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I didn't write this story; the author is Bernhard Traven (current email
address unknown).


From: an105444@anon.penet.fi (F C Dobbs)
Date: Mon, 19 Feb 1996 18:53:13 UTC


This story contains explicit details concerning a consensual sexual
relationship between a mother and son.
 
If any of this offends you DO NOT READ any further.
 
The following story was given to me for posting by B. Traven who does not
have USENET access. It is part of a series of stories never 
published before that supposedly describing true case studies investigated
by Dr. Traven. I'm not completely sure that Dr. Traven is not pulling my leg,
but I'll let judge for yourself.
 
Dr. Traven is very interested in any comments or criticism on this story.
I will be glad to forward any messages about this story to Dr. Traven, but
note that it may be a while before he is able to respond since he is
still on sabbatical in Mexico. I may post more of the Dr. Traven's stories,
depending on Dr. Traven's wishes and reader responses.
 
This particular story is actually *part VI* of Dr. Traven's TABOO series
that cover related themes. Only one other story, TABOO I, in the series
has been released as of this date. There are are also a number of other
stories outside the TABOO series that have yet to be released,
(only Hot for Hillary has been released outside the TABOO series). What's
the holdup? First of all I need Dr. Traven's permission, who is not
always the easiest person to get hold of. Second of all, I can not scan
most of the stories because they are handwritten in Dr. Traven's
chicken scrawl. Transcribing all this material by hand is not easy.
Even worse, some of the older dog-earred manuscripts are even
written in German. My high school German is a little rusty,
and I'm quite sure my German vocabulary does not extend to some of the
terms used in these stories! If you are interested in any of these stories
please email me, and I'll see what I can do about releasing more.
 
Believe it or not, there is actually more to the "Mother's Milk" story itself.
The following represents only about a quarter of a novella. Dr. Traven
asked that I only release this portion of the story at this time because
the remainder of the story branches off into other areas including a
pregnancy, and relationships with Aunt Jane and Sara Jo among others,
that Dr. Traven feels detracts from the original theme. Dr. Traven asked
that I hold back the remainder of the story unless there is "sufficient
reader interest". 

                **
 
Copyright (C) 1992, Bernhard Traven
 
                Mother's Milk [TABOO VI] (1/4)
                By B. Traven
 
 
"Many mothers find great emotional - even sexual - satisfaction in 
 breastfeeding, for it is the culmination of the sybiotic unity with the
 child." - Dorothy L. Marlowe, RN Ed. D., "Pediatric Care", 1977
 
"Oedipus was blinded because the light
 of truth was too much to bare" - B. Traven
 
"[A] Mother/son [relationship] is the one relationship-type
 where both parties get exactly what they need from the other
 party and the relationship, and the power status
 between the parties is the most equitable."
                - Dr. J. Boswell,
                  Institute of Advanced
                  Sexual Studies
 
"There is *enormous* sensual pleasure suckling at a lactating woman's
 breast. The act is more giving and emotional on both parties
 part in addition to the simple sensualistic satisfaction."
                - Dr. Avis Oegel, MD,
                  "Sexual Assertiveness Techniques", 1993
 
                **
 
 
Jack pushed the door open with his foot awkwardly and entered his house. 
Both his hands were occupied; he was carrying with a large plastic bag of
disposable diapers in one hand and two bags of groceries precariously
balanced in other arm. Jack set the packages on the kitchen table.
 
"Mom?"
No answer.
 
He looked in her bedroom, and saw his mother cradling his baby brother.
A half-empty plastic bottle was lying near her feet.  Both mom and baby were
fast asleep. The scene looked so peaceful compared to night before when
Bobby kept them both up with his frantic crying. He tried to help by preparing
his bottle and bouncing the little guy, but nothing seemed to help. Finally,
his mom had told him to go back to sleep because of the Chemistry test he had
tomorrow. Under protest he went back to bed while Bobby still wailed. He
thought he would have trouble going to sleep but he must have gone out as
soon as his head hit the pillow.
 
Jack stood there for a moment in the soft light of the bedroom. His mom must
be exhausted - she was still awake with Bobby went he got up this morning to
go to school. She was a strong person, someone who had more than her
shares of hardships in life but someone who rarely complained. She was still a
young woman, only 32, and still young to be hopeful that happiness could still
be found in her life.  With her sparkling eyes, golden blond hair, and good
figure men found her attractive. She had no trouble finding suitors, but she
always managed to end up with the wrong guy.
 
He watched his mom as she dozed.
She was beautiful even without makeup and with mussed hair, and beautiful
even wearing an old yellow-print sun dress. Jack noticed that the buttons in
front of her dress were undone and a large wet pink nipple was protruding. 
Jack felt a sudden flash of shame and looked quickly away. She had been
trying to unsuccessfully to breast feed Bobby again. Contrary to popular
opinion it is not at all uncommon for babies to have difficulties
breast feeding. Dr. Powers explained to Mom that many factors may be to
blame including the mother's diet and level of stress. Fortunately, almost all
babies who have trouble breast feeding have no problem feeding from a bottle.
Mom was heartbroken, feeling like a failure as a mother. Bobby was doing fine
with formula but Mom kept trying to get him to nurse.
 
Jack secretly found the idea of breast feeding exciting. Since puberty he had
the usual teen-aged boy's fascination with breasts. At 16 his sexual
experiences were confined to some groping in the backseat of his car where a
few times he had managed to slip his hand into Sara Jo's brassiere and feel
the softness underneath. When he attempted to remove her bra she had
protested, and the mood was broken. Sara Jo was a little on the chubby-side
but had a healthy bust line that sent tongues wagging throughout high school. 
Sara Jo was nothing compared to Jack's own mother, however. His mom
had had a slender frame with large, heavy breasts. Secretly, Jack had looked
through the laundry to find one of his mother's brassiere.  Feeling both
ashamed and excited Jack read the faded tag on his mother's brassiere - 38C.
Hoping his mother would not notice, Jack hid the brassiere under the frame of
his bed from which he would sometimes take it out to study when alone. 
Jack, in his readings on his favorite subject, learned that a women's breasts
could increase up to two cup sizes during pregnancy; and, sure enough, the
new nursing bra his mother had purchased was an incredible 38DD. Jack had
wondered why size DD was used instead of E, but he decided that this was yet
another of the many mystery's privy only to women and unknowable by men.
 
                **
 
 
At the time of her pregnancy Mom's boyfriend Bill was living with them.  Bill
was a crude man who would periodically come home drunk and angry at the
world. When Bill came home late one night he slapped Mom hard across the
face because dinner was cold. Jack tried to intervene, but the bigger man threw
him across the room. 
 
"Please, Bill, leave Jack alone." His mother screamed. Jack felt dizzy and hurt
but he got managed to get back on his feet. He started toward Bill again. 
 
"Jack, please." his mother pleaded.
 
