Tomorrow was Sunday. They could both sleep late. Now that they'd sampled the forbidden fruit of incest, Marge realized how truly delicious it was. She had to have much more. In her present mood of sensual licentiousness, she longed for a feast of sinful fornication with her suddenly irresistible little boy.
Damn what anyone might think of me! Marge thought as she rubbed her cheek against the top of Kenny's head and caressed his denuded young buttocks lovingly with the perspiration-dampened palms of her open-fingered hands. No one will ever know. Kenny has proven he can keep a secret.
"So you want to make love to me, do you?" she cooed. "All right, so long as you keep your mouth shut about it, I'll let you fuck me any time we both feel like it from now on. What do you say to that, honey?"
"Oh, boy!"
She laughed softly. "Mother's little lover, that's what you'll be."
"I do love you, Mama. Mote than ever now!"
"Oh, precious, yes, I know exactly how you feel! I didn't think it was possible to love you any more than I already did, but I do. God help me, I do now. You're my pride and joy, Kenny. It's terribly wrong for us to be carrying on this way, but I know you can't help it and I'm afraid I can't either. That damned Frank! If it hadn't been for that dirty bastard…"
Her voice trailed off. It would do no good to blame Frank. He was out of their lives forever and she wanted to forget him. True, he'd forced them into incest; but he hadn't made them like it, had he? Marge had to admit the answer was NO. There was no way she could blame Frank for tonight, because it was all hers and Kenny's doings. But she didn't want to think about that. Corrupting her innocent young son would be vastly more enjoyable than mulling over the reasons why she – who'd always prided herself on her decency – should now be wanting to do such a wicked, unmotherly thing.
"Don't talk about him, Mama. You don't need old Frank or any other man now, do you? I don't want you letting anybody else make love to you. Not ever again!"
"Now, Kenny, it isn't healthy for you to be so jealous of me," she told him, but secretly she was pleased.
Kenny tried to get her to promise she wouldn't ever let anybody but him do it to her. She refused to promise him anything, and couldn't resist teasing him about being jealous. She knew she shouldn't tease him, because it was only making him worse, but it gave her such a charge to have her little boy demanding that she be faithful to him. He wanted her all to himself, and this excited Marge in a perverse manner.
"No, honey," she taunted. "You may as well hush up about that. You're very sweet but you're just a little boy, and if I get to needing a man-sized cock in me, why, then I'll just have to find me a man with a big hard dick and let him give my pussy a good fucking and nothing you can say or do is going to stop me. Of course, if you wanted to watch, like you did that morning at Frank's, I might just agree to…"
Marge was deliberately tormenting her son, and damned if it wasn't turning him on as much as it was her. This was mental sadomasochism, pure and simple, and they were both responding to it. Kenny's soaking penis had gone limp after his climax, but now, as Marge played to his insane jealousy by threatening to let some unknown man screw her in front of him, the boy's small pecker sprang back to an even bigger and harder erection than before.
"Shut up, Mama! Don't talk that way!" the nine-year-old wailed, and he started fucking her like mad, grunting, "UHH, UHH, UHH!"
"That's it, baby!" she encouraged as she caught the frenzied tempo of his thrusting motions and began working with him. "Fuck Mother's hot pussy! Fuck it good! Show me you can satisfy me and… mmmmm… maybe I won't need anybody else to do it to me for… aaaaahh… another week or so! Hump it to me, you little bugger! Ohh, ohhh… oh, that does feel nice!"
They were off and running on a mother/son fucking match, Marge loving every second of it as her possessive young child gritted his teeth and strove to prove that his was the only prick she needed for now and evermore. She whispered in his ear the things she wanted him to say to her, and he threw her lust-inciting words back at her with gusto.
"Shake it, you cock-hungry bitch!" he rasped, repeating his mother's whispered phrase as he stabbed his stony little organ rapid-fire in and out of the sweltering gash between her upraised legs.
"Jesus, yesss!" Marge moaned, her passion doubling at the sound of Kenny's excited voice throwing her own obscenities back at her.
She shook it. Round and around and up and down. Being careful so as not to break their peter/pussy connection.
"Oh, Mama, Mama!" he cried, humping away at her.
Marge began whispering in his ear again, and Kenny echoed her pantingly: "Oh, baby… what a hot… pussy you got! I love it! Throw it… up to me! That hot, wet cunt… harder… faster… fuck, Mother uunnnn… fuck with me… you hot-assed slut!"
