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Mom's Boy
Brad was not too different from most 16-year-old boys who spend a great
deal of time thinking mostly about girls, their lovely bodies, and ways
they might seduce them. Brad was a virgin. He went to great lengths,
trying all sorts of gimmicks, in his efforts to see girls (or women)
dressing or undressing. He got his best idea from a magazine. The
morning of July 1st he manufactured a periscope using a two four foot
long mailing tubes spliced end to end. Utilizung two small mirrors,the
scope was about 7 feet long and turned out to be perfect for its
intended use. When he heard his mom's shower running he went to his
window and extended the periscope so that the far end was at his mom's
bedroom window. He didn't have long to wait. Betty came out of the
shower nude and walked to the full length mirror to examine herself.
Immediately, Brad had a raging hard on. He, too, was naked. He began
stroking his lurching cock a he watched her. Several times he was
forced to hold very still to keep from coming. Betty came over to her
bed and sat down facing him, raising first one leg and then the other to
put on her panty hose. Her triangle of pubic hair jumped out like a
target, and her pussy lips opened like the delicate pink petals of a
rose. This was too much for Brad who pumped furiously and spurted cum
all over the wall.
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It was July 5th, a few weeks before Betty's 35th birthday. Her
daughter, Betsy, now 14, had flown off with her daddy to visit his
parents while he took care of business there in New York. They planned
to be gone at least three weeks, leaving Betty and her son, Brad,
alone. As she wheeled the Chrysler out of airport parking and started
the long drive home, she began thinking of last friday night when she
had unexpectedly witnessed Brad's unsuccessful attempt to seduce his
latest sweetheart. She hadn't intended to sneak around and spy on them
when picking up Brad after a dance. She had parked a half block away,
and realizing she was early, decided to take a short walk in the cool
night air. As she strolled through the peaceful night time scenery of
the adjacent park, she had heard them arguing heatedly nearby.
At first she didn't recognize Brad. A young man, cock in hand, was
pleading with a girl to "let him put it in." But the girl kept
repeating, "No, no, no!" Then Betty recognized Amy Johnson and Brad
sitting on a bench making out. In the bright moonlight she could
plainly see Brad's erect penis as he repeadedly tried to fuck Amy. But
Amy was having none of it. "Little prick teaser," Betty muttered to
herself. Just then she heard Amy saying, "My folks are due here right
now to pick me up. I've got to go." And with that she straightened her
wet panties and ran back to the dance, leaving Brad unfucked and
hurting.
Betty hadn't been shocked, but rather felt sorry for Brad as she
watched him stroke his cock ever faster until suddenly his head wrenched
up, his face twisted in a grimace, and white spurts of cum sailed out
onto the grass. He milked his surging prick a time or two, and then
zipped it back into his pants. Betty's face flushed in the darkness as
she realized her pussy had suddenly gotten wet. She carressed her
private parts for a moment, turned and hurried back to the car, and was
barely seated when Brad appeared and climbed in beside her. They made
small talk on the way home, but Betty could see he was in agony,
probably getting hard again. He kept looking at her legs, exposed to
the max because her short skirt had slid up almost to her crotch.
Suddenly, she knew what she was going to do.
The next evening when Betty arrived home from the airport and was sure
that the doors were locked and secure for the night, she went into the
family room where her son was watching television and said, "Brad, your
father and Betsy will be gone for a long time, so I'm depending on you
now. I'm a little lonely and would appreciate it if you would come to
my room and visit with me while I get ready for bed." Brad nodded and
followed her into the bedroom. Betty motioned to a chair in a corner of
the room and Brad shuffled over and resignedly sat down. He figured
that he was about to get another lecture on what a young man his age
should be doing. No way could he concentrate on that while remembering
the feel of his finger in Amy's pussy. Damn that Amy. All he could
think about was pussy. His balls ached and his cock lurched in his
pants.
"Brad," Betty said, "I know how hard, uh, I mean difficult it is for a
guy your age to have good relationships with girls, and it's even harder
for you to know anything about girls. So for the the time your father
is gone I'm going talk to you about girls and women and how they
think, to help you. I'm still an attractive woman, I can tell that by the
way guys look at me, and I'm going to be your teacher. Since your father
hasn't told you much, I should have done this long before now. I don't
want you to feel the least bit rejected if a girl says "no." You just
stay where you are while I get ready for bed. If you have any questions
at any time, just ask." She glanced at Brad to make sure he was
watching. He was.
