5 comments/ 229830 views/ 12 favorites Hard Adjustments Ch. 01 By: ShadowLord Janet Cameron switched off the lights and walked out the front door of Carole's Cut 'N' Curl hair salon, pausing to lock it behind her. Another day's useless energy spent, she thought glumly as she began to make her way to her car across the parking lot of the seedy strip mall. The fading twilight increased her wariness: gang thugs, wild-eyed crackheads and other forms of human flotsam took possession of the area after dark. Her eyes flitted nervously from one lengthening shadow to another and she tightened her grip on the little can of pepper spray at the end of her key chain. It seemed an absurdly feeble self-defense weapon. Janet reached her car and hastily got behind the wheel of the worn-out '88 Taurus, managing to start the engine on the third try. She exited the lot, heading west on Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd. I guess I have to stop at Sav-A-Lot to get some groceries. Shit.... she thought, rolling her eyes as she flipped on the right turn signal. Janet's mind replayed the dramatic events of the day as she wearily pushed the noisy cart up and down the aisles: she'd finally had the big showdown with her boss, Carole Steinberg. The tension between them had been building for a long time. Janet knew that Carole had taken an instant dislike to her when she went to work at the salon 4 years before, and the feeling was mutual. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried to please, nothing she did was quite good enough. She would glance up at the mirror while styling a lady's hair to see Carole standing behind her, arms crossed, a pickle-sucking expression on her ugly face. Or she'd kvetch about there being too much hair around Janet's chair. Or that her section of the counter was untidy - all in that nasal Brooklyn whine that had the same effect on Janet as nails on a blackboard. Needing the job, she'd held her tongue through all the nitpicking and petty carping. Until this morning. Janet had rushed through the door breathlessly. "I'm sorry, Carole," she said, putting her purse down. "I-" "You're late," Carole interrupted coldly. "Yes. I'm really sorry. I won't make any lame excuse - I just overslept..." "Twenty three and a half minutes late, to be precise." "Well, I -" "You know, Janet, I'm afraid I really don't understand your attitude. After all, I somehow managed to get here on time." "I've never done it before, and I promise it won't happen again..." Carole continued with her infuriating tone of exaggerated patience, as if she were talking to an idiot child. "And as you can see, Marcy & Paula showed up at the correct hour as well." They avoided Janet's gaze, embarrassed for her. "Carole, please..." Her neck was turning a bright crimson, like mercury rising in a thermometer on a Baghdad afternoon. "So do enlighten us: Have you hit the lottery? Or maybe you've discovered that you're a princess who no longer has to find the strength to drag her lazy ass outta bed like the rest of us, hmm?" "YOU FUCKING CUNT!!" Janet screamed, exploding like Vesuvius. "I'VE TAKEN ALL THE SHIT FROM YOU I'M GONNA TAKE!!" Carole's involuntarily took 2 steps backward and her eyes bugged - as did those of Marcy & Paula. "Y-You can't talk to me like th-" "I'll talk to you any motherfuckin' way I please, bitch, and make you like it!! I've put up with your bullying for 4 long years because I need to keep a roof over our heads, but you've treated me like dirt for the last time!! ," she roared, thrusting her white-knuckled fist within inches of Carole's ashen face. "Now loo-" "Shut your goddamn mouth before I wipe the floor with you!!" Carole quailed, terrified. "When I think of all I've done for you, of all the long hours I've stood on aching feet..." she shook her head and gritted her teeth. "And for what? Insults and chump change!" Janet thundered on, years of stored-up venom bursting forth. "You've always hated me because you're jealous! You know damn well that you owe most of your business to me! Those are MY customers! And you can't fuckin' stand that - can you? CAN YOU?!" "J-Jan.." "Get this through your nappy, henna-rinsed head, you fat sow: I don't need you. You need me! My customers are loyal - they'll follow me wherever the hell I go! So for all I care, you can shove this shithole up that saggy cottage cheese butt!!" Janet had a maniacally triumphant grin on her face as she snatched up her purse and stormed out... But of course she didn't go very far. Oh, she'd intended to make a clean break right then and there, but Marcy & Paula had shaken themselves out of their open-mouthed stupor to chase after her. They calmed her down enough to guide her into the coffee shop at the other end of the strip mall. Once seated, they began cajoling her: "Of course you were absolutely right to tell the mean ol' bitch off - no doubt about it!" Paula said soothingly, patting her hand. "Who the hell does she think she is anyway, talking down to you like that?! You did what we've fantasized about doing for years - only we don't have your guts!" she said with a laugh, eliciting a slight smile from Janet. "Right, Marce?" "Oh yeah! She deserved every word and more! You told the hag off but good, sweetie - the look on her face was priceless!" Paula nodded, then leaned forward and spoke in quieter voice. "But you shouldn't be too hasty about quitting, hon, you really shouldn't. We know you're in a tight spot financially right now and -" Janet flared. "Tight spot or not, there's no friggin' way I'm gonna go back to that cow with my tail between my legs and beg -" "No, no - God forbid!" Paula said hastily. "It never entered my mind! There'll be no begging at all. You think we'd advise a good friend like you to shame herself?" she waved her hand dismissively as Marcy shook her head. "Look, she's had a few minutes to cool off now and see the error of her ways. She knows she was in the wrong - and more importantly, she knows you were right about the customers! You're the golden goose, sugar. She don't wanna fire YOU! Just wait here while we go talk to her for a minute, and things'll be much better than before, I guarantee it..." And the girls did smooth things over enough for her to hang on to her job - but Janet knew that it was only a makeshift bandage on a gaping wound. She had seen the vengeful way Carole dealt with longtime suppliers who dared to refuse her imperious demands even once. The hated employee who'd insulted her so gravely in front of witnesses could hardly expect better treatment. There's no telling what revenge the evil old bag's cookin' up for me right now.... Janet thought grimly, as the bored, pimply-faced boy bagged her items... It was nearly 7:00 when she finally got home, exhausted. "Vince! I'm home! Come put away these gro-," she stopped abruptly when she saw the small mess in the living room: empty soda cans, a potato chip bag and a crumpled candy wrapper were strewn on the coffee table; chip bits were sprinkled on the couch and the rug. At any other time, Janet would've just let out a sigh of exasperation at teen sloppiness - but this was the wrong day for it. "Hi," her 19 year-old son Vincent said as he came downstairs. "Damn - it's late. She must've made you close up again -" "What the hell do you call this?!" she shouted, stabbing a finger at the debris. Vince was taken aback at the suddeness of her fury. "Oh. Well, um, when I got home, there was nothin' to make for dinner, so I grabbed a snack..." "And spread it all over the damn room! You filthy hog!" "Look, I was getting ready to clean it up when you walked in..." Vince flared. "Oh, I bet you were! Just like you always do, right?" Janet