Babs Marshal ran her fingers up and down the lips of her cunt, relishing the waves of pleasure that washed over her. She floated on her back in the comfort of the huge water bed, eyes closed, dreaming of a thick, rigid cock. Her husband had been out of town on business for a week, but the image of the muscular male that hovered in her mind was not Dan. It was her father.
"O-h-h-h," Babs moaned softly as her passion grew. She was alone in the house, both her children out on heavy dates. Her father was such a strapping stud, and even as a girl she had dreamed of his prick. She loved Dan, but how nice it would have been – just once – to feel the hardness of her father's organ in her pussy.
She was building herself gradually towards a climax, visions of two hard cocks now competing in her mind. Her husband and her father, Roy, each so powerfully built, so well hung, and the cock of first one and then the other dominated her imagination. Her finger found the clit, teased it, brought a greater flow of cunt juice to her hand. Again she moaned aloud, as she neared the peak of passion.
Long, stiff, pink-hued penises wafted before her, her dad's, her husband's, and then a third. Behind it was the lean, athletic body of her son Ned. Yes, he too was a player in her dreams, a cock to be lusted for.
Suddenly, a sound cut into Babs's revery. Someone had entered the house. She paused, her heart momentarily stopped, her ears tense for another sound. Then she made out the familiar footfalls of her son, and she called out to him. "Ned, is that you?"
"Yeah, Mom, his dejected voice came back.
"What happened?"
"Date didn't pan out," she heard his somber voice reply. "I think it's snafu with Cecilia and me."
Babs swallowed hard with a feeling that matched the tone of her son's downcast voice. She pulled her hand from her moist cunt and rose from the bed. Her massive breasts, still firm and well formed, swayed as she donned a sheer nightgown and covered that with a robe. She went to the door, opened it and called to her son. "Come on up here, Ned. It can't be that bad." Then she returned to the bed to wait for him.
Seconds later he appeared in the doorway, his face as glum as his voice had been. "It is," he said. "I blew it."
Babs was reclining on the bed, a pillow behind her. "Tell me all about it," she cooed. "Come over and sit on the bed."
Ned stepped out of the doorway and was soon slumped unhappily beside his voluptuous mother. "I guess I went a little too fast," he said. "I thought Cecilia was ready… for some heavy necking. We were in the car, parked up by the cliff, and I… I guess I got a little out of line."
"You touched her breasts?"
"Uh, yeah. That was it," Ned came back, but from the tone of his voice his mother knew that he was fibbing. He must have made a play for her pussy, and the picture of her son's hand reaching under the skirt of the pretty Cecilia, groping for her panties, aroused a hot passion in her loins.
Ned was feeling the same thing… along with a hard cock. He had dreamed about this date with Cecilia for days, had played with himself imagining how it would be to feel her soft, full breasts, to slip his cock into her moist cunt. Night after night he'd pictured himself fucking her, always ceasing his self-stimulation before shooting the load he wanted to fill her pussy. Now he had built himself up to the bursting point. He was burning for a fuck.
Ned looked up at his mother, got a whiff of her heady perfume. His eyes fell to her breasts, hardly the first time he'd noticed them. Babs reached out, drew her son to her, enjoying the hardness of his eighteen-year-old torso. Ned trembled, a pang of lust shooting through him. His mother's big boobs were pressed against his chest, and his dick was hard against the fabric of his underpants. Babs's robe was almost as thin as her nightgown, and he felt the probing of her nipples through his shirt. His mother's big pink nipples were no longer soft buds, but swollen fingers of passion eager for the fingers of a man.
Babs had often felt excited by her son – seeing him in a towel after a bath or in a swimsuit with a hard-on – but she had kept her feelings to herself. Not that such desires had bothered her conscience. She was far too easy a broad to worry about perfectly natural thoughts, though what she was feeling now was also far too potent to ignore. The combination of her son's fine young looks with his childlike need to be comforted really turned her on. She felt her clit harden, and drop after drop of cunt juice oozed out to collect like dew on the lush pubic nest that nuzzled between her legs.
