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"Hi Mom, I'm home. What are we having for dinner tonight?" Cried the 14-year-old boy as he burst through the door into the kitchen. Young and good looking, Timothy Rogers was quickly becoming popular with the girls at the middle school he would soon be graduating. Short brown hair and matching eyes, plus a nicely developing physique made more than just one girl swoon over him. But none of these girls cared for him as much as his Mom, as he was the very apple of his mother's eye. And the feeling was mutual. Sandra gave her boy the once over before answering his question, sipping her coffee while she sat at the kitchen table. 'Tim sure is getting to be a handsome young stud,' Sandra thought. 'If I wasn't that boy's mother...' The mother let that thought hang in the air, as a twinge of jealousy of all the girls that would soon be throwing themselves at her son passed through her mind. "Mom?!!!" Are you daydreaming again?!" Spoke up the young man, feeling ignored. "What...?! Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart!" She says shaking her head to clear her thoughts. "Tonight we're having steak with French fries- your favorite." "All right! With fried onions and mushrooms with the steak?" He asks. "Of course, sweetheart. Just the way you like it." She replies. "Oh Mom, you're the best!" He says contentedly, wrapping his strong arms around his gorgeous mother in a quick hug. Then he kisses her quickly on the head and rushes out the kitchen door, stopping only to pick up the book bag he threw on the living room couch and heads upstairs to his room, muttering something about playing videogames. "Homework first, Mister!" Sandra yells after her vanishing son. "I will!" Came the distant reply. Alone once more, her thoughts take a decidedly inappropriate turn. 'He sure does have a nice butt! I bet it's even cuter than it was when he was a toddler. He's growing up to be such a handsome young man. Growing up way too quickly if you ask me. I wonder if his crotch has grown as quickly as the rest of him? Why I bet..." She was thinking about how good he looked in the jeans and t-shirt he was wearing, and then imagining how good he must look without them when all of a sudden it hit her that this was her son she was thinking about- her little boy. 'Dammit, Sandra!!! What's gotten into you? Shame on you for thinking such nasty thoughts about your own son???!!!!' she mentally chided herself. 'But it's just a fantasy. I'm not hurting anyone, dammit!' she rationalized to the nagging voice within her head. 'God I bet his penis is beautiful... I can only imagine what he must taste like. I just wish I could find out...' This last thought triggers a recent memory within her head. 'Maybe... Gulp! Maybe I can find out...!!!' Her mind goes back to a recent television news program. One of the things they covered that night was a substance that a store in the city sold over the counter as a sleep aid. The news people were saying that people -in particularly college students- were abusing the substance by using it as a date rape drug. It was fully legal, easy to procure thanks to the greed of the storeowners, and most important of all, her Timmy would be totally unconscious and she could have her every way with him. -Satisfy every dark, incestuous urge she had and he would never be the wiser. Aroused and feeling a little dirty, Sandra dismisses these thoughts as fantasy and decides to go take a hot bath. She dumps out the rest of her coffee and heads for the bathroom. CHAPTER TWO: THE BATH Once she's inside, she locks the door and turns around. She grabs the plug and leans over, putting it over the bathtub drain. Then she turns the water on, adjusting the temperature to her liking. Letting the water run, she strips off first her sandals, leaving her feet bare as she usually didn't wear socks when she wore the comfortable footwear. Then her blouse is removed, exposing the bra that could barely contain what she had underneath. Then off comes the modest skirt, leaving her in just her white bra and matching cotton panties. Less than a minute later, these two items of clothing follow suit with the rest and now naked as the day she was born, Sandra turns toward the mirror to scrutinize herself. She looks at her reflection, pleased by what she sees. Wavy jet-black hair that doesn't quite reach her shoulders, smoldering brown eyes, and a clear complexion on a beautiful face. 