Copyright © 1997, Baron Darkside. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com. (1) Disclaimer One: This Is A Work Of Fiction; It Is Not True! While Some Characters Who Appear In This Story May Be Under The Age Of Eighteen, They Are Not Abused And No Abuse Is Intended Or Implied (If You Disagree With My Definition Of Abuse, I'm Sorry). (2) Disclaimer Two: If You Are Underage (Under The Age Of Eighteen (18)), Or In Locations That By Law, Preclude You From Reading Sexual Material, You Should Stop Reading This Material Now!! (3) Disclaimer Three: If You Are, Now Or Have Ever Been, Offended By Sex, Incest Or Any Other Subject Of A Sexual Nature, Please Avoid This Story. (I Would Also Suggest You Seek The Services Of A Psychologist. (4) Disclaimer Four: This Is For Adults, And Contains Adult Oriented Material. If You Are Not An Adult, Either Chronologically, Mentally Or Sexually, Please Do Not Read Any Further Or You Will Be Offended (Probably). (5) Disclaimer Five: The Author Of This Story Wishes To Remain Anonymous, However I Retain All Copy Rights. INCESTUOUS FANTASIES OF MOTHERS AND SONS Fantasy Number 5 A Tale of Incest by Incestual Dreamer, a Baron of the DArkSide Preface Ron had been sitting in class. Physics 202. He was bored to teats and as usual he was daydreaming about making it with the girl two rows over. All at once the classroom got deathly quiet. Wondering what was wrong, he turned his attention to the professor. The professor was staring at him. Had the professor called on him?. If he had, It was the first time the professor had call him. He hadn't the foggiest idea what the professor had been discussing. He just sat there looking stupid until he realized that the professor was calling him to his desk. Stumbling down to the desk amidst snickers and laughs, he stopped in front of the professor's desk. The professor leaned forward and under his breath, told Ron to go to the Dean's office. What had he done now, he wondered as he walked over to the Dean's office. It seemed like he was always in trouble of some kind. Stepping into the office, the secretary told him to have a seat. After about ten minutes, the Dean stepped out and invited Ron into his office. Without any fanfare, the Dean then proceeded to tell him that Ron's grandfather had died. Ron couldn't believe it. His grandfather was dead. Why, he asked himself when only a couple of weeks earlier and he had seemed in the best of health. He was in a daze, but he heard the Dean tell him that they wanted him home as soon as possible. The next week passed in a fog. His family had gathered together and buried his grandfather. Then there had been the reading of the will. To everyone's shock, his grandfather had left Ron his grandfather's housing development and three million dollars to keep the development going. Ron was too stunned to even notice when the lawyer placed a battered old file box and its key into Ron's numb hands. Ron didn't hear another word of the will reading. He was trying to figure out why his grandfather had left all that money and his house to him. When the reading was over, Ron went by the dorm. After gathering his personal items like pictures and such, he told his roommate that the rest was his if he wanted and left. Arriving at his new house, he went inside. Finally, he was alone. He sat down and slowly opened the box. Inside was an envelope with a letter inside of it. Taking the letter out, he read it. Dear Ron, I hope that you will not think ill of me, but I feel that you are of the same mind and heart that I was when I was living. I know that you appreciate the art of voyeurism as much as I do. I have built an underground passage below this housing development. It has a walk space that leads into each house. The walk spaces open up inside the structure of the house giving you a view into each room of the house. There are also speakers located inside so that you can hear what is going on in the house, too. I told the contractor that the passage was a drainage system. During the 5 years that I have lived here, no one has become suspicious and I have used the viewing ports almost every day. I hope that you enjoy using the tunnel as much as I did. Good luck in the future and maybe I'll see you around one of these days. The combination is 12-34-43-21.... Sincerely, Grandpa...... (Mother Knows Best) It was a hot, muggy Saturday evening. Not having a date, Ron decided to tour the complex. Hopefully he would find some lecherous viewing to pass the night away. He had walked through the entire tunnel without finding anything of interest. Not having anything else to do, he stopped at the last house. He knew that Harold and Joan Gwin owned the home. They seemed like a normal, run-of-the-mill couple with two teenage children, Greg and Amanda. Harold and Joan appeared to be in their mid to late forties while Greg and Amanda were around eighteen or nineteen. Looking down into the family room, Ron found the whole family gathered there. Harold, Greg, and Amanda were all dressed up and appeared ready to depart the house. Joan, on the other hand, was sitting on the couch with a pained look on her face. She was wearing a frazzled old house robe. Sitting down to watch, Ron turned up the volume on his receiver and picked up the conversation just as Joan was saying: "I wish I felt better, but with this headache, I wouldn't be any fun at all." "That's too bad, honey I really hate to leave you, when you're feeling so bad. I know that you've been planning on seeing this play for months and tonight is the last time this play will be here this year." "I know, I know, you don't have to remind me," Joan said softly. "You and Amanda go ahead and enjoy yourselves. I'm going to take a couple of aspirin and go to bed. I'm sure that I'll feel much better in the morning. Now all of you get out of here so I can get in bed." As everyone stood around looking lost, Greg finally walked over to his mother and gave her a peck on the cheek and started for the door. "Well, I've got a date to end all dates," he bragged, walking toward the door, "I hope that your headache goes away, Mom. I'll be back late, so don't worry about me. Dad, I hope that you and Amanda enjoy the play." Watching Greg start for the door, Harold bent down and gave Joan a soft kiss on the cheek. "Well, if you're sure that you'll be okay," he said, reluctantly walking over to the door. "Come on Amanda, we've got to hurry if we are going to get there before the play starts." "I hope you get to feeling better, Mom," Amanda waved as she followed her dad out of the room. As they disappeared out the front door, Joan painfully got to her feet and made her way up the stairs. Barefooted, she padded up the stairs, down the hall and out onto the balcony. As she stood there, she watched the garage door slowly open. After a few moments, she saw Greg's red roadster whiz out of the garage and down to the street. She saw Greg quickly wave to her and she returned his wave. Only seconds later, she saw Harold's Oldsmobile back out of the garage. It backed slowly down the driveway and stopped at the curb. As it stopped, she saw both Harold and Amanda wave at her before they continued on down the street behind Greg's car. As the cars slowly drove down the street, Joan stood watching them until they were both out of sight. Standing on the balcony for a few more seconds, she pulled the house robe tighter around her and finally turned and trudged back into the house. Watching her, Ron saw a sudden transformation in her demeanor. She quickly strolled down the hallway, humming happily. It appeared that her headache had miraculously disappeared. Sauntering over to the bar, she quickly filled a glass with ice cubes and poured Canadian Club over the ice until the glass was full. She hurriedly swirled the glass around a couple of time and tossed half of the drink down with one quick gulp. With her drink in her hand, ice cubes tinkling merrily, she strolled over to the dresser. Setting her drink down, she peeled her house robe off, revealing the frilly panties and brassiere underneath. Looking into the mirror for a few seconds, she smiled at the beautiful woman looking back at her. Watching on, Ron guessed she was at least a forty-two C or D as her beautiful, over-sized breasts swelled out majestically. Turning around in front of the mirror, she peered over her shoulder staring down at her striking backside. Looking down at her perfectly shaped butt, she slowly tightened her leg muscles making her round little butt knot into hard balls of muscle. Holding her buttocks clenched, she looked over one shoulder and then the other, admiring their hard firmness. After a few moments, she relaxed her muscles and glanced down at her watch. Hurriedly, she picked up her drink and bolted the rest of it down and then disappeared into the bathroom. Ron waited impatiently as he heard the shower running, but he expected the wait would be worth it. He was soon rewarded for his wait when she strolled back out of the bathroom toweling herself off with a big fluffy towel. Ron couldn't help feeling that she was the very essence of womanhood. She exuded femininity from her pretty face down to her sexy little toes. Ron drank in her beauty hungrily. His eyes swept over her body, from her long graceful neck downward to her great, jutting breasts that now rippled and jiggled nakedly. Her breasts were exquisite, firm, over-sized melons of soft pink flesh that drooped down seductively. Only their great weight dampened the bouncing and bobbling, but still they quivered and trembled with sensual eroticism. Both of the soft, pink mounds of woman flesh were tipped with big, brown aureoles surrounding the big nipples. Her nipples stuck out like a pink stack of nickels, jutting out more than a half-inch. Suddenly, he felt his cock lurch with appreciation as he watched her take her big, soft breasts in her hand and roughly tweak the rubbery