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Subject: MOM'S AMOROUS SON 1/4: inc, mF, cons, roman
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MOM'S AMOROUS SON--A Story of Incest by Roderigo

Disclaimer: This story is for adults only. Anyone under 18 has no business
reading or downloading it. Those who are morally opposed to stories of
unorthodox sexual activities should go elsewhere. On the other hand, you
don't have to approve of actual incidents of this nature to enjoy a
fictional description. This is a fantasy, and it is no crime to enjoy
fantasies. This story is not true. Certainly the names are false; any
similarity that the names might have to those of real people is purely
coincidental. Some of the characters themselves may be real (note: MAY
be), but they did not indulge in the actions described herein. Enjoy!


  MOM'S AMOROUS SON - Part 1

 "What! Could it possibly be true? Did my son actually try to fuck Mrs.
Correlli? A woman old enough to be his mother? As old as me?" These
thoughts were going over and over in Anita Collins' head, along with
images of her handsome athlete son in passionate intercourse with the
buxom lady from across the block. One part of her mentality told her that
the whole thing was a mistake, or even a deliberate lie. But another part
recognized the fact that Brad was indeed a super horny teenager who was
quite capable of being attracted to, and attracting, just about any mature
woman. And Maria Correlli was the type who would be very attractive,
especially to adolescent boys with breast fixations.

 Anita was still reeling from the fervent conversation with John Correlli.
John was sputtering and half incoherent at times as he expressed his rage
that his wife, the big-titted Maria, had been insulted by her son's
blatant attempt to seduce her. It took a while for Anita to finally get
the whole story from him. Brad had been mowing the Correllis' lawn, as he
frequently did for many people in the area. He had gone into the house to
get a drink of water and had found Mrs. Correlli half dressed (that
spectacular top half bare). Apparently he had been carried away by the
sight and had tried to persuade her to have sex with him. This was the
situation when John Correlli had unexpectedly come home and discovered the
shocking scene. Brad had fled, and Mrs. Correlli broke down in tears and
then told her husband the sordid story.

 Mr. Correlli, as angry as he was, said that he did not want to stir up
any publicity. He admitted that Brad had not tried to use force and
perhaps was not guilty of a real crime, since he had been given permission
in the past to enter the house unannounced when he was cutting the grass.
He knew that Brad was a local sports hero and certainly would be up for a
lucrative scholarship when he graduated from high school. He didn't want
to ruin Brad's reputation, but he warned Anita that if Brad came near the
house again, there would be real trouble. Anita knew that John Correlli
would never have the nerve to try anything physical with Brad. She
wondered why so often those big, full-bodied sexpots like Maria Correlli
were married to smallish, rather insignificant looking men like John.

 Now Anita was in a turmoil, trying to plan what to say when Brad came
home. She tried to shake from her brain the mental picture of that big
good-looking son of hers rutting upon the overblown body of that Correlli
bitch. Was that what he really wanted? She knew from years of personal
experience how fascinated Brad was with the female form. Time after time
she had detected his surreptitious examination of her own body. She knew
that he had spied on her on many occasions when she was dressing or
grooming herself. In fact, she had been rather flattered by his
attentions, and occasionally she had given in to the temptation to give
him a little extra show, apparently unintentionally. She had even felt
herself being turned on by the obvious admiration of this extremely
handsome young man who had sprung from her own loins.

 She was very proud of Brad's accomplishments on the football field. He
was the best middle linebacker the high school team had ever had. He
dominated the defense and had been named to the all-conference team and
even to the all-state second team as a junior. He even filled in as an
excellent tight end on the offensive team when a game was on the line.
Great things were expected of him in his senior year. He had grown to six
feet three and weighed an all-muscle 230. A number of colleges had already
made their interest known. In addition, although he didn't work too hard
at it, he was a very good scholar, with a solid A- average. Anita had seen
every game he had played, both at home and away, and she had thrilled to
watch her own son develop to the point where he could dominate a game like
a man playing against boys. Her husband, Richard (usually called Dick)
hadn't really been that encouraging, and though he enjoyed the attention
that he himself received as a result of Brad's prowess, he was too
involved in his career to devote much time to his son.

 But now what? She knew that it would be up to her. Her husband wouldn't
be any help at all. In fact, she almost instantly decided that he would
never know about the situation if she could keep it hidden. But what could
she do? She knew that all the high school girls were mad about Brad. Many
of the prettiest of them had boldly thrown themselves at his feet, so to
speak. And not just the young girls. She had seen their mothers in a
dither about him as well, setting traps to catch Brad for their daughters
- or even themselves. She had even felt a sort of jealousy when these old
"broads," as she thought of them, made goo-goo eyes and talked girlish
baby talk to her son. The young girls she didn't mind, perhaps because
Brad didn't seem to be much interested in them, although he dated
occasionally, and she knew damned well that he scored whenever he wanted
to. But now that she thought of it, it seemed to be the older women that
Brad turned on the charm for. He had a real knack for it; in no time at
all they were practically eating out of his hand.

 The back screen door slammed, and Anita's emotions went flying "like
sparks in burnt-up paper" (quoted from Lowell). Brad was home. She heard
the refrigerator close as she approached the kitchen door. When she
entered, Brad was opening a can of Pepsi. He was wearing only a pair of
shorts and some running shoes. His muscular, deeply tanned torso was
glistening with sweat. "Hi, Mom," he said casually, showing no signs of
stress as he took a long swallow of the cold soda.

 "Brad . . ." Anita hesitated. Where should she start? Should she wait
until after supper? No, Dick would be there then. Better to just get right
to it; get the cards out on the table. "Brad, Mr. Correlli was just here."

 Brad set the Pepsi can down. He didn't say anything, and his face was
expressionless, but the tension in his body showed Anita that he knew what
was about to come. "Oh? What did he want?"

 "Brad, I've got to know the truth. What happened between you and Mrs.
Correlli?"

 Brad hesitated and then said carefully, "What do you mean, Mom? What did
Correlli say happened?"

 She would rather have him just go ahead and tell his side of it, but he
obviously was not inclined to do that. She went ahead and told Brad the
whole story as John Correlli had told it to her. She explained to Brad
that Mr. Correlli was not planning to take any other action, but Brad was
to stay away from their house from now on.

 She could tell that Brad was relieved when he heard that the incident
would be kept quiet, but then suddenly her son burst out laughing. She was
shocked at this behavior, but Brad just kept it up, almost to the point of
hysteria. Then when she was about to demand what was so funny, Brad mused,
"She really pulled it off! That was a pretty good story on the spur of the
moment."

 "Brad, what on earth is going on here? Tell me the whole truth."

 "Mom, trust me, you really don't want to know."

 "I most certainly do want to know! In fact, I demand to know! Come on,
Brad. I want the whole truth about what went on over there at the
Correllis' house."

 Brad remained silent until Anita actually screamed at him with tears in
her eyes, "Brad! For God's sake, tell me!"

 Finally Brad sat down and said, "OK, Mom. You asked for it. The real
truth is that if old man Correlli had got home just a little bit later, he
would have caught Maria and me in bed - and not for the first time either.
I suppose then she'd have said I raped her."

 Anita collapsed into a chair. "Oh, my God! You've been sleeping with that
old bag? Oh, Brad, how could you!"

 "Aw, come on, Mom. She's not an old bag, and you know it. Every guy in
this town would give his eye teeth to get her in the sack."

 Anita swallowed the harsh words of ridicule that she would like to have
uttered. Deep inside, she knew that what he was saying was true, and it
was her own jealousy that was coloring her opinion. Finally bringing her
feelings under control, she spoke more calmly. "All right, Brad, I want
the whole story from the beginning. Just how did this start, and how long
has it been going on?"

