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Jerri Ch. 01

By: Franco Pauli



Jerri Rollins was pleased. Summer had officially begun and things seemed right with the universe. Her son had graduated magna from Stanford Law the week before; her husband had just been promoted to C.E.O. of Broxton Electronics and she had finally lost those last ten pounds in her quest to get back to her pre-marriage weight. She laughed when she realized she had placed her rather modest achievement in the same category as that of her "guys," as she referred to them. Vanity, thy name is woman, she thought. And their first party of the summer looked to be even more successful than she had expected. Every guest invited was in attendance along with several people she had never met. And, it appeared that everyone had a reason to celebrate. Jerri knew the keys to a successful party. She made sure there were plenty of food, good music and a never-ending supply of potent potables for her guests to enjoy. As night began to fall, she made certain the caterers had every platter of food refilled, plentiful supplies of drinks were within easy reach and the perfect music was playing in the background. It was finally her turn to relax and enjoy.

As if reading her mind, her husband Matt was instantly at her side, his right hand offering her a giant Margarita. "The perfect hostess deserves the perfect drink." He leaned and kissed her lovingly on the cheek. "You have done a wonderful job, Baby."

"Well thank you kind sir." She noticed his hands were empty and asked why he didn't have a drink to toast with her.

"I'm just pacing myself, love. I have plans for later this evening." He flashed a devilish grin and let his hand casually drop to her perfect teardrop ass and give it a gentle squeeze. 

"So you think you are going to get lucky, eh...anyone in particular?" She quickly glanced around for prying eyes then dropped her hand to the front of his pants, gripping his cock through the thin summer weight material. "If you don't, I just happen to know of a certain woman who might love to ride the beauty all night long. I hear she's a whore in bed." She grinned wickedly and quickly released his cock. 

"She sounds like my kind of woman...I just hope she has something left for me after the party because I'll have plenty for her." It had been several days since they had had sex and she felt her pussy begin to moisten at the thought of her husband's gorgeous cock pounding her hungry cunt. "As for you," he added laughing, "You had better go and mingle with your fans. Pete has been waiting to dance with you all night." He laughed and kissed her on the cheek. "Just be careful, he is on his third drink and you know how he gets," he teased. She laughed, remembering their last party and Pete's wandering hands. 

"Thanks for the warning, love. Maybe I should go and put on a suit of armor." They both laughed until Mat gave her a gentle shove towards the pool. 

"Now get." Jerri was still laughing as she approached a small group of her friends chatting near the pool. The Richardson's and the Carlson's generally stayed together at parties. Jerri dismissed the rumors that the two couples had more than a close friendship, but she knew first hand that Todd Carlson was definitely a ladies man. And it was Todd, not Pete Mathews that her husband should worry about. She had come awfully close to stepping over the line with Todd. While she had never actually been unfaithful to her husband, she had come awfully close. It was slightly more than a year ago, when after too many drinks to remember, she wound up in the Carlson's kitchen pantry with Todd's hand inside her panties and her hand firmly wrapped around his massive cock. 

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on your point of view, as she guided his cock towards her smoothly shaved pussy, he stepped on the tail of Whiskers, their family cat. The episode ended with a scene that resembled something from a Jerry Lewis movie. There was overturned shelving, broken bottles of champagne spewing all over the place and a bag of flour that exploded as it hit the floor. They sobered instantly, rearranged their clothing and flicked the light back on before the crowd rushed in to see what had happened. The once black cat even scared a few of the other guests as she tore out of the room covered in flour. The two ghost-like creatures were laughing like fools when their friends finally arrived at the scene. 

Since that time, they had kept a friendly and discrete distance. It was their little secret they kept. She was almost grateful the encounter had turned out the way it had. Jerri loved her husband and truly wanted to remain faithful. But for some reason, that little seed of desire remained firmly planted in Jerri's mind, nurtured by the fact that Todd often made it perfectly clear they had unfinished business. Jerri stepped between Beth and Carl Richardson, and slipped her arm around Beth's handsome husband. 

"I hope you all are enjoying yourselves." She was instantly greeted with a chorus of warm greetings, the perfunctory hugs, kisses and kudos for the lovely party. She loved every single word of praise and gave them a graceful curtsey in acceptance. She briefly glanced up at Todd, noticing his gaze immediately move upward from her cleavage to her face. The hungry look in his eyes instantly jogged loose some carefully suppressed memories and let them bubble to the top of her consciousness. She could almost feel his phantom cock throbbing in her hand again, the smooth jacket of pliable skin sliding over the rigid core, as her soft hand stroked the length of his magnificent manhood. She stood up straight and covered the flush she felt spreading over her face by taking a generous sip of her Margarita. 

The ensuing small talk gave Jerri a chance to catch up on the gossip from the neighborhood and their plans for the summer. The foursome was heading to the Caymans for two weeks. Jessica, Todd's wife, teased both men, remarking that the only reason they agreed was to get them naked on a nude beach they had discovered on previous trip. 

"Why don't you come with us, Jerri? I bet Todd would spring for a ticket just to see you naked." The remark surprised her, but she took it in stride and managed to laugh with the others. Jerri wondered if Jessica suspected anything about Todd. But, as if reading her mind, Jessica winked at her and smiled warmly as she slipped her arm around Jerri's waist. She leaned closer and softly whispered into her ear. "Come on hon, we all know you drive him crazy..." she whispered. "But don't worry, you drive me crazy too," she added with a giggle. She pulled away, but managed to gently bite her earlobe in the process, causing a shiver of excitement to run down Jerri's spine. 

"No, no, no, no, no. She can't come with us," Beth chirped laughingly. "We have enough trouble competing with all those hard bodies as it is...we don't need to import MORE competition." She paused for a moment and glanced around to ascertaining their level of privacy. "Although...Jessica and I could buy Matt a ticket and make us all happy." She grinned wickedly at Jerri and then gave Jessica a conspiratorial wink. 

"You guys are so bad," Jerri groaned. All four of them answered in unison, with an "uh huh" so perfectly timed it appeared to be choreographed. They immediately burst into laughter mixed with a few not too subtle remarks that hinted the rumors were correct. Strangely, their left-handed invitation to join them in their escapades excited Jerri, as did Jessica's little confession. Her curiosity was peaked. Hell, she was actually flattered in a way. She fanned herself, feigning an overheated libido and gulped down the rest of her drink. "You guys should be more careful what you wish for," she remarked with a wink. "I just might take you up on your offer." With that remark, she decided it was time to go mingle with her other guests and headed off to find a refill for her drink. 

She slithered through the group around the bar and discovered a rather cute bartender distributing a pitcher of Margaritas. "Save some for the hostess," she chimed over the chatter as she eased up to the rail. The bartender, recognizing his priorities, immediately filled her glass. She watched his eyes sweep over her slowly and a broad smile spread over his face. A quick glance downward revealed she was putting on quite a display for the handsome young man. The front of her dress had gaped open and her ripe breasts lay nestled in the sheer half cups of her lacy bra. She knew he could plainly see her nipples through the gauzy material and that thought alone made them begin to harden. She brazenly looked into his eyes and smiled, letting him enjoy the view for a moment longer then discreetly leaned back away from the bar, letting the material of her dress drop back into place. She suddenly felt a muscular arm slide around her waist and tug her gently back against an equally muscular and hard body. 

"Hi, you must be Toby's younger sister." Jerri immediately recognized the voice of Mike Carlson, Todd's son and Toby's best friend. Jerri leaned back against his chest and looked back at him, laughing at the handsome best friend of her son. 

"Flattery will get you everything, young man." He grinned and kissed her gently on the forehead. She liked Mike very much. She had watched him grow up from a shy and awkward little boy into what could only be described as a lady-killer. He had the charm and poise of a man far older and looks that even made her pussy tingle at times, especially when she had the chance to study his body at their pool. Even through his fashionably baggy trunks, she could tell he was well endowed. She had even fantasized about him pumping his thick cock in and out of her while she was sucking her husband's cock. She knew that was just the wishful thinking of an older woman, but she thoroughly enjoyed the flirting that had become common between the two of them. "But, why would you want with this old lady...when you have your pick of all the young beauties in town?' He laughed and whispered in her ear.

"This spoken by the sexiest woman on the planet," he teased. "But I have a feeling you already know what I would do." She blushed at his remark and began to feel the warmth building between her legs again. This was different and quite bold she thought. Was it the liquor talking or was there an underlying seriousness in the sultry tone of his voice? Jerri was curious, a little nervous and flattered at the same time. She knew she should politely slip away, but she was curious as to how far he would go. Her husband wanted her; Todd wanted her; Pete always wanted her... even Jessica for God's sake. And now, Todd's son was sniffing around. What was going on? Was she wearing a sign on her back that said, "Come fuck me?" 

