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Subject: Title story: "PARTRIDGE FAMILY: A Whole Lot of Lovin'" Author: Incest Man 50560602
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Date: Wed, 03 Aug 2005 09:16:45 +0000
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PARTRIDGE FAMILY: A Whole Lot of Lovin'
Keith was one fried Partridge.
First of all, he was supposed to be in a rock band. But his band's rhythm
section was little kids who could barely count, let alone keep up a beat.
And he was supposed to be the singer of this band, belting out lyrics about love
and kissing and that kind of stuff. Not too hot, maybe, but he was supposed to
put some feeling into it, wasn't he? But to whom does he sing these lyrics? To
his sister Laurie, on keyboards. OK, she had a pretty cute face, with long
swinging brown hair, but she was skinny as a straw and flat as a board. Lots of
motivation there. Or he could sing to his Mom. His Mother, for cripe's sake.
Yeah, she was pretty and she had a good body, what anyone could see of it
underneath the jackets and pants she always wore -- but she was his MOM!
Oh, and he was supposed to be the heartthrob, too. The one the girls swooned
over. Only they seemed to spend an awful lot of gigs singing to old folks or
preschoolers. And when they did get an audience with at least a few girls who
were somewhere between almost old enough to drive and not quite old enough for
Social Security, Mom says he's got to stay in the motel room with his little
brothers and curfew's at 10! Boy, the groupies really go for playing Go Fish
with your whole family. Yeah, right.
But this was it. This was the rule he couldn't take. Their manager, Reuben,
tells him he's been, what was it? "Wearing your shirts kinda wild, Keith. Can't
you button them up? You know, all the way? You'll look a lot better, then, kid.
Trust me!"
Keith didn't even bother to argue. He could tell Reuben was just passing along
another one of Mom's rules. But, for crying out loud, it's not like he was
wearing a codpiece or sticking out his tongue like those British groups did. A
couple of measly buttons open! He didn't even have any chest hair, what was she
afraid of?
He was determined to have it out with Mom over this one. But that was one of the
many problems of being in a family of five kids: When could you ever get someone
alone to have a real discussion? Without Danny sticking his sarcastic nose in or
one of the twerps whining about something?
He tried all day, but either they were all in rehearsal or Mom was talking about
stuff with Reuben or it was dinner or something. Finally it was bed-time;
luckily they got to spend that night at home because the gig was so close. Keith
put on his pajamas -- better button those up to the top, he thought to himself
-- and sat in bed listening as everyone else washed and got into bed.
When everything was quiet, he peeked down the hall. It was dark, but he could
see a thin strip of light underneath his Mom's door. She still used the big
bedroom down the hall, the one she and Dad had used before he died. Keith padded
down the hall, barefoot, being careful not to wake anyone along the way.
He was thinking about exactly what he was going to say, rehearsing it in his
mind the way they rehearsed those sugary songs over and over again. On auto
pilot, he opened the door without knocking, while debating to himself whether to
mention that part about the chest hair. He took a step into the room - and
stopped cold.
His mom was sitting at her dressing table, facing away from him. With the angle
of the door and the mirror in front of her, he realized she couldn't see him
unless she looked very carefully.
But he could see her very clearly. She was brushing her short blonde hair,
smoothing down the 'do that made her look like a pixie. A very beautiful pixie,
though, with cute dimples and bright blue eyes and a full mouth, still shiny red
with lipstick.
A very sexy pixie, too. Because Mom had nothing on but a pair of pink panties.
Keith could see his mother's breasts reflected in the mirror - proud, full
breasts, still as firm as a teenager's, capped by small brown aureole. Around
the short, curving back of her chair, he could see the smooth curve of her back,
dropping into wide hips and long, supple legs.
She was leaning in close to take off an eyelash when Keith approached, walking
silently on the thick blue shag rug. She didn't notice him until he put a hand
on her smooth shoulder.
Startled, she turned around and gasped. "Keith! What are you doing in here?
Why didn't you knock? If you expect me to respect your privacy, you have
to..." Abruptly she dropped the outraged mother routine as she realized her
state of undress. She pressed her breasts into the back of the chair,
pushing her cleavage into a deep valley. "Get out of here this instant! I'm
not even dressed!"
