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Subject: {ASSM} Send the Word, Son, Over Her [bF, mom, son, incest, MC]
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Send the Word, Son, Over Her
by DiscipleN (c) 2004


Edna Rose wiped peanut butter off her fingers. She'd reached deep into
the jar to get the last few streaks and had stroked them into plain
white bread. Tempted to lick her fingers, she quickly discarded the
notion as silly. A dishrag she'd used all morning served her purpose.
Unmanicured nails drove a corner of the cloth under other nails. Soon,
they were spotless, but her hands smelled of dish soap. She rinsed
them. Her only daughter, Janie, (not Jane or Janice but Janie) skipped
into the kitchen.

"Is my sandwich ready, Mommy?" She was only seven years old.

"Yes, hon. I'll bring it to the living room." She picked up two
plates, and five steps took her there. If Edna had been any short than
her 5 feet, four steps would have done the job. The house was paid
for, but it was so small it contained only one of each: kitchen,
living room, bedroom, bathroom. The longest section of the house was
the hall that led from living room to kitchen to bathroom to their
bedroom. That was it, and Edna was glad for it. When her husband had
died, nearly four years ago, his life insurance had been just enough
to save their home from the bank. Edna worked two menial jobs, both
part-time, to cover Janie's and her food, clothing, utilities, and
property tax. Their income was supplemented with food stamps, Ralph's
social security, and an occasional check from Janie's uncle, Pete.

Mother and daughter sat on the couch and shared a TV tray for their
table.

"What did you do this morning?"

"I met a boy."

Edna didn't realize her daughter was interested in boys. At the age of
seven, Edna had been a sworn hater of males, excluding her bother and
father of course. A few years later, she was sneaking kisses with
fifth graders behind trees in their school yard. The same school was
preparing her daughter for greatness. The trees were gone, and the
yard was cement, but reading, writing, and arithmetic were eternal
gods worshipped by the poor to help break the cycle.

"What's his name?"

"Kelly. Isn't that a girls name?"

"Yes, and it's a boy's name too. You and me have boy's names, Ed and
Jan."

"Eew, I wanna different name."

"I'll call you stinky pants, if you like."

"You said, you'd never call me that after I stopped wearing nappies."

"How old is Kelly? Where does he live?" It was just idle banter to the
single mom.

"His family moved in down the street. He told me, I was the only one
his age, so he must be seven or eight or nine, Mommy."

"Do you like him?"

"No!" Somethings never changed. "But he does know funny things."

"Like what?"

"I'm not suppose to tell. He said, you'd get mad."

"Janie." It wasn't a question.

Her daughter giggled. The child's eyes sparkled at the thought of
betraying the new kid on the block.

"Daddy took Mommy upstairs to play. Like a doctor he checked her
health all day. Behind locked doors, but noisy as a drum, three years
later, she came down with a son!"

Edna gasp. Her body tried to laugh, but her head stifled it's
outburst. This was a pretty strange nursery rhyme, for a seven year
old, and for even a nine year old!

"What else did this boy say?" He wasn't Kelly anymore, to the
concerned mother.

"Mommy, don't get mad. I promised him, I wouldn't tell."

Suddenly, Edna remembered the first time she played doctor. She'd been
eight at the time, and it had been with another girl.

"Okay." She grinned to forgive her daughter's transgression. "I won't
get mad, but did he say anything else?"

"He said he thought you looked pretty." A slight frown invaded Janie's
innocent expression. "I've finished my sandwich. I'm going back
outside to play."

"Yes honey. Come back before it gets dark."

Pretty? Edna contemplated. She supposed she looked decent enough, not
that she really tried to dress up. She didn't have time to worry about
looking good, make-up, or clothes she couldn't wear everyday. They
didn't have the money to, either. She owned a few house-dresses and a
couple duplicates of her work clothes, uniforms that made anyone
wearing them, invisible. Still, customers regularly gave her a second
look, and that was enough to please Edna. The love of her life had
proved to be Janie. Her husband, although a decent man and father,
she'd picked him more for survival than love. It was indeed a cruel
world, and the first man who treated her right had won her hand. The
joy she felt at raising her daughter was more love than she had
expected from life. It was sufficient, she told herself. Edna smiled,
thinking about Kelly's idle compliment. Silly boy!

Late that afternoon, the front door swung open and four bare feet
raced indoors. It was summer. Wet grass led to damp carpet, on more
than one occasion. Edna was getting ready for work. She'd already
called their neighbor, Lorraine Stevens, to watch little Janie. The
neighborhood was decent that way. Tucking her hair under her work cap,
she ran into the invading children.

"Mommy, this is Kelly!" Janie exclaimed, after bumping into her
mother. She hugged the wide hips blocking her, and she pressed the
side of her head against Edna's tummy.

The mom was quick to notice the boy who'd managed to avoid further
collisions. Slightly taller than Janie, Kelly had that rascally scamp
quality with unkept hair, smudges on his face and clothes, and eyes
that shined like the moon. They scanned every inch of her body,
unabashedly. Edna felt a strange urge to blush. For an adolescent, he
wasn't quite cute, but he had a charm to his looks. Artful Dodger,
surfaced unto her thoughts.

"Hi, Mrs. Rose." 

"Hello Kelly, what's your last name?"

"Stone, ma-am." At least he was a polite scamp. "Janie says you're
going to go to work, now."

"That's right, I was just about to walk out and look for her, to tell
her." Edna noticed something else in the young boy's eyes. She studied
them.

