12 comments/ 270999 views/ 23 favorites A Night at the Livermoore Inn Ch. 01 By: Stardog Champion The heater was barely working, the two front tires were balding and Adam cringed each time the wiper blades grinded across the windshield just knowing they would stop before the next rotation. The transmission wasn't making the happiest noise in the world either each time his Mother shifted gears as they drove west out of Fargo on Interstate 94. At least Ellen Cabbell's car was running. Adam's was still sitting in his dorm's parking lot back at North Dakota St., broken down and waiting for him to make enough money to get it to a garage. It was part of the reason he was headed back home to Jamestown with his Mom for Spring Break rather than joining a few of his friends in Cancun. The sliver of selfish adolescence that remained inside Adam made him want to ask his Mother several weeks earlier if he could barrow some money to make the trip to Mexico. But as he rode in her barely running Camry through the falling late Winter slush accumulating on the Interstate, he'd matured enough to know she was still struggling herself just to make due. Adam never knew his Father, really never had mustered the courage to dig all that up with his Mom. Ellen had been 19 when she got pregnant and it wasn't long before the guy she was seeing had left town. Those were the days before DNA tests and frankly, at that time of her life, Ellen wasn't completely sure who the Father was. While she didn't consider herself 'loose', she was involved with a couple of guys in the timeframe Adam was conceived. When Adam was born, from how he looked, Ellen was pretty sure she knew who the real father was. But by then she'd made the decision to pull herself up by the boot straps and make a go of parenthood herself without complicating Adam's life any further with a Father who didn't want to be there. Even as she drove down the highway that evening, out of the corner of her eye Ellen could see Adam's profile as he sat there and that combined with the sound of his voice, she shivered in private amazement of just how much he reminded her of Adam's Dad at nearly the same age when she was with him. The two continued a steady dialogue as they drove on until the occasional pitter pat of sleet hitting the windshield grew too incessant to ignore. The stark North Dakota plains landscape was still covered with its usual late Winter snowcap and as the evening dusk gave way to darkness, it was clear Ellen and Adam were driving straight into the oncoming storm. "Why didn't I just go to Cancun?" Adam jeered as the gravity of their situation started to creep in. "Guess we probably should stop for the night and let the storm pass," Ellen admitted begrudgingly, knowing her car wasn't equipped to handle the weather that lie ahead, a fact that was reinforced several times by the tractor trailers whizzing by at 80 plus and covering them with slush. "Let's start looking for some motels Adam...the traffic is already starting to thin out. Finding a vacancy's gonna be tougher with the weather the later it gets," Ellen said, knowing the lodging options would be few over the remote stretch of highway between Fargo and Jamestown. Money had always been a sensitive subject growing up and even though he never went to bed hungry or cold, it was quite often a tight squeeze financially. From the shape his Mom's car was in, Adam guessed correctly that helping him with his tuition had put a serious strain on her pursestrings. Trying to think of how much cash he had in his wallet, Adam was going to suggest paying for the motel room when they stopped but he kept the offer to himself when he remembered only having about 12 bucks in it the last time he looked. "Let's try to find a place a little out of the way...all the chain places along the highway will be twice as much as a 'mom and pop' place," Ellen suggested, her knuckles more than a little white now as she gripped the wheel, fighting the elements covering the road. "I've got a credit card I keep around for emergencies...I guess this qualifies," Ellen added, relieving some of the angst she could sense coming from her Son. "The next turnoff leads to that Indian reservation...there should be some old places along the way." _____________________________________ The Livermoore Inn wasn't the Ritz-Carlton. Motel 6 either. But it was a roof over their heads out of the blustery wintery mix that had settled over the area. Stepping into their room, both Ellen and Adam commented on how strange it felt checking into a motel without any luggage. The only extra clothes either had was the basket of dirty laundry Adam had brought back from school to wash when he got home. "I don't guess they have room service," Adam quipped, taking a look around the room and the way the dingy wallpaper warped in several places on the walls. "I don't think so," his Mom replied. "The old lady at the desk said there were a couple of diners down about 2 miles or so but I don't feel like going back out in that stuff...the places might close up early anyway. Here...here's the bag of Doritos I brought in from the car." The two tried their best to settle into such a cramped space. Thankfully they'd stopped soon enough to get one of the rooms with double beds but unfortunately the room was located at the far northwest corner of the motel and its thin, rickety walls took the brunt of wind from the incoming storm. The heater in the room 122 did work, barely, but at least the toilet did flush and there was lukewarm water in the bathroom sink. The blankets on the bed did look relatively clean but neither Ellen or her Son wanted to be the first one to peel the covers back to see what waited beneath. An avid reader, Ellen always kept a couple of books in her purse to read when situations allowed so she was more than content to pass the evening propped up under the covers catching up on one of her romance novels. Adam on the other hand flipped on the tv but there wasn't much to choose from. The motel didn't have cable and the few channels he could pick up on the antenna were fuzzy at best considering the weather outside. Exhausted anyway, Adam decided to just crawl under the sheets and call it a day. Seeing his Mom was off in her own little world reading under the dim light of the lamp on the nightstand between the beds, Adam stripped down to his teeshirt and boxers, peeled the blanket back and crawled in bed. Pulling the covers tight over his head, Adam spent a couple of seconds trying to build up some frictional heat until the chill in his bones steadily disappeared. It wasn't until he was about three quarters of the way asleep that a long forgotten memory filtered back to him. Adam couldn't have been more than 7 or 8 at the time in a circumstance eerily similar to the one he and his Mom had found themselves in that night. It had been Thanksgiving night all those years earlier and they were making the three hour trip home from visiting his Grandparents for the holiday when their car had blown a tire. Pulled over on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, it wasn't long until the late Autumn chill had taken its toll. In those days before cellphones and without the muscle or equipment to fix the flat, Ellen decided it would be safer to huddle together in the car under several blankets and wait for help than to walk aimlessly to the next town. It was nearly an hour before someone finally pulled over and stopped to help. Young Adam just knew it was going to be a chainsaw killer that pulled up behind them and with the bright headlights flooding the interior of his Mother's car, he huddled even closer to her knowing he was about to meet his maker. "Its gonna be fine," Adam remembered her telling him before giving him a confident hug. It still didn't prevent Adam's spine from turning to jelly when he heard the loud creak of the pickup truck door opening in the vehicle behind them and the slow trod of approaching footsteps on the ground outside. Adam was nearly afraid to look as the man's towering shadow enveloped the interior of the car. He could hear his Mom rolling down her window and waited there silently beside her as she told the gentleman what had happened. It took a few moments, but listening to the man's calm, friendly voice and hearing his own Mother's apparent ease talking to the stranger, Adam was able to look up and make brief eye contact. At some point the man who'd stopped to help, who had also been driving for awhile and was thinking about stopping for the night himself, offered to drive Ellen and her Son up to the next motel then come back the next morning to fix the flat for them. Adam remembered through the blur of that evening his Mother trying to pay for the man's room once they got up to the motel. Finances weren't that great now for his Mom but back then she barely had a penny to her name, but she was insistent. Sitting in the lobby waiting for them to check in, Adam could picture the stranger and his Mom going back and forth in a friendly way about who was going to pay and even though to this day he never knew exactly who won, he did remember seeing out of the corner of his eye the gentleman slipping several $20 bills to the desk lerk and his Mother giving him and defeated but appreciative smile. Somewhere during his hazy recollection of the past, Adam heard his Mother switch off the lamp beside