'But who notices any of these things when I have a chest like this?!!!' she ruefully thinks to herself, shaking her body from side to side. And what a spectacular chest it was! Sandra sported an awesome 42DD upon her stunning frame, and thanks to her overly large areola, her enormous breasts seemed even bigger than they already were. After she finishes admiring her own tits, her eyes travel downward, taking in the rest of her impressive figure. Her tummy was only slightly rounded, as the 34 year-old took walks every day, and spent a good 45 minutes on the treadmill to stay healthy. Her legs were strong, but firm, and her ass was medium size, but tight. Her now ex-husband hated fat butts, so she always made sure to keep it well toned when they were married. Even though her husband had walked out on her and their son years ago, she still continued the habit of keeping fit. Her pussy was kept well-trimmed -more for her sake than her ex's, as she hated the look and feel of a full bush as much as he had. Glancing at the tub, she notices it's almost full so she bends over and turns the faucet off, her huge udders flopping downward. She tests the water with the tip of a finger, and then her whole right hand. Satisfied that it's the perfect temperature, she climbs in and gets comfortable. Resting her head against the back of the tub with her feet touching the other side, Sandra relaxes and lets her mind wander. She thinks about the last few years and how lonely she's been. Her husband left her a couple of years ago for a barely legal younger woman, leaving her to raise her son by herself as he had no desire to see her or the young boy anymore. Her son. The one person Sandra loved more than anyone or anything else in the whole world. The one person who could chase her loneliness away and make her smile. It was for his sake that she fought so hard to get a good divorce settlement. She wanted him to grow up in this big beautiful house -his home ever since he was born- and refused to let her ex sell the place out from under them. The judge saw things her way and granted her the house. In fact, the sympathetic female judge gave her just about everything -including an order to pay child support although he waived his visitation rights- giving Sandra a little bit of revenge for all the pain he caused her and their boy. Sighing, she lets the warm water chase all those painful memories away, and instead concentrates solely upon her son. 'He's growing up to be such a fine young man.' she thinks to herself. 'Handsome, strong, athletic, plus he's so sweet and kind to his ol' mother. If only I had a man in my life like him...' With this last thought, Sandra begins fantasizing about her son once more. She wonders what it would be like to kiss his soft young lips, his strong arms crushing her to his chest as he French's her passionately. She thinks about him stroking her face and looking deep into her eyes. From here they begin touching each other all over- he lingering over her big, soft tits, and she squeezing his ass. And as she reaches out for his crotch and he for hers, she drifts off to sleep and her unconscious mind takes over. ********************************************************** "Oh god mom, your tits are so big and soft!" Timothy exclaims as he squeezes his mother's breasts through her clothes. "And your cock feels so huge, baby! You must be packing a monster in there!" Sandra exclaims while squeezing her son's throbbing bulge through his blue jeans. Soon they are ripping each other's clothes off, and then they press their overheated bodies together and share several smoldering kisses. (Kiss.) "Oh baby! You're making me so wet!" "I know, Mom! (Rubbing her crotch) I can feel it gushing all over my fingers!" "Oh baby- Mommy's wanted you for so long! Wanting to kiss your sweet lips... (Kisses him passionately) Wanting to lick my way down your chest... (Trails her lips and tongue down his chest) And oh god, baby, how I've longed to do this!" Falling to her knees, Sandra grabs her son's cock and begins stroking it. She breathes her hot breath all over his pulsating erection and rubs it against her face, her son's low moans of pleasure exciting her even more. She inhales his manly, yet youthful scent and licks her lips while tugging away at the rising column of flesh before her. "Please suck it for me, Mommy!" The overanxious boy cries, not being able to take anymore of her son's teasing. (Still stroking) "Oh yes, baby! You want Mommy to suck your big stiff throbbing cock, don't you?" "God yes, Mom! (Gasp) Pl... Please!" "Ok, baby! Mommy's gonna open up her pretty red lips and suck your cock now!" With a lust-filled groan, Sandra points her son's monster cock at her lips and opens wide, excitingly tasting him for the first time. