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Mom was an Addict

By: Momstheboss



It is 3 o'clock in the morning and Betty is still sitting at her computer screen watching XXX-videos. She has been on the computer since 8 o'clock the prior evening.

She is a sex addict and her addiction costs her nearly $120 a month, which buys her approximately 1200 minutes a month. She is often in a liquored up stupor when she is watching videos, but her sex addiction takes precedence over the liquor. She is rarely drunk to the point of incoherency.

Betty is 5'5" tall and approximately 155lbs.. She has an abundance of light, red, shoulder length hair with bangs that reach almost to her eyebrows. She washes her hair daily when she showers for work but does little to groom it. 

Her brown eyes, modest breasts, paunchy belly and wide prominent posterior, along with her hair, gives her an appearance of a gnome or Viking wench.

If you doubt, wait until the woman speaks. Her speaking is lazy, low in tone and she finds it necessary to add a short, grating laugh to almost every sentence she utters.

I would ask, as you read this little excerpt, that you keep this in mind. It would get boring to add it every time she speaks.

Now, as earlier implied, Betty is a closet alcoholic and sex addict. She only gets out and about when she is working or shopping a bit. She has a son that checks on her two or three times a week and takes her out for pizza or subs every Wednesday night.

Since her third husband left her six years ago, she has pretty much stopped looking for another man, considering herself too old to attract a fourth. She is 43. That doesn't mean that she hasn't set her sights on a companion.

With two orgasms under her belt, only because she could not bring on more, she finally and reluctantly turns off the computer and wonders off to bed.

Earlier the same evening;

Gary slams the motel room door. He climbs into his car, slams that door too and with squealing tires he tears out of the motel parking lot.

The older married woman he's been seeing for the last six months has just dumped him. He's not sure if being dumped or not getting any good-bye pussy is the target of his anger.

Other than his addiction to the opposite sex, Gary is a pretty standup guy and does not have any of the expected vices. He likes to say; "I have no vices above the waist". He has a good job, a lovely high-rise apartment on the 13th floor and he takes care of his mother, as a good son should.

Arriving home, not getting any married pussy, he undresses completely and lies in his bed stroking his cock.

Wednesday evening.

Gary had to work overtime and did not arrive at his mother's trailer until seven. He hates the trailer park, the trailer and even the fact that he has to come here. He exits his car, walks up the ramp and uses his key to enter the trailer. 

He finds his mother sitting at the computer watching a couple doggie-fuck on the screen. She makes no effort to hide or exit from the page. 

She has never made a secret of her addictions and while he regularly tries to counsel her she just makes excuses and continues on. Her favorite comment; "I haven't had a man in over five years", is said so often that it is almost cliché.

Finding his mother watching XXX-videos on a Wednesday evening was not all that unusual for Gary. Normally, he would ignore the screen until his mother shut it off and gathered herself together for dinner. But, this evening, he walked up behind her and stood watching the screen. He noticed his mother's underwear lying on the table beside a small shot glass with only an eighth of an inch of dark liquid remaining.

"Are you hungry or did I interrupt something?" He asked. "I can wait in the car?"

"Let me find the come shot." She replied, working the cursor along the timeline of the video. "Are you sure are you don't want to order in tonight?"

"I'm quite positive I don't want to order in." He replied. "I've got to pee. Get yourself squared away."

Gary returned from the bathroom finding his mother holding her pocketbook standing by the door.

Unfortunately, Gary had to admit to his mother's unattractive appearance, demeanor and her unusual speech. He had grown up with her lazy speech pattern, but had seen other people's expression when talking to her. 

Additionally, when you took a close look at her face, you could tell with a haircut and a bit of makeup she could be somewhat more appealing..

On their return from the pizza parlor, he was reluctant to go back into the trailer but his mother insisted on giving him some gas money.

Returning from the bedroom with a $20 bill, she moved in close to his 5'10" frame.

"I really wish you would stay while." She said in a pleading tone. "I'm lonely! We could go in the back and lay down and you could hold me for a while."

"You know you won't behave yourself." He replied. "I need to get home."

"I've not drunk much. I'll behave myself!" She lied, continuing to plead. "It will help keep me off the computer tonight! You want that don't you?

"Alright." He finally said, after checking his watch a couple of times. "I'm warning you! First time, I'm out of here!"

Mother and son walked down the short hall to the small bedroom in the back of the trailer. Betty began to undress in the dark.

"That's enough mom!!" Gary said sternly, seeing her reach to undo her bra.

"You're not going to undress at all?" She inquired.

"No. I told you it would only be a few minutes." He replied. "When you drift off, I'll leave."

Gary stretched out on the bed and stretched out his left arm. He allowed his mother to snuggle up against him on his left, as he cuddled her head with his arm. He made no objection when she placed her bent leg over his legs.

"I need a man, Gary." She whispered. "I get so lonely and horny all by myself."

"I know mom." Gary replied. "You need to get out and find someone."

"I'm not going to some damn bar!" She said defiantly. "I just don't know where to find a good man. Except for the one next to me!"

"I can't be your man." Gary retorted. "You are certainly not going to find a man sitting at the computer watching fuck videos."

There were a few moments of silence. Gary hoped that his mother would drift off quickly.

"I like that word.....fuck." Betty said softly. "Just saying it...fuck...fuck... fuck... fuck me."

"Stop it mom!" Gary exclaimed. "You are going to get yourself all riled up and cause me to leave!"

"You said it first! I'm just saying it's an interesting word." She continued. "Does it ever bother a man that a woman's fuck hole is so close to her ass hole? A man could slip and stick your cock in the wrong hole. Me personally, I might like that!"

"That's it!" Gary exclaimed, bolting up from the bed. "You can do what you want! Watch those damn videos and finger yourself sore, but I am out of here!"

Gary heard his mother mumbling something as he hurried to the door and left. 

As much as he hated to admit it, his mother's banter had aroused him. So much so, he found a secluded street to park and jerked off into a rubber from his car glove box.

Betty cried briefly. She removed her panties and rolled to her belly putting her right hand and finger to her pussy. Holding her finger stationary, her ass humped rhythmically until the orgasm gripped her. In the darkness, her fantasy had revolved around her son.

She tried to doze off but sleep eluded her. Finally, she got up, went to the kitchen and made herself a drink, and sat down at the computer. She searched her "favorites" for a number of mother and son videos. Try as she did, she could not bring on another orgasm and around 3 o'clock shut the computer off, disgruntled and feeling unsatisfied.

Over the next few weeks, Gary contacted the married woman he had been having an affair with and tried in vain, several times, to convince her to meet him. He heard the usual "it was a mistake", "I'm afraid of being caught" and "I've got too much to lose". He was frustrated and angry.

He had missed checking on his mother several days during the week. Finally, on a Saturday, he made his way to the depressing trailer park and his mother's trailer. He used his key.

Knowing what he knew, he was still shocked to see his mother, sitting totally naked, in the middle of the afternoon watching fuck videos.

"Crying out loud, mom!!" He exclaimed loudly. "You're driving yourself and me insane! Look at yourself!"

In this instance, Betty actually looked and acted embarrassed. She was stone cold sober and it was broad daylight. She had only been on the computer for a few minutes.

She jumped up from the chair and hustled herself down the hall to the bedroom, leaving the fuck scene running.

Gary moved closer to the screen and began to watch the action. The screen showed a woman of perhaps 60 years or more on a bed situated in a small alcove. A much younger man of perhaps 30 years or so was mounted atop her. Her legs were only partially bent with her feet flat on the bed. Her hands rested on his shoulders, but her overall actions were passive in nature. She was servicing him and undoubtedly was supposed to be his mother or grandmother. He preferred a woman be a more active participant.

Still, Gary waited until the younger man pulled his cock out of her and ejaculated onto her belly.

Gary felt himself become aggravated and flush.

He walked briskly down the hall, opened the bedroom door and entered. He found his mother barefoot, already dressed in her usual black corduroy jeans and buttoning a cotton shirt.

He closed on her quickly, taking her by the shoulders and throwing her onto the bed. He was on top of her in an instant, kissing her face and neck and tearing at the cotton shirt.

"Stop it!" Betty shouted. "You're too rough! I don't want to be taken like this!"

Four buttons broke off the shirt and went skittering across the bed and floor. Gary refocused his attention on unbuttoning her jeans, meeting much resistance from his mother's kicking and slapping at him.

"You've wanted me to fuck you!" Gary exclaimed. "I'm fucking tired of your tempting and tormenting. You want me to fuck you! Then, I'm going to fuck you!"

Springing her right knee into her son's side, she sent him rolling off the bed onto his back on the floor. She tried to escape off the other side of the bed but she felt him snag her jeans, dragging her back towards him. She kept pawing and kneeing herself in the opposite direction, but she made no headway. She only felt her jeans being yanked down her legs. Rolling to her back, she kicked viciously, but ineffectively, to keep him from ripping her jeans off.

Gary, having stripped is mother of her jeans, quickly moved to block the door as he began to remove his shoes, jeans and underwear. He looked domineeringly and determined at his mother as she lay panting on the bed glaring at him.

"What's wrong, mom!" He retorted. "Don't you want to talk about fucking? I think I like that word too; Fuck....fuck.....fuck... say it with me! You can fight all you want but sooner or later I'm going to hear "fuck me" come out of your mouth.

"Go to hell, you bastard!" She retorted right back.

When he came at her again, she kicked unexpectedly but he managed to block the attempt to kick his groan. She repeatedly thwarted his attempt to remove her bra but he eventually yanked it down and attacked her breasts.

"You might get my clothes off but you will never get your cock in me." She assured him. "Not acting like some damn animal."

While Gary was roughly fondling his mother's breast with his left hand, trying to get a nipple in his mouth, he was trying to strip her of her panties with his right. He was meeting strong resistance and had received a number of numbing knee shots to his side while trying to protect his groan.

Betty was fighting like a wildcat but her stamina was ebbing quickly. Her panties were shredded and finally yanked free, giving her a bit more anger to continue her fight.

"You son-of-a-bitch!!" She yelled.

Expecting her son to try to mount her and penetrated her, Betty rolled to her belly. She felt his teeth bite firmly into her buttock as his hand reached between her legs. She felt his finger poking and probing her pussy and she shook and wiggled her ass violently to keep him from putting his finger in her.

Again, her efforts failed. Feeling his finger push into her, her body went limp, not from surrender, but pure exhaustion.

"Go ahead, damn you!" She panted defiantly. "Take what you want! But I'll holler rape!"

"Holler all you damn want!" Gary replied belligerently.

Gary roughly grabbed his mother's broad hips, pulling them up and backwards. She resisted weakly and he did not get her fully to her knees before he tried to put his rock, hard cock into her. Flopping down, her large ass prevented his quick incertion. He tried to turn her over but she resisted, with renewed vigor, successfully.

The desire to take her flamed out, as he straight-armed his torso over her ass, breathing heavily.

Turning his head in a large arc as in exercise, the incestuous quest misted away. He pushed himself off the bed and left the bedroom.

He was pissing in the toilet, when his mother stopped by the door. She stared at him and his limp cock briefly, then, she continued on to the kitchen.

Gary removed the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower and took a steaming hot bath, finishing up with ice-cold water. He returned to the bedroom and redressed.

Walking to the living room, Gary found his mother, her bra back in place, setting panty-less on the sofa, a drink in her hand, staring at the action on the computer screen.

"I'll drop by in a couple of days to check on you." He said, not looking directly at her.

"You do that!" She chirped. "And if you can act like a proper lover, you might hear those words you want to hear."

"I don't think that is going to happen!" Gary replied. "I lost control. I won't do that again."

"We'll see." Betty retorted.

Gary stopped to see a number of friends, but he could not get the pent up sexual feeling to go away. He finally went home and tried to reach his married ex-lover on the phone. Failing that, he undressed and sat on his sofa, jerking off.

Three days later it was dark when he pulled up in front of his mother's trailer.

Letting himself in, it was déjà vu, finding his mother sitting at her computer watching a scene of an older woman sucking a younger guys cock. He saw the usual glass nearly empty of dark liquid. She wore a light, cotton sleeping grown that buttoned down the front. He had little doubt that she was naked underneath.

He sat the bag of subs on the small dining table.

"You hungry?" He queried.

"Yeah! I could eat a little something." She replied, leaving her computer chair and preparing two glasses of iced tea.

She had left the video running and now the couple was on the sofa fucking missionary style.

"Want me to cut that off?" Gary inquired.

"No, you can let it run." Betty replied. "I don't suppose you'll be here very long. That is one of my favorites."

Betty took a seat where she could see the screen. 

Now, there was another couple on the screen, again with an older woman sucking a younger guys cock.

"It's been years but I bet I could still give you a good suck." She said, then, took a bite of her sub.

Gary looked around at the video and studied it for a few long moments.

"To be honest, mom." He said. "I can take it or leave it. Getting my cock sucked has never been at the top of my list. I just like to fuck."

Betty replied. "I've got off once already, but I'm still up for a good fuck."

He studied the video a few more moments.

"She dumped me, mom."

"Who?" Betty asked. "That married bitch? When? "

"Yeah. About eight days ago." Gary replied.

"What exactly did you expect?" Betty queried.

"I don't really know." He replied.

They both studied the video for long moments.

"You want to finish eating?" She queried. "Are do you want to go lay down?"

"You ready." Gary queried back.

"It's been over five years since I've had a man." Betty replied. "I've been ready a long time."

Gary followed his mother towards the bedroom. Entering the room, she hit the switch that turned on a glaring overhead light.