her and go to bed. Dangling precariously on the precipice of sleep however, he continued with his drowsy recount of what happened years earlier. He remembered sitting there in the chair in the lobby watching his Mother and the stranger talk quietly to each other after each had got their room key. He couldn't hear anything the two were saying and frankly after the huge Thanksgiving dinner he'd eaten hours earlier and the ordeal with the flat tire, the only thing young Adam really wanted to do was curl up and go to sleep. By the time his Mother had shepherded him to their room, Adam was nearly asleep on his feet and within minutes he was snoring under the covers. If it wasn't for the fact that his straining bladder woke him up sometime after falling asleep, he would have never seen his Mother leaving the room. All the lights were out and he turned around just in time to see Ellen slip through the small opening she'd made before closing the door as quietly as she could behind her. At that instant Adam really didn't give it too much thought. He got up and answered the call of nature before returning to bed assuming she'd left to run down to the ice machine or smoke a cigarette or two outside to unwind as she often did. He pretended to still be asleep when she returned to the room that night. He didn't really know exactly how long she'd stayed gone, but even thing Adam sensed where she'd been. All these years later he'd never been able to put words to what he knew but at some point he did understand. He didn't hate her for it, not in the least, leaving him all alone like that to go do what she did. In fact he understood and as he'd gotten older and been able to see things both from her perspective and the stranger who stopped to help. While he had never once broached the subject of that night with his Mother since it happened, Adam was now mature enough to admit the one thing the memory of that night made him. And that was jealous, in a way he'd somehow probably never understand. In that instant, the memory of that night long enough went poof and Adam found himself laying wide awake in the darkness of his room at the Livermoore. The warmth his body had created under the covers had finally taken the chill out of his body but the moment he tried to shift himself off his stomach, Adam felt his inflated erection catch hard on the mattress below. A low groan leapt from his throat as he tried to turn, his cock pressing painfully like an unforgiving log beneath him as he tried to turn on his left side, so that his back would be to his Mom. "Shit...this is crazy," he mumbled to himself, feeling his manhood continue to throb annoyingly between his legs. It had been three long weeks since Adam had fucked someone other than himself. It had also been four days since he'd masturbated and all that pent-up energy inside his 20 year old body picked a lousy time to manifest itself. "No way I'm gonna be able to fall asleep with this," he thought to himself, reaching down now with his right hand to lazily rub at the warm and pulsing meat bulging from his crotch. "I'm not about to jack-off right here...Damn...if I'd gone with my buds I'd be in Cancun right now fucking a real girl...Hell...maybe two or three," Adam dreamily noted as he grazed his fingertips lightly over the steely prick protruding from his boxers. For a few seconds, Adam tried conjuring a couple of the tried and true visual images to take some steam out of his ill-timed arousal. Picturing Betty White naked, Barbara Bush playing with herself, even a greasy plate full of liver and opinions didn't seem to work. Unfortunately, it seemed a much more ethereal power had taken control of which direction his blood flowed. "You know what you have to do," he finally grumbled. "Just get up...go into the bathroom and take care of it." Jerking his head around just to make sure his Mom was still sound asleep, Adam then peeled his covers back slowly before stepping out of bed. Taking special care to keep the front of his body, and his jutting erection, turned from view, Adam made a silent, sideways beeline to the bathroom. Once safely inside, Adam closed the door and took a deep breath. Flipping on the light, once his eyes were able to adjust he was able to look into the mirror and access the situation. What he saw was the front of his cotton boxers severely tented. With the flip of his fingers, Adam's cock leapt from the fly and swung like a blunt and brooding club over top the sink. "Let's just get this over with and get back to bed," Adam told himself as he fondled his manhood. Taking a couple of steps to the right until he was standing directly over the toilet, Adam thumbed through his mental file cabinet trying to come up with an image or two to help him blow his load as quickly as possible. Reaching over to flip the bathroom's exhaust fan on to provide some background noise to conceal his indecent chore, Adam immediately cringed when the rusty blades spun to life and vibrated in the ceiling. "Should have just jumped in the shower and took my chances in there...the fan's gonna wake up everyone on this floor including my Mom," he growled. "Let's just make this quick," Adam resolutely decided, wrapping his right hand back around his cock and cupping his left underneath his balls. Focusing his tired and scattered mind on anything he could find for a quick nut, Adam tried to picture some of the attractive women he watched on tv, a few of the pretty girls he knew from school, even some of the shameful fantasies he'd carried with him from childhood. He even accidentally pictured the overweight and elderly Native American woman who'd checked them into the hotel that night. "Well that aint helping," he scolded himself, pumping his shaft now without any real passion, only a dutiful efficiency to complete the chore. The one thing he couldn't bring himself to fixate on mentally, as he stood there masturbating, was the very thing that had caused his erection in the first place. About two minutes after he started, Adam began to see a light at the end of the tunnel. Pumping faster now, he'd locked on a image of two of the girls he went to school with naked and making out with a couple of imposing sex toys. It seemed to be working as his cock hardened and his balls warmed in his hand but just before he passed the point of no return, there was a light rapping at the door. "Adam...are you alright in there?" Ellen Cabbell asked her Son through the closed door. "...Ye...Yee...Yeah...I'm fine," he stammered, biting his lower lip in frustration as he shoved his confused cock back into his shorts. "I'll be out in a sec...you need to come in?" he offered. "No...," Ellen replied. "Just making sure you were OK." "Just not meant to be," Adam grumbled, shaking his head before flushing the toilet just to make the ruse seem more real. Washing his hands and gathering himself in front of the mirror, Adam wiped his hands on the dingy bathroom towel, laughed to the mirror, then walked back out into the room. He was relieved to see his Mom had crawled back into bed but could tell through the dark she was still awake. "Sure you're OK?" Ellen asked from under the covers. "Yeah...fine," he replied before crawling back into bed himself. __________________________________ Quit once again settled in the room. Other than the occasional rise in one of their exhales or the constant thrust of the wind outside, not a sound passed between Ellen and Adam for nearly five minutes. Still, they each could sense the other was awake. "Damn...its really blowing out there," Adam broke the silence. "...Yeah," Ellen's half awake voice answered. There were another couple of moments of dead air between the two as each struggled for anything tangible to say. "There's something on your mind, Adam?" Ellen finally prodded, sensing something weighing on her son's mind as only a mother could. "Is it something at school?" "No...school's fine," Adam replied calmly, now staring straight up at the ceiling, knowing he'd never find the polite words to explain what was keeping him up. "So how's Uncle Larry?" Adam asked, desperate for anything to change the subject. "Oh...he's better," Ellen said, taking a few seconds to adjust to the sudden shift in topics. "He got out of the hospital last week...he's just got to do a better job with his diet and losing some weight with his diabetes...other than that he should be fine." The two made some more benign small talk for a few minutes before the pall of silence once again sheathed the room. Before he could stop himself, the memories that Adam had bottled up inside him suddenly found a voice. "Remember when we got stuck at a place a lot like this a long time ago...I was 10 or so maybe. Got a flat coming back from Grandma's after Christmas or Thanksgiving didn't we...I remember it was cold," Adam recollected. "Yep...That it was," Ellen agreed. "That sounds right...I'd just got the Camry earlier that year and I'm still driving the same damn car after all these years...It was Thanksgiving I think cause we had leftover Turkey in the car bringing it home." "It's a pretty hazy memory, but didn't some real nice man stop and help us?" Adam continued, only this time, his Mom didn't seem to answer as quickly. "...Yes...Yes he did," Ellen finally said but her initial hesitation and vague difference in her tone caused Adam's insides to squirm. Adam allowed the