That reminded Keith of his purpose. "Dressed? That's why I'm here. You told
Reuben to make me button my shirt, didn't you? How do you like this?" He quickly
undid the buttons of his pajama tops and flung the shirt aside.
"What are you talking about?" Shirley Partridge, misreading her son's gesture,
rose from the chair and backed away from him. She held her arms out to keep him
away, affording him a close-up, unimpeded view of her slender, shapely body.
Forgetting his anger, Keith drank in her beauty. His eyes roamed up and down:
the gentle slope of her breasts, rising above her smooth, hard belly; the
promise of a few curly blonde hairs peeping above the lacy waistband of her
panties and around the sides of the silken fabric so closely sculpted to her
vulva; deeply tanned legs. As he gazed, a very natural reaction took place, one
that didn't escape his mother's horrified look.
"This has gone on long enough," she said, in a voice stern but softened by a
slight quaver. "You have to ... Oh, my God, Keith, look at you!" He followed her
eyes to his crotch, where his cock had stiffened and grown, tenting out several
inches and straining the combined forces of his briefs and PJ bottoms. The full
magnitude of what was happening seemed to hit him then, but it didn't pull him
back, it only made him bolder. Without a word, he advanced on his mother,
brushing aside her defenses. He took her in his arms and kissed her hard, his
tongue pushing between her lips and muffling her protests. He felt her breasts
warm against his chest. His cock, still confined by his clothes, pressed against
the silk of her panties. His right hand slipped down to her butt, caressing and
squeezing. He brought it up again to the small of her back and then eased it
into the gap between the panties' waistband and her skin, rubbing her cheeks and
pushing a finger into the crack between them. All the while his mom pushed at
his shoulders and tried to maneuver her face away from his hot kisses.
When at last he broke the kiss, she burst into protest. "Keith, how could you!
I'm your mother! Get out now, and we'll talk ..."
Instead of moving away, Keith had kept his left hand behind her back. Reaching
down with his right, he slipped it behind her knees and brought it up smoothly,
lifting his mother off her feet and cradling her in his arms. "You won't let me
go out with other girls, Mom," he murmured to her. "I guess I'll have to get
what I need at home."
In seconds he had carried her to the bed and tossed her onto the middle of it,
shucked off his remaining clothes and ripped her panties off, yanking them down
her legs and tossing them aside.
Shirley tried to roll away but her son grabbed both her hands in his and jumped
atop her, using his greater strength to hold her at bay while his legs forced
hers apart.
Looking down, he saw her fully exposed now, the tumble of hair atop her mound,
the pink of her pussy lips. His mother, naked and at his mercy.
"You know what's going to happen, Mom," he said through teeth clenched by the
effort to hold her down. "You should have expected this. How many love songs
have I had to sing to you? How many times have I had to look you in the eyes and
sing about kissing you and holding you close? It's no use fighting. I'm gonna do
it. I'm gonna put my cock inside you and fuck your ass off. Come on, Mommy."
Tears were rolling down Shirley's cheeks and her breath was shallow and
irregular. "Please!" Her forehead furrowed as she begged her son not to rape
her. "I'm your mother, Keith! Think about what you're doing. You don't want to
do this. Stop now, and we can deal with this in the morning! Oh, please,
Keith, no!"
Ignoring her pleas, Keith stabbed at her pussy with his thick, hard dong.
"Damn," he said, "you're dry. Come on, let me in!" He pushed and poked, but only
irritated the head of his cock as it scraped along his mother's unwilling cunt.
He let go of one of her hands and brought his right to his lips to lick the
fingers. Shirley tried to push him off, but she couldn't budge when she pushed
on his chest and he twisted his face away when she reached for him there.
Meanwhile, he put his fingers down to her crotch and rubbed her pussy. To her
dismay, her juices soon began to flow and her son was able to stick a finger
inside her, stroking her until she was well lubricated.
"It's not too late," she sobbed. "Please, oh, please, stop now. Keith, please,
don't do it! Don't..." She sighed as she felt his cock slip past her entrance
and slide deep into her cunt.
