"Yeah, sure… uh-huh… sounds like fun. Awfully nice of you to ask," Linda told the caller. "But I'm afraid I'd just be in the way. I don't ski at all, you know."
"Neither do I. So I'll have somebody to keep me company," the caller said. "And, if I'm not getting too personal, I thought maybe you could use the change in scenery. You know, going through a divorce and all. And since my kids already invited your Marty along, I just figured if he's with us it wouldn't be fair to leave you in an empty house around Christmas."
"Well, I'll have to think about it," Linda said, stalling. "Can I call you back in a little bit?"
"Okay, but I'm warning you, I won't take no for an answer. This vacation is one where I'm just tagging along. I really wanted to go to Florida but everybody else wanted to ski. Everybody else will be off skiing, so at least I ought to be able to ask you to come with us. Plus, it's all paid for in advance, so it'd be our treat."
"All right, I'll get back to you," Linda replied, then said goodbye and hung up.
Ben muttered, "It was her, wasn't it? Patty? What did she want?"
"She reminded me that Marty's over at your house helping Sally with her math for a test before school lets out for the holidays," Linda said. "Jesus, he'll be back before long."
Ben nodded. Usually he had to rent an out-of-the-way motel room when he fucked his sister. "Patty said, as long as Marty was going along on your vacation, why didn't I come along too," Linda said. "Said she hated the idea of me just sitting alone in an empty house." Her eyes narrowed. "She also said that this vacation wasn't really her idea at all, that she doesn't even know how to ski."
"Oh…" Ben stammered.
"Seems that I just heard you tell me the opposite, Ben," Linda said pointedly. "Well?"
"Okay so I twisted things around a little!" Ben sheepishly admitted. "Just did it for your own good, so you wouldn't get upset. You've been, well, kinda touchy since you split up with Hal. Fact is, my company is footing the bill because I sold more insurance than anybody else in the state this year, so I could hardly turn it down."
"Is it a nice place?" Linda asked sharply.
"If you ski," Ben muttered. "But you don't."
"Neither does Patty," snapped Linda. "And the poor woman claims she'll be bored to tears if you drag her along without someone to keep her company."
"Are you trying to tell me," gulped Ben, "that you're actually thinking about taking her up on it?"
"Sort of."
"Wh-why?"
"Maybe so I can watch you squirm," Linda taunted. "Teach you a lesson for being such a damned liar. In fact, the more I think about it, I figure, why the hell not?"
Ben set his jaw, determined to have the final say: "I'm telling you, Linda, forget it! No, I'm not just telling you, I'm ordering you to forget it!"
Linda laughed in his face. "Ordering me, Brother, dear? I'm not your wife. Not anybody's wife anymore – that's why I dumped Hal; so I'm sure as hell not about to take orders from you or any other man. Guess what, Mr. Macho. You just made up my mind for me… I'm going!"
Linda drove with Marty in her own car to the lodge. On the way, she noticed her teenage son was obviously upset about something and asked him what it was.
"Aw, Mom, you wouldn't understand," he mumbled.
"If it's because I'm tagging along," Linda said, "then don't worry about that. I won't keep you from having a good time. You just relax and enjoy yourself."
That wasn't it, though, Marty claimed. In fact, he went on in a rush and seemed very much to mean it. He was grateful to have his mother along to keep an eye on him. Otherwise, he was afraid certain things might get out of control.
Completely puzzled, Linda tried persuading Marty to make himself clearer. But he only sputtered that he'd already said too much. Then he fell into a brooding silence as they drove on.
Linda had had enough experience with teenagers to know not to push too hard. Marty would open up when the time was right.
The breakthrough occurred at a stoplight in a small town she had to go through to get to the turn-off to the lodge. While mother and son silently waited for red to change to green, a sexy girl in tight jeans walked in front of the car, winking at Marty while she wiggled her ass. He turned ashen at the sight of her, gulping loudly.
"Do you know her or something?" Linda asked.
"She, uh, reminds me of somebody," Marty murmured.
Linda noted, "Come to think of it, she kind of puts me in mind of somebody, too. Your cousin Sally. But you must be thinking of somebody else."
However, seeing her son's extreme reaction, Linda could sense they were indeed thinking of the same person. Then the light finally turned green. Linda drove on until the town was far behind them.
Taking a chance that the time was right, she broke her silence to softly ask her son, "Marty, honey, do you want to tell me about it? About you and Sally?"
The tension took its toll on Marty. He broke down, holding his head in his hands and whining like a little boy who'd just scraped his knee.
