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From Iraq with Lust 
by UR Null (address withheld)

***

A military man comes back from Iraq to his home. Sure, 
he was horny, but he wasn't planning on seducing anyone 
-- in particular specially his own mother. Things just 
heated up and he ended up having sex with her. (MF, 
inc, reluc, oral, anal)

***

After fighting the war against terror in Iraq Rick 
returned safely to his home. He had served two years in 
Iraq and now he was posted back to his country. Before 
joining the army again he wanted to spend some time 
with his parents Jill and Edward. His father was almost 
fifty while his mother was forty-five. 

His mother was a schoolteacher and his father worked as 
a construction worker for a private firm. Both were 
overjoyed to see their only son back and all intact. 
Once home friends and family came to visit and welcome 
the brave soldier. With each expected visit, Rick made 
sure he was in uniform, wanting to proudly represent 
his country and his parents. 

Two years is not a very long period but to his mother 
her son was changed, more handsome than ever. He surely 
filled out and lost his boyish look. To her surprise 
Jill had noticed that strange and un-motherly urges 
were shooting through her body when her son was near. 

One bright and sunny day, humming a pleasant tune, she 
had momentarily forgotten that Rick was home, having 
lived without his presence for so long, she 
inadvertently barged into the bathroom while her 
strapping young son was drying off after a shower.

Naked, Rick looked up from toweling his thigh and met 
his mother's gaze. Before he could say anything, Jill 
yelped in surprise. "Rick!"

"Mom?" Rick said in a deep, yet even voice, not 
bothering to cover up. 

"Rick! Oh my god, honey!! I'm sorry!!!" Jill gasped. "I 
forgot you were here!!" She added, as her eyes for a 
brief moment drunk in her handsome son's wide 
shoulders, shapely pecks and chiseled abs before 
focusing in on the largest cock she'd ever seen. After 
a long second, her eyes met his once again, as they 
gazed at each other. "I-I'm... sorry," she repeated, 
her voice barely above a whisper, "I should've 
knocked." She added, as she backed out of the bathroom 
and closed the door behind her. She rested up against 
the door to catch her breath, her forehead glistening 
with sweat. 

Inside the bathroom, Rick stood motionless for a 
moment, puzzled by what had just happened. If he were a 
betting man, he would've sworn that his mother was 
checking him out, even gazing at his cock. Rick looked 
down and noticed he was getting hard at the thought. He 
grasped his cock and stroked it several times, as his 
mom stood unknowingly outside the door. He hadn't felt 
the warm; wet feeling of a woman's pussy in over a 
year, as he made a mental note to call his ex-
girlfriend. He finished drying off.

Outside the bathroom door, Jill caught her breath and 
then scampered into her bedroom, shutting the door 
behind her. She set the hamper down and sat on the edge 
of the bed, staring at herself in the full-length 
mirror across from her. Her nipples were hard as she 
recalled her son's cock from a moment earlier. Jill had 
probably been with half a dozen men her whole life 
before meeting Edward in college, but she estimated 
that her son's cock was easily the biggest she'd ever 
seen. It must've measured six or seven inches limp. 
Jill came back to her senses and noticed a hand 
massaging a breast.

"Oh my god, what is wrong with you?" She said to 
herself as she threw herself back on her bed and gazed 
at the ceiling. Her mind again pictured her son's naked 
form, reminding her of those statues of Greek and Roman 
gods. She heard the bathroom door open and the 
squeaking floorboards as Rick made his way to his 
childhood bedroom, now adorned with military mementos. 
Jill rose and shook her head from side to side as if to 
shake the images of her son from her brain. Picking up 
the hamper again, she made her way out and refocused on 
the laundry, fighting not to think about her son's 
cock.

In his bedroom, Rick stroked his cock as he imagined 
fucking movie stars, female military comrades and ex-
girlfriends from years past. His cock seemed to double 
in size as he stroked and recalled the look of wanton 
lust on his mother's face as she had gazed at his cock 
From nowhere, his mind formed a mental picture of Rick 
fucking his still hot mom up against the bathroom sink 
as she moaned in delight. He imagined her words.

"Fuck me, Ricky," he imagined her saying, as sweat 
dripped onto her heaving breasts. His ten-inch cock, 
swollen and pulsing, pistoned in and out of his 
mother's well-groomed cunt. "Fuck your mommy!" He 
imagined her hissing, just before she bit into his neck 
from the sensations rippling through her body. And with 
that image, Rick's cock immediately exploded, sending 
ropes of cum across his clean stomach and hand, as he 
grunted quietly and finished himself off.

Later that night, as mother, son and husband went to 
bed, Jill tossed and turned. She realized she was horny 
and needed relief. She snuggled up against her husband 
who had fallen asleep only moments earlier and rubbed 
his chest and belly, before snaking her hand down to 
his groin. Edward moaned in his sleep before realizing 
what was happening. 

He rolled over and kissed his wife, who stroked her 
husband to hardness and then pulled him over on top of 
her. He slipped into her easily, due to her wetness. 
She moaned in delight, eyes closed, as her husband 
thrust into her repeatedly. After a few minutes, she 
felt his cock swell, and felt him pick up the pace.

"No! No, Eddy!! Wait for me!! Please, wait for me!!!!" 
But her words fell on deaf ears as Edward orgasmed. He 
buried his cock into his wife, his eyes closed as he 
stifled a groan, while his cock flexed repeatedly. 
"No!!!!" Jill wailed. "Eddy!!" She lamented.

"Uhh, baby!" her forty-nine year old husband mumbled 
before collapsing beside her. "I'm sorry, baby," he 
said, "but you were so warm, so wet tonight!" And with 
an apology, he figured he could go back to sleep. He 
was out within seconds.

Jill gazed at her husband in disappointment, wanting to 
feel anger but forcing herself not to, because she knew 
how hard he worked every day. The man was always 
exhausted. She turned and gazed up at the ceiling. Her 
slip was still pulled up around her waist. She had 
removed her white cotton panties before waking her 
husband in anticipation. Slowly, her hand crept to her 
neatly manicured pussy and rubbed its little nub, still 
stiff from the fucking. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned to herself, as her eyes closed and 
she imagined the feeling she had just experienced from 
her husband. But her mind betrayed her, as she slipped 
a finger into her hole. Her mind's eye recalled her 
son's naked body and his limp cock. Jill increased her 
efforts, rubbing her clit and slipping two fingers 
inside her pussy. She licked her lips as she recalled 
her son gazing at her in the bathroom and fantasizing 
that his cock was growing hard. "Mmmmm," she moaned 
again, keeping here eyes closed, as if doing so somehow 
prevented the outside world from discovering her 
depraved thoughts. 

She raised her knees slightly and sunk two fingers 
deeply into her soaked pussy as her mind suddenly 
pictured herself in the bathroom and on her knees, only 
inches from her son's hard, ten-inch cock. She imagined 
grasping and stroking it, as she gazed up into his eyes 
and smiled wantonly. In slow motion, she imagined her 
son throwing his head back and mouthing the words 'oh 
mom', before using his hands to push her mouth over his 
cock, forcing her to swallow nearly half its length. 

Before her mind could continue her lurid fantasy, Jill 
orgasmed suddenly. She kept her eyes closed but licked 
her lips at the thought of what her son's cum might 
taste like - the salty, warm cream oozing over her 
tongue before running down her gulping throat. Her body 
flexed as she bit her lip to stifle a scream, while she 
experienced one of the most intense orgasms in a long 
time from her images. When it was over, she dropped 
here knees and petted her pussy, as she thought about 
what had just happened. On one hand, she was repulsed, 
but on the other, the fantasy had excited her beyond 
any erotic thought ever to cross her mind. She fell 
asleep content and with a smile on her face.

Next day Jill woke moments after her husband had left 
for work. She recalled the fantasy with her son and 
shivered, partly in disgust, partly in arousal. She 
rose and walked toward the door, stopping in front of 
the full-length mirror. She slid the slip from her 
shoulder and let it drop. Standing naked, she halfway 
twirled, admiring her body. She ran her hands along her 
hips, over her soft belly and cupping her tremendous 
breasts. She massaged them briefly and tweaked a nipple 
before sliding a hand down to her pussy. 

She imagined her son walking in on her at this moment, 
like she'd done to him in the bathroom. She imagined 
gazing at him and continuing to play with herself as he 
watched. Her nipples hardened and her pussy gushed 
before she smiled and shook the thoughts from her head. 
She realized she was growing more at ease with the 
thought of her son seeing her naked, or vice versa. She 
showered and was about to dress when she decided to 
throw on only her thick, terry-cloth robe instead. She 
figured it was safe, since it hung to her calves, and 
as long as she tied it tightly. After putting on the 
robe, she went to the kitchen to make coffee and 
breakfast for her and Ricky.

