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{ASSM}Mother Takes Matters in Hand (F/m, inc, size, oral, anal, light
b/d) by Quiet Cantor . Copyright 2000
Part 1
Helen finished her shower and stepped out onto the bathmat. As she
reached for a towel she glanced briefly in the mirror. Sure enough
Eric, her seventeen year old son, was peeping through the window. The
curtain was a poor fit and there was enough of a gap to see through.
Helen fumbled as she lifted the towel from the rail and bent at the
waist to pick it up from the floor. She stayed that way for a few long
seconds, her shapely backside and thighs directly in her son's line of
sight, her puffy reddened sex displayed, before standing again and
starting to dry herself. She found it necessary to pull her buttocks
wide apart and dab at the drops of water caught between them, then turn
round and put one foot on a stool while she meticulously dried her pubic
region. It also took a long time to dry each large breast, massaging
them almost as much as drying them. Helen stood naked, side on to the
window for a good while longer, applying talc, deoderant, checking for
wrinkles. Finally she put on her robe and bundled up her towel for the
wash.
She'd been aware of Eric watching her for several months. It was all
harmless stuff and she had gotten a bit of a kick out of flaunting her
body in front of him. She'd often walked out of the bathroom or bedroom
with her robe loose enough that it accidently revealed a breast, or else
while wearing a low-necked t-shirt bent forward to talk to her son or
serve him a meal, and since early that summer she had often sunbaked out
the back in an almost obscene bikini. She had taken to visibly noticing
his discomfort with a growing erection at such times, and he always
blushed at her enquiring glances. The fact was that Helen was finding
the whole thing as arousing as Eric was. She had a curvaceous body and
loved male attention.
She had been a widow for three years now, but didn't think she would
ever get over the loss of Stan, her husband. He had been twenty years
older than her and the bond between them had been very strong. She was
only nineteen when they had met and although she had been sexually
active for a couple of years, sex with Stan had been a real and on-going
awakening. Above all he had taught her to express herself sexually, to
identify her needs, to take pleasure in serving his needs and to get him
to satisfy hers. They were married for sixteen years before Stan died
and had never settled into any kind of sexual routine. They were
constantly experimenting and exploring and, as a result, Helen knew very
well what she wanted from sex. God, she had loved the role playing;
and how she missed the sheer phyical abandonment she'd developed in
their intimacy. And how hard it had been to find any kind of sexual
fulfilment after Stan's death. The couple of times that she'd sought
sex through dates had been so remarkably dissatisfying that she'd
despaired of ever meeting a man who could provide what she needed,
especially now that she was approaching 40.
Her son Eric was a quiet young man without many friends. Helen knew
that she was more protective of him than she should be, but needed the
close relationship they had. She had been thinking for some time about
seducing him - after all he was a good looking young man. Helen was
sure he was ready and, anyway, she had been sexually active at his age.
And wouldn't it be better for a vulnerable boy like Eric to be
introduced to sex by an experienced woman who cared for him and could
ensure he learned more than just the basics?
Her little display in the bathroom had left Helen feeling more than a
little horny. Her nipples were still stiff from the massaging, and her
labia were damp with arousal. She waited a few moments, rehearsing the
scenario she had planned in her mind in the last few weeks. She then
padded down the hallway, paused outside his closed door, then quickly
opened the door and walked in. Eric was on the bed wearing only a
t-shirt. He'd been wanking and was now frozen, mouth open in shock, one
fist tightly gripping his hard cock. Helen stood with her hands on her
hips in obvious disapproval and, as Eric tried to cover himself and
started stammering something, she was gratified to see that his cock,
like Stan's, was both thick and long - at least nine inches she judged,
her nipples hardening even more.
`So this is what you do on a Sunday morning!' she said, allowing a
little anger into her voice. `First you spy on your mother in the
shower and then you slink in here and masturbate!' Eric was almost
crimson with shame and started to stammer again. Helen cut him off
abruptly. `Don't you think it's wicked and unnatural to carry on this
way? Don't think I haven't noticed you leering at me! Do you think I
want to be a victim of my son's lust in my own house?' Eric was abject
in his embarrassment and had finally succeeded in covering his groin
with a sheet. Softening her expression from anger to pity, Helen went
and sat on the bed. Putting her hand on her son's arm consolingly, she
looked at him with concern.
`I'm really sorry, mum,' he mumbled.
`Why did you do it, Eric?' her voice a little less angry. `You've got
to realise that it's wrong to sneak around perving at women. It's going
to get you in real trouble.'
`I was just curious,' he mumbled again.
Helen paused as if thinking deeply. Then she said, 'Do you think about
sex much, Eric.'
`Uh, sure,' he replied.
`Do you masturbate much, Eric?' her voice gentle, almost concerned. She
had leaned a little closer and the neck of her robe had opened enough to
allow him a glimpse of one breast.
`Uh, not really,' he said, trying unsuccessfully to ignore his mother's
inadvertant and tantalising display.
`Once a week?' she enquired, noticing his cock moving against the sheet.
`Uh, sometimes more,' he confessed in a shamed whisper. Yeah, a hell of
a lot more, thought Helen. More like five times a day to judge from the
sticky tissues in his waste bin.
`What were you thinking about just now when I came in the door?' No
answer. Helen stroked her son's arm soothingly and leaned closer saying
in a concerned coaxing voice, `Were you thinking about me?' Her robe
was now open enough at the neck for her son to see both slightly swaying
breasts with their hard nipples.
`Uh-huh,' Eric half grunted, looking down at the sheets, his face
crimson.
`Look at me Eric,' Helen said quietly. He didn't move and, taking his
chin in her hand, she tilted his face up to hers, noticing how his eyes
lingered on her tits, and said in a firmer tone, `Look at your mother
when she's talking to you.' Eric couldn't hold her gaze and as his eyes
moved away she tightened her grip. His eyes darted back to hers, a hint
of fear in them. `Tell me exactly what you were thinking, Eric, as you
were masturbating.' The tone of her voice and her look demanded a
response and her son swallowed awkwardly. `You need to be able to talk
to your mother. If I know what the problem is, I can help you. That's
what mothers are for.' Eric nodded and, releasing his chin, Helen
continued in a firm voice. `Now tell me what you were fantasising about
just now.'
`Uh, I was thinking you were in here with me, mum.'
`Yes, go on.'
`Uh, that's all.'
`What was I doing?' Helen asked gently. `Was I naked?'
Eric reddened again, and looked down.
`Eric ...' Helen said in a warning tone.
`Uh, yeah, you were naked like just before in the bathroom.'
`Look at me Eric,' she waited until his eyes met hers and then, holding
his gaze, said, `You mean I was drying myself in front of you?'
`Uh, not exactly.'
`What then?'
`Well,' he paused, flustered and embarrassed. `You were with me.'
`I was sitting on the bed with you?' she enquired innocently. `Perhaps
I was holding your penis. Was that it?' He was silent. `Or perhaps
you were stroking my breasts? Tell me, Eric.'
`Yes, I was touching your body, like you were when you were drying
yourself.'
`And?' She said, her eyebrows arched.
`And you were touching mine,' he said, his eyes dropping to his lap
again but not without pausing to look at her breasts.
`Listen Eric, I know it's normal for a boy your age to be curious.' He
was looking at her again. `But I'm worried about where these perverted
thoughts might lead you.' His expression was startled and ashamed
again. `I think you might do something foolish if these kind of
imaginings go on.' Her hand tightened on his arm. `It's a real worry
for me and I've been wondering what we should do about it. What do you
think we should do, Eric?'
