In this chapter we will be examining a boy-loving woman who was somewhat different from the others we have described. The boy she was interested in was her own son, Johnny, age twelve. Delia Barber's husband was dead. This is often the case with the type of woman who develops a need for young boys. She went without male sex for several years, attempting the occasional self-masturbation for relief, but finally she could stand it no longer. One night she went to her son's room, crawled in bed with him, hugged and kissed him intensely until she felt his cock grow hard. She told him to get on top of her. He did so with surprising quickness. He made no moves until she put his cock into her pussy hole and told him to do it to her. He responded by doing exactly what she wanted. From that night on Delia slept with her son at every opportunity.
Now, he had been away to summer camp for two weeks and when he returned home she found her passions getting quite out of hand. A good-looking woman in her middle thirties, with an excellent figure, Delia had no difficulty in getting her son interested in fucking with her immediately instead of waiting until evening. He performed with great enthusiasm, did his job quickly and efficiently, gratifying her totally. She kissed him afterwards and then they both got out of bed, showered together and went to the kitchen for a light dinner.
The second night he was home, Delia felt the wild passions overcoming her again. It was nine o'clock at night, too early for her to go to bed. Johnny was watching television and seemingly unmindful of her present condition. No matter. She would heat him up soon enough, she told herself, as she went about the house making certain the various doors were closed and locked.
She came back to where Johnny was sitting engrossed in watching a horror movie.
"Dear," she said, "mother is in need."
He glanced at her. "Can't you wait until this show is over?"
She placed her hands on her wide hips and looked at him intently. "Dear, mother is in need."
Obediently, he got to his feet, shut off the T.V. and followed her into the bedroom. She watched him as he drew off his pants and shirt, socks and shoes. When he was completely naked she stared at his body, her pulse racing wildly.
"Well… " he said. "Take your clothes off, mother."
She undressed, taking her time about it and never once removing her gaze from his nudity. "You're getting to be a good-looking fellow, Johnny," she said. "Ever think about going out with a girl?"
"I was out with a girl at camp. That is, across the lake there was this girl's camp and another guy and I… well, we took a walk in the woods."
"You took a walk in the woods with two girls, you and this other fellow?"
"Yes, mother."
She lilted her lovely, bare tits and let them fall again, this being a calculated move on her part to inspire him to great things in a hurry.
"Did you do it to the girl?" she asked casually. "Yes, mother."
Delia was afraid her annoyance would show, but after a few moments decided it hadn't. "And did you like doing it to this girl?"
"Yes, sort of."
Delia sucked in air and let it out quickly. She knew a feeling of great relief. So his experiment with sex had not been an unqualified success. Good. Just how she wanted it to be, if it had to be at all. "Did you get on top of her, Johnny, or what?"
"Sure. I mean, yes, mother. I got on top of her."
"What kind of a girl was she?" Delia asked, her curiosity aroused.
He shrugged. "I don't know. Just a girl She let me do it to her without much fuss, if that's what you mean."
Delia bit her lips. "Did you go off quickly, or did you take your time, or what? Tell me about it."
He shrugged again. "I went off pretty quick, I guess. I don't know. She wanted me to do it to her again, so I did."
Delia frowned. "You did it to this girl twice in a row? How very nice of you. Imagine. Twice in a row, and in the woods, mind you."
"Are you mad at me, mother?"
Delia drew herself up, her nicely shaped tits bouncing about prettily. "Certainly not. I'm not afraid of a mere girl."
Her son looked at her appraisingly. "Who said anything about you being afraid of her?" he asked, puzzled slightly if his look was any indication.
"Oh… well… I didn't mean to say it just that way, dear. Come to bed with me now. I want you to satisfy me."
"You got hot pants, really got 'em, haven't you, mother?"
She smiled craftily. "You mean the old kind of hot pants or the new kind?"
He grinned crookedly. "The old, naturally. I've already seen you in the new kind so I wouldn't be asking about them." "Dear me," she said. "Whatever are we talking about?"