Bill ignored Jack, and pulled Mom toward the bedroom roughly by the arm.
His mother looked toward Jack with a look of resignation.
 
"I'll be OK, Jack. Please stay out of it.", she whispered to him painfully as
Bill pulled her.
 
Bill slammed the bedroom door behind them, leaving Jack standing outside
feeling impotent and weak. Their voices through the door were angry and loud
at first. After a few minutes the voices were softer,  and Jack could hear the
familiar rhythmic creaking of his mother's mattress.
 
                **
 
 
A few months later Mom had discovered that she was pregnant. Bill acted
happy and said they would now get married; but he didn't come home the
next evening. Mom tried repeatedly to call Bill at work, but Bill just hung up
on Mom when he heard Mom's voice. Mom was, of course, broken-hearted. 
She had dealt with men running out on her before, but this time she was
pregnant. Jack's own father had also left shortly after Jack was born
but at least he and Mom had been married.  Mom broke down and sobbed in Jack's
arms. Jack told his Mom not to worry.
 
They didn't need anyone else. He would be the man of house. 
And Jack did help take care of his Mom. He took over cleaning the house and
doing the grocery shopping, and even  had gotten a part-time job at the local
fast-food joint to help supplement their income.  When his Mom enrolled in
Lamaze classes at the local hospital, Jack volunteered to be his mom's coach
but Mom's younger sister, Aunt Jane, said it wasn't proper and took his place
as coach.
 
                **
 
 
Some women look overwrought when pregnant, showing the weight of the demands
pregnancy places on their bodies. Other women bloom like flowers, glowing with
the radiance of the life growing within them. Mom was in the latter category.
Her face was positively beaming with the promise of life, and her slender figure
blossomed into Rubenesque proportions with Mom's already large breasts became
heavier and fuller. 
 
Most of Mom's Lamaze training became useless because some complications
arose and a Cesarean had to be performed. He was forced to stay outside in
the Waiting Room while Aunt Jane with Mom in the delivery room. He was
overjoyed the nurse announced that he now had a healthy baby brother, 9
pounds 7 ounces.  The nurse led him into the hospital room where his mother
laid dreamily in the bed holding the little baby. He kissed Mom on the
forehead and held his sleepy baby brother cautiously.
 
"Meet your new baby brother, Robert Joseph - Bobby." she announced proudly.
 
His mom unbuttoned the top few buttons her nightgown. Casually, she
reached in, and an enormous white breast capped with a glistening pink nipple
flopped out. 
 
"Uhhh, Mom. Do you want me to leave?" he said nervously.
 
He averted his eyes quickly, but he kept finding his eyes drawn back where he
would steal quick peeks of his mother's bare breast. He rarely saw his mother's
breasts except for quick glances when she would lean over in a low-cut
nightgown. He was actually shocked - and excited - at his mother's sudden
casual display of nudity in front of him.
 
"Don't be silly, Jack. I'm going to try to get Bobby to nurse." 
 
She took Bobby to her nipple. Booby's mouth was against the nipple but he
didn't suck. She lifted her heavy breast to position it better, and a thin
white liquid squirted in the air from the top of his mom's nipple.  Jack was
fascinated.
 
"I hope he's hungry - I've been uncomfortable lately since I started lactating."
Jack just nodded nervously and tried to look away. She tried to coax little
Bobby to nurse, but he just looked bewildered with his unfocused eyes. At one
point some of the drippings of Mom's milk got on Bobby's lips but he still
didn't get the hint.
 
"He's probably still tired. I try later."
 
She put Bobby back into the hospital bassinet where he immediately fell
asleep.
 
"The doctor says I should be ready to go home the day after tomorrow."  
She held Jack's hand warmly.
 
"Thanks, Jack, for all the help you've given me. I know that this hasn't been
the best of times for you."
 
"It hasn't been the best of times for you either Mom, but I'll always be there
for you, Mom." he said tenderly.
 
"Jack!" she was smiling mischievously, "you're staring at me!", Jack looked
away ashamed from his Mom's bare breast.  Mom pushed her exposed breast
safely back into the folds of her nightgown.
 
"Don't be embarrassed, Jack.", she said warmly as she unhurriedly re-buttoned
her nightgown. "I certainly know from personal experience about the
fascination of teen-aged boys with breasts", she laughed.
He was hot with embarrassment but his mother held his hand re-assuringly. 
 
"Breast feeding is the most natural thing in the world. Please don't be
embarrassed when I'm nursing Bobby, OK?"

"OK, Mom." He hung his head down. He crossed his legs slightly to hide his
erection, and prayed to God that she didn't see that!
 


Mother's Milk [TABOO VI] (2/4)
                By B. Traven
 
                **
 
 
She woke up, smiling when she saw him standing over her.
 
"Rough day, eh, Mom?"
 
She rubbed her eyes.
"Yeah. He didn't calm down until after you left this morning. I tried again to
get him to nurse but I had no luck." she said sadly.
 
He took Bobby from her and placed him in his cradle in the nursery. He
wrapped him tight in the knit blanket Aunt Jane had made.
Mom was still sitting in the chair when he returned, trying to shake the sleep
from her eyes. He noticed that her dress was still unbuttoned and his mother's
bare breast was still hanging out. He could see that it was heavy with milk.
Since he moved the baby he now noticed that the front of her dress was
soaked. She was lactating heavily.
 
She looked down at herself.
"God, I'm a mess." She lifted the front of her dress slightly, which opened the
unbuttoned portion of her dress further, exposing the white nursing bra
underneath. She lifted the breast that was exposed to close the cup flap of the
nursing bra, and her nipple shoot a white spray of warm milk that landed on
Jack's shirt.
 
"Oh, I'm sorry, Jack." She closed the flap on her nursing bra, securely tucking
away her breast.
 
"Uh, that's OK, Mom." He felt the warm wetness of her milk against his chest
as it soaked through his shirt. It was a not unpleasant sensation.
 
"Excuse me, Jack, while I clean up.", his mom said as she finally got up from
the chair.
 
"Sure, Mom." he left the room, closing the door behind him.
 
He checked on Bobby who was still fast asleep. Poor little guy must have
exhausted himself. He, then, put the groceries and was deciding what to fix for
dinner when his mother suddenly called for him from the bedroom.
 
He opened his Mom's bedroom door. He was surprised to see his mother half-
naked sitting on her bed. Her wet sun dress was laying crumbled in a ball on
the floor. His mother was dressed only in panties and nursing brassiere. The
flaps on each cup of the bra were open, exposing his mother's heavy, swollen
breasts. The nipples were bright red and engorged, and dripping with milk.
Her figure since the pregnancy was softly padded voluptuous curves instead of
the trim figure she had had previously. In spite of himself Jack grew
immediately hard with the cock throbbing almost painfully.
 
"Jack, the pump isn't working." She said desperately. She didn't appear to be
aware of her nakedness in front of him - or the effect it was having on him. 
 
