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From: One Gallus <onegallus@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Ernest Ernestine 4 (Fm, inc)
Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 22:10:03 -0500
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Ernestine Ernest

Part 4

(I swept back my short hair with my fingers, and let the water
shoot against my breasts, denting them with its force. My scalp
felt loose and my body was relaxing.  A blessed kind of numbness
began to float into me.  Then the shower door opened.)

He stepped in front of me, looking up from three inches below,
into my puffy face, into my swollen eyes. Water hit the back of
his head and flashed out around it, like a jagged halo.  His
expression was solemn and followed his own hand.  He picked up
the soap from the recessed holder and cupping it in his palm, ran
it over the rounded right angle of my shoulder. Soon, bubbly foam
had formed and was coursing down onto my chest.  Somehow, without
my knowing the path he took, he was lathering my breasts, his
throat emitting abbreviated whimpers as he moved.  Nor did I know
precisely when my fingers encircled his stiff penis. 

The soapy water allowed my hand to slide down easily under his
scrotum and grope the softness here.  He dropped the soap and
soon both his hands were at my buttocks, opening and closing
around handfuls of my flesh.  His face was in my upper breasts,
rooting gently between them.  My hand guided his penis into the
tiny soapy triangle formed by the three- way junction of thighs
and vulva.  There, he immediately began to grind forward and
back.  With my finger pushing him up and against my labia, I
kissed his penis with my lower lips.  Occasionally I would lift
his glans and gouge it into my clitoris and it was in this way
that I reached my first climax and he reached his second.  As I
came, my blood seemed to surge upward in my thighs and I tried
desperately to press him into me in that standing position, to no
avail. I felt his semen jetting onto my tender membranes and run
down between my thighs, and over my knees, which were trembling
by now.  By then the hot water had turned lukewarm and as my
son's penis softened in its trap, I turned off the water by
reaching around his shoulders.  The muting of the water amplified
ragged breathing and we stood in naked exhaustion.  I felt a
physical satisfaction, a post orgasmic relaxation, but I felt no
emotional euphoria.  My emotions were as confused as ever.

The steamy heat was oppressive and I elbowed open the shower
door.  Should I lead the way?  Should he follow Mother's fat ass
to the bed?  What was the protocol here?  He backed out, keeping
his eyes on my face, leading me by the hand.  The air outside the
shower stall seemed chilly on my bare skin and I shuddered.  He
came back into my arms and we stood embracing for a minute, my
hands feeling his small buttocks.  I smelled the residue of semen
rise from my thighs and I wondered if it would offend him, if I
should go back into the shower.  Yet, how could his own odor be
unpleasant to him?  Then the resentment stabbed at me again and I
thought, who gives a damn? 

Ernie looked at me with longing.  "Will you dry me?" he asked.

"No," I said, and moved, wet, down the passage to the bedroom.
Let him see my fat ass, I thought.

Despite Ernie's high-handedness toward me in every other way, his
awkwardness and eagerness confirmed that he had been a virgin,
like most boys his age. This realization quickly distilled into a
knowledge that there had been an alteration, a shift in control.
 I knew that now I had the upper hand, at least in the sex
itself.  Frankly, it felt very liberating.  I could see from that
young stirring penis that Ernie had not yet exhausted his
energies.  I scooted to the far side of the bed, shifting under
the covers and lay down, letting the bed clothes dry me.  I made
no move to pat out a place for him. On the other hand, I did not
clutch the blanket to my chin.  I simply looked at Ernie from my
position on my right side.  He stood, shivering and looking back,
unsure.  He climbed in wet and lay beside me.  He pulled the
covers up to his shoulders and turned on his side, looking at me
wonderingly.

He tentatively reached and cupped my upper breast.  "Could I put
it in?" he asked, huskily.

"Not now."

The disappointment was palpable on his face. 

"I love you, I really do," he said.

"Really?  Then why have you treated me like shit?"

"I didn't treat you . . ."

"Shut up."  I continued to look at him. 

He didn't meet my eyes, but lay silent, my breast in his
now-stilled hand.  We lay facing each other for another minute. 
A smile formed slowly on his lips.  He began to massage my breast
again. 

