Earlier that same evening, Dorothy left her new husband's bed. Art was sleeping soundly, and she didn't think that he would awaken and miss her. Her body still tingled from their recent love-making, but she still felt somehow unfulfilled… She had tried to tell herself that it wasn't so… but it was impossible for her to resist… she felt drawn by a force stronger than anything she could hope to struggle against.
She had sat at her dressing table, the new one that Art had bought for her as a wedding present… He had had the entire house re-furnished so that there would be no traces of his dead wife there. Betty had been Dorothy's older sister, and it still pained her sometimes to realize that it was she who was taking her sister's place in Art's affections. And yet, at other times it seemed entirely fitting and somehow right… and she felt closer to her sister in some mysterious way… Now living in this house, so familiar to her once, but only as a friendly family visitor… it was funny to realize that it was her house now… her's and Art's. The best part about everything though, was that she was reunited with her own son! Joe, the boy she had given up long ago to her sister and Art… when, just 16, and unmarried she'd had no one else to turn to! It had been hard letting him think all this time that she was just his Aunt Dot, when in reality she was his real mother! But now she would be able to treat him like a son, be constantly near him, love him, care for him! As she brushed her hair long and hard, Dorothy knew that she was going to go down the hall to Joe's room… she just had to! She had promised herself that after that one mad sensual night with the children, she would never never do it again… but her body's memory was stronger than her will, and there was something so overwhelmingly comforting about him… something she needed badly, that only her little boy could satisfy.
So slowly, she got up putting on the new pink and white negligee that formed part of her trousseau, and with a last glance at her sleeping husband, she left the bedroom.
She could see that Joe's light was on, from the soft yellow beam that slid from beneath his door jamb. Suddenly losing courage, she drew her silken folds of her gown around her and headed toward the kitchen. Once there she poured herself a small glass of brandy, and feeling the warm burning liquid trace a path down her throat to her belly, she realized that there was nothing for her to do but go to Joe right away. She would just go and talk with him, that would be all, and then later she would go back to her new husband… so different from that hideous Nick.
Sometimes she wondered how she could have possibly ever married him. She shivered… such a horrid man! And yet when she had married him, she had been the envy of every young matron in Philadelphia… the wealthy Nick Rogers… and she had somehow managed to snag him. It had been a great surprise to her when he had been unwilling to accept her son into their household… before the wedding he had told her it would be fine to have Joe come live with them… to have the then 7 year old boy finally know who his real mother was. But once married, it had been a different story… and Joe had continued to live with Art and Betty as their son.
Dorothy had never been able to quite forgive Nick that deception, and even now she blamed him for the strange desire to possess her own son sexually that wracked her luscious body. Pouring another shot of brandy, Dorothy drank it down quickly and started once more toward Joe's bedroom. She wondered just when she would have the nerve to tell him she was really his mother!
Joe lay in bed reading the exciting book that he had borrowed from his sister.
"He pulled her legs up so that they straddled his shoulders. The soft cushions of her smooth, gyrating buttocks tilted against his hard thighs and his penis slipped even further down into the slanting shaft of her flaming pussy."
"Jeez," he said. His young cock quivered beneath the sheet, and he couldn't help thinking of Aunt Dot… What was she doing in there with Daddy now he wondered! He hadn't been able to go to sleep for thinking of Aunt Dot and his father making love together… when it should have been him! He just couldn't help thinking that although he knew that his father was very happy with his new wife, and he also knew that Aunt Dot was also in love with his father, he couldn't help but want her all for himself. But that was silly he knew… that was impossible! And yet, hadn't he and Lee manipulated and schemed so that at least they would all be in the same house! Yes, Lee wanted Daddy in just the same way that he wanted Aunt Dot, and that all too short meeting at the shack hadn't been enough for either of them. They had tricked Dad into coming under the pretext that they had those photographs of him and Dot making love… but Dad had never seen who they were. Whereas Dorothy knew… she knew and had writhed beneath their combined touches… his and his sisters… She had loved it! They both knew that she had been drinking heavily that night and that her nerves had been just about at the breaking point… but still… she had loved it! There was no getting away from that fact. And Joe knew that even though she had refused to even mention the event again… that she often thought of it… Probably often remembered the feel of his hot young cock in her vagina! he bet!