"Good morning," a groggy voice startled Jill moments 
later as she looked back from the stove to see her son 
trying to move a chair and take a seat at the kitchen 
table. He was dressed in a gray t-shirt, army shorts 
and socks. He was obviously not wearing underwear as 
his cock lay loosely and limply against the dark green, 
thin shorts, forming an outline of his cock and balls. 
Jill's nipples hardened as she quickly turned back to 
the stove, trying to regulate her breathing, as she 
flipped a pancake.

"Uhm, good morning, sleepy head," she answered, not 
looking back until she heard him take a seat. "Coffee?" 
She asked, thinking it safe to gaze back, but only to 
find his cock clearly visible through the opening of 
his shorts, under the table. She turned to the coffee 
maker, her nipples aching, as she licked her lips.

"Sure, thanks," Rick replied. "Do we still get the 
paper?"

"Yes," Jill replied, gazing back at him momentarily 
before glancing at the tip of his cock under the table. 
"It's in the front room. I'll get it for you sweet 
heart." She said in her loving, motherly tone. She 
returned and handed him the paper, then serving each of 
them breakfast and coffee, before she herself sat 
across from him. She was glad she was only able to see 
his upper torso at this proximity.

Jill ate silently, almost solemnly, gazing at her son 
now and then. Rick ate and drank while reading the 
paper, remarking on the local happenings around town 
and on the war. His mom only acknowledged his remarks, 
as her mind thought about his beautiful looking cock 
just a few feet from her.

"Mom?" She was startled back to the moment. 

"Huh? Yes, honey?"

"I said, 'do you want some of the paper also?'"

"Uhm, sure," Jill said, without thinking. Rick threw 
half of the paper toward her, causing it to flutter to 
the floor beside her chair. Instinctually, she leaned 
down to pick it up and remembered her son's cock. She 
glanced toward it to find Rick stroking it! His cock 
growing in his hands as he slowly and gently rubbed it. 
Jill was so startled by the unexpected action that she 
rose quickly, hitting the back of her head on the 
underside of the table. "Ouch!" She said with a start. 
"Fuck!!" She added, rising and rubbing the back of her 
head.

"Mom!" Rick said in an amusing tone, a hand still 
snaked underneath the table, as Jill gazed at him and 
rubbed her head. "I didn't think school teachers 
cursed!" He said teasingly.

"You'd be surprised what school teachers do," Jill 
said, without thinking.

"Oh really?" Rick replied, the arm that was snaked 
under the table moving ever so slightly as he and his 
mother gazed at one another. "Like what?"

"Like cursing, and drinking, and... and..." Jill was 
thinking, "...and sleeping with their students, too!" 
She glanced at Rick who said nothing in return. "You 
wouldn't believe how many do," she continued. "Just 
this year there seems to be a rash of them... hot 
little numbers who can't help keep their paws off of 
those poor, young boys." She said, genuinely.

Rick smiled. "I wouldn't feel too sorry for them, mom." 
He said. "Shit, if Mrs. Chips wanted me when I was back 
in high school. Well, shit, I'd've gone for it in a 
heartbeat!" He said, laughing.

"Mrs. Chips?" Jill said, trying to recall whom her son 
was talking about. "Oh! Mrs. Chips," she said, "with 
the...pushed up to here and the...out to there..." Jill 
motioned with her hands toward her bosom and hips.

"Yeah, that was her," Rick said, his mind traveling as 
his arm moved slowly.

"You would've?" His mother asked, teasingly. "With 
her?"

Rick stared at his mother for a moment. "Hell yeah! 
Every kid in my class wanted to nail her. She gave us, 
all, many memories to fill our wet dreams!"

"Oh Ricky, stop it!" Jill said, giggling like a 
schoolgirl, but unable to deny her hard nipples from 
the talk. "I better go get dressed," she whispered 
gazing at her son and rising. She went over and kissed 
him on the forehead.

Rick had watched his mother walk to him and kiss him on 
the forehead, but his gaze was redirected to the 
opening of her robe. Over the last few minutes, with 
her moving around, the robe had loosened and he was 
treated to his mother's naked, plump breast in plain 
view. Their dark, rosy, thick nipples hard and stiff 
like large pencil erasers. Rick's mouth watered, as his 
mother walked away, unaware of the treat she had just 
offered him. His long, hard cock underneath the table 
oozed pre-cum, and Rick decided to go beat off before 
jumping into the shower.

After about five minutes Rick passed by his parent's 
bedroom, he heard the distinct sound of a pleasurable 
moan. Knowing at once that his mom may be masturbating, 
Rick leaned into the door and listened harder. His 
mother's moans echoed through the door and down to his 
groin, where his deflating cock had begun to rise 
again. He decided to throw caution to the wind and 
cracks open the door. 

Slowly and ever so gently, he turned the knob until it 
stopped and opened the door just a hair, praying 
silently that it wouldn't squeak. It didn't. When the 
door was half an inch open, he gazed inside and saw his 
mother lying naked on the bed, her eyes closed and two 
fingers buried deep inside her glistening pussy. Rick 
watched and licked his lips, as his cock grew stiff in 
record time. His mother's puffy cunt glistened with her 
juices; its red swollen lips wrapped tightly around her 
fingers moving in and out of her hole. 

As Jill fingered her cunt, she replayed the scene 
moments earlier from the kitchen, imagining what it 
would have been like had she had the nerve to approach 
her son? She played the slutty fantasy out in her head.

"Mrs. Chips has nothing on your ole little mommy," she 
imagined herself telling her son, as she imagined 
disrobing in front of him, just before laying herself 
spread-eagled on the kitchen table, directly in front 
of her son. In her mind, she was careless, spilling her 
son's coffee as his half-eaten pancakes soaked into her 
bare ass. "How's this for some memories?" She imagined 
herself saying, as she pulled her son by his hair into 
her sopping pussy.

Rick watched his mother masturbate as she moved a hand 
from a breast to her clit, rubbing it while the other 
hand pistoned in and out of her pussy. She moaned and 
raised her knees, getting close to orgasm. Rick swore 
he heard his mother whisper his name as he watched her 
masturbating, taking in her sexy body, her pendulous 
breasts and hairy but trim pussy. Her engorged pussy 
lips flaring open, beckoning to be kissed, even from 
her son he imagined, as he watched his mother stiffen 
and bite her lip through the intense orgasm. 

Rick stroked harder as he imagined laying atop his 
mother; his huge cock driving in and out of her pussy, 
as her legs wrapped around his back, pulling him into 
her with every thrust. The image was too much, and he 
felt the cum in his cock boiling to the top. He cupped 
his hand in front of his cock and emptied his seed into 
his hand while he watched his mother raise her ass from 
the bed as she climaxed and then slowly came down. 

Rick finished himself off and then backed away, leaving 
the door open. He didn't want to risk closing it, when 
his mother might open her eyes at any second. And 
besides, it would be exciting to make her wonder if 
she'd closed it or if someone had been watching. By 
now, he had entered his bedroom, closed his door and 
stripped.

In her bedroom, Jill had risen from the bed and was 
standing in front of the mirror for a moment when she 
noticed her door cracked open. "Hmmm," she muttered to 
herself, "I could've sworn I closed it." For a brief 
moment, she wondered if her son had opened it and 
witnessed her getting off. She immediately shrugged the 
possibility off as too bold. But, the thought made her 
pussy tingle as she closed the door securely. A smile 
spread across her face, as she stood in front of the 
mirror and admired her naked form.

Rick exited his bedroom with a towel wrapped around his 
waist and was about to enter the bathroom when he heard 
his mother speaking. He leaned into her door 
momentarily and listened. He heard his mother saying, 
"Mrs. Chips doesn't have anything on me!" And with 
that, he smiled and entered the bathroom to shower.

***

Three days later on a Sunday afternoon Rick arrived 
home from visiting a friend to find his mother washing 
the family sedan outside as his father watched 
football. She was barefoot save for a pair of shorts 
and a t-shirt that was tucked tightly into her 
waistline, enhancing her breasts. Rick helped his 
mother wash the car, watching her plump, round ass when 
she bent or watching her breasts mash up against the 
windshield as she reached across to suds the glass. 
When they rinsed, they playfully sprayed each other 
with the hose, his mother yelping at the cold, as Rick 
enjoyed watching her nipples stiffen. She looked sexy 
all wet and dripping. When he was soaked, too, he 
removed his shirt to reveal his tight torso.

"Too bad I can't do that, too," his mother said 
jokingly.

"Hey, won't bother me," Rick replied, half jokingly, 
half seriously. 

"I'll remember that," his mother said coyly, smiling. 
She winked and sprayed him one last time before 
dropping the hose and running inside, away from him, 
before he had another chance to spray her. Rick 
finished cleaning the car and put everything away. 
Inside, he could hear the sound of crowds cheering and 
announcers calling the play-by-play of the football 
game that his father was watching in the front room. 

"He peered in there only to find his dad snoring. Still 
shirtless, wet and growing cold, he headed toward his 
bedroom. Just before his parent's bedroom, the door to 
the bedroom flung open and his mother walked out 
without a stitch of clothes on. She was startled by his 
presence but didn't scream this time, instead smiling 
and jokingly saying, "We have to stop meeting like 
this!"