nibs. They quickly grew even larger. Finally, laughing softly, she let go of her large, full udders and watched them roll and bounce sexily. Finally, tearing his eyes from her breasts, he dipped lower down over her small waist with its sexy little paunch. It wasn't the flat, hard stomach of youth, but it bulged out only a tiny bit and served to only heighten her beauty. Its soft slope, interrupted only by the sexy pout of her belly button, gracefully curved downward, ending in a big tuft of soft, crinkly brown hair at the base of her stomach. Her secret place lay hidden under the big, furry mound of hairs. Captivated by the curly mass of hairs, he stared at it longingly for several seconds before finally moving his eyes downward. Following her long beautifully proportioned legs down to her perfectly formed ankles, he confirmed his original assumption that she was indeed a very beautiful woman. Bending over and rummaging through one of the dresser drawers, Joan unknowingly gave Ron a perfect view of her faultless derriere. Looking on, he saw that the rounded globes of her buttocks formed a perfect circle dissected by a dainty crevice that split her delectable ass in two perfect halves. The crack then disappeared from view down between the rounded bottoms of her ass cheeks. After the longest time, she found what she was searching for and stood up. Turning around, she walked over to the bed, her wonderful breasts frolicking about beautifully. Standing by the bed, she tossed the frilly underthings down on it. Bending down, she picked through the pile of intimate apparel and pulled out one of the long fishnet hose. Lifting her leg up to the bed, she reached down and slowly pulled the sheer stocking up over her dainty foot. Gathering the stocking in her hand, she eased it up over the rest of her exquisite leg, encasing her firm, muscular leg in glistening nylon. With one tight, thin hose clinging to one shapely leg, she found the other hose and pulled it up her other leg. With her stockings on, she stood up and tugged and pulled on them for several moments, expertly straightening and rearranging the hose until she was satisfied with them. Glancing at her watch once again, she quickly snatched up a pair of panties out of the pile of underthings. The panties were so sheer, it appeared as if she had picked up a hand full of smoke. With one quick move, she pulled them on, up over the hose and around her hips. Ron instantly saw that they were crotchless. The trim of ruffles running around her legs was the same kind as the slit running down the center of the panties. They were so sheer, she might as well be naked, Ron thought as she arranged them on her hips. The arranging had allowed several kinky brown hairs to slip out through the opening. Giggling softly, she delicately poked at the forest of kinky brown pubic hairs. Spreading open the slit in her panties wider, she prodded and poked at the hair until she had most of it back inside. Then giving up, she pulled the halves of her open-crotched panties together. Digging through the shriveling pile of underclothes, Joan selected a naughty little garter belt. Hurriedly wrapping it around her waist, she took another quick peek at her watch. Still hurrying, she quickly found the clasps at the end of the dangling straps and jerked the tops of the hose up. Stretching them over the clasps of the garter, she fastened them, one by one until both all of the belts were securely fastened to the hoses. Then she grabbed the last item from the bed It was easy to see that it was a see-through brassiere. Quickly, slipping her arms through the tiny straps, she pulled it on. Straightening it as she went, she pulled the cups of the bra up under her heavy breasts stretching the material. She pulled on it until, at last, she could fasten the tiny catch between her breasts that held the brassiere together. The size and weight of her breasts had to be placing immense pressure on the tiny clasp, Ron thought as she pulled the thin material up over the swollen mammaries. Pushing and poking each mound of flesh into its cup took several moments, but finally she had her lovely breasts imprisoned inside the brassiere. Her over-sized breasts threatened to burst the seams of her brassiere at any moment, but it must have been stronger than it looked. Even stretched to its limit it held. The brassiere encased her mountainous breasts, but it did little to hide them from view. Its only discernible purpose seemed to be in lifting and supporting her great, drooping tits. As heavy as her massive breasts were, she needed all the help she could find to keep them lifted. At last, the see-through brassiere held her breasts and she took one last look in the mirror to make a few minor adjustments. At last she seemed content with their appearance. Then, almost as if to test its strength, she wiggled her upper body and watched her big, firm breasts wiggle enticingly inside their filmy prison. Smiling to herself, she turned and promptly strolled over to the walk-in closet, her delectable butt bouncing delightfully with each step. Reaching inside, she quickly pulled out a negligee that matched her other naughties. Pulling it on, she bent over and hunted through the pile of shoes lying on the floor of the closet. Quickly selecting a pair of very tall black stiletto pumps, she quickly stepped into them and in a flash grew four inches taller. As she did, her statuesque legs immediately arced into perfect, symmetrical works of art while Ron watched on with appreciation and admiration. Finally, with one last glance into the floor length mirror on the closet door, she turned and walked over to the bar. Glancing at her watch again, she quickly poured herself another drink. Chugging about half of it down, she hurriedly topped it off again and rushed out of the bedroom. She tried not to spill her drink as she rushed down the hallway, but a little sloshed out on her hand. Ron watched her wondrous breasts flounce and ricochet up and off each other as she strutted toward the stairway leading downstairs. They were flailing about so wildly, it looked like they would escape the flimsy brassiere at any moment. Then pausing at the top of the stairs, she licked at her hand, lapping up the booze she had spilled. Looking down the stairs, she took another quick gulp of her drink. Finally, with her drink in her hand, she started down the stairs. Watching her flounce down the stairs with her great tits wildly springing about, Ron knew he was witnessing a miracle in female apparel design. There was no way for it to happen, yet somehow, she arrived at the bottom of the stairs with her tits still inside her brassiere. Rushing over to the bar, she quickly topped her drink off. Then, she threw some ice cubes in another glass and quickly filled it with Canadian Club. Picking up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, too, she turned and sped over to the couch. Setting the drinks and cigarettes down on the end-table, she stepped around the couch and sat down. Watching her, Ron wondered who her illicit lover was as a smile of anticipation spread over her face. Waiting anxiously, she slowly lifted one long curvaceous leg up onto the couch. Then looking down between her legs, she slowly spread her legs apart, watching the opening in her panties gradually creep open. Reaching down to the lacy slit in her panties, she spread it wide open. As she did, her fur covered underbelly came into view. Moving her finger down, she gently fingered the soft, pink lips surrounding her drooling vaginal opening. With her finger, she poked and prodded the thick, engorged flaps of flesh guarding the weeping cleft of her womanhood. Gradually, the ripe, swollen lips parted, revealing the tender, dew-covered inner folds of her weeping womanhood. With her pussy unveiled and waiting invitingly, she moved her finger up to her tiny protruding clitoris. Giving it a few quick flicks with her finger, she watched it suddenly balloon out of its fleshy little sheath as it sought more attention. Laughing under her breath, she moved her hand away from it. Then she went about arranging and rearranging the sheer material of her negligee until it revealed all of her womanly charms in the most pleasing manner. Ron didn't know who her lover was, but he knew he would gladly trade places with the lucky guy. Her restlessness was obvious as she intently watched the kitchen door, toying with herself. Finally after several minutes, she lit a cigarette. Taking a long, deep drag on it, she impatiently blew a thick cloud of smoke into the air and picked up her drink. Sipping on her drink and puffing on the cigarette, she waited. Was she being stood up by her lover? If so, someone should shoot him and put him out of his misery. He was crazy. Ron would gladly volunteer to take his place with Joan tonight though. Finally, she stubbed the cigarette out and began to toy with her clitoris again. Her anticipation was obvious as Ron could see her pussy drooling her juices down onto the couch. At last, Ron heard the garage door opening and a car slowly creeping up the driveway into the garage. Joan must have heard the same thing as a huge smile came over her lips. Then suddenly, she giggled excitedly as she heard the garage door closing. Whoever her lover was, he had his own garage door opener. The affair must have been going on for sometime for them to make such arrangements, Ron thought as he expectantly waited for her lover to appear. Hurriedly glancing down at herself one last time, she seemed satisfied that everything was properly displayed for her lover. The smile grew bigger as she waited for him to appear. Then with one last flick of her finger, she respread the full, thick lips of her vagina, opening them even wider for her lover. Whoever it was, he would have a truly spectacular view of her womanhood when he entered the room, Ron thought. Watching the door with almost as much