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From: Scorpio00155 <scorpio00155@my-deja.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Story - Best Bitch In Town (M/F, inc, son-mom)
Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2000 22:10:07 -0500
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Best Bitch In Town
by Scorpio00155

It is every man's dream to meet an uninhibited, gorgeously attractive
woman who is so hot you need gloves to handle her, a woman that would
do anything to satisfy her man from simple sex to getting screwed by
every male in Wembley stadium on cup final day. Very few manage to meet
this dream woman, but I did, I was sixteen and she was thirty-six, she
was everything a man could wish for, gorgeous beyond belief with a body
to die for and a face that made the infamous Helen of Troy seem like an
ugly old hag, bright, witty, intelligent with a great sense of humour
and so randy that you needed to take vitamins every hour on the hour
just to keep up with her. This woman took my virginity and went on to
make my life absolute bliss, there were two very minor drawbacks in all
this, first, she was blind, but this didn't really matter at all and
second, she was my mother.

It all started when my father decided to bugger off to pastures new,
I'd just turned sixteen and all my life I had thought that my parents
were happy together, mum had been blind when dad had married her so I
knew that this wasn't the reason for his departure. I also knew that my
parents had a good and plentiful sex life, unlike most kids I was aware
of sex from an early age, I had to be, I kept tripping over them having
it away in some of the oddest places you could think of, so I didn't
even think of that being the problem. Of course being aware of sex at
an early age also meant that I grew interested in girls earlier than
most as well, but my luck in this respect was definitely all bad, mind
you I never lost an opportunity to watch my mother padding around the
house in the nude and some of the clothes she wore left little if not
nothing to the imagination. Of course one side effect of ogling my
mother was a permanent erection and I very quickly puzzled out wanking,
I don't think a day went by when I didn't send up a prayer of thanks
that my mother couldn't see the boners I got from watching her. Unable
to figure out why dad had left I asked my mother, she smiled sadly
before answering.

"It's all my fault," mum sighed, "your father finally got fed up of my
demands and, well, other things."

"Demands?" I mused "Other things? What do you mean mum?"

"He called me a nymphomaniac," mum grinned "the other things were
mainly me flaunting my body, or so he said anyway, but I can't help
wanting to feel sexy."

The penny dropped and I quickly reviewed the past few years in my mind,
to me there seemed nothing out of the ordinary about them. As far as
sex was concerned mum had enjoyed a daily portion, hell I had wanked
more times a day than that, I couldn't see what the problem was. As
for 'flaunting' herself my mother dressed to please herself not anyone
else, well not unless it was in play. Had she been able to see the
effect she had on the men she came in contact with I think mum might
have really flaunted herself, but then I liked seeing my mother in the
barest minimum so I would be the last to complain. It struck me as odd
that dad could walk out just because of my mother's sexiness especially
after all the years they'd been married, as far back as I could
remember my mother had been the same, so what had changed.

"Don't worry about it Mark," mum smiled "I've been sort of expecting it
for a long time, something went out of our marriage years ago."

I was surprised that I had never noticed a thing out of the ordinary,
but then again it was possible that the something my mother was
referring to was only obvious under certain 'intimate' circumstances,
so I wouldn't have noticed. At least my mother wasn't crying her eyes
out, but I could see that she felt sad about dad's leaving and I did
what I could to try and keep her cheerful. What came as no surprise was
that I was not upset in the least by my father's departure, he and I
had never been close.

At times I had felt that he almost resented me being around; so all my
time had been spent with my mother, I could never talk to my father
about anything, but I talked to my mother about everything. No I was
not going to miss him. Then I suddenly realised that there was one
thing that I would miss, my father's money, without his wages coming in
things would be getting pretty tight around here. In fact I would
probably have to leave school and get a job just to keep a roof over
our heads. Which raised another point, the house, would dad want us to
move out? Frowning I tried to figure out what to do, not that I could
see many options open to us.

"I said not to worry Mark," mum said "things will work out just fine."