But Rick's expression was serious, as he gazed at his 
mother's naked body and into her eyes, causing her 
expression to grow serious too. She began to move into 
the bathroom when he whispered.

"Wait!"

Perplexed, Jill stopped and gazed into her son's eyes, 
as she half-heartedly attempted to cover herself with 
her forearms. Her nipples stiffened at the lust-filled 
look in his eyes. She heard herself whisper, "Ricky, I 
don't think..."

"Shhh," he whispered back. "I just want... You're so... 
beautiful." 

Jill's eyes grew moist as she watched her son's hand 
rising slowly toward her breast. She knew this moment 
was bordering on over the line, but her desire overrode 
all rational thought, as her breathing quickened. Just 
as Rick was about to cup his mother's tender breast and 
stiff nipple, Edward coughed from in front of the 
television and groaned in his sleep. The act startled 
mother and son back to reality as Jill quickly entered 
the bathroom, and Rick made his way into his bedroom. 
Behind respective locked doors, mother and son, each, 
brought themselves to intense orgasms from what had 
just occurred.

A week later, Rick came home from a date with a woman 
he'd met while giving a speech for the army. The date 
turned out to be pleasant, ending up in some hot-n-
heavy kissing and making out, but ending there. He 
returned home with a slight case of blue balls, only to 
find his mother sitting in the dark watching 
television, dressed in her white robe, a nightgown 
visible beneath it. Her legs were crossed; a naked 
thigh visible through, both, the slit in the nightgown 
and the front of the robe. An empty bourbon glass sat 
on the wooden coffee table in front of her, forming a 
wet stain on the wood.

"Hey," he whispered, entering the front room and taking 
a seat across from her in his dad's recliner. "What are 
you still doing up? It's past midnight."

"This is what I do every Saturday night, son," his 
mother answered, slightly slurring her speech and 
rubbing her thighs together sexily. "Your dad and I 
watch TV for a few hours and then he goes to bed. I 
either watch more TV or surf the Internet."

"How many of those have you had?" Rick asked jokingly.

"One," Jill answered, "...or three.... maybe five." She 
smiled, and Rick smiled back, both breaking into 
laughter. "How did your date go?"

Rick sighed deeply. "It went," he replied.

"Not good, huh?"

"Depends on your definition of 'good'," Rick said, 
amusingly. "She was nice and all, and we had a good 
time, but..."

"But what, honey?" Jill asked, genuinely not realizing 
what her son was saying. Rick gazed at his mother and 
raised an eyebrow. Then it hit her. "Oh! Oh!!!!" She 
said, before smiling. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry 'bout it," Rick replied, "I think I'm 
gonna have one of those. Want another?"

"Sure," Jill answered. Rick mixed both of them a drink 
and settled back on the sofa next to his mom. She was 
watching a crime-based documentary, her legs still 
crossed, revealing a naked thigh to her son's gaze. 
After two more drinks, Rick was feeling mellow. His 
mother had stopped after the one he'd made for her, 
realizing she was almost past her limit. She was still 
feeling good herself, though, when the topic of the 
date came up again. Jill remarked that at least Rick 
had the opportunity to go out. "I just sit here, night 
after night, watching TV." She said. 

"But you go out, mom," Rick replied. "You have your 
church group, and your cooking club..." he started to 
add, but his mother hushed him.

"No, no, no," she slurred, "that's not what I'm talking 
about, sweetie. Those are interesting things to keep me 
pre-occupied. I'm talking about getting all dolled up 
and going out and dancing all night long, like your 
father and I used to do. I miss that."

"Would you like me to dance with you, mom?" Rick said, 
half-amusingly. His mother slapped him playfully on the 
arm.

"No, that's okay, son." She said. "Besides, that car 
wash made me sore. I'm always amazed at the number of 
muscles I work when I do odd tasks around the house."

"Sounds like you need a massage instead," Rick teased.

'Now I'd pay for that!" His mother said whole-
heartedly.

"Say no more," Rick said, standing and slipping behind 
his mother on the sofa.

"Oh, this will be nice!" Jill said in a motherly tone. 
"I've never had a massage!"

"Just relax and let you go," Rick whispered as he 
started to massage his mother's neck and shoulders 
through her robe. The white-hot glow of the television 
screen providing the only light and bathing them in 
multi-colored glows with every scene change.

"Mmmm," Jill groaned, "that feels good." She felt all 
the tension in her body begin to dissipate as her son 
expertly rubbed her shoulders and neck, moving down her 
back and then back to her shoulders.

"You know, mom," Rick said, "this might be better with 
your robe off."

"Oh, okay," Jill said somewhat hesitantly, but standing 
and slipping her robe off to reveal a low-cut, slinky 
negligee with spaghetti straps holding up her pendulous 
breasts. Rick had made the comment genuinely but 
immediately realized the opportunity presenting itself, 
as his mother seated herself between his legs again, 
her back to him, and scooched herself back into his 
groin. A naked thigh coming into view through the high 
slit in the gown. He began to knead her naked flesh, 
rubbing her shoulders and neck, eliciting guttural 
moans from his mother as he kneaded. "Oh, Rick. Oh! 
Mmmmm! Oh, god, that feels good." She repeated over and 
over, as her head bobbled back and forth.

Rick noticed his mother's nipples hardening through the 
thin, silky material. His position behind her gave him 
a perfect view of her immense cleavage, which now rose 
erratically up and down, as he continued to knead. Jill 
began to squirm, sensing the wetness growing between 
her legs. With each move, her thigh become more visible 
and her nipples hardened further. She was beginning to 
sweat from the heat generated between her and her son. 
Suddenly, she felt a lump pressing up against her 
tailbone, as she realized her son was growing hard. 
That only made things worse as she relaxed and went 
limp against him, resting her head against his 
shoulders.

Rick continued kneading his mother's shoulders and neck 
but had slowed down the intensity, making it soft and 
gentle, eliciting a moan from his mother every few 
minutes. Her eyes were closed as she rested her head 
against his shoulder. He knew the moment had come to 
test his mother and see if she would bite forbidden 
fruit. He raised both spaghetti straps off her 
shoulders, and before sliding them off, he kissed his 
mother on the nape of her neck softly.

"Mmmm," was all Jill muttered, eyes closed, chest 
heaving, as her son held the spaghetti straps from her 
shoulders. Slowly and delicately, Rick lowered them 
halfway down her arms before she spoke. "Rick, 
honey..." she whispered, "this isn't right."

Rick ignored the comment and simply asked, "Does it 
feel good to you?" All the while, he placed gentle, wet 
kisses on his mother's neck and shoulder. His mother 
took so long at responding that Rick thought for a 
moment he would have to stop. He did not want to force 
her into anything. But his mother did respond.

"Yes, honey, it feels very good, but..."

"Shhhh," Rick whispered. That was all he had needed to 
hear as he gently pulled his mother's arms from the 
shoulder straps and lowered her negligee to her 
stomach, revealing her heaving, milky white breasts, 
their tips capped with engorged, rose-colored nipples. 

"That's all that matters, mom," he added, as his hands 
cupped her breasts before covering her nipples and 
pinching them. Jill moaned as her nipples stiffened 
under her son's magic touch. His kisses were driving 
her wild as he kneaded her breasts gently. She had 
begun to automatically squirm against his groin, 
feeling his cock pressing against her rear, as if 
demanding entrance. "I turn you on, don't I?" He 
whispered in her ear, kneading his mother's breasts and 
still kissing her shoulders and neck. "It turns you on 
to see me in my uniform, doesn't it?"

"Yes," Jill hissed with eyes closed, reveling in the 
sensation of the moment. "You look so authoritative, 
so... confident," she added. "But, Ricky, you're my 
son," she added, opening her eyes and turning her head 
sideways to face him. "We can't..."

And with that, Rick kissed his mother. He used only his 
lips at first, turning the kiss hotter as he continued 
kneading her breasts and softly pinching her nipples. 
When she moaned into his mouth, he forced his tongue 
into her mouth. Jill opened her mouth willingly and 
accepted her son's tongue, sucking on it and hurling 
her toward the point of no return. She moaned again, as 
mother and son French kissed intensely, moaning and 
sucking each other's tongue. Jill's torso was half-
twisted, now, toward her son, as they continued to 
kiss, and he continued to massage her breasts.

After another minute or two of kissing and petting, 
Rick slid his hand down to the negligee's slit and slid 
a hand between his mother's thighs. She had no panties 
on, and he immediately felt the heat emanating from 
her. He slipped a finger inside her and groaned at how 
wet his mother was for him. 

Jill groaned loudly into her son's mouth before she 
suddenly came back to her senses. She realized her 
son's fingers were in her cunt, and that thought... 
that act snapped Jill back to reality.

"No!!!!" His mother suddenly gasped, standing!!! 
"Stop!!" She repeated, attempting to gain her balance 
from standing too quickly and from the alcohol. 
Dejected, all the air went out of Rick's lungs, as he 
stood.