snarled. "You might as well clean this up while you're at it!" She furiously threw the grocery bag against the wall. Food flew in all directions; a carton of eggs splattered, running down the wall behind the couch. "What the shit're you doing?!" Vince shouted as he quickly pulled the couch away and snatched up the ripped bag to try to catch some of the eggs before they hit the carpet. "You gone crazy?!" Janet looked at the terrible mess she'd made for no good reason. She burst out crying and ran into the kitchen. "Mom! Hey - oh, for chrissake!" Vince exclaimed as the egg yolks began to soak through the paper. Janet quickly reappeared with a roll of towels and started to help him clean up, her face streaked with tears. "Why the hell did you do this?" he asked angrily as he gathered up the food that was still edible. "I've had an awful day, Vince ..." she sniffed miserably. "Carole started giving me a real hard time about being late, so I finally had the big blow-up with the bitch, and I really told her what I think of her. Then when I came home and saw the little mess you'd made, I just..." "Went apeshit! Well, what did you say to her?" "I called her a fat sow with a cottage cheese butt." "Ha! That's no lie!" Vince snorted. "Anything else?" "Nothing she didn't deserve." "Come on, tell me" "And I, um... also called her a cunt..." Janet muttered sheepishly, her face reddening. "Jesus!" Vince exclaimed, his eyes widening. "You really musta been pissed - I've never heard you say THAT before..." "Oh, I was - I nearly hit her." "You can bet your days there are numbered after all that." "Without question." "You still glad you said it?" Janet paused to think. "Yeah. Yeah, I am." "So am I," Vince said with a thin smile. "Well, I think we've got it all up," he said, looking around the living room. "Let's get the rest of it in the fridge before it spoils..." Janet took another sip of wine as she luxuriated in the bubble bath. The sweet scent of the aromatic bath oils filled the room as the warmth of the water soothed her tired muscles. She adjusted the small pillow her head was resting on; her rich auburn hair wrapped in a snow-white towel. Janet looked forward to her baths, since they were practically the only time she had to herself these days. They were her times to relax and reflect. She looked idly around the bathroom with heavy-lidded eyes: at the cracked plaster on the wall; at the water stain on the ceiling. "So different from Druid Hill..." she whispered dreamily. Janet's mind flew back to that other bathroom; the one with the huge Italian marble tub, the faucets in the shape of lions, and the heated floor. Back to the massive Tudor Revival mansion with its fan vaults, heavy oaken doors & pointed arches. Back to the days of wonder when the world had been hers... "Why did you leave me, Dack?" she asked the Silence for the millionth time. Janet Anders had been a fresh-faced 19 year-old just out of cosmetology school when her path crossed that of Dack Cameron. A 36 year-old Virginian, he was already a successful developer of shopping malls, well on his way to amassing a great fortune. Like all self-made men, he didn't lack confidence and he knew what he wanted, so when he saw the beautiful girl with the creamy white skin & saucy figure sitting primly at her table in the sidewalk cafe, he quickly - and illegally - parked his Porsche at the curb, strutted up and boldly introduced himself with a flashing smile any used car salesman would kill for. Janet had been impressed by the handsome, well-tailored older man (and his car), but even at her tender age, she was sophisticated enough not to let him know it as she politely but coolly responded to his smooth chit-chat. Then an ugly meter maid came along and put a ticket on his windshield. "She might take the ticket back if you rush over and tell her you're leaving right now." "She might, but since I'm not, the point is moot," he replied mischieviously. "You really must try their tiramisu - it's the best in town..." he said casually, signalling for the waiter. After dessert and more breezy banter from him, Janet put her coffee cup down. "Well, Mr. Cameron, thank you for lunch. I've enjoyed our conversation, but it's time to go." She reached for her purse. "Goodb-" He took her little hand gently but firmly. "Janet, I must see you again...' he said with a tone very different from his previous flirtatious talk. "Oh, I, um, don't think so, Mr. Cameron..." she replied, taken aback by his sudden sincerity. "Please don't let this moment pass..." he said urgently, his ice-blue eyes riveted to her wide green ones, willing her to comply. "A-Alright," Janet said reluctantly. "My number is 749-3896. Now I've really gotta go!." She took off like a startled bird... What followed was exactly the sort of thing the cliche "whirlwind romance" was coined to describe: Elegant dinners in the finest restaurants; jetting down to Palm Beach for weekend getaways; expensive gifts, and lots of laughter. Janet found herself bedazzled by it all. Suddenly the cute little hairdresser with realistic expectations for her life was hobnobbing with multimillionaires - and more than holding her own, too. As if by magic, her previously humdrum world was all roses & Godiva chocolate. And the master magician who'd conjured up this wonderful transformation was Dack Cameron. From the beginning, Janet was deeply appreciative of his generosity toward her, and she liked him very much, but she still reserved her most secret heart in order to keep it safe, needing to be sure about the true motives of this dynamic man. But as the weeks turned into months, Janet observed him carefully, becoming increasingly convinced of his basic decency, and of his genuine devotion to her. And so little by little, she lost ever more of her heart to him, until at last he possessed it all. Even her parents, who initially had been opposed to their romance because of the age difference, were won over by his irresistable charm. The Big Moment came soon enough: After dining on filet mignon & Baked Alaska at Tavern on the Green, Dack leaned forward, taking both her hands in his. "Janet darlin'," he began quietly with his gentle Southern drawl. "When I saw you that first day sitting in the sidewalk cafe as was driving by - so dainty & gorgeous - I knew I simply had to stop and meet you. From that instant I knew that you were the most adorable lady I'd ever seen, and our relatively brief time together has been enough to convince me of your maturity, feminine dignity & just plain goodness as well - all so rare in one so young. To me, you're just the most wonderful girl in the world, baby. I can't help feeling that fate has led us both to this time & place. So..." He reached into his pocket and produced a little green velvet box. He opened it with an almost shy smile. Janet gaped as she saw the blue-white 5 carat diamond set in a filigreed platinum band. "Will you do me the very great honor of becoming my wife?" "Oh, Dack!" she cried out, bursting into tears of happiness. "Yes - oh yes, my darling!" Janet wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply as the other diners erupted in applause... And so that was how Janet became Mrs. Dack Cameron, and the mistress of Druid Hill, his great estate in the rolling emerald fields of Virginia's Shenandoah Valley. Soon and to their immense joy, Janet became pregnant with Vincent. He turned out to be such a cute little fellow: intelligent & bold like his father; sweet-natured like his mother. They took great pleasure and satisfaction in raising him, chuckling at his mischevious childhood capers. He proved himself a keen student from the beginning of his school years, never getting