat. When he finally spoke, his voice quavered.

"The doctors say along with her reduced inhibitions, there is an increase in her libido. It must be...awkward...for you."

Not awkward! Not awkward at all! "Dad, you're not suggesting that I..."

"I need to meet my client" he said brusquely. "I'm confident you'll do what is necessary. I don't want to lose her."

"Dad, you are not suggesting that i..."

I was talking to a dead phone. I stared at it for a moment. I continued down the stairs. I could see the glow of Christmas lights. Thinking mom had started without me, I was thinking of a quip I could use.

Mom was standing in front of the tree with a string of lights wrapped around her body. She was nude.

"How do you think these lights look, Tommy?"

She had reverted. I was Tommy again.

"They...uh...would probably look better on the tree."

The once hardnosed businesswoman tittered.

"I know that, silly! I've always wanted to do this for you. But your father was always around."

"For me mom? I don't understand."

She unwound the lights from around her body and sauntered to me, her hips swaying. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

"I have lusted after you for a long time! Before my stroke, I always suppressed those feelings. I knew they were wrong."

"Mom, I..."

She shrugged. I know they're wrong now. I just don't give a fuck!"

"I knew you like looking at me! It made me sooo hot to know that! I'd jump your father's bones after exposing myself to you!" I have wanted you for years. I'm not sure why I waited so long to jump your bones!"

Mom's confession explained a lot of things. I thought I was lucky to see so much of mother naked and partially dressed. However, she was living out her fantasy to expose herself to me. Only the strictures of the societal taboos on incest kept her from pursuing her long ago fantasy. Now her stroke had removed that inhibition.

"Mom! Are you okay?"

Her hand passed between us and she stroked my cock with her open palm.

"I'm more okay than I have been in years! I want you to throw me on the floor and fuck me until I scream for you to stop. But don't stop! I want to be your bitch! Use me like you want!"

"MOM!" My voice cracked as it climbed the scale. Was this what my father could not bring himself to say on the phone? That he was unable to keep up with mom sexually since her stroke?

She dropped to her knees, pulling my shorts down as she went. She tittered as my cock popped out and hit her under the chin. Mom put her hands behind her back and tried to capture my cock using only her mouth.

Her eyes smoldered as she looked up at me. "I'm practicing sucking your cock with my hands tied behind my back."

I raised a questioning eyebrow as she bobbed for my cock like it was an apple in a tub of water. "What did you have in mind?"

"I want you to tie me up. I want to be helpless. I want you to do whatever you want to me."

Her lasciviousness awakened some of my repressed fantasies. A casual girlfriend at school was into D/s, domination and submission. She loved to be spanked. She reveled in performing any sex act I could think of in the riskiest places. I recall a Black student caught us fucking in the men's room. To assure his silence, she fucked him also. I began to imagine my mother in similar situations.

Mom finally caught my cock and began to bob back and forth bringing me to full hardness. I was living the dream. The sex symbol of my youth was on her knees sucking my cock, begging me to be her Dom. I knew her salaciousness was caused by her stroke. However, the stroke released her inhibitions, letting her do what she wanted to do for years, fuck her son.

"Get on all fours!"

Her eyes smiled as she slowly pulled her head back. I watched my length pull from her mouth. She dropped to her knees and crawled over in front of the glass patio door.

"Fuck me here! I want the world to see my son fuck his slut of a mother! I want them to see me taking your cock."

I ripped off my t-shirt and strode to where mom knelt with her big round ass waving in the air. I dropped to my knees behind her. Her scent was overpowering. It was evidence by the clear liquid oozing from her cleanly shaved pussy and streaming down her thighs. I raised my hand and brought it down hard on her ass. Like waves on an ocean her ass moved forward and rolled back, spurred by the impetus of my blow.

"Fuck yes," mom screamed, "do it again."

I raised my other hand and brought it down hard. I could see clear liquid puddling on the floor under her.

"Say it, goddammit! Say it!"

"I'm your bitch! I'm my son's bitch! Fuck your bitch!"

I positioned my cock at her hole and drove in hard and deep.

"YES! YES!! TAKE ME HARD!"

"FUCK MOM!! AWWW FUCK!"

I kept pounding her hard, driving into her squelching pussy like a jack hammer. Each thrust caused her big ass to roll forward and back. The squishy sound of her pussy was immediate and loud. The white froth of our juices built up on her pussy and my cock.

"TAKE ME, BABY! TAKE YOUR SLUT MOMMY'S PUSSY!"

Mom rocked back hard to meet my thrusts. The slap of flesh on flesh resounded through our media room. As mom screamed I felt her pussy clamp down like a vise pushing my dick out of her. I gripped her hips tightly, forcing my way back in.

Her arms collapsed and she fell forward, her cheek against our parquet floor.

"Move your ass, mom!" I leaned forward, balancing on my arms and toes as though I were doing pushups. I was thrusting down into mom as she sank to the floor. I felt the tingle in my balls that presaged my nut.

"Here it comes, mom! Here comes my nut!"

"Fill mommy up! Fill her up!"

Mom was wheezing, struggling to catch her breath. As I came pumping my juice into the best pussy in the world, I recall my father's admonition to keep her happy. Like a good son, I was obeying my father. I dropped on top of her, breathing hard and sweating profusely.

Mom's wheeze turned into long deep breaths as she dozed off on the floor. I levered myself up on my arms. Looking between us I watched my cock slide out of mom's pussy. My cum bubbled out after it, pooling on the floor between her legs.

I pulled on my shorts. I debated what to do with mom, passed out on the floor. There was no way I could carry her corpulent body up to her bed. I elected to cover her with her robe.

I hummed carols as I strung lights on the tree and sipped egg nog. Mom woke up as I began hanging ornaments. She stood and pulled on her robe and tied it tightly around her.

"Tom, you started without me!"

I was Tom again. "Well, you seemed tired so I started without you."

"We both know I wasn't just tired! You fucked the shit out of me!"

"Mom! I thought...!"

"You thought your old mom was out of her head and you could get some pussy!"

"But the stroke! Dad said...!"

Mom picked up a box of ornaments. She walked around the tree, eying it as she chose which ornament would look best.

"I did have a stroke. And there are some lingering after effects. I feel...different. While I was recovering, I took stock of my life. I denied myself a lot as your father and I built the business. When you were born, at first you were an unwelcome distraction." Then as you grew up and matured, I began to fantasize about you."

"Fantasize about me? I don't understand."

"Neither did I! I used to barge into your room when knew you were changing clothes. Then I was ashamed of myself for doing."

A light went on! I recalled her doing that.

"I even got counseling, trying to learn to control my incestuous impulses. It didn't help. What saved me from committing what I thought then was an abominable act was you leaving for college. The I had my stroke."

Mom continued hanging ornaments as she talked. Her hair was down and the glimmer of the Christmas lights filled the room. Shiny ornaments caught the glimmer and reflected it around the room.

"It, the stroke, changed me somehow"

I walked over and put my arms around mom's waist. I untied her robe and pulled it from her shoulders. It dropped to the floor by the tree. I wrapped my arms around her waist, cupped her breasts and squeezed them. Mom sighed and lay her head on my chest.

"As I lay in that sterile hospital room, I thought about the things I denied myself as we built the business. I don't know if it was an after effect of the stroke or the realization that if I had died, I would never have your cock."

Mom's hips pumped against my hand as I slid it down her body and cupped her pussy. She groaned and ground her ass against my cock.

"I do get confused sometimes," she whispered as my finger traced the outline of her pussy lips. "I do need my meds. I also know I need your cock. Everything else is an act. A ruse to provide a rationale for seducing you!"

She turned in my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"I have a present for you. A present I never gave anyone, not even your father."

"What's that," I murmured as mom pushed my shorts down.

"My ass," she whispered, pulling me to the floor in front of the twinkling Christmas tree. "I'm giving you my ass! It's your present to use tonight and any time you want it."

"Mom, I..."

She brought a finger to her lips and shushed me. "Look behind the bar. I have hidden something back there."

She sat cross leg on the floor while I went to the bar. It was easy to find. It was the small tube of Astroglide I saw earlier. I smiled. She had planned this. That was why the lube was behind my Irish whiskey.

I looked over at Mom on her hands and knees, her dimpled ass pointing toward me. I walked over and knelt behind her.

She shivered as I squirted the lubricant on her starfish. I used first one finger then two to spread the lube. I applied it to my cock. I positioned it at her winking brown eye and pressed in slightly. Mom hissed as I slid easily into the tight confines of her bowels. I moved slowly at first, letting her get used to me. Then she began to pump back.

"Take your Christmas present, Tom! Take mommy's ass."

I grasped her hips and began pulling her to me as I thrust forward.

"FUCK! Mom, your ass is incredible."

Her head dropped between her shoulders. She began to thrust back hard, her ass slapping against my crotch.

"Fuck my ass, baby! It's yours. It'll always be yours!"

Mom turned and looked back over her shoulder. Briefly a twinkle replaced lust in her eyes.

"Happy Holidays, Tommy! And many happy returns!"

338 A Family Fuckfest

Schaka

Chapter 1

"Mmmm, do you know how good you feel in my ass?"

"No," John smiled, "Tell me about it."

"Well, you know it took time for me to get used to it."

As Susan kisses John deeply, their tongues sliding back and forth, she slowly rises and falls in John's lap. His cock slides effortlessly in and out of her tight anus.

"I remember! I must have spent a fortune on lube."

"Silly!" She playfully slaps his back. "It hurt like the dickens the first time. Even then, it felt...wicked...transcendent."

John squeezed her ass, then affectionately stroked her full firm behind. They continued a slow languid fucking.

"Transcendent! Wow! I have never heard such a big word used to describe assfucking!"

"You have no romance in your soul whatsoever," Susan groaned. "I'm trying to describe this incredible feeling and you are teasing me!" She began sliding back and forth on his cock buried deep in her ass.

"You get a sense of fullness that nothing else can provide." she continued. "You are touched inside in ways that never happens otherwise."

John grips her ass and begins to rock his body as she slides back and forth.

"You used to say it was scary. I remember the first time you cried."

"FFUUUUCCKK Baby! Keep moving like that! It feels incredible!"

"Say it, you good fucking slut! Say it"

"I love you in my ass, baby! I love that full feeling! And when I cum, like I'm doing now, it comes from a different place. Fill me up, you Black bastard! Pump your bitch's ass full of your jizz!"

I'M CUMMING!!! OH FFFUUUCCKK! I'm CUMMING!"

"ME TOO, GAWDAMMIT! ME TOO! I CAN FEEL YOU PUMPING INTO MY BOWELS! OH FUUCKK!"

The two lovers undulated as they came together. Their mouths were pressed tightly together. Their arms were wrapped around each other.

"Shit! That always feels so incredible."

They lived two doors from each other all of their lives. Their relationship dated back to kindergarten. They couldn't recall a time when they were not together. They played all the quasi sexual childhood games like doctor and nurse, show me yours and I'll show you mine and so on. Their love of sex was a natural outgrowth of their livelong intimacy.

She was built on the generous lines of a Renaissance model. She had blue eyes and a fair highly colored complexion. She favored green nail polish and gold jewelry that went well with her flame red hair. Her 34C tits were small for her size but very sensitive. When she and John started having anal sex earlier in the summer, she cried because it hurt. Now she could wrap her full pink thighs around his caramel colored back and take all he could give.

John's room, in a converted corner of the basement of his parents' house, had an exterior exit. Many nights Susie would sneak out of her home, cross the common backyards of the complex and sneak into John's room.

Anal became their favorite sex act. Susie loved it. She would straddle John and they would have slow languid anal sex while kissing and hugging each other.

Susie raises up and groans as John's cock slips from her ass. "I better get home before my parents miss me."

"Mmmm don't leave!" Susan slips from his arms. She scoots across the bed and stands next to it."

"I have to, baby. My parents are saying we spend too much time together."

She slips on her t-shirt and sweatpants as John lays on the bed watching her. "Okay you sexy devil! But whenever you need a good fucking, you know where to find it."

They embrace at the door to the basement. She carefully checks to see if anyone is watching then slips out and heads home.

Chapter 2

John slowly stroke his cock, recalling the tightness off Susie's anus. Through the heating vent, he could hear his mother and aunt talking. His aunt was having marital problems. Based on bits and pieces of conversation he overheard he knew the problem was twofold. His aunt tended to binge drink. In addition, she wanted babies and his Uncle Al could not get her pregnant.

"Chrissie, I don't know if I drink because I'm frustrated or I'm frustrated because I drink."

"Toni, you just need some time to work out what you want to do. You and Al will be ok."

Two years separated his 38 year old mom and her younger sister. Aside from that, they could be twins. They both were voluptuous Black women. Their Creole heritage showed in their reddish brown skin, high cheekbones, startling grey eyes and thin aquiline nose.

Over time, through surreptiously inspecting his mother's lingerie drawer and dumpster diving her soiled panties in the hamper, he knew she was a 36, large C or small D, depending on the bra. He also knew her pantie size was large to extra large. His mother was a big sexy voluptuous Black woman.

His cock ached as images of her moving about the house in tight mid thigh jersey shorts sans panties and one of his father's old t-shirts. The shorts pulled tightly into her crotch, creating a large pronounced cameltoe. The fabric of the shirt sliding across her large nipples caused them to be partially hard, creating delectable protrusions. The protrusions were large, like the knobs on his old radio. There were times he was tempted to reach out and twist them.

Aunt Toni was a slightly smaller version of his mother. He recalled a conversation they had about exercising. His mom said she wished she could get her hips below 38" like Aunt Toni.

For as long as he remembered, Aunt Toni was affectionate. When he was younger, she hugged him, trapping his head in the valley between the mountains of her breasts. Her kisses on his cheek were warm and wet, often leaving a smear of her bright red lipstick.

Now when she hugged him, it was her face pressed into his chest. He could feel the pneumatic pressure of her breasts as her arms tightly encircled his waist. Her kisses were delivered on tiptoe, sometimes missing his cheek and brushing his lips. When this happened, she would smile devilishly looking up into his eyes and smack his behind. Once he returned that playful smack on the rear, earning him a surprised whoop and a lopsided grin.

"I don't know. I just don't know! June, my body aches because I want babies so bad."

"It'll happen, Sweetie! You just have to keep trying."

John heard his mom snicker. "Hell! It took me and Andre 18 years to get pregnant again. And the fucking was half the fun."

"Al and I are down to once a week. And that is usually Slam! Bam! Thank you, ma'am. Sometimes I expect him to toss money on the nightstand. It's all about him."

"Girl, you got to get creative to keep your man interested. I got more slinky negligee then you can shake a stick at. Sometimes I'll wear something slutty. Then fix dinner with candlelight and wine. That's always good for a hot sweaty session. Other times we go over to the park. Find a secluded spot. Get naked and fuck! We pretty sure this baby was conceived in there."

John heard their laughter through the vent. The thought of his mom and dad fucking in the woods had his cock so hard it hurt. He and Susie fucked in those same woods. He wondered if his mom and dad used the same spot he did.

He had seen his mother naked a couple of times. It was usually after one of his parents late night sex sessions. She would walk naked across the hall to the bathroom.

Before she got pregnant, her breasts stood out on her chest like cantilevered cones. Her nipples were erect and pointed up slightly. Her belly was flat. A forest of black hair covered her pussy.

"Al doesn't like for me to drink. He says when I drink I became a nymphomaniac. All I want to do is fuck. Then I don't remember what happened the next morning."

"You never could handle alcohol. You know, that happened when we were girls. You remember that time we double dated with those football players?"

John heard Aunt Toni's muffled giggle through the vent.

"I remember the date. But all I know about what happened is what you told me."

He could almost see the smile on his mother's face.

"Well! They were trying to get us drunk so they could fuck us both. We drank them under the table! Then they got sick and I had to drive. And you...!"

"Stop! No more! I'm getting red...and wet...Thinking about it. I can't believe I went down on you."

Gales of laughter echoed through the vent. John leaned closer to the vent. Aunt Toni ate mom out! No!

"Yeah you did! Right there in the driveway of our house. I was trying to get your drunk ass out of the car. I turned you sideways in the passenger seat. When I leaned over to get the seat belt over you, you pushed up my skirt, pushed my panties to the side and dove in! Did a damn good job too."

"Stop! I don't want to hear anymore. You have told me that story a thousand times. So I ate you out! Big deal! All I have is your word that I did!"

"Girl, I came so hard I damn near drowned you! You missed your calling. When it comes to eating pussy, you're a natural."

John heard the kitchen chair move across the floor as one of them got up. His hand was firmly wrapped around his rigid cock. Gone was any idea of watching a porn video anymore.

"Look, baby, I'm dead tired and It's getting late. I'm going to bed."

John could hear his mother moving slowly across the kitchen floor. His baby sister was due anytime. His aunt's marital problems dovetailed with his mom's need for help during the latter weeks of her pregnancy.

He frowned as he thought about his new sibling. Her pending arrival had already begun to affect his life. His dad had converted part of the basement laundry room into a bedroom for him. His old bedroom was now the nursery. The feeling of being pushed to the side was mitigated by having his own room with its own entrance. He and Susie loved it.

"Good night! By the way, thank you for the Ambien. With all that is going on, it helps me sleep."

"Good! You be careful though. You shouldn't drink that wine and take Ambien. I have heard about people doing strange things when they mix the two."

"You worry too much! I'll be okay."

Chapter 3

The smell of food cooking wafted through the heating grate woke John up. A glance at clock radio showed it was 2 am. Who the hell was cooking at this time of morning?

Clad only in his boxers, he padded barefoot out of his bedroom and up the stairs leading to the kitchen. He opened the stairwell door to a brightly lit kitchen. His cock popped to attention when he saw his aunt, stark naked, frying chicken.

Her breasts were large with a mature sag. Her rigid nipples were as black raisins set amidst the rich chocolate of her areola. Her belly was flat but not muscular. It had a gentle roundness that enhanced her sexuality. Unlike his mother her sex was cleanly shaved. John thought he could detect a faint glistening.

"Aunt Toni! What are you doing?"

"Shhhh! Johnny, don't wake her up."

John started at the unexpected sound of his mother's voice. He turned quickly.

His mother stood in the hallway that connected the kitchen to the stairs leading up to the second floor. She wore one of his father's old shirts. It rode high across her pregnant belly, barely covering her nether regions. He could see the black forest of her pubic thatch outlined against the sheerness of her white silk panties.

John's cock, already at half-mast from seeing his naked aunt, jumped to full attention. Like most boys, he harbored a secret lust for his mother. He thought she was the sexiest woman he had ever seen. As she grew large in her pregnancy, she replaced the internet porn stars as the object of his masturbation fantasies.

Her milk filled breasts swayed gently as she moved into the kitchen. The shirt shifted from side to side exposing more of her full plump thighs. One hand gently cradled her distended abdomen. Unbeknownst to him, this vision would place pregnant women at the top of his list of the sexiest women.

"Johnny, you'll have to help her back into the study. Try not to startle her. She is in Ambien induced sleep walk."

John tore his eyes away from the erotic vision of his pregnant mother to the voluptuous sight of his naked aunt. Her large bubble butt protruded almost obscenely. Although her thighs were full, there was a small gap just below her gleaming wet sex. He had an awkward moment as he tried to decide where to hold his naked aunt to guide her back to the hideaway bed in the den. He was aware of his mother's amusement as he stepped behind Aunt Toni, gripped her shoulders and guided her toward the den.

Behind him, Chrissie turned off the stove. She shook her head as she dumped the half cooked chicken into the garbage. The only way to save it would be to finish cooking it and she was too tired for that.

As she turned to head back to bed, she saw her son in profile. His partially exposed cock poked through the slit in his boxers. She caught her breath at the size of the bulge. Jesus! That big motherfucker would wreck a pussy!

She felt her pussy moisten as he and Toni disappeared into the den. It had been nearly a month since she and Andre had fucked. She knew it was because he was afraid he might hurt her, the baby, or some combination of the two. But Gawddamit! She was horny as a hoot owl.

She sighed as she placed one foot on the stairs. She gripped the handrail and took one ponderous step. It was becoming more and more difficult to climb the stairs.

Then she heard her son's pained exclamation.

"No, Auntie! Don't!"

What now, she thought tiredly.

Downstairs Toni Adams was in a semi trance state. She was dimly aware of someone's hands were on her shoulders from behind.

"I'm so sorry, Al!"

"What? This isn't Uncle Al. It's me, Aunt Toni."

John was pushing his aunt toward the hide away bed with his butt tooted out away from his aunt's naked ass.

"What...Whuh did you shay?"

In an Ambien induced trance, Toni was desperate to placate her husband. She turned quickly. She threw her arms around John's neck and pressed her open mouth hard against his. Her tongue forced its way into the startled teenager's mouth.

Reflexively, John's hands dropped to his aunt's waist as she plastered her hot lush body to his. His hands slid naturally down, cupping her lush jiggly ass. He squeezed then, as though he had touched hot coals, he snatched his hands away. His quick feel of his aunt's large warm moist ass caused his cock to pop through the slit in his boxers. It slid wetly across her belly, leaving a slimy trail.

Toni felt the man she thought was her husband forcibly breaks their kiss. Sober she would have accepted this rejection as the norm. For whatever reason, Al did not see her for the sizzling sexual animal she was. Through a haze, she saw his cock pop out of his boxers.

It seemed fatter and longer than she remembered. Her hand reached down and gripped it. She could not wrap her hand fully around it. She slowly stroked, relishing the heft and feel.

John grabbed his aunt's wrist and halfheartedly tried to pull her hand away from his cock. His blood roared in his ears. He was on sexual overload. His body betray him as his aunt slowly sank to her knees.

"No Auntie! Don't!"

He hissed as she gulped down the head of his cock.

Gently rubbing her belly, Chrissie trod slowly down the hall. She knew she probably should have stayed and helped Johnny get Toni to bed. A wry smile played across her lips. She thought about her son trying to guide her nude sister to bed. That should be any 18 year old's fantasy.

"Oh my god! Auntie that feels incredible! But you must stop."

Chapter 4

Chrissie turned the corner and looked in to the den. What she saw stunned her. There was her sister on her knees trying to swallow the biggest cock she had ever seen. She felt the moistness between her leg became a flood as she watched Toni's head bob back and forth. Her saliva drooled out of the corners of her mouth and across her naked breasts.

"Jesus H. Fucking Christ!"

Johnny's head snapped around. his mother stood in the door opening, balancing herself with one hand on the doorsill. Her mouth was open. Her eyes fixed on the erotic tableau.

"Mom! I didn't...she...oh fuck!"

The last exclamation shot from his mouth as he came. The force and volume were such that the thick white cream oozed out of Toni's mouth and dripped over her large breasts.

"Johnny what the hell are you doing?" Jesus, Chrissie thought. Look at all that cum!

"Mom, Aunt Toni did it. I...I...!"

Chrissie held up her hand, palm out, fingers spread. "Shut up!"

Chrissie heard a slight popping sound as her son stepped back from her sister. She unconsciously licked her lips as she saw it was still rigidly hard with rivulets of cum hanging from it. Jesus! I wish that was me swallowing his man juice!

Chrissie moved slowly across the room. Although upset with her son, she knew what happened. High her sister was an avowed alcohol induced nymphomaniac. Add Ambien and you got the scene she just witnessed. Lucky bitch, she thought.

Chrissie was ashamed of the arousal caused by watching her sister suck off her son. She loved sucking cock. Next to having a hard piece of meat rammed into her needy hole, she enjoyed that sex act most. Make it a 69 with a long tongue probing her cunt and...! She shivered. No sense thinking about that now. She balanced herself with one hand on her trembling son's shoulder. With the other, she shook Toni's shoulder.

"Toni! Wake up!"

"Mom," John said, "you said not to wake her up."

"That was before I saw her on her knees sucking you off!"

John felt the heat rise in his face at his mother's comment. Between them, still on her knees, Toni smacked her lips as she swallowed the remnants of her nephew's cum. Her finger stole down to her pussy, her finger probed her leaking hole.

The weight of her 32 weeks of pregnancy was sapping Chrissie's energy. With a great effort, she managed to kneel next to her son facing her sister. The aroma of her son's maleness assaulted her nostrils. It was like a drug, addling her brain, taking her back to those sweating pussy satisfying sessions with her husband.

Not 6" away her son's cock gleamed with the residue of Toni's saliva. She turned her head slightly and saw one enormous drop of her son's potent cum hanging on the slit. Impulsively she leaned over and licked it off.

John yelped and jumped back. "Mom!" His mom had just licked the head of his cock. He was at once confused and aroused. He looked down at where she knelt next to his aunt. He watched as she loudly smacked her lips.

"Baby, I am so sorry! It was an impulse. I should have controlled myself."

"I...uh...sure! Maybe we should get Aunt Toni to bed."

Chrissie longingly eyed her son's rigid cock. Her raging hormones had pushed her to a forbidden arena. She knew she would need to try patch up her relationship with her son. At the same time, she realized she could not leave her sister by herself. She could have set the house on fire. Her son exuded a potent maleness that made her head swim. She felt a wetness running down her thighs. Her pussy was flooded.

"John, we will talk about what just happened later. Right now we need to get her downstairs."

"Downstairs?"

From his vantage point standing next to the two kneeling women, he could see drips of his cum on his aunt's breasts. They looked like greyish white speckles on her sweating heavy caramel breasts.

Adding to the erotic scene, the front of his mom's shirt was wet from her lactating. They made the gown semitransparent, revealing her large plum dark nipples.

"Yes, baby." We can't leave her down here by herself. She might wake up and do something else. The safest place is downstairs where you can watch her. Help me up."

John squatted in front of his mother. He slid his arms under her armpits. As he lifted her she used one hand to lever herself up using the arm of the couch. As they stood, John's cock slid across his mom's distended belly leaving a wet streak of his cum.

Chrissie hissed as she felt the warmth and wetness of her son's cock slide across her abdomen. Fuck! She and Andre had to talk! Her son's male aroma had her pussy so wet it ran down her thighs. She leaned heavily on the arm of the couch.

"John, you need to help me upstairs. I'm too tired and too big to do it alone. Then come back down and take your aunt downstairs. You'll have to sleep in the den"

"Yes, ma'am."

Chapter 5

Chrissie moved slowly to the stairs, one hand caressing her abdomen. She gripped the railings on either side of the stairs and began slowly walking up them. John walked slightly behind her. He grasped a railing and put his hand in the small of her back to help her up.

From his position behind her and one step below, he could see the wetness on her thighs. At his young age, he was not aware of how much wetness an aroused woman could generate. Privately he wondered if she had an accident. Whatever the moisture was, the aroma was intoxicating. It filled his nostrils and caused him to have erotic visions of his mother. As the scent of her arousal permeated the stairwell, his hand unconsciously slipped from the small of her back to the fullness of her upper ass cheeks.

Chrissie moaned as she felt her son's hand slip to her ass. Motherly instinct demanded she have him move it. However, her arousal was so all encompassing, she found herself rotating her ass against her son's hand. She knew she should stop him but it felt so damn good!

Halfway up the stairs, John's hand began a slow circular exploration of his mom's butt. As hormones cascaded through his body, the explorations became more expansive. The shirt rode up and his hand moved across the moistness of her panty clad ass.

Chrissie was aware that her gown had ridden up and her son was stroking her ass. She just did not care. It felt so fucking good. She bent forward slightly, shamelessly giving him better access. She moaned as she felt him kiss her ass. Mentally she was rationalizing what she wanted to happen next. Should she encourage him to kiss her pussy or just stand there and let him get the tacit message? It was wrong, so wrong and she knew it. However, her need drove her. She ached for the touch of a man.

She felt his tongue take a tentative lick of her engorged pussy lips. She groaned as it slipped between her swollen dripping lips, slid downward and flicked her sensitive clit. Chrissie leaned farther forward, balancing herself on two hands on the step. Just as she felt her son grasp her hot sweaty ass and push his face between her ass cheeks, the clatter of something falling downstairs snapped mom and son from their incipient act of lust. John stepped back quickly and wiped his mom's juices from his mouth. His hands were wet with her juices. He could taste her in his mouth.

"Motherfucker!" Chrissie screamed in a mixture of rage and frustration, "Go see about Toni. I can make these last steps alone."

"Yes, ma'am," he responded, turning to head down the stairs. That was fucking incredible, he thought.

Chrissie turned and watched her son head down to check on his aunt. She could see the huge bulge and spreading wet spot where his precum was soaking his boxers.

Toni, you bitch, you probably saved me from making a huge mistake and I hate you for it!

Chrissie managed the last few steps alone. She entered her bedroom and stripped off her nightgown. Naked she collapsed in the bed, her hand finding her sex. As she slowly frigged herself to orgasm, she thought about the pungent taste of her son's sperm. The baby kicked as she writhed in orgasm.

"Take it easy, little one! I know you want to be fed some cum as bad as I want to feel a cock in me."

Chapter 6

Toni Adams lay sprawled on her back. In her stupor, she had tried to stand using the coffee table for balance. It tipped over depositing her on the floor with her legs gaping open.

John turned the corner into the lounge to the breathtaking sight of his aunt's open legs. Her shaved pussy, framed by her large thighs, glistened with moisture.

"Did you hurt yourself, Aunty?"

Toni turned toward the sound of the voice. Her eyes would not focus. She saw a montage of images as she tried to see who was talking. There was her husband, Al, standing in the doorway berating her for her drinking. Then her sister leaning over her. What was she doing? She could almost feel her sister's breasts on her body as she fumbled with something. Then she felt hands on her body. She leaned forward to kiss her sister. Somehow her head was between her legs the aroma was overpowering. She reached out to push her panties to the side.

John shook himself out of his reverie. He was on hormonal overload. His hands were still wet with his mother's perspiration. His boxers clung to him where his pre cum had soaked them. Now his aunt with her voluptuous body lay naked before him.

He walked the few steps to her. When he bent to help her to her feet, she grabbed his cock. This time there was no cries of surprise. He watched as she licked it from root to head. He shivered as her tongue circumnavigated his cockhead.

She was much better than Susie. There were no occasional teeth causing him discomfort. It was as though his dick was in a velvet lined vacuum hose. Saliva ran out of her mouth and moistened her cheeks.

Toni wrapped her arms around her lover's waist. Still sucking, she pulled him down. She lay back, letting his legs straddling her breasts. She groaned as a sharp slap hit her pussy. Then another. Her pussy was on fire. Mini orgasms shook her body. She released his cock and pushed his hips back.

John emulated what he saw in an internet video. He reached behind him and slapped his aunt's pussy. Lightly at first. Then when she groaned, he slapped her pussy harder, with more authority. He felt her buck under him. Her hips thrust up. Again, he smacked her pussy. His cock popped out of her mouth. He felt her hands pushing his hips back.