He faced his mother and kissed her again, gently 
massaging her breasts. "Please, mother. Please!! It's 
been so long for me!!" He said between kisses. "Here 
feel," he added, placing her long, slender hand on his 
cock. He felt her rub his cock momentarily and kissed 
her neck again. "I know you want me, mother," he said 
teasingly. "You want my cock. I could tell by the way 
you looked at me... at it the other day in the 
bathroom!"

"No," Jill whispered, swallowing hard and unable to 
meet her son's gaze. Her hand still resting on his 
cock.

"Yes, mother," Rick retorted, "you know I'm right. You 
want my cock," he continued as he lowered his head and 
covered her nipple with his mouth. He sucked and his 
mother let out a guttural moan. He released her nipple 
and bit her ear lobe, whispering, "You want your son's 
cock in your wet pussy, don't you?"

"No!!!! Ricky, no!!!! This is wrong!!! This is so 
wrong!" She pleaded but let him resume sucking her 
nipple and subconsciously caressed his head.

Rick then kissed his mother again; sucking her tongue 
and feeling her do the same. In his mind, he smirked, 
realizing that he was wearing her resistance down 
again. In a few minutes, he thought, he'd have his cock 
buried deep in her pussy as he lowered his head and 
sucked her nipple yet again.

"No!!!!" She said, a bit louder than she wished. She 
steeled herself again, but this time backed away from 
her son. "No!!!!" Jill repeated and gazed at her son 
with her best defiant face, which was, in truth, a 
façade. For she wanted nothing more than to straddle 
his hips and feel his mammoth cock smooth every wrinkle 
of her cunt. But she was his mother. She couldn't go 
through with it. "We have to stop!" She said a bit 
quieter and gaining resolve. "Let's.... let's just 
forget this happened!" She said raising the straps of 
her negligee and repeating the phrase. 

She gazed at her son, finally, who stood motionless 
with pleading eyes. She almost gave in again at the 
handsome devil, thinking he probably had blue balls, 
and she could relieve the pressure by sucking his cock. 
But she knew she could not. She knew if his cock came 
out, a blowjob would not be enough for her. She would 
fuck her son. It was best to walk away, so she ended 
the game. "Let's.... let's just...go to bed...I...I 
mean...sleep...go to sleep," she finally said, grabbing 
her robe and walking away toward her bedroom.

Dejected and horny, Rick fixed himself another drink 
and watched television until his cock had deflated. 
Finally, he headed to bed and tried to sleep, but his 
blue balls ached for relief. It was all he could do to 
beat off, they hurt so badly, but the images of his 
mother kissing him and enjoying the petting session 
were enough to bring him off quickly. He finally dozed 
off.

In her bedroom, Jill masturbated furiously next to her 
snoring husband. She was so incredibly turned on that 
she threw all pretenses and morals out the window and 
imagined fucking and sucking her beautiful son. She 
imagined being a slut for him, and he in turn spanking 
her ass and calling her names. She imagined the sex as 
hot, dirty and nasty, like it was in the beginning with 
Edward. Jill stopped momentarily and reached into the 
back of the bottom drawer of her nightstand. 

For the first time in years, she retrieved her 
vibrator. And for the first time in her married life, 
she imagined that the ten-inch by two-inch phallus was 
someone's cock other than her husband's. She imagined 
it was her son's cock, as she slowly drove it deep into 
her pussy. Within seconds, she exploded in the most 
intense orgasm of her life, drawing blood from her 
bottom lip to stifle a scream. Her entire body shook 
and quivered, the climax lasting for a long thirty 
seconds, until spent, she lay lifelessly next to her 
husband. After what seemed like forever, she mustered 
the energy to wipe the pussy juice from the vibrator 
with her negligee and slipped the item away. She 
lowered her negligee over her hips and pulled the 
covers over her. But sleep evaded her, for she couldn't 
get her son's cock out of her mind.

***

Next day Rick woke late. The thought of his mother’s 
nude body on her bed was fresh in his mind. He moved 
slowly towards kitchen. As expected his mother was 
there but she was talking to someone on telephone. Rick 
was surprised to see the thin nylon gown his mother was 
wearing. It was pale orange and her bikini style 
sleeping panties were plainly visible underneath. He 
couldn't see a bra. He was instantly hard. He stood 
admiring her beautiful back, her rounded hips, her 
curvy ass, and shapely legs. 

Assembling his courage he moved forward to a position 
behind her. The crevice between her cheeks was a shadow 
under the gown and panties. He was wearing an old pair 
of shorts worn thin from age and no underwear. His cock 
had grown to massive proportions. He positioned himself 
directly behind his mother and only inches away. 
Forgetting all consequences, he laid his hands on her 
hips and thrust forward. His solid rod easily separated 
the cheeks of her ass and he suddenly found himself 
lodged between the shapely flesh.

"Ohhh, Rick," Jill said. "Ohhh, no."

Rick had leaned against Jill and his head was close 
enough to hear Carrie on the phone.

"What's wrong, Jill? What's going on?" her friend Cathy 
asked on the other side of phone.

"Ahh...ahh Rick just spilled some hot stuff in the 
kitchen. I have to go. I'll call you later. Bye," Jill 
told her friend.

Rick pushed his hands around her waist until they met 
under her breasts. He could feel the weight of them 
resting on his wrists. His cock got harder. He thrust 
forward a little more, burying himself even deeper 
between her spheres.

Jill squirmed, trying to get free of her son's grasp, 
but only succeeded in creating a fucking motion between 
them.

"Rick, no, no, honey, don't do this. You shouldn't have 
your, your penis against me like that. I'm your 
mother."

Rick lowered himself slightly and then thrust inward 
and upward against his mother. "But, mom you said to go 
after what I wanted, and I want you."

"Ungggg," Jill grunted as Rick's cock drove between her 
ass cheeks. He didn't realize it but the last thrust 
had slid right along her puckered little hole. She felt 
her pussy flood and her nipples get hard. God, he is 
big, she thought. "Honey, you shouldn't want your own 
mother like that. Come on, Rick let me go." She 
continued to struggle, which only increased the 
friction between their bodies. 

As his cock again thrust along her rear entrance, she 
tried to drop down some so his cock would be higher on 
her ass and not near her opening, but she forgot the 
position of his hands. As she dropped, his hands slid 
up her body and suddenly he had both hands full of 
Jill's 36 c breasts. They were equally surprised. Her 
hard nipples pressed into his palms and the thin 
material offered no protection for her. She may as well 
have been naked. Rick quickly took advantage of the 
accidental gift. He began kneading her tits. Jill 
squirmed harder than before. 

"Rick, quit. Let go of my tits; quit feeling me like 
that.” She started to spin one way then reversed her 
direction. The ploy worked and she was able to spin 
around. But Jill realized her mistake when she found 
herself face to face with her son and his rigid cock 
buried against her pussy mound. Rick too was caught 
unaware. It took him a moment to realize his good 
fortune. He dipped slightly and thrust hard against the 
v between her thighs. His cock head lodged against the 
slit of her pussy. It was almost as if he had 
penetrated her. 

She gasped. 

While she was still trying to keep Rick from making any 
more attacks into her private parts, Rick did the one 
thing that had entered neither of their minds. He 
looked at his mothers face only inches in front of him. 
Her wet mouth and red full parted lips struck a chord 
in his male heart. He kissed her, full on the lips. 
Jill stopped struggling as the shock of the contact 
registered. Before she could fully understand the 
forbidden action, her body responded. Her lips opened, 
her tongue darted out and her pelvis thrust against the 
hard rod lodged against it. For longer than either of 
them would have believed, mother and son sucked, and 
thrust tongue against tongue, cock against pussy, 
nipple against chest and palm.

While her body was saying yes, yes, Jill's mind was 
screaming no, no. Finally she forced Rick back. The 
shock of their kiss had caused him to relax his hold 
around her. Jill slipped away and moved to the middle 
of the room. 

"Rick, Rick, my God, what are you doing, what are we 
doing? Stop this right now. You act like you're trying 
to fuck me."

Rick had never heard his mother swear before except for 
an occasional damn, or hell. The word fuck was a 
surprise. But it gave him the right to use the same 
terms. 

"But I do want to ahh...fuck you. I love you and 
besides you kissed me back and pushed your, your pussy 
against me when we were kissing, so I know you want it 
too."

"Rick, I love you too. I'm your mother, we're supposed 
to love each other but not like a girlfriend-boyfriend 
or a husband-wife love. As far as me responding to your 
kiss, women's bodies sometime react to sexual contacts 
that they don't really want. I'll admit I felt good 
when you were thrusting against me, after all you are 
very manly and sexually well endowed, any girl would 
have responded the same. And I also admit your kiss 
excited me for a minute, but then reality set in and I 
no longer wanted you to continue. As for you wanting 
to...fuck me, well, honey, at your age boys want to 
fuck anything with a pussy." Jill grinned to take the 
sting out of the put-down and to lessen the tension 
between them.

