Title: Dont Worry We Have All Done It
Keywords: mF, cheat, anal, inc, mom, son, teen, mat
Author: Caesar
Summary: Three friends convince the fourth that they are all fornicating with their mothers - Ronald goes home to his mother and does what he can to be her lover.







There was a young soldier from Munich
Whose penis hung down past his tunic,
        And their chops girls would lick
        When they thought of his prick,
But alas! he was only a eunuch.

 

Dont Worry We Have All Done It

by Caesar, copyright 2003

$Revision: 1.7 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

Ronald looked in amazement at his three closest friends, while they
nodded and smirked knowingly.

The conversation started as it often does, with Ronald moaning about
the lack of 'pussy' in his life.  His hard teenage cock and nothing
but his hand to relieve it!

This time, though, the conversation took a strange turn when Bill
became almost like a conspirator and looked around the food-court, as
if to see if anyone was listening, and whispered to his three friends
- "I'm not supposed to tell anyone...", another look around, "but I've
got something regular at home."

John and Sean looked sceptical - but Ronald leaned forward, anxious
for more info.  "Home?"

"Yea man... have you never thought about shagging your ol' lady?"

"Mom!"

"Shit yea!  With titties like your old lady, I'd have my dick between
them every night."

Ronald sat back, shaking his head - disliking how his close friend was
referring to his mother.  Mother-talk was off limits - everyone knew
that.

Bill would not relent, "Go ahead and tell him John?"

John turned back to Bill, as if he was not listening to the
conversation, and asked as if bored, "Tell him what?"

"You know... how you whispered to me a few months ago how you and your
mother do it!"

John started to smirk, staring into his friend Bill's eyes.  "That was
a secret Bill!"  He didn't look too put off about the cat being out of
the bag but Ronald was too stunned to notice.

John turned to Ronald and leaned over the table like Bill had done,
"You know how my mom is all pure and shit?"  Ronald did - she was a
leading persona in the local church, and had a tough, no-nonsense way
about her.  She was the type of woman that thought 'heck' was a
curse-word.  "Well let me tell ya, my old lady has it bad for me
Ronald."

At this point, Ronald was wide-eyed, unable to believe what he was
hearing - not John too!

Bill put his arm around Ronald and leaned in, so that the three of
them had there faces just centimetres apart, "Go ahead and give him
some details John?"

John frowned, "'Details'?"

Bill nodded enthusiastically, "Yea... you know...?"

John smirked widely and whispered proudly, "My mom can't get enough of
my... you know... my stuff."

"Your stuff?"  Asked Ronald and Bill at the same time.

John's cheeks turned a shade of red and he had to take a gulp of his
soft drink before continuing.  "You guys are fucking perverts - do you
know that?"

Sean mumbled, not included in the conversation so far, "Amen to that."

Bill groaned, "Tell us man!"

John blurted out, "She loves my come!"  Ronald's mouth had opened
comically while Bill was smiling wildly, looking back and forth
between his two friends.  "Whatever we do; hand job, blow, fuck - she
always wants me to shoot on her face.  Mom calls it her 'youth
agent'!"  John finally sat back and looked proudly at his two friends.

Bill sat back and smirked, staring at Ronald whom was still leaning
forward in mild shock.

Sean broke his silence, and his lack of enthusiasm at the conversation
and, finally, spoke up, "My mom is worried about getting pregnant so
I'm not allowed anywhere near her cunt."

Bill laughed loudly, but quickly controlled himself and asked, baiting
his friend on, "What are you allowed to do Sean?"

"I do the old slut's ass mostly, her mouth when I get bored."

Ronald now looked at each of his friends in turn, shocked at what had
been revealed in the last five minutes.  Sean's mother was a tall fat
woman that was anything but pretty.  John's mother was a strict
puritan but was attractive in a stern sort of way.

Bill laughed when his friend looked at him, "I feel like a candy-ass
Ronald, only thing my ol' lady does is sneak into my room after dads
asleep."

Bill's mother was a plain skinny woman who had always been nice to all
her son's friends, especially Ronald since she was friends with his
own mom.

Minutes passed in silence before Ronald finally sat back and said,
"Na!  You guys are putting me on?"

John began to laugh, Sean smiling wildly, which was very out of
character for him but it was Bill that turned serious, "You don't
believe us?"  John calmed down, but was still smiling wildly.  "We
finally open up to you and you fucking ridicule us?"

Bill turned his head in disgust and Ronald looked nervously at his
best friend - having rarely ever seen him angry before.  "This is all
straight?"

John nodded affirmatively, Sean just sat with that wide-stupid grin on
his face.

"No shit?"

Bill turned back to his best friend, "I thought I was the luckiest guy
in the world until John confided in me that he was doing his ol' lady
too... then I started to think all guys our age were poking their
mothers.  Lets face it our dads are getting old or are too interested
in work to give a shit.  Our mothers have hit their 'peak'", he said
it with emphasis and each of the teenagers knew exactly what he meant,
"and suddenly they look around and realize they have a hard ready cock
right under their own roofs.  We love our mothers", John and Sean
nodded, "and they love us - but now they can also get all the hard
cock they can ask for."

Dumbly Ronald asked, "You guys are serious?"

The three teenagers starred at their friend and nodded affirmatively
in unison.  It was Bill, again, that spoke up, "Do you want to know
what my mother whispers to me after we are done?  That she is just
getting me ready for marriage!"  Bill laughed loudly again, his old
comical self.

Sean added, "As if you need to get married with your mom giving you a
regular tumble!"  Bill laughed even louder.

Seconds turned to minutes and the four friends swapped looks and
finished the mound of french fries in the middle of the table.

Ronald could not let it go so easily though, "How did you guys start
this?"

John shrugged and looked at Bill and Sean, as if for support.  It was
Bill that volunteered first, "She caught me jerking off in her
panties."

"No way!"

Bill nodded, wearing a serious face, "No shit.  There I was in my bed,
thinking the house was empty and then I look up and she is standing in
the door with a shocked look on her face."

Ronald was getting anxious and his voice revealed this, "Did she jump
you right there?"

