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Subject: {ASSM} Natural Mom's Organic Son (5-6/6) [mF, inc, mom, son, cuckold, creampie]
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The following is a work of FICTION.

Natural Mom's Organic Son
by DiscipleN

Copyright (c) 2002, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.
This work may not be used for any commercial purposes without prior,
documented consent from the owner.


Chapter 5

"Uh oh!" Melvin said to the refrigerator's interior.
"What is it, honey?" I looked up from my mixing bowl.
"It looks like Clifford's milk's gone bad." He lifted my son's plastic
cup. I had left it on the drain board last night, but now my husband
had discovered it in the 'fridge. I bit my lip, nervously.
"I'd better wash it out." Melvin turned to the sink. "Poor kid, he
even used plastic wrap to keep it from evaporating."
"Wait!" I yelped. "Let me see."
Melvin obeyed without a trace of suspicion. I looked through the Saran
wrap and immediately took it from his grasp.
"No, that's not milk." I said truthfully. "It's clotted cream." I
exaggerated about the slightly clumpy prick cream. "I was going to use
it later today."
My husband made a sour face. "Well don't put it in anything I plan on
eating. I'd hate to think of this stuff running down my chin. It
reminds me of semen, but it's not watery enough."
Clifford looked up from the table where he was drawing with crayons,
waiting for breakfast. He didn't say anything.
I cooked waffles. They were a smash hit. We ate them with grapefruit
halves and milk. The day began. Melvin embarked upon stalking the wild
account. I began cleaning the dishes. Clifford showed me his picture.
"Look mommy, it's you!" He was careful to keep his colorful work from
the water splashing in the sink.
He had drawn a simple stick figure with two circles and dots for tits
and a triangular, cunt thatch. It was the same color as the hair on my
head.
"What's this?" I pointed at the brown scribble.
"That's your pubic hair."
"How do you know what it looks like?"
"I dunno. I saw one in that picture book. You mean you have something
different?"
I repressed an indignant cough and wiped my hands with the dish towel.
 "No honey, but yes, in some ways."
"May I see?" He asked politely.
As if there were any doubt about where this conversation was headed, I
began disrobing.
My cunt hung about a foot below his eyes. He didn't act at all
surprised, but in fact he had used the right color after all.
"Do you see what a smart boy you are?" I complimented him.
He looked up. "Can I suck on your tits?"
This time I didn't correct him. I pulled up a kitchen chair and sat
down, spreading my legs so he could stand between them. My son leaned
over and wolfed one down. Clifford steadied himself by grabbing my
waist. Mom's hand found itself soon buried inside her pussy, fucking
it slowly to the rhythm of his sucks and syncopated tit fondling.
We played at nursing in the kitchen for almost half an hour before I
couldn't stand to have another orgasm. He licked his lips as I sat up
and closed my legs. In perfect form, my son unbuttoned his pants and
pulled them and his underwear down to his knees. My favorite cock
sprung out before my eyes, closer than ever. I did manage to resist
finger-fucking myself further, as he jerked on his beautiful shaft.
I even stood up, to his immediate concern. He calmed again as he
watched me pull the white plastic cup from the fridge and unwrap his
early morning present. Seating myself again, in front of him, I warmed
it between my breasts.
A couple minutes later, I held the cup to his arched prick as he
spurted his milk of heaven into the previous issue. He looked up at me
with the satisfaction of a job well done.
"Did you want your mommy to have this?" I asked.
"Uh huh!" He nodded.
I stirred it with my middle finger and then licked that finger. "Mmmm,
it tastes so good!"
As I sipped on the double dose of creme d'la creme, Clifford watched
me resume my finger-fucking. He cocked his head at the activity but
didn't disturb me. He was certainly able to understand that this was
my way of enjoying sex by myself. I'm sure Melvin had mentioned the