The pump was an electric pump that she had rented from the hospital to pump
the milk from her breasts when they became painfully engorged.  Since
Mom couldn't get Booby to nurse, she had to use the pump every few hours to
relieve the pressure. He never actually saw her use it since she would always
use it in private with her door closed. Since his Mom had no problem exposing
her breasts in front of him to try and nurse Bobby, he suspected the real
reason for her modesty about the pump was that the pump represented her
failure to breast feed.
 
He looked over the pump. The electric connections at least visually seemed to
be good. He pressed lightly on a few mechanical pieces, but he saw no problem.
 
He flicked on the switch. Nothing happened.
 
He felt around the moist cup of the machine.
"Mom, maybe you have to ... stick it in to activate it." His mom lifted her
heavy breast and gently pushed her left breast inside in pump's cup.  Since his
hand was still touching the outside cup of the cup, looking for a microswitch
of some kind, his mom's breast rested lightly against his index finger. It felt
warm and full. He was too scared and too excited to move his hand, but she
said nothing. He flicked the switch with his other hand. Nothing. It seemed
like an electrical problem and he tugged slightly on the electric connections
again and flicked the switch one more time.
 Nothing.
 
"I can't get it, Mom. Maybe we can take it back to the hospital for another." 
 
"They're closed now, Jack. Their rental office is only open 9-5." She pulled
herself out of the pump, brushing against his index finger as she did. 
She started to cry.
 
"Jack, I'm a failure as a mother. You shouldn't have to take care of me."
 
"I want to, Mom." he interrupted.
 
"I can't even nurse my own baby. I can't do anything right." she sobbed.
 
"Dr. Powers ..." he tried to say.
 
"I know what Dr. Powers said, Jack, but I still feel like a failure. I even
have to use this damn machine to pump myself out, and even that's not working!"
 
"Mom, don't cry." He hugged her and felt his mom's bare breasts pressed
heavily against his chest. Immediately, he backed away.
 
"Jack, they hurt!" she said desperately cupping her breasts. 
 
"Maybe, we should call Dr. Powers's office, Mom."
 
She looked at him questioningly.
 
"What, Mom?"
 
"Jack... I nursed you when you were a baby. You didn't have any problems.
I nursed you until you were nine months old."
 
"Mom, what are you saying?"
 
"Jack, if you don't want to do this its OK, I'll understand." she looked at him
pleadingly. "Jack, would it be so wrong if I asked you to ... suck out my milk."

Suck out her milk? His heart was racing.
 
"Jack, you're still my son just like Bobby. Please nurse me."
His cock was painfully hard now and his mouth felt dry.
 
"Please, Jack. Do this for me."
 
"Uh, yeah, M-mom." he stuttered.
 
"How are we going to do ... do this?" he asked nervously.
 
She crawled up further on the bed and sat up with her back against the bed
frame. The was a fantasy of Jack's secret-most dreams. Settle down.
That's your mother there, he thought. She only wants you to do what the pump
is supposed to do. Nothing more.
 
"Come here, Baby." his mother said lovingly. 
 
He looked at his mom waiting for him on the bed on the looking like every
man's innermost fantasy. He didn't think of the nursing bra as something sexy
before  but now he realized that it could have been something out of
Frederick's of Hollywood.  It supported the heavy weight of his mother's
breasts, lifting them high as if putting them on display. With the cup flaps
open, exposing only the front of his mom's breasts, the bra actually
accentuated their nakedness.
 
Dreamily, he climbed up on the bed to his mother.  She pulled him to her. Her
nipple was bright red and glistened with the milk that was leaking out. She
held him by the back of the head, gently bringing him to her breast. A hard
nipple brushed against his lips and released more fluid. He opened his mouth
instinctively and took in the nipple. It tasted sweet from the milk. He reached
under and cupped the breast. It was heavy with milk.  He tentatively sucked,
and was surprised at the gush of milk that suddenly filled his mouth. His
mother's milk was like cow's milk except it was thinner and sweeter. He
savored the warm milk. The milk started to overflow his mouth and drip down
his chin onto his chest. He swallowed his mother's milk to stop to overflow,
and discovered that that action caused even more milk to flow from his
mother's teat. He sucked harder, drinking deep from the fluid of life. As he
drained more milk from mother's breast he could feel the swelling of her breast
slowly diminishing.  Her body started relaxing as he relieved the painful
pressure. While he sucked, the other nipple brushed against
the side of his face, causing milk to drip down his cheek.
 
"That's it, Jack. You're doing fine." She kissed the top of his head and ran
her fingers playfully through his hair.
 
He sucked hungrily at his mom's breast, and greedily swallowed the milk with
loud gulps. He held on tightly with both hands to the soft abundance of her
breast. Jack knew that this was all he ever needed. As he sucked at his
mother's tit he knew all other experiences in his life would pale compared to
this.  He could feel his mother's body start to stir with excitement.
She pressed his head firmly to his breast and started spreading her legs. 
 
"Oh, Jack." She started moaning. He continued to suck hard until the flow
drained to a tinkle. Without even thinking or looking his mouth found his
mother's other nipple. A fresh gush of milk filled his mouth. His mother's legs
were now wrapped around Jack's knee.
 
"Come on, Jack." she moaned softly. Jack's cock was throbbing. 
Unconsciously he started rubbing it against his mother's thigh through his
trousers. He found a rhythm, and continued to suck deeply at his mother's
nipple. Jack decided to test the nipple with his tongue as he sucked. When his
tongue lightly touched her nipple he felt the electricity go through his
mother's body. He played with the nipple as he continued to suck, and his
mother's body started quaking. He could feel her wetness even through her
panties and his trousers as his mom ground her crouch against his knee.
 
"Oh, baby..." she now moaned loudly.
 
Her breast was almost completely drained. Jack continued to suck the last of
the milk as he teased his nipple with his tongue.
 
"Oh ... oh ... oh!" His mother's body was jack-knifing now as she moaned.
 
Jack felt faint as he ejaculated in violent spasms in his pants.
They both laid there silently. Jack's lips where still on his mother's breast
but he had stopped sucking.
 
"Jack?" He was almost asleep. "Jack?"
 
"Uh." He laid there almost catatonic against the warmth of his mother's body.
 
"Jack, I think its time we got up." she said in a soft voice.  Jack forced
himself to sit up. He looked at his mom and felt embarrassed and guilty.
But she only smiled back sweetly at him.  Her mother's breasts were wet with
milk as was the rest of her front.  He was a mess himself, with milk on his
mouth and dripping down his chin to his shirt, which was completely soaked
through with his mother's milk.
 
"Thanks, Sweetie. I don't know what I would do without you." He felt his
mother's breasts brush against him as she kissed him on the cheek.
Jack was dazed. His head felt like it was full of cotton. Had this just taken
place?  He felt like he was dreaming. Did his mother really come? He didn't
have enough experience to judge such things.  He had certainly come. He felt
the wetness at his groin. Did she know?
 
