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The Oedipus Complexity Pt. 01

By: Edipus_Wrex



Note to readers: Following a lively and mildly inebriated cocktail party conversation on New Year's Eve, this is an effort to combine three of the most popular fetishes/kinks at Literotica and many other places: Mother-son incest, voyeurism and cuckolding. It is wholly fictitious and in no way, shape or form reflects any personal experiences or desires.

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Thanks in advance to all who read it and extra thanks to anyone that votes, and especially to those that leave comments.

And a very special thanks to Todger65 for editing and general guidance.

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Part 1

The living room was pin-drop quiet a long moment while Billy digested everything.

"Again, if you don't want to, you don't have to." Rex said to his stepson.

"No, I do," Billy said, turning to stare out the windows. "I guess it's just a little..."

"Unusual? It is, but you know your mother loves you and would never do anything that was bad for you. Right?"

"I know," Billy nodded, looking at the floor. "What do...?"

"First thing, take a shower. Then put on a pair of underwear and go downstairs to the guest room."

"Is she down there now?"

"She got home from her exercise class a few minutes before you, and said she needed a long shower. The shower in our room is acting up." There was nothing wrong with their shower. The tiny white lie was an expeditious means to get them both downstairs where Helen wanted their first time to happen.

Billy's eyes grew distant. Rex had no doubt the eighteen year old was imagining his huge-breasted mother naked in the shower.

"Um, where are you going to be?" Billy asked.

"Up in my office. I've got enough paperwork to keep me busy most of the night."

Billy nodded, then looked Rex in the eye. "And you're... um, you're okay with this? With her checking me and...?"

Rex smiled. "If I wasn't, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

Billy nodded slowly, thoughtfully. "All right. Guess I better get going."

"I think it will be a wonderful thing for both of you. And as an unnecessary reminder, again, it must stay between the three of us."

"Yeah. Sure. I totally get that."

When Billy stood up, Rex couldn't help but steal a quick glance. Not surprisingly, the always prominent bulge in the front of his stepson's pants was much more noticeable than usual.

He waited until he heard Billy going up the stairs before he pulled out his phone and texted his wife with: "OK."

She responded instantly: "Thank you so much."

He shot back: "You're welcome. Enjoy yourselves."

As he got up from the recliner, Rex heard the shower in the basement go on. He started up the stairs a moment later and heard the shower in Billy's room go on. There were some advantages to having creaky old pipes.

Rex went up to his office and double checked to make sure the door was locked before he sat at the desk and fired up the triple monitor display. All fourteen hidden cameras, remotely controlled high resolution color with audio, were already on and recording. He tested the zoom and focus on each, starting with the one in the upstairs hallway and worked his way to the basement.

There were three cameras in the guest room. While Billy and Helen were asleep last night, he had spent more than four hours getting those cameras hidden and properly aimed. They were directed at the bed from the foot and either side. Their view could be widened to cover the entire room or zoomed in tightly enough to make out the dime he'd laid in the middle of the bed for a test. The only problem was that they were static views that couldn't be panned or tilted.

The dresser cam allowed him a view into the bathroom. The door was open and he could see his wife's silhouette in the shower through the frosted glass door. He couldn't make out specific details, but he could see the outline of her hourglass figure, and in particular her enormous, heavy breasts swaying as she turned under the spray. It was perfect; that would be the first thing Billy saw when he came into the room. Rex watched her until movement in the upstairs hallway caught his eye.

Billy came out of his room wearing nothing but tighty whities. Tighty whities with an obscenely large bulge in front. Any wondering Rex may have had about his stepson's endowment went out the window. That bulge was astonishing.

Billy glanced toward the closed office door and then went down the hallway to the stairs. Rex followed him on the monitors. Billy ducked into the living room and seeing it was empty, headed for the stairs to the basement. The laundry room camera picked him up coming down the steps where again he paused to look around. He went halfway down the hall to the guest room and stopped. He pulled his underpants away from his front and reached inside to rearrange himself, tucking everything down snugly. He took a deep breath and went down the hallway toward the guest room. The door was open.

Rex quickly shut off all the cams except the ones in the guest room so that he would have a dedicated monitor for each of the three views. The camera in a fake fern picked up Billy cautiously leaning into the room and glancing around quickly before his widening eyes locked on the bathroom and the outline of his showering mother.

Rex manipulated the zoom, but without tilt or pan abilities, he couldn't get a close up of the showering mother or her gawking son from their current locations. He watched both of them with growing impatience as her shower went on and on.

Finally, Helen turned off the water and Billy leaned back out into the hallway.

"Um, mom?" He called. "You in there?"

"Come in, honey," she called back.

Looking nervous, Billy took a hesitant step into the bedroom and Rex's eyes widened. If the bulge in the eighteen year old's underpants had been obscene before, now it was almost frightening. With Billy fully in the room, Rex could finally zoom and he did, zeroing in on the bulge. He could clearly see the outline of the incredibly long and fat hose tucked down over the twin lumps of giant balls. His cock was definitely bigger than a couple minutes ago.

"You talked to your stepfather?" Helen asked.

Rex looked at the dresser cam monitor to see Billy's view as Helen opened the shower door but kept herself behind it as she reached for a towel. She closed it again and they both watched her silhouette through the steamy, frosted glass.

"Uh, yeah," Billy said.

"What did he tell you?"

"That, uh, that you want to check my... um... my..." He trailed off.

"Your penis?"

"Yeah."

"Did he say anything else, sweetie?"

"That uh... uh... you might also want to... show me some... things to make sure it works... and so I'll know about girls."

"You're at the age that you probably have more questions than answers about a lot of things. Especially girls."

"I, I guess so."

"I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to."

"I do want to," he gulped, his eyes locked on her outline as she dried off. "Kinda surprised me, I guess."

"I understand, honey. It is a little unusual. But it also probably happens more often than we might think. Obviously it's not something people would talk about."

"Yeah, I gue..." He trailed off.

Rex saw his wife wrap herself in the towel and open the shower door. He glanced at Billy's eyes getting wider and then he looked back at Helen stepping onto the bath-mat.

The towel was barely adequate to cover her exceptionally curvaceous figure. The bottom reached down to the top of her slightly plump but shapely thighs. An inch shorter and it would have revealed her pubic hair. At the top, her enormous breasts were mashed together to form a deep ribbon of bulging cleavage. The towel was packed so tight, it looked to Rex as if one deep breath and her breasts would spring free.

She went to the mirror above the sink and the towel parted a little to show flesh from the tips of her toes to the under-swell of her enormous breasts as she smoothed the mass of her long, dark hair that was pulled up in a sexy mess. She did a quick spin in front of the mirror to look at herself and then stepped into the doorway.

Rex watched her eyes widen as they lowered to Billy's front. He saw a fleeting look of fear and then she smiled warmly at her son.

"Well? Shall we get started, honey?"

Rocking nervously from one foot to the other, Billy nodded and swallowed hard when she stepped to the bed and pulled back the covers.

She sat and patted the space next to her hip. "Sit down, honey," she smiled. "This is going to be a wonderful experience for us both."

With a look in his eyes that told Rex he was a little scared but far more excited, Billy sat down next to his mother and leaned forward to conceal his lower body.

Helen put her hand on his arm and said; "I know this seems a little unusual, but it's also beautiful and loving." She cupped his chin and turned his face to hers. "You know I love you very, very much."

He smiled and nodded. "I love you too, mama."

She beamed. "That's why this is a good thing." She leaned in to kiss him on the forehead while cupping his face in both hands. She tilted his face up and lightly brushed her lips across his, making the teen whimper a little.

"My sweet, sweet boy," she cooed planting light kisses all over his face. "This is going to be a very special night if you want it to be."

He smiled a little less nervously and nodded. "I do."

"I do, too," she whispered pressing her lips against his again in a brief kiss. "Now," she said gently, "I haven't seen you without clothes for a long, long time, but I know you have a very, very large penis."

He nodded. "I guess."

"I've known that since you were born, and I got a little glimpse at the doctor's office last week. That's why I want to check it, honey. It's very big. Exceptionally big. The doctor was checking you for a hernia. This is different. Because it's so unusually large, I want to make sure it works properly."

"L-like how?"

"Well, when a penis is that big, there might be problems."

"Like?" He asked worriedly.

She hesitated. "Several things that I don't want to unnecessarily worry you about. But one might be that it doesn't get hard enough for some things."

He gulped. "That's not a problem. Trust me on that one."

She smiled. "Or that it gets too hard. Or, that you're rubbing it too much." She paused for a moment. "You spend a lot of time in the shower and sometimes at night I hear your bed squeaking."

"I can't help it," he said, blushing bright red.

"Of course you can't. That's perfectly natural and normal for someone your age. But I'm concerned that you do it so much that you might damage yourself."

"Sometimes I have to," he said, looking away.

"I know that and it's perfectly natural," she said rubbing his back comfortingly. "Young men masturbate all the time. It's the only way to make it soft. Right?"

Staring at the floor, he gulped and nodded.

"And it feels so good. Right?"

"Yeah," he rasped.

"And sometimes you have to do it again right away?"

"Sometimes it's three times."

Rex saw his wife's eyes widen a little.

"Three times in a row, baby?"

"Sometimes more," he whispered. "I can't help it. It gets so hard it hurts if I don't tug it."

Rex smiled and shook his head in bemused respect. Billy was laying on the naive act perfectly. He was fairly certain that his stepson was still a virgin, but Billy was petty popular with young ladies his own age, and had undoubtedly visited some places on the Internet that would have shocked his mother. Rex was absolutely certain Billy knew a lot more about everything than he was currently letting on.

"I understand, honey," Helen purred. "That's why I want to check you and help you. Maybe I can teach you some things so you won't have to do it so much. Would you like that?"

He took a deep breath and nodded slowly.

"Wonderful," she said. "The first thing we need to do is get those underpants off. It must be awfully uncomfortable with it all folded and scrunched up like that. Can you stand in front of me, honey?"

"I think so. But my head's a little fuzzy."

"Just for a second, until we get your underpants off."

He got up slowly and turned to face her. Helen's eyes widened at the impossibly large bulge looming inches from her face. "Oh my," she whispered, her hands trembling as she reached up to hook her fingers in the waistband.

"It's... it's gonna pop up real fast," Billy warned in a choking whisper.

"It sure looks like it," Helen smiled. "Just relax. It's perfectly natural and there's nothing to be embarrassed or worried about. Mama's going to take care of you."

He gulped and watched his mother slowly drag his underpants down.

Rex found himself both zooming and leaning closer to the monitors as his wife pulled her son's shorts down with a slowness that left no doubt she was prolonging the moment to savor it. The band came down to reveal a light dusting of dark pubic hair and then the base of his cock came into view. It was incredibly thick. Lower and lower the underpants went, revealing more and more of the shaft and then his huge, smooth balls. Finally, with one last tug, she pulled the underpants to his thighs and his cock popped up, pointing straight out.

Far from fully erect, it was already easily seven inches long and as thick as a rolling pin. And even wider than the shaft, the mottled head was an angry shade of red that glistened with pre-come oozing from the slit in the tip.

"Oh my..." Helen gasped in awe, trailing off as her son's cock bobbed a little and then began rising upwards.

The huge cock grew bigger and stiffer with pulsing twitches until it was jutting up rock-hard at a forty five degree angle. The little bead of oozing pre-come expanded into a thick bubble that drooled down the shaft. Except in a few porno movies and magazines from his younger years, Rex had never seen a cock like that before. Now fully erect, it was at least nine inches long and nearly the width of a soda can.

"Oh, honey," Helen gasped. "It's so, so... BIG!"

"I need to sit down."

"Yes," his mother said urgently as she stood and reached to grab two pillows. "Sit on the edge and lean back."

Billy lay back on the pillows and stared at his mother's enormous breasts jiggling and threatening to pop out of the towel as she pulled his underpants off and tossed them aside.

"I've never seen such a big one before," she said in wonder.

"Is it too big?" He asked worriedly. "I get teased a lot and girls won't... do anything."

She smiled and shook her head. "The guys are jealous and young women your age don't know what they're missing. You're a very lucky young man."

Rex zoomed in a little on the monstrous rod. It was twitching and visibly throbbing and the heavy flow of pre-come was already pooling on his belly.

Helen moved a little closer. "It looks like it's about to explode, baby."

"It's so hard it hurts," he gasped.

"I'm sure. Do you want me to help you get some relief?"

Billy nodded and then let out a whimpering cry when his mother reached down and stretched her hand around the middle of the shaft. It was so thick she could not come close to fully encircling it with her delicate fingers.

Instantly, Billy began to gasp and his hips pumped.

"Is it going to squirt?" Helen asked breathlessly, her hand sliding toward the head.

Billy made a gurgling sound and then his entire body went rigid. His mother had barely touched him when the almost fist-sized head ballooned and a sappy rope of come blasted onto his chest.

Gasping herself, Helen pumped the suddenly geysering cock with both hands." Yes, baby. That's it. Let it squirt!"

His hand trembling, Rex eased the zoom back to watch the towel-clad mother lovingly jack-off her son's massive, spewing rod. It was x-rated, yet also incredibly erotic in a completely forbidden, yet maternally loving way. She cooed and stroked him and he was helpless in surrendering to the pleasure of her touch. Bolt after bolt, at least half a dozen sappy jets of astonishing volume, splattered onto his chest and belly as his mother milked him with her hands and encouraging whispers. His body twisted and thrashed, uncontrollably bucking as his voluminous discharge continued for what Rex guessed was nearly half a minute.

Finally, Billy's body began to relax and he collapsed into the bed, gasping for breath.

Her eyes still wide with amazement and her own breath coming in shallow gasps, Helen slowed and then stopped stroking. But she did not let go of his rod. She levered it slightly upward and stared at it with unspeakable lust and what Rex knew was no small amount of fear.

"Oh, man," Billy gasped. "That was great!"

His mother raised her eyes to his and smiled. "That was a lot, baby. Do you always shoot that much?"

"S-sometimes. Guess it depends on how long it's been since I did it last."

"When was the last time you did it?"

He blushed. "Last night."

"When you showered?"

His blush went deeper. "Then later after I went to bed."

Without releasing the steely cock, she let it tilt away and her other hand came up to cup his heavy balls. The big, fat orbs overflowed her dainty palm. "These are still so full and heavy," she marveled. "Are you ready to shoot again, baby?"

He nodded eagerly.

"We better clean this up a little first," she said standing straight up. "Since you're naked, I suppose it's only fair that I am, too." She smiled knowingly. "Do you want to see mama naked, honey?"

"Yeah," he gulped.

"So do I. I want you to see me, all of me," she said reaching up for the towel.

Rex pulled the zoom back wider and let out a little groan as his wife slowly removed the towel to reveal herself to her bulging-eyed son.

Every bit as disproportionately over-sized as her son's huge cock, her breasts were absolutely massive. The enormous mounds were fat and full with very little sag. They were capped with wide, pale brown areola and thickly swollen dark red nipples. She was a little thick through the middle, but her waist was relatively trim above the wide curve of her flaring hips. Her legs might have been a tad heavy for some, but while not muscular at all, they were smooth and toned without even a hint of cellulite. And below her slightly rounded belly, her luxuriously thick pelt of dark pubic hair had obviously been very freshly trimmed into a neat strip. Rex thought she looked like some outrageous fertility goddess.

"Well?" She smiled at her son. "Do you like my body?"

His only response was a gurgling noise as his eyes roamed over her lush figure.

"I'll take that as a yes," she smiled, leaning over him with the towel to wipe the sticky mess from his chest and belly.

Rex pushed the zoom in a little tighter. Helen's huge tits, wobbling and crashing together, were inches above Billy's cock as she patted away the sticky seed. Rex and the horse-cocked youth were utterly mesmerized by their heavy, ripe swaying. Rex was hoping and was sure Billy was also, that any second she was going to lean a little lower and envelope his cock with those beautiful mounds.

Instead, she wadded the towel and set it aside to grab a pillow that she put on the floor between Billy's feet. "Let me get a closer look, honey," she said, kneeling in front of him.

Gulping a deep breath, Billy raised up on his elbows to look down as his mother slid her hands up his legs and levered his steely rod upwards. She twisted and tilted her head to look at it from all sides. 

Fresh pre-come was already leaking from the tip.

"It's just so big I can hardly believe it," she breathed heavily. "I've honestly never seen one so big. Have you ever measured it, honey?" She asked, beginning to stroke it lightly.

"Well, uh..." he said, looking embarrassed.


The Oedipus Complexity Pt. 01



"You can tell me. Please."

"It was nine and a half, about a week ago."

"And around? It's so thick I can only get my hand halfway around," she said pumping him gently.

"Seven."

"While the size is astonishing," she sighed. "It's also very beautiful."

"Really?" He rasped, watching her hands tug him.

"Oh, yes. It's very attractive and appealing. Sometimes the big ones, like this, are... Well, not good-looking at all." She stroked a little faster. "Yours is so beautiful that I want to kiss it."

"S-seriously?" He gasped in astonishment.

She nodded and smiled. "Would that be okay, honey?" She whispered softly, seductively. "Can mama kiss your big, beautiful penis?"

If the situation hadn't been so overwhelmingly erotic, Rex might have laughed at the almost comical way Billy's eyes bulged.

"Yesss," Billy choked.

Cupping his churning balls in one hand, Helen slid her other to the base of his pulsating rod and angled it straight up. "A nice, sweet kiss right here," she whispered, leaning in to her brush her lips against the underside of the head.

Billy whimpered and gasped.

"Ummmmm," she cooed, tilting her head sideways to kiss the shaft. "Do you like mama kissing your huge penis?"

Billy groaned and his hips twisted as his mother slowly worked her lips down the thick shaft.

"And we can't forget these guys," she whispered, lifting his fat balls to bathe them in light kisses.

"They're so heavy and full of sperm, aren't they? Sperm that needs to squirt out of your beautiful penis. Are you ready to squirt again, honey?" She whispered, starting her way back up the long shaft.

"Yessssss," he hissed.

His pre-come was again dripping in a heavy stream.

"Yes, it does need to squirt. Look at all this goo already leaking out." She kissed the underside of the head and then snaked her tongue out to flick it across the bubbling tip.

Billy let out a strangling, gurgling whimper. "Oh, mama, yesssssss."

"I thought you might like that, baby," she whispered. "I did. You taste so good. Can I lick your penis?"

"Y-yessssssss!"

Rex's heart raced as he watched her swirl her tongue around the head, licking it slowly and lovingly.

Helen bent her son's cock a little so that she could lick all the way around the flaring mushroom. "Now it's time for an extra special kiss, honey," she mewled, looking up into his eyes.

Billy gulped.

"Mama's going to suck your big, beautiful penis," she whispered. "I won't be able to suck much because it's so big, but I think I can get the head in my mouth. Would you like that, baby?"

Billy nodded slowly, woodenly.

"Good. It's going to shoot very fast again, isn't it?"

He nodded faster.

"Wonderful. I want you to squirt your hot, sweet come into my mouth. Will you do that for me?"

"Y-yesssssss," he whispered.

"Don't try to hold it back. Let it go," she said softly. Her tongue lashed the underside of the head as she slowly lowered her mouth. She took half of the head and pulled back. "So fat and hot, baby," she whispered.

Rex was spellbound. She lowered her mouth again and slowly, with great effort, she gradually engulfed the entire head. Billy thrashed and she held his cock tightly with both hands as she slowly pulled her mouth off him once more.

"Let it squirt, now," she implored with a hungry need.

She took a deep breath and her hands began to pump the huge shaft as she gradually took the head into her mouth again.

Rex made it through a Mississippi count three times before Billy arched up and cried out in delirium. Helen's cheeks hollowed and her hands milked her son's giant rod in a blur. Rex could see her throat working as she struggled to swallow what was certainly another massive load. Billy's hands tore at the sheet and he thrashed and humped up into his mother's sucking mouth. Rex could hear his wife letting out a constant and steady moan as she gulped and gulped her son's seemingly endless ejaculations.

After almost a full minute, Billy's body began to relax. Helen's hands moved slower and gentler. She kept her mouth on the head, sucking it tenderly, nursing it adoringly.

Rex eased the zoom back out as his wife slowly pulled her mouth off and gave her son's still-rampant cock a brief, sweet kiss.

"Wow," Billy gasped, rising up on his elbows to smile down at her. "That was great!"

"Yes, it was," Helen purred, stroking him gently as she leaned back. "It was wonderful. And your penis is still so hard and big. Do you want to try something else, honey?"

The horse-cocked youth gulped and nodded.

"Me, too," she smiled. She put her hands on his knees and stood on wobbly legs.

Billy's eyes locked onto her massively swaying breasts. Rex couldn't help but notice that her breasts were flushed and bloated and that her nipples were swollen to dark red crimson nubs nearly the size of his thumb tips.

"Do you like mama's big breasts?" She smiled, cupping them.

Billy nodded emphatically.

"I thought so, baby," she cooed, massaging the giant mounds of milky white flesh. "You loved sucking them a long time ago. Would you like to suck them now?"

"Y-yes," he rasped, his steely cock twitching.

"Let's trade places."

Billy jumped up, his giant cock waggling obscenely as he got out of her way.

Helen perched herself on the edge of the bed and opened her legs. Billy's cock bucked as his eyes darted between her massive breasts and the strip of dark, thick fur between her legs.

