That evening Bill spent a lot of time admiring his mother's nearly naked, heavy-titted body. He was sitting in front of the kitchen window watching her putter in the garden. Her back was to him briefly, and his eyes bulged at the blazing whiteness of her half-exposed asscheeks. Kim liked gardening in the cool of the evening, and she was wearing a bikini.
Bill licked his dry lips. She was moving very unselfconsciously because she thought no one was around to see her. But Bill was going crazy with frustrated horniness. His balls ached. In fact, they felt like they were about to burst and spew cum all over the place. He had to grin, imagining his mother's reaction to such a sight. She wouldn't know what to do! Jeez, she used to kiss everything I hurt, he thought, letting his imagination run wild.
"Sure wish she'd kiss this ache," he mumbled to himself, visualizing those full, red lips pressed to his balls. He cupped his burgeoning cock and sighed.
Then his face brightened; an idea began to form. It was dirty, depraved and daring, but not so obvious that he needed to worry about his mother catching on. Slightly dangerous, yes, but so totally original there was no way he'd be found out!
"Yeah!" he exclaimed happily.
Quickly, he unzipped and pulled out his huge hard-on. Then he squeezed a vein and pricked it gently with a pin. When a drop of blood oozed out he lifted his pendulous balls and pulled the sac tight around them. Again the pin pricked a vein, and again a drop of blood began to ooze out.
Bill grinned and squeezed his cock and balls until the drops were fairly large. Then he smeared the blood around before continuing to squeeze.
Revising his plan slightly, he removed his pants and underwear and put on a pair of white trunks. The blood would show up better on them, he reasoned, and they'd be a lot easier to pull down. When several large drops of bright red blood had formed over the pin pricks, Bill wiped them off and dabbed them on the front of the trunks. Soon, he had a number of spreading red stains on the front of the white shorts.
Stepping quietly out the back door, he waited until his mother's back was turned, then sprawled out over the rake she'd left on the grass.
"Aghhhhhh!"
Kim quickly turned to see her son screaming and clutching at himself. When she saw the garden rake's sharp teeth under his belly her hands went to her mouth.
"Bill!" she cried, running to him, her flopping, white tits threatening to jump over the top of the small bikini. The boy watched his mother's great soft tits bounce and shudder. He prayed for his plan to succeed.
He rolled over, grabbing at his crotch, and Kim saw the red-stained trunks between his fingers. "Ohmigod!" she gasped, feeling her legs go weak. Bill groaned and staggered toward the house, then dragged himself onto the porch steps. Kim ran after him, her face white with fear and her big tits flopping.
"Bill! Bill!" she cried. "Y-you're bleeding! My God, you're bleeding! Oh, God! I'm sorry, I never thought about the rake… Let me see, how bad is it? Does it hurt? Are you all right?"
Bill moaned and whimpered and screwed up his face as he clutched his half-hard cock through the material of his trunks. He hoped Jack and Mary didn't hurry home and ruin everything, for his mother was just about to play into his hands. She was reaching for his trunks.
"N-no, Mom," he gasped painfully. "I'll be all right in a while. I think the bleeding's stopped."
"Oh, oh, ohhh," Kim chanted fearfully as she tugged at the waistband of her son's blood-stained trunks. Vivid images of the rake's sharp teeth stabbing into Bill's adolescent groin flashed again and again through her mind.
"Mom, don't!" Bill groaned as his hairy cock came into view.
Kim saw the blood on her son's huge prick and clapped a hand to her mouth. There was so much blood. And he looked so much larger than his father! More and more of the blood-streaked cockshaft was exposed by her trembling fingers, and Kim held her breath. God, there seemed to be no end to it!
Bill's already flushed face began to burn with lustful anticipation as his beautiful mother's heavy, hanging tits scraped softly across his shins and knees as she bent over him. The top of her tightly stretched bikini was pulled low, almost to the thick, protruding ends of her tits, and he knew that all it would take was an accidental nudge from his knee at the right spot for those big, spongy tits to pop free.
"Ohmigod!" Kim whispered, awestruck. Bill's shorts had caught momentarily on the ridge of his huge, domed cockhead, and she tugged fiercely. Bill groaned when he saw his mother's eyes widen as the great, purplish bulb snapped up, thumping the air and spraying her face and his belly with clear drops of sparkling pre-cum.
"Ohhhhhhh." Kim stared helplessly at her son's enormous hard-on. His equally impressive balls hung heavily, resting their weight on the porch step; she felt her face flush and her big nipples tighten.
