12 comments/ 118851 views/ 81 favorites The Son Who Loved Me By: kudzu41999 For Janine, it was the family business all the time. She sighed. She should have known it would be like this all time. Since her husband knew how to run the business, it was up to her run the sales and marketing. At first it was fun. Janine found herself traveling to a lot of large cities. Even after her boys were born, Janine found a nanny and flew to the next stop of her husband's endless client list. However, the fun stopped when Janine ran into Mr. Crumb. He was the head of a huge distribution center and her husband wanted his products in Mr. Crumb's warehouses. "Sorry, Janine," said Mr. Crumb, "I don't need your husband's products." "Why not?" asked Janine, "We're willing to make concessions." "What concessions?" asked Mr. Crumb, "What can I possibly want from you when I already have the same prices I want from your competition?" "There's got to be something else you want," said Janine. "I already have an ironclad ten-year contract from each one of your competitors," said Mr. Crumb. For the first time, Janine felt lost. Usually she could sweet talk her husband's potential customers into at least trying the products. In the case of Mr. Crumb, Janine started to run out of options. "So, who's the guy following you around?" asked Mr. Crumb with a devilish smile. "That's my son, Donnie," said Janine. "Really?" asked Mr. Crumb. Suddenly, Janine felt uncomfortable with Mr. Crumb's knowing grin. The portly man seemed to enjoy putting Janine on the spot. His eyes seemed to stare right into her mind. At times, Janine would encounter clients who wanted her to bestow sexual favors on them to land a lucrative deal, but Janine knew that was all in the past. True, Janine had worked hard to keep in shape and stay out of the sun, but Janine knew she was no supermodel. In high school, Janine found herself being called "Plain Jane". Only her husband thought she was sexy and that was the main reason why she married him. Over the years, her husband's age caught up with him and he was plagued with medical problems. Thus, sex was something Janine rarely thought about. On the other hand, Mr. Crumb was implying an impropriety on her part. Janine blushed. It was rare that anyone ever called her virtue into question. Sure, many people thought that Janine had married her husband for his future stake in the company, but that was a long time ago. "What are you trying to say?" asked Janine. "Relax," said Mr. Crumb, "I have a heart condition." "I wouldn't do it anyway," said Janine proudly. "I don't doubt it," said Mr. Crumb, "But I'm wondering about that strapping young guy you have following your around." "That's my son," said Janine. Mr. Crumb shrugged his shoulders. He didn't seem to believe her. "I don't care what you say he is," said Mr. Crumb, "Does your husband know about him?" Janine blushed. She didn't know what to think. Was he implying that she was having a young lover on the side? "Don't play coy with me," said Mr. Crumb, "I read your file." "What file?" asked Janine. "I have files on everyone that walks into my office," said Mr. Crumb. "Why do you have a file on me?" asked Janine. "That boy who travels with you stays in your hotel room," said Mr. Crumb, "And he is not a company employee." "He's my son," said Janine, "What makes you think he is not my son?" Mr. Crumb shrugged his shoulders. Even though he displayed an innocent expression, Janine knew that the man was insinuating something lurid. She frowned, knowing that Mr. Crumb was wanting to know everything tawdry about her life. Slowly, the corpulent man puffed on his ever-present cigar. He watched every expression on Janine's face with great delight. "What do want from me?" asked Janine. "I assure you that I don't want anything from you except for the truth," said Mr. Crumb. "I am telling you the truth," said Janine. "You do have a son," said Mr. Crumb, "And my employees have called on him before." "Yes," said Janine, "David Jr. works at the main office with my husband." "Exactly," said Mr. Crumb, "He works in the mailroom." "How did you know he worked in the mailroom?" asked Janine. "Like I said," said Mr. Crumb, "We keep tabs on all of our competitors and on all of our potential suppliers." "How long have you been talking to David Jr.?" asked Janine. Mr. Crumb shrugged his shoulders innocently. The man seemed to relish his successful acquisition of a corporate spy. "Have you been spying on us?" asked Janine. "Actually," said Mr. Crumb, "He contacted us." "Why would he contact you?" asked Janine. Her head was spinning. Did her husband know that his own son was revealing sensitive company information? There was hell to pay, thought Janine. "Before you go and crucify your only son," said Mr. Crumb, "I would like to point out that David Junior is still working in the mailroom after graduating from college." "Were you offering him a job?" asked Janine, "Is this what this is all about?" "I didn't offer anyone a job," said Mr. Crumb, "I have plenty of people already. I don't need another wet-behind-the-ears college graduate." "Now that I know this," said Janine, "I've got tell my husband." "You must do what you feel is right," said Mr. Crumb. "I didn't realize my son was such a mercenary," said Janine. "So?" asked Mr. Crumb, "Why is David Junior still working in the mailroom?" "I don't know," said Janine. "Where is your other son?" asked Mr. Crumb. "That's Donnie," said Janine, "He travels with me." Mr. Crumb did not look convinced. He looked at Janine with suspicious eyes. "How come Donnie does not show up in your annual Christmas card?" asked Mr. Crumb. Janine swallowed hard. There had been a deep rift between her husband and Donnie. Unlike David Junior, Donnie was the quiet one. When her husband ordered him to work in the office, Donnie politely refused. After that, Donnie was essentially thrown out of the house. Her husband cut him out of his will and let him find an education and employment elsewhere. Despite her protests, Donnie went into the Army and no one heard from him for years. It was only in recent months that Janine took him in after his tour of duty. "It's a long story," said Janine. Mr. Crumb motioned for Janine to continue talking, but she didn't know where to start. She sighed. It was a story that cut Janine to the core. It was the stake that drove her further away from her husband. Finally, Mr. Crumb set his cigar down on the giant ashtray on the corner of his mahogany desk. He seemed disappointed. He pressed a button on the side of his desk and founded his hands together. "I need to know I can trust my suppliers," said Mr. Crumb quietly, "And I think you're not being honest with me." At that, Janine was ushered out of Mr. Crumb's office. That was the end of her sales pitch. What in the world was Janine going to tell her husband? Hours later, Janine and Donnie found themselves at the hotel restaurant. Luckily, the restaurant was quiet. Most of the diners had already left. It was getting late and Janine was finally free to have some dinner. Donnie noticed that his mother was very quiet. She did not even look up at the waiter when he came to ask for their order. "If you don't mind," said Donnie to the waiter, "We'll both have salads." Then Donnie questioned the waiter on the available wines. After a few minutes, Donnie settled on an inexpensive bottle from the local winery. Pleased, the waiter hurried to the kitchen. Finally, Janine looked up at her son. The quiet little boy was now a suave and debonair gentleman who knew his way around a wine list. "You know your father would never pay for that," said Janine. "I know," said Donnie, "So the dinner is on me." Janine grabbed her son's hand. Even though she was thankful for his gesture, Janine felt obliged to pick up the tab. "I can't ask you to do that," asked Janine. She wondered where Donnie had acquired all of his newfound confidence. In fact, Janine felt a tinge of jealousy when Mr. Crumb's secretaries literally threw themselves at her son. She looked at the handsome man in front of him. Donnie had also acquired muscles that seemed to bulge out of his golf shirt. In fact, Janine noticed that women seemed to gravitate towards him like wolves to a lone sheep. "I love you, mother," said Donnie, "Why won't you let me pamper you?" "Because I feel guilty for letting you go," said Janine. "You didn't let me go," said Donnie, "Dad threw me out." "I tried to explain to him that you were not ready," said Janine. "Is David ready?" asked Donnie. "No," said Janine, "That's why he's still in the mailroom." "So what is that I hear about him calling the competition?" asked Donnie. "You don't miss a thing," said Janine. "Are you sure Mr. Crumb wasn't just saying that to upset you?" asked Donnie. "You're father didn't believe that either," said Janine. "What do you think?" asked Donnie. "I'm not paid to think," said Janine. "You can tell me," said Donnie. "I know," said Janine, "You won't set foot inside the company." "I was thrown out the last time that happened," said Donnie. "I remember that like it was yesterday," said Janine, "I wish I was there. I would have put a stop to all of this nonsense." "I know, mom," said Donnie, "You've always been on my side." "Your dad has been like this forever," said Janine, "I've just had to live with it." "Why?" asked Donnie. "Because I agreed to all of this before I even had babies," said Janine. "Are you sure?" asked Donnie. "It's all in writing, too," said Janine, "There's nothing I can do