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Chapter 951 - NEEDY MOTHER, GREEDY SON

There we were, Lynn and I in my bed, when mother unexpectedly broke into my room. My cock was up Lynn's delicious ass and fucking her like the slut she was. All the while mother was shouting about what a nasty thing we were doing. God, I was only screwing her ass, and a fine piece of ass it was. I guess I need to tell you how this all came about or you'll never make a bit of sense of it.

It all began when I was about 7-years old and my father turned his back on mother sexually and began taking up with younger women working in his banks. He was a master at investing in the market and had inherited six banks in Southern California from Grandfather. Never the less, he was a total failure when it came to his marriage to mother and fatherly love for me, his son.

I was an only child in their marriage. When my father turned his back on her and ignored my mother's sexual needs, she turned her attention to her son. She smothered me with affection and began spoiling me with worldly gifts that went far beyond the norm.

I wasn't complaining mind you. Mother was a beautiful lady possessing all the skills of an old fashioned homemaker. She was an excellent cook and although she could afford a maid and a butler, she opted to run her home without any outside assistance. Dad wanted to purchase a mansion in Beverly Hills. Mom insisted on our living as a family in a more traditional Craftsman/Mission style home in South Pasadena. It was rather large but not the big mansion my father wanted. He traded mom in for some of the younger guim working in his banks and eager to trade their youthful flesh with an older man in an attempt to sleep their way up the corporate ladder. He discreetly boned them in a secluded hide-away Log Cabin in Big Bear which somewhat took the place of his missing mansion. Poor girls, not one of them ever anything other getting tied up, whipped and boned by dad (but that's another story).

Mom filled our home with tasteful and expensive hand woven Persian Carpets, Tiffany Lamps, Dirk Van Erp table lamps of hammered copper bases with warm, orange lamp shades of translucent, glowing mica. She lavished expensive toys on me to the point of embarrassment. As a spoiled child I had expensive train sets, a pony, bicycles from England and such. When I got older she gave me expensive jewelry and hand embroidered silk shirts. She even bought me a Lamborghini when I graduated High School. I'm afraid it all had the combined effect of creating a very spoiled child who grew up being very needy when it came to the finer things in life.

I went on to USC where a clever, manipulative kid with rich, dotting parents could literally buy his way through enough classes to graduate. My father gave a large Grant to the school. That Grant along with purchased term papers, private tutoring, and even cribbed test scores from some of my own professor's, insured I made the grades to graduate with nothing more than a minimum of work on my part.

Upon dad's death I became the President of our chain of banks with an annual personal income of seven figures. Yes, I had it made except for one thing. I was a loser in love. I take it back; I didn't really know what it was to love another. I was just too in love with myself. (But I digress.)

With all the pussy money could buy, I had no need for a lasting close personal relationship with any woman for two simple reasons. One, I didn't' have the patience to stick around and develop a quality relationship (too spoiled for sure). The other was, I was plain ol' selfish. Find 'em, feel 'em, fuck 'em and forget them were my mantra. Hell, most of the beautiful women I fucked came knocking on my door begging for my cock and my money. I became a dedicated cynic of women. I learned to used and abuse them before they could use me. As soon as they showed the least little hint of being a needy, gold-digging bitch, I dumped their sorry asses and picked another new squeeze for a limited ride on the 'Larry-big-dick-Express'.

Besides, I ask you? Just how many beautiful women can a rich young guy like me fuck as I traveled from home to abroad and back again. It had all became a routine, lackluster way of life. My life just didn't have much of a challenge to it. Other than flying my Mooney (which really was better than sex) and going to Vegas and rolling the dice or catching the races at Santa Anita or flying to San Francisco's Golden Gate track...life was an otherwise fucking boor. Thank god for Vegas, the ponies, and a great airplane that allowed me to escape anywhere I so desired at a moment's notice!

Yeah, it was all so superficial. I had all the pussy I could use, but very little of the pussy ever gave anything back. You know your life is getting dreary when even a fantastic looking pussy was not all that much in holding one's interest. As I said before, after fucking a couple of hundred women who only seemed interested in my money, it started wearing more than a bit tiresome. Then it happened!