"Sure, mom, he mumbled, "if I think of a question I'll ask."
Betty's finest feature was her eyes,looking out above her delicate,
nose and curvaceous body. There was a natural softness in her walk and
movements. Most men - including her son - couldn't help lusting when
they saw her with her fine shape and suppleness promising heavenly
sexual fulfillment. She studied her lovely breasts and slim hips,
seeing herself the way she knew Brad was seeing her. She was only a
month away from being thirty-five, and the only lines on her face were
around her eyes, so she was pleased with her appearance.
"Brad, honey," she continued, "it's perfectly natural to have thoughts
about, uh, to want to have sex. Don't be fooled, girls want it too,
Actually, they long for it. You know what I mean?"
"Sure, mom, he mumbled, and suddenly looked up at her as the import of
what she had said sunk in. "Uh, I guess I understand. What did you
say?"
She repeated and added, "Honey, we feel best about ourselves when we
accept ourselves. You want to have sex with a girl. So do umpteen
million other guys. If you only knew, I mean sex is about all your
father thinks about. I kid him a lot about his brains being in his
penis. He accepts that - that he loves sex. Who doesn't?" Betty could
feel the effects of what she was saying between her legs. She was
getting hot just talking about it! She looked at Brad in the mirror and
said, "All great thinkers know that you don't think your thoughts, but
that your thoughts think through you. Does that make sense" Look, if
you look at me, your mom, and your penis gets hard, well the thinkers
know that you are no more responsible for thinking you'd like to lay me
than you are for breathing. Nature proclaims, uh, says in your mind,
pretty woman, get hard. It's what you do with your thoughts that
counts. Does that make sense? Did it ever occur to you that I might
have a thought about making it with you?
Brad's cock was fully aroused now. The truth was that he had indeed
been devouring his mom's body with his eyes and was indeed jealous of
pop who had free access to her feminine charms, but he never dreamed she
might be attracted to him, might want to do it with him. True, he had
sneaked around and masturbated while watching her dress, and once she
had walked in on him when he was massaging his cock. She had only
smiled and said, "Oh, wow! That's a very attractive thing you have in
hand." And she had just turned and left him. He shifted uncomfortably,
trying to make room in his pants for the growing size of his penis.
What he didn't know was that mom had watched him from hiding and
masturbated herself as he jacked off.
"Brad, we must accept each other. I don't think the less of you just
because you think of nothing but pussy. Would it surprise you to know
that a good many of my thoughts are of a hard cock? I want you to know
the truth about humankind. I want to teach you what you need to know
about sex. I don't want you learning from some scatter-brained chick
who knows nothing about what's needed in sexual encounters."
She was glad she had worn high heels and a short skirt. She let the
skirt drop, watching Brad in the mirror. Then she unbuttoned her
blouse, pulled it off and quickly shed her bra. Her breasts were still
tight and pointed, one of her best features. By this time Brad's face
was flaming red, and she noted with satisfaction the bulge in his
crotch. Now she was standing there with nothing on but panties and
heels, unashamedly desplaying her body to her teenage son who was trying
desperatly to conceal his hard on. Carefully, she stripped off her
panties and stood looking at herself in the full length mirror, turning
slowly so he could see the full length of her nakedness, in heels only.
All of this time she kept up a running talk trying to reassure him.
"Brad, honey, do you think I'm pretty? Am I as desireable as Amy?"
Brad nodded in the affirmative, unable to speak coherently and trying
hard not to shoot off in his pants.
"Honey," she said as she walked over to him, "there's nothing to be
ashamed of, we shouldn't be ashamed of our bodies or of sex either. Sex
is natural and a part of all of us, something we all do. Do you like me
this way? Come on, stand up here with me." She took his arms and
pulled him to a standing position and began unbuttoning his shirt, and
once that was off unzipped his pants and dropped them, and then his
shorts. His cock jumped out hard and straight, and Betty took it in her
hands. "Oh, yours is as good and big as your father's. Ummm, isn't
that nice. I guess we'd better take care of it first or we'll never get
any talking done." She took a couple of steps back and lowered herself
onto the bed, pulling him over on top of her. Her hand guided his
throbbing cock into her steaming, wet vagina. At that point he took
over, thrusting hard and fast. "Oh, god, yes, yes, yes," Betty moaned,
and then she felt his premature spurts into her body. Realizing his
embarrassment, she whispered, "Nevermind darling, we have all night to
do it again and again." She heard his sobbing, but he said nothing.