 It took a while to get him started, but eventually Brad poured out the
entire history of his affair with Maria Correlli, and once he got warmed
up, he told it in far greater detail than Anita had really wanted to know.
Here is the intriguing story of the sexual liaison between Bradley Marcus
Collins and Maria Correlli.

   *  *  *  *

 It was an early spring day, but it was unusually warm. Brad was mowing
the Correlli lawn for the first time of the season. It should have been
done sooner, and the grass was rather tough to  cut. The mower kept
wanting to stall, so the whole job became drudgery. Brad had stripped down
to his athletic shorts and shoes, and yet the sweat was pouring off his
body. He was thinking about knocking on the door to ask for a drink of
water when Mrs. Correlli opened the door and called to him. "How about a
break, Brad? Come on in and have a cold drink."

 Brad didn't have to be asked twice. That cold drink sounded especially
welcome, and as he looked at Maria Correlli, the invitation seemed doubly
enticing. Mrs. Correlli was really rushing the season; she was wearing a
very skimpy sunsuit, sort of a romper kind of garment. The top was like a
halter that had straps that tied around her neck, leaving most of her back
bare. The two pieces that covered her tits were made for much smaller
mammaries than Mrs. Correlli's, and the result was that half of each globe
was bulging out of its pocket. The legs of the outfit were very short,
elasticized and leaving only a narrow strip to cover the voluptuous lady's
"private parts." A little line of light hair ran a few inches down each
inner thigh from the more abundant patch that must be inside. Brad had to
struggle to keep from staring. There was so much of her to see that he
didn't know where to look.

 Mrs. Correlli put some ice cubes into two glasses and filled them from a
large bottle of cream soda. Brad took advantage when her back was turned
to stare at her very curvy ass and legs. God! Was that woman ever built!
Maybe there was just a little too much of Maria Correlli, but damn, it was
surely well distributed. Brad sat down at the kitchen table to hide his
aroused cock, which was too obvious in his shorts. She set a cold glass in
front of Brad and then pulled a chair close up beside him and seated
herself with her own glass. She smiled warmly at Brad as he took a sip of
the cold soda. "There, isn't that better, Brad?"

 Brad smiled and said, "Much, much better, Mrs. Correlli. You know just
what a fellow needs." (When he told her this, Anita thought, "This damned
kid certainly knows how to softsoap a woman. What a line!")

 Mrs. Correlli laughed with a tinkly little giggle. "Well, most fellows
need a little more than that, but I'm glad you like it so much." Then she
went on (she loved to talk), "I'm certainly glad to have you available to
take care of things around here. John would never get it done. I have all
kinds of other jobs around the house and yard if you want to make some
extra money, Brad."

 "Sure thing, Mrs. Correlli. Anything I can do to help a damsel in
distress."

 Mrs. Correlli laughed, "A dam what? Now hey, Brad Collins, watch what
you're calling your employer, your master - oops! I almost said your
mistress!" They both laughed at this little double entendre. (Damn her
slutty hide, thought Anita.) "Actually what I'd like you to call me is
just my first name, Maria. I think you're old enough now to be on a more
equal level with us mature citizens."

 Mark (that charmer) began softly crooning, "Maria, Maria, Maria - the
most beautiful word in all the world - Maria!" 

 This sent Maria's laugh soaring. She lightly slapped Brad's hand and then
left her hand resting on his. "Goodness, you're quite the suave lady's man
now, aren't you. I'd better be careful around you."

 Mark was up to the mark that day. "I'd think that a woman who looks like
you would have to be careful around any man," he said with a grin.

 Again Maria's laugh trilled to the heavens. This handsome young kid was
really getting to her. "Goodness gracious, you're still sweating," she
said. "That must really be hot work today."

 "Sorry, Mrs. - er - Maria. I hope I don't smell too bad."

 "Oh, no!" Maria insisted. "I think sweat makes a man smell like a man. I
like it. It sort of - well - makes me feel - " She dropped the statement,
but the meaning was clear. Then she suddenly jumped up and went to a linen
closet. She came back to the table with a bath towel. "Here," she said,
"let me dry you off a little." And she proceeded to wipe the sweat off
Brad's back with the towel.

 Brad just sat there transfixed as this obvious seduction continued. Mrs.
Correlli gently pulled him around by the shoulder and began to towel off
his face, then  his broad, muscular chest. As he leaned back to make room
for her ministrations, he suddenly glanced down and realized too late that
his excited cock, having used up every available inch of his shorts, had
protruded the purple-red head out of one leg. Mrs. Correlli noticed it too
and as the towel approached that spot, she carefully dabbed at it. She
knelt and began wiping off his legs, her face only inches from the raging
cock head, which she kept her eyes fixed upon boldly. Brad hoped that she
was going to go for it with her mouth, but she didn't.

 At last she gave a great sigh and stood up. "All that work is making me
sweat now," she said.

 Brad was quick to rise to the bait. "Hey, Maria, you were kind enough to
dry me off. I'll gladly do the same for you." He took the towel from her
and began with her bare back, as she had done to him. 

 Then she turned to face him, a deep blush on her face. "Thanks, Brad. I
think I really need this." Brad wiped her smooth white shoulders and then
began to wipe the large portions of her tits that bulged out around the
too small halter. He took a lot of time, more and more obviously feeling
up the big beautiful breasts. Then Maria said with a tremulous voice, "I
think they need it more inside." With this she reached behind her neck and
untied the straps. The skimpy material dropped down below her waist, and
her big mammaries sprang free, their long, hard brownish-pink nipples
jutting out from large areolas.

 Brad began gently toweling off the massive breasts, lifting and pressing
them lovingly. Then he dropped all pretense and put his lips on one big
nipple and began to suck and nibble at it. Maria stood still, giving a
soft moan and letting Brad have his way. Then he decided to go for it all.
"I think that I get sweatiest between the legs. Let's see about you." And
he boldly slipped his fingers inside the top of her sunsuit and began to
tug it down over her hips.

 Maria gave another moan and then began to help Brad pull the garment
down. She stepped out of it and stood before him with her hairy mound
completely exposed. Her big tits sagged somewhat from their own weight and
she had a bit of a belly on her, but she also had a nipped in waist,
excitingly swelling hips, nice full curvy thighs, and a very inviting
pussy, whose pouting lips peeped through the abundant crispy hair at her
crotch. Brad gently put his hand on that mound and began to ruffle through
the hair, then moved down to cup the whole pussy.

 Maria whined, "Oh, Brad! Darling! Oh, you darling boy!" She reached for
his shorts and together they pulled them down. His big hard cock popped
free, bobbing up and down, then pointing up at her. "Oh, God, Brad! What a
big, big penis you have! Oooh, it's so much bigger than John's! I think
it's the biggest one I've ever seen!" She grabbed it rather roughly and
began tugging on it. "Oh, it's a beautiful cock, Brad baby!"

 Brad baby decided that he had to get that cock inside her pussy as soon
as possible, so he backed her against the counter, sort of boosted her big
ass up on it, and rammed his rod right into her juicy cunt. She sort of
screamed as he penetrated her. A few hard thrusts and he was inside her
pussy right up to the balls. "Ooooh, Brad!" Maria whined. "Oooooooh! I
love that big thing in me! Ooooh, it feels sooooo goooood!" She wrapped
her arms around Brad's neck and covered his mouth with hers, wide open,
tongue lapping, saliva flowing freely. In a few seconds his whole face was
wet.