"I'm right here, Mommy." A voice beside her surprised her.

"Yes, of course, you are, honey." Edna covered. That was strange. For
a moment, it was almost as if she'd forgotten she had a daughter! "You
have to go over to Lorraine's, while Mommy works." The mom's gaze
returned to Kelly's sweet face. He perked up at her renewed attention,
but didn't say anything.

"Okay." Janie sighed. She'd gotten used to being sheltered by the
neighbor woman, but they had never really bonded.

"I'll just run along, now." Janie was suddenly at the front door.
"Gosh, Mommy, I thought you had to go."

"In a second, dear. You run along. I'll see you tonight." Edna shook
her head. She crossed the living room and hugged her daughter. "Sorry,
Mommy's feeling a little scattered." Her girl accepted the warm hug
happily. She danced across the lawn to the neighbors.

"I'll go too, Mrs. Rose." Kelly piped up behind her. He headed for the
door she held open. Edna felt as if she needed to say something to the
boy. There was something strange about letting her own child leave
first.

"It was nice to meet you, Kelly. Janie is a good girl. I hope you're a
good boy." The statement sounded awkward.

"Yes ma-am." The child nodded slightly. He stepped onto the porch
step.

"Don't be sore at her, but she told me something she promised you she
wouldn't."

"Oh?" The boy stood straight, cocked his head. He studied the short
woman with those moon eyes.

Edna had to cast down her own gaze, to avoid them. "It was just a
rhyme. I wasn't offended at all. When I was a kid, I used to say all
sorts of silly things."

"That's okay, ma-am. I guessed she might." His face brightened out of
it's curiosity.

"She told me you said some other things."

Kelly simply nodded.

Edna was definitely going to be late if she didn't leave straight
away.  "Can you tell me one?"

The boy thought about this for several seconds. A cloud drew over his
face.

"My mommy was sick, but now she is old. Doctors couldn't save her but
daddy was able. He gave her a gift that never can be told. My mommy is
well, but there's danger in the cradle."

The cloud drifted away and the young boy turned to leave. Edna found
herself holding her breath. She gasp the first one. "I have to go."
She told him, and she started quickly towards the bus stop.

All night, until midnight, Edna repeated the new rhyme in her head.
"...but there's danger in the cradle." It spooked her enough to earn a
reprimand from her boss.

"I don't know where you mind is tonight, Edna, but can you hustle
enough to serve the few customers we do have?"

"Yes, ma-am." Edna responded.

"Ma-am?" June, the night manager, had grimaced and shaken her head.

Edna was very glad to catch the late bus. She felt eager to get home,
Janie was waiting, and...  She couldn't quite think why else she felt
so anxious.

At Lorraine's, some of her confusion abated, when she greeted her
daughter.

"Mommy!" The young girl hurled herself into her mother's arms. They
stood embracing for nearly a minute.

"I've never seen her miss you that much before." Lorraine chuckled.
Ms. Stevens was a retired seamstress, with arthritic hands and a big
heart.

"It was a long night, Lorraine. Is there anything I can get you or
do?"

Their friendly neighbor yawned. "Just a sleeping tablet the size of my
head." She suffered from chronic insomnia, but managed to sleep during
the day.

"Good night." They parted. Janie tugged on her mother's hand all the
way home. Typically, Edna had to carry her sleeping daughter back to
her bed. This night she could hardly tuck her in.

"I wanna another glass of water."

"Hush, just close your eyes."

"Awww." The little girl fidgeted in her pajamas. "Tell me a story,
then?"

"Janie!" Edna raised her voice, then relented. Suddenly the story
welled up inside the impatient mother.

"Mommy was sick, but now she is old. Doctors couldn't save her but
Kelly was able. He gave her a gift that never can be told. Mommy is
well, but there's danger in the cradle."

Janie's eyes grew twice their size. She lay as still and as quite as a
mouse watching a snake cross her path.

"Good-night."Edna whispered. She turned over on their shared bed and
pulled the covers across them both.

--------

The next morning, Janie had slipped out of bed early. She was watching
cartoons. Edna slept late--her dreams had been very tiring. Nebulous
faces and naked bodies swam in pools of mercury.

Eventually, she rose and bathed. By the time she was dressed and ready
to start breakfast, Kelly was sitting beside Janie. She caught him
whispering in the girl's ear.

"That's stupid, Kelly. You're just a stupid ol' boy." Janie responded.
Her face was slightly red.

"Hey you two, Kelly, good to see you. Now play nice." Mommy stock
lecture number seventy three. She back pedaled for the kitchen.

Half hour later, she was serving eggs, juice, toast and grape jelly.
The ate sitting on the old, plush carpet. All three of them sat with
their backs against the couch. The TV was turned off.

"Kelly told me the stupidest thing." Janie announced in the middle of
their meal. Edna looked at the boy. He was unperturbed.

"Yes honey?"

"You tell her." Janie ordered her friend.

"Okay." The boy brightened. He turned and smiled at his host.

"Mommies are nice when their pretty like mine. They smile and hug and
make everything fine. One mommy is great for doing nothing at all, but
two are better when you want to play ball."

"Hhmm." Edna shrugged. It was a very silly rhyme. They finished their
meal in silence.

The house-mom stood up first. She collected the dishes and took them
to the kitchen. Instead of washing them right away, she returned to
the living room and looked in the front closet. Inside she found an
old kick ball. It was soft, but not deflated. She lifted it into full
view of the children and announced. "Ready for a game?" All three ran
outside.

