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Mother's Milk

By B.  Traven "Many mothers find  great  emotional  -  even  sexual  -
satisfaction in breastfeeding,  for  it  is  the  culmination  of  the
symbiotic unity with the child."  - Dorothy L.  Marlowe, RN  Ed.   D.,
"Pediatric Care", 1977

"Oedipus was blinded because the light of truth was too much to  bare"
- B.  Traven

"[A] Mother/son [relationship] is the one relationship-type where both
parties get exactly what they  need  from  the  other  party  and  the
relationship, and the power status between the  parties  is  the  most
equitable."  - Dr.  J.  Boswell, Institute of Advanced Sexual Studies

"There is *enormous* sensual pleasure suckling at a lactating  woman's
breast.  The act is more giving and emotional on both parties part  in
addition to the simple sensualistic satisfaction."  - Dr.  Avis Oegel,
MD, "Sexual Assertiveness Techniques", 1993

Jack pushed the door open with his  foot  awkwardly  and  entered  his
house.  Both his hands were occupied; he was  carrying  with  a  large
plastic bag of  disposable  diapers  in  one  hand  and  two  bags  of
groceries precariously balanced in other arm.  Jack set  the  packages
on the kitchen table.

"Mom?"  No answer.

He looked in her  bedroom,  and  saw  his  mother  cradling  his  baby
brother.  A half-empty plastic bottle was lying near her  feet.   Both
mom and baby were fast asleep.  The scene looked so peaceful  compared
to night before when Bobby kept them both up with his frantic  crying.
He tried to help by preparing his bottle and bouncing the little  guy,
but nothing seemed to help.  Finally, his mom had told him to go  back
to sleep because of the Chemistry test he had tomorrow.  Under protest
he went back to bed while Bobby still wailed.   He  thought  he  would
have trouble going to sleep but he must have gone out as soon  as  his
head hit the pillow.

Jack stood there for a moment in the soft light of the  bedroom.   His
mom must be exhausted - she was still awake with Bobby went he got  up
this morning to go to school.  She was a strong  person,  someone  who
had more than her shares of hardships in life but someone  who  rarely
complained.  She was still a young woman, only 32, and still young  to
be hopeful that happiness could still be found in her life.  With  her
sparkling eyes, golden blond hair,  and  good  figure  men  found  her
attractive.  She had  no  trouble  finding  suitors,  but  she  always
managed to end up with the wrong guy.

He watched his mom as she  dozed.   She  was  beautiful  even  without
makeup and with  mussed  hair,  and  beautiful  even  wearing  an  old
yellow-print sun dress.  Jack noticed that the buttons in front of her
dress were undone and a large wet pink nipple  was  protruding.   Jack
felt a sudden flash of shame and looked quickly away.   She  had  been
trying to unsuccessfully to breast  feed  Bobby  again.   Contrary  to
popular opinion  it  is  not  at  all  uncommon  for  babies  to  have
difficulties breast feeding.  Dr.  Powers explained to Mom  that  many
factors may be to blame including  the  mother's  diet  and  level  of
stress.  Fortunately,  almost  all  babies  who  have  trouble  breast
feeding have no problem feeding from a bottle.  Mom  was  heartbroken,
feeling like a failure as a mother.  Bobby was doing fine with formula
but Mom kept trying to get him to nurse.

Jack secretly found  the  idea  of  breast  feeding  exciting.   Since
puberty he had the usual teen-aged boy's fascination with breasts.  At
16 his sexual  experiences  were  confined  to  some  groping  in  the
backseat of his car where a few times he had managed to slip his  hand
into Sara Jo's brassiere and feel the softness  underneath.   When  he
attempted to remove her bra  she  had  protested,  and  the  mood  was
broken.  Sara Jo was a little on the chubby-side  but  had  a  healthy
bust line that sent tongues wagging throughout high school.   Sara  Jo
was nothing compared to Jack's own mother, however.  His mom had had a
slender frame with large, heavy breasts.  Secretly,  Jack  had  looked
through the laundry to find one of his  mother's  brassiere.   Feeling
both ashamed and excited Jack read  the  faded  tag  on  his  mother's
brassiere -

Hoping his mother would not notice, Jack hid the brassiere  under  the
frame of his bed from which he would sometimes take it  out  to  study
when alone.  Jack, in his readings on his  favorite  subject,  learned
that a women's breasts could increase  up  to  two  cup  sizes  during
pregnancy; and, sure enough,  the  new  nursing  bra  his  mother  had
purchased was an incredible 38DD.  Jack had wondered why size  DD  was
used instead of E, but he decided that this was  yet  another  of  the
many mystery's privy only to women and unknowable by men.

At the time of her pregnancy Mom's  boyfriend  Bill  was  living  with
them.  Bill was a crude man who would periodically come home drunk and
angry at the world.  When Bill came home late one night he slapped Mom
hard  across  the  face  because  dinner  was  cold.   Jack  tried  to
intervene, but the bigger man threw him across the room.

"Please, Bill, leave Jack alone."  His  mother  screamed.   Jack  felt
dizzy and hurt but he got managed to get back on his feet.  He started
toward Bill again.

"Jack, please."  his mother pleaded.

Bill ignored Jack, and pulled Mom toward the bedroom  roughly  by  the
arm.  His mother looked toward Jack with a look of resignation.

"I'll be OK, Jack.  Please stay out  of  it",  she  whispered  to  him
painfully as Bill pulled her.

Bill slammed the bedroom  door  behind  them,  leaving  Jack  standing
outside feeling impotent and weak.  Their voices through the door were
angry and loud at first.  After a few minutes the voices were  softer,
and Jack could hear the familiar rhythmic  creaking  of  his  mother's
mattress.

A few months later Mom had discovered that  she  was  pregnant.   Bill
acted happy and said they would now get married; but  he  didn't  come
home the next evening.  Mom tried repeatedly to call Bill at work, but
Bill just hung up on Mom when he  heard  Mom's  voice.   Mom  was,  of
course, broken-hearted.  She had dealt with men  running  out  on  her
before, but this time she was pregnant.  Jack's own  father  had  also
left shortly after Jack was born but at least  he  and  Mom  had  been
married.  Mom broke down and sobbed in Jack's arms.  Jack told his Mom
not to worry.

They didn't need anyone else.  He would be the man of house.  And Jack
did help take care of his Mom.  He took over cleaning  the  house  and
doing the grocery shopping, and even had gotten a part-time job at the
local fast-food joint to help supplement their income.  When  his  Mom
enrolled in Lamaze classes at the local hospital, Jack volunteered  to
be his mom's coach but Mom's younger sister, Aunt Jane, said it wasn't
proper and took his place as coach.

Some women look overwrought when pregnant, showing the weight  of  the
demands pregnancy places on their  bodies.   Other  women  bloom  like
flowers, glowing with the radiance of the life  growing  within  them.
Mom was in the latter category.  Her face was positively beaming  with
the promise of life, and her slender figure blossomed into  Rubenesque
proportions with  Mom's  already  large  breasts  became  heavier  and
fuller.

