Helen Palmer drew deeply on her cigarette and squinted at her son across the breakfast table. He wasn't paying attention to his food like he usually did, and she suspected why. It was that damn waitress showing herself off like a common whore. She could see her son squirming in his chair, even reaching under the table to stealthily rearrange himself.
Helen Palmer was still very attractive and well preserved, not turned to fat like so many middle-aged women, though a trifle plump. She had always been chesty, but her tits didn't hang down to her belly button; they were still firm and proud.
"What's the matter, Peter?" she asked. "You're acting strange this morning. Don't you feel well?"
"I'm okay, Mom, just sleepy. We started awful early."
"You're right, honey, but I want to get home tonight if we can. You can crawl in the back seat and take a nap and I'll drive. I feel good this morning."
The waitress returned.
She was young, about eighteen or nineteen, and she was built. Her skirt was tight and short, clinging to her round ass and showing off most of her smooth, bare legs. Her blouse was even tighter, and low cut, revealing a deep cleavage between heavy, braless tits. Her dark nipples could be seen through the thin, white material. A tiny apron tied tightly around her waist gave her an hourglass shape. The girl was cute and she knew it. She knew she was turning Peter on, too.
The girl bent over farther than necessary to refill their coffee cups. She smiled at Peter. "Is there anything else you'd like?" she asked sweetly, knowing full well what else the young man would like.
"Just the check," Helen said testily.
She could see that her sixteen-year-old son was really turned on, and she wondered what his little cock looked like all swollen with blood and desire. It had been years since she had seen him naked. She realized what she was thinking and blushed, and then again she wondered what his cock looked like. Had it grown? Of course it had grown. Was it hard? She looked away from her son and pushed back her chair.
Helen paid the check and they walked out to the car. "You get in the back and sleep; I'll drive. You can drive this afternoon after you've rested." Peter crawled into the back seat and stretched out on his back, trying to imagine what the waitress' big tits looked like without the blouse. They were big and soft and round, and the nipple was dark and hard. In his mind, he sucked on one of her ripe nipples and slid his hand under her skirt; of course, she wasn't wearing panties, and he immediately felt the thick hair on her pussy; it was wet and sticky. His hand slid into his pocket and squeezed his hard prick. He masturbated as best he could through the cloth of his pocket.
In the front seat, Helen adjusted the mirror until she could see her son. She could see he was playing with himself, and she almost gasped aloud when he removed his hand from his pocket, unzipped his pants, and reached inside. It was obvious he was masturbating. She had never thought of Peter jacking off, and it excited her. Her boy was a male animal; he had a prick, and it would get hard, and if he pulled on it enough it would squirt that nice milky stuff. Her throat was dry.
She felt the wetness in her panties and she put her hand between her legs. But it wasn't enough to massage her pussy, it never had been. Helen was one of those women who needed penetration, preferably deep penetration. A cock going in and out was what she needed. Helen didn't masturbate much, only when she felt the need strongly, only when she was unusually stimulated, and her own son was stimulating her unusually.
Helen Palmer no longer enjoyed sex with her husband. Perhaps it was because of the daily routine of marriage, or the dulling effect of familiarity, or maybe Dan was just a lousy lover. At any rate, the thrill was gone. She certainly didn't want it this way, but the thought of the same man, the same technique, and yes, the same prick in her cunt left her cold.
Peter's prick was a new prick. She fought against the ugly thoughts forming in her mind. She looked into the mirror and saw her son's hand inside his fly; he was pulling at his cock faster; the ugly thoughts came back, stronger than before.
She saw a huge service-station sign and swerved off the road.
"Go ahead and sleep, Son: I'm going to get some gas. And I need to go potty," she said. "I forgot at the cafe."
Peter pulled his hand from his fly and quickly zipped up. "Okay, Mom," he said, trying to sound half asleep.
Helen got out of the car and told the attendant to fill it up. She went into the ladies' room, pissed frantically, wiped her pussy with care, and put her panties into her purse.
