When Ken and Gwen had left home, Carol decided she really should spend some time in her flower garden. But after only half an hour of stooping and digging in the hot sun, she felt ready for a cool bath. She hadn't seen anything of Bill since the others had left, but didn't think too much about it as she climbed the stairs to the second landing and headed for the bathroom at the end of the hall.
But almost at the door she stopped, tilting her head to one side to listen. Coming from behind the partially shut door of the bathroom were unmistakable low moans and sighs, and an erratic squeaking noise which she recognized as the rusty hinges on the toilet seat she'd been trying to get Ken to replace. But she couldn't understand why the squeaking was so loud and continuous – almost as though someone were bouncing up and down on the seat. And the moans and sighs were like the hushed cries of passion that Ken made whenever they made love. She stepped closer to the door, moving quietly, wondering what was going on. She was just about ready to knock on the door when she suddenly realized exactly what must be happening. The continual squeaking noise, the sighs and moans – Bill had to be in there, jerking off!
Lowering her hand, she very carefully put her head next to the edge of the partially open door, peeking with one eye around the corner, and had to quickly pull back and put a hand over her mouth to stifle an outcry at what she saw. Her son was seated on the toilet, completely naked, his clothes in a heap on the floor. In one hand he held a magazine close to his face and, although she hadn't been able to make it out, she knew it must be some sort of porno magazine. But what Carol's eyes had locked on and burned into her brain was the sight of his other hand hurriedly jerking up and down on a raging erection. The image was burned into her mind's eye: her son's thick, crimson-flushed cock jerking about in his fist, gleaming in the bright fluorescent light of the bathroom with his spit.
Carol hurried quietly back down the hall and into her room, quietly closing the door and then leaning against it for support, her legs suddenly trembling and weak underneath her. Try as she might, she couldn't get that image of Bill's young, thick cock out of her mind.
What confused and dismayed her was not that she had seen her own son jerking off, but that the sight had so aroused her! Her twat was creaming, dribbling moisture down her trembling legs. She had never ever thought of her own son in such a sexual way before, but now suddenly she could not rid herself of the lewd thoughts she was forming in her brain.
She looked across the room at the unmade king-size bed that she and her husband shared every night, the still-crumpled sheets a mute testimony to their frenzied lovemaking that very night before. But in her mind's eye, she saw not her husband Ken, but her son Bill stretched out naked before her there, his cock jutting up immense and heavy from his groin, a powerful instrument of pleasure waiting for her to make use of it.
Carol's mouth watered at the thought of how it would feel to explore such forbidden lusts.
With a ragged cry, she moved away from the door to the dresser, leaning forward to stare at herself in the mirror. What am I thinking of! My own son! But… so hard, so beautiful! I… I can't get it out of my mind! Maybe, maybe if I just go back he'll be finished… we can talk …
Unconsciously, she had slipped one hand off the dresser and into the front of her short robe, a long finger rubbing and stroking her inflamed clit. The throbbing desire in her cunt grew hotter and hotter as she stared into her own lustful reflection, seeing not her face but once again the image of her son, smiling back at her, his hand wrapped around his fat cock, offering it to her for her pleasure.
"I've got to face this…" she sobbed, focusing back in on her own image and gasping in shocked surprise when she saw the pure lust radiating from her eyes.
Hurrying from the bedroom, she strode purposefully back down the hall and, without pausing, pushed open the bathroom door and walked boldly in, although all her nerves felt on end and sweat began to coat her as she did so. But she knew she had to face these feelings and conquer them, one way or the other.
"Mom!" Bill shouted in surprise as the door suddenly burst open. He had been only a few seconds from coming, but the surprise of his mother's entrance wilted his thick erection like a splash of cold water, and he quickly dropped the magazine into his lap to hide his cock.
"I… ah… Jeez, Mom! You could knock or something…" he coughed out, squirming uncomfortably on the toilet seat, unable to look at her.
Emboldened by his nervousness, Carol thrust out one hand, pointing to the magazine he clutched in his lap. "Just what is that you have there, young man?" she asked, her voice firm, but trembling just a bit at the end, betraying ever so slightly her own nervousness as well.
"I… nothing, Mom," Bill mumbled, wanting to hide the incriminating sex magazine, but unable to move it without revealing his flaccid penis. He looked up at her for the first time and his eyes widened in surprise. In her hurried rush into the bathroom, his mother's robe had started to fall open, already loosened from her frantic gropings in the bedroom. Bill found himself staring up into the incredibly deep cleavage of her huge tits, now half-exposed to his eyes. His cock suddenly jerked back to life beneath the covering magazine.
"Hand it over," Carol ordered, keeping her hand extended toward him.
She had noticed the magazine jump slightly, even though both of his hands were on top of it, and her mouth grew dry when she realized the only thing that could have caused it.