Most  of  Mom's  Lamaze   training   became   useless   because   some
complications arose and a Cesarean had to be performed.  He was forced
to stay outside in the Waiting Room while Aunt Jane with  Mom  in  the
delivery room.  He was overjoyed the nurse announced that he now had a
healthy baby brother, 9 pounds 7 ounces.  The nurse led him  into  the
hospital room where his mother laid dreamily in the  bed  holding  the
little baby.  He kissed Mom on the forehead and held his  sleepy  baby
brother cautiously.

"Meet your new baby brother, Robert Joseph -  Bobby."   she  announced
proudly.

His mom unbuttoned the top few buttons her nightgown.   Casually,  she
reached in, and an enormous white breast capped with a glistening pink
nipple flopped out.

"Uhhh, Mom.  Do you want me to leave?"  he said nervously.

He averted his eyes quickly, but he kept finding his eyes  drawn  back
where he would steal quick peeks of  his  mother's  bare  breast.   He
rarely saw his mother's breasts except  for  quick  glances  when  she
would lean over in a low-cut nightgown.  He was actually shocked - and
excited - at his mother's sudden casual display of nudity in front  of
him.

"Don't be silly, Jack.  I'm going to try to get Bobby to nurse."

She took Bobby to her nipple.  Booby mouth was against the nipple  but
he didn't suck.  She lifted her heavy breast to  position  it  better,
and a thin white liquid squirted in the air from the top of his  mom's
nipple.  Jack was fascinated.

"I hope he's hungry - I've been uncomfortable lately since  I  started
lactating."  Jack just nodded nervously and tried to look  away.   She
tried to coax little Bobby to nurse, but  he  just  looked  bewildered
with his unfocused eyes.  At one point some of the drippings of  Mom's
milk got on Bobby's lips but he still didn't get the hint.

"He's probably still tired.  I try later."

She put Bobby back into the hospital  bassinet  where  he  immediately
fell asleep.

"The doctor says I should be ready to go home the day after tomorrow."
She held Jack's hand warmly.

"Thanks, Jack, for all the help you've given me.   I  know  that  this
hasn't been the best of times for you."

"It hasn't been the best of times for you either Mom, but I'll  always
be there for you, Mom."  he said tenderly.

"Jack!"  she was smiling mischievously, "you're staring at me!",  Jack
looked away ashamed from  his  Mom's  bare  breast.   Mom  pushed  her
exposed breast safely back into the folds of her nightgown.

"Don't be embarrassed, Jack.", she  said  warmly  as  she  unhurriedly
re-buttoned her nightgown.  "I certainly know from personal experience
about the fascination of teen-aged boys with  breasts",  she  laughed.
He  was  hot  with  embarrassment  but  his  mother  held   his   hand
reassuringly.

"Breast feeding is the most natural thing in the world.  Please  don't
be embarrassed when I'm nursing Bobby, OK?"  "OK, Mom."  He  hung  his
head down.  He crossed his legs slightly to  hide  his  erection,  and
prayed to God that she didn't see that!

She woke up, smiling when she saw him standing over her.

"Rough day, eh, Mom?"

She rubbed her eyes.  "Yeah.  He didn't calm down until after you left
this morning.  I tried again to get him to nurse but I had  no  luck."
she said sadly.

He took Bobby from her and placed him in his cradle  in  the  nursery.
He wrapped him tight in the knit blanket Aunt Jane had made.  Mom  was
still sitting in the chair when he returned, trying to shake the sleep
from her eyes.  He noticed that her dress was still unbuttoned and his
mother's bare breast was still hanging out.  He could see that it  was
heavy with milk.  Since he moved the baby  he  now  noticed  that  the
front of her dress was soaked.  She was lactating heavily.

She looked down at herself.  "God, I'm a mess."  She lifted the  front
of her dress slightly, which opened  the  unbuttoned  portion  of  her
dress further, exposing the white nursing bra underneath.  She  lifted
the breast that was exposed to close the cup flap of the nursing  bra,
and her nipple shoot a white spray of warm milk that landed on  Jack's
shirt.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jack."  She  closed  the  flap  on  her  nursing  bra,
securely tucking away her breast.

"Uh, that's OK, Mom."  He felt the warm wetness of  her  milk  against
his chest as it soaked through his shirt.  It  was  a  not  unpleasant
sensation.

"Excuse me, Jack, while I clean up.", his mom said as she finally  got
up from the chair.

"Sure, Mom."  he left the room, closing the door behind him.

He checked on Bobby who was still fast asleep.  Poor little  guy  must
have exhausted himself.  He, then, put the groceries and was  deciding
what to fix for dinner when his mother suddenly called  for  him  from
the bedroom.

He opened his Mom's bedroom door.  He was surprised to see his  mother
half- naked sitting on her bed.  Her wet sun dress was laying crumbled
in a ball on the floor.  His mother was dressed only  in  panties  and
nursing brassiere.  The flaps on  each  cup  of  the  bra  were  open,
exposing his mother's heavy, swollen breasts.  The nipples were bright
red and engorged, and  dripping  with  milk.   Her  figure  since  the
pregnancy was softly padded voluptuous  curves  instead  of  the  trim
figure she  had  had  previously.   In  spite  of  himself  Jack  grew
immediately hard with the cock throbbing almost painfully.

"Jack, the pump isn't working."  She  said  desperately.   She  didn't
appear to be aware of her nakedness in front of him - or the effect it
was having on him.

The pump was an electric pump that she had rented from the hospital to
pump the milk from  his  mom's  breasts  when  they  became  painfully
engorged.  Since Mom couldn't get Booby to nurse, she had to  use  the
pump every few hours to relieve the pressure.  He never  actually  saw
her use it since she would always use it  in  private  with  her  door
closed.  Since his Mom had no problem exposing her breasts in front of
him to try and nurse Bobby, he  suspected  the  real  reason  for  her
modesty about the pump was that the pump represented  her  failure  to
breast feed.

He looked over the pump.  The electric connections at  least  visually
seemed to be good.  He pressed lightly on a few mechanical pieces, but
he saw no problem.

He flicked on the switch.  Nothing happened.

He felt around the moist cup of the machine.  "Mom, maybe you have  to
...  stick it in to activate it."  His mom lifted her heavy breast and
gently pushed her left breast inside in pump's cup.   Since  his  hand
was still  touching  the  outside  cup  of  the  cup,  looking  for  a
microswitch of some kind, his mom's breast rest  lightly  against  his
index finger.  It felt warm and full.   He  was  too  scared  and  too
excited to move his hand, but she said nothing.  He flicked the switch
with his other hand.  Nothing.  It seemed like an  electrical  problem
and he tugged slightly on the electric connections again  and  flicked
the switch one more time.  Nothing.

"I can't get it, Mom.  Maybe we can take it back to the  hospital  for
another."

"They're closed now, Jack.  Their rental office  is  only  open  9-5."
She pulled herself out of the pump, brushing against his index  finger
as she did.  She started to cry.

"Jack, I'm a failure as a mother.  You shouldn't have to take care  of
me."

"I want to, Mom."  he interrupted.

"I can't even nurse my own baby.  I can't  do  anything  right."   she
sobbed.

"Dr.  Powers ..."  he tried to say.

