Dirty Deeds
(Mm/Ff, inc, teen, anal)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

It was past eleven and if a stranger had been in Stephenville that evening he would have assumed that most of the people who lived there went to bed with the chickens. He would have been right, even if they didn't go right to sleep after they got into bed. Maple Street, which was in one of the town's nicer residential areas, was in darkness, except for the lights that glowed in several upstairs windows. At number 212 which was the Baker residence, a light shined in the upstairs' window that was Mrs. Baker's bedroom. Inside, Terri Baker was giggling instead of sleeping. She couldn't help giggling when she was being tickled, and right now she was giggling uncontrollably.

"Oh Mark, stop!" she gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Please, no more... don't."

She was naked and face down on the bed, her head and shoulders resting on the mattress, her beautiful blonde hair in disarray. But she was on her knees, so that her rear end was sticking up in the air. Pressed up close behind her, Mark was sitting between her calves, his legs stretched out on either side of her. He had a firm loving grip on her smooth satiny buns with his face thrust from time to time, into the groove between the round fleshy globes of her ass.

"No more now," said Terri. "Take it easy."

"I thought you liked analingus, Mom," said Mark with a laugh.

"My, what a fancy name for running your tongue up and down the crack of your mother's bum, and kissing and licking all over and around her ass," Terri replied, breathing heavily. "You know I like it, or I wouldn't be letting you do it. My God, if our neighbors could see us like this. You'd think that doing naughty things with my son is something I'd be used to by now."

"Gosh, Mom, I thought I'd found all your ticklish spots. I never knew about this one before."

"Well you know about it now. Gimme a break."

"How come I've never found this ticklish spot before, Mom?" asked Mark. "It doesn't bother you when I put my prick up your ass. And I've been fucking you in the ass for the past two years. Since -"

"Your eighteenth birthday," Terri cut in. "It was your present. I knew you wanted that."

"Yeah," said Mark with a laugh. "Dad had to catch a plane right after supper, and I slept with you that night."

"Like hell you slept with me," said Terri. "You didn't sleep at all. But you did lots of other things, you bad boy. I let you get into bed with me because I was lonely there by myself. I expected you to be a gentleman and behave yourself. I should have never let you cuddle me in your arms when you kissed me goodnight. What a shock it was, after, when I realized you wanted to fuck your mother."

Mark laughed. "Who do you think you're kidding, Mom? Do you think I didn't know what you wanted, when you let me get into bed with you? You'd been thinking about that for a long time. You even said that there was nothing wrong with a boy sleeping with his mother, as long as Dad never found out about it. Then when Dad went out of town on that business trip, you told me that was our chance to do it."

A sly smile spread across Terri's face. "Isn't that typical? Blame it on your mother, pretend it was all my idea. What did you expect me to do, after you got me all hot and excited? Push you out of bed and make you go back to your own room?"

"What I expected was just what you did. What we did."

"What you did," Terri corrected. "Then in the wee hours of the morning, when you had me so pooped out I couldn't do anything about it, you put your thing up my rear end."

"You suggested it, Mom. You said that was my special birthday present, from a loving mother to her son."

Terri laughed. "If you say so. Anyway, you've been fascinated with your mother's bum ever since."

"So how come I never discovered this ticklish spot until now?"

"Because it's only recently that you started kissing and licking me back there. Running your tongue up and down the crack like you do, you were bound to slide your tongue over it sooner or later."

"You mean I can't kiss and lick you back here anymore?"

"Heavens, don't even suggest such a terrible thought, darling. I like it when you kiss my asshole and lick all over and around it. And I like it when you run your tongue up and down my crack. Just be careful to avoid my ticklish spot, that's all."

"Okay, Mom. I'll be careful," Mark promised.

Sitting as he was, his long stiff erection was sticking out in front of him and almost poking his mother in the belly. It reached nearly to her tits. Suddenly her hand reached under her and seized it in a firm grip.

"You better believe you'll be careful," she said with a gleeful laugh. "If you touch my ticklish spot again, I'll pull this thing out by the roots."

"Wow! Be careful how you handle that, Mom. It's fully charged," Mark warned her.

But in spite of the warning, the inevitable happened. Mark ran his tongue up and down the crack of his mother's ass and slid right over her sensitive ticklish spot. His mother let out a piercing shriek and pulled on his cock. Mark shot off his load and a torrent of come spurted out beneath her.

"Now look what you've done," she scolded. "You've got your hot gooey stuff all over my belly and my tits, even up under my chin, for heaven's sake."

"Sorry, Mom," Mark panted. "You know how I love the feel of your fingers on my cock. And when you pulled on it like that, while my mouth was in the crack of your ass, it just felt so good."

Terri rolled over and slid off the bed. "Well just for that, you can clean it off. Come on. You're taking a shower with me."

That didn't offend her son in the least. He scrambled to his feet, followed her into the bathroom and into the shower stall. As soon as his mother had her shower cap on, so she wouldn't get her hair wet and spend the rest of the night drying it, Mark turned on the water and adjusted it to a comfortable degree of warmth.

"I think you did that on purpose, just so you could take the soap and run your hands all over me," his mother accused.

She really had no cause to complain that he took so much time soaping her tits, her cunt and the crack of her ass, because she then in turn, spent just as much time working a thick lather all over his cock and his balls.

"Do you think Dad ever wonders if we take showers together, Mom?" Mark said, teasing her.

"Funny boy!" Terri replied, pulling his foreskin back so she could wash around the head of his cock. "If your father even suspected you were getting into the shower with your mother, he'd throw you out of the house and divorce me!"

"That might not be such a bad idea," said Mark. "The divorce, I mean. Then I could get into bed with you every night, instead of just when Dad is out of town on business. And when we fuck in the afternoon, we wouldn't have to worry about him coming home early and catching us doing it."

"There's small chance I'll ever divorce your father," Terri told him, working a thick lather around his balls. "One of the few things I appreciate about your father is that he provides us with a very good income which enables us to live quite comfortably and allows you to stay home with your mother and fuck her everyday, instead of having to get a job. All things considered, we have a good thing going here, and I don't even mind too much that your father has a hot thing going with that secretary of his."

"Yeah, Dad sure can pick 'em," said Mark. "That young cunt of a secretary is sure something. But that hot looking piece of ass has a husband who's built like a Mack truck and if he ever finds out his sexy young wife is being screwed at the office every day by her boss, Dad is going to come home someday with his head shoved up his ass."

"That's his problem, not ours," said Terri. "What we have to be concerned about is that he never finds out his horny son is screwing his mother whenever he's alone with her. And pray that he never finds out you're putting your thing up your mother's rear end. That would really drive him up the wall. He thinks anal sex is perverted, depraved and sick."

Mark grinned at her. "Maybe it is, but it sure feels good." Pressing up against her and holding her firmly by her hips, he added, "I know something else that's perverted, depraved and sick."

"You do? Whatever could that be?" asked Terri, going along with him.

"Fucking my mother standing up, in the shower!"

With a little laugh, Terri replied, "You can't do that as easy as you could two years ago, when we were the same height. You're getting too tall. Doesn't it bother you when you have to keep your knees bent like that?"

"This is what bothers me, Mom," he said, rubbing the head of his tool along the lips of her pussy. "It bothers me so much that I can't stay away from it."

Then his prick went up into her and Terri let out a little squeal of delight. Her arms entwined about his neck as he went up in deeper and while she made little mewling sounds of pleasure, his hands reached around behind her and took a firm hold on her ass. When he was in right to his balls, Terri was up on her tip-toes and even then it appeared that he might lift her up from the floor. Her son had a strong prick, strong enough that she could be impaled on it. Her open mouth pressed onto his in a lewd and erotic kiss. Her tongue shot in past his lips. When his tongue came out to meet it, she sucked on it, like her pussy was sucking on his solid length of cock, as if she was trying to pull him into her from both ends. Because her son was pushing against her and had her braced against the wall, and because he had a firm hold on both globes of her butt, Terri was able to lift one leg and wrap it around him. That was followed by the other one and she locked her ankles behind his back. Supporting some of her weight with her arms about his neck, she hung on her son's frame like a monkey climbing a palm tree. Mark moved one hand on her butt just enough that he could get a finger all the way up her ass. Now he had his mother almost crazy with lust and passion. Her ass churned around in his strong grip, moving up and down on his cock. She kissed his face, neck and shoulders, panted and gasped, and babbled incoherently. She was sailing through an orgasm, one that tickled her in all her intimate parts. It was intense, like it always was when she did it with her son in this position. It didn't stop here. Moments later he brought her through a second time, then after that, just as she was getting off a third time, he shot off his load. Terri squealed, shrieked and even laughed, which always convinced Mark that his mother loved it when he fucked her standing up.

"You want me to put you down?" he panted sometime later.

"No!" Terri replied, still breathless. "Do it to me again. Oh God, you're fabulous! Wouldn't I love to see the look on your father's face, if he could see us like this."

"If Dad were to stick his head in this shower stall right now and see what we're doing, I'd go right down the drainhole," said Mark.

Terri laughed. "Shut up and fuck your mother. Oh God, you're splitting me in two, but I love it!"

He did it to her a second time and when he was finally finished with her, Terri was ready to let her feet back onto the floor of the shower stall. They were both so hot and steamy, and smelling of sex, they had to turn on the water and shower a second time.

A short while later they were back in the bedroom, drying each other off. When they tossed the towels aside, Terri sat on the side of the bed and smiled up at her son.

"You're awfully good to your mother, you know that?" she said. "You're a hot and horny young stud who's cock never stays soft. And you're all mine. You're mother's wonderful young man and she not only loves you with a passion, she also loves your wonderful hard cock!"

She sat with her legs apart, her tits thrust forward with the stiffened nipples like two big wondrous eyes staring at him. He grinned back at her and moved between her legs, saying, "It's easy to be a stud when a guy has a hot and sexy, gorgeous-looking mother like you to inspire him."

She reached out and wrapped the fingers of one hand around his stiffly erect cock and started a slow jerking-off motion. Then she stopped, leaned forward and gave it a loving kiss, right on the bulbous-shaped head. The other hand came up and cupped his balls, while her mouth slipped over the head and she began teasing it with her tongue and sucking it. Mark's breath caught in his throat as he realized his mother wasn't just fooling around. She was going to suck his cock in earnest, which meant that he was going to get one of her all out, no-holds-barred, fabulous blow jobs. He knew what that was like from past experience and as far as he was concerned, it was ten times better than anything he'd ever had from anyone else. Several girls at college had sucked his cock and two of the women teachers there sucked him off quite frequently. And right here in his neighborhood, several married women, two of them his mother's very close friends, had sucked his cock. But his mother could put them all to shame. Whenever she blew him, which was pretty often, he knew beyond any doubt that he'd been worked over by the very best. For her part, Terri was as thrilled with her son's cock as he was with what she was doing with it. It always delighted her that no matter if her son had fucked her five times or more and had her cunt swimming in his juices, when she then sucked him off, his gushing charge would hit the back of her throat like it was jet propelled. Mark managed to hold off for all of five minutes, which was as long as he could keep from succumbing to the delicious sensations his mother was causing to dance around in his groin.

"Watch it, Mom!" he groaned. "You're going to get a mouthful!"

A mouthful was just what his mother was working so hard for, and she got it. As she expected, a spurting torrent flooded her mouth and she had to swallow frantically to keep from choking on it. She managed that quite nicely and while her son looked like he might keel over at any moment, her darting tongue expertly cleaned up his sagging cock.

She reached out her arms to him and said, "Maybe you'd better sit down, before you fall down!"

To which he replied, "I'll kneel down instead. I'm going to do you now!"

