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Subject: {ASSM} Mother's Duty (Fm oral incest) {Bette Kellis}
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Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2007 09:10:02 -0400
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Mother's Duty
a Vignette by Bette Kellis



Joe's bedroom door was closed and locked.  Though he planned to study 
for Friday's test, the odor of his mother's soiled panties crept into 
his nostrils, just enough diversion to make him fetch them from behind 
the dresser.  Sniffing the yellow stained crotch, he licked it again and
again, having to shove down his shorts as he became enormous.  Sprawled
out on his bed with the textbook opened, his thoughts were of her.

It was not only her beautiful face, cute little nose and perfectly 
shaped full lips.  It was her laugh, the way she held him close.  Her 
nipples showed through her blouses.  She always wore something sheer and
feminine.

She was the most striking and attractive female he had ever known.  Only
this year had he begun to exceed her height.  Sometimes when she came in
from a date, trailing odors of perfume, whisky and musk, she would favor
him with a slow dance on the tiled patio, where her body fit his like a
glove.

After retrieving her bra from the same cache he could smell her perfume,
_Toujours l'Amour_.  The brassiere tag read _38-EEE_.  He closed his 
eyes and he was sucking her nipples.  He worshipped her body, even if 
only from a distance.  He sighed soulfully as his hand crept to the 
upthrust manhood.

Passing barefoot in the hall, Laura heard the sigh and paused 
thoughtfully.  An inquiry trembled on the tip of her tongue, 
unnecessary, she realized, because she well knew the cause of that 
sound.

Having been raised between two brothers, she knew boys.  In this case 
she knew about her underwear behind his dresser, missing for two months,
found there within days and indulgently left in place.  When dancing 
with her son, she had noticed the huge lump that pressed her belly more
firmly even than the muscular boyfriend.  Joe's blushes had gratified 
her when she displayed herself in sheer pajama tops.  She had sniffed 
the streaked sheets and even found her panties in his bed still wet from
a night's seminal excess.

He was a lovely lad of fourteen, peach fuzz just showing on his chin, a
product of the incomparable loving of his father, dead two years in 
Iraq.  He was her son, her only child, and now the male who mattered 
most to her.  If he needed her ...  by god, she knew about that kind of
need!

In sudden resolution she tried the doorknob.  Locked!

That sealed it.  She turned off the hall light, took a hairpin from her
hair, released Joe's lock slowly to suppress the usual click and slipped
silently into the dark corner of his bedroom.

He lay in bed, well-lit by the shaded desk lamp, a schoolbook thrown 
face-down beside him.  Beyond him flickered a computer screen full of 
text.  Muscular bare legs extended.  He wore only a rumpled tee shirt.
One hand held her black embroidered support bra over his face.  The 
other, concealed by the matching lace panties, stroked his manhood.

She watched for a moment, feeling herself moisten.  His head was thrown
back, eyes clenched shut, nostrils flaring.  Not only was his face 
handsome.  Biceps bulged in the arm tensed across a belly of defined 
abdominals, a consequence of the private physical training classes to 
which she drove him every morning before school.  She had determined to
replace his lost father as much as a woman could, even to hiring special
teachers for the peculiarly masculine subjects.  Her lip curled in a 
one-sided smile.  It seemed now that her son was ready for a feminine 
subject or two.

"Could you do me a favor?" she asked.

First he froze.  Then his hands twitched and his face jerked around in 
consternation, mouth open, eyes wide.  She had a glimpse of a meaty 
crimson-headed erection, large as a kielbasa, before he levitated from 
the bed to stand across it from her, hands retaining her underwear to 
conceal his genitals.

"Muh, Mom ..." he began, trembling.  "I thought I locked the door."

She smiled brightly, careful not to look down.  "My favor needs a locked
door."

"But, but --"

She held out her arms, ignoring the unbelted housecoat fallen open.  
"Come give me a kiss."

"But, Mom, I'm, I'm --"

"You're my beloved son.  Come give me a kiss."

"I'm _naked_, Mom!"

"You think that's news to me?"  She threw the housecoat, her only 
garment, off her shoulders to crumple on the floor.  "That makes two of
us."

His expression was thunderstruck.  His eyes fell to her waltzing 
nipples.

Arms akimbo, she asked with a twinkle, "What is it, Joe?  Are you too 
big to kiss your mother or too small to kiss a naked woman?"

"Oh, god, Mom!"  He flew around the bed but stopped nearby, leaning 
forward with eyes closed and lips puckered.

She chuckled, slipped her arms around his back and pulled them tightly 
together.  "Kiss me deeply, Joe," she said before their lips met.

He allowed her to kiss him.  His arms crept around her and she felt her
released undergarments slither down her legs.  When her tongue parted 
his lips, her hands on the back of his head prevented his automatic 
withdrawal.  She stroked around his tongue, avoiding the ticklish 
palate.  Her hands slipped down his back and cupped his buttocks, 
pulling their bellies tighter, feeling him tremble as the padded glans 
popped through the triangle formed by her perineum and upper thighs.

Her hands rose to his facial cheeks and gently parted their lips.  
"About the favor I need ..." she began.

"F-favor?" he stammered.

"It's to assist me with your education."

