Across the street from the Towne residence Lisa Peters struggled in the front seat of the car. "Please Bob!" she protested. She almost died as the man's hand moved from her tit to her thigh and he attempted to lift the hem of her, short skirt. "You know how I feel."
The man shook his head in exasperation and he released the struggling woman, "I don't know what the hells wrong with you, Lisa. Jesus! He's been dead for over a year now. What're you saving if for?"
Lisa felt the tears burn her eyes at the mention of her husband. The man's cruel words cut into her consciousness to magnify the loneliness she held in her heart, and she realized suddenly that he was just like all the rest; a cheap meal, a few drinks and he expected a quick lay!
"You bastard!" she said and pushed open the door of his car.
"Aw, come on, baby. You're acting like a goddamn virgin!"
Lisa froze with one foot on the ground, turned in the seat and clenched her fists as she swore back, "And you're acting like a dog in heat!"
With that, she climbed quickly from the car, slammed the door loudly and rushed up the walk to the front door of her comfortable home. She heard the screech of tires as the man backed out of the driveway, then burned rubber as he sped away in anger.
Opening the front door with shaking hands, Lisa went inside, relocked the door, then stood in the darkness of the hallway, sobbing deeply. Bob was right – she was saving herself and she knew it. But not for some slob whose mind was on nothing but sex! She shook her head and the dark halo of her short hair brushed her cheeks and she realized they were wet with her tears.
Lisa bit her lip as she fought for control of her emotions, then looked upward where a dim light burned on the landing. She knew her son Craig would be asleep at this hour, and the last thing she needed was to see that handsome young face of his – he was the image of his dead father, and as he grew older, Lisa knew that even his mannerisms were those of Craig senior.
Tossing her sweater aside, she set her purse on the hall table, removed her pumps and climbed the stairs wearily. She was exhausted, but she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep. There had been a fire in her body all evening and she knew it was not likely to extinguish itself. It had smoldered as Bob had taken her onto the dance floor and pressed his strong body to hers, and as they danced, she had felt the undeniable bulge of his swollen prick through his trousers – and it seemed he had rubbed her thigh with it deliberately as the music moved them slowly across the dim dance floor.
God, what am I thinking of? Lisa questioned herself as she paused at Craig's room and opened the door slightly. Her son was asleep with the night light burning and Lisa smiled as she stepped in, crossed the room and reached for the switch of the lamp. She hesitated as she looked down at her sixteen-year old son. He was the picture of his father down to the smallest detail – the deep cleft in his shin, the soft blond wisp of hair that fell to his forehead, his sensuous and full mouth… and Lisa caught her eyes roaming to the light sheet her son had thrown over him.
She swallowed thickly as she saw the sheet raised slightly below the boy's waist. She looked apprehensively at his face and knew that he was a deep sleeper – just like his father had been – and she recalled the many times through the years she had rolled over to take hold of her husband's cock as he slept. It had always seemed in a state of semi-erection.
Carefully, Lisa lifted the edge of the sheet and a small gasp escaped her lips as she realized her son was sleeping in the nude. Then she lifted the sheet farther and a light thrill went through her as she viewed his strong young prick lying against his thigh, the thatch of blond pubic hair so like his father's it made her shudder.
Dropping the sheet, Lisa switched off the light and walked quickly to the bathroom that separated the boy's room from the guestroom beyond. She closed the door quietly, then switched on the light and gazed longingly at the deep tub. She needed to relax and the thought of a shower in her own half-bath was not the least appealing. But she could bathe here, she told herself, so long as she did it quietly so not to awaken her sleeping son in the next room. Bending over the tub, she adjusted the water to a low flow, tasted its warmth, then went through the guestroom and across the hall to her own. As she removed her clothing, she found the crotch of her panties was soaking wet and she cursed herself silently as she dropped them in the hamper. Taking a light gown from the hook on the door, she padded barefoot and naked into the dimly lit hallway, paused and went quickly downstairs. In the kitchen she splashed a heavy measure of bourbon into a glass, dropped in a pair of ice cubes and returned to the large bathroom upstairs.