With that he went down on his knees between her legs, much to his mother's delight. He kissed her belly, then moved his lips down. He kissed all around her cunt, running his lips through her pussy hair, then along one leg and up the other. His mother fell back onto the bed, spreading her legs wide and exposing her cunt fully to her son. Her hands reached out, grabbed hold of his hair that was as blonde as hers, and pulled him tightly to her pussy. Groaning with pleasure she brought her legs up over his shoulders and trapped him there.

"Oh darling," she cooed. "I love it when you eat me."

She had good reason to love it. He had gone this route with her countless times before, proving to her time and time again how good he was at devouring her cunt. He thrust his nose into it and that thrilled her, because she knew he was inhaling her feminine scent. What woman isn't thrilled to know that her man loves the smell of her cunt? Terri knew that her son was delighted with hers. When he had his fill of her heady scent, he went back to licking and kissing her legs. His mother spread her legs farther still and with the hair drawn aside, he could look in past her separated cunt-lips. It was a tantalizing sight for any young man to see. Then there was no more fooling around. He got right down to the business of kissing, licking and sucking his mother's cunt and before long, he had her popping off every few minutes. When he had her so that she was no longer sure whether she was here in her bedroom or up on a cloud somewhere, he got to his feet and leaned over her. Supporting his weight on his arms on either side of her, the head of his cock came to her moist opening, touched it, and then began burrowing its way in. His mother took it with a sigh of delight, brought her legs up over his back again, a motion that brought her clear off the bed and up to his belly. Their mouths came together in a feverish kiss, while he was feeling her jiggling tits with both hands.

In this awkward position her son was in, she found that she had to do most of the work, which she was only too happy to do. She did it fantastically well. Mark shot off his load at the same moment she sailed into her climax, and he fell sideways onto the bed. She clung to him, like she never wanted him to get away from her. Her leg was locked about him so that his cock would stay in her, until it had been drained of every last drop of his juices.

"Oh Mark," she cooed softly sometime later, as she lay snuggled in his arms. "If other mothers knew how happy I am right now and how good I feel, they'd all be getting into bed with their sons!"

"You think maybe they aren't?" Mark chuckled.

Surprised, she looked at him. "You're putting me on."

"Do you think you're the only mother who ever thought of letting her son screw her?"

"Well... "

"This is a new age we're living in, Mom. Everybody is screwing everybody else these days."

"What makes you think that?" Terri asked.

"Back at college the dean gets all the pussy he wants," said Mark. "The girls are fucking the male teachers and the guys are fucking the women teachers. Even the janitor has a cot set up behind the furnace, so he can screw whatever hot pussy that finds its way there for a quickie between classes. One girl told me that back home her mother caught her in bed with her father and she was so jealous and made life so unpleasant, she was glad to get back to college. Another girl told me that she and her brother fucked each other for a whole year, before she had to leave for college."

"My God!" Terri gasped.

"So what we're doing isn't so far out as you might have thought," said Mark. "It's the most natural thing in the world for a boy to fuck his mother, if she wants him to."

"That might be the way it is at college," Terri conceded. "But I'm sure that's not the way it is here in Stephenville."

"That's what you think," said Mark, grinning at her.

"You know somebody around here who's screwing his mother?" Terri challenged.

"Sure. Luke Wren. He's been screwing his mother even longer than I've been making it with you."

His mother looked shocked. "I can't believe that of Claire. She'd never allow her son to take liberties like that."

Mark laughed. "Well, that's good. If she's got you and everyone else fooled with that innocent, respectable look of hers, there's a good chance you've got everyone fooled, too. You look just as respectable and goody-goody as she does. Who would ever suspect that your son is humping you, even getting his prick up your rear end, when Dad isn't around?"

"How come you know about Luke and his mother?" Terri asked.

"Well, Luke and I are good buddies," said Mark. "And I went over to see him one afternoon. I went up to the front door and pushed the bell button but I guess it wasn't working. I could hear sounds in there, but I didn't hear the doorbell. Well, instead of knocking, I looked in the front window."

"Shame on you!" said Terri.

"Yeah, I don't know what made me do that," Mark agreed. "But what I saw really made me flip."

"What did you see?" asked Terri eagerly.

Mark laughed. "See? It's terrible for me to peek in a window, but it's all right for you to be curious about what I saw."

"Oh stop teasing me and tell me what you saw," said Terri impatiently.

"I saw Luke and his mother," said Mark. "And they were both naked. I couldn't believe it. They were on that thick white rug they have in front of their couch in the living room. Luke was on his back and his mother was above him, in the sixty-nine position. I couldn't see Luke's face at that point, because he had it buried in his mother's crotch. His arms were around her bare ass, pulling her down onto him. And Mrs. Wren must have liked it, because she was wriggling her ass around like crazy. But she was busy too. She was sprawled out on top of him, those big tits of hers flattened against Luke's chest, and she had his cock in her mouth. Boy, she was sucking on it like you wouldn't believe."

"My God!" Terri gasped. "Claire, of all people. I never would have guessed it."

"It got better and better," said Mark. "I guess they brought each other off, because they were wriggling, twisting and sliding all over that rug. Then they finally broke apart and lay there panting and gasping."

"You'd think Claire would be smart enough to draw the shades, if she's going to carry on like that," said Terri. "My God, if word of that ever got around, she'd be disgraced."

"Yeah," Mark agreed. "This town isn't ready for the news that a mother sucks her son's cock, and that a guy eats his mother's pussy. I'm sure glad you're careful about drawing the shades, when we're fooling around downstairs."

"Or even up here," said Terri "I was getting dressed the other day and I saw this man looking right in the window at me. He was doing something on the roof of the house next door."

"Well watch out!" said Mark. "I don't want men looking at my mother when she's naked."

Terri laughed. "Come on, tell me more about Claire and her son."

"Well, for a long time they lay on that rug, cuddled up in each other's arms, kissing and fondling each other like she was Luke's girlfriend, instead of his mother. Mrs. Wren was playing with his cock and pretty soon it stiffened right up. Then Luke climbed on top of her and fucked her!"

"And you watched?"

"I watched the whole thing," Mark admitted. "They fucked three times that afternoon, first him on top, then her on top of him. Then he did it to her doggy fashion. Finally I thought it best to leave. I didn't think they'd be at it much longer, because by then it was almost time for Mr. Wren to pull into the driveway. I didn't want him catching me on the front porch, staring into the living room window."

"A wise decision," Terri agreed.

"Well, seeing that made a big change in my life," Mark told his mother. "That's how I was able to make it with you. I had the hots for you real bad, Mom, but I didn't have the guts to try anything. Then after I found out Luke was screwing his mother, I had the nerve to let you know what I was thinking about."

Terri laughed. "I remember how you started sending out signals, grabbing a feel of your mother's tits, patting me on the ass. I couldn't believe it at first. Then I began to realize you wanted to go to bed with me."

"Were you shocked, Mom?"

"I was shocked at myself," said Terri. "I was feeling hot and horny for my own son. Then when it became clear that you felt the same way about me, I began asking myself what would be so wrong with us going to bed together, as long as your father never found out about it."

"So don't you think other mothers are thinking the same things about their sons?" asked Mark.

"I suppose you're right. It doesn't seem logical that we're the only one's doing it."

"Us and the Wrens," said Mark.

Terri laughed. "Right!"

Mark grinned at her. "This little town of Stephenville might look like a quiet place on the outside, but inside the houses, while the men are at work, it might be a pretty swinging place."

Terri looked at her son and laughed. "It's a swinging place here in the Baker residence right now, while your father is out of town."

It was almost midnight when Luke Wren felt a hand on his cock. Then the fingers gently fondled and caressed it, which caused it to spring swiftly erect. There was nothing like the feel of a loving hand on his prick to wake him up, he thought as he roused himself from sleep and smiled at his mother lying naked beside him.

Only that afternoon he had arrived home from college. His school year was over and college was out for the summer. He hadn't seen his mother since six weeks ago, when she flew up to his college town to visit him. They got a room in a motel, where they fucked each other silly throughout the entire weekend. He had looked forward to being home with her ever since she got on the plane for her trip back. He promised himself that as soon as he got home he would strip his mother's clothes off, get her onto the bed and screw her so many times, both he and his mother would be completely fucked out.

That was just about the way it happened. Their sex session began almost as soon as he dropped his bags on the floor in the hallway and closed the front door. His mother threw herself into his arms and while they kissed, he had one hand on her ass and the other up under her dress, feeling her cunt. Luck was really with him that day. His sister was away at camp, his father had left on a business trip that would keep him out of town for over six weeks, and he had his mother all to himself.

As soon as they were naked on the bed, he didn't try anything fancy. He didn't eat her pussy for an hour, like he usually did before he fucked her. And she didn't suck his cock, just gave it a warm loving kiss. Then she lay back with her legs wide apart so he could mount her. It hadn't taken long, because he wanted to fuck her so bad he was trigger-happy. He shot off his load as soon as his prick was in her, but his mother was right there with him, thrashing about beneath him and crying out with the joyful sensations of her climax.

He couldn't believe she had gotten off that quickly and for some silly reason, he got the idea she was faking it, so as not to make him feel bad about not having brought her off. So he used his finger on her afterward and kept kissing her and sucking on her delectable tits, until he was convinced that her writhing and pitching in his embrace meant she was really getting off. She couldn't get over his consideration. His father, she told him, only worried about his own fun. He didn't seem to care whether she got hers or not. It was her son's consideration, which he showed in so many ways, that caused her to want him to screw her in the first place, a little over two years ago. That was when she conveniently ignored the fact that she was his mother and used her womanly charms to lure him into bed with her, one night when his sister and his father weren't home. That first time left her absolutely amazed. She couldn't believe anyone could make her feel that good. Her son had fucked her far better than his father, or anyone else, ever had. And from that day on, regardless of the fact that she was his mother and he was her son, she considered herself his woman and he was her man. During that first year while he was a senior in high school, they fucked like two lovers on their honeymoon, whenever they were alone together. After his arrival home earlier that day, after their first fuck and after he'd fingered her to another climax, Luke and his mother lay together for the longest time, she with her legs wrapped about him and her fingers running through his dark hair, while he buried his face in the cleavage of her soft ripe tits. After her hand reached for his cock a little later on, she caressed it with her fingers and made it obvious she wanted him to fuck her again. The second time, to make it last longer, she had laid with her ass on a pillow at the edge of the bed. She had her legs high and her feet resting on her son's shoulders, and he moved up between her thighs and pushed his prick into her, as he leaned over her. Being an awkward position for him, it had taken longer than a more normal position would have, but that pleased his mother all the more.

Claire Wren was as thrilled with her son's cock as he was with her hot pussy. Between kisses she whispered words of love and affection and didn't hesitate in telling him how much she loved having his cock in her, how she loved its enormous length, it's bigness, and enjoyed the feeling of it sliding back and forth in her. She even liked the way his big hairy balls touched and tickled her ass, when he had his prick in her as far as it would go. And she liked being crushed, her legs up over his shoulders, as they climaxed together and ended up rolling all over the bed in a heated frenzy.

They had to rest after that one and he had fallen asleep with his arms around her ass and his face pushed in between her warm soft tits. Claire, with her legs about her son and her hands holding his head tightly to her boobs, dropped off to sleep, too.

But they weren't asleep now. Claire awakened and while she lay comfortably beside her son, she began playing with his cock. Soon she felt it stiffen and then she discovered his eyes were open and he was smiling at her.

"I didn't mean to waken you, darling," she said in a soft sensuous voice. "It's just that I find it very difficult to keep my hands off your cock, after you've been so good to me and used it so beautifully. You go back to sleep now, dear. You must be exhausted, after all the naughty things you've been doing to your mother."

Luke grinned at her as his cock stiffened in her hand. "It's too late now, Mom. You think I can go back to sleep now, with this boner?"

