Helen knew that she would never get over the awesome forbidden experience of having fucked her own son. The memories of that incredible night of ultimate lust would be with her forever.
For over a week she had avoided her son. She hadn't yet said a word to him about what had happened between them. Her mother had spoken with him, of course, but Helen had been too embarrassed to question her about what must have been a difficult conversation. All she could think of now was her son's naked body and what it had felt like to have him climb on top of her and slide his magnificent prick into her cunt.
It was Monday morning and Helen was still in bed. Sprawled naked on the sheets, she was stabbing at her clit with the tip of her middle finger. Her thighs were flung wide apart, her feet placed it upon the mattress, and she was bouncing her ass up and down on the bed. Her immense white tits bobbled wildly on her chest. Suddenly, with a hoarse cry, she thrust her fingers into her sodden pussy and began fuck big them frantically in and out. She was pretending that her hand was her son's hard cock.
She knew that she had to have him again. There was simply no doubt about it. Her hand was a damned poor substitute for his raging, pounding prick, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she had to fuck him again. She had to be patient, though. She had to wait until her mother was no longer staying with them.
Just then, as she was arching her back in anticipation of an impending orgasm, she heard the front door open downstairs. Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Helen needed only a second to realize whose they were.
It was Jason. For some reason he had come home early. There was no one else home – her mother and daughter had gone shopping – and the house would be empty for at least another hour.
It was just the opportunity she needed.
Helen got up out of bed and took a quick look at herself in the vanity mirror.
Helen went to her closet to take out her sexy, black outfit, but stopped when a better idea hit her. Why not simply stroll out into the hallway totally nude? No one, including Jason, was supposed to be home just now, and that gave her an excuse to parade around stark naked.
With her cheeks hot and her pussy tingling, Helen quietly opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway. Jason was in his bedroom having left his door wide open. Helen pretended to be heading for the bathroom as she sauntered past his doorway, her big tits swinging and swaying with every step.
"Hey, Mom – how you doin'?"
Helen wheeled around with a great show of feigned surprise and made a futile effort to cover up her tit and pussy, Jason, who was standing half-undressed in front of his closet, was gaping at he in wide-eyed delight.
"My goodness, Jason! When did you get home?"
"Oh, just a few minutes ago." Jason's eyes roamed freely over his mother's naked body, and it was obvious that he was enjoying what he saw.
There was a momentary silence. Helen could feel her nipples stiffening and her pussy-juices oozing out between her thighs. She knew that her son was as turned on as she was. He was staring at her voluptuous tits and pussy, and she could see a huge bulge in the crotch of his slacks.
"Jason? We have to talk. And I guess this is as good a time as any." She dropped her arms to her sides. "I guess there's no point in my trying to be modest with you, is there?"
Helen came into the room and walked wound the end of the bed, conscious of Jason's eyes frankly following her every move. She sat down on the side of the bed, waiting while Jason sat down beside her. He sat with his legs wide apart, his knee pressing against her naked thigh.
"Jason," she said softly, resting her hand on his thigh, "what happened between us was very special. And I want you to know that I have no regrets for myself."
"I feel the same way," Jason murmured.
"But, darling, I'm worried about you." She shook his leg insistently and slid her hand higher up his thigh. "Incest is such a strange thing, and I'm concerned that it may have been a traumatic experience for you. Tell me, dear, what are your feelings? Are you terribly upset that we fucked?"
Helen moved her hand still higher up his thigh, aware of his obviously growing prick.
"I want you to analyze your feelings," she said, "and figure out what made you want to fuck me. What is it about me that turns you on?"
Jason said nothing, merely gazing down at his mother's magnificent body. The boy was so turned on that he was shaking, and the swollen bulge in his pants was so huge and taut that it looked painful. On an impulse, Helen put her hand directly over his prick and gently squeezed it.
"God, baby, you're hard as a rock right now! What is it that made you so horny? I know I have al beautiful body – is that it, dear? Tell me what turns you on. Is it my big tits?"
"I don't know, Mom!" Jason whispered.
"Well, all right, we can talk about it later." And with that she abruptly stood up, leaving Jason gaping at her in surprise.
"Mom, wait a minute!"
"Can talk about it later, dear. I've got to go an take my shower now, okay?"