She glanced at the dirty, streaked mirror, looking for signs of perverted lust in her face. She saw none and sighed with relief.
When she returned to the car, she was startled to see Peter sitting behind the wheel. "I thought you were napping," she said, opening the door.
"I couldn't sleep, Mom. You crawl in on the other side and I'll drive," he said.
He knew he couldn't bring himself off with his mother in the front seat, and he had even thought of going into the men's room and jerking off, but gave the whole thing up as a bad deal. He was soft now, anyway.
Helen was disappointed, very disappointed. She had been counting on watching her son fondle himself while she masturbated. Her need for a deep, satisfying orgasm was strong. Reluctantly, she got in the seat beside him.
"Are you sure you feel like it, Peter?" she asked.
"I feel fine, Mom," he answered.
Peter's cock was soft when he pulled from the gas station, but it didn't stay that way for long. The wing on Helen's side was open and the wind lifted her light skirt halfway up her thighs. A quick look told him that her eyes were closed, so he stared brazenly at his mother's exposed legs. He fought off the urge to reach over and lift her hem higher. Helen moaned softly, opened her legs, and the wind did the job for him, her skirt blowing several inches higher.
"It's awfully warm in here," Helen mumbled. Her hand tugged at her bodice, pulling several buttons open.
Peter's eyes widened at the sight of his mother's cleavage, which was much deeper than the girl's at the cafe. He could see that her tits were even bigger than he had thought. His hand dropped to his leg and he started to rub himself again. His cock was hard as a rock. He looked at her legs which were bare well above mid-thigh. He was soon jacking off through his trouser leg, untroubled that he might come inside his pants.
Helen watched him for several minutes, her passion a mixture of doubt and lust. She sat up abruptly and opened her eyes wide. "What on earth are you doing, Peter?" she cried.
The startled boy jerked his hand back to the wheel, his face reddening. "Nothing, Mom, honest."
"Don't lie to me, Peter. You were playing with yourself, weren't you?"
"Yes," he answered weakly.
"Why would you do such a thing?"
Peter was unaccustomed to lying to his mother and blurted out, "I was looking at your legs."
"Pull the car over to the side," she snapped.
Peter didn't know what to think. He slowed the car and eased onto the shoulder. His heart was pounding when he finally brought the vehicle to a stop. His cock had wilted to nothing.
"Push the seat back all the way," she said.
Peter did as he was told, confused now at his mother's actions.
"Don't you know it's not good for a young boy to get sexually excited and not get any relief. It could make you impotent later on in life," she said.
Peter trembled as his mother's hand reached over and boldly unzipped his fly. His mind reeled with amazement, unable to grasp what was happening, when her warm fingers slipped inside and circled his cock.
"Oh, you've gone soft already!" she cried, hauling his cock out.
With fascination she watched his smooth, young prick swell in her hand, first matching in size, and then surpassing his father's.
"My God, it's so big," she said. "I had no idea…"
With slow, deliberate strokes, she slid her hand up and down his cock, squeezing firmly each time her palm came up over his cherry knob. Her nostrils flared.
"Oh, Mama, that feels so good!" he cried.
"Just relax and enjoy it, honey. Mother will take care of you." She glanced quickly into his eyes. "You must have relief, you know."
Her glance returned to her moving hand and she stared as though hypnotized at his magnificent cock-head. It was so proud, and so smooth and hard and red, and so Goddamned big, much bigger than his father's. His whole cock was bigger than his father's. She gripped it in the middle and there was leftovers above and below. It was the cock of a stallion, not a sixteen-year-old boy.
The urge to bend over and take it in her mouth was so strong that it terrified her. She didn't dare. Never, ever would she want him to know that his own mother would do such a thing.
Helen had once had a wild passion for cock-sucking, a passion long since cooled. She had the mistaken impression that her husband thought it was dirty and degrading. Dan and Helen did not communicate very well.
Helen developed her taste for cock-sucking while still in high school. She was unusually well developed by the time she was fifteen, and since she looked like a sexpot, boys expected her to act like one. And she didn't disappoint them.