Playfully she ran her hand through his hair that was as dark as hers, and kissed him. "You aren't going to be mean to your mother and make her take care of this erection all over again, are you?" she teased.

"You're the reason it gets hard all the time, so you're the one who should soothe and comfort it," Luke said firmly.

She pressed her big soft tits up against his chest. Their mouths came together and she wriggled her warm pussy up against his now solid cock. She raised one leg and brought it up over him and when she did that, the head of his prick touched her open cunt and began pushing its way up into her. She wriggled and squirmed against him until she had his entire shaft up in her. Then using lewd and lascivious words to express her feelings, feelings a mother shouldn't have had for her son, she told him again, as she had many times before, how much she loved being fucked by her own adorable son. He began fucking her slow and easy, the way his mother liked it most of the time. At other times she liked it hard and fast, and almost violent. But right now she liked the slow steady pace, moving in harmony with his prick sliding back and forth inside her.

Lying on her side facing him, pressed up tightly against him with his shaft up in her, she covered his face, neck and shoulder with loving kisses. He moved her shoulder back a little so he could get his hand onto one of her beautiful tits. He began rubbing it gently, tickling the stiffened nipple with his fingers. Moving his mouth close to it, he pushed her tit up and started licking and kissing it. When he sucked on her nipple, his mother was fit to be tied. If she could have taken his prick in any deeper, she would have. Her hot pussy, with his cock imbedded in it, pushed hard against his groin. She moaned a little and caressed his head with her hands. He rolled her over onto her back, keeping his cock in her to the hilt and moved his mouth so that he could give her other tit equal time and attention. His mother groaned again and brought her legs up around his back. His balls rested in the crack of her ass and he thought for a moment she was trying to take them in too, the way she was wriggling her round shapely ass.

When she pulled his head up, which caused her tit to flop down again, she brought her mouth to his for more moist, tongue-probing kisses. Her legs moved down past his buttocks, rubbing along the backs of his legs, and she was spread out beautifully.

Luke was already in his mother's cunt as deep as he could be and from the ecstatic expression on her lovely face, she was having the time of her life. Her hands reached around him and down, and rubbed his buttocks. She reached down from there, got hold of his balls and played with them. When she let them go she rubbed the insides of his legs, running her fingers right up to the base of his shaft. Her movements pressed her warm tits more firmly against his chest. She brought her hands up and ran them along his body, from his arms down to his hips, and Luke moaned. He loved it when his mother was feeling him all over. He had enjoyed doing the same thing to her, and to other women, and it felt good now, having her do it to him. Then she grabbed his buttocks and made several humping movements with her cunt, which told him she was reaching her peak and was ready for him to drive her over the edge.

But he could tell there was something else she wanted, as she slowly raised her lower body up to him. Realizing what it was, he thrust his hands between her and the mattress, got a good grip on the cheeks of her ass, pulled her tight against him and rolled her over. She was on top of him, her belly on his, her tits lying on his chest, her mouth pressed onto his in another hot searing kiss. Her legs were outside his and she began to move her hips slowly up and down.

She pulled her pussy up until just the head of his cock was left in, then she slowly eased it down. Almost as if she wanted to see how much of his cock she could let free without losing it, she moved her cunt up and down, up and down. It nearly drove Luke out of his mind. Each time the lips of her pussy came up to the rim of the head of his cock, he felt a new thrill. He could sense that his mother was doing everything she could to please him. But at the same time, she was getting a charge out of it, too. Anyway, she pulled her cunt up until it was almost free of his cock, then she did the up and down thing faster and faster. When she felt her son getting close to shooting off his load, she went down all the way, taking his prick up into her right to his balls. Then she started moving her body with full seriousness, bringing herself to a climax at the same time. Luke was working with her and when he flooded her cunt with his hot gushing charge, there was no doubt in his mind that his hot and sexy mother got off at the same time he did. A joyful shriek, making her intense pleasure known, came from her lips. Then she sprawled out on top of him, her full round ass quivering and shaking. Some time later, each one was lying back, stretched out close to the other. Luke had a hand on one of her tits, while his mother was holding on to his cock. Their breathing had returned to normal and both looked quite pleased at what they had just done.

"Oh, I feel so wicked," said his mother with a satisfied grin.

"Why?" asked Luke, smiling back at her.

"Because of what we're doing, of course," she said. "My God, how shocked our friends and neighbors would be if they could see us now. Or worse yet, if they could have seen us a few minutes ago."

Luke laughed. "It's a good thing for us that they can't."

"I shouldn't be doing this, you know. Not with my own son."

Luke chuckled. "I don't think you're too worried about it, are you, Mom? There wouldn't be much point to it, since I've been fucking you for the past two years. That first year, while I was still in high school, was really great. We'd do it every afternoon as soon as I got home from school. We had two whole hours alone together, before Dad got home from the office. And there were those times when Dad was out of town on business and I slept with you while he was gone. When school was out for the summer, then we really got into it. Instead of getting a job, I stayed home with you."

Claire laughed. "I was sure you were going to wear your mother out. You scared me at first, you were so obsessed with sex. As soon as your father was out of the house in the morning, you wanted it, and more often than not we were still going at it when his car pulled into the driveway at six the same evening. Who could blame him for being pissed off at me because supper wasn't even started?"

Luke grinned at her. "Well, you had plenty of time to rest up after I went off to college. But I sure enjoyed it when you flew up a couple of times a month to be with me. I'll never forget those wonderful weekends alone with you in a motel room!"

"Neither will I," said Claire. "We were like two lovers, instead of mother and son."

"So it's a little late to be telling yourself that we shouldn't be doing this," said Luke.

"I know, but I have to keep reminding myself, because it all seems so normal," Claire explained. "It feels like the most natural thing in the world for you and me to be having sex together. And if I start thinking that it is, I might let something slip to your father or someone else, that I don't want known."

Luke laughed and replied, "You're right. That could be a problem. I can just picture you and Dad sitting together in the living room some night, and he tells you something humorous that happened at the office. Then you say, 'A funny thing took place this afternoon, while I was upstairs in my room and my son was fucking me.'"

"Smart ass!" said Claire, pulling his hair playfully.

"So much for thinking we shouldn't be doing what we're doing," said Luke.

"Well nevertheless," Claire replied, "of all the mothers I know, not one of them would dream of doing with their sons, what I just did with you."

Luke raised up on one elbow and grinned at her. "You think you're the only mother in this town who's letting her son fuck her?"

"I'm sure of it."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Why, you only have to look at the mothers I know, to see how highly moral and respectable they are," said Claire. "Not one of them would ever have a sexy thought concerning her son, I'm certain."

"Appearances don't mean a thing, Mom," Luke told her. "There isn't a woman in this town who looks more innocent and respectable than you do. And yet you've been having a grand time, doing all kinds of naughty things with your son. You can't tell what goes on behind closed doors. Anyone passing this house would never dream that you and I are lying here naked, in the same bed."

"You mean it's possible that - ?"

"Well, if a mother and her son are screwing, they aren't going to tell anyone about it. They'll keep it a secret, naturally, just like we're doing. And the mother will look just as innocent and respectable as you do, won't she?"

Claire looked at her son with a mischievous smile. "All right, smarty. Of all the boys around here who are your age and whom you know quite well, which one do you think is screwing his mother?"

Luke thought for a moment. "Well, I remember back when I was in high school, Mark Baker and I were walking home from high school and we were talking about cunt, like guys do. Then he let it slip that he was hot for his mother. He'd seen her coming out of the shower bare-assed naked and the sight of her really turned him on. He thought of letting her know that he wanted to fuck her, but he was afraid she might get all shook up and tell his father. Then he realized he'd told me too much and he tried to make me believe that he'd only been pulling my leg."

Claire sat up in bed and looked thoughtfully at her son. "Well, that doesn't mean anything. Boys have fantasies. They fantasize about having sex with certain girls, even their mothers. It's quite natural for a boy to want to fuck his mother, if she's good-looking and has a nice figure. And Terri Baker is a knockout. A marble statue would get a hard-on if she walked past it. That doesn't mean her son is screwing her."

"Yeah, but the thing is," said Luke, "Mark always hung out with the guys after school. Then a short time after he told me that, he stopped hanging around. As soon as school was out, he headed straight home. And nobody saw him again until the next day at school. He'd go right home and be alone with his mother for two hours or more, before his old man got home from the office."

"Like you did with me," Claire reminded him.

"Yeah."

Claire looked like she was deep in thought for a moment. "Hmmm, that's interesting. Terri is a good friend of mine. She told me in strict confidence one time that Stanley didn't make it all that good for her in bed, for one thing, and he didn't do it as often as she needed it, for another. Women talk about sex, too, you know."

"Yeah, I know," said Luke with a big grin. "You should hear how the girls in high school talk about cocks, whether this guy has a big one, or whether that guy knows how to use it, and which one is doing it to who."

"Well, anyway," said Claire, not letting her son get her off the subject, "Shortly after that, I noticed that Terri no longer looked frustrated. She looked happy, satisfied and content, like she was getting all she needed. Yet, there was never a rumor going around that she was having an affair, that she was getting something on the side. She wasn't meeting a man somewhere, while her husband was at work!"

"She didn't need to," said Luke. "Her son Mark was taking care of her pussy every afternoon when he got home from schools."

"I wonder…."

"Well, what does it add up to? It means that Mark started screwing his mother, about the same time that I began making it with you."

"It's hard to believe," said Claire. "Terri looks like the type who would never dream of doing anything like that. Not with her own son!"

"Didn't you say earlier today, shortly after I got home, that Dad and Stanley Baker went on this business trip together?" asked Luke.

"Yes. Why?"

"That means that Mark Baker and his mother are alone in their house together, just like we are. And right now, this very minute, in the middle of the night, is Mark asleep in his own room, or in bed with his mother?"

Claire laughed. "Like you're here in bed with your mother?"

"Right!"

Claire looked at her son with a lewd smile. "If Terri's son is in bed with her, what do you suppose they are doing right now?"

"Well, they're probably both naked, like we are," said Luke. "And maybe he's got his arms around her like this... and maybe he's getting on top of her... like this!"

Claire giggled as she reached for her son's cock. "And maybe Terri has a hold of her son's dong, like this, and guiding it for him, so he can shove it into her -"

"Like this!" Luke gasped, as his quivering erection went up into his mother's cunt.


All the big publishing houses are not located in New York City. One of the biggest, Findley House, has its offices in a much smaller city, Denton, because its founder and chief stockholder, Paul T. Findley, wanted to be able to get off to the mountains or the seashore, without spending all his time traveling. As the company became more successful, due to the fact that it printed a good many books of a sexual and erotic nature, Findley House soon took over the entire sixth floor of the Palmer Building in downtown Denton. In Paul Findley's spacious and luxurious office, best-selling books were born. Usually a book began as a germ of an idea in the sexually obsessed mind of Findley himself. The privacy he needed to come up with such ideas was assured by his secretary, sexy and attractive Mrs. Walters - Margo, who guarded his door like it was the entrance to Fort Knox. The only way anyone could get past her and into Findley's sanctuary, was by invitation from the great man himself. When the idea for a book sprang from Findley's mind, it was carefully nurtured, or as some of his staff inelegantly put it, kicked around to see what it would do. When the idea was proven sound, which meant that Findley decided to do it, research was begun. Then a writer was selected to put it all together.

Not all ideas came from Findley. Of his stable of writers, one of them, Laura Stevens, was unique. She didn't need to have Findley hand her a project. She had a lot of sexy ideas herself. These she presented to Findley and was always successful in getting him to let her go ahead with them. Her previous four books, all best-sellers, were proof to Findley and everyone else, that her ideas were sound.