Although blind my mother had this uncanny knack of sensing the feelings
of those around her. Though I admired her optimism there were a few
realities that she had to know and I quietly put my thoughts into
words. When I finally wound down my mother laughed, it was not at all
what I had been expecting and I was more than a little puzzled by her
reaction.

"First we won't have to move," mum laughed "this house is mine, I had
it before I ever met your father, how do you think I get around it so
well? Second, we won't have to worry about money, your father's wages
never went towards the upkeep of the house or anything else for that
matter, it was his pocket money if you like."

Though she didn't enlighten me as to where the money we lived on came
from I breathed a sigh of relief at her reply. Mum laughed then reached
out to put her hand on my shoulder.

"Now," she said brightly "what shall we do next? I know, let's go and
get a book from the library."

My mother could read Braille without any trouble, but she also liked to
have me read to her and I liked doing it. It had been a few weeks since
we had returned her last book and I gave my agreement to her idea
immediately. It was a warm and sunny Saturday afternoon so neither of
us wore a coat, it was very pleasant walking along with my mother
holding my arm as I guided her to the library. Mum could have had a
guide dog only dad had been allergic to animals, or so he had claimed,
I didn't mind acting the part though.

"I think I'll apply for a guide dog." mum said as though reading my
mind.

A few minutes later we reached the library, inside I led my mother to
the fiction section, looking at the shelves I wondered what my mother
was in the mood for.

"What do you fancy then mum?" I asked "Murder mystery, romance,
thriller or historical?"

"A nice juicy murder mystery sounds good." she grinned.

Looking at the murder mystery books I ran through the titles for my
mother, I'd gone through about twenty titles when mum suddenly had me
stop.

"That last one." she said.

"What, See It Again Sam?" I replied reaching for the book.

"That's the one." she grinned.

I read the precise to her and she grinned, Sam was a blind woman
involved in a murder, it appealed to my mother so we headed for the
desk to book it out. Outside once again with the book stuffed in mum's
handbag I set our path towards home, we walked slowly, enjoying the
sunshine and the warmth it provided. I was surprised when my mother
started to hum quietly. Glancing at her I smiled, she looked happy and
carefree, her long black hair hung loose down her back and I wondered
what she did with her hair when she was having sex. It reached right
down to her bum and I imagined that it would tickle if she left it
loose.

"You're quiet all of a sudden." mum grinned, "We must be following a
nubile young lady."

"Wrong," I laughed, "I was just thinking."

"Care to share your thoughts?" she asked brightly.

"Nope." I responded as we reached home.

Mum laughed as we went indoors, she headed straight for the kitchen and
put the kettle on while I took a quick pee, by the time I joined her in
the kitchen the kettle was just coming to the boil. Watching my mother
make coffee was always fascinating to me, I tried to do it with my eyes
closed once and nearly scalded myself. Grinning I waited for her to
finish making the coffee then stepped forward to carry the cups into
the living room. Sitting side by side on the couch I took the book from
my mother, opened it and started reading out loud, it wasn't a bad yarn
and I was getting quite into the plot when things went pornographic. I
couldn't believe what I was reading, so engrossed had I become that I
hadn't realised that I was no longer reading aloud.

"Come on Mark," mum said "don't skip the juicy bits."

Flicking back to where I'd gone gob-smacked I started to read aloud
again. Mum grinned as I read out the graphic details of the hero and
the blind female having sex. About the only detail missing from the
section was the diameter of the guys cock; they'd merrily given the
reader his length.

"Now that was an interesting interlude." mum laughed as the plot
returned to the murder.

"I wonder if anyone in the library realises how hot this book is." I
replied with a grin.

"Well I'm not telling them." mum laughed gaily "I might want to borrow
the book again. You know I feel quite turned on by that, hurry on let's
get to the next sexy bit."