Helen turned and sauntered out of the room, feeling Jason's eyes following the undulations of her asscheeks. Her heart was pounding. As she walked across the hallway, she was hoping her handsome, virile son would follow her into the bathroom.
As she stood there beside the shower, clutching the towel-rod for support, she shuddered with frustrated desire. What she wanted to do now, more than anything, was to run back to Jason's room, snatch off his pants and suck his gorgeous cock.
Reaching into the shower stall to turn on the taps, Helen caught a glimpse of herself in the broad mirror over the bathroom sink. Her body looked lush and inviting, and she knew that Jason couldn't resist the jiggle of her magnificent tits. Sure enough, as she straightened up, she heard the soft pad of footsteps behind her. A pair of muscular arms encircled her waist as his stiff, hot prick-shaft pressed against the smooth cheeks of her ass.
"If you really want to talk, Mom," Jason murmured next to her ear, "why don't we take a shower together?"
"Oh, dear me!" Helen sighed, letting her head drop back on his shoulder as she surrendered herself to her son's embrace. "Jason, darling – I'm serious!"
"You asked me to analyze my feelings," he said, sliding his hands up over her belly and cupping her tits. "Your body just drives me crazy, that's all! Isn't that enough?"
"I don't know, baby. I just don't know." Helen was trembling with arousal. Her son was eagerly fondling her tits and gently pinching and stroking her tingling nipples.
"When you came on to me the other night, I couldn't believe it was really happening. It was like a ream come true. That's why I acted so unsure of myself."
"I understand, baby." Helen reached back with both hands and stroked her son's muscular thighs. "I just have to know that it's what you really want."
"I've always wanted to fuck you, Mom." Releasing her left tit, Jason dropped his hand down to her crotch and began massaging her pussy. "I just never dreamed that you felt the same way about me."
Helen covered his hand with her own and show him how she liked to have her pussy rubbed. "That night was like a dream," she said. "I wanted you so bad."
"I want you right now," Jason said. Holding her lover body tightly, he guided his stiff prick between her thighs and pressed the cock-head up against her pussy-lips. "Mom, I want to fuck you right now!"
"AU right, dear," she said. "I want it too." Bending forward, she braced herself against the aluminum frame of the shower stall and spread her feet apart on the tile floor.
"Put it in, baby! Let me feel your cock inside me!"
Jason eased his hips forward, sliding his missive cock into his mother's slick pussy.
"God, I can see it going in!" he cried.
"Does that turn you on, baby?" She felt him move his hands up and grasp her hips as he leaned back to give himself a better view as he fucked her.
"Yes, it does," he said. "I can see my cock going right into your pussy – and coming out – and going in!"
Helen turned her head and discovered that she could watch them fucking, too – in the mirror over the sink. The view was spectacular and intensely arousing. She noticed then that Jason had turned and was also watching them in the mirror. For a brief instant their eyes met, and the look of lust she saw in her son's eyes made her shiver with a thrill of forbidden desire.
Helen soon realized that Jason wasn't able to fuck her as smoothly as she liked while standing up behind her, and she tried to help him by rocking back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts. The slurping, sloshing sounds of their fucking was clearly audible. Jason was fucking her frantically now, and Helen sensed that the horny boy was getting ready to blow his wad.
Sure enough, his movements suddenly became even more spasmodic and he cried out, "I can't help it, Mom! I'm gonna come!"
"All right!" she moaned. "Make it come, baby! I'm coming too!"
She jerked her body back, slapping her ass cheek against her son's hard belly, and repeatedly taking his pounding prick deeper into her cunt.
As soon as Jason's scalding jism gushed into her cunt, Helen experienced a sudden, tumultuous orgasm of her own. It surprised her almost as much as it delighted her, and she staggered forward against the shower stall and nearly lost her balance. But Jason held her tightly by the hips and when she stood up, he gathered her tenderly into his arms. She leaned back against him.
"That was fantastic, baby!" She reached back fondle his still-dripping prick and felt it begip to soften in her hand.
"Really!" Jason gasped.
"Honey? Let's take our shower now."
"Okay."
Helen turned on the taps. As the water rushed down he tested its temperature with an outstretched hand and then stepped into the shower stall. The steaming spray stung her face and tits.