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmm!" The ecstatic mother moans around her son's massive erection. She slurps away on his prick, loving the masculine taste and the feel of it pulsating wildly in her mouth. Deeper and deeper she pulls him into her throat, wanting to feel all 8 inches of her son in her gullet. After several minutes of forcing his cock to the back of her esophagus, she slowly pulls her head back up, dragging her tongue up the shaft all the way. Then she finally pulls the head free with an audible plop and looks up lustfully at her son. (Still stroking her son's cock) "Oh baby- you taste so good! But now Mommy needs some lovin'. Would you like to lick Mommy's cunt, baby? It's been sooooooooo long since I had my pussy sucked...." "Oh Mama, I would love to eat your cunt! I've been wanting to taste your pussy for so long!" They lay on the bed together, young Timmy climbing on top of his overanxious mother. He plays with her humongous breasts- kneading and massaging them. "God, you have the most wonderful tits, Mom!" He starts rubbing them all over his face and kissing the soft, spongy flesh of her gigantic pillows. He teases her erect nipples with his warm, wet tongue. Then, no longer being able to stand it, he ravenously begins sucking upon her left nipple. "Oh god yes, baby! Suck on Mommy's titties just like that! Oh yes! Ooh!" With her son frantically sucking, licking, and gently biting her nipples, and the feel of his huge, throbbing cock leaving trails of sperm against her belly, Sandra can take no more. "Oh baby! Mommy's pussy is dripping! Please eat me now! Mommy needs her cunt licked, NOW!!!" With a grin on his flushed face, Timothy releases his hold upon his Mother’s massive mammaries and trails his tongue down her tummy, moving down his mother's torso, accordingly. He inhales his mother's musky fragrance, then starts rubbing his face in her crotch. Then all of a sudden, he attacks her cunt like a wild animal. With his hands holding open her labia, he tongues her viciously. He stabs his tongue into her cunt, darting it in and out, in and out. He alternates between flicking his tongue rapidly against her pulsating clit, and sucking the tiny, blood-engorged morsel into his mouth. Sandra cries out her pleasure of her son's cunnilingual talents. "Oh god, baby- you make Mommy feel so good! Such a good boy- oh yes! Lap up all of Mommy's cunt-juice -just like that! Yessssss!" He licks her pussy ravenously for several minutes, then Sandra makes him stop so he can fuck her. "Oh baby, that's enough! Mommy wants you to fuck her with your big hard cock now. Would you like that? Would you like to fuck your Mommy's dripping cunt?" (Looking up and licking his lips of love juice) "Oh god, Mom- do I ever!" Timothy climbs back up her torso and lines his huge erection up against his mother's oozing gash. He rubs his bulbous cockhead up and down her cunt and slaps his meat against it a few times. Then finally, both of them breathing very heavily, he sinks his meat slowly into the warm confines of his Mother’s steamy cavern. "Ohhhhhhhh!" Cries Sandra as her son sinks into the warm sheath of her clasping vagina. "Oh god, you're so tight, Mommy! Your pussy feels so goooooooooooooood!" Moans Timmy while pumping his mother full of his throbbing teenage dick. Wet squishy sounds fill the room as Timothy variates the speed with which he fucks his delirious mother with his pistoning cock. First he pounds into her with slow, deep strokes. Then he speeds up with quick, powerful thrusts. Then he slows down again and repeats, bringing maximum pleasure by not allowing their sex organs to be used to any one sensation. Sandra cries out her rapture of her son's coital skills. "That's it baby! Fuck Mommy good and hard! Oh yes! You're making Mommy's cunt feel soooooo good!" His mother's words and squeals of ecstasy enhance the fire burning in his loins, and he speeds up his already frantic pace. With an animalistic grunt he abandons his variation technique and starts pounding his cock into her dripping cunt relentlessly. "Oh god! Oh Mommy! Feels so good! Uhhhnnn! Uhnnnn! Uhnnn! Oh god- I'm gonna cum, Mommy!" Cries Timmy as his orgasm finally hits. "Oh god yes! Pull out, baby! Shoot your hot creamy load in Mommy's face! Let Mommy feel and taste your cum!" Sandra sits up and opens her mouth wide and sticks her tongue out, anxiously waiting to taste her son's sperm. Timothy pulls out and gets to his knees, lining his erupting cock against his mother's hungry, gaping mouth. (Frantically stroking his cock) "Oh god, yes! Take it Mommy! Ugggggggh! Uuuuuuughhhhh!" As rope after creamy rope of her son's thick, viscous sperm splashes upon her face and fills her mouth, Sandra awakens. *********************************************************** Waking up with a start, Sandra sits upright in the now cold water. 'Oh my God!' she chastises herself. 