The tub was steaming as she closed the door quietly, dropped her gown on the counter and twisted the handles off. Easily, she let her aching body slide down into the tub, and the immediate warmth of the water soothed her ragged nerves.
She lay back, luxuriating in the warmth, the glass of whiskey held loosely in her right hand.
Again, the picture of her young – just thirty-four. She was healthy, had a good figure and she was attractive. She looked at the flesh of her thighs and realized she had put on a pound or two there, but nothing to get worried about.
Then her gaze went to the thick bush of pussy hair above her cunt and she realized that that was where her worries originated!
Lisa finished her drink, then set the glass on the floor as she felt the liquor course through her veins. She found the light uncomfortable then and, knowing what she was going to do, she stood up, reached for the switch beside the door and turned off the light. Only the dim glow of the small night-light illuminated the bathroom, and it cast deep shadows around the tub as Lisa lowered her aching body again into the hot water. She sighed deeply and let her thoughts roam for a moment as she picked the soap from its dish and lathered her hands… but she kept going back to the sight of her son lying naked in his bed, and the thought of his virile young prick assailed her as she ran her hands over her tits, then down to soap her crotch.
Her fingers felt good and she spread her legs slightly as her soapy fingers found their way almost of their own accord to the soft folds of flesh between her thighs. She slid down in the tub and let her head rest against the edge as her fingers began a slow, circular motion around her petal like cunt-lips. As she spread them gently with the tips of her fingers, she drew up her knees and let one finger part the slippery flesh and enter her cunt. Her clit was erect as it had been ever since Bob had pressed his throbbing prick against her thighs earlier and now she had that stiff prick shoved deep inside her horny snatch!
Lisa moaned as she began masturbating and her fingers slipped deeper and deeper inside her cunt. And the moans became more audible as her passion rose to fill her body to overflowing while her finger-fucked herself in the dimly lit bathroom.
Craig heard the water running in the bathroom, but he paid it no mind at first.
He knew it must be his mother and as sleepy as he was, he didn't give it a second thought. Then, from his half-sleep, he heard her go downstairs, then return after only a few minutes. He lay there fighting for sleep to return and his eyelids flickered as he saw the light go out in the bathroom.
This caught his attention and suddenly, Craig found himself wide awake, wondering why his mother would want to take a bath with the lights out. Was she all right – could she be drunk? He had never seen her that way, but several times in the past few months, he had com home from school to find her just a little bit tipsy, and it was those times, her realized, too, that she had been crying.
Concerned and curious, Craig climbed quietly from his bed and made his way to the bathroom door. He listened and what he heard gave rise to more concern – it was his mother and she was moaning! He thought about just turning the knob and walking in – but no, that wasn't the way to handle it. If she were in the bathtub, he wouldn't want to embarrass her. Then he heard her moan again.
Unable to contain himself, Craig let himself out of his own room, walked quickly down the hall and entered the guestroom. A dim light shone through the partially opened doorway, and he made his way cautiously to peer inside. What Craig saw took his breath. His mother lay in the deep tub, her head thrown back and her teeth bared as he watched, she raised her legs until her knees pressed back against her naked tits and her fingers were fucking lewdly in and out of her exposed cunt!
Craig could not believe his eyes. Then he heard the words come from her mouth – just above a whisper and not much more, than a hiss… "Yesssss… fuck me, darling… fuck me, Craig! Fuck me Deep!"
The boy's face burned hotly as he realized his mother was masturbating. The Craig thought about the films he had found, and the title of one he had loaned to his friend Tim: THE MOTHER FUCKERS. Has his father left those films for him as some sort of a message, a message he would understand more clearly as he grew older? Was it possible that his father had known he was dying and wanted Craig, his own son, to… to take care of his mother?
Craig felt his prick jump as his mother's fingers worked furiously at her cunt.