They must have played for two hours, kicking the ball to each other.
Edna had trouble keeping up with the kids, but she wouldn't have
stopped for the world. It seemed like Kelly was paying her special
attention, kicking the ball to her twice as often to Janie. Edna
didn't notice the extent she reciprocated.

"Mommy!" Kelly shouted with a temper.

"What dear?" Her mom looked up.

"Why aren't you giving me the ball?" Tears were starting form in the
sad girl's eyes.

"I am, honey. Here." She kicked it to her daughter. It bounced off her
ankles.

"No you DIDN'T! You were just kicking it to HIM!" She pointed
rebelliously at Kelly. The boy simply stood quiet.

"Now, now young lady, even if I had been, don't get mad at your
friend." Edna had to struggle to remember. Guilt cooled her thoughts.

"He's not my friend, any more." She pointed her pout at the lad. "It's
time for you to leave!"

"Janie!" Edna rebuked her daughter. "We'll have none of that."

"And you have to go to work."

"What?" She looked at her watch. She wasn't late, but she would be, if
she didn't race to the bus stop. "I'm sorry, Janie. It is my fault.
I'll make it up to you at dinner. Don't take it out on Kelly, okay?"
The mother owned up to her mistake.

"That's all right, Mrs. Rose." The other youngster spoke up. "I'll see
you another time. Bye Janie!" He turned and walked quickly away. A
small knot in Edna's stomach shifted slightly as he left.

"Good-bye, Kelly. Don't let Janie trouble you."

"Mommy!" Her daughter didn't explain her eruption.

"You'll have to lock up for, Mommy, hon'. I'll be back in four hours.
Don't let anyone in."

"I know." Janie's tantrum abated. She kissed her mommy's cheek.

Edna started for the bus stop.

She returned on time, back to their home. It was locked, and Janie let
her in. She hugged and kissed her in the doorway.

"How was everything?"

"Better now."

Kelly was sitting in the living room. Edna was unable to contain her
delight. "I see you made up with Kelly."

"Yeah, it wasn't his fault, I guess."

"That's wonderful, honey. Could you get me a glass of water, while I
take off my shoes?" She reached for the first.

"Okay." Janie answered. She skipped into the kitchen.

"I hope you don't mind me being here, while you're gone, Mrs. Rose."

"Of course not, Kelly. Why you're practically part of the family." She
tugged off her second shoe.

"I feel that way too, ma-am."

"Oh, Kelly, ma-am is so formal." Edna walked over to the boy. "Call
me..." She stopped. She didn't know what he should call her. Edna was
not a name she was terribly fond of. It sounded so old, to her. "Just
call me, mum." A creative spark prompted her. That sounded like a nice
compromise between 'ma-am' and...

"Here's your water, Mommy." Little Janie held the glass up.

"Thank you, Janie." She sipped lengthily at the cool water. "Now what
shall we do?"

They were playing 'Go Fish', when Edna noticed the sky was darkening.
"When do you have to be home, Kelly?"

"Oh, whenever. Mom and dad know I'm here."

"Do you want to call them?"

"No." The boy looked bored. "They're probably making dinner."

"Heaven's, I completely forgot. Here I was, playing a silly..." The
mom cut herself off. "I'll fix us something warm and quick. Do you
like soup?"

"Yes Ma-, I mean mum."

Janie looked up from her cards. She tucked both lips together at what
he'd said. Her eyebrows sank together.

Edna was in the kitchen, opening the can of soup when the doorbell
rang. "I'll get it." She set the can down inside the pan. She hadn't
turned the burner on yet. After wiping her hands on the apron she'd
donned, she went to the door.

An older woman, not quite as old as Lorraine Stevens, stood in the
dark. "Is my Kelly h-here?" She sounded somewhat nervous. She was
short-ish, light haired, but it was too dark to tell its color. The
one part that stood out from the rest of her was her slightly swollen
belly. She must have already had her dinner, two portions! Was Edna's
first thought. Strange, she wasn't normally the jealous type.

Edna switched on the porch light and stepped back from the doorway.
"You must be Mrs. Stone."

"No, I'm Alice Turner." The woman leaned forward and peeked her light
brunette head inside. "Honey, are you here?" She called.

"Yes, mom." Kelly stood up from sitting at the card festooned coffee
table. He walked to the door.

"Honey, I made your favorite tonight. D-did you want to join us?"
Alice remained outside.

"I dunno. Mrs. Rose said she was making soup. That'll be good enough."

The woman acted as if she'd been struck with a feather. "Oh, yes. My
yes." She smiled suddenly, a mournful smile. One of her hands, moved
quivering to the bulge in her torso. "That s-sounds fine." She looked
at Edna. "Edna is it?"

"Yes, pleased to meet you." She offered her hand.

Alice leaned away. Her eyes were pleading, but her voice remained
calm. "I-I hope you won't keep my boy too late, will you?"

"You can have him now if you want."

What Edna said struck a hopeful note in the woman's expression. She
gulped, "I-I would like that."

"Mom," Kelly interjected calmly. "I'm going to spend the night here."

The woman standing outside, her entire frame sagged and she looked
down to hide her eyes. "Good-b-, -night then, honey." Without further
words, she stepped back off the porch, turned and walked slowly away.

"Don't mind her, Mrs. Rose." Kelly took the door by it's handle and
shut it behind his mother. "She and dad act that way all the time."

Edna Rose felt her heart beating very rapidly. Her emotions were
difficult to fathom.