anything less than a "B" on his report cards. And as he began to grow into strikingly handsome young manhood, he would also prove himself to be a fine natural athlete, excelling at swimming & wrestling. His active life gave him a trim, muscular physique that was the envy of the other boys - and the panty-moistening delight of all the giggly young girls. All things considered, it was an idyllic life they were leading when the ever-capricious hand of fate intervened. Dack worked hard, and he liked to play hard as well. In addition to his sports car collection, he was an avid motorcycle aficionado. He had several dirtbikes, a big Honda Gold Wing (the "La Z Boy on Wheels" he called it), an old Moto Guzzi that he was always tinkering with, and of course, a Harley. But his most prized bike was his sleek $115, 000 custom chopper. The irridescent blue paint job alone cost him over 10 grand. He loved nothing more than hopping on and heading up into the Blue Ridge Mountains to roar along the Skyline Drive. His craving for speed was both thrilling and cathartic for him - but it frightened Janet. The powerful exotic cars were bad enough from her perspective, but the bikes were what really scared her, and the deadly-looking chopper most of all. It demanded a skilled, experienced rider - which she knew Dack was - but that did nothing to alleviate her fears. She gently nagged him to sell it, causing one of the few arguments they had: "Look, will you just knock it off?" he said with irritation. "Hey, I could get splattered while drivin' to the store for a loaf of bread in the Range Rover, for God's sake - or I could just drop dead!" "But that bike is the most dangerous thing of all, honey! Riding it is just tempting-" "If your number's up, there ain't a damn thing you can do about it!" "But you-" "Enough!" Dack barked, slamming his fist on the table. "I know you you're scared for me, and I love you for that, but there's no way in hell I'm selling my favorite bike! I don't wanna to hear another word about it, understand?" A majestic canopy of autumn leaves covered the slopes on that perfect October day, a robin's egg blue sky above. The weather report hadn't called for rain, so Dack was surprised by the sudden squall. The mountain curves which had given him so much exhilaration now became treacherously slick, and his vision was hampered by the rain. He didn't see the big-eyed fawn standing in his path until the last instant. He jerked the handlebars in a desperate attempt to avoid the little creature, and somehow managed to do so - but he also lost control of the unforgiving machine. The front wheel hit the hairpin corner guardrail, crumpling the long fork into a chrome pretzel and flinging the howling steel beast over the rail and into the void. A hypnotically beautiful gold & crimson blur was the last thing Dack Cameron would ever see in this world... ... No one really thinks they'll die at 51. The mind naturally recoils from the contemplation of such a grim possibility. No, there's always tomorrow; plenty of time to correct previous mistakes. Dack Cameron had been no different. He'd quietly been experiencing a serious crisis in his business affairs at the time of his death: several big mall construction projects around the country had become stalled due to anti-corporate/environmentalist protests, and a general downturn in the economy forced many retailers to fold, which of course meant suddenly empty spaces in his other malls as well. All this came at a particularly unfortunate time, since his bankers (or "banksters," as Dack contemptuously called them) were demanding immediate payment on the huge construction loans. He'd tried reasoning with the hard-eyed men - but what did they care about the merit of his arguments? The Almighty Dollar was what they were after, period.. When his pleas didn't move them, he'd lost his temper, calling them "the international tribe of camel-faced parasites!" That, of course, did little to help his cause. Janet had been oblivious to all this. She'd been perfectly content to take care of the day-to-day running of Druid Hill (a not inconsiderable task), and to be a good mother to Vince. So it came as a massive shock when, right in the midst of her grief over Dack's death, the bankers began demanding from her the tidy sum of $597 million. Appalled, she turned in desperation to Dack's trusted vice president Bob Harris for advice. All he could do was raise his hands in a gesture of helplessness: Hard Adjustments Ch. 01 "We just don't have anywhere near those sorts of liquid assets, Mrs. Cameron," he said with sad resignation. "I'm so terribly sorry..." Dack Cameron's nationwide business empire collapsed with all the shocking suddeness of Alexander the Great's empire of the sword. The bankers foreclosed on his malls, on his gleaming headquarters building - and on Druid Hill itself. The great mansion, the priceless art & antiques, the cars and the accursed motorcycles were all auctioned off. A weeping Janet looked on helplessly as a swarm of opportunistic vultures descended on her home: stuck-up Old Money types in Burberry scarves sniffing for bargains; a gaudily bejeweled, clown-suited rapper & his "posse" of sycophants loudly chattering and pawing her beloved husband's personal items...she wanted to murder them all. The bankruptcy court decreed that even Dack's large life insurance pay-out had to go to his creditors. Perhaps some tiny spark of conscience flickered in their cold hearts because they "graciously" allowed Janet to keep a measely $100,000 of it. Since there was no way Janet could continue to live in the exclusive environs of Druid Hill (and since she was too embarrassed & too proud to hang around like a pathetic ghost anyway), she decided to leave the area, using the money to start over by purchasing the "pre-owned" Ford and the small tract house in a run-down Richmond neighborhood. The shattered woman had just wanted to disappear; to attempt to put the horror of it all behind her somehow. Not even her co-workers knew about her previous circumstances. "From rags to riches, then back to rags. Sounds like the plot of a cheap romance novel..." Janet muttered bitterly as she got out of the tub. She began to dry herself with the big soft towel, the vigorous rubbing giving her white flesh a rosy glow. Then she loosened the towel wrapping her hair, letting it cascade over her slim shoulders. Janet peered closely at her cute face the bathroom mirror. The delicate skin was taut & almost flawless, except for a few tiny laugh lines at the corners of her eyes. Then she appraised her nude body, turning from side to side: the large breasts, still perky at 38, crowned with pink puffy nipples so big they were like little tits themselves; the rounded tummy, just a wee bit fleshy from childbirth and streaked with a barely-noticeable stretch mark or two; the broad, womanly hips that advertized her fecundity; the big, shapely buttocks unmarred by cellulite; and the sexy legs, with soft curvy thighs, fine calves & slim ankles. Not too shabby, all things considered... Janet thought, a small smile lifting the corners of her pretty lips. She wrapped the big towel around her, fastened it at the breasts, opened the bathroom door & headed for her room. Once inside, she sat down at her dressing table, picking up the brush and beginning to give her hair the nightly 50 strokes. Tiredness really hit Janet now; she found herself almost nodding off as she completed the ritual. She glanced over at the clock radio on the nightstand: 8:17. Too early for bed really. Oh, what the hell.... she thought with a yawn. Janet took off the towel and tossed it onto the dressing table stool, grabbed a sheer nightie and