Needless to say that whenever Laura called on Paul Findley, his secretary Margo Walters, understood that her employer's invitation, as far as Laura was concerned, was a standing one.

So on this particular summer morning that was already filled with warm sunshine, Luke Wren and his mother were still in bed furiously fucking, after which she would get up and start making breakfast. Two blocks over, at the Baker residence, Terri Baker was having difficulty preparing breakfast for her and her son. She was naked and young Mark was playfully chasing his mother around the kitchen, grabbing her tits and feeling her cunt. While that was going on, four hundred miles from there in the city of Denton, Paul Findley, looking fit and handsome for a man of his years, smoothed back his grey hair and pulled in his paunch, as his secretary ushered in a very attractive young woman and said, "Mrs. Stevens, sir."

"Won't you sit down, Mrs. Stevens? The couch here is the most comfortable," said Findley, smiling like a man who was contemplating getting into her panties.

The young woman seated herself on the couch and when the secretary departed, closing the door behind her, she smiled up at him and said, "Really, Paul, must you be so formal? I know it's for your secretary's benefit, but she's nobody's fool. If she was, you wouldn't have her working for you, even if she is a good lay. I'm sure she realizes that I know as well as she does, how comfortable this couch is. You've had me sprawled out on it often enough, with my panties on the floor and my dress up around my neck. And her too, I'm sure."

Findley grinned at her and seated himself beside her. His arms went around her and he kissed her fully on the mouth. The young woman's arms entwined about his neck and when one of Findley's hands moved up between her legs, she opened them wide. The gesture wasn't ladylike, but one that Findley appreciated.

"You don't have any panties on, Laura," he said in a near whisper.

"Panties only get in the way when I come to see you to discuss business," Laura replied.

"Your panties never get in my way," said Findley. "How do you find married life?"

"I'm not sure I ever did find it, thanks to you," said Laura with a mischievous smile. "I'm married to one of your valued photographers, whom you keep sending out on assignments that keeps him away for weeks, even months at a time, so that I'm alone in bed every night. But I'm never alone in bed, am I, you horny old devil? When I am alone in bed, you crawl into it with me, which is why you keep sending my husband off to Madagascar or some such place. In the three years I've been married, you've fucked me more than my husband has - a lot more!"

Findley grinned at her. "How can you say that? I haven't seen you in a whole month. Where in the hell have you been?"

"I told you, when I phoned."

"You told me you had a good idea for another book, that when you had it finished it would be another fabulous best-seller and make even more money than the previous one did. Does that have something to do with why you haven't been home, and I haven't seen you for a whole month?"

"Exactly," said Laura. "I've been looking into things, and I've come up with some great facts."

"Your last book had some pretty good facts," said Findley, looking quite pleased. "It's a good thing you were able to prove everything you said, with all those women's groups raising so much hell. I can't blame them though, the way you exposed their secrets. After everyone read the book, they had the feeling that every wife is getting laid when her husband isn't home."

"Well, why shouldn't they be getting laid?" asked Laura. "They're only doing the same thing their husbands are doing. Their husbands don't pass up any pussy that comes their way. Why shouldn't a wife enjoy a stiff cock whenever she gets the chance?"

"It's supposed to be her husband's stiff cock she's enjoying," said Findley.

"That's just the trouble," Laura replied. "Quite often her husband's cock isn't stiff, when she wants it. And after they've been married for some years, it's hardly ever stiff. It gets hard quick enough for some other man's wife, but not for her!"

"I know. I read your book. There aren't many wives who are being faithful to their husbands, are there?"

"And there aren't any husbands who are being faithful to their wives," Laura told him. "That's what equal rights for women is all about. A woman has as much right to fuck other guys, as her husband has to fuck other women."

"And it works out great for us," said Findley. "We sold tons of books to men who wanted to find out what their wives are doing while they are at work, and tons more to women who wanted to find out what you told about them."

"This next book will cause an even bigger stir," Laura assured him. "It's another expose."

"On what?"

"Incest."

Findley looked at her intently. "You're kidding."

"Why would I be kidding?"

"Well hell, what's so fabulous about that? Incest isn't a shocker anymore," said Findley. "Everyone knows there's some of that going on, and has been all along."

"I didn't say it was something people just started doing," Laura informed him. "That's what the book will be about, letting people know there's a lot of it going on, and that it's been going on for ages. Not everybody realizes that. How did you find out it's been going on for a long time?"

Findley grinned. "Well, as a matter of fact, my first piece of ass was with one of my sisters. We fucked every chance we got, until one day my other sisters caught us doing it and they wanted in on it too. So from then on I was fucking all four of them and I was sure kept busy. As we got older we all got married, but that didn't stop the girls from letting their brother throw a fuck into them, whenever their husbands and my wife weren't around. And I'm fifty-eight, so you know how far back that goes!"

"And you think that wouldn't make a terrific book?" Laura gasped.

Findley shrugged. "Well, maybe it would!"

"Damned right it would," said Laura. "What if our research proves that one out of every five women got her first piece of ass at home with her brother?"

"Yeah. That would do it!"

"But brother and sister sex is only a part of it. What I plan to do is a series of books, sex between brother and sister, niece and uncle, nephew and aunt, and between teenage girls and their fathers. But the first book I want to do in the series, is about young men having sex with their mothers. You wouldn't believe how much of that is going on."

"You think so?"

"I know so," said Laura with enthusiasm, "and I've found a place, a small town, where mothers are really into it with their sons."

Findley looked interested. "Go on."

"The town is Stephenville," said Laura, "and the women there seem like the most pure-minded, upright, righteous, high- principled, decent and moral people you could ever imagine. Like they never had an impure thought in their minds. You'd think there wasn't any extramarital sex going on at all, because these women, those between the ages of thirty-five and forty-five I mean, don't fool around with other men. A woman there doesn't have some guy sneaking into her house and giving her a little while hubby is at work, like women in other places do."

"Sounds great," said Findley. "But where's the material for a book?"

"I'm coming to that," said Laura, "and believe me, I'm not imagining it. I've seen some things while I was there, enough to know that the facts are there and I can get them."

"You've seen what things?" asked Findley.

"I've seen boys in that town, at least half of those in their senior year of high school, go straight home as soon as school is out in the afternoon," said Laura. "Each of those young men is fucking his mother for a good two hours, until she has to get up and get supper started, before her husband gets home from work. Those boys are fucking their mothers more than their fathers are. And now that school is out for the summer, each boy and his mother must be fucking like crazy, from the time the kid's father goes to work, until he gets back home at night. Is it any wonder that not one of these women is sneaking off with some guy to get laid? Why should she? She's getting all the cock she wants, right in her own home. And who would ever suspect that she has a hot thing going with her own son?"

"How'd you get on to this?" asked Findley.

"I was staying in a motel one night," said Laura, "and I met this traveling salesman in the bar. We went back to my room and he spent the night with me. We fucked and talked, then talked and fucked. The one thing we didn't do that night was sleep. And during one of the times when we were talking, instead of fucking, this salesman said something that really got me to thinking. A salesman always finds plenty of cunt when he's on the road, and so did this one. But not in Stephenville. In that town he couldn't find a piece of ass to save his soul. In other places he could always search out some bored and lonely housewife who was hot and ready to screw, but not there. All the good-looking women in Stephenville seemed to be well taken care of, were so satisfied they weren't about to make it with a stranger passing through town."

"Well, I'll be damned!" said Findley.

"You think that wouldn't make a good subject for a book?" asked Laura.

"Maybe," said Findley, "Depends on what else you've got."

"There's more," said Laura. "The next morning after the salesman left, I stayed on in that motel for another night, because the one thing I didn't get when that salesman was in bed with me, was sleep."

"Was that in Stephenville?" asked Findley.

"No. The motel I was staying in was in a college town, about three hundred miles from Stephenville," said Laura. "I slept until noon and when I was walking past the desk on my way to the restaurant they have there, an attractive dark-haired woman in her middle or late thirties, was checking in. I heard her tell the desk clerk she was from Stephenville. That rang a bell with me, because of what the salesman had told me about the women in that small town."

"So what happened?" asked Findley.

"Well after she checked in, she came into the restaurant and I made it a point to get acquainted with her. We had lunch together," Laura told him. "She said she was Mrs. Hugo Wren and she asked me to call her Claire. Her husband owns a business in Stephenville that keeps him on the road a good deal of the time. Her twenty-year old son Luke was attending college in town. Claire had flown up from Stephenville to spend the weekend with him."

"Then what?" said Findley.

"We sat there talking until it was around three o'clock," said Laura. "As discreetly as possible I was learning all I could about her, her husband, her son, and about others in Stephenville. It was Friday and when it was about time for classes to be out, Claire got into her car, a rental she'd got at the airport after she got off the plane, and went to pick up her son."

"Go on," said Findley, "Maybe this story will get interesting. It hasn't, so far."

"I'm coming to the good part," Laura assured him. "And stop being such a grouch, or I'll make you take your hand away from my pussy."

Findley laughed. "You're so hot and wet between your legs, you won't make me do that."

"It's not your hand that's turning me on," Laura assured him. "I'm remembering what I saw that day. That would make any woman hot!"

"Well tell me what you saw, for God's sake," Findley replied.

"Claire picked up her son at college and brought him back to the motel," said Laura. "I saw them get out of the car and go into her room together. That was around four o'clock. They didn't come out until after eight that night. They had supper in the restaurant, and it was dark outside when they finally got up and went back to the room."

Findley sighed. "Are we getting to the good part now?"

"Damned right we are," said Laura. "I went around to the back of the motel, hoping I could look in their window. Luck was with me, because they hadn't closed the drapes on the back window. I suppose they knew there wasn't anything back there but trees, or maybe it was because they were so interested in each other when they came in, they didn't think of it."

"Go on," Findley urged.

"The first thing I saw were two double beds," said Laura, "and that was very interesting. It gave me some idea what the boy and his mother had been doing together, when they were alone in there for four hours, before they came out for supper. Only one bed was messed up, the bedspread and cover pulled back, I mean. The other bed was still neatly made up and Claire's open suitcase was sitting on it."

"That doesn't mean anything," said Findley. "Maybe Momma took a nap, while the boy spent his time reading or watching TV"

Laura gave him a contemptuous look and laughed. "I didn't waste any time getting around to the back of that motel," she told him. "I started back there while they were still in the restaurant, paying for their meal. I was watching through the window when they came through the door. The boy, Luke, closed and locked it. The window facing onto the parking lot had the drapes drawn across it, but luckily for me they didn't even glance at the rear window, the one I was looking through, or they might have thought to close those drapes too. But they had other things on their minds. Luke had an obvious hardon. The front of his slacks was sticking out like a tent. His mother looked at it and smiled. I couldn't hear what she said to him, but she put her hand on her son's bulge and caressed it. Then they were in each other's arms, hugging and kissing, and Claire rubbing her cunt all over her son's bulge."

"Wow!" said Findley, now convinced that Laura was on to something.

"When they broke apart, Luke unzipped the back of his mother's dress and took it off for her," said Laura. "She kicked off her shoes and while she stood there in just her bra and panties, her son stripped off his clothes. You wouldn't believe the cock that kid had on him, Paul. I thought you had a big one, but this kid's hammer would put yours to shame!"

"That's no way to talk to your boss," said Findley. "Get on with your story. What happened?"

"Claire was as thrilled with the sight of her son's cock as I was," said Laura, "even though she'd seen it before and I hadn't. She'd probably seen a lot of it during those four hours they'd been in that room alone together. More than just seen it. She likely had it up between her legs too. Maybe in her mouth as well."

"Stop speculating," said Findley. "Tell me what you saw."