"Mommy, I'm hungry." Janie was standing behind her. "Kelly, your mommy
is weird."

Kelly ignored her. He was studying his 'mum'.

"I'll just go and put the soup on then." Edna returned to her kitchen.

Kelly followed. "I'll help you."

"Me too!" Janie squealed.

The three of them puttered around until their supper was ready. Only
Janie didn't notice the quiet between them. She giggled and
occasionally poked Kelly and her mommy in their ribs. Then, they would
smile at her.

Sipping their hot soups, Edna told her daughter. "Would you please
take the rest of the soup to Ms. Stevens, Janie? It's not too late,
and I owe her so much for watching you while I'm at work."

"Okay, Mommy." The young girl rolled Kelly a concerned glance, but she
complied with her mother's wishes.

Edna went to the kitchen, covered the pan and wrote a quick note. She
forgot what she'd written the moment she folded and handed it to her
daughter. "You may have to stay with her, while she eats, honey. Do
mind anything she tells you."

"Yes, Mommy." She was already bored of her mission.

Two minutes later. Edna stood alone in her living room, with Kelly.
"Kelly?"

"Yes, mum?"

"Tell me about your parents."

"I don't remember them anymore, just my mother. I've been with a
couple other mommy's and daddy's since then."

"Have they treated you well?"

"Yes, they all did, but none were able to keep me."

"What about Alice, and your father..." She fished.

"Albert. They're nice too." Kelly searched Edna's face. "I think
you're nicer."

Edna's cheeks grew warm. "Janie said you thought I was pretty."

"I do, mum."

She suddenly gave the boy a hug and kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

An embarrassed moment followed. Edna felt there was something she
should be doing, but she waited to find out what. Perhaps the boy
knew.

Kelly started, "When I find a mommy, I make up a rhyme. I tell them
their pretty, and they say I'm fine."

"You are fine!" Edna burst, she'd been wanting to tell the boy.

"Now, Mommy, you know what a little boy shouldn't. To tell him is bad
and good mommies wouldn't." Kelly struck a confident rhythm. "But good
mommies are sad when they're all alone. If the right boy asked nicely,
shouldn't he be shown?"

"Did you want to ask me something?" Edna hoped with all her heart.

"Uh-huh, mum. Do you ever feel lonely?"

Suddenly, Edna's brilliant spark flickered into despair. It was only a
question, but she struggled in sadness to find the answer. Dark clouds
flew everywhere, draining her inner search. She was terribly lonely,
she realized. There was no one she knew who could understand it. There
wasn't anyone who could share the deep isolation within her soul.
Edna's eyes hung like buckets of sand, tears soaking into them. She
could hardly speak the terrible truth. "Yes," she whispered and hung
her head.

Kelly immediately took her hand. "But with the right person, wouldn't
you feel much better?" He looked up at the housewife and smiled.

Hope rekindled within Edna's breast. There was a person after all.
This boy, Kelly, could see her loneliness, her isolation. Only he
could share it and make her long suffering go away. His smile was a
benevolent savior. His touch was enlightenment. The boy was her
immediate object of adoration!

Edna swept the boy into her arms and hugged him high against her
trembling breasts. "You are the most wonderful boy! Any mother would
be proud of you!" She kissed his cold cheek and held him close.

"In every mommy's arms little boys grow hot. Good mommies don't fear
to give it a thought." Kelly sang warmly with a quiet voice, just for
his new mum. "

The growing heat in Edna's body emanated from within her cradle of
creation. It was calling to her. It needed her. The swooning mother
wanted to answer it, but Kelly's mesmerizing looks, voice, and now
touch tugged at her equally hard. Only later would she learn they were
both pulling her in the same direction. She nuzzled top of the boy's
head with her neck.

"I like hugging you, mum. You're so soft and warm!"

"Call me Mommy, Kelly. You can be my little boy, my son for as long as
you want."

"I wanted to call you Mommy when I first saw you, Mommy." Kelly smiled
with great satisfaction.

"Ooohh, what ever I can do for my dearest, baby boy, I would."

"If I were really your baby boy, you'd let me suck on these pretty
pillows, Mommy." The child placed the palm of a hand on her covered
breast.

"Oh, but you're not that kind of baby, are you?" Edna asked, somewhat
concerned by the boy's request.

"Some little boys are bigger, some have grown up, but good mommies
should nurse even her oldest pup."

"Yes, yes of course you need Mommy's nurturing. Mommy's breasts are
more than nourishment, they're comfort and reassurance of Mommy's
love." Edna understood completely.

Kelly's grin brightened at his new mommy's quick capitulation. He
leaned back in her arms so that she might see what she needed to
reveal for him.

The happy mom looked down the deep V between her large breasts.
Somehow her top button had already come undone. She hadn't noticed
Kelly reach up and unfasten it with deft fingers when she'd hugged
him.

Edna carried her boy to the sofa and sat down heavily. My, he was big
for such a young boy! She thought. Without hesitating she immediately
fumbled with her blouse buttons. They succumbed quickly to her
manipulation. Both halves of the gauzy material fell away and revealed
the sturdy bra her large mums required to maintain a pleasing shape.

"Gosh, Mommy you have really big ones!"

"They aren't nearly as big as my love for you, honey, but they'll keep
you warm when you snuggle in them." Edna reached behind her back and
plucked at the catch of her bra. Its stretch band loosened, and two
fat nipples fell out of the cups in front."

"Wow!" Was all Kelly could say.