pulled it on. She turned back the covers & got into bed with a groan of relief, stretching like a sleepy housecat, then reached over wearily to turn out the lamp. ... The following Saturday afternoon, Janet was preparing to meet Paula for coffee and maybe a little window shopping (just about the only kind she could afford). She fumbled in her purse for the car keys as she walked into the living room. Vince was sitting on the couch with Megan McCarthy, a neighborhood girl. They were watching a video of "Independence Day." "What a load of bullshit!" Vince laughed, nudging Megan. "Really! That scene is so stupid!" she giggled. "Well, I'm going out for a while," Janet said with a smile as she headed for the front door. "You can microwave some popcorn if you want a snack, and there's soda. Be good." "We'll try. Be careful on the road - and try to avoid the potholes," Vince replied. Janet was about 10 miles out when she realized she'd left her wallet on her dresser. "You dumbass!" she scolded herself as she pulled into a parking lot to turn around. Janet opened the front door. "Forgot my damn mon-." She stopped in mid-sentence when she saw that they were no longer in the living room. She could see that they weren't in the kitchen either. Janet shrugged and started climbing the stairs to get her wallet. She heard the telltale noises when she reached the top. "Oooo!." It was a feminine whine, accompanied by the squeak of bed springs. Janet was shocked: She knew Vince was 19, a ruggedly handsome young man now, and that of course most young men had sex lives - but somehow the thought of him actually "doing it" had never crossed her mind. To her, he was still "my baby." Plus, Megan wasn't what you call his "girlfriend" - just a female pal. And now to be so suddenly confronted with reality... Janet knew she should just walk on past his bedroom door, get her wallet and go. Yes, that would've been the sensible, decent thing to do. But her curiosity - and maybe something else she didn't recognize and couldn't comprehend - got the better of her. She tiptoed over to his door, which was slightly ajar, the noises growing loader with each step. She carefully put her eye to the crack, her pulse quickening involuntarily. The most outrageous sight imaginable scorched her retina: Megan was lying on her back with her thighs spread wide, her small breasts jiggling like jello as Vince screwed her hard. "Ohhh, fuck me, Vince! Fuck meee! Oh God!" she whimpered, stroking his muscled chest. Janet's eyes almost popped out of her head when she noticed the immensity of her son's penis: even though it was buried in Megan's vagina, she could see how thick it was - and that the slippery condom ended nearly three inches from the base. Oh my Lord. His... thing is huge.... Janet thought, staring in awe as she watched it stretch Megan's teenage pussy to its limit. Her own vagina began to tingle... "Yeah! You love it, dontcha, little girl?" Vince growled down at Megan, in total control of her. "Oooo yesss! I love your big cock! Uhhh!" she cooed, thrashing her head back & forth on the pillow. Vince leaned down to suck Megan's tits as he picked up the pace of his hammering. He drew most of her little cupcakes into his mouth, making her squeak. He hooked Megan behind the knees with his arms, exposing her totally to his assault. On and on it went. Janet was flabbergasted by his incredible staying power - she knew that most boys his age would've shot their wad within a couple of minutes at most. Janet's pussy was on fire now; the engorged, inch-long clitoris poking through its protective hood like a tiny penis, without being touched. She willed her feet to carry her away from this lurid scene she had no business watching, but they simply would not obey her... "Shit, Meggy, you got one tight li'l pussy..." he huffed, slamming his monster into the poor girl now, making her gasp in shock as she slid up toward the headboard. "It's yours, babee! Take itt! Fuck meee harderr!" They were both nearing the finale. Sweat trickled between Janet's quivering breasts, the lacy cups of the tight bra torturing her aching nipples. Thick pussy juice gushed from her spasming vagina, soaking the crotch of her silken panties... "Awfuck - I'm gonna cum..." Vince croaked. "Yesss! Take it out! Cum on meee!" Megan begged. Vince shifted his hips way back, causing his cock to pop out of Megan's sopping socket like a spring. Janet nearly fainted as she saw the full length of her son's penis for the first time. He pulled off the rubber with a wet snap, tossing it aside. Megan eagerly grabbed the massive pole and began jacking, her fingers far from circling it. "Cum for me, baby! I want your cum so bad!" Megan said with shocking sincerity. "Aw shit, I-ohhh! Awwfuuck!" Vince roared as his great penis erupted. The first surge of sperm blasted completely over Megan's body. There's no telling how far it would've gone if the wall hadn't been there to splatter against. The second gout arced over Megan's panting torso, hitting her squarely in her right eye. Janet gaped in utter disbelief as Vince's endless ejaculations streaked the young girl's face & body white with with his semen. The musky funk of her own son's sperm filled her lungs. That did it: Janet's knees turned to jelly as her throbbing vagina clenched tight in a shattering orgasm. She grabbed the door jamb to keep from falling down, and bit her lower lip to keep from screaming. At length, the spurting ceased. Megan released Vince's cock and began rubbing his semen into her tits & belly. Vince grinned at the sight, flopped down beside her & gave her a kiss. Janet was weak & lightheaded from her orgasm - and from the tidal wave of guilt over what prompted it. She released her death grip on the door frame and quietly went on rubbery legs to retrieve her wallet, then left with haste. ... Please vote and leave comments – SL Hard Adjustments Ch. 02 "Ooo! Aren't those shoes adorable?" Paula exclaimed, turning to Janet. She frowned when she saw the far-away look on her friend's face. "Jeez, you've been distracted all day. It's not much fun window-shoppin' with a mannequin, you know," she chided. "Oh - sorry...." Janet replied with an embarrassed smile. "What's the matter, hon?" "It's nothing. Nothing at all. I've, uh, just got a headache...." "Oh! You want an aspirin? I've got a bottle in here somewhere....." she began to rummage in her purse. "No, no, don't bother - I'm fine, really. I suppose I should go home and lie down for a while, though. But I hate to cut our day out short! You do understand, don't you?" she asked apologetically. "Of course I understand, sweetie! When you don't feel good, you can't enjoy anything! You go straight home and take a nap. I'll see you back in "prison" Monday." They exchanged kisses and Janet gratefully took her leave. She'd spent the outing in a fog. The memory of the scene in Vince's bedroom - and her appalling reaction to it - had been branded into her brain. At lunch she'd replied to Paula's gossippy girl-talk in monosyllables as the outrageous images were repeated over & over: Megan with her thighs spread wide, whimpering helplessly; Vince's huge penis thrusting into her nubile young body; his sperm spraying all over her, endlessly; then her own shattering orgasm as the pungent smell of it filled her quivering nostrils......... "Oh, why the hell did I look in his room? Why?" Janet groaned as the scorching recollection caused her swollen clitoris to throb yet again. Fluid flowed from her vagina, re-moistening the stiffened crotch of her panties. An oncoming driver blared his horn as she edged into his lane, startling Janet out of her reverie. She jerked the wheel back to the right, her