Shaking my head and smiling I started reading once more. My mother
didn't have long to wait for the next 'sexy' bit because the plot
seemed to go out of the window in favour of gratuitous sex, not that we
minded. We both got so engrossed with the book that I kept on reading
until it was finished, towards the end I had been straining a little to
read the words and my stomach was making some funny noises. Closing the
book I looked up and wondered why it was so dark, a quick glance at the
clock told me why, it was well after eight in the evening.

"Wow," mum smiled "that was some book, we must read it again before we
take it back."

"The whole thing or just the naughty bits?" I asked cheekily.

"The whole thing you cheeky bugger." she laughed "By the way, what time
is it?"

When I told her mum laughed and stood up, putting the book on the
coffee table I got to my feet and took our empty coffee cups out to the
kitchen, mum stood by the work-surface and sighed.

"I really don't fancy cooking," she declared "be a dear and phone that
Chinese delivery place, order a meal for two."

Using the kitchen phone I called the Chinkies and placed the order
while mum took a bottle of wine from the fridge and opened it. I smiled
at the size of the bottle, a full litre and a half, usually three of us
drank that amount and usually we all got half cut.

"It'll be here in about half an hour." I told my mother as I hung up
the phone.

"Good." she grinned "Think you can manage half a bottle of wine?"

"I'll give it a go." I grinned, "What size glasses do you want?"

"Sod glasses," she laughed, "we'll use tumblers."

She poured two tumblers of wine and held one out to me; I took a sip
and sighed. Raising an eyebrow as she lowered her glass my mother
turned in my direction.

"That was a big sigh," she commented "anything wrong?"

"No," I replied, "just thinking is all."

"That's twice in one day," she laughed "you'll be getting a headache.
Want to tell your old ma about it?"

"It's nothing mum," I grinned, "anyway, how can I tell old ma, she's
not here."

"Me you idiot." mum laughed loudly.

"Oh, but you aren't old." I laughed.

"Ooh I like you." she crooned then became serious "Something's
bothering you Mark, what is it? Still worrying about your father
leaving?"

"Not at all," I sighed "it's just...well, I was just wondering...I was
wondering why I never seem to get anywhere with girls."

It had been the racy parts of the book that had brought my mind onto
the subject of girls, the character in the book had made it all seem so
easy yet real life was a damned sight less co-operative.

"Ah," mum nodded sagely and smiling "girl trouble."

"Lack of girl trouble." I stated "Its not that I haven't tried."

"Maybe you've been trying too hard," mum said seriously "you'll get
your chance sooner or later, though I know you want it to be sooner."

"A lot sooner." I laughed "Like sometime in my lifetime. I..."

The doorbell ringing interrupted me; it was our meal. Paying the
delivery boy I took the food into the kitchen and helped my mother to
dish up, then sat down with her at the kitchen table to polish off the
fare. By the time we had bloated ourselves the wine was half gone. I
did the washing up and mum poured us both some more wine, carrying the
full glasses through to the living room I deposited them on the coffee
table then went and closed the curtains and turned on the light. My
mother had brought the wine bottle in with her and it was sitting on
the coffee table as I joined her on the couch. For a while we sat and
drank in silence, I knew that there was nothing worth turning the telly
on for and it seemed like too much effort to get up and put a tape or
CD on.

"I know," mum laughed as she leant forward to put her empty tumbler on
the table "let's get smashed."

"Sounds like fun," I grinned refilling her glass and putting it in her
hand "I'd better get another bottle of wine out though, this one has
just about had it."

"Blow the wine," mum grinned, "let's have something stronger."

"Vodka or gin?" I asked.

"Tonight is a vodka night." mum declared "There's a bottle of real
rough Polish stuff at the back of the drinks cabinet this seems like
the ideal time to drink it."

I had to dig a little, but eventually I found the bottle of vodka mum
had been on about, when I read the label I grinned. The stuff was a
hundred and ten proof! On my way back to the couch I put a CD on,
something soft, slow and smoochy, it was the first one that came to
hand and as sweet music filled the room I settled down on the couch
again and opened the vodka. Mum's wine was gone and she held out her
tumbler for me to fill it, pouring her half a tumbler of the spirit I
drained my own wine and poured myself some of the stuff. When I took a
sip from my glass I felt fire burning down my throat, God was that
stuff rough.