 Brad fucked that big woman hard, ramming his cock fiercely into her
softness. Her whole big body shook and recoiled as he plowed into her and
she humped back for more as he withdrew. She was holding his neck as
tightly as she could, and her open mouth, still on his, was emitting all
sorts of moans and groans and growls and various mutterings. Occasionally
the word "Fuck!" could be heard among the various vocal sounds. Brad was
sort of snorting and panting himself with his exertions. He had fucked a
number of girls before, but none with these Amazonian dimensions. It took
a lot more energy, and damn! it was exciting to be probing this big
woman's cunt to the depths with his hot cock.

 Then Maria started jerking and twitching and her voice began a series of
high-pitched squeals as she repeated like a broken record played at too
high speed, "Ooooh, Brad baby! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!" (etc.
about 50 times), then a long "I'm C-O-O-O-M-M-M-M-I-I-I-N-N-G-G!" ending
in a long drawn out scream. Brad matched her scream with a loud roar as he
began shooting his hot cum into her churning pussy. He blasted her hard
and fast as the cum kept spurting deep into her belly. At last he stopped
and held his cock jammed way back into her quivering, grasping pussy as
the last of his juice flowed into her.

 When Maria finally regained her senses, she was ecstatic. She clung to
Brad and wept tears of joy and told him how much she loved him and how
great his big cock had made her feel. She took him to her bedroom, where
she sucked him back to full size and he ate her pussy in exchange, sending
her into another soaring orgasm before he fucked her again and then again.
By this time it was almost time for John to come home, so they had to kiss
good-bye, but she made Brad promise to come back the next day to finish
the lawn. And if it rains, she said, come anyway, because she would find
something for him to do. When Brad left, she gave him fifty dollars. He
didn't want to take it, but she insisted. It made him feel almost like a
prostitute, but he was willing to be a prostitute for her.

 That had been in late April, about two months ago. During those two
months, Brad figured he had screwed Maria about 50 times, usually in
sessions of 3 fucks at a time - in addition, of course, to various other
sex play.

  *  *  *  *  *


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Subject: MOM'S AMOROUS SON 2/4: inc, mF, cons, roman
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MOM'S AMOROUS SON--A Story of Incest by Roderigo

  MOM'S AMOROUS SON - Part 2

 Anita Collins was blessed, and sometimes cursed, with a very vivid
imagination. As her 17-year-old son described his torrid affair with the
big-bosomed, married 40-year-old Maria Correlli, she could see it very
clearly in her mind. She could see her naked muscular offspring boosting
the overly endowed matron up against that counter and ramming home his
huge young cock in her hairy cunt. Anita could see, and feel, all that
rosy quivering flesh bouncing and humping against the passionate pounding
of her voracious young man. She could see, feel, and even taste, that big
prick, swelling up again to gargantuan proportions as that slutty Maria
licked and sucked on it. She could smell the pungent crotch of Madame
Correlli and feel the crispy hair as her son's rapid tongue lapped at her
tingling pussy. And she almost became dizzy at the sensation of being
bounced and impaled along with that horny old broad on top of Brad's
strong young body in the Correlli bed.

 Anita's mind and senses were reeling, and her nether lips were leaking
throughout the progress of the story. She found herself squeezing her
thighs together and wriggling involuntarily as the heat built inside her
loins. She had seen her son's cock on a few rare occasions, including a
couple times when it was aroused, and she knew that it was enormous. God,
was she actually envying that fat cow because her son had used that
fantastic tool upon her? She guessed that she was jealous of the emotion
that he had spent upon la Correlli, but was it more than that? Did she
really have a suppressed yen to be fucked by her own son?

 As Brad's narration came to an end, Anita shuddered. Was it from horror
or desire? A bit of each perhaps. She found her voice rather weak and
unsteady as she said, "But now it's got to stop, Brad. There could be all
kinds of problems for you if any of this came out. You'd get kicked off
the team and lose your chance for a scholarship."

 "Don't worry, Mom. I'd already decided to end it. Maria was starting to
get just too possessive and demanding for me. This will give me a good
excuse to call it off."

 "Did - did you really love her, Brad?"

 "No, not really. I guess I thought I did at first, but it was just the
sex. And the pride of having an older, sophisticated woman like that. I've
found out now that she has had affairs with half the men in the
neighborhood, but she says that I'm the only young one she's fucked with.
She - uh -also says I'm the best, but maybe she told that to all of them."

 "Oh, Brad, this is so unreal! I just can't believe you would be mixed up
with an old - uh - woman like that." Then another thought struck her, even
more alarming. After all, she had seen how easily Brad could charm her
friends. "Wait a minute. Maybe I shouldn't even want to know, but have
there been any other women besides Mrs. Correlli?"

 Brad tried to straighten out a grin. "Gee, Mom, I think I'd better take
the fifth amendment on that one."

 Anita felt like screaming. "You mean there's another one? Who, for God's
sake?"

 Brad tried to avoid answering, but somehow she got the idea that he
really wanted to be persuaded to talk, that he was actually proud of his
conquests. "Brad, tell me right now. I've got to know who else you've been
- fooling with."

 Finally Brad shrugged and said, "Well, OK, Mom, if you insist. There's
Millie Warren."

 "Millie Warren! My God! The pastor's wife?"

 "She's a woman, Mom. She's got the same equipment inside her panties as
any other woman."

 "Brad! Don't be so crude! How on earth did you ever get started with
Millie Warren? Come on. You might as well just go ahead and tell me."

 Brad thought a moment and then said, "I think that the main thing that
made her loosen up and give it to me was that her husband confessed to her
that he had had an affair with a woman in our congregation."

 Anita's heart leaped into her throat. Oh God, no! She just managed to
control herself. "Pastor Warren had an affair with one of the church
women? I can't believe it! Did she say who it was?"

 "No, he wouldn't tell her that. He said it wasn't really the woman's
fault as much as his. She was a woman who had come to him for some advice
concerning her marriage, and he felt that he had betrayed her faith in
him."

 Anita could breathe again. Thank God Bill hadn't revealed her name. But
why on earth did he have to confess to his wife? No more ministers for
Anita! But she had to admit that he had had a surprisingly nice cock on
him and knew how to use it damned well, considering his profession. She
had spent quite a few pleasure-filled hours with Pastor Bill Warren, and
the memories were great. How they had joked about her being the preacher's
lay woman. He was a hell of a lot better than that damned football coach.
Athletes were supposed to have the reputation of being real sex heroes,
but she had been forced to rev him up a couple times with her mouth just
so he'd have enough prick to stick into her cunt. That sort of killed the
enjoyment. He had tried to get her to go to bed with him again several
times after that, but she always told him that the guilt feelings were
just too much for her. Hah! The real truth was that she wanted a man with
a lot better rod on him than the coach had.

 Anyway, back to Brad's love life. After a little more prodding, Brad
finally condescended to tell the story of this sexual episode as well,
with just as many detailed embellishments as before. Here is the idyll of
preacher's wife Millicent Mayfield Warren and her youthful paramour, our
own Bradley Marcus Collins.

  *  *  *  *  *

 Brad had never thought of Millie Warren as a sex object; you just usually
don't look at a minister's wife that way. It wasn't that she didn't have
the face and the figure to interest him. He had always thought that she
looked very nice, but that was all. Then one Sunday she had asked him if
he would help with a group of younger kids, from the ages of 10 to 12. She
knew that they looked up to him as sort of a hero, and she thought that
Brad might help to teach them games, to sort of coach them, while she took
care of the spiritual side. Well, Brad did sort of like working with kids,
so he said that he would try it, and it turned out to be a great success.
The number of kids in the group doubled overnight, and they loved Brad. He
knew his sports, and he was very patient with them as he taught them
elementary techniques. They learned tumbling, played softball and touch
football and basketball and volleyball, all co-ed at this age. Brad
umpired and refereed for games as well as coaching.