Approximately a year after father passed away, I got way too drunk and brought a fashion model home and banged the living shit out of her. Yes, I was living at home because my mother feared being left all alone and therefore was constantly in need of my 'being there for her'. I didn't realize justhow badit was for her and justhow needyshe really was. We had always been close. But I also didn't realize how spiritually and psychologically close we had become over many years were until that fateful night, or I should say, the morning after. I was about to discover how an needy mother and greedy (spoiled son) could be abnormally close without knowing it.

Lynn (the beautiful model in my bed and a primo, Grade A piece of ass) awoke me with a wet sloppy blowjob. Not only was she a fashion model...all the guys who had dated her agreed on two sexual specialties she possessed. It was how absolutely crazy and wonderfully gifted she was in 'sword swallowing' a man's penis, she could take any size cock up her ass in the most unusual way!

Seems like lovely Lynn only got off when a big cock was shoved up her Hershey Highway and she was fucked, down, and dirty like a common whore. It was said there was nothing too kinky for her and nothing she wouldn't try in bed as long as she got some big hard dick up her poop chute. Furthermore it was said that she had trained her tight little brownie to wink from tightly shut to wide openon demand...as easily as her beautiful throat could swallow that same huge piece of man meat down her gullet then finish off a full load of warm cum without so much as a single gag reflex. Now that was something to desire trying out!

Well my fat prick was standing at full attention from Lynn's ministrations. I was now wide-awake as she lathered her wet tongue up and down my pulsating shaft. She had a talented mouth all right. She licked around my nutsack and started sucking on my hairy balls. Damn I was building a massive load of cum for this sexy broad. As foretold, she gave me a first-hand demonstration of her oral talents by easily inserting the fat head of my cock into her sexy damn mouth and swallowing it immediately into the back of her throat. Pausing for a few brief seconds (god I could see her throat open like a cobra swallowing a fat weasel) she then worked her pursing lips and muscular throat to succeed in taking all of my fuck stick clear down to my balls.Just how did the girl do it?

Then by god, and much to my further amazement, she started tonguing my balls and milking them with her lips all the way to my pubes. Holy shit...she was better at oral sex than any woman I had ever slept with.

She put her arms limply out to the side, relaxed her throat, and allowed me to fuck her face as if she were getting as much pleasure out of it as I was. Not only did she have a beautiful face to fuck, she was allowing me to pound her throat. As I said before,just how did the girl do it?

Obviously she was proud of her talents and loved using them to her advantage. I tell you, I was damn close to blowing my wad when she slowly extracted my rod from her throat, smiled sweetly and said, "What would you rather do baby, cum in my mouth or in my ass?"

This girl certainly knew how to give a quy a great choicedidn't she?

"With a knowing smile, I said, "If you think you can handle it baby, I would love taking your beautiful ass and giving it a proper fuck."

"Well my darling, then why don't you just shove that big hard cock of yours up my tight little ass and make me scream." I had no idea that she really meant...SCREAM!Holy shit was she about to cause a shit storm of trouble between mother and I.

Yep, just like I had heard from my good buddies, she was ready to have her ass slammed! And my cock liked nothing better than the tight feel of a woman's pooper-ring squeezing the hell out of my fat bat.

She swung around without another word and got on her dutiful knees, sticking that perfect heart shaped, fashion model's ass way high up in the air. Her pink, oozing wet slit looked delicious and inviting...hell I almost liked eating pussy as much as gambling and flying. But it was her tight brownie that was calling out to me..."stuff me, fuck me, Larry." I couldn't resist prying that ass open to see just how good her junk in the trunk really was. Could she be the girl I had been searching for? She was a beauty, had a great body, gave fantastic head, maybe she could be the one. Only one way to find out and that was to take the sexy bitch's ass on a cock slamming test drive with my fat pecker all the way balls deep up her tight little Hershey Highway!