It was the first time her had ever seen a grown woman completely naked, and though he was not a virgin, he had only fucked one girl so far. Without thinking Craig took hold of his throbbing young cock and began to massage it gently, highly aroused by the sight of his own mother finger-fucking herself and another question came to him why in his bathroom and not her own? Was there some sort of message in this, too? Could it be that his mother had wanted him to awaken and find her like this? The excitement grew as he saw her tongue come out of her pretty mouth and, try like a tiny pink snake to lick her lips as she stretch out her legs and began pinching the nipples of her tits. Craig swallowed thickly as his mother raised up out of the water and shuddered as her body was shaken by an intense orgasm, and Craig realized it was just like when he came!
"Not enough… not enough!" Lisa whimpered as the orgasm passed and left her wanting. "I need a man… I need my Craig!" and she sobbed deeply as she sat up and buried her face in her hands, her body racked with the emotion of need and loneliness.
Craig's prick jerked in his hand and he felt a sudden thrill go through his young body as he heard his mother call his name. Without thinking, his instincts told him she needed him and he pushed through the door to kneel beside the tub. He looked at his mother's shaking shoulders, and instinctively he reached out and put his arms about her. As he did, Lisa gave a start, and Craig's left hand, intended for her shoulder, inadvertently closed upon her right tit.
Lisa stared open-mouthed at her handsome young son as the touch of his hand on her naked tit sent a thrill through her wanting body. Her reflex was to grasp his hand tightly beneath her own as she cried out, "C-Craig! What are you doing?"
Craig felt his mother's hand close over his, and the suddenness of the act left him wondering if it were an accident of whether she had taken his hand and placed it there. He felt the stiff nipple beneath his palm, and the soft flesh of her tit seemed to quiver as she stared at him wide-eyed.
"I… I heard you call me, M-Mom. I saw you… that is I"
"Oh, God!" Lisa wept and closed her eyes as she bit her lower lip. Her son had seen her finger-fucking herself! What must he think of her, how must he feel?
"Craig." She said in a shaking voice, "you… you don't understand, darling. I need… that is I want… " and she felt her voice falter, unable to go on.
"I know mom. I understand," he said soothingly as his hand began squeezing her tit gently.
And it was then that Lisa became fully aware of her son's hand as it kneaded the soft flesh of her boob. A new thrill raced through her as his word penetrated the fog of shame and frustration. He understood! But of course he would just as his father would have understood. And Lisa opened her eyes to look at her son's handsome face only inches fro her as his right hand stroked her back. She leaned forward slightly and as their lips touched, Lisa felt as though she had been electrified. It was not a kiss normally associated with mother and son, but rather it was a long, searching kiss two people attempting to transmit something deeper than mere affection.
Lisa felt her hand heave her son's at her cunt and it took hold of the back of his head as she pouted her lips slightly and forced her tongue into his warm mouth. A new thrill passed through her, for she had kissed no man thusly since her husband had died. As her son's tongue brushed hers, it ignited a new fire in the woman's heated cunt and she felt herself submitting thoughtlessly to the moment, and to her own unanswered needs.
Craig felt his mother's tongue in his mouth and he realized that she had indeed wanted him and that the films must have been some soft of a message from his dead father. He felt her nipple grow and stiffen beneath his palm, and he felt his prick growing bigger and harder. Then his mother's arm was outside the tub and as her warm, wet hand closed bout his throbbing young prick, he nearly exploded at her touch.
"Oh, Mom… " he groaned. "That… that's good."
Lisa felt her son's stiff prick in her hand and she knew she wanted him. Incest be damned! She was a healthy woman, not given to light relationships for mere sex, and if she had to turn to her son to satisfy her own needs, then turn she would!
She took his hand from her tit and spread her knees as she guided it to the soft, wet nest of her cunt. She shuddered slightly as his fingers stroked the tender flesh of her pussy-lips beneath the surface of the water. Then Lisa felt his finger move experimentally into her cunt.
"Oh, Craig," she told him and sought his lips, "that feels so good… " and as their lips met again, it was Craig who took the initiative and forced his tongue into his mother's mouth as she stroked his prick wetly outside the tub.
Finally, their lips parted, and mother and son stared at each other breathlessly.