`I don't know, mum,' he whispered.
`Well, I think that the best way to deal with curiosity is to get things
out in the open. You need to tell me if you are curious about
something. And when strange thoughts are occurring in your imagination,
you need to discuss them with me, regardless of how disgusting or
perverted they may be. Do you understand?'
`Uh, yes mum.'
`You need to be able to talk to me about these things, no matter how
embarrassing or shameful. And I'll help you. But if you hold anything
back or hide things from your mother, you'll be in danger of becoming a
sick animal unable to control your emotions.' Her son nodded, his eyes
again looking at her breasts. `Now Eric, you say that in your
imagination, we were both sitting naked on the bed, touching each
other. Yes?'
In response to her demanding tone, his eyes were once more raised to
hers. `Uh, yes.'
`Very well then,' she said standing up and, without warning, shrugging
out of her robe. She stood naked before Eric, enjoying the surprise and
disbelief on his face. God, she was hot. Her nipples were like bullets
and her parts were so damp she was afraid she would squelch when she sat
down. `Now Eric,' she said bending down and tugging back the sheet,
`take your top off.' As he hesitated and then pulled his t-shirt up,
momentarily tangling his arms, she gazed lustfully at his rigid dick,
reassessing its size as at least 10 inches. Her face was composed by
the time Eric finally got free of his t-shirt, and she sat down matter
of factly, seemingly unaware that her thigh was against his and that his
breath was coming in short pants. `So,' she continued. `Where were you
touching me?'
Eric gulped and said, putting his hand out hesitantly, `On the breast.'
`Like this?' Helen said, taking his hand and putting the clammy palm
over her breast. He nodded jerkily and, continuing to hold her palm
over his, she started massaging making sure that he did it the way she
liked, covering all the soft flesh with gentle squeezes. She then took
her hand away and made sure he continued the way she liked before
continuing in a detatched voice. `And I suppose you had your other hand
on my hip ....' she took his hand and held it against her buttock, `And
were sucking my other breast?' She put her hand behind his head and
gently drew him forward until his hot mouth was encircling her nipple.
He sucked tentatively and then steadily, and she felt his tongue going
back and forth over her nipple. Jesus it felt good and she had to
struggle to maintain a dispassionate composure. He had forgotten her
first breast so Helen said, `So you were squeezing one breast and
sucking the other,' and got the response she wanted. `You probably know
that women like their nipples to be sucked gently, first one and then
the other, while having their breasts massaged.' Again he readily
complied, leaving wet patches of saliva over each aching nipple. Helen
enjoyed her son's attentions for several minutes, then pushed him gently
back. God, it had been so long and if she got any hotter she'd have to
rape him. He looked at her questioningly, face flushed and damp from
being pressed against her tits, wondering what he had done wrong. `Now,
in your fantasy, while you were squeezing and sucking my breasts, I was
touching you. Right?' Eric nodded but wasn't saying anything. `Where
was I touching you? On your penis? Like this?' She put her hand on
his cock, loving the silky hardness and the heat, then wrapped her hand
around the base. Her fingers couldn't quite encircle it - God, he was
even larger than Stan had been and she felt a gush of juice drench her
cunt. Eric groaned and she started to wank slowly back and forth. `Was
I doing this?' she asked innocently, and Eric groaned again. She
stopped, put his hands back on her breast and buttock, then drew his
head down to her nipple again. She started to wank him again and he
sucked avidly first at one breast then the other. Helen continued to
talk, `I don't know why you think your mother would want to do this with
you,' Eric paused, but quickly sucked again at her breast as she didn't
let up in her stroking of his thick cock. `... why she'd want to
masturbate any man, let alone her own son; why she'd want to put her
little hand around your penis.' She felt his cock beginning to pulse,
his orgasm imminent, so stopped and gently pushed him back away from her
again.
`Eric, was that all you imagined us doing?' His eyes were glazed but
with an effort he focussed on her. `I would guess that you were
fantasising about more than that, given that you've been perving on me
for weeks and weeks now.' He nodded. `So what else was going through
your grubby little mind?' She had hardened her voice and he looked
bewildered again. `Well?'
`Uh, you were .... licking me,' he said in a dry whisper.
"What? Licking you? Your penis?' He nodded. `Uuggh!' she shuddered.
`How disgusting!' Her son looked incredibly ashamed and crestfallen.
`Oh well,' she said in a resigned voice. `If I'm going to help you, I
suppose we'd better keep going ... Now, was I kneeling on the floor
between your legs?' He looked at her dumbly, then nodded jerkily.
Helen shifted onto the floor and knelt between his legs, making sure
that her steaming cunt was wedged gratifyingly over one of her heels.
`So I held your penis and licked it? Like this?' Helen leaned forward
and, holding the wonderful tool at its base, licked it up and down a
couple of times, flattening her tongue against the hot shaft. God, she
wanted to have it deep in her mouth. `That is so depraved,' she said
sitting back and looking harshly up at her panting son, still grasping
his slickened cock firmly. `I can't believe you thought in your
fantasies that I would do that for you. I suppose you imagined me
sucking it too, and not just the tip but the whole foul-smelling thing?
Well?'
`Yes, mum,' Eric said guiltily. `Except I was standing up, not sitting
down.'
Helen was pleased that he was finally getting the hang of things. `OK
then, stand up,' she said, not moving so that when he stood, he had to
hunch over slightly so that his cock didn't poke her in the face. `Like
this?' Helen said and, angling his cock down, put the silky head between
her lips and slid forward. The flared glans pushed her mouth
deliciously wide and she mashed her cunt against her heel as hard as she
could. She kept moving forward on the magnificent pole, hesitating only
briefly as it pressed past the back of her mouth and into her throat.
The last couple of inches presented a challenge, not just because of the
amazing girth, but because he was clearly a good inch bigger than Stan
had been. She had a moment of doubt, but managed to accommodate the
massive tool. She sucked and constricted her throat on it for a few
marvellous seconds, before pulling slowly back and letting it pop out of
her mouth. Looking up at her son, she wiped her mouth and said, `I can
hardly believe that a son of mine would want his mother or any woman to
behave so unnaturally. Where did you get such ideas?' He just gaped at
her and she continued, `Did I keep putting your ugly thing in my
mouth?' He nodded dumbly. `I can't imagine even you thought I would do
it willingly, so I expect you had your hands on the back of my head and
in my hair, and you were pushing me down all the time.' She bent down
and put the tip of his cock to her lips again, but it was a moment
before she felt his hands on the back of her head. She didn't move
until he pushed her down and even then she only went as far as he pushed
her. After a few seconds, she once again had the coarse pubic hair of
his belly against her face and was working the ridges of her throat
against his magnificent shaft. When she needed a breath she pushed back
against his hands until most of his cock was out of her mouth and stayed
there until he hesitantly pushed her down again. But he soon got the
idea and started to push her down his cock and pull her back up. She
couldn't resist the splendid meat and sucked and licked at it
constantly, relishing the taste and wanting things to go on and on. It
wasn't unusual for her to cum while giving head to Stan and now, with
her cunt grinding down on her heel and this spectacular cock sliding in
and out of her mouth, she could feel the beginnings of an approaching
orgasm. His hands were now tangled in her hair and the painful tugging
as he guided her up and down his cock was only inflaming her lust. All
too soon she felt his cock pulse and throb and pulled back so that he
shot his load into her mouth rather than her throat. God, it was good
to taste cum again and she savoured each jet. When he had finished, she
let his slimy cock slip from her mouth and, swallowing most of her son's
offering, stood up facing him. Even though she hadn't cum, she was
highly aroused. `I suppose you wanted to kiss me so you could taste
your own semen,' and ignoring the surprised look on his face, she
pressed against him, her nipples rubbing his chest, poking her tongue
against his teeth as he kissed her, making sure she transferred a good
dollop of the salty jism. God his mouth tasted sweet and she had to
force herself to pull away.