Betty sat down on the foot of the bed and began to unbutton her grown, watching her son undress. 

When he had finished, she motioned him to come closer. She toyed with his simi-erect cock for a long minute, before leaning over to take it into her mouth. She stroked his shaft with two fingers as she sucked firmly on the domed head. 

Gary stared down at his mother. 

When she had brought his cock to a firm erection, she scooted back onto the bed short of the pillows. She motioned him to join her.

Gary stared at the lavish, red bush between her legs for a long moment before joining her. As her legs lifted and widened, he continued on between them.

With cock in hand, he probed her pussy until he found her hole and pushed into her.

Betty pulled her legs back further as she felt his cock penetrated her. She pulsed her ass a couple of times to get him deep into her.

Mother and son began a quick pace fuck. 

"Fuck me!" She whispered. "Stick it deep in mama. Yesssss, baby!"

With his mother's arms around his neck and her legs locked tight around his waist he presently became a bit claustrophobic. 

He sought his release, supporting himself above her, straight-armed, he proceeded to pound her ass into the bed.

Betty kept her knees pulled back with her hands behind her knees. She was soon puffing like a woman in labor, finding it difficult to keep her legs high. Her neck became tired as she craned her head up to watch her son's cock plunge into her.

"Let me get on top!" She moaned. "I want to ride your cock."

Gary slammed into her a few more times before he rolled off her onto his back.

Betty maneuvered to straddle him reaching down to grab his cock. Lifting her ass up, she positioned his cock to her hole and eased herself down onto it. As she began to rotate her hips forward, her son's cock remained embedded deep in her.

Gary reached up with both hands to fondle his mother's breasts, as he studied their coupling.

Betty's prior orgasm was not hindering her in the least. With renewed vigor and the long desired cock now inside of her, she was lustfully gaining momentum towards orgasm.

The incestuous cock inside of her did not cause the lust she was feeling, as any cock would have done the job. She had been offering herself up to her son ever since her third husband had left her, but she felt no victory of seduction.

Gary only felt a slight tinge of the incestuous lust. He felt more anger at himself for having finally given in to his mother's obvious and open willingness to give him her pussy.

He had always been drawn to older married women, but they were not easily found or seduced. The younger ones were readily at hand and quite willing but he had no desire for them. Having been recently dumped by a very attractive and lustful married woman, the very best of a very short list, he found little solace in fucking his mother. His humiliation was complete.

"AAAaaaaaaaaaa! FUCK! FUCKkkkkkk!" Betty exclaimed loudly as the orgasm flowed through her.

"Get on your knees for me." Gary directed, as her body relaxed.

Betty unsaddled herself exhaustively and positioned herself on her knees with a wide stance.

Gary slip in behind her and with a tenderness he did not feel he pushed his cock into his mother's pussy. He began to fuck her with a slow rhythm looking down with degrading distain at his mother on her knees.

The self-loathing that he felt for himself and his mother was soon being released in his slamming rhythm against his mother's ass, sending his cock deep into her.

Betty inched ever forward with each blow to her backside until her head was bumping up against the headboard.


Mom was an Addict Ch. 02



Mother and son, Betty and Gary, were engaged in a frenzied fuck with Gary sitting on the toilet seat, his mother lifting her ass as best she could and dropping herself repeatedly unto his rigid erection. They had been at it for near 25 minutes. It was their fifth incestuous coupling in the last two weeks.

Gary was completely dressed with his pants and underwear at his feet. He was not planning on staying very long, just some quick afternoon pussy and back to work. Betty was completely naked having removed her light housecoat.

There was no conversation between the two. Their sexual banter had ceased six or seven minutes ago. Betty was huffing and puffing like a woman in labor, while Gary concentrated on holding himself in check until his mother reached orgasm.

"I'm close baby!" Betty moaned breathlessly. "Ohh fuck! I'm glad you stopped by! I really needed this. I'm cominggggggggggg! Goddd yesss!"

Gary let himself pop moments behind his mother shoving his cock strongly upward to send his cock deep inside of his mother's pussy, spewing his semen inside her incestuous belly.

After resting a few long moments, Betty lifted herself off his withering cock and replaced him on the toilet to let his come drip from her.

Gary shuffled over to the sink and washed his cock, lathering it generously.

"I'll try to get over soon." He said as he pulled up his briefs and pants.

"Does mother get a kiss goodbye?" Betty queried.

Gary moved in front of her and lifted her face by her chin and planted a lustful kiss on her lips. "Thank you for the afternoon delight."

For once, Betty did not turn on the computer to watch xxx-rated videos. Instead, she went looking for incestuous forums, had a few interesting discussions but nothing developed like she was looking for. The next day proved more fruitful.

***

Betty heard the key slip into the lock. Turning towards the trailer door she saw her son come in. A week had passed and again it was a little after noon - lunch time. She smiled inwardly knowing why her son had stopped by.

She turned back towards the screen.

"I have to go for now Carol. My son just came in." She said to the face on the screen, then, in a much lower volume she whispered, "let me know when you can see the sofa.", as she turned the camera attached to the top of the screen. 

"Right there." Carol whispered and nodded into her own camera.

"I'll see if I can show you I'm not lying. Just make sure you don't make any sound." Betty whispered, pulling off her headset and touching her screen off.

Betty stood and for a second studied her son who had plopped heavily down onto the sofa. She made no effort to tie her housecoat, thus hiding her nakedness from her son's view. She walked to the sofa and sat down next to him on his left. The housecoat remained completely open.

"You must be lost?" Betty said more than asked. "It's Monday. I wasn't expecting you but I can see something is wrong. You want to talk about it?"

"Nothing left to talk about I guess." Gary began. "I went to her house last night and threatened to tell her husband we were having an affair. She laughed in my face and told me she had already told him."

"And you believed her?" Betty questioned.

"Yes, actually I suppose I do." Gary replied with exhaustion in his tone.

"Come here and let mother hold you." Betty offered lifting her left arm to summon him to her. "Yes! I don't know why you hold that bitch in such high regard, but you do. You're all stressed out! I can feel the tightness of your body. All you need is a little TLC and you know mama will give it to you."

Betty held her son close nibbling his ear, still , it took more minutes than she had anticipated, but Betty finally felt her son's right hand cup her left breast. He thumbed her nipple long moments. His head soon followed and he suckled at her nipple as his right hand explored her leg and thigh, eventually slipping between her legs. She widened her legs to give him access to her pussy.

Carol's eyebrows lifted but she still was not entirely convinced the mother and son had actually fucked. Comforting a son, letting him see you naked was one thing - fucking him was another. She needed to see more to believe that Betty had told her the truth about her incest with her son. She sat back in her chair staring at the monitor.

Betty was anxious that too much time was slipping by. Her almost nonexistent history with her son told her he should have already taken the initiative and had his cock in her by now. She gently pushed him away from her as she sought to unzip his dress pants and bring forth his erection. She maneuvered backwards a bit and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

She hoped that Carol at a good view of the sofa.

Betty sucked on her son's cock for a few long minutes, then, stood and removed her housecoat, throwing it to a nearby chair.

She bent to grab hold of the small coffee table and lifted a clear of the front of the sofa to give the camera lens a clear view. She hoped the camera could see the entire sofa giving her new friend a good view.

As she did this, Gary, mindful that he had to return to work without stains on his pants, quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down below his knees.

Betty closed on her son, straddling him, holding his cock vertical, positioning herself and lowering herself down onto it.

She felt no sense of relief or yearning for sexual intercourse. She and Carol had masturbated together a half hour earlier. Her intent was to service her son, releasing his stress, and giving Carol a first-hand view of what she was reluctant to believe, that her new acquaintance was indeed engaged in an incestuous affair with her son.

Coupling with Gary, she kept him deep inside of her as she moved her ass in a slow rhythmic cycle.

"Is that good baby?" She whispered, knowing full well it was as his moans told her.

"Yes! It is good mom." He whispered with lustful breath. 

"It's so hard!" She whispered back. "And deep inside of me. Mother's pussy will take all of your cares away."

She knew that her microphone could pick up her voice the short distance from the computer to the sink. It wasn't that much further to the sofa and she hoped Carol could pick up a bit of what transpired.

Betty relied on her weight to keep her son's cock buried deep inside of her. She knew pretty well how the male mind worked in regard to sexual stimulation. Her son made no effort to bring any rhythm of his own to their coupling. She did not want him to. She did not want to get excited herself. Show and tell was the plan and she would rely on her words to bring him to orgasm.

"You like what I'm doing Gary?" She whispered. "Keeping your big, rock hard cock deep inside of me. It feels like you're touching my belly button - from the inside. She heard the appropriate moan. You like holding my ass, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Gary replied with lustful desire.

"I bet your balls feel like their going to bust. I know your cock does." She taunted. "That warm, milky white cum is going to feel soooo good shooting up inside my belly."

Betty now felt a slight rhythmic push up from her son, indicating he was on the climb to orgasm.

"Yes, think about that cum erupting inside mother's pussy covering my womb." She continued, "Fuck mama's pussy! That bitch don't deserve a cock as good as yours. Show her you don't need her pussy. You've got a tight pussy anytime you want it right here with Mama. Show me how much you love mother's pussy. Show me! Show Mama! Come in Mama's pussy! Come in...!"

"OhhhhhhhAAGggggggg!" Gary groaned, sinking his fingers into his mother's ass as his cock jerked, pumping a good load into her pussy.

Betty had worked her magic. When the orgasm had left him, she kissed him on the forehead and lifted herself off of him.

"You had better get back to work." She offered, giving him the out he no doubt wanted. Their incestuous relationship offered up no love to linger over or voice after coupling. "You're going to be late." She headed towards the bathroom putting two fingers up, hoping that Carol would understand she would be back in two minutes.

Carol watched Gary fondle his cock as his eyes were no doubt watching his mother walk to the bathroom. His smiling gaze could only be on his mother's ass telling Carol that he found his mother, not just a good fuck, but truly to his liking. She watched him gather up a few tissues out of the box sitting next to the sofa and wipe his cock dry before quickly dressing. His head quickly jerked, looking towards the bathroom. He exited the trailer quickly.

Betty returned from the bathroom to find her son gone. She sat down at the computer and reattached her microphone, touched the monitor on and repositioned the camera.

"I can't believe what I just saw!" Carol said with astonishment in her tone. "That was so - so - unbelievable!"

"Carol, if that's what you want with your son John all you have to do is go after it." Betty encouraged. "If John did and acted the way you said he did, he made the first move. All you have to do is give in to your desire."

"I reached orgasm with Gary. Can you believe it!" Carol exclaimed.

"You're the horniest woman I know - next to me." Betty laughed. "He's a good-looking man isn't he? He's a bit older than John but very experienced in pleasing a woman. His cock stays hard forever. If you still want to wait a bit to let your son screw you, I could get you and Gary together if you want?"

"Oh heavens Betty! You can't possibly be serious? Wouldn't you be jealous? I couldn't possibly..." Carol exclaimed.

"Jealousy is not in my vocabulary. You have to do something Carol." Betty again encouraged. "It will help with the stress of dealing with the scars and health issues that's keeping you from letting a man close to you. Your son, from what you've told me, doesn't seem to care a bit about your scars. The desire for mother's pussy has taken care of that. Hell, I wished I could have had it as easy as you're going to. But it is a bold step and I understand your hesitancy. Your life will change forever! For the better in my opinion."

"You really think so?" Carol quizzed, still sounding unsure. 

"We've talked about a number of scenarios that should work just fine." Betty encouraged. "Just try one! The next time we talk I would like to hear some positive news. What I'd really like to hear is that you screwed John's brains out! But I want to invite you to dinner Saturday to meet Gary."

"Okay Betty." Carol agreed. "As long as you say you are not jealous?"

***

After goodbyes with Betty, Carol cut the computer off and got herself a strong drink. It was just after 10 o'clock and her son would be home a little after 11. She intended to be in bed by the time he arrived so she saw no need to put her panties back on under her housecoat. It remained untied.

She was on her second Jack Daniels and still pondering what she had seen on the computer screen and going over the last four years.

The car accident had trapped her in the car and it had caught fire about the time the fire truck arrived. By the time the fire department had cut her from the wreckage she had been burnt over much of her chest down to her feet. It had taken three years and numerous skin graphs to put her back together. She had gone to great lengths not to allow her son to see her devastated body. On seeing her body, her husband had devastated her by finding her body repulsive and unable to touch.

She had allowed him his sexual freedom hoping he would not leave her. She had never complained about his balding head or when he started wearing a toupee but it didn't work - he left her, filed for divorce and remarried. John and his father had almost come to blows over the abandonment, but his father still continued to pay the college tuition and alimony.

Her son, John, was now 22 and a sophomore in the local college. The accident, no-fault of her own, settlement gave her enough money to live well and have a bit of fun money for her and her son. She hurt constantly but took very few of the prescription pills prescribed to her.

Over the last year, John had become very affectionate and loving. With foot massages, back massages and just wanting to hold her. He had seen a good bit of her scarring and wrinkled skin, but if it bothered him he hid it well. They had even slept in her bed more times than she cared to admit, both having fell asleep watching TV. Too often, her alarm clock woke her only to find her son spooning behind her, his hand on her hip or ass. She soon perceived that if his hand was on her ass he was mostly awake, making it no accident.

Over the last three months their conversations took a turn towards the intimate side. She told him why his father had left. He, in turn, related to her the many sexually frustrating relationships he had had since going to college. He had no steady girlfriend that she knew of, but admitted he was not a virgin. Still, she was not prepared for what had happened 8 days earlier. 