 Millie was extremely appreciative of Brad's help, and she let him know
often. Now he began to look at her more closely, and he really liked what
he saw. Millie was about 35, had honey-blonde hair and hazel eyes, a very
pretty face. She was pretty well built too - oh, nothing spectacular like
Maria Correlli, but she had all the curves in the right places, just a
nicely proportioned woman. As he worked with Millie in planning and
carrying out activities, Brad found himself being turned on more and more.
He never really expected anything to come of it, but she was a very nice
woman, and he was growing to like her very much.

 Bit by bit, though, Millie began talking more personally with Brad,
asking questions about how he was doing in school, what he did in his
spare time, what his plans were for the future, etc. One day after he had
refereed a basketball game and the kids had left, Millie started talking
about last Friday night's football game, which she had attended. She said
that she didn't really like football very much, but she had been
enthralled by watching Brad play (yes, she said "enthralled").

 "You were just so masterful I couldn't take my eyes off you," she said.
"When you broke through and tackled their passer, why you just lifted him
up and slammed him down like a rag doll. He didn't have a chance against
you. You must be awfully strong."

 "Oh well," Brad said modestly, "It isn't so much strength as it is
leverage and momentum. If you caught me just right, you could probably
pick me up and throw me down."

 Millie laughed. "Oh, now you're exaggerating. Why you'd just crush little
old me." Then she added, "I've wondered what it would be like to be
tackled like that. What would it feel like if you tackled me?"

 "Well, now, ma'am, that might be interesting to try sometime."

 Millie laughed delightedly. "I think that would be a rather shocking
experience."

 "Yeah," Brad said, "for me too."

 Millie blushed and murmured, "But not necessarily unpleasant."

 "Very pleasant indeed," Brad said, grinning. This was approaching the
sort of flirtatious dialogue that so many women seemed to enjoy with him.
"I can't think of any lady I'd rather tackle."

 "Oh, you, Brad! I think we'd better put this conversation on hold for
now." And they had done so. However, in the days to come, Millie kept
coming back to the idea, and Brad knew that she was beginning to want him
as he had started to want her. He felt that she really wanted him to throw
her down and sock it to her, but she couldn't quite let that happen
because of her position as a pastor's wife and first lady of the parish.

 Then had come that fateful day. Brad had coached the kids through a
volleyball game in the church gym, and they had just left when Millie
finally showed up. Usually she was there the whole time, but this time
Brad could see that she was really upset. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

 Then Millie broke down and wept woefully. Brad put his arms around her to
comfort her, and she clung to him as she wet his shirt with her copious
tears. She felt warm and cuddly in his arms, and he could feel the twin
pressures of her very nice tits against his chest. He was getting very
hard down below, and his hardness was pressing against her stomach, which
she might not be aware of in her present state of mind.

 Finally she revealed the reason for her grief - the freshly confessed
affair with some lady of the congregation. She could never have believed
that Bill would do that to her. She had been completely faithful to him
through their 12 years of marriage. Sure, she had been tempted too, but
she had kept her vows. Oh, the perfidy! The betrayal! As she moaned and
complained, she kept her arms around Brad's neck and her body pressed
tightly against his. Gradually the sobs stopped, but she stayed right
there, hanging on tenaciously. Her body felt warmer and warmer against
him, in fact, downright hot. Brad kept patting and rubbing her back with
greater intensity. Then he cautiously kissed her on the neck as her head
was resting on his shoulder. She responded by hugging him even tighter and
pushing her hips against his hard-on.

 Then all at once Millie Warren was kissing Brad passionately on the
mouth, urgently, insistently. She was wiggling and humping her hips
against his cock. There was no longer any doubt that she was aware of his
aroused state now. Then she whispered hissingly into his ear, like the
serpent of Eden, "Tackle me, Brad! Put me down on my back, Brad! Do it to
me! I want you to fuck me, Brad.!"

 In the corner there was a stack of mats that were used for tumbling and
wrestling. Brad pulled Millie over to them and then did what he knew she
wanted. He picked her up and plunked her ass down solidly on the mats with
himself on top. They struggled to get part of their clothes off. It was
awkward, because they didn't want to let go of each other in order to make
it simple to strip. But in a couple of minutes her skirt was way up and
her panties were off, and Brad's pants were gone. Millie gasped as she
grabbed 
Brad's huge cock. "Oh, my God!" she whispered. But undaunted, she guided
the big thing to her downy pussy and helped him poke the purplish-red head
between her now damp lips.

 Millie groaned as that huge fuck pole forced its way up her tight,
childless love passage, but she humped her hips hard against him once,
twice, three times, until he was finally in all the way to the balls,
filling her far more tightly than ever before. She gave little whimpering
moans as Brad began to fuck her, gently at first, not wanting to hurt her.
They began to kiss again as they fucked, and Millie's mouth opened wide to
accept Brad's probing tongue. The tongue fucking was coordinated with the
cock thrusts, as Brad's movements made her body rock up and back. She had
one of the tightest cunts that Brad's dick had ever enjoyed, and he had to
struggle to keep from approaching his climax too soon.

 But Millie was apparently so horny from this very unusual - in fact,
unique for her - adulterous experience that she was very soon ready to go
over the top herself. She began using her body to urge Brad on to harder,
faster, and deeper penetrations. Her mouth, still very busy on Brad's, was
making urgent sounds that were something like "Ummmph! Ummmph! Ummmph!"
each time Brad's ramming cock hit bottom. She was bucking lustily with her
hips as well, showing surprising strength and passionate desire.

 When Brad sensed that she was going into her orgasm, he finally let go
and began blasting his cum deep inside her grasping, churning pussy. She
felt it and redoubled her efforts to get every possible sensation out of
this fantastic fuck. Both of them were panting and sweating and writhing
in the heat of their mutual orgasm. "God!" thought Brad as he drained the
last of his cum into her, "I've actually fucked the preacher's wife right
in the church!" 

 As they lay there, their energy spent, his softening cock still inside
her, their juices dribbling down her ass crack onto the mats, Millie wept
a little bit again. Brad could understand how her feelings were
overwhelmingly mixed up. A preacher's wife, now an adulteress, guilty of
the same sin as her fallible husband. Furthermore, indulging in sex with a
16-year-old high school boy. But damn, it was good sex! The best ever for
her. Or at least, Brad conceitedly thought it must be.

 Brad hardened up again fast as he caressed Millie's thighs and ass and
tits, so he didn't even withdraw from her cunt's fond embrace until they
were fucking again to another grand climax. In fact, Millie got off a
couple times before Brad shot another load way up into her belly. She was
a damned good piece of ass, even if she was a preacher's wife, thought
Brad. She seemed to love everything that he did to her, and she gave back
as good as she got.

 Although Millie had to fight her strong guilt feelings, she loved Brad's
cock too much to give it up right away. So they continued to fuck each
other for several months, in fact, overlapping the beginning of the affair
with Mrs. Correlli. Brad introduced this inexperienced older woman to oral
sex, at first licking her pussy over her violent protests until she saw
how good it felt. He gently led her toward fellatio, and she came to the
point of kissing his prick. Finally her lost patience with her, held her
down, stuck his cock into her mouth, and said, "Suck, damn it!" She did,
and in a short time came to love doing it for him. He had discovered by
this time that Millie frequently liked her sex to be a bit rough. Somehow
she could abandon herself to it more easily if somehow it seemed that she
was forced into it and wasn't really responsible.