"That's not true, mom, when I see you, I am ready to do 
it in an instant. I would sooner ah fuck you than any 
girl I know. I would be happy just to see you naked and 
feel you."

"Rick. That is exactly the thing that has to stop. You 
can't go around trying to have sex with your mother. 
Now why don't you go to your room and cool off a little 
then come down and I'll fix you a nice breakfast."

"I will be cool in my room, but the minute I come back 
down stairs and see you I'll want to make love to you."

Rick went to his room and stretched out on the bed, 
replaying in his mind the scene in her room. She had 
kissed him back and thrust her pussy against him. True, 
after she thought about it she claimed she didn't want 
to do it anymore, but he was sure that was her head 
talking not her heart. He had to get her thinking with 
her heart or better yet, her pussy.

As Rick left the kitchen, Jill sank into a chair at the 
table. Her nipples were hard; pushing her thin pajamas 
into little tents over her rounded breasts. Her channel 
was flooding with her sweet juice and the lips of her 
pussy were puffy. She felt her engorged clit rub the 
thin panties as it grew firm from the contact with 
Rick's cock when he thrust against her. It had been so 
tempting to just let him fuck her right there against 
the sink, to force his big cock into her needy pussy 
but she had not been able to let herself go. Had he 
forced her just a little, however, he would have 
attained his goal. 

Did she dare allow a little sexual play to occur 
between herself and her son? She wouldn't let him fuck 
her of course, but would a little fingering and dry 
fucking really hurt anyone? She knew she was 
rationalizing, making it seem less a violation, making 
her seem less than a morally, corrupt, incestuous 
mother. Suddenly she knew what she would do. She would 
play her own little game with her son and see if he 
could handle a stronger form of sexual by-play, and 
tonight would be an ideal time. More nectar flowed into 
her hot channel as she thought of what she was going to 
do to her son and his hard cock.

Rick left the house early in the evening but in his 
usual fashion told his mother he would be home by 
midnight. Jill immediately began to put her plan into 
action. She knew her husband well. One of the few 
nights of the week when he watched TV was Saturday. 
Jill beat him to the program listings in the paper and 
pretending to scan them she announced that there were 
no good programs to watch. Edward, her husband, picked 
up one of his law books and began to read cursing under 
his breath about the poor programming on the TV. Jill 
smiled in spite of herself. By ten PM Edward's head was 
nodding and he was rubbing his eyes. 

"Since you have such a big day tomorrow maybe you 
should take one of your high potency sleeping pills the 
doctor prescribed to guarantee you a good night's 
sleep."

"Maybe I will, even though I don't like them. They 
knock me out for eight hours and the devil himself 
couldn't wake me."

"If you take one now and go to bed you should wake up 
by six-thirty and feel ready to tackle what promises to 
be a difficult day."

"Okay, I guess I'll go right up and get my shower; 
should be in bed by ten-thirty." 

Jill smiled. Perfect, she thought, he wouldn’t hear a 
thing the rest of the night. 

At eleven-thirty Jill went to her bedroom and after 
checking to be sure Edward was indeed out like a light, 
she took her shower, then put on a baby doll set of 
PJ's. The top was white and completely see-through. It 
stopped exactly at her pussy. The panties were also 
sheer and bikini cut. When she looked at herself in the 
mirror, she blushed. Absolutely nothing was hidden from 
view. She took a tube of KY jelly from her bathroom 
drawer and placed it on the nightstand. She climbed 
into bed next to her husband and waited for Rick to get 
home.

Rick quietly passed her bedroom door at eleven-fifty. 
By this time Jill was more than ready for her little 
end of the game. She waited until she heard Rick leave 
his bedroom and head down the hall for the bathroom 
until she slipped quietly from her bed. Picking up the 
tube of KY jelly she padded barefoot down the hall. As 
usual, Rick had failed to close the door all the way 
assuming that no one else was up at this time. Without 
knocking Jill pushed the door open and walked in. Rick 
was standing naked in the middle of the room just 
getting ready to turn on the shower for his bath. He 
saw her out of the corner of his eye and whipped 
around.

"Mom, holy cow you should have knocked." He tried 
unsuccessfully to cover his slowly rising cock. 

"Why? Your game playing made me think you wanted me to 
see you naked?"

"Well, well, yeah, I guess," he stammered.

"Do you like the way I look or would you like to see me 
naked too?"

For the first time Rick took a good look at his 
mother's PJ's. At her nipples standing firm and hard, 
erect under the thin material, and her dark pussy hair 
forming a small patch at the v of her legs.

"Wow you look good the way you are."

"Oh, you mean you want me to stay dressed, you don't 
want to see me naked?"

"No, I mean yes I mean no I don't want you to stay like 
that yes, I do want to see you naked. 

Jill turned away from him and hooking her thumbs in her 
panties, she slid the transparent bikinis over her hips 
and down her legs, bending over as she reached her 
ankles. As she stood bent over Rick was treated to a 
full view of her beautiful shaped ass and tucked 
between her legs, her glistening clamshell pussy now 
slightly opened with lust.

Rick gasped with pleasure. Unable to believe this was 
his mother showing him her naked ass and pussy. 

With no hesitation, Jill took the top off the tube of 
jelly.

"Come here," she said. 

Rick took the two steps to move within inches of her. 

"Hold out your hand."

Rick gingerly stuck out his hand unsure of her 
intentions. Jill squirted a liberal amount of the jelly 
into his palm.

She turned her back to him. "Now grease my ass; make me 
slippery. And whatever you do, be quiet, we don't want 
to wake your father."

Rick stood unbelieving for a full minute.

"If you want to do what you like doing to my ass, you'd 
better hurry."

Rick carefully reached out and slid his hand over her 
firm curves. After only seconds he was using both hands 
to cover her full cheeks.

"Get between them too, don't miss anyplace," Jill said 
in a husky voice. Her channel was flooding and she felt 
ready to grab his cock and ride it until she was too 
weak to move.

Rick finally worked up the courage to slip his fingers 
between the globes of his mother's ass. It was the most 
exciting thing he had ever done. She didn't even yell 
at him when he slid across her tight puckered opening 
not once but three times. The last two times 
deliberately. He almost shot his load all over the 
beautiful body before him.

"Okay, that should be enough," she said. Jill turned 
and looked at her son, and then rising on her tiptoes, 
she kissed him full on the lips. Before his arms could 
encircle her she twisted away. Walking to the counter 
she faced the mirror and bent over slightly. 

"Okay, baby, do what you like to do to Mommy's butt."

Rick stood frozen. He was in shock, unable to act.

"Come on, honey, slide your cock into your favorite 
spot. Or don't you want to slip your cock between my 
ass cheeks?"

With a little cry, he lurched forward and laid his 
rigid hard-on against her the same as he had been doing 
every morning for a week. The slippery flesh allowed 
his member to slide easily into the crevice until he 
was all the way against her puckered hole. Jill groaned 
and Rick gasped for air as he began to hyperventilate. 
He quickly recovered and grasping his mother's hips he 
began a fucking motion up and down between the 
lubricated globes. He could feel the fluid building in 
his balls and suddenly after less than a dozen strokes 
it was rocketing up the tube.

"Mom, mom. Uhh, ohh, ohh, mom." The juice spewed from 
the end of his cock between Jill's hot slippery cheeks 
and up onto her back.

Jill's orgasm was so violent she almost fell. Unable to 
resist, she thrust her ass against his erupting rod. 
Rick continued to thrust up and down, fucking between 
her glorious ass cheeks. Finally he became too weak to 
maintain the movement and he stood unmoving with his 
cock buried between the inviting orbs.

"Oh, mom, that was, that was- ahh the greatest thing I 
ever felt."

Jill stood up and her son's cock slipped from its 
resting place. She faced her son. His cock was still 
half-hard and sticking out in front of him like a 
banner. It was all of seven inches long and bigger 
around than his father's by a considerable amount. Jill 
decided there was going to be a little more to the 
evening than she had originally planned.

"God, honey, you were really ready weren't you?" she 
said. "Well mommy was too. You made mommy cum, 
something I didn't expect to happen tonight." She 
walked across the room and putting the lid down she sat 
down on the toilet. 

"Come here, honey," she said beckoning with her hand.

Rick approached her, his cock leading the way. He was 
still in shock from the night's events and moved as 
though in a trance. He stopped in front of her. Rick 
watched in awe as Jill reached out and wrapped her 
fingers around his still firm cock. Immediately the 
blood rushed to his meaty tube and it turned to a hard 
pole of flesh. 

"You still needs to cum some more, doesn't he?" Jill 
began a slow movement of her hand up and down. Pausing 
at the top to tickle the little hole and rub the 
sensitive ridge around the head. Rick groaned; his eyes 
locked on to the exotic sight. Then she squeezed the 
hard mass and drove down to his balls as she cupped 
them with her free hand. Her hands were now coated with 
the slippery jelly from his cock and she began rapid 
strokes up and down the towering flesh. 

