Sex Ahead 1

Chapter 1

It was past eleven and if a stranger had been in Tuttleville that
evening he would have assumed that most of the people who lived there
went to bed with the chickens. He would have been right, even if they
didn't go right to sl**p after they got into bed.

Maple Street, which was in one of the town's nicer residential areas,
was in darkness, except for the lights that glowed in several upstairs
windows. At number 212 which was the Baker residence, a light shined in
the upstairs' window that was Mrs. Baker's bedroom. Inside, Dorothy
Baker was giggling instead of sl**ping. She couldn't help giggling when
she was being tickled, and right now she was giggling uncontrollably.

"Oh Mark, stop!" she gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Please, no
more . . . don't."

She was naked and face down on the bed, her head and shoulders resting
on the mattress, her beautiful blonde hair in disarray. But she was on
her knees, so that her rear end was sticking up in the air. Pressed up
close behind her, Mark was sitting between her calves, his legs
stretched out on either side of her. He had a firm loving grip on her
smooth satiny buns with his face thrust from time to time, into the
groove between the round fleshy globes of her ass.

"No more now," said Dorothy. "Take it easy."

"I thought you liked analingus, Mom," said Mark with a laugh.

"My, what a fancy name for running your tongue up and down the crack of
your mother's bum, and kissing and licking all over and around her
butthole," Dorothy replied, breathing heavily. "You know I like it, or
I wouldn't be letting you do it. My God, if our neighbors could see us
like this. You'd think that doing naughty things with my son is
something I'd be used to by now."

"Gosh, Mom, I thought I'd found all your ticklish spots. I never knew
about this one before."

"Well you know about it now. Gimme a break."

"How come I've never found this ticklish spot before, Mom?" asked Mark.
"It doesn't bother you when I put my prick up your bumhole. And I've
been fucking you in the ass for the past two years. Since -"

"Your eighteenth birthday," Dorothy cut in. "It was your present. I
knew you wanted that."

"Yeah," said Mark with a laugh. "Dad had to catch a plane right after
supper, and I slept with you that night."

"Like hell you slept with me," said Dorothy. "You didn't sl**p at all.
But you did lots of other things, you bad boy. I let you get into bed
with me because I was lonely there by myself. I expected you to be a
gentleman and behave yourself. I should have never let you cuddle me in
your arms when you kissed me goodnight. What a shock it was, after,
when I realized you wanted to fuck your mother."

Mark laughed. "Who do you think you're k**ding, Mom? Do you think I
didn't know what you wanted, when you let me get into bed with you?
You'd been thinking about that for a long time. You even said that
there was nothing wrong with a boy sl**ping with his mother, as long as
Dad never found out about it. Then when Dad went out of town on that
business trip, you told me that was our chance to do it."

A sly smile spread across Dorothy's face. "Isn't that typical? Blame it
on your mother, pretend it was all my idea. What did you expect me to
do, after you got me all hot and excited? Push you out of bed and make
you go back to your own room?"

"What I expected was just what you did. What we did."

"What you did," Dorothy corrected. "Then in the wee hours of the
morning, when you had me so pooped out I couldn't do anything about it,
you put your thing up my rear end."

"You suggested it, Mom. You said that was my special birthday present,
from a loving mother to her son."

Dorothy laughed. "If you say so. Anyway, you've been fascinated with
your mother's bum ever since."

"So how come I never discovered this ticklish spot until now?"

"Because it's only recently that you started kissing and licking me
back there. Running your tongue up and down the crack like you do, you
were bound to slide your tongue over it sooner or later."

"You mean I can't kiss and lick you back here anymore?"

"Heavens, don't even suggest such a terrible thought, darling. I like
it when you kiss my asshole and lick all over and around it. And I like
it when you run your tongue up and down my crack. Just be careful to
avoid my ticklish spot, that's all."

"Okay, Mom. I'll be careful," Mark promised.

Sitting as he was, his long stiff erection was sticking out in front of
him and almost poking his mother in the belly. It reached nearly to her
tits. Suddenly her hand reached under her and seized it in a firm grip.

"You better believe you'll be careful," she said with a gleeful laugh.
"If you touch my ticklish spot again, I'll pull this thing out by the

"Wow! Be careful how you handle that, Mom. It's fully charged," Mark
warned her.

But in spite of the warning, the inevitable happened. Mark ran his
tongue up and down the crack of his mother's ass and slid right over
her sensitive ticklish spot. His mother let out a piercing shriek and
pulled on his cock. Mark shot off his load and a torrent of come
spurted out beneath her.