"Whew," mum said lowering her glass "that really is rough, but it hits
the spot quite nicely. This is nice you know, soft music, booze and a
nice young man at my side, I could get quite used to this."

I laughed and took another sip of the fiery brew; the first swallow had
anaesthetised my throat so the second went down quite smoothly. Tapping
my foot to the music I drained my glass and put it on the table then
leant back in my seat. Half of a bottle of wine and half a tumbler of a
hundred and ten proof vodka caught up with me damned fast, one moment I
was feeling fine the next I was out on cloud nine and giggling. Beside
me my mother was giggling too as she reached for the vodka bottle,
after a couple of attempts to pour vodka into her glass she gave up and
took a couple of swigs straight from the bottle. Waving the bottle in
my general direction my mother laughed for no reason at all. I took the
bottle and put it on the table without taking a drink, I felt high
enough already, any more and I'd be out like a light.

"You never did finish what you were saying out in the kitchen." mum
giggled.

Casting my mind back I remembered our conversation with difficulty, for
no reason at all my cock went hard as I tried to remember what I had
been going to say before the food had arrived.

"Oh, yeah," I grinned "I was going to say that I wished it was as easy
as that book made it sound."

"There are always compil...complications in real life." mum giggled
slurring her words a little "Oops, I think your mummy is pissed."

"She's not the only one." I giggled back as her head came to rest on my
shoulder.

"I wonder who else is pissed?" she laughed poking me in the chest with
a finger then dropping her hand into my lap "Ooh a stiffy!"

Her hand had landed right on my erect cock sending a sudden thrill
running through me, laughing I reached down and moved her hand off my
cock.

"Spoilsport." she pouted moving her hand back again.

I suppose I should have been shocked at her action or at least a little
surprised, I can only blame the booze for my feeling nothing but
excited by the pressure of her hand on my cock. It became even more
exciting when she began to stroke me over my clothes.

"There's a good little cocky wocky," mum crooned down at my groin "all
perked up and nothing to poke, poor Mark."

"Story of my life." I sighed.

"Aw, is mummies not so little boy all wandy den." she grinned up at me
in a little girl voice "Never mind, mummy fix."

I laughed at her comment then gulped as she opened my flies and shoved
her hand into my trousers. I gulped again when her hand wormed its way
into my underpants and closed around my cock. Of course my reaction
should have been a yell of horror and to pull her hand from my
trousers, instead I groaned and touched her tits. My mother sighed as I
squeezed her more than ample mounds.

"This is nice." she breathed as I pushed my hand into the top of her
dress.

I quickly discovered that my mother wasn't wearing a bra; the feel of
her warm, soft boobs with their hard sensitive nipples made my heart
beat faster as I played with her. Mind you the movement of her hand up
and down on my cock was getting to me as well, leaning over I kissed my
mother passionately. Without a moments hesitation she was returning my
kiss and boy could my mother kiss, she made my toes curl. Then mum
pulled her hand out of my trousers, grabbed my wrist, pulled my hand
off her boob and parted our lips, I felt disappointed and breathless as
I leant back and took a deep shuddering breath.

Beside me my mother was moving, standing up she almost ripped her
clothes off revealing more and more of her body to my drunk and excited
gaze. A moment later I was tearing at my own clothes almost getting
naked at the same time as my mother. Sighing wistfully I looked at my
mother, my eyes roving up and down her body as I memorised the sight of
her. Whatever I should have been feeling all I really felt was randy,
the sight of her bare tits and her shaven pussy sent my lust soaring.

"Let me see you." my mother breathed.