"Aw, gee, Mom, I… I can't!" Bill half-cried, both embarrassed by being caught beating off, and unable to take his eyes off his mother's half-bare body.
Carol remained silent, her hand outstretched to him and a disapproving frown on her face. With an embarrassed sigh, Bill handed her the magazine and then quickly dropped both his hands back to cover his groin – no easy task now that his long cock was almost to its full length. "Can't I put on my pants, Mom?"
"You just sit right there and be quiet, young man," Carol admonished with faked anger. Her heart was pounding furiously as she glanced through the slick pages of the magazine. It was filled with dozens of sharp clear photos of a handsome couple fucking and sucking. Carol felt her pussy creaming as she looked at photos of the man's long thick cock being shoved into the woman's pussy, mouth or ass. Near the back of the magazine she came across a full-page photo of the girl's face, her features twisted up in exquisite ecstasy. The sheer sensual power of that photo shocked Carol more than any of the more graphic ones had.
"She certainly is a beautiful woman," Carol said, folding the magazine and crossing her arms under her massive breasts, looking down at her son still squirming uncomfortably before her. "You'd like to make love to a woman like her, wouldn't you, Billy?"
"I… I guess so…" he said, staring at the tile floor.
"Have you been masturbating in here, Bill?"
"Oh, Mom!" Bill started to complain, his cheeks growing bright-red. "I … sometimes I just… I can't help it, Mom!"
Carol licked her lips in lustful anticipation of what she was about to do, and got down to her knees in front of Bill. The magazine had helped her decide that it was time to go for broke. Placing one hand lightly on his knee, she put the other under his chin and lifted his face to look at her.
"Billy, honey, listen. I hate to know you're abusing yourself this way.
Sex is something beautiful and wonderful between two people, and not something you should do furtively and sneakily."
Bill was trembling all over at his mother's gentle touch, her two hands only lightly resting on his skin, but making his cock turn into a white-hot steel bar under his protective hands. He couldn't remember ever being so turned-on before, not even in his recent heavy fucking session with Gwen. That had been a surprise, but this was something he had dreamed of for years. Although he tried not to, he couldn't keep from staring now at his mother's tits, now falling half out of her robe. His mouth watered at the sight of her luscious, heavy tits only inches away from him.
"I know you weren't able to… to relieve yourself before I found you in here…" Carol took a deep breath and then the final plunge. "It really makes me sad to think of you in here, all alone like this… would you… would you like me to do it for you?"
Once started, she found the words coming in a flood. "Would you like me to finish what got started by this pretty lady in here? Would you like that, Billy?" As she spoke she was slowly sliding her hand up onto his thigh.
"Mom! I… what do you…?" Billy couldn't believe the words he was hearing, the look of lust now blazing powerfully in his mother's eyes.
As her hand stroked his muscular thigh, all he could say was, "Do… do you mean it?"
"Of course, honey. I know how it is for a young man, all that passion with no release…" Carol inched her hand ever farther up his thigh, her eyes locked on her son's. "I'm just as pretty as that lady in the pictures, aren't I, Billy?"
"Yes," he managed to croak through his suddenly dry throat. He was now aware of her hands on top of his. She gently but firmly grasped him by the wrists.
"So, there's no reason you should have to do this all by yourself, is there? Let mother help you."
She pulled his hands away, and as his fully erect cock sprang up long and hard, Carol's eyes opened wide. "Oh, Billy," she cooed almost breathlessly, "what a marvelous cock you have, darling boy!" She dropped his wrists and instantly wrapped both her hands around his hot, thick prick. Her pussy gave a spasm of arousal at finally making contact, and Carol felt a trickle of her juices run down her inner thighs.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" Bill moaned, spreading his legs apart, unconsciously starting to thrust his hips forward in a silent offering of his hard raging prick to his mother's skillful hands. Carol began a slow, tender caress of his steel-hard pole of youthful flesh. She slid her tightly clasping digits slowly up and down the long, throbbing shaft, watching her son squirm with pleasure as she worked wonders on his young penis.
"You've got such a nice, long cock, Billy. Just like your father," she grinned. "I do this for him, too, you know."
Bill could hardly believe how things were turning out. He had hardly expected things to turn out like this, yet here he was, his own mother lovingly stroking his dick, slowly bringing him to a fever pitch of passion.
"I know how hard it is for a man once he gets an erection if he doesn't find relief somehow. And this is such a big, heavy erection," she sighed, letting her head drop a little lower into his lap so that her breath flowed warmly over his belly, her eyes intently studying the bloated red crown of his cock.
"Oh, yeah," Bill sighed. "I want to come so bad I can taste it!"
"Do you want me to leave you alone so you can finish, Billy?" she asked him, suddenly releasing his cock and letting her hands drop away. His unrestrained prick bobbed about freely in the air, standing up like a third leg from his groin.