I dropped a big gob of spittle on her anal ring, grabbed a hold of her beautiful hips and guided my saliva slickened cockhead to the target. From her soft sexy shoulders, down her beautifully arched back, and all the way past the long valley of her supple spine...she was indeed an inspiring view of womanhood. Her ass flared out from her narrow waist to a perfect heart shape and her long shapely legs went on forever! Yeah she was a young pretty piece of poontang all right. Time to harpoon her beautiful fanny and do some slapping of my hairy balls on her bald, swollen pussy!

As soon as my cock touched her little butt hole, she began opening it up so unbelievably easy. No doubt about it, this chick had a lot of practice taking hard cock up her back door. The head of my prick was really a fucking huge spear-shaped mushroom (not bragging friend...just a fact). And brother it wasn't easy for most women to take me up their pussies the first time, more or less up their back alleys. Lynn's ass on the other hand was like the shutter of an expensive german camera. As soon as she felt my cock touch her little ass muscle, snap, zzzzzz, click, I was inside and it snapped back down forming a tight seal of perfect ass squeezing sphincter around my dick. Snapping pussy was a common joke. Lynn's snapping brownie was in fact a 'Snapper'.

"Ungggh!"...I easily drove it further down her hungry hole.

Her ass sucked my cock inside her warm, tight, anal cavity almost as easily as her mouth had taken my cock down her throat. Shit, her ass was so tight and foxy. Then she started shifting her gears and putting the pedal to the metal. I really didn't have to do a thing because her ass started humping and fucking my cock like a lady possessed (which obviously she was).

What a feeling and what a sight before my eyes as I plowed my cock into this rump pumping, fashion model's horny ass. I didn't know it at the time, but I was about to go down in flames!

Seemed like Lynn was a true screamer when her ass got extra hot. Somebody had failed to mention she liked to scream nasty vocals during her rectal recitals! My big wide cockhead had stretched her ass tunnel to the very limit. I pulled back to the outside edge of her entry and to see her anal ring flexing in and out like a toilet plunger tightly sucking the bowl. All it was missing was the suck, suck, sound of the plunger.

Wow, her ass hole was a wondrous, rubbery, flexy-looking thing. Her sphincter was so tightly clamped about my cockhead I could pull all the way back the very rim of her brownie without her allowing me to exit. The way she clamped her tight hole around my cockhead, it forsure told me I was not about to get loose from the bitch's ass until she was satiated and was fucking ready to let it go. Her shitter was in total control of my cock!

That's the moment it began to happening...and the proverbial shit was about to hit the fan! All of a sudden, Lynn started shrieking.I mean fucking shrieking! The horny bitch was cumming harder than a freight train. She rocked her head all the way back, opened her big mouth, and began yelling...

"Fuck me Larry, fuck my horny ass! Yeah baby, bang my dirty little shit hole with your big fat cock! Ummm...oh yeah...pound my ass royal! God damn it...give it to me harder you fucking stud. Spank me...hurt me bad...make me cum you son of a fucking bitch!" She was a god damn banshee, trying to wake the dead!

Her screams brought my mother out of the kitchen and right through my bedroom door. Up to this very moment, mom had always treated my privacy with the greatest respect. But then again, up until now, I had always bedded my babes at our Malibu Cottage. Hearing a strange female screaming dirty words from my room must have caused her a great deal of angst. Mother and I also were about to discover some interesting things about both our mutual psyches. Son/mother/lust/incest...it was about to become a dirty novel (or beautiful...depending on your personal perspective).

As the door swung open, there stood momma surveying the nasty scene of her son's cock doing the 'ol' in and out' inside a gorgeous piece of female ass! It must have been some sight indeed from her motherly perspective.

"Just what in the name of god is going on in my house. Oh my god, Larry Lee Everett! What are you doing with your...your, thingy inside that woman's ass? And you, young lady, get off my son's...my son's penis. You little dirty whore...get your nasty ass of my son's penis. You're nothing but a common piece of trash. Look at you, screwing him with your dirty butt hole. You little bitch of a pig. Get off my son's penis and get your cloths on. And get out of my house this very instant!"