"I know what Dr.  Powers said, Jack, but I still feel like a  failure.
I even have to use this damn machine to  pump  myself  out,  and  even
that's not working!"

"Mom, don't cry."  He hugged her  and  felt  his  mom's  bare  breasts
pressed heavily against his chest.  Immediately, he backed away.

"Jack, they hurt!"  she said desperately cupping her breasts.

"Maybe, we should call Dr.  Powers's office, Mom."

She looked at him questioningly.

"What, Mom?"

"Jack...  I nursed you when you were a  baby.   You  didn't  have  any
problems.  I nursed you until you were nine months old."

"Mom, what are you saying?"

"Jack, if you don't want to do this its  OK,  I'll  understand."   she
looked at him pleadingly.

"Jack, would it be so wrong if I asked you to ...  suck out my  milk."
Suck out her milk?  His heart was racing.

"Jack, you're still my son just like Bobby.  Please  nurse  me."   His
cock was painfully hard now and his mouth felt dry.

"Please, Jack.  Do this for me."

"Uh, yeah, M-mom."  he stuttered.

"How are we going to do ...  do this?"  he asked nervously.

She crawled up further on the bed and sat up with her back against the
bed frame.  Here was a fantasy of Jack's secret-most  dreams.   Settle
down.  That's your mother there, he thought.  She only wants you to do
what the pump is supposed to do.  Nothing more.

"Come here, Baby."  his mother said lovingly.

He looked at his mom waiting for him on the bed on  the  looking  like
every man's innermost fantasy.  He didn't think of the nursing bra  as
something sexy before but now he realized  that  it  could  have  been
something out of Frederick's of Hollywood.   It  supported  the  heavy
weight of his mother's breasts, lifting them high as if  putting  them
on display.  With the cup flaps open, exposing only the front  of  his
mom's breasts, the bra actually accentuated their nakedness.

Dreamily, he climbed up on the bed to his mother.  She pulled  him  to
her.  Her nipple was bright red and glistened with the milk  that  was
leaking out.  She held him by the back of the  head,  gently  bringing
him to her breast.   A  hard  nipple  brushed  against  his  lips  and
released more fluid.  He opened his mouth instinctively  and  took  in
the nipple.  It tasted sweet from the  milk.   He  reached  under  and
cupped the breast.  It was heavy with milk.   He  tentatively  sucked,
and was surprised at the gush of milk that suddenly filled his  mouth.
His mother's milk was like  cow's  milk  except  it  was  thinner  and
sweeter.  He savored the warm milk.  The milk started to overflow  his
mouth and drip down  his  chin  onto  his  chest.   He  swallowed  his
mother's milk to stop to overflow, and  discovered  that  that  action
caused even more milk to flow  from  his  mother's  teat.   He  sucked
harder, drinking deep from the fluid of life.  As he drained more milk
from mother's breast he could feel the swelling of her  breast  slowly
diminishing.  Her body started relaxing as  he  relieved  the  painful
pressure.  While he sucked, the other nipple brushed against the  side
of his face, causing milk to drip down his cheek.

"That's it, Jack.  You're doing fine."  She kissed the top of his head
and ran her fingers playfully through his hair.

He sucked hungrily at his mom's breast,  and  greedily  swallowed  the
milk with loud gulps.  He held on tightly with both hands to the  soft
abundance of her breast.  Jack knew that this was all he ever  needed.
As he sucked at his mother's tit he knew all other experiences in  his
life would pale compared to this.  He could  feel  his  mother's  body
start to stir with excitement.  She pressed his  head  firmly  to  his
breast and started spreading her legs.

"Oh, Jack."  She started moaning.  He continued to suck hard until the
flow drained to a tinkle.  Without even thinking or looking his  mouth
found his mother's other nipple.  A fresh  gush  of  milk  filled  his
mouth.  His mother's legs were now wrapped around Jack's knee.

"Come on, Jack."  she  moaned  softly.   Jack's  cock  was  throbbing.
Unconsciously he started rubbing it against his mother's thigh through
his trousers.  He found a rhythm, and continued to suck deeply at  his
mother's nipple.  Jack decided to test the nipple with his  tongue  as
he sucked.  When his tongue lightly touched her  nipple  he  felt  the
electricity go through his mother's body.  He played with  the  nipple
as he continued to suck, and his mother's body  started  quaking.   He
could feel her wetness even through her panties and  his  trousers  as
his mom ground her crouch against his knee.

"Oh, baby..."  she now moaned loudly.

Her breast was almost completely drained.  Jack continued to suck  the
last of the milk as he teased his nipple with his tongue.

"Oh ...  oh ...  oh!"  His mother's body was jack-knifing now  as  she
moaned.

Jack felt faint as he ejaculated in violent spasms in his pants.  They
both laid there silently.  Jack's lips where  still  on  his  mother's
breast but he had stopped sucking.

"Jack?"  He was almost asleep.  "Jack?"

"Uh."  He laid there  almost  catatonic  against  the  warmth  of  his
mother's body.

"Jack, I think its time we got up."  she said in a soft  voice.   Jack
forced himself to sit up.  He looked at his mom and  felt  embarrassed
and guilty.  But she only smiled back sweetly at  him.   Her  mother's
breasts were wet with milk as was the rest of her  front.   He  was  a
mess himself, with milk on his mouth and dripping down his chin to his
shirt, which was completely soaked through with his mother's milk.

"Thanks, Sweetie.  I don't know what I would do without you."  He felt
his mother's breasts brush against him as she kissed him on the cheek.
Jack was dazed.  His head felt like it was full of cotton.   Had  this
just taken place?  He felt like  he  was  dreaming.   Did  his  mother
really come?  He didn't have enough experience to judge  such  things.
He had certainly come.  He felt the wetness at  his  groin.   Did  she
know?

"Jack, can you give me some privacy while I clean up?"

"Uh, sure, Mom."  said slowly.  He lifted himself  awkwardly  off  the
bed.

"And clean yourself, too".  He  looked  backed  at  his  mother  still
sitting half- naked on the bed.  She  gave  him  a  wink,  which  made
tingles travel down his spine.

He closed his mother's door behind him; and now felt  very  alone  and
confused.

Jack checked on Bobby who was  still  sound  asleep.   He  fixed  some
hamburgers and tried to keep himself busy so he did not have to  think
about what had just taken place.  Had it really happened?  The bedroom
door creaked open.  His mom emerged dressed in a frilly white robe.

"Uh, hi Mom", he said nervously.

"Ouch!"  He burned his hand on the stove.

His mother ran to him.  "Are you all right, Jack?"  She held his  hand
and gave it a kiss.

"Yeah, I'm OK, Mom."

"Jack, are you bothered by what we just did?"  she asked seriously.

"Uh, I don't know, Mom."  He was unsure what to say.  She held each of
his hands, and looked him lovingly in the eyes.

"Jack, you did me a favor.  I was suffering because  the  pump  wasn't
working."  She held him by the shoulders.

"You - we - didn't do anything wrong in there, Jack.   You're  my  son
just like Bobby is.  Because you're older doesn't mean that it's wrong
for you but right for him."  He nodded quickly.

"Look - I know you probably enjoyed it.   I  told  you  I  knew  about
teen-aged boys and their fixations."  She smiled slyly.

