The next day, Eva put on a one-piece smock and a pair of red, flat-heeled shoes. She had fought with herself against going to the theater again, but she lost, and she carefully combed her golden hair and made up her face. She had been drinking all morning knowing that it would weaken her resolve not to go, and she took another stiff belt just before she left the apartment.
She saw him standing in front of the store next to the movie when she was still a block away. He looked at her and she waved.
"I was afraid you weren't coming," he said.
"I don't walk very fast," she said, looking down at the ground. She knew why she was here and felt awkward. "Let's not go to the movie today. Let's go right to your apartment," she said softly.
"Okay, but it's a house, not an apartment."
"You have a house?"
"I still live at home. It's my parents'."
Eva looked at him, a startled look on her face.
"They aren't home. It's okay," he said.
"Do you still… you know, with your mother?"
"No. She won't let me. I tried a couple of months ago and she slapped me." His face reddened.
"You poor darling." Eva said, taking his hand. "Let's go. I won't slap you." She let her finger tickle his palm. "I'll fuck you."
"Oh Jesus, Eva," he said, and tried to kiss her.
"Wait until we get to the car," she said.
In his car, a beat up old Ford, Eva moved very close to him, resting her hand on his lap, and waited to be kissed. She felt unusually horny even for Eva, deciding it was caused by the anticipation of knowing she was going to let him fuck her, and the delicious warm glow from drinking since early morning, and, of course, the feel of her young lover's cock, already hard and throbbing under her hand.
She didn't unzip him and take it out, but continued to fondle him through his pants, rubbing it briskly and then gripping it tightly as it stretched long and solid. The tingle in her cunt was growing, and she lifted her skirt up above her swelling, stomach to show him she was naked under her dress.
"Put your hand on my stomach," she said.
He glanced down and then put his hand on her belly.
"Feel it all over, honey, and then play with my cunt."
He circled his palm slowly, working downward until he was nuzzling in the soft hair. It felt soft and fuzzy like it had the day before, once again turning wet and sticky when he got down between her thighs. She was completely lubricated, her cunt a froth of slick juice.
"Push it in and finger fuck me, but do it slow and easy," she said. "I want to save my first come for your fat prick."
She almost couldn't, though, because the instant his finger entered her cunt, she almost made it. "Easy, baby, easy," she moaned, putting her hand over his to direct his activity. For the rest of the ride to his house she luxuriated in a warm glow of sexual ecstasy, floating exquisitely on the fringe of a tremendous orgasm.
It was a cozy-looking place, a white frame building with a picket fence. They climbed from the car and went inside, where it was as homey as it was outside, and as neat as a house could be.
"Do you have anything to drink?" Eva asked.
"I think there's some beer in the fridge."
"Let's skip the drinks, then, and go in the bedroom," she said, taking his hand. "Beer makes me fart."
In the bedroom she immediately turned down the bed and pulled her dress up over her head, leaving her naked. "Do you like me naked and pregnant?" she asked.
He only stared and gasped, so she lay back on the bed and spread her legs. "Kiss my pussy, Tommy, and then take off your clothes and lay down beside me."
He came down on the foot of the bed and put his face between her thighs. Parting the wet hair with his fingers, he spread her pussy lips and thrust his tongue inside and started slowly licking her.
Eva moaned and grabbed wildly at his head. "God, Tommy, I didn't say to mouth-fuck me! I can't hold out if you do that. Just kiss it good, all over, and then get naked and come to bed with me."
Tommy kissed her wetly, roving from her clit down to her tightly puckered asshole where he spread the cheeks and lapped eagerly. Eva shuddered and moaned, pushing his head away. "Take your clothes off. I need you!" she said.
She fingered herself while he stood and peeled off his clothing, keeping herself aroused, and took him eagerly into her arms when at last he lay naked beside her. They kissed wetly, the taste of cunt strong on his mouth.
"I want your cock inside me," she said. "But don't get on top. You'd be too heavy on my stomach. Let's lay side by side, so you can get it all the way in and you can feel my belly and tits. I'm just so turned on that I can hardly stand it."