His mommy finished by pulling both the undergarment and her blouse
over her head. She dropped them beside the sofa. Then she reached for
her new son.

Kelly was smart enough to let his new mommy bring him to her. He
scuttled onto her lap at her arm's urging and he immediately kissed
the two wide, exposed nipples. "They're beautiful, Mommy!"

"Mommy is so glad you think so!" She hugged him close again and his
mouth fell to her breasts. His soft sucking instantly hardened her
dark nipples. Edna gasp for her next breath. The sensation had taken
it away. It felt glorious!

This was right. This was good, a son sucking on his momma's tits. It
was meant to be, her and her son sharing the most intimate bond
created for a mother and child. She kept kissing the top of Kelly's
head. "MMMMmmmmm. That feels wonderful, honey."

Kelly was in tit heaven. He'd never had another mommy with great piles
of breast meat served so lovingly. Eagerly and delicately, the boy
feasted on this treasure trove of tits.

The air surrounding the nursing couple grew hotter to Edna's mind. She
felt sweat form on her skin from the heat in her body. Her center of
heat sank lower in her body until it radiated directly from within her
long unused vagina. The soft lips massaging her nipples, after drawing
back and switching regularly between them, drew incredible sensations
up from Edna's pussy. Her manipulated mind simply interpreted these
sensations as the strength of their bond revealed to her heart. She
never would have believed a young boy could seduce her in a single day
into offering her tits to be sucked! It wasn't possible. Therefore the
growing horniness in her body must mean something else. There wasn't
anything else in Edna's world at that moment, except her new found
son!

Kelly smacked his lips and brought both his hands to bear on the
terrific mass of tit flesh before him. He kneaded and poked them
lightly, softly, lovingly, all the while, wishing he could bite them
and pinch them. He had a raging hard on where his boy cock grew. He
wanted to take this woman and force himself upon her, but the magic in
his special nature had proved in the past that it must be used
cautiously, with great patience. Kelly had learned patience well. The
rewards had been enormous. Ever since he'd been old enough to cum,
he'd been seducing women and making them his new mommy until their
bellies swelled with his youthful seed.

Truly, it wasn't evil that drove him, just a string of events that had
taught him his young but special way of life. One couldn't fault him
any more than faulting a pack of dogs for tearing a cat to pieces,
however one might wish to prevent them. Unmarried women were easier,
Kelly thought as he sucked this one's delicious and billowing tits. He
petted them and squeezed their flesh gently. This mother's arms felt
wonderful about him. It was his second favorite sensation, the
hugging. He was just a boy, after all.

Edna felt the boy slowly reposition himself until he had placed his
legs on either side of her tummy and had scrunched his pelvis forward
until something pressed against her belly button. His sucking mouth
felt so good on her hardened nipples, she thought nothing of it, until
the engorged boy prick tenting his pants involuntarily jerked upon
contacting her naked belly.

He had learned to be patient, but many more years would pass before he
liked being patient.

"Oh my, Kelly. You seem to be enjoying yourself." Edna's reverie had
broken with the suddenly knowledge that this child was pressing his
erect cock against her body. Her pussy lips, deep within their cotton
confines, answered in a different tone. They loosened and grew very
wet.

"Little boys know when their mommies are ripe. Their instrument
responds without a gripe."

Now Edna did concentrate on the raw desires swimming within her hips.
She blushed and tried harder not to think about her son's sturdy shaft
poking close to her source of multiplying need. If she wasn't careful,
she'd have to leave the boy and run upstairs to relieve the delicious
pressure forming in her cunt!

"I'm sorry, Mommy. Am I poking you too much?" Kelly looked up.

Edna's blush was bright red. She smiled shakily and shook her head.
"N-not at all."

"It gets hard like that a lot when I'm around you." He openly
confessed.

The woman's concern switched from her own embarrassment at being horny
to this potential dilemma for this precious child. "Does it, h-hurt?"

"Sometimes." The boy squeaked out.

"Does it hurt right now?" Edna couldn't believe she was capable of
asking a question like that to a little boy, her own son
none-the-less.

"Yes, Mommy. It does."

Then Edna was quiet. She had no idea how to deal with a situation like
this!

"Good mommy, good mommy, what have we here? A son poking out is
suffering dear." Kelly sang. "Yet how this big thing came to be is
often the answer, as you will see."

She could feel the boy's suffering. His voice was a soliloquy, sad but
yearning. She'd do anything to ease the terrible pain her son was in.
"H-how did it happen, honey?" She looked down at the troubled boy eyes
moist. The young pole prodding her navel had lost all fretful
connotations.

"I-I was sucking on your wonderful breasts, Mommy, and th-then my
peter, it got all hard and achy."

"You were sucking your mommy so beautifully too, sweetie, and now your
little peter has gotten hard and it hurts so much you had to stop
sucking on my, oh, so happy titties. The word titties came somehow
naturally to her.

"I wish you could suck on me and make me feel that good!"

Why, that was it! That was the perfect solution! It was only fair.
Edna realized it right away. His sucking mouth had made her titties
feel wonderful! He deserved no less than an equal amount of pleasure.
The fact that by giving his mommy pleasure he had felt pain, troubled
Edna enormously. She mustn't let anything stand in her way to set
things right.

Still, she knew there was only one, best, place to suck on a little
boy's body, to give him as much pleasure as that which floated so
deliciously within her womb. The hard prick shoved against her must be
desperate to release its pent up frustration!

"Kelly, you must promise your mommy, that you will never tell anyone
about what I have to do. It could destroy our love, forever, if
someone found out."