expectation as Joan, Ron saw it finally open. Ron was stunned when Joan's son, Greg, came striding into the room. Jerking his head around to see how Joan would react at being caught in such a compromising position by her son, Ron was even more shocked when she made no effort to cover herself. She just sat there smiling happily. Ron immediately saw that her dress and exposure came as no surprise to Greg. "Gosh, Mom," Greg grinned sheepishly as he walked toward his mother, "what if Dad and Amanda had come back and caught you like this?" "Hey, I know the sound of your car, Baby Doll." She smiled back at him, holding his drink out to him. "But, what took you so long? I thought you never would get back." "I just wanted to make sure that Dad and Amanda were not coming back for anything," Greg laughed, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked toward her, "you know how forgetful Dad is." "God, Mom, you get more beautiful ever time I see you like this." "You silly boy," she tittered, beaming up at him like a girl on her first date, "they were running so late when they left, they wouldn't dare come back. And thank you for such a darling compliment." "Damn," he groaned stopping in front of her and taking his drink from her, "I didn't think tonight would ever get here. I've been hard all day long just thinking about you." "I've been leaking all day long thinking about you," she mumbled, setting her drink down on the end-table, "I've been so wet, I was scared to sit down, afraid that I would leave a puddle." Standing in front of his mother, Greg peeled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Then taking his drink from her, he smiled down at her expectantly. Looking up at him with a wicked smile on her face, she leisurely reached out to his belt buckle. Licking her lips obviously, she slowly unfastened the buckle and spread his belt apart. "God, you're so beautiful, Mom," he gushed, sipping his drink as he watched her unsnap his pants. "Just thinking about you all day long has made so excited, I'll probably explode when you touch me." "That's okay," she smiled up at him, slowly unzipping his pants, "we've got all night and we both know how much cream you can make." "Don't you remember the last time we made love? You must have shot a whole gallon of your stuff inside me that night. I am still amazed at how potent you are." "I've been saving it up for you," he smiled bashfully at her as she leisurely spread his pants apart. "Oh, My Goodness," she gushed as his cock flopped out into the open, "my Baby's not wearing any boppies." "Oh, my lord, honey," she groaned appreciatively, "I didn't think you could get any bigger, but I swear you've grown at least an inch since the last time. I've never seen a penis as wonderful as yours." His pants fell to the floor in a pile as she let go of them to grab his dangling monstrosity. Lifting the huge cylinder of hardening man-meat, she openly admired it. Ron could only imagine what was running through her mind as she fondled her son's cock. Was she wondering how her genes could have produced a man with such an enormous cock. "You are the epitome of manhood," she praised him, lovingly squeezing his giant penis. "How big is it now?" she asked him. "Gosh, Mom, that's awful forward of you," he laughed back at her sipping his drink. "Remember when we measured it last time?" She asked him. "Let's see, it was nine inches long and six inches around if I remember correctly," she grinned back at him. "Right?" Greg grinned importantly and nodded his head. "And you're only eighteen." "How did you get so large?" she murmured softly as she gently stroked his elephantine cock, "your father's penis is only six inches long and not nearly as thick. I just can't believe how beautiful your penis is. I still get itchy inside every time I think about you and your wonderful penis. Sometimes I get so wet, it is embarrassing." While his mother gently stroked his cock, Greg slipped his shoes off and stepped out of his pants. His cock no longer dangled down in front of him flaccidly. It was now jutting out, swollen and threatening. Greg stood in front of his mother dressed in only his socks as she tugged softly on his penis, pulling him toward her. As he stepped closer, he watched her lean forward. Ron could feel his own scrotum contract with excitement and he could only imagine what Greg must be going through as Joan's soft, red lips descended toward her son's aching manhood with leisurely slowness. His cock was obviously pulsating with anticipation and eagerness as her lips descended upon on his penis. Greg's cock was so hard, it jutted straight out in front of him, bobbing up and down wildly with each rapid beat of his heart. His cock looked like a baseball bat sticking out of the curly little swatch of brown hair at the bottom of his rock hard belly. "Oh, is Mommy's Baby's pee-pee sad?" she teasingly baby-talked as she watched a large, glistening drop of pre-fuck sap trickle out of his penis and down the underside of the bulbous prickhead. "There's a great big tear coming out of his eye. I think he wants Mommy to kiss him and make him all better." "If Mommy kisses him too much, Baby's pee-pee will be nasty and spit up," Greg said knowingly, his voice quavering. "Mommy likes it when Baby's pee-pee spits up," she smiled up at him, lewdly flicking out her tongue and lapping at the drop of sap, "in fact, she loves it when Baby's pee-pee spits up in her mouth. Baby's cream tastes wonderful. Wouldn't Baby like to spit up in Mommy's mouth now?" Without waiting for an answer, she eased forward and let her lips close down over the rigid softness of her son's cockhead. As her mouth closed down on him and her teeth grazed the sensitive skin of his cockhead causing him to gasp in pleasure-agony. Ron could see that he was straining to hold back the damned up pool of white lava boiling inside his balls. He was straining so hard, he stopped breathing. He watched his mother's soft, full lips slowly ease further and further down the thick shaft of his primed penis, until her lips were half way down the his long, thick tube of meat. Closing her mouth down on the rigid barrel, Joan slowly sucked on it as she eased her mouth back up her son's throbbing penis. Ron saw that she must have sensed how near her son was to exploding in her mouth when she saw the muscles in her son's legs grow rigid and taut. He was still fighting to keep from cumming, but he was obviously loosing the battle. Ever so gently, she slid her mouth back down the thick barrel of his penis until the big cockhead nudged up against the back of her mouth. An eruption was imminent. Still sucking on her son's giant cock, she reached up and took his huge, hanging balls in her hand. Gently squeezing and toying with them as they dangled down in their hairy sac of flesh, she coaxed him toward eruption. Gently playing with his balls, she gradually let his penis slide out of her wet mouth until only the head was still in her mouth. Gently at first, she began to suck on his cockhead, letting her tongue tickle the cleft underneath the corona of his cock until she felt it start to swell and throb with the pre-ejaculation excitement. The moment was at hand as she felt his penis expand and throb with importance. All at once, she began to roughly suck on his cockhead. She was sucking so hard, it must have felt to Greg that she was trying to suck his cock inside out, Ron thought. Harder and harder she sucked on her son, priming his cockhead while her fingers roughly massaged his balls. The urgency of his need must have overwhelmed him. Inevitably Greg's great prick jerked mightily as it shot it first heavy, white-hot spurt of boy-cum into his mother's suckling mouth. The gusher of his potent cream was huge it instantly filled her mouth to the point of overflowing. Then as she tried to swallow the first gush of his hot, frothy semen, a second torrent of his sticky white sap spewed out into her mouth. There was so much, she must have felt as if she engulfed by a tidal wave of her son's creamy, hot man-cream. Still, it spurted out from his giant cock again and again. Sucking it into her mouth and swallowing as much of the frothy cum as she could, colossal volume of cum pouring out of him overwhelmed her. She valiantly tried to keep up with the gushing spout of thick, hot cum as it spewed into her mouth, but it began to overflow and trickle out around the giant pillar of meat. Ron watched in amazement as it dribbled out around Greg's prick, down over her red lips, down her chin where it dripped down onto her tits. Gusher after gusher of Greg's juvenile cream gushed out and splashed out into his mother's ravenous mouth. She must have felt it dripping down her chin as she took as much of his sweet nectar as she could. Still, he continued to spew his seed into her mouth until they all wondered when it would stop. But finally, the shuddering jerks of his cock began to lessen and the flow of his cum slowed to a trickle. Then at last, it was over. Holding her son's slowly withering penis in her mouth, Joan gently sucked on it as she looked up at him lovingly. Greg swayed and threatened to collapse so she gradually moved her head back away from him, letting his shrinking penis lewdly flop out of her mouth. As his cock flopped out, a string of cum stretched from his cock to her mouth, joining them in an obscene gesture of incestuous wickedness. "MY, GOD, Mother," Greg groaned, dropping down to the floor in front of her, "I think you turned me inside out. I never had it feel that good before." "I love the taste of your wonderful sweet love syrup, "she smiled at him, running her tongue over her drenched lips, licking up his overflow, "It tastes like the nectar of the Gods." "And it has to be the nectar of the Gods. No mere mortal could produce anything so sweet, and there was so much of it. I didn't think you would ever stop. I hope that you didn't use it