"I… I want to help you, Mom… really," Craig said as he inserted a second finger into her cunt. He had no idea she would be so tight and as she fondled his prick gently, he felt a tremendous desire to just take her in his arms and hold her. His feeling of love grew as her fingers rubbed the sensitive head of his prick and he felt the twitching that usually ended with his prick squirting forth it's load of cum.
"Yes, yes, my darling," she told him, "I want you to help me. I've needed this so!"
"I… I think I'm going to… it's going to… " the boy said as his breath came in sharp gasps.
Lisa felt his prick jerk spasmodically beneath her fingers. She wanted to pleasure him, too, but she did not want it to end so quickly. Removing his hand from her cunt, she kissed him again and told him to kneel on his knees beside the tub. As he obeyed his mother, she took hold of his prick again and leaned forward to rub the silken head against her cheek, then over her lips as his hands reached down for her swaying tits. She felt his palms cover both nipples, and as he squeezed gently, Lisa opened her mouth and flicked out her tongue.
She knew he was close to coming, but she knew, too, that a second come would take longer. Her tongue swirled around the head of her son's prick as he moaned and pushed his hips forward. She opened her mouth widely then and held the thick base with her fingers to guide it into her mouth.
As his mother’s mouth closed about the head of his prick, Craig’s eyes widened in sudden astonishment. He had expected her to kiss it, but his cock was actually in her mouth and she was sucking him off! He had never before had his prick anywhere near a girl’s mouth, and though he had viewed the same film he had loaned to Tim, he never actually considered getting a blow-job and especially with his mother!
Craig felt the sensation building as his mother laved the head of his thick prick with her tongue. As her mouth ovaled obscenely and she took his rod deeper into her throat, he clutched her boobs and cried out, “Mom… Momma!
Ohhhhhh… it’s going… I’m… I’m coming! Commmmming!!”
And as the first spurt of her son’s sperm burst forth into her hotly sucking mouth, Lisa pulled back and opened her mouth widely as she milked her boy’s prick with her hand. Spurt after spurt of thick white jizz splashed on her tongue and she stuck it out so that it barely cradled his jerking prick. Then as it dribbled from her tongue and ram from the corners of her mouth, she swallowed and took the entire length of her son’s prick into her throat. Craig cried out again and clutched at his mother’s head to bury his prick as deeply as possible in her sucking mouth. She felt his shiver; then as the contractions passed and his body heaved heavily, she swallowed again, contracting her throat muscles to milk the last precious drop of cum from his young prick.
Craig watched his prick shoot off when his mother opened her mouth, and he was amazed by the fact that she let him come there – then even more amazed when she swallowed not only his sticky white jizz, but his prick as well! It was the most sensational feeling he had ever experienced, far better than his quick screw in Suzy’s cunt, and better by far than jacking off!
As his mother pulled her head off his shrinking prick, Craig looked down at her and was so filled with love for her, that he felt the tears well up in his eyes. He cupped her face in his hands and as they kissed, he tasted the faintly salty fluid he had shot into her mouth.
Lisa shook her head in an effort to clear her thoughts. Craig was sixteen and well on his way to manhood. She wanted her son now, more than ever before, but she wanted him to have her, too. She washed her face quickly and told him, “Go to my room, Craig, wait for me there.”
“Your… room? He asked apprehensively.
“Yes, get in bed and leave the lights off. I’ll be there in just a few minutes.”
Craig did as his mother asked him. He turned out the bedroom lights and slipped beneath the light cover of the bed, his head filled with confusion and desire.
His mother had actually sucked him off. She had taken his prick into her mouth and let him come, then swallowed his jizz!
Jesus! he thought, wait’ll I tell Tim! And he recalled again the film he had loaned to his friend: THE MOTHER FUCKERS. He hadn’t actually believed that such things happened in real life, but now as he lay between the cool sheets of his mother’s bed, he wondered… would she let him fuck her, too? And as he thought about it, his hand stole to his prick and he felt it grow again as he waited.
Lisa rinsed her body, then stood in the tub to towel herself dry. She slipped into the sheer gown, ran a brush through her hair and surveyed the image there.