"Please, Al, please! Fuck me baby!"

Guilt washed over John in waves. It was wrong what he wanted to do. He looked down at the puffy wetness of his aunt's pussy. It was so wet he could see little bubbles of pussy juice. And the aroma! Susie had never had such a scent. It filled his nostrils and made his head swim. It filled the room. It was the scent of an animal in rut. An animal ready to mate and conceive.

Their bodies gleamed with perspiration. John slid back and settled between his Aunt Toni's full thighs. He could feel the heat of her need along his length. With one hand, she pulled his head down and crushed his lips with hers. Their tongues clashed, their saliva mingled. John tasted his salty cum. With her other hand, Toni reached between them and guided her nephew's tool into her fertile pussy.

"Give me a baby, Al! Please! Give me a baby!"

"Aww fuck, Auntie! Fuck! Fuck!"

John thrust strongly, deeply into his aunt's inferno. He felt her legs wrap around his back. He was unmindful of her fingernails raking his back. He thrust hard and deep, burying his cock in his aunt's frothing hole.

Toni was lost in a miasma of lust. Every inch of her skin was alive. She could feel the body of her lover sliding across hers, their sweat lubricating their moves. Her pussy ached from the invasion of his massive tool. The pain/pleasure was unlike any she ever felt.

Their frantic rutting, their strenuous fucking bodies slamming against each other. Toni had a moment of clarity from her alcohol and drug induced trance. She looked up into the contorted sweating face of her nephew.

"Oh my god! John! What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry Auntie Toni! I'm sorry!"

John slowed. With a control he never knew he had, John began to sit up on his knees. He watched his length begin sliding out of his aunt's cunt. It was covered in white froth. Toni grabbed him and pulled him back on to her.

"No! Don't stop! I need this John! I need this!"

Toni experienced the duality of knowing fucking her nephew was wrong while relishing the feel of his tool stretching her hole. Her drug and alcohol induced nymphomania had lowered her inhibitions to the point that she craved his cock, any cock in her pussy.

"Please! Please don't stop! Fuck me, John! Fuck me hard! Dear God it's so wrong but I need it! I NEED IT!"

John balanced himself on his hands. He and his aunt held each other's eyes as they rutted. There was no love here. Just need. This was not lovemaking. This was fucking. They looked between them, watching his cock slide in and out of her hole, seeing her pussy lips thrust out and fold back in as John pumped in and out of her.

"Auntie, your pussy is so tight."

Despite herself, Toni smiled. "No baby! I'm not tight! You have an enormous cock! Auntie can feel it stretching her like never before."

The slap of sweaty flesh on sweaty flesh resounded in the lounge.

"Auntie, I'm sorry...!"

"Hush Johnny, hush! Fuck your aunt! No regrets! No worries! Fill me up!"

Toni was groggy but awake now. She knew the risk. She was at the peak of her fertility. Her 18 year old nephew was at the peak of his fertile manhood. She screamed and the room blurred as she felt him swell and shoot his seed into her fertile womb. She could feel the firehose like spray of his sperm in her hole. Her orgasm was more intense, more fulfilling then any she ever had. As her nephew collapsed on top of her, she ran her hands up and down his sweating back.

"You did good, baby! Very good!"

She suspected she was going to be pregnant. Her mind, her body and the calendar agreed. There would be hell to pay. She knew she had to protect him from the shit storm. She also knew that they would fuck again and again. Her bayou upbringing said it took feeding with the seed of a man to make a healthy baby. And she planned on having a very healthy baby.

John stood. His cock gleamed with the wetness of his Aunt's pussy. She was dozing off again. As he stood over her, trying to shake her awake, his cock dripped on her face and neck.

"Aunty, you have to get up. I can't leave you here."

Toni heard his voice through as though through a fog. It seemed muffled and distant. Had she just fucked her nephew? She seemed to recall an impossibly large cock and words of lust. She shook her head and reached up for his hand. As he pulled her to her feet, she felt his seed bubble out of her pussy. I'm wasting it.

Chapter 7

John grasped his aunt's hand and led her to and down the steps. She stumbled. He reached back to hold her and his hand covered the heat of her pussy. He led her to his bed and turned to return upstairs. He heard a light tapping on the basement door.

Shit, he thought shit! Shit! He knew it was Susie. He walked over, unlocked and opened the door. He brought his finger to his lips in a shushing motion. With his other hand he pointed at his aunt.

Susie, wearing only a sheer muscle shirt, leggings and fur trimmed mules, glanced at his naked aunt. She tried to sleep. However, she longed to feel John in her again.

"What the hell is going on?"

He gave her an abbreviated version of the night's events. Susan's eyes were wide with wonder. In the afterglow of their lovemaking, they often talked about how sex with others might feel.

"Shit, baby! I got horny again and came over for some of this amazing cock."

Susie reached through the crusted slit on John's boxers and extracted his cock. Even as he protested, she sat on his bed next to his sleeping aunt and began to suck his cock.

John's eye rolled to the ceiling. Even for an 18 year old, the night's activities were straining his ability to perform. He had come twice already, once in his aunt's mouth and the other time in her pussy. Though hard, he knew it would take a lot for him to cum again.

Toni swam back to semi consciousness. As though in a dream, she saw a young White woman sucking an enormous Black cock. It was as though she were watching a porn movie. Instead of the woman being blond with huge fake tits, this one had much smaller ones and red hair. Her rigid coral nipples were small and hard. She rolled to her side, reached around, and squeezed Sue's tits.

Susie jumped and let John's cock drop from her mouth when she felt Toni's hand squeeze her tit. Wide eyed she looked from the hand stroking her tit from base to tip to John's aunt with her heavy lidded eyes to John's face.

"Aunty," John whispered, "stop!"

"Mmmm fuck that feels good," Susie said lying back on the bed.

Toni got on all fours and took Susie's nipple in her mouth. As she sucked and nibbled lightly at the nipple, she grasped the other and repeated the massage of it from base to nipple, pulling the nipple as she reached it. Her only female experiences were the time with her sister in the driveway and one sweaty encounter in her dorm room. However, she knew what she liked and she assumed another woman would like the same thing.

"Mmmm tastes good," she slurred.

Toni continued massaging one tit as she moved up and kissed Susie in the hollow of her neck. She ran her tongue wetly up her chin and across her lips. Then she lay on top of Susie, gripped her face firmly in each hand, and kissed her passionately, her tongue probing deep into the startled aroused teen.

"Susie, Aunty! You two must stop! Mom might be awoke."

"Mmmmm!" groaned Susie.

Bug eyed, John watched his aunt's hand move between her and Susie. Her fingers slid over Susie's slick sex with the index finger sliding into her steamy crevice. He glanced down and saw his aunt humping Susie's thigh, covering it in wetness. Resigning himself to the inevitable, he braced himself over the two women and ran his tongue between his aunt's large full ass. His tongue poked at her musty anus.

Toni was in a confused fog. Images of pornographic movies crawled across her mind. They mixed with long ago images of she and her sister then more current images of being fucked by an enormous cock.

She began kissing her way down the red haired woman's body, as her college roommate did her. As she did she turned slowly until finally her head was buried between twin pink thighs and her needy pussy was above the woman's face. She hissed as she felt the woman take the first tentative lick.

Susie was on sexual overload. She had never had a woman touch her like John's aunt did. It at once frightened and aroused her. She marveled when she saw her lover tongue his aunt's ass. An orgasm shook her body as his aunt deeply finger fucked her.

As she took her first lick of a woman's pussy, she could see John tongue fucking his aunt's anus. she leaned in and French kissed his aunt's pussy, reveling in the creamy wetness.

"I love this taste," Susie giggled.

"Want to try something?"

John stood up behind his aunt. He could hear the slurping sound as she licked Susie. He knelt on the head of the bed with Toni's head between his legs.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to fuck you while Aunty licks your pussy."

Toni was dimly aware of bodies on and around her. For one of the few times in her life she was tasting another woman's pussy. She groaned as she felt a tongue invade her needy hole. Toni reached up and wrapped her arms around the large succulent ass above her. She pulled the woman closer.

John knelt over his aunt with her head between his thighs. His balls brushed her forehead and nose as he positioned himself behind Susie. Between his legs, he could see Toni's tongue probing Susie's pussy. He groaned as his tool slipped effortlessly into Susie's aroused hole.

"Oh, my god! That feels amazing! I can feel your aunt's tongue licking my clit while your cock is filling me!"

"Oh fuck! Her tongue is licking the underside of my cock as I slide in and out of you."

"Sweet Jesus, John! That feels so unbelievable! I can feel you in me, filling me while your aunt is tonguing and sucking my clit! I can't stop cumming!"

"I'm going to cum, baby! I'm going to cum," John moaned.

Under him, Toni watched the vein pulse as it pumped his seed into Susie's pussy. She reached up and pulled it out. She caught the last squirts in her mouth. With her nephew's juice running down her chin, she passed out again.

John and Susan turned in the bed and lay side by side next to each other. They cuddled as they came down.

"I need to get home. It's getting light outside."

"Okay! I'm exhausted. I need to get upstairs in the den before my mom gets up."

Chapter 8

Three nights later Chrissie lay in bed next to her snoring husband. Her finger drew small circles around her engorged clit. She was so horny her head buzzed. Her body hummed with its need for sex. Watching Toni suck John off, her mouth overflowing with his juice was the trigger. It caused her to first lick her son's dripping cock. Then when he tongued her pussy while helping her up the stairs, she was ready to explode when Toni's fall interrupted them. She could almost feel his tongue now probing her needy hole.

Fuck! What is going on with me? I have never been this horny!

The baby was particularly restless. she moved to one side and balled up, causing her discomfort. She caressed her belly until the baby relaxed. Chrissie sat up on the side of the bed. A thin sheen of perspiration covered her body. She stood and shucked off her sweat soaked nightgown. As she walked past the dressing mirror on her way to the bathroom for the umpty umpth time, she glanced at her misshapen body.

He denied it, but she believed her husband did not want to have sex with her because of the way she looked. When she mentioned it to Toni, she poo pooed the idea. She had read that some men are concerned about hurting the baby.

After she peed the act of patting her pussy dry caused shivers to run up her spine. Dear god! I need some cock! She thought about what until then was the unthinkable. She thought about her son's cock. She fantasized about it filling her pussy like it filled her sister's mouth.

She wondered how it would feel. How would that enormous cock, her son's cock feel in her pussy?

Chrissie struggled to her feet. Slowly, ponderously she walked out of the en suite bathroom and through the bedroom. She held her hand under her belly as she walked down the hall toward the stairs. Clad only in her drenched panties, she stared down the seemingly interminable stairs.

This is insane! I need to take my fat ass back to bed.

Instead she grasped the bannister and made her way slowly down the stairs to the kitchen. She was drenched in sweat as she made her way from there down the stairs to her son' room in the basement. She stood at the bottom of the stairs looking at her son, at the flesh of her flesh. At the man she wanted to fuck.

He lay on his back nude. His cock was rigid, pointing at the ceiling. Chrissie shook her head as she wondered why God blessed young men with the hormones to get hard even in their sleep. She walked over to where he slept. She sat down slowly, ponderously on the edge of his bed. The baby chose that moment to kick, causing her to jump.

As she caressed her belly with one hand, Chrissie took her son's cock in the other. He groaned but did not wake up as she ran her finger over his slit. Soon slick drops of his pre cum coated her finger.

She shivered as she took the precum covered finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. She could taste the virility of his potent teenage cum. Its aroma filled her nose. Its taste caused her head to spin.

I shouldn't, she thought! I shouldn't!

Even as she mentally admonished herself, she bent forward and took her son into her mouth. Her body quaked with arousal as she felt the thick tube slide into her mouth. Her pussy spasmed and squirted as her son's hard but pliant cock bumped into the entrance to her throat. She hiccupped. A trick she learned to open her throat and let a cock slide into her throat. But he was too big! She gagged and pulled back, saliva running out of her mouth and down her chin.

John struggled to wake up. He dreamed he was getting an incredible blowjob. His hand reached out and touched the head of the person sucking his cock. He opened his eyes, expecting to see Susie's red hair framing her coppery skin.

Instead he looked into his mother's grey lust filled eyes. He saw his mother's thin lips sliding up and down his glistening pole. He raised up on one elbow. For a moment mother and son held each other's eyes.

"Mom, that feels amazing...just like I knew it would!"

Chrissie slowly pulled her head back. She licked the head and smiled up at her son as she slowly stroked his tool.

"So now you are going to tell me you knew I was going to come suck you," Chrissie said as she took him back in her mouth. The feeling of his cock in her mouth was amazing. She could feel her pussy bubbling juices.

John sat up. He took his mother's head in both his hands. He began to fuck his mother's mouth slowly, powerfully. "No, mom! I didn't know. But I hoped you would.

Chrissie managed to get on all fours while her son pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. Waves of lustful feelings washed over her body. She had to have him in her! She grasped his hands and pulled them from her head.

"We don't have a lot of time. Your father might wake up any minute and miss me."

John's eyes flicked up, staring at the ceiling. For a moment, he forgot the risk involved in what they were doing.

9

Chrissie walked forward on her hands and knees until she straddled her son. "There are only a few ways we can have sex with me this far into my pregnancy. I want to try one I read about." And never could get your father to try!

Chrissie sat up on her knees. She placed her hand on her son's shoulders for balance. She smiled as his hands shot out and grasped her waist. With his help, she managed to get her legs spread around his body while sitting in his lap. Between them her son's cock bobbed.

"Now lift me up and put it in. This way there won't be any pressure on my belly or the baby."

John pushed his cock down while his mother pulled up, using his shoulders for support. He positioned the head of his cock at his mom's entrance. They both groaned loudly as she slid down his tumescent pole.

"Oh fuck! Mom that feels incredible!"

"Tell me about it," Chrissie moaned. She lay her head on her son's shoulder. Between them her belly pressed against his.

John's slipped his hands palm up under his mother's behind. He helped her raise up as he slowly thrust into her pregnant pussy.

"Mom, your...!" He struggled to find a word.

"My pussy...," Chrissie volunteered, "your mother's pussy. Say it!"

Chrissie was caught up in the sheer illicitness of what they were doing. She was more than 8 months pregnant. Her son's large dick was filling her hole. Her husband was upstairs sleeping. It was so nasty! Right out of an incest story! Only it was happening. She was fucking her son!

"Your pussy, mom! Your pussy feels so...different! It seems to be...stronger, your contractions more intense."

The sloshing sounds filled the air as mother and son fucked. Chrissie felt the baby move. You like that, little one? You like feeling your brother's cock.

Chrissie wrapped her arms around John's neck. She really could not move up and down too much so she slid back and forth. The baby kicked as her pussy contracted and she began cumming.

"Oh Fuck, baby! Momma is cumming!"

"I can feel it, mom! I can feel your pussy gripping my cock. Oh Fuck! Oh fuck! So good!"

Mother and son undulate as they came together. Chrissie could feel his sperm squirting deep in her, splashing against her cervix.

"Fill, momma up, baby! Fill her up! Feed your little sister!"

Chrissie and John embraced tightly. They were sharing a special moment. The three of them, mother, son and unborn daughter were sharing bodily fluids.

They sat for a moment, Chrissie's head on her son's shoulders. His arms wrapped around her waist. Between them her belly pressed against his. John kissed his mother's shoulder.

"Sooo," he said devilishly, "how many other positions can a pregnant woman do?"

Chrissie leaned back and laughed. "There are a few more." She paused for a moment. Her expression grew more serious. "So you don't feel strange for fucking your mother?"

"Mom, I have done it dozens of time in my mind. The only thing different is I never thought it would feel this good!"

Chrissie looked deep into her son's eyes. She saw love. "Okay! If you'll help me up, I'll show you another position for pregnant sex."

With difficulty, Chrissie, with her son's help managed to stand by the side of the bed. Just as she was about to explain about a different position for pregnant sex, her water broke.

"Mom! What happened? Are you okay?"

Bemused, she looked at the large wet spot on the floor. "My water just broke! Your little sister is ready to come into the world!"

John bounded to his feet. He grasped his mother's shoulders. "I'll go get dad!"

"NOO!" Chrissie screamed. "You have to at least get me upstairs to the kitchen. Otherwise we are going to have a long difficult talk with your father about why I was here when my water broke.

Chapter 9

"So what did the doctor say?"

Chrissie cradled her two month old baby in her arms. Her large milk filled tit was exposed while the baby nursed.

"Put your eyeballs back in their sockets, John!" Both women looked at the goggle eyed 18 year old watching his mother breast feed.

"The baby is just fine! Doctor says he and I are healthy." Toni was 8 weeks along in her pregnancy

"So it's not going to have three eyes or two heads or something?"

"WHAT!?"

"Sit down, John! Your mother is joking."

"Has Al accepted you being pregnant?"

"Kinda sorta! He refers to it as the night we fucked up and I got pregnant. Not we made a baby But that's Al!"

"He doesn't suspect that..." Chrissie tilted her head toward her son.

"That John is the father? No! But the DNA tests confirmed it."

"Mom! Auntie Toni! You two talk about me like I'm not here!"

Toni leaned over and kissed her nephew on the lips. "I'm sorry, baby! Your mother and I get so few chances to talk now. What with the baby and all. "

John reached over and caressed his aunt's belly. The three of them shared the secret of what happened the night Toni go pregnant. They made John swear to tell no one.

Chrissie watched as her sister leaned back in the chair so John had better access to her belly. She could see the fullness in Toni's belly and face that signaled her pregnancy. John pushed Toni's t-shirt up and leaned over and kissed her belly.

"You getting enough baby batter to feed that child?"

"Al still fucking me like a cow shitting in the road...a plop here and a plop there. But my nephew here has been keeping me well fucked and the baby well fed."

John felt the heat rise in his face. It felt strange to be sitting at the kitchen table watching his mother breast feed while discussing his aunt carrying his baby. He recalled feeling overwhelmed when Aunt Toni told him. He thought he was going to pass out.

Chrissie smiled at her son watching her breast feed his sister. "You want a taste?"

"Christina! What the hell are you saying?"

"I'm saying if my son wants to use my other tit, he's welcome."

Toni looked from the father of her child to her sister. They seemed awful comfortable around each other.

"You sure you two ain't fucking?"

Mother and son stared at each other and smiled. "Ya'll ARE fucking! What the fuck?"

"Toni, it just happened twice! Once the night before the baby was born and another time when he was watching me pump milk for the baby."

"Gurl, aside from the fact that you cheating on your husband, you just had your six week check up. You wasn't supposed to have sex until then."

"Bitch, I KNOW we ain't going to have a discussion about cheating! Not since it was MY son who knocked you up."

"Okay! Okay! I was just saying! I was not being judgmental."

John was embarrassed. His mother and aunt were calmly discussing having sex with him. It felt weird.

However, a lot changed since that first night. He and Susan continued their relationship. Like most teenagers they assumed it would last forever. Since that first night, he and his aunt had sex as often as they could. He even watched Toni and Susan make love again. It was the hottest thing her ever saw.

As his mother and aunt chatted, he recalled the one other time he fucked his mother.

Chapter 10

He came upstairs for a soda and his mother was standing at the sink pumping breast milk into sterile bags for the baby. She and his father were going out to dinner. He and Susan were babysitting. He stood for a moment watching her. "If you want to watch, come closer."

"I...I...just...uh.."

"Come on! You gona be a daddy yourself. You may as well learn what's involved."

John walked slowly over. He watched as the electric pump fill the sterile bag. "Does it hurt?"

"No! It's feels a lot like the baby suckling."

Entranced, he watched as Chrissie transferred the pump to the other breast. "I should've got that two breast pump. It's faster. I told your aunt she should."

"Does it taste like regular milk?"

"Not really! It's thin, kind of watery. Your father says it taste like whatever I have been eating."

"Dad sucks...! I mean he...! Never mind!"

"Yes, your father likes to suck my milk. I'm expressing more than the baby really needs because he sucks so much."

Chrissie smiled devilishly at her son. Since they fucked when she was damn near nine months pregnant, they relationship changed. They were still a loving mother and son. However, that first mind blowing fuck enhanced the emotional part of their relationship. "Want to taste it?"

"Could I?" Despite the fact that he was in intense sexual relationships with his aunt and his girlfriend, Susan, he was still a relatively inexperienced boy.

"Come around to the other side." Chrissie undid the last buttons on her robe. Self consciously, she glanced down at her body. She still carried the baby weight. Most of the weight was in her belly and hips. When she saw her naked body in her dressing mirror, she reminded herself of a big brown teddy bear...with huge milk filled tits! She thought she looked horrible!

The fact that the workings of her body fascinated her son was affirming. It said she still had appeal to men, even if it was her son. She took a long sibilant breath as he took her engorged nipple in his mouth. He was tentative at first. Then as her breast flooded his mouth with milk, he suckled eagerly. She brought her hand up and caressed his head.

It felt different somehow. When the baby suckled, she felt a warmth, a tenderness. She saw breastfeeding as an extension of the birth cycle. Her body was still providing nourishment. However, when her husband, and now her son, suckled, she felt it in her pussy.

She felt her pussy flood as John's hand caressed her breast. She was aware but uncaring when she felt his other hand slip under her silk robe and touch her bare ass. She knew she should make him stop. She was becoming aroused. If it continued, she knew what would happen.

"Baby, we should stop! Your father is right upstairs."

John swallowed his mouthful of breast milk. His index finger found his mother's crevice. He ran it up and down her swollen lips.

"He is in the shower. We have until the shower stops."

John stepped behind his mother. He pushed her in her back, bending her over the kitchen sink.

Is this what it's going to be like, she thought? Will I be servicing two men from now on?

"Baby, don't! It's too dangerous!" She knew her plea was weak and unconvincing as she bent over the sink. She groaned as she felt her son's enormous cock slide effortlessly into her hole.

As he began the slow measured strokes they both had come to love, she turned her head and stared at the steps. At any minute Dre could come down the steps. The fear of being caught, of being seen intensified the spasmings in her pussy. She was becoming an exhibitionist. Secretly she wanted to be seen being a slut for her son.

As John thrust powerfully into her, she felt him swell and begin filling her with his seed, she knew had not started birth control yet. What if she got pregnant? She smiled as she thrust back against her son's cock, reveling in the squishy feeling in her hole. What if, she thought.

THE END

339 A Lovers' Tale

Schaka

An abused woman finds love and redemption in the arms of her son.

This story contains oral, vaginal, and anal sex. It explores themes that may be disturbing to some.

A light cold mist fell, as I enveloped my shivering petite mother in my arms. I could feel her small breasts heave as she cried into my chest. Even in this moment of shame, her closeness is arousing. My hand slips down her side to her slim hip. I gently pat her behind. Through her tears, she looks up at me and smiles wanly.

My father stands stolidly off to one side. Like our lives for the past several years, he is at once a part of our tableau and distant from it. His sallow skin reeks of the rotgut whiskey that is his addiction. It is that addiction, and his penchant for likeminded whores, that is causing our humiliation. We were being evicted. In the space of ten years we devolved from a spacious home in an upscale suburb to a crammed bungalow to this vermin infested hovel in a crime ridden area of the city.

Through it all my mother stood by him. She endured the lost weekends when he went on drunken benders. She rationalized the cheap lipstick she scrubbed off his shirts and underwear. She excused his boorish behavior to our family and friends.

She even took a job cleaning rooms at the local no tell motel to make ends meet. Her ride to work meant taking two busses and a train. It took an hour and half each way. Yet she persevered. The stress took a physical and mental toll on her. She began walking with the slight stoop and downcast eyes of a person who has lost confidence in themselves. Her once stylishly coiffured strawberry blond hair now hung limply to her shoulders.

I seethed with rage as I watched my beautiful mother's spirit broken. I knew it was his failure not hers. It was because of his alcohol addiction that we were reduced to near homelessness.

Mom and I were as close as a mother and son should be. And like most boys, she was the object of my first sexual fantasies. However, our dire circumstances forced an additional closeness on us. It was a closeness brought on by a survivor's instinct. We were as two people stranded on a desert island. We needed each other to survive. We mentally and physically clung to each other in our despair.

By the time I reached 18 years old, my father's drunken verbal and physical abuse had broken my mother's spirit. She developed a nervous stammer and cowered in his presence. Paradoxically, I went through periods where I hated them both. He for abusing my mother and her for taking it.

He was always abjectly apologetic in the days after one of his drunken verbal and physical fusillades. However, the cycle repeated itself. That is until the night my anger overcame my natural respect for my father.

I heard mom's wail from my cramped bedroom in the damp basement. I knew it was my father abusing my mother. Again! A red rage welled in me. Barefoot, clad only in my boxers, I bounded upstairs and threw open the door.

My mother cowered naked on the kitchen floor in a fetal position, her hands and arms raised trying to protect her face. Next to her lay the rags of her old flannel nightgown. My hulking 6' 2", 300 pound father stood over her, his shriveled wet cock hanging limply through the opening in his boxers, his large hand raised to hit her again. Something in me snapped. In a blind rage, I charged across the kitchen floor and tackled him. We fell to the cracked tile floor in a heap with me on top.

I went medieval, pummeling him until he was bloodied and semi conscious cowering on the floor. A red rage clouded my mind and vision. My mother saved me from killing him. She wrapped her slim arms around my waist. She tried to pull me off him. My rage cooled as I felt her warm moist breasts against my back.

"Please Hank! Stop! Stop baby!"

I knelt over my bloody father, my fists still balled, adrenalin flooding my body. I felt her soft kiss on my sweaty back. Her arms circled and gently caressed my abdomen as she cooed soothing words. I felt the scratch of her pubic hair on my thigh.

"You bastard," I growled, "touch her again and I'll kill you."

I stood and stepped back allowing him to rise to all fours. He used the back of a kitchen chair to lever himself to his feet. Blood streamed from his nose and mouth, staining the front of his Carharrt work shirt. One eye was swollen shut.

"You bastard! This is my house. That useless bitch is my wife! Get out!"

Despite mom clinging to me, I swung and punched him in the gut. He explosively exhaled, stumbled backwards and fell against the kitchen door.

"John! Hank! Stop! Please stop!"

Mom stepped around and physically got between my father and me. When dad attempted to move toward us, she raised her tiny hand like a traffic cop halting traffic, her naked butt brushed against me.

"No John! You Leave! You both need some time to cool off."

"Fuck you! Fuck you both!" Dad hurled invective as he snatched open the kitchen door and stormed out.

Sweat streamed down my body, soaking my underwear. As I attempted to follow him, mom turned and wrapped her arms around my waist, her head lay against my belly. Only her clinging to me prevented me from following him.

With the crisis behind us for the moment, mom began to cry uncontrollably. I wrapped my arms around her naked warmth and pulled her tighter to me. As I gently kissed her bruised forehead, her nakedness pressing into my body aroused me.

"I've failed him as a wife. He needs me and I can't help."

"Mom! Stop! You owe him nothing! You have to stand up for yourself!"

I was embarrassed that as she clung to me, I was again aware of the scratch of her pubic hair on my thigh. Even sweaty and bruised, her heady fragrance filled my nostrils.

Mom, looked up at me, her eyes red rimmed and wet. Her gamin like face always reminded me of a young Audrey Hepburn.

"We'd better get cleaned up." As her arms dropped from my waist, she looked down at my semi erect manhood and then quickly turned away.

I watched her still shapely 42 year old behind as she hurried down the hall to the bathroom. She was like a porcelain doll with full womanly hips. They swayed deliciously as she moved.

She returned wearing one of dad's old shirts and carrying towels and the first aid kit. She moistened the towel in the kitchen sink then knelt in front of me. As she washed my scratches and bruises, she made tutting sounds. I flinched as she washed a particularly angry bruise.

For the first time in weeks, a genuine smile played across her face.

"You want mommy to kiss it and make it feel better like she used to." She said teasing me as she dabbed.

I laughed then grimaced as the movement caused me discomfort.

"I don't know! We're both a lot older now. Those magical kisses might not work."

Mom stopped, balled her fists and sat them on her small hips.

"Oh! So now I'm too old," she said in mock anger.

"Mom, you know I didn't say you were too old. You're twisting my words."

She surprised me when she leaned forward and gently kissed the bruise. Her hands left her waist and grasped my waist as she kissed the bruises on my chest. Her kisses were feather light, barely touching my angry bruises.

My cock began to harden as she kissed my lower chest. I felt her freeze then pull back. "Perhaps we should stick with the towels and ointment."

I felt the heat rise in my face. "Mom, I'm..."

She brought one finger to my lips and pressed lightly. "Shush! It does this old girl good to know that at least one man finds her attractive." She looked at me doe eyed. "My hero," she whispered.

My voice squeaked when I tried to speak. I cleared my throat.

"We need to get some ice on your bruises, mom."

I took the towel, rinse it out and filled it with ice from the refrigerator. As I applied cold compresses to mom's bruises, I could see they were turning an angry black and red. She whimpered as my ministration caused her pain.

"I'm such a baby!"

"You are my mommy baby," I whispered as I kissed her forehead. "I...uh...need to open the shirt to clean your other wounds."

She nodded her agreement. My fingers were like thick sausages as I fumbled with the buttons on the shirt. Her eyes were unreadable as they went from my hands unbuttoning the shirt to my face. She blushed when I opened dad's shirt.

Her nipples were hard, erupting from her pink areola like coral erasers. A pattern of bruises covered the area under her small breast, across her small womanly belly pooch to the forest of her reddish pubic thatch.

Despite myself, I was aroused, my cock pressing against the slit in my boxers. I was living a pubescent dream seeing the object of my fantasies partially naked in front of me.

Mom flinched and groaned as I cleaned her bruises. "Should I kiss your bruises to make them better?"

Before she could answer, I leaned down and kissed a particularly angry looking bruise on her abdomen. I felt her trembled as I moved to another lower down bruise, my hand resting on her quivering belly. I was a man possessed! Her heady aroma was like a drug. She grasped my head in both of her small hands, pulling my head away.

"No Hank! No! We...we mustn't! I'd better finish."

"Are you sure you don't want me to kiss your bruises like you did mine?"

For a moment we stared at each other. When mom finally spoke her voice was quiet.

"You know I do! You are my knight in shining armor. But they are things we cannot do!"

"Mom," I said gently, "I understand!"

Her voice was weak, quavering.

"I'm...I'm sorry! I'll take care of the rest. It's not proper for a son to take such intimate care of his mother's body."

Her hands still held mine pressed to her quivering abdomen. I would learn later that our closeness, not the cold compress caused the quivering.