"Well what I saw was Claire grab hold of her son's pecker and play with it. I thought she was going to jerk him off. It was sticking straight up like a bar of steel. God, what a beautiful sight! Then her son pulled her into his arms and laid a hot passionate kiss on her. When they finally came up for air, he took off her bra and kissed both her tits. Then he pulled down her panties and kissed her right on her cunt."

"Affectionate sort of a kid, wasn't he?" said Findley.

"They stood there with their arms about each other, then the kid's hands moved down until he had a hold of his mother by the ass and he pulled her tight against him. Claire wriggled her hips and rubbed her cunt all over her son's stiffly erect cock. It was something to see, believe me."

"Then what?" Findley asked anxiously.

"I didn't have long to wait, for the action to begin," said Laura. "Claire got onto the bed, lay on her back and spread her legs wide apart. Her son got onto the bed and crawled up between her thighs, and I could see his enormous cock aimed right at her crotch. He didn't have any trouble finding the right place to go in, probably because he'd been in there so many times before. He worked his cock right up into her, all the way to his big hairy balls. I'm ashamed to say this, but I had to come and soaked the crotch of my panties, just watching them. Here was a twenty-year old kid, fucking his mother!"

"My God!" Findley breathed.

"And I mean he was really fucking her," Laura said excitedly. "His mother brought her legs up and locked them around him. With her arms entwined about his neck, she pulled him down to her and kissed his face all over. Luke was pounding it to her like it was the greatest thing that ever happened to him, while his mother wriggled around beneath him like she was going crazy. You should have seen the ecstatic look on her face, like she'd never had it this good with anyone else."

"It' a great story," said Findley. "It's a shame you can't prove it."

"You think I can't?" said Laura, grinning at him. "I had my camera slung over my shoulder, because I never go anywhere without it. And it was loaded with special film, so I can take pictures at night without a flash. I started clicking away, and Luke and his mother never knew a thing about it."

Findley looked delighted.

"I've got pictures of Luke on top of his mother," Laura told him. "Then of her on top of him, moving her ass up and down on her son's cock. Then of them doing it doggy fashion. And two positions in which they're lying on their sides, one with them facing each other, and one with him pressed up close behind her. God, that kid and his mother knew more ways in which to fuck!"

"Splendid!" Findley said, beaming. "Are they clear shots?"

Laura looked like she'd been insulted. "Clear as crystal," she said indignantly. "Every shot I take is clear and sharp. You know that."

"Okay, okay. Don't get huffy. I wasn't casting any aspersions on your photographic expertise," Findley assured her.

"Your apology is accepted," said Laura. "But wait'll you see the pictures I took after that. You wouldn't believe what they did, before they finally settled down to sleep, about three in the morning."

"Well, tell me!" said Findley impatiently.

"Claire got onto her knees by the side of the bed, with her head and shoulders resting on the mattress and her ass sticking out at her son. He took a moment to smear a lubricant all over his cock, and then dabbed a little into the crack of his mother's ass. Then he got onto his knees behind her, positioned his cock, took a firm grip on her hips - and went up her ass! I couldn't believe how much his mother was getting off on it. Even I got off, just watching them, watching this kid fucking his mother in the ass!"

"And you got pictures of that?" said Findley breathlessly.

"I've got a picture of every inch he went up her ass," said Laura. "And pictures of every ecstatic expression on his mother's face."

"And pictures of everything else they did?"

"I've got pictures coming out my ears," said Laura. "Thirty- six shots to a roll, and six rolls. A roll of film for every position in which that kid fucked his mother."

"Where are they?"

"Locked up in a very safe place. Don't worry about me leaving stuff like that lying around."

"Okay, I'm convinced," said Findley. "I want you to run with this. What will you need to get into it?"

Laura smiled. She knew she would talk Findley into it. "I need a generous expense account," she said. "And I need an advance, to cover the time I'm on research and then writing the book. Just like last time."

"Okay. You've got it," said Findley. "But I don't want idle speculation. I want proof of everything you claim in your book, to protect us from the lawsuits that are going to come at us."

"You'll get it," Laura promised him. "Wait'll you see those pictures. You won't worry about anything after you've seen them. That kid put on a superb performance."

Findley chuckled. "He reminds me of myself, when I was his age."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"One night my old man was out to his lodge meeting. My four sisters were at summer camp and my mother went to bed early. I don't know how in hell I ever got up the nerve, but I tip-toed into her bedroom, bare-assed naked, and got into bed with her. She was sound asleep. I lifted up her nightie, crawled up between her legs and started pushing my hard cock into her pussy. Mom must have figured in her sleep that the old man had come home and was trying to get a little. She moved around, wriggled this way and that, and I went right up in there. She didn't wake up until I had it in as far as I could go."

"Good heavens!" said Laura. "What did she do?"

"What could she do? I was in her too deep for her to uncunt me. And I had a firm hold on the cheeks of her ass. Besides, it was already too late. I was in her. And I suppose Mom realized it was feeling pretty good. So the only thing she could do then, or wanted to do, was make the most of it. Her legs came up and she wrapped them around me. She put her arms about my neck and pulled me down so that my chest was almost flattening those luscious boobs of hers. She got her mouth onto mine and laid a kiss on me like I'd never had before. Her tongue went up into my mouth and did a little dance in there."

"No wonder you're a dirty old man," said Laura with a laugh. "You started out as a dirty young man. You enjoyed screwing your mother, didn't you?"

"Did I! That was the greatest thing that ever happened to me," Findley told her. "I thought I'd been having a good time screwing my sisters, but fucking my mother that night was sensational. Damn, we fucked for over two hours, until we heard the old man's car pulling into the driveway. Then Mom leaped out of bed, grabbed up her nightie and beat it into the bathroom. She had to wash up, I suppose. God knows her cunt was full. I'd shot off my load four times and had my come all over her pussy, her legs and her belly. I was back in my own room before the old man came in the front door."

"Was that the only time you were naughty with your mother?" Laura asked.

Findley gave her a big grin. "She let me think it was going to be, for almost a week. Maybe she figured if she really worked me over that night, I'd get her out of my system and behave myself after. But it didn't work out that way. I wanted her more than ever, and the funny thing is, she wanted more of me too."

"That's not surprising," said Laura.

"She had a way of letting me know when she was in the mood for it, by the way she'd smile at me, and by being loving and affectionate. Just like my sisters did."

"God, what a time you had around home," said Laura. "Five hot females after your cock."

"Somehow I managed to keep them happy," said Findley with a far off look in his eyes. "But you know, my sisters never did find out I was fucking Mom. And my mother never realized I was screwing my sisters."

Laura laughed. "I guess that was good training, for your later business deals. You keep everybody happy, without one knowing about the other. And you always get what you want."

He pulled her back into his arms. "And there's something I want right now!"

"Not here," said Laura, taking his hand from between her legs. "It makes me nervous fucking on this couch, with your secretary right outside that door. Let's go to my place."

"You sure? I've been to your house so many times. Won't your neighbors wonder about you having a guy there when your husband isn't home?"

Laura laughed. "Thanks to you, my husband is away so much, my neighbors think you are my husband!"


There was no doubt about it, Jamie Henderson had special privileges. If anyone could have seen what he was doing at that moment, they would have agreed that no other eighteen-year old boy could have gotten away with such a thing like that. But that might not have been quite true. In fact, there may have been quite a few teenage boys doing the same thing. But anyway, he did have special privileges. That was evident when he crawled into bed with his mother, lifted up her nightie and put his hand on her cunt. What's more, his mother didn't even object. You would have expected this very attractive, red-haired young woman (she was only thirty-six) to behave like any other mother would have (well, some of them anyway), that she would have awakened and on seeing that her son was in bed with her and was fingering her pussy, have raised absolute hell. She did awaken, but what she did after that was to turn over on her side facing him, give him a warm loving smile and reach for his fully erect cock, while their mouths came together in a hot passionate kiss. Mrs. Frank (Jennifer) Henderson wasn't at all worried that they would be caught doing what they were doing. Her husband had already left for his business, a book store on the main street of Stephenville, and she and her son had the house all to themselves. She knew her son would never get into bed with her until he had seen his father back his car out of the driveway. Then he would lock the doors, so that it would be safe for him to get into bed with his mother and go after her pussy.

Jennifer moaned softly as she felt her son's finger ease its way into her already moist pussy. Their lips parted and she looked at him with an endearing smile.

"You really take over, don't you, as soon as your father is out of the house," she teased.

"Wouldn't Dad flip if he could see us now?" said Jamie, grinning at her. "He thinks that now that school is out for the summer, I sleep until noon every day."

"That's because he doesn't really know his son very well, has no idea what a bundle of energy you are, an absolute ball of fire, when you're in bed with your mother," said Jennifer. "I should be ashamed to admit this, but I like having my son in bed with me."

"That's nothing to be ashamed of, Mom, since nobody knows about it but you and me," Jamie told her. "Besides, it's all Dad's fault anyway. He shouldn't leave for the store every morning without taking care of you before he leaves. He should know you well enough by now to realize how hot and horny you are during the day, especially in the morning."

"I'm afraid your father couldn't do much about it anyway, even if he did know," said Jennifer. "He's so out of it in the morning, he's doing well just to get dressed, get into his car and make it to the store. Even then he can't function until he's downed a pot of coffee."

"Well, that's okay by me," said Jamie. "It made things just that much easier. That first time I crawled into bed with you, you hardly put up any struggle at all."

Jennifer laughed. "Who are you kidding? I gave you all kinds of hints that Mother wouldn't mind you getting into bed with her. If you hadn't come into my room when you did, I'd have gone into yours and got into bed with you."

She sat up, pulled her nightie up over her head and tossed it aside. "There, that better?" she asked, leaning over him and dragging one of her soft fleshy tits across his face. "You like being in bed with your mother when she's bare naked, don't you, you bad boy."

Jamie laughed and wrapped his arms around her, one hand on her back and the other on her ass, then rolled her onto her back. Looking down at her, he caressed her legs, fondled her pussy and teased it again with his finger. Moisture was oozing from her snatch, telling him she was hot and ready. Both his hands went up over her belly to her tits and he played with them. He kissed her face, her neck, her shoulders, then sucked on both her tits. After he gave them a good going over, he kissed her mouth again. He climbed on top of her and the head of his cock prodded the lips of her pussy. He felt her legs come up over his hips, pulling him tighter against her. He had not even begun to slip his cock into her, yet he was already feeling pleasure just from being on top of her. He was sure his mother felt the same way.

"Come on, darling. Push it into me," she said in a lewd whisper. "I want it. Oh, I want it so very much. I love these mornings when you're in bed with me. I don't know what I'll ever do, when you go off to college this fall."

"No problem, Mom. I'm enrolling at Amhurst, just fifteen miles away and I can live at home, instead of campus. I'll have plenty of time to make love to you after Dad is gone and I have to leave. I'm going to be in bed with you every morning for years to come."

"Oh sweetheart, that's so wonderful to hear," Jennifer said breathlessly. "You don't know how it turns me on to hear you say that. I think I'm going to stay here in bed and be good to you all day long."

She let out a little cry of delight as her son's enormous cock pushed its way into her. In it went, inch by inch, pushing in a ways, then drawing back, then going in deeper. By the time several inches of his shaft was in her, her ass was moving in an erotic motion, harmonizing with the movements his prick was making as it went in deeper and deeper.

"Oh Lord, you're big," she cooed, with a note of satisfaction in her voice. "It makes me feel so deliciously wicked, to have my son's big solid cock in my pussy."

Her words filled him with lust and made his cock quiver in its urgent need. Their lips met again as he moved into her a little at a time. He could feel her pussy hugging his shaft. It was a tight fit and he had to let her get it all, before they really went into action. He didn't mind the time it took. The sensation of going into her a little at a time, was exciting and it felt good. Everything about his lovely red-haired mother felt good.

