There was no doubt about it, Jamie Henderson had special privileges. If anyone could have seen what he was doing at that moment, they would have agreed that no other eighteen-year-old boy could have gotten away with such a thing like that. But that might not have been quite true. In fact, there may have been quite a few teenage boys doing the same thing. But anyway, he did have special privileges. That was evident when he crawled into bed with his mother, lifted up her nightie and put his hand on her cunt.
What's more, his mother didn't even object. You would have expected this very attractive, red-haired young woman (she was only thirty-six) to behave like any other mother would have (well, some of them anyway), that she would have awakened and on seeing that her son was in bed with her and was fingering her pussy, have raised absolute hell. She did awaken, but what she did after that was to turn over on her side facing him, give him a warm loving smile and reach for his fully erect cock, while their mouths came together in a hot passionate kiss.
Mrs. Frank (Jennifer) Henderson wasn't at all worried that they would be caught doing what they were doing. Her husband had already left for his business, a book store on the main street of Tuttleville, and she and her son had the house all to themselves. She knew her son would never get into bed with her until he had seen his father back his car out of the driveway. Then he would lock the doors, so that it would be safe for him to get into bed with his mother and go after her pussy.
Jennifer moaned softly as she felt her son's finger ease its way into her already moist twat. Their lips parted and she looked at him with an endearing smile.
"You really take over, don't you, as soon as your father is out of the house," she teased.
"Wouldn't Dad flip if he could see us now?" said Jamie, grinning at her. "He thinks that now that school is out for the summer, I sleep until noon every day."
"That's because he doesn't really know his son very well, has no idea what a bundle of energy you are, an absolute ball of fire, when you're in bed with your mother," said Jennifer. "I should be ashamed to admit this, but I like having my son in bed with me."
"That's nothing to be ashamed of, Mom, since nobody knows about it but you and me," Jamie told her. "Besides, it's all Dad's fault anyway. He shouldn't leave for the store every morning without taking care of you before he leaves. He should know you well enough by now to realize how hot and horny you are during the day, especially in the morning."
"I'm afraid your father couldn't do much about it anyway, even if he did know," said Jennifer. "He's so out of it in the morning, he's doing well just to get dressed, get into his car and make it to the store. Even then he can't function until he's downed a pot of coffee."
"Well, that's okay by me," said Jamie. "It made things just that much easier. That first time I crawled into bed with you, you hardly put up any struggle at all."
Jennifer laughed. "Who are you kidding? I gave you all kinds of hints that Mother wouldn't mind you getting into bed with her. If you hadn't come into my room when you did, I'd have gone into yours and got into bed with you."
She sat up, pulled her nightie up over her head and tossed it aside. "There, that better?" she asked, leaning over him and dragging one of her soft fleshy tits across his face. "You like being in bed with your mother when she's bare naked, don't you, you bad boy."
Jamie laughed and wrapped his arms around her, one hand on her back and the other on her ass, then rolled her onto her back. Looking down at her, he caressed her legs, fondled her pussy and teased it again with his finger. Moisture was oozing from her snatch, telling him she was hot and ready. Both his hands went up over her belly to her tits and he played with them. He kissed her face, her neck, her shoulders, then sucked on both her tits. After he gave them a good going over, he kissed her mouth again. He climbed on top of her and the head of his cock prodded the lips of her pussy. He felt her legs come up over his hips, pulling him tighter against her. He had not even begun to slip his cock into her, yet he was already feeling pleasure just from being on top of her. He was sure his mother felt the same way.
"Come on, darling. Push it into me," she said in a lewd whisper. "I want it. Oh, I want it so very much. I love these mornings when you're in bed with me. I don't know what I'll ever do, when you go off to college this fall."
"No problem, Mom. I'm enrolling at Amhurst, just fifteen miles away and I can live at home, instead of campus. I'll have plenty of time to make love to you after Dad is gone and I have to leave. I'm going to be in bed with you every morning for years to come."
"Oh sweetheart, that's so wonderful to hear," Jennifer said breathlessly. "You don't know how it turns me on to hear you say that. I think I'm going to stay here in bed and be good to you all day long."
She let out a little cry of delight as her son's enormous cock pushed its way into her. In it went, inch by inch, pushing in a ways, then drawing back, then going in deeper. By the time several inches of his shaft was in her, her ass was moving in an erotic motion, harmonizing with the movements his prick was making as it went in deeper and deeper.
"Oh Lord, you're big," she cooed, with a note of satisfaction in her voice. "It makes me feel so deliciously wicked, to have my son's big solid cock in my pussy."