"I don't mind," I croaked. My dick ached from being so hard. I could feel the wet dampness of my precum soaked boxers against my thigh. Mom's face colored as she saw my hardness.

She pulled my hand from her abdomen to her mouth and kissed it again.

"I'm going to bed."

Mom rose, modestly pulling the front of the shirt together and holding it closed with her small delicate hands. My father's huge shirt hung loosely to her ankles. She looked for all the world like a waif, her eyes large, dark and luminous.

"You are not going into HIS room! He will only abuse you again when he comes home."

"I have to," she said sadly, her eyes flicking from my crotch to the floor. "That is my place."

I scooped her feather light body up in my arms. My father's large shirt billowed out, my hands ended up on the bare silken skin of mom's thighs just below her butt.

"No mom! Not tonight! You'll stay in my room where I can protect you."

"No baby! That would not be proper."

She weakly resisted, but I prevailed. She wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her head on my shoulder. The warmth of her breath on my chest sent chills through my body as I carried her downstairs to the only refuge we had.

"I really shouldn't! He will get angry," she murmured as she clung tightly to me.

"Mom, I don't give a damn about him getting angry! And I promise you, if he touches you again, I'll kill him!"

She never returned to her marital bed. Even when dad ultimately returned home. After several days, he launched into a tirade, citing his right to sleep with his wife. When he balled up his fist and attempted to grab my mother, I stepped between them.

"If you touch her...!"

He took a step back and scanned my face with his rheumy eyes.

"Fuck you both,' he growled and skulked off to his bedroom.

In later years, I realized the tableau was almost primeval. I was the young warrior, assuming control of our small tribe. I claimed the old chief's place and woman. When he skulked off to his empty bed, he tacitly accepted my primacy. He could stay. He was still my mother's husband and my father. However, he was no longer the man of the house.

Sleeping with my mother in the small twin size bed was an awkward. It was inevitable that we saw and felt more of each other's bodies than a mother and son normally would. However, over time we grew comfortable seeing each partially dressed, and on a few occasions, naked.

We were not lovers. Not in the physical sense. But we were intimates. At night, we clung to each other in the dank cold of the basement, under ragged blankets and whispered of better times. We cuddled for warmth, mom's small body pressed into mine with my arms around her.

There were difficult moments. Inevitably, I would wake up to my morning wood poked against her small shapely behind. Mom was sanguine about that. She would reach between us and smooth my t-shirt she used for a nightgown. Other times, I would wake to find my large hands covering her small shapely breasts. We both smiled nervously and pretended nothing untoward happened.

Soon we grew accustom to even this nocturnal intimacy. We cuddled without shame. In her sleep, mom would press against my morning wood. Her hands would cover mine cupping her breasts. Again, we were not lovers but intimates.

We never crossed the line into a full blown sexual relationship in the two years since dad and I fought. I wanted too. Sometimes I pressed the issue, dry humping mom's ass while massaging her breasts. Mom would moan, grinding her bare ass against me as I caressed her breasts and pulled on her nipples.

If I tried to enter her, she would scoot away.

"No, Hank! We mustn't! That would be wrong."

"But mom! We both want it!

"We can't, baby! We can't! I am your mother and your father's wife. We cannot commit incest and make a cuckold of your father. I think too much of him to betray him like that"

We shared what some might consider an unusually intimate relationship for a mother and son. It would take the humiliation of homelessness to push us into the ultimate taboo.

My thin cotton dress was moist from the mist, as the sheriff's deputies stacked our belongings on the curb. Our neighbors peering through their windows exacerbated the humiliation. After years of financial setbacks, punctuated by stints in alcoholic rehabilitation for my husband, John, we were losing our last refuge. I hated the place with its vermin and grimy windows. It was, however, our gathering place, our cave sheltering us in a hostile world. I buried my face into the only safe place left, the crook of my son's strong arm.

It had finally come to this. We are homeless. Despite what my son tells me, I know it's my fault. I tried to be a good wife, to be supportive of my husband. My failure to be a good enough wife has brought us to this. After 25 years of marriage, with the lone exception of my loving son, we have lost everything.

The fact that I cling to Hank instead of my husband in this moment of stress and humiliation says a lot about the state of my marriage. I have failed in my wifely duties. I stand apart from the husband I failed and shamefully seek the comfort of my son's arms.

Hank and I grew closer after he and John had a big confrontation a few years back. John came home drunk, reeking of whiskey. I was unable to sleep, worried that he might come to harm. I was sitting in the kitchen in my flannel nightgown when he finally stumbled in.

Relieved, I stood and went to him to greet. He reeked of stale alcohol and cheap perfume. He turned his head away as I stood on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He placed his large rough hands on my shoulders and pressed me to my knees.

I knew what he wanted. I did it often. It was my duty. Our entire sex life was me giving him blowjobs. It was nearly ten years since we had any other sex. I did not mind. Not really! My religious upbringing said I was his helpmate.

I sucked hard, trying to get him an erection. I really tried. My jaws ached from my efforts. He finally pushed me away and slapped me across my face.

"You useless bitch! You can't even suck a cock!"

He grabbed my nightgown in the collar lifting me off the floor. The cheap material ripped and I fell to the floor naked. I saw stars as my head bounced off the floor. John tossed the ragged remains aside. I lay in a fetal position as he rained blows on my body. I must have screamed for him to stop. I don't really recall. The blow to my head when it hit the floor left me groggy and disoriented. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, I heard an animal howl. John let out an explosive exhale and went flying across the kitchen.

Through a red haze, I saw Hank take John to the floor. He straddled him and pummeled his head and body. John tried to fight back but at 6' 1" 210 pounds, my 18 year old son was younger and stronger. The ferocity of his attack was at once frightening and, shamefully, arousing. The two men in my life were fighting over me. Thinking back, that was the first time I saw Hank as man who was also my son. At some visceral level, I knew I was the prize to the winner.

My nipples were painfully hard. I felt a tightness in my chest and wet a warmth between my legs. It was shameful. My son and my husband were fighting and I was getting aroused. Naked, I struggled to all fours. The warmth in my sex permeated my body.

Even as I feared he might do mortal harm to his father, I watched my virile son protect me. My heart beat faster. Not with fear now, but at how the muscles in his arms, bare back and sinewy thighs moved as he defended me. His ear length dark hair wetly framed his face as he pummeled John. His face, twisted in rage, excited me.

I shook myself out of my disgraceful reverie. I crawled to where they fought and wrapped my arms around Hank's back trying to pull him off his father. As my face was pressed into his sweating body, his intoxicating animal like scent invaded my nostrils.

"Please baby! Stop before you kill him! Please!"

It was not my strength but my Hank's acquiescence that caused him to stop beating his father. Breathing heavily, Hank rose to his knees. John cowered on the floor. He had pulled himself into a fetal position with his arms protecting his face.

I will never understand the impulse that made me kiss Hank's sweaty back. As he stood, I stood with him, my nude body pressed into his back. My arms, wrapped around his waist, felt the ripple of the hard muscles of his abdomen as he stood. I could feel the back of his thigh on my sex. I shivered, my pussy wet with my unconscionable lust for my son. His perspiration moistened the front of my body.

Shameful sensations coursed through my body as I clung to my son. My nipples ached from being so hard for so long. The acrid odor of his perspiration filled my nostrils. It excited me and involuntarily I pressed my privates against his thigh.

After John left, over my half hearted protest, my son scooped me up and carried to his bedroom in the basement. I never left.

Since then, John stays out days at a time drinking and I sleep in Hank's room. I constantly worry about what might happen to him on one of those benders. His sallow skin and labored breathing suggest he is not well. He has begun to not bathe. He only shaves sporadically. I know it's wrong. However, I am happy that at night I now inhale my son's manly fragrance instead of my husband unwashed body or smell his fetid breath.

I know it's wrong to be this close to my son. I know polite society would condemn the fact that I sleep in my son's bed caressed by his strong youthful arms. However, what am I to do? In his arms is the one place I feel safe and loved.

At first, it was disconcerting to wake up wrapped in his arms with his hand cupping my breast and his erection pressed against my behind. My Christian upbringing reinforced by memories of my bible thumping parents, screamed at the impropriety. I rationalized our intimacy. I accepted the impropriety.

Shamefully, there were nights I awoke to the feel of his tool between my ass cheeks dry humping me. Over time, I returned his sexual overtures, grinding my ass against him. Sometimes I felt the steel of his rod sliding through my engorged vaginal lips. I shivered at the intimacy. I drew the line at penetration. I'm not sure why. I wanted to.

Now, as the deputies stack our few meager possessions on the curb, his strong arms envelope me. They provide a physical and emotional barrier to the elements and our humiliation. Even now, with my world falling apart, I feel safe in his embrace. I am comforted when his hand slides familiarly over my hip and pats my behind. Often over the years I have sought validation and comfort from him. He is my bulwark against the abuse John has heaped on us. In those ways, he is more of a man than his father. He can accept and show affection.

This closeness, this emotional dependence has led to behavior some might find questionable. My only defense is the old one about walking a mile in my shoes. Spend 25 years in the emotional desert created by a distant abusive husband and you will seek comfort wherever you can. Perhaps we have touched each other inappropriately. Initially, it never went further than that.

I could feel mom's small breasts press against my chest as she clutched my forearm, her fingers flexing on my arm in her anguish. During our slide from a semblance of prosperity to a scant step above homelessness, she and I grew closer. We were always close in the mother/son sense. However, the financial calamity that befell us when dad's drinking finally cost him his job, also made us confidants.

After our confrontation, dad was rarely home. Those days were a relative heaven. He became the outsider who infrequently intruded on our meager existence. We tacitly accepted he had a slim hold on our lives.

Over mom's strenuous objections, I quit college and got a job working evenings at Burger Heaven. Many nights after working 10-12 hour shifts flipping burgers, mom and I would sit across from each other at the kitchen table and talk, I in my boxers; she in her thin flannel nightgown.

"Mom, you should leave him. He is never here anyway. You and I could find a place together."

"He needs me, Hank! I know you can't remember, but he was once a loving husband and father."

My anger welled in me as I slapped my hand on the worn cracked Formica of the kitchen table.

"He is an abusive drunk," I screamed, and if he hurts you again, I'll kill him."

Mom stood and walked around the table. She stepped behind me and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her head is next to mine, her soft cheek pressed against mine. Her closeness calms me.

"Don't do that, Hank! If you do, they will take you away and I will have nothing."

We loaded the van with all we could. The heavier items Hank and John stacked to the front to balance the weight. The leaf springs on the old truck were in bad shape. What we could not take would be soaked by the persistent light shower and be worthless. When we finished loading as much as we could, Hank walked to the back and opened the cargo doors.

A small bench seat filled the back. His old truck was once a classy custom van with carpeted walls and mood lighting. It sported two captain's chairs in the driver's cabin and two more behind that. The rear bench seat folded down into a bed.

"I'll drive," dad said, his voice slurred.

"John, you've been drinking."

"I'm the man of this house," he said, his arm loosely waving at the place we were being evicted from.

"if you were more of a man, she would be sleeping with you. Not hiding from you in the basement."

"Hiding! Hiding!" My father's voice was derisive, his large meaty finger stabbed at the air. "I know what you are doing down there! It's sick! I should tell those deputies and see what they do about it!"

"Stop it! John, you drive. But you are a sick bastard if you believe what you are suggesting. Hank, help me into the truck."

"Why the hell are you going to sit back there?"

"Because, John, you and I have nothing to talk about."

"You skinny bitch! I suppose you are going to blame this on me too."

"Mom! Dad! Please! The situation is bad enough without you two fighting."

"Well fuck you then!"

"I may as well fuck myself. It's been years since you touched me. You're too much in love with the bottle and the sluts you pick up at the bar."

Something snapped in me. I'm not sure what it was. I loved my husband. However, somehow I still loved him but I felt different about him. I had tried to help him. I really had.

I was proud of her. She stood up to my father. However, to short circuit their argument, I scooped mom up and deposited her in the back of the van.

My hands caressed her warm bare legs as her short dress rode up on her thighs. She was as light as a feather. As I deposited her in the van, her skirt flew up, revealing her pink panties with the blue sunflowers. Dad snorted, turned, and walked to the driver's side door. He snarled at me when I saw him take a pull on a bottle of rotgut he secreted in the van.

Mom was sitting with her back against the carpeted wall of the van crying. Her skirt was still up.

"Nice girls sit like ladies," I teased, trying to lighten her mood.

She smiled through her tears. Then she straightened her skirt.

"Who told you I was a nice girl." She smiled through her tears.

For a moment, we held each others eyes. Then I climbed into the van and closed the cargo doors.

Boxes and suitcases filled the floor between the seats. Our pitiful few clothes were draped over the captain's chairs. From the back of the van, dad was clearly visible. If he turned his head, he could see us. I sat against the opposite carpeted wall with my legs spread. Mom sat opposite me with her legs between mine and crossed at the ankle. The hem of her skirt pulled up to mid thigh, revealing her satiny slim legs and thighs.

We both looked toward the front as father yanked the truck in gear and sped off. In front of us was an uncertain future. The manager at the motel where mom worked agreed to let us have a room. Behind was the evidence of our destitution piled haphazardly on the curb in the quickening rain.

"Here mom! Wrap yourself in this blanket until we get to the motel and we can change out of these wet clothes."

Instead of taking the blanket, mom leaned forward and got on all fours. She crawled the few feet to me, turned and sat down with her back against me.

"Cover us both! Our body heat will keep us warm."

After I covered us with the blanket, mom found my hands and placed them on her abdomen. Then she lay against my chest, her head turned to one side watching dad's back.

I arranged for us to stay in the motel where I worked. The manager was sympathetic to my circumstances. However, he could only give us one room and that for only a few days. The three of us would be cramped into that one room.

We had made no plans past that. Sleeping in the van was not an option, it was filled with our stuff. A homeless shelter was a possibility.

Long ago, I read a travel voucher about California. In the hills above Monterey Bay, in the Santa Cruz mountains, there was an enclave called the Misty Valley. The brochure said it was a private community of technical professionals and artists. It went on to say the residents led an alternative life style and were fiercely independent. My heart ached for that live and let live life style, to be free of my life's entanglements.

There are times when you never really decide to do something. It just happens. I read somewhere that our individual life experiences accumulate and move us in a given direction. My decision was like that, an accumulation of experiences.

As Hank watched perplexed, I turned and straddled him.

"Cover us with the blanket."

"What are you doing, mom?"

I held my finger to my lips and nodded at John driving.

As Hank leaned to wrap the blanket around us, I took his face in my hands and kissed him. It was a soft kiss. A lingering kiss. He sighed as my tongue probed his lips seeking entrance.

Our tongues played as we gave ourselves up to the passion of the kiss. I felt my son's hands tremble as he lifted the hem of my dress. I shivered as his large hands grasped my ass.

"Push your pants down," I whispered in his ear. I could feel his delicious hardness pressing against the wet gusset of my panties.

"Are you sure, mom?" He nibbled at my earlobe as he whispered to me.

Unable to speak because of my nervousness at what we were about to do, I could only nod my head. I rose to my knees and let him struggle down his pants and underwear. I reached between us and for the first time held my son's cock in my hands.

It was a thing alive, hard and pulsing yet pliant to my touch. With my other hand, I pushed the gusset of my panties to the side. We giggled nervously, stealing furtive glances at my husband's back as I took several attempts to get his tool positioned at my hole. Our foreheads touched as, for the first of countless times, my son's cock entered my pussy.

I could feel him pulsing in me as we kissed. I wrapped my arms around his neck. We held each other's eyes as I slowly slid back and forth, relishing the feel of him in me.

The van was caught in slow moving traffic. I saw John place the whiskey bottle to his lips, toss his head back and take a long draught. A torrent of emotion rushed through me as began to move up and down on Hank's cock. He was large but not overly so. His father may have been larger. However, he touched parts of me that had not been touched in years.

My climax came quickly. I'm not sure if it was the passion of the moment, the illicitness of our incestuous act or years of denial. I came hard with my face pressed into my son's shoulder. I sank my teeth into his shoulder as my body quaked with the release of my pent up need.

What we did was wrong. I accept that. As my son's cock pulsed in my spasming pussy, I did not care. I did not care what society thought about incest. I was fucking the man I loved and who loved me.

The van lurched to a stop. A blast of cold air hit us as John lowered the window to curse the driver in the car next to us. I could feel Hank's cock pulsing in me as we stopped making love.

"Mom, He is too drunk to drive. He could get us killed."

"I know baby! I know!" I felt tears run down my face.

"What's wrong?"

"I wanted this moment to be special." For perhaps the first time, I looked at my husband with not quite hate but a strong distaste.

My gaze flicked from my son's face to the back of my husband's head as he drove. A part of me wanted him to turn and look back, to see us. I wanted him to know that his son replaced the emptiness in my heart and in my pussy.

I felt no horror at the forbidden act we were committing. I reveled in my son filling me with his manhood. I felt like a woman, who after a long courtship, finally consummates her love.

I couldn't stop kissing him as I meet his thrust with my own. Forgotten was my husband of 25 years sitting not 15 feet from us cursing the traffic and drinking from his bottle. Even my parents strident warnings about the wages of sin faded. I will pay the price. If an afterlife in Hell is my punishment for fucking my son, then I will enjoy my Heaven on earth.

He fills me so completely. Our movements are like practiced long time lovers. I can feel what he needs and he knows mine. We break our kiss, gasping for air at its length. I wrap my hands around Hank's neck and lean back. I mouth the words, "I love you." What's left of my world has shrunk to the back of this van and my son's cock.

It's almost like a dream. I was making love to my mother. I could feel her sheath flex and massage my cock as she rode me in the back of the van. We are in a world apart, softly thrusting against each other. Then mom trembled again and her pussy tightened, almost pushing me out as she came.

I'm close. I want to fill her with my seed to consummate our love. Mom came again, whimpering.

The van lurches again as my father brakes hard. I need to take over, to save us from his drunken driving.

"Mom! This is awesome! I don't ever want to ever stop! But dad..."

The van lurches again and mom and I look to the front of the van. I can feel her pussy flexing, massaging my cock. Her small nipples are rigid and red with her passion.

My father is not even hiding it anymore. He has the bottle to his lips with one hand on the wheel. The rain has picked up and traffic is crawling.

"Mom, I'd better drive. Dad is in no shape!"

"I know baby," she sighs.

As she rises to her knees, we both look between us at my cock exiting her. Our eyes moved from that to each others eyes. When my swollen cock head finally comes out, we look at each other and, incongruously, giggle.

Hank had not cum. And I so wanted him to. I wanted to feel his seed fill me. However, we did share something so intimate we were sated just by committing the act, by finally crossing that last taboo. I was his now.

I helped Hank slide his underwear and sweatpants on. Before I tucked his cock back in, I kiss it, tonguing the slit.

Somehow, Hank and I convinced John to pull onto the shoulder. Hank opened the cargo door on the van, jumped out and walked up on the driver's side of the still running van. I sat in the back of the van wrapped in the blanket. As I look at my drunken husband draining his whiskey bottle, I could feel my wetness in my panties.

When he opened the door, John fell out to the pavement in a drunken stupor. He was barely coherent as Hank half carried, half walked his bulk to the back of the van. I dropped the blanket and helped roll John into the van.

Hank lifted me in his arms and carried me to the passenger side door. He opened it and sat me in the seat. Then he returned to the driver side and climbed in.

I turn my captain's chair sideways. I feel amazingly free. To my right, the rain falls relentlessly. I could see the seemingly endless line of red brake lights in front of us as the traffic inches along.

To my left, through our pitiful belongings, I see John lying on his back. His eyes are closed. His mouth is open, saliva running down his cheek.

I kneel between the seats. "Pull your pants down."

Hank looks at me then quickly to the back of the van. "Are you sure, mom?"

"I'm sure."

He raises up and I pull his pants down again exposing his cock encased in his underwear. I fish it out and French kiss his slit, sliding my tongue up and down it. For the first time in my 42 years, I taste my pussy juices on my son's cock. It is ambrosia, a nectar of the gods! He is instantly hard. As I take him in my mouth, I watched my husband. I wanted him to wake up. I wanted him to see me sucking our son's cock. I wanted him to know that another man's cock had been in my pussy and now was in my mouth.

Hank's cock is a thing alive! It pulses and throbs in my mouth. The taste of his precum is a sweet nectar. It mixes with my saliva and slides down my throat to my belly. I suck harder. I want him to fill my mouth with his essence. All the while I watch my husband, willing him to wake up.

Hank groans. I feel his cock pulse rhythmically. My son is cumming. He is going to fill his mother's mouth with his hot sticky cum. Even though I have not touched it, my pussy pulses in harmony with Hank's cock. As he fills my mouth and my belly with his sperm, I cum with him.

At the motel, mom directed me to the room her manager rented her. When she opened the door, the view into the room depressed me. The ceiling was water stained. The non-descript wallpaper hung in strips from some walls and was nonexistent in others, the moldy drywall showing through.

Against one wall was a freestanding face bowl with a rust streak under the faucet where water dripped. The shower was merely a cubicle placed in the corner adjacent to the face bowl as though it was an afterthought. The grimy shower door hung by one hinge.

On the far wall opposite the face bowl, the motel manager had placed two twin beds adjacent to each other. The size of the room meant that you had to turn sideways to move between the beds.

"Hopefully the shower works," I said as I sat our battered suitcases on the floor. "I'll go get dad."

I was surprised when she turned and grabbed me around the waist.

"Hank, I'm sorry for what happened back there in the van. I...I...just feel so lonely sometime."

I embraced her, holding her slim body to mine. Even damp from the rain, her hair had a heady aroma. I kissed the top of her head then pushed her back and held her at arm's length.

"Mom, the only regret I have is I couldn't lick you and return the favor. I can't wait to taste you."

She giggled like a school girl, bringing one small hand to her mouth. "Promise," she giggled.

I watched Hank duck walk John into the room. They both were soaked by the rain and the perspiration of their exertions. John is semi coherent. He leered at me and reached out. I shied away, repulsed now by his advances. He no longer has a right to my body.

Hank dropped his father, fully clothed, into the bed by the far wall. I felt a thrill shoot through my body as I realized Hank and I would sleep right next to his drunken father.

"Where the fuck we at," John asks drunkenly, trying to rise from the bed.

"Home, John," I answered, "YOU are home."

I watched as he rolled to his back and started snoring.

Hank's strong arms enveloped me. I leaned my head against his broad chest.

"We'll have to take short showers," I said nodding my head toward the shower. "This place never has enough hot water."

"What about him." Hank pointed at his father.

I looked at my husband. For the first time in our long painful marriage, I saw him for what he was. His dissipation and lack of self esteem brought us to this point. It was not my fault. I knew that now. I supported him in every way a wife could. I did not fail him; he failed me. I did not feel sorry for him. I did not hate him. I was just tired of the constant struggle.

"He's got a skin full. Leave him there."

"We should shower together. Otherwise the hot water might run out before one of us finished showering."

"Are you sure, mom?"

She walked to the shower, turned the water on and adjusted the temperature. I was torn, my eyes moving from her to my father asleep again on the bed.

"Hurry baby, while we still have hot water."

I pushed my rain soaked sweat pants and boxers down in one motion. I walked over to mom and we stepped into the shower together. The hot water was heaven. Mom and I took turns washing each other.

We were as lovers frolicking in the water. I soaped her body lingering over her hairy pussy. Mom moaned and covered my hand with hers.

"I used to keep it shaved. Your father didn't like it. He said it made me look like a prepubescent school girl."

"I'll shave it for you."

Mom looked at dad snoring on the bed. Then she looked back at me.

"I have scissors in my sewing kit," she said pointing at the black zippered bag sitting on top of our luggage.

We rinsed the soap off us and walked naked across the room. ,

Sensuality is one of those words that gets a lot of use. It's used to describe shoes, perfumes, people, etc. I have another use for it. It describes my son first trimming and then shaving my pussy. All of this while his father lay sleep not ten feet away.

First, he had me sit in the lone chair in the room. It was an old wing back with the rolled padded arms. I scooted down in the chair until just my ass clung to the edge of the stained dark cloth. Hank had me spread my legs with one leg on each arm of the chair.

I felt so exposed, so vulnerable. I never had a man, anyone for that matter, have me in such a licentious pose. I must have looked like the women in one of those girly magazines. I felt myself getting wet.

I could see beads of sweat on his forehead. I smiled to reassure him. I wondered in my nervousness whether it looked like a grimace. I closed my eyes. I fought the mental battles of guilt. Guilt at cheating on my husband. Guilt at entering an incestuous relationship with my son. And finally, guilt that my son was kneeling between my wantonly spread legs gently pulling a comb through my tangled mass of pubic hair and trimming it.

I was relieved when he began applying the shaving cream. It covered my wetness. Hank had some difficulty holding my vaginal lips and trimming the hair around there. My copious secretions made them wet and slippery.

Hank's hands were gentle as he rubs the shaving cream into my stubble. The process fascinates me. I lean forward and watch as my son pulls his razor through the foam. It was an incredibly warm moment. A moment of intimacy shared with my partner, lover and son.

Laid bare for the first time since I gave birth, my nether region felt cold. My eyes popped open as I felt the cold shaving foam being applied to my intimate parts. I smiled down at my son shaving me. His sweating face was a picture of concentration, eyes squinting, brow furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line.

When he finished, he leaned down and kissed my pussy lips for the first time. I was like a virgin, shivering at that first kiss. He traced the outline of my vaginal lips with his tongue.

"Do I...taste okay?" I was raised to believe that our private parts were distasteful, something to be hidden. Yet Hank was kissing mine, causing delectable shivers in them.

"Like Ambrosia!"

Mom's pussy was not the first one I licked. However, it was the first one where the taste was as described in the romance novels. Her juices were thick and sweet. They flowed easily dribbling across her ass cheeks and my chin.

I love the licentiousness of her legs in the air held by her hands on her thighs. Her exposing herself like this meant her complete surrender to what now seemed inevitable. Mom gripped my head and pulled me tight to her as she climaxed, her body shaking. The room spins as I drink her ejaculate.

"No fair," I groan as I come down from yet another orgasm. "I have cum many times and you have only cum once."

I gently push his head away and lower my legs from the arms of the chair.

"Mom, I want to be sure you are happy!"

I stood, took his hand in mine and walked the few short steps to the bed. I crawled in bed. Hank followed me.

"Would you think I was a slut if I asked you to do something I always wanted to do?"

I watched a quirky smile play across my son's face.

"But you are my slut, my mommy slut! And my mommy slut can ask me anything."

The short phrase carried a double meaning, a meaning I would come to embrace. I was my son's slut. I would fuck him anywhere, any time he wanted. I would fuck anyone he wanted me to. I was his. My pussy was his. I was his mommy slut.

"I want to 69. I want to feel your cock in my mouth while your mouth pleasures my pussy."

"Turn around."

Mom smiled devilishly at me and turned head to toe. As she walked backwards on her hands and knees, I could see her pussy lips were swollen and beaded with her juices. Her freshly shaved vulva glistened with her wetness. I pulled her slim childlike rump to me, burying my face in her pussy.

"Oh sweet Jesus! I can't believe I denied myself this most delicious of pleasures."

Mom took my cock in her hands and slowly stroked it as I ran my tongue the length of her pussy with the tip of my tongue just inside her labia. Mom groaned and took me in her mouth.

Dad snorted and turned from his back to his side facing us. Spittle drooled from the corner of his mouth down to the paper thin bedspread. I glanced at him but never stopped licking the nectar of my mom's pussy.

I did figure eights with my tongue circling her large swollen clit, crossing her dripping engorged vaginal lips down to her peritoneum and back. Mom ground her pussy into my face. She took my cock out of her mouth and looked back at me.

"Baby, that feels incredible! Don't stop! Please."

I pressed her up off me.

"Never mother, never! I will drink this delicious nectar as long as you want."

He pulled my hips down and teased my pussy with gentle kisses and licks. My... cunt... spasmed. I embraced the word with all of its connotations. I held no reservations about my situation or its implications. Only the copious flowing of my juices embarrassed me.

He was no larger than his father. It was not size I needed. My hand held his tool at the root. The corners of my mouth ached. I gagged as his mushroom head touched the back of my throat.

At that moment John snorted and rolled over. I watched him as I continued sucking Hank's cock. You bastard I thought. I gave you 25 years of my life. The one good thing that came of our marriage is under me now, eating my pussy while I suck his cock.

As my son licked my pussy, I could feel my orgasm building. It started deep within my stomach, radiating throughout my body. I looked over at my husband of 25 years as my son, our son, brought me to a soul shaking orgasm. I saw his eyes flutter open. He stared at us blankly. In his drunken stupor he did not realize that he was watching me place the horns of a cuckold on him. He no longer had a claim on me or my pussy. I screamed as Hank brought me to a soul shaking orgasm.

I could not stop my hips from pumping nor my back from undulating as my body quaked under my son's ministrations. At its peak that same wanton thought came to me. I wanted John to wake up, to see us sucking and licking each other.

I took Hank's cock back in my mouth again. I sucked hard, applying pressure with my lips while my tongue circled his cockhead. I wanted to taste him again. I wanted to taste my son's cum. I wanted it to fill me mouth. I wanted it to feel it slide down my throat into my belly.

I felt my son's body began to tremble under me. His cock swelled in my mouth. His hips began to thrust and he stopped licking me. It did not matter.

His first hard spurt sprayed my tonsils. My mouth filled with his essence as my son shot his seed into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all, gulping it down as fast as I could. I did not want to waste a drop. But it was too much. As Hank's thrusting slowed and his loud moans quieted, I felt his hot juice squirt out of the sides of my mouth. I felt its warmth as it slid down my chin. Still I sucked. Finally, I pulled back. I kissed the head of his cock and collapse on top of him.

With my head laying in the vee created by her legs, I kiss mom's thighs. They were delicious wet with her perspiration and cum. Even as she lay atop me recovering, I can see the whitish liquid seeping from her hole.

We both turn our heads as my dad groans and rolls to his side facing us. His eyes open, flutter and close again

"I haven't cum like that in years."

"Good thing," I teased her, "you would dehydrate yourself."

Mom slaps my thigh. She raises to her knees and turns on top of me. She straddles my waist and wags her finger at me.

"Hey you! Have some respect for your old mother."

I watched as she delicately used a finger to scoop the drips of my cum from her chin. I watch as she licks her fingers clean.

"See? You almost drowned your old mom!"

We laughed as she crawled up and lay in my arms. We cuddled, exchanging soft kisses as we enjoyed the afterglow. In the next bed, dad fully clothed, snored noisily.

"So what do we do now, mom?"