"Na.  I felt like shit after she tore out of there.  'It' happened a
couple days later... I woke up in the middle of the night with my ol'
lady laying naked next to me, stroking my hard dick and pressing her
bush into my hip.  It was weird because we didn't say a word - when
she knew I was awake, she rolled on top of me and sucked me off as I
licked her wet cunt.  I didn't last long - what guy could right?"

The three other guys grunted in agreement.

"But my ol' lady knows how to handle a dick, she sat up and rode my
face while one of her hands continued to stroke me.  I rimmed her ass,
tongue-fucked her cunt, nibbled on her clit all the while she was just
flowing all over my fucking face and I must have swallowed a cupful of
her juices.  Then she spun around and before I knew it she was riding
me like a fucking wild woman."

Ronald and John were red in the face while Sean was smirking.  It was
he that broke the trance that Bill had caused in the teenagers, "I got
my mom drunk and then raped the old bitch."

All the eyes spun toward the largest of the friends, Ronald shocked at
the new information he had just heard.

Sean must have felt the astonished hostility from his friends and
volunteered more information, "The old skank begged me to shag her ass
that night rather than take a chance on her bearing another brat - and
I must have done a good job, because anytime I now wiggle my finger
she'll bend over for me."  Sean was the third of five siblings.

As if it was his turn, the three friends turned to John and waited
impatiently.  "You guys are just fucking amazing.  You want to know
how it started with me huh?  OK perverts; mom started to come into the
bathroom while I showered.  To talk, she said, it was the only time we
had that was for ourselves, she said.  It didn't take long before she
was washing me, jerking me... sucking."

"Is that when you discovered her infatuation for your stuff man?"
Asked Bill, seemingly anxious for an answer.

"Yea, mom could not get enough.  When I'm ready to blow, she'll stroke
me so I shoot on her face, or in her hands... then she'll rub it over
her face and chest."

Ronald asked breathlessly, "On her tits too John?"  John's mother had
almost no breasts to speak off - but any woman's bosom area was a
thing of infatuation for Ronald and his friends.

Bill laughed suddenly, breaking the tension for the foursome and
added, "Maybe your ol' lady thinks sperm will make them grow?"

John turned red and didn't say anything.

Ronald sat back and looked at each of his friends closely, finally
accepting, fully, that what he had just heard was the truth.  And it
shocked and depressed him.  Depressing because, he was the only one of
the four close friends that did not have a mother that gave it up for
him.  It also angered him; bringing on thoughts that his mother did
not love him as much as his friends' old ladies.

 -*-

When she came home, it was with a bang of the coat rack falling
against the wall, a distant curse for some unknown reason and the
slamming of the front door.

Ronald sat up on his bed and starred into the darkness, his heart
thumping, his hands trembling and his mouth dry.  Echo's of his
buddies words raging through his consciousness as if the conversation
had happened an hour ago rather than eight hours before.

Having come home about six o'clock, Ronald had found a note from his
mother telling him to order pizza with the money she had left him, and
that she would be going out with the 'girls'.  Picking up the phone to
dial for a pizza, he noticed they had messages and listened as his
father apologizing and explained why he had to suddenly fly out on
business for the week.

Watching some nothing show, Ronald had eaten alone - thinking
continuously about Bill, John and Sean's stories.  Afterwards the
teenager had gone to his room and used his computer to surf the 'net -
finding an incredible amount of mother-son incest stories that
fascinated him.

Another curse from downstairs and the clicking of heels on the
hardwood floors in the foyer.  The heels moved toward the back of the
house and the kitchen and then the sound of glass breaking which was
followed with an immediate curse.

Ronald acted when he heard the glass break - jumping up and rushing
down the stairs to the lite kitchen.  It was mostly instinct - but it
was also that part of him that wanted to go down and see his mother,
perhaps to confront her.

His mother Jennifer stood before the open fridge door and turned her
head when she heard her only child rush down the stairs and into the
room.  Comically she held up the water jug and smirked.

Ronald squinted at the bright light while his mother swayed above a
spreading pool of milk and a broken glass bottle.  She was still
wearing her black heels and had glazed irregular eyes.

It was not uncommon for his mother to go out when his dad went out of
town - nor was it uncommon that she would drink herself into a
half-stupor.  The difference this night was Ronald himself, the words
of his friends fuelling his thoughts and imagination.  Hadn't Sean
revealed that he had gotten his mother drunk that first time?

Ronald, when his eyes adjusted to the light, saw that his mother had
dressed rather stylish for her night out - black heels, black nylons,
black leather skirt and a sheer black silk blouse with a black
undergarment beneath.  She had pampered her hair, putting a lot into
hair spray and blow-drying it.  Jennifer, his mother, must have looked
rather nice, for a forty year-old woman, as she left with her friends.

Now though, she looked drunk, tired and rather dishevelled and weary.
And not 'weary' from her age either.

Yet, her son only saw the curves of her voluptuous frame, the thrust
of her bosom the small tampered ankles with sexy round strong calves.
The other guys had done their mothers, why had his mom and he
not... you know?  Ronald had always thought she loved him.

"You OK mom?"

"Silly me... I spilt some milk!"  Jennifer giggled stupidly and then
abruptly stopped to steady herself, with her free hand, on the
counter.

Ronald could see that it would not take much for his mom to topple
over - perhaps even into the glass on the floor.  So he carefully
stepped into the kitchen, upon bare feet, and guided his mother toward
the table.  "Sit down mom."

Jennifer half-fell into the hardwood chair with a grunt at the rough
landing on her well-padded bottom and then a chuckle, her wide bottom
filling the chair perfectly.  "Thanks baby."

Ronald had been moving toward the broom closet when he heard hear
words.  'Baby' - perhaps if his mother had not thought of him as a
child things would have progressed in step with his friends.  If she
considered him a man now rather than a small child, she would also
consider him for a sexual partner?

"Could you get me a cup baby, I think your mom is a little drunk."
Another stupid sounding chuckle.

She spilt the water as she was tipping the jug - and Ronald yanked it
from her hand to finish what his mother had started.  Jennifer did not
seem to notice though, and squeezed her son's lower arm in thanks.