"Oh, Goddamn it, yesss!" Marge squealed, for hearing her innocent offspring spout vulgarities gave her a wild and wicked thrill.
Caught, up in a fit of lust, she grabbed his bouncing bottom and started screwing him like crazy. If she hadn't been holding him by the buns, she would've surely bucked him off. The soles of her feet and her shoulders were the only parts of her touching the bed, except for her ass, which kept banging up and down like a jackhammer. The resilient cheeks of her bobbing butt made the bed snap and squeak incessantly.
"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh!" she chanted blissfully.
The physical effort of it had her sweating again. Soon, she was huffing and puffing, for air, straining for orgasm, almost reaching it time and time again only to have it evaporate as she reached out for it. Lovely as his prick felt jabbing into her – and her son was really trying to please her – it simply wasn't big enough to trip the lever of her climactic release mechanism. She needed something much fatter and longer stuffed up her. As she was contemplating her problem without missing a stroke, thinking how divine his arm had felt, Kenny's pussy-slick organ slipped out of her oversized twat and, much to Marge's shocked delight, it stabbed full into the tiny, erogenous ring of her brownish, puckered asshole.
"Aaaahhhh-goddd!" she rasped, suddenly stopping all motion and holding him into her rectum right up to his balls. "No, no, Kenny! Leave it… right where… it isss!!"
Whereas Frank's big dick had hurt her when he forced sodomy upon her, her son's smaller organ felt marvelous in the tightness of her appreciatively quivering butthole. All at once the solution to her problem dawned on her as if a light bulb had been switched on in her head.
"Do you like mother's ass, darling?" she cooed. "Does it feel as good as her cunt?"
"Oh, boy, yeah!" he breathed, nodding. "It feels even better, Mama! It's so hot and tight!"
"Do you want to finish fucking me in it?" she asked hopefully, and when he nodded eagerly, the said, "All right, but let me up for a minute first! I want to get something in the kitchen!"
Kenny couldn't understand how his mother could think of food at a time like this, but he didn't give her any argument. At last she was letting him fuck her and, man, was it great!
Eating was the farthest thing from Marge's mind, however, as she climbed off the sofa bed and trotted bare-assed into the kitchenette, her womanly buttocks bouncing and her little-girl titties jiggling. That morning Mrs. Nelson had given her an assortment of fresh vegetables from her fall garden, which Marge had washed but hadn't as yet put into the refrigerator. She switched on the light and selected from the counter a cucumber about eight inches long and slightly thicker than her wrist. Leaving the light on – it didn't shine directly on the bed but provided sufficient illumination for her and Kenny to see what they were doing – she padded back into the combination bedroom-living room carrying the cucumber in her right hand.
"What's this for?" Kenny asked when his mother handed him the long, dark-green vegetable.
"You'll soon see," she told him as she lay down in the middle of their bed and drew up her knees with her legs spread wide apart. "I don't know if it'll work, but it ought to. I had a girlfriend once – never mind that, just see if you can push the cucumber up into my pussy, Son!"
Her twat was a shimmering, brownish target surrounded by tight curls of sex-wetted pubic hair. With her muscles relaxed, it yawned open to reveal the glistening red folds of her cuntal vestibule and the crimson ring of her lesser lips which formed the opening of her vagina itself.
Remembering the dildo, Kenny got the idea without further explanation and grinned his approval. At his mother's direction, he placed the smaller, more smoothly rounded end of the cucumber into her furry slot and began inserting it with palm pressure applied to the larger, flatter end.
Her soft, blood-engorged labia majora were coated with a slippery film of the natural, feminine lubricant oozing down from her secreting inner sheath. Since they'd already been stretched once tonight to accommodate the broadest part of Kenny's forearm, they offered little resistance to the phallic-shaped vegetable. Her hairy gap yielded quite readily, in fact, and swallowed whole the eight inches of fat cucumber rather hungrily.
"Oh, wow!" Marge sighed, shivering and squirming about, "It feels terrific! It's got lovely little bumps all over it, Kenny, and I think I felt every one of them while you were pushing it in!"
Kenny spotted something he hadn't noticed before. It looked like a miniature peter, except it was redder and it wasn't actually sticking out of her. He flicked it with his finger, that thing that was standing out in the inverted V at the very top of her pussy.
"Hhhuuuuu!" Marge exclaimed, and she jerked reflexively.