about it. It's your father's company and there's not a damn thing I can do about it." "I'm sure David wants a piece of it some day," said Donnie. "Your father will probably go public before letting David have any part of it," said Janine. "Wouldn't that be a surprise to David," said Donnie. "If David thinks he'll end up with the company," said Janine, "He's going to be really disappointed." At that, a waitress came over to the table. Usually, Janine did not care to look at the waitress, but the young woman immediately smiled very broadly at her son. Of course, Donnie was polite and very gracious, but the women quickly forgot that Janine was even there. Unconsciously, the pretty waitress thrust her ample bosom as she put the salad plate in front of her son. Janine saw the waitress fiddle with a button on her blouse and rolled her eyes. With great indignation, Janine saw the size of the woman's breasts and glared at the young lady with envy. "Do you need anything else?" chimed the lovely waitress at Janine's son. Politely, Donnie turned to his mother and repeated the question. When his mother shook her head, the waitress giggled and slowly walked away. Janine blushed. She could feel herself getting angry at the open display of flirtatious behavior, but she could not pinpoint the reason why. That was when Donnie put a gentle hand on her knee. Janine almost jumped. She had not expected that soft touch. It had been a long time since her husband had even touched her in private. "I'm sorry, Mom," whispered Donnie, "I was wondering if you wanted me to pour you some wine. I know you've had a rough day." Janine turned around and found Donnie's face only inches away from hers. Unlike her husband, Donnie did not bother with cologne or even aftershave. Unlike David Junior, Donnie was not big on ceremony. He didn't like posing for the camera or pretending to be anyone he was not. Janine smiled. That was why Janine had a soft spot for Donnie. When he was younger, Donnie loved nothing better than cuddling with his mother. He didn't want to be the center of attention except when it came to her. Of course, David Junior teased him mercilessly about being a "momma's boy", but Donnie didn't care. He always stopped what he was doing to care for her. Just like tonight, Donnie was still looking out for his mother. "How did you know that?" asked Janine. Donnie took the bottle and expertly popped the cork. He took a moment to sniff the cork and shrugged his shoulders. "It's going to be sweet," said Donnie, "You might enjoy this." Without asking for reaction, Donnie poured the wine for the two of them. Janine smiled. She was impressed at her son's self-confidence. Secretly, she wondered if her husband had seen this side of his son. Still, Donnie did not dare to set foot inside the company. He would drop her off at the front door and open the trunk, but Donnie steered clear of the employees. It was a sad situation, but Janine completely understood her son's hesitation. Her son lifted up his wine glass for a toast. Janine lifted her glass, too. "To the future," said Donnie. "And to Donnie," said Janine, "I'm glad you're back." At that, Janine leaned over to kiss her son on the cheek. Donnie leaned over, too. Accidentally, Donnie's lips met hers. They were soft and inviting. In the past, Donnie had always been affectionate with her. Unlike David Junior, Donnie had no problems kissing his mother on the mouth. Unfortunately, Janine immediately lost track of time. What should have only lasted a brief second turned into a marathon smooch of epic proportions. To make matters worse, Donnie placed a hand on Janine's knee. His touch sent dormant feelings up and down her legs. His soft touch ignited a sexual tension she had long been repressing. Finally, Donnie broke off the kiss. His face was flushed and he could not look at his mother in the face. Quickly, Donnie took a big gulp of the wine. Janine tried to get her breathing back to normal. She found herself perspiring and swallowed a large amount of the wine. She blinked a few times. She wondered if it was really her son giving her a kiss to end all kisses. It was great smooch, but Janine felt embarrassed that she actually enjoyed it. "I'm sorry about that," said Donnie, "I'm not sure what had gotten into me." With thinking, Janine pushed her chair over until she was sitting right next to her son. She took his hand and looked deeply into his eyes. She could sense something was wrong, but she could not put her finger on real issue. Her curiosity was getting the best of her and she really wanted to know what her son was thinking. "No, no, no," said Janine, "I'm your mother. You can kiss me anytime you want." Donnie seemed happy that his mother was not angry, but he seemed to be embarrassed about something. Janine waited patiently for her son to answer her. "I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be kissing my mother that way," said Donnie. "You've always kissed me on the lips," said Janine. "I'm having those thoughts again," said Donnie. "What are you talking about?" asked Janine. "I'm having bad thoughts about you," said Donnie, "And I'm not supposed to be having these thoughts about you." Janine giggled. She finally discovered that her youngest son actually had sexual thoughts. Donnie looked at his mother suspiciously. "Thank God," said Janine, "Your older brother kept telling me you were gay." Donnie just rolled his eyes. He did a few hand motions signifying that his older brother was probably crazy. "David just wants the company," said Donnie, "That was the thing that got me kicked out of the company." "What are you talking about?" asked Janine. "I told Dad that David was telling everyone to be nice to him because he would inherit the company when Dad died," said Donnie. "Really?" asked Janine, "How come this is the first time I am hearing about this?" "Dad said I was a liar and threw me out," said Donnie. "Your Dad said that you did not want to work in the company," said Janine. "I told Dad that I didn't want to work for David," said Donnie, "He was ordering me around like a tyrant. I can't stand it when he acts like some big shot asshole." "Really?" asked Janine, "That makes more sense." "When Dad showed up," said Donnie, "David started telling Dad all sorts of lies." Janine nodded as she swallowed more of the wine. Donnie poured her some more when she emptied the glass. "Now it all makes sense," said Janine, "Why didn't you tell me this?" "I did try to tell you all of this," said Donnie, "But you were in St. Louis at the time." There was a pause. They drank more wine as they started on their salads. Still, Janine was curious about Donnie's bad thoughts. "Donnie, dear," said Janine, "What kind of bad thoughts are you having about your mother?" Immediately, Donnie grew quiet. He quickly occupied himself with devouring his salad. Janine leaned over and playfully placed her head on his shoulder. "Please tell me," said Janine, "Your father hasn't had any bad thoughts about me in a very long time." "It's embarrassing," said Donnie. "So why do you think these thoughts are bad?" asked Janine. "My psychiatrist said so," said Donnie. "I didn't know you were seeing a psychiatrist," said Janine, "How long has this been going on?" "It started in the Army," said Donnie, "I have to get a new one." "Do you have money to pay for one?" asked Janine, "Do you have insurance?" "I'm working on it," said Donnie. "If that's the case," said Janine, "I'll take the check." "Are you sure?" asked Donnie. "So are these thoughts sexual?" asked Janine. She looked over at her son. His face was beet red. At first, Janine wanted laugh, but she had a feeling her son would not appreciate her reaction. "It's perfectly natural for you to have sexual thoughts about your mother," said Janine, "I'm the first woman in your life. Everything has to start somewhere." That was an outright lie, thought Janine. She knew that morbid curiosity was getting the best of her. It had been so long since someone had taken an interest in her sexually. Sure, there were powerful men who wanted to get into her pants, but she knew these men chased after anything that wore a skirt. Even Mr. Crumb wanted to know all about her non-existent sex life. No, Donnie was different. She had always wondered if Donnie had an Oedipal complex. Growing up, Donnie spent more time with her than boys his age. When she was home, Donnie followed her around like a wounded puppy. "Are you mad at me?" asked Donnie. "No," said Janine, "I'm not sure why this should be bothering you now. You're a grown man. You have young women literally throwing themselves at you." "Really?" asked Donnie. "That kooky waitress wanted to show you her boobs," said Janine. Donnie seemed surprised at his mother's choice of words. Janine giggled. Obviously, Donnie had never heard his mother use this kind of language. "I don't want to see her boobs," said Donnie. "Did you want to see mine?" asked Janine jokingly. Donnie blushed again. Janine felt the wine going straight to her head. Without thinking, Janine unbuttoned her blouse like the waitress. She leaned forward and let her son peer into her blouse. Since they had returned to the hotel, Janine had left her bra upstairs in their room. Janine pulled her son forward so much so that he was literally breathing down her blouse. She heard Donnie sigh. Without thinking, Janine pressed her lips to Donnie's lips. Urgently, she pulled on his shirt to keep him near her body. To her surprise, Donnie did not resist. In fact, he scooted