Finally he had his entire shaft in her. He could feel his balls wedged in the crack of her ass. His mother groaned, then sighed. Then her arms tightened around his neck and she kissed him again.

"Now comes the really good part," she breathed, "when you stop teasing your mother. Fuck me!"

He started moving it in and out, in long slow strokes. Her slippery cuntal juices oozing out of her pussy were doing the job of making it easier and added to the pleasure they were both feeling. His cock began to slide like a smooth piston, in and out, in and out, and with such a tight feeling as his mother's cunt was providing, the feeling for him was out of this world. Her legs moved. Her feet were on the backs of his legs, then up higher. He could tell that she liked what she was getting so much, she couldn't help squirming around beneath him. Her legs were up over his back now, and her body was working with his. And when he shot off his load in a passionate fury and thrust forward as far as he could go, she cried out with joy and took him all the way. He could feel her getting off when he did and her cunt was gripping his cock, like she wanted him to keep pumping the way he was.

He collapsed on top of her and after a while her legs fell off his back, to the bed. They lay there breathing heavily against each other. Thinking that he might be too heavy for her, he made an effort to roll off of her but she stopped him, bringing her arms around his back and holding him.

"Don't you dare," she whispered. "I love the feeling of you on top of me."

"But I'm heavy -"

"Not too heavy. I like it."

"Okay by me. You feel very comfortable."

"I'm built for comfort," she said with a little laugh. "Think back to those times before you started being naughty with your mother, and how you longed to get on top of me. Now you are. Isn't it nice?"

"I can't think of anything nicer."

A short time later, he slipped his hands under his mother's ass, got a firm grip on both her fleshy round globes, then rolled over onto his back, taking her with him. Now he could feel her against him along the full length of their bodies, without worrying that he might crush her. He could feel her warm moist pussy against his cock that was already stiffening up again. He felt her tits against his chest, and his hands were free to explore her sexy ass, to rub between her legs and send thrills through her that made her cunt pulsate against his cock. He knew what his mother liked and how she appreciated him giving it to her. He'd had plenty of opportunity to learn all the little things that drove his mother wild. He knew the positions she liked to be in most, although it seemed she liked any position he wanted to get her into. As long as she had her son's cock inside her, as far as it would go, she was happy. Up to now he'd fucked her every afternoon when he got home from school. But now that school was out for the summer, he began fucking her in the morning too, right after his father left for work. Sometimes they stayed in bed most of the day, fucking. They didn't do that often, though. She had housework to do, and shopping to be done. And the laundry. Jamie helped her with all of that, giving her more time to do naughty things with him. It was nice to be able to fuck her throughout the day, right up until his father came home from work.

He brought his hands up along her sides, caressing her full round tits with his palms. He felt her passion growing, as it was growing with him. He felt her legs spreading wide, causing her pussy to open so that the head of his cock was poking between the lips. Then raising her hips, his mother reached down between them, held his steel-like cock so that it was pointing upward and she lowered her pussy onto it. Just the head went in, as her mouth pressed onto his in a kiss of increasing passion. As they kissed she moved her pussy up and down, never taking more than the head, and it sent thrills all through him that made him want to stay in bed with his mother forever. Then she began slowly taking more of his cock into her each time, and he could feel his load growing. It swelled out the vein and made all the nerve endings more sensitive. His mother was running the show this time and that was fine with him. She never failed to make it good for him - and herself. That slow slide her pussy made down his cock, right to his groin, caused his mother to let out a little cry of delight. She raised herself up slowly, then slid down his cock again. She was sitting on him now. Her cries of pleasure became more intense. The fourth time she did it, he was moaning with her and he had his hands on both her tits, squeezing them gently and running his hands over the stiffened nipples. She gave him a long pleasurable fucking, with her cunt doing most of the work. Their breathing became heavier. She came down on top of him, flattening her tits against his chest. She straightened out her legs so that they were stretched out behind her, alongside his. Then her mouth pressed onto his, her lips hot and demanding, her tongue darting forth in search of his.

She couldn't go slow now. Her ass began gyrating faster and faster. He felt his leg muscles going tight. That ticklish sensation began in his cock and his balls, and he pushed clear off the mattress, taking his mother with him. The way she was writhing on top of him and telling him how good it was, he knew she was right there at the peak of sensation, about to plunge into her orgasm. Half suspended in mid-air as she was, he shot his load into her and both of them humped and jerked as they came off together. Finally he collapsed and she came down with him.

He could have stayed there forever, especially when his mother told him that she could too. With her on top of him, his prick still in her, they rested - and then went at it again.

Two hours later, his mother, nestled in his arms, inhaled deeply and wrinkled her nose. "Good heavens, we both reek of sex. And your come is all over me, my hips, my belly and even my tits."

Jamie laughed. "Sorry, Mom, but pushing my cock back and forth between your tits felt so good, I couldn't help shooting off. My come is all over your neck and chin too."

His mother laughed with him. "You might have warned me. Then I could have put my mouth over your cock before you shot off. It's a shame to waste it."

"Don't worry, Mom. There's plenty more where that came from."

"I can believe that easy enough."

He gave his mother a loving kiss. "I love the way you smell after we've fucked. And I like the smell of your pussy, when it's hot and aroused."

"Your male scent is a turn-on for me, too," she replied. "That's why we go at it again and again, I guess."

His mother was grateful for his attention - not to mention his big hard cock - and she showed it in so many lewd, obscene and loving ways that Jamie didn't show much interest in screwing the teenage girls in his neighborhood.

Not that he passed up any good looking pussy that came his way. He surely didn't. He had something that really turned the girls on, and in this day and age a girl wasn't at all shy about seeking him out and offering it to him. He already had quite a few virgins to his credit. He enjoyed collecting virgins, being the first guy to crawl up between a girl's legs and show her how good it felt to have a solid cock moving up into her untried but eager cunt. He was quite secretive about his conquests and nobody knew a thing about it, except his mother. He told his mother everything, because she loved to hear about the naughty things her son did. After he related all the details of how he had given a girl her first fuck, his mother would be so hot and horny she would climb all over him. She'd grab hold of his steel-like cock and stuff it into her snatch, then go to work on him like she was intent on showing him once again that a teenage girl couldn't love him up half as good as she could. To Jamie, being able to fuck his mother whenever he wanted to, as often as he wanted, was the greatest thing that ever happened to him. His lovely mother was the hottest, wildest and most sensuous piece of ass a guy could ever wish to have. And he fucked her like he could never get enough of her.

She was all his, too. She didn't fool around with other men, even though there were plenty of them around, some of them his father's good buddies, who wanted to get into her panties. But she didn't give them the time of day. She got all the extramarital sex she needed from her own son. They had a good thing going and they were good for each other. Since they fucked in the privacy of their own home, there was little chance they'd ever be caught doing it. The possibility of his father finding out he was screwing his mother, was pretty remote. So he and his mother had little to worry about and they fucked each other silly.

Jennifer gave her son a warm loving kiss, then said, "Come on. Let's go into the bathroom and get cleaned up."

While his mother stopped in the bathroom to put a plastic shower cap on her head and tuck her shoulder length red hair up under it so it wouldn't get wet, Jamie stepped into the shower stall and turned on the warm water. As soon as she got in with him and closed the sliding glass door behind her, she took the soap and started in on him. She lathered his arms, neck and shoulders, then went all over his chest and stomach like she was really enjoying herself. She leaned over and lathered his cock, giving it and his balls very attentive and loving treatment. Jamie sighed because it felt so good. His idea of happiness was his mother showing how much she admired his cock, whether it was by the way she looked at it, or the way she caressed it with her hands, or when she took it in her mouth, her cunt or in her ass. Or if she simply whispered in his ear, as she often did, telling him how much she loved his cock, the look and feel of it, and how much she loved having sex with her strong, virile, handsome looking son.

Lewd and obscene actions such as these, by his own mother, always set him on fire. It resulted in him fucking her like mad and was the kind of loving attention she enjoyed getting from him.

He surely loved what she was doing to him now. She was pushing the foreskin of his cock back as far as it would go, and washing the head with a loving gentle touch. Then she ran her fingers up and down its entire length. Although he had fucked his mother five times since his father had left the house that morning, and she had sucked him off twice, which would have left most young men his age, even in his superb physical condition, exhausted - here he was in the shower with his mother and his cock was standing up and it couldn't have been any harder, if it had been made out of marble. When she finished playing with his cock, she soaped his balls again, lathered his ass, got plenty of suds in the crack and then eased a finger all the way into his ass.

"You'd better let me wash you now, Mom," he gasped. "You're the one who complained of smelling sexy."

With a little chuckle she handed him the bar of soap and he began moving it over her body, which she obviously liked. He worked on her tits like they were precious objects of art that had to be washed and polished over and over again. He worked on them so long and so lovingly that she let her head fall back a little, her eyes closed, then her hand reached for his cock and played with it. He worked his way down, soaping her belly and her back, then concentrated on getting a thick soapy lather all over her cunt. With that done, she turned her back to him and he did the same to her rear end. When he had the cheeks of her ass and the crack between all lathered up, she stood with her legs apart and suddenly bent over. Jamie just as quickly eased first one finger, then two more, up his mother's asshole. She sighed with pleasure and pushed her rear end back against him. He'd been up her back route often enough that she'd learned to relax her anal muscles and she felt no discomfort at having her ass stretched. The very idea of having his fingers up his mother's backside thrilled him so that he shivered with excitement and his hard cock quivered. His mother reached back and pushed his fingers out of her asshole, then seized his cock and guided the head of it to the same place. He had no trouble figuring out what she wanted. He pressed forward, easing his prick into her ass. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he leaned over her, pulled her tightly to him and began assfucking her. His mother let out a cry of delight as her passion soared, and that made him want to give it to her all the more. His hands beneath her seized her dangling tits and he hung onto them, squeezing the nipples gently between his fingers.

"Oh God, Mom," he groaned. "I sure am glad you like being fucked in the ass."

"You're the one who taught your mother to like it, you bad boy," she panted. "Nobody else has been up there. Not even your father!"

One of his hands left her tit and moved lower. He fondled her cunt, then slipped a finger inside, giving his mother pleasure at both openings. That always brought her off in a hurry. Pleased even more by his mother's obvious excitement, he fucked her ass vigorously. He could feel himself building up to a climax. He pounded his cock up his mother's ass and shot off his load, flooding the depths of her ass.

"Oh wow!" his mother panted, trying to catch her breath. "Wouldn't our friends and neighbors have something to talk about if they could see the position we're in right now, and what you just did to your mother."

Slowly he pulled his cock out of his mother's ass and she straightened up, turned around and began washing it for him.

"This poor thing takes such a beating," she cooed as she rubbed a thick lather of soap all over it and rinsed it off. "I honestly can't understand how it stands up to all this punishment."

Jamie grinned at her as he squeezed her tits. "My cock doesn't think of it as punishment."

After she finished cleaning up his cock, Jamie returned the favor and washed the crack of his mother's ass once again. Then they stepped from the shower and dried each other off.

"Shall we dress for lunch, or shall we go informal?" his mother asked with a girlish giggle.

"If you mean naked," said Jamie, grinning at her. "Let's go that way."

That night at the supper table was like any other night at the Henderson household. Frank Henderson sat at the head of the table, his wife Jennifer on his right and his son Jamie on his left. He talked as usual about how things went that day at the book store, the biggest and most prosperous one for miles around. It was remarkable that the small community of Stephenville could support a book store of that size, but people came from miles around to do business there.