She was a beautiful woman and she knew it-now, of her son wanted her as much as she wanted him, her problems would be over. She could wait comfortably, her needs fulfilled, until “Mister Right” came into her life… and. She wondered idly, did she really need one?
Quickly, Lisa walked through the guestroom, passed into her own bathroom and turned on the light there. She applied a heavy coat of lipstick to her full mouth, then sprayed her body lightly with a light perfume. Her short, dark hair halloed her pretty face and she fluffed it once, then picked up the silver eyeliner and applied the exotic makeup to her eyes. A Light brush of blue eye shadow, and she was ready to make her entrance.
Leaving the small nightlight burning behind her and switching off the overhead, Lisa opened the door of her bedroom and stood poised at the entrance. She saw Craig lying in her bed, and when he saw her standing there, he sat up in bed and stared. She moved into the room slowly and walked around the bed to the other side. She ran her hands from her hips to her stomach, then upwards to her full tits as they pushed against the sheer material of the short gown.
Craig looked at his mother, thinking he had never seen her look more beautiful.
He caught the faint fragrance of her perfume and his head reeled as he watched her move her hands over her lovely body to cup her tits. He fought the urge to jump from the bed and grab her to tear the gown from her body, to fuck her!
As he watched, Lisa lifted the hem of her gown slightly and exposed the thick, dark bush of her pussy to her son. He gasped as she spread the soft folds of flesh and touched her gash just once, then let the gown fall to cover her again.
Craign watched his mother wide-eyed as she walked seductively around the bed and stood before him. “Touch me,” she said softly and lifted the hem of the short gown she wore. The boy swallowed dryly and reached out to brush the tips of his fingers over the smoothness of her belly, then to the dark-haired patch of pussy hair. An electric thrill went through him as his fingers encountered the soft growth of hair; with the nightlight shining behind her, he could look between her legs and see the fully puffed, moist lips of her pussy. Lightly, he let his finger travel into that valley between her legs and as he did, she spread them slightly for him.
“Sit up on the side of the bed, Craig,” she told him huskily, and he did as she told him.
Lisa looked down at her son’s upturned face-so like his father’s. She bent over and kissed him lightly on the mouth, then told him, “There’s something I want you to do for me, baby, will you do it?”
“Yes… “ he whispered as she cupped his face in her hands.
Lisa kissed him again, then whispered, “What I did for you in the bathroom… will you do that for me?”
At first, Craig was confused. His mother had sucked his prick… what did she mean? “H-how?” he asked her.
“Just kiss it for me, sweetheart and kiss it like it was my mouth-with your tongue.”
Then, Lisa straightened and lifted the hem of her gown again. Craig wore a bewildered look as she spread her legs and moved forward slightly. The nearness of her body to his was overpowering and if he understood her correctly, she wanted him to kiss her on her pussy. He wanted to please his mother – to help her – and if this would do it, he decided as he nuzzled her belly lightly and kissed her there, he was willing.
“Oh, yes, Craig… yesssss!” she said as his mouth touched her, then moved lower and she thrust her hips into his face as she took hold of his head.
Craig felt his mother’s hands on his head as she pulled him forward, the fragrance of her body filled his nostrils. He breathed deeply as his nose touched the soft hair above her pussy. Cautiously, he pursed his mouth and kissed her as she hunched to him. The moment his mouth came in contact with the soft, wet flesh of her cunt, Craig felt himself pulled to her. He arched his neck and found his mouth covering her pussy then. Tentatively, he flicked out his tongue and tasted her – the touch of his tongue on the flesh of her cunt excited him like nothing before and, without realizing it, the boy ran his hands up the backs of his mother’s legs and was cupping her fully rounded ass cheeks and pulling her snatch even closer to him.
Lisa writhed in pleasure as she felt his tongue enter her gash, and she pulled him to her fiercely.
“Oh, God!” she cried out as his mouth began to suck and his hands kneaded the soft flesh of her ass. “Oh, Craig… eat me… suck my pussy! Make me come!”