last bit of dialogue to hang in the air, not on purpose, just simply because he couldn't think of anything to say next. He could have simply just kept his mouth shut, closed his eyes and pretended to fall asleep and ended things right there. Instead, that horrible thing in the deepest and darkest pit of his psyche spoke up in that utter moment of weakness. The words had left his mouth before he could ever fathom the repercussions. "Did you have sex with the guy?" Adam heard his own voice leave his lips with stoic, almost emotionless matter of factness. The air seemed to get sucked completely from the room. Even though no immediate response came from Ellen's mouth, Adam could feel a chill radiating from her. "...Sex with who?" his Mom asked cautiously. "The guy who stopped to help us that night...I remember opening my eyes just as you were walking out of the room right after you thought I'd fallen asleep...and you were gone for over an hour," Adam continued, laying flat on his back and staring pensively up at the ceiling. A Night at the Livermoore Inn Ch. 01 At that moment, he felt as if he and his Mom were a million miles apart even though they were laying less than 8 feet away from each other. "You don't have to answer that...that was...that was totally out of line," Adam said a few moments later, his voice apologetic as if he'd had no control over what caused those words to slip from his lips. All his defenses stripped away, all Adam could do was cringe waiting for the inevitable fallout. "I know...It's none of my busi..." he started to say before his Mother interrupted. "...Yeah...Yes...I ...he...me...we...did...it just sort of happened," Ellen stammered, her voice garbled and mangled as if every drop of moisture had left her throat. "The last thing I wanted you to do was know I left the room that night...Oh Honey...I'm so sorry...I...," she continued only this time to be interrupted by him. "No Mom...don't apologize...that's not what I meant," Adam soothingly interjected. "Then why...why did you...bring it up?" Ellen wondered aloud, disorientated to no end by the suddenness of it all. Flat on his back, Adam knew he'd probably never have a good answer to the question his Mother had just posed but as he stared down the length of his body, even through the dimly lit space, he could see how his erect cock surged and tented up the blanket covering his crotch. "I think I just wanted to hear you say it," Adam said aloud as if he was undergoing some sort of personal psychoanalysis. His reply left Ellen speechless and dumbstruck. A few seconds later her confusion gave way to tears. Even though his eyes had adjusted somewhat to the dark, Adam still couldn't see clearly enough to make out his Mom in the bed to his right. From the way she attempted to muffle her sudden sobs, Adam knew he couldn't look at her at that moment, even if he could see well enough to. "What a piece of shit prick for even bringing that up again," Adam chastised himself, deciding to keep his mouth shut for the time being to prevent digging his hole any deeper. In that heavy, overbearing silence however, listening to his Mother's mixture of coughs and cries ate away at Adam unmercifully as he laid there. __________________________________ The sleet and ice falling outside the motel would have made for a more hospitable bed for Ellen than the one she found herself laying in. Adam had been a curveball from the day Ellen had found out she was pregnant. Having a baby with any of the men she was seeing at that time wasn't something she wanted to do. Only a teenager herself, Ellen hadn't planned on starting a family until her late 20's or 30's, but once she discovered she'd conceived, Ellen went about making the difficult choices that came with it. After deciding to have her baby and keep it, Ellen dedicated herself to raising her Son without all the complications of an intimate relationship. For the most part, Ellen hadn't deviated from that. There had been the occasional lapse in judgment that could clearly be attributed to her young hormones that she'd tried her best to neatly bottle up. The night with the man that had stopped to help her and Adam all those years ago was a perfect example of Ellen's pent up needs overflowing. There had been a few other trysts over the years, but Ellen was quite sure none one of them had compromised or complicated Adam's life in any way. At least not until Adam had dredged his memories of that night up from almost a decade earlier. Ellen had been blindsided so much by him bringing it up that she had no clue how to react. While there had been no malice in her Son's query, Ellen still felt an overpowering guilt drowning her as she laid there in helpless silence. Her head spinning wildly as the sounds of her sobs echoed in her head, suddenly Ellen felt a life or death urge to get as far away from that motel room as possible. Throwing her covers aside, Ellen sprang from the bed and ran to the door, her tear soaked face plastered in her hands as she stumbled across the room in nothing but her teeshirt and panties. Without a good view of where she was going, the wind was nearly knocked from Ellen's chest when she slammed face first into the door. Wasting not time to gather herself, she reached down and fumbled with the knob, trying to swing the door open with no thought of the horrible weather swirling unabated outside. Just before she could close her hand around the knob however, she felt a tender but firm weight press down on her back and hold her tight against the door. Ellen knew immediately it was Adam behind her. His warm breath swirling across the back of her neck each time he exhaled, Ellen could feel the paint on the inside of the door grow slicker on her cheek each time a fresh tear leaked from her eyes. "...Adam...Let me...go," she sobbed, doing her best to twist away from her Son as he held her securely between himself and the door. "I will not," Adam grumbled with soft defiance, gripping his hands tight around each of his Mother's upper arms, whispering those same three words over and over in her ear until she ceased struggling. They remained in that position for well over a minute, his chest to her back, their weight pressed against the door until the pace and intensity of Ellen's sobs gradually slowed. "I'm so sorry," Ellen mumbled once she was able to regain her voice, her breath steadily returning to normal each time her Son tenderly massaged her shoulders from behind. "Just calm down and breathe," Adam finally prodded after allowing the weight of several seconds of silence to fall back over the room. "Just calm down and breathe." Her internal compass hopelessly askew, Ellen felt Adam turn her then wrap his right arm around her before gradually edging her closer to the foot of her bed. He continued his embrace until he felt like she was steady enough to lay down on her own. "I'm so sorry about that night," Ellen coughed, her shoulder length brown hair now a mess as her Son continued to hold her tight. "Stop it," Adam soothed. "You don't owe me an apology...I wasn't scared that night when you left...a little confused maybe...but not scared. I was young...I understand now." Again Adam felt the same knots twisting in his stomach after re-broaching the subject. "I know I should have just stayed in the room that night and gone to bed," Ellen softly offered. "No," Adam replied. "Don't feel like you did anything wrong. This is all on me. The more and more I've thought about it as I've gotten older...with everything you did for me...every sacrifice you made...I guess I just felt helpless that I couldn't help you." "...But you were so...," Ellen started before Adam interrupted. "I know Mom...I'm just telling you what I felt...emotions don't make sense sometimes," he said before kissing her gently on the temple. Adam's words left Ellen stunned and unsettled, with a mixture of hot and cold prickly sensations coursing through her body. Before she knew it, she'd collapsed against her Son and buried her face in his chest. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you too," Adam calmly whispered back. "I think I'm ready to go to bed now," Ellen sighed after a brief pause. Never before in her 38 years had Ellen felt as safe, loved and appreciated as she did resting there in Adam's arms. When her legs were on the verge of giving out, Ellen gracefully leaned forward and pressed her knees into the cheap mattress. After a couple of seconds to steady herself, Ellen finally collapsed face down and curled up on the sheets. "Thank you Baby," she said to her Son without turning around, already feeling herself drifting off to sleep. The sands of her clarity gradually slipping away, Ellen waited for the sound of Adam laying back down on his bed. It was a sound that never came. __________________________________ The exact moment when sleep overtakes us is often lost. Ellen vacillated on the edge of that netherworld face down on the bed. Shifting several times until she was comfortably snuggled into the sheets, she continued to feel a steady and unfamiliar pressure growing between her thighs. Grinding the muscles of her pelvis as if she thought a cramp had formed, Ellen waited for the sensation to subside, but it remained steady. Her head buried in the pillow and her eyes sealed shut, Ellen focused on the growing pressure between her legs, squirming a little more now until her feet flailed slightly out to each side. When the feeling wouldn't go away, Ellen decided to lie still for a few seconds to see if the building pressure would subside. When it didn't, Ellen was left thinking it was just a dream, that she had fallen asleep the instant her head had hit the pillow. The probing warmth that had invaded her crotch was just a symptom of the vivid dreams she found herself often having with the school marmish social life she led. "If its just a dream, just lay back and enjoy it," a selfish but rational voice inside her head told her. To make sure it was all her imagination, Ellen peeled open her right eye slightly just to make sure Adam had tucked himself back into his bed. Instantly her blood ran cold and an anxious tremor swept through her when Ellen saw her Son's bed was still empty. Holding her breath as she laid there still, she could feel the force gnawing at her crotch become more distinct and defined with each passing second until she could clearly discern the individual digits that were openly clawing at her. As if the old adage about pinching yourself to see if your dreaming played out, Ellen yelped out loud and humped her rear into the air when she felt two of those invading digits slip neatly inside her. "ADAM," Ellen grunted from reflex, her voice catching in her throat as she groped at the pillows to each side of her head. Still face down, even though she'd now come to the dire conclusion that she was actually awake and that everything that was happening was all too real, she still felt her quim growing slick and moist as her Son fiercely stabbed his index and middle fingers into her under the covers. "...Please...oh my God...no ...you...can't...this...can't," Ellen groaned, her normally sweet and stoic voice now utterly discombobulated. "Was it always meant to come to this?" she found herself asking that voice in her head, desperate for a way to rationalize what was about to happen. Ellen had no chance to find a moral refuge however when Adam snuck his entire hand under the lining of her panties and began delicately pistoning his four fingers in and out of her boiling slit from behind as he pulled the sheet back. She even felt his wayward thumb begin to press and poke at her exposed ass. Instead of fighting it, all Ellen was left to do was lay flat on her chest and absorb her Son's unfathomably provocative advances. "Don't let him...Don't let him...," the last shreds of Ellen's decency screamed in her brain. Clawing her fingernails greedily into the fabric of the pillowcases, Ellen scrunched her face harshly into the sheets and raised her ass high into the air against her Son now soaked palm, giving herself completely to her carnal want. Even though the room remained dark, several bursts of bright light exploded in Ellen's head as she humped her rear end backwards against her Son's extended fingers. Somehow she was able to work her elbows up under her torso until she had halfway propped herself up on the mattress. "JESUS...AHHH...AHHHH...ADAM...AHHH...PLEASE DON'T...DON'T...DON'T STOP," Ellen cried, her reluctance seeming to bleed slowly into acceptance as her silent but resolute Son pressed on. "How long had Adam imagined doing what he was doing? How long had she? Had he brought up the thing about what happened that night in the motel years earlier on purpose just to see where the night would go?" Those questions along with a million others swirled through Ellen's head, but the only thing she was able to focus on fully at that moment was the seemingly tentacle like grip Adam had inside her womb and the look that must be on his face as he frigged his fingers in and out of the very place he was conceived. So engrossed in working her ass backwards, it took Ellen a few seconds to realize her Son had abruptly removed his hand from her snatch. Within a breath or two however, Ellen felt her underwear being worked down as the lukewarm air of the motel room washed over her bare behind. "He's pulling my panties down," she thought, blushing wildly in the dark feeling her Son's fingers roaming freely over her naked flesh. The fact that it was pitch black in the room was a blessing. Had any semblance of the light of day been present, the guilt and awkwardness would have likely killed both right on the spot. But there in the darkness of an out of the way and run down motel, far from home in the middle of an ice storm, Ellen and Adam gave in to the most obscene of desires. Raising each of her knees slightly to give Adam the access he needed to peel her panties all the way off, Ellen felt stripped in every sense of the word as the weight of her Son's knees pressed down on the mattress directly behind her. It had been so long since anything other than her own fingers had found its way inside her vaginal walls, Ellen scared herself by just how much moisture she seeped over her Son's strong hand as he splashed it back inside her throbbing cunt. Arching her back, Ellen pressed her forehead hard into the pillow below and fought with all her might to stay up on all fours. Ellen could hear her Son breathing but she was thankful he hadn't said a word since he had initiated his advances. Squirming each time his fingers snaked deeper into her pulpy and aching vagina, Ellen managed to grind her rear backwards far enough until the back of her Son's hand was smacking hard against her aroused clitoris. She could also feel his free hand clamp down hard on her left hip, holding her steady as he manually gouged her cunt with his right. "...Please...fuck...me," Ellen wanted to beg over and over but the words remained lodged in her throat. It was clear however by the way her body reacted violently each time Adam manipulated her cooch with his sticky fingers that she was willing to do anything he pleased. Her eyes clenched shut, Ellen could feel her breasts burn and tingle as they bounced under the tee-shirt she'd worn to bed. Spread wide on her knees and elbows with her butt now obscenely raised in the air, Ellen could feel Adam's weight shift on the mattress behind her even though his fingers remained clamped inside her pussy. After a few tense moments of waiting suddenly Ellen felt her Son's warm breath on her crotch and the stubble on his unshaven cheeks brush along the tender insides of her thighs. "He's underneath...me...oh...my ...GOD," Ellen internally screamed, having no time to brace herself for what was to come next. Ripping so hard at the beddings beneath her with her curled and fisted fingers, Ellen pulled the bottom sheet clear off the mattress when she felt the exquisite rush of Adam's mouth closing over her entire wet and dripping pussy. "Don't look...Don't look...Don't look," the same haunting internal voice implored, but she couldn't help it. Perched on the center of the bed with her knees spread wide, Ellen could look straight down beneath her and even though the room was dark, she still could make out the hazy outline of Adam's face wedged tightly between her thighs. Ellen's breath rose and fell with every movement her Son's mouth made across her cunt. She could also feel the tip of his nose gliding through her curly and tangled brown pubes at the same time his lips gouged and suckled her puffy vaginal lips. Swaying and shuddering on her knees, Ellen tried desperately to keep her balance when she felt her Son's tongue spiral ever deeper inside her oozing quim at the same time he reached up and cradled her asscheeks in his hands. It was at that moment Ellen felt as if her entire weight was somehow balanced on Adam's slurping mouth. "Please...you can't cum yet...you can't let him see you let go," Ellen berated herself, partly not wanting to allow her Son to see just how easily he could push her over the edge and partly not wanting the joyful lashing he was giving her to stop. Still, it was the blessing that Ellen possessed that proved to be her curse on that motel bed. She'd always been an easy cummer and within a minute of Adam's lips pressing into her gooey vaginal stew, she could feel the all too familiar twitches and rumblings building in every muscle of her body. "URRGG...GGRRAAHH...GGRAHHH," Ellen strained, her hips, thighs and back going through gyrations they hadn't in years as she humped her cunt down on Adam's devouring mouth. "GOD...PLLLEASSSSSE...AAAHHHH," she gulped repeatedly, unable to finish a breath each time another bolt of crippling electricity sizzled through her kneeling body. The blood rushing through her skull had grown so intense Ellen couldn't even hear the sounds of Adam's mouth splashing unrepentedly through her quivering quim. But she could clearly feel all 10 of her Son's fingers digging into each side of her ass to force her crotch straight down on his soaked and shiny face. Adam's pace was unrelenting and Ellen had no prayer of gaining any shred of composure and it wasn't long until the simple physics of it all became too much to bare. The speed and size of Adam's tongue brushing continuously across such a sensitive and delicate orb as her clitoris was too much for Ellen to take. "OOOHHH...ADDD...AAHHH...MMMMMMMM,'Ellen cried, her voice on the verge of breaking as she squeeled her Son's name. Even though she had uttered Adam's name countless thousands of times over the years, never had it left her mouth with such ferocity, passion or desperation. Adam however refused to mutter so much as a