"Now look what you've done," she scolded. "You've got your hot gooey
stuff all over my belly and my tits, even up under my chin, for
heaven's sake."

"Sorry, Mom," Mark panted. "You know how I love the feel of your
fingers on my cock. And when you pulled on it like that, while my mouth
was in the crack of your ass, it just felt so good."

Dorothy rolled over and slid off the bed. "Well just for that, you can
clean it off. Come on. You're taking a shower with me."

That didn't offend her son in the least. He scrambled to his feet,
followed her into the bathroom and into the shower stall. As soon as
his mother had her shower cap on, so she wouldn't get her hair wet and
spend the rest of the night drying it, Mark turned on the water and
adjusted it to a comfortable degree of warmth.

"I think you did that on purpose, just so you could take the soap and
run your hands all over me," his mother accused.

She really had no cause to complain that he took so much time soaping
her tits, her cunt and the crack of her ass, because she then in turn,
spent just as much time working a thick lather all over his cock and
his balls.

"Do you think Dad ever wonders if we take showers together, Mom?" Mark
said, teasing her.

"Funny boy!" Dorothy replied, pulling his foreskin back so she could
wash around the head of his cock. "If your father even suspected you
were getting into the shower with your mother, he'd throw you out of
the house and divorce me!"

"That might not be such a bad idea," said Mark. "The divorce, I mean.
Then I could get into bed with you every night, instead of just when
Dad is out of town on business. And when we fuck in the afternoon, we
wouldn't have to worry about him coming home early and catching us
doing it."

"There's small chance I'll ever divorce your father," Dorothy told him,
working a thick lather around his balls. "One of the few things I
appreciate about your father is that he provides us with a very good
income which enables us to live quite comfortably and allows you to
stay home with your mother and fuck her everyday, instead of having to
get a job. All things considered, we have a good thing going here, and
I don't even mind too much that your father has a hot thing going with
that secretary of his."

"Yeah, Dad sure can pick 'em," said Mark. "That young cunt of a
secretary is sure something. But that hot looking piece of ass has a
husband who's built like a Mack truck and if he ever finds out his sexy
young wife is being screwed at the office every day by her boss, Dad is
going to come home someday with his head shoved up his ass."

"That's his problem, not ours," said Dorothy. "What we have to be
concerned about is that he never finds out his horny son is screwing
his mother whenever he's alone with her. And pray that he never finds
out you're putting your thing up your mother's rear end. That would
really drive him up the wall. He thinks anal sex is perverted, depraved
and sick."

Mark grinned at her. "Maybe it is, but it sure feels good." Pressing up
against her and holding her firmly by her hips, he added, "I know
something else that's perverted, depraved and sick."

"You do? Whatever could that be?" asked Dorothy, going along with him.

"Fucking my mother standing up, in the shower!"

With a little laugh, Dorothy replied, "You can't do that as easy as you
could two years ago, when we were the same height. You're getting too
tall. Doesn't it bother you when you have to keep your knees bent like

"This is what bothers me, Mom," he said, rubbing the head of his tool
along the lips of her pussy. "It bothers me so much that I can't stay
away from it."

Then his prick went up into her and Dorothy let out a little squeal of
delight. Her arms entwined about his neck as he went up in deeper and
while she made little mewling sounds of pleasure, his hands reached
around behind her and took a firm hold on her ass. When he was in right
to his balls, Dorothy was up on her tip-toes and even then it appeared
that he might lift her up from the floor. Her son had a strong prick,
strong enough that she could be impaled on it. Her open mouth pressed
onto his in a lewd and erotic kiss. Her tongue shot in past his lips.
When his tongue came out to meet it, she sucked on it, like her pussy
was sucking on his solid length of cock, as if she was trying to pull
him into her from both ends.

Because her son was pushing against her and had her braced against the
wall, and because he had a firm hold on both globes of her butt,
Dorothy was able to lift one leg and wrap it around him. That was
followed by the other one and she locked her ankles behind his back.
Supporting some of her weight with her arms about his neck, she hung on
her son's frame like a monkey climbing a palm tree. Mark moved one hand
on her butt just enough that he could get a finger all the way up her
ass. Now he had his mother almost crazy with lust and passion.

Her ass churned around in his strong grip, moving up and down on his
cock. She kissed his face, neck and shoulders, panted and gasped, and
babbled incoherently. She was sailing through an orgasm, one that
tickled her in all her intimate parts. It was intense, like it always
was when she did it with her son in this position. It didn't stop here.
Moments later he brought her through a second time, then after that,
just as she was getting off a third time, he shot off his load. Dorothy
squealed, shrieked and even laughed, which always convinced Mark that
his mother loved it when he fucked her standing up.

