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Sordid Conception Part 3/7
"Hmm!" he grunted. "Wake up, sleepyhead." She massaged his back for a moment and
he raised his head up and turned it toward her. "What time is it?" he asked,
yawning. "About 8:30. You have some friends over last night?" "Yeah, a few guys.
I could use some more sleep," he muttered and lay his face down on the pillow.
"You can sleep later," Sharon said, "Brenda will be here soon." "Oh yeah," he
said, a smile appearing on his lips. "Oh yeah is right. So get up and get in the
shower. I'm going to call Brenda." Sharon left his room when she was sure he was
getting up. She walked back to her bedroom, sat on her bed and called Brenda on
the bedside phone. Her other son, Chris, answered their phone. "Hi, Chris."
"Morning, Mom. What are you up to this morning?" "Just got back from work. Is
Brenda there?" "Yeah...say, what are you guys up to anyway?" Sharon played dumb,
hoping Chris wasn't on to what they were planning. "What do you mean up to?"
"She's been over there a lot lately. What are you girls hatching?" "It's a
surprise," Sharon said sweetly. "Someone we know has a birthday coming up." It
was Chris's birthday in a few weeks. "Oh, all right! Well, I won't spoil your
surprise. Here's Brenda." "Hi, Sharon." "Hi. I just made Chris think we are
working on something for his birthday. Are you coming over to get that item?"
"Yes, that sounds great, Sharon." She was obviously playing up her end of the
conversation for Chris's benefit. "We could go shopping up at Chapel's Gate...
they have that new K-mart." 'Clever girl is giving herself an alibi for being in
Chapel's Gate,' Sharon thought with a smile. "Brenda, be here at 9:30. O.K.?"
"Yes." Brenda said. "All right, I'll see you then. Bye-bye." Sharon hung up the
phone and spent a few minutes taking off the sheer white, thigh-high hose she
wore under her uniform. Leaving on her white blouse and skirt, she walked back
to Brad's room.
Brad stepped from the shower and began drying himself with a towel. His head had
just the hint of a hangover, so he dried his hair very carefully, moving the
towel slowly through his hair without moving his head. He was drying himself
between the legs when he heard his mother call him from his bedroom. He went to
the door to find his mother sitting on his bed. She had that look in her bedroom
eyes. "Brenda coming over?" he asked. He hoped she was going to say no. Then
maybe those bedroom eyes were going to lead to a morning fuck right on his bed.
And she was wearing her uniform to boot! "Yes," his mother said and his heart
sank. Then she added, "We do have a little time before she gets here." She got
up, walked over to him and offered him her hand. He threw his wet towel toward
the shower stall and took her hand. His mother led him to his bed. "Sit down,
baby," she said. He sat down on the side of the bed with both feet on the floor
and his mother sat on his left, close to him, with a leg drawn up under her. Her
left hand began massaging his dangling penis, her palm stroking the top of it
lovingly. "So, Nurse Larrington, are you here to get my sperm sample?" he said,
hugging her to him. "If you don't mind," she said with a smile, knowing the
answer. "I mean, what kind of mother would I be if I didn't offer you a hand."
Brad kissed her on the lips, then began nibbling her right earlobe as her hand
hoisted his hardening prick up and she began beating him slowly. "We don't have
time for any hi-jinx," she said when he rubbed her tits through her blouse.
Something in her voice told him she wished that they did. "Oh, Mom, you're no
fun!" he said jokingly as her hand cranked up and down on his burgeoning
erection. Her small hand could only get a little more than halfway around his
circumference but she used it well, rotating her hand as she stroked. "That
feels great, Mom....hmmm, yeah." His cock was at full attention now and aching
for more than a motherly handjob. He could do that himself. "How about sucking
me?" he said to his mother, again rubbing her tits through her blouse. He could
feel her hard nipples through the material and the bra she was wearing. "That
was my plan all along, you silly goose" she said, kissing him again, giving him
a hint of tongue. "I was thinking about it all night at work. I thought the
shift would never end." She slid to her knees on the floor and moved be- tween
his legs. Brad leaned back on his elbows, looking forward to the oral sperm
collection his wild mother was going to perform on him. "Now, you let me know
when the time comes," she said, obviously referring to when he was going to
shoot. "You gonna catch it in your hand or what?" "No, I'll use this," she said,
picking up a wine glass on his bedside table that he hadn't noticed. She put the
glass back down and then lifted his cock straight up in the air. She dipped her
face and planted a kiss on the underside of his swollen glans. "Brenda's coming
over, so no horsing around. You let me know!" "I will! Now suck me off!" he
said. She scooted a little closer and took his cock in her mouth, her thin lips
stretching around his girth as she swallowed about half of his erection, all she
could possibly handle. "Yeah, suck me, Mom....uuhhh...shit, I love it.... aahh!"