She felt his hand flatten against her stomach and gently press against her, his fingers lightly tapping against her, dangerously close to her thinly covered pussy. What the hell was HE thinking? More importantly, what the hell was she thinking? She felt his hand slide down enough to make her swallow her breath and quickly take a large gulp of her drink. And as she was deciding to move away, the "Imp of the Perverse" took over her mind and she turned her head and looked at him coyly. "Mois? Oh no. I have no idea what you would do young man." She giggled softly and continued. "Are you going to tell me?" She knew she was taunting him now and had just tossed her hat into the ring. She wondered how long it would take before he backed away. She smiled in anticipation of an easy victory. Mike laughed softly, realizing he was being put on the spot. But he seemed to take it well. He paused as if carefully selecting his words. Finally he leaned down to her ear.

"I would carry you off to the woods and have my way with you." She could feel his hot breath against her ear as he spoke and that tingling between her thighs began again. 

"Have your way?" she taunted. She was enjoying herself. It was exciting to tease him, push him to his limits. Honestly, how far would he go? After all, she was the mother of his best friend, and he was playing it quite safely. She wondered if he had ever sparred with an older woman this way. She had him in a corner and decided to push his buttons. She arched her hips slightly; subtly pressing against his hand and stretching her body up to whisper in his ear. "I need more details, Mike. What does have your way really mean?" She waited, grinning impishly. Her eyes watched his face carefully as she waited for him to figure out a way to get him out of this rather awkward situation. But, suddenly the tables were turned. Rather than back down, he became the aggressor. His well-hidden hand moved down over her mound and cupped her pussy firmly through her dress, his middle finger pushing her panties up into the slit. His expression was calm and confident as he whispered back.

"It means I would rip your clothes off, push my face between your thighs and eat your pussy till you begged me to stop. Then, I would turn you over onto your hands and knees and fuck your brains out. And when you thought I was through with you, I would fuck that perfect ass of yours until passed out...is that clear enough?" 

Jerri stood there...in shock. The stunned expression on her face said everything she couldn't. Mike simply turned and slipped away, leaving her confused and dazed. Her only reaction was to lift her drink and swallow it down completely. It wasn't until she set her glass on the bar and started to move away did she realize that her son was standing next to her. Oh my God, she thought. She could only hope he hadn't heard a thing. She forced a smile to her lips and reached out to take his hand. His expression confirmed her worst fear. He shook his head sadly and walked away. 

The disgusted look on his face instantly brought tears to her eyes and she quickly rushed towards the house. The tears were streaming down her face by the time she stood in front of the mirror in their private bathroom. Her makeup was a mess but that seemed a trivial item of concern at the moment. She could only imagine what her son now thought of his mother. As soon as she got herself together, she would try to explain what had happened. She could only hope that he would understand. It was a game for fuck's sake. Wasn't it? She couldn't believe how she had let things get so far out of hand. My God, she had almost offered herself up to Mike right at the bar. What the fuck was she thinking? 

She took a washcloth from the linen closet and wet it with warm water. Her hands were trembling as she twisted it, squeezing out the excess water. The feel of the warm, moist cloth against her face was soothing and she began to calm down. Of course Toby would believe her. He knew better than anyone how scurrilous his best friend was. And he loved his mother dearly. Suddenly, the lights went out and before she could turn around, a large hand slipped over her mouth as her body was roughly shoved against the counter. She felt his hand slide down her thigh. "Please, Baby," whimpered. "Please don't do this...Not now...please don't." Of all the times he could have chosen, Matt picked this moment to play rough. Fuck...Her dress was pulled up to her waist and before she could react, her panties were torn from her body. "Matt, stop this instant," she begged. They had played this game before, but this wasn't the time. She heard the sound of a zipper being opened. "Please, Baby...come on, this isn't funny tonight," she pleaded. 

But the moment she felt the swollen head of his cock press against her puffy lips, she froze in sheer panic. Years of sucking and fucking had permanently etched every detail of her husbands cock in her mind. "Oh my God," she whimpered as she tried to move away the second she realized it wasn't Matt. "Please," she begged. "Please don't do this to me," she pleaded. The huge knob parted her labia and with one slow and deliberate thrust, her cunt was stretched around the largest cock she had ever known. "Nooooooooooo," she screamed into his hand. "Oh my God. Nooooooooooooo." She tried vainly to push her attacker away, but he was far too strong to stave away. And her frantic movements only succeeded in driving his enormous cock deeper into her body. 

Jerri felt as if her pussy had been ripped in half. The huge shaft plowed deep into her wet folds, brushing her cervix before pounding against the back of her pussy, turning up and wedging the bulbous head in a furrow never before reached. "Stop...please stop," she begged over and over. But her words only seemed to spur him on. Each time she spoke, he drove his cock deeper and harder into her cunt until she finally stopped, giving up her resistance completely, hoping he would soon finish quickly and end this horrible ordeal. Feeling her resistance ebb, he began fucking her with a slow, steady rhythm. Jerri's pain began to subside and another feeling began to creep into her consciousness. Without warning, her body began to betray her. My God, what the hell was happening to her? She was being raped yet her body was wantonly responding to this humiliation. 

Instinctively, she began to push back against her attacker, meeting his powerful thrusts. And, each time his huge cock pushed into her now willing pussy, her own excitement began to grow. She was no longer a victim and was rapidly becoming a willing partner. That wondrous shaft he buried in her slippery cunt again and again filled her completely, awakening her senses. She spread her legs slightly and lowered her hips; a subconscious offering which let him know any resistance, which may have briefly existed, was over. His hand pulled away from her mouth and both hands gripped her naked hips. 

He began to grind against her, rolling his hips slowly, his magnificent cock stirring her hungry cunt as he throbbed inside her. She moaned softly as the slut hidden within every woman began to emerge. "Oh my God," she hissed in awe of his sexual prowess. Suddenly her cunt began to spasm and her body stiffened. "I'm coming," she whimpered. "My God I'm coming." The powerful wave of pleasure washed over her with a fury that left her panting and whimpering in its wake. But her attacker continued to grind and pump in and out of her body with even deeper and more powerful stokes. 

Jerri realized he had held the full length of his marvelous cock from her until now. It seemed twice as long, twice as thick and twice as hard as before. Within minutes, her second orgasm wracked her body. Her mind was turning into a ball of overheated circuits as he pounded her body in an ever-increasing tempo. Then the tingling began once more. She didn't believe it at first, but she was building to another climax. He plowed his cock into her faster and faster until he suddenly stopped. She could feel his cock throb and suddenly begin spurting his seed deep inside her womb. At that instant her third orgasm began. 

Seconds later, she was alone. He had disappeared so quickly she briefly wondered if she hadn't experienced some kind of conscious dream. Had she really been fucked? Cum dripping down the inside of her thighs confirmed that part at least. She was barely able to stand. Her body still trembled as she lowered her head to rest on the counter. Had she been raped? Technically, perhaps she had been. But in reality, she had just enjoyed the best sex of her life. And rather than guilt, she felt a strange set of emotions clouding her mind. This was what it was supposed to be like. This was every woman's dream. This was something that should never have happened. And Jerri knew that she would never rest until she had it again...that wondrous cock...her phantom lover's cock. She would find him; though it was more likely it would be he that would find her. She just hoped that it would be soon.

Jerri Ch. 02



Jerri lay in bed thinking about the events of the night before. After the "rape" she had managed to freshen up and return to the party. She remembered looking frantically for her panties, but they were nowhere to be found. She assumed they were now one of her phantom's numerous souvenirs. The party lasted till the wee hours of the morning and it had been a rousing success. As she wandered about, she studied everyone carefully, looking for anything that might tell her who he had been. She chuckled, remembering how quickly Pete had been ruled out. She "accidentally" let the back of her hand rub his bulging cock as his wandering hands made their usual pilgrimage over her body. Not a chance, she had thought...maybe half a chance. Everyone seemed engaged in the dance of seduction with each other. She noticed a few strange pairings, as people drifted off occasionally then returned with their faces flushed and guilt ridden. The fabulous four left early. She assumed they would be somewhere more private so they might enjoy their activities freely. Mike was gone. She did manage to corner Toby for a few seconds. Her worries were relieved when he teased her about Mike. He even warned her to be careful and not look so damn sexy, noting that his best friend had had a crush on her since their early teens. "He's a hound mom," he said grinning broadly "and you are the fox," he added. Although she could not know for certain, Mike seemed to be the top contender. This was going to be interesting.