"Jack, can you give me some privacy while I clean up?"
 
"Uh, sure, Mom." said slowly. He lifted himself awkwardly off the bed.
 
"And clean yourself, too". He looked back at his mother still sitting half-
naked on the bed. She gave him a wink, which made tingles travel down his
spine.
 
He closed his mother's door behind him; and now felt very alone and
confused.
 
Jack checked on Bobby who still sound asleep.
He fixed some hamburgers and tried to keep himself busy so he did not have
to think about what had just taken place. Had it really happened? 
The bedroom door creaked open. His mom emerged dressed in a frilly white robe.
 
"Uh, hi Mom.", he said nervously.
 
"Ouch!" He burned his hand on the stove.
 
His mother ran to him.
"Are you all right, Jack?" She held his hand and gave it a kiss.
 
"Yeah, I'm OK, Mom."
 
"Jack, are you bothered by what we just did?" she asked seriously.
 
"Uh, I don't know, Mom." He was unsure what to say.
She held each of his hands, and looked him lovingly in the eyes.
 
"Jack, you did me a favor. I was suffering because the pump wasn't working."
She held him by the shoulders.
 
"You - we - didn't do anything wrong in there, Jack. You're my son just like
Bobby is. Because you're older doesn't mean that its wrong for you but right
for him."
He nodded quickly.
 
"Look - I know you probably enjoyed it. I told you I knew about teen-aged
boys and their fixations." She smiled slyly.
 
"And I'll confess that I enjoyed it, too. It's the way a woman's anatomy is
designed so that breast feeding encourages bonding."
 
"Jack, you helped me out when I desperately needed it. And the fact that we
happened to both enjoy it doesn't mean it's something to be ashamed of."
She gave his a motherly kiss on the forehead. He did feel better.
 
"Besides, we're going to have to do this later tonight when I fill up again." 
Despite himself he grew immediately hard.
 
"We have something to look forward to later." his mom added with a hint of
seduction.
 
They ate dinner together saying little. Afterwards, Bobby woke up. The long
sleep must have done him good because he was more pleasant than he
normally was just waking from a nap. He was scheduled to work tonight from
8-10, so he kissed his mom and Bobby good-bye and drove off. At work he
couldn't keep his mind off of his mother.  He kept looking at his watch as he
bagged groceries.
 
When work was over he left immediately rather than stopping to chat with
Sara Jo or some of his buddies. A couple of times he had to slow down after
he glanced down at the speedometer and realized how fast he was driving.
When he finally got home it was dark except for his mother's bedroom.  He
walked over to his mother's open doorway. She was sitting on the side of her
bed wearing the same frilly robe. The bed was now made with the covers
turned neatly down. 
 
She smiled at him. He smiled back nervously.
 
"I've been waiting for you, Jack. I'm getting sore."
She stood up and removed the robe. She let it drop to the floor. Jack was
startled. Instead of the nursing bra and the plain white panties from Sears,
his mom was wearing only a fancy pair of panties. The panties had the French
cut with the leg of the panties sexily rising up her hip. He did not even
remember seeing these panties in his secret excursions into his mother's
lingerie drawer. His mom's breast were large and swollen, but still hung high
by themselves. The nipples were engorged and pink, and glistened with the
wetness of her milk. He stood there in awe at his mother's nakedness.
 
"Oh ... Mom." He heard his voice saying. He immediately felt embarrassed and
had to look away.
 
Seeing his embarrassment, his mother smiled.
 
"Don't be embarrassed, Jack. Come to your mother." She took his hand and
led Jack to her bed. She sat up against the headboard as before and spread her
legs slightly. She pulled Jack to her and Jack immediately began to suck. It
was better this time. He knew what to do as he steadily drained his mother's
boob. He felt his mother's body relax against him as he removed the pressure
in her breast. He drank deep from her warm, sweet milk. With his tongue he
started teasing the tip of her nipple, and as before his mother's body starting
stirring under him. She wiggled against him while he sucked and played with
his mom's nipple.
 
When the breast was drained he automatically switched to the other. A gush of
warm milk shot into his mouth as soon as his mouth clamped onto the
nipple. He could feel the excitement starting to build in himself and his mom.
They pressed their bodies against each other. In their squirming they
unconsciously - or was it deliberate - re-positioned themselves until their
hips were pressed tightly together. Jack's throbbing erection was pressed
against his mother's crotch through the layers of his trousers and her panties.
Jack finally drained the second breast but kept sucking hungrily at his mom's
breast. She didn't seem to mind, though, because they were now pushing
rhythmically against each other.
 
Caught up in the fever of the excitement, Jack cautiously reached down under
him to the waistband of his mother's panties. His mother quickly grabbed his
hand and pulled it away. Scared he had gone too far with his mother, Jack
started pulling away from his mom, but she pushed him back onto her. She was
setting her limits just like Sara Jo did. He sucked his mother harder now
and let his teeth scrape very lightly against his mom's nipple.
 
"Oh, Jack - Jack - Jack ..." His mother's hips jerked against him. His mother's
excitement caused his dam to finally burst. He bucked rhythmically against his
mother and came in a shuddering climax.
 
"Mommm...." he heard himself moan.
 
They laid still for a few minutes not saying a word. He felt the warmth of his
mother's body against him. Unlike last time there was not mistaking what each
of them had felt this time. Jack had never seen a woman orgasm but now had
no doubt that this is what his mother had felt. He thought it pretty obvious to
his mother that he had came too. Another thing was different, too; this time
Jack did not feel the shame he had felt before.  He still felt somewhat unsure
but he knew that this second time he and his mother had known what they
were doing. The first time could have been accidental, but there was no
mistaking their intend this time.
 
"You OK, Jack?" He rolled off his mother.
 
"Yeah, Mom, I'm OK."
 
"It was good wasn't it, Jack?"
 
"Uh, Mom, ..."
 
She looked at him and smiled. 
"It's OK to say you liked it, Jack. We didn't do anything wrong." his mother
said in a clear voice.
 
"Yeah, Mom, ... I liked it. I liked it a lot." he beamed. He did feel better.
 
He didn't want to leave but his mom told him it was time for both of them to
get ready for bed - in own separate beds. Jack stripped, cleaned himself up and
put his pajamas on. He heard his Mom getting Bobby his bottle.  Jack said
goodnight to his mother, and gave her a kiss on the lips that lingered for
just a while longer than a kiss that a son gives his mother.
 
Jack laid in bed in the dark. He masturbated earnestly. Instead of Sara Jo or
some Playmate, Jack was now openly fantasizing about his mother. He came,
pumping more semen than he had thought was still left in him. He fell in a
sound sleep soon after.


Mother's Milk [TABOO VI] (3/4)
                By B. Traven
 
 
Jack slept restlessly, tossing and turning. A kiss. Another kiss.
He opened his eyes and saw his mother peering out of the darkness.
He realized that his cock was hard and sticking out of his pajama pants.  He
quickly put himself back in, hoping Mom didn't see. Although, did it matter
any more?
 