She held him tightly to her breast and reassured him, "Son, you're a
good fucker."
After a few minutes she stood up and walked into the bathroom still in
heels. She could see him watching her ass move up and down in the
mirror. Determined not to conceal anything from him, or to keep any
kind of secrets, she took a towel and walked back so he could watch her
blot up his cum now dribling out of her cunt. She was standing only a
foot or two from his head, and she paused before toweling herself so he
could see her swollen pussy lips and the fresh fucked hole with cum
running slowly out of it. "Brad," she breathed, "have you ever seen a
woman's cunt before?" "No," he managed a hoarse croak, "No, I never
have." She stepped closer. "Touch it if you want to." He stood up and
moved against her, placing his hand over her sex, feeling of it with his
fingers. Here, she sensed he was on more familiar ground. No, he had
never seen a woman's cunt, but she could tell hers was not the first he
had carressed. He knew what he was doing now, and she was excited to
feel his cock hardening again against her, ready now for serious sexual
congress. She felt a finger slide up into her moist pussy making her
gasp at the electric feel of it. Her ass began to move and she pushed
against his hand. Together they went to the floor and she was on her
back with him inside her spread thighs. This time he put just the tip
of his jerking cock into her and tried not to push all the way in, but
she lifted her hips to force him deeper inside of her. Betty could not
prevent a deep throaty growl like a tigress as she took the length of
him and moaned, "Ahhh, oh, oh, god, yes, yes, aauugh..OH, OH, YEEESSS!"
After she had orgasmed at least three times she began to think of him.
She had waited for, this moment to surprise him with one of her greatest
skills, the ability of her cunt to contract at will to grasp and firmly
squeeze his cock. 14 years of Kegel exercises to strengthen her cunt
muscles were now paying off. He gasped and moaned and she forced him to
stop thrusting while she massaged his cock with her love muscles.
Suddenly he went beserk and started pumpimg frantically. Fireworks
shattered her brain and she became a fucking machine, forgetting who it
was she was fucking. An eternity later, Brad cried out and collapsed on
her as his release came with hers.
By midnight they were exhausted and rolled over to rest. Betty ran her
hands through his hair, kissing him lightly here and there, and
whispered, "You know, Brad, I'm not your woman. I belong to your father
and you're going to have to get your own woman. Sure, I'll belong to
you for three weeks while you learn what it's like to have one, what a
female body is like and while you learn that women love sex every bit as
much as men do, girls love it, too, as much as boys, although most of
them are afraid to go for it. Yes, for three weeks I'm your Woman."
She heard the soft sound of his snoring and smiling, quietly rolled out
of bed to wash up a bit. She carefully examined her nude image in the
mirror. Not bad, she decided.
Sex was like pain, she thought. If you were without it for a time, you
forgot how all-powerful it was. She could see raw sex in the mirror now,
its imprint on her mouth, which was swollen; on her skin, which was
inflamed and hot where his hands had touched and grasped. She ached with
the pleasure of being fucked by him; her thighs were wet; she smelled of
sex, leaked sex, and she could still feel the little aftershocks of sex,
the residual tremors of sexual delight that came to her as she
remembered how he had done first this, and then that or this, their
first time together. Her son! The musky, pungent aroma of raw sex hung
heavy in the air, easily recognizable. It made her hot.
This, then, was what she was. A young woman overpowered by sex and
sexuality. She carressed her pulsating cunt, recalling as much as she
could of the past few hours. These memories proved her lust. For all
her denial, all her past vows, she had still ended up in a situation she
had never envisaged, and would have sworn was beyond the bounds of
possibility. She had made the choice, and to compound her own
complicity, her sexual pleasure had been intense with Brad. No, not
just intense, but the best by far she'd ever had. Why deny it? Her
legs trembled as she opened the bathroom door to return to him. Light
flooded over him for a moment, and she saw him naked on his back. His
cock was turgid, semi-hard. "My god," she gasped, "He's nearly ready
again!" She hurried to their bed.