he grunted as his mother copulated his cock, watching her hand and mouth move in
concert up and down, up and down. Brad liked being sucked almost as much as
fucking pussy. There was something about his dick in a girl's mouth that really
excited him to no end. A girl could just lay there and her pussy could be doing
nothing. But when a girl used her mouth, then you knew if she was really hot for
you. Especially if they swallowed - that was true love! His mother would suck
him but she always wanted him up her cunt when he finished. Rarely would she
take him all the way with her mouth. But, hey, he wasn't complaining. Blasting
her puss with his load was awesome! "You are one sloppy cocksucker," he said, in
a good way, down to her. Spit was running down from her lips to pool around her
fist. Sucking cock made her saliva glands really go to town and he usually gave
her some good natured ribbing about it. She gave him a look as if to say I'll-get-you-for-
that as she drew her lips right up to the crown of his cock. Then she tightened
her grip with her right hand and milked upward on his prick until her hand met
her lips. She slurped down all the spit on the top of her hand and then popped
her mouth off his glistening pole. "There....all better," she said. "Mom, I'm
not complaining," Brad said with a laugh, rubbing her left arm which was draped
on his thigh. "You can drool on it all you want!" "Brad! Really, you are so
gross sometimes, honey," she said, acting all offended. "Mom, no one sucks me
better," he said. That wasn't the truth but she wanted to hear him say it.
"Thank you, Brad," she said, all happy again, her hand jacking his dick with
long tugs. "Do you think you're close?" "I could go anytime you want," Brad
admitted. "I could stall it but that's not why we're here, right?" "All right,
then, uh....why don't you stand up. It'll make this easier." She scooted back
some, taking the glass from the table, as he stood up in front of her. He
immediately fell in love with the arrangement. He'd never had his mother on her
knees like that she'd always sucked him in a bed. His prick was right in line
with her pretty mouth - it was perfect! "I like you on your knees like this," he
told her, not shy in expressing himself. "Promise me, you'll do this again."
"Does this make you feel all macho?" she asked, fisting his cock again with her
right hand. "Like when you fuck me from behind?" He could tell she was digging
it too. The way she had said the word fuck, making it sound raunchy, was a sure
sign of that. "Just like," he said. "Now be a good mother and suck!" He placed
his hands on her head as she gulped his fat cock back into her mouth. She looked
so slutty sucking his dick, her cheeks going concave as her hand jacked him, the
wine glass at the ready. "Beautiful....uuhh....suck me good.....this doesn't
count, you know....I'm gonna fuck you tonight..uuuhh... I can tell you need...a
good fucking." His mother was in no position to argue with his lip-stretching
erection stuffed in her mouth. She looked up at him and went right on sucking.
In thirty seconds, he was ready to explode. "I'm gonna cum!" he panted down at
her. She hurriedly yanked her mouth off him and stuck his cockhead in the glass
as she continued to milk his boner with her hand. "O.K.!" she said. A few jerks
on his prick and he was shooting. He watched the first long spurt of his cum
splash against the top of the tilted glass. "Oh!" he heard his mother gasp as
his vision got all blurry. He put some of his weight on the top of her head as
his knees got shaky and he spurted again into the glass. Then he felt his
mother's mouth swallow him again and he pulsed more cum over her tongue before
he was finished. His vision sharpened to find his mother sitting the glass on
the bedside table by feel as she nursed on his tingling prick. "Mmmmmm, that was
goooooood!" he said, taking his hands off her head. She sucked on him for a few
more seconds, then she kissed his drooping erection before standing up. Her face
was all flush and she gave him a quick kiss. "I'm going to take this down and
put it in a con- tainer I brought from the hospital," she said, lifting the wine
glass in her hands. She started to head out of the room and he gave her ass a
playful squeeze. "Thanks, Mom. I look forward to tonight." She sort of
hesitated, giving him steamy look, and then she went downstairs.