forward on his chair. One hand fell on her knee and the other on her back. His touch sent shivers up her spine. There was no explanation for the strange and happy sensations of having Donnie so close to her. She blamed her reaction on her husband's lack of attention. Her mind raced. Was she having sexual feelings towards her own son? They kissed for what seemed like an eternity. "Do you two need a moment?" asked Mr. Crumb. His deep voice interrupted their little moment of heaven. Janine gasped. Donnie still had his hand on her knee as she noticed who was speaking with them. The Son Who Loved Me Pt. 02 Donnie opened his eyes. He was exhausted. The room was dark save for the city skyline through the window wall. Still, the electric lights from the neighboring high-rise buildings cast a glow on his mother. She was spread-eagle across the bed and the pink satin sheets over the honeymoon bed. A wave of guilt came across him. There she was. Donnie could see her reddened folds of skin below the patch of hair on her crotch. There was no doubt that it was his creamy liquid that was oozing out of her exposed vagina. The image of her face was seared in his memory as his manhood pumped massive amounts of semen deep inside her. There was no stopping his penis from squirting. His mother was on top. She had ordered him to make love to her. She did not bother with a condom and Donnie was almost certain that she was not on the pill. His mother had even bragged about her lack of sex with her father. Obviously, his father had not fulfilled his duties as a husband. Unfortunately, Donnie felt even more guilt when he looked over at his unclothed mother. Her perfectly perky breasts were enticing him again. Sure, Donnie had seen bigger breasts in his time in the Army, but his girlfriends always ran for the door once he pulled down his pants. Even in the dim light, his penis was tingling. It was starting to awaken like an ancient snake looking for another cave to explore. True, he was not a virgin anymore, but what if his mother was pregnant? There was no escaping family. Donnie had enlisted in the Army just to escape his family, but that never happened. The family Christmas gather would be very different if his mother was pregnant. Looking down at her angelic face, Donnie sighed. He wanted more. Still, he felt sick and twisted. He had ejaculated into his own mother like some depraved lunatic. Donnie knew he should have stopped everything. He should never have licked her crotch. Only a perverted person put their tongue on their mother's private places. On the other hand, Donnie's gaze lingered on her perfectly lithe body. His mind wandered. He started to salivate. He wanted desperately to violate his mother in so many ways. Donnie really wanted her warm, inviting sensuality, but he knew he had to tear his eyes away from her naked body. "What have I done?" murmured Donnie. Donnie could still picture his mother's face as her eyes rolled back in her head each time he thrust his hips forward. He could remember each moan and groan as she rode his penis like an an electric bull. Clearly she had been enjoying herself. This only made him go faster and deeper. Her screams of pleasure were still ringing in his ears. The entire honeymoon suite smelled like perfume, wine, and semen. "She's going to kill me," said Donnie. There was no clock in the honeymoon suite, but Donnie felt like he had spent an eternity in the bed. Slowly, he swung his feet off the bed and onto the carpet. As soon as his feet hit the floor, Donnie could feel the pain of over-exertion from his hips down to his toes. His testicles felt empty and his penis felt a little raw. Carefully, he made his way to the bathroom to wash off the scent of sex on his body. Donnie returned to find his mother crying. Immediately, he panicked. Did he hurt her? Why on earth would she be crying? Her mascara was running down her beautiful face and Donnie sat down beside her. Immediately, Donnie put his arm around her. "Mom, mom, are you hurt?" asked Donnie. His mother looked up from her tear-stained sheets. He waited breathlessly for her answer. Instead of speaking, his mother wrapped her arms around him in a cheerful embrace. "Are you okay?" asked Donnie. "I thought you left," said Janine. "Why would I leave?" asked Donnie. Janine stopped herself. This was a question she did not want to tell her own son. For moment, Janine felt lost in the dark. In her exhaustion, Janine did not realize what had happened. Still, his eyes focused completely on her. To her surprise, Janine blurted out her reason for the disorientation. "Your father left me after he got me pregnant with your older brother," said Janine. "What are you talking about?" asked Donnie. "Your father got me drunk and got me pregnant in a hotel room," said Janine, "When I awoke, he was gone." "What happened after that?" asked Donnie. "He found out later that I was having the baby with or without him," said Janine. Donnie nodded. Even though he had no respect for his older brother David, Donnie respected his mother for wanting to keep the baby. Despite David Junior's reckless and arrogant stunts, Donnie knew that she loved her boys very much. "What changed his mind?" asked Donnie. "His father found out and practically marched him to the altar," said Janine. "Way to go, grandpa," said Donnie. "He was a good man," said Janine. At that, Donnie found some facial tissues and wiped off the runny mascara. Janine smiled. It was not often than someone pampered her. The only people who pampered her expected a tip. Playfully, Janine slid her hand down to Donnie's exposed member. Her son's penis seemed to react quickly to her touch. "Are you horny again?" asked Janine. "Mom, what are you doing?" asked Donnie. "I'm flattered," said Janine. "About what?" asked Donnie. "That I'm your first," said Janine. "Mom, what if you're pregnant?" asked Donnie. "I don't think I'm pregnant," said Janine. "What would Dad say?" asked Donnie. "That son-of-a-bitch would not care less," said Janine. "Mom, don't say that," said Donnie. Janine was fascinated with Donnie's penis. She marveled at the thickness of his member. It was exactly like someone else's penis she knew. "It's definitely not like your father's penis," said Janine. Donnie could feel the blood rushing to his penis. His mental facilities seemed to decrease as she stroked his engorged member. He shivered with delight. He told himself this was not right. Still, Donnie could not deny his attraction to his own mother. He saw his mother offer up her nipple to him. Without thinking, Donnie took the nipple into his mouth as his own mother smiled. "Do you like it?" asked Janine. He nodded in agreement. After that, his mother offered up her other nipple. Hungrily, he devoured the hardened nipple. "You hated me when I stopped breast-feeding you," said Janine. "I can't help myself," said Donnie. "I can't help myself either," said Janine, "I hurt down there." "I'm sorry, Mom," said Donnie. "No need to be sorry," said Janine, "I loved every minute of it." "I don't want to hurt you," said Donnie. "I don't care," said Janine, "Only one other man has ever made love to me like that." "Who?" asked Donnie. Donnie looked at his mother. There was a wicked smile on her face. He waited. She giggled until Donnie pressed her for the answer. "What's so funny?" asked Donnie. "David is your half-brother," said Janine. "What are you talking about?" asked Donnie. "Your uncle got me pregnant," said Janine. Donnie's eyes grew as big as saucers. Janine put her hands across her mouth, but Donnie noticed the wicked smile on her face. "I wanted another baby," said Janine, "But your father refused." "What did you do?" asked Donnie. "I didn't do anything," said Janine, "Your uncle got me drunk and screwed my brains out." Donnie didn't know what was worse. Perhaps it was her choice of words. Perhaps, it was her bold attempt at honesty. "What are you trying to say?" asked Donnie. "Your uncle had the biggest penis I had ever seen," said Janine. "Are you trying to say that Uncle Phil is my father?" asked Donnie. Janine looked down at Donnie's large penis. "His penis was just as large as yours," said Janine, "I'm almost certain he was your biological father." "Why?" asked Donnie. Janine shrugged his shoulders. "I was sore for weeks," said Janine. "Why were you sore for weeks?" asked Donnie. "He was always trying to get into my pants," said Janine, "He used to dress up like your father and trick me into having sex with me." "How often did he do that?" asked Donnie. "Your uncle would get me drunk every time you father was not in town," said Janine, "He wasn't as nice as you, either." Donnie was shocked. He could only imagine what his mother had been through. "He wanted me in the worst way," said Janine, "All that stopped after he got me pregnant. After that, he didn't want anything to do with me." "Is that why he never comes to any of the family gatherings?" asked Donnie. Janine nodded. "He just wanted to fuck my brains out," said Janine. "Is there anyone who has ever wanted to be nice to you?" asked Donnie. At that, Janine moved forward and wrapped her arms around Donnie. She pressed her lips to his and he felt all of his resistance melt away. Donnie wanted those lips and he kissed her back like a long lost lover. "I love you so much," said Donnie. "I love you, too," said Janine. "What are we going to do now?" asked Donnie. Donnie was starting to regret opening up this new story about his real father. Donnie already had problems with one