As he swept and mopped the floor, Jennifer watched her half dressed
teenage son with a happy smile.  Having just come from his bed, he
wore only his pyjama bottoms and nothing else.  But Ronald did not
notice his mothers gaze, as he was trying to control the mounting
anger within him.

"Your such a beautiful boy baby!"

Ronald barely heard his mothers comment, other than to fixate on the
fact that she used 'boy' and 'baby' as if he had not hit puberty yet.

What was wrong with him, he raged at himself, why was she not filled
with passion and throwing herself at him?  Like the other guys
mothers, he reminded himself.

Just as he was finishing up the mess on the floor, his mother pushed
herself to her feet and stumbled toward the exit mumbling something
about 'bed'.  It was obvious to her only child that his mother stood a
great chance on hurting herself as she half threw herself toward the
door but hit the wall a meter to the right instead.

Rushing up behind his mother, Ronald had to hold her under her arm to
stop her from sliding down the wall to the tiled floor like some
character out of a comic.

With a stupid smile, Jennifer turned her head toward her son, "Thanks.
Looks like your mom is pretty much smashed tonight."

"Don't worry about it mom, I'll help you upstairs."

"You are a good boy baby."

Though he was at least a hand taller than his mother, with her heels
on it was possible to pull her closer arm around his shoulder, his
other hand wrapping about her waist so that he held most of her
weight.

As they moved toward the base of the stairs, his mother turned her
head and boldly said, "I love you Ronald."

He only grunted in acknowledgement.  Obvious to the teenager, his
mother did not love him as much as his friend's mothers did.

At the base of the stairs, Ronald stood up on the first step and
waited for his very-drunk mother to do the same when she suddenly lost
her footing and felt straight forward onto the stairs, pulling her son
down with her.  She was giggling at the comedy of the situation and
apologizing to her son while Ronald was looking at his hand.

Having fallen forward, his mother hand effectively fell out of his
grip, the hand wrapped around her waist had slipped further down.  He
was looking at his hand cupping the far cheek of his mothers
leather-covered ass.

That was not the only thing that amazed the teenager, his mother did
not even seem to notice.  Be it the drink or her acceptance that her
son was allowed to touch her backside.  Ronald rather hopped it was
the latter, but could accept the former.

It cleansed his mind from the conversation he had had with his friends
hours before, it disintegrated his anger and it caused his heart to
pound violently in his chest.  Nothing else existed at that moment but
his inebriated mother and his hand now on her ass.

In fact he left his hand where it was as the two of them stumbled back
to their feet, her arm again over his shoulder.  This time, however,
his hand still had a firm hold of her far buttock.  And a very fine
ass cheek it was too, Ronald and his friends would all agree, large,
round but firm to the touch!

It was like she did not even notice as they took each step carefully,
so as not to fall again.

Though Ronald may not have noticed, Jennifer had stopped giggling
stupidly.

When they got up to the landing at the half-ways-point, Jennifer
mumbled, "I think I got the hang of it now baby - you go on to bed and
I'll manage on my own."

Having now fully explored that voluptuous right ass cheek, at least
outside the thick leather skirt, Ronald was feeling brazen and a
little light-headed at the possibilities, as he now considered the
moment.  If he had been of a right mind, he may have considered his
mothers offer a honourable way out of any embarrassing confrontation.

Even in her drunken state, Jennifer knew when she was getting her
backside mauled.

"No way mom.  We are half ways there!"  He guided her toward the next
step.

At the beginning of the last half of their journey up the stairs,
Ronald realized that there was something besides his mothers ass that
even his friends would agree, was Jennifer's best physical feature.

Letting his hand slide back up to his mothers slim waist, Ronald did
not notice his mothers thankful look, before his hand moved around and
up her flank.  Jennifer felt the large strong hand cup beneath her
full breast and squeeze roughly, the thump pressing against her fat
nipple.

This was a fantastic moment to the virgin teenager, in his hand was
his mothers huge meaty breast.  As the steps fell behind them, Ronald
became bolder, his hand moving openly about that single covered tit
without a care if his mother noticed or not.  In the minutes since
they started on their trek toward his mothers bedroom, he had come to
feel invincible, dominant.

It was the last step, even as her son was roughly squeezing her fat
nipple between his thumb and two fingers, when the two of them fell
yet again.  Jennifer lay still upon the floor, her face in the thick
carpet as if stunned by the fall.  Ronald, having lost his grip on the
front of his mother, returned his hand to his mothers ass - watching
his hand patting it with something like possessive familiarity.

Jennifer broke the minute-long silence, "You are not a little boy any
longer, are you Ronald?"  She turned her head and lay with her cheek
upon the carpet, her eyes looking up into her son's face, knowing what
he was looking at.

He did not even look back at his mother's face, but replied, "What do
you mean mom?"  So naive was he that the warning bells that should
have been going off in his head were silent.  Since the disclosure
from his friends that afternoon, Ronald's lust for his mother and only
grown with each thought of her.

She did not even pause to think of her answer, "You are turning into a
man and like other men you think of only one thing."

Ronald turned, finally, to look at his mother - the blood, finally,
rushing to his face.  He suddenly realized that not everything was
possible - at least for him.

"Take your hands off my ass Ronald."  It was spoken slowly and in
almost a whisper - but it filled Ronald's head with dread and he tore
his hand from her as if her leather burned him.

She awkwardly crawled to her hands and knees, "Now I need your help
getting to my bedroom, but I would appreciate if you do not feel your
mother up while doing it.  OK baby?"  From the tone of her voice,
Ronald should have noticed his mom was trying to absolve her son for
his few moments of indiscretions - but he was deaf to such subtleties.

Holding his hand about her waist, and the other holding her wrist
around his shoulder - mother and son made it the rest of the way into
his parent's bedroom and onto their king-sized bed.  Ronald could not
look upon her and watched the door behind him, anxious to escape from
his humiliation.  And that was what it was - humiliated in the middle
of the night by his mother.  Caught with his hand, literally, in the
cookie jar.

"Thanks baby."

Automatically, without any thought, Ronald mumbled, "I am not a 'baby'
mother."