Her words filled him with lust and made his cock quiver in its urgent need. Their lips met again as he moved into her a little at a time. He could feel her pussy hugging his shaft. It was a tight fit and he had to let her get it all, before they really went into action. He didn't mind the time it took. The sensation of going into her a little at a time, was exciting and it felt good. Everything about his lovely red-haired mother felt good.
Finally he had his entire shaft in her. He could feel his balls wedged in the crack of her ass. His mother groaned, then sighed. Then her arms tightened around his neck and she kissed him again.
"Now comes the really good part," she breathed, "when you stop teasing your mother. Fuck me!"
He started moving it in and out, in long slow strokes. Her slippery cuntal juices oozing out of her pussy were doing the job of making it easier and added to the pleasure they were both feeling. His cock began to slide like a smooth piston, in and out, in and out, and with such a tight feeling as his mother's cunt was providing, the feeling for him was out of this world. Her legs moved. Her feet were on the backs of his legs, then up higher. He could tell that she liked what she was getting so much, she couldn't help squirming around beneath him. Her legs were up over his back now, and her body was working with his. And when he shot off his load in a passionate fury and thrust forward as far as he could go, she cried out with joy and took him all the way. He could feel her getting off when he did and her cunt was gripping his cock, like she wanted him to keep pumping the way he was.
He collapsed on top of her and after a while her legs fell off his back, to the bed. They lay there breathing heavily against each other. Thinking that he might be too heavy for her, he made an effort to roll off of her but she stopped him, bringing her arms around his back and holding him.
"Don't you dare," she whispered. "I love the feeling of you on top of me."
"But I'm heavy…"
"Not too heavy. I like it."
"Okay by me. You feel very comfortable."
"I'm built for comfort," she said with a little laugh. "Think back to those times before you started being naughty with your mother, and how you longed to get on top of me. Now you are. Isn't it nice?"
"I can't think of anything nicer."
A short time later, he slipped his hands under his mother's ass, got a firm grip on both her fleshy round globes, then rolled over onto his back, taking her with him. Now he could feel her against him along the full length of their bodies, without worrying that he might crush her. He could feel her warm moist pussy against his cock that was already stiffening up again. He felt her tits against his chest, and his hands were free to explore her sexy ass, to rub between her legs and send thrills through her that made her cunt pulsate against his cock. He knew what his mother liked and how she appreciated him giving it to her.
He'd had plenty of opportunity to learn all the little things that drove his mother wild. He knew the positions she liked to be in most, although it seemed she liked any position he wanted to get her into. As long as she had her son's cock inside her, as far as it would go, she was happy. Up to now he'd fucked her every afternoon when he got home from school. But now that school was out for the summer, he began fucking her in the morning too, right after his father left for work. Sometimes they stayed in bed most of the day, fucking. They didn't do that often, though. She had housework to do, and shopping to be done. And the laundry. Jamie helped her with all of that, giving her more time to do naughty things with him. It was nice to be able to fuck her throughout the day, right up until his father came home from work.
He brought his hands up along her sides, caressing her full round tits with his palms. He felt her passion growing, as it was growing with him. He felt her legs spreading wide, causing her pussy to open so that the head of his cock was poking between the lips. Then raising her hips, his mother reached down between them, held his steel-like cock so that it was pointing upward and she lowered her pussy onto it. Just the head went in, as her mouth pressed onto his in a kiss of increasing passion. As they kissed she moved her pussy up and down, never taking more than the head, and it sent thrills all through him that made him want to stay in bed with his mother forever.
Then she began slowly taking more of his cock into her each time, and he could feel his load growing. It swelled out the vein and made all the nerve endings more sensitive. His mother was running the show this time and that was fine with him. She never failed to make it good for him – and herself. That slow slide her pussy made down his cock, right to his groin, caused his mother to let out a little cry of delight. She raised herself up slowly, then slid down his cock again. She was sitting on him now. Her cries of pleasure became more intense. The fourth time she did it, he was moaning with her and he had his hands on both her tits, squeezing them gently and running his hands over the stiffened nipples. She gave him a long pleasurable fucking, with her cunt doing most of the work. Their breathing became heavier. She came down on top of him, flattening her tits against his chest. She straightened out her legs so that they were stretched out behind her, alongside his. Then her mouth pressed onto his, her lips hot and demanding, her tongue darting forth in search of his.
She couldn't go slow now. Her ass began gyrating faster and faster. He felt his leg muscles going tight. That ticklish sensation began in his cock and his balls, and he pushed clear off the mattress, taking his mother with him. The way she was writhing on top of him and telling him how good it was, he knew she was right there at the peak of sensation, about to plunge into her orgasm. Half suspended in mid-air as she was, he shot his load into her and both of them humped and jerked as they came off together. Finally he collapsed and she came down with him.