father. He didn't need another father to complicate his life further. As he waited for an answer, his mother laid down on the bed. She pulled him down onto her beautiful body. Quickly, she reached down and guided Donnie's erect member into between her legs. To his surprise, the walls of her vagina were wet and slippery. He watched his mother's mouth open as she inhaled. Her eyes rolled up. Her legs went up and she was doing a split. "Whoa," said Donnie, "I thought you were sore." His mother opened her loving eyes. Her lips pouted. "Kiss me, Donnie,"said Janine. Without hesitation, Donnie accepted the lips with love. He felt like a puppy running after his new owner. He loved everything about her. When she offered him her breasts, Donnie sucked on them hungrily. Needless to say, her nipples were hardened. Her vagina was sopping wet and his mother moved her hips up and down on his imbedded penis. Donnie shivered with pleasure as his mother moved the muscles in her vagina. "Do you love me, Donnie?" asked Janine. "I love you, mom," said Donnie. "Donnie," said Janine. "Yes, mom," said Donnie. "Call me Jan," said Janine. "Okay," said Donnie, "Why?" Donnie looked into her loving eyes. She gave him sweet kisses on his face. He was confused. This was not the same mother who scolded him when he was misbehaving. This was not the same mother who walked him to kindergarten. This was not the same mother who tried to mold him into a fine young gentleman. No, this was a sexual being that wanted nothing better than to feel carnal pleasure. "You were always a naughty boy," said Janine. By this time, Donnie was thrusting his hips between his mother's slender legs. Even though there was probably no more semen left in his body, Donnie found himself moving faster and faster to orgasm. He was starting to lose control. He knew this was wrong, but he wanted nothing more than to shoot another load of semen into his mother's forbidden furrow. "Just pretend that I'm your lover," said Janine, "Can I be your girlfriend?" "What about dad?" asked Donnie. "He doesn't need to know," said Janine. "He's going to know if I get you pregnant," said Donnie. She kissed him on the lips and Donnie stopped long enough to give her a proper kiss. In the back of his mind, Donnie told himself that his mother was already pregnant. There was no way that a woman can be injected with so much semen and not be pregnant. "Then you will take care of me," said Janine. "You know I will," said Donnie. "You said that to me a long time ago," said Janine. "I was still in grade school," said Donnie, "How do you remember that?" "You wanted to take me to school and tell everyone that I was your girlfriend," said Janine. "I didn't understand what a girlfriend was all about," said Donnie, "You were my best friend and you were a girl." "I can still be your girlfriend," said Janine. "I'd like that," said Donnie. "You used to take my used panties and sniff them," said Janine. At that, Donnie remembered those fond memories. When other boys were sneaking around looking at girlie magazines, Donnie was trying to get his hands on his mother's underwear. It used to make give him such an erection. "Sorry about that," said Donnie. "Don't be sorry," said Janine. With no warning, Janine reached to the nightstand and pulled out her underwear. For fun, Janine placed her dirty underwear under Donnie's nostrils. The intoxicating scent of her juices suddenly made Donnie shiver with excitement. His penis swelled and Janine felt the walls of her vagina enlarge to accommodate his engorged member. To make matters worse, Donnie's penis arched upwards. The tip of his penis rubbed directly on her G-spot. "Oh my God," yelled Janine. Donnie started to lose control. Furiously, the young man thrust his penis repeatedly into his mother's slick vagina. Janine could hear the sloppy liquids making lewd noises between her legs. She closed her eyes and saw stars. Once again, Janine was having another earth-shattering orgasm. Her legs flailed around helpless as her son's penis assaulted her exposed vagina with extreme vigor and force. In the height of their passion, something fell. Donnie turned his head for a brief moment. To his surprise, the mirror across the room fell. There was a rectangular hole in the wall where the mirror had been. Through the hole, there were people sitting around in their boxer briefs. They were standing behind a camera on a giant tripod. They were all focused on the action on the bed. "Oh no, not again," said Donnie. He lost control and ejaculated into his mother's vagina. Donnie pulled his mother close to him and put himself in front of the camera. "I'm still coming," said his mother. She was like a ragdoll in his hands. From the broad smile on her face, he knew she was enjoying herself immensely. Within minutes, his mother closed her eyes and collapsed in his arms. Her vagina had clamped onto his penis was not letting go. Donnie shivered as he felt more and more sperm explode into his mother's forbidden furrow. If she wasn't pregnant before, she was pregnant now, thought Donnie. With this beautiful woman in his arms, Donnie sighed. Once more, he had violated his mother once more. His felt so helpless to her charms. He had always lusted after her body, and he regretted it. To make things worse, someone was filming their incestuous lust. Now it all made sense. Mr. Crumb was not letting them stay in the honeymoon suite out of the goodness of his heart. The dirty old man was making his own sleazy films for his wicked pleasure. "Oh shit," said Donnie, "She's going to kill me." The men behind the fallen mirror froze. They watched in horror as Donnie glared at them. He was in no mood to have his private life exposed. Donnie knew that his face was already on camera. If his face was on camera, his mother's face would be there, too. Donnie and his mother would have a hard time trying to explain why the two of them were having sex. Carefully, Donnie pulled his penis out of his mother's vagina. His member glistened with her juices. This caused his mother to emerge from her post-orgasm reverie. She whined like a girl who had just lost her new toy. Her vagina made a lewd sound when his penis finally came out of her forbidden furrow. "I think we have company," whispered Donnie. Janine looked up. Her eyes grew as large as saucers. To his surprise, his mother slid off the bed and grabbed a pillow from the bed. She headed straight for the fallen mirror. Naked and not afraid, Janine popped through the opening in the wall and started swinging he pillow at the men with the giant camera. "You fucking perverts," yelled Janine, "How dare you peek into my bedroom?" To her surprise, the men tried to ask her questions. They seemed more interested in her sex life than in Janine actually causing them bodily harm. "Is he really your son?" "How long have you two been doing this role-playing?" "Aren't you sore?" "Is this really your first time to have sex in how many years?" "Is this your first big cock?" Janine continued yelling at the men. "Where the hell is Mr. Crumb?" asked Janine. "He's watching from his hotel room," said one of the men. "Where is his hotel room?" asked Janine. One of the men pointed to a window on the opposite side of the tiny room. To Janine's surprise, there was another honeymoon suite on the other side of the wall. There was another camera pointed through this window. It did not take Janine long to figure out that this was not just any window. This was another one-way mirror like the one in their own honeymoon suite. Still naked, Janine peered through the one-way mirror and gasped. By this time, Donnie was making his way into the tiny camera room. He was wondering why his nude mother was peering through the glass. "That's Phil," said Janine. She pointed to the couple that were having sex in the other room. "Uncle Phil?" asked Donnie. "Yes," said Janine, "And he's screwing some bimbo." Without warning, Janine pushed on the one-way mirror. It came crashing onto the floor in the other honeymoon suite. The men in the tiny room were yelling to her stop. Before anyone could stop her, Janine had slipped through the hole in wall where the one-way mirror had been earlier. She stomped right up to the man and started yelling at him. Donnie pushed the men in the tiny room back. He made a dash towards his mother. Without thinking, Donnie put himself between the men and his mother. "Back off," warned Donnie. Janine started yelling at the man. Since he had never seen his Uncle Phil except in photographs, Donnie could not verify the identity of the man. The man was older, perhaps in his fifties. He was standing between a young woman's shapely legs as she lay at the edge of the bed. There was a look of panic in his eyes. Suddenly, the young woman started to yell. "Oh no, daddy," said the young woman, "Did you come inside me?" "I'm sorry, baby," said the older man. "Oh, shit," said the young woman. At that, the young woman separated herself from the older man. There were tears coming from her eyes. Her fingers were between her hairless crotch in a vain effort to extract the semen dripping down her legs. She rushed by Donnie without a word. "Is that your daughter?" asked Janine. The older man was breathing hard. There was semen dripping from his half-erect penis. To Donnie's surprise, it looked a lot like his. It even had the size and girth. Could this really be his biological father, though Donnie. "Who are you accuse me?" asked the older man. "I asked you first," said Janine. "Mr. Crumb said