"Oh I don't know! How many positions do you know?" She laughed her hand caressing my chest.

I smacked her butt, eliciting a delightful squeal. "You know what I mean," I laughed. I nodded my head toward my father. "Eventually, he will wake up. Then what happens?"

Mom's tiny hand slid down my belly to my cock, sending chills through my body. As she stroked me she raised on one elbow and looked back at my father.

"Oh I don't know," she said with a wicked gleam in her eye, "let him watch?"

I smacked her butt again. "You know what I mean." My cock, never fully soft, grew erect under mom's hands.

Mom raised to her knees, her ass toward my father. She through one leg over me. She walked forward on her knees until my dick slapped against her lower abdomen.

"That's a concern for tomorrow. Tonight we fuck. I want to feel you in me. I want to feel you fill my pussy. I want to be fucked hard! Tomorrow is a million years away."

She rose up slightly, pressed my tool down and positioned it at her entrance. Her eyes widened as the head of my cock parted her lips.

"Baby, in some way I feel like a virgin, feeling my first cock sliding into me."

I held her hips as she placed her hands on my chest and sank down. I watched her eyes widen. Then her mouth opened in a moue as I filled her.

"Mom, you are so tight!"

"Mmmmm, lets wait a moment for me to get used to you."

We looked between us. I was about halfway into mom. Dad groaned. We glanced at him and giggled. Then she continued sliding down until I was fully in her. She slowly rotated her hips, getting used to me in her.

I had a crazy thought as I lay still, letting my mother set the pace.

"Fuck! Keep doing that! It feels amazing. Can I ask you something?"

"Hank, as long as you don't take your dick out of me, you can ask me anything!"

I began to slowly pump up and down, complementing her rocking motion.

"Should I still call you mom?"

Her eyes were closed. Her mouth open. She began to rise and fall slowly.

"You can call me anything you want." She opened her eyes and looked down at me smiling. I used to love being called dirty names."

I held her hips as I began to thrust harder. Sweat streamed off both of us.

"You'll always be mom...and my mommy slut!"

Mom began to rise and fall faster. I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock.

"Yes, Hank! Yes! Mommy is your slut! I'll always be my son's mommy slut."

Mom threw her head back and let out a loud mournful howl. It continued as her pussy spasmed and came, squirting on my lower abdomen and crotch. Her tight pussy massaged my cock. I groaned and shot my load deep into her.

Breathing heavily, mom collapsed on my chest. After a moment, she raised her head. I leaned up and we kissed.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to stay just like this, with you in me. What was your second question?"

I reached out and cupped her ass, squeezing it. I could feel mom flex her Kegel muscles on my cock.

"Are you on birth control?"

Mom rolled off me. "Get up for a minute."

Confused I scooted up in the bed. Mom turned sideways on her hand and knees facing dad. "Come on baby! Fuck your mommy slut doggy style."

It felt so wicked to feel my son's cock sliding into me while I looked at my sleeping husband.

"Spank mommy baby"

His first slap was tentative "Harder" The room resounded with his ass slap.

"You hot little bitch! Answer me! Are you on birth control?"

"That's right! Talk nasty to me. Treat me like your slut."

He rained slaps on my ass as we rutted. I knew he wanted an answer. I watched John's eyes flutter. They opened briefly. They were unfocused, rolling in their sockets. I pursed my lips and blew him a kiss. He closed his eyes and rolled over, facing the wall.

"No, you sweet dick motherfucker! I'm not on birth control."

The warm California sun warms my naked body. The brochure about the Misty Valley was right. The people of the Misty Valley embraced us when they heard our story. They allowed us to stay. The atmosphere is one of live and let live. We have been here nearly two years. We have never regretted the move.

As I lay here, listening to Hank and our six month old Ashley, splashing in the pool. I can feel the first popcorn like sensations in my belly as our new baby moves for the first time.

Our old life is a distant dream. We made love all night in that filthy motel with my husband, John drunk and sleep in the next bed. Between our epic lovemaking sessions, we had whispered conversations about what we should do.

By dawn, we decided. We showered in the rust stained shower. We made love again. I leaned against the shower wall while the tepid water washed over us as my son, my lover took me from behind. We left John half the money and took the van.

True the house we live in is small and rented. It's has been a struggle. Hank is getting his degree through an online college. In return for working as a teaching assistant, he takes a few classes at UCSC in Santa Cruz. He will finish work on his bachelor's this Fall.

We never heard from John. Periodically, Hank checks the internet for divorce proceeding or death notices. So far he has found neither.

I hear the sounded of naked feet padding on the deck. I open my eyes and Hank is standing over me with Ashley in his arms. His crotch, like mine is shaved. We started shaving after we began frequenting the nude beaches.

"Ash and I are going to have lunch. Do you want some?"

"Yes, please. And you can leave her here."

I sit up and take my wiggly daughter from her father. We plan on at least one more after her brother is born. Life is good and we are loving it..

340 A Mother's Love

Schaka

"Are you okay, Momma?

Jake Callahan, 22, found his forty-six-year-old pregnant mother sitting on her bed staring into the distance. Her sparkling grey eyes were red-rimmed and puffy from crying, her shoulders were slumped, and she was nervously twisting a Kleenex in her hands.

Allison Callahan was lamenting her pregnancy. All she wanted to do was change her birth control prescription. Her doctor either never told her or she forgot that she needed to use some other form of protection until the new pills took effect. She was stunned speechless when she found she was pregnant. Tom, her husband, took it badly, blaming her for changing the course of their lives.

Tom was of little help as her pregnancy progressed. Just as he had 22 years ago when she was pregnant with Jake, he avoided her. He never said it, but she knew he found her swollen body disgusting. The further she advanced in her pregnancy, the less affection he showed her.

"What? Oh, yes, son! I'm fine!"

Allison was not fine. She hated how she looked. Once her body was the envy of other women and the object of lust for men. She was Amazonian in stature, Rubenesque in shape with a 34E bust, slim hips, and a waspish waist. She and Kate Upton had a lot in common.

She hated her pregnant body. Her swollen belly made her feel like a beached whale. Her breasts were like the udders on a dairy cow, full of milk and horribly swinging when she walked. They were near 38 inches when last she bought a bra and were well down the alphabet on cup size, probably G or H. Besides that, her back hurt, her feet were so swollen all she could wear were house slippers, and her husband had not fucked her in weeks. She spent the last hour crying and feeling sorry for herself.

Her son was the one bright light in this otherwise dark time in her life. He cared about her. Unlike his father, he showed no disgust with how she looked. He treated her like she was the sexiest woman in the world.

He was her shoulder to cry on, her confidant and her masseuse. His being there for her, also giving her back, belly, and foot rubs, made her pregnancy bearable. The massages were their twice a week ritual since her twentieth week.

Allison loved the massages and looked forward to them. They were soothing, easing the discomfort in her back, legs, and feet. If she had a concern, it was that the massages were becoming more sensual. Sometimes Jake's hand slid further up her thigh than she thought it should. Other times, while giving her a back rub, his hands touched the sides of her breast.

Even so, she loved the feel of his hands on her body. The gentleness of his touch was something she never experienced with his father. As her husband grew more distant, her relationship with her son grew closer.

Jake sat next to her, put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her to him. To him, she was still the sexiest woman alive. As a teenager, he masturbated with her used panties. His favorite thing was to inhale the musky fragrance of one pair of her panties while stroking his cock with another pair.

Four years at college and numerous lovers, both male and female, cooled his ardor for his mother. However, she was still the benchmark for his girlfriends.

To Jake, his mother was a goddess. Her body was the most sensuous he ever saw. Ogling her breasts jiggling when she walked gave him a hard-on. Her wide hips and swollen belly had him again masturbating with her panties. The intoxicating aroma of her vaginal discharge was sweeter, stronger the further her pregnancy advanced.

Allison felt secure and loved snuggling in his arms. The aroma of his maleness caused her to think back to better times with his father. Back then, Tom couldn't keep his hands off her. They fucked on their first date and never stopped. His was not the first cock she had, but his was the best.

When Tom suggested they explore bringing a third into their marriage bed, she was reluctant. He convinced her that it would only strengthen their commitment to each other. She came to enjoy the feeling of another cock in her hole or, eventually, the taste of another woman's pussy.

When they decided to start a family, she was hesitant to give up what had become a sexually satisfying lifestyle. Again, he reassured her. Again she complied.

The fire began to cool while she was pregnant with Jake. Her husband found her bloated shape offputting. The flame never fully rekindled, even after Jake was born and grew to manhood.

"Jake, do you have time for my massage?"

"Certainly, Momma! Give me a minute to get the oil and light the candles."

"Jake! One more thing!"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"The ...uh...last time few massages have been more sensual than I think is appropriate for a mother and son. You've been getting a little...mmm..handsy."

"Uh! Sorry, Momma!" Jake blushed bright red with embarrassment. A few times, caught up in his lust for his mother's voluptuous pregnant body, his hand slid up his mother's thigh before she stopped him. It was just that touching his mother's body and inhaling the distinctive fragrance of a pregnant woman drove him mad with lust.

Allison patted her son's hand. "It's not your fault alone. Your father should be doing these things for me."

"Maybe when he gets home from his business trip, I could teach him how to give a massage."

"That's not the issue."

She paused, reflecting on the state of her marriage. In some ways, her son was more partner and helpmate than her husband. It was Jake whose face glowed in wide-eyed wonder when he felt the baby move. It was Jake who did silly things like talking to Allison's belly as though he were chatting with the fetus.

"Let's get started," she sighed. She didn't know what she would do if her son weren't there to help.

Jake knelt behind her, poured massage oil into his hands and warmed it by rubbing his palms together. "Momma, lower your robe."

Allison did as he asked. It took several sessions before they were comfortable with her being partially dressed. Now neither gave a thought to her being only in bra and panties.

At first, it was strange having her son touching her in such an intimate manner. Gradually, she grew accustomed to it, even craved it. The feel of her son's hands on her body became a substitute for Tom's lack of affection.

She purred when Jake's strong hands kneaded her shoulders and stroked her back. This was what she needed. The tension drained from her body as he used a circular motion, his hands going from her neck down her spine and back up the sides of her body. When the tips of his fingers brushed the side of her breasts, she didn't chastise him. Her warning was perfunctory. His touches were a reaffirmation of her womanhood. It was apparent to Allison that her son had no issues with her bloated body

"That's a nice touch," Allison said, indicating the lit candles and dimmed lights in her bedroom.

"Well, I've been reading about pregnant women. The articles say that creating a relaxing atmosphere enhanced the effects of the massage. Hence the darkened room lit by only the candles and the lavender oil to help you relax."

"You're so thoughtful! What are the pillows for?"

"You'll be on your side, so I want to be sure your head and belly are supported."

"Maybe I should take off my robe and unclasp my bra. The oil stains are hard to get out in the wash."

They paused for a moment, neither wanting to be the one to acknowledge what would be an escalation of their relationship. Allison took a deep breath and shrugged off her robe, letting it drop to the bed.

"Undo my bra" There was a tremor in her belly unrelated to her pregnancy. She wasn't sure where this would lead, but she implicitly trusted her son.

Jake's fingers felt like unresponsive sausages as he struggled with the clasp. He sat back on his heels, watching his mother let the bra dropped to her lap. He almost lost it when she absentmindedly scratched under her big jugs.

"Momma," he croaked, his throat constricting, and his mouth dry, "you're beautiful!"

"Don't be silly," Allison tittered. "I'm 27 weeks pregnant, I'm fat, and I pee a lot! There is nothing beautiful about that."

She purred when he began the massage again and smiled when his fingers brushed the sides of her breasts. Still, Allison didn't chastise him. She accepted his fascination with her body as an affirmation of her womanhood. It heartened her to have a man show interest in her, even if that man was her son.

Initially, she wrongly believed he, like his father, was disgusted with their appearance. Then she noticed the significant bulge in his shorts when he ogled her waddling around the house.

I thought I looked like a dairy cow! But my son is getting hard looking at them! Her eyes widened at the size of the bulge. Nice cock, she thought!

Allison was immediately ashamed. She was so sex starved that even her son was turning her on. She read somewhere that some women's libido decreased as their pregnancy progressed.

However, Allison was horny as a hoot owl, using her toys every night. Her libido increased as her pregnancy progressed. When she fell asleep, she dreamed of the good times. The times when she and Tom were swingers, and she had a different cock almost every week.

Lately, she eyed her son's bulge, imagining how it would feel in her mouth, in her pussy and yes, in her ass! She shook herself out of her reverie. Allison was like a person accustomed to feasting, who was suddenly on a starvation diet. They craved food. Allison craved cock!

"MMm! That feels amazing! Move down some. My lower back aches constantly! "Mmmm! Baby, that feels amazing," Allison cooed, leaning her head back against Jake's chest. He surprised her when he cupped her breasts and gently squeezed.

"What did I tell you about getting handsy!" Her warning was dutiful, not intended to make him stop but her attempt to keep them from going too far. His hands felt incredible. She enjoyed that he was not put off by what she thought were ugly udders.

"Sorry, mom!" Jake wasn't sorry, and he didn't stop caressing his mother's breasts. He had given her enough massages to know that she didn't want him to stop. With each massage, he intentionally pushed the limits of what she would allow him to do. Each time she admonished him but let him go further the next time. He hefted her tits and was startled at their weight.

Allison covered his hands on her breasts with her own. Her body tingled from his touch, and she felt warm all over. "You'd better stop, baby," Allison murmured. She regretted it when he obeyed her. However, it was for the best. Their closeness was getting out of hand.

Jake positioned the pillows for his mother's head on the bed. He held her hands as she lay back on the bed, then turned to lie on her side on the pads.

"I could never do this without your help!"

"Momma! Stop it! I'm your son. I love helping you."

Jake poured more oil in his hands, warmed it by rubbing his palms together, and stroked the sides of Allison's belly, careful not to apply too much pressure. He smiled when the baby moved.

"Did you feel it move," Allison asked, taken with the miracle of life gestating in her? The baby moving was an exciting avowal of that life. Sharing these intimate moments caused the mother and son to grow closer.

"Yes!" It's an active little sucker,' he chuckled. "When are you going to tell me the sex of the baby?"

Allison knew the baby's sex for some time. She shared the news with Tom before he left on his business trip. However, he was indifferent to the news.

"It's a boy!"

"Hey, little fellow," Jake said, talking to her belly.

" Stop it," Allison giggled. "you're so silly!" She covered her son's hand on her stomach with her own. She felt closer to him than she ever had.

"Use lots of oil on my belly. I read in a book on pregnancy that oil massages can minimize stretch marks."

Jake massaged along the sides of his mother's distended belly, his hands sliding under the swell of her breasts. His cock, pressed against her behind, was hard and dripping precum. One hand drifted down and stroked the inside of his mother's thigh just below her pussy. The heat from between her legs warmed the side of his hand. With the other hand, he squeezed her tit. A whitish clear liquid oozed out.

Allison's hips pressed back against the steel rod of her son's cock pressed against her rump. The warmth from the oil combined with the sensual touch of his hands permeated her body, heightening her arousal. It reminded her of a sensual massage one of her and Tom's sex partners gave her years ago. It felt almost as good as what Jake was doing now. The difference was that the masseuse fucked her afterward while she sucked her husband's cock.

"Can I taste it?"

"Huh? What did you say?" She was lost in the sensations suffusing her body and with thoughts of sex.

"Can I taste your breast milk?" Jake intended to get a few drops on his fingers and lick the liquid off them. His mother's reply stunned him.

"Yes, baby. Why don't you just lean over and lick it from my nipple?" I need to stop! What am I doing?

"UH...are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure! But don't tell anyone," she said, wagging a finger in his face. "especially your father!"

Jake was tentative at first, licking the warm sweet droplets from his mother's nipple. When Allison didn't stop him, he took her nipple in his mouth and nursed hungrily. Suddenly his mouth flooded with milk. He snapped back, startled. "What happened?"

Allison laughed indulgently. "I'm far enough along that stimulation of my nipples causes me to express milk."

She caressed his head as he again suckled. It was like he was a baby again. She recalled the intimacy of those long ago days when she breastfed him. She savored the feeling that, just like she did when he was in her womb, she was nourishing him with her body. However, he was no longer a baby. He was a grown man! That added a decidedly sexual connotation to his suckling. Allison's pussy was getting wet.

The side of Jake's hand slipped up her thigh, pressing against Allison's pussy as he nursed. She knew she should make him stop, but her body was on fire. They were crossing lines that a mother and her son should never cross.

Her arousal increased, and she pressed her son's head tighter to her breast. Her hips pumped against his hand. She wanted to be fucked in the worst possible way, to feel a cock fill her cunt and pound her until she screamed. She reluctantly pushed him away.

"Uh! Maybe you should do my feet!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Jake groaned. His cock was so hard it hurt. The breast milk was like a narcotic, causing his head to spin. They had gone further with this session than they ever had. His mother let him suck her nipple and touch her pussy. Surreptitiously he brought his hand to his nose, inhaling her intoxicating fragrance.

"Help me roll onto my back!"

Allison hissed as Jake's hand slid across her Mons when he helped her roll to her back. This session was out of control. The pregnancy massage was now sensual, and she was wet! So wet her pussy squelched when he rolled her to her back.

Jake and his mother's eyes locked. They had crossed the societal barriers that dictated behavior between parent and child. They were a woman and a man engaging in the dance that leads to sex. Allison lay on her back with her legs spread and bent at the knee. The gusset of her drenched panties was between her meaty cunt lips. Droplets of breast milk spotted her belly.

Jake fought the urge to crawl into the cradle created by his mother's legs, to push aside her wet panties and enter her squishing hole. Her look said she wouldn't stop him.

"I always feel helpless, like a turtle, when I'm on my back like this," Allison said suggestively, eyeing her son's bulge. He was at least as big if not bigger than Tom. She wondered how her son's cock would feel in her? Would she stretch her? Would she squeal in ecstasy? Take me! Take me now, she thought!

"Don't worry, momma," Jake croaked! "I'm here for you."

The aroma of his mother's arousal filled the bedroom. His dick ached to be between her thighs, to enter the succulent hole he came from 22 years ago. Do it, he thought! Crawl between thighs, push her panties to the side and fuck her!

"Maybe you should do my feet now."

Allison's mouth was dry. She wanted him, her body ached for him, but one of them had to snatch them back from the brink. The lust they felt would overcome all societal restrictions. If they started fucking, there would be no stopping.

"Yes, ma'am!"

Jake knelt and took his mother's foot in his hand. He held it in one hand while the other stroked her calf while his thumbs were making small circles in the sole of her foot.

Allison's cooing told him he was doing it right. But his eyes were fixed on her pussy. Her vaginal lips were engorged, gleaming with dew like droplets of moisture. He leered at the gusset of her panties, disappearing between her pregnancy thickened pussy lips.

Impulsively he sucked her big toe into his mouth. He simulated fellatio, caressing it with his tongue while sucking it.

"Oh, my God!" Allison's hips pumped while her son lavished kisses on her foot. Her arousal heightened. She was close to an orgasm, writhing under her son's expert loving of her feet.

Jake's cock was trying to rip a hole in his shorts. He rearranged his junk to relieve the aching.

I can't believe he finds this grotesque body exciting. His father barely looks at me! And my feet! Dear fucking God, that feels amazing!

Allison writhed on her back, her hips pumping, her legs thrashing as her son licked and sucked her toes. It was a poor substitute for a good pounding or the love and affection of his father, but it would have to do.

She closed her eyes, giving herself up to the total relaxation permeating her body. She was only dimly aware that Jake had stopped stroking her feet and was lying on his belly between her legs. She was slow to react when he scooted forward and kissed her swollen .labia

"Jake! Stop it!" Allison's words were weak and unconvincing.

"Oh god, Jake! What're you doing?" Her hips thrust against his head when he pushed her panties to the side and ran his tongue between her vaginal lips.

Allison grasped her son's head, pressing it tight to her pussy, riding the waves of pleasure his tongue caused in her hole and giving herself up to the inevitable.

"Oh, Jake! Jake! We mustn't!" Her hips thrust against his face, driving his tongue deeper, belying her protest.

Jake's hands caressed his mother's distended belly as he licked her pussy. Her taste was incredible, kind of a musky sweetness that made his head spin. His face gleamed from the copious flow of her pussy juices.

"Momma, your pussy tastes amazing. I could lick you all day!"

Allison surrendered. She somehow knew they would eventually become lovers. She fought it even as she allowed Jake's seduction to continue.

"Then stop talking and lick!" Allison raised her head from the pillow, smiling devilishly, accepting what she now knew was inevitable. There may be consequences later, but for now, it was just her, Jake, and his incredible tongue.

"See, little guy? See how demanding she can be? This is what you'll have to live with when you're born!"

Allison giggled. Sex with her son was fun. Talking to the fetus while loving her pussy was a first. Tom never did that.

She whimpered when Jake pulled her legs over his shoulders and began doing figure eights on her cunt with his tongue. The top of the eight was her clit. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue, sending electric shocks through her body. He probed deep in her tunnel in the middle of the eight and probed her anus at the bottom.

Jake French kissed her hole, probing deep, her legs resting on his shoulders. Allison yipped and squealed as she came, her legs clamped on her son's head, her hand pressed against the top of his head.

He pushed her legs apart and knelt between them, watching his mother's face as she came. She looked so impossibly beautiful. He stroked her belly while she came down.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm...I'm fine," Allison gasped, her body trembling with pleasure.

"I was talking to my little brother," he said, laughing.

"You were what," she asked in disbelief? She struggled and raised the upper part of her body on her elbows. "I have never had someone crack jokes after eating my pussy!" Allison lay back on the pillows laughing.

"So others besides dad and me have licked you?" He cocked a curious eyebrow. Before she could answer, he reached out for her hand. "Come on! I'll help you up so you can take your shower."

"My shower," She said in disbelief. "Mister, you've started something! Stand next to the bed."

Jake moved to the side of the bed, standing by his mother's head.

"Help me up!" Allison raised her hand. She playfully kicked her legs in the air. "It's a damn shame when a woman is so pregnant, she can't roll on her side to give a blowjob!"

Laughing, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to a sitting position. His mother stopped him when he went to unzip his pants.

"Let me do that," his mother said, smiling. "I need the practice. I have a feeling I'll be doing this a lot!"

She unzipped his jean shorts and pushed them down. Jake's cock popped out and slapped against his belly.

Allison grasped his shaft while lavishing his acorn head with kisses and teasing the slit with the tip of her tongue. Her hand stroked his pulsing shaft.

"Fuck! FUCK!" Jake held his mother's head in his hands while his hips pumped in and out of her mouth. Her warm saliva ran down his shaft and over his balls.

"Not bad for an old fat pregnant woman, huh?"

"Stop talking and keep sucking," Jake chuckled, parroting his mother.

Allison was a virtuoso cocksucker, perfecting her talent during her and Tom's swinging years. Her various partners raved about her skill. She brought that expertise to sucking her son's dick. He was suitably impressed.

"Goddammit, momma!" His hips pumped rhythmically, matching his mother's bobbing head.

Allison grunted, smiling around her son's cock in her mouth. It was mindblowing to feel his cock sliding down her throat, to feel it throb and pulse. She loved sucking cock! It gave her a feeling of control like nothing else. She rubbed her pussy, wanting to cum with him.

The baby moved as though he were somersaulting in the womb. It was as though he anxious to be fed by Jake's cum.

"I'm going to cum, momma," he reported dutifully to his mother. Though all of his male lovers swallowed as did he, some of his girlfriends didn't swallow and wanted to be alerted. His mother had no such reservations. She redoubled her efforts, craving to taste her son's semen.

"Oh, my God! Momma, I'm cumming!"

Allison repeatedly gulped as she struggled to swallow the torrent of baby batter spewing from Jake's cock. Her bloated body undulated as she came with him.

Her belly full of her son's cum, with some streaming down the sides of her face, she fell back on the bed. She was exhausted and still horny.

"Are you okay, mom?" Jake was concerned. His mother lay on her back, his cum on her face, breathing heavily.

"I'm fine, baby!" Allison touched herself as the waves of her orgasm abated. She often masturbated herself to completion with Tom and some friends watching. This was different. She was basking in the afterglow with her son watching her.

"Lay down!" Allison needed to fuck.

Like the dutiful son he was, Jake did as his mother said. He lay on his back next to her, his 9" cock pointing at the ceiling.

"You didn't inherit THAT from your father." Allison struggled and rolled over. Her head rested in her hand, her big jugs hung to the side.

Jake hefted one of his mother's massive mammaries and squeezed. They giggled when milk squirted out. Allison shivered when he licked the drops from her nipple.

"Tasty," He said, smiling broadly.

"I'm looking forward to breastfeeding your little brother as I did you."

"He'll have to learn to share!"

"Help me roll on my knees. I prefer doggie style, but my gynie says I'm too far along for that."

"Damn it!" Jake snapped his fingers and frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"I was so looking forward to spanking your big booty while doing you doggie!"

"Jake Callahan! That's a terrible thing to say to your mother!"

Jake helped Allison straddle him and positioned his cock at her entrance. He pressed slowly in, prolonging and relishing the sensations as he entered his mother for the first time.

"Mmm! That feels incredible!" Allison rose and fell, burying her son's cock in her pregnant pussy. "Don't move," she whispered, "let me try something!"

Allison placed one finger on her belly, clenching and tightening her abdomen muscles while breathing in slowly yet periodically. The action caused her birth canal to stroke her son's cock as though she were giving him a handjob

"Oh my fucking God! That feels amazing!"

"Watch your language!" She playfully slapped his thigh.

"Says the pregnant woman with her son's cock in her pussy!" Jake cupped his mother's breast and began pumping slowly in and out of her.

"MMM! Nice, very nice! I hope your brother doesn't hear your foul language," Allison gasped.

He caressed her belly while she rode his cock with her eyes closed, and her lips parted.

"You are so beautiful!"

"You keep saying that, and I'm going to start believing it!"

"Believe it!

"You're just saying that to get into your mother's panties," Allison teased, seeing the love in her son's eyes as she rode his magnificent tool.

"We took them off, remember?" He chuckled, reveling in their banter. He and his mother were not only fucking; they were enjoying each, laughing talking and teasing.

"Feel my belly," Allison exclaimed, "the baby is doing somersaults!"

"It's like you said, momma," Jake chuckled, "my dick is a thoroughbred, and my little brother likes it too!"

She smiled and closed her eyes. She experienced many cocks in her life; however, her son's cock touched parts of her that had never been affected before. It wasn't just a physical thing. It seemed he touched her soul, the part of her that made her a woman.

"I'm going to cum, baby! Are you going to cum with your mother?"

"Momma, I'm going to pump so much cum in you, my little brother is going to need a life preserver to keep from drowning!"

"You're so silly...," She began. Then her eyes widened, her pussy clamped down, and she came with her son, his cum flooding her pussy.

"Oh shit! Momma, you're pushing me out!" Jake thrust up, fighting to stay in her hole as he came.

"Don't you dare let me push you out! I want you in me while I cum," Allison hissed, her body undulating as she came.

They came down slowly, with Allison's hands resting on his chest and Jake caressing her belly.

"That was incredible." Jake was in awe of who he was fucking and how good it was.

"Tell me about it! I just have one regret!"

"And what is that you wanton hussy?"

"I can't lay down on your chest and feel your heart beating as we come down."

Allison squealed in surprise when Jake rolled her on her side with his legs between hers and her legs wrapped around his back.

"There! Is that better?

"Much!" Allison kissed him while snuggling with her belly sandwiched between them.

"Shit," she exclaimed suddenly.

"What's wrong," Jake slid back, startled and concerned. Myriads of terrible possibilities associated with her pregnancy raised through his mind.

"I've got to fucking pee...AGAIN! Help me up!"

Laughing, he stood and pulled her to her feet. He gripped his cock, watching her wide butt waddle to the bathroom. He knew the next weeks would be both fun and challenging as his mother progressed in her pregnancy.. However, he looked forward to weeks after the baby was born when they could do it doggie style, and he could spank her butt!

341 A Night on the Town

Schaka

Jessica and Caleb have a unique mother/son relationship. They are loving son, doting mother and longtime kinky lovers.

WARNING! This story contains incest, anal sex, lesbianism, bisexuality and probably a few other kinks and perversions. If ANY of these offend you, move on!

The strident sound of the doorbell pulled 30 year old Caleb Moore from a sound sleep. Groggy, he sat up in bed and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He fumbled in the darkness for his cell phone. The display said it was 2:30 am. "Who the fuck is that," he grumbled?

The bell rang again as he sat up on the side of the bed. "Okay! Okay! I'm coming," he yelled at the door. Since he usually slept naked, he grabbed his mid thigh silk robe from the back of the overstuffed chair in his large bedroom and tied it loosely.

He stretched, his hands above his head, as he made his way from his bedroom with its waist high walls, through the open plan living area of his lakefront home to the front door. He half expected who it was. Still, he sighed with resignation when he opened the door. His mother was leaning on the door sill preparing to ring the bell again.

"Mom! What the hell? It's 2:30 am!"

Forty eight year old Jessica Adams swayed drunkenly as she blearily eyed her tall muscular son. His skin had a light permanent tan, the result of having a White father. She pushed past him in a miasma of Creed Royal Mayfair perfume, gin and the faint odor of marijuana. Her Oscar De La Renta classic sheath cocktail dress in a gradient ombré hugged her full hips. It was sleeveless with the hem stopping fashionably just above the knee. Her matching strappy 4" CFM heels clicked unevenly as she stumbled across his hardwood floor. Her carefully manicured toe and finger nails were painted a pearlescent pink.

Ruefully, Caleb shook his head as he watched the soft sway of his mother's hips as she moved past him and into his living room. He marveled at the miracles a Brazilian butt lift, breast augmentation and other surgical nips and tucks did for his mother's body and face.

Her D cup breasts and round sensual ass were proportional at 38". Her 28" waist gave her an overall hourglass figure. Her triangular face was smooth and unlined with wide set eyes, and fashionable bee stung lips. Typical of her Creole heritage, her complexion was coffee latte... with lots of latte!

"I just left him! He just doesn't understand me darling."

"Who doesn't understand you?' Caleb followed his mother as she walked over to his bar.

"Sergio! Who else! I need a drink!"

Jessica, never Jessie, had a penchant for young men with foreign sound names. She collected them like she had her three husbands. They were like accessories to finish off a designer dress as she made the rounds of the cocktail parties, charity events, and the other activities of the idle rich. Her wealth was the result of generous settlements with her ex-husbands.

"Mom, you don't need anything else to drink!" He leaned over and inhaled. "Or smoke! Where is Sergio?"