"You want me to put you down?" he panted sometime later.

"No!" Dorothy replied, still breathless. "Do it to me again. Oh God,
you're fabulous! Wouldn't I love to see the look on your father's face,
if he could see us like this."

"If Dad were to stick his head in this shower stall right now and see
what we're doing, I'd go right down the drainhole," said Mark.

Dorothy laughed. "Shut up and fuck your mother. Oh God, you're
splitting me in two, but I love it!"

He did it to her a second time and when he was finally finished with
her, Dorothy was ready to let her feet back onto the floor of the
shower stall. They were both so hot and steamy, and smelling of sex,
they had to turn on the water and shower a second time.

A short while later they were back in the bedroom, drying each other
off. When they tossed the towels aside, Dorothy sat on the side of the
bed and smiled up at her son.

"You're awfully good to your mother, you know that?" she said. "You're
a hot and horny young stud who's cock never stays soft. And you're all
mine. You're mother's wonderful young man and she not only loves you
with a passion, she also loves your wonderful hard cock!"

She sat with her legs apart, her tits thrust forward with the stiffened
nipples like two big wondrous eyes staring at him. He grinned back at
her and moved between her legs, saying, "It's easy to be a stud when a
guy has a hot and sexy, gorgeous-looking mother like you to inspire

She reached out and wrapped the fingers of one hand around his stiffly
erect cock and started a slow jerking-off motion. Then she stopped,
leaned forward and gave it a loving kiss, right on the bulbous-shaped
head. The other hand came up and cupped his balls, while her mouth
slipped over the head and she began teasing it with her tongue and
sucking it.

Mark's breath caught in his throat as he realized his mother wasn't
just fooling around. She was going to suck his cock in earnest, which
meant that he was going to get one of her all out, no-holds-barred,
fabulous blow jobs. He knew what that was like from past experience and
as far as he was concerned, it was ten times better than anything he'd
ever had from anyone else.

Several girls at college had sucked his cock and two of the women
teachers there sucked him off quite frequently. And right here in his
neighborhood, several married women, two of them his mother's very
close friends, had sucked his cock. But his mother could put them all
to shame. Whenever she blew him, which was pretty often, he knew beyond
any doubt that he'd been worked over by the very best.

For her part, Dorothy was as thrilled with her son's cock as he was
with what she was doing with it. It always delighted her that no matter
if her son had fucked her five times or more and had her cunt swimming
in his juices, when she then sucked him off, his gushing charge would
hit the back of her throat like it was jet propelled.

Mark managed to hold off for all of five minutes, which was as long as
he could keep from succumbing to the delicious sensations his mother
was causing to dance around in his groin.

"Watch it, Mom!" he groaned. "You're going to get a mouthful!"

A mouthful was just what his mother was working so hard for, and she
got it. As she expected, a spurting torrent flooded her mouth and she
had to swallow frantically to keep from choking on it. She managed that
quite nicely and while her son looked like he might keel over at any
moment, her darting tongue expertly cleaned up his sagging cock.

She reached out her arms to him and said, "Maybe you'd better sit down,
before you fall down!"

To which he replied, "I'll kneel down instead. I'm going to do you

With that he went down on his knees between her legs, much to his
mother's delight. He kissed her belly, then moved his lips down. He
kissed all around her cunt, running his lips through her pussy hair,
then along one leg and up the other. His mother fell back onto the bed,
spreading her legs wide and exposing her cunt fully to her son. Her
hands reached out, grabbed ahold of his hair that was as blonde as
hers, and pulled him tightly to her twat. Groaning with pleasure she
brought her legs up over his shoulders and trapped him there.

"Oh darling," she cooed. "I love it when you eat me."

She had good reason to love it. He had gone this route with her
countless times before, proving to her time and time again how good he
was at devouring her cunt. He thrust his nose into it and that thrilled
her, because she knew he was inhaling her feminine scent. What woman
isn't thrilled to know that her man loves the smell of her cunt?
Dorothy knew that her son was delighted with hers. When he had his fill
of her heady scent, he went back to licking and kissing her legs.

His mother spread her legs farther still and with the hair drawn aside,
he could look in past her separated cunt-lips. It was a tantalizing
sight for any young man to see. Then there was no more fooling around.
He got right down to the business of kissing, licking and sucking his
mother's cunt and before long, he had her popping off every few

When he had her so that she was no longer sure whether she was here in
her bedroom or up on a cloud somewhere, he got to his feet and leaned
over her. Supporting his weight on his arms on either side of her, the
head of his cock came to her moist opening, touched it, and then began
burrowing its way in.