Moments later she felt Jason's muscular body pressing against hers as he squeezed in behind her.
"Mom? Was it good for you too? Did I make you come?"
"Of course, dear," she said, lathering herself with a bar of scented soap. "It was lovely."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure," she said, handing him the soap.
After they finished washing themselves and had rinsed the soap from their bodies, Helen turned off the water and they stepped out of the shower. They dried themselves off in silence.
"All right," Jason said, hanging up his towel. He placed his hand on the small of his mother's back. "Let's go back to my room."
Helen looked up at him questioningly, saw the determination in his face, and allowed him to guide her out of the bathroom and across the hallway to his bedroom.
"Sit down, Mom," he said.
Helen did as she was told, sitting down on the side of the bed and watching her son as he knelt in front of her and gently spread her knees apart.
Grasping her hips with his strong, warm hands, Jason drew her body to the edge of the bed so that her cunt was only inches from his face.
"Lie back, Mom," he said.
Helen lay back on the bed and stared up unblinking at the ceiling. Her heart was pounding with the dawning realization of what was happening to her. And then she felt the soft caress of her son's hot breath on her pussy.
"Oooo, baby!" she gasped.
Jason pressed his open mouth against the swollen folds of his mother's pussy and gently worked his tongue between the thick pussy-lips. Helen's cunt-juice immediately began to flow and Jason eagerly lapped it up, grunting and noisily smacking his lips as he savored the tangy flavor.
"Ohhhhh, Jason!"
It was just too incredible – the sounds, the delicious sensations, the fact that it was her own son who was eating her pussy – and Helen moaned and shuddered and rolled her head from side to side in a state of utter ecstasy.
"Ohhh, baby! That's so good. God! Eat my pussy! I can hardly stand it – oh, baby – eat me!"
Jason gorged himself on his mother's cunt, thrusting his tongue deep into her musky hole and sucking up her hot juices. As Helen writhed and twisted, he expanded his licking and lapping to include the whole of her bulging cunt-slit.
Helen reached down, grabbed his head with both hands and mashed his face against her pussy. Bucking her ass up and down, she repeatedly jammed her pussy into her son's mouth.
"Jason!" she cried. "Oh, baby, eat me out! It feels so good I can't stand it! Lick it, baby, lick it! Make your mother come!"
Helen's mind was in a turmoil. She knew that it was a terrible sin to let her son go down on her – even a worse sin perhaps than letting him fuck her – but she was helpless in the grip of her ever mounting lust and she wanted him to keep on eating her forever.
"God, I can't stand it!" she gasped, twisting so violently on the bed that Jason had difficulty keeping his mouth on her pussy. She quickly pulled his head back into position. "Oh, don't stop, baby! Don't stop!"
Jason wrapped one arm around her thigh and held her tightly as he shoved two fingers of his other hand into her gushing cunt-hole. He finger-fucked her pussy with short, quick strokes while continuing to lap at her clit. He licked it and sucked it, working it between his lips. Helen shrieked and lifted her ass off the bed, grinding her tortured pussy against his probing fingers and tongue.
"That's it!" she screamed. "I'm coming, I'm coming! Oh, Jason, my darling! Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ahhhbrrrgggg!"
Helen came hard, her pussy spewing a sudden splash of hot, clear cunt-juice into her son's sucking mouth. Jason immediately thrust his tongue deep into her creaming hole andslurped up every drop. Then he finished her off by sucking hard on her throbbing, tingling clit, which caused her to scream, clutch at his head and wriggle her sweaty ass against the sheets.
"That's enough," she said, gasping for breath. And it was. Far the moment, Helen was as satisfied as she would ever be.
Totally exhausted, she sank back onto the bed and flung her arms to either side. She was still trying to catch her breath. She watched as Jason got to his feet and stood panting above her. His massive prick was fully erect and standing out from his groin like the gnarled and sinewy trunk of an old tree. Helen gasped with renewed excitement.
"Oh, ny God, baby, just look at you! You're as hard as a rock!"
Helen vas thrilled to see that her son had become so aroused by going down on her pussy. It seem to justify somehow what she had allowed him to do.
"Mom? Would you get up on the bed and lie straight? I'm gonna fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked."