"Get down in front of me," she whispered, glancing a little nervously at her son's giant cock.

He dropped down and cautiously, hesitantly put his hands on her knees.

"You can touch me, baby," she smiled. "You can touch me everywhere. Come here."

His trembling hands slid up her legs and he scooted forward until his face was inches from her huge, wobbling tits. She cupped his chin and tilted his face up to kiss his forehead.

"Mama loves you so much, honey," she whispered, bringing her lips to his.

Rex watched her mouth open and then Billy's did as well. They moaned in soft unison as the kiss went on and Helen took his hands in hers to place them on her heaving breasts. Her moaning went louder when his fingers sunk into the pliant flesh.

She broke the kiss and leaned back a little. "That feels so good," she whispered, smiling as he eagerly kneaded her abundant mounds.

"So heavy," Billy marveled breathlessly. "And wonderful, and soft, and firm."

"And they're all for you, baby," she cooed. "From now on, you can touch them almost any time you want."

He hefted the massive globes to press them together, and then again and again, he let them drop a little to lift and weigh them.

Whimpering softly, she put one hand on the back of his head and brought up her other to gently push his hand aside so that she could lift her huge breast herself.

"Do you want to suck mama's big, fat titty?" She cooed.

He nodded eagerly. She raised her breast higher and pulled his mouth to the straining bud.

"Yesssssss," she moaned as his lips locked around the fat nipple. "Yesssssss. Suck mama's big fat titty."

Rex could clearly hear the wet, smacking sounds of Billy's greedy sucking along with their heavy breathing and her soft whimpers of passionate delight.

"The other one," Helen choked.

Billy switched to the other thick spike and hungrily sucked it in. Both his hands came up again to squeeze and paw and she let her hands drop to lean back a little.

"Yessssss," she panted in ecstasy, her hips twisting and bottom squirming into the mattress. "Nibble a little, honey."

She let out a loud groan and Rex knew Billy was following her instructions perfectly. Soon her entire body began to quiver and she leaned back a little more, forcing Billy to rise up. Rex let out a gasp of his own; Billy's cock rose into sight and it was even bigger and harder-looking that before. And even more thrilling to the voyeuristic stepfather was that the shiny, heavily-leaking head was mere inches from the hairy furrow between his mother's legs.

Suddenly, Billy mashed her breasts together and sucked in both nipples at once.

Helen let out a thrilled gasp and twisted wildly for just a few more seconds before she cried; "Mama's coming!"

Billy's hands and mouth attacked her heaving breasts, squeezing and sucking with abandon as she shuddered and writhed in orgasmic pleasure. Rex had no idea that she could come just from having her breasts sucked, but he more than suspected it was mostly because of who was sucking them.

Finally, her body began to relax and she gulped air while he continued to greedily suckle her. "T-that's never happened before," she breathed heavily, bringing her hands up to cup his face and gently push him away from her breasts.

Billy smiled up at her.

She beamed. "That was wonderful, baby." She leaned down to give him another long, deep kiss on the mouth and then she looked down lower. "Oh my! Is your penis about ready to explode again?"

He nodded eagerly.

"If we make it shoot right now, will it stay hard again afterward for one more time?"

"It's so hard right now, I don't think it will ever get soft again."

She kissed his forehead. "We'll make you'll shoot right now so we can do something extra, extra special when it's a little calmer."

He nodded rapidly.

"Okay," Helen said softly, scooting forward to the very edge of the bed. "Stand in front of me."

Billy popped to his feet and both Rex and his wife gasped. Billy's cock wasn't just noticeably bigger, it was much angrier-looking and the heavy strand of pre-come dripped all the way to the floor. Rex looked at his wife's face and saw a combination of genuine fear and desperate need.

"Come here, baby," she whispered.

He stepped forward. His soaring cock was just a little higher than her slightly swaying breasts, dribbling pre-come onto the creamy flesh. She reached up with one hand to cup his heavy balls and wrap the other around the base of his twitching cock.

"I bet your huge penis loves mama's titties, too," she smiled.

She bent it down and both whimpered as she rubbed the heavily leaking head on her enormous tits.

"Yessssss, my titties like that," she whispered, dragging his truncheon-like cock back and forth to coat her tits with his goo. She bent it a little more to dip the head into her cleavage, making Billy groan and his hips buck.

"We need to get it nice and slick in there, baby," she cooed, stroking and squeezing his cock to milk an even heavier flow.

When her cleavage was a shiny valley, Helen relinquished her hold on his cock and balls and cupped her immense breasts. "A little closer," she said.

Billy inched forward and groaned when his mother wrapped her enormous tits around his cock. Rex could see it was the perfect height and angle for titty-fucking. Billy's cock was so big that even with her giant tits smothering it, the head still reached up almost to her chin.

"Put your hands on my shoulders," Helen said, beginning to massage his cock with her bursting globes.

Billy whimpered and put his trembling hands on her shoulders.

"Slide it back and forth, up and down, baby," she whispered.

His hips began to pump slowly.

"Yesssss, baby," she encouraged. ""Just like that. Gentle and easy. It's practice for the extra special thing in a little bit."

He pumped his cock slowly for no more than a minute before his entire body began trembling.

"Ready, honey?" She asked softly. "Ready to squirt for mama again?"

"Yesssss," he hissed through gritted teeth.

She worked her breasts faster, fucking the huge mounds on his giant cock. "Let it go!" She begged.

Suddenly his body arched and he let out a cry. His hands dug into her shoulders as a sappy rope of come exploded from the head and splattered on her chin. And then mother and son were titty-fucking in perfect rhythm as his giant rod blasted spurt after spurt onto her glistening flesh.

Rex kept count this time. There were five separate ejaculations of incredible volume before they lessened. Helen's neck and tits were coated with so much come that it made a loud squishing sound as they slowed. Billy's balls were as over-sized as his cock, but Rex couldn't understand how he could still produce so much come from his third orgasm in barely more than thirty minutes.

"Wow," Billy gasped. "That was wild!"

Helen leaned away from him to look down at herself. "That was a lot of come again, baby."

Still shuddering in the afterglow, Billy nodded.

Rex saw that Billy's waggling cock had deflated a little, but was still angling upward. It wouldn't take much for him to be ready for number four.

Helen retrieved the towel and wiped the come from her tits and neck and then she smiled at his cock. "Looks like that helped calm you a bit," she smiled. "Will you be able to do it again in a little while?"

Billy nodded enthusiastically.

"Good," she said leaning back on the pillows. "We're going to need it big and hard again in a few minutes."

She reclined and opened her legs a little. Billy's cock twitched.

"In a few moments, we're going to make love, baby," she said softly.

He gulped and his already bulging eyes strained.

"Have you ever done it?"

"N-no."

"They were afraid because it's so big, right?"

He nodded.

"I understand that," Helen said sympathetically and then smiled warmly. "That's one of many reasons I'm so happy to be your first. I want to teach you everything." She paused. "And you know I love you more than anything else?"

He smiled and nodded. "I love you, too, mom."

"That's why we should make love with each other. Do you want to? Do you want to make love to me?"

"More than anything," he choked.

"Wonderful, honey," Helen beamed. "I want to make love with you so much I can barely stand it, but you have to get me ready. Will you do that, baby, will you get me ready for your huge penis?"

"W-what do I d-do?"

"Get on your knees in front of me."

Billy sank in front of her as if kneeling at a shrine.

Rex watched his wife scoot back a little more from the edge of the bed. She raised her knees up slowly and primly and then let her legs fall apart in a very unladylike manner until the sides of her thighs were almost flat on the bed and her blossoming vagina was revealed to her son's breathless stare. Her upper thighs were slick and the neat strip of fur was matted with leaking arousal.

"Well?" Helen asked cautiously. "Do you like my vagina?"

Looking almost catatonic, Billy nodded and whispered; "It's beautiful, mama."

"And it's all yours, baby," she cooed, putting her hands on her knees and then sliding them toward her vagina. "Scoot closer."

Rex caught himself unconsciously leaning closer to the monitor as Billy moved forward until he was less than a foot away from his mother's pussy.

"Give me your hands," she instructed gently.

Billy's trembling hands came up and she placed them on her inner thighs. The contact of their flesh made her whimper. Keeping her hands on top of his, she guided his fingertips to the edge of her furry gash.

"So hot," he breathed.

"And even hotter inside me. Do this," she said guiding his fingers a little closer to her swollen slit and applying a little pressure to pull the bloated lips apart. Then, slowly and gently, she moved his hands closer so that his fingertips grazed her pink flesh .

"So wet," he gulped.

"Yesssss," she choked. "That's because mama is so excited and wants to make love with you so, so much." She guided his hands up and down her slit, showing him how to gently rub her the right way. "Now you do it, honey. You rub my vagina."

She pulled her hands away to grasp the corners of the pillow under her head and looked down at him through the valley of her hugely wobbling breasts.

"Yesssss, baby," she choked. "Just like that, rub all around it. That's how you start getting me ready for your giant penis."

Rex watched breathlessly as his wife splayed her legs even wider and pulled her feet up on the bed to brace herself.

"Open me wider," she choked.

Billy swallowed hard and did as he was instructed. Rex wasn't sure, but thought he could see her wetness actually trickling a little.

"See that at the top? That little bump?" Helen asked in a whisper.

Billy nodded.

"That's my clitoris. It's sort of like my penis," she rasped. "I want you to very gently rub it with your thumb."

Billy's quivering hand moved up and he stretched his fingers out over her bush to put his thumb on her clitoris.

"Yessssssssssssss," she groaned, her entire body shuddering. "Rub it a little. Back and forth and all around."

He teased her clitoris for no more than thirty seconds before she clutched the pillow even tighter and whimpered; "I'm coming, baby! You're making mama come."

Billy rubbed her bud faster and faster. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, her massive tits lolling and sloshing, her ass humping off the bed as she let out throaty moans of pleasure.

Rex wasn't sure, but it looked like his wife came twice before she gradually began to relax.

"Stop for a second, honey," Helen panted.

Billy slid his hands back up her thighs and smiled up at her.

"That was wonderful," she breathed. "Just wonderful."

She took another moment to catch her breath and then smiled; "Mama's almost ready for you, baby. You need to touch me a little more, a little lower. Put your hands back."

Billy slid his hands back to her vagina.

"Pull me apart again, baby."

Billy pried open her swollen lips with more confidence.

"I want to kiss it," he said.

She smiled. "Not right now. See down at the bottom where there are some extra folds?"

He nodded.

"That's where your penis is going in a little bit," she choked. "But it's very small and very tight, so you have to get it stretched a little bit. This is the most important part of getting ready. If you try to just shove your penis in, it will hurt me very badly."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I know you don't, baby. Now, slide your finger up and down and get the tip nice and wet."

Billy gently dragged his index finger up and down her slit until it was coated with her wetness.

"Very slowly, push into me."

Rex watched breathlessly as Billy moved his finger around with slow tenderness and then very gently inserted an inch or so, making his mother gasp softly.

"It's so hot and tight," Billy marveled.

"That's why you have to be careful, especially you, since your penis is so big," she whispered as her son began gently finger-fucking her sopping quim.

Not being rough in any way, but gaining confidence quickly, Billy increased the tempo and depth of his probing until his finger was all the way inside.

"It's so little, I don't think I'll fit," he said worriedly.

"You will, baby," she breathed. "Now put another finger inside."

With gradual tenderness, he pushed in a second finger and slowly probed in and out of her. Her breathing was becoming more labored. "M-move your hand in a slow c-circle pushing outward to stretch a little. L-like you're stirring."

Rex had never seen or even imagined a more erotic sight than what he was witnessing now. Billy was so caring and gentle and slow in preparing her, that it made his heart ache. At the same time, it was clear to Rex that his wife was rapidly growing more desperate with need.

"O-okay," Helen choked. "It's time to make love, honey. Stand up."

As Billy rose up and his wife scooted deeper into the bed, Rex looked at his stepson's cock and shook his head in amazement. The giant rod was once again so thoroughly and massively swollen that it almost defied comprehension. It bucked and throbbed and dripped a steady rivulet of pre-come. Rex also noticed his wife was gawking at her son's cock with awestruck fear and yearning desire.

She reclined on a heap of pillows and spread her legs wide. "Come here, honey," she whispered.




The Oedipus Complexity Pt. 01



Billy climbed up on the bed and knelt straight up in front of her, staring down worriedly at her fearful eyes glued to his cock.

"Are you sure it's not too big?" He asked softly.

She beamed with obvious affection for his concern. "It's very big. But not too big as long as you go slow and gentle. Do you want to try, baby?"

He nodded eagerly and she said: "Lean over me like you're doing a push up."

He moved up until the tops of his sinewy thighs were pressing against the soft backs of hers and then stretched over her with his hands next to her shoulders. They both looked down at his cock looming over her softly rounded belly where his pre-come was already pooling.

"See how far it will go into me?" She whispered in slightly frightened amazement.

He gulped and nodded.

"That's why you have to be slow and so, so careful, honey."

"I will. I promise."

She put her hands on his shoulders and cupped the back of his head to pull him down for a kiss. His body stayed hovering above hers as they kissed with slow and deep passion for a long moment.

She broke the kiss and looked up at him with wet eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked worriedly.

"Nothing at all," she smiled, a tear running down her cheek. "I just love you so much and want to make love with you so badly. Will you make love to me?"

He nodded and she pulled him down for another kiss while her other hand slipped between their bodies to grasp his massive cock. The touch of her hand, so small and delicate on the giant rod, made them moan into each others mouth.

"Slow and gentle," she breathed using his cock to push him back, the oozing head dragging along her belly and into her bush.

He gritted his teeth and looked down as she bent his cock lower until the blunt tip brushed against her sopping slit. He gasped and his arms quivered.

"Can you go slow, baby?" Helen asked.

Billy closed his eyes tight for a moment and then looked into hers. "If it hurts, tell me and I'll stop."

"It will hurt, at first. But I need you so bad," Helen whispered, another tear rolling down her cheek.

She raised her head and they both looked down as she slowly slid the fat head up and down her pussy, thoroughly coating it with her juices and his pre-come.

"Ready, honey?" She whispered softly, her voice trembling.

He nodded and leaned down to kiss her. With their mouths pressed together, she pushed his giant cock lower until the tip pressed against her opening.

"Slow and gentle," she panted, sliding her little hand halfway down the splitting shaft while her other hand came up to press against his chest.

Rex could hardly breathe and his hands were shaking so badly, he could barely manipulate the zoom on the camera behind Billy. From that angle he had a perfect view of Billy's huge cock poised to sink into his mother's little pussy.

Helen pushed him back again until contact was broken and then she pulled him forward. The massive head pushed in no more than halfway before she let out a gasp that was equal parts pleasure and pain.

"W-want me to stop?" Billy asked.

She gulped a breath and whispered; "Just go very slowly."

She pushed him all the way back out again and once more dragged the tip up and down her drenched slit. She gulped a deep breath and fit the tip in again. He pushed into the previous depth and a fraction of an inch more."

"I-it's so tight," he hissed. "It won't fit, mama."

"It will," she gasped. "I have to relax a little."

Rex had the zoom all the way in and he was beginning to seriously doubt that his wife could take her son's monstrous pole.

"I need to pull my legs up h-higher," Helen breathed. "I'm going to let go and you have to go slow by yourself. Okay, baby?"

Billy nodded. "Promise."

She put her hands behind her knees to pull her legs back and wide, tilting her pussy up to him in complete vulnerability.

Billy balanced on one hand while he gripped his cock with the other. Making both of them gasp, he dragged the head up and down her slit again and dipped his hips to make the angle less severe as he pushed the head halfway in.

Helen made a gurgling sound.

"S-stop?" Billy choked.

Her eyes tightly shut, she shook her head and whispered. "Push the head all the way in."

"Y-you s-sure?"

"Yes. Push the head in."

Billy swallowed a deep breath and pushed.

Rex gasped as he watched the fat mushroom burrow in, stretching her impossibly wide and causing her to let out a cry that was clearly more pain than pleasure.

"I-I'm s-stopping," Billy said.

"No, baby! Don't move."

He held perfectly still for a long moment.

Her eyes half-opened and she smiled at him. "It's just so, so big, sweetie, but the p-pain is starting to go away," she panted. "P-pull back out very slowly and then very gently push all the head in again. Just the head."

Billy dragged back until just the very tip was in. "You sure, mama?"

She nodded. "Push, baby. Just the head in and out slowly."

Rex watched in awe as the huge-cocked teen exerted unbelievable self-control and gently, slowly fed his mother just the head of his cock. Rex knew the temptation, the raw need, to lunge forward had to be overwhelming, but Billy held back and tenderly fucked only the head in and out.

After a moment, Helen moved her shaking hands to Billy's shoulders and she pulled his face to hers. 

"Just like that, sweet boy," she whispered before pressing her mouth against his once more.

They kissed and whimpered for a long moment and then she leaned back and smiled at him. "Just a tiny bit more each time."

Billy nodded. His eyes were slits and his teeth gritted. He pulled back and pushed in a little bit more before retreating. With each push into her, his mother let out a soft gap.

Spellbound, Rex watched the teen feed more and more of his mammoth cock into his mother's tiny pussy. Each time Billy pulled back, his incredibly thick rod was coated with more of her increasingly frothy white fuck-lube. Rex hadn't watched the timer but he was sure it took nearly a minute to get the giant cock halfway in, and by then Billy was obviously on the verge of losing control.

Helen let her legs fall a little flatter, allowing the top of Billy's huge cock to rub against her clit. She was panting and her hips were starting to buck and twist. She reached back to grasp the corners the pillow, bracing herself.

"A-all the w-way, baby," she gasped. "Go slow and push it all the way into me."

"S-sure?" Billy asked in a combination of concern and excitement.

She nodded, her eyes tearing up again. "Make love to me, baby," she choked.

Billy leaned down to kiss her lovingly as he drew back. Then he raised his head a little and looked into her eyes. "I love you, mama."

"I love you, too. Make love to me."

Rex choked back a gasp of his own as he watched the huge cock slowly and gently push all the way into his wife's pussy with one stroke until Billy's tightening balls were pressed up against her bottom.

Her eyes bulging, gasping to catch her breath, Helen's arms came up to wrap around her son and hold him still. "So BIG!" She cried out. "So big and hard!

"Feels so wonderful," he panted.

"And I can feel it pulsing," she gasped in awe. "Are you ready to come again?"

"C-can't hold b-back much longer."

She kissed him and whispered urgently; "Squirt inside me, honey. Fill me up with your come."

His hips began to move slowly and slightly at first, but it wasn't long before he was clutching her in his arms and panting into her neck. His strokes grew longer and faster and Helen gulped to breathe as he fucked her harder and harder. She clung to him like a rag doll as their bodies slapped together wetly and they humped each other with growing abandon.

Rex leaned in to the monitor again, watching the gigantic cock fuck her fast and deep but somehow not roughly. There was a definite love-making tenderness to what mother and son shared as they drew closer and closer to climax.

Suddenly, Billy let out a cry and his hips jack-hammered uncontrollably.

"Yesssssssssss!" Helen cried deliriously. "COME INSIDE ME!"

Rex looked at another monitor for a split second and saw his wife's eyes roll up and he knew she was coming too. Coming hard. He looked back at the other monitor and even though it was almost a blur, he could tell that Billy's cock had swelled even bigger to pump his mother's pussy with his seed. Their orgasms were frenetic and lovingly passionate as they took and gave unspeakable pleasure from and to each other in violation of the ultimate taboo.

Gradually, Billy's humping stopped and they collapsed into each other.

"That was wonderful, baby," she breathed heavily, caressing his heaving back. She turned her head and they kissed long and deep. They stayed in that loving, necking embrace until she pulled away to look at him with delighted surprise. "You're still hard, honey. Do you want to do it again?"

Rex also could hardly believe it. Four times in less than an hour and the kid was ready to go again?

"Can we? Please?" Billy asked softly.

"Of course we can, baby, but let's try it a different way. Okay?"

He nodded eagerly and she kissed his forehead sweetly. "Lift up and pull out very slowly."

Rex watched the monitor showing their nether regions as Billy rose up and slowly backed out. His giant cock was still rock hard and glistened brightly from their juices. As it came out, thick globs of come spilled out of her and dripped to the sheet under her ass. His gentle withdraw took almost as long as the penetration.

"You shoot so much come," Helen marveled. "It's like I'm filled up."

Billy finally pulled all the way back, the head slipping out of her with a soft "pop." He leaned back on his haunches to gaze at his mother's swollen pussy and the puddle underneath her. "Yeah, I guess it's a lot," he said sheepishly.

"And there's still more inside me. Put the towel under my fanny, please."

Rex leaned into the monitor again when she arched up to let Billy put the towel under her bottom. She lay back and put her hands on her lower belly as she spread her legs. His throat went dry when she began massaging her stomach in circles, her fingers moving lower. Her vagina opened a tiny bit and a thick wad of her son's come oozed out. Her hands moved lower and the glob became a steady trickle and then a heavy flow leaking onto the towel.

"Wow, that was a lot," Billy said.

"Especially after you exploded all those other times," she smiled. "It felt like a gallon squirted inside me." She pushed her fingertips into her mound just above her pubic hair and one last fat dollop slid out. "I think that's all. Can you pull the towel out and fold it up so it doesn't get everywhere."