 One day she told Brad as they disrobed and prepared to screw, "Brad,
darling, this will be our last fuck. I have a very special reason that I
will tell you before you leave." Although Brad protested, he actually
wasn't too unhappy to have the affair end, because he was heavily into
(pardon the pun) Maria Correlli by this time. After a very loving fuck
session, Millie told Brad as she kissed him good-bye, "I'm pregnant, Brad.
I've tried so many times before to have a child, and now I'm really going
to be a mother. I don't know whose child it is, but all the world will
believe it's my husband's, and I will never question it myself. As a
mother, I must return to my wedding vows and never again commit the sin of
adultery. I'll always be grateful to you, Brad, and I'll always love you,
but I know that Bill and I can be happy again now. Good-bye, my darling."

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MOM'S AMOROUS SON--A Story of Incest by Roderigo

  MOM'S AMOROUS SON - Part 3

 "I suppose I should be grateful to that woman who committed adultery with
the preacher, or I never would have got into Millie Warren's panties,"
said Brad, smiling complacently.

 Yes, that woman surely did a lot for you, thought his mother, Anita
Collins. Oh, God, what a situation! Here I fucked our pastor, Bill Warren,
and he was fool enough to confess it to his wife. Thank God he didn't tell
her who the woman was. But because of that innocent little bit of
recreation, Bill's wife opened her legs for my son, and now he may be the
father of her unborn child. "Oh, what a tangled web we weave, When first
we practice to deceive." How true that quote is!

 All she could say was, "Brad, you are just too much!" She could feel her
cunt juices seeping out and wetting her panties. She was still trembling
at the mental image of her son ramming his big cock into the mouth of the
preacher's wife. "Well, since you are such a stud for the old biddies, I
suppose there are still others that you have been playing around with."

 Again Brad smiled rather smugly. "Well," he said, "there's one more -
Jenny Thompson."

 "Oh, God, no! Jenny Thompson! Chuck's mother?" Chuck was the long, lean
quarterback of the football team, another major reason for its success.
But Jenny, though she was a fun-loving sort, certainly didn't seem like
the kind of person to indulge in sex affairs with teens. She was short,
plump, and rather dumpy looking, Anita thought. "But how could you manage
to get to her without Chuck finding out?" she asked.

 "That's just the way I did get to her. Chuck was there first."

 "Huh?" Anita uttered stupidly.

 "Chuck swore me to secrecy and then told me that he was screwing his
mother. I think he was so proud of himself that he had to boast to
somebody about it."

 "Chuck Thompson screwing his own mother! Oh, my God! What is this world
coming to? But how did you get involved with her?"

 "Well, I told Chuck that I didn't believe him. I said it was just a
jack-off fantasy. Actually I did believe him, because I had seen a couple
things that I could see now were a little more than usual mom-son things.
But I kept putting him on by pretending I just couldn't believe him. A
couple days later when he told me that he had just fucked his mother
again, he said that he could prove it to me. Then he invited me over for
the next morning. He would hide me in the closet and fuck her right there
in his room where I could see for myself."

 "Oh, Brad! This is getting worse and worse! A son fucking his mother and
inviting his best friend to watch!"

 "Yeah," said Brad with a big grin. "God, it was fun!" Then he went ahead
and told her of the menage a trois of Charles "Chuck" Thompson, his loving
mother Jenny Thompson, and our shameless hero, Bradley Marcus Collins.

  *  *  *  *  *

 Brad had met Chuck outside his home at 9:00 Saturday morning as had been
arranged, and Chuck sneaked him inside and to his room. Brad was installed
in the closet with the door open a crack and was told to wait. Through the
crack he had a clear view of the whole bed. A little later he heard the
sound of voices, and Chuck and his mother entered the bedroom. She was
wearing a long dressing robe and seemed to be protesting, although she had
a smile on her face. "Oh, you horny kid you," she said. "Don't you ever
get enough? You're like an alcoholic needing his first drink early in the
morning."

 "Aw, come on, Mom," Chuck begged. "I really need it. And besides, I know
that you like it as much as I do."

 Jenny Thompson sighed. "Oh well, you do keep your dear old mother well
satisfied. Since you're so horny, I guess I could supply you with a quick
piece of ass." In the closet Brad's cock was quickly as hard as a rock,
and he unzipped his pants and took it out to play with. This was going to
be good.

 Chuck grabbed his mother and kissed her solidly on the lips. "Thanks,
Mom," he said. "You're the greatest!" He pulled the belt loose on her robe
and stripped it off her body. She had on only a pair of white panties, and
her nice big tits were swinging free. She didn't look bad at all from
Brad's viewpoint. She was a little bit chubby, but she sure looked like
all woman.

 Chuck stuck his fingers in the waistband of his mother's panties and
tugged them down, revealing a very hairy crotch under a curving belly. Her
full thighs were very nice where they swelled into her ample hips and
formed that vee at her pussy. Chuck put his hand directly on her hairy
pussy and began fingering it, and she spread her legs and let him do it as
she helped him take off his shirt and pants. "Ok, Mom," Chuck said as soon
as he was naked, his long cock bobbing in the air, "I'd like to do you
doggy style this time. Get on the bed on your hands and knees."

 "My, you're awfully bossy this morning," his mother said as she casually
climbed onto the bed.

 Chuck smacked her on the ass with a loud slap. "Stick that ass up there,
woman. I gotta get this cock in your pussy now!"

 His mother rose up on her knees and rubbed her stinging ass. "Damn you,
Chuck! You're going to kiss that or you won't get a thing from me."

 "Sorry, Mom," Chuck said. "I got carried away." He leaned down and kissed
the spot of the slap on her bare ass lovingly. "I'll kiss this ass any
time I get the chance," he said, as he kissed all over both smooth
hemispheres and even in the crack. He had one hand under her crotch and
was fingering her pussy again.

 "OK, you're forgiven," Mrs. Thompson said. "Here's my ass all ready for
you." She lowered her tits to the bed, resting on her elbows with her ass
thrust up and out, her knees on the very edge of the bed. Brad could see
through the crack of the closet door right into the crack of her ass and
the hairy cunt beneath her ass, framed by her widespread plump thighs.
God, it sure looked appetizing!

 Chuck stepped between her feet, and standing beside the bed, he pulled
her hips back until his cock was entering the gap below her asshole. Then
he leaned forward as he pulled her ass back, and his long prick slowly
pushed between the puffy lips of her cunt. He fucked it back and forth a
few times until that whole long pole was completely inside her, with her
ass right up against his belly. Brad had a ringside seat and could see the
coupling perfectly from only a few feet away. He could clearly see Chuck's
long cock going in and out of those soft hair-fringed lips. His own big
dick was hot in his hand.

 Then Chuck started thrusting into his mother's cunt. She cooperated by
rocking back and forth, bucking her nice big ass back against him as he
fucked into her juicy pussy. "Mmmm, that's nice, sonny boy!" she muttered
as they screwed doggy style. 

 "You sure do hump that big sexy ass nice!" Chuck said, as he rammed her
harder and harder. "Looks great too." Brad could certainly say a loud amen
to that if his presence hadn't been a secret. He was really turned on by
seeing this mother take her son's big cock into her pussy from the rear
and enjoy it so much. He had never observed two other people having live
sex before, although he had seen it in porno movies. The movies couldn't
come anywhere near the real thing. Maybe the broads in the movies had
trimmer bodies, but damn! that Jenny Thompson sure looked sexy as hell
bucking and humping her ass for her son's fuck rod.

 Then Chuck gave a yelp and started pumping like crazy, shooting his load
into his mom's cunt. She humped faster too to keep up with her son's eager
thrusts, her strong thighs propelling her luscious ass backward and
forward with great power and speed. Finally Chuck slumped over his
mother's back, panting and sweating. She tried to keep humping, but he was
done. Finally he pulled out dripping cum on the floor and the edge of the
bed. Juices trickled down the plump thighs of the still widespread Mrs.
Thompson, as Brad stared right into that swollen, reddened wet pussy.