"Talking about going to bed, mother, and doing it." Johnny seemed to have matured a great deal in the two short weeks he had been away at camp, she thought. Just how many girls had he taken in those woods, she wondered. "Are we going to bed, mother?" he asked, fingering his soft cock.
"Not much use, is there? Your prick is as soft as a marshmallow."
"I can't help it," he told her. "Usually it gets hard when I see your tits and cunt and stuff. Makes me wonder why."
"I'm wondering, too, Johnny. Have you been masturbating today?"
He frowned. "No. You know I haven't. I never do that anymore. There's no need to."
She smiled. "Correct. There's no need for you ever to do such a thing. Not when you have a nice, safe cunt to put it in."
"Safe cunt? What's a safe cunt, mother?"
"The only safe cunt you'll ever know, dear. Mine. Mine is safe because it won't contribute to making a baby. I won't allow it to do so. Other cunts… well, you keep on sticking your cock into them and first thing you'll know, some father will be dragging you off to… jail, or something." She wondered if this was believable to him. She certainly hoped so. Delia did not want her son laying girls. Girls were competition. And very dangerous competition. Damn girls, anyway. Why couldn't they behave themselves and leave her son alone?
He was fingering his cock but still it was giving no signs of increasing in size. Delia went to him, brushed his hand away and began to jack him gently. She kept this up for several minutes but still his prick did not become sufficiently hard.
"Whatever is the matter with it, Johnny?" she asked, annoyance creeping into her tone.
"I don't know. It never did this before except for that time I took some of your diet pills by mistake."
"You haven't taken an aspirin today, have you?" she asked quickly. "I mean one out of the bottle on the kitchen shelf?"
He nodded. "I took two right after lunch."
She was totally exasperated now. "Damn," she cried. "I broke the bottle I was keeping the diet pills in and put the pills in the old aspirin bottle. You took diet pills again… now we won't be able to do anything, maybe till tomorrow."
"I'm sorry. I thought they were aspirin tablets."
Delia thought swiftly and lay down on the bed as seductively as she could. "Well, you can be a good boy and… service mother with your lips and tongue, dear."
He shook his head. "I feel kind of queasy, mother."
"You're refusing me?" she asked, lifting her head and glaring at him.
"No, not that. It's just that I feel queasy."
"Well, get out of here then, damn it," she almost screamed at him. "And the next time you want an aspirin come to me and ask for it."
He left the room quietly and an hour later she found him in the chair before the T.V. set, sound asleep and still minus his clothing. She switched off the set and ran her fingers lovingly over his cock. He did not awaken, so she dropped to the floor beside him and began to lightly kiss his legs. Still he did not awaken, so she glanced at him sharply and swore softly.
"Why I could almost believe you took one of my sleeping pills to offset the diet pills," she muttered aloud. To test this theory she pinched his leg quite hard. He responded only by making an incoherent sound in his throat. "I knew it," she said to herself. "That nutty kid did take one of my sleeping pills. I could almost… " She had been about to say "hit him" when she ceased speaking. She certainly didn't want to strike her son. That would be silly. Sons could be exasperating at times and this was one of the times. Delia sighed and started to get to her feet with the idea of placing a pillow behind his head and a sheet over him. But then she stopped and sat back down. "Why don't I suck his cock, see if it'll get hard while he's sleeping. At least it's better than nothing." She was delighted with this idea and as she fingered his cock lightly, she felt an intense need somewhere deep within her being. Delia had never been much of a supporter of oral sex but now she was thinking about it as being a most fascinating affair. Perhaps this was because Johnny was sleeping and probably wouldn't know if she took his prick in her mouth and sucked on it. "What if he wakes up while I'm doing it?" she asked herself aloud but softly. Inwardly, she shrugged the question away and bent her head over her sleeping son's cock.
Her heart was beating very fast as she took the limp prick between her lips and lightly massaged it.