Billy slid the towel out and she sat up when he twisted away to set it on the floor. When he turned back she was sitting up directly in front of him gazing at his jutting, glistening cock. She smiled up into his eyes as she reached up to cup his fat balls and gently caress the steely shaft.

"It's not just amazing how big and beautiful it is, and how much come you shoot," she marveled, "but also how hard it stays after you've squirted so many times so quickly." She leaned in and gave the tip a gentle kiss. "Most men, even young ones, can't do it that many times so quickly."

She kissed the tip again, and then like before, she flicked her tongue against the underneath of the crown as she slowly stretched her mouth to engulf the entire head. Her hands worked his shaft and balls slowly as she nursed the fat mushroom. His body began to tremble and he put his shaking hands on her shoulders.

After a long moment she pulled her mouth off and continued to stroke as she smiled up at him. "Do you want to squirt in mama's mouth? Or do you want to make love again?" She cooed, teasing the head with more light kisses.

"B-both." He hissed through clenched teeth.

"Me, too," she beamed. "How about we make love in a different position and then if your penis is still hard and excited after that, I'll let you squirt in my mouth." She kissed the head again. "Is that okay, baby?"

"Oh, yeah," he gulped, his cock twitching.

"Okay. This time we'll do it with me on top. Lay down where I was."

Rex adjusted the zoom on the side camera that was concealed in the jewelry box on the dresser so that he could get everything in the frame as Billy turned around and stretched out. Kneeling next to him, Helen gripped his cock again and stroked it as she leaned down to briefly kiss him on the mouth.

"The advantage of this is you can hold and suck my breasts while we make love. Would you like that?"

He nodded excitedly as she twisted to throw a leg over him and sat down with his bucking cock in front of her. She grasped it with both hands and levered it up to press it against her softly rounded belly.

"This time you let me do everything to put it in. You need to hold still until it's all the way in. But," she said letting his cock fall against his stomach, "you can suck mama's titties."

She lowered her hips and slid forward, dragging her slit up and down his cock as she cupped a breast and leaned forward to guide its bursting nipple into his mouth. They both whimpered when he sucked it in greedily and brought his hands up to gently knead her dangling mounds.

"So good, baby," she whispered. "You suck mama's titties so good." She twisted her shoulders and the nipple popped out of his mouth with a loud smacking sound as she fed him the other one. "Mama's nipples are so, so sensitive," she choked.

She let him feast on her breasts for a long moment and then she slid her hips forward until his cock popped out from between their bodies and slapped on her smoothly plump ass. Mewling and quivering, she levered back so that his cock pushed up and slid along the crevice between her jiggling cheeks, causing Rex to wonder if she would ever try to take him anally.

"Ready, baby?" She cooed. "Ready for your big penis to go inside me again?"

Billy relinquished his mouth hold, but not his grip. "Yesssss."

"Remember, you have to hold still until it's all the way in."

He nodded.

Rex began very slowly zooming in the penetration cam again as his wife rocked forward and rose up. The head of Billy's cock dragged down her ass and then nudged up against her swollen pussy. She slid along the shaft a few times, making it shiny with her wetness and then she moved higher, twisting her hips in a slow, sensuous gyration until her opening brushed the very tip.

"So, so big," Helen groaned as she teasingly, delicately slid her vaginal lips lower to kiss the oozing crown.

Rex watched his wife's beautiful face contort into a mask of pleasure and slight pain as she rocked her hips back and forth to take more and more of the head. She let out a gasp when the entire head sank into her dripping slit.

"Soooooo big," she moaned, rising up slowly and then gradually dropping herself again to take the full head and a fraction of the splitting shaft.

Billy was still holding her immense breasts, his head tilted down to watch her pussy slowly devour his huge cock.

Up and down. Up and down Helen went, moaning and panting, as she impaled herself deeper and deeper.

Rex eased the zoom in a little tighter as the teen's giant cock gradually disappeared inside his mother. Like before, her lubrication was frothy and white, leaving shiny trails on the bright pink shaft as it went in and out and in and out. Her head drooping, eyes tightly shut, she whimpered continuously as she force fed more and more of the giant pole into her clenching pussy.

Helen reached the halfway point and opened her eyes to smile down at Billy. "Ready, honey?" She rasped. "Ready to go all the way inside me?"

He nodded and held her massive tits tightly.

She rose up until just the very tip was embedded and then, with a whooshing gasp, she sank herself all the way onto her son's huge cock. She cried out in pain and pleasure and pressed down tightly against him, her immense tits mashing out to the sides. Billy's arms came up to hold her as she struggled to accommodate his enormity.

They remained perfectly still for a moment and then she lifted her face to smile at him. "You feel so good inside me," she whispered.

"Oh, yeah. Feels wonderful."

They kissed again. Another of those long, gentle probing kisses. With their mouths still pressed together, Helen began to twist her hips a little and grind against him.

"Mama's gonna come again!" She suddenly cried, her humping becoming almost feverish.

Rex knew she was mashing her clitoris against his pelvis. He watched Billy's hands slide down her back to grasp her quivering cheeks, and that made her humping even more wildly passionate. Except for kneading her ass, Billy remained perfectly still as his mother rode him to three, maybe four orgasms before she finally collapsed on top of him.

"I-I can't do it like this," she choked. "Not yet. It's just so big and feels so good that I can't do anything except barely breathe."

"What do you want me to do?" Billy asked softly. "Should we stop?"

"No. I want you to squirt inside me again. I want to feel your come shooting into me."

"Do you want me to get on top?" He asked.

She nodded and smiled as she rose up to slowly lift off him. She took her time and when she finally pulled all the way off his rock-hard cock, it popped out and slapped wetly on his tight belly.

Rex pulled the zoom out again and watched his wife make a of stack pillows. The heap created a platform that elevated her entire body above the mattress and essentially turned her into an altar with her lower body and pussy tilted up for easier penetration. Rex thought it was incredibly sexy and from the way Billy's cock bucked and throbbed, it looked like he agreed.

"Get between mama's legs," Helen cooed.

Billy scooted forward, his huge cock waggling threateningly.

"Instead of laying on me, stay like that," she instructed gently. "Hold your penis at the base and feed it into me slowly."

Billy gripped his cock and backed up a little. In her position and angle he had to bend it down only slightly to drag the head up along her sopping furrow.

"Y-you're in control this time, honey," she mewled. "I want you to be in charge and... use me, use my body to make both of us feel wonderful."

Billy smiled and nodded as he continued to rub the blunt tip up and down her oozing slit. He briefly, teasingly dipped part of the head into her opening and pulled it back out again.

"Yessssssss," she groaned. "I'm completely vulnerable to whatever you want to do with your pe... your huge cock. I want you to... fuck me, baby. Fuck mama with your huge cock."

Rex recoiled in delighted shock. In the almost twenty years they had been together, he had never heard her use the f-word or "cock." Now here she was lewdly imploring her own son to literally fuck her with his huge cock. From the look on Billy's face, he also loved her dirty talk.

The horse-cocked teen levered his giant rod down and forcefully, but not roughly pressed the entire head into her with one slow push.

"Yesssssssss, baby," she groaned. "Use me, take me."

He drew back once more and then dragged his cock up her swollen gash to rub the head directly on her clitoris. She let out a cry of surprise and utter delight, and looked down between her lolling breasts to watch him tease and massage her straining bud with his massive tool.

"Does that feel good, mama?" He asked with a knowing grin as he rubbed his cock harder against her clit.

She squirmed and moaned and then cried; "Gonna make me c-come again!" She gripped the corners of the pillow behind her head and her hips uncontrollably bucked up against his rod as he rubbed faster and faster.

It looked to Rex like she had at least two small orgasms before her body went limp and she panted to catch her breath. By his count, she had orgasmed at least a dozen times tonight.




The Oedipus Complexity Pt. 01



"Put it in me, please," she begged, reaching behind her knees to pull her legs up and apart, splaying her pussy wider. "Fuck me, baby."

Billy dragged the head back down and stirred it around her hole, thoroughly lubricating it with her wetness and his pre-come.

"Ready, mama?" He teased sweetly.

"Yessssssss. Fuck me, baby," she groaned deliriously.

Bracing his hands on top of her knees, Billy pushed forward, plowing into his mother's pussy with a slow, relentless thrust that lasted many seconds before he was fully inside.

"So good," she cried, panting and twisting under him. "Your huge cock feels sooooooo good!"

Her hands fell away from her legs and Billy gripped them behind the knees as she had, holding them up and apart as he dragged back slowly and then shoved in again.

Rex watched the illicit tableau breathlessly. Billy was in complete control, fucking his mother like he'd done it a million times. He and his gigantic cock were totally dominant, and his mother was like a rag doll as he slowly but powerfully fucked in and out with a steady tempo.

"W-wonderful," Helen gasped. "P-push my legs higher so you can fuck me deeper."

Billy shifted his weight forward a little and pushed her legs farther up and apart as he drew back. And then with her as wide as possible, he shoved in harder and faster than before, making his mother scream and gasp for air.

"Yesssssss! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!"

Billy leaned forward a little more and pushed her legs up so high the tops of her thighs were nearly touching her sloshing tits. He drilled in and out faster and faster, his swinging balls slapping wetly on her ass.

Rex realized he was breathing very fast, too, matching their panting gasps as the hugely hung teen relentlessly plowed his cock into his mother who happily lay there taking it with complete surrender. Their intense fucking went on for several minutes and then Rex saw that his stepson's shoulders were hunching and tensing, and his fat balls were drawing up.

"G-gonna come!" Billy groaned, his hips bucking faster yet.

"Yesssssssss!" Helen cried. "Fuck me! Squirt your come inside me!"

Billy plowed in all the way and his entire body arched forward as he let out a guttural groan.

"I feel it!" Helen cried. "I feel it exploding and squirting!"

And then her body arched up and mother and son were humping against each other in unspeakable ecstasy.

Rex's throat went dry. Their whimpering, panting orgasms seemed to go on forever until Billy eventually slowed and then collapsed on top of her. She brought her arms and legs up to hold him tightly and whisper softly, lovingly in his ear. Rex zoomed in the camera again and though Billy's cock was still embedded in her pussy, he could see it was finally deflating. He watched the giant cock soften and shrink and as it did, come oozed out around it to drench the pillow under her ass.

"Honey?" Helen asked softly. "Are you asleep?"

Billy murmured incoherently.

She kissed his cheek and closed her eyes, still clutching him tightly.

Rex watched a minute or so longer until he realized that both were sound asleep, exhausted from their marathon lovemaking. He left the cameras on and went downstairs for a much needed drink.

End Part 1/4



The Oedipus Complexity Pt. 02



Note to readers: Following a lively and mildly inebriated cocktail party conversation on New Year's Eve, this is an effort to combine three of the most popular fetishes/kinks at Literotica and many other places: Mother-son incest, voyeurism and cuckolding. It is wholly fictitious and in no way, shape or form reflects any personal experiences or desires.

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The sound of voices awoke Rex. It took a moment for his head to clear and realize he was at his desk.

Last night suddenly flooded back and he remembered he had fallen asleep watching his wife and her son sleeping. He rubbed his eyes and looked down at the monitors. They were still in the guest room bed but they were no longer asleep. At some point they had turned normally on the bed and had pulled up the covers. They were on their sides, Billy behind his mother.

"And good morning to you, sweetie," Helen said sleepily as she twisted her shoulders and turned to smile at him. She sniffed. "Did you brush your teeth?" She asked, covering her own mouth quickly.

"There's some toothpaste down here. I didn't want to breathe morning breath on you," he smiled.

"Mine must be awful."

Billy shook his head and pulled her hand away from her mouth. "Your breath is wonderful, mama."

Before she could stop him, he pressed his mouth on hers and they began a long, slow kiss.

Rex saw the lump of Billy's hand traveling up under the covers to his mother's top breast. Billy massaged her huge mound and then from the tenting Rex knew the teen was pulling and tweaking her nipple. Helen moaned into his mouth.

Billy broke the kiss and they both looked down as he pushed the covers aside to expose both her lolling breasts.

"I love your titties so much, I could suck and squeeze them all day," he said scooting down a little to suckle the fat bud.

His mother sighed and ran her hands through his hair as he kneaded and loudly sucked the spongy mound.

"Feels so good," she whispered. She lazily rubbed his back for a moment and then said; "And how is your penis this morning?"

He pulled his mouth away from her nipple and scooted back up the bed. "Can you do me a little favor? It's silly, but..."

She caressed his face. "Of course. What is it?"

"I know it's kinda dirty, but can you call it cock instead of penis. I guess it's just a dumb word to me."

She smiled wider and pulled him down for a brief kiss. "And how is your huge cock this morning, baby? Is it ready to fuck mama's little pussy again?"

Billy's eyes widened. "I love that. I love it when you talk like that. And yes," he paused, causing her eyes to widen when he pressed himself against her backside, "my cock wants to fuck your little pussy so bad."

"Does it ever get soft, baby?" She smiled in amazement.

Watching Billy kick the covers off the bed to reveal their naked bodies pressed together, Rex was glad that he'd nodded off before shutting down the computer and cameras last night. Missing this would have been a crime.

"Scooch down just a little," Helen said raising her top leg.

Billy moved down a little and his mother reached between her legs.

"A little lower," she whispered.

Billy got the idea and scooted more until she could grasp his steely cock and pull it between her legs. The huge rod poked through her plump thighs and the top of the shaft slid along her puffy slit. She turned her shoulder away from him and moved her hips slowly.

"Will you put it in me like this?" She cooed, looking down at his leaking cock as she draped her leg over his hip. "Will you fuck me like this slow and gentle, baby?"

"Yesssssss," he groaned, moving his hips back and forth slowly, rubbing the shaft against her little slit.

She raised her leg even higher. "Put it in me, honey. Put your cock in my pussy. I want it so badly."

Billy levered his hips to drag the oozing head to her opening. She gasped softly and gripped a pillow when he gently pressed the tip inside her.

"Very, very slow," she panted. "Mama's tight little pussy is a little sore from your huge cock."

Billy pulled his cock out to slide it along her slit again, coating its steely hardness with her dripping lubrication.

Rex had to take a piss so badly it hurt, but he wasn't going to miss a second of this.

Billy dragged his cock down again and gently eased the tip inside his mother. He rocked back and forth, feeding her a fraction of it at a time until the head was securely inside her.

"Do you want me to flex it?" He asked with a smile.

"W-what's tha..." she trailed off and her eyes bulged. "What is that?"

"When I flex it, the whole thing but especially head gets bigger."

"Do it again, baby," she whispered breathlessly.

This time Rex saw the giant cock swell bigger and knew the fat head was ballooning inside her.

"That's, that's amazing," Helen gasped. "Do it again and push in a little more."

She groaned loudly when Billy complied with both requests and then she could only whimper as her son took her again, gently and slowly feeding her more and more of his giant cock.

To Rex, it seemed to take more, much more than a minute before the teen's cock was fully buried in his mother's sopping pussy.

"Yesssssss," Helen gasped. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me with your big cock. Feels soooo good."

Holding onto her hip, he stroked into his mother slowly and gently for some time before he began to move faster and more urgently.

"Are you ready, honey?" She cooed. "Is your big cock ready to fill me full of your come?"

"Y-yeah," he gasped, his hips bucking faster and faster.

"Fuck me, baby!" She cried. "Pound your cock into mama's little hole!"

Rex had no doubt she was fully aware how much the filthy words were inflaming her son. And he was just as certain they were adding to her own arousal.

Billy let out a deep moan and slammed into her with unbridled lust. His mother whimpered continuously and thrust back at him, their sex-drenched flesh slapping loudly.

"G-gonna squirt!" Billy bellowed.

"Fill me with your come, baby," Helen cried and then a split second later it was clear she was coming too.

Rex couldn't have torn his eyes away even if he wanted to, and he sure as hell didn't. Their lovemaking last night, had been mostly passionate and gentle, but this morning their fucking was much more primal. There was a hungry need and breathless urgency to their almost bestial coupling. And it went on and on for a long minute before Billy slowed and then stopped.

"Wow," he panted. "That was... was..."

"Wonderful, hard fucking," Helen panted. "Sometimes it's nice to make love. Sometimes it's nice to fuck like wild animals."

"Y-yeah and I want to do all of it all of the time."

"So do I, baby. But we have to stop for the time being. I'm going to be sore down there for a day or two."

"Days?" Billy asked softly.

She twisted her upper body back toward him and smiled. "You know there are all kinds of other things I can and want to do for you, honey. But we're going to have to give my pussy a little break."

"Sorry. You're right."

"That's okay," she said. "And we need to get upstairs. Your stepfather is probably wondering if he needs to send a search party for us."

"Yeah. And I'm pretty hungry," Billy said, starting to slowly pull his still-hard cock out of her.

"You're officially a man," she laughed. "Sex and food. Food and sex."

Billy grinned and levered back until his cock slipped out of her with a squishy "plop."

Helen looked at it. "Can you make it go down?"

"Since I probably shouldn't walk around the house like this, we're gonna find out if a cold shower really does work."

Rex quickly shut down the computer and monitors. He jumped up from the desk and bolted to their bedroom where he yanked down the covers and messed up the bed like it had been slept in. He dashed to the bathroom and cranked on the shower as he tore off his clothes and threw them in the hamper. He hopped in the shower and pissed while he lathered up before a quick rinse, and then he was done.

Helen hadn't seen him naked since the night before their wedding when he drunkenly told her and foolishly showed her his tiny broken penis. She might not do it intentionally, but subconsciously she would compare him to Billy if she saw it now. She would undoubtedly do that anyway, but he didn't want to encourage her with visual aids. He darted to his closet and almost tore a pair of undershorts yanking them up. She was going to walk in any second. He threw on a shirt and pants and then forced himself to calm down.

He stepped out of the closet and no more than two or three seconds later, Helen came into their room wrapped in a towel from the guest bathroom. She gave him a cautious smile that he returned brightly and warmly.

"It went well?" He asked conversationally, as if she had just returned from a play or a movie.

She was a little wary. "Right now I'm more concerned about your state of mind."

"I'm fine," he smiled. "No regrets, recriminations or worries on my part." He paused. "How about you? Any of that?"

She hesitated and then smiled. "None. I'm fine. I'd worked through everything so many times... And he was even more eager and receptive than I hoped. So, to answer your first question, it went well. Very well."

"Everything you hoped for?" Rex was genuinely pleased and it showed.

"It's still a little surreal, but yes it was everything I hoped for and then some." She paused and asked: "Do you want me to tell you anything?"

"Did he, um, measure up to your expectations?"

"Beyond my wildest imaginings. Bigger even than his father," she said, shaking her head in wonder.

"How, uh, how...?" He asked, raising his hands palms together and then pulling apart.

"He told me, exactly, if you want to know."

Rex already knew, but he had to play the part. He shrugged and nodded. "Sure. Why not?"

"Nine and a quarter inches. And a very thick seven around," Helen said softly.

He feigned astonishment. "Wow. I assume you did... things several times."

She smiled. "I don't blame you if you don't want to talk about it. We don't have to discuss it."

Rex fought back a laugh. He knew that she wanted to talk about it. And, it would be healthy to discuss it up front, openly and honestly.

"I'm not going to lie and say I'm not curious," he said.

She nodded and closed the door before padding across the room to sit on the side of the bed. "The first time was with my hands. He was ready again immediately and I used my mouth." She shook her head in wonder. "He has so much come, every time, that it's mind boggling. After I took him in my mouth, I let him suck my breasts and then I let him come between them." She smiled at her husband in amazement. "And that was all in probably less than an hour."

"Wow. Did you... well... consummate?"

Her eyes went distant for a moment. "If this is too detailed, stop me. Please."

"Not at all." He was enjoying her descriptions and curious to see if she left anything out. "Please, continue."

"Then I showed him my vagina and how to rub my clitoris." She shivered a little.

"You're still aroused. Aren't you?"

She looked at the floor. "Yes. I'm sorry, Rex."

"Don't be. An afterglow and continued desire are positive emotions. If you didn't have them, then negative feelings could creep in. And we don't want that, for your sake and his, right?"

She nodded and smiled at him. "Thank you. Do you want me to continue?"

"You were about to get to the best part," he smiled before turning serious. "And, it's healthy to talk about it in a positive light. Go on, please."

"Backing up a little, I came when he sucked my breasts." She gave him a mildly concerned look. "That's never happened before."

"I've never seen any research on the subject, but I'm sure there are plenty of women with nipple sensitivity great enough to achieve orgasm from that stimulation alone."

"But it's never happened to me."

"That's also a positive. Your maternal pull toward him and love for him is remarkably strong. We already knew that. That you climaxed through the act of nursing him, even though you're not lactating, shows the subconscious, instinctive depth of your caring for and desire to nurture him. You gave him your breasts, the primary external focus of motherhood, and suckling him gave you pleasure back. I think it's... Well, as they say, that's awesome."

"Think so?" She smiled. 

"Absolutely. And, I'm pretty sure there are studies that show many women do experience some degree of arousal when nursing." He smiled. "Relax about it."

Helen nodded. "Thank you. You're so smart and caring."

"As I've said many times, seeing you and Billy happy is what matters most to me."

"I love you, Rex. I really, really do."

"I know and I love you, too." He leaned on the dresser. "Anyway, you showed him how to stimulate your clitoris and then...?"