practice to him.
My orgasm went beyond incredible. I don't remember being able to see
for nearly a minute after the h-bomb went off inside my skull. I
thrashed on the chair and shouted, "Oh, this is the best cum in the
world!" My tongue scoured my lips for every drop.
I slowly recovered. The cup fell to the floor, empty, licked clean by
my fingers and my tongue. My arms dangled at my side. I couldn't get
to my feet, and the room was full of bright spots. I couldn't see what
Clifford was doing, but I could feel him.
My son put a finger inside my cunt. It was wet and dripping and he
easily slid his first finger between my pussylips. I heard him say,
"cunt".
"Clifford!" I admonished. "Go to your room."
He left without a complaint.
I didn't seek out my son until Melvin returned home later that
afternoon.
My husband didn't offer me sex, and I was okay with that. He lay in
our room, absorbed in a book, and I watched TV in the living room. An
hour after Clifford had been sent to bed, I walked down the hall in my
sheer nightclothes and tapped on his door. A minute of silence later,
he opened it just enough to pass the white cup to me. I continued to
my bed where my husband failed to acknowledge my entrance, and I
climbed in under the covers. I sipped the warm cum and dreamed of
young cocks. I'm not sure Melvin even heard the slurping.
Early the next morning, my husband was more amorous. There was a chill
in the air, and he snuggled close for warmth. He woke me with kisses
traveling down my back and around my waist. I kissed him and even
frenched my tongue into his mouth. The taste of cum had long faded
into the night, and I didn't mind mixing my morning breath and sour
saliva with his. He grabbed me and pulled me close. I could feel his
hard penis through the sheet draped between us. I shook my head.
"I have to check on Clifford," Was all I said.
"Is something wrong?" He grew worried.
"Perhaps. He's been masturbating quite a lot, and I'd like to monitor
it, just in case."
I could feel Melvin's internal shiver at the thought of his son as a
sexual being. He was okay about the boy's curiosity and questions, but
the idea of intruding on his son's privacy troubled him
understandably.
"It's okay, he's been very respectful of my 'spot checks'." I smiled.
"Well, how much is too much? When I'm away on business, I miss your
love terribly. I've run into a client's bathroom to jack off thinking
about you."
How sweet, my Melvin. "Silly, it's only too much if you hurt yourself,
and from what I've seen of you, you've been staying in great shape."
That was all it took to diffuse his amorous intentions. He was as
happy as if he had cum. Extra hugs helped too.
I slipped out of bed, not bothering to don my robe over my nightgown.
I left Melvin to face the chilly morning's challenge to take a shower.
Down the hall, I entered Clifford's room and knelt by his bed. He was
still sleeping.
I kissed his small hand, and life crept into my son's inert form. His
eyes blinked, and he yawned and stretched. Finally he had crossed the
threshold into semi-consciousness.
"I love you mommy."
"I love you too, sweetheart. Do you have a present for mommy this
morning?" I looked down at his hips. There, under the bedspread a
portentous hill waited for the day's commencement.
Clifford turned on his side facing me and pulled the covers behind
him. I saw his firm cock aimed straight at my face. I looked at my arm
that lay near him.
"Would you like to use Mommy's hand this time?"
"Oh yes, mommy!" He was fully awake now, and he took my hand and
gently wrapped my fingers around his cock. It felt like every other
cock I have gripped, but it was my son's, and that made all the
difference. It's life force connected with my own.
He began pumping my hand on his hot shaft, but I wasn't long in adding
my own efforts to his. Soon, I was jacking him off without his help.
The new sensations were too much for him.
"Mommy, where's the cup?"
"That's okay honey, just let yourself go." I opened my mouth.
It may have been the sight of my lips ready to catch his seed that
triggered his first spurt of hot cum. It impacted on my tongue. I was