Wow, mom had really come unglued. She said a lot more that I can't remember exactly, but that was the gist of her anger. Problem was, between my hangover and Lynn's lack of inhibitions (while at the same time being in a delirium of fucking cum lust) she and I were slow to disengage. Besides, anatomically speaking, between Lynn's tight hole and my spear-shaped cockhead trying to get out, was somewhat like a fish trying to shake a barbed hook out of its mouth. She was painfully squeezing my cock head in a very unusual place. Mom's yelling didn't help either. It had the effect of causing Lynn to squeeze down all the harder on my cock. We indeed were like two dogs glued together in a canine fuck. Her tight little ass had a choke hold on my large mushroom cockhead. It wasn't until she almost shit from shear fright of my mothers final command to get out, that she literally pooped me out of her asshole. I'd heard of having the shit scared out of you, but until now, I never knew a scared girl could shit a cock out her hole. Under other circumstances it could have been funny. But, in front of my hysterical mother...oh fuck, it was anything but humorous!

The bedcovers had been scattered about the floor, so both our naked bodies were over exposed to mother's glaring view. It took several seconds before we succeeded in grabbing pillows and part of a bed sheet to cover our naked bodies from mom's lurid stare. Yeah, mom really had a good, long look at her son's cock buried up Lynn's butt all right.

She also could see that Lynn was one, long legged, sexy beauty of a woman. My cock was still fully erect with a boner that bounced in a rude, throbbing pulse towards the ceiling. This entire scene was somehow more erotic than a normally interrupted simple fuck. There were Lynn, my mother, my hard cock...I was beginning to have some very unusual stirrings of lust. And some of it was due to mother's presence seeing me fuck another woman.

She should have been pissed at only me for my lack of respect and indiscretion. Instead she was pissed at the other woman for fucking her son...wow...that really got my attention. Later in the shower I replayed the scene and got sexually aroused again. Only this time, my big boner was the result of incestuous thoughts about mother. This was a new feeling altogether that somehow fit into my many sexual 'Oedipus Rex' fantasies I had of mother as a pubescent young boy. I had beat my meat many a time, thinking about mother's long legs and sexy ass. Hadn't I often gone into her dresser drawers and taken out some silky panties that knew would soon be cradeling her wonderful fragrant pussy. Hadn't I often jacked off using those same panties as though they were really silken fingers belonging to mother stroking my cock into a body racking cum. Oh fuck, the memories came racing back.

More than once I had wet dreams, as a young kid, dreaming I was fucking mom's pussy and sucking on her hard nipples only to wake up in a pool of cum. It was all very confusing at the time. Later in college, I learned that such feelings and dreams were very common on both the part of a son for his mother and a mother for her son.

One time she had touched my leg while driving and ran her hand up very close to my crotch. I opened my legs wanting more but she finally removed it as if nothing had happened at all.

Another time we were at the beach and she asked me to put sun lotion on her back and legs. I worked my way slowly from her ankles to her the inside of her sexy open thighs and saw a bit of curly red hair peek out from the crotch her swimsuit. I touched her pussy for a brief moment or two and got so turned on I came in my pants. She pretended to be asleep, but I knew she had given me permission to touch her there. At the time I thought it might be her way of letting get close to a woman's pussy but... now I know there was a lot more to her motherly thoughts about her desires towards her son.

The last time was only about 6 months before father's heart attack. We had been watching a late movie on TV. She had gone to sleep with her head on a pillow over my lap (or so I thought she was asleep). Then ever so casually she put her hand under the pillow and onto my crotch as though in a deep sleep dreaming of dad. It was very erotic in the dark of the den with the flickering TV glowing on our faces. My cock hardened as her fingers caressed my boner so lovingly.

She moved her hand way for a few moments so I took the opportunity to unzip my pants and pull out just the tip of my cock to see what she would do...if any thing. Well, in a short time, her hand once again returned to my crotch and she surely felt the shaft of my hard naked penis. Moving her hand up, around, and over the tip of my cock she began rubbing her thumb over the slickened piss head as my pre-cum slowly oozed out coating her fingers and my cock. I was getting all slippery from mother's sleep-stroking. I worked hard not to blast a shot of jizz into the pillow and on mom's hand.