all up." "Don't worry," he smiled at her with teenage confidence, looking up at her from between her legs, "I just need a few minutes to recharge the battery." "You're not worried, I'm not worried," she laughed softly, spreading her legs apart a little farther, exposing the drooling cleft between her legs even more brazenly. Glancing down between his mother's widespread legs, a smile crossed Greg's lips. "If you thought my pee-pee was sad," he said softly, staring directly into his mother's gaping womanhood, "your pee-pee must be very, very sad, because she is boo-hooing all over the place. She's cried so much, she's gotten the couch all wet. Maybe she needs for me to kiss her and make her feel all better, too." "She's not crying from sadness," Joan sighed, spreading her legs even wider apart, "she crying tears of happiness because she knows how good Baby can kiss." Scooting forward on the couch, she inched her pussy toward him until it rested on the edge of the couch directly in front of his face. Smiling at him, she leaned back and picked up her drink. Waiting and watching him expectantly, she slowly brought the glass of liquor to her lips and sipped on it as Greg leaned forward. Reaching up, Greg slowly parted the lacy edges of his mother's crotchless panties. As he pulled them apart, he found the material dripping wet. Spreading the drenched edges farther apart, he gawked at the steaming grotto before him. Softly fondling the satiny, pink lips of his mother's vagina with his finger, Greg took a deep breath. Ron knew that he must be breathing in the musky aroma of her bubbling juices as they wafted up from her sweltering slit. Greg slowly lowered his face down into the musky swamp of her femininity and heard a tiny moan of pleasure escape from her lips. Then his mouth touched her secret place and she jumped involuntarily. As her son's lips touched the engorged flaps of flesh encircling her vagina, her pussy began to spill out even more juice. Smiling contentedly, she watched him gluttonously lick at the flowing river of woman-juice spilling from her pussy. Ron's mouth began to water, knowing that Greg was savoring the feminine flavor of his mother's essence as he licked her. Greg traced the outline of her pussy with his tongue as he lapped up her leaking elixir. Moving his tongue in circles, he went round and round the soft, delicate folds of her hot pussy in an ever decreasing circle lapping up every last drop of her fragrant fluid. At last, he reached the burning core of her sweet, steaming pussy. With his tongue poised at the center of her womanhood, he made it hard and pointed and pushed it down inside the fiery softness of her vaginal channel. He was now tonguing the very place where he had once, so long ago, been born. As she felt her son's tongue probing tongue exploring the depths of her aching cunt, Joan took one final gulp off her drink and shakily set it down. Leaning back against the couch, she mewed contentedly as she let him slowly fuck her with his tongue. As he tongue-fucked her, she gently humped against his face with tiny little controlled strokes. He tongued her deeper and deeper. This went on for several moments before Greg slowly eased his drenched tongue out of her dripping pussy. Flicking his tongue back and forth lazily, he teased the big, floppy lips of her pussy for a few seconds. Then, much to her obvious delight, he began to lap his way up toward her protruding clitoris. She must have felt his tongue getting closer and closer as she began to squirm. Then all at once, her whole body jerked as her son's tongue found the little knob of unbearably sensitive nerves. "Oh, My, God," she groaned, spreading herself even wider for him, "I am going to finish as fast as you did if you keep that up." Greg seemed to want this as he quickly busied his tongue on her clitoris. He raked the smooth little knot of flesh with his tongue mercilessly, as she groveled under its strafing attack. Waiting for her son all day long must have primed her because within moments she was plunging into the deep, wonderful anguish of an orgasm so profound, it looked as if it was painful. A hellish rapture possessed her as she lost control of her some of her muscles. Her legs shot out, flexed as tight as coiled steel as her hips began to patter about on the couch, uncontrollably. Her cunt juice flew everywhere as her butt bounced about on the couch, splashing it all over her son's face and chest. Greg was having a difficult time just keeping his mouth locked onto her clitoris as she hopped around on the couch. Then, suddenly, her whole body spasmed as a scream of pure animal glorification erupted from her lips. The tenor of her scream rose and rose as she wailed out her ecstasy. Then finally the scream faded into silence as she stopped breathing and her body went limp as a rag. Greg sat waiting patiently. Ron wasn't so sure. She looked like she had suffered a seizure or something. He had never seen a woman react so violently. She wasn't breathing. God, he hoped she wasn't dead. Greg seemed to know what to expect as he quietly waited for her start breathing again. Staring up over her motionless stomach, he waited for any sign that she was still alive. At last, he saw her stomach quiver, then her wondrous breasts begin to rise and fall. Her initial breaths were jerky and shallow, but soon she was breathing normally again. Seeing his mother start breathing again, Greg lovingly kissed and fondled her womanhood with his tongue. Melting down into a heap on the couch, she let herself enjoy the soft, gentle touch of her son's kisses. Ron wondered how long they had been lovers. Greg seemed well schooled in the art of making love and seemed to sense his mother's needs without her having to tell him. It was obvious that this was no one night stand. Greg appeared to be a fast learner, but he hadn't learned all this overnight. At last, Joan must have felt some strength returning to her arms as she reached down and tenderly pushed his face away from her womanhood. Moving back from his mother's drooling pit, Greg watched her clitoris gradually creep back into its protective sheath flesh. It appeared appeased for the moment. "Oh, Baby," she cooed softly, "that was the quickest ever. You know just where to touch me. You are such a wonderful lover." "Your, uh, your puss, uh, your vagina is the softest, prettiest, most wonderful place in the whole world," Greg stuttered, seemingly uncomfortable saying such things to his mother presence. "And besides," he grinned happily as he licked her pussy juice from his lips, "I had the best teacher in the world." "Flattery, my young man," she laughed softly, "will get you anything." "Oh, that felt so, so good," she murmured. "Why don't we go upstairs and get into a nice comfortable bed. I want you to fuck me with your great big cock." "I've been dreaming about fuc, uh, making love to you all week long," Greg grinned, getting to his feet, "I just wish I could make love to you all the time. Sometimes, I can't think about anything else." "I'm afraid that is one of the penalties we must pay," she said sadly, "for our sinful love, darling." Reaching down to his mother, Greg took her hand and helped her to her feet. "Whoa," Joan giggled giddily as she teetered drunkenly atop the tall, stiletto heels. "I don't have any feeling from my waist down, thanks to you," she muttered, "because you made all the blood in my legs rush into my clitoris." "I am sorry," Greg smiled, seemingly proud that he could affect his mother in such a manner as held onto her to make sure she didn't fall. "Yeah, I can see that," she laughed sarcastically. "Do you want to take your heels off? You might be able to walk better." "Why, don't you like them? I thought you liked for me to wear heels." "I do, but I don't want to see you fall and break your lovely neck." "Thanks for the consideration," she smiled, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek, "but I'll be fine in a minute. Okay?" "Sure," he grinned back at her. Finally, after a few moments, she sighed and gently pushed him back away from herself. "I think I'm okay now," she told him, "I'm going to try and walk by myself." Reaching down, he picked up the package of cigarettes. Shaking out two, he quickly lit them. Taking a deep, long drag off one, he offered the other one to her. "Why don't you freshen our drinks," she said, handing him the glasses. "Your wish is my command, Mother, Dear," he grinned, sauntering over to the bar. "I love the way your big cock flops around after we make love," she told him, watching him walk over to the bar, "it is so pretty when it is thick and heavy like it is now." "Oh, I thought you liked it big and hard," he replied, splashing a few ice cubes into their glasses. "Oh, I do. It gorgeous when it is hard and ripe and ready, but I like to look at it when it is not hard, too. It makes me hot thinking about it both ways." Taking another quick drag off her cigarette, she flexed her legs and took a tentative step. "You must have the most beautiful cock in the world," she repeated herself, unable to stop herself from admiring his giant dangling cock as he strolled back toward her with the replenished drinks in his hand. "You going to make me hard again," he laughed as he handed her drink to her, "if you keep talking like that." Taking a sip of his drink, Greg flexed his abdominal muscles and made his cock jump up and down impudently. They both laughed familiarly as they watched his dancing cock. "Well, I guess that I better talk like that all night long," she smirked as his prick slowly begin to stiffen and lift out away from his groin, "Because I want it big and hard for a long, long time tonight. I want to make love to you and I want to cum and cum and cum all night long, until I can't cum anymore." She saw his cock jump as he heard her risqué statement. Laughing, she tried to take a step and wobbled, nearly falling. Grabbing