The child answered her solemnly, with practiced sincerity. "I wouldn't
tell anyone, Mommy. I promise."

She hugged her boy once more. "You're a good boy. Don't ever blame
yourself for what I have to do."

"What do you have to do, mommy?" Kelly finally shifted his weight off
of his mother's tummy. His bulging boy cock was easily visible to both
of them.

"Mommy needs to kiss you in a special place, to make your pain go
away."

"Oh, okay, Mommy. Where's that?"

The mature woman blushed when she pointed between them.

"OH REALLY, Mommy?" Kelly shouted enthusiastically. "If you kissed my
peter, I know all of the pain would go away."

"Y-yes, I do hope so, at least a little bit." Edna whispered, not
intending to be heard. Inside her chest, her heart was beating fast!

Her boy slipped off her bare breasted lap. He stood before her, hard
cock pushing even harder to escape its barriers between their flesh.

"Sh-should I take my pants down?" Kelly asked meekly, eyes downcast
slightly. "Or does my mommy need to do that for me."

The passion ridden woman knew instantly her preference. "Mommy needs
to do that for her little boy. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself
any worse." She slid off the couch down to her knees. She reached her
hands out and slipped her fingers behind the lip of his loose shorts.
They fumbled a second for the clasp and released it. Her breathing
shortened. It was a terribly frightful thing to do, undressing her
young son for the purpose she had proposed. It was horribly exciting!
The moisture in her groin had doubled after a minute of anticipation.

She grabbed the tab of his zipper and zidded it down. The strong flesh
behind them burst forward, only slightly limited by the white cotton
briefs clinging to it. It was bigger than she had expected. Suddenly,
Edna was very proud of her son's obvious virility.

Kelly smiled, stood straight up, and clenched his hands behind his
back. Every time a new mommy kneeled before him, to undress his
waiting cock, he felt more powerful than ever! Yet he held on to
patience. The best would come much later, but from here on, it would
only get better.

Now Edna's fingers dipped behind the band of the boy's underpants. She
stretched it straight out before tugging down on them. She wanted to
release the awful pressure on her son's impressive erection as quickly
as possible. It stood up so straight and steady, she could already
tell how hard he was, hard from having sucked on her naked tits. New
thrills shot along her spine and deep into her cunt.

The boy clenched his teeth when cool air struck his hard on. His
underwear slid down his narrow legs like silk. He stepped out of them,
his cock pointed directly at his new mother's face. Its puffed ball
sack sported the finest of hairs. Its smooth shaft angled enticingly
with a proud bud on its circumcised tip. It was the most beautiful
thing Edna had ever seen.

It was already larger than the width of her hand--the thought struck
her. Would it even fit inside her small mouth? There was no
retreating. She had to try, she told herself, for his sake.

"Does it still hurt, baby?"

"Uhn-huh." He let his voice match her expectation by mumbling. "Kiss
it, Mommy, and make it stop hurting."

"Yes, honey. Of course I will." She puckered her lips and pressed it
right under the glans, his most sensitive spot. SMACK!

All of the tension in Kelly's legs loosened. His prick jumped at the
warm contact and bounced back to the soft lips that had startled it.
Edna let the tip fall into her mouth like a pickled mushroom. She
instantly tasted it's slit with her tongue and discovered his own
wetness. The flavor of his pre-cum energized her. But before she began
her heroic deed, she warned him, "Only Mommy's mouth can make it all
better, honey. Don't be afraid of anything Mommy has to do. She loves
you with all her heart!" Then Edna sucked her new son's cock all the
way into her mouth.

"OOOOOHHHHHH, Mommy, that feels SOOO GOOOD!!!" Kelly sang a classic.

The love sick woman suckled on her son's prick as if it were the
greatest thing she would do in her life. She licked and sucked on the
boy's delicious manhood with quick strokes of her head. She gorged
herself on young boy cock and withdrew, lips dragging heavily on its
turgid flesh, only to swallow its entire length yet again.

The boy started bucking his groin into the nasty mommy's face. He
grabbed her hair and clung to it. Her sucking never lost it rhythm. It
was the best blow job Kelly had ever experienced. He had never known
so much love and devotion from a victim of his lusts. Her simpleness
and straightforwardness struck him as beautiful, something to
treasure. Yet, with dozens of mommies in his mental scrapbook, he
couldn't help but think of her as his inferior. A mommy whore was what
she was. This new slave mommy slut deserved to be taken in the mouth
and later, elsewhere! The sensations flowing out of his slavered dick
flew his thoughts to the pinnacle of pride. This woman who's mouth
labored to ease the lust in his loins was simultaneously beautiful and
less than human. Had she no shame?

Edna blushed furiously, knowing fully that her sucking mouth was going
to give this poor, dear child the experience adults claimed only for
themselves. She too felt the wetness in her panties and a great desire
to press her fingers into her neglected nest and draw her own pleasure
from its bountiful well. It was wrong to suck on a child's clean cock,
especially her own son's. Yet it was what she had to do. It was only
fair. His terrible need had come upon him while he was sucking on her
freely offered tits. It was child's right to cling to his mother's
breasts and suck them. Only older boys had to deal with the
consequences. It was her duty to help him deal with his awful need,
however shameful. Her head bobbed madly. His flesh and excretions
tasted so delicious!