He positioned himself and pushed his cock into her pussy. It went in easily, first an inch, then two, and finally all the way home.
"Oh, God, Eva, it feels so good," he gasped. "I've wanted to do this ever since Mother was pregnant, but no one would let me."
Eva felt his rigid prick all the way, her pussy clasping hungrily at every inch of the throbbing shaft. "Don't come for a long, long time, honey. Just fuck me slow and easy, and play with my tits. It makes it better." She moved against him with each thrust, the urge to climax growing stronger. "Tell me about fucking your mother," she said.
"I told you that she had me eat her. Well, after that she kind of avoided me for several days, but one day when I came home from school, she called to her bedroom. I went in and she was on the bed, completely naked. Boy, did I ever get a hard-on. She had me come over and lie down beside her, and she took my prick out. It wasn't too big then, but it was sure hard. She jacked me off for a while and finally said that she wanted me to fuck her. Dad had been gone for two weeks and she was really horny." Tommy was thrusting with determination now.
"Stop for a minute and just let it soak." Eva said.
Tommy stopped. "I stood by the bed and she draped her legs over the edge and I fucked her. It was my first time and I came real quick, but I did it again after a little rest."
"I slept with her that night, and every night until Dad came home. We just fucked all the time. I don't know if she came, I was so little then, but I sure came a lot."
"You're not little now, and I'm going to come." Eva cried. "Do it, do it, fuck me fast, honey!"
Eva came hard, her eyes going glassy and her body shuddering with lust and passion. It might have been several comes, but it felt like one long blast, maybe the best she'd ever experienced, she wasn't sure. She felt squishy like jelly when she felt his hot cum spread inside her cunt. It was a feeling she adored; wet, slick, jizz sliding and splashing around and then seeping out to spread into her hair and over her thighs.
Tommy fell away from her, gasping, his prick still leaking long strings of cum. "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful," he muttered, clutching at his cock. "I could hear Dad fucking her when I lay in bed at night. I hated myself because I would lay there wishing that Dad was on the road and not at home fucking Mom. I'd lay there and I take my prick in my hand and jealously jack off and come all over their picture. It was on the stand beside my bed and I'd curse them and smear my messy jizz all over their faces. He fucked her the night she went to the hospital because I heard it, and she came, I know that, too, because she told him so."
Eva changed her position and put her face between his legs. She sucked in his prick, wanting to feet it in her mouth while it was soft and wrinkled and sticky.
Tommy continued, enjoying her hot, active mouth. "I only fucked Mom one time after that. It was a couple of months after she had my sister and Dad was on the road again. She was sitting in a big chair and she really must have had the hots because she called me over and had me sit on the floor front of her. She was nursing my sister, if you can believe it, and she lifted her dress up and spread her legs out. She wasn't wearing any pants under that dress, and she looked at me and said, 'Suck Momma's pussy, honey.' That's all she said. Well, I really ate her and she came hard."
"That same night she came into my bedroom naked and got on top of me. I had jacked off just before she came in and she had to suck me to get me back up, but I really lasted a long time because of it. She made it several times. She told me so, but it was the last time she ever let me screw her."
Tommy was good and hard again, his cock seeping milky water into Eva's sucking mouth. He pulled out. "Get on your knees, I want to fuck you from behind, doggy-style," he said.
Eva dropped reluctantly to her knees, not sure that she was ready for another penetration so soon. He draped over her body, his hands going to her heavily loaded tits, and slammed his cock into her cunt. "You're a slut, Eva, a slut like my mother. Fucking with me while you carry your husband's baby," he shouted. Eva liked to have his hard cock inside her. "What makes you think it's my husband's?" she said, rolling her ass in a circular motion.
And then he jerked out, leaping wildly from the bed.
"Don't stop now!" Eva cried, "It's good, good!"
"There's a car in the driveway! My mother's home!" he gasped, thrusting a foot into his pant's leg. "Just stay in here. I'll try and get rid of her somehow."