"Mom, please!" he said with a grimace of pain on his face as she moved back. "Grab it again! It feels so good when you do it!"
"Mothers always know best, dear," she laughed. "I should probably hate myself for this, but I just can't resist your gorgeous cock!" Reaching up between his legs again, she grabbed his bulky prick and began to jerk more vigorously on the shaft, making his breath come in rapid-fire bursts as he got hotter and hotter.
"Oh, Mom, Mom…" Bill moaned, sliding his hips up and down now, pushing his cock through her tight fingers, working faster and faster.
"You're one hell of a prick-handler, Mom!"
Carol just smiled and continued massaging his flailing meat, aroused by both the feel and smell of her own aroused son, fully in her control, his youthful prick ramming back and forth in her hand as she pumped on his inflated meat shaft. The bloated crown was glowing darker now, and she could see his fat balls churning with their hot load.
Bill could stand it no longer, his lifelong dream was coming true, and he could control the end no more. "Oh, yeah, I'm gonna come!" he shouted, gripping the sides of the toilet tightly in his fists, and bouncing his hips up and down on the squealing seat to drive his cock into her fingers, fucking his mother's fist.
"Yessss," Carol hissed excitedly, her eyes never leaving the head of his cock. "Come for me, my little man! Shoot your gorgeous hot cum all over my hand!"
"Here it comes, Mom!" he screamed and, with a last convulsion of his hips, sent the burning load of his youthful balls barreling into his cock.
Carol squeezed with delight as the first hot, heavy stream of jizz burst into view, her wildly jerking hand sending it flying everywhere in the bathroom in gleaming droplets. Thick gobs fell onto her exposed breasts, oozing down her silken skin to leave gleaming cum tracks.
"Come for me, Billy, come for momma…" she giggled as she kept beating his hot meat shaft, coaxing out jet after hot jet of jism.
Bill watched in awe as she lowered her head and pointed his pumping cock at her own face, taking his cum juice onto her facial features and into her wide-open mouth, drinking her son's sperm.
"Hot and sweet," she cooed as his cock finally came to a shuddering halt. The room and both their bodies were sprayed with droplets of his steamy semen, and never releasing her grip on his still-erect cock, Carol leaned forward and happily licked every drop of juice off her scion's belly. Digging her tongue into his navel, she scooped up one last thick dollop of his salty jizz, then smacked her lips with pleasure.
"You're your father's son, all right! That was a hell of a load, and sweet to eat!" Bill was still amazed to hear his own mother talking so openly about sex, but the effect was great.
She let her free hand roam over her own thighs as she knelt between Bill's legs, still gently pumping his thick cock. Her pussy was pulsing unmercifully now, demanding her attention. She untied the belt of her robe and let it drop to the floor. Cool air wafted over her naked flesh, but did nothing to soothe the fiercely pounding blood coursing through her veins, the burning in her cunt. What she really needed to put out her lustful fire was the fleshy hose of her own horny son.
Looking up, she could see her own face in the huge wall mirror behind the sink. Her beautiful face, flushed and damp with perspiration and sperm, reflected her own inner turmoil. She had just jerked off her own son, had licked up his hot cum juices, and loved every second of it!
In a way, she felt guilty because she actually felt no guilt over what she had done. She felt it had been something beautiful and fulfilling.
She started to slowly rise to her feet now, letting her robe drop away completely from her lush body.
Bill watched in awe as his mother stood up in front of him, totally nude, every curve and valley of her luscious body only inches from his face. She had to release his cock as she stood, and the still-erect sex organ pointed up proudly toward the center of her long limber legs, to the thick growth of dark hair on her love mound, and higher still to the erotically out-thrusting globes of her huge breasts.
Bill's eyes locked on the swollen lips of her pussy, gleaming wet and slippery with the juices of her arousal.
Carol moaned softly, and her right hand slid across her thigh to bury itself in that dripping mound. "Mmmm, I'm so hot, Billy! So hot!" Bill was hypnotized by the sight of his mother thrusting one long finger again and again into her steamy cunt, frigging herself only inches from his face.
"I've gotta have you, Mom!" he cried out, reaching forward and throwing his arms around her waist, pulling her toward him hungrily.
Carol let herself be dragged forward, slipping her wet digits from her snatch to grab his strong shoulders, and opening her thighs wide as she settled down onto his lap. His thick cock was trapped between their hot bodies, the long length of the jerking shaft nestling into the wet lips of her fur-framed cunt. Mother and son clung together tightly, squirming and panting in frenzied passion.
"Oh yes, yes," Carol murmured. "Fuck me, Billy! Fuck your loving mother!" The fevered slit of her quim sucked at his cock like a nether mouth, covering the shaft with her warm womanly juices. Carol sucked in a sudden sharp breath as the crown of his prick suddenly grazed over the stiff, swollen bud of her clit.