His mother took it with a sigh of delight, brought her legs up over his
back again, a motion that brought her clear off the bed and up to his
belly. Their mouths came together in a feverish kiss, while he was
feeling her jiggling tits with both hands.

In this awkward position her son was in, she found that she had to do
most of the work, which she was only too happy to do. She did it
fantastically well. Mark shot off his load at the same moment she
sailed into her climax, and he fell sideways onto the bed. She clung to
him, like she never wanted him to get away from her. Her leg was locked
about him so that his cock would stay in her, until it had been drained
of every last drop of his juices.

"Oh Mark," she cooed softly sometime later, as she lay snuggled in his
arms. "If other mothers knew how happy I am right now and how good I
feel, they'd all be getting into bed with their sons!"

"You think maybe they aren't?" Mark chuckled.

Surprised, she looked at him. "You're putting me on."

"Do you think you're the only mother who ever thought of letting her
son screw her?"

"Well . . ."

"This is a new age we're living in, Mom. Everybody is screwing
everybody else these days."

"What makes you think that?" Dorothy asked.

"Back at college the dean gets all the pussy he wants," said Mark. "The
girls are fucking the male teachers and the guys are fucking the women
teachers. Even the janitor has a cot set up behind the furnace, so he
can screw whatever hot pussy that finds its way there for a quickie
between classes. One girl told me that back home her mother caught her
in bed with her father and she was so jealous and made life so
unpleasant, she was glad to get back to college. Another girl told me
that she and her b*****r fucked each other for a whole year, before she
had to leave for college."

"My God!" Dorothy gasped.

"So what we're doing isn't so far out as you might have thought," said
Mark. "It's the most natural thing in the world for a boy to fuck his
mother, if she wants him to."

"That might be the way it is at college," Dorothy conceded. "But I'm
sure that's not the way it is here in Tuttleville."

"That's what you think," said Mark, grinning at her.

"You know somebody around here who's screwing his mother?" Dorothy

"Sure. Brian Overton. He's been screwing his mother even longer than
I've been making it with you."

His mother looked shocked. "I can't believe that of Mary Anne. She'd
never allow her son to take liberties like that."

Mark laughed. "Well, that's good. If she's got you and everyone else
fooled with that innocent, respectable look of hers, there's a good
chance you've got everyone fooled, too. You look just as respectable
and goody-goody as she does. Who would ever suspect that your son is
humping you, even getting his prick up your rear end, when Dad isn't

"How come you know about Brian and his mother?" Dorothy asked.

"Well, Brian and I are good buddies," said Mark. "And I went over to
see him one afternoon. I went up to the front door and pushed the bell
button but I guess it wasn't working. I could hear sounds in there, but
I didn't hear the doorbell. Well, instead of knocking, I looked in the
front window."

"Shame on you!" said Dorothy.

"Yeah, I don't know what made me do that," Mark agreed. "But what I saw
really made me flip."

"What did you see?" asked Dorothy eagerly.

Mark laughed. "See? It's terrible for me to peek in a window, but it's
all right for you to be curious about what I saw."

"Oh stop teasing me and tell me what you saw," said Dorothy

"I saw Brian and his mother," said Mark. "And they were both naked. I
couldn't believe it. They were on that thick white rug they have in
front of their couch in the living room. Brian was on his back and his
mother was above him, in the sixty-nine position. I couldn't see
Brian's face at that point, because he had it buried in his mother's
crotch. His arms were around her bare ass, pulling her down onto him.
And Mrs. Overton must have liked it, because she was wriggling her ass
around like crazy. But she was busy too. She was sprawled out on top of
him, those big tits of hers flattened against Brian's chest, and she
had his cock in her mouth. Boy, she was sucking on it like you wouldn't

"My God!" Dorothy gasped. "Mary Anne, of all people. I never would have
guessed it."

"It got better and better," said Mark. "I guess they brought each other
off, because they were wriggling, twisting and sliding all over that
rug. Then they finally broke apart and lay there panting and gasping."

"You'd think Mary Anne would be smart enough to draw the shades, if
she's going to carry on like that," said Dorothy. "My God, if word of
that ever got around, she'd be disgraced."