My God, she thought, he just has to be bigger than his cousin! And thicker. Jeez, if his cock were any less lengthy, it would look like a fire plug, it was so big around! It hadn't seemed so big in the bathroom… Kim couldn't imagine him growing any larger with age.
"M-Mom." Bill whispered, and Kim came to her senses. God, how long had she been staring at his jerking prick? Long enough to make him wonder, that was for sure. Oh, God, her fingers were itching to wrap around the heated thickness of that swaying fuck-stick. Her son's prick!
Bill's breath was coming faster and faster as his heart hammered in his chest. The powerful emotions he was feeling as his mother's pretty, blushing face hovered inches from his exposed, aching hard-on were threatening to lurch out of control.
"Oh, Jeez, Mom," the boy moaned, "it-it hurts!" And he wasn't lying. The ache in his straining prick and cum-filled balls was more than enough to make him groan. He felt as if he would cum any minute, without even touching his cock!
Kim's small fingers trembled. She lifted her arm. When Bill saw his mother's soft hand approach his hard-on, he began to squirm with anticipation.
"Oh, Bill!" Kim whispered fearfully, motherly love vying with bitch-like lust. "Does it hurt that much? Won't it hurt even more if I-I touch it?"
"No, no," Bill groaned, hunching his ass and lifting his rampant cock until it bumped her hovering fingers. Instinctively, Kim closed her fist on the hot, meaty cock being shoved into her hand.
"Uhhh," Bill groaned, continuing to hunch, driving his burning prick through the tightness of his mother's hand. Suddenly a rush of thick, steaming jism shot out of his ballooning cockhead. It leaped into the air in thick white clumps, landing on Kim's startled face and the upper swells of her huge, quivering tits.
"Ugh, uhh, ahhh!" Bill grunted loudly as he came, staring incredulously at the changing expressions on his mother's cum-dripping face. Her shocked surprise quickly faded and was replaced by naked, lustful hunger. He thought she even moved her head a bit to let his falling cum-wads land nearer her lips, but that was impossible.
Now the thick warm streamers were dripping down her nose and cheeks, and Kim realized what was happening and drew back, pretending to sputter and choke. But she managed to taste some of Bill's cum without his noticing. Her eyes grew misty and her vision blurred as the heady, salty flavor brought back many memories. She forced herself to remain calm.
Don't grab him! she shouted in her mind, but her eyes remained fastened to his still-squirting prick. God, it was beautiful! If only she could suck in the fat, slimy head, or gather up all the cum from her face and tits and lick it from her fingers.
"Mom, Mom!" Bill cried, more than a little frightened by what he had done. Now that his horniness had passed, he became rational enough to fear his mother's anger.
"I didn't mean it!" the boy cried. "It was an accident, honest!"
Kim shivered and looked at her handsome son's stricken face, forgetting for a moment that her own face was still streaked with the glistening contents of his plump balls.
"I-I understand, Bill," she said, robot-like, remembering the lecture Nancy had given her about guilt. "I-I don't want you to feel bad or – or to worry about it. It's natural for a, uhh, guy to sort of, ahh, accumulate so much of that stuff that it just, uhh, jumps out without much help."
Kim drew a deep, shuddering breath as the fear in Bill's eyes faded. She hoped he wouldn't notice the growing wet spot in the crotch of her bikini bottoms. "Go inside, in the bathroom, I mean, and clean up and put some iodine on your cuts. I'll finish up out here."
But when he left, Kim quickly wiped her face with the fingers of her left hand and sucked the cooling jism from them while her right hand cupped her soaking cunt.
Thank God her back yard wasn't visible to the neighbors, Kim thought, as she stroked her hard clit. Sweat streamed down her face and thighs, and a flood of cunt-cream fell into her cupping palm. "Uhhhhh, gonna cum-m-m-m!" she groaned, shaking her shoulders and hips. Her big tits heaved like jello, then flopped heavily over the cups of her bikini.
"Ohhh, Bill, Bill!" she groaned as she climaxed.
There were two horny guys and two horny women at the supper table that evening, but everyone did their best to conceal their feelings. Jack's cock stirred, lengthened and hardened. He had to jerk off, but forced himself to wait. With his mother, wife and brother in the house, there was too much chance of being interrupted. But the thought of waiting until bedtime to get some relief was pretty unpleasant. But he waited, and his hard-on eventually wilted. But it came back again before dessert.