During a foot massage with her wearing loose-legged shorts, her son had expanded the massage passed her knees, stroking the inside of her thighs. He had questioned her on how bad she had been injured and why she was not seeking a partner. Knowing his reference, she had answered, "it works just find. Your dad just couldn't stand the sight of me." She then remarked on his transgression without telling him to withdraw his hand. He had not withdrawn his hand before he told her how much he loved her and that her scars did not bother him in the least. "Dad is a lowlife. Forget him!" He had said angrily as his hand retracted.

The event had caused her to go searching incest forums on the net looking for answers or advice. Her second day of reading and talking she had met Betty. Betty had informed her of her own incest and the conversation had aroused both and they had masturbated together. A first for her!

Her smile at remembering her son's words, "forget him", was suddenly erased from her face as she heard the lock being keyed. With no chance to run, she stretched out on the sofa and pretended to be asleep. With luck, he would go through and not even know she was there.

In her haste, the left side of her housecoat had dropped off of her. The right side of the housecoat only partially covered her right leg. She was unaware of the extent of her nakedness as her son appeared at her feet. Unlike a child fretting sleep, her eyelids were loosely closed, her hands on her belly securing the rest of the robe.

As a long minute passed, she did not need to attempt a squint to know that her son was standing there looking at her. She was now aware of the difference in temperature from her covered torso and exposed bottom half and he was undoubtedly staring at her bare pussy, void of hair and her blistered thighs. She listened intently for a footstep that would tell her he had run afoul of something he shouldn't be seeing and hasten away. She heard no sound of footsteps. What she did hear was the sound of a zipper - without doubt his zipper - being pulled down.

It was difficult to keep her body relaxed and calm her mind that screamed, "My Lord what is he doing? What is he going to do?"

20-year-old John had sufficient illumination to study the slim, 5'8" tall, 108lb body that was his 38-year-old mother. He knew his mother's butt was rounded and well proportioned to her body and he desperately wanted to see it, though light in weight her ass was obscured by it sinking into the cushy cushions.

Her wrinkled skin, scarred from the heat, caused him distress only because of the pain she must have suffered. Her pussy and mound had somehow received only minor burns, as it was still relatively smooth though hairless. He hated his father even more.

To Carol, the long minutes seemed to go on forever. She half expected but felt no touch. Soon, she could hear his increased breathing confirming her fear of what he was doing. He was jerking off standing there looking at her - her exposed bottom half - her pussy. 

She could not stand it any longer. She opened her eyes. She saw her son stroking his cock. She saw his momentary shock of lifted eyebrows and backward jerk of his body but he did not stop.

Long, long, moments, that seemed like minutes, past as they stared into each others' eyes. Carol realized her chance for discretion had passed. She had become caught up in the moment and the burning at her crotch. She wanted to let him know he was not transgressing.

Still, it took every ounce of courage she could muster to move - to pull her left foot back till her knee was high, then, she dropped it to the left giving him an unobstructed view of her pussy. She hoped the overhead kitchen light was sufficient illumination.

He beat his cock harder for a short minute. She caught his slight movement to his right. 

"No! You stay right where you are and, if you must, continue what you are doing." Her last words made her feel stupid and naïve.

"Mother please!" He pleaded.

"You have got all you're going to get until I have time to think." Carol responded in a strong tone. "Stop looking me in the eyes! Look between my legs. Keep your eyes on my pussy! I'm giving you all I can right now."

With those words she became silent not giving her son a bit of help to finish - to orgasm. His eyes remained glued to her pussy as he jerked his cock with determination.

"Ohhh! Fuck!" He moaned as his cock jerked shooting his cum once, twice onto the arm of the leather sofa. The third squirt fell short onto the hardwood floor.

Carol waited until she thought her son's orgasm was spent.

"I think it's best you go straight to bed." She said sternly. "I'll clean up your mess."

"Mom, let me explain." John attempted.

"You can explain yourself tomorrow night. Now go! Before I really lose my temper."

"But you spread..." he insisted.

"I know what I did son! I damn well know what I did! Let me think some. Now go to bed!"

John rushed off like a scolded child and slammed his bedroom door.

After a few minutes lying there pondering her situation and what had happened, Carol went to the kitchen to wet a few paper towels. Before wiping up his semen with a paper towel, she swirled her forefinger and middle finger through his semen on the sofa arm and touched it to her tongue.

***

Wednesday night; Gary and Betty sat in the local pizza parlor up the hill from his apartment. Betty has spent most of the meal telling her son about Carol and her many obstacles and desires.

"I can't believe what you did?" Gary scolded his mother in a near whisper. "Don't you know incest is against the law?"

"Carol is not going to say anything." Betty defended. "Besides, I told her that you would be more than happy to give her some cock. You can get past her scarred body for some good pussy, can't you? She thinks you're handsome and I told her you wouldn't give a damn about her being burnt. If she hasn't bedded her son yet I think she may be willing to come to dinner."

"You're a nutcase mom. A real nutcase." Gary joked. "You're willing to let me fuck a friend of yours? An acquaintance is more the word!"

"You saw her face. She's a very attractive woman wouldn't you say?" Betty continued, not answering his question right off. "She says her pussy might be hairless but it's good as gold. And to answer your question, I would not be the least bit jealous. I just want to be there. How about it?"

"Whatever you decide mom." Gary replied. "I'm not going to let a few scars keep me from getting some new pussy."

Having left the pizza parlor, Gary was waiting for a car to pass to make a left into his mother's trailer park.

"You're coming in, aren't you?" Betty queried in a soft tone.

"You want me to come in?" Gary queried back.

"You know I do."




Mom was an Addict Ch. 02



This night would be a presentation of the norm for Betty and her son. Ever mindful of a few necessities like freshening up - unless one was on a lunch break and in a hurry or aggravated with life in general and desperately in need of a bit of stress relief - which entailed Gary washing his cock in the sink while his mother squatted in the tub lathering her pussy - mother and son shied from the customary sexual ritual of seduction or foreplay.

Betty will enter the bed first, claiming a pillow and positioning herself in the middle of the bed, bouncing a bit to make herself comfortable. Gary will crab onto the bed from the bottom. Betty will lift her meaty legs and spread them wide, acquiring her son's cock as he moves between them. She will place his cock to her and together they will push, wiggle, and moan together until coupled.

According to who wins out; Gary prefers the lights to be out, while Betty prefers the stark overhead 60W light to be on. Tonight, Betty wins.

Without arousing seduction or foreplay, there will be no lustful, heated frenzied fucking. Instead, mother and son begin a slow rhythm and then a fencing banter to warm them up;

"Your cock always feels so good in me." Betty said without any lustful or sexual tone in her voice.

"Always? That's kind of a relative term considering we haven't fucked but four or five times."

"You think pissing me off is going to make me a better lay?" Betty rebukes.

Prodding his mother makes Gary feel good and he increases his rhythm slightly stabbing his cock into her.

"Yes baby! Take your anger and frustration out on mother's pussy. Mama likes it like that!" Betty eggs her son, while matching his stabbing thrust with the uplifting of her ass to send him deep. She wants to chastise him unjustly for not being long enough to hurt her with his thrusts, but she knows he is plenty big and long, it is just her nature to antagonize.

"I'll eat your pussy if you get on your knees for me for a minute or two?" He queries.

"You'll eat my pussy either way." She said, slowing her body, indicating her willingness. "Am I the only one you like to fuck doggy style? Did your married bitch let you fuck her that way? Or, do you save the degradation and discomfort only for me??"

Mother and son maneuvered into position while fencing with words.

"I did not mean to hurt you last time." He said apologetically. "It's as simple as I like a nice ass and a tight pussy. You have both. I like feeling my belly against a female butt. I saw a movie about a caveman meeting a next-generation female. The cave people fucked doggy style only. It showed an ugly fellow approach a female by a stream, getting down behind her and popping it into her. Later, he was taken to the next-generation female's village. She would not allow him to be killed and when they were alone he tried to couple with her from behind. She would have none of it and showed him how to get between her legs missionary style. I prefer being a caveman, I suppose."

"That sounds like a good movie." Betty said. "You will have to rent it for us one evening. Ahhhh! Yes! Damn it's big!"

"It's an old one but I'll look for it." Gary replied, beginning to stroke into his mother in a casual rhythm.

Betty was feeling good this night and slipped her left arm under her, reaching to finger her clit.

Gary knew instantly, by seeing her arm disappeared and hearing a most lustful moan as she touched her clit. Knowing his time in this position would be limited if he stopped her, he let her please herself. He hoped he could control himself, as he did not want to have his cum in his mouth while eating his mother's pussy. She having an orgasm was not going to get him off the hook - and he didn't want to be off that hook - he loved eating pussy as much as he loved fucking it.

"Damn, you are hard!" Betty exclaimed, as her son leisurely pumped into her. "I do enjoy it like this when you are a gentle. Uhhhhh! Fingering my clit makes me breathless! You don't mind do you?"

"Not at all." Gary assured her. "I'll eat your pussy when you get finished there. I'll keep going just like this and enjoy your ass and tight pussy. Just take your time and enjoy it."

***

Finished cleaning up her son's semen, Carol cut the kitchen light off, stopped by the bathroom to relieve herself, then entered her bedroom. She removed her housecoat and threw it to a nearby chair. Without a thought of pulling the bedding down, she eased herself across the bed and pushed her right arm under her. Spreading her legs, her fingers explored her pussy a few long moments before moving to her clit. With her middle finger stationary, her ass humped ever so slightly until she brought herself to orgasm, then she drifted off to sleep.

As usual, Carol had her son's breakfast on the table when he awoke and showered. She was long gone to her own job.

Returning home, knowing her son would go straight to his job after classes, Carol hoped Betty would be on her computer.

"Good evening Carol." Betty said after accepting Carol's offer to connect on the cam. "I was hoping you would be around this evening."

"You are not going to believe what happened last night." Carol said, not able to contain herself. "I am so distraught I don't know what to do."

Carol related to Betty everything that had happened including her own masturbation. Betty listened saying nothing until Carol had finished the story with "what am I going to do" more to herself then to Betty.

"Well, you were wondering what was in his mind." Betty began. "You don't have to wonder anymore. I'm surprised you did not let him fuck you right there on the sofa - you said he wanted to. I can imagine what he must of been thinking when he saw you open your eyes and spread your legs like that for him. It's a wonder he hadn't raped your ass!"

"He's much too kind and nice to do anything like that." Carol assured her confidant.

"Why didn't you let him fuck you?" Betty quizzed.

"It was just such a shock that he would do something so brazen, knowing he could get caught. I knew he masturbated - what young man doesn't - I didn't mean to let him see me so bare, but knowing he had I went with the moment. I do want him to fuck me! I need someone to - and after last night - why not him! I just need time to adjust and think and get ready - you know, see a doctor for protection.

"I understand." Betty sympathized. "But what I want to suggest is that you come to dinner Saturday. Gary will be here and if you two hit it off you and he can fuck. It would do you good."

"You talk so nonchalantly about - fucking. It doesn't bother you sharing? And how do you know he'll want to fuck someone with an ugly body like mine?

"Because Gary loves pussy!" Betty replied with conviction. "I told him about your scars and he's unconcerned. It will give you a chance to get that pussy ready for your son. When Gary gets finish with you you'll be more than willing to have something a little closer to home and welcome your son between your legs."

"You really think so?" Carol quizzed with uncertainty still in her tone.

"Certainly!" Betty responded. "So we'll see you Saturday night about 7 o'clock?"

"Okay!" Carol said with conviction. "You don't have to go do you?"

"Of course not. You want to play a little bit?" Betty asked, smiling into the camera.

"I do." Carol smiled back.

***

Carol was sitting at the small dining table when her son entered their apartment. She wore her usual light housecoat over her panties. The housecoat was securely tied.

"How was work?" She queried lovingly.

"Just fine." John replied. "How are you doing tonight?"

"Under the circumstances, I'm good." She replied. "I want you to sit down for a minute." She continued, "I don't want to discuss that crazy thing that happened. I'm a bit surprised at you, but with our frank conversations and closeness I should have expected something like that. Anyway, that's history. The times we have dozed off watching TV in my bed and the number of times I woke up with your hand on my ass, I want you to know, I know, it was not an accident as you so innocently proclaimed. You playing with my ass is what woke me up! I am not stupid young man! She paused momentarily to see if her son wanted to say anything. He remained silent. "If we do would want - and I'm still not sure we will - you understand our relationship would be changed forever."

"Not that much!" John chirped, having found his voice. "Sex is important mom and you seem to think it's never going to happen to you again. It doesn't have to be like that. I can take care of you!"

"Oh. But it is. I'm going to sleep with a friend's son Saturday night. It's ...

"You mean fuck him?" John injected sarcastically.

"Yes. Fuck him if you want to term it so crude." She replied, then continued, "it's necessary that I do this before I make a decision about me and you. I don't know if I can still take a man." Carol said, knowing full well that her 7 inch dildo had been inside of her quite satisfyingly. "I'm not going to lay with you and find out that it is all for nothing. I want you to know this. That it could mean getting what you desire."

"You make it sound so one-sided. I want to make you happy not just screw you!"

"I'm sorry. I guess I'm not explaining myself very well. I'm going to screw him regardless of what you say or think. You know even if we become incestuously intimate I fully expect you to desire, even marry, other women. And if I find a man who does not get sick looking at me, I am certainly going to screw him. This will be the nature of our relationship. Can you not see that?"

"Of course!" John agreed halfheartedly. "You're right."

"Just give me a little bit more time."