"Yeah," Mark agreed. "This town isn't ready for the news that a mother
sucks her son's cock, and that a guy eats his mother's pussy. I'm sure
glad you're careful about drawing the shades, when we're fooling around

"Or even up here," said Dorothy "I was getting dressed the other day
and I saw this man looking right in the window at me. He was doing
something on the roof of the house next door."

"Well watch out!" said Mark. "I don't want men looking at my mother
when she's naked."

Dorothy laughed. "Come on, tell me more about Mary Anne and her son."

"Well, for a long time they lay on that rug, cuddled up in each other's
arms, kissing and fondling each other like she was Brian's girlfriend,
instead of his mother. Mrs. Overton was playing with his cock and
pretty soon it stiffened right up. Then Brian climbed on top of her and
fucked her!"

"And you watched?"

"I watched the whole thing," Mark admitted. "They fucked three times
that afternoon, first him on top, then her on top of him. Then he did
it to her doggy fashion. Finally I thought it best to leave. I didn't
think they'd be at it much longer, because by then it was almost time
for Mr. Overton to pull into the driveway. I didn't want him catching
me on the front porch, staring into the living room window."

"A wise decision," Dorothy agreed.

"Well, seeing that made a big change in my life," Mark told his mother.
"That's how I was able to make it with you. I had the hots for you real
bad, Mom, but I didn't have the guts to try anything. Then after I
found out Brian was screwing his mother, I had the nerve to let you
know what I was thinking about."

Dorothy laughed. "I remember how you started sending out signals,
grabbing a feel of your mother's tits, patting me on the ass. I
couldn't believe it at first. Then I began to realize you wanted to go
to bed with me."

"Were you shocked, Mom?"

"I was shocked at myself," said Dorothy. "I was feeling hot and horny
for my own son. Then when it became clear that you felt the same way
about me, I began asking myself what would be so wrong with us going to
bed together, as long as your father never found out about it."

"So don't you think other mothers are thinking the same things about
their sons?" asked Mark.

"I suppose you're right. It doesn't seem logical that we're the only
one's doing it."

"Us and the Overtons," said Mark.

Dorothy laughed. "Right!"

Mark grinned at her. "This little town of Tuttleville might look like a
quiet place on the outside, but inside the houses, while the men are at
work, it might be a pretty swinging place."

Dorothy looked at her son and laughed. "It's a swinging place here in
the Baker residence right now, while your father is out of town."

It was almost midnight when Brian Overton felt a hand on his cock. Then
the fingers gently fondled and caressed it, which caused it to spring
swiftly erect. There was nothing like the feel of a loving hand on his
prick to wake him up, he thought as he roused himself from sl**p and
smiled at his mother lying naked beside him.

Only that afternoon he had arrived home from college. His school year
was over and college was out for the summer. He hadn't seen his mother
since six weeks ago, when she flew up to his college town to visit him.
They got a room in a motel, where they fucked each other silly
throughout the entire weekend. He had looked forward to being home with
her ever since she got on the plane for her trip back. He promised
himself that as soon as he got home he would strip his mother's clothes
off, get her onto the bed and screw her so many times, both he and his
mother would be completely fucked out.

That was just about the way it happened. Their sex session began almost
as soon as he dropped his bags on the floor in the hallway and closed
the front door. His mother threw herself into his arms and while they
kissed, he had one hand on her ass and the other up under her dress,
feeling her cunt. Luck was really with him that day. His s****r was
away at camp, his father had left on a business trip that would keep
him out of town for over six weeks, and he had his mother all to

As soon as they were naked on the bed, he didn't try anything fancy. He
didn't eat her pussy for an hour, like he usually did before he fucked
her. And she didn't suck his cock, just gave it a warm loving kiss.
Then she lay back with her legs wide apart so he could mount her. It
hadn't taken long, because he wanted to fuck her so bad he was trigger-
happy. He shot off his load as soon as his prick was in her, but his
mother was right there with him, thrashing about beneath him and crying
out with the joyful sensations of her climax.

He couldn't believe she had gotten off that quickly and for some silly
reason, he got the idea she was faking it, so as not to make him feel
bad about not having brought her off. So he used his finger on her
afterward and kept kissing her and sucking on her delectable tits,
until he was convinced that her writhing and pitching in his embrace
meant she was really getting off. She couldn't get over his
consideration. His father, she told him, only worried about his own
fun. He didn't seem to care whether she got hers or not. It was her
son's consideration, which he showed in so many ways, that caused her
to want him to screw her in the first place, a little over two years
ago. That was when she conveniently ignored the fact that she was his
mother and used her womanly charms to lure him into bed with her, one
night when his s****r and his father weren't home.