her, he steadied her as she held onto him for support. Pausing for a moment, they stood beside each other as she let her hand stray down to his growing manhood. Standing motionless, she toyed with his great cock and watched with obvious appreciation and admiration as it jumped and quivered with excitement. "We should turn this cushion over," she laughed, noticing a big stain on one of the sofa cushions, "or we might forget it and have to explain to Harold and Amanda where the stain came form. And I'm afraid its fragrance would give away its source." "It sure tasted sweet," Greg blushed as he reached down and flipped the cushion. "Good, glad you like it," she smiled, taking him by the arm. Joan then took another trial step. It looked like she would be able to walk as she leaned against Greg. "Let's go, lover," she simpered, clattering across the floor to the stairs. They tottered up the stairs and stopped at the top. Standing on the landing with their drinks in hand, they stopped and embraced for several moments. Joan finally stepped back away from him, and took him by the hand. Smiling, she led the way down the hallway to her bedroom, letting Greg follow and watch her lovely derriere sway from side to side enticingly. Stopping at the door, she let go of his hand. Smiling tipsily, she quickly tossed the rest of her drink down her throat and sauntered over to her bed. Greg tarried by the door for a moment watching her delectable backend swing from side to side wickedly as she flounced across the room. Standing by her bed, Joan slipped out of the filmy night robe and let it fall to the floor before crawling onto the bed. Shaking his head, Greg strolled over to the bar and picked up another pack of cigarettes. Leisurely lighting two more of the noxious weeds, he held them in his mouth as he made each of them another drink. Juggling the drinks and cigarettes, he slowly walked over to the bed where his mother sat. Grinning oafishly, he handed her a drink and a cigarette and stood by the bed. Smoking and sipping on their drinks, neither of them spoke for the longest time. Greg was openly admiring his mother's gorgeous body while she was just as blatantly ogling his jutting manhood. "Well, are you going to stand there all night?" Joan finally asked him after several minutes had passed. "What, uh," Greg stuttered awakened from his reverie. "I said are you going to stand there all night," she repeated, slowly spreading her legs apart and pointing down to her oozing love-wound, "or do you want some of this?" "Do I have to answer that?" he asked her, stubbing out his cigarette and downing the last of his drink with one quick gulp. "You've always told me that actions speak louder than words." "Well?" He asked impatiently waiting for her to finish her drink. Grinning impishly, she handed him the stub of her cigarette and the empty glass. Setting her glass on the night-stand, he hastily stubbed out her cigarette before crawling up on the bed. "Why don't you lie down," Joan said suggestively, "and let Mommy ride the horsey." "Mother Knows Best," Greg grinned, watching her get to her hands and knees, her big, pendant breasts dangling down, bouncing and jiggling wildly. "This is something that you should never, ever forget," she cackled, "a Mother Always knows best." Anxiously flipping over onto his back, he watched with eager anticipation as his mother scooted over and quickly straddled him. He shamelessly gawked at her big melon-sized tits wiggling shamelessly inside her transparent brassiere as she crawled over him. Ron knew Greg must be feeling a wicked gratification knowing that her lovely tits had once given him nourishment and now they gave him sustenance in such an entirely different way. Crawling up his legs, she finally had her dripping snatch poised directly above his bulging cock. "I'm so wet your penis will slide right in," she gurgled, reaching down between her legs and taking hold of his towering maleness. She quickly guided the gigantic column of ripe, hard boy-cock up to her waiting slit. Almost drooling in anticipation, she fitted the big purple cockhead into the dripping opening of her love-cave. As it slithered inside her, she released it and slowly lowered her steaming cunt down onto his jutting male-thing. She felt the thick, hot cylinder of her son's giant cock slowly pierce the waiting tightness of her vagina as she crooned with pleasure. Ron wondered what it must feel like to have her son's monstrous organ sliding up into her, spreading her pussy wider and wider until it filled her to the limit. Inch by gigantic inch, Greg's massive slab of male-meat slid further and further up into the hot, musky softness of her pussy. Pushing herself down onto him, she looked down between her legs and watched as her furry pubes crept lower and lower down his magnificent pole. Her pussy was hungrily, eagerly devoured her son's mammoth cock without a second's hesitation. At last, her pussy settled down onto his hairy stomach. Sitting atop him with his cock thrust almost a foot up inside her, she ground her groin down into him. Ron could almost imagine how full she must feel. Having her son's enormous cock buried so deep in side her, she must feel like she couldn't take another micrometer of his great cock into her overstuffed vagina. At that instant, the bulbous head of her son's cock thudded up against the hard cone of her cervix as her silky haired groin ground down on his hard stomach. It seemed as it their genitals were for each other. No perfect union of flesh could have been imagined. His monstrous cock was the exact length and breadth to the millimeter to fill her physically without pain. It fit her so perfectly, that if he had been another half inch longer, intercourse with him would have been painful. As it was, it was perfect. Even if his dick had been thicker, she wouldn't have been able to take him completely and totally. It wouldn't have been the same, she thought as her hot fleshy cunt devoured him. It completely surrounded his hot, thick cock like a glove. After a few moments, she stopped grinding herself against him and sat lovingly admiring her son's handsome face. As she did, their eyes met. As they stared into each other's eyes lovingly, the air in the room became super-charged with sex. Ron watched Joan's body quivering as she took a deep breath. It looked as if she was fighting off another climax. She must want to hold it off and make it stronger, he thought. Still, she sat motionless atop her son. Without averting his eyes from hers, Greg moved his hands up to her encased breasts. Digging at the tiny snap between her breasts, he quickly unsnapped it. As he did, the brassiere sprang apart and her big, beautiful tits spilled out in all their glory. The moment Joan felt her brassiere open, she raised her arms and let her son slip gossamer material up and off her arms. Tossing the dispensable hindrance aside, Greg moved his hands back up to her big, rubbery nipples that now jutted out invitingly. Joan threw her head back, apparently savoring the feel of her son's fingers on her breasts. Then she gently eased her hips upward, letting his brick-hard cock slowly slide back out of the slippery chute of her pussy. Almost effortlessly her hips and rose until only the tremendous swollen cockhead of his love engine remained inside her. Twirling her hips slightly, she lowered them once again, letting her cunt ravenously devour his dick once again. Down and down went her insatiable cunt, sliding down his jutting love-spear until her overheated cavern had totally consumed him for a second time. She seemed amazed as his hugeness filled her pussy so fully. It fit so tightly, it created a vacuum inside her pithy cunt when it retreated back down the meaty channel. She seemed to relished the control she must have felt as she sat atop her son. Still at the same time, the slowness of their love-making didn't appear to be fulfilling her needs. Almost effortlessly at first, her hips gradually begin to move up and down on him with more determination as her tits bobbled and bounced above him freely. To Ron, it looked like her body's needs were quickly overcoming her maternal instincts. She was becoming less and less Greg's mother and more and more his lover as her pussy slid up and down his penis faster and faster. Soon her hips were slashing up and down on him with a vengeance. As she fucked her son, the musky aroma of her heat filled the air with its pungency so heavy Ron could even smell it. She was plainly aroused by the wickedness of their depravity. So aroused, her juices were pouring out of her slurping pussy. It was so abundant, even Ron could see it splashing out onto Greg's stomach. It splashed out, coating him with her pungent sap. Grunting louder with each thrust, Joan drove her pussy up and down her son's turgid pole Her actions indicated the nearness of her orgasm as she beat herself against him. Her hips were literally flying up and down like a pile-driver as she fucked her son unmercifully. As they fucked, Joan began to sweat profusely, but she didn't seem to care or notice as the beads of perspiration trickled down her breasts. Her breasts now glistened with a coating of sweat as her son's hands squeezed and pestered her wildly bounding breasts. Like the jerking motion of a cog, turning one notch every time her pelvis slapped down onto her son's belly, she seemed to be moving inexorably closer and closer to the edge of a gigantic orgasm. She reminded Ron of a jockey urging her mount to exert all of its effort to finish the race and reap the rewards of the victory as she flailed about on top of Greg. Her hips bounced up and down on her son so fast it was almost impossible to see her son's cock. Her pussy was sucking it in and out too fast. Then abruptly, it burst upon her and her body began to shake and quiver uncontrollably. She began blubbering the wild unintelligible sounds of an animal in