Without knowing exactly what she wanted to do, she pressed Ned closer and started to kiss him. The kisses were strictly maternal at the start, but quickly grew passionate. Ned found himself slipping his tongue into his mother's mouth and pressing it against hers. All the things he had dreamed of doing with Cecilia he now found himself wanting to do with his mother, and unlike the girl who had spurned him, his mother was loving and warm.
"I dig that, Ned," she whispered, knowing what she was encouraging him to do. Was she doing it because she was hot for his cock or because she knew that a good fuck would do wonders for his deflated ego? She didn't know, but she didn't care, either. She just wanted her son's dick in her cunt.
That husky whisper was all it took to make up Ned's mind. His prick already felt ready to burst through his pants. He just had to have this wonderful, soft, warm woman, and he had to have her now. He slid his hand in her bathrobe and caressed one lace-covered breast. It was so round and full and firm. He squeezed the prominent nipple, and his mother gave a little shudder of delight.
Ned pressed on the underside of the tit, and the thing came popping out of the top of her nightie. He rubbed his hands over it again. How much better it was to feel smooth, female skin than the fabric of her nightgown. The nipple was so big, so hard. He pinched it again, and his mother let out a low moan.
She was delighted that the boy was taking the lead, playing the aggressive role. Like any mother, she wanted her son to grow into a virile man, and it made her clit tingle to realize he was ready to take a woman. Besides, her tits had always been sensitive, so the purely physical thrill would have been enough to drive her cunt up the wall.
"O-h-h-h," she gasped. Her own hands weren't idle. She thought a man should take the lead in sex, but she didn't believe a woman should lie back like a corpse. She squeezed his bone through the fabric of his pants, then pulled down the zipper. Ned's prick punched against the white cloth of his underpants as the constraint of the trousers was removed. Babs pulled his underpants down, so his aching cock at long last stretched to its full, hard length. She gave it a squeeze that nearly sent it shuddering off in spurts of come right then and there.
The thought of squeezing her own son's prick – and the feeling of its stiffness in her hand – almost made her come too.
"Mom! That's great!" he gasped. He drew her bathrobe back and pushed both tits over the top of her nightie. He kissed and licked them, showing a natural skill in doing so. As far as Babs knew, he hadn't had much sex, but now that an opportunity had arrived for him to do his stuff, he knew how to take advantage of it. Instead of doing the easy thing, which would have been to take his mother's nipples in his mouth and suck them, he was teasing her breasts to work her up to a state of sexual frenzy. He began by kissing the soft globes on the underside where they folded over to meet the wall of chest. No one had ever done that to Babs before, and she was a bit surprised to discover just how sensitive she was at that spot. Then, after pushing the tits around with his mouth, he started to kiss his way in towards one nipple, progressing with tender kisses in a circular pattern.
Babs got more and more excited as his lips got closer and closer to her pink nubs. She had breast-fed Ned when he was a baby, and the thought of those same lips now licking her tits turned her to fire. Closer and closer his mouth got. Then his tongue flicked out quickly and coated the nipple with saliva, and his lips briefly pressed her teat. It was as if an explosion had been triggered in Babs. The mouth that had suckled her nipple for milk now sucked it for passion.
She moaned. She'd expected him to start sucking, but she hadn't reckoned on the crazy thrill that would course through her body and soul at that moment. Also, she hadn't known what a teaser he was. The first suck was followed by just one more, and then he started to kiss elsewhere on her tits.
"O-h-h-h-h-h!" Her long, passionate groan came to her own ears as if heard at a long distance, as if it came from a creature in some remote forest; a raw animal sound it came. "O-h-h-h. Suck me! Suck me! Is my baby hungry?" She moaned as she felt the pressure of his lips on her tingling nipple once more.