`Now, Eric,' she said sitting back down on the bed and drawing her son
down beside her. `I hope that acting out that grubby little fantasy has
demonstrated how unpleasant it can be giving in to your desires.' She
was all business like. `I also hope that you can now see that I am
someone who can help you, so don't be shy in confiding in me when you
are disturbed by these base and unnatural longings.'
`Uh thanks, mum. I will. And I'm sorry about today.'
`Alright Eric,' she smiled in a martyred way. God, she needed to be
fucked sooooo badly. `Now, hand me your underpants there behind you,
and I'll clean that messy slime from your penis. Personal hygiene is
most important.' She took his scrunched up jocks from him and, holding
the deflated cock in one hand, started to wipe it in long slow strokes,
squeezing and dabbing in a clinical manner. Jesus, even limp it was
like a fucking hose pipe. She was careful to wipe all around and
underneath the stiffening shaft, and then the scrotum with its plum
sized balls. She was determined to get those into her mouth before too
long! By the time she had finished he had a raging hard on again and
she looked at him disappointedly. `Eric, I can't believe this! What
dirty thoughts are going through your mind now? We've only just
finished dealing with one manifestation of your perverted lust and now,
even in the presence of your mother, you are clearly unable to control
your grubby little urges!'
`Oh mum, I'm sorry. I just can't help it. Your hands feel so good.'
`My goodness, Eric, you are hopeless!' she said in despair. Then, with
a resigned sigh, `Tell me what you are fantasising about now.'
`Aw mum,' he replied. `It's really embarrassing.'
`Does it involve me again?' she asked, sighing and forcing herself to
release his hard cock. He nodded guiltily. `I suppose it's something
worse than what we just did,' she speculated. He just looked at her and
after a pause, when it was clear he wasn't going to say anything, she
added, `What do you imagine could be worse than making me suck on that
revolting penis?'
`I'm sorry mum. It's just that I have this recurring thought of us, uhh
..... you, know, being together....'
`You mean, having sex,' she said for him.
`Uh huh.'
`Oh Eric,' she said in disappointment. `Is this something that you
think about a lot?'
`Yes, mum. Sorry.'
`And how do these unhealthy thoughts start?'
`Well, mum. Different ways.'
`Such as?'
`I guess I think about you sitting on top of me while I'm lying back on
my bed,' he said, once again going all red.
`OK then,' she sighed after a pause. `Lie back and let's see how we go
this time.' He lay down in a flash, his enormous cock lying on his
stomach, stretching past his navel. `You can't have imagined I would
just come in and impale myself on your wretched penis,' she said hand on
hips doubtfully. `Something that size could do serious damage to a
delicate woman like me, especially if it went in dry. And I certainly
wouldn't be at all moist at the prospect of having sex with you.' She
walked over to the head of the bed and looked down at the clueless face
of her seventeen year old son. `You would have been thinking you needed
to put lots of saliva on my vagina, making sure I was well lubricated
before I could possibly let your penis near me.' She stared at him and
he nodded. Then she quickly straddled his face and lowered her muff
onto his mouth. He soon got the idea and he could feel his tongue
probing in her swampy bush. `You need to put lots of saliva all over
the opening,' she encouraged, `and deep inside the tunnel, as well.' Oh
sweet Jesus, she thought as his tongue slid around her ripe swollen
gash. If he finds my clit it will be all over in a moment. `Just
getting a woman's vagina wet isn't enough preparation for sex,' she said
trying to keep her voice level. `You need to make sure her breasts are
well massaged and her nipples rubbed.' His hands came up to her breasts
and she put hers over them, making sure he did it the way she liked.
After a moment she had to lean back and steady herself she was so
dizzy. His hands went on kneading her pillowy tits and everytime his
fingers closed over her nipples it sent a tingling jolt straight to her
cunt. Despite herself, she was beginning to lose her self control and
she started to grind her cunt into his face, moving it back and forth on
his mouth, rubbing her clit against his nose, leaving long streaks of
her wetness. Finally she got a grip and paused, composing herself
before saying, `I'm sorry, Eric, I just can't get any enthusiasm for
what you want to do - the thought is just too repulsive. It's
impossible for me to be properly prepared.' Her son's face collapsed in
anguish and disappointment and she savoured it a moment before sighing.
`No doubt you'll just masturbate even more - or worse! - if we don't
satisfy this nasty little curiosity. I guess I'll just have to try and
go along with it as best I can.' Relief then excitement came quickly
into the boy's face as she moved back to his groin, took his dick in one
hand, and positioned herself over it. She guided the cock head to her
cuntal opening and wiped it back and forth between her labia. Once it
was slick, she quickly inserted it and lowered herself until it was
wedged halfway in her. God it felt wonderful - it had just been too
long and her cunt spasmed and clamped around the delicious intruder.
Helen groaned and Eric looked up in alarm.
`Mum! Are you OK?' he asked worriedly.
Helen opened her eyes and focused on his concerned features. `It's
better that we go through this and get it over with,' she gasped in a
pained self-sacrifing tone, `than have you going around with evil
thoughts filling your mind.'
`It looks like it's really hurting, Mum,' he said in some alarm.
Helen just gave him an accusing grimace, then sunk down till her hips
were touching his, groaning again. Sweet Jesus - she had never been so
filled up! Her cervix was pulsing and the lips of her cunt were splayed
so far open she wondered if they would ever close together again. `What
now?' she gasped.
`Uh, you move up and down,' Eric replied. `But mum, it looks like
you're having trouble.'
`Well, you can't expect me to enjoy it! The thought alone of what we
are doing is enough to make me feel ill; but actually doing it is
positively sickening, especially with a deformed penis like yours that
seems designed for the sole purpose of giving women pain.' Helen moved
gingerly up and down a few inches, then leaned forward, dangling her
tits in the boy's face. `It might help if you suck my breasts again -
at least it will be more tolerable for me and help me take my mind off
the discomfort.' Eric latched on in an instant and as she fucked up and
down her nipples were pulled back and forth between his lips till they
felt stretched way beyond their normal size. Helen was soon on the
verge of orgasm. Eric was now thrusting to meet her and the fucking was
becoming erratic and frenzied. Helen came with a heaving panting
shudder, her entire insides clenching and spasming. Eric looked worried
for a moment but continued to pound into her cumming himself while she
was still cresting and setting off another tremor through her entire
body.
Afterwards, as she lay panting and limp, he was apologetic and
consoling. He hadn't meant to hurt her and he was sorry he'd made her
have sex with him. He could see now that his thoughts had been wrong,
and so on. She gathered her composure and went straight to the bathroom
to `make herself clean again'. As she stood in the shower, the hot
spray soothing her still tingling skin, she marvelled over how good it
felt to fuck again and wondered why she had waited so long.