"I had him use his fingers to loosen me up before we made love the first time."

Rex smiled. "Not 'had sex' or 'screwed' or 'fucked,' but 'made love.' That's incredibly positive, and obviously, loving."

Her blush came back. "Well, we did... fuck. The last time. And again this morning."

He nodded. "Nothing wrong with that either. What about the first time, the lovemaking?"

Her eyes went distant again and he watched her unconsciously rub herself on the bed.

"It was wonderful. Completely wonderful. He was so sweet and slow and gentle that it actually made me cry in happiness. He was very patient, and he's so big that it took forever to get it all the way inside me. When it was in, he showed more restraint and self-control than I would have guessed possible for a young man on his first time. It was total bliss."

"Did he orgasm inside you?"

"Oh, yes. Did he ever." She shook her head and smiled, obviously reliving the moment. "He's so big I couldn't do anything but let him take me. When he came, it was like a fire hose spraying inside of me. That was fourth time in an hour or so and the amount of come was like it was the first time."

"He was depleted then?"

"No. We tried it with me on top, but he's so big, I literally couldn't do it. After that we went back to missionary with a pillow under my fanny and I... I... Well, I more or less made him dominate me and... fuck me. I lost ALL of my remaining few inhibitions and became... slutty."

"Again, that's a positive. Shedding your inhibitions and giving yourself to him completely and wantonly, was an act of sacrifice. You completely yielded yourself and you enjoyed it as well?"

"I'm almost ashamed to admit that I loved it. I talked dirty. I... I begged him to fuck me with his huge cock."

"And it felt good to talk like that?"

"Yes. It was very exciting. We did it like that for a few minutes before we climaxed together and fell asleep."

"Wow. He orgasmed, copiously, five times in the span of how long?"

"I have no idea, but probably not much more than an hour."

"Even for an eighteen year old, that's remarkable," Rex said shaking his head in wonder. "And then again this morning?"

"He woke me up sweetly and gently. He'd sneaked to brush his teeth and then kissed me before I had a chance to brush mine."

"Your morning breath isn't bad at all."

"Really?" She put her hand in front of her face and blew into it. "It's not that good either. We were laying on our sides, spooning and he entered me from behind. It started out slow lovemaking and then he wanted me to talk dirty again and before long we were... fucking like animals."

"Enjoyable?"

"Very. It's part of me that even I've never seen before."

"You're discovering all kinds of things about yourself, your desires and abilities. You're continuing to grow and that's enormously positive." He smiled and then added: "And that was all for this morning? He wasn't recharged for another five rounds?"

"He was, but someone had to get us out of bed. And, more importantly, my vagina is sore."

Rex suddenly realized where this was logically heading and it made him uncomfortable. "It's been a long time since you've had intercourse. And then... three or four times?" He asked.

"Four."

"And you said his girth is quite large. With that combination, some soreness is inevitable."

She nodded. "But, I'm just worried that I might have gotten torn a little bit. Would you check for me please?"

That was exactly where he'd suspected this was headed and it scared him. It scared him because he wanted to so badly it made his knees weak.

"I can get you a mirror," he offered.

"It's not the same," Helen said. "Please?"

He smiled and held up his hands. "Okay. It looks like you're already on as good as any examining table."

"And a lot more comfortable than a gynecologists contraption," she smiled.

"Let me wash my hands," he said, going to the bathroom.

He looked at himself in the mirror while he scrubbed his hands. He hadn't wanted, planned, expected or hoped to get drawn in so deeply, because it would only remind of him of his impotence. But this arrangement was for them, he reminded himself, and if checking her was part of making them happy... He dried his hands and then tossed the towel and caution aside.

Helen had scooted up on the bed and was reclining on a stack of pillows. Except for the towel and that her legs were together, Rex couldn't help but notice her positioning was virtually identical to when she had first shown her vagina to her son last night.

"As they say at the office, assume the position," he said with a smile.

She laughed harder than the weak joke deserved and then, completely unnecessarily, she opened the towel. Rex fought back a little gasp at the sight of her inviting nakedness. Her heavy, lolling breasts still looked slightly bloated and flushed, and her nipples were quite erect. She reached back to grasp the corners of the pillow under her head and then with a transparently coy slowness, she opened her legs wide and braced her feet on the edge of the mattress.

Rex knew he should leave immediately, but he was powerless to resist her, and was growing more mindless with each beat of his racing heart.

"Let's take a look," he said, kneeling next to the bed.

With shocking suddenness, he was assaulted by the heady, pungent smell of sex. She absolutely reeked of it. It was an intoxicating mixture of sweat and musk and come that blended into a dizzying aroma that made his stomach twist in knots of aching excitement. He struggled in vain to clear his thoughts, and then he noticed that the tops of her inner thighs had a light, almost indiscernible dried glazing of their incestuously mingled fuck fluids. And then his gaze shifted to her vagina and he held back a gasp: Her dark pubic hair was matted and flecked with older and fresher, much fresher fluids.

"I probably should have a showered first," she said softly, a tiny hitch in her voice, "but I didn't want to cause more irritation."

"No, that's... that's fine," he said woodenly. He scooted closer and his nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. "I need to push your legs a little higher and wider."

"Whatever you need," she said, her voice weak and thick.

He concentrated to keep his hands from trembling when he put them behind her knees to lift and push her legs apart. Her swollen labia opened a little and he saw that she was drenched with wetness. He moved his hands to the sides of her pubic hair and said: "Touching now."

"I know you're a doctor, but you don't have to say all that," she said softly.

"Old habits die hard," he smiled. "I'm going to open you now."




The Oedipus Complexity Pt. 02



She let out a long, soft breath when he gently pulled the puffy outer lips apart to expose her slick, shiny inner labia.

"I should warn you that some of his come, a lot of it, is still inside me," she said. "The pain was such that I couldn't bear down even a little to push it out. I'm sorry."

"No, I understand. That's fine," he lied back to her blatant lie. All she had to do was sit on the toilet and let gravity empty her.

He opened her wider and leaned a little closer. The scent of sex was almost palpable.

"Overall it does appear to be mildly inflamed. But, again, after your prolonged abstinence, and with someone of his size, that's to be expected. Is there a particular, specific location of pain?"

"T-the bottom," she breathed heavily.

"That's the most common place for tearing, especially from a very thick penis. May I touch?"

"Yes." Her voice was barely a whisper.

"I need a little lubrication. I can get some jelly or... use what's available."

She swallowed and said; "I don't mind."

Rex's heart skipped a beat when, from the corner of his eye, he saw she was slowly, surreptitiously, moving her hands to her stomach, just like she had done last night when she massaged Billy's come out of her vagina. He hesitated for a second and then she let out a tiny whimper when he slid his finger inside her labia to coat the tip. He moved his left hand up over her pubic thatch and stretched two fingers down to hold her fat lips apart.

"Probing," he said, aware that his voice sounded distant and hollow.

Her breath caught when he carefully inserted the tip of his finger into her opening. Starting at the top, he gently felt along the outer circumference and was moving to the bottom when a thick glob of come oozed out. From the corner of his eye he saw her fingers pressing ever so slightly into her belly.

"Did you feel that discharge?" He asked.

"A l-little. I'm so sorry," she said weakly.

"That's okay. There's more?"

"Yes," she whispered. "Do you want me to use the toilet?"

"Well, we're already positioned. Tell you what, lift your rear and I'll pull the towel down."

She let her hands drop to her sides and rose up enough so he could slide the towel down under her bottom. He glanced up. Her head was turned sideways and her eyes were closed. Her respiration was fast and shallow, causing her enormous breasts to wobble heavily. And most noticeably, her nipples were much more swollen than moments ago, leaving no doubt she was thoroughly aroused.

"You said his ejaculations are quite heavy?"

"Massive," she whispered.

"And the entire one from this morning is still inside?"

"Y-yes."

"It's getting in the way of my examination, so we need to get it out. I'm going to massage your tummy to push it out. Okay?"

She reached up to grab the corners of the pillow and said "Okay," in a barely audible whisper.

"Just relax and let it go," he said, sliding his right hand up to her stomach while his left kept her swollen lips pried apart.

Her breathing quickened and her body stiffened a little as he started massaging in slow circles, gradually increasing pressure as he worked lower.

Suddenly, she gasped and a heavy wad of come slid out of her.

"Still more?" He asked.

"A lot, lot more," she whispered.

Rubbing a little faster, he pressed harder and an even bigger glob oozed out.

"This is from his... sixth ejaculation in less than twelve hours?"

"Yes. It's incredible," Helen rasped.

"With this much volume, his... eruptions must be very forceful. You said you could feel the actual ejaculations themselves?"

"Yes," she said in a quavering voice. "They were very hot and powerful."

"Immensely pleasurable, I assume?"

"Yesss."

She groaned and then another wad of come, larger than others gurgled out of her.

"Was there difference in strength comparing his lovemaking orgasms to the... Well, to the fucking ones?"

"They were all wonderful in their own way," she sighed. "But it seems the fucking ones were a little stronger because he was... pounding me harder." She gasped and her hips twisted. "Here comes the rest of it."

Rex's eyes bulged as the biggest lump of come yet poured out of her. And then there was another and another, so many that they turned into a constant flow that quickly became a saucer-sized puddle on the towel.

"My word," Rex breathed heavily, continuing to massage her belly just above her pubic mound.

The river of come finally slowed to a trickle and then stopped.

"That could be some kind of record. Seriously," he said, being completely serious. "Is that all?"

"I think so. Do you want me to bear down?"

"Not if it hurts."

"It's not as bad lying back like this."

He resumed massaging and said; "Push."

Her body stiffened and one last little bit trickled out.

"That's all," she said, sounding almost disappointed.

"Let me clean you up a little and get rid of the towel."

"Thank you," she sighed.

He glanced up at her again. Her eyes were still tightly shut. Her breathing was a little faster, her breasts wobbling more and her nipples were so hard they looked painful.

Rex pulled on the towel and she raised her rear so he could remove it. He wadded up the center part and used the edges to clean her as thoroughly as possible. "I need a damp cloth."

He went to their bathroom and quickly soaked a fresh washcloth in hot water. He squeezed out the excess, and grabbed another towel before he returned to kneel in front of her again.

Helen breathed heavily when he draped the cloth over her pubic area and pressed down on it a little. He let the warmth and moisture sink in for a moment, and then he pressed his finger through the cloth to rub and clean gently, making her whimper a little.

"I'm not intentionally trying to arouse you further," he lied.

She nodded without looking at him. He doubted she believed it either.

He used the cloth to clean the outer parts and thick hair before patting her dry with the towel. "Okay," he said, opening her again. "Let's finish this up. Probing."

There was so much fresh wetness that the tip of his finger easily slipped inside. She let out a little moan and then her hips twisted as he circled his finger just inside her opening while he gently pried it apart for a better look.

"There's minor redness at the bottom, but it's not torn," he said thickly. "I want to probe in a little deeper."

"Yesssss," she breathed heavily.

The last of both their facades were crumbling rapidly. He pushed his finger halfway in and then withdrew it. "Does it literally take your breath away when he pushes into you?"

"It fills me so full and deep and wide," she whispered, "it really is like the air is getting pushed out."

Rex inched his finger forward again and this time her hips pushed back a little.

"Is it tapered, or have a bulbous head?"

"The head is w-wider, much wider than the shaft," she groaned, her hips twisting more.

"Does the head swell up even more when he starts shooting into you?" He asked, see-sawing his finger faster as she ground against it.

"T-the whole thing s-swells up. It's like a ripple that races up the shaft and then head balloons huge when it squirts."

"Were your nipples as hard when he sucked them as they are now?"

"Harder. He nibbled them and that's when I came."

"Touch them now. Let me see you pull your nipples," he said, finger-fucking her faster and deeper.

Her hands came up to mash her heaving breasts together and then she started pulling her nipples.

"Yes, like that," Rex said thickly. He eased a second finger into her clasping hole. "You know, if you fuck that giant cock long enough, enough times, he's going to ruin you for anyone else."

"He a-already has," she moaned, pulling her nipples roughly and humping against his fingers with mounting need. "There isn't another cock so perfect."

"When he rubbed your clit, did he lick it?"

"I wouldn't let him."

"Why not?"

"Because of you."

"What?" Rex stopped and looked up. He was genuinely caught off guard.

"He fucks me better than anyone else can, but back when you used to kiss and lick me, no one could possibly do it any better."

Something in his mind snapped. "Do you want me to suck your pussy now?" He heard himself asking distantly.

"Yesssssssssssss! Please!"

He couldn't think straight. He felt like he was having an out-of-body experience.

"Please! I need it so bad!" Helen sobbed.

And so did Rex.

She cried out when he leaned down and swiped his tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top and used his fingers to pry the lips apart to get at her clitoris. It had been many, many years since he'd last tasted her, and her juices were every bit as sweet as he remembered. He locked his lips around the little bud and lashed it with his tongue. Her entire body began to shake violently and he cupped her humping ass to hold her so could he keep sucking her clitoris.

Suddenly, she cried out and he knew she was coming. He knew exactly how work her little love bud and he did so, making her come again and again until she finally passed out.

*****

Rex wasn't particularly eager for it, but knew he needed to talk with Billy.

After tucking his sex-exhausted wife into bed, he went downstairs and to his pleasant surprise, his stepson was making breakfast.

"Bacon and pancakes. Doesn't get any better," Rex said.

Billy grinned. "They're the only two non-microwaveable things I know how to cook."

"Good survival skills. Most guys could live off those two things alone." He went to start coffee.

"Uh, is mom coming down soon? This is almost ready."

Rex took the opening. "She's sleeping. Apparently you wore her out last night, and this morning," he said with a smile.

Billy blushed and looked away quickly.

"I know it's awkward. We don't have to talk about it..."

"But we should," Billy finished for him.

"Yes, probably. Your mother filled me in on some of the details before she fell asleep."

Billy hesitated and then said: "What kind of details?"

"Well, first off, she's a little sore down there and needs to take a day or so off from... intercourse."

"Yeah. That's what she said. I didn't hurt her, did I?"

"No. The soreness is normal because she hasn't had intercourse for a long, long time, and because, it sounds like you're quite... large."

Billy shrugged. After a moment, he looked at Rex and asked; "We can talk about anything?"

"Absolutely. Everything is on the table."

"Last night you said you got an injury that broke... damaged your..."

"My 'junk' as they say nowadays, has not functioned for a long, long time."

"There's not any meds or an operation that can fix it?"

"I was hit by a fastball that did permanent, irreparable damage." He smiled. "I'm the poster boy for why you should always wear a cup playing sports, especially baseball."

"That's fu... totally sucks."

"Yes, but you learn to move on."

Billy nodded. "That was before you met mom?"

"Long before."

"So you guys never did... it?"

"No. Sex is important, but it's not everything. And there are other ways to... pleasure a woman."

"So you guys have... messed around?"

"Nothing for quite a while." Not until a few minutes ago, Rex said to himself.

"How come you stopped?"

"No one particular reason, but mainly it's part of getting older." He poured coffee. "Right now sex is probably the main thing you think about. Right?"

Billy chuckled. "Yeah. Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me because it's all I think about."

"There have been numerous studies that show the average adult male thinks about sex every seven seconds. Even more frequently with younger ones."

"Wow."

"You've got a lot of company. At any rate, at your age it's perfectly normal and healthy to think about it all the time. As you get older, it will remain a preoccupation, but less so."

"Hope it gets less. Ready to eat?"

"Starving. I'll get the plates and silverware," Rex said.

They got everything to the table and sat across from each other. They ate in silence for a few moments until Billy said; "This is really awkward, so I'm just gonna blurt it out. Okay?"

"Fire away."

"Are you jealous?"

"No. I'm probably a little envious of your... endowment. But I'm not jealous of what you and mother shared last night and will undoubtedly continue to share. I love your mother very much so I want her to be happy and have whatever she wants and needs. I can't give her what you can in terms of physical pleasure, so I'm very happy to encourage you to give it to her." He paused. "That's essentially what love is; putting the other person's wants and needs above yours."

Billy chewed in silence for a moment. "Whose idea was it for her and I to... You know?"

"That's tricky." Rex paused. "I'll be blunt; I don't know exactly what your mother has told you about your father, and I don't want to get into all of it right now except to say that apparently he was also very well endowed. Obviously that's where your gift came from. As your mother might have said and displayed last night, size, penis size, really does matter to most women. The bigger the penis, the more it fills and pleasures her."

"So I guess I really am luckier than most."

"Yes," Rex nodded. "At any rate, it's also frequently true that once a woman has enjoyed a very large penis, smaller ones are sometimes not adequate to give her the same levels of excitement and fulfillment."

"Like they get spoiled?"

"Exactly. Your mother has never said it, but I'm sure that was an important factor when she married me, knowing that I couldn't do anything at all for her in that department. We've never spoken about it, but I would guess she thought she would not meet a man of similar size and that part of her life was over and it was time for different... priorities."

"You mean forgetting about sex?"

Rex nodded.

"But you said you guys did some messing around a long time ago?"

"You can't turn those needs off overnight, but as time goes on they fade away. With your mom, those needs had been long gone until about six months ago, and then it went into hyper-drive when she was at the doctor's office with you last week. Apparently you got an erection during the examination?"

Billy blushed. "I couldn't help it, and it didn't get completely... hard."

"Don't worry about it, Bill. It happens all the time, especially with younger men. Someone other than yourself is touching you and... It happens."

"But it's still embarrassing."

"Remember what I've told you many times; Embarrassment is an internal emotion only you can inflict upon yourself."

Billy nodded.

"Anyway, your mother caught a quick glimpse of your erection -semi-erection- during the examination and it really, really reawakened desires and needs she hadn't had for a long time. And it happened at a very important time in her life. Do you know what menopause is?"

"Not really."

"When women are in their late thirties, early forties, their bodies begin to change."

"Mom's thirty nine?"

"Don't let her hear you say that," Rex smiled. "Thirty eight and one quarter."

"I'll remember that," Billy grinned.

"You better, for your own sake," Rex laughed and then turned serious. "What happens mainly is that their reproductive system goes a little or a lot haywire because it's getting too old to make babies and it's shutting down. It's part of the aging process. It can change them physically and emotionally in many ways. For the time being, we'll stick to the sex part. If you want to know more, I'll fill you in later."

Billy nodded. "Sure. Sounds kinda interesting."

"It is. So, about the sex part. When they start to reach menopause, most women lose all interest in sex. Their bodies slow and eventually stop producing estrogen. But, there are some women who go in the other direction, and they can't get enough sex. Those women are fairly rare. Your mother is one of them." He paused a moment to let that sink in. "The other thing to keep in mind is that through some strange and perhaps, cruel trick of nature, males reach their sexual peak in their late teens and women do it later, typically in their mid to late thirties. With them it's partly, but not exclusively due to the onset of menopause. Human biology, especially when mixed with emotions, is a very complicated thing. That's why I enjoy being a doctor; It's endlessly fascinating."

"Just so I got it straight, a psychiatrist is a medical doctor that knows regular medicine and mental stuff?"

"Yep. Supposedly we can do it all. But what it really means is that we can screw up a lot more things."

Billy laughed.

Rex grinned. "Back to the sex stuff, the important stuff. Your mother is in perimenopause, which means she hasn't really started the full process, but some of the changes are starting to take effect. Specifically, for this discussion, her reproductive clock, that had been on snooze for many years, started waking up about six months ago. And then it woke up all the way, suddenly, when she saw you in the doctor's office. It wasn't on purpose or conscious. Basically, her body just said 'I want that.' Once that kind of physical switch is thrown, it floods into the subconscious: that means thoughts we're not aware of having. Then that filters into the conscious, which are thoughts we do direct and control." He paused. "Is this getting a little too technical?"

"I don't think so. You're saying mom got turned on without realizing she got turned on?"

"Yes. It wasn't intentional. Seeing your penis stirred a purely physical reaction that caused memories of sex with your father, and the pleasure of his large size, to bubble up from her subconscious."

"And she's also at her sexual peak?"

"Yes. It was a perfect storm. Several pieces came together suddenly at precisely the same time."

"So she's not in control of herself?"

"No. The exact opposite. Once she became aware of what had reawakened at the doctor's office, she was shocked and very upset with herself. Before that, what you two shared last night was unimaginable to her. Nothing like that had ever entered her mind. Suddenly it was the only thing she could think about. So we talked several times over many hours, and after we worked through it, we both decided that you two becoming lovers, physical lovers, would be far more beneficial than harmful, no matter what anyone else might think."

"Wow. That's a lot of deep stuff."

"Yes and no. In many ways it's simple and direct. You're at your peak, she's at hers. I can't fulfill her sexual needs that have recently been reawakened, you can. She was conditioned to the pleasures of a very large penis, which you have. You two have always had the most loving mother and son relationship I've ever seen, and sex and love frequently go together." He paused. "The list of positives goes on. The negatives are far fewer."

"Like what?"

"The most obvious is that it's illegal."

"It is?"

"Yes. But like many laws, especially old ones, and ancient taboos, they're not always correct in every circumstance. In most instances, an older male family member initiating physical relations with a younger female member is wrong. But reverse it, older female with younger male, and it isn't quite so clear cut. Throughout the history of civilization there have been many cultures that encourage older females to teach younger males about sex. For example; did you learn anything last night?"