Ned was so busy with her breasts that for awhile he forgot the wonderful cunt that lay hidden from view but came suddenly and vividly to his mind. When that vision of steaming pussy burst into his imagination, he quickly moved his hands to her robe and nightgown, drew them down and away, stripping his mother bare. He lay a hand on the inside of her right thigh, slid it towards her pussy while she ground her asscheeks against the bed in excitement. The sight of her naked body turned him to a wild man. He pressed his thumb against her clit, and she pressed his prick in reply. It was so nice for both of them that each was tempted to just feel the other off. Yet, Babs had done without a prick inside her for a week, and she knew what it was she wanted – good hard bone, smack in the twat.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she moaned. Any worry she might have had about the incestuous nature of the act was swept away by the rising tide of desire. The way Ned's balls were aching to come he was more than happy to oblige his mother. Already, the female odor wafting up from her wet cunt – stronger than her perfume – was driving him out of his mind. He was hardly about to stop and reflect on the right or wrong of fucking his mother.
She spread her legs, and he positioned himself on top of her. He'd never fucked a woman before, but he knew basically what it was that a guy was supposed to do. After all, he'd certainly dreamed plenty about fucking Cecilia. Babs thought it might simplify things to give him a few pointers, but she decided not to. It wouldn't do much for his ego to be told what to do by his first fuck partner, especially his mother.
She'd just have to hope he was able to figure things out for himself.
As it turned out, she didn't have anything to worry about. True, for a second or two he wasn't about to find her pussy, but the prodding of his tool against her labia was nice and exciting in itself. Besides, it wasn't long before she felt the tool press against the right spot. Ned hesitated a moment, half from fear, half to prolong the wonderful moment. Then in he slid, very slowly. In he slid with a thrill that coursed through his body. He didn't push in with a powerful thrust. He was too nervous for that, and he wanted to be sure not to hurt his mother's cunt.
Babs let out a gasp of delight as she felt her son's thick tool gently penetrate her intimate feminine recesses. His body was still boyish in some respects, though developing nicely, but his prick was unquestionably the prick of a man. It was long, hard, thick and made for action. It was ready to spew forth the load of cream long-waiting in his balls. Those balls were pulled tight against Ned's root in excitement He could hardly believe what was happening as he began to pump carefully.
I'm fucking my mother! I'm fucking my mother! The words raced through his skull, not bearing guilt, but expressing his joy and the pride he suddenly felt in his manliness and newfound prowess. He felt grateful to his mother, too, and he meant to show it by giving her the best fuck a woman could have. At first he pumped slow and gentle, working his rod back and forth in the eager twat. How wet it was. Babs was always very wet in sex, and the realization that she had her own son's prick inside her body turned her cunt into a running river.
Ned started to pick up speed, and style too. His first thrusts had been kind of shaky and uneven, but now as he pistoned his mother's soft body, he really started to hit his stride, to get the necessary rhythm.
Now Babs felt that she could help him a bit. She had plenty of rhythm herself, and by the way she responded with her body to his pelvic thrusts, she silently indicated just how it should be done. Ned fucked away, hitting her just right, picking up speed and power till he reached a steady pounding.
"That's good, Ned!" she gasped. He was pumping like mad now. "I'm going to come soon," she gasped. She was getting there, and then her pussy exploded in a wild surge of frantic joy, as shudder after shudder of female pleasure poured through her heaving body. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" she screamed. Ned was coming too, in long, hard spurts. He'd felt his tool stiffen, then give a little twitch, and finally start gushing into his mother's twat at the same moment that her orgasm hit.
"I'm coming!" she shrieked. "O-h-h-h!"
Finally it was over, and they rested there, cheek pressed against cheek, cock slowly softening up inside the warm, wet cunt. It had all been great, so great. Babs lay there in a stupor. Visions of her husband and her son and – yes – her father now swirled in her mind.
They whirled and became one. She lay there at peace with herself, picturing a naked couple in a meadow. They were herself and her son, but then they became Ned and his twin sister Nell. Suddenly she wished that Nell could be there too, in bed with her and Ned, instead of out on her heavy date.