'You had an erotic dream about your own son!!!' She gets up and climbs out of the tub, pulling the plug out of the drain, allowing the water to exit through the pipes. Then she reaches for a towel, still breathing heavily. With her chest heaving from the excitement as the memory of the dream assaults her senses, she dries herself off, lingering over her breasts and crotch. Then after sitting down on the toilet, she reaches down and begins toying with her pussy. She seeks out her throbbing clit, and massages it in circles while thinking about the dream. She tugs and pulls at the soft flesh of her labia with one hand, and pinches her large, erect nipples with the other. She drives a couple of fingers inside her steaming cunt, imagining her baby boy was fucking her. Before long she is moaning and writhing in ecstasy- her moral fret over longing for her son thrown out the window. CHAPTER THREE: PREPARATIONS After cumming three times by her own hands, Sandra again thinks about the show that talked about the drug. She had banished this idea from her mind earlier, but now thanks to the dream, she once again toys with the idea of knocking her son out and having her way with him as she wraps the towel around her, collects her dirty clothes and makes her way back to her room. Shutting the door once inside her room, she discards the dirty clothes and towel into the laundry basket. She puts a clean pair of panties on and slips a comfortable nightgown on. Then she wraps a pink robe around her and ties it around her waist. After combing her hair, she opens the door and heads out to the kitchen to make dinner for her son. ************************************************************* Later... It had been a good dinner. Timothy had wolfed down his steak and fries while his mother picked at her food, trying hard not to think about her son in an inappropriate way and failing miserably. She was glad he at least was eating at the kitchen table with her, as he usually ate his dinner alone in his room while watching television. After he finished eating, Timothy thanked his mom for a delicious meal and then headed up to his room to watch his show which would be on very soon. She sat alone in silence for a few minutes trying to reign in her conflicting emotions, and then she gets up and puts the leftovers away and the dirty dishes in the sink. She heads back to her room a few minutes later, suddenly feeling very tired. Shutting her bedroom door behind her, Sandra walks over and lies down upon her bed, weariness threatening to overcome her. With the conflicting emotions of love, lust, and guilt exhausting her, Sandra falls asleep. She has several little mini dreams about her son all night long and does not sleep very well. ********************************************************** The next morning she awakes for the final time with her panties drenched. She had tossed and turned all night long, with vivid images of her son dancing through her unconscious mind. With a tired, frustrated sigh, Sandra gets up and notices it's shortly after 5:00 am. She heads to the kitchen to make some coffee and start her day. She leaves the coffee pot running, and then heads upstairs to her son's room to ask him if he could make his own breakfast before he caught the school bus as she was very tired and wasn't feeling so hot. Feelings of shame and guilt torments her all the way up the steps, as each creak and groan of the stairs was like a knife twisting into her tortured soul as if to punish her for having such wicked thoughts and dreams. Finally at the top, Sandra takes a deep breath and makes the short trip to her son's bedroom. Not sure if he was awake yet, she doesn't knock but instead quietly opens the bedroom door and looks over at the bed. She is surprised to see that her son is sleeping only in his underwear and white t-shirt. But even more startling is the fact that he had a humongous erection pushing against the restraints of his briefs! With a stifled gasp, Sandra quietly approaches the bed, unsure of what to do. 'Maybe I shouldn't awaken him,' the tired and confused mother thinks to herself. 'I don't want to embarrass him, and I... Don't wanna embarrass me, either, and... It is still a little early, and... Oh god his cock sure looks huge!' Unable to resist, the nearly mesmerized mother reaches out a hand tentavively towards her son's bulge. With her heart thumping away in her chest and her hand slowly approaching the object of her deepest, most wicked desire, her son suddenly moans in his sleep, snapping her out of her haze and sending her scurrying out of his bedroom. Softly closing the door behind her, it is then she realizes that she had to -no she needed to- swallow her morals and get the drug so she could have her way with her handsome son. "And if it works, I'll be swallowing something much better," the lust-filled mother shamefully thought to herself with a lick of her lips. ************************************************************ Later... Sometime shortly after 1 pm, Sandra arrives at the store. 