"You can't tell Dad or anybody else about this, can you?"

"Why not?" I asked, but knowing he was essentially right.

"Child abuse," he said.  "I read about it on the internet.  A boy
said his mother fucked him and she had to go to jail."

"What if I told you I don't care?" I said.

"Oh, you care, Ernestine, you care."

I took his semi-erect penis in my right hand and stroked its
length gently.  "But then, you wouldn't get anymore of this,
would you?"

Ernest blinked.  I continued to masturbate him slowly.  He closed
his eyes and took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

He spoke again, "Please . . . Can I . . . you know . . . do it to
you?"

"What? Fuck me?"

Ernie blushed.

"Why?" I said irritably, "You came two times already."

The corners of his mouth trembled with a smile.  "Yeah, but I
wasn't in it." He blinked his eyes when he said it.

"In what?"

"You."

"You mean my pussy?" I suddenly clutched his penis firmly and
stretched the skin back as far as I could and opened my eyes wide
to him.

Ernie gasped and his eyes bugging out and blinking.  "Mom," he
said, "You never talked that way before!"

"I never jacked off my son off before either."

He was silent and looked at my breasts which had by now rolled
outside of the covers.  He expelled his breath through a tiny "O"
formed by his lips, a bewildered sigh.  I loosened my grip and
started stroking again, gently.  He shut his eyes.  Ernie was now
very hard.  He remained silent for a few seconds. 

"Mom, couldn't we do it now?"

"No, I'll just jack you off," I said, off- handedly.

"Well, okay," he said, rising to his left elbow, fondling my
breast with the right hand.  "But, could you come and sit on the
toilet seat and do it with the towel?"  He grinned in
embarrassment.

"What?" I said.

"You know, Mom, like you did when I was eleven-years-old?" His
grin widened and he looked down at my breasts.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, looking at him
reproachfully. He pulled his hand away from my breast and stared
at me a moment.

This time the sigh came through the nose.  "Alright, then, just
do it to me with your hand," he said, resigned.

I let go immediately. "No, not now."

He flushed between anger and confusion.  "Not now?"

"No."

"I'll tell Dad," he said, the swagger of the last few months
returning.

"Go ahead."

"I mean it."

"Okay."

He looked down again.  "Couldn't you just jack me off?" he
whined.

"If you suck my pussy first."

His eyes widened.  "Wow, really?"

"You know how to do it?"

"I've seen pictures," he said.

"Where?"

"At school, some of the guys have them."

"You must be an expert then, I said, and I threw off the covers,
kicked them down and turned on my back with my son watching the
spectacle in wonderment.  I spread my legs wide and ran a finger
through my vulva.  "You know what?" I said, "You're semen is
still on my pussy.  Guess you'll have to eat that too."

"God, Mom, could you wash?"

I snorted, "Shit no.  You want some pussy, then you take what
goes with it."

Reluctantly, Ernie moved down between my legs, his face coming
within a foot of my vulva where he paused and stared. I reached
down and with each hand, I spread myself wide so that the vagina
and lips were clearly visible.  I was slick with his semen and I
had to keep gripping at myself.

"Just run your tongue around on that," I exposed my clitoris to
him.  "This is my clit.  You can make me come if you lick up
close to that."

Ernie stared at the hairy wet animal before him.  Several times
he came near, but backed up.  Then finally, he shook his head. 
"I can't, Mom."

"Ohh," I said sympathetically, encircling my clitoris with my
finger. "No jack-off then?"

"Uh, I guess not; besides, I'm not hard anymore."  He was very
embarrassed.

"Okay, babe," I nodded and flopped his now-limp penis gently with
my fingers. "But you almost had me talked into a nice fuck."

"Really?"

"Yes," I giggled. "I want to feel you inside me."

Ernie reached down under him, squeezed his crotch and tensed his
shoulders. "You're just teasing me, aren't you?" he asked,
uncertainly, his breath caught a moment.

"You do want to fuck me don't you?"

"Yes," he chuckled, excited.

"Well, you have to eat your supper first."