The rest of the morning, Eric kept mostly to himself, tiptoeing around
her whenever he ventured from his room. For her part she ignored him
except for the occassional accusing glance. After lunch she announced
that as it was such a warm day she was going to sunbathe - it would make
her bruised body feel better. Eric looked suitably guilty as she went
to her room to change. The bikini she'd bought was miniscule and on her
voluptuous curves looked particularly obscene. The little white
triangles of the top barely covered her nipples, let alone her large
cushiony breasts, and if she did it up tightly (as she did whenever Eric
was around) her breasts bulged around it. The bottom was a lewd
g-string. The front was tiny and didn't even cover her pubic hair
(which she liked bushy and never trimmed); and the thong in the back
wedged mostly in the cleft of her buttocks. Eric always got an instant
hard-on whenever she appeared in it and lurked around watching her. And
today was no different. As soon as she was out on the secluded patio,
he appeared, hovering about as she struggled with the lounge, settled,
applied tanning lotion, lit a cigarette and started flicking through a
magazine. After a half hour, she let the back of the lounge down and
lay on her stomach, legs slightly splayed. She waited a couple of
minutes then looked over her shoulder at Eric, whose eyes were riveted
on her crotch where her pink hairy labia were bisected by the thong.
`Get me a juice, will you darling?' He snapped to and walked into the
house, unsuccessfully trying to disguise the lump in his pants. Helen
waited until he had set down a glass by her side then asked him to rub
tanning oil on her back. He could hear her gulp, but he barely
hesitated. As he picked up the bottle, she reached back and untied the
string of her bra. `I don't want any pale lines spoiling my tan,' she
explained. God, his hands felt good on her skin! At her direction, he
rubbed the lotion in slowly and deeply with wide circular motions. He
did her back, then legs, then, boldly and decisively, her buttocks.
Helen wondered if the dampness she felt in her cunt was visible to him
as he gazed at the parted junction of her thighs.
When he had finished, she looked up to thank him and halted in
mid-sentence, a frown coming to her face. `Eric! I can't believe it!'
she said in angry disbelief. `You have an erection again!' He
immediately reddened and started to mumble an apology, but she cut him
off. `What happened this morning should have been enough to pacify any
normal curiosity for at least a week. What is wrong with you!' He
started to reply, but again she cut him off. `I am beginning to think
that there is something seriously wrong with you.' Narrowing her eyes,
she asked coolly, `What were you thinking about just now?'
`Nothing really, mum. It must just be the heat or something.'
`Don't lie to me!' In her outrage, Helen was now raised up on her
elbows, her tits, free of the loosened bikini top, swinging heavily.
`You were thinking those kind of thoughts again, weren't you?'
`Aw mum, I couldn't help it ....' Eric's eyes were travelling rapidly
from her face to her breasts.
`You were thinking about me again, weren't you? Your poor mother, more
than twice your age, who you've already abused twice today?' she
accused. He hung his head and nodded. `God help you Eric!' she said in
despair. `What exactly were you thinking this time?' He started to
stammer, but in his humiliation, couldn't put the words together. `It
must have been something pretty depraved to have incited your lust after
such a short time,' she snorted. `Let's see, it can't be that you want
to put your penis in my mouth or vagina - those particular curiosities
have already been satisfied.' She looked pensive for a moment, then her
eyes widened in shock. `Oh Eric!', she gasped. He looked at her
blankly. `You animal! You want to put it in my bottom!' He started to
protest, but she wouldn't be interrupted. `I ask you to rub a little
lotion on my back and before I know it you're fantasizing about holding
me down and ramming that wretched penis in between my buttocks!'
`But mum ...'
`Don't try and deny it, Eric.' she said angrily, raising one arm to
point as his erection, her breasts heaving. `You're probably sorry I
showered twice this morning, paying careful attention to make sure all
my intimate places are particularly clean. You'd probably be happier if
I was dirty down there so that you could taste it when you licked me to
get me ready for that foul organ you seem unable to control.' She'd
better be careful - with all the the thought of humid arse cracks and
sweaty butt holes she was in danger of leaping on that sweet hunk of a
youth, throwing him face down on the ground and burying her face between
his cheeks. `It's a blessing your poor father isn't here to see what a
brute you've become. You are in danger of becoming a predator. I know
about men like you - you get a foul thought in your head and unless it
is exorcised it becomes an obsession and you end up preying on some
poor unsuspecting female, forcing her to submit to your base needs!'
Helen shuddered in disgust, her breasts slapping together. Eric's eyes
were glued to the swinging orbs. `So,' Helen continued, her eyes closed
in martyrdom and clearly struggling to overcome her abhorrance. `As a
matter of duty - after all, you are my son and I feel a heavy
responsibility - I will be your prey, your victim, and let you act out
this sick fantasy. And once we have gotten it out of your system, the
world will be a safer place for women, and I won't end up with my only
son in gaol.' She sniffled to hide a smile at the confusion that was
evident in her son's eyes - this was so much fun! `OK Eric,'she said in
a neutral emotionless voice, turning away and raising her hips. `Take
off my bikini.' There was barely any hesitation before she felt his
clammy hands tugging down the g-string. `At least get me good and wet
before assaulting me with that awful penis,' she continued, getting onto
her knees and resting her face on her forearms. She smiled, picturing
the look on her son's face as he gazed at her upraised bum and winking
anus.
After a moment, his hands smoothed over her buttocks and she felt his
breath against her skin, then the touch of his tongue deep inside the
crevasse of her cheeks. She felt him drip saliva and follow it with his
tongue, and then he was tentatively licking around her rosebud. Sooner
than expected, he zeroed in on the crinkly hole and was licking at it
like a dog. Helen suppressed a groan of excitement and regretted that
she had cleaned down there so thoroughly. Clearly Eric was his father's
true son (not to mention his mother's!) and would relish a little
careless residue! Well, all in good time .... As she felt his tongue
caressing her anus she bore back, hoping he would push it in. But he
didn't seem to understand. `Eric,' she said in a warning tone. `If you
expect to get that penis into my bottom, I have to be wet on the
inside.' There was a pause in the tongue action and then, as she felt
the tip against the puckered skin, she bore back and felt it slide in.
Again she suppressed a moan, biting her forearm. That was soooo nice!
She felt his tongue circling around and spit being pumped in. She
repressed an urge to hump back at him - ohh, she liked being rimmed -
and instead let out a long-suffering sigh. `OK, Eric,' she said
reluctantly after a couple of minutes. `You'd better get this over
with.' She felt his hesitation and continued. `It's lucky we've got
the tanning lotion here to use as a lubricant.' She had chosen it
specially - thick and oily. `Use as much as you can.' She heard him
slapping it on that monster cock and then a few cool splashes directly
onto her anus.' Then nothing. Was he afraid to go on? Surely he knew
what to do, after this morning.
`You think you're going to hurt me, don't you? Well you are. It is a
terrible thing you are making your mother submit to, and it will be hard
to bear. But I'd rather you did it to me than some poor innocent
unsuspecting girl. I care for you and understand that boys like you
have base emotions.' She waited a few seconds, but still nothing.
Jesus, if she didn't get that cock in her soon, she wouldn't be
responsible ........ She looked back over her shoulder at Eric,
lathered shining cock in hand, trying to find a way to get in the right
position behind her skyward pointing arse. He looked at her
pleadingly. `You'll have to do this standing up - at least at the
start,' she said gently, relieved that it was only a matter of how to
begin. `Put your legs either side of my thighs and then ease your penis
in.' She watched as he climbed awkwardly over the lounge, then turned
away again. She felt his cock probing between her cheeks and as soon as
it touched her puckered hole, pushed back strongly at the same time as
he thrust forward. She wasn't expecting him to be so quick, and gasped
as the fat cockhead burst past her sphincter and plunged deeply into her
rectum. Her head snapped back and she howled in shock, clamping down
with all her might on the immense intruder. How had she thought it
would be easy to take such a massive prick up her arse, especially after
so long? `Ow, ow ow, ow!' she cried. `Stop, you're killing me!' But
Eric seemed unaware of her discomfort and was shoving and levering
himself to get a better angle. He had his hand in the small of her back
and was forcing her down onto the lounge. Suddenly she collapsed
forward, pulling away from his dick, giving her some relief though not
totally dislodging it. Eric quickly followed her down, his full weight
coming down onto her back, causing her tits to mash into the lounge, and
driving his cock all the way into her bowel. Her head was still arched
back and she could feel his damp breath on her neck and shoulders. She
struggled against him, but he subdued her heaving with jabs deep into
her backside. And then it started to feel better, only a slight burning
sensation remaining. Helen was still panting and struggling, but
excitement was building and the old pleasure of anal sex was back.