She sat at the bar and crossed her legs unladylike with one ankle on her knee. She wore black patterned nylons. He caught a glimpse of mauve lace panties. Around her son she dropped her sophisticated airs. She became what she was: a bayou urchin with a huge sexual appetite and a magnet for wealthy men.

"Sergio? OH! Sergio! I left him at a cocktail party! He just doesn't understand me! Fix me a dry martini! Nobody makes them like you do!"

"Mom, the last thing you need is...!"

"Please, baby, please!" Jessica pouted using her little girl voice. She scooted forward on the stool, her arms extended. Her dress road up, barely covering her nether regions.

Caleb sighed, stepped between her outstretched arms and embraced his inebriated mother.

"I'm going to call you an Uber and send you home!" He broke the embrace, stepped back, and pulled his cell phone from the pocket of his robe.

Jessica slid off the stool. Her dress slid up around her waist. Caleb paused dialing. He could see her lace sheer panties covered a bald pussy.

"When did you get rid of the landing strip?"

"Do you like my pussy bald?" She held the hem of her dress up with one hand and pulled the gusset of her panties to the side. Her butterfly labia gleamed wetly. "I decided to get a bikini wax!"

Caleb stopped dialing and walked over to where his mother stood leaning against the barstool. He cupped pussy, his index finger slipped between her folds. He wriggled it around then took it out, stuck it in his mouth, sucked her juices off his fingers then offered his finger to her to finish. With a lopsided drunken grin, Jessica took her son's finger in her mouth and sensuously sucked it. Their eyes were locked on each other.

"Mom, you know I just love your pussy!"

"Mmm! You naughty boy!" She leaned forward and cupped her son's cock through his robe, running her open palm over it. "Now fix me that drink!"

He sighed and walked behind the bar. He poured gin into the shaker along with ice. Caleb looked at his mother leaning on the end of the bar. Her dress was still up around her waist, her butterfly pussy lips gleaming wetly. He smiled at her, whispered vermouth over the shaker, stirred it and poured her drink.

"While you drink that, I'll call an Uber for you."

Jessica took a sip of her drink. "Aww pooh! You're no fun! Why can't I stay here tonight?"

"Mom, that would be the fourth time this month. You're practically living here."

She looked at him and smiled. "Would that be so bad?"

"Yes, it would! We agreed years ago to live our separate lives. Lately, I've become your booty call! Every time you get drunk, or break up with a boyfriend or both, you come here and we fuck."

Jessica walked behind the bar. She sat her glass on the bar, stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around her son's neck. She was barely 5' 2", fully a foot shorter than her 200 pound son. "You don't like fucking your mother," she simpered.

"Mom, you're an incredibly fuck! I love everything about sex with you. But you can't just wander in here, fuck me and go back to the flavor of the moment. I'm tired of being a stand in for your boyfriends."

Her hand slid between them. She pushed aside his robe and took his cock in her hand. She stroked it slowly. Jessica stood on her toes and kissed him passionately, her tongue outlining his lips. Caleb gently pushed her away.

"You know you're the most important person in my life." Jessica tried to kiss her son again.

"Mom! Stop it! You know you know where this always leads."

"I won't mind! I love the way you pound my pussy!"

Jessica sank to her knees. She smiled up at her son as she pushed aside his robe and took his cock in her hand. Using both of her hands, one just above the other, she stroked it slowly, her fingers unable to touch around it. Still looking up at her son, she pushed back the foreskin. Slowly, with exquisite patience, she licked the length of Caleb's cock from his balls to his glans and back again. Her tongue was almost prehensile, grasping and turning around its girth as she made love to his tool. She treated it like a large chocolate all day sucker, running the flat of her tongue up and down its length. She savored its familiar taste and feel. Each time she reached his glans she puckered her lips and lavished it with kisses, tonguing the slit. She sat back on her heels, still stroking his tool.

"Do you like it when mommy makes love to your cock?"

He grabbed a handful of her hair and roughly pulled her head back. "You know you're the best cocksucker ever." His cock was streaked with her bright red lipstick. Her lips glistened wetly with her saliva and his pre-cum.

Shocks of pain and pleasure coursed through her body. Her cunt pulsed. "Better than that red headed White bitch you've been dating?"

He released her hair. Jessica swayed drunkenly nearly keeling over as she knelt on the floor in front of him. Her large chest heaved. A sheen of perspiration covered her face giving her a wanton look. There was no doubt he loved her and she loved him.

However, he decided their on again off again affair had to end. It prevented both of them from moving on with their lives. Tonight was as good as any to tell her.

Jessica leaned in and blew her warm breath lightly on his wet shiny cock, sending shivers up Caleb's spine. And then there was that! The sex was incredible! It always had been.

She took the first two sensitive inches of her son's cock in her mouth. She bobbed slowly, her lips, applying light pressure to the nerve packed area around his glans. His moans and the tremors of his body told her she was pleasing him.

His hand resting on her head, Caleb looked down at his mother's head bobbing slowly on his tool. Her eyes were up cast, watching him, her lips puckered around his dick. Her cocksucking skills were incredible. Long ago, she taught him how to suck cock. Back in the day they often they shared cocks and pussy.

He recalled a few years back when they took a life style Caribbean cruise. They met the Kranes, Amelia and John. They hit it off immediately. John and his wife were bisexual like Jessica and Caleb. For most of the cruise they swapped partners. He still had incredible memories of 69ing with John, his mouth full of his amazingly large cock, while it spewed a seemingly endless stream of cum into his mouth. On the same bed his mother and Amelia noisily ate each other out. The contrast of his mother's coffee with cream complexion on Amelia's pale freckled skin was astounding.

He looked down at his mother lavishing his dick. He was not sure what he enjoyed most, fucking her or watching her being fucked. He remembered holding his mother's hand as he fucked Amelia while John fucked Jessica next to him. After he and John came, they swapped. Caleb licked Jessica's pussy clean while John did the same to his wife. The taste of another man's cum in his mother's pussy was a heady nectar he never got tired of drinking. Long ago, he realized in addition to being mother and son, they were sybarites. They loved the hedonism of unrestricted sex.

"Fuck! You had better stop before I cum!"

Jessica pulled his cock from her mouth. She stroked it slowly as she looked up at her son. Her eyes were at half mast, her lips moist and shiny. Saliva bubbled at the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin. "Isn't that the idea," she said, smiling wickedly.

"We need to talk," he said brusquely. Caleb grasped her under her arms and pulled her to her feet. "First, Calista is a nice girl. You shouldn't call her names." He paused. He planned to tell her about his engagement. Now was as good a time as any. "As a matter of fact, we're going to get married!"

"You're what," Jessica exclaimed! Her eyes widened in shock, her mouth gaped open.

"I'm getting married," he said quietly.

"You can't do that to me!" She began crying softly, her hands beating lightly on his bare chest. "I love you!"

"And I love you also! But I want something more...traditional...and I want kids!"

She pushed away from him and walked around and sat on a barstool. She hung her head, staring at the bar. "So, you still hold it against me because I aborted our baby?"

Caleb moved quickly around the bar. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, cupping her large breasts. He caressed them gently as he spoke. "I do not!" He said vehemently. "You were right. I was just out of high school with my life in front of me."

"I was scared! Not of having your baby! I wanted that more than I wanted life itself. Back then I was worried it would change what we had."

Caleb squeezed his mother's soft breasts and kissed the side of her neck. When he was younger, their relationship confused him. His small circle of friends chased the local skirts and crowed about their conquests. So did he! He got more than his share of stray pussy. The word around school was that he was an excellent lover. However, most nights he slept in his mother's bed. Most nights they made loud passionate love.

The only time they did not sleep together was when she found a new husband or boyfriend. Initially he was jealous. However, no matter who else was in her life only the frequency of their lovemaking decreased, not the passion. They loved each other as only a mother and son could.

However, this was the first time he would not be available to her. Now she was jealous and possessive. Like any mother, she was sure no woman was good enough for her baby.

"Maybe, we could have worked something out." She covered his hands on her breasts with her own, and leaned back, laying her head on his bare chest, tears streaming down her face.

"Stop it! You did the right thing! Now stop crying!"

"I want your baby! As I get older, now more than ever. I'm just scared...scared," she wailed.

"Mom, we don't need to start a family. You've been a great mother." Caleb spun her around. He kissed her forehead, her nose, making her giggle. He moved down, planting kisses on her lips, chin and neck. He continued down, sucking gently on each nipple, then tonguing her navel.

He knelt between her legs, pushed her dress up and kissed the moist gusset of her panties. He looked up at her "How many mothers taught their sons how to eat pussy?"

"Do you still like licking your mommy's pussy," she asked huskily?

Caleb pulled the gusset of her panties aside with his teeth. He looked up into his mother's luminous eyes, still wet with her tears. He leaned forward, puckered his lips and French kissed her moist pussy lips.

"The question is: Do you still enjoy having me lick you?"

Jessica took her son's head in her hands as he leaned forward and kissed her labia. She loved the familiar intimacy of their foreplay. The alcohol/reefer fog had lessened. However, she still felt out of body. Her son didn't just lick her pussy, he worshipped it! No other man understood that. No other man did that! The way he used his the flat of his tongue to spread his saliva over her labia drove her wild.

"You know I do, momma!"

He took her engorged labia in his teeth and pulled gently on it. His mother's sibilant hiss told him she was enjoying it. Unlike her many lovers, he knew her erogenous zones intimately and all of her kinks.

She taught him what she needed. He recalled laying between her thighs while she instructed him in the mysteries of vaginal anatomy. It was not all work. She teased him that practice made perfect. They practiced a lot!

Caleb slipped his tongue between her pulsating cunt lips. He French kissed her pussy, pressing his face tightly into her wetness, forcing his tongue deep in her hole.

"OH! Baby you making your momma feel so good!"

Her wetness covered his face nose and chin as he pushed his tongue between her engorged pussy lips. He tongued her pussy long and hard, wriggling his tongue in her hole. When she began to whimper, he pulled back.

"Does Sergio kiss your love hole like that?" Caleb stood. His cock poked rigidly through his robe.

"Mmm! Baby, no body kisses your mommy's pussy like you do?' She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head down. Jessica lovingly licked her son's cheeks, savoring the taste of her pussy and the roughness of his unshaven face. She pulled back and looked into his eyes.

"You're right! I do taste good," she tittered. "Are you going to fuck me now?"

Caleb smiled wickedly. He pushed her panties aside. It always came to this. They could not get enough of each other. He positioned his cock at her entrance. "Who are you," he asked huskily?

"Aren't you going to let me get undressed, to take me to bed?"

Caleb slapped her bare thigh. The sound resounded through the room. "NO! I'm going to treat you like whore you are! Now who are you?"

"OUCH! You're so mean to your mother," Jessica smiled. She felt the head of his cock pressed against her pussy lips. She knew what she needed to say. They were going to play their D/s game. She shivered. She loved it when he dominated her, made her do nasty things. "I'm your slut, your mommy slut!"

He pressed forward, his glans parting her swollen cunt lips. "Go on!" His cock sank slowly into her moist, quivering love hole. The sensation of his cock sliding into his mother's pussy sent chills through his body. He had fucked lots of women. None was better than his mother's pussy.

"I'm your mommy whore! I'll do whatever you say, do whatever you want!"

Jessica shivered. It was always like this when she felt him entered her. The sensations coursing through her body were almost other worldly. She felt the head of his cock press through her pussy, opening her up.

Caleb fully into his mother's pussy. He felt his balls slapped against her ass. Still fully dressed, her expensive dress rucked up around her waist, her panties pushed to the side, Jessica wrapped her legs around her son's waist.

She relished the times he took her like this. She felt exposed and controlled. She recalled the times they walked in the park at night. She wore only her dress, stockings and heels. They would choose a bench under a street light. There they would fuck. Sometimes people walked by. Some giggled and walked on. Others stopped and watched. One woman actually leaned in and kissed her nipple! Then hurried on! None knew they watched a mother and son.

A strong woman, she loved it when her son dominated her. No other man could. She was her son's whore and she loved it. She leaned back, her back resting against the bar, her panty covered ass on the edge of the bar stool.

He maintained a slow even stroke in and out of her pussy. "Do you remember Carlos?"

"Yes! Yes! I remember him! You walked in on us at my house. You pretended to be my boyfriend. You made him suck you off before you let him get dressed and leave."

"He was good at it! I think he did it before!"

The squishy sounds of her arousal competed with their harsh breathing. "Did you like watching another man suck my cock?"

"I was jealous," she cried, "especially when you came in his mouth! I like it better when we share a woman! Please baby! Take me to bed!"

They both hissed as he pulled back. His cock exited her pussy wet and gleaming. Caleb grasped her waist and lifted her to the floor. "Turn around."

Caleb grasped her zipper, pulling it down. He pushed the dress off her shoulders. Jessica wriggled her substantial behind and it fell in a silken puddle at her feet. Caleb stopped her when she started to turn to face him.

"Lean on the stool!"

"Have I been a bad girl? Are you going to spank me?" Her son's large powerful hands smacked her ass. Jessica bit her lip suppressing a cry of pain. She resisted the instinct to reach back and rub her stinging ass. It was not permitted. She was bad and she was going to be punished. She groaned as he spanked her again.

"Take off your panties and go to the bedroom! Just your panties! Keep your stockings, heels and bra on!"

Jessica hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her sheer mauve panties. She leaned forward slightly and slipped them down over her hips and legs. She stepped out of them and tossed them to the floor.

"Go into the bathroom and get the Astroglide!"

She shivered and her anus clenched at the import of those words. He was going to fuck her ass! It was not unusual for her son to want her ass. They did it often. However, combined with the spanking her and making her keep her bra, nylons and heels on, she knew he was expressing his dominance.

It was like when he was in his second year of college. He and two of his frat brothers shared an apartment. She missed him terribly! It was November and she had not seen him since August.

It was mostly her fault. She and husband number two spent the Fall touring Europe. When they returned, she called him to ask if she could come visit. He told her if she did, she would have to fuck him and his roommates all weekend. It was incredible to have three horny virile young men use her like a two dollar whore. She undressed at the door of the apartment on Friday afternoon and did not put any clothes on until she left that Monday morning. Most of that time she had a cock in one of her holes. A few times she was airtight, all holes filled by a youthful dick.

When she walked back into the bedroom with the Astroglide bottle in her hand, Caleb was on his back in the bed. His hands were behind his head, his legs spread and his cock pointing at the ceiling.

"Lube your anus," he ordered.

Jessica smiled wickedly. She walked over and sat in the over stuffed chair. She spread her legs over the arms. She watched him watch her squirt the lubricant on her anus. It was cold, causing her anus to involuntarily clench.

"Finger fuck your ass!" Caleb slowly stroked his cock as his mother did as she was ordered. He watched her eyes widened as her finger disappeared to the second knuckle in her asshole. Her eyes closed and she whimpered as she lost herself in fingering her ass.

"Am I allowed to cum?"

"NO! You're never to cum until I tell you to cum." His cock was slick with his precum. His hand slid easily up and down his tumescent tool. "You look like a whore with your legs spread like that fingering your ass!"

"I am a whore! I'm my son's whore!"

"Do you like being my whore?"

"Darling, I'll be anything you want me to be! I'm your mother and my love for you is unconditional."

"Get your ass over here!"

Jessica's eyes widened at the sensation of her finger slipping from her anus. She held it in the air and raised a questioning eyebrow. They had done this before. She knew to wait until she he told her what to do. She grimaced as she contemplated the perversity of what he was about to order her to do.

She walked to the edge of the bed, her finger held high. The juices of her over heated pussy coated her thighs. Her tongue snaked out, moistening her dry lips.

"Lick your finger first. Then stick in your mouth and suck it clean."

She looked at her son. "I do things for you I have NEVER done for any other man! There is nothing you can ask me that I won't do!"

Calista ran her tongue around her index finger, cleaning it of the Astroglide and the brown residue clinging to her fingers. She slipped in her mouth and simulated giving a blowjob as she finished cleaning her finger.

Caleb watched his mother suck her finger clean. His power over her was total. "Straddle me and insert my dick in your ass!"

She straddled Caleb and knelt with his cock just in front of her belly. She rose on her knees, grasped his tool in her small hands and positioned it at her anus. She smiled at him as she slowly sat on his cock. She felt the pressure as it pressed against her asshole. Her head dropped to her chest as she experienced the exquisite sensation of it slipping through her anal rings and into her bowels. She paused for a moment, relishing the wickedness of her son's cock in her ass.

"Sit up and finger your pussy while you ride my cock."

Jessica nodded and cupped her pussy, slipping the index finger into her love hole. She rose and fell on his cock in her ass while her index finger frigged her hole. Her heavy breasts swung freely, slapping against her chest. "Pull my nipples! I want to feel pain!"

Caleb reached up, grasped her nipples in his hands and pulled hard! "Don't you dare stop riding my cock and fingering your pussy!"

She screamed in pain when he squeezed her nipples and pulled on them. Her body was on automatic pilot. She thrust her finger deep in her pussy while she slid back and forth on her son's cock in her ass.

"Please let me cum, baby! PLEASE!" Her body quaked with her need. The blood rushed from her head causing the room to spin.

"Only when I'm ready to cum! Only then!"

Caleb's hands dropped to his mother's waist. He bounced her up and down on his dick. He felt that tickle deep in his bowels. He raised one hand and viciously slapped her ass. "NOW! Now you good pussy bitch! You can cum now!"

The bedroom resounded with the slap of flesh on flesh, the wet squelching of Jessica's ass and pussy and the animalistic howlings as the mother and son drove themselves to their orgasm.

"YES! YES!" Jessica screamed as she felt the first spurts of her son's cum flooding her bowels. Simultaneously, her pussy spasmed around her finger, forcing it out as she came.

"Come on, momma! Come on! Cum for your son!"

"Momma is cumming, baby! She's cumming! I can feel you cumming in my ass! It feels so good...so good!"

Their frantic thrustings slowed as they reached their peak and began their descent. Sweat ran from their bodies in rills. Slowly they descended from their orgasmic peak, moving slower and slower against each other. Still coupled, Jessica collapsed on her son's chest. She gasped to catch her breath.

Caleb's thrusts into his mother's ass slowed as the last drops of his seed entered her bowels.

"One of these days I'm going to die while we fuck like that!"

"That'll be hard to explain," Caleb chuckled.

She raised up, her hands on his chest. She wriggled her hips, settling his cock deeper in her ass. "A friend of mine told me that in Japan they call an orgasm like we had 'The Little Death""

"You have a lot of 'friends'," he said drily.

Jessica rose on her knees and threw her leg over her son's legs and lay next to him, her head on his chest. She slowly stroked his abdomen. "Jealous?"

"Hardly!" He stroked her warm moist behind.

"Speaking of which you're still hard."

"Mmm! We still have work to do!"

"Do you want me to suck you off or will you fuck me in my pussy this time?"

"Your choice!"

"I want you to fuck me! I want to do it the old fashion way, with me on my back, missionary!"

"Then you had better clean my cock."

"Like I cleaned my finger?" Jessica rose on one arm, looking down at her son. She loved him so much it hurt. It suffused every cell in her body. She leaned down and touched her lips to his.

"Use a towel this time."

"Aww pooh!" She got on all fours. As she crawled toward the foot of the bed, he smacked her on her ass. "OUCH! Brute!"

She returned from the bathroom with a warm, soapy wash cloth and thoroughly cleaned her son's cock. Though still hard, it stiffened even more as she washed it.

Jessica rolled on her back, spread her legs and extended her arms. "Come on, darling! Fuck your mother!"

Caleb rolled on top of his mother. He reached between them, positioned his cock at her entrance and slid slowly in.

"GAWD! I love how that feels!"

"You just love cock!"

"No baby! I love YOUR cock! The others are just stand ins until I can get to you!"

Like the experience lovers they were, they moved comfortably, their bodies settling into a familiar rhythm.

"You're so wet!"

"You did it! I could fuck you all night!"

"We almost have!" Outside Caleb's bedroom window, grey dawn revealed the placid waters of the private lake.

She looked deep into Caleb's eyes. Though totally submissive to him, she did have her secrets. "Just like that! Slow and easy! Hold my hands above my head."

He grasped her hands in his and held her arms above her head. "You like being taken, don't you!"

She nodded. She searched his face. "I'm sorry about our baby!"

Their pace quickened. Outside the crest of the sun edged above the lake. "A hell of a time to bring that up!"

"Harder, baby! Harder! Pound me into the mattress!"

The staccato sound of their bodies slamming together filled the room. "Harder, you motherfucker! I'm not a god damn porcelain doll! I won't break! Fuck me hard! Pound me!"

Caleb's backing undulated as he slammed hard into her pussy, pushing her up the bed. Jessica pressed her hands against the wall above his bed to keep her head from slamming into the wall.

"Move your ass! You're getting lazy! Fuck me like you mean it!"

Jessica's ass lifted off the bed as she thrust up hard to meet her son's downward pumping.

"Take it! Take my pussy! It's yours! It's yours!"

"AWWWW FUCK! I'm cumming!"

"Fill me up! Make my pussy overflow!"

Caleb felt his mother's pussy clamp down as she came, trying to push him out. He arched his back, thrusting hard against her spasming pussy.

"I'm cumming! Your momma's cumming," Jessica whimpered. The feeling was so intense tears flowed down her face.

Again they came together. It was less intense then the first time but just as satisfying. Afterward they lay coupled, their bodies moving softly against each other.

"I love you, momma!"

"I love you also! And I'm sorry what I said about Calista."

Caleb raised on his arms above his mother. His semi rigid cock still in her. He felt her flex her Kegel muscles, massaging his tool.

"Not a problem! You'll love being a mother in law and eventually a grandmother."

And a mother, she thought. The secret she didn't share with her son was that she stopped taking her birth control pills weeks ago. Her other lovers had to use condoms. While she still could, she wanted to have her son's baby.

Caleb rolled on his back. They heard Jessica's cell phone ring in the living area. At the same time, Caleb's phone chimed. They looked at each other and laughed.

"The outside world is forcing it's way back in," Caleb said.

Jessica rolled to her side and stood up next to the bed. "OOPS! I'm dripping all over your floor!" She covered her pussy with her hand hurried into the bathroom. As she sat on the toilet, letting her son's life giving seed ooze from her ass and pussy, she overheard him on the phone.

"Sure! But make it later, okay? I have some reports I have to read. Let's make it lunch!"

Jessica wiped her pussy and ass with toilet paper. She stood, walked to the shower, turned it on and adjusted the water temperature. "Come on! Let's take our shower!"

Caleb walked naked into the bathroom. "You didn't answer your phone!"

"It can wait! I'm with the most important person in my life!"

"MMM! This feels great!" Caleb stood under the steaming hot water letting it cascade over his body and run in rivulets around his balls and cock.

Jessica stood behind her son soaping his back with a sponge. The sex was great. However, the intimacy of these moments, sharing a shower and washing each other, were the ultimate hedonistic pleasure. "Turn around so I can do the front!"

"Here! Let me do you first!" He soaped his mother's breasts and down over her abdomen. He squatted in front of her and washed her bald pussy and between her legs. She squealed when he kissed her nether region!

"Stop! You told your fiancé to come by. If we get started again she'll catch us fucking!"

He stood and turned her around. Caleb washed her back and ass. He squatted and washed her legs. Jessica squealed when he kissed her ass. Once out of the shower, they took turns drying each other, lingering over their intimate parts.

"Where's my underwear?"

"Leave it! I want a souvenir!"

"You don't need a souvenir! I'm not going anywhere!"

Later, Jessica stood in front of her son wearing only her dress and shoes. She picked up her purse and cell phone. There was a voice message from Sergio. She sighed.

Naked, Caleb put his arm around his mother's waist and walked her to the door. He turned her and kissed her as she leaned against the door. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, dueling with hers. He cupped her substantial ass and squeezed.

As usual he was conflicted. He wanted her to stay, to live with him. However, he felt she preferred her free spirited life style. He didn't want to suffocate her.

Jessica struggled to keep from screaming at him that she wanted to be the only woman in his life. Her other men were dalliances.

"Okay! I'd better get going!"

"Okay, momma! See you soon!"

Caleb closed the door after she left and leaned against it. He loved her so much it hurt!

Jessica ignored the Uber driver ogling her large breasts swinging freely without the bra she left her son. The cool breeze that blew up her skirt and over her bare pussy did not cool the heat she felt for her son. She touched her belly. Maybe this time she was pregnant..

342 A Night to Remember

Schaka

I awoke from a drunken sleep to the slow thrusting of a cock in my pussy. It was a nice size cock. It was thick enough and long enough to fill me completely. Half asleep and still under the influence of alcohol, I pumped my ass back, driving it deeper.

The room was dark. It reeked of stale alcohol, sweat, and sex. The sheets were bunched under me. They were moist with perspiration and other bodily fluids.

I had that clammy feeling I always have after drinking too much. My body was sticky and uncomfortable. I felt nauseous. But the cock felt good.

"Mmm! That's right, Sweetie! Nice and slow! Make it last!"

He mumbled something incoherent. I didn't mind. I wasn't looking for sweet nothings to be whispered in my ear.

Who did it belong to? Who was I fucking this time? I wasn't discriminating when I was drinking. A cock was a cock!

My 'date' groaned. His hand tightened on my tit. He pumped slowly in and out of my hole. He mumbled something again.

My pussy was gooey and a little sore. Whoever my bedmate was for the night, he gave me a good pounding. I love that kind of fucking, a little rough. I don't need foreplay, just stick it in me and pound me until I scream for you to stop!

Where the fuck was I? More importantly, who was I fucking this time?

It didn't matter what he said. His cock in my pussy was all the communication I needed!

I leaned forward to get him deeper. He slid in effortlessly, filling me completely. He moved slowly in and out of my hole. At least he wasn't one of those Energizer Bunnies. They were usually wham, bam, thank you, ma'am! This guy had a big cock and knew how to use it.

"Yes! Yes! Just like that!" He was good! He knew how to mix the tempo from slow and languid to hard thrusts that pushed me across the bed.

Many times, I promised myself to stop getting drunk and picking up strange men. It was dangerous and was ruining what was left of my reputation.

I make that same promise all of the time. Then I get the itch, and it usually ends like this. If I were a man with as many and varied sex partners as I have had, people would call me a stud. But I'm a 40-year-old divorced Black female, and they call me a slut. I resemble that remark.

I've been single since my ex-husband abandoned us 10 years ago. He came out as gay. He said he tried to hide his real nature from me to lead a normal life. Then he met his life partner! It did wonders for my ego to know the man I fucked for ten years was thinking about some guy fucking him the entire time!

A psychiatrist would have a field day with me. I went through the emotional gamut of rage and denial. I even suggested we tried to make a go of it. I would share my husband with his new lover. My ex would have none of it! He and his partner wanted a committed relationship.

That sent my self-esteem right into the toilet. He would rather get fucked than fuck me, his wife!

My 21-year-old son, Caleb, became the anchor in my life. I leaned heavily on him emotionally as I tried to find my footing again. He reassured me that the fault lay with his father, not with me. We never discussed my lifestyle though I'm sure he was aware of my sluttiness.

I sometimes come home after a night out too drunk to undress and get in the bed. My son had to do it. Early on, when I realized Caleb was undressing me and putting me to bed, it was embarrassing. No son should have such intimate knowledge of his mother's body.

By the time he left for college, I had accepted it as our new norm. My ex-husband was gay and being fucked by his male lover. I was a slut, trying to reaffirm my womanhood by fucking all comers, pun intended! And my then 18-year-old son undressed me and when necessary cleaned me up and put me to bed. I was a mess!

I guess I could use the excuse of struggling to raise a son alone and my ex leaving me for man as an excuse for my promiscuity. I won't. I am what I am because of me. No excuses!

My ex left us in reasonable financial shape. Early on, he and I set up a college fund for Caleb. Even after he left, he continued contributing to it. I got the house, a cash settlement, and child support until Caleb either graduated college or turned 21, whichever came first.

It's my loving son, Caleb, who keeps me from falling totally into the pit of alcoholism and sexual degradation. With him in my life, I teeter around the edge, but I haven't fallen in. Yet!

The closest I came was when three guys chatted me up in my favorite watering hole. Like most neighborhood bars, everyone knew everyone else. Not precisely a Cheers but close to it. This night these guys were celebrating one of their birthdays. The booze was flowing. I was sucking up the booze and flirting outrageously.

One of the guys suggested we head out to the motel to continue the party. Another girl, Sue, and I took them up on their offer. She and I spent the night being fucked by the guys. It was a whorish, slutty experience. In addition to both of us being airtight, a cock in our ass, mouth, and pussy, at various times during the night, Sue and I ended the party by eating each other out.

The guys loved it! They stood around the bed, stroking their cocks and whooping and hollering like they were at some kind of sporting event!.

It was my first taste of pussy. Particularly, cum filled pussy. I liked the taste. I also liked the softness of another woman's body. Sue and I left the motel best friends.

She and I still hook up from time to time. Occasionally, when she can get a babysitter for her three kids, she'll spend the night. I guess that makes me bisexual.

But eating pussy will never replace the incredible feeling of a hard cock sliding into my eager pussy. Or the aroma of a man's pheromone loaded sweat. I like eating Sue's pussy. She introduced me to tribbing, which I'm thoroughly hooked on!. But I still love being fucked by a man!

The bozo behind me snoring sounded like a buzz saw at a lumber mill. His semi-hard cock is pressed between the cheeks of my ass. I tried to recall if he fucked my ass and couldn't. It didn't matter. I became a three-hole slut years ago.

I must be at his place. I never take my 'dates' home. Despite my predilection for alcohol and strange cock, I never wanted a series of 'uncles' in Caleb's life. Also, my house is my refuge from what I'm becoming.

I lifted the arm off me. The body at the other end of the arm made snuffling sounds and scooted closer. His cock pressed against my ass. It was semi-hard. It felt good pressing against my hole. But I needed to pee. Maybe afterward, we could fuck again. I slid across the bed and sat up.

A brass band started playing the Anvil Chorus. I hold my head in my hands, waiting for the pounding to stop. My stomach roiled. My bladder demanded attention.

The pitch-dark room spun as I stood. I was like a Wallenda on a tightrope with my arms extended for balance. I took a few tentative steps. My pussy was tender. Whoever this clown was, he really pounded me. My bladder screams. I need to find the bathroom soon

In the dim light, I see the outline of the bedroom door. I carefully place one foot in front of the other as I make for the bedroom door. The Wallendas would have been proud!