He could have stayed there forever, especially when his mother told him that she could too. With her on top of him, his prick still in her, they rested – and then went at it again.
Two hours later, his mother, nestled in his arms, inhaled deeply and wrinkled her nose. "Good heavens, we both reek of sex. And your come is all over me, my hips, my belly and even my tits."
Jamie laughed. "Sorry, Mom, but pushing my cock back and forth between your tits felt so good, I couldn't help shooting off. My come is all over your neck and chin too."
His mother laughed with him. "You might have warned me. Then I could have put my mouth over your cock before you shot off. It's a shame to waste it."
"Don't worry, Mom. There's plenty more where that came from."
"I can believe that easy enough."
He gave his mother a loving kiss. "I love the way you smell after we've fucked. And I like the smell of your pussy, when it's hot and aroused."
"Your male scent is a turn-on for me, too," she replied. "That's why we go at it again and again, I guess."
His mother was grateful for his attention – not to mention his big hard cock – and she showed it in so many lewd, obscene and loving ways that Jamie didn't show much interest in screwing the teenage girls in his neighborhood.
Not that he passed up any good looking pussy that came his way. He surely didn't. He had something that really turned the girls on, and in this day and age a girl wasn't at all shy about seeking him out and offering it to him. He already had quite a few virgins to his credit. He enjoyed collecting virgins, being the first guy to crawl up between a girl's legs and show her how good it felt to have a solid cock moving up into her untried but eager cunt. He was quite secretive about his conquests and nobody knew a thing about it, except his mother. He told his mother everything, because she loved to hear about the naughty things her son did. After he related all the details of how he had given a girl her first fuck, his mother would be so hot and horny she would climb all over him. She'd grab hold of his steel-like cock and stuff it into her snatch, then go to work on him like she was intent on showing him once again that a teenage girl couldn't love him up half as good as she could.
To Jamie, being able to fuck his mother whenever he wanted to, as often as he wanted, was the greatest thing that ever happened to him. His lovely mother was the hottest, wildest and most sensuous piece of ass a guy could ever wish to have. And he fucked her like he could never get enough of her.
She was all his, too. She didn't fool around with other men, even though there were plenty of them around, some of them his father's good buddies, who wanted to get into her panties. But she didn't give them the time of day. She got all the extramarital sex she needed from her own son. They had a good thing going and they were good for each other. Since they fucked in the privacy of their own home, there was little chance they'd ever be caught doing it. The possibility of his father finding out he was screwing his mother, was pretty remote. So he and his mother had little to worry about and they fucked each other silly.
Jennifer gave her son a warm loving kiss, then said, "Come on. Let's go into the bathroom and get cleaned up."
While his mother stopped in the bathroom to put a plastic shower cap on her head and tuck her shoulder length red hair up under it so it wouldn't get wet, Jamie stepped into the shower stall and turned on the warm water. As soon as she got in with him and closed the sliding glass door behind her, she took the soap and started in on him. She lathered his arms, neck and shoulders, then went all over his chest and stomach like she was really enjoying herself. She leaned over and lathered his cock, giving it and his balls very attentive and loving treatment. Jamie sighed because it felt so good. His idea of happiness was his mother showing how much she admired his cock, whether it was by the way she looked at it, or the way she caressed it with her hands, or when she took it in her mouth, her cunt or in her ass. Or if she simply whispered in his ear, as she often did, telling him how much she loved his cock, the look and feel of it, and how much she loved having sex with her strong, virile, handsome looking son.
Lewd and obscene actions such as these, by his own mother, always set him on fire. It resulted in him fucking her like mad and was the kind of loving attention she enjoyed getting from him.
He surely loved what she was doing to him now. She was pushing the foreskin of his cock back as far as it would go, and washing the head with a loving gentle touch. Then she ran her fingers up and down its entire length.
Although he had fucked his mother five times since his father had left the house that morning, and she had sucked him off twice, which would have left most young men his age, even in his superb physical condition, exhausted – here he was in the shower with his mother and his cock was standing up and it couldn't have been any harder, if it had been made out of marble.
When she finished playing with his cock, she soaped his balls again, lathered his ass, got plenty of suds in the crack and then eased a finger all the way into his bumhole.
"You'd better let me wash you now, Mom," he gasped. "You're the one who complained of smelling sexy."