"Lots," Billy nodded eagerly.

"Among other things, she probably showed you how to be gentle. That's especially important for you because you're so big. From the sound of it, you really could hurt a woman."

"That's why I was, am, worried I hurt her."

"I examined her. She's fine, just a little sore. So, you see? Last night you learned about being gentle and careful. If your first time had been with a woman your age, you might not have known what to do and you could have hurt her. In time, you will have other physical relationships and those women will benefit from what your mother is teaching you."




The Oedipus Complexity Pt. 02



"Guess that does make a lot of sense. What other negatives?"

"Again, the main one is the legal and then societal problems. If anyone besides us were to ever find out, most would disapprove very strongly. Family would shun us. We'd lose friends. My career would be over. Use your imagination. That's why you can never tell anyone, not even Dave or Mark."

"They wouldn't believe me, anyway. They think she's the hottest mil... mom, ever."

"Please." Rex said gently. "Don't even joke about it."

"Sorry. I swear I will never tell anyone."

"It's okay. A lot of guys like to brag. Don't. And you have to always remember to be careful when you're away from here with her or we have company. You might want to, but you can't show her any unusual physical affection in front of others. That one's easy to fall into. Say you're in a store or whatever and she's wearing tight clothing that's driving you wild. If you're not paying attention, you might forget where you are and touch her inappropriately. You see it all the time; men touching their wives and girlfriends without realizing they're doing it."

"Got it."

"I'm being very cautious because I don't want anything bad to happen to either of you. When it's just the two of you or three of us here, you two may do anything you want as long as it's not in a window or outside." He smiled. "That's a lot of information to digest. Anything else you can think of?"

"Yeah. You talked about her 'reproductive' stuff. Can she get pregnant? We didn't use any... protection."

"No. There were complications when you were born. She can't get pregnant. But that's smart and considerate you thought about that. Very smart. But, in the future, with other women, you'll obviously want to deal with that before intercourse. Most guys, of any age, don't think about it until it's frequently too late." He paused. "Anything else?"

Billy thought for a moment and then shook his head. "Not right now."

Rex stood. "I've got a ton of work upstairs. If you think of anything else that you don't understand or want to get off your chest, or whatever, don't hesitate to talk to me. This is an unusual situation that will create some unusual conversations. And we don't want to hide anything from each other."

"Got it." Billy glanced around and stood. "What's the bigger shock; that I cooked or that I'm going to clean up?"

"You're a new man already," Rex laughed. "I'll be in my office with my door shut to do some dictation. But don't hesitate to knock."

"You bet. And thanks, Rex. Thank you for everything."

"You're more than welcome."

Rex felt great about the conversation. Billy was a little naive, thanks to his mother's constant doting and hovering, but he was fairly bright and had clearly suffered no immediate or apparent psychological ill-effects from having sex with his own mother. If they followed a few simple, common sense precautions, it was going to be a good thing. Rex's only regret was allowing Helen to control him in their bedroom earlier. Yet, he wasn't sure if it bothered him for any reason beyond his self-diagnosed OCD to always be in control of everything at all times.

He went upstairs and cracked the bedroom door to check on his wife. She was still asleep, curled up on her side facing away from the door. The blankets had fallen down her backside, revealing that she was still naked. He thought about covering her up, but decided this would be a perfect opportunity to do a little more video voyeuring if Billy peeked in to check on her. He opened the door halfway and went to his office.

He really didn't feel like working. He would have much preferred to start editing the video from last night and this morning. Between the various cameras, there had to be at least four hours that needed to be edited to half of that before being added to the other secret videos he'd made of Helen in their bedroom over the past six months. He knew he shouldn't keep any of them, let alone make them in the first place, but they had become his favorite keepsakes and he couldn't bear the thought of parting with them.

And in many ways, all of this had begun as a direct result of video.

A little more than six months before Billy and his mother's fateful trip to the family doctor's office for his annual physical, Rex had made a shocking and emotionally sickening discovery one night when he was getting into bed. When he pulled the covers the back, he saw a stain on the bottom sheet. He didn't have to be a doctor, or a detective to realize it was a dried sex stain. His head swam and he almost vomited; Helen was having an affair. And even worse, in his own bed.

Long after she had come to bed that night and was sound asleep next to him, he stared into the darkness wondering what to do. On the one hand he understood that she had needs. Normal needs that she had long ago put aside because of his impotency. From time to time over the years, he had suspected that she might be seeing someone else. There was never any evidence beyond suspicion, but she was pretty enough and her figure so utterly, incredibly desirable that he knew she probably got hit on frequently. He had always pushed his fears and suspicions aside as nothing more than a manifestation of his own insecurities.

The stain changed that. Now there was undeniable proof of sexual activity. And in his own damn bed. He considered the direct route, confronting her first thing in the morning before she had the opportunity to change the sheets. But, he also knew she could reasonably argue that she'd had some kind of discharge or leakage. After a lot of thinking, he decided it would be best if he had direct evidence. Irrefutable video evidence, before he confronted her about her infidelity.

The next day he took the afternoon off and went to a store in a nearby mall that specialized in surveillance equipment. He settled on an alarm clock with a motion-activated hidden camera and wi-fi capability to transmit directly to the computer in his office next to the bedroom. He hurried home before Billy got back from classes, and Helen returned from the ladies-only spa she went to almost every afternoon. He put the spy-clock on his dresser across from the foot of the bed and then installed the software and tested it repeatedly to be absolutely certain the camera was broadcasting only to his computer and not any of theirs.

That night when they were going to bed, he saw that the sheets had been changed. She was covering her tracks. She casually asked about the new alarm clock and he told her that a colleague from the hospital had given it to him as a late gag birthday present because Rex was a little late most days.

For the second night in a row, Rex got very little sleep. And the next day dragged on with agonizing slowness until he finally got home and went up to his office after dinner to "work." Before he started the video, the meter showed it had recorded for a total of forty two minutes since nine this morning, long after he was gone for work and Billy was at school. Realizing that his life was probably about to change in a very negative way, and fully understanding that he would never be able to unsee what he was about to see, he started the video.

It came to life showing Helen coming into the bedroom. She was still in the frumpy flannel nightshirt she slept in. She closed and locked the door and then went to her closet where he couldn't see her. A long moment passed and then she came back into view wearing only panties and the overstuffed sports bra she slept in. She was carrying a shoe box. She set the box in the middle of the bed and leaned down to skim off her panties.

Rex suddenly realized she was almost certainly about to masturbate. His heart soared. She wasn't having an affair. That stain had been caused by her self-pleasuring. The weight of the world came off his shoulders. He knew he should turn the camera off instantly -this was a terrible violation of her privacy- but he couldn't stop watching.

She stepped out of her panties and he beheld the wildly overgrown triangle of dark hair between her legs for the first time in many years. It wasn't like she hid herself from him, but due to their schedules and the fact that they didn't have sex, he very rarely saw her fully nude. He was sure if he wanted, she would let him look to his eyes and heart's content, but he didn't want to because it would only be frustrating. Or so he had thought.

The undoubtedly clean but wholly unkempt condition of her pubic bush also told him she wasn't seeing someone else; she would never let a lover see her like that, especially in this day and age when so many women, and men, shaved and waxed off all their pubic hair.

He watched as she strained a little to open the front clasps of the overburdened sports bra and then her enormous breasts tumbled free to jut and sway heavily. Overall, she had put on very little weight over the years, and it looked like most of it had gone to her breasts. They were breathtakingly monumental in their size, shape and firmness. He knew she spent a lot on bras, and it was clear they were worth every penny.

She stretched out on the bed and, to his utter disappointment, she kicked the covers lower and they bunched up to create a barrier that prevented him from seeing anything except the top of her head. But while he couldn't see anything, he could hear her rummaging in the box, followed by the faint electric hum of a vibrator, and then in short order labored breathing and then little cries of pleasure as she made herself orgasm.

When she was done, she sat up and looked down between her legs and he was pretty sure she was checking to see if she'd left another mess on the sheet. Apparently she hadn't because after taking the box back to the closet, she made up the bed and then he heard the shower go on.

Rex slept soundly that night. In the morning he thought about getting rid of the spy clock, but decided it would look odd if he removed it so soon. So, he left it in place and every evening after dinner, he went to his office to watch what she'd done earlier in the day.

She masturbated at least once a day during the week, sometimes twice, occasionally three times. He couldn't help but wonder if she'd always done this, or if it was relatively new. His guess was that it was newer mainly because there had never been a stain on the sheet before -at least one he'd never noticed- but also because she was beginning to exhibit some of the signs of perimenopause, and that was probably causing her long-dormant sex-drive to come back to life.

He enjoyed watching her except that she always kicked the covers down so they bunched up to prevent him from seeing the details. A week after he bought the clock, he found himself back at the surveillance store where he spent more than five thousand dollars on three tiny cameras that could be hidden inside things. That night, in bed, pretending to read, he studied the room for hiding places.

Two days later, while Helen and Billy were out, he concealed the cameras in a picture frame up on the wall facing the foot of the bed, another in the base of the ornate lamp on his night table, and the third in the grill of the speakers for the TV on her dresser. He left the alarm clock camera in place and between the four, the room was completely covered. Helen would unquestionably be quite upset if she found one or all of them, but Rex couldn't help himself.

The following Monday evening, he fired up his computer to check the cameras and he quickly saw that the both the expense and risk were worth it. She masturbated twice that day and he could see everything from her face contorting, to her swollen vaginal lips peeking through her abundant pubic hair, to the thick vibrator she put inside herself and the other, smaller one she used on her clitoris. Watching her like that from multiple views was incredibly erotic and, oddly, fulfilling for him.

And so it went for months and months. He purchased top of the line video editing software, and every Saturday afternoon when he had the house to himself, he edited each week's multiple camera views into one or two video files that he saved on encrypted flash drives with twenty eight character passwords. He had accumulated twelve of the little drives mixed in with others that he kept locked in his filing cabinet.

Now, as he sat at his desk, he surmised that after he'd condensed and edited the video of Helen and Billy in the guest room last night and this morning, that alone would most likely fill one drive. He made a note to pick up more drives next week and then he tried to focus on reading.

He used the center monitor for reviewing and proofreading articles and research papers, but kept an eye on another monitor showing the four camera view of his bedroom and the other camera in the hallway. Helen hadn't budged an inch. Undoubtedly the marathon sex had worn her out.

After nearly an hour of mind-numbing and eye-straining proofreading, he was about to take a break for a cup of coffee when the hall cam showed Billy coming up the stairs. Rex had intentionally not locked his office door so it wouldn't look like he was hiding something if Billy wanted to talk. He hovered his finger above the power button for the video monitor to kill it if Billy knocked on the door.

Billy went into his own room. A few seconds later he stuck out his head and looked first at the closed office door and then at his parents' open bedroom door. He ducked back into his room. Little more than a minute later, now wearing loose gym shorts, he stepped out and literally tiptoed to the office door and pressed an ear against it.

Rex immediately began reciting a speech he'd given a few weeks earlier.

Billy listened for a few seconds and then crept to his parents' room. "Mom?" He called softly as he leaned in.

Rex watched his stepson on the camera hidden in the picture on the wall opposite of the bed. Billy caught sight of his naked mother and stepped into the room. How bold would he be? He took a few steps and called to her a little louder. Rex smiled at the tenting in the front of the baggy shorts. It was obvious he wasn't wearing any underwear. Billy went to the side of the bed behind his mother and called to her again.

This time Helen stirred. She groggily looked back at him and smiled. "Hello, baby. What time is it?"

"Almost two, mama. Guess you didn't get enough sleep last night," he said with a wink.

Rex realized something he'd never noticed before; When Billy was talking to his mother, he almost always addressed her as "mama." When he was talking about her, he referred to her as "mom." It was undoubtedly an endearing device, probably subconscious, but highly effective.

"I guess not," his mother said, turning on her back to stretch. She didn't cover herself, allowing her son to drink in her ripe nakedness. "I bet I can guess why you're here," she winked back, dropping her gaze to the front of his shorts where his cock was obviously stirring.

Billy grinned sheepishly.

"Where's your stepfather?"

"Office."

She pulled the sheet up to cover herself and propped up with a couple pillows. "Would you get him, please?"

Billy looked every bit as surprised as Rex felt. What was she up to now? He turned off the hidden camera monitor. In a few seconds there was a cautious knock on the office door.

"Come in."

Billy opened the door a little and leaned in. "Sorry to bug you, but mom wants you to come to your room."

"Did she say why?"

"Nope."

End Part 2/4



The Oedipus Complexity Pt. 03



Note to readers: Following a lively and mildly inebriated cocktail party conversation on New Year's Eve, this is an effort to combine three of the most popular fetishes/kinks at Literotica and many other places: Mother-son incest, voyeurism and cuckolding. It is wholly fictitious and in no way, shape or form reflects any personal experiences or desires.

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Trying, but completely failing to guess what his wife was up to, Rex followed Billy to his room.

Helen had rearranged the sheet to mostly cover herself, revealing her left leg and had her forearm under her breasts to lift and mash them together to display their full immensity. The top of the sheet drooped down just low enough to show a teasing hint of areola. She looked strikingly sensual, and from her smile, she knew it.

"First off," she said to Rex with sweet sincerity, "I want to thank you for examining me earlier. That meant more to me than you'll ever know." She smiled. "It was the best exam I've ever had."

Rex smiled at the little inside joke and nodded. "You're quite welcome, dear."

She smiled at Billy. "Did he tell you he checked my vagina and you didn't hurt me?"

Billy nodded and smiled.

"But we need to wait a while before we make love again. Okay, baby?"

Rex's brain was hitting on all cylinders and all were empty. Why was she being so open about it so soon? They had specifically talked about not flaunting the situation, especially for the first week or so until everyone had found solid emotional footing for the new arrangement.

"I understand, mama. I can wait as long as you need me to," Billy said earnestly.

"You don't have to wait completely, baby," she smiled. She turned to Rex. "All this hovering around me. Billy sit over here," she said patting the side of the bed. "Rex would you sit over there, please." She pointed him to the chair in the corner.

She wasn't being mocking or ridiculing in any way. Rex was sure her warmness to him was sincere, but he was growing concerned because he had no idea where she was going. "I've really got a lot of papers to review," he said.

"It probably won't take long. Please?" She said as Billy sat next to her.

Knowing she was up to something, but unwilling to risk squabbling in front of Billy, Rex sat in the chair. Having him sit halfway across the room, while Billy was at her side when she was barely covered, was looking like she might be arranging a new pecking order.

"You boys talked about last night while I was asleep?"

Billy shot Rex a questioning look and Rex nodded.

"We talked and everything's cool, mama."

She gave Rex a look. He nodded and said: "I think we're all on the same page. No problems."

"Wonderful. I don't want there to be any problems. If any pop up, we need to get them out in the open. I love you both and I don't want anything to disturb our happy home." She looked at Rex. "I don't want to upset or alienate anyone. You know that, right?"

"I do."

She sat up higher and the top of the sheet dipped a little to expose more areola as she bent her left knee to draw up her leg. The sheet slipped between her legs and moved aside a little. From where Rex sat he could the fringe of her pubic fur. He knew that was no accident.

"Okay, there were a few things we didn't talk about when we were making plans for our new situation," Helen said pulling the sheet back up over her breasts. "One of them is that at some point you could see us together. I don't want to have to go the guest room every time like we're hiding and sneaking around."

"Absolutely," Rex said. "You shouldn't have to go down there, unless you want to. And I don't want either of you to ever feel like you have to sneak and hide."

"Thank you, darling. And there are places we certainly won't do it."

"Outside and in front of windows," Billy chimed in. "We talked about that earlier."

Helen smiled at him, then looked at Rex. "Anyplace else that's off limits?"

Rex felt like he was missing something obvious, but couldn't fathom what it might be, and he really didn't want to do anything that could cause even the slightest bickering in front of Billy who could very easily think any discord was a result of last night. "None that I can think of. Preferably not on the kitchen or dining room tables."

She smiled. "I'm a little old for those kinds of acrobatics." She paused. "What about here, in our bed?"

Rex had assumed and hoped they would from time to time so he could video them. "Sure. But not while I'm sleeping or reading."

Billy laughed and Rex shot him a wink.

"Thank you," Helen said. "That guest room bed is awful to sleep in."

"Like cement," Billy agreed.

Helen smiled at her son. "Yes. My back is achy. Maybe you could give me a massage later?"

He smiled and nodded eagerly.

She looked at Rex. "Moving on, or a little backwards. At some point it's possible that you'll see us together. I don't want that to be a problem. If actually witnessing us making love is going to be problematic, then we need to set some rules. Like not doing it when you're in the house or could be coming home. Things like that."

Rex shrugged. "It wasn't a problem at all last night."

"But that was specifically arranged and we were as far away from you as possible. What if, for example, you come home unexpectedly and walk in on us in here or in the bathtub?"

"'Bathtub'?!" Billy blurted, causing his parents to chuckle.

"Most of the doors have locks," Rex said. "And you know I don't just open a closed door without knocking."

"And I know you can't help but be analytical about everything," she sighed with a smile, "but sometimes spontaneous things happen." She rubbed Billy's back. "And you know how impatient and single-minded young men can be once they want something. We could be in a room without doors. The living room. Rec room. Kitchen -but not on the table."

"Point taken," Rex conceded. "Will it bother me to see you?"

She nodded.

"I don't think so."

"You do like to watch."

Rex's heart skipped a beat in terror. He put on a poker face. "What?"

"You like watching people. We go to the mall, you're watching people. We go to a ball game, you're watching people more than the game sometimes. And you don't do it as much as you used to, but you frequently have one of your cameras and you're snapping everything from sunsets to idiotic people."

"Remember when that security guy at the airport last year thought you were a terrorist for taking pictures?" Billy laughed. "That was funny as hell when you put him in his place."

Rex grinned. "He was an annoying twerp." He nodded at Helen. "Another point taken. I'm a watcher. Got me there." He was tremendously relieved that she wasn't talking about his hidden camera array in the house. If she found about that...

"I'm not trying to score points," she said. "I just want us to be as up-front and prepared as we can be."

"The answer is, I really don't believe it would upset me. It wouldn't be like catching you having an affair with the milkman."

"They don't have those guys anymore," Billy grinned.

"You two ganging up on me?" Rex laughed. "I'm sure it won't bother me. To answer your next question, I probably would watch a little bit unless you tell me you don't want me to."

Helen smiled. "I wouldn't be upset. Not at all." She rubbed Billy's back again. "What about you, Billy? Would it bother you if Rex saw us making love?"

Billy thought about it for a moment and then shrugged. "Naw. I don't think so. Don't know why it would if it doesn't bother you, Rex."

Helen smiled at her husband and let her raised leg fall to the side. The sheet slid higher to expose her vagina to him, and he suddenly realized what was about to happen. A small voice in the back of his head told him leave, NOW. He shut it down. He wasn't going anywhere.

"Well, since we're all decided that it wouldn't bother us," Helen said in a husky tone, "there's only way to find out for certain. Billy, will you take your clothes off, please?"

Billy flashed her a startled look. "Right n-now."

"Only if you're comfortable with it, baby."

"Just kinda sudden," he swallowed.

"Last night was sudden and you enjoyed it."

"Well, yeah."

Rex couldn't move. Could barely breathe. Her orchestration of this had played him like a fiddle.

Helen let the sheet fall halfway down her breasts to show Billy her swollen nipples. "Do you want to show him how you make love to mama?"

"R-right now? You said you were too sore."

"It's not sore any more. It's very, very wet down there right now."

Billy hesitated a moment and then jumped up and tore off his shirt and shorts.

Rex couldn't stop himself from staring at Billy's cock in utter amazement. His cameras were top of the line, but they fell far short of fully duplicating reality. The kid's cock was more or less flaccid but it was coming to life rapidly and it was incredible.

"I told him how big and beautiful your penis is," Helen whispered, pulling the sheet completely off herself, "but stay there for a little bit so he can see for himself."

His eyes feasting on her naked body, Billy's cock arced out in a downward curve that rapidly lessened as it engorged. In a few seconds, it was pointing straight out, swelling in girth and length, levering upward. In a few more seconds the giant spar was fully erect at a forty five degree angle, the head darkening an angry shade of red. His balls hung fat and heavy, promising vast amounts of come.

"Kneel up here next to me, baby," his mother cooed, patting the bed next to her shoulder.

Completely transfixed, Rex watched the teen climb on the bed, his bed, and kneel next to her. The giant rod was at the same level as her face. Rex saw that her hands were fluttering when she reached to cup her son's dangling balls in one hand and wrap the other around the base to bend it down. Billy groaned loudly when she kissed the underside of the head.

"Are you ready to squirt quickly for me?" She whispered.

Billy nodded as she slowly dragged her lips up and down the pulsating shaft.

"I want you to do something different the first time, okay?" She smiled.

"Anything."

"I told him how much come you can squirt, but I want him to see it. I want you to jack off for me and squirt all over my titties. Will you do that for me, honey? Please?"

"Y-yeah."

Massaging his balls, she cradled her enormous breasts with her other arm to mash them together. "Now, show me how you jack-off, baby. And don't hold back because I want your huge cock in my pussy as soon as you're done squirting on my titties."