That first time left her absolutely amazed. She couldn't believe anyone
could make her feel that good. Her son had fucked her far better than
his father, or anyone else, ever had. And from that day on, regardless
of the fact that she was his mother and he was her son, she considered
herself his woman and he was her man. During that first year while he
was a senior in high school, they fucked like two lovers on their
honeymoon, whenever they were alone together.

After his arrival home earlier that day, after their first fuck and
after he'd fingered her to another climax, Brian and his mother lay
together for the longest time, she with her legs wrapped about him and
her fingers running through his dark hair, while he buried his face in
the cleavage of her soft pillowy tits. After her hand reached for his
cock a little later on, she caressed it with her fingers and made it
obvious she wanted him to fuck her again.

The second time, to make it last longer, she had laid with her ass on a
pillow at the edge of the bed. She had her legs high and her feet
resting on her son's shoulders, and he moved up between her thighs and
pushed his prick into her, as he leaned over her. Being an awkward
position for him, it had taken longer than a more normal position would
have, but that pleased his mother all the more.

Mary Anne Overton was as thrilled with her son's cock as he was with
her hot pussy. Between kisses she whispered words of love and affection
and didn't hesitate in telling him how much she loved having his cock
in her, how she loved its enormous length, it's bigness, and enjoyed
the feeling of it sliding back and forth in her. She even liked the way
his big hairy balls touched and tickled her bumhole, when he had his
prick in her as far as it would go. And she liked being crushed, her
legs up over his shoulders, as they climaxed together and ended up
rolling all over the bed in a heated frenzy.

They had to rest after that one and he had fallen asl**p with his arms
around her ass and his face pushed in between her warm soft tits. Mary
Anne, with her legs about her son and her hands holding his head
tightly to her boobs, dropped off to sl**p, too.

But they weren't asl**p now. Mary Anne awakened and while she lay
comfortably beside her son, she began playing with his cock. Soon she
felt it stiffen and then she discovered his eyes were open and he was
smiling at her.

"I didn't mean to waken you, darling," she said in a soft sensuous
voice. "It's just that I find it very difficult to keep my hands off
your cock, after you've been so good to me and used it so beautifully.
You go back to sl**p now, dear. You must be exhausted, after all the
naughty things you've been doing to your mother."

Brian grinned at her as his cock stiffened in her hand. "It's too late
now, Mom. You think I can go back to sl**p now, with this boner?"

Playfully she ran her hand through his hair that was as dark as hers,
and kissed him. "You aren't going to be mean to your mother and make
her take care of this erection all over again, are you?" she teased.

"You're the reason it gets hard all the time, so you're the one who
should soothe and comfort it," Brian said firmly.

She pressed her big soft tits up against his chest. Their mouths came
together and she wriggled her warm pussy up against his now solid cock.
She raised one leg and brought it up over him and when she did that,
the head of his prick touched her open cunt and began pushing its way
up into her. She wriggled and squirmed against him until she had his
entire shaft up in her. Then using lewd and lascivious words to express
her feelings, feelings a mother shouldn't have had for her son, she
told him again, as she had many times before, how much she loved being
fucked by her own adorable son.

He began fucking her slow and easy, the way his mother liked it most of
the time. At other times she liked it hard and fast, and almost
violent. But right now she liked the slow steady pace, moving in
harmony with his prick sliding back and forth inside her.

Lying on her side facing him, pressed up tightly against him with his
shaft up in her, she covered his face, neck and shoulder with loving
kisses. He moved her shoulder back a little so he could get his hand
onto one of her beautiful tits. He began rubbing it gently, tickling
the stiffened nipple with his fingers. Moving his mouth close to it, he
pushed her tit up and started licking and kissing it. When he sucked on
her nipple, his mother was fit to be tied. If she could have taken his
prick in any deeper, she would have. Her hot pussy, with his cock
imbedded in it, pushed hard against his groin. She moaned a little and
caressed his head with her hands.

He rolled her over onto her back, keeping his cock in her to the hilt
and moved his mouth so that he could give her other tit equal time and
attention. His mother groaned again and brought her legs up around his
back. His balls rested in the crack of her ass and he thought for a
moment she was trying to take them in too, the way she was wriggling
her round shapely ass.

When she pulled his head up, which caused her tit to flop down again,
she brought her mouth to his for more moist, tongue-probing kisses. Her
legs moved down past his buttocks, rubbing along the backs of his legs,
and she was spread out beautifully.