He heard the words, and with his face buried between his mother’s legs, he felt his own prick grow hard and begin to twitch. He wanted her to take him, too, and he began to fuck his tongue in and out of her cunt with a growing rapidity as she hunched forward and held his head tightly. It was difficult for him to breath like that, and he sucked air through his mouth as he found a little nub of flesh with his lips. As he nibbled it lightly, his mother’s body tensed and he heard her cry out. Then her nails were digging into his scalp as she gasped for breath and she ground her pussy into his face and sucking mouth.
“Ohhhhh! Ahhhhh! Iieeeee.” She wailed as his mouth closed over her clit and she felt the rush of sensation that left her body trembling with a fury she had not experienced since her husband had last sucked her cunt.
It was sheer heaven, and Lisa wanted to make it last forever, to stand there like that with her beautiful son’s mouth on her pussy, sucking and tonguing her to orgasm after orgasm. Her head swam as she crashed over the brink and she felt her knees go weak as an unearthly cry escaped her lips.
“Eat me! Suck me! Make me come! Eat me! Eat my pusssssssy!!”
As his mother’s voice came to him in a shriek, Craig felt a moment of fear as he had hurt her. Her body was rigid in his hands and as he sucked her cunt furiously, she began to shake and tremble. Then she was pushing his face away and her voice was hoarse as she covered his wet face with kisses and whispered words of love and thanks to him. Never in his life had he felt so loved and needed, and the [prides he experienced at that moment was greater than any he had ever known.
Lisa tore off her gown and pushed her son back on the bed. She lay beside him and pulled the boy atop her. She needed his prick inside her cunt, and as he rolled between her lewdly splayed legs, she reached between them and rubbed the head of his stiff young cock between the lips of her pussy.
“Ughhhhh!” Lisa said as he thrust his hips forward and his prick was sunken balls deep in her clasping cunt. “Ohhh, God, Craig… if you only knew how much I’ve needed this, how much I’ve wanted it!” And she covered his face with kisses as he withdrew his prick to plunge again.
Craig heard her words and marveled at them. He felt his prick slide smoothly into her hot pussy and it seemed as though it was a wetly sucking mouth as he plunged deeper and deeper inside his mother. He felt her hands on his back and her mouth on his, and as they shared a long, passionate kiss, he moved his hands over her tits to cup them fully. The Craig felt her lift her hips up and warp her legs about his waist. She locked her ankles at the small of his back and each time he withdrew his prick from her hot cunt, she pulled him to her strongly. His head felt dizzy and bright spots appeared before his eyes as he looked down at his mother’s lovely face, contorted now in passion. He kissed her again, and she sucked his tongue deeply into her mouth, just as she had sucked his prick. Craig thrust his hips forward and felt his mother’s legs leave his waist and through a fog of passion, he heard her telling him something as she brought her legs up and back.
“Put your arms under my legs… push them back… I want all of you in me, darling… fuck me… fuck your mother!”
He locked his arms behind her knees and pushed with all his might. He saw her tits squashed flat beneath her own thighs and it seemed as though he would break her in half, but as he thrust forward again, he felt the whole of her cunt exposed to him and his prick was sucked in to the hilt. Then he felt her hand on his balls and she pulled them as he began fucking in and out more rapidly.
“Uggghhhnnn… Oh, Craig… yes fuck me, baby! Let me feel your prick all the way inside me! Fuck meeeee!” she wailed.
Craig felt his mother’s body tense again and he felt his own juices boiling for release as he pushed forward again and again. Her teeth were bared and she grimaced as she gasped for breath, then, choked out, “Yesssss!!”
Lisa felt her world exploding again and she came close to losing consciousness as her son’s prick erupted in her cunt. She felt the hot spurt of jizz as it gushed into her velvet tunnel and she shuddered violently as he grew rigid above her and cried out, “M… M… mootthher!, Oh, mother!” and his young prick spurted wildly inside her frantically spasming cunt as they reached their orgasms together.