***

Saturday night: the three sat around the kitchen table talking, laughing and drinking. Betty and Carol drank wine while Gary tipped a beer bottle to his lips.

The dinner plates still sat on the table. 

Carol and Betty had consumed four glasses of wine, 4 empty beer bottles sat in front of Gary. The threesome were beginning to feel the buzz.

"That's funny! Hit it again - I think it bit me!" Carol laughed at the dirty joke of a drunkard who had an extremely long cock that happened to flip up on the bar because he didn't think he could make it across the room to the bathroom, and had pulled it out to take a leak. His drinking buddy catching a glimpse of the head of this cock on the bar, thinking it was a snake, hollowed "snake" and slammed a beer bottle down on it.

"It's a shame we don't know a man with a cock that long!" Betty laughed, elbowing Carol.

"Hey! I've had no complaints about how long mine is!" Gary replied humorously but with a defensive tone.

"I know it is baby." Betty said to her son, putting her hand on his. "But maybe Carol would like to appraise for herself that thing you have in your pants. Why don't you standup and take it out for us?"

Gary was a bit surprised at his mother's challenge but when he saw Carol's inquisitive smile he stood up, moved the short distance to stand close to Carol and unzipped his fly. He reached inside his pants and brought forth a less than rigid cock.

"We surprised him Carol!" Betty exclaimed humorously. "Bring it around here sugar and let Mama bring it to attention."

Carol watched as Gary walked around behind her and move close to his mother. With fascination, she watched as Betty put her head down to her son's cock and took at least half of it into her mouth. Gary's cock quickly became rock hard.

Instantly, a vision of her son's cock came to mind. Carol was surprised that she could remember exactly how it looked as John had stroked it. Could it be that it was thicker and longer than Gary's.

"Now baby, let Carol have a look at it now." Betty said as she released him and looked up smiling at Carol. "Touch it girl. Don't be shy. We're all adults here."

As Gary turned to face Carol, she wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed it tightly causing the dome shaped head to balloon a bit.

"Ohhh! My goodness!" Carol said with the beginning of lust in her tone. "I will not admit how long it has been since I've had such a wonderful thing - a wonderfully thick, long thing in my hand. You are a lucky woman Betty having this fine stud of a son taking care of your sexual needs."

"Why don't we get undressed." Betty suggested, as she stood and began to undress.

Betty and Gary stood naked waiting for Carol who seemed quite hesitant about removing all of her clothes, but finally she removed her bra and panties and stood looking very uncomfortable. Inwardly, Carol wanted so badly to have a bush like Betty's. It had been so before the car fire.

Gary moved quickly to her and took her into a loving embrace.

"I am so sorry for your injuries but don't you worry." Gary whispered, and was not lying. "I find you very appealing and sensuous."

Gary kissed Carol very passionately, which begs the question, did Betty give any thought to why she had never been kissed or spoken to by her son in such a manner. Knowing Betty, we will assume she did not pause even a moment to consider it.

What Betty did do was to sit down in a lounge chair that she had turned earlier to face the sofa. A dark blue sheet covered the seat cushions on the sofa. Her intent was to have whatever fornication was to happen, happen on the sofa where she could be comfortably watching.

After a lingering passionate kiss and embrace, Gary and Carol made their way to the sofa. He allowed Carol to sit down first and he took a seat on her right side with consideration given to his mother to see all of the action.

The flames had ravaged Carol's breasts, but her left breast retained an untarnished nipple and Gary lowered his head to take it into his mouth. There was no impact on Betty as Carol's right hand lovingly cupped Gary's head, her fingers playing through his hair. Betty only stared at her son's erect and rigid cock. Her only desire was to see it disappear into Carol's pussy. She would not have to wait but a minute or two.

Betty and her son were of one mind. Gary eased Carol to her back, letting her maneuver herself against the large, fabric-covered arm of the sofa. As she did, he reached and tore open the previously placed condom, rolling it quickly onto his cock. Though there was no need, Gary handled Carol delicately, spreading her legs, studying her pussy for a few long moments, putting his right knee close to her left buttock, taking hold of this cock and placing it to her, then, very tenderly pushing his rock hard cock into her.

Carol's left leg, knee lifted, was wedged between Gary's body and the sofa. Her right leg was being held high and wide by Gary for his mother's viewing pleasure. She felt no hostility or usury. She was unsure as to Betty's motives and at the moment could care less. Gary was just being a man and abiding by his mother's desires. Carol, for her part, had a cock inside of her - a good cock - and she was going to enjoy

the hell out of it.

Carol's head was popped up in such a manner that she could easily see Gary's cock long stroking in and out of her pussy. He repeatedly pulled out almost to the domed head before pushing it deep into her. Her mouth was open slightly and her lustful breathing made her chest noticeably rise and fall.

Carol glanced at Betty and was not surprised to see Betty with her right hand fingering her clit, the left middle finger stabbing her pussy.

She knew much of the story - of Betty's addiction and her long-sought desire to lay with her son. Gary's passion for a married woman. Still, Carol wondered how a fleshy, untidy, troll of a woman like Betty could see her incestuous desire realized. She knew of the long time rejection and the attempted rape. His depression could have caused the irrational rape attempt and to his finally giving in to Betty's desires. 

Betty found the coupling of Gary and Carol to be intoxicating. Long acquainted with her own pussy she was content to tease it knowing her son was not the type to hurry a good fuck.

As she watched the action on the sofa, her mind was scheming. She hoped Carol was into reciprocity and willing to convince her son to fuck her. Maybe even, have a foursome. The possibilities only made Betty hornier. 

Gary concentrated hard to ignore Carol's scarring. He deemed her pussy excellent and her desire to be fucked inspiring as he now stroked into her with a quick determined thrusts. The thumb of his right hand was now stroking her clit. Her eyelids fluttered as she moaned and groaned with each deep penetrating thrusts of his cock. Her pussy was glistening with lubrication.

"You like to fuck, don't you baby?" Gary questioned lustfully.

"Yes! It's been so long!" Carol responded with her own lustful tone. "You fuck so good Gary. Please don't stop! Your cock is so good!"

"Ohhhh! MOTHER-FUCKER!"

Betty's loud shout of orgasmic induced vulgarity caused Carol to turn her gaze towards Betty, seeing Betty staring down at her pussy as she scrubbed it frantically. Gary turned to stare at his mother. Betty's commotion totally distracted and defused the couples intense fucking.

"That must of been good!" Carol stated chuckling.

"You two were going at it and I just couldn't hold it!" Betty confessed. "Continue on and try to ignore the crazy lady in the room."

"Baby, I need to pee." Carol said somewhat embarrassed. "I'll be really quick. I promise."

Gary was unconcerned as he pulled his cock out of Carol. They had plenty of time and he was in no hurry. They, meaning the three of them.

Carol stood quickly and scurried to the toilet.

On her return, she stopped midway between the bathroom in the sofa and stared at mother and son as they fucked. 

Betty was slouched down in the large chair with her legs lifted high and spread wide. Gary was supporting himself on the arms of the chair, his stance wide, as he pumped his cock into his mother with a moderate rhythm. A form of push-ups came to mind.

Carol moved in close behind Gary, reaching between his legs to softly toy with his balls. 

After a few moments, she squatted and reached with her right hand around his stroking cock to place her forefinger on Betty's clit. Betty's lustful moan told Carol it was received pleasurably. Balancing herself, Carol put her left hand back to Gary's balls.

It was a tedious stance for Carol but she managed, slipping off of Betty's clit once or twice. Her left hand moved slowly forward until she was able to put her thumb and two fingers around Gary's shaft, actually aiding her balance.

"Agggggggg!" He growled with the intense pleasure.

As Carol pondered whether she was going to be able to continue, Betty groaned loudly as her body tensed. She had achieved orgasm.

Carol felt Gary's cock pulse one, two, three times as he also reached orgasm and shot his load into Betty, his mother's, pussy - her belly.

"Now I've got to piss." Gary said, as he stood, his cock hanging limp between his legs.

Betty remained in the chair as Carol followed Gary to the bathroom. Carol stood at the door watching him pee in the toilet.

She felt a little relief, though she wasn't sure why, when Gary turned to the sink and lathered his cock with soap. The condom came to mind.

"You do not use a rubber with your mother?" She queried.

"No need to. She sterile." He answered. As he dried his cock with a hand towel.

"I take it you are not on the pill?"

"I see the doctor Monday." Carol answered

Coming through the door, he took her by the hand and led her to the back of the trailer - his mother's bedroom. As he entered the bedroom, and turned to close the door as Carol passed him, he glanced at his mother still in the chair. He considered locking the door but did not.

"Would you mind a little eroticism? Maybe on your knees?" He quizzed as he picked up another previously placed condom.




Mom was an Addict Ch. 02



"Ouuu! Easy sugar! Ohh damn!" Betty heard as she approached her bedroom door. Not to be shut out from the fun, she turned the knob on the door and opened it only enough to slip through. She backed up against the wall.

Betty smiled inwardly as she saw her son behind Carol fucking her doggy style. Carol was willing but was finding the position a bit difficult to get accustomed to. Gary was being gentle but determined.

"Okay! Okay. I think I'm good now." Carol finally acknowledged.

Betty knew she had interrupted the pair twice. Once, with her loud orgasm, then, allowing her son to stick his cock into her in the chair. She had resisted but Carol did not witness that. She added another thinking of her son's orgasm.

As the minutes passed, Betty watched the progression until her son was on his feet over Carol's ass pumping into her aggressively. Carol was taking it well - even seemed to be enjoying it.

With a bit of amusement, Betty watched Carol quickly take things into her own hands and quickly decoupled and maneuvered to her back. 

Without any bickering, Gary quickly mounted her and continued to fuck her aggressively, supporting her shoulders in his arms.

Betty viewed their coupling and watched Carol maneuver her ass to get a concentrated touch to her clit from Gary's shaft.

The room was filled with the lustful, sensuous sounds of sexual intercourse.

Betty's left fingers went to her pussy.

Long long minutes passed. Betty was mesmerized by her son and Carol, who either, did not know she was there are did not care and became utterly lost in their own lustful desires.

Her son was fucking her acquaintance hard and the woman was relishing in his stamina and ability. Gary did know how to fuck!

Betty wondered, when Carol's son finally fucked her, as there was no doubt she would have him, would Carol find her son as attentive as Gary?

Betty, though aroused once more, was well attuned to Carol's mutterings and knew she was only moments away from orgasm. She was, however, not ready for the loud scream that accompanied Carol's orgasm. Betty pondered if that was usual are just the occasion of an orgasm in need of for too long.

She was aware and proud of Carol for not relinquishing a bit of passion as she continued to fuck Gary with passion after her own orgasm.

"Give it to me! Come on baby! Give me your cum!" Betty heard Carol plead.

His orgasmic moan was music to both woman's ears as he shot off as strong as he had minutes earlier.

He continue to fuck Carol with a moderate rhythm for long minutes until she reached an aroused state. Putting slowly out of her, he maneuvered downward, pushing her legs back and putting his face to her, exploring her pussy with his tongue.

Betty moved to the bottom of the bed and placing her torso on the bed cupped and fondled her son's balls as he pleasured Carol orally.

With such direct stimulation, Carol was soon in a heightened state of arousal climbing the ladder to another orgasm. Aware of this, Gary concentrated the tip of his tongue on her clit.

His cock had become mostly erect once more due in part to Carol's unceasing moans but largely because of his mother's interest in his balls and shaft. Unnoticed, the rubber had slipped off of his cock.

"OH MY GOD!" Carol bellowed as her body seized with another strong orgasm. A moment of seizure before trembling as a 7+ quake shook her from head to toe.

As the orgasm subsided, Betty was lifting herself off the bed and scurrying around the side.

"Carol! Move over just a tad. Give us some room." Betty demanded.

Hearing his mother's words and seeing her take a position next to Carol, as Carol scooted to give his mother room, he was on her in an instant.

As he moved between her legs, Betty sought his cock, placed it to her hole and felt it stick into her, going deep. 

Mother and son began a frenzied fuck, as Gary reached to grip his mother's ass and lock her in tight.

Carol, still trying to catch her breath, lay on her back, her head turned to the left, watched Gary fuckl his mother with strong determination. 

Carol was completely ignored by mother and son as they fucked hard and relentlessly for long, long minutes. But, all good things must come to an end and so it did, first, with Betty as she stopped fucking from exhaustion. Gary was soon aware of his mother's passiveness and slowed to a stop. He lifted himself pulling his cock out of his mother and left the bed for the bathroom.

Does it not seem odd that he did not kiss either woman for gracing him with their female attributes!

Betty, with labored breath, looked over at Carol, "are you satisfied girl?"

"Hell yes!" Carol shot back exuberantly.



Mom was an Addict Ch. 03



Betty lay chest down in the middle of the bed with her legs spread wide. She listened to her son's groans as he laid heavily upon her, fucking her with a moderate but determined rhythm.

Minutes earlier she had been on her back with Gary's face buried in her bush. 

It was Wednesday night and she had not seen her son since the prior Saturday night when they had hosted Carol.

She lay passive, with no thought or desire to aggravate, but just enjoying the light thumping her ass was receiving. Her own orgasm had been strong and the feeling of calmness was soothing to her.

"Have you talked to Carol recently?" Gary queried

"Not a word from her." Betty responded. "It's possible we may never hear from her again. I would like to know if she has fucked her son. I was even hoping she might reciprocate."

"Reciprocate? How so?" Gary quizzed.

"Well, you fucked her. I was hoping that she would get me and her son, John, together. I gave her a lot of insight. I think it would only be fair, don't you?" Betty's related, causing her son to chuckle after stabbing her a couple of times to squelch a jealous sarcastic comment.