She was grateful that she had managed to muster up enough energy to satisfy her horny husband. He had had a few more drinks than promised and hadn't noticed how wet and loose she was. She had even convinced him not to wear a condom...just in case...to cover the rare chance that the sperm already swimming in her unprotected sex did their job. She was even more grateful that "all night long" for her husband actually meant one short burst of enthusiastic fucking followed by a long night of snoring. She had surprised herself...she was a certain shoe in for an academy award. A slight pang of guilt had crept into her mind as he pumped into her body. As skillful a lover as her husband was, she couldn't keep her herself from wishing it was that huge cock pummeling her squishy cunt and surging and spurting again and again in her hungry orifice. Her feigned orgasm was so convincing, Matt's ego swelled, thinking it was caused by his manly efforts. And, as a reward, he slid between her legs and hungrily lapped at her pussy, bringing her to what he thought was her second orgasm of the night. She wondered how he would react if he knew...he was eating the cum of another man. She hoped her tender and well-used pussy would soon return to its normal tightness. 

Jerri finally dragged herself out of bed. She slipped on a short, thin robe and wandered into the kitchen. Her first order of business was to start a pot of coffee. Matt had already headed off to the golf course and would grab a cup of coffee at the club to begin his weekend ritual. She prepared a full pot, enough for herself and her coffee drinking son. She hit the button and heard it begin to gurgle then took a peek out of the kitchen window at the back yard. It was a disaster but she realized the caterers would be back later in the afternoon to clean up and gather up their equipment. 

Might as well get some laundry started, she thought. It is Saturday and everyone has their own rituals. She found an empty basket in the laundry room and headed upstairs. As she passed the hall bathroom, she heard the shower running and smiled. Toby was up early. She was happy that the incident with Mike was sloughed off so easily. She adored her son and was so proud of his achievements. It would have been heart breaking to have something like that come between them. 

She opened the door to his room and peeked inside. She had to laugh. Housekeeping was not one of his strong points. She picked up the clothes that lay strew about the floor. She recognized the pants and shirt he had been wearing at the party. She dropped the shirt into the basket and paused to empty his pockets. She had learned her lesson when she had accidentally washed a pair without checking once before. No one appreciated the blue tint that colored that load...damn magic marker. Her face flushed when she noticed the whitish stains around the zipper. She softly chuckled. It wasn't the first time. She should be used to them by now. He was a handsome and very charming young man. She wondered which one of the lovely young girls at the party whom had been the object of his attention. She set his wallet on his nightstand and fished her hand into the right front pocket. 

Jerri's knees buckled instantly and her stomach tightened as she drew her torn and still damp panties into the morning light. Her heart was in her throat and she could barely breathe. Oh my God...Oh my God, her brain screamed over and over. Her tears washed over her flushed cheeks as the shame of what had happened filled her mind. How could he have done this to her? My God, her own son had fucked her? Her hands shook uncontrollably as she stared at the evidence. 

"Mom, is something wrong?" Startled, she turned instantly and faced him. His eyes widened as they spotted what she was holding in her hand. "Mom...I can..." Before he could finish his sentence, she dropped his pants and rushed towards him. Without thinking her hand raised and struck his face. She hit him again and had started to slap him a third time when his hands caught her wrists and held them down at her sides. 

"How could you do it? How could you?" she screamed. He just stood there, his head down, his eyes focused on the floor. "I am your mother, Toby." Toby continued to stand, motionless, unable or unwilling to say a word. "Say something, God damn it," she shouted, her rage overtaking her shame a little more with every breath. She waited but he said nothing. Then slowly, his head lifted and he looked directly into her eyes. Jerri was shocked. There was no shame in his eyes, not the slightest bit of remorse. Instead, there was that smug, self-satisfied look she had seen to many times before. Even a smile was threatening to spread across his face. 

"Didn't you like it?" The words stunned her. She didn't know what to say. She wanted to scream at him...hit him...claw his eyes out...but she was frozen where she stood. She could only stare at him, tears streaming down her face, her lips trembling. "I know you did...I could feel it. You loved it. And, you want more, don't you? Here, look at it." Her eyes followed his hand down to his waist then looked quickly back into his eyes. He can't be doing this...what the hell is he thinking? She realized that the only thing that covered his powerful body was a towel. And with a single tug, it dropped to the floor, leaving her beautiful son naked before her eyes. Her eyes instantly flew down to that same, huge cock that had filled her hungry pussy...that beautiful throbbing cock that had pumped her incestuous cunt full of cum. It danced in front of her, swaying gently as its vertical eyes stared at her like a hungry python. "See mom, it wants to fuck you again."

"Nooooooooooo," she pleaded, softly. "I don't want it again, Toby. It was all a terrible mistake. Please Toby, please, don't do this. We can't. It's so wrong." She tried not to look...not to stare...not to move closer. She tried to drive away the horrible thoughts that were beginning to fill her mind but she couldn't clear her head. But it is so beautiful...so big...so ready. He stepped closer and his cock pressed against her, the heat searing her flesh through the thin shirt that covered her taut belly. "Please, Baby," she whimpered..."don't make me do this."

"Come on, Mom. You know you want to. Remember...how it felt inside you...how it made you feel?" Toby rested his hands on her waist and gently pulled her against his naked body. Jerri shivered as the tip of his cock slid upward...moving over her belly until its length pressed against her. He began to pump his hips in and out, grinding against her, letting her feel every inch of his throbbing manhood. 

"No, no. I can't...we can't...never again...Oh my God...never ever again." She pulled away and closed her eyes, hoping her life would be returned to her when she opened them again. "Please don't," she whispered weakly. "I need to go...I need to..." She knew she shouldn't look, but her eyes wouldn't listen. Her head lowered and they opened slowly. Oh fuck. It's beautiful...huge. She tried to stop looking...she tried to stop her hand. Oh my God, please stop meeeeeeeee... Trembling fingers slowly crept around his cock until it pressed against her palm. My God, what am I doing? "Please Toby, let me go...we can't do this, it's so wrong, Baby." Her hand instinctively closed around it and squeezed it, testing its hardness, gauging its incredible girth. Toby moaned, as her hand began to slowly move up and down its length. 

"Oh yes, mom, that feels so good. That's it. Squeeze it good, Mom. That's it. Oh fuck...God damn." She began to move backwards, leading him by his cock, guiding them both towards his bed. She stopped when she felt the backs of her legs press against the frame of his bed. She looked up into his eyes, and shook her head slowly from side to side. 

"Please, Baby...Please," she begged weakly. She knew she couldn't stop him...she didn't want him to stop. She needed him to back away, let any remaining shred of decency he still had make him stop...turn away and keep them both from this unholy act. But he didn't save them from certain damnation. Instead, his hand moved to the belt of her robe and tugged it open. He slipped it off her shoulders and let it drop behind her, gasping as her body came into view.

For the first time since she wed his father, Jerri stood naked in front of another man. And even the shame she felt was not enough to make her push him away and bolt from the room. Her need to taste the forbidden fruit again was more powerful than her guilt. Not even the fact that he was her own son could make her stop. Jerri bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, turning her head away from Toby. She knew that this would not be the last time. Their lives would never be the same. She had never felt anything like what he had given her. She would need it again and again. God forgive me, she silently begged. God forgive me. She turned her face back to him and opened her tear filled eyes. She needed that beautiful cock inside her body. "Fuck me, you son-of-a-bitch," she growled. "Fuck me."

Toby crushed her against him, their hands wildly groping each other, as they tumbled onto the bed. He landed atop her lush body and instinctively her legs opened wide and circled his powerful frame. She frantically reached down and pushed her hand between their grinding bodies. She grabbed his throbbing cock and guided the tip between the silky folds of her pussy. "Oh my god," she screamed as he thrust his hips forward and drove the massive shaft of man meat into her body with a single stroke. "Yesssssssssssssss, Baby...You're fucking me, Baby. You're fucking your own mother," she screamed. "You've made me a whore...now fuck me, like one."

"Oh fuck, you have no idea how long I have waited for this...having you know how I feel...having you want me like this." As he spoke, his hips began to rise and fall slowly. Each stroke was slow and deliberate. There was time today, unlike last night when he discovered a side of his mother he had never thought existed. He had raped her out of jealousy. He had watched her, flirting, teasing...even his best friend. He had taken his rightful place by force, knowing she would have never submitted on her own. But once she had connected the dots, once she knew the he was the one, she would willingly submit to him sooner or later. He had guessed right. And now, he would savor every delicious sensation, every taste, and every smell of their incestuous coupling. Every shred of resistance was gone, she was his. Making her say it would break her completely. "Tell me woman, tell me you love it. Tell me you want it as bad as I do." 

"Yesssssssssssssss," she screamed. "I love it. I love your cock...your big fucking cock. I love it...I want it in me...I need to feel like I did last night." She was losing herself in the depravity of the moment. Everything that made it wrong was suddenly making it right. Something had snapped in her mind. The guardians of propriety were gone and a wanton genie had escaped from the bottle. "Yesssssssssssssss, Baby...Fuck me...fuck your bitch. That's what I am...your bitch." The body that had so easily betrayed her lifted up to meet her lover's pounding thrusts. She needed to cum. She needed to feel his hot seed spurt into her hungry cunt. "Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," she begged.