"If only she was anybody else then it wouldn't be so bad," he said, more to himself than anything. "But, God, she's my own cousin. Family. Why won't Sally leave me alone? Why can't I leave her alone?"
Trying not to raise her voice, Linda anxiously whispered, "Are you and Sally… well, what I think it is?"
At this point Marty looked his mother straight in the eye.
She pulled over to the side of the otherwise deserted mountain road to return his troubled gaze.
"I-I have to tell somebody," he choked. "It's tearing me up inside, 'cause I know I'm just going to get caught."
Linda waited.
"Yes, Mom, it's just what you think," Marty winced aloud. "Sally and me… I f-fucked her. Fucked my own cousin. That's why I'm so worried about this trip," he explained. "When Sally invited me, I knew what for, but I didn't have the guts to tell her no. At least with you along, Mom, I can use you as an excuse why I can't go off with her. So, please, Mom, please act as strict as you can. Then maybe Sally'll give up on me and hit on somebody else."
Linda was shocked by what she was hearing, of course, but she was equally fascinated. Until now, she had never thought of her son in a sexual way. He was, she now realized, just about the same age her brother had been when Ben had started fucking her, just as she herself had been no older than Sally was now.
Then, defying her better judgment: Linda boldly asked her son, "Was Sally a virgin? Did you take her cherry?"
Marty gulped and nodded.
Linda couldn't stop herself: "Did she come the first time?"
"A lot of times," Marty said. "That's why she's so hot to do it again. You just gotta help me stay away from her, Mom."
"Or?"
"I'll have to f-fuck her again," Marty croaked. "God, Mom, I'm only human! Just talking about it makes me… well, like I just said, I'm only human."
Linda glanced at Marty's crotch and saw exactly what he meant. His jeans bulged with an uncontrollable hard-on. Never having seen her son's cock in this state, Linda was overwhelmed by curiosity, which affected her between her own legs, turning her cunt to a sticky mush.
Marty apologized, "Sorry, Mom, I just can't help myself."
"Nothing to be ashamed of, Son," Linda soothed, rubbing his thigh, just shy of his swollen fly. "When she saw how you fill out your jeans, your cousin Sally was just being human too. How did she get you to show… uh, it… to her?"
"She, uh, sorta showed me hers first," Marty gulped. "We were sitting next to each other on the couch and…"
"You mean like this?" Linda asked, dropping a leg over the edge of the car seat so her skirt bunched up midway on her spreading thighs.
"Jeez, Mom, what is th-this? I could swear…"
"You and your cousin aren't the only ones who're human," Linda said. "Now what did Sally do next?"
"H-had me touch her… d-down there."
"Mmmm-hmmmm," Linda purred, taking Marty's trembling hand and guiding it under her skirt so he could feel her sopping panties, how wet her pussy was for him. "Then what?"
"M-made me use my finger."
"Show me how, darling. Do the same thing to me that you did with Sally."
"I can't. Not with my own mom! It was bad enough with my cousin," Marty protested. Then he proved himself a liar by beginning to finger fuck Linda's squishing cunt through her panties.
"Was this how you made Sally come for you at first?" Linda asked, her breaths quickening.
Marty nodded.
"Oooooh, feels so good," Linda moaned, climaxing. "More, more! Get rid of my panties now, darling, they're only in the way between you and my cunt. Just rip them off of me."
In a reflexing action, Marty grasped the flimsy band of fabric separating him from his mother's pussy and tore it to shreds. At the same time, Linda scooted her ass to shorten the distance between her crotch and the boy, her skirt riding up all around her hips in the process. This left Marty staring directly into the hairy jaws of the same wide-open cunt which had originally given him birth.
"Jesus, I don't believe we're doing this, Mom," he rasped, probing the yawning pussy. "Shall I really go ahead and finger-fuck you some more?"
"It'd be even nicer if you ate me instead, darling," Linda steamily suggested. "After all, I'll bet your cousin had you eat her cunt, didn't she?"
"Only after she took out my cock…" Marty told his mother. "So she could suck me at the same time I ate her."
"Then you already know how to sixty-nine without me having to teach you," Linda panted in anticipation. "So what're we waiting for?"
She reared up at the waist, impatiently clawing at her son's jeans. She pulled down his jeans, along with his shorts. And springing into the open was at least ten jutting inches of teenage cock.
"Oh, just sucking that monster won't be enough for me," Linda gusted. "I want you to flat-out fuck me in the mouth at the same time you're eating my pussy. You know the difference between an ordinary blowjob and real mouth-fucking, darling?"