'I can't believe I'm doing this!' she thinks to herself. She enters the store, her high heels clicking on the floor and her tits straining against the v-neck sweater she was wearing. Less than ten minutes later, she comes out with the drug. She had told the man at the counter that she had problems sleeping and that she heard that they had something that would help her, and he sold her the drug while making repeat glances at her chest. It was almost unnervingly that simple. The means to realize her fantasy was now hers. It was settled- she would administer the drug tonight, in his supper. CHAPTER FOUR: RAPING HER SON Sometime after 2 pm, Timothy came home from school. He plops his book bag on the couch and heads for the kitchen where his mom was drinking coffee. "Hey, Mom. What's for dinner?" Asks Timothy as he lightly kisses his mom on the forehead and heads to the refrigerator for a drink. (Now Sandra wanted to make sure the drug was undetectable, so she decided upon making her son's favorite soup for dinner, as the thick, brothy meal should be easy to mix the drug with. The ridiculous cliche of big tits=little brain certainly didn't apply in her case.) "How does Soup Starter beef soup sound, sweetie? I'll bring it up to you in your room when it's ready." "Soup Starter?! Cool- you know I love that stuff. But I love everything you make- you're one heck of a cook, mom!" "Oh sweetheart! You're so good to me! C'mere and give your ole Mother a hug!" With a warm smile upon both their faces, Timothy shuts the fridge door and walks over to his guilty-feeling mother as she stands up to hug him. Feeling incredibly ashamed at what she was planning to do to her son, she begins having second thoughts as the fact that he was always so nice to her gets through to her restrained conscience. As they embrace however, Sandra feels the unmistakable feeling of an immense erection poking her in her belly. Timothy, embarrassed, quickly breaks off the hug and quickly moves back to the fridge, pretending that the incident didn't happen. Sandra, however, could not pretend and wanted her son more than ever as she felt her panties get wet with her fuck sauce. As she sat back down to drink her coffee she told him dinner would be ready around 6. He took his newly acquired soda and made his way out the kitchen door saying that he'd see her at dinner after he does his homework and chats a little online with his friends. She told him she would bring his food up to him so he could watch his favorite cartoon on TV while he eats. As she watches his tight, jean-cladded buns walk out, she knows without a doubt that she would go through with it and drug and rape her son. She quietly sips her coffee, fantasizing about what was to "cum," and occasionally allows her hands to roam freely about her body. ********************************************************** Shortly after five-thirty, Sandra has dinner ready. She goes to her bedroom and retrieves the bottle from her room and heads back to the kitchen. She then takes a couple of the pills out and puts them in a bowl where she mashes it with a spoon. Then she ladles out a good portion of soup on top of the powdery substance. Then she takes the same spoon she used to mash the drug and stirs it studiously, making sure it was well mixed into the soup. Finally, making sure there was no trace of the drug on it, she rests the spoon in the bowl and puts in on the tray she had already prepared for her son. She quickly takes the bottle of pills and rushes back to her room, stashing them in their hiding spot on the bottom of her laundry basket, underneath her dirty clothes. Then she heads back to the kitchen to wait the few minutes until it was time. Around five minutes to six-o'clock, Sandra decided it was time. She begins taking deep breaths to steady her nerves, and then picks up the tray and heads out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her son's room. ********************************************************** Arriving at Timothy's room, she carefully balances the tray in one hand and knock on his door. "Timothy? Timothy, honey, your dinner's ready!" Timothy opens up the door and lets her in, taking the tray in his hands and setting it on the little table by his bed. Sandra, wanting to make sure that the drug didn't make him collapse and hit his head or something, asked if she could stay and watch it with him. "You wanna watch it with me? But I thought you didn't like it- you can never keep track of what's going on. (When she tried once or twice to watch it with him in the past, she couldn't keep straight which enemy that Goku guy was fighting or who Vegita's mad at or why they just don't gang up on that annoying guy who brags and takes credit for things he didn't do and beat the crap out of his annoying, worthless ass.) Under the pretense of being lonely, she convinces him to let her stay. It wasn't too hard a battle, as he liked having his mother's ample... (Ahem) presence so nearby. (The odd fact of the matter was that Timothy had a crush on his mom, but did his best to avoid staring at her and hide his feelings. In fact, she was the very reason he was walking around with huge erections so often!!!) The cartoon began and Timothy dug into his soup, spoon a-blazin', his mother sitting down on his bed beside him. About an hour later, he starts feeling very tired and tells his mom he's gonna lay back and take a nap. She takes the empty bowl and tray and kisses him on the forehead before leaving. Shutting the door behind her, Sandra heads back downstairs to the kitchen. She puts the dirty dishes in the sink while excitedly thinking about what was happening and what was going to happen. 