Rick thrust his hips forward as the speed of Jill's 
hands increased. Mother and son stared at the purple 
headed rod disappearing and emerging from the top of 
her fist. Both knew this was only the beginning of 
their sexual sessions. They had crossed the line, 
incest or not this was only the preliminary to their 
sexual play.

"Come on, baby, cum for mommy, shoot your juice for 
me."

"Can I touch your...your breasts?" he said.

Jill took the hand that had been caressing Rick's balls 
and raised the baby-doll top pulling the flimsy 
material over her head. Now she was fully exposed to 
her son. 

"Feel mommy's tits, honey, but just for a little bit, 
until you shoot."

Rick needed no urging, He took in her perfect size 
thirty-six c tits that he remembered from her bra size 
His hand hefted the nearest tit and tweaked the hard 
nipple, Jill sighed as his hot fingers pulled on the 
sensitive flesh. 

"Some night, I'll let you suck them. Would you like 
that?"

"Oh, God, mom, yes, I'd love to suck on you. Ohh, mom 
feeling your tits and talking like that is going to 
make me cum."

"Yeah, honey, cum, cum for mommy, shoot, baby."

"Mom, ohhhh, mom, mom, mom ohhhhh." The white ropes of 
cum spouted from the purple head Jill was pumping and 
rained down the front of her body. Her tits suddenly 
had white streaks across them. Even one nipple was 
dripping with her son's cum. Rick shot string after 
string of juice, as his mother jacked-off his hard 
meat. 

"Oh, honey, that's a lot for the second time. And 
you're still hard. I'll bet you could cum again if we 
tried. But I think that's enough for tonight. You said 
this was what you wanted, Well, baby, you've got it. 
You had better be prepared to keep this little game up. 
And during the day and especially at breakfast there 
will be nothing said or done that reveals what is 
happening, clear?"

"Oh, you bet, mom, that's clear. I wouldn't do anything 
to cause this to stop."

"Good." Jill stood up and started to walk from the 
room. Half way to the door, she stopped. "I know you 
are just dying to feel my pussy aren't you." When Rick 
nodded, She walked back to him and took his hand in 
hers, guiding it between her legs. She allowed him to 
take one swipe the length of her wet open channel. She 
guided his middle finger in a little bit so he could 
tell he was actually feeling her pussy opening, then 
pulled his hand back. 

"Now you know in your own mind that you have felt your 
mother's tits and pussy. That should give you enough 
masturbation ammunition to last during the times we 
can't get together." 

Jill kissed him on the mouth that was open with 
surprise. And, still naked, she left the bathroom and 
returned to her bed. Her husband lay snoring in almost 
the same spot he had been in when she left. She wiped 
her still wet hand on the sheets near her head. She 
would change them tomorrow, but right now she wanted to 
smell her son's juice. Before wiping the cum off her 
tits with a tissue she dipped one finger in the white 
streak and touched it to her tongue. She had never 
tasted cum before; she had never wanted to, now she 
wanted her son to shoot his load into her mouth. God, 
she was becoming a slut as well as an immoral, 
incestuous mother.

She smiled to herself as she heard her son being sick 
in the bathroom. He had just found out that the real 
thing was a lot more shattering than the fantasy. It 
was one thing to dream of having a sexual liaison with 
your mother; it was a lot different when it really 
happened. She wondered how he would feel when she let 
him fuck her.

***

Suddenly he'd grabbed her. His hands were mauling her 
bottom. His thigh was pressed into her groin. He was 
shoving her backwards. She tripped, and they fell on 
the carpet. He was shoving with his knee between her 
thighs. My god, he was trying to rape her. She would 
get hurt and he would never forgive himself. She shoved 
her hand down, grabbed his nuts through his trousers 
and squeezed hard. With her other hand she slapped his 
face.

"Stop it," she said, "Stop that. I'll do it, you can 
have it if you must, but not this way."

He went limp on her, slid off her. She cradled his head 
to her. "I understand. You're so pent up. So you 
explode. I'll give you what you want. Better than 
living as you were. I'll try to help you through."

They were strangely, unexpectedly together. She must 
move things on but not break the spell. She lay on one 
side, raising one knee, and took his hand and put it 
softly on her crotch.

"There it is," she said, "Feel it. You can have it. Get 
used to it. It's all right."

He rubbed her timidly. She was wearing plain black 
satin pants - he could not see them from where he was, 
but she liked the idea that they would feel sort of 
shiny.

She held his head. She was touched by his need. And 
surprised at his power when he had launched himself on 
her - he was potentially a real bull, not the familiar 
wimp at all. He just needed to learn how to feed all 
that smothered energy into his life. And - she liked 
the feel of her own power. She had him - she could do 
what she wanted with him.

She stroked his cock gently through his trousers. It 
swelled to half erect. She pulled down his zip, fumbled 
around in his pants, got his cock out. Ah, the feel of 
it again, warm and fat and swollen. She loved it. She 
had pretty much forgotten how much she loved it - raw 
bare cock, swelling under her fingers.

She started to clamber to her feet, keeping a firm grip 
on his cock. He rose behind her. Firmly, she led him 
into her bedroom. Like a bull with a ring through its 
nose!

She let go of him by her double bed, threw the duvet 
away on the floor, hurled herself flat in the middle of 
the bed. She dragged couple of pillows from behind her, 
pulled up her skirt, and tucked them under her bottom. 
Then she drew up her knees to near her shoulders and 
parted them. She was displayed to him, bottom raised, 
thighs open, black pants tight over her cunt. She 
tucked the sides of the pants down the sides, so that 
the shape of her cunt was on show for him.

"Take your shoes and trousers and pants off," she said. 
Standing by the bed, he did so. "Tuck your shirt into 
your vest."

He did that too. She liked that - his bare thighs, his 
cock sticking up, and then his shirt and vest still on. 
A bit absurd, and also sexy - she liked it, him doing 
as he was told, so desperate for it.

"Kneel on the bed and look at me," she said.

He knelt in front of her, looking down at her spread 
thighs and her crotch. She started to stroke the pouch 
of her pants softly.

"Look," she said, "When I push my fingers down the 
sides, how fat my lips are. Look. Now stroke yourself."

He started to stroke his cock, and it responded, got 
fully erect. She loved it, that straining head, full of 
blood, as if aching to shoot its sperm into her. 
However, she was in no hurry, and if he was that was 
too bad. Some people thought sex was just about having 
it, about orgasms, but for her sex was about sexual 
excitement, and she liked that intense and prolonged. 
Orgasm was lovely, but loveliest when she had got 
really high. He would learn the same. This was not one 
of his quick wanks. And looking at him staring with 
such absorption at her crotch while she stroked the 
black satin, she felt he was really of the same mind, 
would soon learn.

"You feel it," she said. He put a hand over it. "Hold 
it," she said, "It's not just a hole. Hold it, that's 
the lips, lovely and fat."

He clasped her cunt, felt down the sides of it, and 
squeezed it from the base. Then - and here she began to 
realize how much they might have in common - rather 
than pulling her pants aside or anything obvious, he 
started to scratch the black satin with his nails, 
scoring them down over her hips till they swelled and 
thrilled.

"Now watch how to open it and get it ready," she said.

She pulled at one side of her pants to bare her cunt. 
He was totally concentrated on it.

"Look," she said, "I slip my finger in at the bottom, 
where the lips open most easily. Then I run it round 
and round - look - my vagina and just outside it 
because that's where the juice is and if I press with 
my finger and I'm excited then the juice flows and I 
get nice and wet for you to fuck me. But I have to be 
excited. It's no good just trying to do it physically. 
And I'm excited now because I can see you are excited 
and that turns me on, you staring at my cunt, and 
stroking your cock and the way it's trembling and 
straining, that's what excites me, your response. Now - 
take my pants off".

Breathing seriously, he took hold of the top of her 
pants under her bottom, which she raised, and drew them 
slowly down over her bottom then her legs, which she 
held high in the air so he could get them off and chuck 
them aside.

He stared. She was open and all on show. She loved his 
fascination. A woman on the verge of middle age - her 
bum and her cunt might not be everyone's ideal. But he 
was transfixed.

"Touch me like I touched myself," she said.

He made a creditable shot at it - tentative, but 
stroking around the entrance, getting the juice to 
flow, then just touching her clit. She wanted to drive 
him further.

"Do you know what's nice when you're finger is good and 
wet? Mix feeling my cunt with feeling around my bottom. 
But only when your finger's wet - otherwise it rasps.

He duly got it wet, put it on her anus and wriggled 
around, thrusting it in a bit. She felt so exposed to 
him - her anus, her most private part, her little hole, 
and him feeling around it, pushing into it, staring at 
it with every indication of pleasure.

"Now slip your cock up the lips of my cunt," she said, 
"So that it rubs my clit."

Again, he did well for a novice. He glided between her 
lips, now wet to receive him. Her clit loved the soft 
bump of his cock when he hit it. She looked at the head 
and eye of his cock piecing the coiled black hair of 
her mound.

"Now," she said, "I want what I didn't get the first 
time. I want your spunk inside my cunt."