jacking him wildly, and the second missed to score on my right cheek. 
My hand kept pumping jet after jet into my eager face. The final score
was about fifty-fifty. I decided to save the half that I hadn't
swallowed and licked only the area that my tongue could reach.
 Clifford was flush with his orgasm and beamed fully red-faced from
delight. "Oh mommy, it never felt that good before!"
I kissed him lightly so at not to disturb the cum on my cheeks, and I
told him to get ready for breakfast. I returned to my room.
"Oh no, honey what happened!" Melvin was walking out of the shower.
The sight of my face showered with pure white cum that tickled with
life confused my trusting husband.
"Bad timing." I told him. As he exited it, I walked into the bathroom
and shut the door behind me. I managed to wash everything else without
a drop of water diluting the mask of my son's ejaculation.
Melvin finally cornered me in the kitchen. "Clifford, could you leave
the room, while I talk to your mother?"
"No." He answered simply.
"Then you'll have to hear this in front of your mother."
"What is it, Melvin?" I took the pressure off my son.
"What is it? You've got that stuff on your face. It can't be what I
think it is."
"Of course it is, dear. It's your son's dried cum. I read in a very
expensive magazine that it's good for the skin. I figure why not take
advantage of a dumb mistake on my part."
"Clifford, did she do anything to you this morning you don't feel
right about?" He studied his son.
"No! Stop picking on her." The boy shouted.
"Look son, I just want to make sure that you aren't being subject to
bad behaviors. I love you. I'm your father."
Clifford thought for a moment, fishing for treasure. "If you're a good
father, then you need to go to work. Isn't that what you're suppos' to
do? Don't be late."
Melvin faced the first challenge to his authority, and I think he
handled as well as he could. He looked at me with worry written all
over his face, like the cum flakes slowly peeling off of mine. "Honey,
you don't need that stuff. You have the nicest skin a husband could
want."
"It's not for you, Melvin." I patted his shoulder and handed him his
lunch bag.
Looking as if his world was crumbling before his very eyes, he stared
blankly at the floor and walked out. He whispered, "But today is
Saturday." My lover and I heard the front door open and close. We
heard the car start and drive away. I picked a flake off of my face
and let it dissolve on my tongue.
"Mommy, do you want another present?" Clifford got out of his chair
and walked over to me. His cock was bulging in his pants.
"Not right now, sweetie. You're mother wants to savor this moment." I
slowly munched on delicate cum flakes until my face was clean again.
They were particularly good with coffee.
Clifford stayed by me until his erection faded. Then he wandered out
of the kitchen. I knew he wouldn't jack off without me. I found him
playing with his toys in his room.
"Do you remember why you were sent to your room yesterday?"
"Uh huh." He nearly pouted.
"Say it." I prompted.
"I disturb'd your privacy."
"Yes you did, but today is another day. From now on, I'm going to be
your whore mommy. You can do anything you want to me."
Clifford wasn't sure heard me right. He blinked and shook his head.
When he opened his eyes again, I was still there. That's when my son
got his first and only case of nervousness. "What am I suppose to do
with a whore mommy?" Please pardon my setup for an attempt at humor.
"Anything or nothing. I am yours for whatever purpose and for however
long you like."
My redundant explanation seemed to reassure him. He considered it
carefully. I kissed his busy forehead and wandered back into my daily
routine.
More time passed than I had anticipated, but without fail, Clifford
emerged to confront me.
"Mommy, can we go to the zoo?"
"Of course we can honey." I dropped the broom in my hand and went
straight for my purse and keys. I reminded him to bundle up, and I
called a taxi.
I bought him ice cream and jelly beans until he didn't want anymore.
After a gorgeous day outside, we returned home, and I picked up my
broom and continued sweeping.