heart skipping beats. "Almost home. Get yourself together, woman......." she said breathlessly, wiping the sweat from her brow with a tissue. Janet quietly closed the front door and almost cautiously walked in. The house was quiet. She looked at the clock: 3:47. I guess I'd better start dinner, she thought idly, making her way to the kitchen. She took a package of ground beef out of the fridge, patted out some burgers and put them on the stove to fry. She went through the motions of meal preparation like an automaton: opening a can of corn; slicing up potatoes and putting them in the deep fryer; absorbed in her troubled thoughts as the sizzling sounds grew louder. "Damn, that smells good!" Vince said from behind her, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. "Vince!! D-don't you DARE creep up on me like that!!" Janet shouted, her hand pressing to her chest. It was as if he'd risen out of the floor. "Sorry! I didn't think I was creepin'....." "You nearly gave me a heart attack!" "I said I was sorry, ok?" "Well, don't you ever do that again!" she said, flipping the burgers, and adding slices of cheese. "You're home kinda early, ain't you? I thought you said you'd be gone all day." "I, um, I had a headache, so I decided to come on back." A pause. "Where's Megan?" "Oh, she left about an hour ago," he replied with a self-satisfied look. "You seem to like her quite a lot....." Janet said, taking the burgers out of the skillet and putting them onto buns. "Yeah, she's alright," he said with a shrug, as he scooped the fries out of the boiling oil with a strainer. "'She's alright'? You two seemed to be - getting along real good......" "Well, I like her, sure - Meggy's a nice girl 'n' all, you know. But she's just a friend really." Just a friend!, Janet thought, scandalized by his cavalier attitude. "Are you sure she sees things the same way?" "Oh hell yeah. She's no more "in love" with me than I am with her. No doubt about that." On hearing this, Janet felt an unexpected rush of satisfaction - and it chilled her. "Well, what are you waiting for? Set the table!" she snapped irritably....... ................................................................................................................... The weeks that followed were sheer hell for Janet. The harder she tried to expunge from her mind the images of her son having sex, the more frequently they plagued her. She'd be going about her business - doing the daily shopping; engaging in small talk as she tinted a customer's hair - then the filthy scenes would flash before her again, instantly causing her pussy to come to life in that awful way. "You okay, honey?" Marcy asked one day when the visions struck. "Huh? Of course!" she replied, rattled. "Why do you ask?" "Well, you're as red as a beet....." "Oh. It's j-just a little stuffy in here, that's all......" Janet's inner turmoil made her short-tempered with her friends & acquaintances - and doubly so with Vince. She'd always enjoyed his company very much, but now his mere presence unsettled her greatly. His slightest transgression would set her off. Naturally, her prolonged irritability toward him left him nonplussed, and increasingly resentful. "Damned if I know what her problem is....." Vince confided to Megan one afternoon, shaking his head. "I mean, she snaps at me like a rabid chihuahua - for nothing! At first, I just thought she was having her period, ya know? But a fuckin' period don't last for weeks & weeks! I'm not gonna take much more of this shit....." Not even sleep provided Janet a respite from her torment. Late one sweltering August night, she awoke breathless from yet another nocturnal replay; her nightie clinging to her perspiring flesh, her bottom soaked with her fluids. Janet's vagina was on fire; her clitoris enormously swollen and throbbing with her rapid pulse. Her tortured body ached, crying out for the release she'd denied it for so long. With a trembling hand, she hesitantly slid the drawer of the nightstand open, reached in and took out a big, realistic dildo she'd bought years before. She gazed at it in the half-light of the full moon. Its length & thickness were almost the same as his..... Janet lifted the wet nightie and spread her soft thighs. She began rubbing the shaft of the dong along the slit of her inflamed labia; slathering honey onto her inch-long clit & pubic hair. Then she placed the bulbous head of the dildo to the weeping entrance of her sex. "Please forgive me, but I need this so....." Janet whispered as she slowly parted the walls of her vagina with the massive fake penis. Inch by inch she pushed it into her body, until at last its rubber testicles were pressed to her quivering asshole. Janet held still a moment, a stifled sob of satisfaction escaping her lips at the wonderful feeling of fullness in her womb. She withdrew the dildo except for the head, then thrust it all the way back in, and faster than before, causing her to hiss through gritted teeth. As she began to vigorously work the dong back & forth in her pussy, the lurid images of Vince's magnificent penis ramming into Megan returned with a vengeance - and this time Janet was too weak to resist their intoxicating power. "Yesss...... t-take me, Vince........take Mommy, my darling........" Janet reached into her nightie with her free hand, urgently exposing her sweaty breasts. She rolled & stretched her swollen nipples as she plunged the dildo into her sopping vagina with increasing rapidity. Janet was hotter than a two-dollar pistol, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer. She reamed her juicy box, twisting the dong this way & that, the squishy noises filling the room. "Mommy's pussy is yours, baby.........only yourrrs..........ohhhhh my Godd......." The orgasm hit Janet like a hurricane. Her vagina contracted, clamping the dildo in an iron grip. Electric shocks of pleasure jolted from her spasming womb, traveling in waves up her tummy to her livid nipples. Janet bucked her crotch off the bed, and bit her hand to keep from screaming in ecstasy. Janet's buttocks flopped back onto the damp mattress as the orgasm petered out. She was totally exhausted. As she withdred the slick dildo from her sated pussy, she was inundated with a terrible flood of guilt. "Ohhh, how could I think of my own son like that......." Janet whimpered pitifully, tears pouring down her cheeks. "My own baby.......I'm evil.....evil.........." She quietly wept herself to sleep. ............................................................................................................................. Rather than providing even temporary relief, Janet's surrender to the incestuous fantasy had only inflamed her forbidden lust. She suddenly found herself masturbating with unprecedented frequency, sometimes 3 times a day. Janet pistoned the dildo into her pussy over & over in her desperate attempts to quench the unholy fire in her loins. All to no avail. She tried to imagine sex with movie stars, or handsome men she'd seen on the streets - with anyone but Vince - but she was mortified to discover that she could no longer achieve orgasm without thinking of her son. Her guilt - and her temper - became worse by the day. One evening, a furious Janet came storming into the house after another hard day at the salon. "You promised me you were gonna cut the damn grass this afternoon, but you lied - as usual!" she shouted, slamming the front door. Christ, here we go again, Vince thought, rolling his eyes. "Hey, I tried to, but the mower wouldn't start! I think it needs a new spark plu-" "Oh, bullshit!" she spat furiously. "You've always - always - got some lame excuse for not keeping your word! Well, you'd damn