Tommy rushed to the kitchen and saw her through the window in the back door. She wasn't alone – there was a man with her. The man kissed her while she opened the door. He had his hands under her dress. He was very surprised when he saw Tommy.
"I didn't know you were home, Tommy." Evelyn said.
"Obviously." Tommy said.
"What the hell," the man said.
"You'd better leave." Evelyn said, "I'll call you."
"You said…"
"You'd better go, Paul." Evelyn said sternly.
The man left in a huff, slamming his car door and peeling rubber all the way out of the driveway.
Evelyn looked at her glowering son. "So I met an old friend and he drove me home. So what?"
"Old friend, my ass." Tommy said. "Where's your car?"
"In a parking lot. It's not far. You can be a good boy and go get it for me." She had a package in her hand.
"What's in the package?" Tommy said.
"Jesus Christ, what is this, an inquisition?"
"What's in it?"
Evelyn stripped the sack open. "It's a bottle of whiskey. I like a drink now and then. Is that okay?"
"You were going to get drunk and let that guy screw you."
"Jesus Christ!" Evelyn yelled. She opened the bottle and took a drink. "Here, have a drink and then go get my car."
Tommy took a swallow. He grimaced. "You know I hate the stuff," he said. He took another drink, grimacing again.
Evelyn brushed past her son and went into the living room. Tommy followed, bottle in hand. "Here, Mom, have another slug. Get drunk and we'll ball. I may not be hung like that guy, but I'll do my best."
Tears of rage streamed down Tommy's cheeks.
"You're a dirty little bastard," she said, still she took the bottle and took a long pull. "Where's your shirt?"
"I was taking a nap." Tommy said, remembering Eva was in the bedroom.
Eva peeked from the bedroom. Evelyn wasn't as pretty as she had imagined, but she was sexy, sexy as hell. She watched the buxom woman sit on the couch and take another drink.
Evelyn looked at her son. "Sometimes I get lonely when your father's away." The booze made her feel light-headed and warm all over. Her voice was syrupy. "Come and sit by Momma, honey."
Tommy came over and sat down. He put his hand on her leg and moved it up under her skirt.
"Don't, honey, you'll get me all turned on," she said.
Tommy pushed her skirt up. She was naked underneath. When he felt her cunt, her legs opened.
"Don't, honey, please," she cried softly.
"How often do you see other men?" Tommy said.
"Only when your father is out of town."
"Every time he's gone?"
"Sometimes," she said.
Her legs were splayed wide. Tommy had two fingers inside her cunt. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed. "How often?" Tommy persisted.
"Whenever he's gone… every time," she blurted. "That feels so good, Tommy, don't stop."
"Even when you were pregnant?"
"No. No one wanted me then."
"I wanted you."
"Yes, darling, and you had me. Do you want me now?"
"Why did you make me stop?"
"I thought it was bad for you."
She was gasping for breath and went over easily onto her back. Tommy had his pants off. His cock fit nicely in his mother's cunt.
"Fuck me, Tommy, fuck me hard," she moaned.
Tommy wallowed in the heat of his mother's body. He was deep in her wide, hairy crotch, his prick in to the balls, and her legs had wrapped snugly around his slim waist. His hands fumbled at the front of her dress.
"Let me do it," she said, quickly opening her dress. She wore no bra. "Keep fucking, honey, just keep fucking," she moaned.
His chest sunk into her soft, pillowy tits. He felt swallowed up in soft, warm flesh. As he thrust into her cunt she seemed bigger than he remembered, but decided that he liked it big. A pussy should be wet and roomy, even for a small cock, and Evelyn was certainly wet and roomy.