Is this the END?

NAH!



Chapter 6

My husband, Melvin Gulderson, continued to lick his lips, not wanting
to waste a drop of pussy juice. He knew that it wasn't only pussy
juice dribbling down his chin, but he still maintained a blind eye to
the affairs of his household. They had unfolded in this manner.
---------
It was late Saturday night when my husband returned home. I greeted
him with a hug and a kiss as usual, and I had prepared a wonderful
dinner. His new upswing in pay was making a real difference our lives.
He was destined to work more hours than ever before, and I wanted to
reward him for his faithful, burdened efforts.
Even Clifford was respectful of his father's role in the family. He
didn't so much as fondle me at dinner that night. Neither of us ate
much. Clifford's stomach wasn't use to so much candy, and I wasn't so
hungry, having consumed two full loads of my son's plentiful jism,
during our visit to the zoo.
He had me jack him off into a cup of ice behind a construction drape,
and watched me slurp it down, ice and all. Back at home he jacked
himself off at my face and scored much higher than I had that morning,
much to my immediate delight. At the dining table, I suddenly wished
he had mostly missed my mouth, so there would have been more flakes to
mix with my mashed potatoes. They were all I ate.
Melvin quietly dropped his napkin onto his empty plate and walked into
the living room. We heard the television roar to life. Clifford rose,
leaving an unfinished mess on his plate and he leaned into the living
room to shout, "Gee, that's loud, dad." The volume lowered right away.
I was clearing the table when Clifford took me by the hand and led me
to my bedroom.
"Take your clothes off, mommy." He was patient as I stripped. I still
wasn't wearing a bra or panties. He reached out and stroked my body
all over as I stood naked in my bedroom.
"You feel so nice." He tweaked my hard nipples with his fingers,
giving me wonderful shivers. Then he lay me on my bed and took off his
clothes. My boy was still predictable, he started by sucking on my
tits. I hugged him and kissed the top of his head as he drew his
pleasure from my voluptuous treasures. I wanted to put my hand in my
cunt and fuck myself, but he stopped me.
"No mommy, not like that." He wiped his mouth with his arm.
Then he left me lying on my bed all alone. I watched his naked butt
wobble down the hall. When he returned, I was surprised to see Melvin
following behind. My son pointed at my willing figure.
"Show me." He said.
The face my husband displayed, I had never seen before. It was
strangely otherworldly, like he had left this world and found one were
the rules let him live. My husband began began to disrobe, but only
his lower half. His now, insufficient cock was stiff and ready,
although you would never have known it from his blank expression. He
climbed on the bed and kneeled between my legs. Clifford stopped him.
"You have to wear a condom."
His dad climbed off again and went to his dresser. Clifford and I both
inspected the fit over his cuckolded penis. Again he mounted himself
between my legs and dipped his torso down. My son watched his every
move.
I felt the rubber coated head push into me, easily because I was so
wet, but why was my dear son treating his whore mother like a..? I
forget myself.
"Go ahead dad, fuck her. I want to see it all." Clifford's own hard
cock went unattended as I was fucked by my robot of a husband. My
heart went out to the boy. I promised myself I wouldn't come no matter
how long Melvin thrust himself into my dripping pussy. I think I
actually dried up somewhat under his ministrations.
"Okay, stop it!" Clifford had to shout over my husband's panting.
Melvin was starting to get into it, but just before he came, my son
ordered a cease fire. Clifford pushed his father aside and lay his
body on top of mine. He slowly fed his marvelous, milk bred cock into
my trembling cunt. I could hear Melvin jacking himself off as Clifford
pumped his meat in and out of his mother, his whore, for the very
first time. Melvin's slapping was a disgusting sound compared to the
music my son played inside and out my fertile cunt. My body wrapped
around his, and I eagerly joined into the rhythm of my original, all
natural, pure organic motherfucking.
My young, incestuous lover held himself back for as long as he could,
but I was already orgasming from his kisses and fondling hands and
especially his perfect cock drilling my fertile hole. Superb oil
gushed out of his loins and blasted it's way deep into my womb. The
highest quality baby making seed soaked my innards and delved in every
moist cleft. He cried out with lust and joy, and I joined him
screaming in blissful union. There was no doubt in my mind as to the
outcome. In nine months, another member of the family would arrive.
Melvin had come in his rubber, big deal. He watched me fuck my son
twice more that night before he wandered into Clifford's old room and
fell asleep.
I was wakened the next morning by renewed thrusting of my son. We were
quickly swept to the best orgasms. Afterward, he rose up with a wide
yawn and wandered into the bathroom. I was lying there, contemplating
perfection, when my husband's head, appeared from behind the foot
board.
"Natalie, I have a surprise for you." He said, looking nervously at
the closed, bathroom door. His glance preceded the moment my Melvin
finally acted like a man. He crawled back into his own bed and buried
his head between my thighs.
--------
My husband, Melvin Gulderson, licked his lips, not wanting to waste a
drop of pussy juice.
"Did you like it?"
"Dear," I replied, "that was a moment I'll always treasure."
Again, he glanced at the bathroom door that hid him from his son.
I told him, "I promise it will be our little secret."

-end-

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