word, simply keeping his mouth tightly sealed over his Mother's cunt until she'd squeezed every bit of her tangy froth down his churning throat. _____________________________________ "You just let ...you own Son...eat you out," the remaining sliver of Ellen's conscience put what had happened in the bluntness and most chilling of terms. The echo of those words rattling around her brain however caused her to have yet another orgasmic aftershock as she squatted her pussy down on Adam's still buried face. Reaching underneath her body with her right hand, Ellen brushed her fingers gently through her Son's hair as he laid beneath her and she could clearly feel the trail of her own seeping lust covering each of his cheeks. Ellen's entire world now seemed to have spun off it's axis and she knew it would remain that way as long as she continued to kneel there on her elbows and knees in the dark. As long as she remained in that position she was safe, knowing the dread that would inevitably come with the first glimmer of morning light, when she finally had to face her Son, and herself. A whimper of loss dribbled from Ellen's lips when Adam finally turned to his right and unglued his mouth from her lathered labia. Ellen's eyes now burned in their sockets and she knew she couldn't look down at her Son at that moment even if she could. Feeling his warm hands take her by the waist, Ellen allowed him to spin her around and lay her safely down on her back. Her heart continuing to pound, Ellen felt as if her mouth was laced with cotton as Adam rested there silent beside her. "Say something...please...," Ellen begged out loud, her frail voice echoing softly through the room as sleet pellets peppered the walls outside. Her chest heaving up and down and she struggled to regain her breath, Ellen eased her hand down between her legs trying to quell what felt like a hive of angry bees buzzing deep within her lions. "Let me help you," Adam said, breaking his silence before adding his right hand to his Mother's to help her rub her throbbing pussy together. A Night at the Livermoore Inn Ch. 01 "I love you," he told her, kissing her on the neck just below the right ear before interlocking his fingers with her's on top of her glowing slit. Several blissful minutes passed as the two laid there silent, sharing each other's warmth in the dark and chilly room. Disorientated, Ellen felt as if she was drifting off to sleep when she felt Adam's weight shift on the bed. For just a few seconds, she did succumb to her drowsiness, just long enough for her Son to stand up and slip off his clothes. The presence of Adam's knees pressing down on the foot of the bed snapped her out of her light sleep however, and when she cracked her eyes open slightly she could see his shadowy outline kneeling above her. Within a few breaths, Ellen could feel Adam's hands caress the insides of each of her thighs before gracefully spreading them apart. "What...are ...you...?' Ellen dreamily croaked as she felt her Son's naked thighs now pressing against the insides of her knees, knowing exactly now what he intended. Before she could muster another word, Ellen looked up and felt her already dizzy head spin madly out of control. A glistening shimmer sparkled in her eyes and her lips quivered in the dark seeing the stunning sight of Adam's erect cock jutting straight out from his crotch as he knelt there between her legs, it's weighty girth rising proudly and pointing at a slightly upturned angle, hovering directly above her pubic fleece. Without taking her eyes off her Son's manhood, Ellen used her index and middle fingers to pry apart the lips of her burning vagina as an unmistakable invitation to him... End of part 1 Much more to come A Night at the Livermoore Inn Ch. 02 The taste was the one thing Adam Cabbell kept coming back to. He had gone down on several girls over the previous couple of years and he could certainly taste a unique difference in each of their flavors on his palate afterwards. Tasting his own Mother each time he swallowed or swirled his tongue around his mouth proved to be no different. It was the one thing that kept reminding Adam that everything that'd happened in the rundown motel room was real. As many times as he'd conjured the fantasy of making love to her, to actually see his Mother naked and flat on her back with her legs spread wide to each side of him would have been too much to believe if it wasn't for the unmistakable taste of her feminine nectar that remained in his mouth. His eyes somewhat adjusting to the darkness of the room, Adam could see the outline of his Mother's pale, glistening fingers as they held the rubbery lips of her vagina apart. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered down to her, the deepest and darkest depths of his psyche desperate to hear her answer. After a long pause Ellen Cabbell finally admitted, "Yes." Taking the base of his cock in his right hand, Adam leaned forward and wiped the head of it up and down the puckered bloom of his Mother's labia, causing her hips and thighs to lurch each time he teased her with it. Dropping the full weight of his manhood on her greasy slit, Adam allowed it to sit there as the heat pulsing from her steaming crotch baked his heavy balls. After all the years of lusting for her, to have his Mother compliant, if not desperate for him to fuck her, Adam could have easily penetrated her right there. Keeping his cock snug against her steaming snatch as she trembled, sprawled out beside him, Adam instead decided to make her wait. Leaning down over top of her, Adam nuzzled his lips down on the side of Ellen's neck, kissing her softly in a circular arc across the front of her throat before bringing his mouth back up to her cheek. Tracing his lips gently to the right, Adam caressed his mouth down on top of her's until their lips were working together in cautious unison. Wrapping his right hand around Ellen's left shoulder to hold her tight, Adam's cock continued to slither and press hard at the slippery gates of her vagina. Feeling her fingernails dig at his bare shoulder as his kisses became more passionate, Adam lowered his right hand until he'd cradled his Mother's left breast in his open palm. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked again, this time hissing it softly into his Mom's ear. "Yes," Ellen answered much more quickly this time, her whole body side-winding with lust beneath her Son as her reply left her mouth. "Then reach down... grab it... and help me put it inside you," Adam said with calm but lurid intent. Edging his torso on top of her's until his chest was resting squarely on Ellen's, Adam could feel the soft weight of his Mother's breasts underneath him as her erect nipples poked like warm cherries into his bare skin. Her curvy frame gradually wrapping around him, Adam continued to kiss his Mom on the lips until he felt her blindly reach down between his legs and take his waiting erection into her hand. A few seconds later he peered down to see Ellen clutching it, using his bulging penis like a paintbrush to massage every outer inch of her painfully throbbing cunt. Perching himself up on his left elbow until he had a good view over his Mother's entire prone body, Adam lovingly rubbed his right hand across her chest as he looked down and marveled at the way his manhood continued to expand in her hand. "Now... open your legs a little more and help me put it in," Adam whispered down to her, his face directly above her's as Ellen's fingers kneaded hard at the back of his scalp. Adam had to consciously fight the urge to cum in his Mother's hand as the softness of her grip enveloped his dick and began tugging it towards the simmering cauldron of her womb. Never before had Adam had so much control with a girl, taking such special care to dam his own lust until he could unleash it more prudently at a time of his choosing. It was as if some primal calling had been unearthed deep within the fabric of his being to please her. "I love you," Adam crooned again just before the smooth rounded head of his erect penis collided with the slick and stretched petals of his Mother's labia. Ellen's caress shaky but sure around his cock, Adam twisted his hips forward and watched with carnal delight as the upper third of his manhood disappeared into the very chasm he'd been given life. Her small hand remained wrapped around Adam's cock, but now it was sandwiched between her groin and his as their two pelvic bones gracefully edged closer. There was a certain transcendence to the moment for Ellen as she slowly released her grip from Adam's staff, allowing it to methodically gouge its way deeper inside her. A slow, almost serene wave of euphoria swept through Ellen until first her back, then her shoulders and head rose from the mattress as the buttery warmth of her pussy welcomed Adam's penetration. "YEEEEE... EEESSS... AAAAHHHHH," Ellen's voice trickled from her throat, her fingernails now digging hard at her Son's curly brown hair as he shoved his dick to the hilt inside her. Using his right hand to paw and massage Ellen's small white breasts, once his penis was snugly stabbed inside her, Adam then leaned forward and pressed his lips down on each bouncing white orb, first kissing each on the side then dragging his tongue in a slow steady swirl across her cleavage before finally clasping his lips tenderly around