A few awkward seconds and then, "No you are not.  I am truly sorry
Ronald."

Just as he was backing toward the door - anxious to hid in the
darkness of his room - his mother made another comment, "I know how it
is Ronald."

That anger started to rise within him yet again, he considered her
words as an admission that she knew her friend, Bill's mother, was
fucking her son.  She was admitting that mothers do fuck their son's
but that it was not to be for her and her only child, Ronald imagined.

"Do you?"  The venom in his voice not lost on the drunk forty
year-old.

Jennifer replied with a little venom of her own, "How do you think I
feel with your father away so often?"

All that Ronald heard was another admission that his friends were
right - that middle-aged women, even mothers, were in the sexual peak
years.  He wondered how often she had to masturbate to lower the
boiling in her veins - as much as her son had too?  The thought that
his mother may masturbate, at any frequency, started heating his blood
yet again - and Ronald quickly dispelled those thoughts.

The silence was thunderous, when Ronald finally spoke, he did so more
brazenly than to any woman, let alone his own mother, than he had ever
done.  "I'm going back to my room mom - I'm sure that you can handle
yourself while dads away."  The intent of his venomous words obvious
to both mother and son.

Ronald returned to his own room, his mothers crying echoing through
her open door and down the hall to his bed.

He had just dropped into his messy bed when a small voice echoed from
his mothers room, "Ronald?"  The crying had stopped.

Pressing a pillow over his head, he tried to ignore his mother's
second and third call.  The fourth, though, was accompanied with a
'please'.  Something in him snapped - and he considered the short walk
back to her room a humiliating mile, as he was sure his mother wanted
to lecture him about something or another.

Jennifer sat at the foot of her bed, as she had when her son had left
the room and had felt shame and despair as she watched him retreat
from her presence.  It seemed that all men did not want to be near her
- with her.  At first the hand upon her body shocked her, him being
her only child, but after he left and she sobbed into her hands, she
felt a strange sort of pride that at least she could attract someone.
When she called him, that first time, she almost felt sick at what she
was feeling - needing a man near her, even if it was her own teenage
son.

When she saw his shadow approach, Jennifer told herself that her son
had not meant anything by his aggressive fondling of her clothed body.
He could not help himself!  Ronald was a teenage boy - and she could
remember boys when she was his age, all hands and very little between
the ears.  She could even remember the thrill of touching her first
hard cock through the denim of her, then, boyfriend's jeans - how it
caused her heart to flutter and her knees to quiver.  What her son was
going through had to be even worse - all the articles she had ever
read state that boys peak much earlier than girls.

In fact she was in her peak years now, was she not?  The thought
shocked her - and she immediately pushed it from her mind.

He stood there, just inside her doorway and could not keep the
hostility from his voice as he asked, "What is it mom?"

"I hate fighting with you baby... Ronald - come sit with me?"
Jennifer held her hand out to her son, beckoning him toward her.

Gazing at her small hand, his anger tried to force him to turn out of
spite and return to his room.  Yet Ronald stepped forward and his
mother found his hand and guided him down next to her on the end of
the bed.

Mother and son sat silently for some minutes, both staring at their
own knees, their hands held between them.

Finally, Jennifer turned her head toward her son and gave a weak smile
when he looked up in kind.  "Would you forgive your old mother
Ronald?"

When he did not acknowledge her question or make an attempt to answer,
Jennifer felt suddenly very small.  "Would you stay with me until I
fall asleep?  Please?  I... I am not myself tonight."

Ronald wanted to bark that she was pissed and frustrating as hell.  He
was very conscious of the slow rise and fall of her blouse as she
breathed, of her stretched black nylons over her knees, the warmth of
her small hand.  Yet all he did was nod affirmatively.

Jennifer smiled with a pleasure she did not truly feel - a voice
inside her was screaming to send her son back to his room and lock her
bedroom door.  What she was doing was playing with fire - but in that
moment, when her better judgement was impaired by loneliness and
alcohol, Jennifer thought she was providing comfort to her only child
while easing some of the bitterness at being parted from her husband.

The forty year-old woman let go of her son's hand and turned about and
crawled upon her knees and hands until she dropped, thankful since the
room was now spinning, onto her side.

Ronald stood and turned off the bedroom light, slowly making his way
back to his mothers bed to crawl up on his fathers side.

The silence was very thick, as was the darkness, yet the sound of both
bodies seemed to be thunderous.  The heavy deep breathing the thumping
of hearts in chests.  Finally, Jennifer asked in a small voice,
"Please cuddle with mommy Ronald?"

As she was laying on her side, facing away from him, Ronald wiggled
toward her so that hips were pressing into his waist, his knees bent
at the same angle as his mothers.  Mother and son had touched many
times in the past, more intimate than this - but never before had both
been so aware of the closeness they now held in the dark bedroom.

After a couple of minutes Ronald slowly placed his arm over his
mothers torso and immediately felt his hand come in contact with her
huge soft breast.  Having not intended on doing this as when he felt
his mother tense he immediately withdrew his hand and mumbled, "Sorry
mom!"

Again no sound from either of them - yet neither felt tired.

It was his mother that moved next, reaching behind her for her son's
hand where it lay upon his hip.  The same offending hand that he had
just yanked from her body.  She stroked it tenderly for just a moment
before tenderly lifting it and pulling it before her.

Ronald felt his mother press his hand into her fat breast and he could
not help but gasp in surprise.

Jennifer was undergoing an inner turmoil - some part of her raging
about her son being here with her, with his hand upon her chest.  Yet
she loved her son and hated to see him upset with her, to see him so
desperate for a tender touch that he actually accosted his drunk
mother.  And do you want to know something, she screamed at herself,
she needed to be touched!  Ronald was attractive, in his youthful sort
of way, she reminded herself.  Maybe, just maybe she thought, he even
thought his old mother was attractive too!  That would be a nice
change, a man actually noticing her as they used too when she was
younger.

The two of them sat there for the longest time, with Ronald not daring
to even move his hand that lay over her thrusting bosom.  Yet there
was something moving, something between them - something that Jennifer
felt with a mixture of horror and lust - a hard male organ against her
covered bottom.