Perhaps it was helped by the rough treatment - Stan had nearly always
given her a long punishing spanking before buggering her - but her body
was definitely responding. She continued to complain and cry in pain,
but she was now bucking back at the spike impaling her guts. The
nipples on her crushed breasts were hard as pebbles and each time they
were forced into the coarse material of the lounge, a jolt of pleasure
arrowed to her cunt. And the bouncing weight of her son on her backside
was mashing her puffy swollen vagina into the lounge, putting almost
unbearable pressure on her clit. She didn't know how long she could
last and started to work her anus on the large cock, clamping and
squeezing, milking it for all she was worth. At the same time she
stepped up her howling and struggling, the delicious clash of their
sweaty bodies and the plowing of her butt making up in some small part
for the three years of abstinence. Then her orgasm burst with a rare
intensity, causing her to almost throw Eric off as she convulsed and
then arched her back. But Eric, close to his own orgasm, managed to
stay in the saddle and tugged roughly at her hips until her arse was
again at the right angle and he could resume his plunging thrusts.
Helen's orgasm went on and on, made more intense by Eric's handling of
her squirming sweat drenched body. It wasn't until he stiffened, came
inside her and collapsed exhaustedly onto her back, that the pulsing
waves diminished.
Eric was the first to recover, lifting himself and withdrawing his cock
from her ravaged arse. She clenched tightly at the retreating meat, not
wanting it to go, but felt it slip from her sphincter and then slide
stickily along her thigh. Eric immediately started to apologise as she
looked exhaustedly up at him, her attention more on his slimy limp cock
wishing he would grab her by the hair and shove it in her mouth so she
could clean off the viscous mix of semen and arse butter. Oh well, she
sighed, all in good time.
Once Eric had retreated inside, still apologising, but reassured that he
hadn't hurt his poor mother too much, Helen basked in the sun, letting
it soothe her satiated body. It had been a long time since she'd been
fucked in all three holes in one day - it was a treat she and Stan had
usually reserved for days away when they had lots of time to
themselves. It was one of her enduring fantasies and she often wanked
remembering the first time it had happened. They had been on their
honeymoon at a beach resort and she had woken Stan up with a blow job.
Although they'd fucked late the night before, he soon came and then
returned the favour. At lunch they'd played footsies under the table
and she'd managed to wedge her foot into his crotch, teasing his bulge
with her toes. As soon as they'd returned to their room he'd almost
torn her clothes off and thrown her on the bed. He then fucked her fast
and hard, making her cum several times before finally unloading deep in
her. They'd slept till mid-afternoon then gone swimming. The beach was
quite crowded and they'd indulged in a little game of guessing at the
sexual perversions of the people near them. Walking back to the hotel,
Stan had accused her of flirting with a couple of guys who had been
sitting near them on the sand. She denied it, shocked and hurt, but he
continued saying he'd seen her flash her tits at them, and angled her
spread legs in their direction. All the time, his hand was carressing
her lower back and buttocks and she quickly understood that this was
another game. She continued with her hot denials, but he called her a
wanton slut and told her she needed to be punished, alternating his
carresses with light slaps on her backside. Once back in their room, he
told her to strip and lie across his lap. Then he started to smack her
exposed buttocks, telling her all the while that she was little more
than a whore and that he was going to teach her the consequences of
displaying herself to the ogling gaze of young men. She was his wife
now and had to abandon her former wanton ways. The smacks were painful
but she cried and yelled more than was justified. Stan alternated
between buttocks, and halted every dozen or so smacks to rub the edge of
his hand between her vulva. Soon, with the hot glow in her abused
buttocks and the swampy heat in her parts, she was getting randy. Each
stinging blow of her husband's large hand heightened her arousal.
Finally she was begging him to fuck her. He laughed and said he'd fuck
her alright - he'd fuck her in the arse! And so he had, but only after
he'd prepared her with lots of gentle stretching with his fingers and
using loads of vaseline. Right from the start she'd loved anal sex.
He'd done it doggy style and continued to smack her reddened buttocks as
he bucked his cock into her. Then he'd leaned forward and tugged
roughly at her tits and nipples, `punishing' her for daring to flash
them on the beach. The back to her arse again, more slaps as he thrust
into her. He'd lasted a long time - after all it was the fourth time
they'd had sex in less than 24 hours and he was a middle-aged man. What
with all the smacking, breast abuse, and the thudding of his scrotum
against her cunt, she'd cum several times. But his orgasm wasn't the
end of the experience - as a completion of her `punishment' she'd had to
clean him off with her mouth and, kind of like imprinting, it had given
her a sense of completion of the act so that whenever afterwards they
had anal sex she never felt fully satisfied until carrying out the
ritual of licking the semen and shit off her husband's softened cock.
She was aroused from her reverie by the sound of the sliding door
opening. Eric appeared at her side with a long glass of iced water and
an abject look on his face. Helen, still naked and lying face down,
looked up at him with her sunglasses on and raised an enquiring
eyebrow. Eric held out the glass and began stammering an apology,
saying he'd never again do anything to hurt her and how ashamed he was
and could he help her back inside or should he call a doctor. It was
all just too wonderful and Helen let him go on until he spluttered
through another set of apologies and started to repeat himself. Then
she eased herself up onto one elbow, visibly having difficulty moving,
and raised an arm to accept the water, one large breast swinging free.
Eric was instantly silent, his eyes immediately latching on to the
exposed breast. Helen suppressed a smile, prised the glass free from
his fingers and took a long swig, managing to expose the other breast as
well as she tilted her head back. Some of the water spilled down her
chin and trickled down between her breasts. Her son shifted
uncomfortably. `Yes, Eric.' she said in a tired pained voice. `You
will have to help me inside. I need to shower desperately.'
`Uh, sure mum,' he said in a concerned voice.
`But first go and put a plastic stool in the shower stall. I don't
think I can stand very well,' she said weakly. Eric darted off quickly,
an anxious look on his face, but clearly relieved to be able to do
something to help. He then had to help her inside, an arm around her
waist supporting most of her weight. Helen made sure that his hand was
jammed up under one heavy breast and that her hip and buttocks rubbed
against his crotch several times. There was no sign of an erection and
Helen supposed it was partly because the boy was shagged out and partly
because he was worried sick about her. Once in the shower he had to
turn the taps on and help her onto the stool. Once he had eased her
down, getting soaked in the process, she bravely told him that she could
manage but not to leave the bathroom in case he was needed. She
luxuriated in the hot spray, slowly washing herself, making sure she let
out the occasional grunt of pain. Even after all the tanning lotion was
off she continued to sit in the streaming water. Eventually she
finished and Eric had to help her out, dry her, dress her in her robe
and help her, hobbling, to her bedroom.
`Are you sure you're OK, mum?' he said as he puffed pillows for her and
put cigarettes and magazines within easy reach.