As for him… he certainly remembered! He turned the page of his book and let one hand slip beneath the covers to fondle his raging erection. Pulling his foreskin down all the way, he began a steady up and down motion that made his flesh break-out in goosepimples as thrills of delight traversed his 14 year old body. Soon he put the book down, and began to concentrate more fully on the pleasure that mounted from his hard rock penis. He felt confused and anxious and his boyish features were contorted from the frantic efforts of his flying fingers over his cock. The lewd sound of his closed fist slapping against his belly beneath his long nightshirt emanated from the covers.
It was then that Aunt Dorothy knocked at the door.
"C… come in!" Joe said, rapidly stopping his illicit activity beneath the sheets. But his heart was pounding hard… because somehow he knew who it was at the door. He knew it couldn't be anyone but aunt Dot!
His sister Lee never knocked, and his father just never came to their rooms. The only other person in the house was Aunt Dot! He watched from his bed as the door slowly opened and then, he gasped as he saw her. She was wearing the most beautiful gown… a soft pink and white frilly thing, that was sheer enough to give more than a hint of her beautiful body beneath its voluminous folds. Her soft blonde hair glowed from all the brushing she had given it and it hung to her shoulders, framing the almost translucent creamy skin of her face.
"Hello, Joe," she said quietly, closing the door behind her.
"Aunt Dot… you came!" Joe said. He wanted to leap up to greet her, but he felt unaccountably shy, and decided to remain where he was. Dorothy slowly approached the young boy's bed, until she was standing right beside it. Then she sat down as Joe moved over to make room for her beside him. He could smell the wonderful familiar scent of her perfume, and now he could hardly breath from the excitement that he felt in her presence. He had never failed to feel this same way, only somewhat less intense… whenever he'd been near her. Even years ago as a small boy, even when his mother was alive, he always felt this special thing about Aunt Dot… And now as he looked into her deep blue eyes, he realized that she too felt the same way about him. It was very mysterious, very puzzling, but the feeling was undeniable!
"Yes… I came…" she replied belatedly. "I… I had to."
"Is Dad… I mean is Daddy sleeping…?" Joe asked… he was embarrassed about his former thoughts of their lovemaking from all that Lee had described to him about the one time she spied on Aunt Dot and Daddy making love… it was quite a sight. He wondered vaguely now as he examined the older woman's beautiful face, how it had looked when his father was fucking her!!! He lay there trembling, his whole body and mind in an uproar of emotion. He felt strangely overheated beneath his covers, and abruptly he threw them back. Aunt Dot wasn't talking… she had only nodded in reply to his question, and now she was just looking at him. There seemed to emanate from her eyes some kind of magic beam, just like in some comic books he'd read… and the more she looked at him, the more he felt completely in her control!
This woman who had haunted his dreams for so many nights was actually here in his bedroom, of her own accord… it seemed too much to ask for… and yet it was true! The times at the shack that he and Lee had conspired to get both Daddy and Aunt Dot at separate times, didn't seem to count for much… it had all been trickery… and coercion…what counted now was… this night! He knew that it would be the most important of his life… but his head swam as he tried to comprehend the full impact of Aunt Dot sitting there on his bed.
"I… I wanted to talk to you couldn't sleep…" she said slowly.
Her words were slow and her voice slightly blurry, and it occurred to Joe that she might be sleeping… sleep walking!! His entire body was covered with a light down of perspiration now as he returned her gaze. He couldn't help letting his eyes slip down to the area of her ample bosom, where beneath her peignoir he could see two slightly darker spots where her taut nipples stood out proudly. He would hear the sound of his own heart pumping madly in his chest. There was a rustly sound and as Aunt Dot adjusted her weight on the bed, she cleared her throat. Joe thought he was going to break out into tears if something didn't happen soon. This waiting was driving him crazy!