"Supper?" he asked.

"Pussy, baby, mamma's pussy!"  I began to raise and lower my
pelvis. 

"Okay, Mom," coming to it now with a smile.  He put one knee,
then the other up on the bed.

"Alright!" I said. "Just don't throw up on the bed.

"Gee, Mom!"

I laughed, but said nothing and raised my pubis high.  After a
half-second hesitation, Ernie quickly put his mouth on it.  Of
course he loved it. I grasped his head between my hands and
guided him around the territory.  Tom did this for me early in
our marriage, one time, but never wanted to do it again.  I was
only one-up on my son, but he didn't know that.  The virgin
tongue was clumsy, but in something like this, clumsy seemed
good.  Every time he grazed my clitoris with his tongue I lunged
toward him and groaned. 

When he was into it and had obviously found the male pleasure of
it, I spoke. "Oh, you little bastard, suck it!  Suck up one of
those lips into your mouth.  Yes, that's it. Oh boy, just think
what's coming, Ernie.  I'm going to give you the best fuck you'll
ever have!" 

He came up from me, and I looked up at him, now on his elbows,
face glowing with my wetness.  "Could we do it now?" he asked.

"Hell no," I laughed, "You make me come, and then we'll fuck."

Again, he lowered his head into the hair and I soon found myself
bucking, my abrupt groans seemed to alternate with the squeaky
sounds of his mouth to an ever increasing tempo.  When I finally
went over the top, I pulled his mouth and nose violently into my
wet tissues.  I held him there with no air, moving my hips
slowly.  He took it well at first, but after ten seconds, he
began to struggle.  I had the back of his head in my hands and I
held on.  "Ah yes, baby, that's good, that's good."

With a main effort, he wrested himself out of my hold and wheezed
loudly for air.  His eyes were round with terror and his stricken
face was white with shock. He'd been within a beat of passing
out.

"Now you can fuck the shit out of your mother," I said. 

He rose up to his knees, straightened his back and looked at me,
trembling. 

"Come on Ernie, fuck me!  I want to come with that little cock in
me!  Come on, baby!"  I held out my arms stiffly to him and he
gazed at me with confusion, I moved my mound up toward him. 

"I don't think I'm hard anymore, Mom."

"Aw, honey, are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Shit.  Maybe tomorrow, then?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna take a shower now."

"Okay, baby, go take your shower." 

"Thanks," he said, in a whisper, as he slid away and off the bed.
 He headed wearily for the bathroom, his bathroom, not mine.  His
little ass was flashing white as his form passed through the
doorframe. 

"Of course, I could always suck you back into a hard-on." I said,
"Then we could fuck." 

He paused just outside the door and stood a moment, turned around
and came back in, grinning and obviously embarrassed.  He said,
"Could you do that?"

I was posing, lying sideways to him, my breasts falling one on
top of the other.  I pulled in my stomach and rubbed my pubis.
"Sure, Ernie, I'm quite the cocksucker," I purred. I had done it
once to my husband, early in our marriage.

"He chuckled nervously and clambered back into my bed.  He
unfolded himself in front of me, his shrunken little finger of a
cock finally humbled under my eyes.


I firm my lips into a rigid ring and slide it down over his
penis, sucking it up and making it stand inside the walls of my
mouth.  I flick his foreskin with the underside of my tongue,
purring as I lap him into another youthful erection.  I will
bring him to orgasm here in my mouth and drink his semen.  I will
not allow him into my vagina today.  I will eventually, I know,
but not before I drive him to distraction.

I refuse to look at the months or the years ahead of me, and
ahead of him.   If you say I am unhappy now, I say that I was the
more unhappy before, manipulated and harassed by my own son.  At
least now, I will have some control over my life, not to mention
my child.  I will hold his interest through sex.  He will never
get from girls what I am willing to give him as a woman.  Of
course, I will mete it out in small increments but I will take
him to adventures he has not even dreamed of.  He will not want
to give them up, not for a long while.  By then he will be a
mother- fucker and he will have done it to himself. Don't you
agree?

The End

OneGallus@Yahoo.com

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