Evelyn closed her eyes and tried to take more of him inside her. She moaned softly, realizing that she enjoyed having her son fuck her, even if it was wrong; she had enjoyed it from the first time she allowed him liberties with her body, but she also realized that she needed it bigger. Not that Tommy wasn't hung. He just wasn't hung enough. His father had a big prick, and Paul, oh, Jesus, Paul really had a big one. She had taken it out of his pants on the drive to the house, and it was huge. In her excitement, she had ducked her head under the wheel and kissed it, and licked it, and with one hand wrapped tightly, pushed as much into her mouth as she could take. He had almost come, but she knew just when to stop. How she had wanted it, squirming in anticipation of having that big meat inside her. She wished now that she had let him fuck her in the car like he had wanted. She could still take care of her son's needs.
"You were going to let that man do this to you. Weren't you?" Tommy said.
"You mean Paul?"
"Whatever his name is. Weren't you?"
"Yes, honey, he was going to fuck me. That's why he was so angry when he saw you here."
"He isn't an old friend, is he?"
"No. I just met him an hour ago."
She could feel his throbbing cock inside her, rubbing urgently, plunging in and out, agitating her pussy. Fucking was wonderful and glorious. It made her feel so good. She didn't feel any guilt now while it was so good. It really couldn't hurt the boy. And it certainly didn't hurt her. Perhaps a few pangs of remorse afterwards, but they always went away, especially by the time she wanted it again. She was going to make it, she could tell. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she squealed.
Eva stood in the bedroom door watching. She felt confused, not sure if she was excited or disgusted. She had never seen a son fucking his mother before, or even imagined that it would happen, for that matter. Her own perversity disgusted her. Tommy was right. She was a slut, a pig, just like his mother. She was a cheating wife of the worst kind, and vowed to mend her ways.
"I'm getting close, Mother!" Tommy cried.
Evelyn's legs fell from around her son. "Don't come yet, honey. Just be still and let it cool down. Mamma wants more."
He stopped moving, breathing heavily. "Take it out if you have to, but don't come yet," she said.
"I'm okay now, Mom." Tommy said, and started fucking again.
Evelyn had been right on the edge when Tommy had stopped and came right back up again. She started coming.
"Do it fast, baby, fuck Mamma, fuck your mamma… I'm there, I'm coming!" She lifted her pelvis up from the couch to meet his thrusts. "Go ahead, let yourself go, honey. Come inside your mamma's pussy, fill me with your stuff!"
She was thrashing beneath him when he shot off. The white jizz spurted, gob after gob, until he was dry and lay heavily on her heaving body. Then they both lay rigid, gasping for breath.
"You're a good boy, Tommy, and I love having you fuck me, but we really musn't do this anymore." Evelyn finally said.
"Why not? I love you, Mother."
"Well, because it's not natural. A son isn't supposed to fuck his own mother."
"Why not? What's wrong with it?"
"For one thing, you should be fucking girls your own age. The world is full of young girls that like to be fucked. And if you must fuck a mother, should be someone else's mother."
He thought of Eva in the bedroom. "I have fucked someone else's mother," he said, figuring that Eva was someone else's mother. Almost.
"Don't make up stories, son. It won't change my mind. You should be out fucking other girls, girls your own age."
Tommy jumped to his feet. "I'm not making up stories, Mother. I'll show you."
He went into the bedroom to get his proof, but Eva wasn't there. He searched the room. He searched the bathroom and the other bedroom. She was gone. She had run out on him when he needed her. Girls were untrustworthy. They let you down in the clutch. He went dejectedly back into the living room, his eyes glazed with angry tears.
"What's the matter, darling?" she said, sitting up.
He started to tell her, but stopped, deciding she wouldn't believe him, anyway. He wasn't sure he believed it himself. He pushed her back down and knelt beside the couch.
"Let's do it again, Mom. I can get it up if you'll help me."
His mouth closed over one of her big, ripe nipples. It swelled hard between his lips while his hand played in the sticky hair between her thighs.
"No, baby, no. We shouldn't," she whispered, her hand slipping down between his legs. His prick was soft and slippery, but it responded to her gentle masturbating. He is such a good boy; perhaps one more time, she thought. "That feels so good, Tommy," she said softly, feeling her nipple all fat and excited inside his sucking mouth.