pain as her body convulsed and writhed uncontrollably. The muscles surrounding her pussy abruptly locked down on her son's prick and began to squeeze it tenaciously. As her cuntal muscles clenched his cock, it bucked inside her and ejected its precious cargo of thick, hot semen deep inside her slavering cunt. As he exploded inside of her, her muscles tightened down around his cock even more. As he spewed his love-seed into her, she thrashed and kicked uncontrollably calling out his name over and over again. She was flailing about so wildly, Greg wrapped his arms around her and tried to keep her from hurting herself. Still she dove deeper and deeper into the mind warping depths of her climax. Finally, her body could take no more. Her body had been consumed by muscle wrenching seizures for a whole minute before she suddenly went limp. Toppling down from her perch on top of her son, she crashed down onto his chest. To Ron, she appeared nearer death than life. Greg seemed worried this time. Ron didn't blame him. She had almost passed out the first time she climaxed, but this time it looked worse. He wondered if the excitement had been too much for her. Had she actually had a heart attack or something? Watching on anxiously, he saw Greg reach out and take hold of his mother's limp wrist. Greg held onto her wrist for several seconds before he found a pulse. At first, weak and thready, it soon became strong and regular. Breathing a sigh of relief, Greg gently rolled his mother off him, pulling his spent dick out of her at the same time. Although it wasn't hard, it was still fat and heavy and made an obscene slurping sound as it slithered back out of her. Lying beside her, he watched the even rise and fall of her astonishing breasts for several moments before he reached out and softly touched them. As Joan slept, Greg quietly rose to his knees. A smile crossed his lips as he looked down and saw that he was joined to his mother by a string of cum stretching from his shrunken cock down to her womanhood. Slipping down off the bed and backing away from her, he watched the silvery strand of cum stretch and grow thinner and thinner until it finally broke. Ron wondered if Joan was through for the night as he watched Greg walk over to the bar. Standing by the bar, Greg poured himself another drink and stood sipping on it while he smoked another cigarette. He watched his mother sleeping, her breasts peaceful rising and falling with each breath she took. Letting cigarette smoke curl out of his mouth and drift aimlessly across the room, he continued to stare at her. He seemed enraptured by her, Ron thought. He had the look of a newlywed. It was plain to see that he was obsessed with her. The obsession was definitely not maternal love either. It was the oppressive love of a man for a woman. That kind of love that twisted your gut if you had to be away from her more than ten minutes. It was manifestly obvious, he was consumed by his love for his mother. Maybe it was because they had the same blood coursing through their veins. Ron knew how Greg must feel, because Ron felt the same way about his mother. He felt so deeply in love with her, he wished he could return to her belly to live there forever. Maybe that was why Greg enjoyed sex with his mother so much. It was being inside of her again. Being a part of her again, if only for a short time. Whatever it was, there was no escape from it once you had succumbed to the irresistible temptation. They were now doomed for life. The bond between mother and son was one of the strongest bonds on earth and now, they had added another bond. That of the love of a man for a woman. No power on earth could tear them apart. Ron could picture all this running through Greg's mind as he waited. It was evident that Greg had something on his mind as his thick, dangling cock was slowly growing hard again. Greg was so deep in thought, he didn't see his mother slowly open her eyes. She lay watching him for several minutes. Ron saw her eyes flicker open. He wondered what was going through her mind as she watched her son. The look in her eyes was plain. She loved him. But, it was more than the mother-son kind of love. It was the doting, you can do no wrong, ever, kind of look. Spaced. Overwhelmed by it all look. Then her eyes dipped down to his growing arousal. "Who are you thinking about?" She asked suddenly, with a faint edge of jealousy in her voice. "Huh, uh, Oh, You're awake," he stuttered, startled out of his trance, "I was just thinking about how wonderful it is to make love to you. I can't understand all my feelings. Sometimes I feel as if I want to be held by you just like when I was a little baby and then sometimes I feel like I just want to be your friend and talk and all that stuff and sometimes I feel like I just want to be your son. But most of the time, I just want to make love to you and make love to you until I drop. Sometime it just gets all messed up inside my head and I don't know which one of you I want." "Oh, how sweet," she gushed. "That's how I feel about you, too." "But, right now, I know which one I want," he added, grinning lewdly. "And which one of me would that be?" She asked, smiling seductively. "Duh, guess, if you can," Greg grinned at her, stubbing out his cigarette and tossing the rest of his drink down. "Oh, dear, I could never guess in a million years," she laughed out loud. "Okay, I guess I'll just have to show you." "Would you like to try something a little different, this time?" Joan asked him as her eyes went from his eyes back down to his protruding hardness and back to his eyes again. "I want to learn everything about sex and pleasing you," he told her striding toward the bed, his giant cock bouncing up and down evilly. "Your father has a collection of toys that he likes to use on, uh, use on me," she smiled at him, "would you like to use some of them?" "Do you like to be, uh, made, uh, you, uh, you know," he stammered as he stood by the bed, "I don't want to do anything that you don't like." "I enjoy them some of the time," she smiled up at him, reaching over and fondling his cock, "but not anywhere as much as I love this." "Well, okay," Greg said, unsure of what to do next, "I get jealous when I think about Dad fucking you." "Don't worry about that," Joan laughed, "every time he fucks me, I pretend it is you, but he is so much smaller. And you are a much better lover." "I still don't like it," he growled. "Well, look in the night-stand and get out a big one and a small one. Get a vibrator and a tube of jelly too." She winked at him as she saw his cock lurch with excitement. Like a mother watching her child on Christmas morning, Joan watched him shyly open the drawer. She smiled as she saw his eyes sparkle with anticipation when he saw all of the dildos and vibrators of various sizes, shapes and colors in the drawer. "Wow, there's a lot of them in here." "It takes a lot to keep me satisfied, darling. You should know that by now." Laughing to himself, Greg hesitantly reached into the drawer. Smiling lewdly, he pulled out the biggest dildo in the drawer. Then, after prowling through the drawer a while longer, he brought out a second, smaller one. "Are these okay?" "Ahhh," Joan laughed merrily, "an excellent choice. That big one is your substitute. I use it when I want you but you aren't available. It is almost exactly the same size and feel of your giant cock, but it could never, never, never, ever replace the feel of real thing." Grinning sheepishly, Greg set them on the top of the night-stand and picked out a vibrator and a tube of lubricant. "It looks bigger than I do," Greg blushed as he picked up the large dildo again. "Actually, your penis is bigger when it is fresh and ripe," she bragged on him. "Why don't we get rid of these panties," she told him, "I think they served their purpose for tonight." "And besides that, I want both of my, uh, openings, to be accessible to you," she snickered obscenely as she watched his prick jerk expectantly. As he sat down by her, she reached down to her garters and unfastened both of the front garter catches. Rolling over onto her stomach, she waited until Greg reached over and fumbled open the rear catches. Rolling over onto her back again, Joan held her legs up in the air for a moment. Greg finally got the hint and took hold of the top of her panties. Ron could see that Greg was growing very excited as the boy gently slipped his mother's panties down her long, lovely legs. Pitching her panties down on the floor, Greg rubbed his hand over the satiny smoothness of her leg. "Do you want me to keep my garters and hose on?" She asked him, looking up at him, "Or do you want me, uh, bare, uh, bare assed naked?" "I like the way you look with your garters and hose on." Greg grinned "Okay, redo me," she chirped, flopping onto her stomach again. "Love to," he told her reaching over and refastening her garters to her hose in the back. Flipping back over onto her back, she hurriedly refastened the garters in front and picked up the big pink dildo. "Why don't you lie down so I can play with you while you put this in me," she instructed him as she handed him the big pink dildo. Greg crawled up the bed and moved around until his penis lay directly in front of his mother's face and his eyes stared straight into the open wetness of her cunt. She spread her legs apart farther as Greg moved the plastic dick up to her gaping love-wound. Reaching out, she pulled his semi-erect prick to her mouth. She gently began to mouth her son's rebounding cock, even though it was covered with the exudation of their last episode of love making. As she sucked his dick into her mouth, he slowly eased the big rounded head of the dildo between the limp lips of her pussy. She sucked half of his hardening cock into her mouth as she felt him push the big, fake dick into her waiting slit. Her ready cunt accepted the thick plastic dick without hesitation and