"AAAAHH!" she breathed loudly, tensing her hips and grinding harder into him as the electric shock of pure pleasure radiated out from her nubbin.
Her head rolled about weakly in passion, and both mother and son gave little sighs and moans of incestuous lust. Carol raised herself up slightly, pushing up from his lap so that his long cock slid down over her greasy slit, gradually sliding lower in the lips and nearing the tender, tight opening leading up into her hot fuck channel. Her mouth formed into a silent "O" of passion as his thick prick caressed through the sensitive flesh, but she knew she couldn't long deny the piercing thrusts deep within her greedy snatch.
"Unngh!" Bill moaned as he felt his cock slide into the slippery hole of her pussy slot, then rammed forward to drive hard and strong into his mother's cunt. "Oh, Christ! Mom!! Yeah!!"
"So good – so good!" Carol was moaning as he crammed her full of hard cock, her hands clawing feverishly at his head. His stiff pecker pried farther into her, the firm, educated flesh of her cunt sucking and dragging on it, and the small bathroom filled with the wet sucking sounds of their wildly hot fucking.
Bill buried his face in her giant tits as he fucked upward for all he was worth, stuffing his mother to bursting with his monster cock.
Licking and sucking on the warm, smooth flesh of her mammoth tits, the thought that he was actually fucking his own mother was almost enough to make him blow his balls right then and there. She was so hot around his prick, so warm, so incredibly wet!
"OOoohh!! Aaahh!" she sighed, working her hips in circles and bouncing up and down on his powerful thighs, pressing her aching flesh even more forcefully against his young prick. "Oh, Billy!! Do it to me!! Oh my sweet, sweet baby! Give it all to your loving momma!!"
Bill was eagerly cramming her as full as he could, his cock buried balls-deep now, jerking and thrusting about in her hot snatch. With his mouth sucking hungrily on one throbbing nipple and his cock buried in her thrilling cunt, Bill could have died happily right there.
Carol's mind focused on the image of the beautifully sculpted cock she had held just moments before, and she could imagine that bloated purple cockhead buried deep inside her cunt. Her own loving son was rubbing that blazing tip of his cock into her most intimate flesh. The exciting image was intoxicating enough to send still another electric charge of pleasure throughout her body. The tremors seemed to flow upward to her nipples, and the cherry-red tips hardened and throbbed between Bill's sucking, slippery lips.
"MMMM!!" she moaned, thrusting her hips down hard, wanting to have him totally in her snatch, digging his balls into her splayed labia.
"Oh, darling! Darling Billy, fuck me! I've got to have you – I can't help myself! Aiee! Yes! Yes!!"
Bill let one hand drop from her ripe breasts and squeezed it between their bumping, sweating bodies, his hand closing in on the ripe, tingling bud of her clitoris as his cock continued sawing in and out of her snatch. As he worked at her stiff button of lust with his fingers, his mother stiffened every muscle in her body and thrust forward again.
Massive tremors shook her from head to foot, and she crushed his head into her wildly jumping breasts as her breath whistled through passiontwisted lips.
"Unngh! I'm coming… COMING!!" she panted. "Ohhh, sweet, sweeetttt cummmmMMMMMMM!!!"
Bill felt her pussy spasming around his burning cock shaft as she suddenly broke into a tidal wave of orgasmic pleasure, and the rippling woman-flesh squeezing and kneading his already over-excited prick sent him back into the throes of ecstasy as well.
"Yeah! Oh Mom, MOM!" he shouted into her breasts, suddenly whipping both his hands around to brutally grasp her thrusting asscheeks and hold her down onto his jerking cock. "I'm coming in you! Fuck!!
FucckkkkKKKKKK!!"
Carol held herself in the strained position, every muscle stretched to the limit as she felt his cock blasting forth its load of white-hot cum, flooding her snatch with love juice. Bill's shouts into her tits sent little after-tremors of pleasure through her as she came down off her orgasmic high.
Bill was thrashing about wildly as he spent his seed inside her, caught up in the joy of fucking his own mother, and his elbow accidentally struck the flush lever of the toilet. Somehow the loud sound of the sudden rushing water, coupled with her son's youthful, incestuous cock pumping her full of his gooey jizz, sent Carol suddenly back again over the brink and into yet a second bone-busting orgasm!
As the last tingles of delight slowly ebbed from her cunt, she slumped forward limply into his arms.
"Oh Billy, Bill…" she sighed, catching her breath. "I know we shouldn't have, but now that it's done, I'm not sorry."
Bill gently kneaded the firm flesh of his mother's ass, his cock still lying warm and tingling in her syrupy hole. He had finally done it!
Finally gotten into his mother's burning snatch. And where there was a first time, there would have to be many, many more!