'Oh my god- I really did it! I drugged my own son! God forgive me, but I need his cock so badly!' the overwhelmed mother thought to herself. She sits down at the table and wrestles with her conscience over what she had done and was planning on doing. But her decadent desires would not be stopped and her wicked thoughts overtook her moral qualms once more. After about 45 minutes of impatient waiting and fantasizing, Sandra decided she could wait no longer and left the kitchen to head back up to her son's bedroom. Arriving once more to her son's bedroom, she gently opens the door and peeks her head in. Seeing Timothy's eyes closed invites herself in and moves over to the bed and softly calls his name. "Timothy? Sweetheart, are you awake?" Nothing but the excited sound of her own breathing and the deep, even breathing of her son answers her. She shakes him cautiously and calls out his name once more. Each passing moment finds her heart thumping wildly within her ample bosom. "Timothy, honey? Mommy wants to talk to you- are you awake, sweetie?!" Again no response. But she had to be absolutely certain that he wouldn't wake up and catch her doing what she so desperately wanted... No! NEEDED to do to her boy. 'Walk away Sandra!' her conscience screamed. 'Don't do this awful thing! He's your son- your baby! What's wrong with you?!!!' For a few moments she looked at him like she always had until recently- with a mother's eyes. To her he was a beautiful, handsome boy blossoming into a wonderful, good-looking young man. He was her baby -her only son- and she loved him with all her heart. But the throbbing urgency within her pussy could not be ignored. Her clit had a mind all its own. It cried out for attention as her pussy got warmer and wetter- the lubrication beginning to seep down her thighs and her panties soaked. Her dark, forbidden desires welled up inside of her and once again took control as love gave way to lust once more. Her breath catches in her throat at what she knows she's about to do- What she MUST do! 'I need it so badly, would it be so bad? She touches his bulge- he still doesn't stir. Her pussy contracts as even more wetness seeps out with the illicit contact of her son's crotch. Her clit throbs and her pendulous breasts heave as the anticipation builds. She rubs his groin once more feeling the flesh beneath the black jeans respond and begin to grow. Her eyes widened as the bulge got bigger and bigger as she continued pawing at her son's manhood. 'God, he's got a monster in there!' the overheated mother thought to herself. 'I gotta... (Gulp!) I gotta see it!' Her resistance fading fast, the lust-filled woman yanks the sweat pants her son was wearing and the briefs underneath down and off with one massive tug. 'Oh my...! Oh god, that's beautiful! Oh my wonderful, special little boy!' Sandra thought to herself as she practically dove upon the bed and began stroking her son's lengthening cock and rubbing her face all over the mighty column of young male flesh. She inhaled his masculine scent with every feverish kiss she planted up and down his shaft and nearly swooned with the full force of her raging hormones as they set her on fire. 'Oh god, he smells sooooooooo good! (Sniff, kiss, kiss.) Such a big, hard cock! (Kiss, lick.) Been such a long time! Such a very long time! Oh god yes! Mmmmmmmmmmmm!' The lust-crazed mother abandons all second thoughts of turning back and begins slurping and sucking up and down her son's eight inches of boyhood, pulling him deep down her throat. Happily choking herself with her son's cock, Sandra reaches behind her and under her nighty and begins fingering herself with her left hand while her right hand jerks away at her son's dick in unison with her suctioning mouth. Again and again, the ecstatic mother drove her mouth down around her son's engorged cock, loving the feeling and taste of every salty inch sliding down her voracious gullet as she fingered her way to orgasm. "Mmmmmmm-mmmmmmmm! Oh yes! Rrrrrrmmmmmmmmmaaaaa!" Certain that her son wouldn't awake -that he was sufficiently drugged- (and quite frankly at this point wouldn't care if he did), the overheated mother became very loud and vocal as she was consumed by a massive cumthirst. Sandra needed for her son to empty his huge load right down her throat- wanted to savor and swallow the thick, creamy sperm that she could tell his bloated balls were churning up just for her. She wanted to feel it coating her tonsils, even to delight in the feeling of his jism splashing onto her delirious face. Her son let out little moans in his drug-induced sleep, but otherwise did not stir as she continued battering her throat with her son's humongous erection- determined to make him spurt in her mouth and all over her face. (Suck, suck, suck.) 