Beth knew that it was up to her to patch things up, if that was possible. Besides, talking to her son about his voyeurism seemed like a possibility for kinky enjoyment.
Beth took a deep breath, then opened the door. She went to Tom's room and knocked.
Tom didn't answer.
"Tom, we'd better talk about this," she said.
No answer.
Beth opened the boy's door. He was lying face down on his bed.
"Tom, don't be embarrassed," Beth said. "I know how it is for a kid your age. I don't blame you for peeking through my keyhole."
Tom remained quiet. Beth went to his bed and sat on the edge.
"So you saw me masturbating," Beth said. "Even grown women do it, especially if they don't have a man around."
Beth reached out and touched Tom on the shoulder, but she felt him recoil.
She couldn't think of anything else to say that might make the boy feel better. Of course she could admit that she had peeked through his keyhole too, but she couldn't quite bring herself to do that.
"Really, honey, I don't mind your seeing me rubbing off," Beth continued. "We can't on living together without talking to each other."
But the boy remained in a cocoon of silence.
Beth didn't think that Tom was still feeling horny, but he was. As soon as she entered his room his passion returned. Even Tom was amazed at himself, but the chick he'd just watched rubbing off was sitting on his bed, and he felt a powerful longing to grab her.
In fact, one reason Tom was so withdrawn was because he was afraid he might grab his mother's tits if he let himself even look at her.
Beth was getting desperate though. She was afraid that if Tom didn't talk to her now, their relationship might be permanently damaged. Finally, she decided to play her hump card.
"I have an admission to make," Beth said solemnly.
She waited a few seconds while she gathered her courage.
"I peeked through your keyhole once too," she sail softly, "and I saw you jerking off."
That did it. Tom spun around and looked at his mother with shocked surprise.
"So I understand exactly how you feel," Beth said. "When I peeked in at you I was so horny I couldn't help myself. I know you felt the same way."
"You peeked through my keyhole?" Tom asked in amazement.
"Yes. So you see, we're even," Beth said. Now that Tom knew his mother had witnessed his jerking off he felt an even stronger attraction for her. He wondered if she had seen one of his more outlandish jerk-off sessions or simply one of the usual where he merely looked at a skin magazine and pumped his prick.
It didn't matter. All that mattered now was the desperation that Tom had after seeing this woman rub herself off.
Beth was thinking the same thing. If she'd only known that her son was at her keyhole she could have taken advantage of the situation, but flow it seemed like a standoff.
It was becoming clear to both of them that something was in the air. They were staring into each other's eyes, and the atmosphere was highly charged with lust.
Beth's robe suddenly fell open, exposing her tits. She made the slightest motion to close it, but then stopped herself.
Tom's eyes lowered from his mother's eyes to her chest, and Beth saw his eyes widen at the sight.
Neither of them would ever be able to explain it later, but suddenly something happened. All barriers suddenly fell, and the two horny people were freed from the restraints of the incest taboo.
They were in each other's arms, and their mouths came together in a hungry kiss. When they wrapped their tongues together they knew that their perverted dreams were about to come true.
Tom was confident that his mother's body was now his, so he didn't hesitate to slip a hand into her robe and capture a giant boob.
"Oh, Tom," Beth cried as she felt her son's fingers exploring her tit.
Just as she'd thought, having her own son in her arms was the most erotic experience of Beth's life. She didn't know why, but that's the way it was.
Of course, for Tom, grabbing a huge knocker was so fabulous that he didn't know if incest had anything to do with his excitement. He didn't have much to compare this experience with, but he did know that he was so excited he couldn't speak. All he could do was cling to his mother's tit and lick her opened mouth.
They lay on the bed and their legs intertwined like vines. As Tom ran his hands over his mother's jugs her robe opened completely. Having a naked body pressing against him, especially his mother's naked body, robbed Tom of whatever sense he had. Blindly and automatically Tom wiggled down to his mother's tits. He buried his face between them and began stuffing his mouth with her big globes of soft flesh.
Beth was only slightly in control. She understood what was happening, but didn't want to fight it. This is what she'd been obsessed with for weeks, and now that it was actually happening she had to go along with it.
Just as she'd imagined in her fantasies, Tom was a rough and wild lover. The inexperienced boy was biting her tits too hard, but Beth didn't tell him to ease up. The slight pain only made her pleasure grow.
Tom's fingers, as they dug into his mother's cunt, were greedy and persistent. He pulled the lips of her pussy apart and stuck his finger up her slot.
Beth felt as though a wild animal had caught her, but instead of terror, the experience filled her with incredible passion.