"And I'll confess that I enjoyed it, too.   It's  the  way  a  woman's
anatomy is designed so that breast feeding encourages bonding."

"Jack, you helped me out when I desperately needed it.  And  the  fact
that we happened to both enjoy it doesn't mean it's  something  to  be
ashamed of."  She gave his a motherly kiss on the  forehead.   He  did
feel better.

"Besides, we're going to have to do this later tonight when I fill  up
again."  Despite himself he grew immediately hard.

"We have something to look forward to later."  his mom  added  with  a
hint of seduction.

They ate dinner together saying little.  Afterwards,  Bobby  woke  up.
The long sleep must have done him good because he  was  more  pleasant
than he normally was just waking from a nap.  He was scheduled to work
tonight from 8-10, so he kissed his mom and Bobby good-bye  and  drove
off.  At work he couldn't keep his mind off of his  mother.   He  kept
looking at his watch as he bagged groceries.

When work was over he left immediately rather than  stopping  to  chat
with Sara Jo or some of his buddies.  A couple of times he had to slow
down after he glanced down at the speedometer and realized how fast he
was driving.  When he finally got home it  was  dark  except  for  his
mother's bedroom.  He walked over to his mother's open  doorway.   She
was sitting on the side of her bed wearing the same frilly robe.   The
bed was now made with the covers turned neatly down.

She smiled at him.  He smiled back nervously.

"I've been waiting for you, Jack.  I'm getting sore."   She  stood  up
and removed the robe.  She  let  it  drop  to  the  floor.   Jack  was
startled.  Instead of the nursing bra and the plain white panties from
Sears, his mom was wearing only a fancy pair of panties.  The  panties
had the French cut with the leg of the panties sexily  rising  up  her
hip.  He did not even remember seeing  these  panties  in  his  secret
excursions into his mother's lingerie drawer.  His mom's breasts  were
large and swollen, but still hung high  by  themselves.   The  nipples
were engorged and pink, and glistened with the wetness  of  her  milk.
He stood there in awe at his mother's nakedness.

"Oh ...  Mom."  He  heard  his  voice  saying.   He  immediately  felt
embarrassed and had to look away.

Seeing his embarrassment, his mother smiled.

"Don't be embarrassed, Jack.  Come to your mother."  She took his hand
and led Jack to her bed.  She sat up against the headboard  as  before
and spread her legs  slightly.   She  pulled  Jack  to  her  and  Jack
immediately began to suck.  It was better this time.  He knew what  to
do as he steadily drained his mother's boob.   He  felt  her  mother's
body relax against him as he removed the pressure in her  breast.   He
drank deep from her warm, sweet milk.   With  his  tongue  he  started
teasing the tip of  her  nipple,  and  as  before  his  mother's  body
starting stirring under him.  She wiggled against him while he  sucked
and played with his mom's nipple.

When the breast was drained he automatically switched to the other.  A
gush of warm milk shot into his mouth as soon  as  his  mouth  clamped
onto the nipple.  He could feel the excitement starting  to  build  in
himself and his mom.  They pressed their bodies  against  each  other.
In their squirming  they  unconsciously  -  or  was  it  deliberate  -
re-positioned  themselves  until  their  hips  were  pressed   tightly
together.  Jack's throbbing erection was pressed against his  mother's
couch through the layers  of  his  trousers  and  her  panties.   Jack
finally drained the second breast but kept  sucking  hungrily  at  his
mom's breast.  She didn't seem to mind, though, because they were  now
pushing rhythmically against each other.

Caught up in the fever of the excitement, Jack cautiously reached down
under him to the  waistband  of  his  mother's  panties.   His  mother
quickly grabbed his hand and pulled it away.  Scared he had  gone  too
far with his mother, Jack started pulling away from his mom,  but  she
pushed him back onto her.  She was setting her limits just  like  Sara
Jo did.  He sucked his mother harder now and let his teeth scrape very
lightly against his mom's nipple.

"Oh, Jack - Jack - Jack ..."  His mother's hips  jerked  against  him.
His mother's excitement caused his dam to finally  burst.   He  bucked
rhythmically against his mother and came in a shuddering climax.

"Mommm...."  he heard himself moan.

They laid still for a few minutes not saying  a  word.   He  felt  the
warmth of his mother's body against him.  Unlike last time  there  was
not mistaking what each of them had felt this time.   Jack  had  never
seen a woman orgasm but now had no doubt that this is what his  mother
had felt.  He thought it pretty obvious to his mother that he had came
too.  Another thing was different, too; this time Jack  did  not  feel
the shame he had felt before.  He still felt somewhat  unsure  but  he
knew that this second time he and his mother had known what they  were
doing.  The first time could have been accidental, but  there  was  no
mistaking their intend this time.

"You OK, Jack?"  He rolled off his mother.

"Yeah, Mom, I'm OK."

"It was good wasn't it, Jack?"

"Uh, Mom, ..."

She looked at him and smiled.  "It's OK to say you liked it, Jack.  We
didn't do anything wrong."  his mother said in a clear voice.

"Yeah, Mom, ...  I liked it.  I liked it a lot."  he beamed.   He  did
feel better.

He didn't want to leave but his mom told him it was time for  both  of
them to get ready for bed - in  own  separate  beds.   Jack  stripped,
cleaned himself up and put his pajamas on.  He heard his  Mom  getting
Bobby his bottle.  Jack said goodnight to his mother, and gave  her  a
kiss on the lips that lingered for just a while  longer  than  a  kiss
that a son gives his mother.

Jack laid in bed in the dark.  He masturbated earnestly.   Instead  of
Sara Jo or some Playmate, Jack was now openly  fantasizing  about  his
mother.  He came, pumping more semen than he  had  thought  was  still
left in him.  He fell in a sound sleep soon after.

Jack slept restlessly, tossing and turning.  A  kiss.   Another  kiss.
He opened his eyes and saw his mother peering out of the darkness.  He
realized that his cock was hard and sticking out of his pajama  pants.
He quickly put himself back in, hoping Mom didn't see.  Although,  did
it matter any more?

"Jack, its time again."  she said very somberly for something that was
exciting to both of them.  He sat up and held his head.

"Uh, OK, Mom."  he said groggily.  He looked at his digital clock  and
saw it was 3:15am.  She stood there a minute silently.

"In my bedroom, Jack."  she finally said.

He followed his mother into the bedroom.   The  room  was  dark.   She
opened her robe.  He could see the outline of his mother's  nakedness.
Was she still wearing the panties?  He smelled the earthy dairy  smell
coming from her milk.  She climbed up on the bed and Jack followed.

He went to his mother's breast and suckled.  Efficiently,  he  drained
away the pressure and felt his mother's body start  to  relax  against
him.  He teased her nipple, biting it lightly while  he  continued  to
nurse from his mother.  Instinctively,  his  mother  opened  her  legs
further and started squirming her ass.

He pushed himself up against his mom's body.   His  cock  slipped  out
again from his  pajamas  and  pressed  against  the  coolness  of  his
mother's panty.  He was prepared to move  but  his  mother  showed  no
resistance.  With both hands he squeezed his mother's tit and engulfed
the stream of warm milk that shot into  his  mouth.   They  were  both
excited now as he started dry-humping his mom.