the dildo was soon buried all the way to the hilt inside her cavernous cunt. A sigh of contentment escaped her lips, out around her son's bloated peter as he began to fuck her with the false prick. He fucked her with long, slow strokes as she mouthed his penis, sucking in more and more of the hardening column of prime beef. Her lips pulled and sucked on his dick while her tongue tickled and teased the tender underside. Down below, Greg busily thrust the dildo in and out of her slobbering cunt. Keeping her son's dick imprisoned in her mouth, Joan moved one hand around to her delectable butt. With her hand in a fist, she slowly uncurled one finger and pointed to her crinkled little asshole. As Greg stared at the pointing finger, he acted like he couldn't believe what he thought she wanted. As he hesitated, she quickly began to beat his meat. Ron could tell Greg was confused. He didn't know what she wanted him to do. It was obvious that this part of their love making wasn't routine Then Joan seemed to sense his confusion. While she continued to masturbate him with one hand, she pitched the tube of ointment down by his hand. Then taking his hand, she pulled his forefinger away from the other fingers. Then she gently pushed it up against the pouting little circle of her asshole. Releasing his hand, she rabidly attacked his cock with her mouth. Keeping the giant didlo shoved down inside her cunt, Greg picked up the tube of jelly and awkwardly squeezed out a gob of the slippery sap onto his forefinger. Then ever so gently, like he was afraid he would hurt her, Greg spread a coating of the jelly around the dainty wrinkled prune of her asshole. Ron didn't know how he was able to concentrate on her asshole the way she was sucking on the boy's cock. She was sucking on him so hard, he could hear her slurping all the way up where he was watching. Still holding the big dildo inside of her, Greg finally began to tenderly probe his mother's asshole with his lubricated finger. It resisted initially, but as he pushed harder, it suddenly slithered inside of her clenched anus. Her mouth tightened around his penis noticeably as he probed her asshole with his finger. As he dug his finger into her hot, bung hole, her manipulations of his dick were growing rougher and rougher. She was sucking more and more of his cock into her mouth as his finger disappeared deeper into her asshole. He felt his mother begin to move her hips back and forth, forcing more of his finger into her ass with each backward thrust of her hips. Suddenly she lurched forward, disgorging his finger. Her hand slipped down and quickly handed him the smaller dildo. Ron was amazed to see that it was greased and ready. When had she had time to do that? Abiding by his mother's wishes, Greg nervously placed the small rounded tip of the dildo onto the wrinkled opening of her asshole. The tiny ring of muscles ringing her anus resisted the invader at first, but finally as Greg kept applying pressure, the dildo slipped into her asshole. Greg heard his mother grunt out around his cock and he started to pull the dildo back out of her asshole. "NOOOOOnnaaahhhhhhgggggg," Joan groaned out around his cock. Greg didn't know what to do, so he held it motionless. Finally, after a couple of moments, Joan abruptly thrust her butt backwards, impaling herself on the entire length of the smaller dildo. Then she began to hump her ass back and forth and Greg began to fuck her in the ass with small dildo. As he continued, the sounds of pain that he had earlier had changed to moanlets of pleasure. Realizing that his mother was enjoying it, began to fuck her with both dildos at the same time. Joan was sucking on her son's cock so violently, he knew the boy wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. He could almost feel the boy's sperm gathering in his balls once again. It wouldn't be more than a few moments before Greg would spew out another gusher of cum into his mother's mouth if she didn't stop sucking on him so hard. Even as he kept sliding the dildos in and out of her, Joan reached down and picked up the vibrator. Flicking it on, she moved the vibrator down to her clitoris. The pearl shaped knot of nerves was already poking out of its protective sheath, ready and wanting attention. As the vibrator descended on the little ball of her clitoris, a spasm rippled throughout her whole body. Feeling this, Greg began to stroke the dildos in and out of her harder and harder. As he hand fucked his mother, she sucked on his dick as if she would be able to suck his whole essence into her own body and they would become one. Finally Greg could hold his load no longer. The instant his mother felt his dick begin to spasm, she shoved her head forward taking his whole cock into her mouth and throat. Her throat clamped down on his dick causing it to jerk and spurt its hot, heavy syrup directly into her throat. His giant cock was thrust at least four inches down into her throat as she began to swallow, rubbing his dick with the ringed muscles of her throat. Joan was snorting and making choking sounds but still didn't pull her mouth off him. At last she felt her son's explosions lessen in intensity and she jerked her head back off his dick. Tiny spasms of pleasure still rippled through the wet length of his cock as she gasped for breath. "Oh, God, I want you in my ass," she groaned. Ron watched Greg's eyes bug out in disbelief as Joan scrambled up to her hands and knees, pushing her delectable ass up into the air. "Hurry, please, hurry and put your wonderful cock in my ass before it gets too soft," she pleaded with him, wagging her butt back and forth impatiently. "For Christ's sake, hurry or you won't be able to get it inside of my ass. Hurry up, Greg, Baby, before you're too soft." Like he had finally awoken from a coma, he hurriedly struggled up to his hands and knees behind his mother's upturned butt. His slowly shrinking prick was still a potent weapon as it jutted out directly behind her clenching asshole. The swollen head of his cock was coated with her spit and his cum. Grabbing hold of the shaft of his cock, he quickly placed his cockhead on the mouth of her tiny pink rectum. Abruptly, it thudded up against the ring of muscles circling her anus. Holding his cock to keep it stiff, he tried to push it into her asshole. The muscles prevented entry for several seconds, then all at once he felt her asshole relax for an instant and his cock popped into inside her anus. As it did, the tight ring of muscles was strong and threatened to slice his cock in two. "OW, OH. BAAABBBYYYYY!" Joan screeched in pain and pleasure as her son's cock slipped into her tight asshole. "FUCK ME IN THE ASS. HURRY!!! FUCK ME IN THE ASS, QUICK, FUCK ME HARD, BABY!" Greg quickly shoved his softening penis down into the fiery depths of his mother's rectum as she gasped for air. He thrust it all the way inside her bunghole until his hairy belly thudded up against her soft, cushiony butt. Although his cock had just spent its third load of the night, the first assault on his mother's ass, the heat of her ass, and the friction of her tiny asshole on his big cock quickly rejuvenated his charger and it began to grow once again. "NO, NO, BABY, FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE," she wailed as she felt his cock begin to swell, "YOU'RE GOING TO SPLIT ME IN TWO." "Oh, I'm Sorry, Mommy," Greg whimpered, pulling his dick back down her abused anal channel, "do you want me to stop?" "FUCK NO," she moaned, thrusting her butt back onto him and grinding her butt into his belly, "FUCK ME IN THE ASS, BABBY, FUCK ME IN THE ASS, PLEASE, HARD, BABY, PLEASE. HURRY DAMN IT." Responding to her imploring demand, he hunched into her with all of his strength, burying his dick all the way to the hilt inside her superheated anus. Once again, he pulled back and then ripped it back into her waiting ass with an ever increasing tempo. FLAP! FLAP! SLAP! FLAP! FLAP! SLAP! went their bodies crashing together as he drove his cock into her asshole. His huge cock was wickedly impaling her asshole as she savagely thrust herself back on to her son with utter abandonment. Her whole body shook from the fierce onslaught of her son as he ripped his huge cock into her asshole. His pistoning cock had already rubbed an angry red circle around her delicate bunghole as he pumped his cock in and out of her. Her tight asshole was stretched to its very limit by his jackhammer cock. Ron could easily see that the pain had metamorphosed into pleasure as her son continued to pound his cock into her asshole. Ron didn't know what caused it, but the time he had fucked a woman in ass, it started out painfully for her. But after several moments, the pain mysteriously turned into pleasure and she had one of the best orgasms she had ever had. Or at least that was what she told him. He didn't have any first hand experience. Even as Joan seemed to revel in the feel of her son's giant cock in her ass, she could tell by the jerking, puffing and gasping coming from her son, he wouldn't last much longer. It would already be his fourth time tonight. Within seconds, it washed over her. She was having a cataclysmic orgasm. Her body began to shake and jerk uncontrollably just as she heard her son howl in animalistic release as his dick exploded inside her already over-used anus. His superheated boy-jism gushed out onto the delicate lining of her rectum, sending her ever deeper in to her orgasm. Over and over again, her son's ejaculating cock swelled up and shot another load of cum into her already overflowing anal chute. At last, the charger could gather no more cum and gave a tiny twitch as his legs gave out and he fell backwards away from her, ripping his spent charger from the hot, tight confines of her asshole. "OUCH," she yelped as his big cockhead ripped out of her anus. Greg lay on his back gasping for breath as his mother stood on her hands and knees