'God, that boy can get me horny!' Sharon thought as she went downstairs. The way
he talked and touched her always made her heart go like a rabbit. Her panties
were damp between her legs from the blowjob she had given him and her body felt
all alive now. The tired- ness from working the overnight shift was gone. She
opened her purse which she had left on the kitchen table and took out the small
plastic container. She removed its lid and then poured a good portion of Brad's
sperm into it, resealing it when she was through. The wine glass she took to the
sink and washed out thoroughly before putting it in the dishwasher with some
dishes from the previous night. She started the machine through its wash cycle.
There was a knocking at the front door and Sharon went to answer it. Brenda was
waiting out on the front porch. "Hi. I'm a little early," Brenda apologized.
"That's O.K., dear. Come on in. Brad's done his business." Both of them laughed
as they went into the kitchen. Sharon handed her the container and Brenda tucked
it carefully into her purse. "That was good thinking this morning with Chris,"
Brenda said. "He doesn't suspect anything, does he?" "Chris? No, he was just
joking around. But it is a good excuse for my coming over here so often."
"You're going up to Chapel's Gate right now?" "Yeah, I better get going. I'll
call you tomorrow when I hear the verdict ...you know, Sharon, for someone that
worked all night, you look good," Brenda said. "You've really got good high
color." "Really?" Sharon said. "Well, its the excitement of what we're doing, I
guess. Have a safe trip," she said as they walked to the front door. Brenda
walked out to her car, got in and drove away. 'Thank goodness she wasn't any
earlier,' Sharon thought, watching her drive away. It wouldn't have been a
disaster Brad just would have had to finish by himself. "Was that Brenda?" Brad
said behind her. She turned to see him sitting down at the kitchen table through
the archway of the front room. He'd put on a pair of shorts and combed his damp
hair back. "Yes," she said, walking through the front room toward the kitchen.
"Did she comment about why that sperm was still warm?" Brad said and began to
laugh as he put both arms over his head, stretching his chest and shoulders like
a jungle cat. "Oooooh, Brad!" she exclaimed, coming up behind him and grabbing
him by the neck. "What kind of a boy am I raising?" "My raising is over, Momma,"
he replied, dropping his arms back to his side and tilting his face back at her.
"I think you did a pretty good job." "Yeah, you turned out pretty good," Sharon
said, letting her hands run down onto his chest. They had a moment then, eyes
locking and passing loads of infor- mation. Brad's hands moved over hers and she
licked her lips which were suddenly dry. "Mom, I think we ought to go upstairs
right now," Brad said softly, pushing his damp head against her stomach. She
knew what he meant and he had read her like a book. She was still all wound up
from before and the thought of going upstairs to just sleep was not appeal- ing.
Not when she had her Brad. She hated herself for the lack of willpower but she
needed her baby, not sleep. "Make sure all the doors are locked," she said
simply and headed upstairs, her fingers undoing the buttons of her blouse.
"Oh, baby....let me do it...that's it....leave it still," Sharon panted against
her son's shoulder in the early morning daylight filtering through the sheer
window curtains. She felt his hands release her ass and slide up onto her back.
They began a slow up and down rub, starting at the beginning swell of her butt
and going up to her mid-back. She took a few deep breaths, settling down a
little from the energetic fucking he had been giving her. Laying on his powerful
body with her tits squashed against his chest, she could feel his heart as well.
They had started with her on top for a little variety. She knew it was his least
favorite fucking position but it was her second favorite and he had felt she
deserved her choice after helping him with his sperm sample. She pushed her
upper body up off his, her hands putting all her weight on his collarbones. He
was grinning up at her. "I think I can go all day, Mom. That blowjob is going to
make me last." He gave his half-buried erection, which was sticking in her pussy
at a 45 degree angle, a slow thrust until it was all the way inside her. Then he
lowered his ass back down, drawing it out again. "That's big talk," she said,
working her cunt muscles on his cock tip. His eyes closed and he looked like he
was enjoying what she was doing, so she kept it up for several moments, slowly
adding a rocking motion with her hips that began to slide him in and out of her
hair-fringed honeyhole. "I bet I can get you off twice before you can make me
blow again," he said, looking up at her. "I think that would be a sucker's bet,
baby," she said, screwing herself slowly on his manhood. Sharon was sure her son
probably would get her off at least twice she'd almost orgasmed a few minutes
ago, before she had stopped him and taken over their coupling. "If you're so
hot, let's cut out this slow shit," Brad complained, his hands stroking her
sides. The boy only knew one speed when it came to fucking. She'd been trying to
get him to learn to enjoy a nice, slow screw but this morning she wasn't going
to try to reason with him. "This better?" she said softly as she began to truly
fuck herself on his man-spike. Brad grunted up at her and his hands grabbed her
moving ass again. "That's the way to fuck, Mom!" Brad said, letting her do the
dirty work for awhile. With her feet and calves pressing against his legs, she
bounced her hips up and down, taking his cock to a higher angle of ascension.