`I think it's only bruises,' she sighed. `A couple of hours sleep will
help. Shut the door as you leave and try and be quiet so I can rest.'
He turned to go, the worried look on his face beginning to ease. `And
Eric,' she said in a firmer tone. He paused in mid-stride and swivelled
apprehensively to face her. `You realise that what you did was rape?'
His mouth opened and brow furrowed. Helen didn't wait for him to say
anything. `I can't understand what came over you. I had already done
my utmost ? twice - to relieve your animal cravings, allowing myself to
be de-based beyond any maternal duty. And within hours you commit a
disgusting criminal act on me.' Eric was visibly shrinking into
himself, his face a mixture of guilt and concern. `You are lucky that
my love for you is so great. But there is a limit to any mother's
tolerance. This morning, in all innocence, I agreed to help you out
with your problem, not realising what I was committing myself to. You
have now abused my trust in you. I told you that I would help you so
long as you discussed your horrid urges with me. If I had known this
afternoon that violent rape was on your mind I could have talked it
through with you and we could have found some other non-criminal way to
release your inner tensions. No, don't interrupt me. I have decided
that you need my help much more than I expected, otherwise you will
become a serious danger to society. Eric, you must discuss these
things with me, the instant they form in your mind, no matter how
disgusting and depraved. With my help you can be a normal young man.
Now promise me Eric.'
Eric, a picture of abject obedience and, promised with great sincerity.
But as he turned to make his escape, his mother continued. `You are
beginning your last year at school. By being open and honest and
working together we should be able to make sure that by the time you
leave school and embark on adulthood, you have sufficient self-control
to behave maturely and considerately with women.' Eric stood for a
moment then, realising the lecture was over, made a hasty exit before
his mother could start again.
Three hours later Helen emerged again and busied herself with preparing
dinner. Eric was watching TV but could hardly drag his eyes away from
his mother as she moved about the kitchen and set the table. She was
wearing a sleeveless check shirt, unbuttoned and tied below her bra-less
breasts. Although no more than a deep cleavage was visible, her breasts
jiggled like jellies with each movement and the outline of her nipples
was plain. Added to this was a pair of denim shorts, cut-off so high
that most of her buttocks were visible and part of her labia, if she
bent over far enough ? which she managed to do at least every couple of
minutes. By wearing platform sandals her backside was raised higher and
breasts thrust out more and, with all the bare flesh and subtle make-up,
she looked like one of the models in the Playboys she knew were under
her son's bed. During dinner she assured him with a sour look that he'd
done no lasting damage and that the sleep had done much to heal her
ravaged body. Although he was still abashed and wilted under her
accusing looks, he couldn't resist glancing repeatedly at her breasts.
Finishing her third glass of wine she asked him to help her with the
dishes. She was feeling a nice buzz from the alcohol as they stood at
the sink. She knew that Eric was getting an eyeful of her backside as
she stood demurely with her hands in the sink and he moved around the
kitchen drying and putting away dishes. She managed to flash lots of
cheek and expose her puffy labia split by the thin gusset of denim. The
show was turning her on and she wondered if the dampness she felt in her
crotch was at all visible to her son. She dropped a spoon on the floor
and bent double at the waist to pick it up then turned suddenly to look
at her son standing behind her. He was gaping at her and adjusting his
pants to accommodate the bulge of his hard cock.
Helen gasped in fright and then let her face fall in resignation.
`Eric, I can't believe it!' she said in exasperation. `You have another
erection! Even after sating your lust three times today, you get an
erection watching a tired middle-aged woman doing a domestic chore.'
She stood hands on hips, legs apart, looking at him in despair. The boy
stammered but couldn't articulate a response. Helen took the tea towel
from his nerveless fingers, dried her hands, then led him to the couch.
Sitting with her knee touching his, she took his hand between hers and
stared into his eyes in a concerned way. `Alright Eric, tell me what is
going through your mind. And remember the promise you made me this
afternoon. If nothing else, we can at least discuss it.'
Eric was his usual silent self, head downcast though, Helen noticed, he
was still looking furtively at her breasts. After a moment she squeezed
his hand encouragingly and said, `We can't work this out if you don't
tell me what is going on in you mind.'
`Uh, I guess, I uh was thinking about you again, mum,' he eventually
blurted out.
`Were you thinking about what we did earlier today?' she asked, again
giving his hand a squeeze and leaning forward in her concern to help him
express himself.
His eyes rooted to her massive cleavage, he stuttered until she took his
chin in her hand and raised his face up so he could see the gentle
helpfulness in his mother's eyes. `Uh yes. That is, no. I was
thinking about something else.' She was still holding his chin and now
gave an encouraging nod. `Uh, I was thinking about kissing and
squeezing your bottom and breasts,' he said, his face flushing a deep
red.
`And was that all?' she asked, trying not to squirm as her cunt
moistened. He shook his head but didn't say anything. `You were
thinking about having sex with me again weren't you Eric?' He nodded,
but again didn't say anything. `You were thinking about tearing my
clothes off, throwing me to the floor and then forcing that wretched
penis straight into my poor vagina!' she shuddered, her face a mask of
despair.
`No, mum, no!' he exclaimed. `I was thinking only of gentle things and
of making you feel good.'
`Eric,' she said in a firm voice. `Honesty is essential if we are going
to overcome this problem you have.' She was still holding his chin and
now gave him her most serious look. `You know I couldn't possibly enjoy
having sex with you, or with any man. Those days ended with the death
of your dear father.' He blinked and nodded. `Have you had any
indication that I have received any pleasure at all from anything we
have done today?' He blinked again and shook his head. `The only
satisfaction I get is a moral one - knowing that I am helping you
through a particularly difficult time of your life. With my guidance,
you will emerge a better person.' She released his chin and put her
hand on his thigh. He jumped a little and she stroked him soothingly.
`Now if it is true that you want to learn how to give a woman pleasure,
then I will show you so that when you meet the right person you will not
subject her to the same horrors that I have experienced today.'
`Thanks mum, I really appreciate what you are doing for me,' Eric said
in a rush. `But I am worried that you are too sore after what happened
earlier.'
`Yes, Eric, I certainly am still very tender,' she sighed, squeezing his
hand and thigh. `But I am afraid that if we don't deal with these urges
when they arise, they will quickly turn into something monstrous and
uncontrollable. I want you to know that no matter when or where you are
bothered by adolescent tumescence, you can immediately confide in me and
know that I will do what I can to help.'
Eric was gawping at her again, so she sat back business like and, as his
eyes bulged, untied the knot of her shirt and shrugged it back over her
shoulders, revealing in an instant her large creamy breasts. `You said
you had an urge to kiss my breasts,' she reminded him. `Now, remember
what I told you this morning about sucking, licking and massaging.' He
leant eagerly forward and Helen quickly put a hand on his chest to
restrain him. `Son, there are some things you should know about women's
breasts.' He sat back a little bewildered and she went on, all
business. `Women's nipples often go hard, for a variety of reasons.
Friction is a major reason and you will notice my nipples going hard as
you suck and squeeze them. They did that when I nursed you as an infant
and sometimes just the feeling of clothes rubbing against them will make
my nipples hard ? which is why I wear such sturdy bras.' She paused to
suppress a giggle and then continued in a matter-of-fact voice. `Now
young women with only sex on their minds easily get erect nipples, and
may do so even before you start fondling their breasts. But when it
happens to me, as it did this morning and as I expect it will in a
minute or two, it is nothing sexual ? it is only a reaction to the
pressure of your lips, tongue and fingers.' She then lay back against
the cushions and took his hands in hers. `Now begin, and listen to what
I tell you.'