She reached down, got her fingers on his cock, and 
found the entrance to her vagina for him. Then, having 
lodged him, she lay back to let him get on with it. He 
would almost certainly come too fast for her, but that 
did not bother her - she would be sure she got her 
share later. He pressed slowly in till his cock was in 
her up to the hilt. Her vagina shortened by having her 
knees up by her shoulders, she could feel the head of 
his cock on her cervix.

The bull in him took over. He threw his arms behind her 
knees, shoved them up to her shoulders, split her 
thighs so wide apart it hurt, and attacked her with his 
cock, banging into her cunt with such force, his face 
angry and concentrated, fucking her. There was no way 
she could stop him, and anyway she did not want to. She 
surrendered, she wanted to surrender, to his force, 
doing all he must have wanted to do when he almost 
raped her, but now she was ready for him, wet and open 
and spread wide and bent back, taking his cock deep 
into her at each thrust, thrilled as he struck her 
cervix.

And, Oh, she felt it inside her, the flow of his sperm, 
bursting out of him, hitting the top of her vagina, it 
was lovely, his sperm in her, the feel of it, the 
warmth and the sudden different feel, the gluey slide 
of his cock as she milked him and he slowed and lay on 
her.

She lowered her knees, which was a relief, and he lay 
on her and in her, head in her shoulder, panting.

"There," she said, "That was lovely, you did it 
beautifully."

She turned her head, kissed him on the mouth, and 
released him again.
Of course she wanted more, not having come, but she had 
better let him recover himself a bit. His cock shrank 
away. He withdrew and lay beside her.

What to do with him next? Amusing line of thought.

She could get him to fuck her in some other position, a 
bit more slowly this time. But - that lacked daring, 
excitement. She laid, musing on various bright ideas 
while he appeared to be asleep or at least inactive.

Eventually he stirred. Nuzzled up to her. Kissed her. 

"Turn on your front," she said.

Obediently he did. She crept down, opened his legs, and 
knelt between them. She could see his balls, pressed 
back behind his bum. She opened the cheeks of his 
bottom. His crack was hairy, masculine, his arse hole 
dark and wrinkled. She bent, started to tongue it. It 
smelt - not exactly shitty, but fusty, not surprisingly 
as he had been out and about. She liked that though, 
the animal quality of it. And ran the tip of her tongue 
around, inside his bottom then round the rim and the 
wrinkles. He moaned.

She reached under him with one hand to get hold of his 
cock. He got the idea, raised his bottom so that she 
could get the hand round him. She squeezed - did not 
rub. Firm squeezes as she licked. And his cock revived, 
grew stiff.

She wasn't going to waste this new load of spunk on her 
hand or the sheet, though. When he was thoroughly 
aroused, dying to come again she was sure.

"Get up by the bed," she said "Watch."

He struggled to his feet. She grabbed a tube of KY 
jelly from her side table, knelt on the bed with her 
skirt up and her bottom out over the edge and her head 
right down on the sheets, got some cream on a finger, 
pushed her hand up through her legs, and started to 
cream her anus

He stood behind and watched. Stroking him, keeping his 
cock hard. 
He moved to beside the bed, and she put the jelly on 
the head of his cock - enjoyable, feeling it go all 
soft.

"You know very well what you have to do," she said, 
nuzzling her head down into the sheets so as to 
emphasize the way her bum was thrust up at him, and 
parting her knees so that he could see her cunt between 
her legs and get his cock up her arse more easily. She 
shut her eyes. Then felt his cock feeling about in the 
crack of her arse, feeling its way at the entrance. He 
was inside the first, easy bit and pointed in the right 
direction, but was he hard enough to get through? 
Suddenly she parted for him and he was through. Sliding 
slowly right into her! Till his stomach hit her bottom 
and his balls her cunt. He slid out, then in again.

She didn't find the sensation directly so erotic. But 
that wasn't the point. She loved the idea of it - 
leading him on, his cock up her bottom. She started to 
rub her clit, which was excited. He was running in and 
out of the entrance, quite painful for her as he 
continued, but he must need it for the sensation. She 
rubbed. Oh, her clit was swollen, loving it.

"Come on," she said, "Fuck it, I want you to come, I 
want your spunk up my bum, right inside me, I'm going 
to come, my clit, my arse." For, all of a sudden, her 
anus was enjoying it, just at the entrance, a weird 
feel but thrilling too. And was working along with her 
clit as if they were one and the same. 

And he came - she could feel it, all liquid inside her. 
At once, thrilled by that, rubbing furiously, she came, 
panting. And knelt there while he stayed in her, her 
bum thrust up to meet him and for him to look at it. 
Till he softened, and shrank out of her.

"Watch," she said, "Look." She would make him face it. 
Cruel in a way, but let him learn to be gross as well 
as gentle. "Look". She parted the cheeks of her bottom, 
and could feel his sperm leaking from her, down from 
her anus towards her cunt, not too mixed up with other 
matter she hoped, but what the hell.

He grabbed some tissues out of the box on her bedside 
table and wiped her bum with it. They collapsed on the 
bed together again. She was so sweaty and sticky and 
spunked and reamed and drilled - her clit and both 
holes throbbing in reminiscence - she loved it.

After a while she moved.

"Where are you going," he asked 

"Just to the bathroom - I'll be back."

She went in, shut the door, and sat down. The door 
opened and he was inside. She had not bothered to lock 
it.

"What are you doing?" she asked, "Do you need to go? I 
can wait."

He stood in front of her, looming over her.

"Piss," he said.

"What?"

"Piss. You were going to piss. Now - piss."

"I'm not into that." Which she wasn't, and never had 
been. Not that it shocked her particularly, but it 
didn't appeal to her, she couldn't see the point of it.

"I've done everything you wanted."

That was true. And this was him declaring himself for 
once.

"I don't know if I can," she said - she was inhibited 
now.

He turned on a tap in the sink. Unexpected practical 
touch.

"Now you can," he said.

And she could. Her pee poured out of her thick and fast 
and it’s splashing mixed with the sound of the running 
tap. He was down on his knees, staring at her wet open 
pissing cunt. Then he had a hand between her legs, just 
under her cunt, cupping a little of her pee. He licked 
her pee off his hand, just as she remembered licking 
his sperm off hers that first time. How could he do it? 
Why did he want to? Well, no accounting for tastes and 
he had a right to his. She finished peeing, wiped her 
cunt with toilet paper, he watching intently the while.

He turned off the tap. "Kneel here," he said, and 
pointed to the floor.

"What on earth for?" Did he want a blow job?

"Kneel - it's my turn."

Fair enough, and a good development in him, whether she 
was in the mood to kneel or not, which in fact she was 
not! Still. She knelt, while he - still naked below the 
waist and with his shirt more or less tucked into his 
vest - put his cock in her mouth. A blow job - well, no 
hardship.

But suddenly her mouth flooded. He was pissing into 
her. Warm, sharp, acid, flooding. She started to pull 
back, but he grabbed her head, forced her onto him, 
much stronger than her. Pee flooded out of her mouth. 
But she swallowed some too. She was getting excited. 
She pulled at his cock, swallowed his piss. Till the 
flow abated. He took his cock out. A drop appeared at 
its tip, fell, and was replaced by another. She put out 
her tongue, collected the drops on it, licked his tip 
when they stopped, took her tongue into her mouth and 
smiled up at him as she savoured the taste. And there 
she was, her clothes all wet with piss, and the place 
stinking of it.

"Get your clothes off," he said.

Half in obedience and half from common sense she did, 
and chucked them on the floor. She was suddenly shy. 
Would her mature body put him off, naked in the bright 
bathroom light like this? He stripped as well - a good 
body, surprisingly for a layabout.

He went to the shower in the bath, turned it on, and 
pulled her over to it. They got in. There was a bar of 
soap on the side of the bath and another in the sink, 
which he got. He lathered his hands, started to soap 
her, her shoulders, and then her breasts. She lathered 
her hands, soaped him likewise. The water gleamed on 
their bodies. Tenderly she soaped his balls, washed the 
crack of his bottom. Carefully he washed her cunt, and 
her anus so recently dripping with his sperm. Kneeling 
they washed each others legs, feet. She got the shampoo 
and they washed each other's hair, rubbing and 
caressing it.

They got out. She fetched warm dry towels from the 
airing cupboard. They dried each other, carefully and 
tenderly.

Naked, dry, they stood. He took her in his arms. "Oh, 
mother," he said. They kissed, fondly, gently.

Her butt jiggled slightly as she leaned into the mirror 
applying her makeup. 

"Don't even think about it," she said as studiously 
applied eyeliner.

He could see the soft shadow of her nipples under her 
lacy white brassiere.

He held her from behind and kissed the back of her 
neck. He pushed his pelvis against her, feeling her 
soft rounded ass under the slikly half-slip against his 
cock.

"I said 'No.'"

"Take off the slip and panties." His cock poked out of 
his pajamas and rested against the coolness of her 
slip.