Bill, too, was hard enough most of the meal, for Kim and Mary both had dressed for warm weather, and everywhere he turned he saw a pair of juicy tits resting on the tabletop. He was too concerned with his own incestuous thoughts to notice that Jack had the same problem.
Mary was the only member of the family whose face wasn't flushed with more than the heat, but even she was suffering from a case of wet panties. Although she needed a good fuck, she'd never be so shameless as to hint at such a thing. In fact, she'd never used the word in her life, and cringed whenever she heard it.
But fucked was what she needed, and she knew it. She pressed her sticky thighs together as she ate, mechanically chewing her food as she milked her plump pussylips and stimulated her itchy clit. But she was too nervous to cum. There were too many people around. She'd wait until later, then bring herself off with her fingers.
Mary hated to masturbate, believing it to be not only sinful, but a sign of moral weakness. But it was less horrible than going to Jack like a bitch in heat and asking him to stick it to her. She wished Jack would get a job and let things return to normal, but it didn't look as if things were headed that way. She sighed and asked Kim to pass the salt.
After supper Mary visited Nancy, and Jack left to hang out at the local bar with some friends. He figured that a few drinks would help relieve some of the pressure in his balls. He was wrong.
Kim and Bill returned to the garden, both studiously ignoring the other's body. But Kim had put her bikini back on, and Bill had on a new pairs of trunks. The boy wasn't used to bending and kneeling so much, and from time to time Kim saw him stand and stretch and rub his lower back.
"What's the matter?" she joked when she heard him stifle a groan. "Can't keep up with your old mother?" She was trying to lighten the atmosphere between them, but it didn't work.
"Guess not," Bill said, wincing as he stretched again. "Anyway, you're not old."
"Well, sometimes I feel pretty old," Kim said. "Listen, you go in and soak in a hot tub – otherwise you'll really be sore tomorrow."
"Yeah, think I will," Bill said. Kim watched him enter the house, and couldn't help but think about her boy sitting naked in the bathtub, maybe with his thick prick jutting from the water.
Kim weeded and watered and gradually headed for the back door. She wouldn't admit it to herself, but she was hoping to catch a glimpse of her son's massive cock again.
She tiptoed down the hall, but he wasn't in the bathroom. She hesitated for a moment, confused by this unexpected occurrence. Then she saw the beads of water on the bottom of the tub and realized that he'd finished sooner than she'd expected. Disappointed, Kim slowly walked down the hall toward his bedroom. She saw the door was open and slowed, causally turning her head.
Bill was on his stomach on the bed. Except for a towel draped across his behind he was naked, and facing her, his head resting on his folded arms.
"Oh, hi, Mom," he said. "That hot bath helped a bit, but I think I'm still gonna be sore tomorrow."
Kim looked at her boy's handsome face, then at the towel covering his lean, muscular ass. She knew what was trapped between his belly and the bedspread, and her cunt began to itch and dribble. Then her clit poked its head against the material binding her wet crotch. She knew her will was weakening.
"Would-would you like me to rub your back a bit?" she asked.
Bill's eyes met hers briefly, then dropped; he nodded. "Yeah," he said softly, "maybe that'll help."
Eagerly, the hot-assed mother sat beside her scheming son and began kneading his shoulders. Bill groaned with mingled pleasure and anticipation, and she could actually see his tense muscles relaxing under her massaging fingers. She worked her way down his spine, slowly, until she was at the edge of the towel. She was hesitant about going lower, but she didn't want to return to his shoulders.
"How's this?" she asked in a strangled voice, compromising by slipping her hands to Bill's ribs and then to his hips.
Gradually, she became aware that Bill's ass was moving, and she carefully studied him. Yes, his ass was lifting and dropping ever so slightly-hunching, poking his prick into the mattress! Her big cocked son was actually fucking the bed with his naked prick while she was with him!
The thought of that beautiful, fat cock all long and hard and eager to squirt its load of hot cum erased the last vestige of her self-control. Her hands returned to his lower back, then slowly slid under the towel to squeeze his bare ass.
"Oh, yeah," Bill groaned as his mother squeezed and pushed against his asscheeks. "That feels great, Mom!"
Kim saw his legs slowly part, and felt him lift his hard-muscled ass to meet her hands. She cupped both of Bill's asscheeks in her small hands, squeezing and rubbing them, and pushing down gently in time to his fucking movements. And as she helped him, neither of them noticed that their movements were becoming more noticeable, that Bill was fucking faster, and Kim was pushing his ass harder into the mattress.