"My ... what?"

"Women are becoming important to you, I think.  It's time you learned 
what they want."

"Oh, they _are_, Mom!  But ... but not nearly as important as _you_."

She chuckled fondly.  "That's sweet of you, Joe, and very loyal."  She 
turned away, threw the covers down his bed, doubled his pillow and 
settled herself backwards, head propped upon it.  She caught his hand 
and tugged.  "Kneel between my legs and let me show you something women
absolutely love."

He obeyed.  Crouched between her legs, he stared down at the expanse of
smooth skin, large breasts splayed to the sides of her chests, nipples 
perked.  His eyes rose at last to hers.

"But, Mom ...  You're my _mother_!"

"Who's about to do her duty by you."

"Duty?"  His eyes widened.  "Are all mothers supposed to, ah ..."

She sniffed.  "Teaching her children is a prime motherly duty, if she 
loves them.  And I do love you, Joe."

"I love you too, Mom."

"I know you do."  Her forefingers parted her labia.  "Do you see this 
lump?"

"Your clitoris," he said promptly, pronouncing it correctly.

She smiled.  "So schoolkids know more today."

He shrugged.  "I found your book."

"Which one?"

"It says it's the owner's manual for a woman's body."

"A presumptive title but actually a pretty good book.  Did you read the
part about cunnilingus?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Then let's see how well you learned the lesson."

"You mean ..."

"Put your head down."

He obeyed.  She said quickly, "Ah, Joe, start very gently.  Lick 
_around_ the clit at first...  Yes, that's much better."

She was soon twitching.  Cool thighs closed on his ears.  She opened 
them again to make sure he heard.  "_Now_ do it faster -- right on the 
button!"

She shuddered strongly amidst inarticulate cries.  Her hips began to 
oscillate.  Her hands caught the back of his head and pulled his face 
into her.  She screamed as her whole body tensed.  Then her hands closed
on his forehead and pushed him out of contact.

He rolled back on his haunches to study her.  Her shaved groin 
glistened.  She lay still, arms and legs splayed, chest heaving, breasts
lolling.

"Are you ... all right?" he asked hesitantly.

She grinned and said between gasps, "That's what ... you call ... a 
little one.  It really gets a girl ready."  Her hand raised a corner of
the thrown-off bedclothes.  "Wipe your mouth and come to me."

With his body stretched atop hers she put a hand down to guide him.  
"Notice how wet I am and how easily you slip in.  Do you see?"

"Oh, oh!  Oh god, Mom, I'm gonna come!"

"So am I.  Just don't stop!"

Her hands clutched his buttocks, amplifying his thrusts.  He moaned, a 
wavering cry submerged in her screams.  His pleasure soon shifted to the
near-pain that follows ejaculation, but unlike his fist, this form of it
was tolerable.  Mindful of her demand, he continued to thrust strongly 
as long as her cries continued.  When he withdrew, he found her 
breathing hard, upper body reddened and glowing with perspiration.

Her hand rose to grasp his dripping manhood.  "Oh, Joe, just like your 
father!"

He blinked.  "I'm as big as Dad?"

"Almost.  I meant you can stay hard after you come.  That's so good for
your woman when she's not as fast."

"My stuff ... is running out of you."

"Well, of course.  You were full of it."  She smiled lazily.  "Now _I_ 
am."

His eyes widened.  "I didn't think --  What if you're pregnant?"

She laughed softly.  "Worried about fathering yourself a brother?  You 
needn't be.  Nowadays pregnancy is up to the woman -- so long as you 
steer clear of girls your own age."

"Girls?"

"They can be very careless."  She sat up long enough to pull his head 
down on her breast.  "I'll get you some condoms when you want to try the
girls.  But I'd recommend you study mature women for a while.  I'll show
you Benjamin Franklin's comments on their advantages."

"Mature women?  Like who?"

"Oh, they're all around you.  Next month I have to spend a week in Las 
Vegas for our PDA intro.  I'll get Sandra to baby-sit you.  You remember
Sandra?"

"Oh, wow!"  His eyes grew larger.

"She'll enjoy furthering your education, I'm sure.  In the meantime how
about Mrs. Ingram, down the street?  At the last neighborhood party she
admitted loving jocks in high school.  You're not a jock but you look 
like one.  I'll bet if you offer to mow her lawn bare-chested, she'll 
have you in for a glass of lemonade and some woman juice."

"What juice?"

"You tasted it a minute ago."

"Oh.  Oh yeah!  But Mom" -- his hand rose to squeeze her breast -- "what
do I need other women for?"

Well-practiced in disentanglement, she slipped adeptly off the bed, 
retrieved her housecoat, threw it around her and stood smiling down at 
him.  "You'll figure that out, Joe."

"But, but I have you!"

"No, you don't."  She stooped long enough to gather up her underwear.  
"Once in a while, maybe, when your instruction needs touching up."

"But --  Why not every night that you don't go on a date?"

"Joe!"  She shook her head and declared solemnly, aside from twinkling 
eyes, "I'm surprised you never heard boys aren't allowed to fuck their 
mothers.  It's against the law."

END

Contacts
Bette: bettebates@comcast.net
Kellis: kellis@dhp.com

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