the same hard nipples he suckled from as a child. The indecent potency of it all was not lost on Ellen as she writhed under her Son. Looking down through the burning slits of her eyelids, Ellen could see Adam's mouth working on her breasts and she could also hear her voice cracking involuntarily each time she felt his tongue twist and twirl around her chubby nipples. "God yes Baby," Adam heard his Mother wince, feeling her vaginal muscles squeeze and smother his pounding cock each time he ratcheted the pressure of his mouth over her areolas. Scooping his left arm under Ellen's back, Adam pulled his Mother's chest against his as he rotated his torso up on top of her. Within a few seconds of creating the ideal thrusting angle, the bed below began rocking loudly on its feeble frame as Adam went full bore inside her. So lost in what he was doing, Adam wouldn't discover just how much damage his Mom's fingernails had done to the skin on his back until the hot water of the shower hit it the next morning. Instead, he simply lost himself in the moment and continued to fuck her with a ferocity he never knew he possessed, allowing years worth of bottled up lust to spill free inside the woman that had given him life. His left arm already supporting Ellen's back, Adam slipped his right under the base of his Mother's spine and flexed his hand out to cup her asscheeks as he forced her crotch upwards against his until their pelvic bones were tapping incessantly together. "UUUHHH... AAHHH... UUHHH... AAAHHHHH," Ellen groaned over and over, snared now in her Son's embrace as he rammed his dick in and out of her. "That's it... yeah... fuck me back," Adam moaned softly, measuring his thrusts just right until he was able to match the jerky rhythm of his Mother below. His chest pressed warmly on top of Ellen's, Adam could also feel his heartbeat synchronizing with her's as they grinded on the sweat-soaked sheets. The force of Ellen's exhales cascaded across Adam's cheek each time he pressed down on top of her and his determination only hardened when he felt her heels dig hard into the back of his thighs as she wrapped herself completely around him. "Give it to me please Adam... please don't stop... please Baby... give it to Momma," Ellen shamelessly squealed, every bit of depraved lust she'd secretly stored bleeding to the surface as well. If there was one regret Adam would take away from that evening, it was that he wasn't paying complete attention to the exact moment he sent the first strand of his hot cum deep between his Mother's smoldering vaginal walls. Face to face on top of her, Adam had become so swept up in watching the joy etched across her face, he had shocked even himself when he felt wad after wad of his sticky and rich ejaculate fire indiscriminately from his cock until he was grimacing with beautiful but brutal force on top of her. In the back of his mind, Adam knew his Mother was no longer able to bear children. Somewhere along with way he had made the commitment once inside her to fuck her with complete and utter abandon and he couldn't help cracking a viciously lurid and satisfied smile when he felt his boiling seed lathering Ellen's pulsing womb. Ellen cried and quivered below, the sensation of her Son's seed sloshing inside her as he continued with his maniacal thrusts sent her over the edge as well, headlong into her second bone jarring orgasm in less than 15 minutes. Adam's 20 year old cock spewing with rage inside the very place he was conceived, he felt his sperm bubbling around his manhood as Ellen's vaginal muscles greedily choked him tight, desperate not to let him go. Gradually, Adam slowed his thrusts before collapsing, first down on top of Ellen before falling off the the right. His dick still inside his Mom as he came to rest beside her, Adam waited patiently for her to collect her senses before reaching down so they could watch together him take hold of his buried penis to remove it from her womb. The residue of their shared lust smeared the expanse of each of their genitals as Adam brushed the shaft of his cum-drenched cock up and down the slit of his Mother's gaping and used pussy as if to make it clear to her, if it wasn't already, just what it was capable of. ___________________________________ It took awhile, but gradually the gravity of everything began to settle in for Emily and Adam. Like two people who had been strapped inside a car that had tumbled endlessly down a ravine, the past half hour had been nothing but a spinning blur for each of them. It was only then as they laid there quietly in bed that Mother and Son were able to start processing what the dreadful fallout might be for so blatantly crossing that most primitive line of decency. On the surface, Adam couldn't get over just how similar his Mom felt to several of the other women he'd shared a post coital embrace with. The way her breathing became more and more settled with each passing breath, the way her soft breasts felt resting against his side, even the scent that her body now gave off after she'd given herself completely to him reminded him that at her core, his Mother was just a normal woman. It wasn't until Adam looked down and surveyed her face however that it hit him with crystal clarity just how different this situation was. Emily's brushed her hand tenderly across her Son's chest without speaking a word, allowing the silence of the moment to bathe them until some sense could be made of it all. For the better part of a half an hour the two just laid there together, sharing each other's warmth. Strangely, Adam found himself afraid of falling asleep knowing if he did, at some point he'd wake up and realize it had all been a gloriously perverse dream. Even though she hadn't said a word since they'd finished having sex, Adam could sense his Mom was still awake by the way she rested her head on his chest. Silence, he figured, would provide each a chance to replay everything that had happened and perhaps provide a clue where to go next. Looking towards the darkened window, Adam couldn't help wonder what the morning sunrise would bring. Caressing his fingers smoothly across his Mother's soft back, for the moment Adam was content to just lay there processing it all. Just when Adam felt all was calm and his body gradually succumbing to sleep, suddenly he felt his Mother peel away and grab the blanket they'd covered themselves with. "Oh... God," he mumbled to himself, that same feeling of unease from earlier returning to his stomach. ."... Everything alright?" Adam asked as he watched his Mom walk away from the bed with the blanket wrapped around her naked body. Ellen heard him but didn't answer, instead she just eased up to the room's window and peered outside as the late winter storm raged on. Adam remained on the bed, propped up on his right arm, watching her and waiting. Pushing the curtains apart, Ellen gazed outside but the icy slush falling to the ground served only as a white canvas as she replayed the entire night over and over in her head. What had just happened between Ellen and her Son had been quite an unfathomable step. But somehow deep in her conscience she knew it wouldn't define the future of their relationship as much as what would happen next. If they had made an agreement never to speak of this night again and chalk it up to one secret night of bliss then Ellen felt they could resume as close to a normal relationship as possible. If the next step was to move what had happened in that motel room forward, then Ellen feared it would be a genie that would never be put back in the bottle. In the chilly darkness of the room, Ellen clutched the blanket tight around her bare skin as she stared off into the distance. She'd lost track of how long she had stood there in front of the window but at some point she could feel the weight of Adam's footsteps approaching from behind. A second later he'd wrapped his arms lovingly around her. Warmly holding her tight from behind with his chin resting on her right shoulder, Ellen's body went limp in her Son's embrace. She kept her gaze trained forward and all she seemed to be able to focus on was an empty pop bottle that had been discarded in the parking lot outside as it gradually became covered with ice. The cap on it had long been twisted off and as Ellen studied it, she could see it was clearly empty. The genie inside it, too, had been freed never to return. ___________________________________ The palms of Ellen's hands were freezing. Pressed firmly against the cold pane of glass that separated the motel room from the wintry blast outside, she felt numb down to each wrist even though the rest of her body was now on fire. When Adam has crept up from behind and slid his hands around her, Ellen felt as if she was going to melt in his arms. They'd stood there for so long, time had really ceased to matter as they stared out at the stark landscape, safely huddled together as chaos seemed to rage around them. Her knees now jelly, Ellen used her Son's frame for support as she teetered against him. Goosebumps quickly rose across her entire naked body when Adam reached up and removed the blanket she'd wrapped around herself. Before she could even blink however, he had pressed his naked body tight against hers from behind before wrapping the blanket around them both. "Is this what you wanted?" Adam asked with delicate curiosity. "... Yes," Ellen