sure better start pulling your weight around here, mister, or you can pack your bags right now!" Vince got to his feet, his face reddening. "You got no reason to talk to me like that! I do plenty around here, and you know it! Who the hell painted this dump two weeks ago? Huh? And who unclogged the friggin' sink? The plumber you can't afford? I don't think so!" "Yeah, yeah, I suppose you want a medal!" Janet sneered. "Why shouldn't you do at least a little something to earn your keep?" "You bitch!" Vince shouted. "You've been bustin' my balls for months now - and goddam it, I ain't taking any more!" Blind with a rage born of pent-up sexual frustration, Janet slapped his face for the first time in his life, stunning them both. Vince's big fists were balled painfully tight as he struggled to control the urge to crush her. Janet suddenly burst into tears. "I-I'm sorry, Vincie! I didn't mean......" "I don't know what your fucking problem is," he said with a slow, dangerous growl, "but whatever it is, I know it's not my fault. So you better stop taking it out on me, or your gonna find yourself without a son". Janet tried to reach out to him, but he pushed her hands away and stomped upstairs to his room. Miserable, Janet needed to get out of the house for a while. She snatched up her purse and fled..... ...................................................................................................... As Vince lay on his bed cooling off, he mused about his mother's rotten attitude toward him. She'd always been such a sweet, quiet woman, and especially to him. "What's caused this change in her toward me? What the hell can it be?" he said aloud, wracking his brain as he looked at the ceiling. Then he sat up on the edge of the bed. "Let's see what I can find out....." Vince walked into Janet's bedroom and turned on the lamp. He glanced around, seeing nothing out of the ordinary: the makeup, perfumes, combs & hairbushes neatly arranged on the dressing table; the pictures and feminine knick-knacks on their lace doilies. He began opening dresser drawers, looking under the folded pillowcases & sweaters, thinking maybe she had a secret diary. He rummaged through her closet, checking pockets and the boxes on the shelf. "Nothin'. Shit...." he muttered. His eyes fell on the nightstand. "Ah - I forgot about you...." The top drawer contained only pens, writing paper and a few dog-eared romance novels. Vince snorted with amusement at the windy titles: "The Savage & the Lady"; "Love's Sweet Agony", etc. Then he slid open the bottom drawer. His eyes widened when he saw the big dildo. He whistled as he rather gingerly picked it up. Damn - she don't mess around...., he thought. Vince knew his mother was a fine-looking lady, but he'd never really thought of her as a sexual being before. On a sudden impulse, he brought the dildo to his nose: The heady scent of Woman lingered. Vince's cock began to stir. Slightly embarrassed, he put it back and was about to close the drawer when he noticed the white cloth at the very back. He reached in and took it out: It was an unwashed pair of his jockey shorts. What the shit're these doing in here....., he thought, furrowing his brow. Then he saw the world-shattering sight that he would never forget: A big lipstick ring on the crotch. Flabbergasted, Vince gawked in disbelief. Fucking hell...... Mom w-wants....... He stared at the ring for what seemed an age, not trusting his eyes, but it was unmistakeable. It had all become terribly clear to Vince now. His head was spinning with a maelstrom of emotion: With fury at his mother for taking her frustration over her filthy desire out on him - and with rage at the unasked-for, unthinkable sexual excitement this monstrous revelation was causing to blaze like wildfire throughout his body. In spite of his shock, Vince's big penis became a bar of white-hot iron. "OH MY GOD!!" Vince whipped his head toward the doorway and saw a horrified Janet standing there, her hands covering her gaping mouth. She'd dropped her purse; its contents were scattered on the floor. Their eyes met. She tried to speak, but no words came out. They just stood there like that; Vince's laser stare of accusation turning Janet's spine to jelly. "So this is the reason for it all....." Vince finally choked out, his voice thick with a mixture of loathing & lust. "It-It's not what you think, Vince!" Janet said in a rush, desperate to come up with a plausible lie. "You see, I-" "The reason for the hell you been givin' me all this time...." It was as if he didn't hear her. "This is just a terrible misunder-" "Biting my head off when I didn't do nothin'...." He began to walk toward his mother slowly, ominously.... "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I've just been under tremend-" Janet backed up as Vince stalked toward her like a predator, his awful eyes burning. "So you took it out on me. When you were the guilty one...." "Please, baby....please..." He towered over her now. Janet's heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at him pleadingly with doe eyes. "When all this time you've been craving this ....." Vince slowly pulled his zipper down. "Oh sweet Jesus!" Janet cried out, her eyes bulging at the awe-inspiring sight of her son's magnificent penis as it burst forth from his jeans like a nuclear missile. "This is what you need. We both know it now....." "No! It's not true....not true....." Try as she might, she just couldn't tear her eyes from the massive pole. "Take your clothes off...." "No! I can't! Please, baby!" she whined. "Damn you, I said take those clothes off!" Janet flinched. Never before had he dared to speak to her in such a rough, commanding manner. It made her go weak in the knees. With a sob, she slowly reached for the top button of her blouse with trembling fingers. "Yeah, that's right.......expose yourself to your son like the shameless hussy you really are......" Vince muttered. A long, thick string of precum began to drool nastily from his huge red cockhead. The sight caused his Mom's swollen clitoris to throb almost painfully. Janet's face was crimson as she eased the blouse off her slim shoulders and let it fall to the floor. "Well? What're you waitin' for? Take the bra off." "Oh no! It's n-not right, honey! Not ri-" "I think you heard what I said....", Vince growled. Openly weeping now, Janet obeyed. "Christ......" Vince said with awe as he saw his mother's breasts for the first time: big creamy peaks, jutting proudly without even a hint of middle-age sag; the puffy, pink, mouth-watering nipples their crowning glory. Vince's penis jerked violently at the sight, flinging a small string of precum up onto the left tit. It slowly oozed onto the rubbery areola, making Janet shiver. "Now the rest...." Vince managed to croak. "Ohhh sweetheart - this has got to stop now! We've gone much too far already!" "Off!" Vince watched Janet's every movement like a hawk as she eased the skirt down over her hourglass hips. Finally, she was clad only in a tiny pair of green silk panties and black leather flats. He could see that the crotch was sodden. "Drop them..." "Please, darling, please don't make me take my panties off! I'm your m-mom!!" she cried. "Goddammit, I told you to get 'em off! NOW!!" he barked, crazed with lust. With a loud sob, Janet slid them down. Vince gazed in dreamlike wonder at the stupendous sight of his nude mother cowering before him. A trickle of pussy juice seeped out of her, leaving a glistening trail as it slowly made its way down her curvy inner thigh. Janet was quivering with a combination of fear and unholy desire, and that made Vince every bit as excited as the sight of her gorgeous feminine flesh. This was