with her head hanging down. "Damn, I didn't know if I was going to live through that one," she finally groaned. Reaching back around to her abused asshole, she hesitantly felt around the bruised skin surrounding her anus. Probing tenderly, she was pleasantly surprised to find out that he hadn't split her. "That's the first time I've, uh, ever, uh, been inside, uh, a woman's, uh, you know, uh, that place," Greg stuttered tiredly. It was almost too good. I don't know if I could stand to do it there all the time. It was almost too hot and tight." "It's not something I could do every night either," she winced tiredly, "we will save that as a special prize when you have been super good," Flopping down on the bed, she didn't move for several minutes. Finally, she rolled over and gingerly sat up. "Well, big boy, do you want to fuck some more," she yawned, getting to her feet, "or are you done for the night." "I'll fuck you all night long if you want me to," Greg grinned, leering at her lovely backside as she stood by the bed. "You are incorrigible, you know," she laughed, "wait here and I'll be back in a minute." In a few minutes, she was back at the bed with a towel and washcloth. Crawling up on the bed, she smiled down at him and lifted his fallen warrior. Gently washing the residue of their last love-bout away, she seemed surprised to see his flaccid penis slowly start to harden once again. "Goodness," she exclaimed, "I am impressed. Your bad boy is trying to stand up again. I thought the last one would put him down for a while." "He says that he wants to be inside Mommy," Greg grinned, raising himself up on his elbow and watching his mother gently cleanse his proud manhood. "He says he wants to fuck you for a long, long time." "Well, Mommy's little pussy says she is ready to be fucked all night long," Joan grinned back at him as she stopped washing long enough to watch her son's cock make a gallant effort to regain its original hardness, "if he thinks he can do it that long. She says she is ready for him anytime he's ready to do it." Dropping the washcloth, Joan began to stroke her son's still semi-soft cock as both of them waited expectantly as it struggled to enlarge. "Maybe Mommy can help him get big again," she grinned at him as she leaned down over his struggling cock and gently sucked the big, round cockhead into her hot, sucking mouth. Letting her tongue and lips play with the cockhead for a while, she suddenly felt him begin to balloon into hardness once again. For it to regain it original hardness would be an impossibility because of the number of times he had already finished, but as it grew larger and larger inside of her mouth, it was still an impressive love-weapon. Finally lifting her mouth from his inflamed ingot of male flesh, Joan roughly shucked her hand up and down his growing cock again. Slowly, but steadily, it grew and grew until at last, it could once again stand on its own. It wasn't totally erect, but it would serve her purpose admirably and she knew that it would continue to harden even as he fucked her. Releasing her son's quasi-hardness, she rolled over onto her back. Smiling up at him, she spread her legs apart, opening herself once again for an invasion of her womanhood. Waiting for him, she reached down and gently spread the lips of her seething vagina apart. Holding the vaginal lips apart, she watched him rise to his hands and knees. His thick sausage like penis slashed from side to side as he slowly crawled up between her widespread legs. With the confidence of a lover, Greg dipped his hips and speared her hungry cunt on his first try. Quickly, he his potent dick down into her wide open cunt, quickly impaling her all the way to the hilt. His thick column of meat slipped into the softness of her hot, steaming pussy like a ship plowing through water. Her delicate pussy meat grabbed his thrusting cock and caressed it as it slid deeper and deeper into her inner sanctum. Straightening his arms and locking his elbows, Greg pulled his dick back down the slippery channel of his mother's livid pussy and quickly thrust it back inside her. His hips quickly began to move backwards and forward, dragging his cock in and out of the sloppy channel of her cunt like the pendulum on a clock. In and out, in and out his cock plowed her furrow like a steam-engine working at half speed. Even Ron could hear the wet "KA-SLOSH"..."KA-SLOSH"..."KA-SLOSH" of Greg's prick sliding into her meaty cunt. It was apparent they were both savoring the feel, smell, and sound of their Incestual coupling. Time seemed to dissolve as their groins slapped together over and over again, melding their bodies into one time and time again. First ten minutes crept by as they fucked, then twenty. But they were oblivious to anything except each other and the tiny space where their bodies touched and were joined together by their love for each other. Ron could see that the both relished the feel of the other's flesh as they slipped past the thirty minutes mark. Back and forth, back and forth went Greg's hips without a moment's hesitation as Joan and her son fucked and fucked and fucked. Greg's long, deep thrusts were met by his mother's hunching groin each time he plunged his dick into her. As they fucked, where their bodies joined, a light coating of love-gravy began to form. As they fucked, more and more of the sticky sap formed at the juncture of their copulating groins. After an hour of fucking, the coating of gravy spread out over their sweat drenched bodies. Still they continued to fuck, unmindful of the growing film of gravy. Joan's pussy had been turned into a churn for the delectable nectar and her son's pistoning cock was making more and more of the fragrant syrup as they fucked and fucked. Both of them were nearing total exhaustion when they finally felt the first tinge of another climax trickle out of their union. It came almost without warning. Greg's hips finally stopped moving back and forth as he drove his cock into her with all of his might one last time. Burying his cock deep inside his mother's embracing cunt, Greg felt his cock jerk and spit its frothy cream out into her. Just as he did, he felt her hot tightness clamp down on his spurting penis, trapping him inside her once again. The pleasure they felt must have been intense, but short-lived as the collapsed into a pile of arms and legs. Greg looked so tired, Ron didn't know if he could even roll off his mother. But at last, he did. The luxuriant love-gravy they had made now covered their lower bodies. Both of their bellies and inner thighs were coated with the creamy mixture. Greg's retreating cock dripped with it and a trickle of it seeped out of Joan's battered cunt. Greg had never fucked for so long and was unfamiliar with the gravy. Looking down at it, a look of amazement crossed his face. Joan had seen it before, only in her younger days when fucking for more than twenty or thirty minutes wasn't uncommon, but never had she seen such an abundance of the wondrous elixir. "What's this stuff?" Greg asked, running his finger through the clinging stickiness of the syrup. "Taste it," Joan told him, reaching down and running her own finger through the film on her stomach. "I bet it will make you hard again." "Oh, sure," Greg said sarcastically, knowing that it would be hours before he could summon up enough strength to make love to his mother again. "Really," she said softly, "try it. It will rejuvenate you." "Well," he smirked tiredly, "what have I got to lose." Using his last reserve of strength, Greg tiredly wriggled around until his face was poised above his mother's marinated crotch. Not knowing what to expect, he slipped out his tongue and hesitantly licked a morsel from his mother's stomach. Letting his tongue taste the nectar, he found that it had a unique sexy flavor that was really quiet good. Surprised, he licked another taste and then another until before he knew it, he had licked his mother's belly clean. He had become so engrossed in acquiring more and more of the wonderful sap, he hadn't noticed his mother's tongue cleaning the stuff from his belly. Soon they had lapped all of the goo off each other, but still wanted more. Because his mother's cunt was still leaking the precious fluid, he quickly locked his mouth over her cunt and sucked on her. Sucking her dry, he gently tickled her clitoris and watched as another little dribble of the gravy trickle out of her cunt. As he stopped for a moment, he realized that his mother had his cock in her mouth and was sucking on it roughly. Not only was his strength returning, but his cock was already hard again and he could feel himself growing aroused again. Both of them attacked the other's genitals in a gluttonous barrage, sucking and licking and pulling at the other to get more and more of the gravy. As they did, they were also urging each other toward still another climatic finale. Finally, they couldn't stop it and it crashed down on them like a summer storm, almost drowning them in a downburst of orgasmic pleasure. Both of them gushed out another cup of the gravy that was eagerly consumed by both of them before they collapsed. At last when it was all gone, Greg lay down by his mother. "You were right," he grinned at her, "but then again, you always know everything." "That's right, lover, and don't you forget it," she yawned, "Mother knows best." They both laughed and quickly drifted to sleep. Ron couldn't believe what he had just witnessed and was trying to think of a way to get into bed with Joan as he walked back toward his home. A Pause... There are three other stories involving the Gwin Family in Baron DArksides archives. One is about Amanda and Harold, another one is about Amanda and Greg, and the final one is about Amanda Greg, Harold, and Joan. Well, I hope someone enjoyed this one... : - (( Baron DArkside... -- Double for Nothing!! 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