With no hesitation or the slightest indication of embarrassment, the horse-cocked teen gripped his throbbing cock and stroked it fast and hard. In a matter of seconds pre-come oozed from the slit to drip onto his mother's jiggling breasts in a gooey strand.

"Oh, yes," she cooed, kneading his balls tenderly. "You're almost there already. Let it squirt all over mama's big, fat titties."

Rex was utterly captivated.

In no more than a minute, Billy's entire body began to tremble and his hand became a blur. His pre-come became a copious flow that laced his mother's quaking breasts and lubricated his pumping with a wet, smacking sound.

"G-gonna..." he panted, his body suddenly arching forward.

Rex saw the already massive head balloon and then a long sappy rope of come blasted directly across his mother's swollen nipples. Then another and another and another. His spurting release was so heavy that Rex could barely comprehend it. There were at least seven massive and powerful ejaculations that coated his mother's breasts in a thick sheen before Billy's hand began to slow.

Helen gave her husband a proud mom smile and he shook his head in genuine amazement.

Billy stopped jerking and grasped the headboard for support as he caught his breath.

"I think that was the most yet," Helen said. "Can you get a towel from the bathroom, baby?"

Still a little dazed, Billy slipped off the bed and padded to the bathroom, his rock-hard cock jutting and waggling.

Helen gave her husband a warm smile and just barely loud enough for him to hear, she whispered: "I love you."

Rex gulped and nodded. Now he was absolutely certain she wasn't trying to make him a humiliated cuckold. She was lovingly sharing this with him.

Billy came back from the bathroom with a towel, his cock still bobbing with angry-looking, steely hardness.

"I think you're still a little too excited to go inside me, baby," she said spreading her legs as she sat up. Her huge tits swayed heavily as she patted the bed between her legs. "Come here."

Billy climbed up and started to reach out the towel to clean her come-coated breasts.

"Not yet," she said taking the towel from him and setting it aside. She smiled up at him as she cupped her breasts. "Since it's all gooey with your come, show him how you fuck my big, fat titties."

Rex needed a drink. Not necessarily alcohol, but anything because his throat was parched from breathing through his mouth. He had a feeling that was only going to get worse.

Billy scooted forward and whimpered softly when his mother enveloped his throbbing cock with her come-drenched softness.

"Show him how fast you can come again," she said encouragingly, pumping her tits up and down his rigid stalk.

The teen leaned forward to grasp her shoulders and then started fucking her huge tits, slowly at first, and then with a rapidly increasing tempo as they got in rhythm. Their breathing came in shallow pants, but even louder was the sound of their slick flesh sliding and squishing together.

Billy lasted maybe a minute before his body began to tremble.

"Squirt, baby," his mother whispered. "Squirt on me."

The head of her son's giant cock almost hit her chin when he suddenly made a wild thrust and groaned in ecstasy. The glistening mushroom head swelled and spat a long jet of come onto her neck before the pulsing spar slid back into her wetly smacking cleavage. His fingers dug into her shoulders and his hips jack hammered wildly as he spewed another monumental load.

Rex couldn't believe it. It wasn't as much come as the first time, but the volume was still nothing less than astonishing. Even with a break for most of the morning and afternoon, it was at least Billy's eighth orgasm in less than twenty four hours and he was still producing an alarming volume of come.

"Oh, baby," Helen gasped as her son's humping slowed. "That felt so good it almost made me come, too."

His body relaxed and with a beaming smile, Billy tilted his head to kiss her forehead. He leaned lower and took her face in his hands to kiss her on the mouth for a long moment. To Rex it was an incredible juxtaposition of tender love following the raw lust of their tit-fucking.

Helen broke the kiss and leaned back on her hands a little, her enormous, thoroughly coated tits jiggling and swaying like succulently over-ripe melons straining a vine. "Just a sec, baby," she said when Billy reached for the towel. She smiled warmly at Rex and said; "Will you, please?"

Rex's already reeling mind nearly overloaded completely. This was so erotically surreal that he half-wondered if he was going to wake up from an incredibly vivid dream. He hesitated a long moment and then rose up from the chair slowly, not certain that his trembling legs wouldn't collapse.

Helen's smile brightened joyfully when he came to the bed. She looked up at Billy. "Please get a warm, damp cloth."

Billy climbed off the bed to go to the bathroom.

She turned to Rex. "I really want you to be part of this, honey."

He knelt on the foot of the bed and scooted up between her legs. The scent of come was heavy and pungent and in no way offensive. He unfolded the towel and held it in both hands to drape it over her come-glistening tits. She groaned a little when he began to gently, reverently, clean her breasts.

"You also like my big, fat titties, too. Don't you, honey?" She smiled up at him.

He nodded woodenly. He couldn't remember the last time he had touched her breasts and he had forgotten how heavy and firm they were. He took his time to squeeze and heft the enormous mounds through the towel, savoring every long second.

"My cleavage, too."

He dragged the towel up and down the valley between her wobbling breasts, soaking up his step-son's copious seed until Billy returned and she motioned him to give Rex the washcloth.

Rex took his time, lovingly wiping her immense breasts with the damp cloth.

In a moment, she took it away and whispered; "Touch them."

His hands trembling, he reached under the massive globes and hefted them. She moaned softly as he began to gently squeeze and knead the wonderfully soft but firm mountains of flesh. He worked his hands to her nipples and she breathed heavily when he took them between his thumbs and forefingers to roll and twist ever so delicately. She moaned continuously as he pulled and tweaked, coaxing the already fat buds into thickly swollen spikes.

"S-suck me," she pleaded.

Rex didn't hesitate. He leaned down and sucked in her right nipple. He flicked his tongue over and around the bursting nub and then gently nibbled its rubbery wonderfulness.

Helen's body shook. "G-get on my side."

Without taking his mouth off her throbbing nipple, Rex moved over her leg and took the huge breast in both hands.

Helen smiled at Billy through narrow eyes and said; "Will you suck the other one, baby?"

Billy climbed on the bed. His cock had softened a little, but was still leaking pre-come and bobbing stiffly. He gently lifted his mother's other breast and sucked in the fat nipple.

"Yesss. Both my wonderful men sucking mama's fat titties," she sighed with husky contentedness.

Her hips twisted and squirmed and her entire body quivered. Her husband and son suckled and massaged her huge breasts with loving hunger and adoration. Her arms began to shake and she choked; "Don't stop, please."

They scooted with her as she slid her hands back and reclined on the pillows. With her hands free, she caressed the backs of their heads and necks. She opened her legs wide and bent her knees a little.

"Rub my t-thighs," she panted. "But don't touch my pussy."

They slid their hands down to caress her thighs, massaging the supple flesh and letting their fingertips roam up to brush and then retreat from the fringe of her fur. It wasn't long before she was shaking all over and her hips twisted and bucked.

"Mama's gonna come," she gasped.

Suddenly, her orgasm exploded and she was crying out wildly, pulling their hair and mashing their faces into her heaving breasts. Her body arched and collapsed in convulsing waves of moaning pleasure. Her release was feral, almost violent.

Rex wasn't certain, but he thought she came at least twice, possibly three times before the racking ecstasy began to taper off and her body slowly relaxed. Her hands calmed and lightly caressed the back of their heads.

"My sweet, sweet boys made mama feel so good," she sighed. She let them suckle her a little longer and then she said; "Okay, that's enough for now." She kissed each of them on the forehead and beamed at Rex. "You're such a wonderful, unselfish man. Do you want to watch us make love?"

"Yes. Very much," he said quietly.

"Pull the chair up so you can watch his cock going in and out of me."

He slid off the bed as she turned to Billy. "In my closet is a long pillow. Please get it."

Billy bounded off the bed. His cock was once again at full mast and swayed hugely as he darted to her closet. Rex pulled the chair to the bed as Billy came out of the closet with a slightly curved body pillow.




The Oedipus Complexity Pt. 03



"I'm going to need both of you to help get me set," she said, sitting up and moving to one side. "Move the other pillows and put the big one in the middle with the curved end at the headboard."

Rex cleared the smaller pillows out of the way and Billy laid the big one down the middle of the bed. Rex couldn't help but notice it was the same platform layout as the one she had made last night. Except this one would be far better for support and bracing.

Helen slid onto the giant pillow and stretched out. It was obviously something that had been designed specifically for sex. She wiggled and scooted down until her vagina was hanging a little over the bottom edge. "Put two pillows next to my knees, please."

They put pillows in place and she drew her knees up to spread her legs wide, resting them on the support of the smaller pillows. Her swollen, sopping pussy blossomed like a delicately beautiful flower. She smiled at Billy and said; "This is going to be perfect for making love. Come up here, baby." She gave her husband a warm smile. "I truly hope you enjoy this."

"Not as much as you two, but I'm sure I will." He paused. "And thank you so much for this."

Her eyes grew a little misty. "You're so, so welcome."

Rex sat in the chair then quickly hopped up to move it to the side a little so he would be able to see her face and their incestuously copulating nether regions.

His giant cock jerking and leaking its seemingly perpetual strand of pre-come, Billy climbed up between his mother's invitingly splayed legs. She looked at his twitching rod with that combination of fear and desperate desire and said; "You're not going to be able to hold back very long, are you?"

"I'll try, mama."

"Don't fight it. Just let it go when you're ready." She held up her arms. "Come here, baby."

He stretched out to hover over her and she took his head to bring his lips down to hers. They kissed deeply and passionately, moaning into each other's mouth.

Rex saw her reach down and grasp her son's giant cock to gently stroke it. Her hand was so delicate and tiny on her son's huge and brutish cock that the contrast was breathtaking.

Breaking the kiss, she looked up at Billy with tear-filled eyes and whispered; "Make love to me, baby. Make sweet love to mama." She released his cock and grasped the corners of the pillow as he pulled back. She looked at Rex with tears streaming down her flushed cheeks and mouthed: "I love you."

He smiled and mouthed it back to her.

Billy raised straight up and rocked back on his haunches to grip his cock. Helen's eyes closed and she let out a whimper when her son pressed the heavily-oozing tip into her slit and slowly rubbed it up and down.

Rex's face was little more than a foot away from their engorged genitals and the musky aroma of their arousal washed over him. He inhaled the scent of their sex deeply, savoring it.

"Ready, mama?" Billy asked, his voice tight.

"Yessss, baby," she whispered breathlessly. "Love me."

He dragged the tip to her opening and gently pushed in a tiny bit, making his mother moan softly. Rex looked at her face. Her eyes were tightly closed and her expression conveyed both fearful discomfort and yearning desire.

"Here comes the head," Billy said softly.

Rex and his wife gasped in unison as the mother-loving son gently but forcefully fed her the entire head with one slow, gentle push. Billy didn't move for a long moment and then he backed out all the way before pushing just the head in. He tenderly fucked just the head in and out several times and then said; "Ready for more, mama?"

Rex saw his wife's expression was still contorting between discomfort and desire, but clearly desire was winning.

"Yesssssssssss," she whispered softly. "Take me."

With the massively blunt head still embedded in his mother's pussy, the teen leaned forward over her and planted his hands on either side of her shoulders. He widened his knees a little and drew back. Being this close to his stepson's heavily dangling balls, Rex thought he could see the fat orbs actually churning in their smooth sac.

The fat head lingered at her tiny opening for a long second and then Billy pushed it and another half inch into his mother, making her whimper. Her hands came down to grasp his arms.

Rex found himself leaning even closer as Billy began to slowly and gently make love to his mother. He could hear faint squishing as it went in and then a sucking sound as it came out again. Tenderly yet powerfully, the massive cock fucked in and out a little deeper each time, the shaft soon streaked with her white pussy froth. He looked up at his wife's face. More tears streamed down her deeply flushed cheeks, her fluttering eyes gazing up at her son with a love so intense that it was almost too much to behold.

"A-all the w-way, honey," she rasped, her knuckles turning white as she gripped his arms tighter in anticipation of what was about to come next.

Billy gulped a deep breath and drew back all the way. The head hovered inside her for a long second and then he slowly pushed in again. Rex wanted to look at his wife's face as she took the full length, but he couldn't tear his eyes off the massive cock slowly spearing into her. Deeper and deeper it went, the increasing wideness of the shaft stretching her impossibly wide. Billy was shaking all over but he didn't lunge in suddenly.

Finally the huge spar was completely buried and Billy remained perfectly still, patiently allowing her to accommodate to his splitting thickness.

"It's even bigger than before," Helen gasped, her eyes bulging in disbelief.

Rex thought his wife had never looked more beautiful than at that moment, gazing lovingly into her son's eyes.

"Never felt this hard before," Billy choked.

She lifted her head and he lowered his to kiss with deep passion for a long moment and then she whispered; "Love me, baby."

When Billy drew back, the sound of her sucking, grasping vagina was much louder than before. And then all but the head was out for a fleeting instant before burrowing back inside. Billy was still gentle, but his strokes quickly became more forceful and urgent as his tempo increased. The teen's slapping balls began to tighten, drawing up to the base of his giant cock.

"Are you ready?" Helen asked. "Are you ready to squirt inside me?"

"Yessssssssss," he hissed through clenched teeth.

"Let it go, baby. Fill mama with your sweet come," she whispered breathlessly.

Billy flattened atop her and his hips bucked faster and faster. His balls were now drawn up tightly, stretching the shiny sac to show their full hugeness. The sound of their panting and groaning and bodies wetly slapping together with increasing frenzy, filled Rex's ears with a near-cacophony of unrestrained lustful delight.

Suddenly, Billy's body stiffened and Rex saw the already incredibly thick base swell even wider and he knew that swelling was racing up the shaft.

Helen let out a whooshing cry. "The head's so big! Squirt, baby. Squirt in me!"

Billy's hips began jack-hammering his massive cock into his mother in a blur. Gone was the tenderness of before. Now it was primal need. Helen's eye's rolled up a little and Rex knew she was coming as well; coming incredibly hard. Her hips moved a little, undoubtedly more from reflex than effort as her son's giant rod fucked her senseless. Billy's strokes became shorter and shorter and more desperate as he flooded the very womb that had borne him.

So clouded were his senses and mind that Rex had no idea how long the intense fucking lasted before Billy's desperate pounding slowed and then, gradually stopped and mother and son collapsed into each other, both shuddering and gasping for breath. He leaned back into the chair to catch his own breath. He had never seen or even imagined anything as brilliantly erotic as that which he had just witnessed. After a moment he raised his eyes to find Helen smiling at him.

"That was astonishing. Wonderful. Incredible," he said softly.

"Yes it was. And you helped make it so," she said, her eyes misting once more.

Letting out a groan, Billy raised his head and kissed his mother before he started to back out.

"Just a second, baby," she said, holding onto him. She looked at Rex. "Could you get another towel to put under me, please?"

Rex more or less staggered to the bathroom to get the towel. When he returned they were again lovingly kissing and touching each other's faces.

"That's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen," he said. "I wish I had a picture of it."

Helen turned to smile at him. "I think we can probably arrange that sometime."

His jaw dropped. Of all the wild, delightful and remarkable things that had happened in the last twenty or so hours, that one made his heart soar the most.

"Can you put the towel under me, please? There's going to be a flood."

Rex refolded the towel in half before he smoothed it out under his wife, unable to not notice that Billy's cock, still fully embedded inside his mother, had remained obviously fully erect.

"Slow, baby," Helen said gently pushing her son away.

Billy rose up on his hands and pulled back. As his enormous rod came out of his mother, come began to leak out around the sides of the glistening pole. Finally the head emerged and slipped out with a soft "pop." His cock still rock-hard, he leaned back on his haunches and along with Rex, stared at her pussy as she massaged her belly to force out his voluminous discharge. It began as an oozing trickle but quickly became a steady stream with fat globs that plopped into a widening puddle on the towel.

"My dirty, dirty boys," she laughed. "Can't I have any privacy?" They laughed as well, and then she gave a few more pushes and the flow stopped.

"Bill, are you taking some kind of exotic male fertility supplement?" Rex asked, shaking his head in wonder.

Billy shook his head. "You mean because there's so much if it?"

Rex pointed at the towel. "That's your third time in less than an hour and it's... mind-boggling."

"Is that bad?" Billy asked with a hint of worry.

"No," Rex said quickly. "It's just... a lot. And it's clearly a good thing that your mother enjoys very much."

Billy glanced at his mother. She smiled and nodded reassuringly. "I love it. It truly feels wonderful squirting inside of me."

"It's most likely a post-adolescent hormonal thing," Rex said. "But if it continues, you could have a career as a one-man sperm bank."

The three of them laughed and then Helen patted Billy's leg. "I need you to give Rex and I a little time alone." She sat up and reached out to give his hard cock a playful squeeze. "We'll figure out a way to take care of this a little later. Okay?"

Billy nodded with a smile and hopped off the bed. "Another long, cold shower."

"Does that actually work?" Rex asked.

"Not until the really, really bad shivering starts," Billy said and they all laughed a little.

Helen carefully folded the towel and handed it to him. "Could you put that on the floor over there, and close the door on the way out, please?"

"Sure." He set the towel by the dresser and went to the door.

"We'll be down in a while," Helen said.

"Take your time," Billy said, pulling the door. "By the time I'm done getting hypothermia in the shower, it'll be close to four and that's when the original Star Trek is on."

"Did you check to see which one it is?" Rex asked.

"'The Doomsday Machine.' The giant planet-eating cone-thing. It's one of the best."

"Sure is. I'll be down to watch it with you."

Billy gave him a thumbs up, blew his mother a kiss and closed the door.

"Well," Helen smiled. "He's pretty happy. I'm very, very happy. And you're...?"

"Somewhere between very-very and very-very-very. I wasn't expecting anything like what just happened. Thank you."

"I wanted you to be part of it. To always be part of it, honey. Yes, it's a very unusual family arrangement, but I know it's going to be wonderful."

"I think so, too," he agreed.

She scooted to the edge of the bed in front of him, her heavily swaying breasts drawing his eyes. "Boys and boobs," she sighed.

"When they're world class boobs like that... By the way, are you going to continue to occasionally wear church-inappropriate attire around the house, now that your seduction of him is complete?"

"Not occasionally. ALL the time. I bought quite a few more things last week that neither of you have seen; and I can't wait to flaunt and tease."

"I'm sure both of us will be highly appreciative. And maybe I'll visit a lingerie store or two next week."

"Are you planning on objectifying me for yourself and our son with slutty attire?" She smiled.

"Absolutely. And while we're on the subject; I know it varies, but if I were to go to Victoria's Secret to get you a sexy bra or ten, what size would I tell the clerk, who probably wouldn't believe me?"

"Sizing does vary a lot, but I can usually stuff them into a 36G of most brands."

His eyes widened. "That's real? 'G'? as in 'gawd dam those are some huge boobs'?"

She laughed. "As a warning, Victoria's probably won't have many, if any that big. If they do they'll be a hundred a pop or more."

"You're kidding."

"I'm not. And you shouldn't spend that much because carrying around this much weight," she hefted her enormous breasts, "bras wear out fast. Even with the high quality ones, the elastic stretches out fairly quickly and the stitching starts to break. I usually get mine in the maternity section of big department stores." She smiled. "And now that I'm thinking about it, you should pick up a nursing bra or two, you know, the ones with the cup-flaps that can be folded down. They expose the whole breast but still provide support and a lot of lift. I imagine these would look pretty outlandish in one of those." She smiled and then added; "And that would undoubtedly be picture worthy,"

He nodded. "36G, maternity section, nursing bras with the flaps. Also, about the picture thing?"

"I think it would be a lot of fun for both of us. You like taking pictures, and what woman doesn't like getting prettied up to have her picture taken?" She paused. "Why don't we schedule our first official shoot for next Friday night? Billy and some of his friends are going to a concert upstate and won't be back until Saturday afternoon. We can get a few bottles of wine and make a night out of it."

Rex smiled. "That's a deal. But it will make it a bad week for me."

"Why?"

"You know how much I hate shopping and now I've got to shop for bras, other assorted lingerie, some camera equipment, mainly lights, and wine." He smiled. "But it will be my best bad week ever as long as I remind myself why I'm shopping."

Helen laughed softly and then turned more serious. "Do I ask for too much?"

"No. Not at all."

"I try not to, but now I'm going to ask you for something and I'm going to be disappointed if you say no. It won't change anything at all if you say no, but I will be disappointed. Okay?"

"Disappointing you in any way is my greatest fear and worry."

"That's lovely, honey," she smiled. She scooted forward a little and reached to take his hands and pull him closer. She looked up into his eyes beseechingly and said: "I want to suck your penis."

Of all the things that he might have ever expected her to request of him, that was absolute dead last. He was so utterly surprised all he could say was: "Why?"

She squeezed his hands tightly. "Because it's the most intimate thing I can give you. And I want, I need to give back to you a little of what you just given all three of us. Please."

He stared into her eyes and knew she wasn't asking to ridicule or hurt him in any way. "It won't work, honey."

"I know. But I want to. I really want to. I want to express my love to you in that way. Please."

He took a moment before he surrendered. "Okay."

Her eyes began to shine. "Thank you." She stood and pressed her breasts against him as she rose up on tiptoes to kiss him.

Surprising himself, Rex didn't hesitate to return it eagerly. He took her in his arms and rubbed her back and slid his hands down to cup and knead her fulsome bottom. In all their nineteen years together nothing like that had ever happened.

She pulled back and smiled at him with tears in her eyes. "If you're not careful, I'll be doing that, a lot."