"Sally let me know."
"Good for her. Now show me what you learned."
"Well… it went like this."
Marty swung around on top of his mother. He wound up straddling her head on the car seat. Then he angled his rigid prick down toward her open mouth. After taking a deep breath, he bucked his loins and fucked his ten-inch prick straight down her welcoming throat.
Her hands fluttering with approval, Linda eagerly motioned for more. In response, her son's crotch began rhythmically grinding against her face, putting his swallowed dick into pumping gear. While expertly fucking her mouth, Marty moved to complete the sixty-nine.
Dipping between his mother's spread legs, Marty buried his face in his mother's hairy pussy bush. His tongue led the way, squirming within when he orally sealed his juicy target.
In her time Linda had only gone this far with two men before – her brother because he was her secret passion and her husband because it was her duty as a wife. She had always believed this was enough variety in her sex life. But now with her third lover, this boy who was her son, she bubbled like a virgin with fresh excitement.
That was the magic of it, how Marty made Linda feel as if she were starting all over again, rediscovering the joy of sex after being in a rut for years. This time around the bond was even closer that it had originally been when she'd lost her cherry to her brother so long ago.
She came in celebration, just as much from the thought of mother-son incest as from the act of sixty-nining itself. Her climaxing pussy poured its orgasmic juice down Marty's throat, which he thirstily gulped. In turn, this made Linda equally thirsty for a gushing load of her son's teenage jizz. She tried just as hard as she could to milk his cum from his beautiful, young cock.
She squeezed Marty's balls to prime the pump. They churned in her grasp, ready to explode. They did explode after one more squeeze, making his cock erupt at Linda's oral depths.
"Oooooh!" She slurped his sudden torrent of jizz. "Soooo sweeeeeet!"
She couldn't get enough of the spurting flow. Her son's cum was even hotter that she remembered her brother's having been when he was still a boy. It was like the fountain of youth for Linda, making her feel as if she were a girl again.
Then Marty's cock slowed from spurting to oozing. Linda nursed on the last of his jizz, after every delicious drop she could swallow.
"That's all I've got to shoot, Mom," he finally said. "We'd better get going up to the lodge now."
Linda released his prick, saw how stiff his cock remained, and declared, "Oh, no, we're not going anywhere yet. Not while you've still got a hard-on like that. You've still got work to do, my boy."
"Like, uh, what?" Marty gulped.
"The same thing you did with your cousin Sally," Linda said. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt with your gorgeous cock!"
She wriggled out from beneath the completed sixty-nine to get into position for the main event. Knowing that the front seat of the car was less roomy than the back, she slithered over the hump of the seat and spilled into the back. Landing with her legs widely spread, she fingered her pussylips apart.
Marty obediently followed her there. Kneeling before her, he aimed his rigid ten-inch cock at the cunt that had once delivered him into the world and which now so seductively invited him back in.
"Guess you know what this is gonna make me, don't you, Mom?" he parted.
"You tell me, Son," Linda prompted. "Tell me while you're filling my horny cunt full of your hard, young cock."
"Yeah," Marty said, panting even harder. "You got it, Mom. Every inch of cock I have in your horny cunt."
He fell forward between his mother's thighs, stabbing pussy as though his hard-on was a dagger. On the first thrust he was in to his balls, making Linda come at once from the jolting impact.
"Mmmmmm," she swooned, "so tell me. Now that I have a cunt full of your big cock, what does that make you?"
Marty laid it on the line: "A motherfucker, Mom! You've turned me into a motherfucker!"
"And I've never been prouder of anything in my life!" Linda crowed. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me like I've never been fucked before, my stud of a motherfucker!"
She wrapped her legs around Marty, rocking him above her to get him into the groove. His cock responded to the tempo she set, jerking back and forth in the vise of her pussy. As the friction grabbed hold, Linda came again, wiggling her ass.
"Let me tell you something about yours truly," she said. "Once I start coming like I am now, all I want is more. So it's up to you to give it to me."
"How's that, Mom? I'm already fucking you as hard as I can."
"Then give me something to go along with your cock in my pussy."
"Just show me what, Mom."
"With pleasure!" Linda ripped open her blouse, then yanked her bra out of commission. Spilling free, her big tits were capped by nipples that were as plump and firm and red as ripe strawberries.
"Oh, Jesus, yeah." Marty drooled at the sight of them.
He immediately buried his face between the two pillows of female flesh. Then his slurping mouth gradually worked its way to a nipple. These were the tits he had nursed as a baby, and he hadn't tasted them since that time. But he hadn't forgotten how, as he orally clamped down and turned on the suction.