"Aunt Dot!" he finally said, his voice breaking, as he lifted his arms to her.
Dorothy sobbed and embraced him, falling down across him on the bed, her soft warm breasts pushing against his young chest, as she covered his face with kisses. "Darling…" she said. "You mustn't call me Aunt Dot anymore… We're all one family now… I… I'd like it better if you called me mother!"
Joe was a bit taken aback, smothered as he was beneath her warm embraces. His mind quickly tried to focus on the woman he had once considered as his own mother, but already her memory was faded. It was true, he thought, Aunt Dot was now his father's wife, and since she was his very own mother's sister… wasn't she as close as being his mother as any woman could get?
The idea thrilled him, and now as his lips boldly sought hers out, he muttered, "Yes, Mother… oh yes!"
"You're not ashamed, are you Joe!?" Dorothy asked. Her tongue slipped wetly over Joe's half parted lips as she spoke, and Joe's fingers began to move up and down her back. He was entranced by her proximity… the sweetness of her breath was like honeysuckle, her body seemed large and all encompassing. "Because, you mustn't be ashamed… Joe, not of anything! I spent too many years being ashamed, and now I know that it's wrong… very wrong! You must let your true feelings show!"
"Yes, Mother," Joe responded. He was all for that… Her lips touched his again, softly at first, and Joe felt himself tingling all over… Her tongue reached far back into his mouth, and his tongue rose up into hers, mingling inside in a long tortuously defined mock battle. Below, his cock jerked upward beneath his nightshirt, and he could feel it tingling with lust. There were no more thoughts in his head only the weight of her breasts on his chest, the taste of her tongue in his mouth. Mother… he thought, Mother!
Astonishment and joy mingled in his body, and his searching hands roamed around to her sides, moving toward the large firm mounds of the older woman's breasts. Her kiss was devouring him, and he sucked wildly upon her tongue hearing the loud wet sounds filling the room.
"I know you want me too, Joe…" she was whispering into his ear. And now his hands were touching her breasts! They were soft yet exquisitely molded and Joe began to give his hands free play between them and molding them in his hands, toying lengthily with the hardened tips, rolling them, budlike beneath his fingers. His hands were stuffed beneath the folds of her gown, hidden inside, rummaging deliciously in the privacy of her bosom. His penis stood rocklike and stiff and Joe groaned. A long low ecstatic groan that was echoed by his mother.
Dorothy sighed and held onto her young son. She was surrendering herself to him entirely, and inside she felt peaceful and calm. For the first time in her life, she felt she was doing something totally right… no matter what anyone thought.
"Oh, Joe, my darling boy," she sighed, "I'm going to teach you everything… everything!"
Joe felt her breasts tremble beneath his hot touches, and he knew that she was about to remove her clothes. He began to help her… timidly at first, and then with enthusiasm. The lamp in his room emitted a low toned light that gave his mother's body a hazy appearance, as though she had been painted, or sculpted by a great impressionistic master. Joe held his breath as her peignoir slipped from her shoulders… revealing their white planes to his delighted gaze. Her breasts were like miraculous feats of engineering, so large, and yet standing out so far. She sat proudly beside him, and noticing his fixed stare, she said, "Shall we start with my breasts little darling… Yes… please please touch them again… this time I will supervise everything…" Her eyes were half closed in anticipation of his touch… and Joe hungrily reached forward toward the golden, pink tipped orbs. Each hand held a firm rubber nipple, and as Dorothy said, "Now squeeze… squeeze gently…" he did as he was told.
"Oooooh… yeeessss!" she cried, "Now turn… twist every so… yes, just like that… How fast you learn!"
Her nipples had turned to stone beneath his fingers and she was quivering all over, her gown had fallen down around her hips and in front Joe could see his mother's belly button… a soft deep indentation in the midst of her gently curved stomach.