She was only fifteen when the first male hand slipped inside her panties, and not many minutes older when she discovered the thrill of a hot, pulsing prick in her hand. She was young and afraid to fuck, so she sucked him off. From then on, every boy she dated deposited his slime in her mouth at least once.
She had wanted to go to her marriage bed a virgin, but it just wasn't in the cards. Her uncle took her cherry while she was staying with them to care for his infant son while his wife was in the hospital having another. They slept together every night she was in the hospital. And of course there were several others after that.
Helen continuing jacking off her son. Unlike his daddy's cock, Peter's was circumcised, making the head look so huge and smooth. She realized she wanted it down between her legs, to feel the swollen bulb push slowly up into her cunt. The thought of intercourse with her son revolted her, yet she still wanted it.
"Does that feel good, honey?" she said.
"It feels wonderful, Mother. It feels wonderful. Please don't stop."
"I won't, baby, not until you come. Are you getting close?"
"Yes, yes! Go faster, Mama, I'm almost there!"
It made her tingle to think of her son's semen gushing out over her hand. She knew she could never come herself without touching between her legs, but it was thrilling just to be holding his hard cock in her hand, knowing she was going to bring him off.
When he popped, she was unprepared for the explosion, having forgotten how much farther young boys squirt their stuff. He grunted and hunched, spurting out onto the steering wheel, onto his pants, onto her hand. Still she pumped on, refusing to stop until he was dry.
"Was it good, darling?" she asked, still holding his gooey cock in her hand.
"Oh, Mom! It was wonderful! Better than it's ever been."
"Do you do it often?"
"Pretty often." He blushed. "I wish you could do it for me all the time."
I wish I could too, Helen thought. She was blushing, too.
Helen turned away from him to get her purse and quickly sucked his cum from her hand. She took out several tissues and cleaned up the mess.
About five o'clock Helen hunched her shoulders in a gesture of fatigue and said, "I'm too tired to drive any more. I think we'll get a motel and drive on in the morning."
At the next town Helen pulled into a big motel with a restaurant and lounge.
"Let's stop over to the restaurant and eat, honey," she said to Peter after they had registered.
"I need a drink to relax before we eat. You don't mind, do you?"
"No, go ahead," he answered.
The one drink before dinner turned into an even dozen. After the fourth, she ordered one for Peter every other round. Peter was feeling quite good and Helen was drunk by the time dinner arrived.
The liquor stimulated Peter's appetite and he ate ravenously. She had two more drinks after dinner. Peter had never seen his mother tight before.
On the way back to their room, she stumbled and almost fell Peter put his arm around his voluptuous mother, his hand snugged against the underside of one breast. She leaned heavily against him.
Peter helped her inside. "Gosh, Mom, there's only one bed," he said.
"Well, never mind about that, just get ready for bed and crawl in. We're so tired I don't think we'll keep each other awake, anyway. I'm going to take a hot shower."
After Helen had gone into the bathroom. Peter took off all his clothing. The cool, crisp sheets felt good against his bare skin, especially his cock, which was half hard.
When Helen stepped from the bathroom, he pretended to be asleep, but he almost gasped out loud. His mother was wearing her robe, but she hadn't pulled it closed. He could see half of each tit and all of her hair-covered mound.
"That felt wonderful," she said. "Are you asleep yet?"
"Mmmmmffff," Peter mumbled, rolling onto his side so he could see her better. He kept his eyes half closed.
Peter's prick was at full attention.
She lit a cigarette and sat down in a chair facing the bed, her robe falling completely open. Peter could see both her tits, the nipples big and dark, and her soft belly tapered down to a thick nest of hair.
She crossed her legs for a minute, then uncrossed them. They came apart, a little at first, then widely. Peter's eyes came open at the sight of her pink, pouting cunt; Helen pretended not to notice. She sat like this until she was sure he was good and hot, then she got up, snuffed out the cigarette, and turned off the lights. Her robe slithered to the floor before she crawled into bed with him.