His body began to move faster. Her words spurred him on...He would fuck her like he had never fucked anyone else. From this day on, she would do anything he wanted. He ground his body into hers, churning his hips, stirring her boiling hot cunt with his massive cock. She whimpered like a baby, writhing and twisting under his powerful body, lifting her welcoming loins to meet his powerful thrusts as their bodies slapped loudly against each other. Sweat was pouring off his body, dripping down onto her skin like drops of rain, splashing against the earth. 

Her body stiffened and lifted completely off the bed. She was cumming quicker than she wanted. The motion of his hips became a blur as he stabbed her again and again with his steel like cock. He rode her churning body completely through her climax, never slowing his pace, fucking his slut like a man possessed. Finally, as her spent body fell back down onto the mattress, he let his body slow down...but not completely. He smiled as he stared down at her smiling face. A drop of sweat dripped off his nose and splashed against her mouth. She opened her eyes and licked them salty liquid from her lips. 

His strokes were deliberate, long drawn out penetrations repeated again and again with a tantalizing rhythm. Jerri just looked up at her son, amazed at his prowess and began lifting her hips again. "God, you know how to fuck this woman," she cooed. Her hands moved to head and tenderly caressed the sides of his face. "Do you fuck us all this good?" she teased, moaning softly as he began to quicken his pace. 

"I try, mom," he teased back, stirring her pussy like before, rolling those powerful hips against her loins. He rose off his elbows and pushed himself up, his hands on either side of her face. He looked down at her huge tits, swaying gently with the grinding motions of their bodies. Her thick, pink nipples were swollen and pushed out invitingly from the wide, dark circles of pebbly flesh that surrounded them. He bent his long body and took one into his mouth, biting it lightly, teasing it with his tongue. Jerri moaned and arched her back upwards.

"I love that, Baby." He bit harder, sinking his teeth into her skin. She loved the pain. It made her come alive, heighten her senses. He moved his mouth to her other breast, biting it even harder. The marks she knew he was leaving would be hard to explain. But she didn't care. She wanted to feel the stinging sensations move through her body. They seemed to travel down through her belly, into the walls of her pulsating cunt to flow around his huge, throbbing cock. God, it had never once ceased pumping in and out of her pussy. The Energizer Bunny, she thought, laughing silently as she gripped it with her vaginal muscles. Suddenly she screamed and her body stiffened. A small but sweet orgasm swept over her quickly, surprising them both. He pulled his head up and grinned wickedly.

"Did I just discover a little secrete, Mom?" She bit her lower lip and shyly shook her head yes. "Is my momma a little pain slut?" Her soft laughter answered his question. She wondered what he was thinking. What made this magnificent animal, which could have his pick of womanhood, choose her, his own mother? She also noticed how quickly their relationship had changed. They talked more like fuck buddies than mother and son. 

They both grunted as he thrust his cock roughly into her belly. "Fuck, you're a sweet piece of ass," he growled. A sweet piece of ass...that's it, she realized. She could handle that, the sordid pleasures that could bring. She would wonder where it would lead later. But right now she needed to show him just how much of a sweet piece of ass she was. She slid her long, silky legs from around his waist and opened her thighs completely, leaving herself totally vulnerable. He took the offer immediately and began to pound his cock in and out like a battering ram. 

"Yesssssssssssssss," she grunted. "That's what this slut needs, Baby. Fuck my pussy. Fuck it with that big juicy cock." It was true. She needed his cock, his perfect cock. She needed to be used, hammered like a cheap whore until her pussy was raw and pumped full of his unholy seed. She pressed her hands against his sweaty chest, digging her nails into his taut flesh as she rolled her lush hips up to meet his powerful thrusts. "More, Baby...more," she begged. "I'm so fucking close...god, don't stop." The wet, slapping sounds grew faster and faster. 

Suddenly, a high, shrill scream ripped through the air and both bodies stilled like erotic sculpture captured in stone. Jerri's screamed marked the first of a series of tremors that wracked her body. Her body spasmed and twisted as an overwhelming current of pure, carnal pleasure ripped through every nerve in her being. Almost to the second, Toby unleashed a torrent of molten sperm into his mother's unprotected womb, filling her hungry cunt to overflowing for the second time in the same number of days. Jerri screamed again as she felt her son's seed splash against her vaginal walls. 

"I can feel it baby...God damn; I can really feel it...fuck. Give me all of it. Fill your bitch's cunt. Fill it with cum, Baby, it's all yours." The supply of Toby's viscous seed seemed endless. The thick, creamy white liquid filled every nook and cranny of her womb, oozing out around his cock to be churned into frothy foam by his relentless strokes. 

After an eternity of the most incredible orgasm either one had ever experienced, they melded into one contiguous piece of flesh, letting their exhausted bodies relax and come down to earth. They turned and faced each other, gently caressing the other's body, kissing deeply, almost tenderly...becoming intimate for the first time. Jerri felt good in his arms. For a moment she wondered where the guilt was, but realized there was none. She had loved every minute. She had been satisfied beyond belief. And for the first time in her life, she felt free of the chains of inhibition that had been wrapped around her soul her entire life. She pushed his hair back and looked into his eyes. "You know this is all so terribly wrong, don't you?" she whispered. She licked the side of his neck, tasting the salty flesh.

"Not to me," he answered. "And I don't believe you think it is wrong either. And neither did your pussy," he teased. His hand moved down over her back and squeezed her ass as she drew her leg up and draped it over his hip. 

"Good grief," she exclaimed. "You are so bad, talking to your own mother like that." She laughed, softly gasping softly as he slid a single finger between her cheeks and teased her anus with the tip. "What am I going to do with you?" 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," he murmured, wrinkling his eyebrows, frowning as if engaged in deep thought. "Fuck me...whenever I want?" He pushed the tip of his finger into the tight hole, pumping it slowly. Jessica pushed her ass back as if asking for more.

"And that's supposed to be punishment?" she squealed. "Harrumph!" Suddenly, her serious side raised its ugly head. She nervously bit her lower lip and held his face in her hands. He stopped fingering her ass and let his hand rest on her hip. "Really, Baby, what we did was wrong for so many reasons. But I won't lie. I loved it...and...I want more. "But, what if someone found out...What if your dad found out? It would kill him." Her eyes began to mist, but she continued. "It can't ever be anything more than this, and you know that. Baby, I love you more than life itself, but...I am not in love with you. And I don't believe you are in love with me. I can sense it."




Jerri Ch. 02



"Truth time?" She nodded her head yes. "Ok, you're right. I am not in love with you. But mom, you're a MILF...half the men in this town would give their left nut to fuck you. And seeing how you've been acting lately, I knew that sooner or later you would give in to one of them. Seeing you with Mike was the last straw. I had to fuck you...first. I'm sorry." She let the words sink in for a moment. God...He was right. Had she been that obvious? First? She should have been angry, but she wasn't. In fact, knowing she was the sexual fantasy of so many men excited her. A MILF...indeed. She hid her smile. She needed to hear more.

"But I am YOUR mother, Baby, and by your standards, an old lady. Why on earth would you want me?" Toby laughed wickedly and pulled her closer.

"Mom, you aren't the first mother I've fucked...I love older women. Most young guys feel the same way. But you, trust me...you are a phenom." Her head began to swell, but in the back of her mind, that curious little cat began to claw her way to the surface. 

"So, you've fucked other mothers? Anyone I know?" Toby chuckled.

"Come on Mom, a gentleman never kisses and tells. Let's just say that Mike was pissed that he hadn't evened the score." 

"Jessica! My god, Toby...I don't believe it. You fucked Jessica Carlson?" He nodded his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Was she?" He cut her off before she could finish.

"Don't worry mom," he laughed. "She was pretty hot, and kinky I might add, but not in your league. And just so you know, you have bigger tits and the tightest pussy I've ever fucked." He laughed harder and Jerri turned bright red. As embarrassed as she was, she wanted to hear more. She started to pry the details out, but he suddenly kissed her deeply then pulled back. "Well, Mom, are you going to be my bitch...my whenever, wherever, whatever slut?" The question caught her completely off guard. She quickly got her thoughts back on track and thought about her answer. She had to be sure about all this before she opened her mouth. She finally answered.

"Yes, Baby, I will."

"Yes what, Mom?

"I am going to be your bitch...your whenever, wherever, whatever slut." Her body shivered as the realized what she had just said. But, instead of fear making her tremble though, it was excitement. Damn, even as raw as her well fucked pussy was, it began to tingle. It wanted more cock. Had she always been like this? Probably, but she was certain of one thing. She was going to live up to her promise. And if she wasn't one now, she was going to enjoy becoming one.