"Jack, its time again." she said very somberly for something that was exciting
to both of them. He sat up and held his head.
 
"Uh, OK, Mom." he said groggily. He looked at his digital clock and saw it was
3:15am. She stood there a minute silently.
 
"In my bedroom, Jack." she finally said.
 
He followed his mother into the bedroom. The room was dark.  She opened
her robe. He could see the outline of his mother's nakedness. Was she still
wearing the panties? He smelled the earthy dairy smell coming from her milk.
She climbed up on the bed and Jack followed.
 
He went to his mother's breast and suckled. Efficiently, he drained away the
pressure and felt his mother's body start to relax against him. He teased her
nipple, biting it lightly while he continued to nurse from his mother.
Instinctively, his mother opened her legs further and started squirming her
ass.
 
He pushed himself up against his mom's body. His cock slipped out again
from his pajamas and pressed against the coolness of his mother's panty.
He was prepared to move but his mother showed no resistance. With both hands
he squeezed his mother's tit and engulfed the stream of warm milk that shot
into his mouth. They were both excited now as he started dry-humping his mom. 
 
"Jack!" she blurted out loudly. But she must have shouted his name out of
excitement rather than concern that things were going too far because she
made no move to stop him. He drained his mother's tit and immediately went
for the other one. He clamped onto the nipple and drunk down the stream of
milk. His cock, having a life of its own, pressed at his mom's inner thigh and
tried to gain entrance to the dark mysteries underneath the panties by snaking
its way under the leg band. He pressed and pressed by he couldn't get in!
 
Emboldened by his mother's writhing he very cautious reached down to the
leg band where his cock was probing. Slowly, he pulled at the elastic. He was
prepared to quickly withdraw his hand if his mother showed the least
resistance, but she continued squirming against him as if she didn't notice. He
pushed his cock into his mother's panty. The elastic pulled tight against his
cock, but it was not an unpleasant sensation. The tip of his cock found the
entrance to his mother's pussy. It was definitely wet, and emanated a warm
from within.
 
He paused for a moment not sure he really wanted to go through
with this step. Did he really want to do this? Was he prepared for this?
He bit at her nipple while continuing to suck his mother's milk. She was
moaning now and wrapped her legs around him. He wasn't sure if this was to
encourage him, or whether his mother in her excitement was really oblivious
to what he was doing. Jack could not see how he could turn back at this point.
He was feverish, and felt beads of perspiration on his forehead. This wasn't
just his doing, or was it? He was so confused, but he knew he had to do it.
He could not go on with his life not knowing, not plunging into the mysteries
of his mother after having come this far.
 
Jack pushed slightly, and felt himself slid into his mother's pussy like butter.
It was so easy, and, yet, this was an act that would forever change his
relationship with his mother. Everything they had done previously
was, by and large, innocent. She needed him to suck her milk to relieve her
discomfort. If they both derived pleasure from it, there was no shame. Despite
the heated play, they were still acting as mother and son. Now with his single
act they had crossed the line from mother and son to - lovers. He could not
undo what had been done, but he was not sure he wanted to undo it.
 
They both paused for a minute. Now fully aware of what had been done - and
what could not be undone. His mother, then, reached behind him and grabbed his
buttocks. She pulled him to her, making him slid all the way inside of her.
The feeling was indescribable.  It was like a tight, wet, warm velvet glove
was lovingly grabbing his cock.
 
"Oh, Jack. Oh, my baby."
 
Mom's last breast was now almost drained. Jack and his mother started slowly
fucking while Jack continued to suckle the last of her milk. He pushed his
pelvis; and his cock slid effortlessly the rest of the way into his mother's
warmth. His origin. His source.  It felt like heaven. I should have felt dirty
and perverted, but it felt so natural and wonderful to make love with this
beautiful woman who gave him birth.
 
Tentatively he pulled out slightly and pushed back. The friction send fire into
his loins. He knew his mother felt the same because he felt her return his
thrusts by arching her hips. Was this fucking?  In Jack's private readings on
the subject he had heard of many dysfunctions and problems regarding sex. He
had thought it hopelessly complicated, but nothing could seem as natural to
Jack, then, than fucking his mother.
 
"Jack..." his mom moaned. Jack knew that she was close. 
 
Jack lifted his body up a bit and kissed his mother. He could feel her bare
breasts pressing his chest. Milk still leaking from them was soaking his pajama
shirt. His mother returned his kiss, and soon his tongue snaked its way into her
mouth. Mother and son embraced and kissed deeply while their hips banged
together.
 
Tension built in his loins, and Jack fought for control against his own body.
His mother pinched his buttocks tight as she forcefully pulled him to her.
 
"Mom!" he tried to shout in warning. But it was too late. He came in a violent
eruption, ejaculated in waves into his mother. 
 
"Oh, Jack..." His mother wrapped her legs around him, and pushed her hips
back and forth against him.
 
"Jack ..." Her cry softening into a whimper.
 
Jack could feel his mother's body relax against him. He tried to climb off his
mother but she pulled him back to her. They were both silent. Jack could feel
his mother's heartbeat against him slowly climb back to normal.
Eventually, he rolled off his mother and laid next to her. Both exhausted, they
both fell asleep holding one another.
 
The next morning the sun woke Jack up. He was immediately disoriented.  He
looked around and saw he was in his mother's room. He looked over and saw
his mother naked sleeping next to him. Panic set in. What had he done? What
should he do?
 
Jack laid there next to his mother staring at the ceiling. He discovered that
he too was naked - he must have removed and kicked off the rest of his pajamas
during the night. He felt his mother stirring. She opened her eyes groggily
and also looked disoriented. She met his eyes, and Jack looked away guiltily.
 
"Morning, Jack." she said in a flat voice.
 
"Morning, Mom." Jack muttered in reply. 
 
"Mom, ... I'm sor.." she pressed her finger to his lips.
 
"Don't be sorry, Jack. I should have known it was going to come to this. It just
.. felt so good. And its been too long for me, Baby."
She stroked his cheek tenderly.
 
"It was good, Jack. Better than I would have thought. But we can't let this
happen again. It's wrong. You've done so much for me, and now I feel I've
taken advantage of you."
 
"M-mom, you didn't ..." he started to stutter.
 
She cut him off.
"Jack, let's never discuss this again, please?" she said firmly.
Jack nodded in agreement.
 
"Now, Jack could you please give me some privacy while I get dressed?"
 
Jack got out of bed, and quickly grabbing his pajamas that were in crumbled
ball next to his mothers panties. When had she taken them off?  Embarrassed,
Jack clutched the pajamas to his groin, and quickly left his mother's bedroom.
He closed the door behind him and put on his pajamas.
 