He did find her attractive, she thought to herself as if in
celebration, what throbbed against her was more than proof to any
woman.  The fact that it was her son only increased the pleasure of
this fact - son's are not attracted to their mothers, she argued with
herself, unless they see something that attracts them.  What was it,
she wondered lustfully, that she found attractive about her?  Her
breasts had always been a favourite with all the boys she had dated
before her husband - but a thrill ran up her span, from where his
hardness dented her leather clad bottom, that perhaps it was her ass
that excited her son.

Ronald sat frozen, almost too nervous to breath, for some long
tension-filled minutes.  Why had his mother placed his hand upon her
tit?  He feared that it was pity that had forced her into this action.

Then his mother rotated her round soft bottom, pressing herself into
his already-painful prick before letting out a guttural groan.  As
startling an action as it was, a thing so foreign that he had never
heard his mother make such a sound, it broke the fearfully tension as
if it was never there.

In the dark, he felt and heard his mother turn slightly so that her
face was toward him, while ensuring his hardness still pressed into
her.  In a small-girl voice his mother asked in almost a whisper,
"Does baby like mommy's ass?"

Then she did the most amazing thing, making a small sound that echoed
through his heart and mind, his mother giggled like a playful little
girl would.  She no longer sounded the middle-aged weary-drunk woman,
but a sober nervous teenager.

With her heart beating rapidly and her body causing feelings within
her that she doubted she had felt since she was a virginal teenager,
Jennifer convinced herself that it was the alcohol, that what was
happening here in her marriage bed was out of her control.

With a nervous stutter, Ronald answered his mom, "What... what did you
say mom?"

Another giggle from the darkness before him.  "It gets you 'hot'
doesn't it baby?"  A thick laugh quickly followed, accompanied by an
aggressive wiggling of her hip into his groin.  "Oops, sorry... I
called you 'baby'... maybe you should punish mommy?"

"Punish you?"

His mom pressed her face so close to him, in the dark, that he felt
the heat of her foul breath upon his wide-open eyes.  "I have been a
bad girl Ronald... a very very bad girl... I think you should put
mommy over your knee and spank my bare ass.  Hard!"

Before Ronald could analyze the crazy words flowing from his mothers
mouth he suddenly felt her warm moist lips press skillfully against
his own.

Jennifer could not believe what was going on in her husbands' bed, how
crazed she was becoming.  There was a roar of flame in her soul, a
passion never before allowed to grow, and it was overwhelming her!

Ronald was stunned as his mother turned about, half laying upon her
son, as her lips attacked him.  The desperate hunger within his mom,
startled and humbled him.  Her tongue soon followed and she explored
every inch of his mouth - stretching to even try to press her tongue
down his throat.  His mouth was forced so wide that it ached, and
Ronald imagined that he was trying to swallow his mothers face whole.

Her hands had not been docile either - fumbling with her son's
waistband knot, unbinding and then pushing them down to his thighs to
free that which she sought after.  Ronald felt her cool hand encircle
his hot hard dick as mother and son groaned with need into each others
open mouths.

He could feel her press her leather covered groin into his hip,
rhythmically and desperately humping her unmaintainable passion.

There was a cloud over Jennifer's mind, and she knew it was not the
booze, and the only thing she could think of was cock.  A fat hard
teenage cock - dripping for her, pulsating its desire in her trembling
hand.  It had been so long since she felt such passion, such wild
abandon that she saw herself doing this as if watching a live play
unfold before her very eyes.  She had given up on ever feeling so
submissive to her own heated desires ever again - to be the dutiful
wife and mother - to grow old with neglect and time.

Her body was vibrating with need, she could actually feel the juices
flowing from between her legs to fill her panties and nylons with her
excitement.  There was a electric tension between her legs, deep
inside her and she knew what she had to do!

Ronald felt his mother move again, awkwardly shuffling her lower body
away from him - her lips were glued to his own, though, her tongue
sparing with him aggressively.  She was moving strangely in the dark,
her body causing the bed to bounce slightly.

Abruptly her mouth came off his and she fumbled in her rush to sit
upon his lap.  In the darkness Ronald felt the warm smoothness of his
mom's thighs as she straddled his naked waist.  He was still
contemplating this when he felt her grasp his cock firmly, before the
most exquisite hot wetness enveloped his dick.  His mom groaned loudly
and withdrew her hand before pressing her body downward so that they
ground their loins together.

"Oh god... yes!"  Her voice was alien, guttural and distant.  An
innocent teenager no longer.

Of course Ronald understood what had happened, where his cock was at
this very moment - but everything had happened so quickly since his
mother had asked that strange question.  Hell, he thought, she had
practically attacked him.  And he knew it was true - everything the
guys had spoke about, how there was only one woman for any man at this
tender age - a guys very own mother!

She was moving above him, grunting regularly as she rose and fell
above him.  Those first seconds were a thing of fantasy, of an alter
reality that he did not know existed, at least in his own home, until
that very day.

Then she started to speak - with a throaty needful sound, "Finish for
me baby... mommy needs her baby to fill her up!"  All the while her
body moved above his, a bawdy sloppy echo resounding from her
movements between them.

Her words amazed him, the sounds of her body a thing never before
heard or even fantasized about.

"Come in mommy baby!  Fill up mommy's cunt!"

Jennifer felt her son squeeze both of her still-covered breasts and it
thrilled her, this first unsolicited touch by him since laying upon
the bed.  "Oh god yes!"  He was pinching her nipples over her blouse
and underwear rough enough to cause a tingling that could be felt in
her clitoris.  She was so far gone that nothing mattered any more,
that it felt like her whole life had lead up to this one moment, this
one cock.  He had to know what he was doing to her, how amazing she
felt, how much she wanted to reciprocate.

Ronald tore at his mother silk blouse, barely hearing the dainty
buttons tear with the loud sloppy sounds of their fucking.  Then his
hands mauled the harsh black undergarment - even stretching one
over-sized cup down and below the fat soft tit so that it hung out
obscenely.

"Yes baby yes!"

His mother was bending over, bringing her free tit to his mouth.  It
was bouncing around with her movements, her hard thick nipple
scratching his forehead and cheek before he got a hold of it with his
hungry lips.