She reached down and ran her fingers along her cum dripping slit and collected as much warm, sticky sperm that she could. Slowly, she brought her fingers up and held them close to his lips. "Want a taste, Baby?" He nodded. She sensually anointed them with the creamy liquid, smiling as he opened his mouth and flicked out his tongue to lick away every drop of cum. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmm, we taste good, Baby. Get your sweet pussy up here and let me have the rest, I'm starving. She had never been able to resist an invitation to have her pussy eaten and quickly scampered up to the head of the bed. She gripped the headboard and lifted her knee to straddle his face. As she began to position herself, she heard a loud clanging noise in the back yard. She peeked out the window. 

"Oh fuck...the caterers. Shit. I've got to get dressed, Baby. Keep this thought for another time. I'm sorry, Hon, but I've got to go." Toby groaned in disappointment and reluctantly let his mother go. Terri hopped off the bed and ran towards the door and then suddenly stopped. She had forgotten her robe and ran back, frantically grabbing it off the floor. She started to turn and scurry off, but paused to glance back at her son. His huge cock was standing up like a giant tree in a forest of hair. Her eyes twinkled impishly. 

"Just so you know." She grinned and leaned over it. Her mouth opened wide and circled the plum sized head with her soft lips. Toby could only groan in pleasure as his mother lowered her head until her lips were pressed into the thick mat of hair surrounding his cock. She swirled her tongue around the sticky shaft then quickly pulled her mouth away. "I can suck a golf ball through a garden hose." She laughed and scurried away, leaving a disappointed but very horny boy in his bed.



Jerri Ch. 03



Jerri spent what was left of the morning with the caterers, making sure they cleaned up everything perfectly and putting the yard back into its proper condition. She really wasn't concentrating; her mind was sorting through the events of the last two days. She still couldn't believe what had happened. In what was really a blink of the eye, she had gone from being a devoted wife and mother to being an incestuous cock craving slut. No, this wasn't your typical "I want to be with you forever" incestuous relationship. It appeared that they were simply fuck buddies, a mother and son with privileges. 

There were side effects, however. She noticed her eyes checking out the young men cleaning up after the party, lingering on their crotches, sizing up their "packages." She chuckled when she realized she had used such a new word in her thoughts. Maybe the new Jerri had finally moved into the twenty-first century. 

When everything was back to picture perfect, the caterers left. She walked into the kitchen and noticed a note on the counter. "Gone to Mike's...back later for dinner. Love T." She was a bit disappointed, but realized it was probably for the best. Her husband was due home soon and God forbid he caught her finishing up what she had started before the caterers had arrived. She decided to take a long, hot shower. She still smelled like sex and was still leaking her son's semen, though she had done her best to clean herself before hurriedly getting dressed.

She walked past the laundry on her way to the master bedroom and decided that discretion was the better part of valor. She shed her clothes and dropped them into the washing machine, set the dial for light load, added the detergent and hit the button. It felt strangely delightful, walking through the house completely naked. She felt free...emancipated. She stopped in front of the full length mirror in their room, taking stock of her physical attributes for the first time through her new eyes. 

A MILF she thought...a phenom. "You're not bad for an old lady," she stated to herself. She cupped her large, pendulous breasts in her hands and examined them carefully. They were too big to be perky. They didn't sag yet, but stood out proudly from her chest. "Thirty-four double D." The teeth marks were still there. Matt was too drunk to remember last night. She would show him what a tiger he had been. She smiled. The best defense is a good offense. She dropped her breasts and watched them sway gently before letting her eyes travel down to her mound. She laughed. She was still leaking. She slid a finger along the slit, dipping them in enough to gather a good amount of the sticky liquid. She rubbed it between her thumb and her fingers, enjoying the feel of its creamy texture before popping them into her mouth for another taste. 

"You are so wicked, Jerri Rollins. I think you were born to be a slut." She laughed and turned for a brief examination of her beautifully shaped ass. It still flowed out with that sleek curve from her back, jutting out just the right amount before curving abruptly back in with that perfect tuck. The cleft was still wide, nicely separated to give a clear view of that crinkly brown ring that peeked out between two pliant loaves of firm, lightly tanned flesh. Matt was never fond of anything anal but she had thoroughly enjoyed what few experiences she had before she met him, a few exploring fingers and slender toys, though she had never had anything the size of Toby in her ass. She wondered if he took after his father. 

Jerri finally pulled herself away from the mirror and started the shower. When the water finally was right, she stepped in. Nearly an hour later, she stepped out, squeaky clean and ready for whatever the rest of the day might bring. She wrapped a towel around her head and slipped into her thick terry cloth bathrobe. It felt warm and comforting, so soothing she postponed getting dressed and plopped down into the tempting luxury of leather recliner that sat opposite her the bed. In all the excitement, she hadn't realized just how tired she was. She closed her eyes for just a moment. 

"Damn it, I was just getting comfortable," she growled as she heard the unmistakable ring of her cell phone. It was only when she opened her eyes that she discovered that "moment" had been hours. The room was dark and silent save for that incessant ringing of her phone. That aggravating "Star Wars" music and the eerie blue light it gave off finally led her to her dresser. "Hello?"

"Honey, where the hell have you been? I've been trying to reach you for hours." Matt sounded a bit peeved but quickly seemed relieved after hearing her voice. "Are you all right?" 

"I'm so sorry, Hon, I fell asleep after the caterers left and must not have heard the phone. Where are you, at work?" Over the years she had grown accustomed to him being late for this or that emergency that only he could take resolve. She looked at her phone. "It's after eight o'clock. Is something wrong?" She waited dutifully to hear about this current crisis. The New York office needed the boss to hammer out the final details of an agreement...due Tuesday...the company plane is waiting...emergency bag of clothes at the office...back Tuesday night...I love you. "I love you too, Hon. I'll see you then." She put her phone back on the dresser and went to switch on the lights. 

So this is the life of the phenom MILF, alone on Saturday night. She had to laugh at the irony of the situation. She pulled the towel off her head, tossed it on the bed and examined her hair. Not bad, she thought. It could be worse. She fluffed it out with a brush and shook her head. "The casual look is in," she told herself, noting she was talking to herself a lot more these days. "I must be getting old." The robe joined the towel on the bed and she rummaged through her drawers for something comfortable to wear. "This is perfect." She slipped the oversized Rugby shirt over her head and glanced quickly at herself in the mirror. "Fuck the underwear. This covers all the private parts. Anyway, who's going to see?" 

She headed downstairs in search of something to eat. As she approached the den, she heard the unmistakable theme song from Rocky accompanied by the requisite chorus of leather gloves pounding human flesh. She cautiously poked her head around the door frame. "Hi, Baby...Hi Mike. How long has the gruesome twosome been here?" Both heads snapped around. They looked a bit startled at first but quickly broke into smiles.

"Hey, sleepy head, it's about time you woke up. We've been here a couple of hours. I invited Mike over for dinner. But I saw you were zonked out and figured we'd better fend for ourselves."

"Hi, Mrs. Rollins, great party last night. My folks told me to let you know that had a great time. Come join the party. There's pizza, beer and a Rocky marathon on the tube...life doesn't get any better than that." For a moment, Jerri thought what had transgressed with her and both of them had been a dream. It was like the clock had been turned back a couple of days. But her body said differently. She had dreaded this moment, being with the two of them together, but was greatly relieved by how they handled the situation. Well three could play this game. She walked in and sat on the couch next to Toby.

"Well guys, two out of three ain't bad." She grinned and picked up a slice of pizza. They were well into the second movie, devoid of pizza and twisting off the caps of their fourth beer when Mike, as he crudely put it, had to "drain the lizard." The beer had loosened them all up, but not even the slightest innuendo pertaining to sex had been mentioned...until then. 

"By the way, mom, Dad called before you came downstairs and said to take care of you while he was gone. I promised I would." The wicked grin that spread across his face left no doubt about what he meant and just the thought of it instantly started that tingling inside Jerri's loins. He slid his hand behind her neck and drew her face to his. She could feel his breath on her lips. He looked into her eyes and kissed her, working his tongue deep into her mouth, swirling and twisting his wet probe around her own tongue, leaving her breathless. She forgot about Mike for a moment, but quickly regained her senses and nervously pushed Toby back.

"Easy, Baby, aren't you forgetting your friend?" 

"Don't worry, Mom, he's got a big lizard and it will take a while to make sure it's empty." He pulled her back roughly and squeezed and unfettered tit through her shirt. She whimpered into his mouth, her resistance weakening, but finally gathered the will to push him away.

"Damn it, Toby, what if he catches us?" she whispered angrily, trying to keep her voice down.

"I wouldn't worry about that, Mom...Mike's cool." 

"But I'm not," she snapped back, twisting away and moving back to a safer distance. Just in time, she thought, as Mike appeared in the doorway. He appeared totally unsuspecting as he strolled in and plopped himself down in his chair. 