Taking a step closer to her I took her hands and placed them on my
shoulders, for the blind their hands are their eyes and though my
mother had 'seen' my face many times it had never excited me the way
her touch did now. It might have been seeing for my mother, but her
hands moving over my body were a thrill beyond imagination and when she
traced my cock and balls I gave a groan of sheer pleasure. Putting my
hands on my mother's shoulders I closed my eyes and emulated her
actions, the feel of her silky soft, warm skin sliding under my palms
added immeasurably to the pleasure I was feeling and must have excited
my mother as well for she gave a low moan and trembled.

After a few minutes my mother pressed against me and kissed me, the
feel of her lips on mine as her hands ran up and down my back made my
whole body tingle with delight. When I returned her caresses my mother
sighed into my mouth and seemed to melt in my arms. Had I become
instantly sober there was no way that I could or would have stopped
what was happening, the sheer bliss that ran through me only made me
hungry for more and more. Lowering myself to the couch I pulled my
mother down onto my lap and explored her body with my hands, cupping
her heavy tits then squeezing them until she gasped; then teasing her
big dark nipples with one hand while stroking my way down to her pussy
with the other.

My mother wasn't idle though; her hand touched my chest then rubbed
over my nipples. I had never realised how sensitive a man's nipples
could be until my mother began to tease mine with her fingers while my
fingers brushed lightly over my mother's pussy.

"Take me upstairs." mum breathed parting our lips.

It took only a minute to take my mother up to her bedroom; she lay on
the bed and held a hand up to me in an invitation only a fool or an
idiot could have refused. I was neither and in an instant I was at her
side. Once again my hands explored her body, once again hers explored
mine and once again we kissed passionately; all the while my excitement
just seemed to grow and grow inside me. When I found and teased my
mother's clit she parted our lips and let out a cry as her body began
to shudder, leaning over I took one of her nipples in my mouth and
sucked on it, virgin I may have been, but I'd read all the right books.

Sliding my now free hand down her body I pressed my fingers to my
mother's clit, with a cry she started to shake and I grinned as I
increased the pressure of my fingers as I rubbed her sensitive little
button. After a few moments I slid my fingers down to her pussy, God
was she wet, my fingers were soaked in her juices within an instant as
I fingered her to another climax. The one thing the books never told me
was to expect to get jumped on once I'd excited a woman beyond a
certain point. My mother had passed that point and was suddenly like a
woman possessed, she tore my hand from her pussy, pushed me onto my
back and leapt astride me; her pussy engulfing my cock as she crashed
down on me. Barely had my cock been swallowed by her pussy than my
mother began to shake and cry out on top of me, her pussy tightening
around my cock like a vice making me groan loudly.

"Oh Jesus!" I gasped out as my mother began to rise on my cock.

The waves of sensation burning through me were impossible to describe,
every part of my body felt as though it was on fire with ecstasy! When
my mother thrust down on me and began to ride me at a fast, heavy pace
I thought I would explode with bliss. It didn't take me long to start
moving with her, no more than an instant, my mother's voice filled the
room as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her and with a cry of my own
I thrust up into her pussy as my seed exploded hotly from my cock. As
my hot juices filled her depths my mother cried out and flopped forward
onto my chest, her whole body jerking with the force of her climax and
her pussy threatening to crush my cock deliciously. Then her peak faded
and she was moving on me again, but my cock was slowly shrinking and
before long it slipped from her pussy.

My mother rolled off me, gasping for breath I turned my head to look at
her, she was lying there, boobs bouncing as her chest heaved; body
quivering with post-orgasmic bliss; mouth open as she gulped in air. It
was the most exciting thing I had ever seen and it sent my cock roaring
back to erection as my lust hit a new peak. With an almost animal like
growl I rolled on top of my mother and thrust my cock into her pussy,
she cried out and pushed up to accept my erection eagerly. This time I
was in control and I made my pace firm yet slow, savouring each and
every slide of my cock in her tight, tight pussy. Beneath me my mother
writhed and gasped and cried out as she climaxed time and time again,
but my cock seemed tireless as I fucked her.