"Yess! Yes, Mom, I'm doing it! I'm fucking you! Feels good, doesn't it? Fucking
your son? Mommy likes to fuck her little boy, doesn't she?" Savagely Keith
slammed his cock into his mother's hot, wet box, burying it to the hilt and
pressing her ass into the mattress. "God, Mom, you're so tight! I can feel you
all the way in! God, that feels so good!" He bent down and pressed his lips to
hers; her resistance weakened and he stuck his tongue all the way into her
mouth. Pressing down on her body, he could feel her nipples now standing erect
as they rubbed against his smooth chest. At first she used her legs to try to
buck him off, but it was futile and Shirley gave up. She held herself as stiff
as she could while her son plunged into her. The unfamiliar sensations got to
him quickly and he shot his wad inside her. "Oh, no! Oh, Keith, no!"
Within seconds his cock had deflated and he collapsed on top of her sweaty body,
nuzzling her neck lazily.
"Keith, get up. Get up, honey," she pleaded. Tears were running down her face as
she begged her son to go. "Oh, Keith, please, it's over now. Please let me go.
Oh, God, honey, what you've done!"
He whispered in her ear. "I don't regret any of it, Mom. It was great. Oh, it
felt so good!"
"Keith, don't say that! Please!" Her voice broke. "I don't know what I did to
make you hate me so, but we can talk about that. We'll work things out. Now ..."
"I don't hate you, Mom. I love you. No, I really do. I - I'm sorry if I was
rough, but you turned me on so much. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever
seen." Even as he said it, Keith felt himself growing hard again. Shirley could
feel it too, her son's cock expanding within her, once again stretching the
walls of her cunt and pressing into her. "Oh, no, not again! No, Keith, please!"
But her son resumed the rhythm of his fucking. This time he took it slowly,
lovingly, easing his rod out and slipping it back in past the caress of her
tight pussy lips, ever so slowly pressing it into her as the pillowy wetness of
her cunt gave way to his gentle pressure. Shirley moaned as her son tenderly
licked her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking. Warmth flooded
her body as his cock brushed past her clitoris, sending a shudder of excitement
through her. "No, no, this isn't right," she murmured, almost to herself. "I'm
your mother, Keith! A mother can't make love to her own son! No, we should stop,
now. This is all wrong." The last words came out as a gasp as her legs parted
and Keith pushed even deeper into her. She spread himself for him and Keith
released her hands.
Steadily he pressed his cock into his mother's now willing cunt. She embraced
him and kissed him hungrily, their tongues meeting in an electric shock of
delight. Shirley began to match his rhythm, her hips rising to meet his thrusts.
Her own pussy juices and her son's cum matted their pubic hair as their crotches
ground together.
Shirley raised her legs into the air, bringing her heels down onto her son's
ass, urging him into her. "Deeper, Keith, deeper! Yes, that's it. Keep it slow.
You're so good, sweetie. Oh, I've missed this so much. You're the best lover
I've ever had!"
Keith pulled his cock out all the way, drawing a groan of dismay from his mom.
He teased her lips with it, rubbing up and down, pushing just the very tip past
the slippery folds and then withdrawing. Then all at once he pressed it home.
"Aaaaaah! Yes, that's it! Harder, now, harder! Fuck your mother!"
Keith slipped his arms behind her thighs and lifted his mother's legs higher,
giving him total access to her fiery cunt.
Shirley bucked wildly as wave after wave of orgasm wracked her body while Keith
kept plunging his cock in and out. She was on a roller coaster of delirium. Her
legs flew out of Keith's grasp as she began to flail about, her feet bouncing up
and down on the mattress, her head wildly thrashing on the pillow. Suddenly she
closed her legs around her son's slim hips and hugged him to herself tightly.
"Aaaaah! I'm cumming, Keith! Yesssssssss!"
As her orgasm subsided they clung to each other, breathing hard, sweat pouring
off them and soaking the crumpled sheets.
"That was fantastic, sweetheart," Shirley cooed. "The best I've ever had.