Kelly's prick twisted and heaved inside Edna's fucking mouth. He knew
he was going to cum, already; so quickly! This woman's incredible
skill at drawing love out of his pecker could not be denied. He felt
his balls churn, and his cock muscles twitch. "OOOOHHHHH!!!!!" He
yelled. "I"m CUUUUMMMMMMIIINNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!"

Hot jets of cum blasted out of her son's dick. She thrilled! A great
wrench inside her cunt released her own power orgasm, sending shivers
up and down her nerves. Her closed eyes saw bright lights, and
pleasure swept up out of her fluttering center, cementing her sucking
action to his spewing cock. She swallowed and swallowed each and every
load. Great blobs of white juice shot across her tongue and down her
milking gullet. Edna pulled her hands to the boy's naked ass and
plastered his groin to her face. She couldn't breath, but she
continued to suck down his endless sperm.

The young child might have fallen over were it not for his mommy's
sure grip. He'd lost all thoughts of mightiness to the overwhealming
ecstasy that enveloped him. He clung to her sucking face by her long
hair. So much cum! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!"
"MOMMMMMMIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!"

Edna drank her son's balls dry. She savored every taste and glowed
from its thick pool deep inside her. Finally, she sighed through her
nostrils and licked the impressive shaft free of her lips. "That was
good for Mommy too." She stated breathily.

Now it was the little boy's turn to kiss his mommy's crown. They
hugged, each half naked, for warmth and persisting joy.

Time trickled by two bodies huddled together on the thick shag rug.
Edna surfaced back to reality, first. What have I done!? She cried
mentally. A deep sorrow crashed within her soul. She looked at the boy
and his soft dick resting along a significant length of his thigh. She
had abused him! EVIL! Edna suddenly knew how terrible and evil she had
been. She could not stop a flood of tears from drowning her eyes and
soaking her cheeks. In sudden and absolute shame, she jumped up away
from Kelly and ran far to her bedroom. "Take me away!" She cried in
the darkness there.

Kelly lay still through her entire rampage. He had lost another to the
aftermath. The wonderful, relaxed sensation in his half limp peter did
not lessen. The boy smiled, continuing to enjoy the lightness of his
being, after that perfect mommy sucking session. The path ahead had
changed for the worse, but he always enjoyed a conquest more when it
was more of a challenge.

For long hours, the shattered Edna Rose, lie abed crying. All lights
in the room remained off, her door only slightly ajar. No outside
shine could penitrate the utter darkness shrouding her. She had
performed the most heinous act upon not only a minor, but her own son!
She wished desperately she could wash the terrible sin from her mouth
and expunge the powerful fluid that swirled in her tummy. Sucking off
a child could ruin his whole life, she believed. If only she hadn't
flaunted her titties at the boy and forced him to suck on them. What
had she been thinking? Was she going mad?

 From outside her darkness, from the other side of her home, the
inconsolable house mother heard a young voice.

"The day was short and night has grown close. All good boys will
return to their beds. The mommy who has loved her son most, must put
out all sadness from her head."

Edna felt the tears drying on her cheeks. She looked towards her
partially shut door. The voice drew closer.

"Seperate we are alone. Together we are one. Two make the best of
homes, whenever love is won."

Two surges, one of hope, the other panic washed through Edna's heart.
It fluttered wildly when her bedroom door creaked open. The child
stood there in the entrance to her private area. Light from the living
room, far behind him, cast his dark shadow upon her. She could not see
his face.

"H-honey, it's time for bed, and you have to sleep on the couch. It's
late. I-I'll see y-you in the m-morning," She stammered. She was so
ashamed of herself! The poor, poor, broken boy!!

This time, he didn't speak. Little Kelly stepped deliberately into the
bedroom. He walked up to the side of his mommy's bed and looked at her
in the pale light cast from far away.

She was still half-naked. Her generous blossoms of rounded tit clung
firmly to her chest. He remembered their taste.

Edna huddled to cover herself. She could see the boy's lower half was
still bare. "P-please, my son, Mommy needs to s-sleep."

"Mommy, you've been crying." He climbed up on the bed covers and
touched her trembling shoulder.

"Honey, go to bed. I beg you. Mommy isn't feeling well."

"I know, Mommy. I want to make you feel better, like you made me feel
better."

"NO!" Edna shouted and collapsed into a tight fetal position.

Kelly crawled over the bed behind his mommy. He kissed her naked back.
Close to her body, he could just make out the zipper on the side of
her skirt. He pulled it down along her thigh. The white of her thick
girdle shined in the soft light.

Edna Rose fell into absolute shock. Her son was trying to undress her!

"Poor little mommy, bundled in fear. A good boy know best when to love
her." He tugged farther open the parted halves of the unzippered
skirt. "Lift up your hips, Mommy."

He knew he had her, when she obeyed.

"No, no! Don't do this to me. It's wrong. I've been so wrong..." Edna
blubbered. He tears had returned. Why, oh why couldn't she fight her
boy's charming voice? She felt his hand beneath her hip, grabbing,
pushing her skirt away from her hips. Then she could feel his hands on
her tight girdle.

"Please, honey! Leave me in my misery. Don't make it worse. You'll
only hurt yourself."

"No Mommy. It's you who are hurting. You need this." The young boy
didn't have to strength to peel the strong undergarment down his
mother's legs. "Help me." He told her.

Awkwardly, Edna released her knees from pressing into her fat titties,
and she helped her son push the shining, heavy material off her hips.
The boy could remove it entirely after that.  Only her cotton panties
remained in place on her body. In the dim light no one could see her
face turn woefully red. "I'm so ashamed."