you were fucking you own son," said the older man. "He's your son, too," said Janine. "You don't know that," said the older man. "Yes I do," said Janine. "It could have been David's baby," said the older man. "He's your son," said Janine, "Because I wasn't fucking anyone else." "I don't believe you," said the older man. "Of course not," said Janine, "You're too busy fucking your own daughter." "I didn't want her to be a slut when she was in college," said the older man. "But it's okay to fuck daddy dearest?" asked Janine. "Isn't that the same deal you gave your son?" asked the older man. "Watch it," said Janine. "David won't fuck you so you decided to get the next best thing," said the older man. At that, mom slapped the older man on the face. She picked up an empty champagne bottle and started to chase the older man around the room. "You left me after you got me pregnant and this is what I find you doing twenty years later," said Janine, "I'm going to kill you." The Son Who Loved Me Pt. 02 Donnie watched his mother whack the older man on the shoulder. With one hand on his penis, the older man tried to run away. They chased each other around the honeymoon bed. During this time, the men with the camera looked at Donnie. At that, Donnie turned to them and yelled. "Why are you all standing around here?" said Donnie, "Keep those cameras rolling. We've got a show to film." The Son Who Loved Me Pt. 03 Donnie waited patiently as Jenna spoke quietly with the pharmacist. She was holding a pregnancy test in her hand and asking questions in hushed tone. Clearly, Jenna was beautiful. If he didn't know any better, Jenna could have passed as his mother's younger sister. They had the same svelte build and delicate features. Everything about her was eerily similar to his mother down to the slender curves and thin lips. The only difference was her bright blue eyes which he could not see at the moment. Donnie looked down at his bag. There was a box of condoms inside. He wished that his mother would use a pregnancy test. After last night's endless sex session in the honeymoon room, Donnie had a nagging feeling that his mother was probably pregnant with his love child. Jenna thanked the pharmacist and walked to Donnie in her tight jeans and expensive blouse. Even though she dressed a rich college girl, Jenna did not put up a haughty air of superiority like some of the girls Donnie had met. There was something different about Jenna. She seemed to be overly paranoid at men. Still, Jenna decided to ride with him in one of Mr. Crumb's company cars to the drugstore. "Is everything okay?" asked Donnie. "I'm not pregnant," said Jenna with a smile. "That's great," said Donnie. "I'm so glad," said Jenna, "I didn't think he was going to come inside me." "It happens," said Donnie sheepishly. Jenna gave Donnie a knowing smile. He blushed. "Were you sleeping with your mom?" asked Jenna. "Yes," said Donnie. His honesty baffled Jenna. She had expected at least some lengthy explanation or even a complete denial. Instead, Donnie just answered in the affirmative with little no emotion. "Aren't you going to ask me if I was sleeping with my dad?" asked Jenna. "No," said Donnie. "Do you think I'm a slut?" asked Jenna. "I can't say anything," said Donnie. "Why not?" asked Jenna, "Everyone else says I'm a slut." "One," said Donnie, "I don't know who you are." "I'm your half-sister," said Jenna. "Two," said Donnie, "I was having sex with my mom." Jenna looked at me with surprise. Obviously she was expecting the usual runaround. Maybe the college boys in her life gave her the runaround. "I've never met anyone like you," said Jenna. "I've never met my sister," said Donnie. "I also heard I had another half-brother," said Jenna. Donnie rolled his eyes upwards. Jenna seemed surprised. "He's completely the opposite of me," said Donnie, "Sorry to disappoint you." Opening the car door, Donnie let Jenna sit down on the passenger side. He noticed that Jenna was watching him closely, but he smiled broadly. She seemed genuinely surprised. "I could have done that," said Jenna. "Sorry," said Donnie, "My momma taught me differently." She giggled and sat down. She continued to watch him as he walked around the car. She also watched him as he drove them back to Mr. Crumb's office. "You are different," said Jenna, "I've never met a momma's boy." "There's more of us than we'd like to admit," said Donnie. "Most of the guys I've met don't know how to treat a woman right," said Jenna. "What about your dad?" asked Donnie. "He's the only one," said Jenna. "Is that why you were being so nice to him?" asked Donnie. "You can say it," said Jenna. "What can I say?" asked Donnie. "I was fucking my dad," said Jenna, "And I'm not ashamed of that." Donnie shrugged his shoulders. "I can't be judgmental," said Donnie, "I was having sex with my mom." Jenna giggled. "Do you like older women?" asked Jenna, "Most of the guys I date don't like older women." "I don't normally date younger women," said Donnie. "Why not?" asked Jenna. Once more, Donnie shrugged his shoulders. He frowned. It was not a question was ready to answer. "I don't know," said Donnie, "Most of them run away." "Why? Do have AIDS or herpes?" asked Jenna. "No," said Donnie, "I wish it was that simple." "I want to know," said Jenna. "Why do you want to know?" asked Donnie. "I'm your sister," said Jenna, "Of course I want to know." "You're just trying to be nice to me," said Donnie. "Maybe," said Jenna, "But now I'm curious." "They think I'm a freak," said Donnie. "Why?" asked Jenna. "I'm just like your dad," said Donnie. Jenna immediately corrected Donnie's statement. She was very serious. "He's your dad, too," said Jenna. "That's why I look a lot like him naked," said Donnie. At that, Jenna laughed. Donnie looked at Jenna with curiosity. Why was she laughing? Donnie wanted to know. "What's so funny?" asked Donnie. "If have a cock as big as my dad," said Jenna, "I'd be jumping on your lap." "Sorry," said Donnie, "They usually run away." "Really?" asked Jenna, "I find that hard to believe." "It's true," said Donnie, "My mom is the first woman who didn't run away from me when I pulled down my pants." "Are you serious?" asked Jenna, "You were a virgin." Donnie sighed. It was not something he wanted to admit to his newly discovered sister. "Yes," said Donnie, "I hope you're not too disappointed." "No," said Jenna, "That's great." "Really?" asked Donnie, "Why do you say that?" "You see," said Jenna, "You don't know where the boys have been. Most guys never get tested for any diseases." "That's nasty," said Donnie, "So what do you do?" "That's another reason why I started having sex with my dad," said Jenna, "At least I know he goes to the doctor and gets check out. You never know what you can catch out there." "I agree," said Donnie. Jenna started to direct Donnie to her house. They went by block after block of two-story houses with well-manicured lawns and friendly people. Soon, Donnie pulled up to one of the two-story houses to drop off his passenger. "Are you sure you can get back to the office?" asked Jenna. "I think I can get back to the freeway," said Donnie. "If not," said Jenna, "Mr. Crumb has a cellular phone in the glove compartment. Just press zero to get the operator." "I appreciate that," said Donnie. "I would invite you inside," said Jenna, "But I promised my dad not to bring boys into the house." "I completely understand," said Donnie. "With no boys in the house," said Jenna, "I started walking around the house naked again." "What does your mom say?" asked Donnie. "My mom doesn't live here anymore," said Jenna. "I'm sorry to hear that," said Donnie. "I'm not," said Jenna, "My dad only married her because she looked like your mom." "Wow," said Donnie, "I didn't know that." "Well," said Jenna, "My dad talks in his sleep." "My mom says I talk in my sleep, too," said Donnie. "You see," said Jenna, "Like father, like son." "You look a lot like my mom," said Donnie. Jenna had a wicked smile on her face. "Relax," said Donnie, "I'm not going to hit on my sister." "You haven't made a pass at me," said Jenna, "Don't you find me attractive?" "I do," said Donnie, "But I've already crossed the line. I'm not sure I should be doing that a second time." "You didn't answer my question," said Jenna. "Yes," said Donnie finally, "You are very attractive. I'm sure you have all sorts of boys wrapped around your fingers." Jenna rolled her eyes. "Not with my dad around," said Jenna, "Am I going to see you again?" "Of course," said Donnie, "I have the feeling my mom and your dad are going to be spending more time together." "Why?" asked Jenna, "What's going to happen to the two of us?" "I think we'll be out in the cold," said Donnie. "That sucks," said Jenna. "I have a feeling my mom will be asking me to take you out so they can get together," said Donnie. Jenna frowned. The thought of someone taking her father away from her was not at all appealing to her. "All I know is that your dad better be nice to mom," said Donnie. "You sound jealous," said Jenna. "You bet your ass," said Donnie. "We can play that game, too," said Jenna. Donnie waited for Jenna to come around the car to the driver's side. He extended his arm out of the window and shook hands with his half-sister. "That's a deal," said Donnie. "We'll make them pay," said Jenna. "I like the way you think," said Donnie, "Smart and beautiful." Jenna blushed. "Call me," said Jenna. "I will," said Donnie, "That's a promise." As her newly discovered half-brother drove away, Jenna