"Whew, I needed that," he sighed. "Hey, did I miss anything?" They both laughed and let out and synchronized no. "Good. I thought you guys might have started without me." Jerri raised an eyebrow and glared at her son. "You still have them, Bro?" Toby quickly raised his finger to his lips to hush his friend. 

"Ok...ok. What's going on, guys?" She gave her son the full motherly scowl. "Spill it," she commanded. Toby sighed and slowly reached into his shirt pocket and retrieved two fat and perfectly rolled joints. He grimaced slightly and shrugged his shoulders. She could tell he was thinking of some excuse.

"Well...Mike and I didn't know if you were ever coming down. So we figured we might as well get hammered and watch some uh...some..." 

"Porn?" She finished his sentenced for him. "You are both awful," she said sternly, trying to contain her laughter. "And you weren't going to share?" Perhaps it was the beer talking, but the look on their faces was well worth the price of her obvious confession. She had never mentioned to anyone that she had ever used the evil weed...not miss goody two shoes...not even to her husband. But the cat was obviously out of the bag. The shocked looks on their faces slowly turned into impish grins and Mike reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter.

"Why not," he exclaimed. He tossed the lighter to Jerri and moved to take a seat on the floor in front of the couch. "You go girl, I mean Mrs. Rollins." 

"The name's Jerri," she said laughingly. "No one ever smokes dope with a person named Mrs. Rollins." She winked at Toby and took the joints, placing one on the table and keeping the other. "Let's see if I remember." She brought it to her nose and breathed deeply. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," she murmured. Then she slowly opened her mouth and slid it into her mouth, wetting it just the right amount before placing the end between her lips. Her audience was mesmerized, their eyes wide in astonishment as she handled the joint like an old pro. She flicked the lighter, held it under the end and slowly drew the pungent smoke deep into her lungs. She closed her eyes and held the smoke inside before letting it go. "This is some good shit," she stated with a soft moan, using the vernacular of her generation. Toby and Mike broke into a round of applause, cheering her on like a newly discovered rock idol. She took another quick hit and held it out in front of her. "Ok, who's next?"

Mike quickly grabbed the joint from her fingers and took a deep drag, leaning back against the coffee table before passing it to Toby. Jerri watched, pleased with herself that she had been so impressive to her fans. It had been a long, long time since she had smoked and that once familiar tingling began to flow through her body. This was fun, she thought, ignoring the fact that her inhibitions were slowly draining away. This was really fun. 

Toby passed it back to her. She was paused and looked at them. "Snowball anyone?" They both looked at her quizzically. She didn't wait to explain and took a deep it and held the smoke in, and beckoned Mike with her hand. He got up on his knees and she slid her hand around his neck and pulled him to her. She kissed him, pushing his mouth open with her tongue and blew in the potent smoke. He grasped the concept quickly and inhaled deeply. She reluctantly pulled away, noting that his lips were full and smooth. My, my, she was certainly reliving the past, she thought. She had better be careful. 

"Holy shit, Mom...wow...where did you learn that?" He grinned proudly at his mother. Jerri turned back to Mike and gave him a big wink.

"Think he would like to try, Mike?" she said with a giggle. He laughed and slid back down against the table.

"You think?" Jerri giggled again and took the join between her lips once more, inhaling even deeper this time. She handed it back to Mike and twisted her body towards her son placing her hand against his broad chest. She lifted her body slightly and pressed her lips to her son's. This time her tongue did more than pry apart his lips. It moved erotically in his wet mouth, tasting his saliva, swirling around hungrily as he took in the heady smoke. There was little left in either set of lungs, but their kiss continued. The weed had worked its magic. 

It was now thirty years ago...and she loved every minute of it. Tongues twirled around each other, hands began to cautiously move towards dangerous places as the lovers became lost in their drug induced euphoria. They had completely forgotten Mike's presence until his excitement could no longer be contained. 

"Jesus Christ," he shouted. She panicked, paranoia set in. She instantly pulled her head away from Toby and covered her face with her hands. What would Mike think? My god...what the hell was she going to do? She was almost afraid to look at him, expecting the worst. 

"She's just as hot as you said, Bro." What did he say? She tried to clear her mind. Finally, she turned and looked down at Mike. It wasn't their sudden display of incestuous passion that had caused his reaction. My god, her shirt had nearly worked its way up to her waist and even then he couldn't pull his eyes away from her completely exposed pussy. Suddenly it all made sense, their politeness, the beer, the pizza, the dope. Her head snapped back to Toby. 

"You bastard...you fucking bastard," she hissed. He shrugged willingly accepting her anger, his dark eyes void of any shred of remorse or guilt. For a fleeting moment, she wanted to kill her own son. What the hell was he thinking? She glared at him, her mind a cauldron of conflicting thoughts ready to boil over any second. She was livid. But even in her confused and angry state, she still wanted to touch him, feel his hands on her flesh...his thick cock pumping in and out of her wet cunt. His eyes retained their unfaltering coolness, but then he smiled tilting his head and calmly spoke.

"Anytime, anywhere...anything," he stated, his emphasis on the "anything." This was insane, she thought. Is this what he meant all along...what she had so eagerly agreed to? It was now. It was here. And obviously, "anything" was far more than she expected. Had she let all this happen? Of course she had. And she knew deep down inside, she wanted everything that anything could be. At that revelation, her chrysalis unraveled completely. She stared down at Mike; her body trembling as she slowly lifted one foot off the floor and placed it on the edge of the cushion. Mike gasped as her knees drifted apart and her hips lifted, as Jerri boldly offered up her cunt. 

Mike's eyes feasted on her perfectly formed pussy. Two tear shaped crescents of flesh, puffy and swollen with excitement, framed the entrance to her womb. The slit they formed was already dripping with excitement. The pearly white tip of her clit peeked out from its hood like a tiny cock. And Mike was totally mesmerized by the lusty creature before him. He slowly twisted up to his knees and moved closer, afraid to take his eyes off her pussy, afraid she'd disappear if he made the wrong move. He reached out and touched her, sliding the tips of his fingers lightly along the tops of her silky thighs until they reached her loins. 

Jerri sensed his nervousness. The boldness he had at the party was lost when faced with the reality. She smiled knowingly, thrilled that she could overwhelm such a delicious young man, she took his right hand and placed it against her warm pussy. Mike moaned along with Jerri as he squeezed it firmly. He could feel her juices seeping out into his palm.

"Fuck, she's hot, Toby," he growled.

"What did I tell you man. Just wait. Wait till you get your cock in that sweet pussy. Her cunt's like a vise." Jerri's face flushed a bright red. Her son's words stung a little at first. They made her feel cheap, but her excitement soon washed those thoughts away. She felt beautiful...desirable. The rapt attention of these two horny young men was driving her crazy. She leaned back into the cushions and twisted away from Mike's hand. His disappointment was quite obvious but quickly disappeared when Jerri reached down to the hem of her shirt and tugged it up over her head, tossing it on the floor. "God, you're fucking incredible," he growled, his raspy voice filled with sexual need. 

Mike correctly assumed it was time to start relieving himself of his clothes. His sandals were long gone and his shirt was off in an instant. Jerri could feel the heat growing in her loins as she studied his powerful body. He was more muscular than Toby, rugged and broad, the linebacker versus the swimmer. Mike stood up; standing directly in front of her and slowly moved his hands down to the front of his jeans. Unconsciously, Jerri slid closer to the edge of sofa, staring at the thick bulge hidden beneath the faded blue fabric. He opened each button carefully, never letting his eyes wander from her ripe body. And, with each one he opened, the folds of material peeled further back, exposing more and more of his lower belly and the dark tufts of hair that surrounded his cock. 

Jerri was almost off the couch, her mouth watering in anticipation as he began to slide his tight jeans down his hips. He was obviously naked underneath, a bit of knowledge that sparked even more excitement in Jerri's lust filled mind. The fabric dragged down over his cock, bending it down until it finally slipped past the. The huge snake-like cock sprung back and slapped against his taut belly, and then dropped back down, thrusting out from his loins like a lance. She gasped. It was the twin of her own son's beautiful man meat, perhaps even thicker, longer. Her hands reached out the instant her knees hit the floor. She slid her hands around his hips and brought her lips within a breath of the tip of his cock. She looked up at his eyes and opened her mouth wide.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh Fuck," he moaned as Jerri closed her lips around the massive shaft and began taking inch after inch of throbbing flesh into her throat until her nose was buried in the forest of hair at the base. They were both in heaven. Her mouth was full of cock. His cock was in her mouth. There was no more teasing and flirting, nothing to wonder about...finally, it had happened. They were going to "have their way" with each other. 

She slid her mouth up to the tip and swirled her tongue around the massive head. God, she loved the taste of his cock, the salty flavor, the scent of his flesh, the silky feel of the massive knob against her wet tongue. He took her head in his hands and slowly began to fuck her mouth. She sensed he was retaking control and that thought began to tease her submissive streak. With every thrust of his hips, each time his massive cock pushed deep into her throat, each time he used her hungry mouth to pleasure himself, the more she craved. Her mouth had become another fuck hole to fill with cum. 