She knew Tom was being so clumsy that if he were anyone but her son, Beth would have thrown him out of bed. But he was her son, and for some perverted reason that fact gave Beth all the kinky pleasure she could want.
Tom soon had two fingers up his mother's twat. He stretched and reamed that narrow passage, and continued to gobble her tits as though he was starving.
Beth was losing patience, and began to tug at the boy's belt. Tom didn't help her. He was too out of his mind with passion, so Beth had to struggle with the belt buckle by herself.
It wasn't easy, but Beth finally had her boy's prick in her hand.
"O-o-o-o-o, what a nice, big prick," she said.
Tom didn't seem to hear her though, or at least he didn't answer. His mouth still gabbled Beth's tit-flesh.
Beth ran her fingers along Tom's veined shaft, then weighed his balls in her hand. He was very well equipped, she was glad to discover.
But holding his prick wasn't enough, Beth knew. She had to taste it, suck it. She managed to pull herself out of Tom's embrace and take her tits from his hands and mouth.
Deprived of those warm globes, Tom opened his eyes to see what was going on. Beth recognized the look of fear in his eyes as he thought his mother was abandoning him.
"Lie back, honey," Beth said as she pushed the boy down on his back.
When Tom realized his mother wasn't going anywhere, he lay quietly, then realized what she was going to do. He began writhing and crawling again, but Beth managed to hold him in one place long enough to get into sucking position.
She gripped his cock like a baseball bat. Tom propped himself up on the bed with his elbows so he could see exactly what his mother was doing, and even though he saw her hold her head over his prick, the idea of getting a blow-job seemed too good to be true.
Tom was soon writhing with the rapture of feeling his mother's soft tongue stroking his cock.
He dropped his shoulders down on the bed, but then propped himself up again. He could not lie still while having his prick sucked this way.
His mother opened her mouth wide around his prick and moved her tongue around his swollen prick-knob. Tom never knew anything could feel so good.
"O-h-h-h-h," he moaned in delirious joy.
While she sucked him Beth ran her fingers over the teens stomach and thighs. She tried to keep his body from shaking off the bed, but the only way she could keep him down was to hold onto his balls.
Beth could tell by the taste of her son's prick that he had come not too long ago, so she knew she could suck him with vigor and not have to worry about bringing him off too soon. Beth began applying her best cock-sucking techniques to her son's prick, and Tom lost his mind with the resulting pleasure.
By the time Beth moved her head up and down, sliding Tom's prick down her throat, both were firm believers in the glory of incest. They were also beginning to realize all the joy they were going to get from each other.
As Beth held on to Tom's balls, she maneuvered her fingers beneath those big, nuts and tickled him near his asshole. Her middle finger even fluttered over Tom's tight asshole.
"Uh-h-h-h-h," Tom moaned. "Oh, Mom, uh-h-h-h-h."
As much as Beth loved feeling Tom's prick twitching in her mouth, she lifted her head. Tom's cock was shining with her saliva, but Beth was eager to feel his prick in her cunt. When she thought how wild a fucking Tom was going to give her she couldn't delay it another second.
Beth lay down with her head at the foot of the bed. Her spread crotch was open for Tom's inspection, and he stared into it, fascinated and cunt-struck.
"Fuck me, honey," Beth whispered, but Tom didn't leap between his mother's spread legs as she thought he would.
For one thing, he was so dazed by what was happening that he was almost paralyzed. For another, before sticking his prick into her cunt, he was going to take this opportunity to examine that unfamiliar place.
Tom crawled to his mother's crotch. Without taking his eyes from her gash he reached for it with one hand.
Since he'd never had the chance to peer into an open cunt before his mouth opened in rapt lust as he looked between the gaping lips of his mother's cunt.
Tom saw the inner lips and the darkness of her deep pit, and saw the spot where he knew her clit lay hidden. Sure enough, when he pressed that spot his mother's body heaved, and she sighed with passion.
Then Tom watched as his middle finger disappeared up her tunnel, and remembered finger-fucking Joyce. He had done it blindly then, but watching his finger pierce his mother's pussy made it much more thrilling.
With her son's complete attention at her cunt Beth bathed in perverted splendor. She didn't try to hide her pleasure; instead she let her body writhe and her voice ring out.
"O-o-o-o-o!" she cried. "Tom, stick another finger in my twat."
Tom did more than she asked, he stuck two more fingers up her tight cuntal-sleeve.