"Honey, you just did," she said as she shifted herself around and stretched out with her head on the pillow. "You gave me a superb fuck in the bathroom."
"Then I'm gonna do it again!"
"All right, dear." Her big tits jiggled on her chest as she drew up her legs and spread them wide.
Jason proceeded to mount his mother climbing onto the bed and positioning himself above her. Supporting his weight on one arm, he reached down with the other and took hold of his cock. As Helen watched, he slid the cockhead down over the fuzzy hump of her cunt mound and then gently nudged the tip between her slick, burning pussy-lips.
"Oh, put it in, baby, put it in!" She could feel her pussy-lips parting to receive his hard, swollen cock-knob. "Oh God, it feels like heaven!"
He braced himself on his outstretched arms and slowly eased himself forward. Helen groaned. Lifting her head, she peered down between her naked tits as the blue-veined shaft of her son's hard prick fucked steadily into the tight hole of her clinging pussy.
"Ohh, Jason!" she gasped, letting her head drop back onto the pillow. "Oh, fuck me, baby, fuck me!"
He began to fuck her forcefully now, thrusting his rigid prick again and again into her juicy, sucking cunt. Helen raised her legs and crossed her ankles over the small of his back. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she began bouncing her lean white ass off the bed, meeting his thrusts eagerly and banging her hairy cunt mound against the broad base of his pounding cock.
"Fuck me, Jason!" Helen cried. "Fuck my cunt! God, I can feel it so deep! You're so big, baby, your cock is so big! Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
With a hoarse cry, Jason flung himself down on top of his mother's heaving body, flattening her huge tits and digging his strong fingers into the sweaty cheeks of her ass. He began fucking her wildly, moving his stiff prick in and out of her burning cunt and grunting loudly in her ear. Helen lifted her pelvis to meet every bone-jarring thrust.
"Fuck me!" she screeched. "Oh, my darling, fuck me! Oh God, I can't stand it! Oh, my pussy's so hot! Fuck my hot pussy with your fucking cock!"
Jason fucked his mother's pussy as hard and fast as he could, slamming his rigid prick again and into her slurping cunt. His big prick was awesomely hard and erect, and Helen felt certain that her sweating, grunting son would soon be blasting another load of boiling jism into her burning cunt.
And she would certainly come too. Her pussy was tingling and convulsing, the way it always did just before she reached a climax. She knew that even before Jason's scalding jism gushed into her cunt, she would experience a complete and satisfying orgasm of her own. The inner walls of her cunt were already beginning to tighten around the rigid shaft of Jason's thrusting cock. She knew it was only a matter of seconds.
"Jason, I'm coming!" she screamed. "Fuck me – ahhhgg! Fuck me, fuck me! Christ, I'm – gahhhhhhh!"
Her orgasm went on for nearly a minute. The convulsions rippled outward from the depths of her cunt as her pussy muscles contracted spasmodically around her son's pounding cock.
Then Jason growled and jammed his cock as deep as it would go, shaving it all the way into her cunt and holding her in an iron grip. Spurts of jism gushed from his prick in rhythm with the spasms of his mother's pussy, and Helen gave a shriek of lustful, sensual joy.
Her son's second load was just as large as the first. Helen could feel it squirting into her pussy, filling her up, and laying the tortured walls of her ravished cunt. Shameless, she grunted with pleasure as the spunky fluid oozed from her pussy and trickled down her inner thighs, tickling her.
Smiling blearily, she hugged her exhausted son and gently flexed her pussy muscles to squeeze out the last drops of jism from his thick, meaty prick.
"Well, Mom," Jason said hoarsely, "how was that?"
"It was great, baby," she said. "These sheets are really soaked." She could feel a wet spot spreading beneath her body. "We'd better get up so I can change the bedding."
Jason laughed.
"That's my Mom," he said.
His flagging cock was still buried in her sodden pussy.
"That's right," she murmured. "I'm still your mother. Even if I don't act like it."
And then she thought of her mother. How in the world would she ever be able to face her mother?
"Jason, Jason, my darling."
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Jason, I don't think I'll be able to keep this from your grandmother. She has to be told."
"Don't worry, Mom," Jason said. "I'll go and tal Grandma."
"Oh you, dear? Good. I think that's best."
"So do I," Jason said.