"No. I'm late for work as it is." She went back to 
applying the eyeliner but he pulled at her arm.

"Hey!"

"It won't take long." he whispered close to her ear as 
he brought his arm upward against the bottom of her 
bra.

She slapped at his hand. "I said 'No' and I mean it."

"You didn't say that last night, Mom" he said with a 
grin.

She winced slightly, and turned around. The eyes were a 
deep blue like a sea before a gale. Her face was 
flushed.

"Look. This has got to stop. This is sick. It's gone 
too far..."

"Rick... It's my... fault." she said with moist eyes. 
She took his hand in both of her. "I should have never 
let this start..."

She squeezed his hand. "This thing between..." she 
lower her voice. "...us has to stop."

"You know you want to, Mom." 

"Rick... please." She turned around and picked up her 
eyeliner brush. "We'll have a long talk after work, 
OK?" she said dismissively.

He felt a hot flush of anger and reached for the back 
of his mother's waistband.

"I *told* you 'No'" said she in that familiar scolding 
mother-tone from childhood.

"Take it off, Mom...now."

"I said..."

"Take it off, Mom, or I swear to God I'll rip it off."

"Rick..." she said in a broken voice.

"You're getting me upset, Mom."

"OK..."

She started to turn, but he forced her back to face the 
mirror with a suddenness that scared both of them.

She looked at him with big doe eyes from the mirror.

"Take it off, Mom. You know it's what you want -- what 
both of us want."

She reached behind her back.

"Leave the bra on. Remove the rest."

Her eyes widened. She watched him as she pealed down 
her slip and panties together to the floor.

She leaned against the sink, raising her big fleshy ass 
provocatively at him. She looked at him in the mirror 
and bit her bottom lip.

"You're wet. Aren't you, Mom?"

"Should I check?" he said as he pulled at the snap on 
his pajama bottom.

With amusement he saw her spread her legs slightly, 
maybe unconsciously awaiting his probe.

He reached between her legs and pushed two fingers 
inside his mother. They slid in easily.

"You're a slut, Mom." He said as he pushed another 
finger into her.

"You know you wanted this." He pulled his hand back and 
forth, penetrating deeper each time.

"Ahhhh..." she moaned as he let his finger rub against 
her clit.

"You're a hot... fucking bitch-mother," he heard 
himself whisper hoarsely. His cock pressed against the 
crack of his mother's bare bottom. She inhaled sharply 
as he balled up his whole fist inside his mother.

He felt her push backwards, forcing her ass against his 
cock.

After several hard strokes he pulled his fist out of 
his mother. She looked back at his with pleading eyes. 
"Do you want me to stop, Mom." She leaned forward and 
pushed her bottom against his cock. "Do you want me to 
stop, Mom."

"Please." Her hands drifted downward between her legs 
but he slapped them aside.

"Tell me."

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. "Tell me, 
Mom."

"I-I... want you."

He pinched her right buttock hard.

"Oww..."

"What do you want, Mom?"

"fuck..." She tried to turn around but he forced her in 
place.

"Hand me the hairbrush."

"Please. Let's just do..."

"Goddamnit, Mom. I'm losing my patience." He took a 
wadeful of his mother's fleshy ass and squeezed 
roughly.

"*This* belongs to me, Mom." He squeezed her butt hard.

"Hand me the brush. You're beyond playing coy, Mother."

"Please... I'll let you do my butt." She leaned back 
against him, causing her rounded bottom to push against 
his angry red cock.

"Please ..." He met her pleading eyes in the mirror. It 
would have been so easy to give into her. But he had 
spent a whole lifetime of giving into her.

"The brush, Mom." He could have, of course, reached for 
the brush himself. But the act of surrender - the 
submission - was important.

She started to say something, but stopped herself and 
reached for the hairbrush. Their fingers intertwined as 
she passed the brush backwards to him.

She bit down on her bottom lip. His mother's eyes were 
wide with fear and anticipation. 

He held her by the shoulders from behind and stared 
into their image in the mirror. Mother and son! Lovers 
bound forever together. Her bra was barely big enough 
to contain her heavy breasts. The bra emphasized rather 
than hid her attributes. He let his hand trail along 
her flesh down to his mother's bare butt. He grabbed a 
handful of her fleshy ass and squeezed hard.

"Oww..." she protested. But she didn't attempt to 
squirm away.

Tears welled in her eyes. She bit down on her lower 
lip. He could have taken her just then and made tender 
love to this beautiful sexy creature who brought him 
life. It would have been so easy. But few things in 
life were so easy.

He switched the hairbrush to his right hand and held it 
up so she could see it in the mirror.

"You want this, Mom?" he said more as a statement than 
a question.

"Please..." she said in a low whimper.

"You know you need it. We need it." 

"No... We can do anything... you can do what you 
want... but not like this."

"Tell me you don't want this..." He slipped three 
fingers quickly up her pussy. His fingers slid into her 
effortlessly.

"ahhhh..."

"Tell me, mom, that this is what you always wanted..."

"I...I...don't want ...be hurt..."

With his fingers still inside of her he stuck his thumb 
into his mom's anus.

"Oh..." She started bucking her hips rhythmically. Her 
motion caused his thumb to penetrate deeper into his 
mother's ass.

He felt his mother's sphincter close tightly on his 
thumb and then open again. Open and close with a 
maddening rhythm. He met her eyes in the mirror. Eager. 
Daring him to take her. Take her sweet, tight anus. 
Plunder its depths.

He summoned up some willpower from deep within him and 
withdrew his thumb. Her face was slack. She opened her 
eyes at her sudden emptiness.

"Do it. Come on, sweetie. Take momma's butt." Jill 
raised her bare ass provocative to her son.

"Fuck my ass. You know you... Owww..."

His mom's big fleshy butt juggled delightedly as he 
slapped his mother on her right cheek, leaving a pink 
welt on her soft white padding.

"Please! No!" 

Her eyes were wide with tears, her knuckles were white 
as she held tightly to the ends of her dressing table 
with her bare ass still presenting like an offering to 
her son.

"W--we can just make love... like we used to. N-not 
like this."

"Ohhh..." "Tell me to stop." His mother's right buttock 
was now a bright red that made Rick wince involuntarily 
as she quivered at this anticipation of his next blow.

He switched hands and lands a hard smack on her 
unblemished left buttock. He slapped her much harder 
than he had planned as she fell face forward against 
the dressing table, causing a bottle of perfume to 
fall. The overwhelming flowery smell assaulted his 
senses as the delicate bottle shattered on the tile 
floor.

His mother whimpered as she her head laid limp among 
the now-scattered makeup containers on her dressing 
table. Her butt jiggled in pain (or was it something 
else? he thought to himself he guiltily pushed that 
thought from his mind). Her left butt cheek was now 
branded with the red imprint of his hand which stood 
out in angry contrast to the soft white roundness of 
her buttock.

"Mom...?" He bent forward and reached for her 
shoulders. She shook at his touch. The bare flesh was 
hot and clammy.

"Mom... Are you alright?" He gently raised her from the 
dressing table. He felt a flash of shame as his cock, 
still erect, made contact with the crack of his 
mother's bare butt.

"Mom?" Her eyes were glassy, her mouth hung agape. He 
noticed her nipples were tightly crinkled against her 
lacy bra.

"I'm so... so sorry. I wouldn't do anything to... you 
know... really hurt you."

"Ahhh!" He jumped as he suddenly felt her fingers at 
his crotch. He looked in the mirror and saw her stare 
back at him as she reached for him between her spread 
legs. She opened the snap of his pajama bottom with a 
click as her hand grasped his hardness in her palm.

"You bastard." she hissed under her breath while her 
fingers stroked his cock.

"Oh, God... Mom!" he stammered as his mother continued 
by pulled roughly, possessively on his cock. He was 
ready to explode.

"Don't you dare cum yet, motherfucker," she grunted as 
she guided his cock between her cheeks to her tight 
rosebud. She pushed her hips backwards against him. His 
cock entered his mother's butt and easily slid past her 
anal sphincter.

He felt sweat dripping down his forehead as she rocked 
her hips against him.

He could hear himself loudly inhale as his cock slid 
deeper in his mom's tight, hot butt.

"You're an asshole, you know, Rick."

He thought of making of joke of the irony of being 
called an asshole by someone while actually fucking 
that person's asshole. But only grunts came out of his 
mouth as he continued to plow his mother's butt.

"I... l-love you... Mom." he blurted out as he came in 
his mother's anus. His head was swimming as he 
continued to spasm almost painfully, pumping his semen 
into her butt.

"I love you, too, Honey." she said sweetly. 

"But you're still an asshole, Rick," she smiled at him 
in the mirror with a hint of amusement. "And... a 
mother-fucker." He grunted with surprise as he felt her 
anal ring tighten down on his now-deflated dick.

"I can't... not this soon, Mom."

"Sure you can." she replied as she alternately 
tightened and loosened her sphincter against his cock.

"Ahhh..." he heard a moan and discovered it was from 
his own throat.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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