With a little chuckle she handed him the bar of soap and he began moving it over her body, which she obviously liked. He worked on her tits like they were precious objects of art that had to be washed and polished over and over again. He worked on them so long and so lovingly that she let her head fall back a little, her eyes closed, then her hand reached for his cock and played with it. He worked his way down, soaping her belly and her back, then concentrated on getting a thick soapy lather all over her cunt. With that done, she turned her back to him and he did the same to her rear end. When he had the cheeks of her ass and the crack between all lathered up, she stood with her legs apart and suddenly bent over. Jamie just as quickly eased first one finger, then two more, up his mother's asshole.
She sighed with pleasure and pushed her rear end back against him. He'd been up her back route often enough that she'd learned to relax her anal muscles and she felt no discomfort at having her bumhole stretched. The very idea of having his fingers up his mother's backside thrilled him so that he shivered with excitement and his hard cock quivered.
His mother reached back and pushed his fingers out of her asshole, then seized his cock and guided the head of it to the same place. He had no trouble figuring out what she wanted. He pressed forward, easing his prick into her ass.
He wrapped his arms around her waist as he leaned over her, pulled her tightly to him and began ass-fucking her. His mother let out a cry of delight as her passion soared, and that made him want to give it to her all the more. His hands beneath her seized her dangling tits and he hung onto them, squeezing the nipples gently between his fingers.
"Oh God, Mom," he groaned. "I sure am glad you like being fucked in the ass."
"You're the one who taught your mother to like it, you bad boy," she panted. "Nobody else has been up there. Not even your father!"
One of his hands left her tit and moved lower. He fondled her cunt, then slipped a finger inside, giving his mother pleasure at both openings. That always brought her off in a hurry. Pleased even more by his mother's obvious excitement, he fucked her ass vigorously. He could feel himself building up to a climax. He pounded his cock up his mother's bumhole and shot off his load, flooding the depths of her ass.
"Oh wow!" his mother panted, trying to catch her breath. "Wouldn't our friends and neighbors have something to talk about if they could see the position we're in right now, and what you just did to your mother."
Slowly he pulled his cock out of his mother's ass and she straightened up, turned around and began washing it for him.
"This poor thing takes such a beating," she cooed as she rubbed a thick lather of soap all over it and rinsed it off. "I honestly can't understand how it stands up to all this punishment."
Jamie grinned at her as he squeezed her tits. "My cock doesn't think of it as punishment."
After she finished cleaning up his cock, Jamie returned the favor and washed the crack of his mother's ass once again. Then they stepped from the shower and dried each other off.
"Shall we dress for lunch, or shall we go informal?" his mother asked with a girlish giggle.
"If you mean naked," said Jamie, grinning at her. "Let's go that way."
That night at the supper table was like any other night at the Henderson household. Frank Henderson sat at the head of the table, his wife Jennifer on his right and his son Jamie on his left. He talked as usual about how things went that day at the book store, the biggest and most prosperous one for miles around. It was remarkable that the small community of Tuttleville could support a book store of that size, but people came from miles around to do business there.
Frank was a clever businessman and he devoted a great deal of time to it. And he had connections, various clubs he belonged to, several community projects he was active in. This took up a good deal of his spare time, time which he should have been spending with his wife, he supposed, but it paid off. His business was thriving. He was sure Jennifer understood. Besides, with school out for the summer, she had their son Jamie for company. Jamie took her wherever she wanted to go in the evenings, when he had to go back to the store. Jamie took her to the movies and to social events, which was really his husbandly duty to do so and which he wasn't attending to. But his wife and their son got along well together and they didn't seem to mind. Jennifer didn't complain that it was her son who took her places, instead of her husband. And Jamie didn't object to taking his mother wherever she wanted to go, when he could have been out with some teenage girl.
It made Frank feel more at ease, knowing his wife was with their son, when he couldn't be with her. His dear Jennifer was a faithful, respectable wife and having an extramarital affair was the farthest thing from her mind, he was sure. Yet by the very way she was put together, a beautiful face, a superb figure and a warm personality, was a temptation to men. He knew all too well that even his good buddies, supposedly his loyal friends, wanted to get into her panties, and would, if she gave any one of them the least bit of encouragement. His wife had something about her that seemed to broadcast sex, like she was a transmitter sending out signals. It was all too apparent that she had a hot, sexy nature, even if she herself was unaware of it. It was so easy to get her aroused, that if he spent less time at the store and more time with her, she'd likely burn him out in a month. When they were in bed together, he couldn't begin to match her passionate demands. A woman like that would at times, he knew, be tempted to get a little on the side, like several other women in this town were doing.