finally answered after a pause, gazing at her hazy reflection in the glass. "... For a long time," she added, electricity sizzling between the bare skin of her back and Adam's chest. Hearing that, Adam pressed his lips down on the nape of Ellen's neck then dragged them softly down the length of her right collarbone. Leaning forward slightly, Adam then tilted his Mother's head towards him slightly and kissed her flush on the lips. Eight inches taller than her, Adam had to bend somewhat as he passionately massaged his lips over Ellen's mouth, neck and shoulders for several minutes, the whole time squeezing her bare breasts tenderly in his hands. Over the years, she'd had given her Son most everything she could. First she'd given him life then sustenance. Then as he grew she gave him support and guidance whenever needed. Earlier that night in the motel room Ellen had given him her trust and finally her body. As Adam's cock hardened and pressed like a warm log against the small of her back, Ellen knew she was about to give him her body once more, if not the very fabric of her soul. "Please Baby... take me again," Ellen begged, her voice this time devoid of any guilt or shame in her admission of want. _________________________ So there Ellen was, shockwaves ripping through her body each time Adam pushed forward, her hands pressed tight against the window to hold herself in place, feeling like her Son would fuck her straight through the wall if he pounded her any harder. Standing directly behind his Mother, his feet spread wide to each side, Adam held her by the waist as he thrust forward with cruel efficiency, his dick knifing through the syrupy remnants he'd already shot inside her an hour earlier. "OHHHH GOD... OHHH GOD... OHH BABY... UUHHH... AAHHH... MMMAAAHHHHHH," Adam heard his Mom wail each time he plowed his cock into her, the screeching of her fingers on the cold glass sending shivers down his spine as he showed her no mercy. Thankfully there wasn't a soul stirring out in the parking lot at that early morning hour with the weather raging outside. If there had been and that person would have looked closely enough at Room 122, they surely would have come to a halt seeing the look of demonic lust contorting such a plain and pretty female face just inside the window. Adam sensed correctly that if he let his hands go from his Mother's hips that she wouldn't have the strength to stand on her own under his rapid fire assault. He could look down and see the way her feet even struggled to stay on the floor each time he slammed his groin into her rear. While he was staring down he also couldn't help but notice the copious amounts of frothy white arousal that Ellen's cunt has seeped out all over his cock each time he pistoned it in and out of her. "AAHHHH... YEAH... FUCK," Adam seethed as he worked her over, knowing he could last quite a long time inside her having already shot his initial wad. Also knowing Ellen probably wouldn't be able to hold out that long in the current position she was in. Adam could have stayed in that position fucking Ellen until the sun came up the next morning. The thought of other patrons at the motel leaving the next morning without a clue of the debauchery taking place inside filled him with an unbridled sense of accomplishment. As he stared down at his cock sawing in and out of his Mom's pink and clinging pussy however, another even more debaucherous idea sparkled in Adam's mind. Looking down at the way Ellen struggled to maintain her balance as he drove his cock over and over into her, Adam finally slowed his thrusts until he was able to reach under his Mother's belly and pull her slowly up so that her back was resting against his chest. His cock still wedged inside Ellen's cunt, Adam kissed her and held her tight, loving the way the soft flesh of her asscheeks felt against his groin. "Now lift your right leg into the air and put your foot up on the edge of the chair," Adam whispered softly into her ear, using his own right hand to support the inside of Ellen's thigh until she'd got her foot in place on the arm rest of the chair beside the window. Ellen had never been the type of woman to work out regularly. She'd always thought between working the jobs she'd always had, raising a kid and maintaining a household was workout enough. Thankfully she'd been blessed with good genes and was relatively healthy for her age. Flexibility however wasn't her strong suit and after everything Adam had put her body through that night, every fiber inside Ellen screamed as her Son raised her right leg up and placed it on the edge of the chair. The glorious sensation of his cock still buried inside her was the only thing that provided enough endorphins for Ellen to get through. A Night at the Livermoore Inn Ch. 02 Adam couldn't put what he was seeing into words. Watching his Mom try and balance herself on her left leg as she clutched tightly to the window sill, Adam held her right leg in the air as he began pushing his groin forward once again. The room completely quiet, Adam could clearly hear the moist sound of his cock being enveloped by Ellen's pussy each time he nudged it deeper into her. Feeling the muscles in his Mother's right leg fire and twitch each time his dick found its mark, Adam squeezed each side of her ass with his hands as he sped up his thrusts. The chair, floor and curtains all now swaying under the force of his drilling assault, Adam happened to look down at just the exact moment when his Mother's entire body trembled and flinched from his two thumbs dipping, first by accident, into the puckered rim of her exposed anus. Instead of fucking her into oblivion once again, Adam gradually allowed the idea that had sparked in his head to crystallize. There was enough yellowish light coming through the curtains from the lamps in the parking lot that he could see the way his Mother's body bucked each time he powerfully speared her from behind. His fingers dug into the warm flesh of her inner thigh, Adam could feel his entire cock, from tip to base, lubricated with the mixture of his previously deposited cum and his Mom's own steaming seepage. "OH... MY... GGOODDDD... YEE... SSSSSSSS," Ellen shrieked unabashedly to her Son as she struggled to withstand the awkward position he had her in. Each time he plowed forward and impaled himself on her however, Ellen's cunt squeezed like a pumping fist around his huge stalk. Building his rhythm inside her pussy, Adam waited for a few more thrusts before jabbing the tips of his thumbs back inside his Mother's asshole, this time with clear purpose. "OOOOHHHHH... WWHHAAHHHH," Ellen's voice shattered against the window in front of her like a broken wine glass when she felt her Son stab his fingers into her rear. Even with the dusty memory of what his Mom did all those years ago in the motel with the stranger who'd stopped to help them, it wasn't until he could look down and see the way she reacted to his anal advances that he fully understood just how much of a slave to her sexual desire his Mother could be once the bounds of her inhibition had been stripped. Even though she had been the one to give him life, it didn't seem to matter, there was something much deeper and more primal at play beneath all those social constraints. It was as if Adam's cock had stabbed clean through her moral core and now all the lust she'd repressed for way too long bubbled out all over his groin as he continued to pound it forward. When he sank his thumbs inside Ellen's ass for the third time, Adam used them to wrench the entrance of her sphincter open just slightly. When he did he immediately felt her vagina shudder with life around his cock at the same time her head began to flail side to side on her shoulders. Adam wanted badly to ask his Mom if she'd ever had anyone take her back there but decided for the moment against it. The way her body was reacting told him everything he needed to know. "Do you want me to put it... here?" Adam asked a minute or so later after several more tugs at prepping Ellen's virgin ass. "URRGGGHH... Yes... Please... ," Ellen whimpered, the muscles in her anus grasping hard at his invading digits the instant he asked "here'. Keeping at Ellen's cunt until even his pubic hair was drenched with his Mom's spewing vaginal secretions, Adam sensed the time was right to take her back to the bed. He would have just as content to mount her anally right there in front of the window but Adam wanted her to be as comfortable and steady as possible for what was sure to be a very grueling endeavor. Adam had never had anal sex before either. The sheer, impulsive thought of doing such a thing with the object of his most long standing fantasies sent a shockwave of adrenaline through his system as he leaned down and cupped his entire arm under his Mother's raised right leg to pick her up. ".Wha... ," Ellen let out an initial stunned sigh but settled down quickly and felt her body melt into her Son's arms when she realized what he was doing. The room spinning around her as Adam spun her away from the window, Ellen nuzzled her head close against her Son's cheek as he carried her towards the bed. She could still feel his cock pinned deep inside her as he walked her across the room and Ellen did the best she could to reach her right hand back and caress her Son's cheek as he led her to the bed. Dropping