He stirred and moaned but didn't awaken.
She pulled his legs apart slightly and he stirred and moaned again. Delia was so hot now she was ready to suck him even if he woke up. Throwing caution to the winds, she lipped his cock, getting the thing into her mouth as far as was possible, considering its condition. Much to her pleasant surprise, the thing began to grow in her mouth and she glanced up at his eyes quickly to see if he were awake. He wasn't. Sighing deeply – the prick still in her mouth – she began to suck it in earnest, her heart beating faster by the moment. She was obliged to stop for a short while because her breathing had become so hectic she was not getting sufficient air. Delia had seldom been this hot before in her entire life and she knew it must be some kind of psychological hotness – the fact that he was her own son as well as the fact that he was unconscious.
"Why, I'm a regular old bitch," she exclaimed happily. "I love this. Why haven't I ever tried it before?" She meant on her son… the truth was she had done it once or twice to her husband but that had been years ago and both of them had been rather drunk.
Johnny stirred in the chair again and she wondered if she was strong enough to pick him up and carry him to her bed. My, it would be exciting to suck his cock in bed – while he slept through it.
She put her arms under his legs, got to her feet and lifted him. He was very heavy for her but she managed to carry him to the bedroom and place him down on the bed without his awakening. Johnny was really sleeping hard. She examined him carefully, the way his chest rose and fell, knowing there was nothing wrong with him. She had given him a sleeping pill once and he had reacted the same way.
Delia looked at her body's reflected image in a mirror near the bed. She smiled at her reflection, noting the lust in her own eyes. "Boy, am I one hot gal tonight," she murmured. Turning about, she stared at the naked form of her son and was pleased to see that his cock had become harder than it had been less than a minute since she had sucked on it. Sinking to her knees beside the bed, she lowered her mouth to his crotch and kissed him fondly, everywhere, his cock, his balls, his belly, even his pubic hair.
Delia had a quick, beautiful, little orgasm just from the act of kissing his body. "Oh," she moaned, "I've never been so hot. It's wonderful!"
She resumed her kissing, running her tongue over his lower body in every conceivable way, wondering what he would do if he woke up and caught her. Immediately she thrust this sort of speculation out of her mind. After all, she was the head of this household, not Johnny. Never mind what Johnny thought about her actions. She need only to do as she pleased, within reason. She was the mother and he would have to take orders from her.
"Stop kidding yourself," she muttered. "Shut your trap and wrap your lips about his cock." She realized she was doing quite a bit of talking to herself this evening, but what could a woman do under these circumstances… her son was in a deep sleep from taking pills… and her pussy was throbbing for attention.
She took Johnny's cock into her mouth and began sucking lightly on the rubbery thing. It grew longer and stiffer. Delia's heart began to beat furiously again and she went down on her son all the way, savoring the taste of his cock, the feel of it between her lips. He was quite a mouthful, this boy of hers. It was delicious, too, and definitely pleasing. She knew now, if she had not known before, that she definitely wanted him to come in her mouth. If it became necessary to wake him up in order for him to release his fluid then she would just have to shake him awake, even as she sucked him off.
"I'm so hot," she moaned, "and he had to be so sound asleep." Still, even though she had complained about his sleeping soundly, she knew it was because of this that she was so excited and agitated.
She kissed his balls after pulling his legs further apart. She stuck her tongue down low on him and dug it into his anus briefly. Then she came back to his cock and went down on it all the way again.
Even though he was sleeping, his hands shot out and found her head and held her firmly as if steering her head up and down on his prick. He moaned just as she did the same thing. She glanced up at his closed eyes, removing her lips for the moment.
"Dear, are you sleeping?"
He moved his lips but his eyes didn't open. She returned to his cock and wrapped her wet lips about the very stiff tool. Quickly she went down on him the whole distance again and quickly he pressed his hands against her head as before.