Frank was a clever businessman and he devoted a great deal of time to it. And he had connections, various clubs he belonged to, several community projects he was active in. This took up a good deal of his spare time, time which he should have been spending with his wife, he supposed, but it paid off. His business was thriving. He was sure Jennifer understood. Besides, with school out for the summer, she had their son Jamie for company. Jamie took her wherever she wanted to go in the evenings, when he had to go back to the store. Jamie took her to the movies and to social events, which was really his husbandly duty to do so and which he wasn't attending to. But his wife and their son got along well together and they didn't seem to mind. Jennifer didn't complain that it was her son who took her places, instead of her husband. And Jamie didn't object to taking his mother wherever she wanted to go, when he could have been out with some teenage girl.

It made Frank feel more at ease, knowing his wife was with their son, when he couldn't be with her. His dear Jennifer was a faithful, respectable wife and having an extramarital affair was the farthest thing from her mind, he was sure. Yet by the very way she was put together, a beautiful face, a superb figure and a warm personality, was a temptation to men. He knew all too well that even his good buddies, supposedly his loyal friends, wanted to get into her panties, and would, if she gave any one of them the least bit of encouragement. His wife had something about her that seemed to broadcast sex, like she was a transmitter sending out signals. It was all too apparent that she had a hot, sexy nature, even if she herself was unaware of it. It was so easy to get her aroused, that if he spent less time at the store and more time with her, she'd likely burn him out in a month. When they were in bed together, he couldn't begin to match her passionate demands. A woman like that would at times, he knew, be tempted to get a little on the side, like several other women in this town were doing. But with his son accompanying his mother nearly everywhere she went, he felt secure. Even if the boy didn't realize it, he was looking after his father's interests. His presence with his mother was a discouragement to men who wanted to make a try for her. For that reason he didn't press too hard when Jamie didn't show any interest in spending the summer months working as a clerk in the book store, learning the business, but seemed to prefer to just hang around the house and do nothing. If his mother didn't mind him being underfoot all the time, it was all right with him. She had someone to talk to all day and that would keep her mind off sex.

It was when a woman was alone in the house all day that she was apt to be tempted, he thought. His friend Cecil was having marital problems because of that very thing. He came home during the day when he wasn't expected and found his wife having sex with the teenage boy who mowed their lawn every week. Yes, Frank Henderson was very pleased that his son was home with his mother all day, making that kind of nonsense impossible. While his father was having his secret thoughts, Jamie glanced across at his mother, and smiled a furtive little smile. His mother could have been an actress. She deserved an academy award. Right now she was being the quiet natured, highly moral, respectable wife and mother, who never had an immoral thought in her life. She looked so innocent that if someone said fuck in front of her, she'd faint dead away. Who would ever suspect that she had been naked most of the day, romping around the house with her son? There wasn't a thing about her to indicate she'd had her son's prick in her mouth, in her cunt and up her ass. It wasn't written on her forehead in red letters. It didn't show. How many other mothers in town, Jamie wondered, were putting on a similar convincing act of innocence?

"It's a strange thing, the way the book business has been going over the past several years," Frank Henderson said, unknowingly cutting in on his son's lewd thoughts about his mother.

"In what way, dear?" asked Jennifer.

"Sex has become far and away the best-seller," said Frank. "The public is obsessed with immorality, even in their reading. Sex is the all important thing. If they aren't doing it, they watch it on TV or in the movies."

"I think that's terrible," said Jennifer, glancing at her son and thinking of the X-rated movie he took her to the other night in another town.

"And if they aren't watching it," Frank went on, "they want to read about it. If the books we sell weren't about sex, the store would go broke. If you go to a hardware store to buy a socket wrench, it's fastened by plastic to a cardboard backing that has a picture of a naked woman on it. Nothing, it seems, can be sold without sex."

"It's the age we're living in, I guess," said Jennifer with a deep sigh, as she passed the dish of mashed potatoes across to her son.

"You wouldn't believe what they're planning for a book they intend to bring out," said Frank.

"What kind of book, Dad?" asked Jamie.

"Another Kinsey type thing," said Frank. "A study on incest."

That got Jamie and his mother's attention. They both glanced at each other and looked startled.

"Incest?" said Jennifer.

"Yes. I received a notice about it from the publisher," said Frank. "It was a questionnaire, really. They want to know how I think it will sell. They send this questionnaire to all the bookstores around the country and if it looks like it will sell well, they'll go ahead with the research on it and write it."

"Incest seems to be a popular subject lately," said Jennifer cautiously. "It's being written about in newspapers and magazines, and they've even made several movies with that as the subject!"

"Yeah, there's a movie out now where the hero and the heroine are brother and sister," said Jamie. "And they do it to each other all through the picture."

Jennifer gave her son a warning glance. At the same time she made a mental note that she wanted him to take her to see that movie, when it was showing at their favorite out-of-town theater.

"It's disgraceful," said Frank. "Sexologists claim there's a lot of it going on, sex between brother and sister, father and daughter, niece and uncle, nephew and aunt, and between mother and son."

"How shocking!" Jennifer gasped.

"What's more," Frank went on, "this information I received claims they've found a particular town where a good many people are doing it. Mostly between mothers and sons, but a lot of it between brothers and sisters too. They plan to send investigators to this place and get the goods on these women who are fooling around with their sons. Then the information they gather will go into the book. There'll be several volumes, the first dealing with sex between a mother and her son."

"What's this world coming to?" asked Jennifer, looking a little uneasy.

Jamie tried to shrug it off. "It sounds pretty far out, Dad. I doubt if anything will come of it."

"Not if I can help it," said Frank. "I wrote them back and told them the whole idea was disgusting and sick. I also told them that whoever thought up that idea, should be put away."

"Good for you, dear. If there were more people like you, looking after the community and family life, it would be a better world."

Frank look pleased and smiled at her. "Thank you, dear. I'm glad you understand about these things. Keeping watch over the way society is going, does involve a lot of time. And it pleases me that you've never complained about the time I've spent with these community organizations, when I could have been home with you!"

Jennifer glanced at her son again, then concentrated on the food on her plate.


With the coffee pot in her hand, Terri Baker went over to the kitchen table where her two good friends, Claire Wren and Jennifer Henderson were sitting.

"More coffee, girls?" she asked.

"Not for me, thanks," said Claire. "Hadn't we better be going? When there's a sale on, the store might be crowded."

"We have time. It's still early," Terri replied. "How about you, Jennifer?"

"Yes, I will," said Jennifer. "Say, why don't we give Irma Thatcher a call and see if she'd like to go with us? We can pick her up on the way."

"That's a good idea," said Terri. "Okay with you, Claire?"

Of course," replied Claire, smiling up at her. "I should have thought of it myself. Irma is always a lot of fun."

"The more the merrier," said Terri, picking up the kitchen phone and dialing.

She stood listening to it ring and counting them. When she counted twelve, she put the receiver back.

"Nobody home?" asked Claire.

"I guess not," Terri shrugged. "I suppose she and her son Richard are out someplace."

"Maybe she heard about the sale too," said Jennifer, "and is already on her way there!"

"Maybe we'll meet her there," said Claire. "Let's go."

"I'm ready," said Jennifer, getting up from the table. "And if Irma isn't there, well, she just missed out on a good sale, that's all."

Three blocks over, at the Thatcher residence, it did appear that no one was home, but that was only the way it appeared to anyone passing by. Upstairs in Irma's bedroom, young Richard glanced at the phone on the bedside table.

"It's stopped ringing," he said.

"Good," said Irma. "It couldn't have been anything important. Not as important as what we're doing now."

"Right... " said Richard, before he gave his mother a long sexy, tongue probing kiss.

"Ummm, darling, it feels so good when you have your hand there, and your finger... But I can think of something else that would feel even better in there."

Irma Thatcher's words were a soft whisper in the ear of her eighteen-year old son, as her legs spread apart so he would get the idea. While they lay side by side on her bed, both of them naked and with their arms about each other, his hand stroked up and down the soft inner-flesh of her thigh, getting her aroused to the point that she was going to get off without him, if he didn't hurry up and shove his prick into her. From time to time Irma had been fucked by other eighteen- year old boys throughout her years of marriage, but not one of them had spent any time on foreplay. Each had the same thought, to get his prick into her and fuck, whether she was ready for it or not. Because of that, she wasn't too impressed with teenage cock, except that her son was remarkably different. He made sure he had her ready and eager for his prick before he fucked her. He spent a lot of time on foreplay, more than he ever needed to, so that he was a terrible tease. It seemed to delight him that often her first climax hit her just from him sucking on her boobs, and her second from him kissing her cunt, or tickling it with his fingers.

God, the very idea that her son had his head between her legs was enough to get her off. She would grab hold of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair and pull his mouth tight against her snatch, while she wriggled her ass all over the bed. She'd climax again and again, like she was trying to drown him in her orgasmic juices. While she kissed him full on the mouth, her tongue probing for his, Irma reached down to take a firm grip on the solid shaft of her son's cock. Quickly she guided it to her open snatch. She wanted to feel this wonderful, throbbing alive cock in her pussy. This was their first fuck that morning. There would be a second and of course a third. Once was never enough, not when she had her son all to herself, while his father was at the office. She loved to feel his prick inside her stroking back and forth, slowly at first and then with increasing speed. Her son's cock never failed to set her on fire. Often she lay there, letting her son fuck her all day long. When she was feeling that horny, she simply said to hell with the housework.

There was that time when her husband, George, came home from the office shortly after five, expecting his supper to be ready and she and her son were still in bed, fucking. They broke some kind of a record getting their clothes on, when they heard his car in the driveway. Luckily for them George stopped to talk to his neighbor for a while, which gave them time to change the come- stained sheets and make the bed, and for her to comb her hair.

Irma knew all too well what the penalty would be if she and her son were ever caught. If her husband ever found out that right after he left the house in the morning, his son got into bed with her and fucked her hour after hour, her marriage would be a disaster area. And if he ever found out she let her son fuck her in the ass, when she wouldn't let him do that to her, it would freak him right out. But Irma had good reasons for that, she often told herself. She was sure her husband would be too rough when he did it to her that way, whereas her son was always so gentle. And besides, her adorable, loving son was so thoughtful and considerate of her, he could talk her into anything.

She smiled lewdly as she rubbed the bulbous-shaped head of her son's cock along the warm slippery lips of her pussy.

"You like that, don't you darling?" she whispered. "Doesn't that feel nice when your big hard woman pleaser touches your mother's hot pussy?"

Richard grinned at her. "You're really hot for it, aren't you Mom? Didn't I give you enough yesterday?"

"You were very good to your mother yesterday, darling," she said throatily. "But that was yesterday. God, what would I ever do if I had to go a whole week without you?"

Tugging gently at her son's cock, she tossed her head to fling a wave of chestnut colored hair from her eyes and she gazed at him lustfully. He gave her a pleased grin as he eased her onto her back and climbed between her widely parted legs.

"Now that's more like it," she sighed. "I look forward to these mornings so much, having you in bed with me."

She lay with her legs open obscenely, waiting for him to ease the head of his prick into her eagerly awaiting cunt. When he didn't do it, she pulled more insistently on his cock.

"Come on, Richard. What are you waiting for?"

"I just want to look at you first, Mom," he replied. "God, I must be the luckiest guy around, having such an attractive and sexy looking mother, and being able to fuck her."

With his ass resting on his heels, his eyes took in her sleek, naked thighs spread open and pressed on either side of his body. Running his hand along them made his mother shiver with desire. He thrilled to the feel of her stroking his cock faster and faster. He had excellent control. She could play with his cock without him having to worry that he would shoot his load all over her belly, like some teenage kid getting his first piece of ass. Even though her gorgeous naked body was a sight to behold, he knew it was even nicer when he was in her seething hot pussy right up to his balls.