"Jack!"  she blurted out loudly.  But she must have shouted  his  name
of excitement rather than concern  that  things  were  going  too  far
because she made no move to stop him.  He drained his mother's tit and
immediately went for the other one.  He clamped onto  the  nipple  and
drunk down the stream of milk.  His cock, having a life  of  its  own,
pressed at his mom's inner thigh and tried to  gain  entrance  to  the
dark mysteries underneath the panties by snaking its way under the leg
band.  He pressed and pressed by he couldn't get in!

Emboldened by his mother's writhing he very cautious reached  down  to
the leg band where his cock was probing.  Slowly,  he  pulled  at  the
elastic.  He was prepared to quickly withdraw his hand if  his  mother
showed the least resistance, but she continued squirming  against  him
as if she didn't notice.  He pushed his cock into his mother's  panty.
The elastic  pulled  tight  against  his  cock,  but  it  was  not  an
unpleasant sensation.  The tip of his cock found the entrance  to  his
mother's pussy.  It was definitely  wet,  and  emanated  a  warm  from
within.

He paused for a moment not sure to really wanted to  go  through  with
this step.  Did he really want to do this?  Was he prepared for  this?
He bit at her nipple while continuing to suck his mother's milk.   She
was moaning now and wrapped her legs around him.  He  wasn't  sure  if
this was to encourage him, or whether his mother in her excitement was
really oblivious to what he was doing.  Jack  could  not  see  how  he
could turn back at this point.  He was feverish,  and  felt  beads  of
perspiration on his forehead.  This wasn't just his doing, or was  it?
He was so confused, but he knew he had to do it.  He could not  go  on
with his life not knowing, not plunging  into  the  mysteries  of  his
mother after having come this far.

Jack pushed slightly, and felt himself slid into  his  mother's  pussy
like butter.  It was so easy, and, yet, this was  an  act  that  would
forever change his relationship with his mother.  Everything they  had
done previously was, by and large, innocent.  She needed him  to  suck
her milk to relieve her discomfort.  If  they  both  derived  pleasure
from it, there was no shame.  Despite the heated play, they were still
acting as mother and son.  Now with his single act  they  had  crossed
the line from mother and son to - lovers.  He could not undo what  had
been done, but he was not sure he wanted to undo it.

They both paused for a minute.  Now fully aware of what had been  done
- and what could not be undone.  His mother, then, reached behind  him
and grabbed his buttocks.  She pulled him to her, making him slid  all
the way inside of her.  The feeling was indescribable.  It was like  a
tight, wet, warm velvet glove was lovingly grabbing his cock.

"Oh, Jack.  Oh, my baby."

Mom's last breast was now almost drained.  Jack and his mother started
slowly fucking while Jack continued to suckle the last  of  her  milk.
He pushed his pelvis; and his cock slid effortlessly the rest  of  the
way into his mother's warmth.  His origin.  His source.  It felt  like
heaven.  I should have felt  dirty  and  perverted,  but  it  felt  so
natural and wonderful to make love with this beautiful woman who  gave
him birth.

Tentatively he pulled out slightly and pushed back.  The friction sent
fire into his loins.  He knew his mother felt the same because he felt
her return his thrusts by arching her hips.   Was  this  fucking?   In
Jack's  private  readings  on  the  subject  he  had  heard  of   many
dysfunction's  and  problems  regarding  sex.   He  had   thought   it
hopelessly complicated, but nothing could seem  as  natural  to  Jack,
then, than fucking his mother.

"Jack..."  his mom moaned.  Jack knew that she was close.

Jack lifted his body up a bit and kissed his mother.   He  could  feel
her bare breasts pressing his chest.  Milk still leaking from them was
soaking his pajama shirt.  His mother returned his kiss, and soon  his
tongue snaked its way into her mouth.  Mother  and  son  embraced  and
kissed deeply while their hips banged together.

Tension built in his loins, and Jack fought for  control  against  his
own body.  His mother pinched his buttocks  tight  as  she  forcefully
pulled him to her.

"Mom!"  he tried to shout in warning.  But it was too late.   He  came
in a violent eruption, ejaculated in waves into his mother.

"Oh, Jack..."  His mother wrapped her legs around him, and pushed  her
hips back and forth against him.

"Jack ..."  Her cry softening into a whimper.

Jack could feel his mother's body relax  against  him.   He  tried  to
climb off his mother but she pulled him back to her.  They  were  both
silent.  Jack could feel his mother's  heartbeat  against  him  slowly
climb back to normal.  Eventually, he rolled off his mother  and  laid
next to her.  Both  exhausted,  they  both  fell  asleep  holding  one
another.

The  next  morning  the  sun  woke  Jack  up.   He   was   immediately
disoriented.  He looked around and saw he was in  his  mother's  room.
He looked over and saw his mother naked sleeping next to  him.   Panic
set in.  What had he done?  What should he do?

Jack laid there next to his mother staring at ceiling.  He  discovered
that he too was naked - he must have removed and kicked off  the  rest
of his pajamas during the night.  He felt his  mother  stirring.   She
opened her eyes groggily and also looked  disoriented.   She  met  his
eyes, and Jack looked away guiltily.

"Morning, Jack."  she said in a flat voice.

"Morning, Mom."  Jack muttered in reply.

"Mom, ...  I'm sor.."  she pressed her finger to his lips.

"Don't be sorry, Jack.  I should have known it was going  to  come  to
this.  It just ...  felt so good.  And it's  been  too  long  for  me,
Baby."  She stroked his cheek tenderly.

"It was good, Jack.  Better than I would have thought.  But  we  can't
let this happen again.  It's wrong.  You've done so much for  me,  and
now I feel I've taken advantage of you."

"M-mom, you didn't ..."  he started to stutter.

She cut him off.  "Jack, let's never discuss this again, please?"  she
said firmly.  Jack nodded in agreement.

"Now, Jack could you please give me some privacy while I get dressed?"

Jack got out of bed, and quickly grabbing his  pajamas  that  were  in
crumbled ball next to his mothers panties.  When had  she  taken  them
off?  Embarrassed, Jack clutched the pajamas to his groin, and quickly
left his mother's bedroom.  He closed the door behind him and  put  on
his pajamas.

His mother, dressed in a loose white dress, came to the kitchen  table
carrying Bobby.  They ate breakfast together mostly silent.  He  tried
to busy himself reading the paper while his Mom held  the  bottle  for
Bobby while at the same time ate her breakfast.

Jack looked at the clock.

"Mom, I'd better - I'll be late for school."  He tried to look away as
he gave his mom a quick peck on the cheek.  As he was almost  out  the
door, his mother said,

"Jack, you're coming home at lunch time, right?"  He  looked  back  at
his mother puzzled.

"You have to ...", she cupped his breast,  "you  know."   Jack  didn't
know what to say.

"Ah, sure Mom."

His mom gave him a sly look.  "...  unless you  want  to  get  another
pump from the hospital."  she added.  "M-momm, I-I won't have time  to
stop - I'm running late."  Jack stammered.  She looked  back  at  Jack
and smiled.