Babs was shaken from her pleasant revery as Ned slowly pulled his tool from her sweltering cunt. He wanted to say something, to let her know how much he'd enjoyed the fuck, how grateful he was that she'd let him do it. But somehow he couldn't find the words. His mother understood, and the smile she gave showed it.
She spoke, but just to ask, "Want a drink? If you're old enough to fuck, you're old enough to drink."
"Sure, Mom. Thanks."
She had suggested a drink because she didn't want him to have time to start feeling sullen or guilty about fucking his mother. She wanted to give him something else to think about. Maybe she was afraid he might start feeling guilty because some new and funny feelings were surfacing in her, now that the excitement of the fuck was over. Ned asked if he could make the drinks – he promised he'd do a good job; he'd often watched his father make drinks – and as he went off to do it, Babs tried to sort out her feelings. She'd often felt aroused in her son's presence, but had just shrugged off the feelings as normal. Still, there's a difference between feeling aroused and having a prick in your body.
What does a word mean? she said to herself. Incest. She couldn't quite get rid of the uncomfortable feeling. She wondered, when Ned and she finished the drinks, should she tell him that they must never again do what they had just done, or should they keep up with a harmless game?
It would be safer to put an end to it before it got out of hand. Yet, that prick had sure felt good inside her. Hell, she thought, whatever I decide won't have much effect on what we do. It'll depend on how we feel. Babs noted that he had made it just right. He was a boy of many surprising talents. "Mom," he said, sipping his drink slowly – for he wasn't used to the taste of liquor – "that was really a lot of fun, what we did, you know."
"I thought so too," she said with a smile.
"But, I mean… is it right? Guys don't normally… f-fuck their mothers…"
Babs read the nervousness in his voice. He was afraid what they'd done was wrong, but maybe he was more afraid they wouldn't be able to do it any more. From the way he kept stealing glances at his mother's magnificent breasts, it was obvious just how eager he was for more sex with her.
"Ned," she said, "I just don't know. I mean, I'm trying to level with you. Incest is one of those things that's always been forbidden. But if two people love each other, and if they can give pleasure to each other, well, why shouldn't they have sex?"
"I don't know. It just feels funny."
"I know what you mean, Ned. It does."
They both sat sipping their drinks and not saying much. The longer they sat and looked at each other, the hotter they started to get. They were both naked now, and for Ned the sight of his mother's voluptuous female curves was every bit as great a turn-on as his own developing body was to her. He felt his balls start to stir, felt his prick stiffen up a bit. He looked harder at his mother. Yes, her soft nipples seemed bigger, they were standing out from her tits more. After all, there wasn't that great a difference in their ages. Babs had had the twins when she was only fourteen, and that's why she'd had to marry Dan. Not that she'd ever regretted it. She loved Dan, and he reminded her of her father. Still, some women need more sex – and more varieties of sex – than other women.
Playfully, Babs reached out and grabbed Ned's prick. She didn't have any clear plan of how the evening should go, or even whether they should continue with the fun and games. She was just acting on impulse.
The pressure of her hand was enough to make her son's prick swell in earnest, and as she felt the soft cock turn hard, her clit began to tingle and harden, and her still wet pussy got wetter.
Ned returned her affection by reaching out and cupping her crotch with his hand. She gave a little gasp that was followed by a bigger one as he pressed the fingers of the hand against her tender labia and buttonhard clit. They were giggling and laughing now, and each of them was reaching out, trying to touch as many parts of the other's body as possible, while the other playfully tried to keep from being touched.
It was all a game, but a game that turned Ned's prick stone-hard, and made Babs's cunt beg for attention.
As the touching and squeezing went on, and as both of them got hotter and hotter, they knew that – right or wrong – they just had to do some more screwing. "Ever licked twat?" Babs said.
"No, but I'd like to!" The rapport between mother and son was so good now that it wasn't necessary for Ned to claim all sorts of sexual experiences. He trusted her to respect him, despite the fact that she was the very first female he'd ever really gone very far with.
"Well," Babs said, "I guess there's no time like the present to eat your first box lunch."