Bill had been right, his mothers tits are incredible!

It was enough to send him just over the edge into nirvana - seconds
away from what his mother was begging from him.

"Yes baby... suck mommy's big fat titty!"

Jennifer felt her son tense beneath and inside her and she immediately
understood what this meant.  In her half-delirium she frantically
smashed her body against his, wanting him to empty deep inside her.
In some strange way it was the final blow to that side of her that
wanted to deny this delicious moment.

"Oh god... oh god...!"

Ronald felt his mom tense above him, grounding her sloppy sex against
his just before he bit down into her nipple and groaned like an animal
even as the floodgates opened.

The hot spurts of seed shot into her body and it filled her up as if
she had never before felt such an exquisite thing.  It seemed to
overwhelm the last of her consciousness and her body began to thrash
violently.  There was the distant sounds of a woman screaming that she
knew, somehow deep down, that it was her own.

A blackness overcame her even as she was whispering, "Thank
you... thank you!"

Ronald did not hear anything but the screams from his mother and felt
the wild movements of her body against his own.  In seconds, just as
his orgasm was subsiding, his mother's voluptuous body suddenly fell
upon him, slack as a doll.

The seconds turned to minutes and mother and son lay still, with only
their heavy breathing to be heard.

Ronald started to wonder if his drunk mother had passed out?  And if
so, would she remember what had happened here?  Should he leave her
alone, returning to his own bed?

It was his hands that answered the final question - having been given
the green light with the positive way his mom responded to his hands
upon her tits.  Ronald was moving his hands over the sweaty soft skin
of his mother's hips, slowly moving up to fondle her fleshy ass.  In a
few seconds he was cupping her full naked ass in his big hands,
marvelling that it had probably been less than an hour since he had
done the same outside her leather skirt.  One hand tentatively slipped
between the fleshy sweaty cheeks - pausing to see if his mother
objected.  She didn't and he was certain she was 'out'.

Ronald fondled the hard round muscle of his mothers anus with his
forefinger, finding it slick and relaxed enough to press into to the
first knuckle.  Then lower, his heart beating with anxious
exploration, as he touched the hairy thick pouting lips of his mothers
outer labia.  A few millimetres further he felt his own soft cock as
it lay, still half submerged within his own mother.

With teenage embarrassment, Ronald yanked his hand away and in the
movement his mother slide off him to lay at his side.  He lay still
for some moments, listening to her regular breathing - wondering, and
partially praying, that she would wake.

There was a proud anxious moment within Ronald that caused him to
remember his friends, knowing that they would never believe that this
happened on the same night as their boastful talk.  He considered his
mothers panties, as a token badge of honour - yet felt it lacking in
the intensity of what had happened.

The teenager rushed from his mothers room and returned moments later,
turning on a couple of the low wattage lights in his parents room.
There upon the bed was his mother, naked from the waist down, and
snoring lightly.  Next to the bed was the leather skirt, the heels and
the nylons - all hastily removed in the earlier darkness.

Ronald lifted the digital camera his father had given him for his
birthday and took a picture of his mothers smooth sweat-shining ass
and legs.

Something in him told him that it wasn't enough and Ronald put his
camera down and then began to remove the last two articles of his
mothers clothing.  She woke then, her eyes squinting in the light as
she looked up at him with a distant delirious look.  "Ronald...?"

He kissed her brow and then moved lower to kiss her moist full lips,
"Go back to sleep mom!"

"Hum... mommy loves you!"  She closed her eyes and immediately started
to snore yet again - a soft smile plastered upon her lips.

Minutes later, his mother lay upon her back, arms and legs spread wide
as Ronald took a dozen photos.  She was completely naked now.

Yet it still as not enough for the teenager.

With slow movements, Ronald moved his cock in and out of his mothers
body.  His hard cock throbbing with desire and looking fantastic as it
moved in and out past his mother's hairy cunt.  He took all sorts of
pictures - plenty of closeups of their joined bodies and some wide
shots of his mothers naked sexy body.  He even took a few pictures of
his mother as she smiled in blissful sleep, even as he moved in and
out of her body again and again.

The final half dozen photos were closeups of his mothers face and
breasts - the drops of come obvious.

 -*-

John sat there with a disgusted look upon his face.

Sean sat looking at Ronald with something like amazement.

And Bill sat looking at his best friend in awe.

It was the third time that the four teenagers sat huddled around the
LCD screen on the digital camera, having seen several dozen photos
that Ronald and his mother, Jennifer, had taken.

"Dude - you knew it was all a joke right?"

"Fuck!"  John stood abruptly and walked away leaving Ronald startled
at the reception of his photos and description that went along with
them.

Sean stood up but grinned at his friend before leaving, "Your a lucky
guy Ronald."  He left shaking his head in amazement.

That left Bill and Ronald alone in the mall food court.

Ronald was stunned, "Whats wrong with them?"

"Listen to me Ronald - it was all a joke!"

Ronald still did not understand, "A 'joke'?"

Bill nodded down to the camera, at the last photo of Ronald's mother's
face - an obvious string of come across her full red lips.

Suddenly, Ronald understood.

 -*-

His mother stood in the kitchen, making the two of them supper,
ignoring him completely.  It was their first meeting of the day, since
he had left before his mother had woke.  He had woken with the sun
warming his naked body and when he realized where he was, what he had
been doing, Ronald had sat and looked down at his mothers, still
slumbering, naked form.

After having finally understood how much a dupe he had been, Ronald
had sat alone at the mall for most of the day - horrified at what
happened the night before.  No longer was it a conquest to prove he
was one of the guys, but what had happened had ostracized him from his
friends.  Then there was his mother - what had happened between them
had been because she was drunk.  Could she remember most of what they
had done?

Ronald sat at the table looking at his mother, knowing that she was
feeling embarrassed and perhaps disgusted at what happened, ignoring
him completely as she cooked.  She was wearing ugly worn shorts, a
huge baggy sweat-shirt and short white socks.

What did she remember, he wondered?  She must have known he had played
with her after she passed out - the dried evidence upon her breasts
and face obvious!  Though she tried to dress down, she looked cute to
her son, whom now knew, intimately, what lay beneath the clothing she
wore.