"You are a manipulating bitch! I should have known you had an ulterior motive in all of this." Gary said humorously. "I don't give a fuck what you do just be careful."

"My end game is to get the four of us together for a roundtable incestuous party. Would you like that?" Betty inquired.

"If it gets me pussy, game on!" Gary answered.

"All I ask from you is when I set it up with me and her son that you don't happen by, unless she host. Can you do that?"

It was getting late. Gary's answer was to rev up his rhythm, hammering his mother's ass as he concentrated on getting his release.

With his arms slipped under her arms, his hands wrapped around her shoulders, his intense incestuous fucking was making Betty feel terribly claustrophobic. She lay with her face looking left and making the best of the situation. She knew it would not last very long. It did not.

***

Carol was not avoiding Betty. She was just busy working, seeing a doctor and trying to decide how to approach her son. The word "seduction" sounded stupid to her after what had happened between them. He was ready - she was not - he was just waiting for her. She wanted him badly but the doctor told her she should wait until the pills took effect. If they made her feel bad, she might even have to try a different one. It was very frustrating and as her son was barely talking to her she needed to ease the situation.

As she lay in bed watching her favorite Wednesday night program, she heard her son enter their apartment and as he walked down the short hall. She expected a tap on her door but it did not come. She heard the shower turn on with a slight amount of relief. He would come check on her after his shower. With falling spirit, she heard his door shut and all was quiet. She was near tears as she clicked off the TV and pulled the covers up to her neck.

She lay there near an hour unable to sleep.

She threw the covers off of her and left the bed. She discarded her light nightgown and pushed her panties down, stepping out of them and tossed them on the bed.

She made no effort to be silent as she walked the short distance to her son's bedroom door. She did not knock.

"John, are you sleeping?" She uttered in a moderate volume after cracking the door.

"No mom." John responded.

"When are you going to stop ignoring me?" She asked, entering the room and walking to the side of his bed. "Slip over and let me lie down next to you."

1. His was only a twin bed and he scooted and turned on his right side putting his back up against the wall.

"You know I love you!" She nearly whispered with passion. "I saw a doctor Monday and we have to wait a while longer...

"I have condoms mother!" John injected.

The time she had spent with Betty and Gary was the first time she had ever experienced fucking with a condom. She had not liked it. The thought of breakage scared the hell out of her. She had actually considered making her son wear one anyway but pushed the idea aside till later. She had, off and on, been on the pill since age 15 - more to control her monthly - she was a virgin when she married at 18.

Placing her right hand on her son's face, she kissed his forehead lovingly.

"Don't you know you're hurting me when you ignore me for something I have no control over?"

"I'm sorry mom!" John said, placing his hand on his mother's hip, discovering that she was nude.

The darkness was almost complete except for a small amount of light that came through a window near the ceiling across the room. Still, Carol felt her son's body tense, knowing it was because of her nude body.

"Can we hug and makeup?" Carol offered.

Mother and son embraced warmly. Carol allowed John to push his left knee between her legs bringing it tight against her pussy and causing an involuntary moan.

"Hold me tight sugar!" Carol whispered into her son's ear as she slowly began to hump her son's knee.

John pushed his knee lightly into his mother's crotch as she began to ride his knee and thigh. He wanted desperately to explore her body but was afraid to. He relished what he had and did not put it in jeopardy by overreaching.

When his mother began to breathe heavily, almost involuntarily his left hand went to her ass. His hand, wandering over his mother's ass, found it to be smooth and soft and wondered if that part of her body had escaped the fire.

The only sound in the room was the lustful breathing of Carol. She had not intended such a quick dissent into incestuous petting, but deemed it, as long as they did not couple, acceptable if she could control her son.

"Aggg, aggg, agggggggggggg!" She moaned as the orgasm flowed through her - a soothing orgasm - very satisfing.

As she came back to reality, her right hand slip between them and she found a lengthy bulge in her son's underwear.

"Take them off!" She directed, untangling from him, giving him room.

Their torsos embraced once more, but left enough room below to allow Carol to yank on her son's rigid cock. Ohhh, how she wanted it inside of her.

She wrestled him partially atop her left thigh. She stopped yanking on his cock, causing him to begin his own natural rhythm humping her thigh. I suppose you might consider it lucky that Carol paid no attention to his quick ejaculation. It was all quite understandable given the incestuous circumstances. Perhaps three, maybe four minutes, pasted before his cum erupted onto his mother's belly and thigh.

The young stud's breathing remained quite normal. He did groaned slightly as he reached orgasm. 

Again, involuntarily and without thought, he kissed his mother passionately. She kissed him back just as passionately as she's milked his cock.

"Would you like to come to my bed?" Carol offered.

"That would be nice. Will you stay naked?" He queried.

"I'm not used to doing that, but if you wish, sure."

***

"Of course I was not avoiding you Betty. You have been very good to me. I don't know how to repay you for your guidance." Carol explained as the two women talked on the computer cam.

Carol continued to explain to Betty about the pills and what had happened between she and her son the night before.

"Have you been with Gary recently?" Carol inquired.

"He just left 15 minutes ago." Betty replied with pride. "He loves his mother's pussy, but I can't understand his passion about wanting me to be on my knees. We have fucked dozens of times (she lied), but it is near impossible to get him to fuck me missionary."

Carol refrained from offering a thought on the subject. She figured it could be his way of coping with their incestuous relationship or maybe it was just her appearance that put him off. Her thoughts were interrupted.

"Look! You told me it is going to be a while before you can let John inside of you. You say he's not seeing anyone that you know of. How about I make a visit to see you? You were wondering how you could repay me."

Carol hoped her lengthy silence did not alarm Betty. She searched for a way out but found no escape.

"I could approached him on the subject." Carol explained. "He's such an introvert - that's why he has such a problem with girls - it won't hurt to try - I do owe you - it would be a great help to get him some pussy to tide him over - and you do like to fuck - are you sure you're son won't mind?"

"I might not tell him." Betty answered. "Even if I do, he won't mind a bit. We have an understanding that we fuck who we want." She did mention that until her son had succumbed to her relentless badgering, she hadn't had a cock in five years.

"I'll see what I can do then." Carol proposed. "Is this Saturday night too soon?"

"If you can set it up I'll be there."

****

Carol had to stay up late to talk to her son about meeting and fucking Betty. As she sat pondering the possibilities she began to get aroused thinking of her son fucking Betty - the little troll. Her mind began to ponder the possibilities of sex-play with her son when he arrived - if he was interested. The last thought made her chuckle out loud.

John came home at his usual time. He kissed his mother and moved to the kitchen to get a coke, then he sat down with her.

They exchanged pleasantries for a few moments.

"Mom, call me brain-dead but it just occurred to me that you said you were going to - did - fuck a friend's son. Do I know her?"

Carol spent long minutes bringing her son up to speed on how she had met Betty and touched, with vivis description, on the various sexual material, conscious of the fact it would arouse her son, which she desired

"That's amazing mom! An unbelievable story. Of course you did fuck him, right?"

"Yes. I did." She answered timidly, having left out much of her meeting with Gary, centering her story on mother and son.

"Do you think I can meet this lady?" He queried.

"You mean, can you lay with her?" Carol queried back, hiding her shock at her son's suggestion, but understandably making her offer would be so much easier now. 

"Yeah. Of course, if you say no I will understand. I certainly do not want to make you jealous. It's just that you told me it would be a while before you and I could... be together."

Carol continued on telling her son of Betty's appearance, speech and overall statue, assuring him that Betty's pussy would make up for any fallacies.

"No, of course I would not be jealous." She returned. "I've already told you that I expect both of us to be free in our relationships. I'll mentioned it to Betty and I don't think you'll have any problem.

I know it's late, but could I beg you for a back rub."

"It would be my pleasure." John said in a seductive tone.

John followed his mother to her lamp illuminated bedroom where she promptly removed her light nightgown, being nude underneath. Following her, John had already ascertained that she wore no underwear. The fuzzy outline of the crack of her ass brought his erection to near firmness.

"Are you going to undress?" Carol asked her son smiling over her shoulder.

Carol entered the bed as her son hurriedly removed his clothes. She positioned herself on her chest in the middle of the bed just short of the pillows.

`John saw what he suspected, that his mother's buttocks were pretty much untarnished. He, again, acting cautiously, straddled his mother's upper thighs and began to massage the middle of her back. As he moved upward he purposefully brought his cock in contact with the crack of her ass.

"John, have you ever kissed a girl's pussy?" Carol quizzed.

"No mother. I haven't." He answered."But I've always wanted to. I've seen it done but I've been afraid to try."

"You've watched xxx-videos. So you're a virgin with knowledge but little experience. What would you say to me turning over and spreading my legs for you, letting you practice oral sex on me?"

in answer, John gently maneuver his mother to her back. He sat on his knees and gently pushed his mother's knees back, spreading them. He saw but ignored her fire ravaged body. "May I just look at it for a minute?"

"Look as long as you like." She answered in a loving tone. 

He studied her pussy long enough to make her become self-conscious and she told him so.

John positioned himself prone. Carol held her legs back and wide. John breathed in heavily smelling a scent of sweet soap and female aroma. He lovingly kissed her vagina. His tongue pressed into her thin lipped labia at the bottom and licked upward, causing Carol to moan loudly and lift her ass off of the bed. 

"Are you sure you have never done this before?" She queried teasingly.

"I'm sure mother." He mumbled.

John licked repeatedly, sometimes moving to kiss his mother's bare mound or nip on the inside of her thighs.

Remembering a scene in a video he slid his hands under his mother's ass, lifting it, and pushed his tongue into her pussy, causing Carol a great deal of distress and pleasure. Her ass pumped his face frantically as he repeatedly sent his tongue deep into her. Remembering another scene, he lifted himself to his knees and gently pushed his middle finger into her pussy. He finger-fucked her slowly at first and then much faster and harder sending his finger as deep as he could inside of her.

Carol had never been fingered in such a manner and was finding it to her liking. For long minutes her moans attested to her arousal and sensuous lust. After more minutes she reached to still his hand.

"You've seen 69 certainly! We could do that if you would like?"

For a brief instant, John saw his mother in a dim light, but in his lust brushed it aside.

Mother and son scrambled to maneuver into the 69 position. Carol stared at her son's cock for a long moment before taking the domed head into her mouth, soon to be taking two thirds of his shaft into her mouth and sucking firmly.

John spent a few more long moments licking and exploring his mother's pussy before concentrating his tongue to her clit. He repeatedly tongued fucked her before concentrating on her clit to bring her to orgasm.

Carol, when the orgasm ripped through her, desperately tried not to bite her son's cock off. She spit him out.

She lay panting mostly on her back as her son held her ass with both hands.

John released her ass and quickly moved to reverse and gather her up. The hope was to couple with her. It was not to be. She flipped to her chest preventing him from topping her and slipping between her legs.

"Lay it in the crack of my ass John!" She directed. "I can suck you off or you can hump my ass."

John was too overcome with incestuous lust to argue. The crack of her ass would do just fine. I would get him closest to his desire.

Pulling her crack wide, his blood boiled as he saw her rosebud. He laid his cock in her crack and lay down over her gently supporting his weight, but getting as close to her as possible. He proceeded frantically to hump her ass.

"It won't be long I promise John!" Carol assured her son, knowing the crack of her ass was a poor substitute for her pussy, but wiggling and thrusting her ass upward to show her participation helped. "Come for me! Shoot your cum in my crack!"

John answered his mother's desire in a few short minutes. His come shot up the valley of his mother's crack for about 3 inches and collected in a pool. 

It surprised Carol, as her son pushed his chin through the pool, smearing white liquid over her buttocks. She was a bit alarmed, saying nothing, when he licked the same areas.

When he turned her over and kissed her passionately full in the lips, she did not flinch, having tasted cum before. Still, she found her son's actions to be highly peculiar, even suspect.

"You are so beautiful mom." John said, dropping to take into his mouth her one untarnished nipple.

"You are a good lover John." Carol returned, running her hand through his hair.

***

Betty and Carol talked Friday and all was set for Saturday.

Then, after Carol related the previous events they masturbated together, turning the cams to show each other's pussy as they fingered them.

Betty advised her son that she needed a ride for Saturday night to Carol's high-rise apartment. He picked her up at the appointed time.

"So you're going to bed the young stud." Gary queried his mother.

"Actually, according to Carol, he pretty much brought it up himself. She hasn't given him any pussy yet - I don't know what the holdup is - but apparently he's biting at the bit to get his cock wet in my snatch."

"So it took this for you to get a haircut and put on a little makeup. Shows me where I stand!" Gary laughed. "I hope to hell you didn't trim that forest you got between your legs."

***

"I'll call you when I'm ready to be picked up. If you don't hear from me it means Carol probably gave me a ride home or I spent the night." Betty told her son as she stepped from the car at the door of the high-rise.

"Hello my dear lady. Come right in." Carol said merrily after opening the door.

Carol instantly took in Betty's appearance. She looked almost cute. She noticed that her son, as he shook hands with Betty after introductions, was perfectly happy with the little redhead.

Carol had made snacks. She and Betty had wine while John had a Coke.

Betty commented on Carol's pretty apartment and other such petty conversation but soon the three were talked out.

"I hope you're being patient John." Betty said. "Your mother will give you what you desire when the time is right. It took me years to bring my son around to see in the light - that a sexual relationship between mother and son c an be quite satisfying and workable for both."

"Mom and I have found waiting for consummation of our love can be a bit of fun!"