an outrageous new sensation for him, made all the more potent by being completely out of the blue: the awesome feeling of sexual power over his own mother. A hitherto dormant aspect of his psyche came bursting forth with shocking suddeness: the terrible Id had broken free from the inhibiting chains of morality. And he reveled in it. With a starving tiger roar, Vince sprang forward and swept Janet up into his arms. She gave out a frightened cry as he tossed her onto her bed like a rag doll and pinned her there with his powerful body. He instantly found her left nipple and drew it deep into his ravenous mouth, eliciting a squeal of shock from Janet. She frantically tried to resist him: pounding his broad wrestler's shoulders with her tiny fists as he mercilessly worked his jaws on her breast - desperate not to give in to the awful lust that had been pent up inside her for so long. - but to no avail. Her feeble punches slowed, then ceased altogether; the fists unclenched, and the little French-nailed fingers began to knead the rippling muscle. "Omigod! No, noooo......." she wept as she succumbed to the incredible waves of pleasure flowing from her titty. Vince luxuriated in his mother's marvelous feminine softness, pressing his face into her pillowy breast as he sucked. Janet watched with gaping disbelief as he stretched her thick, rubbery nipple obscenely with his mouth, lifting her entire boob off her chest. He released it with a loud vacuum-pop. They both stared at the livid, swollen nipple, throbbing and wet with his saliva. Vince blew on it, causing Janet to gasp, then rolled it in his fingers as he began to suck the other one. He slowly moved his free hand down Janet's torso as he feasted on her, feeling every inch of milk-white flesh: the delicate ribcage; her soft, slightly rounded tummy. When his hand arrived at his mother's luscious bush of auburn pubic hair - a neatly (but not obviously) trimmed thatch that looked just right - he combed his fingers through the silken strands. Then Vince began to rub her engorged clit with his fingertips, drawing a big gasp from Janet. He scissored the shiny bud between index & middle fingers and tugged gently. This caused Janet to involuntarily buck her crotch off the bed. She quickly clamped her thighs back together, instinctively trying to protect her steaming womanhood. Vince released her throbbing nipple. "C'mon, sweetheart...." he rasped lustily. "Open up for me...." Hard Adjustments Ch. 02 "Oh no!! It's wronnng, baby!!" "So is suckin' my underwear. Now, be a good girl and spread those sexy legs for me so I can see your sweet little nookie ...." Further resistance was futile, so a crimson-faced Janet closed her eyes tight as she hesitantly opened her creamy thighs. It was Vince's turn to gasp as he saw the magnificent sight of his mom's pussy: the inflamed, inch-long outer lips pouting; delectible little inner lips winking; the vaginal ambrosia seeping from the tiny hole. It looked just like a pink rose heavily dappled with morning dew, and it was the most gorgeous thing Vince had ever seen in his life. "Christ Almighty....." he croaked, overcome with a surge of lust like he'd never experienced before. "I-I just got to....." He couldn't even finish the sentence. He urgently repositioned himself, then instantly thrust his wide-open mouth into his own mother's sopping vagina. "Ohhhh my God!! No-please!! Oh!! Oh!!" Vince attacked Janet's sex like a savage. Her delightfully chubby pussy cheeks were mashed on his face like a fleshy doughnut. His lips sealed her melting snatch. Gaping in total disbelief, Janet looked down between her trembling thighs to see her son's eyes boring into hers, his nose buried in her pubic hair. "Oh shittt - this can't be happening!! It just can'ttt!! UHHHH!! AHHHGGGDD!! NNNNGGGHH!!" Her reaction drove Vince crazy: Furiously he rubbed his face from side to side in her pussy, smearing her sticky honey all over, overwhelmed by a primal need to have her musk on him. He rapidly swiped his long, thick tongue through her pink gape and lashed her tortured clitty with it, then he snaked it as far into her vagina as he could. Vince swirled it around & around, reaming her wide, searching. Suddenly Janet squealed like a schoolgirl, and Vince knew he'd found what he was searching for: her G-spot. He mercilessly rubbed the spongy bump of tissue with the tip of his tongue, and reached up to stretch her nipples. That did it. "Ooooo!! I'm-I'm gonna.....cummmingg!! NNNNGGGAAHH!!" Janet humped her sodden vagina into her son's sucking maw as he gulped down the surge of forbidden nectar, not allowing even a drop to escape. He was enraptured by the salty-sweet taste as it slid down his throat. At length the orgasmic tremors subsided and Janet's butt plopped onto the bed. She was panting with exhaustion, her flesh beaded with sweat now. She looked through heavily-lidded eyes at her son's face as it lifted from her drenched crotch: she marveled at the outrageous sight of her own vaginal juices glistening on it. "Oh my Lord......" she gasped with horrified fascination. "I ain't done with you yet, baby - not by a long shot....." Vince growled, his voice thick with his mother's viscous secretions. He put his hands behind Janet's knees and pushed them to her titties for maximum exposure. With a wicked leer, he lowered his face between her thighs once more. "What the hell're..... y-you can't mean you're gonna do - THAT!!" Janet exclaimed as Vince started licking her big, pink asshole with that demon-tongue. "Ohhhh, donnn't, Vincie! Leave me at least a shred of dignity! Please!!" she cried. Vince paid her no heed, swept away on a tornado of incestuous lust. He slowly swirled his tongue around the gorgeous circle, prepping it with his saliva. Then he pressed the tip against the crinkly, twitching flesh. "Ohhh nooo........pleasedontpleasedont........o god o god o god........." Janet babbled as her son's tongue began to Sodomize her. Vince was amazed by the tightness of Janet's anus as the twitching ring of muscle protested this outrage. His sex-mad brain could hardly believe that it was happening. He opened his mouth wide to get every bit of his tongue into her rectum. When it was all the way in, he began to curl it, stretching the rubbery tube. "Yesss!! Tongue my asshole!!" Janet howled suddenly, grabbing his hair. She was swept away now. Vince vigorously started working it back & forth in his mom's butt; his nose entering her gushing vagina with every forward thrust. He watched her closely as he devoured her femininity. Janet's lovely face was a the ideal monitor of her sexual abandon: one instant, open-mouthed ecstasy; the next, a grimace of lustful shame at the enormity of it all. It was just right for Vince: that Perfect Look that every man wants to see on his lady's face when he's taking her. But to see it on his own mother's face drove him into a frenzy. He pulled his tongue out of her and began to suck her asshole with the same intensity he had her pussy. Janet gawped at the sight of Vince's face buried deep in her butt cheeks; only his eyes visible, glowing like the coals of Hell..... "My butt is yoursss!! You own me!! O Jesu-AUGHHHH!! NGUHHH!!" she brayed as the second orgasm struck like a sledgehammer. Her head thrashed on the pillow and she bucked her butt into his face, involuntarily letting out a loud fart right into her son's relentless mouth. "GOD!! OMYGODDD!!" Janet shrieked, bursting into burning tears of mortification at being unable to control her body while in the throes of such a shattering climax. At last, Janet collapsed like a deflated balloon. Her entire body was trembling and she hummed tunelessly; her mind momentarily out of