For the next ten minutes Eric played with her breasts, using hands and
mouth as she directed him. She was enormously aroused, as always, by
having her tits pawed and sucked and Eric was doing it quite
enthusiastically, if not with much skill. Finally she pushed him away
and said, as dispassionately as she could, `You are doing well and I'm
sure most women would be very satisfied. However, it is possible that
you will find a woman who doesn't get full satisfaction unless her
breasts are treated a little more firmly.' She noted with satisfaction
that Eric seemed to understand exactly what she was referring to.
`These women like you to use your teeth on their nipples and squeeze
their breasts until they go red. Some even like their breasts smacked!'
she said with a disbelieving shudder. `In any case, they will certainly
let you know if they are enjoying what you do. So, Eric, as a necessary
part of your instruction, we had better recognise this eventuality. You
can start by lightly biting my nipples and digging your fingers into my
breasts. I will pretend I am the kind of woman who enjoys this and will
endure it for as long as I can.' Eric bent to the task with real energy
and as Helen panted audibly and told him to now twist her nipples, now
tug them away from her chest, now mash her tits hard together, she could
see that he didn't need much direction at all. She restricted herself
to saying, `Harder!' or `More!' careful to put enough inflection in her
voice to imply that she was acting. Finally, on the verge of orgasm,
she stopped him, saying she couldn't take much more. He was flushed and
panting as hard as she was. `We'll finish this up now. Probably the
next thing a woman like this would want is to have her breasts smacked
and roughly pulled about, especially the nipples. Do that now and I'll
bear it for as long as I can.' She closed her eyes and thrust her chest
out and as Eric slapped her reddened tits, hesitantly at first and then
with increasing force, alternating with painful tugs on her nipples, she
shuddered into an intense orgasm, twisting away from him and curling up
into a heaving ball in the corner of the couch. Stan had often brought
her to orgasm through her breasts alone but it had been so long that
she'd forgotten how damned good it could be. No amount of masturbating
could ever generate this feeling.
`Mum, are you OK?' She felt Eric's hand on her shoulder and turned
towards his worried face. `I hurt you again, didn't I?'
`It's alright, Eric,' she said, her voice nearly under control after the
massive orgasm. `You know I agreed to help you out, and I am prepared
to do anything within reason for that purpose.' A look of relief came
over his boyish face, but there was still a cloud of uncertainty in his
eyes. God, what a rush she was getting from his innocence! Helen swept
the hair back from her face and, all business again, reminded him that
he had been fantasising about her bottom and that they had better deal
with that `while she was still able.' She got up on her knees and leant
forward onto her elbows resting on the high back of the couch. Under
her direction, Eric tugged down the tight denims then kissed and licked
every square centimetre of her buttocks and upper thighs, ran his tongue
up and down the sweaty cleft, gently licked and sucked her `stretched
and bruised' anus and gave her a prolonged rimming `to soothe the
violated entrance to her most delicate body opening'. The boy seemed
indefatigable and for a good half hour she took pleasurable advantage of
his enthusiasm.
She was getting pretty hot and needed his cock in her again. Looking
back over her shoulder she put a hand on the curly dark locks on the
crown of his head and pushed him gently back. `Eric,' she said with a
weary tone. `Even though I agreed to let you have access to my
backside, I think I've indulged you enough in this unnatural
obsession.' His face was glistening from being pressed against her wet
buttocks and his eyes looked a little glazed. `What I'm worried about
now, dear, is that you have got yourself all aroused.' She looked
pointedly at the bulging front of his shorts. `I fear that if we don't
deal with that immediately, you will subject me to more physical
abuse.' As her son started to protest that he would never again hurt
her, she put a finger to his lips. It's alright Eric. I know what
primitive forces drive young men of your age and how necessary it is to
confront them. Now take off your clothes and stand up behind me.' He
hesitated for a few seconds and then nearly ripped his shirt and broke
his zipper in his hurry to get naked. His thick cock sprung up against
his belly as he tugged down his underpants and then she felt it hot and
throbbing against her left buttock as he moved in behind her. She
grasped it in one hand ? Christ, she couldn't even reach her fingers all
the way around it ? and fitted it between her damp labia. Eric didn't
need any urging to push forward and the air went out of Helen's lungs as
he drove it in to the hilt in one rapid shove. He didn't pause and
immediately started fucking her at a furious pace. She was loving it,
needing a heavy pounding fuck after all these years of abstinence, but
was worried that he would cum too quickly. Sure enough, she felt his
movements become erratic and his fingers grasp harder at her hips. Not
waiting any longer, she moved suddenly forward and his cock pulled out
of her cunt. `Eric,' she said in her instructress voice, looking back
at his flushed and sweaty face. `What you are doing is pleasurable for
most women.' She paused and gave him a searching look, making sure he
was paying attention. `But like we were discussing before, you may
become involved with a woman who is not fully stimulated by this kind of
sex unless you are a little firmer.' She saw a comprehensive spark in
his eyes ? yep, definitely his father's son. `Such a woman may expect
more once you've spent all that time kissing and appreciating her rear.
She would want you to continue attending to her buttocks and anus even
after you have begun having intercourse with her. It would be
impossible for you to use your mouth, so you would have to use your
hands.' Eric smiled at her, stroking his slimy cock lightly. `Such a
woman would expect you to smack her bottom, possibly quite hard, and
finger her anus.' She gave her most resigned look and turned away
again.
For the next ten minutes Helen got a good fucking. Eric, distracted by
her directions to squeeze and smack her rounded butt, and finger fuck
her arsehole, was able to keep up a steady long stroke. But eventually
he forgot all about her upthrust cheeks and, gripping her hips hard and
arching his back, unloaded deep inside her clenching tunnel. She hadn't
cum herself but had certainly enjoyed every moment. The boy showed
great promise and in her mind Helen was already anticipating many more
sex sessions. She had so much time to make up for .........
While making Eric's breakfast the next morning, dressed only in a sheer
baby doll negligee, she noticed that he had yet another erection and,
not wanting him to go to school in such a state, where there were so
many young and unsuspecting girls that would be objects of his
indiscriminate lust, she dutifully gave him a blow job. And when he
came home from school and came out to the backyard to greet her as she
lay sunbathing topless, she noticed that, unbelievably, he again had a
hard-on. Through careful questioning she determined that he was
fantasising about sucking her breasts then throwing her onto her back,
hooking her legs over his shoulders and penetrating her reluctant vagina
as deeply as his unsightly penis could go. And then, after dinner, as
she was helping him with his homework, he was again overcome with lust.
This time the object of his desire was her bottom. Reluctantly she let
him pull up the hem of her leather miniskirt and kiss her bare cheeks
(after all, she was about to get ready for bed and, after her last trip
to the toilet hadn't bothered with panties) before rimming her and
wriggling his hot tongue for long minutes deep in her arsehole. Then,
in order that his throbbing cock be relieved, she thought it best that
he fuck her - hard if necessary - while continuing to indulge his
obsession with her bottom by sawing a finger (two if he felt it
necessary) in and out of her butt. Luckily she had a tube of KY jelly
handy.
And the next day it was more of the same ? sex in the bathroom after
Helen, dressed only in panties, inadvertently walked in on her son
drying himself after his shower; a blow job in the backyard as he came
out to join her sunbathing after school; and then another round of sex
at bed time when she'd come upon Eric playing a shoot-`em-up computer
game and recognised that he was merely sublimating some aggressive
sexual urges that were better purged by having his mother bend forward
over the computer desk, slapping her arse cheeks until they were
crimson, then jabbing his cock hard into her cunt as he mashed her
breasts roughly.