"OK, you can pick up it when you want - but I'll need you."

"Yeah, Mom, sure."

In a whisper she added, "But like yesterday,  Jack  -  not  like  last
night."

"Yeah ...  sure."

Jack was so confused that he muttered a good-bye  to  his  mother  and
hurried out the door.  In school Jack was listless,  and  had  trouble
concentrating.  He got the results back  on  his  Chemistry  exam  and
found gotten an "A".  At least some things in his life where going all
right.  Sara Jo tried to make eye contact with him  during  class  but
Jack just returned her a forced smile  and  looked  away.   Jack  kept
looking at his watch nervously.

Jack rushed out the door as soon as the  noon  bell  rang.   He  found
himself speeding again, and had to make a  conscious  effort  to  slow
down.  Jack was going home for his - noon feeding?

His mom was in the bedroom sitting on the bed  waiting  for  him.   As
before she had the nursing bra on with the flaps pulled back to expose
her swollen breasts.   Unlike  before,  though,  his  mother  wore  no
panties.  She was nude - bare except for the  nursing  bra  that  only
emphasized rather than concealed her nudity.  She laid there  inviting
before him.  With his eyes Jack traced the  outline  of  his  mother's
smooth legs up to her soft blond fuzz of public hair.

She looked at Jack somewhat sheepishly and  seductively  at  the  same
time.  "Surprised, Jack?"  she looked at him.

"Jack, I don't know if what we did together was right or  not,  but  I
know I don't want it to end."  His mother sat  up  more  on  the  bed,
which caused her breasts to juggle delightfully.

"I've been getting all worked up this  morning  just  thinking  about,
Jack.  God help me, but I know I don't want what we  had  together  to
stop.".  Tears were welling in her eyes now."

"My life has been such a mess, and now I've made  a  mess  of  yours."
"No, Mom!"  He protested.

"I wonder if its so wrong to be intimate with my own son.   It  should
be wrong, but it feels so good - and not just  the  physical  kind  of
good."  She looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Jack, if you don't want to - I'll understand - but please don't think
badly of your mother."

Jack's cock was throbbing so badly he was afraid he was going to  come
in pants just standing there.  Without saying a word  he  stripped  in
front of  his  mother.   He  surprised  himself  by  not  feeling  any
embarrassment.  He threw his clothes  on  the  floor  and  joined  his
mother on the bed.

He grabbed his  mother's  tit  with  both  hands,  firmly  and  almost
roughly, and His mother's milk poured into his  mouth,  and  he  drank
deeply.

"Oh, Jack.", she moaned as he relieved the pressure from  her  breast.
Jack heard himself making loud slurping sounds as he  hungrily  sucked
at his mother's breast.  Jack almost jumped out his skin  as  he  felt
his mother's cool hand at his cock.  She tenderly and expertly stroked
it just like he would have  done  it  for  himself.   He  almost  felt
himself climaxing, but his mother backed away just  in  time,  leaving
his cock quivering with excitement and frustration.  She guided him to
the source of her warmth between her legs.  His  cock  slid  into  his
mother effortlessly.  She was hot and wet.

"Ooh, Mom."  he moaned with sheer pleasure.

As he suckled he let his teeth scrap lightly against his mom's nipple.
She bucked her hips against him, pushing him further into his mother's
pussy.  Jack reached under his  mom  and  felt  his  mother's  rounded
buttocks.

"Come on, Jack, *fuck* me," his mother said in a strained whisper.  He
was a little shocked and also not a little turned on by  his  mother's
use of profanity.  Jack drove his hips  into  his  mother  as  he  bit
gently into her nipple.  His mother  returned  his  thrusts  and  soon
their bodies were moving in a heated rhythm by themselves.

"Fuck your mother."  she moaned.  Jack switched  breasts  and  felt  a
fresh spray of warm milk in his mouth.

"Mom ...  Mom ...  Mom."   he  heard  himself  moaning  involuntarily.
Their hips bucked wildly against each other as  mother  and  son  came
together in a shuddering, cathartic orgasm.

"God, that was good, Jack."  his mother smiled.  "That was so good and
I don't feel the least bit guilty, do you?"

Jack shook his head and couldn't help but smile back.   It  was  true.
He didn't feel guilty or ashamed.  He actually felt a genuine love and
closeness to his mother that  he  never  had  dreamt  of.   There  was
absolutely nothing wrong with making love to this beautiful and lovely
lady who gave him birth.

"I love you, Mom."  He heard his voice crack as he hugged  his  mother
tightly.

"I love you, too, Jack."  They embraced and  he  could  actually  feel
himself stirring again.

"Oh, Jack, I wish we could do it once more, but you've got to get back
to school."  His cock was erect again.

"I could call in sick ..."

"No, Jack, we can't let this part of us displace other things  in  our
life.  "Besides, we've got tonight to  look  forward  to."   she  said
playfully as she ran her hands through his hair.

He looked down at his mother without doleful eyes.

"Tonight."  she reminded him.

In school Jack was distracted.  I actually fucked my mother, he though
with a mixture of excitement - and shame.  He realized that this was a
fulfillment of a sexual fantasy he had  long  suppressed.   He  didn't
know what this meant for him and Mom but he knew he didn't want it  to
end.

"...  Jack Baker?"  Jack was startled from his reverie.   He  realized
with alarm that Mr. Humbert his geometry teacher, was addressing him.

"Huh, could you repeat the question, Sir?"  He replied awkwardly.

The class roared with laughter, and Jack just wanted  to  crawl  under
the desk.

"Sorry to disturb your sleep, Mr. Baker."  Humbert said sarcastically.
"Now, class who  knows  the  answer?"   Hands  all  around  Jack  were
immediately raised in response.

Finally, the 3:00 bell rang and Jack quickly darted out the door.   He
raced to the exit but was stopped before he could reach the door.

"Why are you avoiding me, Jack?"  said Sara  Jo,  giving  him  a  hurt
look.

"I'm not avoiding you."  Jack tried to reply in reassuring voice.

"Well, it certainly seems that way, Jack Baker."

She looked him in the eye.  "Is there some else, Jack?"

"No, Sara Jo, God no.  I've been busy.  With my mother.  I'm trying to
help her out around the house.  She has her hands full  with  the  new
baby."

"Of course, Jack, I feel so foolish.  How is your mom doing, anyway?"

"Well, she's doing just much better.  I'm  just  trying  to  help  out
where I can."  he said in voice that  sounded  to  him  a  little  too
nervous.

"If there's anything I can do to help please let me  know,  Jack"  she
said sympathetically.

"Thanks, Sara Jo.  Look, I've got to run.  We'll talk later, OK."

Her bedroom was dark.  For a moment Jack thought she wasn't  home  and
paniced.  But when he peeked into his mom's bedroom he  saw  that  she
was waiting for him.  The soft  flickering  light  from  many  candles
outlined his mother's nudity and she laid across the bed smiling up at
him.  They made love slowly in the candlelight.  He started  to  learn
how  to  sense  responses  in  his  mother's  body  and  pace  himself
accordingly.  Jack and his mother took their time exploring each other
bodies.  They slowly built up their passion as they fucked until  they
came together in a warm embrace.