Jerri Ch. 03



Each stroke became harder and faster. Her saliva dripped from her chin, her breath ragged. She could only breathe through her nose. Her jaw ached, painfully stretched as he pumped his huge, throbbing cock in and out...in and out; using her, just like a common whore...a cheap slut. She loved it...she craved it. She wanted more. Suddenly, she felt another pair of hands touch her body. She had nearly forgotten Toby was there...watching her wantonly suck the cock of his best friend. She glanced over to where her son had been sitting. His clothes were still there but he had moved around behind her. He leaned over her, pressing his chest against her back, his head nuzzling her neck. 

"Suck his cock, you little slut," he whispered, his eyes fixed on Mike's cock as it pumped in and out of her wet mouth. "She's good, isn't she Mike?" Mike only grunted and quickened the pace. Toby's hand moved between her thighs and roughly squeezed her dripping pussy. She began to whimper and moan around Mike's cock as Toby pushed his thick fingers up into her cunt, working them in deeply, twisting and pumping them slowly within the slippery folds. "Put your finger in his ass, Mom. He loves that. Go on, Mom...do it." 

Jerri obediently slid her finger down the crack of Mike's ass and found his tight anus. She teased the crinkly ring with the tip of her finger, and then thrust it deeply into his bowels, pumping it in synch with his cock. Mike groaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Fuckkkkkkkkkkk...God damn, you sweet bitch, don't stop. Don't stop." He gripped her head tighter and began thrusting faster. His body began to tremble...he was getting close. Jerri's cum hungry mouth clamped down on his cock as she shoved another finger into Mike's ass, wildly pumping both slippery probes in and out of his greasy hole. Toby's urged her on, his words turning into a chant, feeding her lust, urging her on like a high school cheerleader.

"Suck him slut...suck him slut. That's it bitch. Come on baby...that's it, Mom. Yes, yes....Yesssssssssss." Jerri could feel her own orgasm creeping up on her. Everything was beginning to spin around in her mind. Toby's hand was almost completely inside her dripping cunt, brutally fucking her senseless as Mike raped her mouth. Suddenly Mike froze; his cock swelled, throbbed and spewed the first stream of his hot salty cum into her mouth. She pulled back, holding only the head in her mouth, giving more room for his massive load. As if on cue, her climax began. She pushed back against Toby's hand, screaming as it popped completely into her body. The powerful jolt of pleasure and pain snapped her head back, causing Mike's cock to slip from her mouth. Still hungry for cum, she tried vainly to catch the ropes of hot, sticky cum splashing all over her face. Finally the torrent of cum slowed down to a trickle. 

She was still quivering when Toby finally pulled his hand from her cunt and grabbed the back of her neck. Her eyes widened as he drew her face to his and began to lick away Mike's cum. How wonderfully wicked and perverse, she thought as another spasm flared up in her pussy. Quickly, her second orgasm washed over her body. She began whimpering, her lust crazed state consuming her completely. When Toby kissed her, swirling his tongue around inside her cum filled mouth, she came again. 

A hard tug on her hair brought her attention back to Mike. He stood there, cum oozing from the tip of his cock, a cock that had lost none of its hardness. His eyes were glassy, the weed no doubt still weaving its magic. But his boyish smile was gone. "We're not done yet, bitch," he growled, pulling her to her feet by her long, coal black hair. "Are we, Toby?" Toby just laughed and smacked Jerri's ass sharply. 

"Fuck no, Bro. We're just getting started." Jerri nearly begged for more, but chose to retain the slightest sliver of dignity...sooner or later, though; she knew she would change her mind. Suddenly, Mike grabbed her arm and moved to the couch, plopping down and dragging her over him, guiding her until she was straddling his powerful thighs. His thick cock was trapped beneath her, pressing upwards against her lovely bottom. Once again Toby was behind her. His hands reached over her shoulders and cupped her enormous tits in his hands. She arched her back and thrust them against his palms.

"Squeeze them hard, Baby...you know Mamma loves that." She gasped when he took her nipples between his fingers and twisted them roughly, falling back against his smooth chest. Even after three orgasms, the fire in her loins had ebbed only slightly. She needed a cock. She started rolling her hips, grinding her lush ass against Mike's eternal hard-on. "You want to even the score, Mike?" she whispered, licking her lips in anticipation. Mike smiled at her knowing remark. 

"You know damn well I do, you sexy bitch," he growled." He slid his hands under her hips and lifted her off his lap. His huge cock snapped up, the gleaming head poised at the entrance to her pussy. "Put it in, bitch...let's find out if you are as good as I dreamed." She looked at him and grinned...reached back and took his throbbing meat in her hand. She moved it slightly and eased her hips down just enough to let the tip slide between her swollen pussy lips. She rolled her hips slowly, teasing him, keeping just the head of his cock inside her dripping cunt. "God damn it, Jerri...give me..." At that moment, Jerri slammed her hips down, her hungry cunt consuming every sweet inch of his huge cock. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "You're..." Before he could finish, she raised her hips up and slammed them down again and again and again, until her body slipped into a savage rhythm. He could barely breathe as his pleasure began to overwhelm him. 

"Is this as good as you dreamed it would be, Baby?" she cooed. Mike just muttered a few sounds and leaned further back into the cushions. Jerri leaned into him, placing her hands around his neck as she posted atop her newest lover. She felt Toby's body move away. His hands lightly touched her shoulders then slid down her back coming to rest on her ass. He squeezed the pliant loves of flesh, kneading them firmly. His right hand lifted off, then smacked her ass sharply. She winced in pleasure. He hit her again...then again. God, she loved it. 

"More, Baby. Please, Baby. Don't stop," she begged. Her answered her plea with several hard and punishing slaps and stopped. A new sensation replaced the stinging pain. She felt his tongue at the top of her spine, slowly working its way down the bumpy trail to the base. It teasingly lingered for a moment, and then moved down into the crack of her ass. "Oh my God, Baby...what are you doing? Oh my, God." 

His tongue felt like a hot poker as it pushed against her sphincters, pressing steadily until the muscles relaxed and his oral probe pushed into her ass hole. Jerri slowed the rapid rise and fall of her hips and pushed her ass back against his tongue. She was delirious with pleasure as he hungrily licked and sucked her dirty hole. But as quickly as he had started, his tongue was gone, leaving her starving for more. Then, she felt it. This wasn't a slender finger or a thin anal probe. It was the tip of Toby's cock nudging her forbidden hole. 

"Nooooooooooooo," she moaned. "Don't, Toby. You're too big." She began to panic as the nudge became a steady pressure. "Please, Baby...please, don't," she begged, but he wouldn't stop. She tried to twist free but both men held her captive. 

"Come on Mom, you want it...you know you do...you love cock...you need cock. Jerri moaned as the head began to stretch the tightly clamped ring of muscle. Her asshole burned as if a thousand pins and needles had pricked her skin. She begged him to stop again and again, but he ignored her. He just pushed harder. She looked at Mike, her eyes pleading, but he just smiled wickedly. He grabbed her hair and snapped her head back. 

"Come on, bitch," he growled. "You're a slut, baby...enjoy it." Suddenly he slapped her face hard...hard enough to make her mind blink and focus on the stinging pain in her face. 

"Oh my God," she screamed in agony as Toby brutally shoved his huge cock into her tiny asshole. The pain ripped through her body like a brush fire. Yet even in her pain induced fog, she was sexually excited by the two enormous cocks inside her body, sliding against each other, separated by the thin membrane of flesh. Her tortured body ached intensely; her mind savored the violation. She could feel each of the two gnarled shafts of muscle throbbing in their separate holes, bearing separate gifts of pain and pleasure that fought each other, battling for control of her body. Slowly, ever so slowly, the pain began to melt away, leaving raw, erotic pleasure in its stead. 

She moved slowly at first; a slight tentative thrust against Mike...a fearful nudge against Toby. Her movements got bolder. She ground against the turgid cock that battered her cervix with each thrust of Mike's hips as she eagerly pushed back against Toby as he plunged his meat deep into her bowels. Her wildest expectations had been eclipsed by reality. She was trapped between two rutting animals, one hot, rigid cock in her pussy, another in her ass. She was their whore...their perfect slut, their bitch in heat. God...she loved it. Only another cock in her mouth could make it better. "Oh my God," she screamed. "Fuck me, harder...God damn it, fuck me." And they did.

The three bodies became a writhing mass of human lust, clawing, growling beings that frantically sought to meet at one perfect point in time. And the first powerful spurt of semen into Jerri's virgin asshole marked its beginning. Screams and shouts of pleasure punctuated its existence. Jerri's mind slipped into an unknown place. An unending wave of pleasure had swept over her...she couldn't stop cumming. She could only close her eyes and ride out the storm.