The hall is familiar. The bathroom is where it should be if I were home. I moved quickly to the bathroom. Barely in time, I squat on the toilet. A thick stream of urine erupts from my urethra. The relief I feel is almost as good as sex. Almost!

I glance around as I pee. This is my bathroom. I made it home last night. Then who is that in my bedroom? Did I break the eleventh commandment? Thou shalt not bring strange cock home when Caleb is home.

Vignettes like stills from a movie flash in my head. Me sitting at the bar, my legs crossed high, showing off lots of thigh. I'm a Huntress on the hunt. The tools of my trade are my great legs and outsized breasts.

I've never considered myself good looking. I'm a big girl at 5' 9", and somewhere north of 200 pounds. Well, north of 200!

One date told me my breasts were so big, I always looked like I was going to overbalance and fall on my face. 40E will get you comments like that! I remember his cock sliding between them, his cum spurting on my face.

My face is moon-shaped. My eyes are close-set and large. My nose looks like a lump of meat slapped on my face as an afterthought. My lips are big enough to cool soup and suck cock. My hair is incongruously strawberry blonde. It and my mocha skin are genetic hangovers from centuries of miscegenation in the bayous where I was raised.

Was it that guy, the one who fucked my tits and came on my face, who was in my bed? No! That was last week in that motel on the highway. The bastard wouldn't even drive me home! He dropped two twenties on the nightstand for cab fare.

My breasts ache. Somebody bit my nipples. I pat myself dry. I stand and flush the toilet. I grab the aspirin bottle from the medicine cabinet. I pour a handful, toss them in my mouth, and wash them down with hands full of water from the sink's water tap.

The hall is brighter. The sun is coming up. I need to get this bozo out of my bed and my house.

I walk into my bedroom and flip on the light. My bed is empty. It hasn't been slept in. For a moment, I'm confused. I must have slept in Caleb's room. What the fuck?

I stumble down the hall, using the wall for balance. I flip on the light in my son's room.

He's naked. He's on his back with one arm thrown over his face. His body is lightly muscled and hairy. His skin is like a heavily tanned White man. His belly's flat with a hint of a six-pack. His legs are muscular. His soft cock is draped across his thigh. Even soft, it's thick and long. He is my son, Caleb!

I stuff my fist in my mouth to stifle a scream. My stomach roils, and I want to vomit. I couldn't have fucked my son. Had I sunk that low?

Another vignette appears. I'm still in the bar. Caleb is sitting next to me, smiling. We clink glasses in a toast. We've made several toasts.

"You should have gone with your friends for Spring break instead of spending your holiday with your old mom."

"Momma, I graduate this June, I decided to spend time with you before I go off into the cold, cruel world."

I struggled with his pending graduation. Last two summers, he interned with a company in Capital City, some 200 miles from here. He accepted a job with them. For the first time in my life, I was going to be alone.

Being alone terrified me. With Caleb gone, there would be no anchor to keep me from falling deeper into the pit of degradation.

"Don't you worry about me! Your father left me set financially. My part-time work gives me spending money. I'll be fine."

My friends bought us drinks. The people at the bar were friends and family. They knew of and in most cases, were witness to my sluttiness. However, like Apple Annie in the old movie, they treated me like a queen when my son was around.

Caleb and I got stumbling slobbering drunk! In retrospect, I now realize that the drunker we got, the more handsy we got. We couldn't stop touching each other.

"Get your hands off my thigh!" I slapped Caleb's hand away.

"Well, you shouldn't be sitting with your legs crossed so high." He points at my legs crossed at the ankles. My skirt has ridden up. I make a half-hearted attempt to pull it down.

"That doesn't give you an excuse to grab my thigh and try to look up my skirt."

"Momma! Do you know how many times you came home drunk, and I undressed you? I've seen you naked!"

It was apparent Caleb was no neophyte when it came to drinking. He was matching me a shot for shot

"Well, yes! But that was different." We were always open with each other. More besties than mother and son.

At some point during the evening, I end up sitting with my legs spread and Caleb's knees between them. His knee pressed against my sex. Even drunk I knew this was going too far.

"Come on! We had better get out of here! You're starting to treat your old mother like one of your dates."

"Momma, for tonight, you are my date!"

Caleb didn't know it, but his words were prophetic.The bartender called us an Uber.

"Mom! Pull your dress down!"

My skirt had ridden up when I crawled across the backseat of the car. We laughed at my silky black thong. I struggle to pull my dress down and gave up. I felt all warm and fuzzy.

"Hey! I paid a lot of money for these drawers! It's wasted if no one sees them."

Caleb slapped me on my butt. He pushed me into the back seat. The palms of his hand were on my ass cheeks. His thumbs were between my thighs. My ass tingles. Did his hand linger on my behind? Did his thumbs touch my sex?

The scene swirls around me. I had the sense of wellbeing that alcohol gives you. I leaned my head on Caleb's shoulder. His arm was around my waist. It felt good to be with him.

We're cuddled like lovers in the back of the Uber. Caleb's hand cupped my breast. I push it away. He slapped my hand and cupped my breast again. I giggled and left it there.

"Boy, you ain't touched these old jugs since I weaned you at four years old."

"I touch them all the time when you came home drunk!"

"You didn't?" Drunken outrage welled in me at the thought my son felt me up.

"No, I didn't," he laughed. "But I wanted to!"

Laughing I push away from him, I sit up in the back of the car. My skirt is around my waist. The driver is ogling me through the rearview mirror.

"So, you breastfed me?" Caleb's hand is on my thigh. It feels hot and sweaty.

"Yes, you know that! Why do you ask?"

"Is that where I got my titty fetish from? You breastfeeding me?"

"I don't know about your titty fetish. But these jugs grew while I was pregnant with you and never went down."

We were laughing and talking like the best friends we were. We have always been comfortable with each other. It some ways, we was more like good friends than mother and son.

Another vignette. Caleb's head is on my bosom. One tit is out. His lips felt warm and moist on my nipple as he nurses in his sleep. He's snoring. I caress his close-cropped hair. His father may have done a number on us, but we have each other.

It was rough raising a boy as a single parent. It was made more difficult by trying to explain his father's homosexuality. He struggled to understand it. His feeling for his father went from hate to grudging acceptance.

Caleb's hand rested on the inside of my thigh. I lean back against the seat, trying to stop the spinning. I cover his hand with mine. The street lights are like camera flashes as the Uber speeds down the boulevard taking us home.

The car hit a rough patch of road. I wake up. My hand is flexing on Caleb's cock. He groans. His hand is under my dress cupping my sex. His index finger is sliding up and down my vaginal crease. It's wrong, but it feels good. What the hell is going on?

"Stop! You're bad!" I titter and push his hand away. He stops sucking my nipple and mumbles something incomprehensible. His drool runs down my cleavage. Incongruously I think of a guy who pissed on me.

I woke up in another No Tell Motel. My' date' for the night was standing over me, relieving himself. He sprayed his warm piss over my face and naked body. I recall drunkenly protesting. But I didn't stop him.

When I woke up the next morning, he was gone. I reeked of stale piss. I said I teetered on the edge of the pit of degradation. That morning I was sure I slid into it. I hated myself for liking the way my date degraded me.

When I woke up again, the Uber is stopped in front of my bungalow. The driver is leaning over the back seat, watching Caleb finger fuck me. My hand clutches my son's cock. In a drunk's uncoordinated way, I push my son's hand away.

What the fuck? I was making out in an Uber with my son! The events of the night continue playing back. We're are in the foyer. My back is against the closed door. My dress is around my waist. Caleb's hands cup my ass. His cock is grinding into me.

"I love you, momma!"

"I love you too, baby! But we need to stop this!" My actions belie my words. My hand is between us. I'm unzipping his pants.

Caleb's hands are inside the elastic of my thong. He pushes then down over my hips. I giggle as he struggles to push them over my ass. I help him push them down. I step out of them and kick them across the foyer.

"There, mister! They're off! But I have to pee!" I pushed him away and run across the foyer. My pencil skirt is around my waist. He tries to follow me. His pants are around his knees. He trips and falls.

We laugh like idiots. I watch him shuck his pants and struggle to his feet. He looks silly with his cock hanging out of the slit of his shorts like an elephant's trunk. He sways, trying to maintain his balance.

I barely make it to the bathroom. Caleb is leaning against the door, watching me pee. I grin at the kinky eroticism of my son watching me take a piss.

His cock forms a significant bulge in his boxers. His sweat moistened t-shirt clings to his sculpted body. He has a swimmer's long, lean body. I've attended some of his swim meets. He's good!

"Hey, you! Give your old mother a little privacy!"

I had a funny feeling in my belly. It's the same feeling I have with my dates. A sense of anticipation.

"Remember me? I'm the guy who used to undress you!"

"That doesn't mean you can watch me pee! Get out of here!"

"Hurry up, momma! I got to go!" He touches his bulge. I moisten my dry lips.

His cock is big. Maybe not as large as some I have had but big enough. His father had a big cock also. It filled me totally. I came almost continuously when he fucked me. Did Caleb's father get anything out of it? Or was he just going through the motions?

"Use the upstairs bathroom!"

I forced myself to look away from my son's cock. I reeled off a wad of toilet paper. I pat myself dry while Caleb leaned against the door sill watching. I levered myself up. My pussy is still wet but not from peeing.

"I'd never make it!" He pushes me to the side. He pulls out his cock.

"Pull the seat up, damn it!"

I push by him and flip up the toilet seat. Caleb's hand clutches the base of his cock. It droops from his hand. He weaves as he waits for his cock to soften so he can pee.

"Now who is watching who pee?"

He leers at me. I realize my skirt is around my waist. My son is looking at my pussy. I have a strange thought; at least I shaved! I always shave for my dates.

"Watch it!"

Caleb starts to pee, missing the toilet. He swings his cock like a fireman with a hose, trying to aim. I grabbed his dick and pointed it at the toilet. It felt simultaneously hard and pliable. It pulsed in my hand.

Caleb's arm snaked around my bare bottom. He stroked my ass as I held his cock. His hand felt warm on my ass. Somehow it was comforting. He finished peeing. I shake off the last drops.

"Thank you, momma!"

Caleb kissed my cheek and squeezed my ass. I stuffed his cock back in his boxers. I pointed him toward the door. I gave him a shove and smacked his ass.

"Get your drunk ass to bed!"

"Child abuser," he chuckles. He stumbles, turns, and starts down the hall.

I slipped off my pencil skirt. There's a moment of confusion when I saw I had no panties on. I smiled as I recalled taking them off in the foyer. I unbuttoned my blouse and hung it on the hook on the door. A thud and a groan sent me scurrying into the hall wearing only my bra, thigh highs, and 5" CFM heels.

Caleb was sitting on the floor. His back was against the wall. His legs were sprawled in front of him. He had a bemused look on his face, and he was rubbing the back of his head. Maternal instinct fought through the miasma of drunkenness. My baby was hurt!

"Are you okay?" I squatted in front of him.

His eyes were weak and watery. He moved his head back and forth. Then he stared between my legs. I looked down. My pussy was open. My son was ogling my inner pinkness.

"Pervert," I laughed.

"I'd be a pervert if I kissed your pussy!" Caleb leered at me.

"Caleb! You shouldn't talk like that to your mother."

I struggled to my feet. I tried to help Caleb stand. The hall heaved like a ship in a storm. I fell forward, balancing myself with my hands on the wall above Caleb's head.

"I fall down!" It was an endearing throwback to when he was a baby learning to walk. His drunken smile reminds me of those long-ago good times when we were a family. The times when I was a stay at home housewife. I was raising my son and fucking my husband 2-3 times a week. Years later, my ex told me the other nights his lover was fucking him.

"Here! Mommy will help that baby stand up." Caleb grabbed my extended hand. Instead of standing, he pulled me forward. He wrapped his hand around my hips. I stumbled forward. Caleb raised up and kissed my pussy.

I was slow to process what was going on. The alcohol slowed my reaction. My pussy welcomed the attention. I reacted to his tongue probing between my labia. I clutched at his head. I wasn't sure if I was trying to push him away and press him tighter. His tongue felt so damn good!

"Wait, Caleb! Wait! We can't!" My body, ...and my pussy betrayed me. I spread my legs, giving my son, my baby, better access to my pussy.

He had obviously done this before. He knew where to lick, how much pressure to apply, and to avoid the sensitive nub of my clit...for now!

Caleb's hand slipped up my hips to my ass. He clutched at it, pulling me down to him. I squatted over my son's face, my hands against the wall.

I experienced the best pussy licking ever! His tongue moved across my hole like a violin virtuoso's bow across his violin. Each lick was like a note in a sonata.

Or maybe it wasn't his skills, which were substantial. Perhaps it was the kinkiness of my son, my baby doing it.

"Oh, dear God, baby! We mustn't...please! We mustn't!"

I ground my pussy into my son's face. His tongue is buried in my hole, as deep as the longest cock I ever had. My legs shook as my pussy spasmed. I was going to cum! I was going to cum from my drunk son licking his equally drunken mother's cunt.

I felt a pressure in my vagina I had not felt in years. It is the pressure a woman feels when she pushes a baby out. The pressure she feels when her partner is particularly good, and she is going to cum. I screamed and squirted. The scream became a prolonged wail. My ejaculate sprayed my son's face and the wall behind it.

My legs gave away. I collapsed on Caleb's lap. The shaft of his rigid tool press against my still spasming pink cookie.

"WOW! Momma, you're the first woman to ever do that when I ate them!"

I look into Caleb's smiling face. My cum soaked his hair and forehead. It's running down the wall behind him. I take his face in my hands and kiss him.

I taste the unfamiliar taste of my ejaculate mixed with perspiration and Caleb's saliva. His mouth opened, and my tongue charged through the opening. Our tongues dueled inside his mouth. Our crotches grind against each other. We were lost in an eroticism unleashed by lowered inhibitions and alcohol. The incestuous passions natural to a mother and son, but suppressed by society's dictates, were unleashed.

I gasped when his cock slipped into my pussy. We continued grinding with my son's cock, his pussy filling cock buried in me!

"Oh, baby! Mommy loves you so much!" His hands cupped my ass. My arms encircled his neck.

"I love you too, momma! Your pussy feels better than I ever dreamed it would!"

"You dreamed about this...about fucking me?" My head reeled.

"I would undress you and stand over you watching you sleep. I knew the demons you fought. I ached to crawl in bed with you and cuddle with you. I wanted to be the man who made you feel like a woman again."

I wanted to cry. I spent years looking for love in all the wrong places. For most of his life, love was right down the hall from me.

All mothers are aware of their son's fascination with their bodies. Boys imprint on moms right out of the womb. She is the most important person in his life. Breastfeeding solidifies the connection. The act of nourishing him with her body creates intimacy like no other.

That fixation carries on through puberty. Most boys eventually grow out of it. They spend their lives looking for that woman who most reminds them of his mother. Caleb was telling me what I instinctively knew. I was his perfect woman; he was my ideal man!

The bond we created at his birth has driven us to this moment. At some level, we always wanted to be joined again. I read an article once that said that only societal taboos kept a mother and son from becoming lovers. It said the bond created at birth was stronger and more intimate than any other bond. Mother and son want to share the intimacy again they felt when he emerged squalling from her birth canal.

All of that is dime-store physicology. Caleb's cock filled me like no other. I not only felt him in my pussy, I felt him in my soul and in my mind.

Caleb's powerful thrust pushed me in the air. I flopped around like a rag doll impaled on his tool. An alarm went off in my head. There was something...!

Before I could wrap my mind around the substance of the warning, my son's cock swelled in me. Instead of the long strokes hard strokes, he began the short hard thrusts. He was cumming!

I braced myself with my hands against the wall. I pumped down hard on my son's spewing cock. I wanted it! I wanted his seed in me. The eroticism of the moment, feeling Caleb cumming, drove my orgasm. My pussy clamped down.

"Oh, Fuck! Fill me up! Fill your momma's pussy with your spunk!"

"Jesus Christ! MOMMA!"

Caleb screamed as he flooded my vagina with his sperm. I rode waves of pleasure and intimacy. I have fucked many men. With Caleb, it was like it was my first time.

We slumped against each other there on the floor. My son's cock was still in me. Our foreheads touched.

We must have passed out. I woke up to Caleb trying to push me off him. I stare around, trying to figure out where I was.

"Momma! Get up! We need to get to bed!"

I mumbled something. Caleb pushed me off him. His cock slid out of my hole. Dribbles of my son's cum followed. Caleb lifted me to my feet. We supported each other as we staggered down the hall. When I tried to enter my bedroom, Caleb dragged me to his. I didn't protest. I'm too drunk! Besides, I wanted to be with him, to feel his strong arms envelop me!

I woke up during the night to my son's cock pumping into me from behind. I pump back. We fucked off and on through the night. And yes, at some point, he was in my ass! For that night, I was his slut!

Chapter

"Caleb! Caleb! Wake up, baby! Wake up!" I gently shake him.

There was nothing else to do. We are both adults. Adults who violated one of the fundamental societal tenets for close relatives. We fucked!

"Whuh...where? Momma!"

Caleb bolts up in bed. He looks around, confused. His eyes settle on me, sitting naked on the side of his bed. His eyes widened, not at my nudity, but with the realization of what we have done.

"Oh my God, momma! Oh, my God!" Tears well in his eyes.

"Easy, baby! Easy! What's done is done! Calm down!"

"But momma! I...!"

His voice trails off. He holds his head in his hands and bawls. I pull him to my bosom and stroke his head as he cries.

I think back to when he was younger. He would come home with bruises and scrapes. I would hold him like this then, comforting him.

"Baby, it's not what you did. It's what WE did! Like all things in life, once done, there is no undoing. We had sex. Maybe we shouldn't have, but we did. We need to move on!"

"How do we move on, momma? What do we do?"

His naked body felt warm against mine. My emotions run rampant. I am both mother and lover, moving back and forth between those roles. I held him tight. We couldn't go back. We had to move on.

"First, we need to clean up and get some clothes on! I'll fix us some breakfast!"

I took his face in my hands and kissed him on the mouth. It wasn't a motherly kiss. Nor was it an intimate kiss. It was a kiss that acknowledged a change in our lives.

Chapter

The remaining days of Caleb's Spring break were awkward. Our relationship had changed. We weren't sure of the new parameters.

Our embraces were difficult. We were not sure how tight to hold each other or how close. Other times our hugs turned into impromptu make-out sessions. We would rip at each other's clothes. Our hands would roam over each other's bodies. Then one or the other of us would come to their senses. We would stop and try to go on as though nothing happened.

After he returned to school, I tried to get on with my life. However, I no longer sought anonymous fucks. They scratched the itch but did not fill the need in me. Fucking Caleb had changed me. I was celibate and sober for a month! It was the month after he left that I knew how much he changed me.

Before Caleb came home for spring break, I had been having irregular periods and spotting. My gynie said I needed to get off my brand of birth control pill and go on another. During the transition, I used condoms for my slut activities. I didn't use anything when I fucked Caleb. I was pregnant with my son's baby!

I spent a week wallowing in self-pity. I knew I needed to tell Caleb, but I wasn't sure how or when. I took the coward's way out. I did not tell him.

I was eight weeks pregnant when I attended Caleb's graduation. I wore a loose-fitting dress to hide my baby bump.

I cried when he walked across the stage and received his diploma. There was a sense of relief and loss. I am no longer responsible for his life. He was on his own. And so was I.

"Momma, let's go have a drink and celebrate."

"I'll pass on the drink!"

I had decided to tell him. He had a right to know. I was sitting on the couch in his off-campus apartment. Packed boxes and suitcases littered the floor. We were shipping his stuff home. The plan was for us to take the train. Caleb had a month before he left for Capital City to start his career.

"Sit down! We need to talk!" I patted the couch next to me.

"What's up, momma?" He bubbled with barely suppressed excitement.

"I've struggled with this. But I decided it would be unfair to you not to tell you!" I held his hand in mine. It felt strong.

"Tell me what, momma?" Concern was written in his face.

"Um...you remember when you were home for Spring break?"

"How could I forget!" He laughed. "Well, I remember some of it! We were pretty drunk!"

"Oh! So you're telling me you took advantage of your poor drunk mother, and you can't remember what we did?" I was teasing him, hoping to soften the impact of what I must tell him.

"I'm not sure who took advantage of who! I do recall it was the most erotic experience of my life!"

He surprised me by kissing me on the lips. I pulled back when I felt the pressure of his tongue on my lips.

"Stop, Caleb! There's something I must tell you!"

"Okay, momma!" He sat back, eyeing me."What is it?"

I took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant! It's our baby!"

I thought he was going to pass out. His eyes were unfocused. He wove slightly as he sat. His mouth opened and repeatedly closed like a guppy.

"I...are you...!" I mean...! I'm not sure what I mean or what to say!" He clutched at my hand. "Have you been to the doctor? What did he say? Is the baby...okay? What...?"

"Slow down! Slow down!" I laughed, holding my hands up to fend off his verbal assault. "The doctor says the baby and I are doing just fine. He said we would have to wait until it was born to see if it had two heads, three eyes or something like that!"

"What?" Caleb bolted up.

"Just teasing!"

Caleb stood over me. "I should spank your ass!"

"Hold the thought! I'm pregnant! You can't be too rough!"

He began to pace the floor. "I'll move back home! I'll find a job near you so I can help! I'll...!"

"You'll do nothing of the kind! You'll have your life, and I'll have mine!"

I lost that argument! Caleb was able to transfer to an office closer to home. He used his signing bonus money to buy a car. He wanted to redecorate his room into a nursery. I drew the line there.

"And where will you sleep, young man? Not in my bed! We got drunk and made this baby, but we're not going to get into some long term incestuous relationship."

He hugged me. I started blubbering. Lately, I did that a lot. The doctor said it was the rush of hormones caused by my pregnancy.

"What a pair we make! You can't stop crying, and I can't stop loving you!" He grasped my shoulders and pushed me back to arm's length. "It's going to be harder to hold you close with that belly!"

Like I said before, I never was a small girl. The swell of my belly was beginning to match my bubble butt. I felt like a whale! And I was horny!

I pushed his arms aside and wrapped my arms around his waist. I held him tight, relishing the feel of my son's body, my baby's father, close to me. I looked up into his eyes.

"I love you, Caleb! And I love our baby! I want so much for him!"

"Him? You knew the sex and didn't tell me!"

"I was going to tell you! I was waiting for the right time!" I twisted away and backed up, laughing.

He chased me around the living room. It was a short chase. I didn't really want to getaway. I wanted him to hold me. I wanted to feel protected.

He caught me. We fell laughing on the sofa. I was wearing only a shapeless muumuu. He pulled it up to my waist and spanked my ass. It was delicious to feel him take charge. I was always a closet submissive. My son's assertiveness brought it to the fore.

"Hey! I'm pregnant!"

"And you've been holding out on me!" I turned so I was lying on top of him. It was slightly uncomfortable, but it felt amazing. The result of our love was sandwiched between us. It felt even better when we kissed.

I held his face in my hands. Our lips touched. It was light touch, just our mouths. His aroma was intoxicating. I pressed his lips with just the tip of my tongue.

"You know you have a big ass, right?

Outraged, I tried to sit up. Caleb held me, preventing it.

"You sure as hell know how to spoil a moment!" I was spitting mad, twisting, and turning trying to escape. He had a devilish smile on his face.

"But you do! I used to watch you walk around the house in your lingerie. I wondered how it would be to fuck you doggie style and watch that big ass roll! Did we do doggie or anal in our drunken fuck?"

His hands slipped down and kneaded my butt. He was teasing me. I could see that.

"I don't remember! You got your mother drunk and fucked her. You probably did my ass and everything else!"

"We had better start practicing doggie. When your belly gets bigger, that's all we'll be able to do!"

"Is that your half-ass way of saying let's fuck?" I was on my elbows laying on him, looking down into his grinning face.

"If you insist!" The devilish smile on his face was endearing.

"If I insist! Mister, I'll have you know I'm not going to beg for your cock."

And I didn't! We made out for a while. Then I straddle him. It had been two months since I felt my son's cock in me. I creamed like a teenager as he sunk in me.

Chapter

I feel like a beached whale! I'm thirty-three weeks pregnant and due any day. Caleb still snores. I find it endearing now. His cock is buried between the pillows of my ass. His hand caresses my breast.

I scoot my ass back. His cockhead slips between the lips of my pussy. I read in one of those articles on late-term pregnancy that a lot of women don't want sex. I don't know what's wrong with those bitches! I can't stop fucking.

I want my son's cock in me every morning and night. I can't get enough. The only frustrating thing is we have to fuck with him behind me. I mean, doggie style is fine. Back in my slut days, it was one of my favorite positions. But I want to look into his eyes as we fuck.

We tried it with me on top. My engorged jugs slung milk all over the room. It was a hoot! We started laughing and couldn't stop.

Sue has been a big help. Having three kids gave her the elder statesman role. When we panicked because we didn't understand some change me, we would call her. Yes, I told him about Sue and me. No, we haven't had a threesome! Yet!

We can't put any weight on my belly. Besides, as big as my stomach is, not even Caleb's cock is long enough! And the baby is always moving. He kicks, he turns, he balls up on one side of my belly! It feels like he has invited a few friends in for a soccer game!

I sigh as Caleb's cock slips into my hole."I love you, baby!"

"I love you too, momma!"

We fuck slow, enjoying the feeling of being joined by Caleb's cock in my pussy. His hand cups my breast. This is where I belong. This is the cock I searched for all of those years.

I'm still a cock loving slut. But I'm a slut for one cock only. My son's!

"Hey! I can feel him moving!"

"He does that a lot lately. I hope he doesn't bite!"

"Bite?" Caleb stops fucking me. He raised on one elbow and looks at me. "Momma, what the hell are you talking about?"

"You're so deep in my pussy, you're probably poking him. He might bite the head of your cock!" I start laughing and can't stop.. I know me and my two sons will have a good life!

343 A Valentine's Day Tryst

Schaka

This is my entry for Valentine's Day contest. It contains incest, BDSM and forced submission. If this is not your taste, move on! There are many other excellent stories to read.

Your votes and comments are kindly solicited.

"My ass! Gawddamit! Stick it in my ass!"

Her ass moved like waves on a sea of brown chocolate with each thrust. It receded when I pulled back only to crash forward again is I thrust hard into her large jiggly ass. The white froth of her juices coated my cock as I repeatedly pounded her creaming mature pussy. I leaned to the side and watched her tits bouncing in rhythm with my thrusts. I did not want to pull out. This was the best piece of ass I had in my 18 years.

"Fuck! Your pussy feels so good I don't want to pull out!"

"You big dick motherfucker! Do as I say!"

"Yes, Aunty Vicki!"

I grabbed the lube from my nightstand and squirted it on Aunt Vicki's ass and my cock. It mixed with the white froth coating her pussy. I eased my index finger in her anus to spread the lube. She hissed lewdly, rotating her large ass in sensuous circles.

This was all new. Auntie was opening new sexual vistas for me. I positioned my cock, glistening with lube and her pussy juices, at her winking starfish and pushed in. Unfortunately, this was my first anal. Instead of a gradual entry, letting auntie get accustomed to my tool, I slid in to the hilt. My balls slapped against her ass.

"Oh Fuck! Fuck! Easy you motherfucker! You're going to tear me apart!"

Aunt Vickie screamed and dropped to her belly. I followed her down, my cock still buried in her most private of places. Her anus was unbelievably tight.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Vicki!"

"Just shut up you big dick motherfucker and do like I told you."

Auntie pushed up on her hands and knees taking me with her. I gripped her hips as she thrust back hard against me. Her guttural mewls and grunts were surprisingly arousing.

"That's it, baby! Fuck auntie! Make her holler!"

I drew my hand back above my head. For the briefest moment, I hesitated. Like anal sex, this was also new. Nevertheless, Auntie told me to do it. I brought it down hard on her plump behind. She yelped and pushed back hard. My palm stung. I brought the other hand up high above my head and brought it down hard on her other ass cheek. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the tight confines of my small bedroom.

"Shut up and move your ass, you fat ass bitch!"

I almost giggled as I said it. It sounded ridiculous. However, auntie said she needed a man to take charge, to use her, to make her behave like a $2 whore. She said abusive language was part of the surrender.

"You bastard! You asshole! Mr. Good Dick! Take my ass!"

Her use of profanity and lewd sexual language was exciting. I wondered if all mature women were like her.

"You tramp! Say you love my dick in your fat ass."

"Jesus! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Her voice was heavily slurred. The combination of too much alcohol and a potent Indian drink called bhang had suppressed all inhibitions. I knew from bit and pieces of conversation that auntie enjoyed her sex. What I did not know was that one day I would fuck this uninhibited vixen.

"Say it!"

"Oh Sweet Lord! I love your dick in my ass! I love! I love it!"

The staccato sound of flesh slapping flesh resounded through the room.

It was early Valentine's Day morning. As the sun rose through the street facing window, I could see the thick blanket of snow covering the ground. The snowstorm was as predicted.

The previous night, my parents, Cora and Deshaun Beavanaex and my aunt, Vicki Crump, attended the lavish St. Valentine's Day dance at Aunt Vicki's country club. Like the other dances at the venue, it catered to the idle rich. The drinks were free and flowed like water through a broken dam.

We were by no means rich. My father is an IT specialist and mom has never worked. However, Aunt Vicki was married to a doctor. The country club membership was one of the status symbols she indulged in. That and the midnight blue BMW 750i sitting in our driveway.

However, this year was different. The national weather service predicted a major snowstorm to hit our area. Our town instituted their emergency weather plan. Days off were cancelled for all first responders and the hospitals were put on emergency stand by. Uncle Adam is an ER physician and had to work. That and a set of unlikely circumstances led to me fucking Aunt Vicki. Perhaps I should back up

My name is Jordan Beavanaex. This is about how I went from designated driver to designated fucker.

There was an unreality to this scene. Aunt Vicki was always there as I grew up. She was the loud obvious woman with the big ass and tits. Somewhere in my early teens, she moved from my fat aunt to my voluptuous sexual fantasy.

Now here I was, my cock buried to the hilt in her curvy ass, both hands stinging as I pummeled that same ass. Her screams of lust were at once startling and satisfying. I was fucking a mature woman and she loved it. I was realizing a lifelong fantasy.

I did feel guilty about fucking Uncle Adam's wife. He should have been where I was. Aunt Vicki planned a night of no holds barred sex after the St Valentine's Day dance. He was always nice to me, if a little distant. His gifts were always the most extravagant. His demeanor toward my family was solicitous. As I got older, I decided his solicitude was actually patronizing.

Since Uncle Adam is a doctor, he is usually the designated driver when they go out. Even when he is not on duty, he is on call. However, the storm cancelled his time off. Aunt Vicki was pissed.