"I hope so," he smiled and brushed away a tear. "I'd ask you not to cry, but lately that seems to be a very positive expression for you."

She briefly brushed her lips against his and then sank to the floor in front of him.

Smiling at the memory of what he'd told Billy earlier, Rex let his own words flood his mind as his wife unbuttoned his trousers. Embarrassment is an internal emotion only you can inflict upon yourself.

He didn't want to, but forced himself to look down as she opened the zipper and tugged his pants and underpants to his knees.

His completely bald, permanently limp penis was barely three inches long and no thicker than his thumb. Before the fastball, it had been quite a bit larger flaccid, and while not in his stepson's league by any stretch, his erection had been plenty adequate for the few young ladies he'd gotten lucky with. The useless little appendage was anchored with testicles that were closer to normal size, a little smaller than golf balls.

Helen looked up at him in shock. "When and why did you start shaving down here?"

"About twelve years ago. When I went to Mayo for the last ditch tests, they shaved me. Why, I don't know. When I looked at myself, my first thought was that I looked like an infant. But at the same time, the lack of hair made it look a little bigger, and," he added with a grin, "whenever it started growing back, the itching made me crazy."

He quivered a little when she rubbed her hand on his pelvis. "It's so smooth, everywhere. When did you last shave?"

"Little more than a week. Because I've been doing it for so long, and middle age is stealing hair everywhere, I don't have to bother with it often."

"Well, I love it," she said. "And maybe I'll have you shave me, too."

"If that's what you want, I'd love to do it for you, honey."

"We'll see."

She leaned in and he could feel her warm breath on his pelvis and testicles, but not his tiny cock. She leaned in closer and kissed his pelvis as she gently cradled his balls with one hand and held up his penis with the thumb and forefinger.

"I know a woman is never, ever, under any circumstance supposed to say this to a man, but it's absolutely adorable, hon. And I'm really not just saying that."

He watched her kiss the head sweetly and then very slowly take all of what little there was into her mouth while she gently massaged his balls. Her hand felt good on his testicles, but it was little more than the pleasure of rubbing a neck ache.

She sucked slow and gentle, looking up at him occasionally with happy, damp eyes. She seemed to be genuinely enjoying it. Almost without realizing it, he put his hands on her head and began to rock back and forth. That made her whimper and squeeze his balls a little tighter. Her efforts though, could do nothing for him, but it was making her happy.

She pulled her mouth off and gave the little head a loving kiss. "There's something else I want, honey." She looked up into his eyes. "I want you to make me come with this in my mouth."

He couldn't deny her. "How?"

"Since the slut in me has gotten loose, I want to sixty nine with you on top."

"Okay."

She stood and, hurrying to the bathroom, said; "Be right back. Why don't you take your clothes off?"

Rex sat on the bed to take off his shoes and heard the shower go on. He was undressed and sitting on the bed a minute later when she came back, toweling off her lower body.

She gave him a brief kiss and he watched her crawl up on the bed on her hands and knees with her enormous breasts dangling. He would have to remember that pose for picture-taking. She shoved the big sex pillow to the floor and arranged two pillows sideways on the bed: one for under her ass and the other her head. She lay down and opened her legs wide.




The Oedipus Complexity Pt. 03



He went to the side where her head was. Even before he climbed up, he realized it was going to be a problem because his balls hung much lower than his minuscule cock. "Maybe you should be on top," he offered.

"Like this, please."

He climbed up over her and felt her lift his balls up and back. He looked down between their bodies and watched her gently sucking his tiny cock. She nursed it slowly, stretching it down as far as possible before engulfing it again. He guessed she probably hoped that with suction exercise it would be fine again.

He turned back and lowered his face between her legs as his hands came under her legs to pull her fat lips apart. He opened her a little wider and she moaned when he swiped his tongue from her clitoris to the bottom of her little opening. The contact at the bottom caused her to flinch, and not in a good way.

Rex pulled back for a better look. Thankfully there was no tearing, but the bottom of her opening was severely irritated. He would suggest, no, insist, in the strongest possible way that they abstain from intercourse for at least twenty four hours, and that he examine her before they resumed their lovemaking.

He worked his way back up her slit and teased her clitoris with tongue lashes that made her quiver and squeeze his balls a little tighter. He teased a little longer and then pursed his lips around the bud to suck it with increasing pressure. She moaned and then her hips began twisting when he sucked and licked at the same time.

Then it was his turn to gasp as his balls suddenly felt warm. He was sure she was sucking them, but he had to look. Moving a finger to strum her clitoris, he rose up a little and looked down. She had taken his balls and cock into her mouth together. Her cheeks bulged and her head bobbed and then she somehow found room to use her tongue on his balls. It wasn't anywhere near as good as his distant memories of having his cock sucked, but it felt very nice. Why the hell had they not done this for nineteen years? For no reason other than his own stupidity.

He returned his mouth to her clitoris and eagerly got to work with the intention of again making her orgasm until she passed out.

End Part 3/4



The Oedipus Complexity Pt. 04



Note to readers: Following a lively and mildly inebriated cocktail party conversation on New Year's Eve, this is an effort to combine three of the most popular fetishes/kinks at Literotica and many other places: Mother-son incest, voyeurism and cuckolding. It is wholly fictitious and in no way, shape or form reflects any personal experiences or desires.

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By the time next Friday had come around and Rex was on his way home with three bottles of wine, they had settled into a comfortable semi-routine with their unusual arrangement. He had gone into work early every morning so that Helen and Billy could do whatever they liked before their normal day began. In the evenings, they all watched TV or went out to dinner or whatever just as they had before. Later in the night Helen would shower and go to Billy's room for at least a little while. Most nights she actually slept with Rex, but on Monday and then Thursday night, she slept with her son.

The only problem so far for Rex was that they hadn't used his bedroom or the guest room since last Saturday, and he hadn't been able to watch them.

However, while he was a little disappointed about not being able to watch, he could read about their activities in a journal Helen was keeping on her computer just for him and herself.

Her first entry was on Monday afternoon:

Monday, May 5, 2:30 pm. I was cooking breakfast when B came to the kitchen raring and ready to go. He sat at the table (not ON the table, lol) and I took him in my mouth. Then went to the living room and made love on the couch twice.

Tuesday, May 6, 3:30 pm. Stayed in B's bed last night. He was wild after going almost a full 12 hours without. Four times; Mouth, between breasts, hard fucking and then the last was slower love-making for quite a while. He's starting to be able to hold back longer during intercourse. AND he walked himself into a little trap when he said he really liked my hair down there because everyone else shaved it off these days. When I asked how he knew about that, he reluctantly admitted to looking at "a little" sex stuff on the Internet. Lol, like I didn't know! I asked if he wanted me to shave myself and he practically begged me not to.

Wednesday, May 7, 5:00 pm. This is his short day of classes so he was back here all afternoon and right now I can barely walk. First we showered together in his bathroom and I tugged him off in there. Then we went to his room for a lengthy, teasing BJ. I got on top of him after that and came twice, but it's going to take a lot more practice before I can ride him to both our completions. Then it was doggy-style until he absolutely flooded me. We had lunch and cuddled on the couch in the rec room to watch a little TV and made out a long time before he fucked me hard. Then we made slower love on the floor. That last time was at least ten minutes. He was really, really, really trying to hold back.

Thursday, May 7, 1:00 pm. Thankfully, he was too worn out last night for anything. But he did tell me with a big smile that I should be ready for a marathon tonight since he's leaving for the concert early Friday morning and won't be back until Saturday afternoon. Don't tell him, but a 36 hour break won't be such a bad thing.

Reading her entries, as brief as they were, were the highlight of Rex's day. He was looking forward to reading her entry from Thursday night's marathon, but it would definitely wait a couple days because tonight was his night. She had called him earlier in the afternoon to tell him to be ready when she returned about six. She was going to be a little later than normal because of a small surprise she had come up with. He left work earlier than usual and was home by five. He poured himself a glass of wine and went upstairs to get ready.

He had already decided they would use their bedroom, or at least start there for picture-taking. He got the four new professional grade lights, ones with reflector umbrellas and filter attachments, from his office and arranged them around the bedroom. It took quite a few adjustments before the lights were properly set. He pulled the chair out of the corner and placed it the middle of the room and turned it for best lighting. Then he got his big Nikon digital camera and took quite a few test shots which resulted in more lighting adjustments that he was still making when he heard the garage door opening.

Helen came up upstairs quicker than he imagined she would. "Wow," she called with a laugh from down the hall. "I better go get my sunglasses."

He was moving a light and couldn't see her except for her feet when she stepped into the room. What he saw were bright red, four inch stiletto "fuck me" heels and her slender calves in black hosiery.

"You can never have too much light for..." He trailed off as he stepped from behind the light and was absolutely floored.

Her hair was done up in an exquisitely detailed French-braid that wrapped around her head. Her make-up had clearly been done by a professional; it was heavy, but not gaudy or cheap-looking. She looked like an old-time glamour queen movie star who was definitely ready for her close-up. Her body was encased, barely, in a black business suit with a snug jacket that emphasized rather than downplayed her enormous bosom stretching the white button-up silk blouse to its limits. Reaching halfway to her knees, the skirt was so tight he didn't know how she could walk in it. And then there were her shapely legs, shimmering in the black hose.

"Wow," he said softly. "Just wow, is all I can say."

She turned in a slow circle and then put her hands on her hips and licked her lips lasciviously. "Are you looking for a new secretary, doctor?"

"I would get absolutely nothing done; nor would anyone else. You look amazing, honey. Truly breathtaking. Wow."

"I'm going to return this suit, so let's take full advantage of it tonight."

"You should definitely keep it."

"One thousand, seven hundred and fifty nine dollars. Plus tax."

"You should definitely return it," he grinned. "But it does look amazing on you." He paused. "Did you wear that out of the store?"

She laughed. "Are you kidding? I would've needed an armed escort. I put it on at my last stop, the salon, after they did my hair and make-up and," she winked, "the bikini wax."

"You're bald down there?" He asked softly.

"Not entirely. She narrowed it considerably and got the sides smoother than the proverbial baby's bottom. It wasn't quite as bad as I imagined from horror stories I've heard, but I won't be getting it done again anytime soon." She started for the bathroom and smiled over her shoulder. "How about you get another glass and the bottle of whatever you're drinking. Get me buzzed enough and who knows what level of sluttishness I'll sink or rise to for you and your camera."

"I'll open the other two and bring up all three bottles," he said hurrying to the door.

"Don't kill yourself falling down the stairs, speedy," she chided gently. "I need to pee and take a look to make sure the redness has faded as was promised by the waxer, who looked like she wanted to bury her face between my legs."

He turned back to stare at her.

"I'm kidding. But it's probably a fairly common male fantasy," she laughed, reaching to close the bathroom door.

"It is now," Rex said and then hurried downstairs.

An idea began to percolate as he uncorked the other bottles of wine. By the time he was back upstairs and pouring her a glass, the idea was fully brewed.

Helen came out of the bathroom with a big smile. "The redness is gone. Want a peek?" She asked, taking the glass from him.

"Yes, but I can wait a little bit. Let me run something by you."

She drained the glass and held it out. "Talk while you pour, please."

He did. "I'd really like to mainly take photo essays of you."

"Little stories in picture sequence?"

He nodded. "Exactly; like, starting with you fully dressed and undressing gradually."

"I like it," she purred before taking a long drink.

"What I'm thinking is, since we still have some usable sunlight... How would you feel about going to the curb to get the mail dressed like that? I know I said we shouldn't do... anything outside."

She shrugged. "I'm fully dressed. I wouldn't want to linger out there posing, but sure." Her eyes brightened. "How about this: We go to the garage. I'll drive around the block. You close the overhead. I'll come back and open the door and pull in like I'm just getting back from wherever. Then I'll go out to get the mail and come back to close the door and come inside."

Shaking his head in delighted surprise, he said: "And they say models are dumb."

They didn't waste any time. Rex was standing in the back of the garage, his camera locked and loaded when the overhead came to life and went up. Helen pulled in and he suddenly realized he was on the wrong side to get her legs when she swung them out of the car.

"Hold that exactly," he said darting around to the back of the car to snap off several shots of her legs. "Stand up as you normally would, but a little slower."

"Look into the camera or not?"

"Not right now," he said, quickly returning to the rear of the garage. "For the time being I'm the fly on the wall you're unaware of."

"Got it."

"Thanks. Now walk out there as you normally would. Not slow or fast."

She put her purse, which she had thoughtfully brought along, on top of the car and closed the door. "Gawd, I hope Marci or someone doesn't drive along and want to talk."

"If anyone does, lean way down and waggle your incredible bottom for the camera."

She shook her head with a smile and stepped into the driveway. He moved closer to the front of the garage and snapped away. She retrieved the mail and unexpectedly, but happily for Rex, paused at the curb to flip through the envelopes before she returned to the garage.

"That was great, hon," he grinned.

"Kind of exciting to be out there dressed like this not knowing if anyone is watching."

She retrieved her purse, and the camera turned to follow her until she was inside and the door was closed. Rex closed the overhead and joined her in the kitchen.

"Now what, Ansel?"

He furrowed his brow.

"Ansel Adams? The famous nature photographer?"

"D'oh!"

"Like you," she said, cupping her huge breasts, "he liked to take pictures of mountains."

He laughed. "You're on a roll, honey."

"And we haven't gotten serious with the wine, yet."

"I hope there's another bottle or two stashed around here. Anyway, what do you do when you normally come in?"

"I never really thought about it. I guess I come in here and figure out what we're going to have for dinner."

"Excellent," he said raising the camera. "Maybe take something out of the freezer to put in the sink to thaw."

He took twenty one shots of her doing just that.

"Then I go to the living room to turn on my computer and the TV for a little background noise."

"I'm right behind you."

He took almost fifty shots of her in the living room.

"Upstairs?" She asked.

"And take your time on the stairs. I'll get low for an 'upskirt' or two."

"Ummmm."

A dozen shots before she reached the top of the stairs. "Hold there and raise your left leg a little higher." The shutter snapped. He could see she was wearing thigh high stockings and not the pantyhose he had expected. That was another bonus. "Okay," he said coming up behind her, "go down the hall and..."

Helen suddenly bent forward and hiked up the skirt to her waist as she thrust her rear at him. To his astonishment and rapid-fire shutter snapping, she was wearing a black g-string. She hated g-strings and thongs.

"Wow," he said.

"Enjoying ze view, monsieur?" She said with a bad French accent, shaking her rear a little.

"Absolutely."

She smoothed her skirt back into place and went down the hall.

"Turn and stop in the doorway, please. I'll get a couple more from the hall and then let me get in the room before you come in."

Approaching her slowly, he took half a dozen more shots before she moved aside and let him get in their bedroom. She resumed the exact same pose.

He started to raise the camera and looked around. "That light is going to be in the way. Hang on a sec."

He moved one of the lights and then panned the room while looking through the viewfinder. "That'll work. So what you would normally do next?"

"Get out of these heels, immediately. Actually, I would have been out of them the instant I stepped into the kitchen. But," she smiled slyly, "I'm assuming you don't want me to take them off quite yet."

"And you would be correct," he smiled while looking around. "While I'm thinking about it, why don't you sit in the chair for a semi-formal portrait pose or two?"

Helen detoured for a drink of wine and then sat in the chair with her legs closed and hands on knees.

"Yep, perfect. For these smile into the camera, please."

Twenty five shots in different poses that would be acceptable for anyone to see.

"Would you mind leaning back and opening your legs a little, please?"

"Not at all," she smiled.

He took two shots. "A little more."

Continuing to smile into the camera, she gradually opened her legs as he squatted and snapped away.

"The skirt's going to ride up," she warned him.

"I hope so."

The skirt didn't ride up so much as it snapped up to the tops her smoothly plump, stocking-clad thighs.

On his knees, Rex moved forward, taking a shot every second until her legs were as wide as the chair would allow.

"Wow, the sides of your pubic hair are incredibly smooth."

She slid a hand between her legs and patted the material that was puffed out by her remaining fur. "I'm hoping after these are off," she said rubbing herself, "that you and your very talented tongue will want an even closer look."

"Try to stop me, honey," he said, rising to his feet and then leaning down to kiss her forehead. "I don't want to smudge your lipstick. Yet."

"I could use some more wine," she smiled.

He refilled her glass and handed it to her before looking at the display on the camera. "Damn! That's a lot of pictures already."

"How many?"

"Two hundred and seventy four."

"That's a lot more than I would have guessed. How many can it hold? It's a memory card or something like that?"

"Yes. And the number varies depending on the quality. The better the quality, the fewer pictures. This card's about three quarter full already."

"Do you need to download or get another card?"

"It'll warn me when it's getting full." He smiled at her and patted his pocket. "I've got two more cards right here."

"My rather tall and old boy scout. Now what?"

"It's time to get undressed."

"Thank you." Helen said, standing up. "All of this is getting a little uncomfortable." She drained her glass and handed it to him. "Back to the door where we left off?"

"Go around the corner, out of sight. I'll grab a couple shots and then you step back in as close as you can to where and how you were before."

She went out into the hallway.

Rex snapped two shots of the empty doorway and called: "Action."

She stepped into the doorway and paused. Three quick shots. "Go into your closet and turn on the light. You're going to need a hanger or two for that, right?"

She took a step and paused; the first of several times for the camera. "I'm not dropping seventeen hundred bucks on the floor."

Rex sat in the chair and rested his elbows on his knees to steady the camera. He clicked away as she went into her closet. "Turn in profile to me and take the jacket off and hang it up."

Partly because the jacket was so snug, and partly because she was obviously going as slow as possible for the camera, she had a minor struggle to remove it.

"My word," Rex said softly when the jacket was off. "Your breasts are... outlandish. Wait 'til you see these shots."

"I'm sure this is outlandish. Believe it or not -I didn't until the clerk pointed it out when I said I was looking for something extra frisky- they make 36G push-em-up bras."

"What?! Why?"

"You'll see why in a minute," she said, hanging up the jacket. "Skirt or blouse off first?"

"Skirt, please. And before I forget; Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

"The thanks and pleasure are entirely mutual," she smiled, reaching back to unclasp and slowly unzip the skirt. "Stay in profile?"

"Please. And lower it slowly."

She took her time wiggling out of the skirt. The tails of the blouse reached down just short of the elastic bands holding up her stockings. The camera clicked relentlessly as she hung the skirt on a second hanger.

"You honest-to-God could model stockings."

"Think so?" Helen asked leaning sideways to strike a pose as she looked at her legs. "I think my legs are too short and a tad heavy."

"Not at all, on either count."

She smiled directly into the camera and then turned back in profile as she began unbuttoning the blouse. "Get your whiplash brace ready. To quote someone on 'Seinfeld'; they're real and they're beyond spectacular. Thanks to a lot of elastic and enough under-wire to set off the laziest metal detector."

Rex gasped when the blouse came open and slowly slid off her shoulders. The black brassiere had red stitching and a layer of red lace over the straining cups. Lifted and mashed together in the overflowing cups, her monumental breasts jutted out at least a full foot from her abdomen.

"That... is... awesome," Rex choked.

"Want to know the best part?" She asked, turning toward him a little, her pushed-up mounds jiggling and shimmying.

"What?" He asked as he got up and walked toward her, the camera working overtime.

"It was free."

Her immense breasts were pushed up so high and pressed together so tightly, he was sure it had to hurt. "Is that as uncomfortable as it looks? They look beyond spectacular, but..."

"Actually, this much lift and support is very comfortable. I could get used to it all the time except I'd have to wear a pup tent if I left the house."

He couldn't stop taking pictures of her colossal bust. He pushed the camera closer, then back, then over her head to look down from her view, and then from underneath.

Suddenly, he groaned. "Card's full. Five hundred and eleven." He fumbled to open the back of the camera to change memory cards. "Why was it free? You said bras like that are expensive."

"Well," she said, smiling in obvious amusement at his excited and fumbling efforts, "apparently this one and two others, a sky blue one and a beige one, had been sitting in the shop untouched for over three years. With a little haggling, the clerk gave me this one for free after I agreed to buy the other two at half price. Fifty apiece."

"You're definitely keeping all three, right?"

"Yep. They're going to be my stay-at-home bras. They're really that comfortable."

He got the cards changed out and the camera closed up. "Just to be sure..." he grinned, taking another twenty eight breast-centric pictures of her in the bra, g-string, stockings and shoes before backing away to return to the chair.

"Now what?" She smiled warmly.

He could tell she was enjoying this every bit as much as he was. "Turn completely away from me and stretch out your left hand like you're reaching for something."

That angle fully demonstrated her lush hourglass shape and proudly displayed the rounded, firm meatiness of her fulsome rear. "Twist your shoulders a little to the left so we can get the side of your breast in the picture." She did and the camera whirred. "Now, exactly like that to your right."




The Oedipus Complexity Pt. 04



She twisted and reached out to her right. "At the rate we're going, I hope you've got plenty of extra batteries for that," she said, sneaking a mischievous glance over her shoulder.

"Rechargeable power packs. I've got two more ready. Are you getting tired or bored with this?"

"Not at all. Like I suspected, it's a lot of fun and I feel very sexy doing it."

"And you look it, honey. Turn all the way to your right so I can get you in profile."

She turned. "I can do this a little longer, but I really need to get out of these shoes."