Jerri Ch. 04



Jerri finally opened her eyes. The bright morning sun bathed and soothed her naked body. She stretched and glanced around her own room. It couldn't have been a dream, could it? Her muscles were sore. Every orifice of her body was sore. Hell no, she thought. I smell like a well fucked whore. She glanced down at the sheets and laughed. Oh no, it wasn't a dream. She forced herself out of bed and noticed her Rugby shirt folded neatly on her dresser. "My, my...valet service," she quipped with a chuckle. She picked it up and slipped it over her head. "This could be dangerous," she added as she headed downstairs remembering clearly how last night started. She began to follow the smell of coffee and bacon towards the kitchen. Better than pizza she thought, chuckling as she moved into the cheery room, finding her handsome son busily preparing what appeared to be a hearty breakfast. He looked up across the island and smiled.

"Good morning, Mom." He sounded happy, comfortable...at home. She walked around the massive workspace and moved behind him, peering over his shoulder as he skillfully whipped up a bowl of eggs. She was surprised but glad to find him wearing only a pair of boxers and a T-shirt. She slipped her arms around his waist and nuzzled his neck, giving him a motherly kiss on the cheek.

"Good morning, Baby. You are going to make some lucky girl one hell of a wife." He laughed and set the whisk down and turned, and gave her one of his signature bear hugs. She put her arms around his neck and leaned away, smiling teasingly.

"Geeze, lick the cum off your mother's face one time and she thinks you're gay." She blushed brightly but couldn't keep from giggling.

"You are downright awful. Do you know that?"

"Uh huh." He grinned and let his hands drop to her cheeks, pulling their thinly covered loins together. His hands didn't rest long. She felt them pulling the hem of her shirt up over her hips then drop back down to cup her naked cheeks. He squeezed them firmly, pulling her tighter against his body. She gasped softly as she felt his cock begin to harden. He kissed the side of her neck, and then licked slowly up to her ear, sending chills down her spine. 

"Care for some morning wood, woman?" he whispered. She moaned softly at the thought, and then gasped as a finger sneaked between her cheeks and pushed gently into her brown pucker. 

"God, Baby, don't you ever get enough?" she teased, 

"No he doesn't." She stepped back quickly as she heard the familiar sound of her friend's voice, letting her shirt drop back down over her ass. She was immediately flustered and nervous. But her fear of the worst soon disappeared when she turned to find Jessica Carlson, standing with her arm around her deliciously naked son wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a wicked grin. "And by the way, neither does this one; hell, I thought we were only going to have breakfast." She chuckled and gave her son a gentle slap on his ass. "I guess we did...kinda." 

It took a while for Jerri to completely stop blushing and get somewhat comfortable with Jessica's outrageous banter. She realized there were obviously no secrets within their incestuous trio...a trio that had just become a foursome. She laughed softly and shook her head, resigned to the fact she was in this bizarre arrangement...like it or not. This went well past her wild phase in college. This time she had crossed a line with no chance of turning back. It was obviously no longer a secret that she had fucked her own son and his best friend and only self preservation would keep Jessica from revealing this to anyone. The die was cast...the itch in her pussy had become constant and it would need to be scratched frequently. 

"Where were we, Mom?" Her son's words shocked her back into the reality of the moment. She turned her face back to him. He couldn't really mean what she thought, could he? But the expression on his face said precisely that. Truth time, she thought. She froze the moment his hands slid back under her shirt and gently squeezed her naked cheeks; trembled when he lifted her shirt up. Yes or no...yes or no, her mind silently screamed. 

"I think...you were about to fuck me," she whispered, her decision made. Her arms straightened over her head as he tugged it off and tossed it on the table. She didn't wait for him to rid himself of his clothing. Instead, she grabbed the top of his boxers and pulled them down over his hips, claiming his cock with her hand. She squeezed it firmly, pumping it slowly until it was completely erect. Toby grinned at her proudly...he knew what had just happened just by watching her face. He turned her around until she stood facing the island and gently bent her over the granite counter top until her tits flattened against the cold, hard surface. Toby moved behind his mother, bent his knees slightly and slowly pushed his thick, hard cock into her dripping cunt. "Yessssssssssssssssssss, Baby...that's it, fuck your mother. Make your slut cum with that fat cock of yours."

Toby sensed that this fuck needed to be special for his mother. It was her coming out party so to speak. It was a mixture of passion, claiming turf and part performance art. He couldn't and wouldn't let her down. He didn't want to...he wanted all the same things. His strokes were deliberate, powerful and deep. They each began by pulling his long, glistening cock out till only the tip was between her moist folds, then slowly pushing it back in, driving it home with a quick and powerful flick of his hips. His loins slapped loudly against her lush ass cheeks, punctuating the erotic motions of their bodies. His hands moved slowly over her, caressing her silky smooth flesh with a tenderness she hadn't felt from him before. They were making love for the first time. It was scary yet exciting. It was feared yet welcomed. It might never happen this way again, but this was indeed special...for both of them.

"Your cock feels so good in my pussy, Baby," she whispered. "It's so fucking good." She began to whimper, making those soft sounds that said she was getting hotter and hotter...their pace started to quicken.

"And whose pussy is it, Mom? Who does your cock hungry cunt belong to, Baby?" He raised his hand and smacked her ass. She groaned and arched her hips back, asking for more. "Whose pussy is it, Bitch?" He smacked her again. She squealed in pleasure.

"Yours, Baby...it's all yours," she answered, almost shouting out the words. Her breath was ragged; her body had started to tremble. She was getting close. "Faster, Baby. Please, don't stop. Oh God, fuck me...fuck me," she begged.

They had completely forgotten Mike and his mother, who stood by; watching Toby's and Jerri's every move, her hand slowly pumping her son's massive cock. Just watching Jerri fuck her own son, Toby, was an incredible turn on. She knew firsthand what his massive cock felt like as it sliced in and out of her body. He hadn't been her first extra-maJessical lover...but he had been the best...until her son. Mike wasn't a more skillful lover...that he was her own son made their fucking better. It was so wicked, so forbidden. And like all secrets, it needed to be shared with someone who could understand how she felt. She needed a sister in incest. Jessica envied her friend at the moment...she could almost feel Toby's cock inside her own body. As she watched Toby pound his mother harder and faster, she began to moan vicariously and slipped her hand into her panties to finger her own juicy cunt. 

"Yesssssssssss, Baby, fuck your pussy," screamed Jerri. Fuck your slut...god damn it, fuck your whore. Oh yes, Baby, oh yes....oh yes," she chanted. 

Jessica's eyes glazed over with lust; she needed a cock. And even though her lustful son had just fucked her, she wanted more. She grabbed his arm and led him over to a chair, pushing him down and quickly straddled his lap facing the fuck crazed lovers. She frantically raised her hips, tugged her panties to the side and slammed her cum filled pussy down onto his cock. Her loud moan filtered through the haze of Jerri's mind, drawing her eyes towards her friend. 

"Oh fuck," she screamed at the sight of Jessica bouncing up and down on Mike's wondrous cock. "Oh God...Toby, fuck your whore. Make me cum, Baby. Make me cum...make me cum. Fuck, that's it, Baby. That's it...that's it...oh fuck. Now, Baby...now...now...God damn." Her babbling turned into a visceral scream as her orgasm wracked her body. 

She writhed and trembled as the intense pleasure washed over her. But even before the last tremors had ebbed, Toby pulled his cock out. She knew he hadn't come...and she knew he wasn't through with her. She sensed what he wanted and reached back, pulling the cheeks of her ass apart, submitting her tight anal fuck hole to her son. "Go on, Baby...fuck your mother's ass," she whimpered. "Fuck my nasty hole, Baby, and dump your load in my bowels."

His mother's filthy words were music to his ears. There was no doubt that she had joined them completely in their wanton, lust filled world. "What was that bitch?" he growled back at her, guiding the huge knob of his cock against her sphincters. 

"Fuck my ass, Baby...pound that huge dick of yours up your mother's asshole and fill it with your hot, sticky cum. Use your whore." She screamed as he drove the massive shaft completely inside her bowels, gritting her teeth as she savored the pain that shot through her body. The tingling began on the first stroke. Seconds later she came...and came, and came. She couldn't stop. She could barely breathe. The few words her unraveling mind managed to form failed to escape her gaping mouth. She stared at Jessica, their eyes locking, speaking to each other, cementing the bond that had formed between them. 

Jessica's eyes suddenly closed. Her head snapped back as she was cast into the throes of orgasm. Jerri smiled and waited for her prize. She felt it coming. Toby's body stiffened. And as her son filled her bowels with his molten seed, her mind drifted to another place. She closed her eyes as his words echoed in her mind. "Anytime, anywhere...anyplace."