"Yes, Cora! I knew marrying a doctor had its challenges. But I look forward to this night. I can let my hair down and get a little crazy."

"Vicki, if that dress is any indication, you were going to get more than a little crazy! Besides, there will be other nights." Mom sounded amused at her older sister as she surveyed her very revealing dress.

"Fuck other nights. Adam has been working like one of them Hebrew slaves in the bible. Tonight I wanted a little me time." She sensuously ran her open palms over her hips. Then she drew one back and slapped her ass. "Actually, I wanted a LOT of me time!"

Aunt Vicki, at 48, is what one would definitely call voluptuous. I am just over 6' and tip the scale at around 200 pounds. Aunt Vicki is about 5'7" and probably matches me pound for pound. She is a big woman. What the boys on the block call thick. Her tummy was soft and rounded but most of that thickness was in her ass and breasts. Her thighs and calves were large but firm.

She wore a red lace long sleeved dress with a scalloped hem and a high cut neck. Under the see thru mesh she wore a red camisole with attached garters. Flame red 5 inch CFM heels with satiny red stockings completed auntie's Valentine's Day outfit. Imagine a full chested Rubens model then add 30 pounds and you have Aunt Vicki.

My 45 year old mom wore a red side wrap dress with a deep vee wired neckline and spaghetti straps. The wrap extended down partially covering one leg to just above the ankle while leaving the other uncovered to the middle of her full firm thigh. It was a long version of one of those Dorothy Lamour sarongs in the old movies. In keeping with the Valentine's Day theme of the party, she wore red zebra striped stockings with matching red zebra striped mules. She looked hot. It showed off her full firm legs. The vee neckline displayed a startling amount of her lush cleavage. Mom is not a big woman but like most African American women, she has a full bubble butt and large breasts. Again, imagine a Rubens model sans 30 pounds but about 36C.

Both mom and Aunt Vicki had caramel colored skin and grey eyes, reflecting our Creole heritage. Their eyes were almond shaped with a slight oriental tilt set in an oval face. An aquiline nose set above full and sensual lips. They both were MILFs. There just was more of Aunt Vicki.

She was a brassy woman, loud and profane. Mom often said with her sister, whatever came up, came out. Once, I overheard them discussing their sex lives.

"Yeah the quality is okay, Cora. I mean when we fuck I get a good ride. But sometimes I want quantity. I just want to be fucked senseless."

Mom laughed. "Girl, I know what you mean! I tell Deshaun sometimes he should tie me to the bed and use me like a $2 whore. Hell! I told him once to blindfold me and bring in a few friends"

"Chile, I know what you mean! Just pound you into the mattress. What did he say?"

"He says he got too much respect for me to treat me like!"

"Respect hell! He can respect you afterwards!"

I slipped out the patio door. Their loud guffaws ringing in my ears. Overhearing that conversation forever altered my view of my Aunt and mother. They were no longer just my sexy aunt and mom. They were both sexual animals with large libidos. And mom was a sub!

From that moment my aunt and my mom moved from sexy women to women I fantasized having sex with. Some of my buddies talked about stealing their mom's panties and masturbating with them. I never did that. I would "borrow" her used panties from the dirty clothes hamper. I would place them over my head and masturbate to the mind-altering aroma of my mother's pussy. When I came, it was a geyser, shooting high in the air and splattering back on my chest.

"Besides, tonight he promised to do it like I like to do it. We were going to get down, dirty and nasty. You know what that means."

Mom shot a quick glance at me.

"Uhh! Vicki! We don't need to go into detail about your...proclivities...when you drink. Especially with my son here!"

"Look, I'm 18! In most of the country, that makes me an adult. However, I can leave the room, if you want."

"No, that's okay, Jordan," dad said standing up from his easy chair. He matched me in height. However, the spare tire around his middle added thirty pounds and gave him a rotund look. Mom called him her black teddy bear. Like me, dad was so dark that his skin had a bluish hue reflecting the African strain in his side of the family's low country gitchie heritage. . He was wearing a rented white tuxedo with red lapels and red piping on the pant leg. His shirt was blood red with ruffles framing the buttons.

"Deshaun, you'll just have to be the designated driver."

"Hey! Why put that on me, Cora! I look forward to this party also!"

At that point, as if on cue, their eyes turned to me.

"Son, you aren't doing anything tonight. Why don't you drive us?"

"Great idea," mom chortled, "and then we can all enjoy the party."

"Mom, Dad, just because I am...between girlfriends...doesn't mean I want to spend Saturday night at a dull grown up party."

I had just broken up with my girlfriend. I was still trying to sort out why. It seemed to be going great. We even circled the bases a few times. Then she asked that we just be friends. She said she was always sore after we had sex and she just did not want to do it with me anymore.

"Great idea, Deshaun," Aunt Vicki exclaimed, "And Jordan you don't have to stay. You can drop us off and pick us up when we call."

I will not bore you with my pleadings in a losing argument. I ferried them across town in Aunt Vickie's luxury sedan. I did mention Uncle Adam was a doctor, didn't I? The storm began as we moved across town. What was normally a 20-minute drive took closer to thirty due to the blowing snow.

On the drive home, I called my buddy Manny Patel using the hands free calling feature. I invited him by to play video games with me.

"Hey dude! No way! We are supposed to get snow up the ass out here! Besides, my dad and mom are at that big Valentine's Day thing at the country club and I'm stuck babysitting my little sister."

"Yeah I here ya! I guess I'll do some of that bhang you gave me and watch porn."

"Dude! Be careful! That shit can knock you on your ass. And with some people it makes them uncontrollably horny. You don't want to rub your dhong raw!" He snorted that irritating horse like hee haw laugh of his.

"What's in that stuff anyway?"

"It's steam extracted liquid marijuana blended into fermented honey. Fermenting the honey kicks the alcohol content up to about 60 proof. It's like an Indian liqueur. But it's used in medicines, cooking and even some religious rituals."

"Religious rituals?"

"Yeah! My grandfather says straight it has mind-altering properties, almost like an aphrodisiac. I don't know about that shit. But it's a good high and it makes the chicks legs pop open." Again his irritating laugh.

I hung up and resigned myself to a night alone. By the time I got home, the storm was raging. I parked the car in the driveway and entered the garage by the side door. Once inside, I used dad's stepladder to retrieve my bhang stash from a rafter in the open beam ceiling. I got a coke from the refrigerator in the garage, took a big gulp and refilled it with bhang.

I returned the bhang to its hiding place, went back to my room and fired up my laptop. For me, one of the side effects of bhang was it took me longer to cum. But when I did, it was like turning on a fire hose.

My cell rang around 11:30. It was dad. His voice was heavily slurred.

"Jossun, we're ready. Come get us"

"Okay dad! But it's going to take me a bit. It's snowing pretty good."

It took 40 minutes to make the drive. As I pulled under the canopy of the country club, the three of them were standing just inside the double glass door. Mom and Aunt Vicki were on Dad's arms. It was a perfect case of the blind leading the blind as they staggered toward the car.

"Gawddamit Vicki! You keep bumping your big ass hips into me and you gona knock us all down!"

"You juss leave my hips alone! My man likes them."

The doorman was White and in his 30's. He opened the front and rear doors. He eyed my mom's ass as she literally crawled across the rear seat, exposing her lush hips. Dad slipped in next to her. They were both giggling like teenagers.

When he helped Aunt Vicki into the front, I noticed he could not keep his eyes off her crotch. As she turned in the car seat, I saw why. Her dress had ridden up around her thighs. Before he closed the door, I could see the elastic tops of her satiny red stockings with the red garters.

She caught me staring at her thighs and winked. "That will give him something to think about when he jacks off tonight!"

"Vicki! You stop talking like that in front of my son." Mom leaned forward between us, placing her left hand on my shoulder. "Be careful, darling," mom slurred, "ish really bad out here"

"Yes ma'am"

As mom leaned on the back of my seat, in the rear view mirror, I could see dad sitting forward in the back seat run his hand under her dress. She looked over her shoulder at him and blew him a kiss.

"What was that shit the Patels had?" Auntie slouched down in the bucket seat with her legs crossed at the ankles and her knees spread, uncaring of the spectacle she presented. My cock grew down my pant leg.

"He shaid it was hang or bhang or some shit like that. Shome kinda Indian liqueur." Disturbingly, mom's warm breath blew by my ear causing my cock to twitch. The odor of stale alcohol mixed with Liz Taylor's Passion assaulted my senses.

"That shit is potent! I ain't been this fucked up in years."

"After all the alcohol we drank tonight, it was a nicesh way to end the evening."

"It waash nice of him to share it with us." Dad was barely comprehensible. He was not only having trouble talking, he could not keep his hands off mom. He kept stroking her ass. She giggled and sat back in the seat.

"Deshaun! You stop that! At least until we get home." Mom tittered like a schoolgirl.

About 10 minutes into the drive, I heard a slurping sound. In the rear view mirror, I could see my mother's head in my father's lap. His cock was in her mouth, her dress was around her waist and his hand was between her legs. Her eyes were closed. With her cheeks concaved, she looked more like a baby nursing a pacifier then a woman sucking a cock.

Dad's eyes were also closed. His head lay back against the headrest. I could see mom's stockings were thigh highs attached to a lace garter. Her luscious bare behind rotated slowly under dad's hand and she moaned loudly.

I knew they had an active sex life. My room was up the hall from theirs. Once or twice a week I could hear them going at it. Mom was a screamer. However, seeing them making out in the backseat took it to a new level. I recalled Manny Patel's warning about bhang.

As I cautiously negotiated the snow packed roads, I shot a quick glance at Aunt Vicki. It was almost as though she were in a coma. Her mouth was open, eyes closed and her head lolled to the side. Her red lace dress had ridden higher on her thighs. In the subdued ambient light, I could see the tops of her satiny stockings. I got a hard on imagining what I could not see. The distraction caused me briefly to lose control of the car. It fishtailed, the ABS kicked in and I quickly regained control. Aunt Vickie's eyes popped open. Her hand shot out and grabbed my thigh.

"What happened," she slurred.

"I skidded a little. But we are okay."

"You be careful now! Ish really bad out here."

Aunt Vicki turned in the seat, got on her knees so she could see into the back seat. Her dress was around her hips, revealing her large caramel chocolate ass framed by the satiny red garters. I suppressed the urge to lean over and kiss her succulent rear.

"Cora, you naughty girl," her voice was sing songy and leering. "Whatever are you doing back here?"

I shot a quick glance at the mirror. Mom raised her head. Dad's cock slid wetly, partially erect from her mouth. A thin filament of liquid followed her mouth, sagged and separated. It landed on her lower lip and chin. My cock fought to rip a hole through my jeans as she casually ran her tongue over her lips and smacked. Dad's cock lay wetly on the white tuxedo pants, staining them.

For the first time in my life, I saw my father's cock. Though a respectable size, he was smaller than me! Mom had a wicked grin on her face.

"Jossun! You keep your eyes on the road! Vicki, yoush just jealous."

"Maybe! But if you keep sucking Deshaun like that, you gona have to share again!"

Again? My mind reeled at the implications of their drunken repartee.

Mom struggled to a sitting position. I caught glimpses of black fur framed by her red stockings. She made an ineffectual attempt to pull her hem down. In the mirror, I could see a wet gleam on her lips and chin. Was it saliva or dad's cum? She wagged a finger in her sister's face. "You know that only happened a couple of times. Jordan! Keep your mind on the road."

The big sedan had drifted and bumped the curb. I yanked the wheel to the left. The ABS kicked in and the car recovered.

Was mom suggesting that she and Aunt Vicki had a 3some with my father?

"Wanna switch places? You sit up here with your son and I get in back with Deshaun?"

VICKI! You stop saying shit like that!" In the mirror I could see mom wore a lop sided grin. "Besidesh, he sleep."

Aunt Vicki turned back in the seat. I heard the rustling of clothes in the back seat then the soft sound of snoring. Auntie put her left hand back on my thigh. For a few moments, she stared out the windshield at the driving snow. I could see the straps of her garter and the clips attached to her stockings. In the flashes of light as we passed under streetlights and the dim glow of the BMW's ambient lighting, I could see the full curve of her bare hips.

My eyes were on a swivel. I would look down trying to catch glimpses of her pussy. Then quickly look up as I negotiated the snow-covered road. Auntie would doze, her head dropping to her chest. Then she would wake up, look around bleary eyed and repeat the cycle.

"Fucking dizzy," she mumbled.

"Just relax, Auntie. We'll be home in a little bit."

She tried to reposition herself further up the seat. In the process, her hand, still resting on my thigh, slid up, covering my dick.

"Whush this here? Boy you got a hard on! And a nice one at that!"

"Auntie I...!"

"Donsh you worry about it! Mo'sh natural thing in the world. I wish your uncle got hard more often!"

Auntie's hand flexed several times on my hardening cock through my jeans.

"Nice sizesh too! You know, before they put thesh fuckin' consoles in the way, a girl could lean over and show a fellow how much she appreciated him."

She began massaging my cock through my jeans, running her hand up and down my length and gently squeezing.

"Aunt Vicki! You should stop!"

"You know, I used to suck my dates off instead of giving them a good night kiss. Any of your girlfriends ever give you road head?"

She giggled then seemed to doze off again. Her hand still rested on my cock. The roads were now snow packed and slippery. The wind picked up, cutting visibility. I gripped the wheel tightly with both hands.

Auntie turned on her side facing the back of the bucket seat. She slumped down with her head resting on the console and her legs extended on the seat behind her. Her dress was now above her hips. I could see a lacy red garter extending down from the camisole holding up the red satiny stockings. I could see the full curve of her bare mature ass. Even drunk and sleep she looked incredible. Uncle Adam missed a real treat. It seemed the bhang released whatever inhibitions auntie had left.

A phrase from her conversation with mom crept back into my head. 'Pound me into the mattress'! Jesus! I wish I could!

The car fishtailed again. Aunty woke up. She turned slightly and looked over me at the storm raging outside the driver's side window.

"Nasty fuckin' night!" A slow lopsided smile played across her lips. "I had something special planned for Adam tonight. I was going to slip one of his blue pills in his drink."

"Aunty, you shouldn't be telling me all of this."

"Why not? You said you was an adult. Adults talk about sex. You know what else I did?"

"No Auntie," I sighed.

Resigned to hearing her rambling, I concentrated on keeping the car on the road.

She struggled and turned around so she was sitting in the seat. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her hike her dress up around her waist. Then she reached over and turned the dim ambient lighting up.

A stoplight turned red. I gradually braked the big automobile to a stop. I release the steering wheel and flexed my fingers. Between the horrific driving conditions and auntie's sexy drunken rambling, I was tense.

I looked down. Aunt Vicki pulled her camisole to the side exposing her nether regions. Just above her pussy, her pubic hair was shaved in the shape of a heart and dyed red! I stared opened mouth. My cock jumped and twitched agonizingly in my tight jeans.

"Dish is whush your Uncle Adam missed." She ran her fingers through her cleft, across her pubic hair and back again. A thin line of wet extended from her pussy to her finger. It sagged and broke. There was a wet gleam to her cleanly shaven lips. I gulped hard.

"Ish soft too! Wanna feel?" with no further preamble, she grabbed my right hand and yanked it between her legs. She used both of her hands to hold mine in her moist warm inner sanctum. She squeezed her large thighs together trapping my hand there. I could feel the wetness of her cunt dribbling over my fingers.

"Auntie please stop! I...I...have to drive."

"Thish is what I had for your fucking mister emergency room doctor uncle!"

Her hips thrust forward. She pressed my index finger into her cleft. For an agonizingly brief moment, auntie fucked my finger. She groaned, her eyes at half mast. Her hips thrust up and back several times. Then she stopped. Her head dropped to her chest. She seemed to be passed out.

My jeans were a prison, pinning my cock between them and my thigh. I could feel the roughness of the denim material scratching my sensitive dickhead. I felt a warm wetness where copious amounts of precum leaked out onto my thigh.

"Lightsh changed."

"What?"

"Lightsh changed." Her arm pointed limply out the windshield at the green light barely visible threw the driving snow. She opened her thighs and I withdrew my hand. Her slick glistening juices coated it. Gripping the wheel with my left hand and my right hanging limply in the air, I eased the big sedan forward. The back wheels slipped a little then grabbed.

"Roadsh bad. You need to use both hands."

I held my wet right hand up with the fingers extended.

"I...uh...I need something to...!"

"Why don't you just lick 'em clean?"

I shot a quick look at her leering face then down at her still open legs. Her pussy looked wetter. I could see a small half moon of wetness between her legs on the leather seat.

I ached to taste her. Though cooling on my hands, her juices still felt like hot lava.

"You scared, ain't you? You scared to taste a real woman."

Auntie leered. She reached out, grasped my right hand, took a finger in her mouth and sucked it. All the time she stared at me. Then she slowly took my finger from her mouth and pushed my other finger toward me.

"Lick it!"

I pulled my hand, held by hers to my mouth and licked my fingers. The taste was intoxicating. There was a musky sweetness to it.

Auntie pulled my hand back to her. Her tongue was almost prehensile, wrapping around each of my fingers. She moaned softly. She released my hand and lay back in the bucket seat.

"Gawd! I love that taste! You ever eat pussy, Jordan?"

"Uh...yes ma'am."

"Did it taste as good as mine?"

"Uh...yes ma'am. I mean...no ma'am. I mean...!

Auntie patted my thigh. "Sharight! Pussy is like beer, an acquired taste. Lord, knows I love the taste!"

"Jordan!" I jumped at the sound of my father's voice.

"How far are we from home?"

"Uh, about 10 minutes at this speed, dad. It's really nasty tonight."

"I don't feel so good."

"Deshaun! Don't you dare get sick in my car!"

"I'm alright," dad mumbled.

"you better be," auntie cackled, "Cora got plans for you!"

I turned on to the long street leading to our house. Visibility was close to zero. I was driving straddling the center line.

Auntie's head bobbed to her large chest as she fought sleep. Her legs were still spread. Her hand rested on her pussy, gently stroking it. The blower on the heater wafted a fragrant muskiness around the front seat.

"I like to be fucked in the ass too. Once, years ago, I was actually airtight. You know what that is, Jossun?"

"Ah! No Aunty."

She reached over and grasped my cock. "It means you got a cock in your mouth, pussy and ass at the same time."

The BMW fishtailed dangerously as I turned my head to look at my aunt in disbelieve.

"Whoa tiger! Donsh put us in the ditch. Nights like these are good for fucking" She paused and pushed herself up, her arms supporting her upper body. "Cause ain't no such thing as a bad night for fuckin""

She reached out with one hand and grasped my cock.

"Aunty! I need to concentrate on my driving. And...mom and dad are in back."

"Don't worry! They both passed out again. They out for the count. They snoring so loud they can't hear us anyway."

She turned, getting on her knees in the seat. She reached over and fumbled with my zipper.

"Aunt Vicki please! I have to concentrate on my driving."

"You do that! I got sumthun' else I want to concentrate on. Let your seat back."

"Aunt Vicki I...!

"Do it motherfucker!" Her raspy voice carried all the authority of an adult order a child.

I bristled but reached down, hit the button and let my seat back. I was in that nether world of the 18 year old. I felt like I was an adult while the adults still treated me like a child.

Aunt Vicki turned in the seat and got on her knees. In the diffused glow of the ambient lighting, I could see a gleam of wetness on her thighs. She fumbled with my belt buckle. Finally, she got it open and unzipped my pants. I saw her lick her lips as she reached in my jockeys and pulled my tool out.

"Boy, this fucker could wreck a pussy! Your girlfriends handle all of this?"

I...uhh!"

She leaned over the console forcing her head between the steering wheel and my abdomen. She licked the head of my cock.

"Take a woman to handle a cock like this. How big is it?"

"uhh...I don't know!"

She ran her tongue around the head sending little thrills through my body.

"Muthafucka got to be 8 inches. Hell! My fingers just barely meet around it."

She stroked it hard a couple of times and then took the head in her mouth. The moment was surreal. I could hear my parents snoring in the backseat. The storm was approaching near whiteout conditions. And my drunk aunt was sucking my dick. She got about half of it in. I could feel it touch the back of her throat. She bobbed a few times and the car skidded. She raised up and stared bleary eyed out of the windshield.

"Don't have no accident," she giggled, "Yo momma would give me hell if she woke up and I had your dick in my mouth."

"Uh, aunty! Our house is just down the block."

"You close to cumming yet, boy?"

"No ma'am."

In fact, I had not cum all night. The bhang let me get right to the edge but I could not get over the top. It was an exquisite torture. I knew when I did cum it would be a gusher.

"Boy, you don't call no woman who just sucked your dick "ma'am"! Bitch maybe! Or Ho! Your uncle likes to call me his fat ass slut! But you never say "ma'am!"

"Yes...M! Uh Aunty."

As I turned into our driveway, she stuffed my cock back in my jeans and zipped them up. She turned in the seat just as the garage door went up and the light came on. Her thighs were wet with her juices. They gleamed as the fragrant liquid dripped on to the expensive leather. Just before she shook my parents awake, she turned to me.

"My...proclivity... as your conservative mom likes to call it is I like to fuck when I drink. Once I got high and took on the whole basketball team. I left them with their tongues hanging out. Wake up you two!"

It was like a Keystone Kop's scene as the three of them stumbled out of the car. Like most driveways, ours had a slight slope to allow drainage away from the house. I stepped out on the driver's side. I alternately balanced myself on the side and hood of the car as I made my way around to the passenger side.

Mom exited the sedan before I got to her. She attempted to stand, lost her balance, windmilled her arms frantically and fell on her ass. She landed with a muffled plop in the inches deep snow, her legs flying in the air.

I saw my mother's pussy. Large butterfly lips extended out from her neatly trimmed muff. My dick jerked in my pants and I almost came. Her pussy was beautiful.

"Deshaun! Help me up, baby!"

Dad balanced with one hand on the side of the car. He nodded at mom, took two steps toward her, repeated her windmill performance and landed next to her. Despite the cold and blowing snow, they all started giggling like idiots. Aunt Vicki was balancing herself on the car with one hand and holding her belly with the other.

"Son, help your mother up!"

Carefully, I stepped over and straddled mom's legs. Her feet were flat on the snow covered driveway with her knees bent and her dress up around her waist. For the briefest of moments, I thought mom looked at me and smiled.

She extended her open arms above her and beckoned with both hands.

"My ass is getting cold, baby! Hurry up!"

I snapped out of my trance. I bent my knees and placed my arms under her armpits. Mom wrapped her arms around my neck. I was acutely aware of her breasts pressing against my arms as I lifted her to her knees.

"Wait baby, wait! Let me catch my breath." Her hands slid down around my thighs.

The side of her face was lying on my still hard cock. Wisps of mist floated from her mouth as she inhaled deeply, exhausted by her exertions. Flecks of snow landed on her face and melted, spotting her face. I had a fantastical moment where I imagined it was perspiration caused by her writhing under me. I imagined my cock penetrating and separating those butterfly lips.

"Cora, you can't just can kneel here in the shnow! Get up!"

With that dad sat up in the snow. He began pushing up on mom's bare ass. Mom turned her head and slid up my body. Her arms slid slowly over my ass, then up my back, finally wrapping around my neck. I felt her lips slide up the bulge in my jeans as I got her to her feet. She fell against me. For the briefest moment, I thought she ground her hips into my still hard cock.

"Well don't just stand there! Give me a hand!"

Mom's hand slid across my chest as she carefully moved aside.

"Sorry dad!"

I managed to get dad to his feet. He duck waddled to mom and grasped her around the waist. He and mom leaned against each other as they did the drunkards walk up the slippery driveway.

"Get your ass over here and help me."

I was so entranced with watching dad's hand caressing my mom's ass, I forgot about Aunt Vicki. I carefully stepped over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist.

"I saw you staring at your mom's pussy," she slurred breathily in my ear.

"Auntie I...!"

"Donsh worry, Jossun! Mosh natural thing in the world for a young man to do."

She and I did a slow slip and slide up the driveway. I was on sexual overload. In the course of an hour's drive, I glimpsed mom sucking off dad, got head from my aunt, fingered her snatch and I saw my mom's pussy. I desperately needed to get to the privacy of my room to relieve the pressure.

My left hand slide up and cupped Aunt Vicki's huge tit. She glanced at me and winked. I squeezed it. Auntie slipped and my grasp of her breasts tightened. She moaned and turned to stare at me. An odd smiled played across her lips. I tightened my grasp of her tit, squeezing it hard. Her eyes closed, she shivered and she lay her head on my shoulder.

Mom and dad were leaning against the railing that separated the concrete steps leading down into the Media Room from the attached garage. He had her dress up around her waist. His hands were cupping her bare ass. They were sharing a long sloppy kiss. Mom's hands gripped dad's ass, reflexively squeezing and releasing.

"Y'all cut that shit out or cut me in! Cora, you talk about me wanting to fuck when I drink, you and Deshaun gone do it right here in the garage with me and your son watching."

Dad staggered back, looking embarrassed. Mom giggled and made a halfhearted attempt to pull her dress down. Finally, she gave up.

"Jordan, get the door! Vicki, you slut! Don't you be talking like that in front of my son."

"I'm a slut! I'm a slut," aunty screeched, "You da one got your hairy pussy on display and freaking in the garage."

"Ladies! Ladies! We have all had more than our share of liquor tonight. Let's get out of this cold ass garage and into a warm house. Jordan! Get the door!"

I squeezed pass mom and dad in the tight confines of the two car garage. I opened the Media Room door, entered the code on the security panel adjacent to the door. It chirped twice, indicating the alarm was off. Dad stumbled by me and into the bathroom directly across from the garage door. He slammed the bathroom door. Next sound we hear is him throwing up his guts.

"Well," mom said dejectedly, "so much for a happy ending to my night."

"At least your man is here! And you probably got your toys in your bedroom. Give me my keys, Jordan."

"Bitch! Don't you be talking about my toys, Whatever I got, it's my business. And you ain't driving in this weather! You drunk! You sleep in Jordan's room. Jordan, you sleep on the hideaway bed down here."

Auntie placed her hands on her hips and leaned forward. "Why I got to be a bitch?" Her voice softened. "But you probably right. Pull your dress down. Your son is getting an eyeful."

Mom stuck her tongue out at Aunty Vicki. She turned facing me and did a sensuous hip wiggle as she pulled her dress down. The entire time she held my eyes with hers.

The bathroom door flew open. My dad stumbled out looking like death with his drawn face and hollow eyes. The three of us watched as he waved his hand, mumbled something and stumbled up the stairs.

"Jordan, get what you need out of your room. Vicki, you can use one of my gowns. Now let me get up here and see to my man." She shot Aunt Vicki a quick look. "Cause he definitely won't be seeing to me!"

I watched the soft sway of mom's ass as she made her way upstairs. A phrase I heard my dad use once popped into my head; like two little boys wrestling under a blanket.

"You like your mom's ass?"

I had forgotten that Aunt Vicki was standing next to me.

"Uh! I...! Well, you see...!"

"It's a nice one, if you like them on the skinny side!"

"Mom's ass is not skinny!" My hand shot to my mouth in embarrassment.

Aunt Vicki turned and smiled. She stepped forward and threw her arms around my neck.

"Poor baby," she said breathily in a little girl's voice, "him been getting teased all night!"

She leaned forward and put her mouth over mine. Her tongue forced its way between my lips. I could feel her large breasts pressing against my chest. Her crotch was grinding against mine in small circles. I felt her tongue exploring my mouth, insistent against mine.

Unbidden, my hands slid down to her more than ample ass. I squeezed it hard, feeling the firmness through the soft silk of the dress. She groaned as I cupped her ass and pulled her tight against my hard cock. I fought back against her invading tongue, pressing it back into her mouth where my tongue became the aggressor.

I managed to grab the hem of her dress and slide it over her hips. I could feel her bare sweaty ass in my hands. I pulled her ass cheeks apart while squeezing them. I felt another liquid, more slippery than ordinary sweat, coating her thighs. Still mauling her lips, I squatted slightly and slipped one hand between her thighs. I pushed the crotch of the camisole aside and felt the swollen cleft of her pussy. I slipped a finger in it.

Aunty hissed. As we continued our kiss, she groaned into my mouth as she pumped her hips on my finger. She broke the kiss. Her arms still wrapped around my neck. She leaned back slightly, still pumping her hips on my finger. Myopically, she stared, her alcohol weakened eyes unable to focus. She groaned as I slid a second finger in her sodden hole.

"You gona fuck your old aunty, Jordan? You gona give her some of this young cock?"

I was not sure of what to say. I never had a woman ask me to fuck them. It usually just happened. . The answer was obvious. But I had never said it. My fingers made a sloshing sound in her pussy as I flicked them back and forth between her swollen pussy lips. Auntie's hips flexed forward, thrusting against my invading fingers.

"As hard and as long as you want, Aunty!"

She pushed away. My finger slipped wetly from her pussy. I glanced down at the incongruous hairy red heart above her sex. In her heels, her face was even with mine. The overpowering aroma of hot pussy and stale gin permeated the air.

"Boy, your momma would kill me!"

She turned and started up the stairs. Two steps up she slipped and fell forward. I took a step forward. Her ass was sweaty from her exertions.

"We gona fuck. But you better make it good! Cause when your momma find out, and she will find out, I'm going to the top of her shit list."

I shook my head and opened my mouth to swear secrecy. Aunty held up her hand, palm up fingers extended.

"Don't do like most men and swear to never tell. You gona tell someone. Y'all always do! As a matter of fact, If I'm such a lousy fuck that you don't want to talk about it, I'll be pissed!"

So that's how I got here. Behind this large mature ass, my heart pounding like a thoroughbred in a stakes race, my cock a rigid bar of steel pounding Aunt Vicki's ass. I was working on my fourth nut of the night.

The first was in her mouth. We did it right on the steps leading up from the media room. Auntie had turned on the steps after she fell. Her dress was still around her waist. She reached up and unbuckled my jeans. She pulled them and my jockeys down around my ankles.

"Boy, there is an old song that fits this moment."

I looked at her quizzically.

"Gimmee that licking stick!"

Auntie was a pro. She inhaled my cock. I could feel her tongue lavishing caresses on it as the head bumped against the back of her mouth. She gagged and pulled back. She took me in her hand and stroked me while looking up in to my eyes.

"I want to feel this big motherfucker slide down my throat."

She took me back in her mouth. This time when I hit the back of her mouth, she pushed forward. I experienced the indescribable feeling of the head of my cock sliding down a woman's throat. She did something that few women since then and none before ever did. She hiccupped a few times, squeezing my cock in her throat. I came like Old Faithful. Instead of jets of steam and hot water shooting in the air, I fired my hot seed down auntie's throat and into her belly. I held her head tight as I pumped hard, emptying my balls.