Jennifer was horrified as she spread the butter on the bread - she
could feel his eyes upon her and she could not stop the shivers of
fear running down her spin.  What had happened between them was her
fault - she should have been stronger.  Even with the alcoholic haze
of her memories, she could remember that exquisite feeling of abandon
as she simply let herself go with the pleasure of it.  Even now, in
the light of a new day, the forty-year old mother felt her knees
quiver as she remembered that distant sound of her own orgasm.

Ronald had hid the camera, full of pictures of his mother and him, in
his room before descending for supper.  Yet he could remember every
detail of every picture, of every moment prior to taking the pictures.
Mothers and sons do not commonly do what they had just done - what he
had thought they did by the untruths of his three friends.  So what
had happened - why had she succumbed to him?  Was it only the drink?

What Jennifer feared most now was not what her son may do but what she
may do.  She was alone in this big house with her only child and she
could not stop the exciting memories from flooding her consciousness.
Since she had opened the flood-gates of their taboo evening, she could
not find herself able to shut them again.  Yet she had too, she feared
that her son would end up hatting her.  That she would warp the one
thing in her life that mattered to her!

"Mom... are you not going to look at me?"

She forced a wide smile upon her lips and stole a quick glance at her
son Ronald before replying, "I am sorry baby - I am just trying to get
lunch finished."

Both knew it was more than just the sandwiches.

By how she was acting, Ronald knew his mother could remember something
from the night before.  "Can we talk about it mom?"

Her heart was racing and her breathing rapid and deep as she took a
minute to formulate her response, "What would you like to talk about
baby?"  As she said this she bent over and opened a cupboard door but
realizing, in doing so, she had presented her bottom to her son in an
obvious action.  It was too late to sat back up - her fear would be
too obvious.  Jennifer turned her head enough to see around her own
hip, toward her son.

Ronald gazed upon his mothers raised ass, half hidden in those old
shorts, where it looked damned fine.  He could remember last night,
laying in the darkness with his mother and those startling first
words, just before she had attacked him.  It had been her ass that she
had used to taunt him, to lure him into her web.  Though he was
mesmerized with his mothers large full breasts he suddenly wondered if
his mom thought her bottom to be her finest feature, perhaps even the
centre of her sexuality.

The words, when they finally came, were distant and sounded raspy.
Ronald worked through his fear and realized there was very little he
could not do after last night.  If his mom took offence there was
little likelihood that she would do much more than shout at him for a
moment... then that would be the end of it, he would be left with only
the photos from the night before.  "I love your ass mom."

There was some truth that the centre of Jennifer's sexuality lay with
her backside.  It might have been her defence of all those teenage
boys pawing at her big meaty breasts, knowing that they could never
satisfy her if they could not see past her tit-size.  Even when she
married her husband, having learnt his wife's hottest erogenous zone
was behind her, was only lacklustre in his use of her there.  If
Ronald had spoken those words a few days before, she would have been
felt proud while chastising him something fierce.  Last night had
changed that and all her defences were non-existent.

Ronald's simple words caused his mother to gasp loudly, and jerk
upright before placing both hands upon the edge of the counter as if
to steady herself.  The response, though not as plain as if she had
ripped off her clothing and raped his mouth as she had done the night
before, was still encouraging.  "I think I still owe you a spanking
from last night?"

Though Jennifer could not remember exactly what her son was referring
too - the words he had just spoke had never been spoken by any other
person to her before.  It was something out of fantasy, being allowed
to be a woman with a strong man, both of them sharing their love for
her ass.  Often, these fantasies started with a spanking.

If there had been any doubt in her mind, it disintegrated with her
son's simple words.  Her whole body was trembling, her sex on fire,
her heart pounding and her head spun toward her son.

Ronald saw his mothers physical responses and smiled to himself as he
knew it was not over - what he had last night could be enjoyed again.
It was obvious, even to him, that she was his for the taking now, and
perhaps forever.  It was something that his friends had claimed but
their comments had turned out to be false bravado.

Then that little girls tiny voice, coming from his mother, "You like
mommy's ass don't you baby?"

A wide smirk was plastered to his face, "I do mom.  Very much!"

"You want to lick me back there... put your thing in my ass... punish
me like a naughty little girl don't you baby?"

Ronald could hear the heaving breathing of his mother, could see how
her body convulsed randomly a she stood facing the cupboard.  This was
how it had started last night, with these teasing words about her
backside and it no longer stunned him. The blunt evidence of his
mothers sexuality could no longer stun him but only excited him as he
knew he could share in her pleasure.

He stood and quickly strode the few meters to stand behind his mom.
Her body trembled even more violently as he approached and then stood
silently behind her.  The manoeuvre was easy, hooking his thumbs into
the elastic waistband of her shorts and pushing them down, taking even
her plain cotton panties with them.  Ronald left her shorts and
panties about her knees, enjoying the sight he had before him.

The power of the moment was filling his senses, his cock.

"Spread your ass mom!"

His mother fell forward onto the counter and then reached behind
herself with her trembling hands.  Her son watched intently as she
grasped each bountiful cheek in hand and pulled them anxiously apart.

As Ronald squatted directly behind his mother he heard her gasp out,
"Oh god!"

With this new position, Ronald could see every intimate detail of his
mothers rectum and vagina.  He had been wrong, he told himself in
half-jest, that he had wanted to get into his mothers cunt the day
before but it was her ass that was the path to glory and pleasure.

In that little-girl voice, "What... what are you going to do to me
baby?"

He realized that he no longer minded her calling him 'baby' - it was
only a word after all.  And he held all the cards now.

What he was about to do, he had not even considered in fantasy.  Yet
something between mother and son, and the warped path they now trod,
caused this new desire within him - knowing that it would be a very
welcome action.

Jennifer was in the beginnings of that pleasure cloud that she barely
remembered being in the night before.  Her whole consciousness was
overcome by this pleasurable cloud about her, so that she felt as if
she was experiencing something ethereal, something magical.  She had
thought pleasure was a thing of the past these last many years, and
had tried hard to forget the ache in her loins.  When her self-control
had faltered, she had used fantasy... but always felt old and dirty
afterwards.