And so it continued through the week. The turning point for Helen came
on Saturday. She'd risen early, done some chores then gone shopping
before Eric had emerged from his bedroom. She returned by lunch time
and although Eric was lounging about in just shorts and was clearly
available, she ignored him. Likewise that afternoon. She filled her
time puttering around the house then sunbathed and although Eric hovered
about, she made no move to relieve his sexual build-up. Finally, as she
was doing a crossword on the lounge after dinner, he came over and,
after humming and hawing, told her that he needed to speak to her about
some thoughts he'd been having. Helen put down the magazine, took off
her glasses and looked up at him enquiringly. She didn't prompt him and
he stammered out that he'd been thinking all afternoon about kissing her
breasts and between her thighs. She asked him exactly what he'd been
imagining, and what her reaction had been, and what other details had
occurred to him. As he continued talking she smiled inwardly to
herself. At last he was getting the message ? and just as well! She'd
been wondering how long she could maintain the charade of reluctant
fuck-toy. Now that he was beginning to play along, things could enter a
new phase.
Even so, she couldn't resist guiding him and before he long he had told
her that he wanted to lick and ream her arse and bum fuck her. He
realised that the previous week he had gone too fast and needed to spend
more time preparing her, and then take things slowly. He wanted to do
it properly this time and needed her to teach him. Helen let him
undress her, kissing his way over her body, spending long minutes on her
horny breasts, lapping at her thighs and then, bending over the arm of
the lounge, allowed him to lick up and down her arse crack, nip her
buttocks and press his tongue against her puckered sphincter. At her
urging, he began to ream her deeper and deeper. After all, he wanted to
make sure that she was able to stretch far enough to accommodate his
beastly manhood. Helen knew that he must be getting a fair taste of her
musty rectum, and was reassured that he didn't seem in the least
deterred. She palmed her breasts and clenched her nipples as his tongue
wiped around and around her anus, and her son's fingers squeezed her
up-turned buttocks. Finally, she gasped that she thought it was enough
and instructed him as he applied KY jelly to her butt and then his
cock. When it came time for him to press his dick between her buttocks,
it slid snugly past the tight ring and deep into her bowel. God, she
loved that feeling. She told him it was hurting and made him take it
out and push it back in several times just so that she could savour the
feeling of the fat head bursting through her tight ring. She was just
settling down to having her butt plowed when Eric seized up, jerked and
came. Bummer ? he'd hardly started and she was no where near ready for
him to come. Helen pulled forward until his semi-hard cock plopped out
of her arse, then turned around, her face coming to her son's groin.
His cock had long ropes of milky semen along its length and several pale
brown streaks. Before he could move, she grasped it by its greasy root
and looked up at him. `It's a girl's duty to clean her man's penis
after sex, no matter how filthy and disgusting it is.' The smell of
plundered rectum was strong and she needed to get her mouth around that
meat. Eric looked excited as she leant forward and sucked the first six
inches of his deflated cock into her mouth and washed off the semen and
arse butter, savouring the taste. She then took the rest in past her
lips and ran her tongue over it. In a minute or so she was no longer
cleaning his fleshy dick, but sucking him in a steady rhythm. She could
feel him begin to thicken and reached up to massage his balls.
Once he was fully hard she pulled back and looked up at her son again,
batting her eyelids. `Why Eric, it seems that we're not finished after
all.' And she repositioned herself over the arm of the couch and held
her buttocks open. She felt his hand on the small of her back, then the
thick bulb of his cock at the still greasy star in the centre of her
crack. Then with a grunt, he pushed forward and her rectum was again
filled with thick pulsing cock. Helen got fucked much better this time,
with Eric labouring above her for long minutes, sliding his cock deep
into her backside. As she was closing in on an orgasm, she urged him to
hurry up and fuck her faster, pushing her up and over the edge of a
delicious body-wrenching cum. He wasn't far behind her, but she hardly
noticed and it was a moment or two later that she came to her senses as
she lay on the couch with Eric pushing his slimy cock into her mouth to
be cleaned. Helen worked on it as before but when it became clear that
it wasn't going to harden again she let it fall from between her lips.
Looking up at Eric's flushed face she said, `Now your need to clean up
the mess you made of my bottom.' As she felt his tongue once again
swiping her arse crack and probing at her backdoor, Helen reflected on
the pleasures of the last week.
The next day was the most sexually active Helen had ever experienced.
Eric came into her room not long after dawn. He'd had a dream and it
had left him terribly aroused. Sure enough, the thick outline of his
dick was pressing against his shorts and the head was protruding past
the waist band. He'd been dreaming that he'd performed cunnilingus on
his mother and, as soon as she'd cum, had thrown her legs over his
shoulders and fucked her really hard. Helen realised that this had to
be acted out immediately to ease his agitation and, after all, she liked
nothing more than having her cunt licked first thing in the morning.
That, and the subsequent deep pounding into her cunt, was a wonderful
start to the day. Then, after Eric had brought her a cup of tea and the
paper, and she'd finally got up to dress, he had watched her powder and
massage her breasts, try on first one bra, then another, and finally
struggle into a tight half cup wired push-up job. She turned around and
he was stroking his hard dick and, after a frank discussion about his
fetish with her breasts, he had tugged off her bra, sucked and licked
her quivering mounds and then subjected her to a long session of tit
smacking and nipple torture. He ended up sliding his cock between her
blotched and reddened tits as she pushed them together, the bulbous tip
entering her mouth on each up-stroke, until he blasted a thick wad of
jism onto her chin and cheek. He'd fucked her twice in the afternoon,
once leaning against the kitchen counter, her skirt pushed up and legs
tight around his waist, and then a couple of hours on the patio as she
had him rub sun tanning lotion on to her back. She had never had so
much dick up her and was beginning to think her cunt was getting
permanently widened. That last fuck had gone for a good twenty minutes
and she felt that her womb had been pushed up into her chest. She felt
sure that Eric was done for the day, but after dinner, as they'd watched
TV, she'd sat on the couch with her legs pulled up and he had noticed
that she wasn't wearing any panties under her mini-skirt. Again his
dick was noticeably hard and he had requested a blow job. She'd asked
him what he had on his mind and it turned out that he wanted her
kneeling naked before him, like on that first day, so that he could tug
her hair and maybe slap her breasts as she sucked on his dick. And
again, as on the first day, she kissed him straight afterwards and
transferred a dollop of his cum to his mouth. Afterwards, they lay
together on the couch and talked, Eric idly stroking his mothers breasts
and flank. Helen explained that it was good manners to do something for
a woman after she had done something for him. Eric asked what she had
in mind and she had pointed out that she had nothing in mind and would
rather just go and have her shower and head off to bed, but that she was
conscious that Eric needed to understand his obligations to a lover. It
was up to him to decide what he could do for her. Eric wasn't sure but
after some discussion he thought it would be a good idea to massage her
back, then perform analinigus on her, while playing with her clit. She
would have to guide him on this, but agreed that it would be a fitting
return for the blow job he'd received. By the time she'd let him up
she'd had a most wonderful half hour, reaching orgasm after only a few
minutes and then riding a crest of little after tremors as his tongue
and fingers continued with their work.
When she went to bed that night she way awake for some time planning how
to expand her adventures with Eric....
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Let me know if you liked this story and if you want me to write Part 2.
Any suggestions welcome. A couple of things I have in mind are Helen
buckling on a strap-on and Eric bringing home a girlfriend from school.
Reply to: quietcantor@hotmail.com
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