Later  that  night  they  changed  tactics  and  teased   each   other
mercilessly as they fucked each other hard,  almost  rough;  and  came
together in a violent orgasm.  Throughout the night  they  took  turns
waking up one another and fucking.  In the morning they were exhausted
and sweaty, and the bed sheet was full of come stains and milk.   Jack
woke up groggily with a raging hard-on brushing against the  crack  of
his mother's bare ass.  His mother, feeling him stirring against  her,
awakened; and they proceeded to fuck in the morning light.

A few days later Jack moved into his mother's bedroom.  Since he spent
most of his time there anyway, it made perfect sense to both of  them.
Jack and his mother could not keep their hands off one another.   They
fucked every four hours during Jack's 'feedings', and would often find
time in between.  They tried everything together; and were  constantly
finding new ways to tease and excite each other.  She  introduced  him
to oral sex; and Jack went wild as soon as his mother  took  his  cock
into her mouth.  Mom sucked him and teased his with her  tongue  until
he shot his load into her mouth in  a  screaming  orgasm.   Jack  also
tried oral sex on his mom which he did not particularly enjoy  himself
but he did get off on how excited his mother became as she locked  her
legs around his head and bucked her hips wildly.

Jack and his mom enjoyed when he loving applied lotion to her body  to
avoid scars from stretch marks.  He would spend hours lovingly rubbing
in the creamy lotion  into  her  swollen  breasts,  rounded  hips  and
buttocks.  They would always end up  fucking  during  these  sessions.
One time his mother greased up his cock with liberal  amounts  of  the
lotion, and got down on all fours so he could fuck her ass.  Jack  had
heard about anal sex and always considered it somewhat perverted.  But
he was not prepared for the exquisite pleasure of his  mother's  tight
ass as he pushed his cock past his mother's sphincter  and  deep  into
her rectum.  He fucked slowly at first because he was concerned  about
any pain he might be causing his mother, but she  egged  him  on  with
breathy obscenities which caused him to start fucking his mother's ass
harder.  He finally came in an intense orgasm in which he  pumped  his
mother's ass with his semen.  After that first time, anal  sex  became
one of their favorites.  He knew it caused  her  some  discomfort  but
strangely enough to Jack the small amount of pain that accompanied the
pleasure seemed to be part of the excitement for both of them.

His mother enjoyed teasing him.   Knowing  his  fascination  with  her
underwear,  she  would  dress  up  in  lingerie   and   strut   around
provocatively until Jack grabbed her and threw her on the bed.   Since
his mother's breasts were now two  cups  sizes  larger,  her  cleavage
would overfill many of her old brassieres - which of  course  enhanced
the effect for Jack.  His mother would pick out entire outfits with  a
dress, jewelry, stockings, high heels and  lingerie,  and  do  a  slow
strip tease in front of him.  She would dress  topless,  bottomless  -
anything to drive him wild.  After finding out Jack's fascination with
garterbelts, she went shopping one morning and met  him  at  the  door
when he came home from school wearing nothing but silver  earrings,  a
black garterbelt, seamed dark sheer stockings, 5 inch  spike  heels  -
and a wicked smile.  They didn't even make it to the bed that time  as
they fucked with abandon on the living room floor.

Not unsurprising, breast play was  a  regular  part  of  their  sexual
repertoire.  They would frequently fuck with Jack laying down and with
his mother sitting on him with her pendulous breasts hanging over him.
In this position they could conformably fuck  while  Jack  sucked  his
mother's swollen tits.  He would usually end soaking in his mom's milk
as his mother rode him to a blissful orgasm.  When Jack and his mother
discovered the delights of anal sex, they found  they  could  use  the
same position.  Jack would stick his cock up his  mother's  tight  ass
while he sucked milk from her breasts.  She  liked  the  control  that
this position gave them as they butt fucked;  and  Jack  thought  this
gave him the best -or was it breast- of both worlds.

One day after Jack and his mother were going at it hot  and  heavy  on
the bed, his mother suggested something new.

"Sure, Mom."  Jack  said  eagerly.   He  was  always  willing  to  try
something new.

She laid on her side, which caused both of her heavy breasts  to  flop
together.

"Jack, lay on your side facing me, and slide up a little, Baby."

She took his engorged cock and inserted in between her breasts.

"Mmmm, I like this, Mom."  he said as he reveled in the  feel  of  her
smooth, warm breast flesh against his cock.

"Now, just fuck Mom's tits, Honey" she said in a Mae West imitation.

Jack needed no further  instruction  and  started  fucking  his  mom's
cleavage.  This was true delight.  Warm milk started leaking from  her
nipples and run down his cock.

"God, Mom."  He squeezed both of her breasts together  tightly  around
his cock.  Milk started squirted in the air and on his abdomen.

She was squirming now.  Jack knew his mother could  orgasm  just  from
heavy breast play.  With both hands he kneaded her breasts and  fucked
her cleavage.  Her breasts were heavy and full and possessed  a  inner
warmth that radiated into his cock.  His mom's breasts were slick with
her milk which provided the needed lubrication as he fucked her  tits.
Jack didn't survive this ecstasy for long  because  he  soon  came  to
orgasm.  Alarmed suddenly, he tried to move himself away from his mom;
but he discovered too late as he shoot wave after wave of  white  jism
into his mother's face.

Jack sat up suddenly and looked at his mother concerned.  Big wads  of
his semen hung from his mother's left cheek and chin.

"Sorry, Mom, I got kinda carried away."

"Don't be silly, Jack."  She gave him a smile that warmed his heart.

"It's supposed to be good for the skin."  she said as she  rubbed  the
mess into her face.  She saw his horrified reaction and smiled.

"It's OK, Jack."  she said reassuringly.

His mother was washing dishes as he entered the kitchen.

"Hi, Babe."  she said with turning around.

Without saying a word he reached around  his  mother  and  cupped  her
breasts through her dress.  He reached into the front of his  mother's
dress and slipped his hand into the top of her brassiere, feeling  the
warmth of her bare breast inside.

"Mmmm.  Let's go in the bedroom, Jack."

"No.  I've got a better idea, Mom"

With the other hand he lifted the back of his mother's  dress  to  her
waist.  He pinched his mother's nipple and felt  her  warm  milk  drop
down his fingers while he yanked down his mother's  panties  over  the
swell of her ass.

"Oooh, Jack", his mother moaned.

Jack took the plastic bottle of dishwashing detergent from the counter
and squirted a big glob  of  the  green  liquid  onto  his  palm.   He
unzipped  himself  and  spread  the  goo  onto  his  erect  cock.   He
transferred the remainder of the glob  onto  his  index  finger,  and,
then, rubbed it into the crack of his mom's ass.

His mother squirmed.  "Brrr, its cold, Jack."

"I'll warm it up for you, Mom."  His finger found his  mother's  anus.
He poked it into his mother's ass and spread the goo with  a  circular
motion.  Used to anal play now, she relaxed her sphincter  and  spread
her legs at his intrusion.

"Jack,  do  it.   Fuck  your  mother's  ass."   she  said  in  growing
excitement.