"Oh… you feeel… wonderful!" Joe spoke… then he added, "Mother!" The word still did not come easily to his tongue, and when he said it it did all kinds of crazy things to him inside. His hands slipped down to her waist and he tried to draw her forward… she bent gracefully and her large protruding breasts brushed directly into his face. "Would you like to suck them, Joe?" Dorothy sighed, "Yes, suck them, go ahead… go ahead!" She wriggled them into his burning face, and the silken flesh caused streaks of desire. He thought he would pass out from the fabulous sensation of her bosom almost smothering him… her perfumed flesh, and now her taut nipples poking into his opening mouth! His loins closed gently around the offered button of sensuality, and automatically he began to suck, suck with all his might! He had never known such joy…!!!! Such utter bliss! There was something about it… something that he could not quite fathom, that at once soothed and inflamed him, satisfied and made him hungry for more!
"Yessssss! ooooooooh yesssssss!" Dorothy cooed, and then she added softly to herself, "just like you did when you were a baby… just like that my little darling!"
As he continued to suck thirstily, Dorothy crooned his name and moaned soft encouragements to him, until finally she pushed his head gently away. "Ooo no more now little love… oh… I must get in beside you… What you have done to me!"
Gasping to catch her breath, she stood up and peeled away the remainder of her gown, and Joe saw the golden honeyed triangle of her pussy, softly hairy, sweetly curved, nestled between the two pillars of her statuesque thighs! Then she was climbing in beside him, taking up most of the bed so that there was only a little place left for him… He clung in desperation, in a paroxysm of desire that caused both of them to cry out with the strength of their emotions.
Almost instantly, Joe felt his mother's hand reaching along his chest, along his belly… and then it was gripping his excitedly erect penis, clutching it hard so that Joe thought it might break in two! An acute stab of lust shot through him and his body tensed and shook with desire. "Oh, God…!" he cried, as she began stroking softly. "What a wonderful cock you have… Oh Joe it's just wonderful… so big for your age and when you get to be a man…" her words trailed off and Joe wondered what she was going to say.
Dorothy was remembering what Joe's father had been like… his real father… that stranger passing through town… who had just quickly passed out of town when he learned that little 16 year old Dorothy was pregnant… She remembered his body… and found echoes of it in her son… Yes, he would be like his father, in build at least when he was a grown man. The thought was exciting, especially since she could recall with minute detail the marvelous sensations she had known with the wanderer.
"Where… where is your hand…?!" she asked haltingly. Without releasing his swollen penis, she found his fingers with her other hand and brought them down her belly. She moved them swiftly to the soft, hairlined lips of her pussy, where she longed to feel him touch her. His fingers encountered first satiny hairs, then the delicate moist split that separated them, then he was plunging into a complete world of utter oblivion… his fingers insinuating themselves between the wetness of tiny furrows, the upright pinprick of his mother's clitoris, the swollen labia, aching for assuagement!
"Oh, oh mother!!" Joe cried out as his fingers slipped into the heated moisture of his mother's hotly quivering cunt. "Ooooh that's it Joe… now a little to the right… up a bit… Oh ah! Mmmmmm! ooooooooh Joe… Joooooooooe!"
The sound of her voice, and the way her wonderful white, body responded to his fingerfucking was enough to send him into an ecstatic trance. Her breasts billowed against his chest, bobbing sometimes all the way up to his chin, and with his free hand he sought to encompass some of their bulk… her tender kisses upon his face made his cheeks glisten with wetness. He never wanted this divine sensation to stop! Then suddenly she was gripping his hard young fourteen year old cock tighter, and stopping his hand. "Ooooh, ooh Joe… stop… stop… I… I must feel your cock inside me… inside!"