He enjoyed looking at his naked mother. Her triangle of pussy hair was already wet with her cuntal secretions. He could see her cunt-lips, pink and open in obscene invitation to his prick. Soon, very soon he would have his cock up in there, right up past her belly button. She loved it when he went in deep, then deeper still. Deeper, she had told him than his father, or anyone else, had ever been. But he wanted to savor the sight of her heaving belly, her inviting navel, her luscious tits, for one moment more.

Those gorgeous boobs. He could almost shoot off his load every time he sucked on them. They were creamy white, satiny smooth, full and round, yet incredibly soft. Her nipples were stiff, pulsating with desire.

He was pleased that he had the control necessary to crouch between her legs and just look at her. Mrs. Hallahan - Gloria - down the street, had taught him all about control. She had taught him everything. Her husband was out of town on business a good deal of the time and Richard would sneak into her house by the back door, whenever he wasn't there. When Gloria found out he was a virgin, she was only too happy to be his teacher. She let him suck on her tits, which thrilled him so much he shot off his load in his underwear. She was sweet and understanding about it. She stripped him naked, washed his cock and rinsed out his underwear. When he finally left that day, they were dry. After she hung up his underwear, she took him into her bedroom, showed him her pussy and invited him to give it a kiss. It delighted her as much as it did him when he discovered he liked the taste and smell of it. Soon he was eating her and bringing her off, again and again, tickling her with his tongue in all the little places she pointed out to him. But the biggest thrill of all was when he eased his long, thick and very hard cock up into her incredibly soft and warm cuntal passage. Day after day they fucked in every conceivable position. She taught him how to fuck a woman in the ass without hurting her, but instead, giving her and himself fantastic pleasure.

When she had taught him all about fucking, she then taught him all the many things that made women vulnerable to his charms. She told him of various approaches that a woman couldn't resist. He was a stud when she finished with him. He had a fabulous storehouse of knowledge. And one night when his father was out of town on business, he used that knowledge to seduce his own mother!

He was so smooth in his approach and the things he did, that his mother didn't fully realize the significance of what had taken place between her and her son until after he had fucked her all night long. By then she didn't care. She'd never had it that good in her life, and it didn't bother her in the least that what she and her son were doing was incest. She didn't care that her friends and neighbors would be very shocked if they knew they were doing it. She made up her mind right then and there that nobody was ever going to find out about it, especially her husband. From that time on, she was ready and willing, whenever her son wanted her. The fact that he wanted her every afternoon as soon as he got home from school, only increased her happiness. Then school was out for the summer and the breakfast dishes and the housework didn't get done until after she and her son fucked.

He bent over his mother and sucked on one of her boobs. He heard her sigh and felt her tense all over. She arched her back and thrust her tits up at him, like she wanted to get her entire mound of flesh into his mouth. Richard licked and sucked and used his tongue to drive her frantic. After a while his mouth slid down the snowy white slope of her tit until his nose was in the valley between her mounds.

While he nipped and licked at her soft flesh, his mother thrashed around beneath him. In spite of her torment, she liked these moments almost as much as when she felt her son's prick in her and her hot, wet, tight cunt was clamping around it. But not quite. Nothing could take the place of her son pushing his prick into her and fucking her. She didn't mind that he was in control, because he was causing her as well as himself to feel intense pleasure.

"Don't be such a tease, Richard," she pleaded. "How much more of this do you think your mother can take? Do it to me now. I want you in me! "

He smiled at her, then she felt his hot wet tongue swirling about on one of her tits. He traced out the entire mound, then slowly, wetly and enticingly, licked up toward the hollow of her throat. She felt her heart beating faster and faster. Her boobs throbbed, her cunt throbbed, and even her asshole was beginning to get a ticklish feeling in it.

"Come on, darling," she coaxed. "Fuck your mother."

"In a minute, Mom."

Realizing what she had said and how it must have sounded, she wailed, "My God, how shameless can I get? Here I am begging my son to fuck me. I'll bet I'm the only mother in town who's ever said a thing like that."

"Maybe not, Mom," Richard said softly. "Maybe other guys around here are fucking their mothers. And they keep it a secret, just like we are!"

"Don't get started on that again," Irma said. "I just can't believe other mothers are behaving as outrageously as I am with you."

"What's so outrageous about a guy screwing his mother?" Richard asked softly. "Just because society says it's wrong, doesn't mean that it is. It's just a matter of opinion. If it's so wrong for a guy to fuck his mother, how come it feels so good?"

"Ummm, and it does feel good," Irma admitted.

"For me too. It feels great," he told her. "It's better with you than with anyone else I've done it to. It feels so good when I'm with you like this, Mom, that I'm going to go right on fucking you every chance I get."

"It gives me such a thrill to hear you say that, darling," said Irma, between kisses. "But much as I enjoy it, I can't help but feel that what we're doing isn't right. This isn't the proper way for a mother to raise her son."

Richard grinned at her. "You've already raised me, Mom. That's over and done with. Now you can just lie back and enjoy it. Isn't that what Dad did, when he built that patio at the back of the house? He spent several weekends working on it, now when he's home, he just sits out there and enjoys it. And that's what you're doing too, Mom. You spent a lot of time and effort, raising me to manhood. And now that I'm a man, why shouldn't you have me in bed with you, giving you pleasure?"

Irma chuckled. "You're going to make a wonderful lawyer. The way you talk, you make everything come out just the way you want it. But that doesn't change anything, doesn't change what your father would do, if he caught you in bed with me."

"That's true," said Richard easily. "That's just the way Dad is. I can understand him getting sore when one of his so-called friends makes a pass at you, letting you know he wants to fuck you. But with me it's different. I'm part of the family. Dad doesn't mind me taking the car when he's not using it. Why should he object to me fucking you, when he's not around to do it himself? When I have the car, he knows I'm taking care of it. Well, I'm taking care of you too, Mom, because Dad doesn't give you nearly as much cock as you need."

"What makes you think that?"

"If he was really looking after you, he'd give you a long passionate fuck every morning before he leaves for the office. That's when you're really hot for it. But he doesn't do it. He must know by now that's when you need it the most."

"You're very observant, aren't you?"

"Another thing Dad should do, is come home during lunch hour and give your pussy a going over, to keep you satisfied until he gets home at night to really look after you."

Irma sighed. "He used to do that, the first year we were married. Then he got involved in his business!"

"Well, the business I want to be involved in, is right here between my mother's legs," Richard said with a lewd grin.

His tongue made its way slowly upward. He licked and kissed her earlobe for a moment, which made Irma wiggle her ass frantically. Whenever he stuck his tongue in her ear she always thought she could come, just from him doing that. Her hand worked faster up and down on her son's cock. That mighty pillar of prick was going to feel like heaven to her. She could hardly believe now that she had that thick solid shaft in her only yesterday. Right now it seemed like she hadn't had it in a month.

Every second that her son delayed, carried her that much closer to coming. The sexual tension she felt in her belly and in her cunt was near its peak. Any second now she could pop.

She brought her legs up and locked her heels behind her son's back, in an attempt to get the head of his prick into her snatch.

"Come on, damn it. You've kept your mother waiting long enough. Screw me! Do it to me!"

Richard laughed and kissed her full on the mouth, thrusting his tongue in as far as it would go. Irma enjoyed the feel of his tongue pressing onto hers so erotically, in a way that a boy isn't supposed to kiss his mother. But she liked what was going on between her legs even more. She felt him move his hips forward, and the blunted head of his prick brushed along the sensitive moist lips of her cunt.

"Ummm! Oh lover!" she murmured, burying her face in her son's shoulder. "That's what mother wants. Give Mommy all that big long cock!"

He grinned at her and began tormenting her with his pecker. He moved it back and forth along her slippery gash and she felt her love oils oozing out to meet it, dribbling down the insides of her thighs and going between the cheeks of her ass. Her son's prick was slickly wet with it.

"You like this, don't you, Mom?" he teased, as he dragged his cock up and down in the trough formed by the lips of her pussy. "Tell me how much you love it!"

"You know how much I love it," she said in a controlled whisper. "Would I be lying here, letting you torment me, if I didn't love that hard cock of yours? If it was the other way around and I was teasing you, you wouldn't take it for two minutes. You'd be out the door and screwing Helen Doberly next door. One of these days John Doberly is going to catch you fucking his wife. Then he'll send you back to your mother with your cock tied in a knot."

"No he won't, Mom," said Richard, "because I'm not fucking her anymore. Not since I started doing it with you. Helen's a great lay and it sure feels nice when I have my prick in her, but good as she is, she can't be compared with you. I'd rather fuck you than anyone in this whole town."

Hearing her son's words of loving praise, Irma could barely contain the heated emotions churning through her. Her sexual need for her son's cock was almost more than she could stand. She had been horny this morning while her son and his father sat with her at the breakfast table. Now her fire was raging. She was frantic with her need for him.

"Doesn't that feel good, Mom?" said Richard, brushing his cock over her pussy.

"You think you're king of the hill, don't you? Now that you have a good thing going with your mother, you think you're really somebody. Well mark my words, young man. As much as Mother loves having you in bed with her, she's going to take the wind out of your sails one of these days."

Suddenly she felt the bulbous-shaped head of his prick push its way in past her cunt-lips and bury itself a good two inches in her pussy. It almost took her breath away. She cried out gleefully and gripped her son's arms for support. She felt like she was taking a fence post up her cunt. Her juices seeped around her son's thick shaft and lubricated it even more, for the rest of the trip up into her cunt.

"Oh darling! That's more like it!" she moaned. "Now fuck me!"

She was nearly out of her mind. He didn't ram it into her like a piledriver, as most young men would have done. She wouldn't have wanted that, not the way her son was hung. She liked it slow and easy, just the way she was getting it. Her son's prick was enormously long, but she could take it all, if he was careful about how he eased it into her. She didn't really mind that he tormented her with the slowness of his entry into her. She felt and enjoyed every single inch as it burrowed its way deeper and deeper into her.

"Ummm, more. Give me more."

"I will, Mom, I've got plenty more to go in."

He didn't hasten his entry into her slick-walled pussy. Instead, he carefully shoved inch after inch into her tight opening until his entire length was in her, hidden from sight but not unfelt. His mother thrashed around beneath him in the throes of sheer ecstasy. Irma cooed with happiness. This was the best time of the whole day, as far as she was concerned, having her son in bed with her and feeling his enormous cock all the way up in her. She thrilled to the feel of his big hairy balls brushing against the sensitive ring of her ass. Once again her son's balls were where they belonged, nestled in the crack of her ass. And his pecker was up in her. Every single inch of his magnificent prick was hers to savor and enjoy. She tensed her cunt walls, causing them to clamp around the thick shaft of her son's hefty cock. The sensitive nerve endings in her cuntal passage could define every contour of that mighty prick. It felt like a pump handle inside her. She moaned with delight and began massaging the pillar of moving cock by sending small surges of muscular power to her cuntal walls. She could feel the plump knob as well as the thick vein on the underside of his shaft, pulsing against her tender pussy flesh. Every single vein and ridge on her son's fabulous tool thrilled her more than she thought was possible.

"Ohhh, you feel so good inside your mother's pussy," she moaned happily. "I'm so glad I'm your mother and entitled to first chance at your cock!"

"Sure, Mom. You're entitled," Richard agreed. "A guy's family comes first. Whoever wrote that a boy's best friend is his mother, really meant that a boy's best fuck is his mother. But he didn't dare put that down on paper. You come first with me, Mom. What I'm finding though, is that when I finally have you soothed and satisfied, I'm not much interested in doing it with anyone else."

"That's good," said Irma, giving him a loving kiss. "Then I won't have to worry about some teenage girl around here claiming you got her pregnant."

"What if I get you pregnant, Mom?"

Irma laughed. "That will never happen. Your mother isn't some dumb teenage pussy, who doesn't know how to take care of herself, who thinks that protection means making you wear a rubber."

A look of dis