Peter rolled onto his back and lay rigid.
Helen's hand slid across his bare chest. "Are you asleep?" she asked softly.
"Not completely," he answered, trying to sound drowsy.
"Would you like to kiss Mother goodnight?" She didn't wait for his answer, but moved close and pressed her mouth over his. Her hand moved in a circular motion on his chest while they kissed, going lower and lower until she touched his pubic hair.
"You're not wearing any underwear!" she cried.
"No. I always sleep naked, Mom."
Her fingertips slid down into his hair until they brushed against his cock. "Son, you're hard again!" she cried.
"I know it, Mom. I couldn't help it."
"Why?" Her fingers slowly closed around his hard prick. "Why do you have a hard-on again?"
"You know why. I wasn't really asleep and I was looking at you. You're so sexy and beautiful Mom. Will you masturbate me again? Please?"
"I might have to. You certainly feel like you need it," she said, already pulling gently on his cock. "Oh, Peter, it makes me blush, even in the dark, but holding you like this makes me so… hot."
She moved closer to him, her hand moving steadily. "Have you ever gone all the way with a girl?" she whispered.
"No, Mom, never."
"Have you ever felt a girl up, under her clothing, I mean?"
"No," he answered again.
"I'm not wearing anything, Peter," she said, and put his hand on her bare belly. "Move your hand down between my legs, honey." She closed her eyes and hissed softly while his hand moved down into her pubic bush.
"It isn't good for a sixteen-year-old boy to be completely innocent. Later, when you marry, you should know what to do. Your father didn't know what to do on our wedding night. He was scared and clumsy and it took a great deal of adjusting to get over it. He hurt me and I think I sometimes still resent it. Put your finger up inside me."
Her cunt was wet and his finger went in smoothly.
"Easy, baby, not too rough. Move it in and out, Peter. Yes, like that! Ooooooh, honey! It feels as good to me as it did to you when I played with you this afternoon."
Helen moved so one of her large tits was near his face.
"I nursed you when you were a baby, Peter; suck me now like you did then. My nipples are very excitable. I shouldn't tell you this, but it used to excite me when I nursed you, and sometimes I would masturbate while you nursed and have the most glorious orgasms; not always, but pretty often. I liked to play with your tiny cock, too. I even…" Helen knew she was saying too much, but she felt drunk and hot, "… even took it in my mouth. You don't remember, but it would get hard when I played with it even then, and especially when I sucked it." She held his face against her big tit so he couldn't see her blush. "Oh honey, it excited your mommy so to suck your cock when you were a baby."
"Would you suck it now, Mother? Please!" he asked excitedly.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes! Anything you want. But only a little, because I think… I want you to… to…" Her voice was a hoarse whisper. "I'm going to say it, Peter. I want you to fuck me. Do you want to?"
"Oh, God, Mama, yes!" he cried.
She rolled onto her back, pulling his hand from between her legs. "Come on top of me, Son, now! I want to feel you inside me. I'll suck you all you want later, or even in the morning, but fuck me now!"
She let him settle comfortably on top of her and reached between their bodies and found his prick. It was as large as a grown man's, larger than Dan's. She nuzzled the thick knob against the length of her slit before she pushed it slowly inside the puffy lips. It popped into her cunt.
"Ooooooh, Son! My baby darling!" she moaned. "What have I been missing?"
He pushed in, his shaft going deeper. Helen spread her legs and lifted her knees to make penetration easier. He continued pushing until he was all the way in.
"Now just lie still for a few minutes," his mother said. "We'll call this your first lesson in how to please your future wife. I don't want her going through what I went through. Now start thrusting gently. Yes, yesssss… like that, in and out, in and out. Ohhh, honey, that's good. Not quite so fast, I don't want you to come too quickly. Let your new bride get there, too. She deserves a good come that first time."
They fucked deliciously for several minutes, Helen guiding him all the way. She stopped him each time she thought he was getting too close. The good tingles were already starting in her own belly.