After thinking about what I too might get away with, I also pretended to sleep...snooring just loud enough for mommy to hear (in the event she was awake as I suspected).

Casually I dropped my hand on to her breast and gently squeezed her firm titty. She started moaning, again as if asleep. "Ummm daddy (her name for father on the rare occassions they got close). Ummm daddy that feels so good."I put my hand under her blouse and placed it onto her pointy nubs and she said, "Oh daddy put your big hand down my panties and rub my pussy."

I pretended we both were having the same dream. Using my girl friends name I mumbled as if asleep and said, "Sally what was that you said, you want me to rub your pussy."

Mom said, "Yes daddy, put your big fingers in your little girls pussy."

I lifted moms dress as if in a dream-like hypnotic state, and snored a bit louder. I peeked out and saw moms naked waist and dark furry snatch below. She wasn't wearing panties by gads. I slipped my hand over her taught stomach and slowly slid further down her to her furry crevice. Her stomach quivered from anticipation as my fingers tickelled their down and into her hairy beaver.

"Oh daddy, finger fuck your little girl...please."

"Ok salley, open wide for your baby's fat finger."

I slowly put my long middle finger up her wet gooey hole and she started jacking my cock ever so nicely. We did this until I started moving my hips...shit I was trying so hard not to cum but mother was almost milking it out my cock. I was loosing all control of my prick and filling balls.

Momma also was loosing it and humped my finger once or twice and then must have decided that it had gone way too far (or really woken up...which I very much doubt). Then...

As if none of it had ever happened, she jumped up and said, "Oh,wow,honey I must have really dozed off. Mommy's really tired, 'night." She scurried off to her room never looking back or giving me the usual peck on the cheek.

My cock was slimmy with pre-cum so I knew her fingers had to be coated with my slippery cock sauce. My middle finger like-wise had her pussy juices on it. I just bet she did what I did and tasted her son's liquid at the same time I was smelling and licking my finger clean of momma's syrypy pussy juice.

A few minutes later I quietly crept to the doorway of her bedroom and saw she had left the door ajar. I could see her furiously masturbating under the covers and moaning at the need for sexual release. As she came in a quite trembling look moan, I jacked off standing at the door (still watching mother cum) and shot a huge wad in my handkerchief. I dropped the wet kerchief just outside her door so she would know exactly what I had done. The next morning when I walked past her room for breakfast I saw it had been picked up. She never said a word about it, or gave any indication of what we both knew had done that pervious night.

Back to what was happening in the present here and now with Lynn:

Mom turned and slammed the door harder than I ever heard. I told Lynn to get dressed and not say a word to mother when leaving. As Lynn dashed out my door she said, "I'll be in your car waiting baby...sorry for creating a storm with your mother."

I, on the other hand, did the sensible thing and called a cab to take Lynn home. I needed to smooth mom's ruffled feathers and try and explain how all this had come about. Knowing I had some time before the cab arrived, I did the reasonable thing, and took a nice soothing hot shower (mentioned earlier) so as to calm my jangled nerves and sober up a wee bit more. It was there while in the shower and watching my cock harden once again over what had taken place between her/Lynn/and I that I made a plan to confront mother and get this settled once and for all. It was obvious to me that she and I both had been in denial of our emotions for way too long for a long. My god...I wanted to actually bone my own mum and I bet she was madly craving a good fucking from her son at the same time!

Mulling this all over, I took extra time in donning on my silk robe, ascot scarf, and slippers. Taking some cash from my wallet I slipped it in my robe for Lynn and the cabby. Then I poured a Vodka Bloody Mary from the wet bar in the adjacent den...just to smooth out the ol' brain cells mind you, before venturing outside to assist Lynn into the arriving cab. My timing was superb. The cab was on schedule, and I was once again in charge of the moment.