But with his son accompanying his mother nearly everywhere she went, he felt secure. Even if the boy didn't realize it, he was looking after his father's interests. His presence with his mother was a discouragement to men who wanted to make a try for her. For that reason he didn't press too hard when Jamie didn't show any interest in spending the summer months working as a clerk in the book store, learning the business, but seemed to prefer to just hang around the house and do nothing. If his mother didn't mind him being underfoot all the time, it was all right with him. She had someone to talk to all day and that would keep her mind off sex.
It was when a woman was alone in the house all day that she was apt to be tempted, he thought. His friend Cecil was having marital problems because of that very thing. He came home during the day when he wasn't expected and found his wife having sex with the teenage boy who mowed their lawn every week. Yes, Frank Henderson was very pleased that his son was home with his mother all day, making that kind of nonsense impossible.
While his father was having his secret thoughts, Jamie glanced across at his mother, and smiled a furtive little smile. His mother could have been an actress. She deserved an academy award. Right now she was being the quiet natured, highly moral, respectable wife and mother, who never had an immoral thought in her life. She looked so innocent that if someone said fuck in front of her, she'd faint dead away. Who would ever suspect that she had been naked most of the day, romping around the house with her son? There wasn't a thing about her to indicate she'd had her son's prick in her mouth, in her cunt and up her ass. It wasn't written on her forehead in red letters. It didn't show. How many other mothers in town, Jamie wondered, were putting on a similar convincing act of innocence?
"It's a strange thing, the way the book business has been going over the past several years," Frank Henderson said, unknowingly cutting in on his son's lewd thoughts about his mother.
"In what way, dear?" asked Jennifer.
"Sex has become far and away the best-seller," said Frank. "The public is obsessed with immorality, even in their reading. Sex is the all important thing. If they aren't doing it, they watch it on TV or in the movies."
"I think that's terrible," said Jennifer, glancing at her son and thinking of the X-rated movie he took her to the other night in another town.
"And if they aren't watching it," Frank went on, "they want to read about it. If the books we sell weren't about sex, the store would go broke. If you go to a hardware store to buy a socket wrench, it's fastened by plastic to a cardboard backing that has a picture of a naked woman on it. Nothing, it seems, can be sold without sex."
"It's the age we're living in, I guess," said Jennifer with a deep sigh, as she passed the dish of mashed potatoes across to her son.
"You wouldn't believe what they're planning for a book they intend to bring out," said Frank.
"What kind of book, Dad?" asked Jamie.
"Another Kinsey type thing," said Frank. "A study on incest."
That got Jamie and his mother's attention. They both glanced at each other and looked startled.
"Incest?" said Jennifer.
"Yes. I received a notice about it from the publisher," said Frank. "It was a questionnaire, really. They want to know how I think it will sell. They send this questionnaire to all the bookstores around the country and if it looks like it will sell well, they'll go ahead with the research on it and write it."
"Incest seems to be a popular subject lately," said Jennifer cautiously. "It's being written about in newspapers and magazines, and they've even made several movies with that as the subject!"
"Yeah, there's a movie out now where the hero and the heroine are brother and sister," said Jamie. "And they do it to each other all through the picture."
Jennifer gave her son a warning glance. At the same time she made a mental note that she wanted him to take her to see that movie, when it was showing at their favorite out-of-town theater.
"It's disgraceful," said Frank. "Sexologists claim there's a lot of it going on, sex between brother and sister, father and daughter, niece and uncle, nephew and aunt, and between mother and son."
"How shocking!" Jennifer gasped.
"What's more," Frank went on, "this information I received claims they've found a particular town where a good many people are doing it. Mostly between mothers and sons, but a lot of it between brothers and sisters too. They plan to send investigators to this place and get the goods on these women who are fooling around with their sons. Then the information they gather will go into the book. There'll be several volumes, the first dealing with sex between a mother and her son."
"What's this world coming to?" asked Jennifer, looking a little uneasy.
Jamie tried to shrug it off. "It sounds pretty far out, Dad. I doubt if anything will come of it."
"Not if I can help it," said Frank. "I wrote them back and told them the whole idea was disgusting and sick. I also told them that whoever thought up that idea, should be put away."
"Good for you, dear. If there were more people like you, looking after the community and family life, it would be a better world."
Frank look pleased and smiled at her. "Thank you, dear. I'm glad you understand about these things. Keeping watch over the way society is going, does involve a lot of time. And it pleases me that you've never complained about the time I've spent with these community organizations, when I could have been home with you!"
Jennifer glanced at her son again, then concentrated on the food on her plate.