"That's what I hear." Betty responded, glancing at Carol who was blushing. "I think we're embarrassing your mother. Maybe you and I should retire to the bedroom."

"We all will retire to the bedroom." Carol informed them as she stood.

"You want to be there mother?" John queried nervously.

"Don't tell me you are shy?" Carol teased. "Betty and I have been here before, and in her words, we are all adults here - right Betty? I'll behave myself and stay out of ya'll way."

"You don't have to do that Carol!" Betty said humorously.

Carol led the way to the bedroom.

Together the threesome began to undress until two stood naked. Carol retained her panties.

John quickly compared the two women. His mom; pretty, ultra-slim, coal black hair and a gorgeous bubbled ass well proportioned to her body. Her tits, were remarkably perky for her age though scarred. Her scarred body never entered into the equation. Betty; not nearly as homely as he was led to believe, a bit beefy, more than ample breast that sagged slightly and a broad ass, but her red hair and lavish red bush tipped the scale to the plus side. Her voice and speech pattern, though distracting, was figured a plus as it should add sensuously to her moans.

Had Gary been present, though he never recognized it as such, he would have acknowledged the last.

"It seems John may be under a little distress." Carol said observing her son's less than rigid cock. She would return the favor. "Come here sugar and let me do something to help."

John, approaching to stand in front of his mother who had taken a seat in a positioned lounge chair, did not understand the problem until his mother gripped his soft shaft. With fascination, he watched her take the head of his cock into her mouth. The problem was instantly solved, but she continued to suck on his cock taking half of it into her mouth, gyrating her head around the shaft.

"There! That's much better!" Carol appraised. "He's all yours."

John was unbelieving, intoxicated and exuberant with his predicament. His mother - his mother - had just sucked his cock and Betty was going to give him her treasure - the first - the one he would remember a life time.




Mom was an Addict Ch. 03



He entered the bed and crawled over Betty's body to her right side. He propped himself up on his elbow and smiled down at Betty's freckled face before peppering her face, neck and shoulders with light kisses.

Ever the woman to get straight to the point, Betty gripped John's cock, pulling on it leisurely as her suitor took a nipple into his mouth. She would put up with his youthful romantics. He would fuck her soon enough!

Positioned as he was, facing towards his mother, he could not ignore his mother's stance. She had propped her right foot upon the nightstand and her left leg straddled the puffy arm of the chair. She sat there with a smile on her face, knowing her action was a distraction from the action on the bed.

Refusing to ignore his mother, John repositioned himself so his head was slightly higher than Betty's, but continued to roam his right hand over her womanly toys. Betty seemed quite content to stare and yank on his cock. His fingers played in her red bush as his mother's middle finger stroked her own crotch.

John extended his middle finger and pushed it down between the labia of Betty, finding her clit - eliciting a few moans - slipping his finger into Betty's pussy. She yanked harder on his cock.

"John, isn't it about time you put your cock in her?"

"Lord yes boy!" Betty chimed.

John began to move over Betty as she maneuvered beneath him, widening and lifting her knees in preparation to receive him inside her. She had only lost grip on his cock for a moment or two as she positioned it to her fuck hole.

"Ahhh yes!" She moan as he pushed deep into her.

She knew instantly he was sufficiently better endowed than her son, though it was hard to tell from just looking.

Betty was no slouch in this arena and she began to match John's rhythm, squeezing her pussy muscles as he began to pull from her slightly. It was his turn to moan. We will not pretty up this sexual coupling with quirks of love or affection. The two were here to fuck and fucking they were!

Along with Betty's almost continuous moaning and groaning long, long minutes passed.

Carol had slipped her hand beneath her panties and was now fingering her pussy.

John maneuvered into a push-up position, holding himself rigid with locked arms and long stroked into the pussy at hand, While stealing glances at mother.

Betty lifted her head to view their coupling - tiring - lifting her head again, and again.

Pulling out of her slowly, John moved to his right again and indicated by pushing on her hips that he wanted her to rollover on her side. Betty maneuvered smoothly, lifting her right leg. She felt his cock scrub her labia searching for her fuck hole. The head of his cock sank into her and he pushed his shaft into her.

As John intended, it gave his mother an excellent view of their coupling.

"Damn! You make me hot!" He directed at his mother more than Betty.

Carol stared at the coupling of her son in Betty. The redheaded bitch was a stopgap - a favor to be returned. Her pussy glistened. It looked loose and well used. Once she spread her legs for her son, letting him fuck her tight fuck hole, he would pay Betty no mind.

Again, John slipped from Betty's pussy. He maneuvered Betty to her knees and slipped close behind her. Betty issued no caution. John did, however, push into her slowly and tenderly and stroked it a slow rhythm until he heard her grown softly.

"John you are a big boy!" Betty said breathlessly.

"Do you like it this way? Does your son like it this way?" John quizzed. "You've got a nice ass Betty!"

"You've got two minutes." Betty informed him. "No need to be gentle. I will bare it that long."

John took her at her word and began to stab into her, smashing into her ample buttocks. Betty huffed and puffed, moaned and groaned. 40% pleasure 60% acceptable discomfort!

Learning from Carol, figuring more than two minutes had passed, Betty moved quickly forward disengaging from John.

"What now sugar?" She queried.

"You like 69?" He proposed.

"You bet your stiff cock!"

With intent, John moved to the head of the bed, laying on his right side and forcing Betty to reverse. This allowed him to look to towards his mother.

As Betty sucked on his cock in a most delightful manner, John pleased her pussy as he looked between her legs and his mother.

Carol smiled at her son, shaking her head in a knowing manner. To please him further, Carol pulled aside the crotch of her panties, giving him a good look at her naked pussy.

John knew he could not last much longer without blowing his wad. He disengaged once more and maneuvered between Betty's legs to put his tongue to her pussy, going straight for her clit, causing her to orgasm in less than a minute. With the orgasm lingering, she eagerly coupled with him. As before, she manipulated her muscles as he fucked her slowly but determinedly.

For Betty, John's cock was immensely pleasurable as he pumped into her deeply. Her tightened pussy muscles, on his withdrawal, pleasurably retarded his effort. His balls were aching to fill her pussy.

"AGGG! AGGG! GOD DAMN!"

"He's going to come in me!" Betty acknowledged vocally for Carol's benefit. "Come on baby fill my pussy!"

"Fill it her belly John!" Carol chimed in, watching her son's buttocks tightened with each push, finally tightening and locking in orgasm

"AGGGGGG! OH FUCK! FUCK! FFuucckk!"

Betty began to laugh out loud as she had experienced a minor orgasm of her own.

Carol was breathing heavily as she to had come to orgasm, staring at her John's ass. John had a considerable accented butt compared to Gary. A great enhancement we are led to believe to a woman's libido.

John saw his mother rise from the patted chair. He swiveled his head to watch her leave the bedroom.

"You're not going to stop are you?" Betty asked.

To answer her question, John just kissed her on the lips as he began to pump into her slowly. He was soon rock hard once more listing to Betty moan as he stroked into her with a moderate rhythm.

"I will deny it or hit you in the head with something, but you have a much better cock then my son. You fuck with more passion. I think your mom would agree from just watching!"

"Would you tell my mother that, just in case?"

"You will get between her legs soon enough." Betty replied. "I've watched her fuck my son and you're going to consider yourself a lucky son real soon. Just be patient with her. Do you honestly think she would do all of this if she wasn't going to fuck you?"

"I suppose you're right." John admitted.

"Now see if you can put her out of your mind and fuck the woman you have your cock in."

***

When Carol dropped Betty off it was 4 AM Sunday morning. 

"I didn't know Gary spent the night here." Carol said noting Gary's car in the parking space.

"He doesn't." Was Betty's only response as she exited the car. "We'll talk soon."

Betty found her son sleeping in her bed wearing just his briefs. She was exhausted but her instincts told her the reason for her son's presence.

Having showered at Carol's apartment, she stripped and entered the bed next to her son. She began to toy with the crotch of his briefs and soon had his cock rising.

Gary slipped from slumber.

"It's four in the morning." Betty whispered.

"Are you up for it?" He queried.

"Anything for you. You know that. Just don't expect me to be all lovey-dovey." She answered.

Gary removed his briefs and maneuvered atop his mother.

Betty inquired his cock, fully rigid, and placed it to her. They coupled.

"Did he fuck you good?" Gary quizzed as he pumped slowly into his mother.

"He has an adequate young man." She answered back. "He had a hard time keeping his mind off his mother and she didn't help any by displaying herself as we fucked."

"Carol has some good but not as good as yours."

"Yeah, Yea! You have your cock in me, so you don't have to butter me up." she chastised. "Are you taking me to church this morning? AAGGGgg! I didn't think so!"

***

Sunday, for Carol, and John, started very well. 

After breakfast her he had tried his best to talk her into bed. She had resisted the temptation because she knew she would not be able to resist letting him fuck her. He had left in a huff, and remain gone until near suppertime.

"You think acting like a child is going to get you anywhere?" She chastised, dropping her son's plate of food in front of him. "I got you some pussy and in return you fondled me like some whore. And then, you storm out upset with me. I wanted us to spend the day together like two lovers going to the zoo or a movie - having dinner out!"

"I'm sorry mom! I wasn't thinking. I just want to so bad." He apologized, sounding sincere.

"you were thinking okay - just with the wrong head." Carol remarked and continued. "I don't want our relationship to be like Betty and Gary. They're in it for the sex only and I don't want us to be that way. I don't want you to think of me as just a piece of ass."

"I would never do that mother!" John defended, but secretly admitted he needed an attitude adjusthe was going to partake of his mother's treasure.

"When you finish eating, I would like you to take a shower with me and if you scrub my back real good will spend some quality time together."

****

Gary stepped out of his car and walked towards the door of his apartment building. He did not see the young guy leaving his car and approaching him in a quick manner.

"Are you Gary?" " The young man asked him coming up behind him.

"Who's asking?" Gary asked in return turning to face the man.

"I'm John. Carol's son. You know her don't you?"

Gary tensed expecting to block a blow or do battle.

"Yes. I know her." Gary replied a bit sternly.

"I like to talk to you. Maybe get some advice." John said.

His words are not threatening so Gary invited him upstairs to his apartment. He offered him something to drink and grabbed two Cokes out of the refrigerator.

"So what's on your mind John?" Gary said as he sat down at the kitchen table and motioned for John to take a seat.

"You had something that I haven't had yet - my mother's pussy. She says I will soon and I just wanted to know if there is anything I should know - like how to treat her."

"How did you find out where I lived?" Gary queried.

"I saw your address on my mother's dresser. Has she been here?" John answered.

"Not yet. But you never can tell." Gary answered a bit sarcastic. It was his nature after all.

"I've found your mother to be a good piece of ass." John's shot back with his own bit of sarcasm. "How come it took you so long the fuck her?":

"Look, we can play this game all day." Gary shot back. "What the hell do you want exactly."

"Did my mother suck your cock?" John responded.

"No. Not yet. And if you're going to tell me that my mother sucked yours, I don't give a fuck. If she hasn't, you got something to look forward to."

"I figured your mother had sucked yours. I was hoping my mother had too. She sucked my though and I'd just like you to know I can give head better than either of them." John confessed.

Gary sat staring at John. There was only 4 to 5 years in age difference. He pondered why the hell the boy was telling him this and asking dump ass questions. The only answer was that they were both involved in an incestuous relationship, though to date he was a little bit deeper than John. The boy obviously wanted to suck a cock, but why him - to avoid embarrassing seduction are rejection with other males - they both had secrets that could hurt the other - he stopped carrying - a blow job was in the offering and he had never had one from a guy.

"You don't say! Am I right in assuming that you want to show me. I'm not sucking you back!" Is all Gary could come up with.

"I don't desire that if you prefer not to." John replied. "A mother fucker doesn't necessarily want to suck a cock, I suppose."

"Then let me go wash up a bit." Gary said standing from the table. He seemed to be a stickler about having a clean cock - up to a point.

Gary was standing at the sink lathering his cock when John walked into the bathroom, having quickly removed his clothes.

'What the hell!' Gary thought.

John sat himself down on the toilet and waited. Gary finished rinsing his cock and dried it with a hand towel. He moved in close to John offering his cock.

"You're not going to undress?" John queried.

Gary backed away a bit and removed his shoes, jeans and underpants, then moved back in front of John.

John studied his cock briefly before taking the domed head into his mouth. Gary watched for long minutes as John sucked his cock taking more and more of his shaft into his mouth. His body began to feel warm and his eyes fluttered and then closed lightly. He placed his right hand behind John's head pulling him forward onto his cock. John gagged briefly but did not protest. Gary was inclined to agree with his ability to give head - it wasn't his first time - he was too good at it. Long minutes passed with John gripping his buttocks. Then it suddenly stopped - way too soon!

John displaced him as John stood and moved to the bathroom counter. "Do you have some type of lubrication?" John queried.

"You want me to ass fuck you?": Gary asked with lust in his tone. "Should I not have on a rubber?"

"You can if you must but I'm a virgin back there. It's safe." John replied with his own lustful tone. "Just hurry. I've wanted it for so long."

Without further question, Gary hurriedly retrieved a condom, from a near by drawer and a small container of petroleum jelly, removed the lid and stuck the head of his protected cock into it, turning the jar. Closing on John, who was now posturing his ass in a seductive manner, Gary spread John's ass cheeks apart slightly with his left hand and position his cock - a guy's Rosebud - and pushed slowly but determinedly into his ass. He had 2 inches of his rock hard shaft into John's ass, causing him to moan a most pitiful moan. Gary halted.