"You're liking this even if you are asleep," she murmured thickly, her mouth filled with cock.
"Faster," he mumbled. "Faster. Suck it faster!" She sucked it faster. "Faster still," he moaned.
Thinking he must be awake now and wanting to speak to him, she removed her lips again and looked at his eyes. "Are you playing games with me, Johnny? Open your eyes."
He half opened his eyes. "I'm asleep but don't stop. I like you to suck my cock."
Delia drew in her breath. It was rare that he spoke to her in this manner. "Wake up," she heard herself demanding.
"Suck my cock, mother.'
"I may continue with it but I want you to wake up now, Johnny.
He opened his eyes and stared at her sleepily. "I took one of your pills," he told her. "That's why I can hardly keep my eyes open, or even get them open, but don't stop sucking me just because of my eyes. I knew what you were doing all along."
"Really," Delia said, annoyed a little. "Then suppose you do a little sucking for mother."
"You want me to suck your cunt, mother?" he asked sleepily.
"Yes, I do. If I can suck your penis, you can do the same for me, my cunt, I mean."
"I'd like to suck your nice cunt, mother. Get on top of me and spread your legs. I'll tongue your cunt good, if I can just stay awake. But I want you to keep on sucking me, too." His speech was thick.
She wondered if he was all right, he sounded so odd, so unlike himself. Examining his eyes carefully, she decided he was okay but very sleepy indeed. She would have to hide her pills some place where he couldn't find them, but time enough for that later. Right now, she must do as he suggested – climb on top of him and lower her cunt to his pink lips.
"Oh… I'm so hot," she cried, scarcely aware of what she was doing. She climbed on top of her son and lowered her loins to his face. When she felt his tongue running slowly over her skin, she realized that he was too sleepy to do it any better, any faster. Perhaps she should get a towel, soak it in cold water and douse his head in it. Still, maybe that wouldn't be such a good idea, either. It might shock him out of wanting to have sex with her in an oral fashion.
More than ever now, she knew she wanted to suck his cock, to suck it until it erupted in her mouth and flowed thick, gray cream into her stomach.
"Suck me, mother," he begged from the other side of the bed.
She caught his cock in her hand and held it stiffly for a moment. Then she kissed the end of it and put her lips about the head gingerly. He squirted a little into her mouth and she drank it in eagerly.
"Oh… I love that," she cried out. "Squirt more, dear." "I will if I can. Keep sucking," he called back.
She went down on him only half the distance, thinking it better to stay within tongue- rubbing distance of the head of it. This seemed to work very well, for his breathing became faster as did his tonguing of her twat.
"That's it, dear," she encouraged him. "Go fast like that. Mother likes this very much." "Don't talk, mother, suck," he cried passionately.
She began to work her lips and tongue over the head of his prick, applying suction. She was rewarded by feeling his body stiffen, stiffen even more and then jerk severely. All the while his tongue continued running into her slit frantically. The two of them began a heavy panting and Delia knew she couldn't hold back much longer.
Fortunately for her peace of mind as well as her sense of sexual gratification, she did not need to continue much longer. Just as she realized how tired she was, she felt more squirtings from his rock-hard prick. The milky goo began to flow into her mouth quite slowly and easily at first, but then, suddenly, it erupted fiercely and she found her mouth was full of her son's cock juice.
Happily, she experienced a strong orgasm at the same precise moment. Both mother and son relieved themselves of their sexual desires at the identical moment. Both mother and son went after each other's sexual apparatus with renewed vigor and in a short time the second eruption for each took place.
Then, of course, it all came to an end and they lay there, the mother on top of the son, the son beneath the mother, a classic example of the mother-son sexual syndrome.
There is nothing unusual in this sort of happening. All over America widowed mothers are finding it necessary to more or less force their young sons to make physical love to them. As for the sons, one hears little from them, but it would appear that they soon learn to adjust to this labor – in fact, there is some evidence that most of the boys grow to enjoy the situation enormously.