"You understand Lynn, I need to set things right with my ol' mum and all. Here take the last of my Bloody Mary for the trip home. Oh yes (reaching into my dressing gown), here's a hundred for you and fifty for the cabby. I'll call you tonight ok sweets?"

You and I both know I had no intention of calling Lynn 'The Screamer' ever again. After word got out about our escapade, I knew some little needy bitch within our crowd would hear all about it and contact me to console poor ol' spoiled Larry, telling me all about how terribly Lynn had acted in front of my dear ol' mum. Yes, life was still good and all...that is except how my mother might be taking all of this.

I entered the kitchen and sat down at the table. Mom didn't even look at me or acknowledge my presence. She just kept her back to me while facing the sink in a stone cold silence. I tried to break the ice with a bit of a quip, "What, no coffee for your little Lawrence, eh? Come mummsy, sit on my lap and tell me what a bad little boy I've been.

Oh, shit was I ever in the doghouse. She turned around and glared at me with tear stained cheeks. "This is worst thing you've ever done to me son. You stabbed me in the back bringing that harlot into my home. Not only did you take her to your bed without asking how that might make me feel...you actually let that pig put your big thing up her nasty butt. Why, I never...Larry, what on earth were you thinking. I don't think I will ever get the sight of you two out of my head!"

Mom started shivering all over. I thought she was going to go into total shock. She was hyperventilating and her face began turning red as a beet.

"Mom, I'm so sorry." Like the spoiled shit I was, I knew it would be to my advantage to lay the blame elsewhere. So, taking mom's lead I said...

"Mom, she got me drunk by ordering Drambui's, first one and then another. You know what straight shots of Dambui's do to me. Next thing I know, I'm too drunk to drive. So the conniving bitch drove me home and I must have passed out on the bed. Next thing I know, I woke up stripped naked in my bed with a set of knockers on my chest, Lynn's quim in my face and my willie down her throat. Mom, she took advantage of my condition. I think she staged the whole thing to try and trap me or get some money from us. Why else would she put my penis in her...you know...in her...

"Yes, go ahead and say it. (Mom was spitting the words out in disgust.) Up her dirty, wicked ass hole! That's what you meant isn't it?"

"I think you are right mother. The conniving little bitch obviously planned all of this."

I could tell she was settling back to her normal, calm self. She was breathing much better as well.

"Don't you think we should call our attorney and have a meeting so we can possibly avoid a lawsuit. Or worse yet, bad publicity for the bank. Oh, you poor boy. Tell mother just what is going on in your life that could cause you such problems. Darling what can I do to help you get back on track and stop this nonsense?"

Perfect, I had pulled my fat out of the fire once again. I was a spoiled shit, but one would have to recognize I was very cleaver. Wouldn't one?

Mother poured me a black coffee and started to sit down at the table.

"Please mother, come and sit here on my lap. There's something more important now than a stupid photographer's model to discuss. It's about you and I and our special feelings for each other."

Mother sat down on my lap and put her consoling arm around my shoulder. "Oh, a model huh? Exactly what kind of a model is she Larry dear? And just what kind of special feelings do you mean about us?" (Mom was cagey all right.)

Mother was curious and from the tone of her voice and I could tell she was more than a little jealous to boot. I kept casting the line, and mom kept taking the bait. Mom was smart though and I did think it more than possible that it was I who was getting set up. Either way...one or both of us was now playing a very nice game of cat and mouse...here pussy, pussy! May be it was the mouse that would eat some pussy?

"Well, Lynn's what some would call a high fashion model. She works all about Europe, New York to Paris, you know...for some of the big high-end houses of fashion and all the famous designers. They love the way she shows off their fashions. She's been on several covers of fashion magazines. I know you must have seen her, although I'm sure she never appeared on the cover like she looked this morning, eh mother?" (She gave a tiny chuckle at the thought.)

"Oh, her name is Lynn is it?" She put her finger under my chin and looked me in the eye.

"Did you like what Lynn was doing for you? You are so like your father. I should have done so much more for him and now it's too late. What do you need honey...what could mother do that would keep that kind of tramp from getting you into a mess and ruin your entire life?"