"Mmmmm, you mothersucking mother fucker…" Linda loved the added stimulation. "Nobody can suck my titties like my own baby boy. Especially now that he's all grown up and can fuck my cunt at the same time."
Marty drew a nipple almost into his throat, massaging with his tongue. Down below, his prick steadily fucked in her pussy. Linda not only climaxed again but twice as hard as before.
But, despite her response to her son's sucking and fucking, she still wasn't through giving him a guided tour of her body. There remained yet another place that demanded attention.
"Now lets make it perfect, honey," she urgently told Marty. "Give me your hand. I'll show you where it belongs."
Linda snatched her son's wrist. The next thing Marty knew, she had his fingers exploring the hairy crack of her squirming ass. Then she let go and told him to figure out the rest on his own.
"This, Mom?" Marty anxiously asked, hesitantly probing her puckered ass dent.
"Mmmm-hmmm. Give it to me, darling. Fingerfuck my horny asshole. Nothing goes better with a cock in my cunt and a mouth on my titties than something where I shit."
Marty fucked the narrow passage with a pair of fingers. Linda farted in reply, coming again. She loved the way her son also slurped back down on a mouthful of nipple and fucked his prick to her pussy depths.
"Oh, nobody's ever done it to me any better!" Linda cried. "If this is what your cousin taught you, I ought to pin a medal on that girl."
"You passed up Sally a long time ago, Mom," Marty answered. "Was like I was just playing games with her compared to this. Her titties aren't half as big as yours. Her cunt hardly has any hair on it, either. And I never even thought about her having an asshole I could fingerfuck. Sally's just a kid, Mom, but you're a woman. A real woman!"
"Flattery will get you everywhere with me, you beautiful boy," Linda sighed, loving every word her son had spoken as much as she loved the sucking, fucking and fingering.
"No, Mom, I'm not just a boy anymore. When I fucked Sally, yeah. But now that it's me and you, I'm a man. Not gonna settle for that 'kid stuff' again. It's nothing less for me than you from now on, Mom. You turned me into a motherfucking stud and that's the way it's gonna stay if I have anything to say about it."
"You think Sally'll let you go that easy?" Linda asked. "After she invited you to the lodge so you could fuck her again?"
"She's history, Mom," Marty said. "In fact, why do we have to go to the lodge anyway? We could just turn around and go back. Spend the next two weeks locked in the house, fucking each other."
"Oh, you're tempting me, really tempting me, darling," Linda murmured.
"Well, maybe this'll help you make up your mind, Mom," Marty replied.
His mouth returned to her tits. He bit one of them now. And he added yet another finger in her asshole, digging deeply. But the real key to his persuasion was his cock in his mother's cunt. When he fucked with all his youthful strength, his prick promptly gushed a flood of scorching jizz.
"If we turn around and go back home, you'll get a pussyful of my own anytime you want, Mom, day or night," Marty rasped as he shot his wad. "Won't be anybody around to stand in the way of us fucking whenever we feel like it."
"Ooh, how can I say no to a stud like you?" Linda excitedly squealed. "I'd go to the ends of the earth for more of your big cock and hot cum in my pussy, let alone just back home, under one condition."
"Name it, Mom."
"Fuck me one more time, right here and now. One for the road, honey."
"But your cunt's awful messy after the jizz I just came in it, Mom," Marty noted, trying a cockthrust in Linda's swamped pussy that produced more slippery squishing than friction.
"So you'll just have to fuck me somewhere that's a whole lot tighter than my pussy, won't you?" teased Linda. "Like where you've still got your fingers."
Marty abruptly snatched his hand back as if he had been burned, looking at his filthy fingers as he pictured his cock taking their place.
"Jeez, Mom, won't it hurt if I fuck you down there?" he gulped, concerned, showing his inexperience.
"It better hurt!" Linda demanded. "If you're a real man, you'll ass-fuck me so hard I can't stand how good it hurts."
"Well, I wasn't expecting this!"
"Do it, damn you, do it! My ass is so horny for your cock I can't wait. Now! Now!"
Spurring her son on, Linda wrestled her cunt free of his prick, then drew back her legs and spread the half-moons of her asscheeks. Her hairy shitpit beckoned, like a dusky eye that hypnotized Marty into an erotic trance.
"Yeah, Mom, anything you say," he said. "I'll fuck the shit out of you if that's what you want."
But, as it turned out, Marty didn't get the chance. While he aimed his cock at his first asshole, fate was about to overtake him and his mother…