I could see the excess cum streaming out of the corners of her mouth. It ran down her cheeks and dripped obscenely on her lace dress, staining it. Auntie pulled back, coughing explosively, spraying me and her with cum and saliva.

"Fuck Jordan! Fuck! I ain't never had nobody cum like that in my mouth. And you still hard!"

I am not sure what came over me then. Perhaps it was the pent up frustration of an hour's teasing in the car. Perhaps it was the residual effect of the bhang. I still don't know why. I knelt between my aunt's thighs right there on the steps. When she tried to stand up, I pushed her back.

"No Jordan! We mustn't! Your mom and dad are just upstairs."

I sneered at her. All night long she had been teasing me about sex, about fucking. When she struggled, I grab her arms and pinned the above head with one hand. With my other hand I ripped the crotch of her camisole open.

Auntie's eyes widened. "What you gona do? You just going to take you some pussy?"

I guided my tool into her opening and thrust hard. I watched auntie's eyes widen in shock as I entered her.

"Oh God! Dear fucking god, Jordan! Easy, baby easy! AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW SHHHHIIITTTT!!"

I thrust home and bottomed out. I could feel my balls slapping against her ass.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time, Auntie! You prance around her talking shit and teasing me! Time to stop teasing!"

I began a slow in and out. My last girlfriend told me that the only way she could take me is if I did it real slow. Still holding auntie's arms above her head, I thrust strongly and deeply into her mature pussy. She looked at me wide eyed, her mouth open and drooling. Auntie was tight. Not as tight as my ex but still tight. I felt her pussy begin to flex and spasm around my invading cock.

Above us I could hear the creak of a bed. Faintly I could hear soft moans. It sounded like dad was not as drunk as we thought. As I fucked Aunt Vicki, I could hear mom and dad fucking above us. It was unreal!

"Fuck Jordan! FFFFUUUCCKK! Your...cock...your cock is filling...filling me completely."

I recalled what she told me in the car, what Uncle Adam called her.

"You fat ass bitch! Move your big ass!"

Auntie's mouth, still covered in my cum, widened in a lopsided grin.

"Oh, it's gona be that kinda of party, huh? I may be a fat ass bitch but you got a lot to learn before you tame a slut like me."

Auntie wrapped her big thighs around my back. Above me I could look through the kitchen and see the steps leading up to the bedrooms. If either of my parents came to the kitchen, the first thing they would see is my aunt and I imitating the beast with two backs.

"Then teach me" I picked up the pace, slamming harder into Auntie, pushing her up the stairs with the violence of my fucking. "Show me how to please a woman."

"You just gona take you some pussy, huh? Then fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

I spread my legs slightly, bracing myself against the stairs. I pushed up on my arms and began driving hard into auntie's pussy. The sloshing sound of cock in wet pussy filled the air. The violent slap of flesh on flesh resounded.

"Oh my god! Auntie you are amazing!"

She raised her head and planted her mouth over mine. At first, I recoiled at the taste of my own cum.

"Come on you bastard! Suck my tongue! See how good your jizz taste?"

There was no stopping now. My head swam. The taste of my seed was strangely arousing. The light in the kitchen blurred. My whole body trembled with my need. I looked down into auntie's eyes. Her face was contorted in an orgasmic sneer. Her eyes were wide and glowing. Auntie's body trembled. I felt her pussy spams and clamp down.

"Jesus Christ! I'm coming! ARRRGGGGHHHHHH Gawddamit!"

I tried to keep thrusting but the intensity of auntie's orgasms was such that her pussy had a death grip on my cock. I felt that tingling deep in my balls. The hump in my back grew. I thrust hard once, twice, three times. I lost count as I pumped my seed into my aunt's mature pussy. My open mouth scream matched hers.

"FFFUUUCCKK! Oh Fuck! Me too, auntie! Me too!"

I collapsed on top of her. We were sweating profusely. I could feel the spasms in auntie's pussy lessening.

"Motherfucker! That was good," Auntie moaned.

I began to push up off her. Her legs dropped to the steps on either side of us. As I attempted to lever myself up, she reached up and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me to her. My still hard cock sank to her depths. Auntie's eyes bucked and she groaned.

Her hands slipped to my head and she held it in both of her hands. Her eyes held mine as though searching for something.

"I ain't never had nobody fuck me like that! Sometimes I like it when a man just takes me like you just did."

I stared numbly, not sure of what to say.

"You know what a Dom is, boy?"

"No ma'am...er...auntie!"

She smiled. "Never mind! You keep fucking me like that and you can call me anything you want. Now let's get to your room before we get caught.

The third nut was in her mouth again. It started with her teaching me the fine points of eating pussy. She taught me that eating pussy was like French kissing. Your tongue plays first around her lips, moving between them. Then you probe the depths of her hole. Like your mouth and teeth suck and nibble on her mouth, you do the same with her pussy lips. The taste was incredible. There was a sweat muskiness to it. Auntie's juices were thick like honey but with a tantalizing, intoxicating musk. For the first time, I tasted my seed mixed with a woman's juices leaking from her pussy. It was a drug. I became addicted to it.

She taught me that when she was aroused her clit was almost painfully sensitive. That I had to build her to the peak where more than the occasional lick was tolerable. However, when I got her to that point, to transfer most of my attention there, licking it, sucking it, treating it like a small cock. She told me to remember how she sucked my cock and do that to her clit.

Finally, she had me turn into the 69 position. We sucked and licked each other for several minutes before I felt that familiar itch in my scrotum.

"I'm coming, Aunty! I'm coming!"

"Me too, baby! Me too! Bathe my tonsils with your sweet juice."

I heard her gag as I empty my balls down her throat. She gurgled several times then went limp under me. I felt her hands on my belly.

"Whew! Get up, Jordan! I need a breather."

"Yes ma'am."

Auntie looked a mess. Her makeup was smeared, mixed with drying cum, saliva and sweat. Her dress had a small rip at the seams and stains from my seed. It and the camisole were around her waist. She told me not to undress her, just push it out of the way. Treat me like a ho you picked up in the street, she said.

Her nipples were black and rigid. I could see my teeth marks were she told me to bite them, to make her feel some pain.

"Honey, I told you once, you don't have sex with a woman and call her ma'am. Especially me! It makes me feel old."

"Yes, Aunty."

"Better! But we'll work on it."

Aunt Vicki looked surprised when she saw my still hard cock.

"Lord, the blessings of youth! How many times can you cum before that monster gets soft."

She tried to sit up and tumbled on her back. She was still very drunk. Her eyes were at half-mast.

"It's always semi hard, Aunty."

Aunty managed to roll to her belly. She turned so that her face was near my crotch. Her eyes were red and watery. As we talked, her eyes would slowly close then pop back open.

"I guess I should go downstairs and let you get some sleep."

She did not answer. Her head dropped to the mattress. She began to snore loudly. I got up, wondering what would happen in the morning when she sobered up. As I turned to leave my bedroom, she woke up.

"Hey!" she slurred. "Where the fuck you going?"

She was really loud. I began to worry about waking mom and dad. Sometime while auntie and I were having sex it got quiet in their room.

"Get your ass back over here. We finished when I say we finished."

She rolled on her back with her legs spread. Her vaginal lips were red and swollen. I could see a pink pulsing within her partially open lips. A thin clear rill of liquid leaked from her pussy and down the crack of her ass.

"Well," she giggled, "at least you better than my husband. He'd be sleep by now. You got me creaming like a schoolgirl. Jordan, you ever fuck a woman in her ass?"

I was shocked and uncertain what to say. My buddies and I sometimes talked about women who 'took it up the ass'. We decided that was more talk than reality. We also decided if a woman let a man do that to her, she must be a real slut. I took a hard look at my 48 year old aunt.

"Uh...no! No Aunty," I managed to stammer out.

Her face took on a wistful look.

"It's been years for me. Your uncle don't like doing it at all. Saysh it's filthy and degenerate. "She eyed me drunkenly with a weird smile on her face. "You think giving a woman what she likes is degenerate, Jordan?"

"Um...I...I...I don't know Aunty."

Auntie's grin got bigger. Then, as though she had made her mind up about something, she asked about lube.

"Lube?"

"Jordan I know you jacking that monster off. You must be using something to lube that dick up. Where is it"?"

Weakly, my heart thudding loudly in my chest, I pointed at the nightstand. One of my friends worked at the local pharmacy. He gave me something called Astroglide. He said it worked wonders when he whacked off.

Aunty Vickie rolled to her belly and got up on her knees. She balanced herself with one hand on the bed as she rummaged through the top drawer of my nightstand. Her large hips framed her swollen pussy. It seemed fuller and fatter compared to the girls I knew. It looked like a partially open clam. Her pussy lips were dark brown. In the middle was a pink wet looking part. It seemed to pulse as if it had a life of its own.

I did not know my cock could get any harder but it did. It ached as I recalled fucking my aunty. Just above that, winking, was her ass. In biology class when we dissected frogs, it was called an anus. Some of the kids giggled nervously when old Mrs. Worthington used that term. She would fix them with a baleful glare over her black rimmed coke bottle bottom eyeglasses. That tittering gradually tapered off when she did that.

I was looking at Auntie's anus. I was not going to dissect it. She wanted me to fuck it.

"Ahhhhhh! Here it is!"

She held the nearly empty tube in the air in triumph. Her action caused her to over balance. She was in danger of falling on the floor, possibly hitting her head on the nightstand. I quickly grabbed her around the waist. I half pulled, half pushed her back into the bed.

She lay on her back, the tube of Astroglide held high.

"Aunty perhaps we should stop now...!"

"Gawddamit! You ain't gona be like your fucking goody two shoes fucking limp dick uncle, are you?

"No Aunty! I mean...I didn't mean...!"

"Shut up and lube my ass.

So there it is! We have come full circle. I am fucking the first anus in my life. And it was not half bad. It was much tighter than her pussy. If you judged by her loud vocals she was really enjoying it. At her urging, I even began slapping her ass! Hard!

Here I am 18, still in high school, only 2 women removed from being a virgin and I am pounding my aunt's asshole. Just as I got my coordination, pull back, slap her ass, thrust in and so on, I heard a scream behind me.

I have recalled that moment many times. It is burned into my consciousness. I had a tight grip on Auntie's hips, pulling her back as I thrust in. Both she and I turned, looking over our shoulders. I remember Auntie's loud grunt as I bottomed out in her ass.

There was my mother. She was naked except for her pantyhose and high heels. The hair on her neatly trimmed thatch gleamed wetly in the light from the lamp on the nightstand. Her breasts jiggled disturbingly as she balanced herself on the frame of the door. She was having trouble standing, weaving slightly. Her eyes were wide in surprise. A thin sheen of sweat covered her. The wetness of her hairy twat continued partway down her thighs. I remember thinking her tits were larger than I thought.

"VICKI! You slut! You fucking my son!"

I guess I should have pulled out of my aunt's ass then but I was petrified. In my mind's eye, I can see the tableau we must have presented in our incestuous position.

"Cora! Let me explain."

Aunt Vicki was trying to slide forward off my cock. However, I had a death grip on her hips. I only relaxed my grip when she reached back and slapped my belly. Still, I knelt there. My mind was having trouble making the transition to the reality of the situation. My mother had just caught me fucking her sister, my aunt, in the ass.

"Explain! Bitch, you fucking my son! What is there to explain?"

"Fuck! Cora, it ain't the end of the world."

Mom let go of the doorframe. She staggered as she walked the few steps to my bed. She stopped just past me. Aunt Vicki turned and sat on the edge of the bed. There was a strong aroma of bodies and sex in the room.

Apparently, dad was not as drunk as we thought. I saw the familiar creamy coating moistening mom's thatch. Some of it ran down her thighs. She and dad fucked. I resisted the urge to lick her thighs. I went to stand up, hoping to steal out of the room before the shit hit the fan.

"Sit down, Jordan!" They said it in unison.

I sat. Auntie was to my left sitting on the edge of the bed. Mom was just to my right. But not three feet separated us. I was trying to decide where I should go to escape. There was going to be an earth shaking fight. However, I was in my bedroom, my refuge. There was really no place to go. A part of me wondered when my father would walk in. The shit would really hit the fan then.

"You no good tramp! Ever since we was kids, you get a little alcohol in you and you have to spread your legs,"

"Ho! I know you ain't talking about a bitch spreading her legs. Most of those times yours were spread right next to me."

I was a spectator, forgotten in their alcohol/bhang fueled anger. Oddly, my mother's pussy seemed to get wetter as they argued. Her pussy lips got more swollen and wetter.

"You slut! Whatever I may have done, I ain't fucked no relative."

"So you mean them times when we was kids and licked each other off don't count?"

So mom and Aunty not only fucked together, they had sex with each other. I tried to imagine my conservative mom on her back (her knees?) with some guys dick pounding her. Did she and auntie switch guys at some point? Did they let the guys watch them eat each other? My mind boggled at the possibilities.

Like a spectator at a tennis match, my head swiveled from first one to the other and back again. The only problem was while auntie was sitting on the bed next to me, her big tits swinging as she gesticulated, mom was standing over me. Each time I swiveled her way, I had to look up from her pussy to see her face. As the verbal exchange heated up, I stopped swiveling and just stared at my mom's wet pussy. Dad's cock had been in there. His cum was wetting her inner thighs. What would it be like if I...! I shook my head to clear the image of my cock sliding around dad's cum in mom's pussy.

Mom screamed again and leapt past me. She landed on Aunt Vicki, pushing her back on the bed. Surprised, I slid to the floor, my back against the bed.

"Mom! Aunt Vicki! You guys need to stop!"

"You trifling ho! Fucking my son!"

They both had two handfuls of the others hair. At first Mom was on top. Her red crotchless pantyhose framed her round milk chocolate ass. In turn, that succulent jiggly behind framed her wet, gleaming butterfly wing pussy.

They rolled over and over on the bed, screaming, cursing each other and pulling the other's hair. I heard a rip as the seam of my aunt's dress completely separated. First mom was on top. Then auntie was on top, her dress hanging off her like an expensive silk rag. Then they were face to face side by side on the bed. Their bodies dripped with perspiration. Their breaths came harsh sibilant wheezes.

"What you mad about, cunt? I beat you to it? Your limp dick husband couldn't quench the fire?"

The strong aroma of sweating bodies, stale alcohol and something else filled the tight confines of the small bedroom. Along with that indefinable aroma that caused my cock to stay hard, was the incredible scene before me. Two women, two mature women were fighting about me.

"Ho! You just mad cause I beat you to it."

"No! No! You sick bitch!" A line from a Shakespearian play we studied in school popped into my head. 'Methinks the lady doth protest too much.'

Auntie got her knee between mom's legs and flipped her on her back. She pinned her arms above her head. Mom's legs scissored in the air ineffectually under my aunt's weight. Her exertions appeared to have exhausted her.

Aunt Vicki pinned mom's hands above her head. She entwined her legs around mom's forcing them open. There seemed to be a subtle change in their behavior. They were still tussling and yelling at each other. Mom struggled less. She began thrusting her hips up and down.

"You bitch," she moaned, "you bitch!"

Where was my father? They were screaming at the top of their lungs, making enough noise to wake the dead. It obviously was not enough to wake dad from what I would discover later was a drunken stupor.

"You like this don't you, ho? You talk about my...PROCLIVITIES...what about yours? Does Deshaun ever pin you down and make you do whatever he wants? "

Mom's eyes rolled back in her head. Her head turned and she looked at me. There was something odd in her eyes.

"Please Vicki! Please!"

"Please what, you submissive skank! Please let you lick my pussy. Huh, ho? Is that what you want?"

Aunt Vicki's eyes flicked toward me. A wicked smile played across her lips.

"Or is it please let your son do to you what he did with me? Is that it, Cora? He was fucking my ass when you came in. Look at that big dick!"

"Please Vicki! Stop!"

"Look at it! I done had that mammyfucker in my mouth, in my pussy and when you walked in, in my ass! THAT, little sister, is some good dick!"

I sat on the floor in open mouth consternation. Above me two mature sisters were wrestling on the bed. One, my mother, seemed to be surrendering to the will of the other, Aunt Vicki.

"Please Vicki! Let me up!"

"You want to feel that big dick filling you up? You want to feel it touching parts of your hole your peewee dick husband never touches?"

"Is that what you really want? Or do you want your son to lick your pussy like I used to do? I taught him tonight. He should be as good at it as I was. Remember how when we were kids I would tie you to the bed. I'd tease your pussy until you peed your panties. Jordan! get my stockings off the floor over there!"

"Aunty, I'm going to wake up dad."

"That limp dick motherfucker is like my husband. He ain't gona do shit! Get the fucking stockings"

I have looked back at that moment. I could have turned and walked out of the room. Instead, I picked up the stockings, walked to the edge of the bed and handed them to my aunt. I watched as she quickly tied my mom's arms to the headboard. Aunt Vicki rolled to her back breathing heavily. She sweated enough to stain the sheet.

"Take off your mom's pantyhose," She wheezed.

"I...!"

"Do it! You want to be a Dom? School's in session!"

I avoided my mother's eyes as I slid up the bed between her legs. Her knees were flexed and her heels dug into the mattress. I could see bubbles of liquid forming on her vaginal lips. They formed, burst and dribbled between her swollen lips. Despite her protestations, she seemed to be giving herself up to her sister's dominance.

The scent of sex and sweat emanated from their nether regions. My cock, which was still hard, tingled.

Auntie turned, raised up on her elbow and gave mom a long soulful kiss. I reached up and gripped the waistband of my mother's pantyhose. The aromas from mother's pussy caused my head to swim. It was strong, pervasive. The aroma was familiar. My ex-girlfriends smelled like this. Aunt Vicki fairly reeked of it. However, mom's had a subtle quality. There was a familiarity to it. In later years, I came to believe it was because her pussy was the first I tasted as I slid down the birth canal. Was this why men had that sexual fascination with their mother's? Was it because they tasted her at birth? Was it because they remember the warm snugness as they slid down the birth canal and wanted to experience that moment again? And again?

I began to separate lust from love. Auntie was an incredible fuck. However, that was lust. If and when I reentered mom's birth canal, if and when I deposited my seed in her womb, it would be an act of love! I turned my head and nipped at mom's thigh with my teeth.

"OUCH!! Mom squirmed

You little shit! I didn't teach you that," auntie chortled," Did that feel good, Cora? Do you like having your son mark you with his teeth."

I slid mom's pantyhose down to her hips. She lifted her ass so I could slide them off. Her pussy was wet, little bubbles kept forming at her opening, popped and dribbled down her cleft. I stopped, entranced. That rich intoxicating aroma wafted from this intimate opening. I inhaled deeply.

"Stop admiring the view!" I looked up into auntie's sweaty lust distorted face.

I pulled the tattered nylon over her legs and feet.

"Tie your mom's legs to the bed posts."

"Auntie, this too much! I can't...!"

"Look at her, Jordan! Look at her! See that puppy dog look? She wants it."

"Tie her up!" Auntie's scream struck me like a sharp slap across the face. Numbly, I looped the waistband around the footboard. I pulled mom's legs apart, tying each with the leg of her stockings.

I glanced up. I felt odd. A feeling of strength. Aunt Vicki turned into a 69 position. She pressed her pussy hard against mom's mouth.

"Vicki please," mom pleaded.

I was shocked to see mom's throat work as she licked auntie's pussy. Auntie's eyes were lidded. Her hips gyrated slowly. She seemed to be in another world. Her lips pulled back over her teeth in a snarl.

She and auntie were groaning. I could not help myself. I took my cock in hand and began to stroke it slowly. The feeling was exquisite, enhanced by the incestuous lesbian scene.

"Remember how I showed you to finger a pussy? Do it to your mom."

"No Vicki! No! Please don't!"

"Aunt Vicki, I...!"

"Do it, "she screamed. I looked into my mother's pleading eyes. What was she pleading for? Did she want me to leave the room? Or did she...? Auntie turned, lying full length on mom, tit to tit, crotch to crotch. They began a slow rotation of their hips.

I lay down between my mom's sweaty thighs. Above me my aunt's pussy gleamed wetly. Her anus still looked a little open where moments before I was fucking it. I looked in front of me at my mom's dripping wet pussy.

I eased my right hand forward with my index finger up, like Aunty showed me. I felt an incredible heat emanating from my mom's pussy. The wet sound I heard as my finger penetrated my mom's pussy was accompanied by a long soulful moan. Her hips thrust up and stopped. I slipped my index finger into the incredible heat and wetness of my mom's pussy.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!"

"You like that, don't you Cora? That's your son's finger, your son, entering your needy pussy."

I curled my finger up and found the rough spot just inside that Aunty told me about. I stroked it, using a motion as though I were beckoning for someone. Mom moaned and began to thrust up and down and push forward.

"Oh Jesus! Oh my God!"

"Jordan! Move your hand back and forth but keep stroking her G-spot."

I did as I was told. Aunt Vicki relaxed and she settled back on top of mom. She untied mom's hands. Auntie's ass was in my face. I kissed it and then ran my tongue down her crack.

"AWWW fuck! Jordan, where did you learn that?"

The scene was surreal. I was laying on my belly between my mother's legs finger fucking her while I licked and kissed my Aunt's ass. Aunty reached behind her and pulled apart her ass cheeks.

"I ain't had nobody lick my ass hole in years. Do it, motherfucker! Lick my asshole."

I slid forward and buried my face in Auntie's big ass. Her anus was musty but the odor was like good reefer to my lust-filled mind. As I forced my tongue into that forbidden hole, my mother's hands gripped mine. Mom frantically thrust against my finger.

"Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Her hips thrust forward to meet my invading fingers. At the same time Aunty trembled.

I brought my free hand up and slapped auntie's ass as I forced my tongue as deep in her ass as I could. I wiggled it back and forth.

"Oh Fuck! You ass licking sumbitch you. You made me cum!"

Auntie drew herself up to all fours. She threw her leg over my head and rolled to her back. I could see her rounded belly convulsing as she came down. In front of me was mom's pussy. I could see and feel her juices leaking around my finger. Her clit was enormous. It looked like a small cock, pulsing just out of its sheath. With my finger still stroking inside her pussy, I slid forward and flicked my tongue at the tip of her engorged clit.

The result was electric. A small stream of clearish liquid squirted from her pussy, striking my hand. At the same time, mom howled. Aunty struggled to one elbow and leaned over us. Her eyes were slits, heavy with alcohol and the need for sleep.

"Whush happened?"

"Mom peed."

Aunty looked down between mom's legs.

"Bitch ain't peed. She squirted."

Aunty struggled to all fours and crawled until her face was above mom's. Auntie's huge tits swung freely from side to side. She leaned close enough to mom's face that her tits lay on mom's.

"How long has it been since someone made you squirt?"

"Please Vicki! This has to stop"

Mom's voice was still slurred with alcohol. The same time she was imploring Vicki to make me stop, her hands held my finger in her pussy. My tongue kept licking at mom's clit, savoring the fragrant fluids. Her body trembled uncontrollably.

"Do you really want us to stop? Or would you rather have your son's massive tool?"

Mom shook her head violently. Her hips thrust harder against my finger.

"No you sub bitch! You gona say it."

Aunty took one of mom's nipples in her mouth. She took it between her teeth and pulled. Mom screamed in pain. At the same time, the bubbles of pussy juice increased. A stream flowed heavily from her.

"Gawd! Vicki no! Please don't make me!"

"Make you do what, slut? Make you fuck? You know that's what you want. You want to be forced? Well, this time it's going to be your son! You gona beg your son to fuck you."

Simultaneously, I took mom's clit in my mouth and sucked hard on it while rubbing my index finger over the roughness of her G-spot. The effect was electric. Mom gave out a long tremulous moan. At the same time, her abdomen began to heave spasmodically. As her hips began to thrust hard against my face, making it hard to keep up, a small rill of clearish liquid began to bubble from her pussy. It was not quite a squirt, more a constant dribble.

"Oh Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming! Jesus Christ!"

Aunty pulled on mom's nipple hard. She looked down at me and leered. I got up on my knees and walked forward until my cock hung just above mom's pussy. She was still writhing as her orgasm continued to wrack her body. I placed my hands under her slender thighs and lifted her legs to my shoulders.

Auntie's eyes almost glowed with intensity as she watched me position my cock at mom's entrance. I pushed forward slowly, letting the head slip past mom's engorged pussy lips. As the head of my cock pushed past her inner lips, her eyes widened.

"Oh please no! No! Don't fuck me! Don't!"

I looked at auntie's intense stare. She nodded her head ever so slightly. I slid my length into mom. When I felt the pressure of her cervix against the head of my cock, I stopped and looked down at her.

"Tell me to take it out, mom and I will. Should I take it out?"

Aunt Vicki sat up. She threw her leg over mom's head. Then she lifted her head into her lap. She stroked my mother's cheek with surprising tenderness. This was a side of her I had not seen. In a few hours, she went from a cock hungry cougar, willing to fuck her nephew to a dominatrix forcing my mother to accept my oral to a tender loving older sister.

"Tell him, baby! Tell him what you want." Auntie crooned.

I stroked mom's thighs and began slowly to pull out. Her pussy was like a velvet sheath, warm wet and pulsing. The spasms of her pussy were like a soft hand, flexing around my tool. I was home. This is where I belonged.

"Oh shit! Motherfucker! No! No!"

I continued to pull back until just the head was caressed between her swollen pussy lips. Mom raised her head. Her hair was a tussled mane framing her sweating face. Her eyes were wide and wild. Her mouth curled into a snarl like some feral animal.

"No! No! Don't you dare pull out! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Use me like the incestuous slut I am."

She was a woman I never saw. She was an animal. A bitch in heat. All she wanted was cock, any cock, my cock. I slid back in one long hard thrust.

"Talk to this slut! Tell her what she is! Tell her she is a submissive tramp."

I continued a slow long dicking. My cock sliding in, bottoming out and then I withdrew. Each slow deliberate thrust went deeper until I felt my balls slap against her ass. I recall what I heard dad call her one night when they were fucking. One of those nights, that ended with her screams echoing down the hall.

"Whose bitch are you? Huh? Whose pussy is this"?

Mom was up on her elbows watching my cock sliding in and out of her leaking pussy. A white froth covered our crotches. Her eyes locked with mine. I have seen pictures on the Internet and TV of a lioness growling. Mom's face looked like that. Her lips drawn back over her teeth, saliva running down her cheek, her eyes in a predatory slit.

"Fuck me good and it's yours. Use me and I'm your bitch!"

Mom screamed as aunty grasped her nipples, pinched and pulled hard.

"Slap the bitch's ass! Slap it hard. She loves pain!"

I brought my right hand down hard on mom's thigh. Her moans became continuous. Her head dropped back against auntie's belly.

"Harder! Slap her ass harder."

I brought my right hand up to hold mom's leg in place over my shoulder. With my left hand, I drew back and with all the strength I could muster I slapped her thigh were it blossomed into her full ass. She screamed and thrust hard against me.

"Tell me what you want!" Mightily, I maintained a slow steady pace, filling every crevice of the best pussy on earth.

"Harder! Harder!" mom's head rocked from side to side with such intensity she sprayed saliva over her breasts and belly. I felt it hit my lower belly.

"Harder who? Whose cock is filling you? Whose cock do you crave? Whose sperm do you want to fill your womb?"

Mom snarled. Her eyes glowed with the intensity of her need. Her hips thrust up rhythmically, slamming my cock head into her cervix.

"My son," She snarled, saliva running from the corners of her mouth, "my son! I want my son's cock. I want to feel his seed splash against my womb!"

I was close to cumming. I began to thrust hard, pushing past the resistance offered by her cervix, opening her pussy to accept all of me. My ex-girlfriends made me stop before I got this deep.

Aunty leaned over grasped mom's head in both of her hands and gave her a deep soulful kiss. I could see her tongue probing deep into my mother's mouth. I continued to pummel her thighs. My hands stung painfully. As though she had no spine, mom's lower body undulated, meeting my more and more frantic thrusts.

Mom's head rocked from side to side with such intensity, that she ripped it from Auntie's hands. Aunty collapsed against the headboard. Her hands dropped to her side. Her eyes closed and her head lolled to the side. She had passed out.

"Knock the bottom out of my pussy! Harder! Gawddamit Harder!"

I was pumping my cock hard into mom's spasming pussy. She rose up on her elbows again. Her eyes went from watching my cock move with the force and velocity of a piston in a racing engine to looking into my eyes with animalistic intensity.

There was a question I had to ask. There was something I needed to know.

"Does dad's cock feel this good? Does he make your pussy fart like my cock does?"

She looked at me long and hard. I saw emotions fly across her face.

"Ain't nobody...ever...fucked me like this! Ain't nobody took me like this! Nobody! Ever!"

"That's not what I asked. Say it!"

"You fuck me better than your father! I love your dick! I love the way you fuck me! God help me! Now fill me up! Make my pussy overflow with your seed!"

"You want it mom? You want it? I going to cum. Where do you want it?"

"Fill me up you good dick motherfucker! Plant your seed deep in my womb!"

With several hard, deep thrust I came deep in my mother. She moaned, almost crooning as her pussy filled with my juice. I could feel the rhythmic spasming of her vaginal sheath as she came with me.

"I love you, baby! I love you!"

"I love you too, mom! I love you so much!"

I was exhausted. My breath came in hard short gasps. My chest heaved with the effort. I lay my head againsy mom's thigh over my shoulder and kissed it. When I looked up, she had collapsed into Aunty Vicki's lap. As she dozed off, she mouthed the words, "I love you". The snoring of two sated women filled the air. My bedroom reeked of sex, sweat and stale alcohol.

I walked back on my knees. My cock dropped from mom's pussy. It glistened with our combined juices. Fatigued ruled my body. I dropped to all fours, my head just above mom's pussy. Through heavy eyes, I watched my seed ooze from mom's swollen pussy. My seed! I leaned down and kissed her cum and sweat covered pussy. Mom groaned and turned partially between Auntie's thighs.

My body ached with fatigue as I gathered my clothes from the floor. I stopped at the door and looked back. It was like a dream. There lay two mature women. I had fucked them both.

I walked down the hall to the linen closet, grabbed a towel, a sheet and a blanket. The door to my parents' room was fully open. My father was laying on his side snoring. He was naked. His arm thrown across the empty spot in their marital bed where my mom should have been.

As I made my way down to the Media Room, I knew there would be hell to pay in the morning. I smiled because no matter what was done to me, it could not erase the memory of this night..