"Are you all right?" Gary queried.

"It hurts a little, but doesn't the first time always hurt virgins? All right it's all right now!" John said with labored breath. "You're big and I had hoped. Agggg!. Don't stop!"

Ass fucking was not that outlandish to Gary. He had thought about posing the idea to his mother in the not-too-distant future. She definitely seemed to have the nature for it, did she not?

But he never envisioned ass fucking a guy!

Gary had 5 of his thick 6-1/2 inches into John's ass. He halted momentarily, then, pushed what was left of his shaft into John's ass. He held deep a few long moments just pushing lightly against his buttocks. It gave him pause to study John's ass and deemed it quite feminine in bubbled proportion and smoothness.

"You got a good ass John." He said in a lustful tone as he began to withdraw an inch or two of his shaft, before sending it back in.

"Is my mother's pussy good?" John asked with considerable effort to stifle the pleasurable pain he was feeling.

"Your mother is a good fuck!" Gary acknowledged. "You're a lucky man."

Gary began to withdraw over half of his length fucking John the way he would a woman's pussy. John continue to groan in pain and moan in pleasure. Gary studied John's face in the mirror and wondered why a man would desire to be ass fucked.

"Hell of a lot tighter than a pussy isn't it?" John queried.

"It sure as hell is." Gary answered. "I can't tell you how good your ass hole is. Let's go to my bed."

John nodded and Gary pulled his cock slowly out of John's ass.

Gary led the way to his bedroom. Motioned John to the bed.

"Sit right there on the edge." Gary directed.

The two men maneuvered this way and that, Gary having pushed John's legs back as far as he could, until Gary was satisfied. He then, once more, but his cock to his partner's greased ass hole and pushed into him. He was in such a state of lust that he was less than gentle, causing John to groan like a stuck animal. Gary began a most determined thrust with a moderate rhythm.

"Kiss me!" John bellowed.

With some effort, that sent Gary's cock deep, Gary planted a lustful kiss on John's lips. The kiss deepened and lasted long moments.

"Fuck me!" John panted deliriously.

Gary being Gary he slowed his rhythm and eased his cock out.

"Turn on your belly." Gary directed. "Get higher on the bed and get on your belly."

John did as directed. Gary climbed atop him and the two men sought to couple, with a bit of fumbling, but quickly, once more Gary was lost in lust humping a most desirable ass with his cock in a most forbidden hole.

The room filled with the groans of the "bottom" and the lustful heavy breathing of the "top". Long, long minutes passed.

"Are you all right?" Gary questioned in a desperate lustful tone.

"Yessssss!" John replied in a painful tone. "You know what I want. You know don't you? I need it! I just wish you didn't have on that damn rubber!"

"Yes - I know - me too!"

"Do it!" John pleaded lustfully.

"GGggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

"Yes baby!" John cried joyfully.

Whether it would be true a not, Gary had an orgasm like he had never experienced before. His cock felt like it had exploded sending his come - his semen - into John's ass. Damn the rubber!

They lay exhausted for long minutes before Gary pulled his limp cock out of John's ass.

"Would you like me to jerk you off." Gary queried.

"Yes. I would like that." John replied in an almost childlike tone.

The two men maneuvered with Gary mostly on his back and John snuggling up to him on his left. John had done this with his mother. Gary took hold of John's cock and John began to hump Gary's leg as he had his mother's.

Gary was instantly aware that his partner had a considerable longer cock. 'Could it be 7 inches' he thought. The thickness seemed about the same he rationalized wrongly. John was well hung.

Gary's yanked and squeezed John's cock as John humped his way to lustful bliss. He shot a healthy load of cum unto Gary's belly and ample pubic hair. Gary felt more elation at John's orgasm than he thought possible. He felt obligated, as he did with the opposite sex, to snuggle and kiss for a few minutes. John seemed pleased with the affection.

As they showered together, John dropped to his knees, and gave Gary's cock a good lathering and scrubbing. Gary, with a renewed erection, was helpless and allow John to suck his cock once more, This time filing his mouth.

After dressing, Gary said he was going to order Chinese to be delivered, his treat, and asked John if he wanted to stay. He did.

"We have a lot of secrets to keep." John said, as they sat across the table from each other eating.

"You don't have anything to worry about. Your mother will not hear anything from me. How is your ass?"

"Not nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be." John answered. I was hoping the first time would be someone a little smaller. A short needle Dick." He laughed. I find it funny I also find coupling with a woman extremely erotic. You get between her legs and she has your cock in her hand. She places it to her treasure and allows you to enter her."

"Yeah! I know exactly what you mean." Gary agreed. "You're a true switch-hitter!"

"I told my mother I was not a virgin. I lied." John explained. "I have handled a few pussies - even had a few blow jobs - male and female - but your mother was my first true intercourse."

"Then you can say you have fucked one of the best." Gary assured him. "I don't know exactly what the holdup is that you're going to find your mother as a good treasure - as you call it."

"I understand your mother was after you to fuck her for a long time. Why did it take so long?"

"Because my mother is a troll." Gary said with a smile. "Although, of late, she's fixed herself up a little bit - for your benefit. Thank you. But in all honesty it's been good for me though we get under each others skin sometimes."




Mom was an Addict Ch. 03



"Do you know that they want the four of us to get together?" John asked.

"You don't say! That should be interesting. How do you feel about it?"

"Pussy is good anywhere anytime, as is sucking a cock and getting a good ass fucking. Can we get together again sometimes?" John asked with hopefulness in his voice. "It would be good to avoid the rejections I have got - from both sexes."

"I'm never going to suck your cock."

"I can live with that." John assured him.

Gary nodded affirmatively. ""i don't see why not."

***

"I damn near let him stick his cock in me Sunday!" Carol related through her mic s she talked with Betty on the computer cam.

"I never thought I could experience soreness like I've got from fucking your son with his big cock and then Gary fucking me when I got home at four in the morning until sunrise." Betty related, not mentioning that their intercourse had been plagued with antagonistic banter, causing her son to be a bit rough." 

A few moments of silence.

"Can you see the four of us getting together sometimes?" Betty asked.

"I don't see why not." Carol answered instantly, but was not keen on the idea.

"I suppose we should wait until you fuck John. But there's always a chance he may not want to share afterward. You know it wasn't until after you left the bedroom that John acted like his attention was on the pussy at hand!"

"No. I did not realize that" Carol lied, confirming that Betty was not aware, or, did not care of her intentional teasing John.

"Well, keep in mind. I know Gary is interested in getting between your legs again." Betty replied.

"You're a lucky woman Betty. It may have taken you a while to bed him, but he likes pussy for pussy's sake. He's got needy and temperamental light John. I have to handle him with kid gloves now - what is it going to be like when I let him screw me?"

"And when exactly are you planning to do that?" Betty quizzed.

"This coming Saturday." Carol responded, sounding certain.

***

Carol spent the week pondering the past events and planning the coming weekend.

Mother and son had seen very little of each other during the week. John had been tempted to enter his mother's bedroom but refrained himself, not wanting to upset her - sensing her early retirement - before he arrived home from work - was leading up to what he was hoping for. He spent a few minutes each night masturbating to relieve this tension.

Saturday arrived and went well for mother and son. John was the perfect gentleman escorting his mother shopping and a lengthy lunch.

Carol was attired in form hugging black dress slacks, a pink house, assorted jewelry around her neck and on her arms and two inch heeled shoes, accenting her ass nicely. 

"You're playing with my leg mother." John whispered as they sat in a secluded corner a nice restaurant, feeling his mother's shoe run up the side of his leg.

"You're so handsome and accommodating today! I can't help myself." Carol teased. 

"I am totally under-dressed." John complained.

"Why don't we head home and take a long afternoon nap?" Carol suggested seductively.

"A nap? At two in the afternoon." John question. "What about the zoo or a movie?"

"I'm really in need of a good nap."

Carol tossed the keys to her Buick to her son as John opened the passenger door like a gentleman.

The older Buick had a bench seat in the front and Carol slipped close to her son as he started the car and headed home.

"Ummm! You smell good." Carol whispered into her son's ear as she kissed his neck, placing her right hand inside of his right thigh and squeezing. "No you don't! you keep both of your hands on the steering wheel. This is a classic and I don't want any dents.

Carol pulled a few tissues from a nearby box before sliding her hand slowly up her son's thigh and rubbing his growing erection. She fumbled with the zipper of his pants, pushed her hands into them and fumbled with his briefs to find bare cock. She pulled it forth and began to toy with it, rubbing the domed head until a bit of pre-cum appeared. She rubbed the slippery cum over the domed head of her son's cock.

"You're going to make me come mother." John moaned.

"All the better." she returned "You won't be in such a hurry to shoot off inside of me."

Fortunately, the interstate was nearly devoid of traffic as Carol stroked her son's cock.

"Are you in control?" Carol queried.

"I'm good. I'm keeping it centered." John assured her.

"Are you going to come for mother? Carol bantered, "Tell mother know when so we don't make a mess."

John had performed such an act or himself many times. His concentration was attuned to such activity, but it was considerably heightened because of who it was stroking his cock.

"I'm close!" John moaned in a near whisper. " 

Quickly maneuvering with her left hand, Carol covered the head of her son's cock with the tissues. It was not near enough to absorb the semen that shot forth. Releasing her grip on his cock, she quickly reached with her right hand to grab more tissues. Quickly, things were back to normal, except for her son's cock still sticking out from his pants.

The Buick rocked on its luxury shocks as John wheeled the Buick into the parking lot of their high-rise and into a parking spot. He replaced his limp cock and zipped up his fly.

Carol waited for her son to open the door for her. She walked towards the entrance holding the tissues in her hand, depositing them in a trash bin that was by the door.

Carol entered the apartment first and as the door was closing of its own accord she shoved her son up against the wall and planted a kiss - a very passionate kiss - on his lips.

John's hands slid down his mother's sides, down over her hips and swept around to grip her ass. He pulled her tight against him.

John began to maneuvered his mother backwards towards the bedroom. They almost tripped over the leg of the sofa, causing Carol to break their embrace. Leading her son by the hand, she pulled him toward her bedroom.

"No. Not yet." She halted her son's attempt to push her to bed. "Undress me."

she turned towards a wall and assumed a wide stance that emphasized her ass. She lifted her left foot - John extracted her shoe - Carol lifted her left foot - he removed that shoe.

John pushed his mother against the wall. His hands up roamed helter-skelter over her body before he began to unsnap her slacks. Pulling the zipper down, he pushed the slacks off her hips taking care not to remove the hose or underpants. She helped him to rid herself of the slacks. After more fondling of his mother's body, he turned her and began to unbutton her blouse.

Carol brushed her son's hands aside after discarding her blouse. She began to undress him. He kicked his shoes off. She stripped him of T-shirt and jeans. As an afterthought, she returned to slip his briefs down and off,

stooping down in front of him.

Carol stared at her son's renewed erection for a moment or two. She touched it, stroked it - took it into her mouth sucking on it slowly - but firmly.

"You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen." John moaned looking down, holding the back of her head tenderly with his right hand.

Another a few long moments.

Carol released his cock and stood, turning around so her son could undo her bra. 

"I am sorry they are so ugly." She said shyly, as her son took her one good into his mouth.

John greedily attacked his mother's one untarnished nipple. It made no difference to Carol that it had no sensation, only that her son seemed so desirous of it.

It was her turn to move him towards the bed. His legs buckled when they came in contact with the bed and he dropped heavily. He had to relinquish his grip on her nipple but quickly began to strip her of her panties. He scooted further back on the bed after his mother lifted her feet clear from the panties. She quickly crawled over top of him and they kissed passionately.

It was not in her plans, but plans were meant to be changed. She rose to sit atop his crotch and reached between them, taking hold of this cock, placing it to her and easing herself gently down on it. It was not an easy coupling. She wiggled her ass, withdrawing repeatedly as she worked to lubricate his shaft with her lubricant. Finally, she settled down entirely on his shaft and moaned a great sigh of relief.

John had watched the whole proceedings with a bit of humor which showed on his face.

"What are you smiling at?" She queried, supporting her weight with her hands on his shoulders.

"You seemed so determined." He chuckled.

"I've been told I'm well hung but I think it's that tight little hole of yours that's the problem - if you can call it a problem - you got one hell of a grip there lady!"

"Smartass!" She said sarcastically. "Give me a minute to get used to the damn thing."

Carol's belly trembled, and she emitted small grunts, with the effort of lifting slightly off her son's cock and sitting down on it repeatedly until finally it felt comfortable.

"Ahhh. That's better sweetheart." She said smiling down at her son, ratcheting up her rhythm slightly. "I can feel it in my belly."

Carol lowered her torso to her son's chest. She began to rock atop him withdrawing an inch or two of his cock from her, then, letting it slide back into her.

"Lordy, that's good!" She breathed.

Ever so slowly Carol increased her rhythm until she was rocking frantically back and forth. They decoupled, but John quickly reinserted his cock into his mother's pussy and she continued on until they decoupled again.

John rolled his mother to her back, causing her to grab for his cock and re-couple of them. He cradled her in his arms and began to pump into her with a fast paced rhythm. 

Carol's ass matched his rhythm. Her legs and heels were wrapped around the bottom of his buttocks and worked to draw him in tight with each stroke, sending his cock deep inside her pussy. A person with a bit of imagination, rotating the lady up, could conjure up a notion of her riding a galloping horse. Mother and son were frantic in their purpose.

John's earlier hand job in the car was paying off for Carol. He had no thought of achieving orgasm. His only thought was to fuck his mother until she hollowed uncle.