As he moved those fingers around in Beth's slippery cunt his eyes moved from her cunt to her tits to her face. Even after watching his mother rub herself off, the lust her body now expressed filled the boy with explosive excitement.
When the pink, soaking interior of Beth's cunt began to seem familiar, Tom was ready to stick his prick in his mother.
He pulled his fingers from his mother's cunt, then lay on top of her. Tom felt his chest press against his mother's tits at the same time he felt his prick press into the bristling curls of her pussy.
He gasped loudly in his passion, but when he tried to push his prick into the waiting snatch he found that it wasn't as easy as he thought it might be.
The lint few lunges sent his cock crashing towards his mother's ass, and the next few made his prick-tip hit her clit and then slide up over her stomach.
"Ah-h-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h-h," Beth moaned as her clit was bit. She reached down and took Tom's prick into her hand. Pulling the rod to the right spot she soon had Tom's cock jerking inside of her.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," Beth sighed as her cunt stretched over his enormous tool.
Tom gasped as he felt his prick lodged in its tint cunt. Although he'd tried to imagine what fucking would be like, he now knew that he had never even gotten close to guessing how wonderful it would feel.
His prick continued to throb, but now it throbbed in the hot sheath of his mother's body. The lining of her twat held his prick with the softest grip it had ever experienced.
Tom began pumping and found the real beauty of fucking. "Ah-h-h-h-h," he moaned in ecstatic amazement.
With every plunge of his tender prick-head in Beth's wet, satin-lined pussy, Tom felt a charge of intense bliss rushes through him.
Jerking off had never been like this, he thought. As though he couldn't get enough, he pumped his cock as fast as he could. The cunt lining rushed back and forth over his cock, and Tom began to soar towards the dizzying heights of passion. The fucking was at least as exciting for Beth because Tom rammed his prick in her with more energy and power than anyone else ever had.
Tom lunged his hips so furiously that with every stroke Beth jerked violently. Her head hit the foot-board of the bed and her tits heaved with each thrust of the cock in her.
"God, Tom!" she gasped. "I've never been fucked so wonderfully!"
But Tom was too busy to respond. All his attention was on the sensation of having his prick slid in the firm grip of his mother's twat.
As his balls swung and bounced against Beth's ass Tom began to feel the long-awaited stirrings of an orgasm. That first orgasm at his mother's keyhole had been so powerful that it had taken his body a while to recover.
Now he was going to have an even greater climax, he knew. He might not have much jism to give his mother, but the intensity of his pleasure was going to be sensational.
Beth was going to come with him. Her body was already trembling and her cunt was spasming. "E-e-e-e-e-e-e!" Beth began howling.
Tom could feel his mother convulse beneath him, but he kept jerking his hips, driving his cock relentlessly.
Then his orgasm hit. It was even greater than he'd expected. Never before had he felt such supreme pleasure.
Tom's cock kept pumping. It was burning with the electric charges of sexual glory, and the pleasure burned throughout his entire body.
"Ah-h-h-h-r-r-r-r-r," he growled like a lion.
Beth grabbed handfuls of her son's hair and lifted his face so that she could watch him coming. Still in the throes of her own ecstasy, Beth saw how Tom's face contorted in a grimace of passion.
In his intoxication of lust Tom knew his mother was staring at his face, and for the young fucker it made his first fuck even better. His mother was watching his ecstasy, and he felt completely under her control.
Tom pumped, writhed and moaned for long seconds before collapsing on his mother's tits. As he lay there he realized that his mother was gasping in post-fucking exhaustion.
Tom was proud of himself. Not only had he finally gotten fucked, but he had fucked the sexiest chick he knew, and he had given his mother a great orgasm.
He felt his body being lifted by his mother's heaving tits and knew that she was as happy as he.
"Oh, Tom," Beth sighed. "That was terrific! Really, honey, that was the best fuck I've ever had! And I've wanted to fuck you for a long time." She gave the boy a tight hug as she spoke.
"Did you really want to fuck me for a long time?" Tom asked.
Beth told him that she had. Tom then admitted that he'd been longing to fuck her for a long time too.
"But this has to be our secret," Beth told him. "After all, mothers and sons aren't supposed to fuck each other."
"I won't tell anyone," Tom said, "but we can do it some more, can't we?"
Beth laughed, and as she did, her cunt gripped Tom's limp cock with the spasms of her laughter, and as he felt her cunt clamping his prick as she laughed, Tom's prick began stiffening.
Before long they were fucking again. Tom hadn't pulled his cock out of his mother's body between fucks, and they both were willing to continue for as long as the prick could keep its hardness.