found herself thinking about Donnie. He was different. He was not brash or arrogant, but there was a quiet confidence about him. He seemed to think she was bright whereas most of the boys she met wanted stupid girls. Jenna knew she was highly intelligent. She wondered if it was time to change her mind about boys. Why could they not be as caring and cooperative as Donnie? She found herself thinking about Donnie more and more. Like he had predicted, Jenna's dad and Donnie's mom began a relationship. Janine never did go home and she filed for divorce after taking a job with Mr. Crumb. Her video with her son, Donnie, became an overnight success. In less than two years, Janine did more videos with Donnie and Jenna's dad was extremely jealous. Even though Jenna found herself without constant sex from her dad, Jenna was very happy for the break. She found herself spending more and more time with Donnie. For the first time in her life, she had relation that was not all about sex. Jenna found herself inviting Donnie to her dorm room. Like teenagers, Jenna and Donnie would hold hands together. At first, Jenna would find herself pulling on his hand in an effort to get him close, but Donnie was the ultimate gentleman. He never made a pass at her or groped her like the boys at her college. Sometimes, Jenna found herself sitting on his lap or cuddling up to him when it got cold, but it was all very innocent. After two years, Jenna grew frustrated. It drove her crazy that Donnie had not wanted anything sexual. Was he just getting too much sex from his mother? Was there something wrong with her? Jenna was at her wit's end. Finally, Jenna burst into tears at the Janine's Christmas party. Luckily, there was no one there except for Donnie, Janine, and her dad. As always, her dad was trying to snuggle up to his mother right in front of Donnie. She was wearing a dress that showed off a great deal of cleavage. Janine even had fishnet stockings and high heeled shoes to match. Jenna went up to Janine and started to pull her dad away from her. "I hate you," yelled Jenna, "I hate you." Everyone froze. Jenna's dad, Phil, backed away from his daughter. "What's going on?" asked Janine. "Am I the only one not getting sex around here?" asked Jenna, "I have needs, too. Why do you get all the men in my life?" At that, Phil backed into Donnie. Of course, Phil apologized and Donnie did the same. Still, two small boxes fell out their pockets. They dropped to the floor. Both men were embarrassed. To make matters worse, the boxes were both white with gold trim. Janine and Jenna both asked the same questions at the same time. Both Donnie and Phil tried to pick up their respective boxes, but they fumbled. They even had each other's box and they exchanged them with much consternation. "What is that?" asked Janine, "I hope you're not going to propose again, Phil." "What is that?" asked Jenna, "I can't believe you're trying to propose to your own mother." "Let me see it," said Janine. Phil blushed. Reluctantly, he handed over the box. Janine opened the box with a frown. She gave Phil a stern look. "We've already talked about this," said Janine. "I love," said Phil, "Can't you see that?" "No, Phil," said Janine, "I don't know that." "Why? How large does the ring have to be?" asked Phil, "You're sending me to the cleaners." "I don't want your ring," said Janine, "I don't want your money." "What do you want?" asked Phil. "I'd like twenty years back," said Janine. "What is that supposed to mean?" asked Phil. "You didn't see me for twenty years," said Janine, "And the first time I see you, you're having sex with your daughter in the honeymoon suite." "Mr. Crumb put me up to it," said Phil. "That's just like you, Phil," said Janine, "You don't own up to anything." "I'm sorry," said Phil, "How many times can I say it?" "Get used to saying it," said Janine, "You're only doing this because you saw me naked." Phil stuttered. The words came out of his mouth in unintelligible syllables. Janine had her arms crossed. "So why did you invite me to this party?" asked Phil. "To talk," said Janine, "I didn't tell you to bring a ring." "It was going to be a surprise," said Phil. "It's always a surprise with you," said Janine, "Can't you just do what I ask you to do?" Once more Phil stuttered. Janine watched as Jenna crossed her arms, too. The young woman confronted Donnie. "You know," said Jenna, "It's illegal to marry your mother." Donnie blushed, but unlike Phil, Donnie was not afraid to present the box to Jenna. The young woman was almost at the verge of tears, but her curiosity got the best of her. She had to open the box. "No offense, mom," said Donnie, "But the ring is not for my mother." "None taken," said Janine with a smile, "I love you, baby." "I love you, too, mom," said Donnie. Jenna opened the box and gasped. It was largest ring she had ever seen. The princess cut stone was flawless. It glittered in the festively decorated room. "Holy crap," said Jenna, "That's a big rock." "Donnie spent the money he got from the sale of the video," said Janine. The young woman looked at Janine with envy. She wanted to cry thinking that Donnie was going to give up all the money to his mother. It was grand gesture, but she did not understand why. "I thought you were going to finish your bachelor's degree," said Jenna. "I already did," said Donnie. "When did you do that?" asked Jenna. "No daughter of mine is going to marry an idiot," said Phil. Jenna turned to her father. She did not understand. "Daddy," said Jenna, "What are you up to? Am I the only here not having any sex? You won't have sex with me and you won't tell me why. What is going on here?" "Don't worry about the money," said Donnie, "Mr. Crumb made me the manager of one of his hotels." "I thought you were just the repair man," said Jenna. "I've been learning the ropes," said Donnie. "He's gotten a few promotions," said Janine proudly. "That's great," said Jenna to Donnie's mother, "But what's that have to do with this ring that he's giving you." "The ring is not for me," said Janine. Jenna turned around and saw Donnie get down on one knew. Donnie took the box back and fished out the ring with the massive stone. "Your dad said I needed to wait," said Donnie. "Daddy!" yelled Jenna. "You have my blessing, son," said Phil, "At least one of us will get married." Phil turned to Janine. Donnie's mom punched Phil playfully on the shoulder. "Will you marry me?" asked Donnie. Jenna turned to Janine. Donnie's mom was gesturing for her to answer her son. Somehow, Jenna was not understanding what was happening. Donnie took the initiative and placed the ring on Jenna's finger. "Holy shit," said Jenna, "That's a big rock." The young woman turned to Janine. "That's funny," said Jenna, "You must have the same ring size as me." Janine shook her head. "Like I said," said Janine, "The ring is not for me." Jenna's face fell. She was in shock. This was not really happening, thought Jenna. This was everything she had ever hoped and prayed. She had often daydreamed about how she would react. Still, Jenna opened her mouth and babbled something completely unintelligible. "This can't be happening," said Jenna. "I love you," said Donnie, "Will you marry me?" Jenna started to cry. She squealed and turned her face back to her father. "Sorry, honey," said Phil, "I made him wait." "Daddy," asked Jenna, "What the hell did you make him do that for?" "I didn't want him to think that you were easy," said Phil. "Daddy, I've already done lots of videos," said Jenna, "I'm practically a pornstar." "Well?" asked Janine, "What is your answer?" Suddenly, Jenna realized that Donnie was waiting with baited breath. Quickly, she turned and started yelling. "Yes, yes, yes," yelled Jenna, "Can we have sex now?" "Does that mean you'll marry me?" asked Donnie. "Let's get married tonight," said Jenna, "I don't care what my dad says. I'm going to get laid. I've been waiting for two years." "Two years?" asked Janine. "My vagina has probably shrunk," said Jenna, "Maybe I'm a virgin again." "Sure," said Donnie, "Whatever makes you happy" Jenna placed a kiss on Donnie's lips and they embraced. She could not stop kissing him. This was her first real relationship and her vagina was practically leaking just thinking about accepting his manhood. Somehow, Jenna found herself back in the same honeymoon suite where she was having sex with her father. She didn't care if the cameras were rolling. All she cared about was sex with someone she really wanted. Donnie barely had the door shut when she stripped off all her clothes. She knew the ink on the marriage license was not even dry, but she didn't care. Donnie saw her bouncing over towards him without any clothes. He saw the perky breasts and smiled. His penis reacted violently in his underwear. Without asking, Jenna grabbed hold of Donnie's pants and jerked them down. Her eyes almost popped out of her head. "Holy crap," said Jenna, "You're as big as my dad." "Is that good or bad?" asked Donnie. "Holy shit," said Jenna, "My pussy is going to be hurting." "I don't want to hurt you," said Donnie. "Take them off and make me your wife," said Jenna. Donnie did not need another word of invitation. Jenna held his penis in her hands and marveled at the length and girth. "I see why your mom wanted to have sex with you," said Jenna. "Yes, ma'am," said Donnie. With his pants down, Donnie chased Jenna to the satin sheets on the bed. Her muscular tush was bouncing all the way to the bed. When they got to the bed, Jenna flipped onto her back and spread her legs like a cheerleader. "Fuck my pussy," said Jenna, "I've waited too long." She grabbed his erect penis and carefully guided his manhood into her dripping vagina. She rolled her eyes back as he penetrated her. "Oh my God," said Donnie, "You're so tight." "That's it," said Jenna, "Make me an honest woman." Donnie watched as he penis slowly slid into her slick vagina. He wondered if he was hurting her, because she was breathing hard. "Don't stop now," said Jenna. Looking down, Donnie placed a thumb on her exposed clitoris. He licked his thumb and carefully made small circles over the sensitive area. His mother had taught him to stimulate her clitoris so that his mother would produce more lubrication. "Whatever you're doing," said Jenna, "That's really great." Donnie didn't say anything and focused on her movements. He was able to push more of his penis inside the longer he stimulated her clitoris. She seemed to be salivating. Her lips made a pouting gesture and Donnie quickly placed his lips on hers. "Oh my God," said Jenna, "I'm going to come." All of a sudden, Jenna's body froze. Her muscles became rigid. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she groaned. Her head thrashed back and forth. Slowly, Donnie continued to slide into her vagina until his penis was completely inside. Unfortunately, Donnie felt the walls of his vagina squeezing his penis mercilessly. He felt like he could not keep from ejaculating very soon. When she finally stopped thrashing about, Jenna opened her eyes and exhaled. Her body went limp. "Holy shit," said Jenna, "I've never had an orgasm that fast." The Son Who Loved Me Pt. 03 Donnie breathed a sigh of relief. He was almost to the point of no return. It did not help that Jenna's vagina was squeezing his manhood like a kinky vacuum cleaner. He knew that one giant stream of sperm from his penis may be the end of his honeymoon. He wanted desperately to save that for later. Leaning over, Donnie placed his lips on his new bride. She looked so much like his mother with the exception of her blue eyes. Still, Jenna was different. Both women were jaded in their own way. His mother had been used by his father and Jenna's father. The twisted story made Donnie's head spin. On the other hand, Jenna had never been married. She had been a proud slut until she met him. It was not intentional, but Donnie had stayed away from Jenna's womanly delights. With her father always nearby, Donnie found himself frustrated at every turn. His mother had found a great deal of pleasure in satisfying her son's carnal needs, but Jenna interpreted Donnie's behavior as rudeness. Their lips stayed together until Jenna pulled away to catch her breath. Without asking, Donnie turned his attention to Jenna's breasts. They were every bit as sweet as he had imagined. Of course, they were not as big as his mother's breasts, but they would soon expand after pregnancy. At least, that's how his mother explained. Thus, Donnie paid no heed to their size. He just loved how they hardened at the touch. With his new bride watching intently, Donnie grabbed her legs and spread them apart. His tongue went for her exposed clitoris. Her shaved pubic mound was so inviting. He savored each and every taste of her furrow. The folds of skin were stretched apart and red. Jenna gasped each time his tongue slid between the folds. Over and over, Donnie slathered his attention on her love button. Finally, Jenna cried out. Her legs were vibrating. Donnie knew what was going to happen next. His own mother had taught him how to stimulate that area like a gigolo. There was no way Donnie was going to deny Jenna the same pleasure. "Oh no," said Jenna, "Here it comes." A tiny gusher of liquid shot forth onto Donnie's face. Some of it got into his eye and he started winking uncontrollably. Jenna was screaming at the top of her lungs as she sprayed everything around her. When it finally ended, Jenna collapsed onto the soaked sheets in silence. She covered her face in shame. "No one's ever did that to me," said Jenna. "Why not?" asked Donnie, "You deserve the best." Jenna seemed to be at the point of tears. She had never been so happy in her life. Was Donnie everything she had ever hoped? Most men just wanted to ejaculate and leave. No, not Donnie. This boy wanted to give her multiple orgasms. This boy was intent on making her enjoy herself. With happiness, Jenna looked down at her new wedding ring. It fit perfectly next to the huge princess cut diamond engagement ring. She saw it sparkle in the dim light of the honeymoon suite. After having sex with all sorts of men, Jenna had almost given up on getting married. She had resigned herself to nights of meaningless one-night stands until Donnie had arrived on the scene. Still, Jenna wondered if someone would ever know their secret. It would ruin everything. If anyone knew that Donnie was really her half-brother, Jenna's marriage would quickly be declared illegal. It seemed so strange that the one man who really wanted to marry her was not supposed to marry her at all. Still, it was a love only a doting brother could only give. Jenna looked at Donnie from between her legs and smiled. Once more she spread her legs. "It's your turn to come," said Jenna. "Are you sure?" asked Donnie, "Did you want me to use a condom?" "Hell no," said Jenna, "I'm your wife now. We're never using a condom ever again." "Are you sure?" asked Donnie, "We might be having kids soon." Jenna smiled. "You're my husband now," said Jenna, "I'll give you as many kids as you want." "Really?" asked Donnie. "Daddy wants some grandchildren," said Jenna. At that, Donnie thrust his penis inside her. Jenna screamed with delight. "I've always wanted a husband with a large penis," said Jenna. "I've always wanted you," said Donnie, "Ever since I laid eyes on you." "I wasn't wearing any clothes," said Jenna, "Of all the things, you had to see me being fucked by my dad." Donnie smiled at Jenna. She knew that Donnie had already seen her kinky side even before their conversation. Without much ceremony, Donnie started pumping his penis in and out of Jenna's vagina. She could feel the friction each time he moved. The walls of her vagina locked around his burgeoning manhood. She felt that familiar tingle at the bottoms of her feet. It raced up her legs until it collided with her clitoris. She closed her eyes and saw stars exploding in her vision. Holding on to her new husband, Jenna let herself go like she had never done before. She tried to breath as wave after wave of sensations hit her body. When she finally came to her senses, Donnie was holding her in his lap. She was straddling his penis. His manhood was still hard and Jenna could feel the gooey stuff escaping from her vagina. "Oh my God," said Jenna, "You're killing me." Jenna felt like her legs were being split apart. Her crotch was impaled on his stiffened member. Donnie was breathing hard. His face was buried between her breasts. Obviously, her new husband was finally having his own massive orgasm. The new wife blushed. She felt a wicked sense of triumph. Sure, Jenna had a feeling she was going to be pregnant. With that much sperm being pumped into her vagina, there was no way she was going to escape pregnancy. At that moment, Donnie and Jenna both heard someone clapping. They turned to see a naked man and a naked woman step out of the closet. The familiar faces were friendly, but Donnie and Jenna had not expected anyone to see one of their most private moments. "Dad," asked Jenna, "What are you doing here?" "Mom," asked Donnie, "Why are you hiding in the closet?" "Why are you two naked?" asked Jenna. "What's going on?" asked Donnie. Phil went behind Jenna and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Daddy, have you been here the whole time?" asked Jenna. "Yes, dear," said Phil, "And I'm very pleased." Donnie noticed that Phil's penis was erect. Without thinking, Jenna had grabbed hold of her father's penis. "Mom, why is Uncle Phil here?" asked Donnie. Donnie's mom took her son's hand and placed it between her legs. Janine placed her breasts in front of her son's face and let his fingers penetrate her forbidden furrow. "I'm so proud of you," said Janine. "Thanks, Mom," said Donnie. "I knew I taught you right," said Janine. "We just wanted to get in on the action," said Phil. "I missed your cock, son," said Janine. "I missed your sweet ass, honey," said Phil. Jenna and Donnie exchanged glances. This was not how they had envisioned their honeymoon. "What do you think?" asked Donnie. Jenna winked at her new husband. "Well," said Jenna, "I guess we can indulge them one more time." Donnie's eyes grew big. The boy had a feeling this would not be the only time. Within minutes, Donnie was lying down on the bed. Janine was straddling her son's erect penis. Her breasts were bouncing up and down as everyone saw the huge smile on her face. Jenna was grabbing at those bouncing breasts and licking the nipples in earnest. Jenna had her crotch on Donnie's face as his tongue licked her clitoris. She ground her crotch on his face and purred like a kitten. Phil was behind her. His penis was embedded in his daughter's rectum. There was giant smile on his face as well. They all raced towards orgasm. The Son Who Loved Me "Mr. Crumb," said Janine, "What are you doing here?" Mr. Crumb laid a thick folder on the table. He opened the folder and pulled out a small card. "You left your driver's license at the security desk," said Mr. Crumb. Embarrassed, Janine