 Then Jenny gave a sort of wail and said, "Dammit, Chuck, that was too
fast! You've got me all roused up now, and you're all done."

 "Well, I can lick you, Mom," Chuck said, as he wiped his cock with a
handful of tissues.

 "No, what I need is a cock inside me," his mother said. "I guess we'll
have to bring Brad out of the closet so he can finish the job."

 Brad was thunderstruck. He almost, but not quite, lost his erection. How
had she found out? Then Chuck was laughing as he opened the closet door.
Damn! It was a setup! Both of them had known he was in that closet, and
they were putting on a performance for him. Brad stepped out, blushing and
trying to jam his hard cock back into his pants. "You heard her, Brad,"
said Chuck, with a broad grin on his face.

 "Hey!" his mother hollered. "Don't put that thing away! You're going to
need it. I'm going to report you as a peeping Tom if you don't get over
here and finish the job that Chuck started. It looks like you've got just
the equipment I need. And how!"

 Brad looked at Chuck, who said, "Go ahead, Brad. I can promise you that
she's damned hot stuff. And she wants you. This was mostly her idea."

 Well, Brad couldn't refuse an invitation like this, so he stripped off
his clothes and slowly approached the bed. He waited to see what Jenny was
going to do. She resumed her earlier position with her big ass sticking up
at him. Then she said, "Chuck, get over here on the bed. I want to get you
ready as a reserve." She directed him to lie on the bed in front of her,
with his cock sticking up right by her face. Then she said to Brad, "OK,
Brad, stick that big thing into Mommy's hungry cunny. It looks even better
than I thought it would."

 Brad stepped between her thighs and took hold of Jenny's hips. Then he
pressed the tip of his cock against her hairy cunt lips, still wet from
her previous fuck. She was so slick that it took him only a few shoves to
get it clear into her, but she was plenty tight enough to make it a good
close fit. "Ahhhh! That's just what Mama needs," Jenny sighed. Then she
started licking at Chuck's reviving cock and humping her hips back against
Brad's belly. It took awhile to get into the rhythm so that she wouldn't
be pulling Chuck's cock out by the roots while she rocked to Brad's
fucking motion. But finally they were really in action. Jenny had her
son's cock well into her mouth now and was sucking lustily. Brad loved
watching her sexy big ass flex as she humped it back to meet his strokes.
She felt damned good on his cock.

 What a great new experience! Fucking his best friend's mother doggy style
while she sucked her own son's lucky cock! This was the best yet for Brad.
He began ramming into Jenny's cunt with enthusiasm, pulling way out and
pistoning in hard. He could tell from her eager reactions that she liked
it too. She kept bucking back to get the most out of each drive. Then Brad
thought of something that he had recently learned from Maria Correlli. He
reached his hand around Jenny's active thigh and got his hand on her
mound. This way he could get his finger on her clit and manipulate it
while he fucked her. This got a reaction right away, as Jenny jerked and
said, "Ummmph!" loudly in a voice muffled by Chuck's cock. 

 Brad kept it up, fucking and fingering, and soon the beautiful ass of
Chuck's mom's started going wild. She really went to work on Chuck's cock
as well, for soon he yelled out and started jerking and shooting into her
mouth. She started moaning and growling in a muffled way, and Brad had to
hold on to her ass as he fucked her furiously. He could feel his climax
coming, and he knew it was the right time for all of them, so he just let
go and started spouting his cum into her wildly undulating hips. All three
of them came within a few seconds of each other. In a few moments they
were all lying together on the bed, panting and  quivering with the
after-effects of their orgasms, their naked bodies covered with sweat, cum
on their crotches, Jenny's face and various other places.

 After a while, Jenny took hold of both of the boys' cocks and started
reviving them by jacking them firmly. Brad got a finger in her sloppy wet
cunt and started fingering her again. Chuck started sucking on one of her
nipples. As they lay there pleasuring each other, Jenny Thompson said, "I
think I've died and gone to heaven. What more could any woman want than
two big horny young cocks?"

 Brad recovered his hardness sooner, since Chuck had already got off
twice. Jenny pushed Brad onto his back and began sucking his cock. God, he
loved to watch her head bobbing up and down and feel her lips and tongue
sucking hard on his growing prick. But then Jenny climbed astraddle Brad
and lowered herself onto his upstanding member. He watched it disappear
from view as her hairy mound came down to meet his own hair. Then she
threw herself forward and put her cum-covered mouth on his in a big
open-mouthed kiss. She began lifting her hips and lowering them onto his,
fucking him slowly but very firmly.

 Chuck began playing with her ass and Brad's balls as his mother continued
to fuck his best friend. He got down where he could see from inches away
his mother's pussy slide up that big wet pole, the lips pulling out, and
then slide back down, pushing the lips back inside. As he later told Brad,
it was an exciting sight to him, watching Mom fuck, almost as much fun as
fucking her himself. Before long, Jenny started coming again. As Chuck
knew well, she always came best when she was on top. She really began
riding Brad, slamming down onto him as hard as she could, then bucking her
big ass way up, faster and faster, all the time with her open mouth on
Brad's, moaning and groaning and panting. Then Brad's cock sensations went
over the top, and he added his groans to hers as he lifted his ass up and
started shooting another load of cum into that overflowing pussy. 

 After a few moments of shuddering recovery, Jenny rolled off onto her
back, and immediately Chuck jumped on her, stabbed his cock into her up to
the roots, and began fucking her like mad. She had been exhausted, but in
no time at all she was revved up and fucking back again. It was almost as
if a new orgasm just picked up where the last one had left off. Never had
her son fucked her so hard before. He was bouncing their bodies all over
the bed. This time Brad was the spectator, although he managed to feel
various parts of Jenny's body as her son was screwing her. He loved
watching Chuck hammer her with his long prick and to see all that lovely
plump womanhood being bounced and bounced. She curled her soft legs around
her son's body and squeezed him to her with them, moaning again very
loudly. Then Chuck yelled out again, and shot his third load of the
morning. He lay inert on his mother's body for two or three minutes while
she petted and stoked his back. Then he rolled off.

 Now it was Brad's turn again. He had been so turned on by watching mother
and son in fierce intercourse that his cock was again stony hard. He
jumped on the already well-fucked body of Chuck's mother and rammed his
rod into her once more. "Oh God!" she exclaimed. "Another one already!"
But she was up to the situation and began humping Brad with renewed vigor.
It was another wild, hard superactive fuck, with the bed again taking
quite a beating as these two large bodies bounced all over it in their
coital passion. Jenny soared to another tremendous orgasm as Brad again
shot a load of his cock juice into her hyperactive love passage. 

 As they again lay together, lovingly caressing, but too spent for further
intercourse at the moment, Jenny Thompson warmly thanked her son for
adding his friend to their relationship. "We'll have to get together often
from now on. OK, boys?" Both boys enthusiastically exclaimed that it was
definitely OK. And indeed it was during many sessions thereafter.

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  MOM'S AMOROUS SON - Part 4

 Anita Collins almost felt as if she herself had been fucked multiple
times after listening to this lurid tale of three-way sex. My God, she
thought, Jenny Thompson and her son and my son having an orgy, and not
just once. The vivid image of two horny boys alternately jumping on the
mother of one of them and fucking her repeatedly without a break! God! All
that cum! She must have had it coming out of her ears before they were
finished. What would it be like to be the object of pleasure for two young
quickly rejuvenated boys like that - for hours at a time? A wave of
jealousy shot through her as she thought of Jenny Thompson sucking Brad's
cock and taking it up her pussy.