His mother, dressed in a loose white dress, came to the kitchen table carrying
Bobby. They ate breakfast together mostly silent. He tried to busy himself
reading the paper while his Mom held the bottle for Bobby while at the same
time ate her breakfast.
 
Jack looked at the clock.
 
"Mom, I'd better - I'll be late for school." He tried to look away as
he gave his mom a quick peck on the cheek. As he was almost out the door,
his mother said,
 
"Jack, you're coming home at lunch time, right?"
He looked back at his mother puzzled.
 
"You have to ...", she cupped his breast, "you know."
Jack didn't know what to say.
 
"Ah, sure Mom."
 
His mom gave him a sly look.
"... unless you want to get another pump from the hospital." she added.
"M-momm, I-I won't have time to stop - I'm running late." Jack stammered.
She looked back at Jack and smiled.
 
"OK, you can pick up it when you want - but I'll need you."
 
"Yeah, Mom, sure."
 
In a whisper she added,
"But like yesterday, Jack - not like last night."
 
"Yeah ... sure."
 
Jack was so confused that he muttered a good-bye to his mother and hurried
out the door. In school Jack was listless, and had trouble concentrating.  He
got the results back on his Chemistry exam and found gotten an "A". At least
some things in his life where going all right. Sara Jo tried to make eye
contact with him during class but Jack just returned her a forced smile and
looked away. Jack kept looking at his watch nervously.
 
Jack rushed out the door as soon as the noon bell rang. He found himself
speeding again, and had to make a conscious effort to slow down. Jack was
going home for his - noon feeding? 
 
His mom was in the bedroom sitting on the bed waiting for him. As before she
had the nursing bra on with the flaps pulled back to expose her swollen
breasts.  Unlike before, though, his mother wore no panties. She was
nude - bare except for the nursing bra that only emphasized rather than
concealed her nudity. She laid there inviting before him. With his eyes Jack
traced the outline of his mother's smooth legs up to her soft blond
fuzz of public hair.
 
She looked at Jack somewhat sheepishly and seductively at the same time.
"Surprised, Jack?" she looked at him.
 
"Jack, I don't know if what we did together was right or not, but I know I don't
want it to end." His mother sat up more on the bed which caused her breasts
to juggle delightfully.
 
"I've been getting all worked up this morning just thinking about, Jack.  God
help me, but I know I don't want what we had together to stop.". Tears were
welling in her eyes now.
 
"My life has been such a mess, and now I've made a mess of yours."

"No, Mom!" He protested.
 
"I wonder if its so wrong to be intimate with my own son. It should be wrong,
but it feels so good - and not just the physical kind of good."
She looked at him with pleading eyes.
 
"Jack, if you don't want to - I'll understand - but please don't think badly of
your mother."
 
Jack's cock was throbbing so badly he was afraid he was going to come in his
pants just standing there. Without saying a word he stripped in front of his
mother. He surprised himself by not feeling any embarrassment. He threw his
clothes on the floor and joined his mother on the bed.
 
He grabbed his mother's tit with both hands, firmly and almost roughly, and
his mother's milk poured into his mouth, and he drank deeply.
 
"Oh, Jack.", she moaned as he relieved the pressure from her breast. Jack
heard himself making loud slurping sounds as he hungrily sucked at his
mother's breast.  Jack almost jumped out his skin as he felt his mother's cool
hand at his cock. She tenderly and expertly stroked it just like he would have
done it for himself.  He almost felt himself climaxing, but his mother backed
away just in time, leaving his cock quivering with excitement and frustration.
She guided him to the source of her warmth between her legs. His cock slid into
his mother effortlessly. She was hot and wet.
 
"Ooh, Mom." he moaned with sheer pleasure.
 
As he suckled he let his teeth scrap lightly against his mom's nipple.  She
bucked her hips against him, pushing him further into his mother's pussy. Jack
reached under his mom and felt his mother's rounded buttocks.
 
"Come on, Jack, *fuck* me." his mother said in a strained whisper.  He was a
little shocked and also not a little turned on by his mother's use of profanity.
Jack drove his hips into his mother as he bit gently into her nipple. His mother
returned his thrusts and soon their bodies were moving in a heated rhythm by
themselves.
 
"Fuck your mother." she moaned. Jack switched breasts and felt a fresh spray
of warm milk in his mouth.
 
"Mom ... Mom ... Mom." he heard himself moaning involuntarily.  Their hips
bucked wildly against each other as mother and son came together in a
shuddering, cathartic orgasm.
 
"God, that was good, Jack." his mother smiled. "That was so good and I don't
feel the least bit guilty, do you?"
 
Jack shook his head and couldn't help but smile back. It was true. He didn't
feel guilty or ashamed. He actually felt a genuine love and closeness to his
mother that he never had dreamt of. There was absolutely nothing wrong with
making love to this beautiful and lovely lady who gave him birth.
 
"I love you, Mom." He heard his voice crack as he hugged his mother tightly.
 
"I love you, too, Jack." They embraced and he could actually feel himself
stirring again.
 
"Oh, Jack, I wish we could do it once more, but you've got to get back to
school."
His cock was erect again. 
 
"I could call in sick ..."
 
"No, Jack, we can't let this part of us displace other things in our life.
Besides, we've got tonight to look forward to." she said playfully as she ran
her hands through his hair.
 
He looked down at his mother without doleful eyes.
 
"Tonight." she reminded him.
 
In school Jack was distracted. 
I actually fucked my mother, he thought with a mixture of excitement -
and shame. He realized that this was a fulfillment of a sexual fantasy
he had long suppressed. He didn't know what this meant for him and Mom but
he knew he didn't want it to end.
 
"... Jack Baker?" Jack was startled from his reverie. He realized with alarm
that Mr. Humbert his geometry teacher, was addressing him.
 
"Huh, could you repeat the question, Sir?" He replied awkwardly.
 
The class roared with laughter, and Jack just wanted to crawl under the
desk.
 
"Sorry to disturb your sleep, Mr. Baker." Humbert said sarcastically.
"Now, class who knows the answer?" Hands all around Jack were
immediately raised in response.
 
Finally, the 3:00 bell rang and Jack quickly darted out the door. He
raced to the exit but was stopped before he could reach the door.
 
"Why are you avoiding me, Jack?" said Sara Jo, giving him a hurt look.
 
"I'm not avoiding you." Jack tried to reply in reassuring voice.
 
"Well, it certainly seems that way, Jack Baker."
 
She looked him in the eye.
"Is there some else, Jack?" 
 
"No, Sara Jo, God no. I've been busy. With my mother. I'm trying to
help her out around the house. She has her hands full with the new
baby."
 
"Of course, Jack, I feel so foolish. How is your mom doing, anyway?"
 
"Well, she's doing just much better. I'm just trying to help out where
I can." he said in voice that sounded to him a little too nervous.
 
"If there's anything I can do to help please let me know, Jack" she said
sympathetically. 
 