"Is it good for you, Peter? Are you enjoying it as much as I am?" she asked.
"Oh yes, Mother, yes! It feels wonderful!"
"Did you want to fuck that waitress this morning?" Helen asked, trying to hold her orgasm off for a few more minutes.
"Yes, Mom. It was all I could think of."
"I thought you did. It made me a little jealous. That's why you started playing with your prick in the back seat, isn't it?"
"Yes, Mom."
"Have you ever wished you could fuck me before?"
"So many times I can't count them. I've peeked at you when you were dressing and then went to my room and jacked off."
His last remark did it. She started coming.
"Peter, oh Peter, I'm coming! Your mother's coming!" she cried. "Pull almost out and fuck with just the knob. Fuck fast, fast! Mmmmmm, darling! You have such a wonderful knob, so fat and hard! It feels so good!"
Her body was rigid as she jerked wildly. Her pussy gripped the head of his cock, squeezing and sucking.
Peter grunted deep in his throat when he felt his balls tighten and the fluid start. His juice slammed into her pussy in quick, thick spurts.
"Oh, Peter! Peter! Peter!" she moaned. "Come inside me! Fill my belly up with your stuff."
Later, Peter went to sleep in her arms. She cuddled him to her breast and held his slimy prick in her hand. It was such a large prick for a young boy; if it grew any more, he would be a real stud. His balls were big, too; the bag felt silky and was covered with soft hair.
Helen didn't go to sleep for a long while. She imagined her son fucking the stacked waitress in the back seat of the car while she drove down the road. Her fantasy spread to his fucking other girls. When she finally dropped off to sleep, her body tingled with a newborn sexual excitement.
Peter awakened first the next morning. He slowly recalled what had happened the night before and he put his hand between his mother's legs. They slowly moved open until he had complete access to her cunt. It was a very hairy cunt, and felt wet and slippery when he pushed two fingers up into her hole. It was warm and nice in there, too. She started moaning softly, her hips lifting up to meet his hand as he finger-fucked her.
His gentle fucking soon lulled her from her sleep. As her eyes opened and she realized what was happening, her fist closed around his hard cock. She moved it back and forth on his length, keeping time with his fingers in her cunt.
"You have such a nice hard-on, honey," she said sleepily. "Let's take a shower together and I'll suck you like I promised. We'll call it lesson number two."
She held his cock while he urinated and then he stood back and watched while she squatted over the bowl and pissed. She even spread the lips of her cunt so he could see.
In the shower, she soaped him all over, working up a thick lather around his prick and balls. She kneeled quickly and took the soapy shaft into her mouth. It went from half hard to very hard quickly. She sucked ravenously, taking him from head to deep throat and then back again. When she thought he was on the verge of spending, she let his cock fall free.
"Let's go in on the bed," she said.
They went into the bedroom. They were both wet and slippery. Peter pushed his mother onto the bed, her hair spreading wetly over the pillow, her legs falling open in invitation.
"I'm going to fuck you again, mother," he said.
"Yes, Peter, yes! I want you to!"
He fell on top of her and put his cock to the mouth of her cunt. He pushed in and easily went to the hilt with one easy motion. Helen grunted with pleasure and held him tightly, her hips urging him to fuck faster.
"Yesss, Peter, fuck your mother, fuck her good!" she hissed. "Make me feel good again, make me come again. Oooooh, honey, that feels so good! Don't hold off, keep going, faster… I'm almost there already… fuck me, come inside my cunt again. OH, Jesus, it feels good! I've needed this for so long. I… I… oh, yes, yes, I'm… Goddamn, fuck me faster… I'm there!"
Helen came first. She locked her legs around his back, humping with him thrust for thrust. It was so different than it was with Dan; it was the way fucking was supposed to be, hot and exciting. She didn't really feel it when he came, but he poured another load of sticky liquid inside her pussy.
It was a quick, hard fuck, but a very satisfying one for both. They felt drained and good.