After Craig’s head cleared, he found himself lying with his face nestled between his mother’s full tits. A light sheen of sweat covered both their bodies and he could feel his mother’s heart beat in her chest. He moaned and was answered by a hand on his head. It stroked his blonde hair gently as he regained his breath, he felt his prick sliding out of his mother’s cunt to lay flaccidly against her warm, smooth thigh. He reached up and cupped her left tit as a chill went through his young body.
Lisa lay there in stupor. What she had done committed was against the law and she knew it. But whose law? Not hers, surely, and who could deny a mother the love – actual love of her son? But then, no one would ever have to know, and tomorrow she would have a long talk with Craig and lay down some ground rules for them both. She trusted him, for he had always been extremely honest with her, and he had been so attentive since his father’s death that she knew she could count on him to keep their secret!
Craig had other thoughts, though. His best friend Tim had always been the one he shared things with after the first time he fucked Suzy, the looks they often shared, now the film and he knew that he would have to share this wonderful thing with Tim, too. He had no idea of the implications, and he certainly didn’t realize what he and his mother had done was illegal. All he wanted to do was to share this newfound wonder with his friend. And as he lay there in his mother’s arms, he wondered idly of she would ever let him fuck her again. He raised his head slightly and looked at her lovely face, relaxed now with a slight smile on her lips.
“Mom?” he asked softly.
Lisa opened her eyes and found her son staring at her, a questioning look on his face. “What is it, darling?”
“I-I was just wondering… People say that… uh… that fucking” and he blushed at the use of the word “well, that it’s bad. But it wasn’t. Do… do you think we could… you know, do it again sometime?”
Lisa realized he was serious and she fought the impulse to laugh at his naivete. She bent her head slightly and kissed him on the nose. “Yes, Craig – but there are some things I want to talk to you about, things that people would say if they knew what we had done.”
He didn’t exactly understand what she meant, but she had told him they could fuck again, and that was enough for him. He sighed deeply, stretched out and felt his mother pull the cover over them both. He felt safe and warm and secure in her arms, and he had no idea that she now felt the same way with him. As he closed his eyes and snuggled to her warm, soft body, Craig thought again of the title of the film… and he wondered about all the others he had found tucked away n the boxes downstairs. And he wondered too, if perhaps his mother would let him look at them now that they had done this thing together.
Lisa’s thoughts were not far away from her son’s, for she had packed away the pornographic films shortly after her husband’s death. They were too much of a temptation, for as man and wife they had enjoyed them immensely as a prelude to sexual bouts that often lasted through the night and into the dawn. And on more than one occasion they had shown them to select friends who in turn shared sex with them – but that was long ago, Lisa reflected, before the move, before the brief illness… before death. And she felt the tears well up in her eyes again as she gathered her son to her breast and listened to his deep, even breathing as he drifted off to sleep.
Alone no more, she thought and lifted her leg slightly to feel Craig’s soft prick against her thigh.
In the Tone household, Tim lay back staring at the ceiling in the darkness, his thoughts still in the basement-playroom where his sister sucked him off, them let him fuck her while she watched the dirty movie Craig had given him. He wondered idly if she might let Craig fuck her. After all, she had told him she wanted to see more of the movies that Craig claimed to have, and if she wanted to watch, the she could pay!
He rolled over and felt his prick still hard against his leg, and the thought of seeing Craig fuck his sister raised it even higher.
Across the hallway, Judy lay in her bed, her head resting on her arms. She moved he hips against the firm mattress and thought again of her brother’s prick slicing obscenely in and out of her cunt. And she thought, too, of his promise to talk to Craig about the other dirty pictures. Tonight was the first time she had ever seen one, and as she thought about it, she had to reevaluate the blond youth who lived across the street. True, he was a year younger than she was, but what of it? He was good looking and not nearly so bossy as the older boys she dated. She would certainly have to treat him differently from now on, and if she was =given half the chance, she’s get him in the same position as she had gotten her brother that very evening. As Judy closed her eyes, she envisioned herself sandwiched between her brother and his friend Craig – one hacking her cunt, the other sticking his prick up her asshole.
Somehow, Judy found that her hand had crept between her legs. She fingered her twat lightly and sighed as the vision dissolved.
Saturday, she reminded herself, was only two days off!