"Thanks, Sara Jo. Look, I've got to run. We'll talk later, OK."



                Mother's Milk [TABOO VI] (4/4)
                By B. Traven
 
 
Her bedroom was dark. For a moment Jack thought she wasn't home and
panicked. But when he peeked into his mom's bedroom he saw that she
was waiting for him. The soft flickering light from many candles 
outlined his mother's nudity and she laid across the bed smiling
up at him. They made love slowly in the candlelight. He started to
learn how to sense responses in his mother's body and pace himself
accordingly. Jack and his mother took their time exploring each
other bodies. They slowly built up their passion as they fucked until
they came together in a warm embrace.
 
Later that night they changed tactics and teased each other mercilessly 
as they fucked each other hard, almost rough; and came together in a
violent orgasm. Throughout the night they took turns waking up one another
and fucking. In the morning they were exhausted and sweaty, and the bedsheet
was full of come stains and milk. Jack woke up groggily with a raging
hard-on brushing against the crack of his mother's bare ass. His mother,
feeling him stirring against her, awakened; and they proceeded to fuck
in the morning light. 
 
A few days later Jack moved into his mother's bedroom.
Since he spent most of his time there anyway, it made perfect sense to
both of them.  Jack and his mother could not keep their hands off one
another. They fucked every four hours during Jack's 'feedings', and
would often find time in between. They tried everything together; and were
constantly finding new ways to tease and excite each other. She introduced
him to oral sex; and Jack went wild as soon as his mother took his
cock into her mouth. Mom sucked him and teased his cock with her tongue
until he shot his load into her mouth in a screaming orgasm. Jack also tried
oral sex on his mom which he did not particularly enjoy himself but
he did get off on how excited his mother became as she locked her legs
around his head and bucked her hips wildly.
 
Jack and his mom enjoyed when he lovingly applied lotion to her body to
avoid scars from stretch marks. He would spend hours lovingly rubbing in
the creamy lotion into her swollen breasts, rounded hips and buttocks. 
They would always end up fucking during these sessions. One time his
mother greased up his cock with liberal amounts of the lotion, and got
down on all fours so he could fuck her ass. Jack had heard about anal
sex and always considered it somewhat perverted. But he was not
prepared for the exquisite pleasure of his mother's tight ass as he
pushed his cock past his mother's sphincter and deep into her rectum.
He fucked slowly at first because he was concerned about any pain he
might be causing his mother, but she edged him on with breathy
obscenities which caused him to start fucking his mother's ass harder.
He finally came in an intense orgasm in which he pumped his mother's ass
with his semen. After that first time, anal sex became one of their
favorites. He knew it caused her some discomfort but strangely enough to
Jack the small amount of pain that accompanied the pleasure seemed to be
part of the excitement for both of them.
 
His mother enjoyed teasing him. Knowing his fascination with her underwear,
she would dress up in lingerie and strut around provocatively until Jack
grabbed her and threw her on the bed. Since his mother's breasts were now
two cups sizes larger, her cleavage would overfill many of her old
brassieres - which of course enhanced the effect for Jack.

His mother would pick out entire outfits with a dress, jewelry, stockings,
high heels and lingerie, and do a slow strip tease in front of him.
She would dress topless, bottomless - anything to drive him wild.
After finding out Jack's fascination with garterbelts, she went shopping one
morning and met him at the door when he came home from school wearing nothing
but silver earrings, a black garterbelt, seamed dark sheer stockings,
5" spike heels - and a wicked smile.
They didn't even make it to the bed that time as they fucked with abandon
on the living room floor.
 
                **

Not unsurprising breastplay was a regular part of their sexual repertoire.
They would frequently fuck with Jack laying down and with his mother sitting
on him with her pendulous breasts hanging over him. In this position they
could comfortably fuck while Jack sucked his mother's swollen tits. He
would usually end soaking in his mom's milk as his mother rode him to
a blissful orgasm. When Jack and his mother discovered the delights of
anal sex, they found they could use the same position. Jack would stick
his cock up his mother's tight ass while he sucked milk from her breasts.
She liked the control that this position gave her as they butt fucked; and
Jack thought this gave him the best -or was it breast- of both worlds.
 
One day after Jack and his mother were going at it hot and heavy on the
bed, his mother suggested something new.
 
"Sure, Mom." Jack said eagerly. He was always willing to try something new.
 
She laid on her side, which caused both of her heavy breasts to flop together.
 
"Jack, lay on your side facing me, and slide up a little, Baby."
 
She took his engorged cock and inserted in between her breasts.
 
"Mmmm, I like this, Mom." he said as he revelled in the feel of her
smooth, warm breastflesh against his cock.
 
"Now, just fuck Mom's tits, Honey" she said in a Mae West imitation.
 
Jack needed no further instruction and started fucking his mom's
cleavage. This was true delight. Warm milk started leaking from her
nipples and run down his cock. 
 
"God, Mom." He squeezed both of her breasts together tightly around
his cock. Milk started squirting in the air and on his abdomen.
 
She was squirming now. Jack knew his mother could orgasm just from
heavy breast play. With both hands he kneaded her breasts and
fucked her cleavage. Her breasts were heavy and full and possessed an
inner warmth that radiated into his cock. His mom's breasts were slick
with her milk which provided the needed lubrication as he fucked her tits.
Jack didn't survive this ecstasy for long because he soon came to orgasm.
Alarmed suddenly, he tried to move himself away from his mom; but he
discovered too late as he shoot wave after wave of white jism into his
mother's face.
 
Jack sat up suddenly and looked at his mother concerned. Big wads of his
semen hung from his mother's left cheek and chin.
 
"Sorry, Mom, I got kinda carried away."
 
"Don't be silly, Jack." She gave him a smile that warmed his heart.
 
"It's supposed to be good for the skin." she said as she rubbed the mess
into her face. She saw his horrified reaction and smiled.
 
"It's OK, Jack." she said reassuringly.
 
                **
 
His mother was washing dishes as he entered the kitchen. 
 
"Hi, Babe." she said with turning around.
 
Without saying a word he reached around his mother and cupped her breasts
through her dress. He reached into the front of his mother's dress
and slipped his hand into the top of of her brassiere, feeling the
warmth of her bare breast inside. 
 
"Mmmm. Let's go in the bedroom, Jack."
 
"No. I've got a better idea, Mom" 
 
With the other hand he lifted the back of his mother's dress to her
waist. He pinched his mother's nipple and felt her warm milk drop down
his fingers while he yanked down his mother's panties over the swell
of her ass.
 
"Oooh, Jack.", his mother moaned.
 
Jack took the plastic bottle of dishwashing detergent from the counter
and squirted a big glob of the green liquid onto his palm.  He
unzipped himself and spread the goo onto his erect cock. He transferred
the remainder of the glob onto his index finger, and, then, rubbed it
into the crack of his mom's ass. 
 
His mother squirmed.
"Brrr, its cold, Jack."
 