Brian was already in his mother's cunt as deep as he could be and from
the ecstatic expression on her lovely face, she was having the time of
her life. Her hands reached around him and down, and rubbed his
buttocks. She reached down from there, got hold of his balls and played
with them. When she let them go she rubbed the insides of his legs,
running her fingers right up to the base of his shaft. Her movements
pressed her warm tits more firmly against his chest. She brought her
hands up and ran them along his body, from his arms down to his hips,
and Brian moaned. He loved it when his mother was feeling him all over.
He had enjoyed doing the same thing to her, and to other women, and it
felt good now, having her do it to him. Then she grabbed his buttocks
and made several humping movements with her cunt, which told him she
was reaching her peak and was ready for him to drive her over the edge.

But he could tell there was something else she wanted, as she slowly
raised her lower body up to him. Realizing what it was, he thrust his
hands between her and the mattress, got a good grip on the cheeks of
her ass, pulled her tight against him and rolled her over. She was on
top of him, her belly on his, her tits lying on his chest, her mouth
pressed onto his in another hot searing kiss. Her legs were outside his
and she began to move her hips slowly up and down.

She pulled her pussy up until just the head of his cock was left in,
then she slowly eased it down. Almost as if she wanted to see how much
of his cock she could let free without losing it, she moved her cunt up
and down, up and down. It nearly drove Brian out of his mind. Each time
the lips of her twat came up to the rim of the head of his cock, he
felt a new thrill. He could sense that his mother was doing everything
she could to please him. But at the same time, she was getting a charge
out of it, too. Anyway, she pulled her cunt up until it was almost free
of his cock, then she did the up and down thing faster and faster.

When she felt her son getting close to shooting off his load, she went
down all the way, taking his prick up into her right to his balls. Then
she started moving her body with full seriousness, bringing herself to
a climax at the same time. Brian was working with her and when he
flooded her cunt with his hot gushing charge, there was no doubt in his
mind that his hot and sexy mother got off at the same time he did. A
joyful shriek, making her intense pleasure known, came from her lips.
Then she sprawled out on top of him, her full round ass quivering and

Some time later, each one was lying back, stretched out close to the
other. Brian had a hand on one of her tits, while his mother was
holding on to his cock. Their breathing had returned to normal and both
looked quite pleased at what they had just done.

"Oh, I feel so wicked," said his mother with a satisfied grin.

"Why?" asked Brian, smiling back at her.

"Because of what we're doing, of course," she said. "My God, how
shocked our friends and neighbors would be if they could see us now. Or
worse yet, if they could have seen us a few minutes ago."

Brian laughed. "It's a good thing for us that they can't."

"I shouldn't be doing this, you know. Not with my own son."

Brian chuckled. "I don't think you're too worried about it, are you,
Mom? There wouldn't be much point to it, since I've been fucking you
for the past two years. That first year, while I was still in high
school, was really great. We'd do it every afternoon as soon as I got
home from school. We had two whole hours alone together, before Dad got
home from the office. And there were those times when Dad was out of
town on business and I slept with you while he was gone. When school
was out for the summer, then we really got into it. Instead of getting
a job, I stayed home with you."

Mary Anne laughed. "I was sure you were going to wear your mother out.
You scared me at first, you were so obsessed with sex. As soon as your
father was out of the house in the morning, you wanted it, and more
often than not we were still going at it when his car pulled into the
driveway at six the same evening. Who could blame him for being pissed
off at me because supper wasn't even started?"

Brian grinned at her. "Well, you had plenty of time to rest up after I
went off to college. But I sure enjoyed it when you flew up a couple of
times a month to be with me. I'll never forget those wonderful weekends
alone with you in a motel room!"

"Neither will I," said Mary Anne. "We were like two lovers, instead of
mother and son."

"So it's a little late to be telling yourself that we shouldn't be
doing this," said Brian.

"I know, but I have to keep reminding myself, because it all seems so
normal," Mary Anne explained. "It feels like the most natural thing in
the world for you and me to be having sex together. And if I start
thinking that it is, I might let something slip to your father or
someone else, that I don't want known."

Brian laughed and replied, "You're right. That could be a problem. I
can just picture you and Dad sitting together in the living room some
night, and he tells you something humorous that happened at the office.
Then you say, 'A funny thing took place this afternoon, while I was
upstairs in my room and my son was fucking me.'"

"Smart ass!" said Mary Anne, pulling his hair playfully.

"So much for thinking we shouldn't be doing what we're doing," said

"Well nevertheless," Mary Anne replied, "of all the mothers I know, not
one of them would dream of doing with their sons, what I just did with

Brian raised up on one elbow and grinned at her. "You think you're the
only mother in this town who's letting her son fuck her?"