 Jealousy! Could this be real? Was she really jealous? No, that couldn't
be. It was just that this woman was lewdly abusing her innocent young
child and ought to be arrested for contributing to the delinquency of a
minor. That's all it was. But those sensations in her loins gave the lie
to that. Her son was giving sexual pleasure to a whole harem of older
women, and his mother was being left out. That was the problem. She fought
to stifle this idea, but it was gaining control of her mind.

 With a shaking voice, she tried to reason with Brad. "How could you help
a friend to commit such a disgusting sin with his own mother? Don't you
think it's evil?"

 "Well, no, Mom, I don't. Chuck loves his mother a lot more now than he
did before, and I mean in a good way - you know, in a real mother-son way.
He's a lot more respectful and even obedient now, a better son all around.
And you know why?"

 "Why? Just so he can get sex?"

 "No, it's because he's now absolutely sure that his mother really loves
him."

 "Brad, Jenny Thompson is a short, fat old bag. Now why would you want to
get mixed up with her when you can have your pick of so many beautiful
young girls?"

 "Mom, you've never seen Jenny Thompson with her clothes off. She's a real
sexpot. Maybe she is a little plump, but in bed she looks terrific. And
she's great fun. As far as young girls go, they bore me. It takes a real
woman, one with some experience and maturity, to interest me."

 "But Jenny Thompson! Your best friend's mother!"

 Brad said slowly and carefully, blushing a little, "I think that's the
thing that makes her so exciting - the mother thing, that is. I guess one
of the most common fantasies a young guy can have is - uh - you know -
doing it with his mother."

 Now it was Anita's turn to blush. She tried to control her emotions and
to think clearly about how she could get through to Brad that his
activities were wrong. "Brad, the point is that you cannot continue to go
around having sex with all these married older women. Don't you see how
dangerous it is? You could ruin your reputation. You could even get shot
by a jealous husband, for God's sake."

 "Jenny is divorced."

 "Yes, but what about the others? And I'm sure that there must be more
that I don't know about - or there will be if you go on like this. What
can we do to keep you at home where you belong and out of these old
women's beds?"

 Brad was silent for a moment, then began awkwardly, "Well, Mom, there's -
uh - well - " He broke off, then said, "Chuck doesn't mess around with any
other women."

 A flash of heat swept through Anita's body. "What do you mean by that?"
she demanded hoarsely.

 "Well, you - uh - said something about being home where I belong. Well -
you see - Chuck's got - uh- something to stay home for." His head was down
and he was avoiding her eyes, and his indecisive manner of speaking was
very unusual for her normally glib son.

 Anita definitely knew what he meant now. There could be no mistake. He
was saying that if he could fuck his own mother, he would be glad to stay
home and out of other women's beds. She knew that she should denounce this
idea vehemently and castigate him as a disgusting and dishonorable son.
But instead she just sat there with her imagination unreeling images of
Brad screwing those other older women and then - then she visualized him
approaching her own crotch with that huge young cock. No! No! She just
wouldn't think of it. God! What a thrill it would be! No, dammit! NO!

 The silence had lasted for some time. Finally Anita asked, surprisingly,
"Which of those three women was best in bed?" God, she thought, now why
the hell did I ask that?

 "Well," Brad began hesitantly, "They were all good. I liked Maria because
she has the best figure overall and I guess just because she is a
preacher's wife and never played around before. . . . But Maria was a much
hotter lover, more experienced, and of course, she has those great tits,
so I really got more of a bang out of her. . . . But I guess Jenny is the
best, because she's just so much fun. She doesn't look as good as the
other two, but she just pure loves sex in every form, and as I said,
there's the mother thing. That really gets to me, Mom."

 Anita blushed again. "Have you had sex with Jenny alone, or just with
Chuck?"

 "Oh, I fucked her alone a couple times. Chuck doesn't know it. His mom
wants to keep it a secret just so it won't hurt his feelings."

 "Did she invite you to come alone, or was it your idea?"

 "She asked me to come the first time, and I dropped in the second time
when I knew Chuck was tied up somewhere else. She was sure glad to see
me." And he grinned broadly.

 Anita licked her dry lips, probably dry because she was practically
panting through her mouth. "Do you think Maria's tits are nicer than
mine?" Oh, God! Again it had just come out without her will.

 "Oh no, not at all! - er - that is, I don't think so. I mean, well,
Maria's sort of sag, and yours don't seem to - that is, - of course, I
haven't seen them bare, so I don't know for sure."

 You miserable little liar, she thought, you have seen them bare. I know
you've sneaked around and seen everything I've got.

 "And your face is a lot prettier than hers," Mark added. "A lot
prettier."

 "Thank you, honey," Anita mumbled, blushing again. "Is Millie's - uh -
body prettier than mine?"

 "No way, Mom! She doesn't have nearly as much in the - uh - bust, and not
quite as much in the hips and aa - er - behind as you. . . . In fact, I
don't know any woman with a better shape than you've got, Mom."

 Her heart fluttered with a wave of joy and gratitude, and her pussy
creamed even more. "Thank you, Brad, but you don't have to flatter me."

 "No flattery, Mom. Just the absolute truth - at least, the way I rate
women. Of course now, I've seen them with all their clothes off, and I
haven't had the -  uh - pleasure of seeing you naked, so maybe I could be
wrong."

 She could easily see what his scheme was, and she should angrily cut him
off right now, but somehow she was being compelled by her emotions and her
biological urges to play along with him. "Oh? Do you really think you
could be wrong?"

 "Well, no, but it's really hard to tell, Mom. Now Jenny especially looks
a lot better nude. It's surprising. And then there's this other woman -
oops! . . . . Oh well, she looks great until you get that padded bra and
girdle off her, and then she's saggy and shapeless. You never can be
sure."

 God! Still another one! But mainly Anita felt insulted to hear him say
that she might not look as good nude. Even though she knew very well that
he had seen her completely unclothed, she felt an overwhelming desire to
prove to him that her body was outstanding. "Look here, dammit, Brad! I
don't wear any padding or other phony aids, and I think you know it." She
took a deep breath, then declared boldly, "Here, I'll prove it."

 She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and yanked it off. In a few seconds she
had unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. There she stood with both big
shapely breasts standing up firmly, the pink nipples jutting out brazenly.
She knew she wasn't as big as Maria Correlli, but she was damned sure that
her boobs were plenty big enough to please any tit lover and were still as
firm as when she was a teenager. "OK, Don Juan, what do you say about
these babies?"

 "Oh Jeez, Mom! Fantastic! They're just absolute beauties! I've never seen
better tits in any magazine or porn film or anywhere else!" His eyes were
glued to her breasts, wide with unfeigned admiration. She could tell that
he would love to get his hands on them. And then he said, "Of course, the
real test is - uh - how they feel, you know."

 She marched right up to him. "OK, feel!" Brad gasped and then reached out
with both trembling hands and gingerly touched her hard, upstanding
nipples. She trembled herself when she felt her own son's fingers on her
breasts for the first time since infancy. She stood still, waves of
pleasure sweeping through her as he more boldly began to massage her big
tits and to manipulate her sensitive nipples.

 "Oh God, Mom! There couldn't be anything in the world that feels as good
as these beautiful big melons!" An even stronger thrill shot through
Anita's body at this obviously sincere praise. "I gotta taste them too,
Mom. Every woman has a different taste." 

 She grasped both tits in her hands and thrust them out toward his face,
presenting her twin goodies to him freely. "Taste!" she commanded.