order. Vince finally withdrew his face from between his mother's buttocks, giving each one a loving suck. He got to his knees. His monstrous cock was beet-red and jumping with every heartbeat. It was bigger & harder than it had ever been before. When Janet came down from the clouds, she saw it looming over her: an astonishing amount of precum surged out of the massive knob with every throb and spilled onto her pubic hair, soaking it. Vince pressed her knees to her titties, exposing his mother totally. He began rubbing the underside of his penis in the matted bush, making Janet groan. She knew what was going to happen next if she didn't stop this madness, and she still had just enough sense to at least make a last feeble effort. "N-No, baby!! We have to stop right now - we have to!! You can't screw me!! You just CAN'T!!" she exclaimed, her wide eyes riveted to her son's threatening penis. "Oh, I'm gonna screw you alright.....gonna ride you like a rented mule....." Vince choked out as he continued to rub his dick against her pussy. "Nooooo!! It-it's not right.....not right........" she wailed as the friction of his shaft on her engorged clit weakened her resolve still further. "Gonna give it to you like you know you need it....." Vince placed the turgid knob against the sodden lips of Janet's vagina and eased it in, making her cry out. "Oh please don't do this to me, sweetheart!! I'm begging you - please, please don't!!" Vince slid in another inch, causing Janet to shudder with yearning. "You're gonna be mine tonight.......all mine......." "But I am your M-MOTHER!!" Janet bawled piteously. Vince had no more restraint. "NOW!!" With a groan of ecstasy, he sank his great stake of turgid flesh inch by inch into the sopping, velvety depths of her vagina. An indescribable animalistic sound emerged from his mother's throat as he pushed past her tight cervix and completely filled the very womb that created him. At last, his big balls were pressed snugly to her wet, quivering asshole. He held still. They said nothing for a long moment. He looked down into her wide eyes. Tears glistened on her cheeks. She looked to Vince like a helpless little girl. He broke the silence. "I've got you now, Mom......I've got all of you........" "Ohhhh...... ohhhh noooo.......not with m-my....my baby!!" "Yesss!! Your baby boy has got his big, fat cock buried all the way in your pussy - just the way you imagined it!" "Unnnnguhh!!" "Beg for it!" "Oh God!! Oh Jesus help me!!" "No one's gonna help you now - you're mine! Beg for what you crave!" "D-Do it!! Dooooo it!!" "Do what? I'm not sure I know just what you want...." "J-Just do itttt!!" "Say the magic word...." "Fu-......." Janet bit her lip and closed her eyes tight. "Eh? What was that?" "FUCK ME!! YES!! FUUUUCKKK MEEEE!!" With triumphant laugh, Vince withdrew his penis until only the head remained inside, then thrust all the way back in, hard. He began fucking his mother furiously. Janet wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, locking her ankles on his pumping ass. "Hell yeah! This is what you've been dreaming of - ain't it?" he huffed, swivelling his hips, reaming her juicy snatch. "Yes!! Yesssss!! I've needed you to fuck me soooo bad!! Uh!! UHHHH!!" "Who's your man now? Huh, baby?" "You are!! Only youuu!! I'm your lady from now onnnn!!" "And you're gonna be a good girl again, right? No more bitchiness?" "Noooo!! I'll be good, I promise!!" "That's my sweet baby....." He leaned down to suck a wildly-jiggling nipple as he hammered her mercilessly. The deliciously lewd squishy sound of their coupled organs filled the room as they rutted. A bubbly white froth of their sex fluids accumulated on Janet's pussy like whipped cream. Vince exulted in possessing his mother both physically & spiritually like this. As for Janet, there were no more defenses; Vince had stripped away all her armor, making her face up to her need to surrender to him. Now she was as open as a rose in the sun. "Ohhhh fuck me, fuck me, Vincie!! Yesss, fuck your Mommy so very hardddd...." "Uh!! What a fantastic pussy!!" he gasped. "And it's YOUR pussy, my darling!! Ohhhhmmmgodd!!" "C-Can't last much longer....." "Cum, baby!! I need your sperm!!" Janet wailed. "Here it-here it co-!! Awwwfuckkk!! Vince roared and thrust all the way onto his mother as his cock exploded like one of Osama's jihad jockeys. Janet squealed as she felt the first blast of scalding hot semen sear the tender walls of her inflamed womb. She curled her painted toes and dug her heels hard into her son's ass, greedily wanting every last fraction of an inch of his penis in her body as he endlessly jetted rope after sticky rope of incestuous sperm into her belly. "Ohhhhhh yessss, sweetheart!! Spray your seed into Mommeeee!! How I've ached for itt!!" "Shit, shit, shit...." Vince wheezed, grimacing as he spurted on & on. Never before had he ejaculated quite like this, and that's saying something. His sperm flooded Janet's womb to overflowing and burst out, splashing his balls and drenching her quivering buttocks. When at last he stopped spewing, Vince pulled his still-hard cock out of his mother's ravished vagina and flopped down beside her, utterly spent. He groaned as Janet hungrily cleaned the jism off his penis with her lovely mouth...... .................................................................................... "What on earth made you want me like that anyway?" Vince asked his mother suddenly, as she lay snuggled up to him with her head on his chest. "I hesitate to say...." Janet replied, rolling her eyes. "C'mon, out with it." "Well, it all started that Saturday when I left you & Megan to meet Paula for lunch. When I got a few miles out, I realized I had left my money at home. When I came back to get it and I passed your room, you were screwing her......" "Ahhh! So THAT was it!" "Yes. I heard the noise, peeked through the crack, and that was that...." "You horny little devil!" Vince teased. "I shouldn't have looked," Janet said ruefully, tears filling her pretty eyes again. "If I'd minded my own damn business, I wouldn't have started fantasizing about you and none of this insanity would've happened......" "Hey now, none of that!" he said, wiping away a tear as it trickled down her blushing cheek. "I-I've ruined our clean, normal mother-son relationship, Vincie! I know it can never be the same again, ever....." "Well, I suppose you're right about that. But so fuckin' what? What we've got now is a damn great thing all its own," he said with a grin, squeezing her breast. "But aren't you disgusted with me? You were before. I know I'm disgusted with myself..." "Look, just forget that, okay? I mean, hell yeah, I admit I was stunned when I learned the truth. Who wouldn't be, ya know? And I do realise that a huge change between us has taken place here - no doubt about that. Yeah, it's all pretty confusing," Vince said seriously, furrowing his brow. "But I still love you as my mother, and nothing can change that fact - nothing. It's just that now we've added the love of a man and his woman." "It surely can't be that simple," Janet said grimly, shaking her head. "It can be whatever we make it." "Do you think we can survive this?" "Not just 'survive' - thrive." "And you really don't hate me, baby? Please tell me the truth, however painful......" she implored, desperate for reassurance. Vince kissed his mother tenderly, as a lover. "Does that answer your question, you silly girl?" "Oh God, how I love you, my baby - my man!" Janet exclaimed with relief & joy, snuggling even closer. ........................... To my readers: Thanks for your patience in waiting for this chapter. Please don't forget to vote & leave comments - S.L.