her down as softly as he could on the twisted sheets below, Adam let his Mother go once she was safely down on her hands and knees before him. Over half his cock still locked inside Ellen's tight vaginal grip, once he'd steadied himself Adam gracefully shoved it all the way back inside her. Watching the way Ellen's back arched and her fingers dug at the far edge of the mattress when his dick hit bottom once again, Adam poked his left thumb back into his Mother's anus to resume preparation for what was about to come. Simultaneously, he also reached underneath her with his right hand and traced quick, kneading circles across her clitoris as he speared his cock in out of her throbbing pussy. Leaning his body all the way down on his Mother's back, Adam caressed his lips from one of her shoulders, across the back of her neck, to the other shoulder several times before lowering his hands down to each side of Ellen's kneeling frame. Pressing his palms hard into the sheets to balance himself, Adam proceeded to fuck her like a rabid dog for several minutes on the center of the bed. His head resting on her back as he fucked her, Adam bristled with lust hearing the non-stop moans bleeding from his Mother's lungs with every powerful down thrust he made. Skillfully kissing her right between the shoulder blades before he finally pulled back, Adam then stood up and carefully unscrewed his cock from his Mother's soaked and burning womb. Wasting no time, Adam edged all the way up to the bed, used his hands to nudge Ellen's knees a little further apart, then grabbed his dick in his right hand and swung it up to the entrance of his Mother's waiting ass. Adam didn't, by any means, have a monstrous cock. But it was ample enough and considering the vitality of his arousal and the tiny sliver of space he was about to stick it, Adam knew getting his manhood where he wanted would prove to be a substantial chore. All the motivation he needed to at least try however came from the way Ellen looked sprawled out on all fours, panting with expectation as he hovered above, preparing to take the last bit of virginity she still had left to offer a man. In the time it took for Ellen to bite down on her lower lip and dig her fingers into the bedding below, she felt her Son punch the head of his dick into her quivering ass. Digging his heels into the carpet with the same intensity he'd dug his fingertips into the flesh of her ass to hold her in place, Adam looked down through the hazy darkness and watched as the bulging head of his penis disappeared inside his Mom. "UURRGGHHHH," he let out a primal groan the first time he felt Ellen's anal muscles flare around his invading manhood. "Please Baby... please go slow... but please give it to me," Adam heard his Mother beg, her head now rutting in the sheets below as she worked her ass in the air to meet his determined quest. Keeping his left hand tight on Ellen's waist to hold her steady, Adam lowered his right down to the base of his cock to help aim it like a firm and thick arrow as he shoved it forward. Once he was about a third of the way inside her rear, Adam reached between her thighs, cupped his hand and dredged it through his Mother's tingling pussy. Gathering a drenching handful of her humid lust, Adam wiped the slick and musky sheen over the rest of his exposed shaft. Dabbing the remaining wetness he'd pulled from Ellen's cunt around the straining rim of her anus, Adam then lurched his groin forward once again, using the added lubrication to feed another two inches of his dick deeper into his Mom's ass. Ellen's voice rumbled from her throat like a tortured engine as her body rocked on the bed. The veins in her neck flexed each time Adam fed another inch of his cock into her rear end and Ellen's feet fluttered like dizzy butterflies out to each side of her Son as he resolutely continued with his carnal chore. "Goddamn... you're tight," Adam gritted his teeth and hissed, churning his pelvis back and forth until he'd established a crude friction and foothold inside his Mom's virgin anus. Peering as best she could under her kneeling body, right between her spread thighs and bouncing breasts, all Ellen could see was the shadowy torso of the man that was pillaging her ass. She had to continually remind herself it was her own Son's cock that was sending splinters of light exploding through her brain each time he ruthlessly lurched forward. And each time he did, Ellen's pussy seemed to burn that much more until her overflowing arousal was dripping down her thighs into a puddle on the wrinkled sheets below. "EEEEEEWWWEEEEEEE," she squealed, her knees and elbows wrenching together on the mattress when Adam finally shoved the rest of his erection into her rectum. In her blurred and burning daze, Ellen could feel the conflicting sensations of her Son's soft pubic hair tickling her warm and sweaty ass cheeks at the same time his steely manhood plunged deep into her guts. Adam's cock had never known true joy until it felt his own Mother's anal muscles greedily clamped around it. Trying to keep his balance on the floor as he bucked forward, Adam nearly went out of his mind when Ellen began fucking her ass backwards against him. The plopping sound of her own tender ass cheeks slapping back against his groin filled the room as the remaining seminal residue in his bloated balls began to simmer. Reaching his right arm under Ellen's belly to steady himself on top of her, Adam could feel her body swelling towards release as well as she knelt there below him, absorbing his withering thrusts. Raking his fingertips down her belly and over her waistline, Adam swiped them back inside his Mother's cunt, stirring them like talons through her liquefied quim as his virile girth continued to punch in short vicious circles inside her ass. His fingers snaked all the way to the knuckles inside Ellen, Adam's eyes widened and seemed to be lit on fire when he looked down and saw his Mom ease her right hand off the bed to stick it between her legs, joining his inside her flared vagina. Their two bodies seemed to morph into one writhing heap of flesh and bone on the bed when Adam huddled down on top of her. Their fingers now interlocked inside her vagina, Adam and Ellen each fumbled blindly until they were able to press their thumbs and forefingers together around the bulging and blood filled nub of her clitoris. Squeezing at it hard with their sticky fingers, Ellen began to convulse wildly as she allowed her Son to help her masturbate at the same time he continued to pound his dick into her ass. Wrapping his left arm under Ellen's chest, Adam squeezed his Mom's swinging titties between his fingers as the wet and splashing sound of her pussy being ravaged filled the air. Humping each other now like nothing more than two dogs in heat on the center of the bed, Ellen did the best she could to tilt her head upwards until her moans of delight were clear in her Son's ear. Ellen could only keep her head turned towards Adam for a few seconds before every muscle in her body gave out. Quaking in orgasm once again, Ellen anxiously locked her fingers around Adam's as they scoured their 10 digits like one huge paw through her spasming cunt. Ellen's knees quickly gave way and she collapsed straight down face first on the bed, her ass still stuffed with her Son's raging manhood as she squirmed and grinded beneath him. It seemed like runaway train cars of adrenaline raced down Ellen's spine as she humped her ass upwards against Adam's cock until a ghastly amount of her own vaginal spew had drenched her and her Son's buried hands. With relentless and reckless abandon, Adam continued to fuck her until he finally felt his lust empty deep into his Mother's churning bowels. "OOOHHH... MOMMMMMM... MMMGODDDDD... CUMMM... CUMMMMNNN... NNNNIIIGGGGGGG," Adam cried, his knees pressed hard into the mattress to each side of Ellen as he drove his cock hard into her ass, the whole time feeling her pussy gush all over his right hand each time he wrenched his spasming manhood through her rectum. "OHHHH... BABY... FUCK MY ASS BABY... DON'T STOP... GIVE IT TO ME... MMMMMMMMM... PLLLLEASSEEE... GIVE IT TO ME ADAM... GIVE IT TO MOMMA... ," Ellen yelped deliriously in return, their voices of shared release now bleeding together on the rickety old bed. Out of sheer exhaustion, Adam tilted his body to the left and collapsed down on his side. Taking special care to slowly bring his Mother down beside him, Adam kept his right hand clamped down on the greasy expanse of Ellen's crotch while maintaining the hold he had on her chest with his left. Holding her tight width-wise on the bed, Adam could feel the electrical currents of their satiated lust coursing through his and his Mom's bare skin as they nuzzled together in the dark. __________________________________ It seemed like an eternity before Ellen could breath normally again but the whole time she laid there trying she could feel her Son's soft lips working on her back, neck and shoulders as he circled his fingers tenderly around her nipples and inner thighs. Just as the storm outside was subsiding leaving The Livermoore, and everything surrounding it, covered in a lifeless and frozen glaze, Ellen Cabbell and her Son fell asleep together, naked and safe from it all, with nothing more than each other's warmth and love between them. THE END Appreciate the read!!