 Taste he did, tenderly kissing each nipple in turn with soft lips, then
touching them lightly with his tongue, licking them, getting them wet,
then placing his mouth on them and sucking, gently at first, then more
insistently, then sort of nibbling and chewing lightly on them, switching
back and forth from tit to tit. "Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" he began repeating,
"Delicious, Mom - delicious!"

 Anita held his head with both hands, running her fingers through his
short, football player's hair as he suckled and nibbled her breasts. "Oh,
Brad honey!" she moaned. "Oh, my darling, darling boy! Oooooh, that feels
so nice, my sweet Brad!" She felt herself starting to come already, just
from his loving attentions to her tits. Soon she was moaning and writhing
in ecstasy, pulling his head frantically into her soft white globes,
trembling and tingling all over.

 Brad finally pulled his face out of the deep valley of her gorgeous
cleavage and murmured in awe, "God, Mom, if the rest of you is this good,
I'll be in heaven!"

 Anita quickly unbuttoned her shorts and pulled down the zipper. "You
can't tell how good a woman is till you've fucked her!" she found herself
saying brazenly. Now she was sounding like him! With his help, she shucked
off the shorts, stepping out of them in only her sheer white bikini
panties. Brad was staring at her dark mound showing through the thin
fabric, looking as if his mouth were watering. "Brad!" Anita cried. "Rip
them off me! Tear your mother's panties right off!"

 Brad was very quick to comply. He hooked his fingers in the sides, and
his strong hands tore the panties into two pieces with a ripping sound. He
cast the filmy tatters aside and gazed in delighted awe at her smooth
rounded belly curving down to that exciting mound covered with dark-brown
hair, where the soft, swollen lips were peeping through, oozing the
moisture of her sexual arousal. In a moment his hand was cupping that
precious cunt of his beautiful mother, feeling the crispness of the hair
and the wet softness of those lips at the gateway to paradise.

 "Oh, come on, Brad! Quick! Let's go to bed!" She gave his hand a tug and
turned to dash out of the kitchen. Brad followed her with joy. But when he
saw that fantastic ass, swelling out in such sexy perfection, he just
couldn't wait. As they reached the living room, he dragged her down onto
the soft carpet, struggling out of his shorts at the same time. In a
moment she was spread wide open before him, and he lunged at her with his
enormous cock, spearing straight into that inviting hairy target. With no
preliminaries at all, he rammed his rod home with one mighty thrust.

 Anita first felt a searing pain as that gigantic fuck pole plowed deep
into her soft love passage. God! It was big! Bigger by far than anything
that had ever been in there before! But then as her creamy passage opened
to accommodate his demanding tool, she felt overwhelmingly fulfilled -
filled full and fulfilled. Oh, what a tremendous feeling to be lying here
on the living room carpet with her own big handsome son's gargantuan cock
deep inside her cunt! What an outrageous thrill! Never had she felt so
overcome with sheer pleasure! 

 She couldn't control her feelings, her speech, or her movements. She
heard herself moaning loudly and saying all kinds of words that she had
never uttered before in her son's presence. "Oooooh, Brad honey! You feel
so goddamned gooooood in Mommy's pussy! Oh, Brad baby, you're making Mommy
feel so goood! Fuck your Mommy, Brad! Oh, fuck your horny, happy Mommy!"

 Brad baby was really fucking Mommy now. Every fierce thrust scooted her a
few inches across the floor, sliding her soft ass on the thick carpet. She
wrapped her beautiful full thighs around her son's body, clasped her
ankles behind him and pulled him harder into her. She got both hands on
his ass and added the strength of her arms to pull him harder and deeper
still. As big as that monstrous cock was, she just couldn't get enough of
it. She wanted to pull her son's entire body into her, to take him right
back into the womb that had born him. Every stroke into her churning pussy
was a stroke of sheer delight to her. She felt every inch of him, an awful
lot of inches, plunging in and out of her eager, hungry fuck hole.

 The pleasure just kept mounting and mounting. When she thought she had
reached the absolute peak of thrilling sensations, way past anything she
had ever felt before in her active sex life, she was swept to a higher
level yet, soaring up and up into the stratosphere of heavenly delights.
Oh, the tremendous feeling of those powerful thrusts! Oh God! Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Slam! Wham! Bam! Oh God! Here we go! Here
comes the biggest O of all O's! Oh God! Oh God! It's so good I just can't
stand it! I'm going to pass out from pure delight! OH GOD! OH FUCK! FUCK!
FUCK! AAAAHHHHHHHHH! Oh, he's shooting his load into me now! Oh God! I can
feel that hot cum spurting way up inside me! My son is planting his seed
way up in my fertile garden, watering it with his juices! OH GOD! MY SON!
BRAD! MY DARLING SON! AAAAHHHHHHHH!

 And with that Anita Collins did black out for a few moments, so
overwhelmed was she with a mixture of emotion at the idea of performing
the forbidden act of incest, infinite love for this fantastic son of hers,
and the almost unbearable physical sensations of the best fuck she had
ever had. When she slowly regained her senses, she was still lying under
the big powerful body of her son, who was sprawled in total exhaustion on
his widespread mother, with his still semi-hard prick way up inside her
overflowing cunt.

 Anita began to moan softly again, saying her son's name over and over,
"Brad! Brad! Oh, my Brad! Brad honey! Oh, Brad sweetie! Oh, my darling
Brad!" She was stroking his back and his ass and his balls, thrilling with
love and happiness. He raised his head and they began to kiss - long,
deep, wet kisses, filled with feeling, with deep love and gratitude for
the great gift that they had just given each other.

 "Mom! Oh, my wonderful, wonderful Mom! You're the most terrific woman in
the world! What a stunning body you've got! And what a fantastic fuck!
What a magnificent piece of ass! Nobody could be better than my Mom! My
own wonderful Mom!" These love words mingled with Anita's heartfelt praise
for her son, as they lay caressing and kissing.

 In an amazingly short time, Brad's rod was as stiff as ever, and he began
moving it slowly within her. Then he rolled both of them over and told his
mother, "Go ahead and ride me, Mom. Make it as good as you can for
yourself. Just use my cock for your playtoy."

 "Mmmmm!" Anita murmured. "What a playtoy!" She lifted up her hips until
just the tip of his cock was inside her pussy lips. Then she sensually
rotated her mound so that his sensitive head was brushing her sensitive
clit. He stared down between their bodies and watched the glorious scene
of the mother and son genitals rubbing each other's most responsive parts.
Anita kept up this slow pleasuring as long as she could stand it, until
the sensation was just too much to bear any longer. Then she began to
plunge up and down on that giant prick, taking him all the way inside,
then humping her ass way up to the tip, then slamming down on him again.
He began bucking up to meet her, and they went into full fuck mode for
long wild minutes until he began to shoot again into his mother's cunt and
she soared into another mammoth orgasm.

 Later they lay in bed lazily caressing and kissing and talking love
words. Then Anita asked, "So you really enjoyed sharing Chuck's mother
with him, huh?"

 "Yeah, Mom, it was great." He was silent for a moment, and her
imagination began replaying the description of this lucky woman being
fucked silly by two horny youngsters. Then somehow the image kept changing
to herself being boffed by those same two lads. Hmm, if anything could be
better than the sex she had just been enjoying with her amorous teenaged
son, could it be sex with two teenagers? The idea was definitely
titillating.

 Then, as if he had been reading her horny mind, Brad said, his finger
probing her cunt, "I suppose it would be only fair if I offered to share
my mother with Chuck. What do you think of that idea?"

 "Hey! What kind of woman do you think I am!" Then Anita laughed, seized
her son's big cock fiercely, and said, "You're right. Do you want to
invite Chuck, or should I?"

  THE END