She wanted to take his strong tool into her mouth, to lick and love it,
it would be so good for her. She watched his cock, strong even in his
sleep as he dreamed, of what? Of fucking his mother? Guilt swept over
her. But, wait, this was a common thing. If not, why the ever so
common expression, "mother fucker?" She considered how - or when and if
- she should introduce him to cunnilingus and fellatio and of the
ecstasy of oral sex and its promise of super orgasms. Behind her
thoughts was the wish for him to feel this mysterious ecstasy she had
enjoyedso many times. But he might be put off by the thought of putting
his mouth down there. On the other hand, most grown men she knew would
pay dearly for the opportunity. For one thing, it was something you
could do quickly with a stranger, a quickie as two souls passed in the
hustle bustle of life. She pictured Brad's head between her legs, and
then, mysteriously, an entire ensemble of loosely connected images
slowly played through her mind. Christmas morning, Brad walking down
the hall naked. New Year. Coming in at 1 a.m. and finding Brad asleep
nude on the couch, cock turgid (and big). How many times? She counted
at least twenty times she had seen him naked the past few months. Who
is seducing who here? Maybe he's more clever than she'd thought! Was
it possible he was already maneuvering her into allowing cunnilingus?
The touch of his lips down there could force her to forget her
hesitation. Like the fairy tale frog who turns into a prince when kissed
by the princess, the unlovely cunt/clit/pussy becomes less ugly when
kissed by the prince. The boy - or man - who does this for her would
certainly find a place in her heart. She knew then he wouldn't care
about the lack of beauty between her legs if his hungry mouth descended
and touched. What an animal he is! How intelligent he is, and smart;
exposing himself over and over and always pretending it accidental. How
desirous he made her feel, wanting sex with her so much. Now she knew he
could bring her to orgasm no matter what he did. She remembered the
honey-tongued boy years ago who had first gotten her past "No!" He
sweet-talked her beyond self loathing into allowing him to tongue her
clitoris into orgasm. Betty had never forgotten his mouth and flicking
tongue, the feel of the grass on her bare back, and to this day he and
the essence of forbidden sex filled her fantasies. She pulled her knees
up and began to play with her clit and G-spot, dreaming of sucking his
glorious cock. And orgasmed once more.
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The next morning she arose at first light, showered and went in to fix
their breakfast. Her pussy was slightly sore, but still tingling with
the aftershocks of pure, unashamed and unbridled sex. Little tremors
continued to come from her pussy, up through her belly to her heart.
She shuddered, tossed her hair and whispered to herself, "My god, oh, my
god." Another shuddering tremor. She heard him in the shower a few
minutes later, but never in a million years would have thought what
happened next possible. He came into the kitchen naked with a hard on.
Speechless, she looked in amazement. Then she realized he was staking
out his claim to her, telling her that she was his woman now.. Softly,
she asked, "Hadn't we better eat first?" He did not reply, but walked
straight to her, took her hand and placed it around his cock, and said,
"And let this big one get away?" And like his father had done dozens of
times befoe him, he pushed her ass against the breakfast table and
fucked her with authority then and there. "Ooooh, oh, Brad, yes, yes.
Oh, oh, ooooohhh, aagghh, oh, yes. yes ,yes!"
When he was finished with her he sat down naked and waited for her to
serve him. Flustered now, she dropped a fork onto the floor and then
spilled juice all over the cabinet. Smiling at her obvious flustration,
he said, "You know, I dreamed about us last night. We were married and
lived in a house just like this one." She answered, "Yes, I dreamed
about you last night. A good dream." "You know," he said, "I don't
feel toward you now as if you were my mother." She smiled. "And I
don't feel toward you as if you were my son, and all of those mixed up
feelings you have, I have also."
Neither spoke as they ate their eggs and toast, until she looked at him
and said, "I never thought I'd cheat on your father by taking a lover.