"No, Mommy, you should be proud." Kelly shucked his own t-shirt. "You
gave me the second most precious thing a mother has to give."

Edna whimpered, knowing full well what her most precious thing was.
"Please, don't. No!"

Kelly reached under his mother's panties and pushed the panel to one
side. He liked it better that way. The young boy's full erection had
returned. Spooning up behind his new mother, he poked his ready cock
between her legs from behind.

"Oh no, son, don't ruin yourself on me!" His mother wailed. She felt
his ample shaft press deep. It's soft head found her still moist
opening and parted its trembling lips. He was inside her. Her good
little boy sank his hard cock into her pussy and sighed happily behind
her. Nothing would stop the flow of her tears. She felt him withdraw,
slowly. A glimmer of hope returned. It was dashed when the strong
prick trust back into her cooperating cunt, harder this time.

"I'm fucking you, Mommy, don't you like it?" His pumping length of
blood engorged flesh stuffed her hot and very wet quim vigorously.

"Yes, my little boy is fucking his awful mommy, and she can't do
anything to stop him, but you mustn't honey! Please stop! I can feel
your boy cock raping in and out of Mommy's hairy old cunt, but you
can't be raping Mommy, because you're too good of a boy to rape me."

"I love you too much to stop. I have to keep fucking my young prick
into your soft, mommy body until I make you my slut again." His hard
shaft plunged harder into his mother's opened cunt. He reached around
her exposed side and felt up her available tit. Her nipple was as hard
as a chestnut. She groaned.

The word, slut, carved itself into Edna's soul. Its terrible truth
could not be denied. She had seduced this child of hers, her only son,
just to fulfill her terrible desires. She had craved to nurse her
little boy and then to suck his nearly hairless cock. It had felt so
good to take her boy's innocence. Now, through her sinful flesh she
would make her son a man. She didn't deserve to be his mommy, but he
was still willing to fuck his rigid tool into her gash so that he
might spend his hot sperm into her womb. Suddenly, her nerves sang
sharp with fright.

"Just promise you won't cum inside, me, honey. You have to pull out of
mommy's wet pussy before you cum. Its your mommy's time to be fertile.
You could make a baby inside me! I only want you to be my baby, okay?"

"Anything, for you Mommy." Kelly agreed aloud. His cock didn't lose a
single beat, humping inside her delicious pussy. Her thick hair
tickled its underside. Her fat thighs gripped his thrusting shaft.
Here it was, once again. He had known from the first, that this
divorced woman was ripe for his seed. It was just one more thing about
his strange talent, to recognize a fertile woman and lose all care for
any mommy he had already knocked up. He had to have her and only her,
until he'd planted a baby in the new mommy's belly.

His one, everlasting regret was that he would never find a mommy for
real and grow up. He'd been seducing new mommies ever since the first
woman had seduced a son, him. Forever after, he had spread his wicked,
incestuous seed across the continents, leaving mommy seducing boy and
girl babies who did grow up, to seduce and fuck their real mommies.

"Son, your prick is making mommy feel so goood!" Edna started babbling
as her cunt suffered more of her son's rapid mother fucking. "I don't
deserve your wonderful cock, honey. Do anything you want to me,
anything! I will be your slut!"

Anger boiled within the eternal boy's soul. He began pounding his hard
cock into this false mommy's dripping cunt! She would be his last
slut, he promised. He would find another, one who could love him for
more than his seductive rhymes and mommy raping cock. He would find
another who would give him a chance to grow up and become a real man.
Her babies would be their babies, not one offspring's future hunting
ground! Upon hearing her groan and moan, anger rammed his fuck wand
into this new, false mommy. A terrible urgency possessed the boy's
fucking. He would blow his seed into this receptacle, this cunt, this
generator of life.

Somewhere, in the world, one would be different. Someone would show
him more sincere love than all of his false mothers before her? There
had to be one who would break his curse! Somewhere, there was the
mommy he should have had in the beginning!

Kelly's balls spun and exploded! Their life giving life blasted up and
out of his prick. He buried it to the hilt with a final, exhausting
heave, in Edna Rose's willing cunt!

"Yes, son, pour your baby making seed in your awful slut mommy! Make
me your whore, your cum bucket. I love you!" Edna shrieked. Hot sperm
filled her and kicked her into a universe of joy larger than she had
ever experienced. She rocked on her son's spitting cock and felt her
cunt explode with ecstasy! "Give me your incestuous child, son! Fill
me with your cum! Knock me up until my belly grows ten times as big!"

Mother and son, united in orgasm and divided by self-loathing, shouted
to the heavens for good.

---

Edna awoke the next morning with the doorbell ringing. She trembled
with fresh delight when she looked across the bed and saw Kelly's
beautiful naked body turned away from her, sleeping. She patted her
flat belly with hope. She could still feel his young juices dripping
inside her sex. Quietly, the deliriously happy mother slipped out of
bed and put on her robe. She wandered serenely to the front door. It
had rung six times already, getting more frantic with each ring. Edna
sighed with whole hearted joy and gently opened it.

"I need to talk with you about your daughter, Edna." It was Lorraine,
looking like she hadn't sleep. "She's been crying all morning. She
said you didn't want her. Your note said, 'keep her'. I assumed you
meant for the night.

Maybe it was time to move to the other side of town, Edna wondered.
The neighbors here sure were strange, she decided. She answered her
confused neighbor politely, "I'm sorry, Lorraine, but I don't have a
daughter. You know that. I have a little boy, named Kelly."


The End

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