I knew very well what mother could do, and so did she. It was getting more and more out into the open. I ignored the first part of her question and pressed her buttons for the second.

"Roger...you know Roger Livingston...the son of Mildred Livingston...we met them last Spring in Hyannis Port after father's funeral. Well he's the own who introduced us at the Malibu Yacht Club last night. I thought she was a nice girl. She seemed so proper and all. I had no idea she was a tramp after my money and maybe knowing she could piss off my mother. The bitch must have heard you in the kitchen getting the morning coffee ready."

"Honey, you're absolutely right. She knew all along that she was going to create some hell between you and I. Well, I don't like what I saw. She's not innocent but neither are you. Why would you ever do such a thing? Don't I make you happy and give you everything you want? Don't I honey (she cooed)?"

Here's where my story really takes a perverted twist that you may find hard to believe. But believe it or not, it's true. I had now come to terms knowing I lusted for mother and was sure she felt the same. My cock was beginning to harden with all this bullshit. After all I had a huge load building for Lynn's ass and it had continued to grow all morning. I had too much jizz swirling around in my painful balls aching for final release.

I needed to test the water for both our sakes, find out exactly what we mutually felt for each other above and beyond the average mother/son relationship and then fuck mummy or get with Lynn and finish her ass.

I took a hold of mom's hand around my shoulder and slipped it down and just under my dressing gown. The same time, I distracted her with another question.

"You asked if you have given me everything I want. And you also asked what you could do for me to keep me from such a woman as Lynn and ruin my life. Before I answer, will you honestly tell me exactly what you were thinking...and feeling...when you saw Lynn and I having sex this morning?"

As she began answering she started gently caressing my hairy chest with her polished nails in a very sexual way. "Oh my, Larry...oh my...I've been thinking about all that even before you came into the kitchen. I was...well I'm...(a very long pause took place, all the while her fingers moving over my chest and onto my right nipple causing it to peak)...I was jealous that she was doing such a dirty thing with you. I know it sounds all wrong, but I...oh honey I really can't say it."

I kissed my mothers lips with more than a son's normal kiss of his mother. She melted into my arms and sighed. "Oh darling, I think you know what I was thinking don't you sweety. Won't you say it for me?"

"You mean you wanted it to be you making love to me instead of her?"

I had a raging boner now that began poking up between mother's legs. I stood her up for just a moment and lifted her skirt before sitting her back down. This allowed my cock to touch her naked thighs between her sexy legs. And the good thing was, she let me lift her skirt and position her exactly so without so much as a raised eyebrow. Her hand reached down and rubbed my sensitive cock against the skin of her thigh. Shit I knew then I really was going to fuck my mother after all!

I should point out that mother is a beautiful, sophisticated lady of just 20-years my senior. Long legged, tall, and slender with curvy hips. She is the epitome of looks and breeding. Her small breasts were still quite firm for her age. Small boobs that appeared to be maybe 32 A's but also very pouty nipples that constantly pushed outward through the confines of her bra and blouses as if trying to escape. And when she went without a bra (which was more often than not) they stood brazenly out. I often kidded her, "is it cold out today mother, or are you just thinking about me?"

Only last month I had seen her reflection in the mirror as she come out of the shower when I entered her room to get one of dad's ties. She didn't see me for the longest time and I got a really good look of her hairy pussy, flat stomach, and slender long legs. Just the way I like 'em. Her shoulders were framed by her long silken red hair and her backside and ass were very curvy indeed!

Thinking back now, I remember her saying, "How long have you been looking at me you naughty boy? Do you like what you see?"

And I also thought at the time, how strange that she was so very slow to reach out and cover herself with a towel. My mother had posed for a moment to show off her body to me...hmmm...now it all was making sense when put in context with all our prior casual touching over the years. Back to the earlier question of the morning though. I repeated it as she still had her hand on my penis as if it were and ordinary thing between us.

I repeated my statement again. "Answer me mother, admit it...you wanted it to be you making love to me instead of her. Say it!"