"Sorry, I forgot." He jumped up quickly and looked around. "Can you sit on the bed to take them off?"

She turned to face him and put her hands on the closet door frame above her head. "A few like this?" She asked knowingly.

He gawked and worked the shutter button rapidly. She slowly let her hands slide down the frame and leaned forward. Her huge, jiggling breasts strained the cups to the point that a hint of areola peeked out.

"My word," Rex whispered, moving closer until just her breasts filled the viewfinder. He snapped off more than a dozen of just her enormously bulging breasts before backing away toward the dresser. "Go to the bed and sit down, please."

From her slight grimace as she went to the bed, he knew the shoes were as uncomfortable as they were sexy.

"We're probably going to need some strategic camera angles and arm placement," she said hiking up the waistband of the g-string and looking down at herself. "My tummy's going to spill over this little thing when I sit."

"I love your tummy," he grinned. "And if I may paraphrase someone, I know a man is never supposed to say this, but your little belly is adorable. Really."

She gave him an appreciative look and sat on the bed. Rex sat in the chair again and snapped away as she crossed her legs and leaned down, a little awkwardly because her immense breasts were in the way, and unstrapped the shoe.

"Ohhhh yesssssssssss," she sighed deliriously as the shoe came off. She massaged her foot. "I know there are lots of women who wear shoes like this everyday, all day, but I don't know how. I couldn't."

"This is undoubtedly a dumb man question," he said, clicking away as she switched legs. "But are they the right size?"

She nodded emphatically. "They fit exactly like they're supposed to. That's the problem. They lift your heel while putting your weight on your toes, cramming them deeper as you walk. And then, if you're unaccustomed to spikes, you have to constantly be aware of maintaining balance. I'm sure it gets easier and less painful if you wear them all the time, but I'm not going to find out." She groaned as the second shoe came off. "I'll wear them around the house once in a while, but not for long stretches."

"I thank you, and were Billy here, I'm sure he would as well, but you don't have to wear them at all."

"We'll see." She smiled at him. "Roll the stockings down slowly?"

"Please."

She put both feet on the floor and began the slow, utterly tantalizing process of rolling the stockings down her legs while she craned her head over her incredibly thrusting breasts to look down at herself. Rex realized he had to slow with the snaps a little. He managed to restrain himself to twenty four, twelve for each leg.

"And?" She smiled at him, draping the stockings on the bed.

He glanced around. "I'd love to incorporate some of the mirrors, but I don't want to move all the lights."

"The bathroom's got multiple mirrors and from seeing myself every morning, lord knows it's got more than enough bright lighting."

"You are a genius," Rex smiled. "Plenty of light and mirrors. Lead on, please."

The camera clicking, he followed her when she stopped to take a long pull of wine directly from a bottle and then went into the bathroom.

"Yes, stand in front of the sink... A little to your left... Back up half a step... Perfect. With the mirrors, the camera has you from three sides. And none of them are unflattering. It's perfect. Absolutely perfect. Wait, don't move."

He raced to his closet and returned with a long, flat box. She smiled when he set it on the counter.

"A little something for moi?" She asked.

"For all of us. I think you're going to love it and I'm sure Billy will, too."

"I can't wait. Which off first? Bra or panties?"

"Panties," he said, raising the camera. "I can't wait to see the wax job. And please, look at yourself in the sink mirror."

"I think you'll both be pleased," she smiled, hooking her thumbs in the waistband to push the g-string down ever so slowly.

Rex couldn't help himself from zooming in gradually as the g-string came down and more and more of her fur peeked out. The skin around the fringe of hair was alabaster and even in close-up, the flesh showed no signs whatsoever of ever having had any hair at all. The g-string went lower to reveal that what had been a vertical strip, was now a delicately sculpted triangle pointing down.

"Absolutely lovely," he choked as she pushed it lower and her closed but very, very puffy lips came into view. "Hold, please."

She remained still while he zoomed in all the way until the little triangle and her fat lips filled the viewfinder. He took half a dozen shots like that and then backed out the zoom. "Okay."

"Let them fall or bend down?" She laughed lightly. "I probably shouldn't bend over too far or my boobs are going pull me to the floor."

"Let them fall and kick them to your right a little, please."

She pushed the g-string a little lower until it fell way. She gracefully removed her left foot, and then, dangling the tiny garment on her big toe, she stretched her right leg out like a ballerina and let the g-string drop to the floor. 

"That was amazing. So amazing I honestly forgot to push the shutter."

"Do you want me to do it again?"

"No, that's fine. But I'll definitely remember it for next time."

"I hope there's going to be a lot of next times," she said softly. "I can't believe how turned on I am right now."

He could tell she wasn't making that up. "We'll start winding down."

"I'm game as long as you are."

"Then we'd be here until Monday." He glanced at the counter. "Damn. Three hundred and one since I changed cards."

Her eyes widened a little. "That's more than eight hundred already."

"My shutter finger is definitely over-stimulated. That's getting to be about enough for one night. Maybe get the bra off and then put that on," he said, nodding at the box. "We'll do a few in here and then in the bedroom. It's going to scream for back-lighting."

"Now I'm really intrigued," she said reaching back for the quadruple bra clasps. "Ready for the avalanche?"

He nodded and raised the camera. "I'm going to try to pace myself."

"Once they get moving, I won't be able to slow them much."

"Unleash your beauties," he grinned.

With long-practiced, behind-the-back, Houdini-like dexterity, she popped the clasps one at a time. With each opening, her enormous breasts nudged forward a little more.

"Last one," she warned. "Three. Two. One."

She popped the last clasp and her breasts surged forward, succumbing to gravity. The back strap snapped forward to her sides and the weight of her huge breasts dragged the straps off her shoulders. Rex's plan to pace himself went out the window. The shutter machine-gunned as she crossed her arms over her front and reached up to pull the straps off her arms. She slowly dragged the cups off her gently swaying mounds and then dropped the bra on top of the g-string.

In the bright, but not too harsh light, her immense bosom was mindbogglingly beautiful. Her flesh was perfectly smooth and almost as pale as that around her little pubic bush. Her areola were crinkled and pebbled from the contraction caused by the swelling of her fat nipples.

Rex moved into the bathroom to capture her entire body, but especially her gigantic breasts, from every angle the mirrors presented. 

"Put your hands on the basin and lean in a little, please."

She leaned in like she was looking at herself in the mirror. He moved around her, trying but failing to keep himself out of all the reflections. "You are an exquisitely sensual work of art, honey."

She smiled at him in the mirror and thrust her bottom at him as she leaned lower. He took several more shots and then groaned in frustration.

"Fuck! The card's full already!"

"I thought I was the only one of us using that word lately," she laughed. "Don't you have another in your pocket?"

"Yeah, but that's over a thousand already."

"Change the cards. I'm dying to see what's in this box as much I'm assuming you want to see, and photograph me in it."

"You sure?"

Her smile widened. "What's another five hundred?"

He grinned back at her in the mirror and popped open the cover of the camera as he went back to the door. "What else would we be doing?" He asked sheepishly.

"As I mentioned, I've got something planned for you and your tongue."

He finished swapping out the cards. "Okay, we'll consider the next set just a test and I promise I'll keep it under a hundred."

"I'll want to see the counter when we're done," she winked.

He raised the camera and snapped once. "Open it up, please."

She eagerly removed the lid and opened the tissue paper. "It's beautiful," she sighed, lifting the full length gown out of the box. It was black and completely sheer with a bodice that tied in front with a small pink bow.

"I had them take up the bottom so you won't be dragging it." He added; "The top part has... You'll see."

He stopped taking pictures so he could just watch as she pulled it over her head and then smoothed and stretched it down. She had to reach inside and lift each breast to set them in the three-quarter cups.

"There are stays for support," she marveled. "And not the pokey metal ones." She tugged the bodice into place and looked at herself in the mirror. "Wow, this is beautiful, honey."

"Untie the bow and open the top part," he said as he raised his camera to start snapping again.

She pulled the bow and opened the lapels. The bodice lifted her enormous breasts as if on a shelf, fully presenting them and her swollen nipples.

"Astonishing," Rex whispered.

"Thank you so much. It really is beautiful. Must have cost an arm and a leg."

"And worth every cent." He lowered the camera. "Can you close it back up and we'll do some shots out here, please?"

She nodded. "I can see why you want back-lighting."

He had her stand in the middle of the room and then worked his way around her, capturing her thinly-veiled silhouette from all sides.

"Do you want me to open the top again?"

He checked the camera counter. "No. That's one hundred and two."

"I really don't mind, honey."

"I do. Eleven hundred is a lot. It could take an hour to download, and then who knows how long just to sort through the first pass to delete blurry shots and near-exact duplicates." He set the camera on the dresser and leaned back to look at her. "You should be wearing that when Billy gets back tomorrow."

"I will." She paused. "Did you read my journal entry from last night? I did it this morning."

"Haven't had time, but I'm looking forward to it."

He watched as she pulled off the gown.

"Well, he and I talked last night and we both really, really want you to watch us when he gets back."

"It'll be almost two days since..." Rex grinned. "He's probably going to be pretty wild."

"I imagine he'll be very rambunctious," she smiled, draping the gown over the chair.

"More wine?"

"Not right now." She pulled back the covers and sat nakedly on the side of the bed. "But I would like you to do us both a favor and get the shoe box from my closet."

His heart almost stopped in terror. "What?"

"The shoe box with my vibrators."

His mind was racing in overdrive and crashing into brick walls. "I... don't..."

"Don't bother trying, honey. You're a terrible liar," she smiled warmly. "It's one of the things I love most about you. You're so bad at it; I know you never do it. And you're an even worse actor."

"How long have you known?"

"From the very first day you plugged in the camera alarm clock. I was suspicious the instant you said it was a joke-gift because you're late for work." She smiled a little wider. "You're never late for anything. You're more conscientious about being on time than anyone I know. Another quality I admire in you."

"You don't seem to be upset." He paused. "Should I be pleased or frightened by your demeanor?"

"Pleased. As soon as I realized what was going on, it was thrilling to know that you cared." She paused and then softly added: "And, that you were watching."

"Maybe not. I have a confession to make. I put it in because I thought you were having an affair."

"Let me guess: You thought I was cheating because you noticed a dried 'sex' stain in the bed?"

Rex nodded.

"You finally noticed. As tacky as this sounds, I had been leaving those for more than a month on purpose."

"Why?"

"To get your attention, silly doctor."

"I don't understand."

"For such a smart man, you can be pretty dense sometimes. I wanted you to see that I was... becoming sexually viable again. With the way we've been for so long, I was afraid you would reject me if I was too direct with wanting, needing, physical love." She sighed. "I was a little or a lot too coy. I imagined you'd notice the stain and say something. Then I could pretend to get embarrassed and explain that I was having lurid dreams and was going crazy. And then you would comfort me and I would ask you to examine me and one thing would lead to another and..." She smiled. "Well, we got here anyway."

He smiled back and shook his head in amazement. "That's some seriously devious thinking. I love it."

"I thought you might. I enjoyed putting on all those shows for you. And, surprising the heck out of me, it made me realize I'm an exhibitionist." She smiled. "I also know about the cameras in the picture and the one in your lamp."

He smiled in relief. "There's another one in the front of the TV."

She glanced at the TV and nodded. "That way you had the entire room covered. I didn't ever pick my nose or fart, did I?"

He laughed and so did she.

"I'm embarrassed, mortified and, I guess thrilled," he said. "I can only say sorry and thank you in the same breath."

"And lastly, I know there are cameras in the guest room and that you watched Billy and I the first time. I knew when it was happening and it made me even more aroused to know you were watching."

Rex was stunned again."Does he?"

"No. I'm sure he doesn't."

"Should we, should I, tell him?"

"Not now. Let's wait a little longer and see what happens with everything. I don't think he would be upset. But if we tell him and he is upset, I'll say it was my idea because I wanted to relive it long after he had moved on to start his own family." She paused. "And that's true. Before long, maybe a year, maybe several, he's going to meet someone and fall in love. When that happens, he and I will cease our... activities. I won't tolerate or be involved with any kind of cheating, with or by anyone. Especially not my own son."

Rex was amazed. Amazed at everything, most of all at how smart his wife was. "You are truly a remarkable woman," he said.

She smiled. "I'd like to think so. And I want you to make a copy of that night in the guest room that I can watch in here while you go down on me until you have lockjaw or I can't come anymore."

"I'll do it tonight."

"No you won't. Right now you're going to get the box of vibrators and use each and every one of them on me. Then you're going to get naked and we're going to lick and suck each other until we fall asleep."

He went to get the shoe box. When he came back she was stretched out on the bed, already rubbing herself.

"Another time or many, I'll let you photograph me masturbating. Tonight I need your attention, hands and mouth focused elsewhere."

He smiled.

*****

The next afternoon Rex was editing the pictures when Helen came into his office.

She looked at a shot of herself in the closet in her bra, thong and stockings, and laughed.

"Good lord. That looks like it's been digitally altered. My boobs are too much."

"Boobs can be too big. Yours aren't. Pushing it, but not quite."

She kissed the top of his head and rubbed his neck. "You really enjoy this, don't you?"

"Very much and thank you very much." He pointed at the monitors. "From a total of one thousand, one hundred and twenty nine, I deleted a little more than two hundred that were blurry. Then another three hundred or so that were virtual duplicates. Now I'm trying to cull the remaining six hundred plus to half that before I save them."

"Doesn't it get tedious?"

He smiled up at her. "Not at all. I love it. It's the simple, straightforward admiration of beauty."

"You are wayyyyyy too sweet." She kissed him on the lips and then looked at the monitors. "Do you think we should tell Billy about this?"

Rex sat back. "As you said, let's hold back on revealing the video. But I think he'd really like to look at some of these."

She smiled. "Of that I have no doubt. My only concern would be that he might be very tempted to share some with my face blurred, with others and they would find their way to the Internet." She crinkled her nose. "Or maybe I might have heard too many horror stories about that type of thing?"

"I seriously doubt that. If you made it clear to him that they were only for his eyes, I'm certain he would respect your wishes."

She nodded. "You're probably right as usual. Anyway, I came up to tell you that he texted a few minutes ago and should be here in half an hour or so."

"How did it sound?" Rex grinned.

"All caps, quoting the foreplay line from "Mrs. Doubtfire:" BRACE YOURSELF!"

They both laughed.

Rex said. "How long has it been?"

"A little more than forty hours."

"An eternity for an eighteen year old."

"The first one... We'll probably need a mop for it. Anyway, did you want to watch us?" She asked hopefully.

"I do. Where do you want to, um..."

"I was thinking our bedroom?"

"Sure."

"And would you mind...?"

Rex smiled. "Turning on the video cameras?"

She smiled wider and nodded. In response, he made a few clicks and then they were looking at the four camera view of their bedroom on the center monitor.

"Can you zoom in or whatever?"

He zoomed in with each.

"The detail is incredible," she said, shaking her head in wonder.

"If I may offer a suggestion?"

"Please do," Helen said enthusiastically.

"Maybe the very first time, have him sit on your side the bed and kneel in front of him. That would probably get his eruption from the best possible angles."

"Will do," she beamed and then leaned down to kiss him on the mouth again. "Thank you so much."

"You're more than welcome. Now, you better get going. I know you like to shower first."

"And put on that gown. Are they recording now?"

"Yes. But I can stop the recording until later."

"Please don't. I want you to watch me getting ready and everything else."

"So do I."

A little more than half an hour later, Rex heard, or rather felt the front door open and slam shut.

"I'm home!" Billy yelled.

On the monitor, Rex watched his wife step over to the windows in their bedroom where the afternoon sunlight washed over her glorious silhouette under the long, black transparent gown. She had opened all the heavy curtains, but the sheers were still closed, allowing for privacy while flooding the room with natural light. The bed was turned down with extra pillows, including the sex pillow, and there was a stack of towels on her night table.

"Up here," she called.

Footsteps pounded up the stairs and then Billy stepped into the bedroom. His eyes bulged almost comically again. "Holy something!" He choked, gawking at his mother in wonder.




The Oedipus Complexity Pt. 04



She let him get a long look and then she went to him slowly, twisting her shoulders a little extra to emphasize the bulging sway of her huge breasts straining against the bodice.

"That... You are amazing, mama," Billy said thickly.

"How was the concert?" She smiled.

"What concert?" He choked, staring at her barely-concealed breasts when she stopped in front of him.

She looked down at herself. "Pull the bow."

His hand trembling, he reached up and pulled it. Her enormous breasts sprang free, jutting and heaving massively. His other shaking hand came up and he mashed them together to dip his head and suck in both straining nipples at once.

"Yesssssss," Helen sighed as her son eagerly sucked and kneaded the doughy mounds.

She took his head in her hands and lifted his lips to hers. His hands roamed everywhere, especially her plump bottom, as they kissed and moaned.

"That's long enough," she said, pulling away to lead him to the side of the bed.

She knelt in front of him and put her hands on the front of his straining jeans. "It looks, and feels like you need a lot of attention, baby."

He stared down and smiled dazedly, his head nodding mechanically.

"Let's get your clothes off and then you better sit down," she said, unfastening his pants.

Rex started easing in the zoom on the camera in the TV grill.

Billy pulled off his t-shirt while his mother pulled down his pants. Instead of underpants, he was wearing a jock-strap that bulged almost to the point of absurdity.

"I like that. I like that very much," Helen whispered. "And it's soaked," she added, darting her eyes to look directly into the alarm clock camera. "Completely drenched."

She helped Billy take off his shoes and pants. When she reached up for the wide waistband of the jock, Rex saw that her hands were shaking. Last week, in the guest room, she had taken her time pulling down his underpants. Now she yanked the jock to mid-thigh with one pull. Billy's huge cock almost hit her in her the face when it sprang up. It shot straight out for the briefest instant and then it swelled to full erection in a few heartbeats and poured a thick rivulet of pre-come onto his mother's wobbling breasts.

"Sit down, baby," she whispered, stretching to grab a towel from the night table.

Billy sat heavily on the bed and opened his legs as he leaned back on his elbows.

"It's so, so big." Helen whispered, scooting between his legs. She rose up a little higher and put her hands on either side of his hips to lean down and graze the throbbing rod with her enormous breasts.

That was all it took. Suddenly, he cried out and his cock bucked and spat a huge wad. Smiling in delight, Helen quickly wrapped her breasts around the spewing rod and titty-fucked him feverishly.

"Yesssssssss," she groaned as her son's massive cock erupted in a volcanic torrent of pent-up need.

In a matter of seconds his heaving chest and belly, and his mother's pumping breasts were slathered with come and still he continued to spray, moaning loudly and humping against her. This was by far the heaviest and longest orgasm Rex had yet witnessed.

Finally, after what was at least a full minute, the spurting slowed and ebbed to a trickle and Billy collapsed into the bed.

"That was... breathtaking," Helen whispered, seemingly dazed herself. Her eyes glassy, she reached for the towel to briefly clean herself and her son.

"Do you need a second to catch your breath?" She asked.

Billy gulped a deep breath and rose up to look at her with a smile as he shook his head. "B-better do one more before we fuck, mama."

Helen smiled and dropped the towel. She grasped his massively throbbing rod in both hands and levered it straight up. With no delay, no teasing, no preamble at all, she leaned down and took the tip into her mouth.

"Yesssssssss," Billy whimpered. "Suck it!"

It took her a few seconds to engulf the head, and then once she had it in her mouth, her cheeks began to hollow and her hands milked the incredibly thick rod fast and hard. Rex could hear her mewling and sucking noises getting louder and louder with each of his racing heartbeats.

Maybe thirty seconds, maybe that long after she'd started sucking, Billy began to convulse and his hips bucked up. With the lamp camera zoom in as far as it would go, Rex saw the base swell and then the swelling was rippling up the shaft. Helen gagged. It was clear she was trying not to choke, but she pulled her mouth off with a gasp and yet kept pumping the spraying piston as two shots splattered on her cheek. And then she was moaning and from her expression Rex was all but certain she was having a small orgasm herself.

Gradually, the ejaculations tapered off and Billy once more fell back into the bed. Helen looked into the camera and shook her head in astonishment.

"Do you need a couple seconds now, honey?" She asked.

Billy lay there for several moments before he slowly sat up. Helen scooted back a little and they kissed.

"Let me get you ready, mama," he said softly.

"I'm ready," she smiled, standing up. "Just be very gentle at first."

She knelt on the side of the bed and leaned forward on her hands, her enormous tits swaying fat and heavy.

Billy got up and stood behind her. He pulled the long gown up and over her back. She leaned her shoulders into the bed to dip her back a little and thrust her ass and pussy back in a vulgar display of animal need.

"Fuck me, baby," she groaned. "Fuck mama's little pussy with your huge cock."

Gripping his rod, Billy stepped closer and she gasped when he pressed the leaking head against her bloated slit.

"Yessssss," she cried, thrusting back in panting hunger.

He dragged the head up and down a few times and then slowly, gently eased the tip and then the entire head into her opening, making her groan loudly. And then he put both hands on her hips and began to slowly feed her his giant spar.

Rex backed the zoom out until he had both of them in profile and watched as Billy fucked his mother deeper and deeper, making her moan louder and louder.

Rex had never been happier in all his years. And he was certain the same was true for them. Speaking to one in particular, he said aloud: "And they all lived happily ever after."

THE END