'C'mon baby! Squirt your juice for Mommy!' thought the cum-hungry mother as she stopped diddling her clit and began using both hands along with her vacuum-like mouth in an all-out oral assault on her son's immense erection. 'Momma wants you to cum for her, baby. (Suck, suck, suck.) Momma's so thirsty for your thick creamy sperm! Cum in Mommy's mouth!' (Suck, slurp, suck, slurp.) Finally her efforts were rewarded as her son let out a moan and his cock swelled up to even more enormous proportions and began spurting forceful jets of sperm down her throat and making her choke. (Suck, Suck, cough, cough!) 'Oh god yes, cum for Momma! Squirt your cum all over Mommy's face baby!' thought Sandra as she pulled her son's gigantic cock out of her mouth and aimed it at her face while taking a few deep breaths. Long ropes of warm, thick semen coated the euphoric mother's face. Then after she swallows and takes a deep breath to recover from her choking, the overjoyed mother opens her mouth wide and aims her son's gigantic spurting cock at it. Her mouth soon fills to overflowing and just when it seemed like the river of cum inside would overflow, the spurting lessens and then stops altogether. With her heartbeat thumping out of her chest and her clit throbbing painfully, the overheated mother wrenches herself away from her son's cock and rushes over to his mirror. She stares at her cum-streaked face -and even more impressive- the huge lake of her son's sperm in her mouth. She reaches down to once more rub her dripping pussy as she watches her reflection close her mouth and swallow the viscous, salty pool of sperm. She very nearly has an orgasm right there as she begins shaking from the excitement -almost, but not quite. Licking the sides of her face to get at the sperm collected there, Sandra realizes that this was not enough. Her pussy was on fire and needed to be quenched. Her juices covered her slowly masturbating fingers and dripped down her thighs. Hoping that her son can get it up again she turns around and moves back towards the bed. With the smell of sperm and dripping pussy wafting through her nostrils, Sandra descends upon the bed and her son's now shrinking cock once more. 'Oh sweetheart, don't go soft on Mommy yet!' she thinks to herself as she reaches for her son's cock and starts stroking it. 'Mommy needs it inside her soooooooo badly!' Sandra once again puts her son's cock in her mouth and begins sucking it- determined to get it hard once more so she can shove it deep inside her dripping cunt. Feeling the firm but soothing suction, the mighty tower of flesh again begins to arise. 'Oh yes, baby!' (Slurp, slurp, slurp!) 'Momma's so proud of her not-so-little boy- I knew you'd get it up again for Momma! Mmmmmm-yes! 'Gonna feel so good when I shove it up my cunt! (Suck, suck, slurp!) Oh yes- Mommy's gonna shove this big boy up her nasty little cunt and fuck you so good and hard- and you're never gonna know it!' Sandra momentarily pauses as reality infringes upon her thoughts. Her conscience makes one last plea before she breaks that final taboo and society's laws and has intercourse with her unaware son. 'Stop before you go too far! You've already blown your son- don't go any further! You'll never forgive yourself if you fuck your son!' For a brief moment, Sandra was very ashamed at what she done as the guilt took over. But then, like before, the throbbing ache of her swollen clit gets the best of her. The feel of the drying sperm on her face and the renewed erection of her son pulsating in her hand sways her. And with her sharp intake of excited breath, she inhales the smell of her son and the scent overwhelms her more than any other factor. The musk of cock- her son's big, thick cock. The smell of sperm and her own urgent odor coming from her crotch. She needed this. There WAS NO turning back!!! With a final resolute shudder, Sandra climbs up on the bed and over her son's lap. She hikes up her nighty and rubs his enormous erection against her engorged clit, sending wonderful tingles throughout her entire body. Then with a loud moan, she aims her son's cock at her pussy hole, and slowly sinks down atop it. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh godddddddddddd, yesssssssssss!" She hisses through clenched teeth. "Oh god baby, you feel soooooooo good inside me!!! I almost wish you were awake for this!" She raises herself slowly up and down her son's erection, rubbing her inflamed clitoris vigorously. She begins working up a sweat and momentarily pauses to pull the straps down of her nighty, her gargantuan breasts flopping free. She begins caressing her liberated melons, fantasizing that her son was sucking on her large, puffy nipples. She picks up speed with her movements, raising her pelvis up and slamming it back down while pinching her swollen nipples hard. Then she leans over and begins rubbing her gigantic boobs all over son's unmoving face, slowing down her thrusts to do so. "Oh yes baby, play with Momma's breasts!" She lustfully cries as she visualizes her fantasy. "Suck on Mommy's nipples hard -just like that-ooooh yesssss, baby! Squeeze your Mommy's boobs and fuck her so good and hard! Yessssssssssss!" Pretending that her son was awake and banging the hell outta her was enhancing the rapturous sensations emanating from her overstuffed cunt. She was quickly approaching orgasm as she sat back up and rocked her pelvis back and forth rapidly while passionately rubbing her love-button. "Oh fuck, baby! Oh god, sweetheart! Your Mommy's gonna cum for you! Oh god! Your Mommy's gonna fuckin' cum all over your big hard cock! Oh godddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd, yessssssssss! Oooooooooh, Ohhhhhhhhh, goddddd, ohhhhhhhhh, uhhhh, ohhh!" The contractions of her convulsing pussy finished it off for the sleeping boy's cock, and he began spurting deep into his mother's womb. "Ohhhhhh, ohh. Wh...?!! Oh god, baby- are you cumming inside your Momma's pussy?!!!!! Oh no!!!!" Not wanting another mouth to feed, the suddenly worried mother gets off her son and instead replaces her pussy with her mouth. She stuffs his cock inside and frantically swallows her second heaping of her new favorite dessert. Thick bursts of semen fill her mouth again and again until finally her son stops cumming. Gulping down the last drops of her son's jism, Sandra stands up and feels some of his sperm dripping down her leg. 'Oh no- he did cum inside of me! I can't have my own son's baby and I certainly don't want another mouth to feed! It... It felt so good, but I shouldn't have let it go this far! I better clean up- maybe I can get some of his sperm outta of my cunt before it's too late.' the worried mother thought to herself. Abandoning her comatose, semi-naked son (whom incidentally had a smile upon his serene features now), Sandra hurriedly heads for the bathroom. She turns the shower on while letting the water warm up, she strips off her flimsy nighty. Adjusting the temperature of the water to her liking, the voluptuous nude woman jumps in the shower and frantically begins scrubbing her crotch with the bar of soap she took from the shower rack. 'What has gotten into you, Sandra?!!!' her conscience began once more. 'First you have inappropriate fantasies about your son, then you drug the poor boy, suck him off and then fuck him! It would serve you right if you get pregnant- especially if everyone found out who the child's father is! Then you would be the shame of the entire town, and that's IF the authorities don't come and haul your sorry perverted ass off to jail first!!! You sick, twisted, stinking cesspool of perversion!!!!' And then she thought about how good it felt to have a long, thick cock inside of her again. She thought about the intense orgasmic release like she had never felt before. No man had ever filled her up like her very own son just did. No grown man had ever stuffed her aching cunt so full of cockmeat. And perhaps more important than any of that was the fact that she loved her son with all her heart. TO BE CONTINUED... A MOTHER'S LUST, PART ONE: RAPING HER SON
I have returned, "my children." :-) Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated,
and I am back for an indefinite period. I have come back a decidedly more jaded,
but more open-minded Hymen Sez. Topics that I would not cover before may soon
make appearances in future stories. I can be reached at hymensez@mrdouble.com
if you have any questions, comments, or suggestions about this story or any
of my others. Flames are a pointless waste of time and will take their honored
place among the rest of the deleted files. Constructive criticism is always
welcome, however. Note that the old email addresses given on previous stories
haven't worked in months, but you will be able to reach me hymensez@mrdouble.com
as it will send mail to my new account and can be trusted. I believe that fantasy
is a healthy outlet for negative emotions that all humans posess, and I strongly
suggest you remember that all my stories are just that- fantasy. For those people
who are thinking about acting out a potentially harmful fantasy, I ask that
you consider the feelings and well-being of the people involved. Karma's a bitch
and the consequences may burn you... Anywayz, I hope you enjoyed this story,
and will continue to enjoy all subsequent ones. I do plan on continuing this
storyline, so you can expect a sequel, although not right away. I wish all my
readers and fellow authors the best and extend my thanks to Mr. Double for running
such a great site. Take care of yourselves and be good to your friends and families.
Until next time, - Hymen Sez