Jack placed his cock against his mother's asshole.  He pushed and slid
with little resistance into her ass.

He kissed the back of her neck as he pushed into his mother's butt.

"Oh, Mom."  he heard himself moan.

He bit her earlobe lightly as he started fucking her ass.

"Motherfucker," she goaded.   She  knew  calling  him  a  motherfucker
always excited him.

"You love it, Mom."  He was thrusting  harder  now.   His  mother  was
bucking her ass back against him in sync with him.  He knew they  were
both close now.

"Oh...oh...oh!"  he grunted as he came in his mother's ass.   He  felt
his mother's body tighten and relax under his embrace.

They both collapsed to the cold kitchen floor and held other tenderly.

Their lives were changed, forever changed, by their new  relationship.
They were still mother and son but so much more.  They were lovers and
best  friends  and  confidants.   The  intensity   of   their   sexual
relationship scared them at first.  Was all there always  this  sexual
tension between a mother and son that is normally suppressed, only  to
be unsatisfactorily fulfilled in proxy  sexual  relationships?   Maybe
this sheer intensity of the sex between a mother and son is  the  real
origin of the incest taboo.  It was a obsession;  a  sexual  addiction
that could easily threatened to  displace  everything  else  in  their
lives.  Jack and his mother knew they had to  control  the  flames  of
their passions to keep it from  consuming  their  lives.   They  still
fucked like rabbits around  the  clock;  but  his  mother  was  always
careful to make sure that the mundane matters of  everyday  life  were
still attended to.  Jack not only  kept  up  at  school  but  actually
starting excelling.  Jack knew at the end of each day his mother would
waiting for him - usually with some new sexual kink that  would  drive
them to new sexual heights as they fucked through the night.

His mom insisted that he keep up relationships with other girls.   She
reminded him that he would grow tired of her  when  she  was  old  and
gray.  He vehemently protested, but she told him it would be healthier
for him anyway to maintain other relationships.  Grudgingly, he agreed
and called up Sara Jo.  Sara Jo was happy to hear from him,  and  they
chatted amicably.  They finally agreed on a dinner date  for  Saturday
evening.

Sara Jo was eager to resume their relationship.  Jack was surprised to
find  that  he  had  actually   missed   her.    His   yet-unfulfilled
relationship with Sara Jo could never compete with the  depth  of  his
emotional and sexual relationship with his mother, but  there  was  no
reason why  they  had  to  compete  at  all.   The  innocence  of  his
relationship with Sara Jo was simply in a different category with  the
overwhelming intensity of the one with his mother.  Perhaps there  was
room for both relationships in his life.  His mother,  as  usual,  was
right.

Later that evening he drove Sara Jo to  a  secluded  spot  on  a  hill
overlooking the lights of the city.  They kissed for a while and  soon
progressed into heavy petting.  He smoothly slipped his hand into  her
blouse and into the top of her bra.  His breasts,  although  large  by
the standards of most high school girls - and boys- were much  smaller
that his mother's and lacked the heavy plumpness he was accustomed to.
Still they were warm and soft and had a certainly perkiness that added
to their charm.  He reached for the snap  of  her  brassiere,  but  as
always before Sara Jo reached out in alarm to stop  him.   This  time,
instead  of  pulling  away,  Jack  kissed  her  deeply  while  lightly
caressing her nipple with his hand that was  still  in  her  bra.   He
moved to her earlobe and bit it gently while  he  pinched  her  nipple
between his fingers.  He sensed when the  resistance  left  her  body.
Looking at her directly in the eye he casually reached behind her  and
unsnapped Sara Jo's bra.   She  sat  there  transfixed  as  he  slowly
unbuttoned the remainder of her blouse, leaving Sara Jo  topless.   He
studied her body while Sara Jo looked away in embarrassment.  She  was
overwhelmed by  the  sudden  confidence  Jack  was  displaying.   This
confidence came easily to Jack now after a month of fucking his mother
day and night.  He now knew a woman's body almost as well as his  own.
He knew what subtle responses in a woman to  look  for  that  revealed
resistance or surrender.  Sara Jo was no match for him.

Sara Jo's breasts, although lacking the voluptuousness of those of his
mother, were sexy in their own fashion.   Like  her  face,  Sara  Jo's
breasts were sprinkled with light brown freckles.  Her nipples were  a
much lighter pink  than  his  mother's,  and  her  areolas  were  more
distinctly rounded.  Judging from  his  mother  and  his  own  private
studies of Playboy, Jack had come to the conclusion that  the  areolas
of very large breasts tended to be somewhat distorted,  maybe  due  to
the stretching of the skin.  Sara Jo sitting before him naked from the
waist up was pretty and genuinely sexy in a way  that  different  from
the way his mother was sexy.  He kissed  Sara  Jo  gently  and  helped
removed the remainder of her clothes.  They made love tenderly in  the
back seat of his car.  He enjoyed teaching her and guiding her as they
slowly fucked.  With his mother he was  the  student  -  and  probably
always would be - but with Sara Jo he could be the teacher.

After they came they held each other silently for a few moments.

"Jack, I've never seen like this.  You see, so different, so much more
grownup."  she whispered.  She thought for a moment and, then, said in
a voice that revealed a crack, "You haven't been with any other girls,
have you Jack?"

"Just my mother."  He grinned.  He laughed to himself at  his  private
joke.

"I was afraid there was someone else, Jack."  she said in  a  relieved
voice.

"No, Sweetie."  He kissed her on the forehead.

Jack came home after dropping off Sara Jo.  His mother was waiting for
him  wearing  the  short  babydoll  nightgown  that  he  had  been  so
infatuated with  lately.   Her  huge  breasts  protruded  through  red
transparent material.  He could see  that  she  was  not  wearing  the
matching panties that came with the outfit.

"Well, how was it?"

"It was nice, Mom."  he said in a guarded voice.

"Did you fuck her?"  He winced slightly at  his  mother's  coarseness.
He and his mother were of course accustomed to using profanity in  the
heat of their passion.  But it sounded somewhat  course  and  rude  to
Jack's ear to use that term in reference to Sara  Jo.   Jack  realized
his thought was somewhat silly, though, because he  and  Sara  Jo  had
certainly fucked.

"Yeah, Mom, but I don't really want to talk  about  it."   He  started
removing his clothes.

"Was she as good as me?", his mother teased.  She  got  up  all  fours
with her back to him.  Her big bare ass hung out  obscenely  from  the
bottom of the short nightgown.

"No one is as good as you, Mom."  he said as he climbed up on the  bed
and mounted his mother.  She had already pre-lubricated her  ass  with
KY jelly, and his cock slid  into  his  mother's  rectum  with  little
resistance.  He reached under his mom and grabbed  her  full  breasts.
Milk immediately leaked into his palms.   His  little  adventure  with
Sara Jo excited them both, and they rutted like dogs.  His mother  was
a bitch in heat who pleaded with him to fuck her  ass  harder  with  a
string of heated profanities.  They moaned harshly in unison with each
stroke until they came together in a screaming climax.

They held each other close and kissed fondly with genuine affection.

"No one could ever replace you, Mom."  he  said  as  he  absent-minded
played with his mother's breasts.

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