Carol fucking John, her son. had awakened a deep slumbering need inside of her. Now, incestuously engaged with her son, she was not about to cry uncle. She gave as good as she got.

It was finally John who slowed his rhythm to catch his breath and release the back pain he was beginning to feel. A first for him and probably a result of his mother's legs, strapping him in, causing him to work a bit harder with his rhythm pump. It was only for a moment or two though before he returned to his fast-paced rhythm. She joined him once more.

"John, John, John you're a wonderful fucker son!" She praised him with labored breath. "What a wonderful cock - long - thick - and strong. Please don't stop! You love screwing mother, don't you?"

Such an obsolete word in the modern world, "screwing", but it sent John into a frenzy of intent to fuck his mother to death. 

Both bodies were moist with perspiration. The point of their coupling was sopping wet with much of the lubricant trickling down Carol's ass crack to coat her rosebud. Had she concentrated, she would have been aware of the coolness there.

Carol began to feel exceedingly warm. She knew the feeling. Her orgasm was creeping closer ever so slowly. She did not try to deny it, but concentrated on keeping the touch to her clit centered. She fucked on, her breathing becoming more labored, her rhythm breaking stride intensifying her desire, her craving, to fuck on or pass out.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm coming John! Ohhh fuckkkkk!"

Carol's body locked up, then, quaked in a mind blowing orgasm as her ass shot skyward. John checked her lift. To her unspoken praise, John continued his frantic rhythm, sending his cock deep with each thrust.

Her orgasm seem to last forever, but all good things must end and her body relaxed. Instantly aware that her son was still fucking her with a quick rhythm she fell in rhythm with him.

He seemed to be concentrating on his own orgasm which pleased her to no end. Their new incestuous relationship could only be actually consummated with his ejaculation into her. For a brief moment she gave thought to their unprotected sex, bur busted it aside putting faith in the pills.

"You're a good mother-fucker John!" She whispered with a still labored breath. "I want so bad for you to come in me - my pussy - my belly!"

John heard her plea of incestuous desire. He had no intentions of doing anything other than filling her pussy - her belly - with his incestuous cum. A few minutes more of serious fucking.

"Are you ready!"

"Yes!" Carol responded.

"You ready!"

"Yes baby I'm ready - I'm ready!"

"AAaaggggggggggggg! Fuckkkk! Good pussyyyy! Ohhhhh!"

John's orgasm was strong - as strong as he could ever remember.

After filling his mother's pussy, he lingered, continuing to fuck her with a leisurely rhythm.

Carol was happy to relax her legs and placed her feet flat on the bed. She relaxed her tight hug and kissed her son's shoulders tenderly, biting him softly.

"I wanted to eat your pussy before we did this." John whispered.

"You will have plenty of opportunity. And I will have plenty of opportunity to suck your cock. Ouuuu! You like the thought of that? Does the thought of me sucking your incestuous cock make it hard?" She queried, feeling the quick jab and strengthening of his cock. "What will it take to get that cock of yours rock-hard again?" She queried, taking in the fact that he had come twice.

"If I promise to be gentle, will you get on your knees for me?"

"Of course! But once it is good and hard I want to get on my back again so you can screw me proper. I want to come again. If anyone can make me come twice, you can."

Again, the word "screw" worked its magic and John's cock was semi rigid when he pulled it out of his mother.

Carol maneuvered to her knees repositioning herself to the middle of the bed.

John moved in close behind his mother and very gently pushed into her. He was not completely hard, making the coupling a bit easier.

True to his word John pumped into her gently and lovingly but with an intent to go as deep as he could get away with no protest. As he became totally rigid, he was pleased not to receive the protest the expected. He did however refrain from increasing his rhythm.

Long minutes passed as Carol let her son have his reign. Though slightly painful she was finding enough pleasure to let him continue. Eventually, she indicated her desire to get on her back.

Mother and son maneuvered into position - she on her back her knees high and spread wide. He maneuvered between her legs slipping his hands under her shoulders as his mother took hold of his cock and placed it to her. 

Mother and son coupled with little effort.

John's intent was to bring his mother to orgasm, thus, he was attuned to her maneuvering to get his shaft against her clit.

After a few minutes of adjusting rhythm, penetration and position, he heard her whisper, "right there. Don't move."

John, with the love and affection only an incestuous son could show a willing mother, concentrated on keeping things coordinated and listened to his mother's moans of pleasure. He reveled in her tight pussy gripping his cock.

He was aware of the brightness of the afternoon as the sun brightened a 2' x 5' area on the floor beside the bed. He was aware they were fucking on a white cotton bedspread in the eggshell white painted bedroom. He thought, ironically, they were virgins consummating their first incestuous sex together.

"I wish that worthless father of yours could see us now - see you - taking care of your mother - screwing me"

"I'd like to have him at the bottom of the bed watching my cock as it was in and out of your pussy." John added to her banter.

"Your cock is so much better baby."

"He never deserved a pussy is good yours. Never deserved her sweetness and tenderness."

"I want to come so bad John! It just won't come! I'm going to run out of steam!"

"No you're not. Envisioned dad at the foot of the bed watching your pussy as my cock into it. Pumping into it! That's bastard wants your pussy. But it's mine!"

"Yes! He seeing your cock screwing my pussy! It's not his anymore. It belongs to you! It will always belong to you! AAGggggggggggggg! Oh my God! Oh my God! It's soooo goodddddd!"

"Damn him to hell!" John bellowed as his cock erupted for the third time adding to the cum he had already deposited into mother's pussy. The damning was contrary to the fact that had his father been a more loving and understanding spouse John would not have his cock in his mother's pussy.

"My dear, dear boy!" Carol praised her son for his passionate damnation of her ex-husband as well as his third ejaculation, attesting to his incestuous desire for her. She loving caressed the back of his neck, ignoring the means to the end.

Mother and son were totally exhausted. Gary slipped off to his mother's right.

Carol rolled to her left.

John moved to spoon in behind her, cupping her right breast, and together they drifted off to sleep for "that" afternoon nap.



Mom was an Addict



"You're hurting me!" She moaned, in her Gnome like voice. "Dammit! You're hurting me."

Gary only relented his abuse because he did not want his mother to become agitated and fight him again.

He maneuvered to get his feet flat on the bed on the outside of her thighs. He rose over her and continued fucking her.

As she stopped her complaint, he continued to fuck her in this position until he was near exhaustion. The orgasm eluded him.

"Go wash your pussy." Gary directed, when he pulled out of her and dropped to his knees beside her.

Betty did not question her son's motives, as it could mean only one thing was coming her way. In an uncomfortable manner of just having her ass fucked off, she kneed herself backwards off the foot of the bed and went to the bathroom to accomplish the chore.

Returning from the bathroom, she found her son lying across the bed with his head hanging off the side. He stretched his arms out over his head and she got the gist of what was expected.

"I've never seen this in a video!" She said humorously, as she straddled his head, having to squat slightly to put her pussy within reach.

Gary reached to palm his mother's buttocks as his tongue began to explore her pussy. There was a bit of repositioning on Betty's part, but soon she was receiving the extreme pleasure of male on female oral sex. She tried to reach his cock to offer him a bit of return pleasure, but she did not have the body or flexibility to accomplish it. In the end, she placed her hands on her thighs and fought her body's efforts to drop her on her ass.

"You like eating your Mama's pussy?" She queried, not really needing an answer. "I used a sweet smelling soap. AAhhhhhhh! That's good! That's real good! Right there!"

As the minutes wore on, Betty's body began to tremor from the exhaustion of her position and the building arousal of her nearing orgasm.

Her moans and labored breathing filled the room.

To fight the exhaustion, she studied her son's firm erection.

"You got a good sized cock! I'm sorry I can't suck it for you while you're eating me. If your daddy could only see us now!"

"Right there, Gary!" She pleaded. "Don't move! Yes! Just like that!"

A few more moments;

"Wheeeeesss! Aahhhhhhhhhh! FUCK! FUCK! FUCKKkkkkkkkkk!"

Gary's mouth was soaked with his mother's juices and he found his hands supporting more of her weight as her body shook and trembled with the orgasm.

As the orgasm ebbed, Betty, with a little bit of difficulty, un-straddled herself from her son's head.

"What have you got in mind now?" She queried, breathing heavily. "If you want me to suck your cock, you'll have to give me a moment or two."

"Move over to your sewing machine." Gary instructed.

"Can't I lay down?" She whined.

Receiving no answer, Betty retrieved a pillow from the bed and moved to her antique sewing machine that sat caddy corner across one corner of the room. Placing the pillow on the machine, she laid her torso on it, presenting her ass to her son.

"You do like to doggie-fuck don't you?" She queried. "You like my big ass or one like that married bitch?"

"You've seen her?" Gary inquired, positioning himself behind his mother.

"Yeah. Remember you showed her to me in the grocery store." Betty replied.

"Yes. I do now." He replied. "But to answer your question, any ass will do. And, I enjoy fucking like this a lot."

As Gary spread one side of his mother's butt to get his cock into her, he had to admit that her large ass, while making coupling a bit more difficult, was much more to his liking. His mother's beefy buttocks allowed his determined thrusts to be somewhat absorbed. He liked the effort it took to shove his cock as deep as possible into her.

Betty didn't understand the physics. All she knew was that her son was slamming against her ass in a quick rhythm. His deep penetration was not all that uncomfortable in this position. She stared at the floor and the foot pedal on her sewing machine, involuntarily grunting, as he had his way with her pussy and ass.

"You got some good pussy, mom!" Gary said with a lustful tone.

"Could it be fucking your mother's pussy or just the position that makes your cock so hard!" Betty returned, grunting loudly as his cock penetrated deep.

"I do love to doggie-fuck!" He replied. "And you've got a good ass for it! As for you being my mother, pussy is pussy and you been offering it to me for a long time!"

"Are you going to come in me?" She queried.

"You want me to, don't you?" Gary queried

"I can't wait for it!" Betty assured him. "Are you getting close? Tell me when you're going to fill my belly!"

If Gary were to be honest, it was the lust creating by the self-loathing he felt at finally giving his mother what she wanted. He had no illusions that his mother was high on incestuous lust. She wanted cock, any cock.

He tried to touch her belly button with the tip of this cock as he shoved his cock as deep into her as he could. If he could, he would gladly fill her belly with enough cum to have it flow out of her onto her thighs like a waterfall.

His mother's pussy was the first one in a long time that he had not used a condom to fuck. Married women insisted on a condom and he hated using them. He felt the freedom of having a truly wetted cock and the knowledge that his mama's pussy was sterile.

"You ready?" He queried in a labored voice.

"Give it to me, sugar!" She encouraged. "Give Mama your cum!

Long moments passed.

"Here it comes! AAGggggggggggggg! MOTHER-FUCKER!!"

"Yesssssss! Yes you are!" Betty moaned and groaned.

Gary's cock jerked hard as it exploded into his mother.

As the orgasm abated, Gary continued to push into his mother. His youth and the incestuous lust in the knowledge of where he had spurted his cum finally gripped him in orgasm and kept his cock firm.

Betty was quite content to remain where she was. She concentrated her focus on the feeling of her son's cock pumping into her.

"Did you feel that? " He queried. "You like having my cum in you?"

"Yes! I've felt your cock jerk and your warm cum fill my pussy."

"Let's go back to the bed." Gary proposed, after a few long minutes of fucking his mother's butt. He pulled out of her.

Betty moved to the bed and rolled onto her back in the middle.

Gary joined her, positioning himself between her lifting legs. Gripping his cock, he wet the domed head of his cock in his cum he could visually see seeping from her.

He lowered himself over her, cradling her in his arms, and began again to fuck her with an alternating rhythm that switched with his mood of the moment.

Neither, mother nor son pursued orgasm.

Betty was content to fuck until her pussy was sore. She no longer was an active partner. She laid there, knees wide, having her beefy ass flattened on the firm mattress with each thrust into her. The occasional involuntary grunt escaped her, but she offered no encouragement to her son's efforts.

Gary, mindlessly, robotically fucked his mother. His rhythm and mood evolved from slow, determined deep thrust to a frenzied pile-driving hammer and somewhere in between the two.

There were even a few brief moments when he gathered his mother's ass into his hands and sought relief, but it did not come.

Finally, his thrusting slowed to a stop. He lay there atop her, for a few long moments, with his cock inside of her.

Gary was not tired but had become bored.

When Betty felt her son starting to withdraw out of her, she tried to keep him atop her. Her pussy had not become sore quite yet.

"I've got to go, mom." Gary stated without emotion.

Gary left his mother lying there on the bed and went to the bathroom for a hot shower.

He heard his mother come in and sit on the toilet. She sat there for long minutes undoubtedly letting his cum seep from her pussy.

"Come in here and I'll wash your back." He directed, hearing the toilet flush.

There was only silence as mother and son scrubbed each other in the shower. Betty tried once to get hold of her son's simi-erect cock in an effort to lure him back to bed and between her legs, but he blocked her hand.

After leaving the shower and drying off, Betty followed Gary back to the bedroom and lay on the bed watching her son dress. She lay on her back, legs spread wide, with her feet flat on the bed, her right hand and finger toying with her pussy, tempting him still.

Gary was indeed tempted but the desire to fuck her or anyone was not there.

Finished dressing, standing at the foot of the bed he looked long moments between his mother's legs at her lavishly, bushed pussy.

He knew her pussy, as it always had been, was available to him whenever he desired. Having wetted his cock inside of her, he knew he would do it again.

"You get some rest, mom." He said. "I'll see you in a couple of days."