Yet she was powerless against her son, against his focus upon her
bottom.  When she felt his warm lips press against her rectum it
glorified and justified her patience.  Never had anyone done this to
her, as her son was causing her fantasies to become real.  Jennifer
knew she was not 'old' in her son's eyes, that he wanted her to be
'dirty' with him... and that thrilled her beyond words.

Ronald licked his lips and looked down to see the tiny round hard pink
muscle clench repeatedly in response.  His mother had gasped out and
groaned loudly at his single kiss directly upon her ass hole.  It had
not been so bad, rather pleasurable even, to the young man.
Everything he has done yesterday and today was new - prior to his
mother he had barely even touched a naked woman let alone fuck or kiss
her rear passage.

He leaned in again, slipping his tongue past his lips and pressing it
directly into the centre of his mother rectum.

The cosmos exploded in wondrous pleasure and Jennifer was powerless as
the extreme feelings rushed through her body.  Distantly she felt a
thumb press completely into her ready-vagina, the fingers of the same
hand teasing her clitoris.  Yet that was secondary to the new pleasure
of having a tongue force itself into her rectum, of pleasuring that
part of her that she had only ever enjoyed by herself.  She was
powerless to help or deny, but only existed to experience the moment.
And that moment was rapidly ascending to that summit of her climax and
she watched it like a physical peak rapidly approaching.

Ronald was amazed at the response from his mother, how quickly she had
become wild with lust.  He did not relax from forcing his tongue into
her body, rather, he tried to use it like he would his dick, moving it
in and out with steady invasive thrusts.  Beneath his chin, his thumb
was moving aggressively as it banged his mothers hot wet cunt, amazed
at the juices pouring from her body to coat his hand and her thighs.
His mom's hands still held upon her ass cheeks though, her knuckles
white as she held her ass wide for her son's invasion.

It could not have been very long, minutes only, since Ronald had slid
his tongue into his mothers ass, but Jennifer hit her summit with an
abrupt piercing scream and a uncontrollable thrashing of her body.

Jennifer felt the intense sudden orgasm take her to new planets travel
explore the universe.  She thought she was dieing in the most
exquisite way - descending into a final sleep as she started back down
the steep other side of that mountain.

"Mom?"  Distantly she could hear Ronald's voice.  The voice of the man
who had given her such a pleasure-filled gift.  He was drawing her
back to life and she felt nothing but joy in that knowledge.  "Mom you
OK?"

She had to respond, even if to groan a guttural response of
acknowledgement.

A large strong hand was rubbing her sweaty back beneath her ugly bulky
sweatshirt the other hand squeezing the cheeks of her ass gently,
possessively.  As if she now belonged to him.  Jennifer returned from
her pleasure-filled universe to look behind at the one man in her life
that she found no fault with, that she loved like no other.

Indeed, she realized, she belonged to him!

Ronald saw his mother's glassy eyes look on him in something like awe
and devotion and it only heightened the power that was flowing through
his veins.  "You OK mom?"

"Uh hum."  A private smile appeared upon her lips and in her eyes,
meant for him only.

"Do you have anything planned for the rest of the day mom?"

His mother swallowed thickly and tried to say the words but nothing
came out, her head moved in an obvious negative response was enough of
an answer.

"Good.  Why don't we go up to your room and you could blow me?"  Even
with the power flowing through his veins, the fact that he was saying
these things to his mother caused a flutter of fear in his heart - yet
it had only been a few lengthy seconds since he had finger banged his
mother with his tongue up her ass, there was nothing he could not do
or say to her now, Ronald knew.  His mother, though, only smiled wider
and licked her lips in response - their eyes locked together in sin.
"Afterwards I will give you that spanking and then I am sure I will be
ready for a good long fuck!"

Jennifer gasped when her son said 'spanking' and could not stop the
memorable wide-smile when he said 'fuck'.  She watched her son as he
tenderly pushed her panties and shorts down to her ankles and helped
her step out of them.  Then he gently helped her stand, using her
hands against the counter to steady herself, he removed her ugly
sweatshirt.  She was naked now, except for the short white socks, and
the forty-year old woman knew there was not another place or person on
this planet she would rather be naked with.  His eyes devoured her
mature naked form and it caused another rush of pleasure to flow
through her body, her clitoris itching anxiously.  She looked down at
the bulge in his pants and was anxious to taste him, to worship that
part of him.

Never before had she been so anxious, so motivated, to give a man oral
sex.  That was only part of the proof that this was new, that she was
now a different person.  If it had not been the incestuous sex of the
night before, it most certainly was the brief but explosive orgasm
that she had enjoyed with her son's tongue in her ass that killed any
question.

While her son found her pleasurable enough to be with, she would never
deny him any sexual thing.  For that she was more certain than she had
ever been in her entire life.  "I love you Ronald."  She had not meant
to speak at that moment but it had slipped out, not regretfully
either.

Ronald looked into his mothers eyes, she being a little shorter than
him so he had to look down, his first thought was that he was
embarrassed at what they had done, at what they were about to do and
simply that she was naked here while he was clothed.  That he felt
love in kind was without a doubt, but the definition of that love was
blurred - because she was now more than just his mother wasn't she?

He leaned over and brought his lips to his mother's.  Last night she
had orally attacked his lips, but this time it was a passionate slow
sloppy kiss between mother and child.  Her tongue readily accepted
his, even as she pressed her nude form against the front of his
clothed body without wantonly.

Jennifer was amazed at how hot she was getting already, with her son's
tongue in her mouth, his hand upon her ass and the other hand fondling
a fat breast.  Her body seemed to be dissolving into a liquid pleasure
before her.

Ronald suddenly pulled his mouth from his mom and gasped for breath,
his anxiousness throbbing in his jeans.  "Get up to your room mom or
we will never make it!"

Then she did it again and Ronald loved the sound of it, his mother
giggled like a teenage schoolgirl before running upon her toes out of
the kitchen and presumably up to her room.

Ronald could not keep the wide smile from his lips as he followed.

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