Her slick pussy after their initial fucking felt wide open, easily taking his
thick erection into her forbidden depths again and again. "Uhhh," she gasp as
the wave of utter lewdness washed over her all at once. That one crystallizing
moment of awareness that always took her breath away and shook her to the core.
The moment sometimes did not come but usually it did. There were occasions when
neither of them spoke in a darkened bedroom. There were occasions when she'd
close her eyes through most of the act and just enjoy the sex for what it was.
But usually the moment came as it did now. It was particularly powerful this
time because she was the one in control. She was the one gyrating her stuffed
sex on her own son's proud prick. "Uhhhh...God...oh God!" she wailed, digging
her fingernails into Brad's shoulders as she threw her mature womanhood faster
and faster on his tumescent teen organ. Like always, this was the time when she
felt most alive. She reveled in the wickedness of their act, wishing that they
didn't have to keep their true relationship a secret. She wished she could tell
the whole world how fantastic it felt to fuck her flesh and blood. Brad's hands
gripped her undulating ass tighter and he began to drive his brawny broadsword
of a cock up into her humping hole. "Mom!.....Fuck it!....Come on my dick!" Brad
hissed up at her. "Yesssss...uuuuummm....uhh....oh, you're....you're.
..AAAAHAHHHH!" Sharon shrieked as her cunt convulsed in orgasm and she fell onto
Brad's body where she shuddered uncon- trollably in his grasp as her loins
liquefied around his still lunging cockshaft. She rode the depraved
rollercoaster of her toe-curling climax until she was left gasping and weak, her
son's erection waiting patiently in the warmth of her womb.
'God, she is hot this morning!' Brad thought as his mother lay sprawled on him,
her crazy pussy squeez- ing his cock in a decreasing spiral of contractions. He
had to be the luckiest guy in town - hell, in the state! His friends were out
chasing girls their own age - girls that would usually lead you on and give you
nothing or give it to you and then not know what they were doing. He'd had his
relatively young mother, an experi- enced lover that had showed him so much. And
would keep on showing him. He'd noticed that she had stopped dating any men for
almost the last year. She was all his for as long as he wanted her. "Oooooh,
that was heavenly," she murmured. It had been good but he was ready for more and
in another position. He slid his hands up onto her back and slowly rolled their
bodies over until she was on her back. His cock slid out of her on the change-
over since they hadn't practiced the maneuver. "Don't take it out," she
whispered, her calves crossing on the back of his thighs to protest her
emptiness. She'd opened her eyes and he smiled at her as he leaned back on his
haunches. "I'm not through with you yet," he promised, sliding his hands between
his hips and her clasping thighs. He grabbed the back of her knees and pushed
her legs toward her head, lifting her hips up slightly. "Let me," she said. She
let her knees fall open and he took his hands away as she brought her legs back
further, her own hands grasping the back of her knees. His dick bobbed up and
down at the hot sight of his mother - her knees pressed against her upper arms,
her little feet sticking straight up in the air and her pink sex, all open and
elevated for his pleasure. "Shit, Mom! You are so good to me," he said as he
moved over her. He fit the end of his prick into the open throat of her sex and
filled her swampy snatch with his whole cock in a single motion. "Uuuhhhmmmm,
baby," she breathed throatily as he entered her. "Doesn't that feel fucking
good?!" he grunted, pressing in as far as he could, his balls laying on her ass.
