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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. ---------------------------------------
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. -------------------------------------
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.
-------------------------------- 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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