Not wanting to lose one precious instant, Dorothy pulled the young boy over onto her, and felt him fall heavily against her nude body. His stiff cock slapped against her stomach, and she could feel the softness of his testicles below nudging at the top of her trembling pubic vee. Hurriedly, she made him understand without speaking, that she wanted him to remove his nightshirt, and she began to pull it off over his head. Soon he lay completely naked upon her voluptuously curved body, and once more her hand was on his genitals! Moving his foreskin back and forth… back and forth… Joe thought he was going to climax right there in her hand, right again her stomach. But he realized that she was pushing him downward, and wriggling up herself… She was placing his young penis at the entrance to her waiting pussy! "Yeeeeees, yesssssss… come on little Joe… my darling… come on!"
Joe wanted to make love to her the way no other man had… to even erase the memory of the honeymoon night she had just known… just a few doors away from his bedroom! A swift jealousy swept over him as he thought of it now, and as he felt her placing his cock against the softly giving wetness between her spread legs, he relinquished some of his previous passivity and growling, pushed hard into her.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaah! Joooooooooey!" Dorothy wailed as his hard young cock sped unexpectedly sudden up into her vagina… pushing back the soft tight folds of her pink flowering pussy, rising fast up into the depths of her tender split. The wet lips of her cunt trembled and tightened around his advancing rod, and she felt herself growing wetter still as he entered her, powerfully almost harshly! "Oooooh darling!" she cried out, "oh, my dear God!"
His mother's inner juices surrounded his smooth hard throbbing cock, and he felt her entire pelvis tilt upward to accept his entry… she was sucking him inside with her cunt muscles, pulling him deeper and deeper… This one moment seemed to make life worth living… Just this and nothing else in the world mattered. He was fucking her… fucking her hard!
"Oh my son… my son!" Dorothy cried out, as she began to lewdly gyrate up against him, feeling his prick driving swiftly now in and out of her lust maddened pussy. Urgently his young penis struck hard against her cervix… the very womb from which he had come! Again and again he pushed into her, moving up, pushing and pulling, grabbing hard onto her big breasts, burrowing his head into them, kissing them, sucking them, while he fucked gloriously higher, totally beyond reach, attaining the dizzying heights of incestuous passion.
She screamed beneath him and winced with delight, and perspiration flowed in rivulets between their wildly smacking bodies, making Joe slide about upon her, increasing the extent of the sensations each was feeling. "Ooooh JOE… fuck me… yes fuck me harder… harder… Oh I love it I love it Joe Joe Joe!!" He was driving his young cock into her so hard now that he bounced up off of her body each time he slid back out, only to plunge himself back in, falling with all his weight upon her, like on some splendid surrealistically erotic trampoline!
Dorothy moved in time with the boy, in a total frenzy of sexual excitement that used every sinew and muscle in her womanly frame. Hungrily, she spurred him on, and with equal ardour, he responded.
Then she was cumming, it was advancing upon her like a freight train, hitting from all sides, taking hold of her body with a forcefulness she had never experienced before. The tip of young Joe's cock pistoned sharply against her raging cervix, striking, striking once, twice, and now again, and then she was released, falling and splitting in two at once, breaking into tiny pieces. Her cunt grew wide and yawning and then tightly squeezed at the delicious pole that impaled it. Dizzying sparks invaded her tormented body as the insistent pressure continued to build in spite of the unbelievable pleasure growing like wildfire in her widespread loins.
"Oh Joe, my own baby boy… I'm cumming… cuuuuummming for you Aaaaalllll for you… youuuuuuu!"
Joe laboured mightily upon his mother's climaxing body, his own groans mingled with her cries as his own hot, liquid jism began to cream out from his inundated cock… his hands groped and clung to the dancing mountains of her breasts as delicious thrills tore through him. He felt like he was being drawn up into her… as though during this dual climax they would be forever molded into one creature… and he wanted that… wanted it badly.
"Wait for me mother… wait for me!" he cried, arching his cock high into her womb feeling his orgasm take hold and then flow copiously in an earth shattering eruption, far up into his mother's hungrily milking cuntal channel.