Ages seemed to pass, my mother's cries grew louder then sank to weak
mewls and whimpers, her body shook and writhed. Yet she still kept pace
with me even when I started to fuck her faster and faster as I drew
nearer to my own climax. Once again I felt the explosive heat of my
orgasm and buried my cock as deep as I could in my mother's pussy.
Wanking had never given me such pleasure and my mother's weak scream as
my hot juices filled her only added to my ecstasy.

A few minutes later, with my cock shrinking again, I rolled off my
mother's shuddering body and lay staring at the ceiling as my body
slowly recovered from its exertions. Turning my head I looked at my
mother and smiled tiredly, she was asleep, on her lips was a beatific
smile of sheer contentment and satisfaction. Sitting up I looked down
at her gorgeous body and wished that I had the strength to take her
again. Laughing at my own thoughts I got off the bed and pulled the
sheets from under my mother's slumbering body, covering her I turned
out the light and turned to leave the room. But I just couldn't leave,
it was as though I was drawn to her bed by some magnetism so I slid in
under the covers beside my naked, exhausted mother. Closing my eyes I
snuggled up to her warm body and fell into a deep sleep almost
immediately.

I woke to the feel of soft hands stroking my face, opening my eyes I
saw my mother leaning over me, her lips curved in a troubled smile as
her hand touched my cheek.

"Morning mum." I said softly.

"Morning Mark." she sighed moving her hand "I fucked up big time last
night didn't I."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Oh Mark," she smiled "what a silly question. I'm your mother and I am
not supposed to have sex with you, yet I did and, God help me, it was
the best sex I have ever had. For a virgin you sure know how to make a
girl happy. Lord, what am I saying! Mark, what we did was illegal and
wrong in the eyes of society, I'm sorry for making you do it."

"I'm not," I laughed "and what's this about forcing me to do it, I was
a more than willing partner you know."

"You were drunk and didn't realise what you were doing." she sighed, "I
took advantage of you to fulfil my own needs."

"I wasn't that drunk," I smiled taking her hand and kissing the palm "I
knew full well what was happening and I loved every second of it. Mum,
I've a confession to make, I've watched you for ages as you've gone
around the house in the nude or clothed and every time I see you I get
an erection."

"Mark you can't be serious," she gasped, "I'm old enough to be..."

"My mother?" I interrupted with a laugh.

"Yes." she laughed, "This is silly, you shouldn't be getting randy
about me, and there are plenty of younger and prettier girls out there
for you to get the hots for."

"Younger maybe," I grinned even though I knew she couldn't see it "but
not prettier. Mum, face it, I fancy you more than I should, last night
we did something together I had only ever dreamt of and I definitely
would like to do it again, if you'll let me. I am stone cold sober now
and I feel as hot for you as I did last night, let me show you."

Taking her hand I pushed it under the sheets and placed it on my hard
cock, my mother smiled and gave my erection a squeeze, but when she
spoke she did not move her hand.

"Is there nothing I can say that would change your mind?" she asked
quietly.

"Not a thing." I replied firmly.

"I give up, though I was half hoping you'd give the answer you did."
she sighed then became serious "Mark, what we do has to be a secret
from everyone, if anyone found out about us there would be hell to pay."

"I know that mum," I grinned "but with dad out of the way who the hell
else is there to know?"

"All too many people," mum laughed "in particular that nosy old cow
next door, Mrs Thorsen, she is always on the lookout for scandal and
gossip, if...mmm."

I shut my mother up by the simplest method possible; I kissed her! As I
enclosed her in my arms and drew her exciting body to me I thought of
all the things that we could do in the future together. A few moments
later my mother was scrambling on top of me, my cock glided into her
wet pussy easily and as she sat up and rode my cock my mother grinned
down at me happily.

"God you make me hot," mum laughed breathlessly "I feel like a bitch in
heat."

"The best bitch in town mum." I sighed up at her.

"And the randiest!" she laughed, "Jesus am I going to teach you a thing
or two!"

With that she leant over and kissed me as her body started to shake.


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