The sudden movement of her previously stilled body caused Kenny to jump back, removing his hand from her hair-ringed orifice, and when he did, her slippery vagina expelled the cucumber. All shiny wet with its coating of her womanly juices, the long, green object shot from her internally convulsing sheath and thumped to the bed between her legs.
The lad was afraid he'd done something wrong. Assuring him that he hadn't, Marge took his hand and placed his finger back on her clitoris. She taught him to manipulate her pleasure button as, between sighs, she explained its delightful function.
"Oh, baby, you're making Mother so hot!" she moaned, after he'd been massaging her man in the boat for a minute or, so. "Put that cucumber back in me now!"
Glassy-eyed with passion by this time, the nine-year-old was only too happy to obey. He picked up the slippery vegetable and stuffed it back up her steaming slot. Then Marge drew up her long shapely legs until the soles of her feet rested flat on the bed near her squirming rump. She opened her upraised legs until they formed a wide V. Then, holding the cucumber with the fingers of her left hand, she used her right to finger some sexual lubricant from her snatch. After she'd applied the woman goo to her erogenous rectum, she took her son by the prick and, pulling him into potion, guided his rock-hard penis into her vulnerable asshole.
"Ooouuuu!" she whimpered as the erotic sensations of being anally penetrated by a male organ which was the perfect size for the job, rippled through her pleasured torso. "Oh, Kenny… darling, this is going to be even better than I'd hoped!"
Now that his little dick was into her, his hairless pubic mound pressing against her furry crack, there was no way the vagina-filling cucumber could slip out again. She threw her arms around the child and hugged him tight before she slid her hands lower and cupped the tensed, hard little cheeks of his boyish bottom.
"Fuck your mama, honey!" she whispered sultrily, her rump revolving ruttishly. "Nice and slow! Stroke that darling dick in and out of my hot ass!"
Anything Mama said was aces with Kenny. Her pooper felt much tighter and hotter around his stem than her mature pussy had. He'd thought her pussy was the most wonderful thing in the world, but man, her butthole was even better! Bracing himself with his elbows on the bed beside her ribcage, he laid the side of his head on the relatively flat area of chest between the small mounds of her pert little titties and began fucking unhurriedly into the snugly encircling ring of her lubricated anus.
"Oooh, oooh, ooooh!" Marge chanted, when he got going with a smooth, steady rhythm.
He was pumping her forbidden rear portal with approximately three-inch strokes. Each time he backed his sweet dick partway out of her clinging asshole, the elastic walls of her packed vagina sprang back sufficiently to tug her womb forward. Its tender mouth would bump against the rounded end of the cucumber and, like a plunger, push it forward, making the larger end protrude about three inches from the slippery opening of her puffy-lipped snatch. Then Kenny would jab his peter back into her appreciative rectum, his fatty mound catching the end of the portion of cucumber which her pussy had forced out, and his downward momentum would drive the long, fat object full into her again, its smaller end shoving her womb back up into her belly and enlarging her vaginal sheath to make it take every bit of the wrist-thick, eight-inch cuke.
The cucumber felt refreshingly cool, but other than that, the sensations it provided were amazingly similar to the glorious ones which Frank's larger than average dong had given her, and brute or not, her ex-lover had turned her on to intercourse and made her love it, whereas she'd only submitted passively to her husband and had rarely enjoyed it during all the years of their marriage. Those days of sexual disinterest were gone forever now, however, and Marge was sighing with the sensual pleasure of it as her son sodomized her, his screwing motions keeping the cuke – the consistency of which was almost identical to a fully erected male organ – shuttling incessantly back and forth in her overjoyed vagina.
"Ohhhhh… oh, Kenny…baby… oh, Lord, it's goooooddd!!" she said, tugging him into her with her hands cradling his butt as she pressed down with her feet and shoved up to meet him halfway. "Aaahhhhhh!!"
Indeed it was good. It was as if her precious little boy had two pricks – one the perfect size for her hungry pussy and the other one ideal for plugging the erogenous smaller opening of her pleasured rear portal – and he was giving them both to her at once, sodomizing her and screwing her simultaneously.
"Mmmm, mmmm!" she moaned, the muscles in her legs contracting and relaxing as she worked with him to heighten their mutual enjoyment of this unusual, deliciously sinful act of mother/son incest. "God, yesss… I love it…love itt!!"