Not that what we've done is cheating. God knows I"m just trying to get
you started out right with girls, sex and things like that. But now I'm
worried. I won't lie to you. I've had, uh, I've let quite a few men
fuck me, uh. or I've fucked them, but I've never loved any of them; just
loved sex with them. Sex is precious, it's what I live for. None of the
men were lovers. But something terrible is happening now. Something
has changed I'm falling in love with the one fellow I can't have as my
lover. My son. You, darling"
He licked his lips and said, "Yes, I know. I don't want to hurt my
father by fucking his wife every day, but I don't see how I can keep
from it."
They talked for a long time, as though catching up on a lifetime of
happenings just as though they had never met before. At one point Brad
said, "Since pop and sis are gone and we're alone, why don't we just not
wear clothes when we're in the house?" Taken by surprise, Betty started
to nix that idea in a hurry, but something stopped her. For him, this
was a honeymoon. Yes, that was it. He thought of this as a honeymoon!
"Darling," she said, "I suppose we can if you want to, but we'll have to
keep robes, housecoats or some bit of clothing scattered around the
house in case of unexpected visitors." After a while she said she
wanted to share something that happened to her last summer when she was
home alone, "I had just finished my shower one evening and it felt so
exciting being naked that I just stayed that way. I was waltzing around
feeling frisky, just dancing into the front room, when I suddenly
realized the front door was open. Worse a man was standing there.
Without saying a word he opened the door and came in, walked straight to
me - I was franticaly trying to cover myself - grabbed one of my legs
and put my foot on the couch, and slid his cock up into me. I won't
deny it was exciting, it was, and once I realized he wasn't going to
hurt me, I responded. I enjoyed having this unexpected visitor fuck
me. In fact, had any man walked in and asked I probably would have
agreed to screw him. That's what walking around nude does to you. Yes,
I've never had sex with anybody that I didn't think was great."
Brad was strangely subdued. "Gee, mom," he said, "I thought you and pop
were, you know, were just the two of you."
Betty said, "Oh, honey, there is just the two of us. We love each
other. As far as our marraige goes, we tell each other everthing that
happens. If I have sex with somebody else, love isn't involved. And
when I describe to your father what happens when I get fucked by some
other guy he goes bananas and wants to screw me right then, no matter
where we are."
Brad interuppted her, "Are you going to tell pop, describe everything we
do together, all of the sex and things we've done?" He sounded worried.
She hesitated a long moment before answering in a very low, husky voice,
"Oh, honey, this is something different. I don't think your father
would be able to handle this, he wouldn't understand." She bent over
and kissed him. "Darling," she said in a husky voice, "We're still
searching. What we have together now hasn't really been decided. Sex
is not love. Copulating can be fun, exciting, and the best feeling ever
to happen to a human, but sex alone isn't love.. Even with your father
it isn't always love, although love gives us complete trust. With us,
I'm afraid , and we're really in uncharted territory, but for now, let's
us just go back to me teaching you what I've learned about sex. Did you
know there's hundred's of different positions a man and a woman can get
in to fuck? Do you know the places on a woman's body you can touch and
make her cum before you fuck her? I'll teach you how to get any woman.
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TWO YEARS LATER
As she had done most nights for the past two years, Betty left her
marraige bed as soon as she heard Jigg's steady, deep breathing. Being
very quiet, she slipped down to Brad's bedroom who, of course, was
impatiently waiting as always. He immediately felt between her legs as
he always did, and as was usually the case, her cunt was gaping open,
hot and slick, with her juices mingled with pop's cum. "Damn, mom," he
groaned, "Why do I always get seconds? Why do I always have to settle
for a fresh fucked woman?" She kissed him, pushing her tongue into his
mouth, exciting him, and then pulled back and whispered, "I no longer
give him the best. I always save that for you, darling. Come on, don't
be difficult. You know I have little choice." He pushed her to the
floor to her hands and knees. "If you're going to be a bitch in heat,"
he growled, "then I'm going to fuck you like a dog." And he plunged his
big prick into her from behind, dog fashion. She couldn't completely
stifle her scream, and as Brad socked it to her she began growling like
a dog and making little yapping sounds. Excited by this, Brad rammed
his cock in harder and harder, faster and faster, until Betty really got
loud. She screamed again and cried out, "Oh, fuck me, fuuuck meeee"
The bedroom light suddenly came on. Betsy was standing there staring in
open mouthed amazement as her mom's naked body contractd in the throes
of orgasm.
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