Again a long pause by mother and a further stroking of my cock. She looked me directly in the eye and finally spoke.

"Worse than that darling is what I've been thinking and feeling ever since I saw you two together like that. I got so jealous seeing you have sex with another woman. I knew I had wrong feelings toward you, but this...oh god. What you were doing made me realize I wanted it to be me in your bed instead of her. Yes...I wanted you to be inside of me instead of that hussy. Oh Larry darling, call Dr. Henderson and make an appointment. I'm sick with shame for my feelings. It's so wrong.

"Mother, I think that is pure bull hockey. I believe it's time you and I got to the heart of all this nonsense. I've been lusting after you for years. You have tried my patience to the point of no return. Finally I understand what my problem is with all my prior relationships...I'm in love with my mother. And you, why want to be in my bed and make me happy just as much, right?" She smiled and nodded in the affirmative.

Taking the lead, I stood her up and put my arms around her. My pecker was sticking straight out of my robe. I guided it between her thighs. Pulling her panties aside, I pushed further under her silken pussy lips and pulled her close. Her wet, puffy, pussy fit nicely over my shaft as I hugged her tightly and kissed her lips with fervor.

I lifted her skirt higher so I could put my hands on her ass. She in turn, slipped my robe from my shoulders leaving only the ascot around my neck.

I walked her to my room in silence and laid her on my bed. Then removing my ascot, I put it over her mouth and between her teeth causing her luscious lips to wrap around it as though it were my cock and her lips mouthing my shaft as she though was nibble on a cob of corn. She looked lovingly at me as I tied it behind her head and said, "I've already had one screaming bitch in my bed this morning, this may remind you to keep quite. We don't want the neighbor's banging on our door do we mother?"

Mummy nodded in the affirmative knowing what was coming next.

I spread her legs wide, lifted her knees as I slipped quickly between her thighs with my ramped, wicked, incestuous cock. It was so like my wet dreams as a young man. Only this time she made it better than a mere dream. As I entered her tight beaver she lifted her hips and grunted, "Oh god Larry, your making love to your own mother...oh, god, oh god! Yes...baby come inside your naughty mum."

My fat cock was ever so tight trying to invade mother's sweet, unused pussy. Bu mother's pussy had obviously become very well lubricated knowing it was about to get fucked by her son's big cock because...after just one brief moment of pushing I slipped into her wet, warm, cunny with my now, mother-fucking cock.

She grunted..."oh baby, please be gentle you're so big down there and it's been so long since I had a man inside me."

"Relax mother, I'm going to take all of your pussy, as well as all your loving heart, and give you what you have been craving all these many years from your son."

Hearing my words of lust and love, she relaxed a bit and her tight, narrow cunny opened up allowing me to fully penetrate her completely.

"God baby you feel so good in mommy's pussy. So...fucking...good. Honey don't hold back, fuck me like you were fucking that tramp this morning! (I knew she meant pussy only...but it was a hell of a thought taking mother's sweet ass. I would give that some attention at a later time.)

Her head was now all the way back into my pillow and her hips starting to move to my surging cock as I began seriously fucking my own sweet mother. It would have been so wrong earlier, yet now it was so perfectly right.

As we mutually share our naked bodies with each other, she lifted her long legs and wrapped them around my waist pulling me deeper into her depths. My throbbing fat cock drove all the way home to mommy's insides as I pushed her down hard into my bed

Finally, I was really completely at home inside my mother. She was moaning and crying at the same time and I knew she would always welcome her son into her warm and safe cunny. Yes, the woman of my dreams was milking my cock with her pussy as we each gave the wonderful gift of sexual release as only we two could give one to another.

Mother began quivering and shaking at the same exact moment I forcefully began shooting a huge load of my warm seed deep into her womb. First, father had created a son with his seed inside mother. Now, I was planting a son's loving seed in her pussy that would create and consummate our perfect union.

Today in South Pasadena there was one needy but satisfied mother, one greedy but loving son, and one very happy home for both of us to live within.