"I'll warm it up for you, Mom." His finger found his mother's anus. He
poked it into his mother's ass and spread the goo with a circular motion.
Used to anal play now, she relaxed her sphincter and spread her legs
at his intrusion.
 
"Jack, do it. Fuck your mother's ass." she said in growing excitement.
 
Jack placed his cock against his mother's asshole. He pushed and slid 
with little resistance into her ass.
 
He kissed the back of her neck as he pushed into his mother's butt.
 
"Oh, Mom." he heard himself moan.
 
He bit her earlobe lightly as he started fucking her ass.
 
"Motherfucker." she goaded. She knew calling him a motherfucker always
excited him.
 
"You love it, Mom." He was thrusting harder now. His mother was
bucking her ass back against him in sync with him. He knew they
were both close now.
 
"Oh...oh...oh!" he grunted as he came in his mother's ass. He
felt his mother's body tighten and relax under his embrace. 
 
They both collapsed to the cold kitchen floor and held each other tenderly.
 
                **
 
Their lives were changed, forever changed, by their new relationship.
They were still mother and son but so much more. They were lovers and
best friends and confidants. The intensity of their sexual relationship
scared them at first. Was all there always this sexual tension between a
mother and son that is normally suppressed, only to be unsatisfactorily
fulfilled in proxy sexual relationships? Maybe this sheer intensity of
the sex between a mother and son is the real origin of the incest taboo.

It was an obsession; a sexual addiction that could easily threatened to
displace everything else in their lives. Jack and his mother knew they
had to control the flames of their passions to keep it from consuming
their lives. They still fucked like rabbits around the clock;
but his mother was always careful to make sure that the mundane matters of
everyday life were still attended to. Jack not only kept up at school
but actually starting excelling. Jack knew at the end of each day his
mother would waiting for him - usually with some new sexual kink that
would drive them to new sexual heights as they fucked through the night.
 
                **
 
His mom insisted that he keep up relationships with other girls. She
reminded him that he would grow tired of her when she was old and gray.
He vehemently protested, but she told him it would be healthier for him
anyway to maintain other relationships. Grudgingly, he agreed and called up
Sara Jo. Sara Jo was happy to hear from him, and they chatted amicably.
They finally agreed on a dinner date for Saturday evening.
 
Sara Jo was eager to resume their relationship. Jack was surprised to
find that he had actually missed her. His yet-unfullfilled relationship
with Sara Jo could never compete with the depth of his emotional and
sexual relationship with his mother, but there was no reason why they
had to compete at all. The innocence of his relationship with Sara Jo
was simply in a different category with the overwhelming intensity  of
the one with his mother. Perhaps there was room for both relationships
in his life. His mother, as usual, was right.
 
Later that evening he drove Sara Jo to a secluded spot on a hill 
overlooking the lights of the city. They kissed for a while and soon
progressed into heavy petting. He smoothly slipped his hand into her
blouse and into the top of her bra. Her breasts, although large by the
standards of most highschool girls - and boys- were much smaller that his
mother's and lacked the heavy plumpness he was accustomed to. Still they
were warm and soft and had a certain perkiness that added to their charm.
He reached for the snap of her brassiere, but as always before Sara Jo
reached out in alarm to stop him. This time, instead of pulling away,
Jack kissed her deeply while lightly caressing her nipple with his
hand that was still in her bra. He moved to her earlobe and bit it gently
while he pinched her nipple between his fingers. He sensed when the
resistance left her body. Looking at her directly in the eye he casually
reached behind her and unsnapped Sara Jo's bra. She sat there transfixed
as he slowly unbuttoned the remainder of her blouse, leaving Sara Jo
topless. He studied her body while Sara Jo looked away in embarrassment.
She was overwhelmed by the sudden confidence Jack was displaying. This
confidence came easily to Jack now after a month of fucking his mother
day and night. He now knew a woman's body almost as well as his own. He
knew what subtle responses in a woman to look for that revealed resistance -
or surrender. Sara Jo was no match for him.
 
Sara Jo's breasts, although lacking the voluptuousness of those of his
mother, were sexy in their own fashion. Like her face, Sara Jo's breasts
were sprinkled with light brown freckles. Her nipples were a much lighter
pink than his mother's, and her areolas were more distinctly rounded. 
Judging from his mother and his own private studies of Playboy, Jack had
come to the conclusion that the areolas of very large breasts tended to
be somewhat distorted, maybe due to the stretching of the skin. Sara Jo
sitting before him naked from the waist up was pretty and genuinely sexy
in a way that different from the way his mother was sexy. He kissed Sara
Jo gently and helped removing the remainder of her clothes. They made
love tenderly in the back seat of his car. He enjoyed teaching her and
guiding her as they slowly fucked. With his mother he was the student -
and probably always would be - but with Sara Jo he could be the teacher.
 
After they came they held each other silently for a few moments.
 
"Jack, I've never seen you like this. You see, so different, so much more
grownup." she whispered. She thought for a moment and, then, said
in a voice that revealed a crack,
"You haven't been with any other girls, have you Jack?"
 
"Just my mother."  He grinned. He laughed to himself at his private joke.
 
"I was afraid there was someone else, Jack." she said in a relieved voice.
 
"No, Sweetie." He kissed her on the forehead.
 
 
                **
 
Jack came home after dropping off Sara Jo.
His mother was waiting for him wearing the short babydoll nightgown that
he had been so infatuated with lately. Her huge breasts protruded through
red transparent material. He could see that she was not wearing the matching
panties that came with the outfit.

"Well, how was it?"
 
"It was nice, Mom." he said in a guarded voice.

"Did you fuck her?" He winced slightly at his mother's coarseness. He and
his mother were of course accustomed to using profanity in the heat of
their passion. But it sounded somewhat course and rude to Jack's ear 
to use that term in reference to Sara Jo. Jack realized his thought
was somewhat silly, though, because he and Sara Jo had certainly fucked.
 
"Yeah, Mom, but I don't really want to talk about it." He started
removing his clothes.
 
"Was she as good as me?", his mother teased. She got up all fours with
her back to him. Her big bare ass hung out obscenely from the bottom of
the short nightgown.
 
"No one is as good as you, Mom." he said as he climbed up on the bed
and mounted his mother. She had already pre-lubricated her ass with KY
jelly, and his cock slid into his mother's rectum with little resistance.
He reached under his mom and grabbed her full breasts. Milk immediately
leaked into his palms.
His little adventure with Sara Jo excited them both, and they rutted
like dogs. His mother was a bitch in heat who pleaded with him to fuck
her ass harder with a string of heated profanities. They moaned harshly
in unison with each stroke until they came together in a screaming climax.
 
They held each other close and kissed fondly with genuine affection. 
 
"No one could ever replace you, Mom." he said as he absent-minded played
with his mother's breasts.
 
 
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        * From the desk of *
         * B. Traven        *
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