Marge was keenly aware of the nodules which stood out from the irregular outer surface of the large cucumber bobbing within her slippery tunnel, for they brushed against the satiny walls of her secreting vagina and kept the sensitive inner surfaces of her blood-engorged labia majora fluttering delightfully. And the further stimulation of feeling the smooth, elastic rim of her gripping asshole pumping in and out around the shaft of her son's thrusting dick gave her a steady stream of the most voluptuous sensations. When she'd gotten the idea of inserting a cucumber in her vagina while her son cornholed her, she'd expected to enjoy it but, good grief, she hadn't dreamed it would feel this terrific! It was ridiculously good!
"Kenny, Kenny!" she panted, her abdominal muscles rippling beneath the silky softness of her perspiration-glossy skin. "You're buggering me… so good! Ohhhhh… oh, it's lovely… love-leee! Harder,baby anhh, yes, yes… and faster, too! Fuck it… into me… that sweet dick! Cornhole Mother's…hot ass and… ooooh…make her… ooouuuu… make her cummm!!"
"I think… I'm 'bout to, toooo!!" Kenny squeaked, and he slipped his small hands in under the upper slopes of his mother's jouncing buttocks as he answered her call to action.
The lad's boyish behind flew up and down, his achy peter plunging like a piston in the snug, furnace-hot cylinder of her anal canal, while his pubic mound stuffed the bobbing cuke back up her fast as her pulsating pussy tried to push it out.
"Ooohhhhh… yes, darling, yesss!" she sobbed, her well-proportioned rump gyrating to the cadence set by Kenny's rapidly pumping prick. The frenzied friction of it was setting her asshole on fire, making it tingle and itch like everything, while the combined motion of their arcing hips kept the long, thick cucumber flying up and down in her slick, velvety vagina, its deeper end increasing her pleasure immeasurably each time it banged into the supersensitive neck of her uterus and shoved that pear-shaped organ of femininity back up into her belly. "Shit, shit… ohh, sweet shit! I'm going… out of… my mind! Go, baby, go! Hump me! Ram it to me! Ahhhhh… Mother's little lover… precious angel… uunnn, uunnn, uunnn… yeah, yeah… oh, Goddamn it… yesss… fuck me, fuck me… ffuucckk mmeeee!!"
His mother's passionate outcries spurred the boy on. Whimpering blissfully, he speeded up the tempo until he was cramming his throbbing stalk up her quivering butthole fast and hard as he could go.
This was precisely what Marge wanted now. Her orgasm loomed on the horizon and she was rushing toward it. The cords connecting her thighs to her groin stood out boldly, jerking and twitching as she employed the muscles in her legs to help her slam her cock-hungry asshole up to her son. The copious production of clear cuntal secretions oozed from her hairy gash and trickled luridly down the crack of her furiously bobbing butt. The bottom of her vaginal well was full of hot woman paste, causing her to squish lewdly each time the synchronized efforts of their lunging together drove the cucumber all the way back into her pulsing snatch.
"Uunnn, uunnn… oh, Jesusss… now,Kenny!" she yelped, giving it everything she had for a moment, her wild gyrations making the bed groan and pop in protest. Then she slammed down with her feet and shoulders, holding Kenny hilt-deep in her winking rectum as her body arched upward. She hung there briefly, her bowed torso supporting the insignificant weight of her slender son while the perspiration-sheened globes of her lovely rear end did a quivery dance in midair before she collapsed back to the bed with the child atop her, sobbing, "Now,son! Oh, my gawddd… now, now, nnoowww!!"
The roiling rapture of her unfurling orgasm engulfed her completely, blotting out her conscious awareness as it picked her up and carried her soaring to the heights of carnal fulfillment.
"I'M CUMMING!" she bleated, her torso thrashing about… "Cumming. Cuuum-mmmiiinnnggg… cccuuummmmmmmiiiiinnnnngggggg!!"
The strong walls of her vagina clamped down harshly on the embedded cucumber. Had it not been for her son's denuded pubic mound, pressed tightly against her hairy hole, her cunt would've expelled the slippery cuke like a submarine launching a torpedo. As it was, the larger end of the phallic-shaped vegetable thudded against the lad's groin and stopped abruptly, only to have her convulsing snatch suck it back in a split second later. As the cucumber's smaller, more rounded end banged back into the hypersensitive mouth of her orgasmically spasming womb, Marge threw back her head and voiced her delight with a guttural: "Wwwhhhaaaahhhhhhhhh!!"