Mmmmmm, you're still so hard!" Tenderly she pushed him off her, motioning him to
lie on his back. She squatted above him, her soaking wet pussy poised above his
cock, still stiff as a flagpole. "Now I'm going to do all the work, Keith," she
told him. "You just lie back and enjoy it." Using her left hand for balance on
the bed, she reached down with her right and stroked his slippery rod. "Mmmmmm,
that feels good. Do you know how long it's been since I've had a stiff cock in
my hands? It's been far too long, baby. But we're going to change that, aren't
we?" Holding his cock straight, she lowered himself onto her son, shivering as
it went in.
Keith watched as his mother's pussy lips parted easily and his rod slipped
inside. Shirley slowly eased him all the way in and held him there. He began to
buck up at her, but she wagged a finger at him. "Don't move. I'm going to do every-
thing." It was a commanding but nurturing voice, one he'd heard all his life
telling him to eat all his vegetables or put on his mittens or stay away from
strangers. But now it was teaching him about sex, incredible sex with a
beautiful, hard-bodied woman who happened to be his own mother.
He groaned in surprise as he felt her pussy walls contract around his cock.
"Like that, huh?" his mother asked. "That's just one of the tricks you'll
learn." She held him inside her and squeezed and released his cock with her cunt
muscles, massaging him until she heard his breath began to quicken. "Not quite
yet, young man," she said, releasing her grip. Giving him a moment or two to
recover, she then began to raise and lower herself on him, rising until he was
almost out and then pushing down. His cock bent slightly before it slid into her
hole all the way, up and down, up and down.
She wiggled as she lowered herself, sending new fission's of delight through her
son's body. "Not bad for an old lady, am I?"
"God, you're great!" Keith took in huge gulps of air and let them out in
shuddering gasps. Doing as his mother instructed, he reached up and took her
breasts in his hands, kneading the firm flesh and feeling the stiff nipples rub
across his fingertips. Still his mother kept up her rhythm, driving herself down
onto his cock. She played him like an instrument, always stopping just before he
plunged over the edge to orgasm.
When he thought at last she would finish him off, Shirley instead lifted off his
cock completely. Swinging a leg over, she then squatted over his face and began
to lower her steaming cunt to his mouth.
"Time for a new trick," she said. "Now, you'll have to be very gentle.
Don't worry, it won't bite. Put your tongue out. Lick me. Mmmmmm, that's
it. Keep going. Now push it insi... aaaaaahhhhh. Bring your hand up. Rub
me. Can you feel a little button? Just a big higher...yessssss! Yes, lick
that! Suck it. Suck it!"
As Keith lapped away at his mother's pussy, she bent down and took his cock into
her mouth. He let out a deep, deep groan as she pressed her lips around his
shaft and tickled the tip of his cock with her hot tongue. Soon she was sliding
up and down his cock as he was licking her pungent cunt, holding her ass in both
hands as he pressed her down onto his face. Shirley took her son's cock all the
way into her mouth, feeling the tip press against her throat as the bristly
hairs on his balls tickled her nose.
Again she stopped just before he came. She crawled off him on her hands and
knees toward the head of the bed and motioned him to come up behind her.
Reaching back with her right hand, she guided his cock into her cunt again. On
his knees behind her, Keith slid it home and bent over her, grabbing his
mother's tits in both hands as he passionately drove his rod into her burning
hot pussy. Knowing nothing could stop him now, Shirley matched his fast pace as
he slammed into her cunt again and again. Mother and son bucked in unison,
shaking the bed back and forth with the force of their passion. Shirley's hands
dug into the edge of the mattress as she moaned in ecstasy. Keith felt an
explosion inside him and shouted out, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Mom, I'm
cumming!" Jets of jism throbbed through his cock and blasted into his mother's
cunt. As the first hot spurts flew out Shirley joined his shouts. "I'm cumming
too! Yess, Keith, give it to me! Give it all to me! AAaaaaggggghhhhh!"
When it was all over they lay next to each other on the bed, nestled in a
sweaty embrace. "Next time we go out on the road, Keith," Shirley whispered,
"I'm going to tell Reuben you're old enough to have a room of your own. ... And
I think I deserve one, too, don't you?" She smiled at her son as he nuzzled her
breasts. "Mmmmmm. And I think I'll tell him to let you wear your shirts however
you like, too."
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