"You know it does," she said hotly, cupping his face with her hands, letting his
forearms hold her legs back. "Like you know this way gets me off
quicker...you're not playing fair." She was referring to their bet. "What do you
care? Even if you lose, you win," he said and began to fuck her. He fucked his
whopper of a cock in and out of her oily, pink pussy, watching her face reflect
every thrust. A closing of the eyes.....a panting breath through parted
lips....a sideways toss of the face into the pillows - he loved being able to
bring his mother this kind of pleasure even if it was a by-product of his own
kinky needs. Yes, he knew what they did was perverse in the eyes of many. An
intimacy like theirs was supposed to be destructive, undermine values and lead
to God knew what. "Uuuuuhh....uuummmm....oh!...OH!...uuuummmm," his mother
moaned under him. Brad didn't care where it all led to. His mother could hate
him when he found a girl and settled down and cut her off.....he could hate her
if she found a man and remarried and said the incestuous affair was over. He
really wouldn't care because he'd had so much fun, experienced what few did and
have thousands of memories just like this to recall. "Take my cock, Mom," he
said, getting back into the act. "Aaahh, shit! Spread that pussy for me!" He
began fucking her harder, feeling the early rumblings of his next climax. He was
sure he could get her off again but winning his bet was in serious doubt. He
should have known that once he got on top, he was going to find it harder not to
finish. "UUuuuuUUUHHHH.....UUUUUMMM.....OOooooooomMMMMM," his appreciative
mother huffed as his hips slapped against the back of her thighs. Her squirrelly
pussy took his driving dick again and again. "Youhotlittlemother!" Brad said in
a rush and lowered himself completely on her, pushing her legs back further. He
kissed her like their was no tomorrow, their tongues swapping back and forth as
he fucked her lush lap. He fucked her hard for another couple of minutes, the
bed creaking under them. Then he felt her fingers down around his flashing fuck-
rod, felt her playing with her clitty and she went off under him.
"OOHHBBRAAADDDDD!....GGGGAAAAHHHHH!" his mother squealed and he felt her cunt
clamp down on his plunging prick. He felt his own body want to join her but he
stopped thrusting and the urge passed. There was no way he was going to be able
to get her off again without losing his load himself. He moved his hands inside
his mother's legs, let- ting them fall back behind him. She locked her heels
behind his ass as he kissed and teased her right ear- lobe. He supported most of
his weight on his left elbow and slid his right hand between their sweaty
bodies. His hand began to do a slow figure-8 between her cute tits as she
luxuriated in the aftermath of her second strong cumming. "You're being too good
to me, Brad," his mother said dreamily with her eyes closed, "God, you might win
this silly bet." She laughed deep in her chest, the vibration running through
his fingers as he lightly pinched her left nipple. "There's not a chance of
that," he whispered. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Poor baby....I
can see the need in your eyes," she said, running her nails along his back.
There was the hint of a smile on her lips. "You can not!" Brad said, calling her
bluff. "Oh, I can, baby," she insisted. "And I can feel it as well...your big,
fat cock is swelled to the max..... I know it wants to shoot all that hot cum in
me.....right in Momma's belly." 'Oh, fuck her! She's going to use that nasty
talk on me,' Brad thought, squeezing her right tit as his mother's eyes flashed
at him. "I know what you're up to, Mother," he said, beginning to move in her
again. "I know what you're up to, too, son," she said, moving her hands down to
hold his ass. "You're getting ready to blast my pussy with a big load,
baby....that's what I want....come on, Brad.....give your mother a bellyful,
baby!" The mention of baby triggered thoughts of Brenda. In a few days, he could
be sticking his dick up his sister-in-law's pussy just like he was with Mom. He
felt himself move closer to his own ending. "That's what you....want, right!" he
said down to her as he began banging away in her soupy hole. "Just like me and
Brenda...what I'm going to do...to her!" She was quiet for a moment, just making
small gasping sounds as he fucked her. Then she fessed up. "Yes!....I want
to....watch you and Brenda!" That picture really sent Brad upward - his mother
wanted to see him fucking Brenda, wanted to watch him shaft her pussy, wanted to
watch his jism seep out around his manhood when he impregnated her! "God damn!"
he grunted, feeling himself began to lose it. He was going full speed now,
driving his mother's ass into the squeaking bed while her hands and legs gripped
him. "Cum in me! .... Shoot it, Brad!" she encouraged him. "I can't.... I can't
stop! ..... UUUUHHHHGGGGMMM!" he groaned loudly as his balls blew, sending his
cum deep in her depths. "Oh, yesssss....that's it, Brad!" she said victor-
iously as he drenched her innards with long spurts. "Give it all to me, baby."
He stopped cumming and was left naked on his mother, his balls aching from the
second discharge of the morning, not at all unhappy that he had lost their bet.
Afterward, he lay with her as she began to doze off. "Mom?" "Yes?" "Did you mean
what you said? About wanting to watch me and Brenda?" "I don't know, Brad....I
don't know why I said that." Brad was sure she had meant it but she was back-
tracking now. Maybe she thought that was too outrageous but Brad found the idea
exciting. He set his mind to thinking of how to make it happen, holding his worn
out mother as she went to sleep.
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