This was too much for the child. His mother's fluttering assflesh was grabbing at his throbbing peter like the mouth of some huge, fever-crazed bloodsucker. Her anal rim alternately tightened and relaxed around the base of his buried stem, hurting and feeling marvelous to him at the same time. It felt as if her ravenous asshole meant to chew off his pecker even with his body, and Kenny didn't much care if it did, for the suctioning effect of her snapping rectum drew him into orgasm along with her.
"Mama… Ma-maaa!!" he hissed through gritted teeth, and then his mouth fell open as his lust-glazed eyes clenched shut. "Uunnn, uunnn… Mama…ung, ung, unggghhhhh!!"
His stubby prick gave a mighty throb, its head expanding to the limit inside her anal canal. Then Marge could feel it twitching with the unmistakable rhythm of his spermless climax.
"God Almighty Damn how sswweeeettt!!" she groaned and, overcome with a surge of incestuous motherly love, she nearly squeezed her blissfully grunting child in half. "You're cumming… with me! I can… ahhhhh… feel you! Oh, Kenny! yes, precious, yesss… oooohhhhhh… cum, baby, cuummm!!"
"Ung,ung… aaahhhhh-ggaaaahhhi hhh!!" the boy cried.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Marge moaned, her sweat-glistening torso shivering ecstatically. "Kenny… lover… my little angel! Oh, Jesusss… nnnaaaahhhhhhhhh!!"
Her head rocked mindlessly from side to side, her belly heaving and her asshole sucking at the three-and-a-half inches of throbbing young dick stuck up her butt. It was divine, both of them cumming together, her son's shuddering body holding the pleasure-giving cuke full into her joyously spasming pussy while his darling little long pounded away in the heated depths of her spastically quaking rump. If this wasn't heaven, then it was close enough to suit Marge, for she'd never had a better screwing than the double-reaming which her son had just given her.
"Ooooohhhhhhh!!" she groaned.
And Kenny answered her with a series of sighs, grunts, and rapturous moans: "Aaaaahhh… unn, unn… ahhhhhhh… ohhhhhh… uunngggg… ohh, ohh… ooouuuuu-aaahhhhhh!!"
"Uunnn-gggaaahhhhh… oh, sonny bbooyyy…Mother loves… yyyooouuu… gawd, gawd… ohh, Jesus Goddd…it's sooo… Goddamned…ggoooooddddd… haaaa-llaaaaahhhh!!"
They clung to one another like no mother and son should, both of them sobbing and shuddering and moaning aloud with the nearly excruciating ecstasy of their simultaneous cumming.
"Okay, honey, you can back that sweet dick out of me now," Marge said after the rewarding moment of their incestuous union had passed. "I believe we've had enough for tonight, don't you?"
The head of Kenny's limber penis departed his mother's gripping rectum with a wet-sounding pop not unlike the uncorking of a small bottle.
"I can scarcely move," Marge sighed, as her son rolled off her and her fingers caught the pussy-wetted cucumber that came sliding from her hairy hole. She tossed it over the side of the bed and let it fall where it would. "Whooo… what a fucking you gave me!"
Kenny grinned. "You won't let nobody else now, will you?"
"Well," she drawled tauntingly. "Not tonight, anyway. Now go wash your peter, my jealous little lover, and let's see if we can't get some sleep."
Marge smiled to herself as Kenny got up and toddled off to the john. After the way he'd satisfied her with the aid of that long, fat cucumber, she was glowing with a sense of physical well-being. She knew they shouldn't have done it, but strangely enough she didn't experience enough guilt to disturb her lazy mood of relaxed voluptuousness.
She was smoking a cigarette when her son climbed back into bed.
"Love me?" she purred.
"Yeah," he replied grudgingly. "And you better not let nobody else make love to you, either."
"Jealous," she said, and laughed softly.
"I can't help it, Mama!" he wailed.
"I know you can't, dear," she replied as she got up to turn off the light in the kitchenette. "That's what makes it so delicious."
Kenny snuggled up to her when she got back in bed. He'd put his pajamas back on but Marge was still nude. She finished her cigarette, mashed it out in the ash tray, then rolled onto her side and took him into her arms.
The way she was feeling now, her own sweet, insanely jealous son was the only lover she would ever be wanting from this night on. But his possessiveness pleased her more than he would ever know, and she wasn't about to tell Kenny anything that might change his attitude.