They had breakfast at the motel restaurant and then started out. Peter drove for the first three hours while Helen pretended to doze. Her deed had finally sunk in, and she felt horrible about what she had done. She swore that it would never happen again, no matter how much she had enjoyed it, and she had enjoyed copiously.
They stopped for lunch and then Helen took the wheel. They were within twenty miles of home when Peter unzipped his pants and took his cock out. It was already bone hard from thinking about his lovely mother.
Helen stiffened. "No, Peter, we mustn't! Not ever again!"
Peter took his mother's hand from the wheel and placed it on his hard cock.
"Play with it for about a mile, Mother, then pull off to the side of the road and suck me off. All the way. You promised."
"No, Peter, no! What we did was wrong. I don't know what came over me. It was incest, and incest is wrong."
"No, Mom, it was good."
Helen held back a sob and pulled onto the shoulder. His cock was completely hard inside her hand. She pulled on the hand brake, the motor still running, and with a moan of frustration fell face down in his lap. Her mouth was open to receive the head of his cock.
Sucking in the fat head, she loved the male taste of her son, the sweat from the morning's drive, the natural pungent cock taste, and the salty clear fluid that oozed out to clear a path for the hot jism. She sucked urgently, rubbing the long shaft with her fist. It had been a long time since she had tasted male jizz, and she wanted it now. She had enjoyed sucking cocks, and she realized she enjoyed it now. Helen liked cock sucking.
Peter stiffened. "God, Mom, that feels so fucking good! Suck hard! I'm going to come! Take me in your mouth; swallow it!"
Helen felt the slimy gobs of goo squirting into her mouth. They were almost tasteless on her palate, yet they burned a fiery trail down her gullet. Men tasted different; some much better than others. Peter's tasted good, very good, and she swallowed with relish. She wished now that she hadn't been so faithful to Dan; there were quite a few men who would gladly fuck her, and who would just as gladly let her suck their cocks.
Peter fell back limp. "Jesus, Mother, that was wonderful. I just can't get enough. I want to know how you taste. I want to kiss your pussy."
Helen let him lift her dress and remove her panties; she wanted his mouth on her cunt. She spread her legs wide and held her breath.
Peter put his lips to his mother's thighs, kissing first one and then the other. He kissed the soft flesh, slowly working up until his nose caressed her cunt. He drew in the strong aroma of woman in heat. She was wet, the hair matted and sticky, and he licked at the wet hair before spreading the lips with his fingers and pushing his tongue inside. Helen gasped with pleasure.
He licked and sucked for a long time, holding her in a suspended state of orgasm. She didn't know when one spend stopped and the next started; they all felt good. When he finally lifted his youthful head from between her thighs, his cock was hard again.
"One more time, Mother," Peter said, "I want to fuck you one more time before we get home."
"In the back seat," Helen said. She wanted him to fuck her… one more time before they got home.
The affair had already gone too far. The point of no return was passed yesterday when she jacked him off. She knew it was wrong, but lust for his supple young body was too strong; his mouth had whetted her appetite and she wanted more. Peter was no longer her son, but just a boy, a male, someone to fuck her and make her feel good.
They got in the back seat and Peter once again filled his mother's cunt. He fucked her masterfully, confident and self-assured, bringing her off almost immediately. In fact, she had never really stopped coming from the moment that he slipped his tongue into her pussy.
"Is it good, Mom? Are you enjoying it?" Peter asked.
"I love it, love it… it feels so good!"
Helen had her legs up in the air, holding Peter's slim hips tightly in the "vee" of her crotch. His cock was so big, so hard, it almost hurt now. He would do a lot of fucking from now on. She knew she had started something that she couldn't control.
Peter jerked faster and spewed what goo he had left in his balls into her slimy cunt. He lay on top of her, gasping for breath.
"You'll know what to do on your wedding night now, Son," she mumbled in desperation.
"I sure will, Mom. I'll fuck the shit out of her, thanks to you," he said.
Thirty minutes later, they pulled into their driveway.