"I'm sure of it."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Why, you only have to look at the mothers I know, to see how highly
moral and respectable they are," said Mary Anne. "Not one of them would
ever have a sexy thought concerning her son, I'm certain."

"Appearances don't mean a thing, Mom," Brian told her. "There isn't a
woman in this town who looks more innocent and respectable than you do.
And yet you've been having a grand time, doing all kinds of naughty
things with your son. You can't tell what goes on behind closed doors.
Anyone passing this house would never dream that you and I are lying
here naked, in the same bed."

"You mean it's possible that - ?"

"Well, if a mother and her son are screwing, they aren't going to tell
anyone about it. They'll keep it a secret, naturally, just like we're
doing. And the mother will look just as innocent and respectable as you
do, won't she?"

Mary Anne looked at her son with a mischievous smile. "All right,
smarty. Of all the boys around here who are your age and whom you know
quite well, which one do you think is screwing his mother?"

Brian thought for a moment. "Well, I remember back when I was in high
school, Mark Baker and I were walking home from high school and we were
talking about cunt, like guys do. Then he let it slip that he was hot
for his mother. He'd seen her coming out of the shower bare-assed naked
and the sight of her really turned him on. He thought of letting her
know that he wanted to fuck her, but he was afraid she might get all
shook up and tell his father. Then he realized he'd told me too much
and he tried to make me believe that he'd only been pulling my leg."

Mary Anne sat up in bed and looked thoughtfully at her son. "Well, that
doesn't mean anything. Boys have fantasies. They fantasize about having
sex with certain girls, even their mothers. It's quite natural for a
boy to want to fuck his mother, if she's good-looking and has a nice
figure. And Dorothy Baker is a knockout. A marble statue would get a
hard-on if she walked past it. That doesn't mean her son is screwing

"Yeah, but the thing is," said Brian, "Mark always hung out with the
guys after school. Then a short time after he told me that, he stopped
hanging around. As soon as school was out, he headed straight home. And
nobody saw him again until the next day at school. He'd go right home
and be alone with his mother for two hours or more, before his old man
got home from the office."

"Like you did with me," Mary Anne reminded him.


Mary Anne looked like she was deep in thought for a moment. "Hmmm,
that's interesting. Dorothy is a good friend of mine. She told me in
strict confidence one time that Stanley didn't make it all that good
for her in bed, for one thing, and he didn't do it as often as she
needed it, for another. Women talk about sex, too, you know."

"Yeah, I know," said Brian with a big grin. "You should hear how the
girls in high school talk about cocks, whether this guy has a big one,
or whether that guy knows how to use it, and which one is doing it to

"Well, anyway," said Mary Anne, not letting her son get her off the
subject, "Shortly after that, I noticed that Dorothy no longer looked
frustrated. She looked happy, satisfied and content, like she was
getting all she needed. Yet, there was never a rumor going around that
she was having an affair, that she was getting something on the side.
She wasn't meeting a man somewhere, while her husband was at work!"

"She didn't need to," said Brian. "Her son Mark was taking care of her
pussy every afternoon when he got home from schools."

"I wonder -"

"Well, what does it add up to? It means that Mark started screwing his
mother, about the same time that I began making it with you."

"It's hard to believe," said Mary Anne. "Dorothy looks like the type
who would never dream of doing anything like that. Not with her own

"Didn't you say earlier today, shortly after I got home, that Dad and
Stanley Baker went on this business trip together?" asked Brian.

"Yes. Why?"

"That means that Mark Baker and his mother are alone in their house
together, just like we are. And right now, this very minute, in the
middle of the night, is Mark asl**p in his own room, or in bed with his

Mary Anne laughed. "Like you're here in bed with your mother?"


Mary Anne looked at her son with a lewd smile. "If Dorothy's son is in
bed with her, what do you suppose they are doing right now?"

"Well, they're probably both naked, like we are," said Brian. "And
maybe he's got his arms around her like this . . . and maybe he's
getting on top of her . . . like this!"

Mary Anne giggled as she reached for her son's cock. "And maybe Dorothy
has a hold of her son's dong, like this, and guiding it for him, so he
can shove it into her -"

"Like this!" Brian gasped, as his quivering erection went up into his
mother's cunt.
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1 year ago
A great story.
3 years ago
terrific story
3 years ago
awesome & hot
3 years ago
Really enjoyed your sexy story. Its a lovely thought of all those women being serviced by energetic teens.