took her driver's license from Mr. Crumb. There was a knowing smile on his face. "It's not what you think," said Janine, "I can explain." Donnie watched his mother carefully as she tried to gather her thoughts. Even Mr. Crumb waited for her explanation. Janine saw everyone looking at her and stumbled over her words. "Would you like the honeymoon suite?" asked Mr. Crumb. "No," said Janine, "That won't be necessary." "It could be fun," said Donnie. Janine blushed. She saw her son's raised eyebrow and a tinge of excitement burst up and down her spine. She giggled like a little schoolgirl. Playfully, Janine pushed on son's thick chest muscles. She felt like bowl of gelatin in his arms. Unfortunately, Janine knew she would probably submit to his kisses. She looked deeply into his eyes and wondered how she could keep from touching her own son. He's just hugging and kissing his mother, thought Janine. On the other hand, part of Janine wanted her son to touch her in private places. The honeymoon suite would be the perfect place to indulge her secret needs. "Please," asked Mr. Crumb, "I insist." "My husband would never pay for us to be in the honeymoon suite," said Janine. "Janine," said Mr. Crumb, "I own this hotel." Donnie was surprised. Janine did not know what to say. "In fact, I own most of the hotels near my warehouse," said Mr. Crumb, "I have a lot of clients who fly in from all over the United States. It just made sense to buy into the hotels." "Is that how you found out where we were staying?" asked Donnie, "We appreciate you taking the trouble to track us down. We were going to leave tomorrow." Mr. Crumb smiled. He was impressed with Donnie's gratitude. "It is most pleasing to have such a polite young man," said Mr. Crumb, "That shows a lot about you." "I love her very much and I'd do anything for her," said Donnie. "Thank you for being so gracious," said Mr. Crumb, "I know you're not being nice to me just because you want to do business with us." "It's okay," said Janine, "I've already told my husband what happened." "No hard feelings?" asked Mr. Crumb. Janine shook her head. Inside, she was very disappointed, but she kept her composure. "No," said Janine. "You two look like such a happy couple," said Mr. Crumb, "Are you sure you don't want to use the honeymoon suite?" "Mr. Crumb, this is my son, Donnie," said Janine. Donnie extended his hand to Mr. Crumb. They shook hands. Still, Mr. Crumb gave a knowing wink. Janine sighed. Why didn't Mr. Crumb believe her? In the back of her mind, Janine knew that was the reason Mr. Crumb did want to do business with her husband's company. At that moment, the young waitress came by. She was not looking at Mr. Crumb, but she was staring directly at Donnie. "Do you need anything?" asked the waitress. "No, but thank you for asking," said Donnie. With a giant smile, the waitress turned and went away. As she did, her apron brushed against the corner of Mr. Crumb's thick folder. To everyone's surprise, the contents of the folder spilled out. There were lots of photographs and memos. Mr. Crumb's eyes grew wide. On top of all of the contents rested on large photograph. There were two faces that Janine immediately recognized on the photograph. Since Mr. Crumb moved very slowly, Janine grabbed the photograph first. Donnie saw the photograph and pointed out his father and his older brother. The two of them were seated at some sleazy bar. To everyone's surprise, Janine's husband had a scantily-clad young woman on his lap. He was trying to stuff a twenty dollar bill into her G-string. There was another young woman with even less clothing on David Junior's lap. Donnie's older brother was cheering his dad. Both of their hands were in the wrong places. "You didn't need to see that," said Mr. Crumb. Janine looked at the other photographs. There were more pictures of her husband with other women. Donnie watched his mother's expression turn from surprise to outrage. Janine choked back a tear and everyone was quiet. "I might take you up on that offer," said Janine. "What?" Mr. Crumb asked. "The honeymoon suite," said Janine. Donnie could tell that his mother was enraged. Still, Janine was very calm and poised. Mr. Crumb snapped his fingers and the manager appeared. He spoke a few words in private to the manager. Within seconds, the manager pulled a walkie-talkie out of his pocket. "We'll have your luggage taken to the honeymoon suite," said Mr. Crumb, "Don't worry about the meal. There'll be more wine brought up to your new room." The manager started barking out orders fast. As Mr. Crumb gathered all the contents of the folder, the manager escorted Janine and Donnie to the elevator. Donnie noticed that Janine did not speak another word. She held his hand tightly, so he followed closely without any argument. The manager held the door to the elevator as Janine and Donnie left the restaurant. Janine did not say a word in the elevator and Donnie did not ask any questions. When they arrived at the top floor, Janine stepped out and followed the manager to the honeymoon suite. Once the manager and his employees had left them alone with their luggage, Janine spoke. She looked at her son and wiped away a tear. "Mom," said Donnie, "What are we doing here?" "Take your clothes off," said Janine. Before Donnie could protest, Janine was unbuttoning her blouse. Carefully, she laid her blouse on the nearby chair. Donnie could do nothing, but stare at her mother's exposed breasts. With both hands underneath, Janine carefully lifted them and separated them for her son to see. Playfully, she let Donnie's mouth cover her nipples. The feeling was electric. It was so long since her husband even touched her breasts and it felt good to have them suckled by the one man who would never leave her. "Is this what you wanted?" asked Janine. Donnie murmured his approval. He was undressing as he rolled her nipples on his tongue. When Donnie was down to his underwear, Janine turned and pulled down her skirt. She heard her son gasp. With her skirt on the floor, Janine turned around to see her naked son kneeling before her buttocks. Obviously, Donnie liked what she saw. "Do you like my panties?" asked Janine. "Yes," said Donnie breathlessly. "I remember you used to walk in on me when you were younger," said Janine, "You didn't mind putting your paws on my panties." Donnie blushed. He knew she was right. He had a nasty habit of sneaking up to his mother to grab her panties. "Do you want me to take if off?" asked Janine. "Yes, please," said Donnie. With anticipation, Donnie waited for her to lower her panties. It won't go any further, thought Janine. It was almost twenty four hours since her shower last night. Surely, her son would be turned off by the smell of her exposed anus. Janine could smell urine on her panties because she nearly wet herself after seeing the photographs of her husband with the other women. To her surprise, Donnie slammed his nose between her buttocks. His tongue was moving around like a lost snake. Janine gasped. It had been so long since someone had taken an interest in her crotch. Surprised, Janine let go of her panties and spread her legs. Her son was kissing and sucking whatever he could reach with his lips and his tongue. "Donnie, you're such a nasty boy," said Janine. Her son wasn't listening. Instead, he was expertly rubbing her exposed clitoris. His manly hands had grabbed the insides of her legs. Before she could protest, Donnie was lifting her off her feet. He stood up and cradled his mother into his muscular arms. It was something Janine had never experienced. Even her husband had never carried her over the threshold, much less to the marriage bed. He carefully placed her on the bed and buried his face between her legs. "I've always wanted to know what you taste like," said Donnie. "Lord knows you've been kissing me all your life," said Janine, "Why don't you kiss me down there, too?" Without delay, Donnie dove right in and started licking her crotch. Within minutes, Janine was having her first real orgasm. In the past, Janine had faked it for her husband because his lovemaking was so fast. Today, Janine was flailing about. The feelings came from her toes and traveled up her spine. She closed her eyes to the sensation as her orgasm exploded deep in her mind. When she opened her eyes, Donnie was looking at her with a puzzled face. Breathlessly, Janine wondered what was the matter. Donnie kneeling down between her legs. His penis was absolutely huge. She gasped, but her son did not notice her reaction. He seemed confused at what was to happen next. With a smile, Janine saw how his thick penis curved upwards. Obviously, her son was aroused by her naked body. Perhaps it was the wine. Perhaps it was just her repressed sexual urges. Perhaps it was her need for revenge on her husband. In her mind, there was no bigger humiliation than to have someone's son ravage their wife. "That was great," said Donnie, "What do we do now?" "Is that for me?" asked Janine. Donnie blushed. He tried to hide his erect penis, but his mother smacked her son's hand. She pulled on the engorged member to Donnie's dismay. "Whoa," said Donnie, "What are you doing?" "I bet you make many a girl happy," said Janine. "Actually," said Donnie, "I don't usually get a second date after they see this." "Are you kidding?" asked Janine, "That's huge. A girl should be happy to have something so big." "Not really," said Donnie, "They usually start running." Janine rubbed her son's penis. This made Donnie breathe faster. "If you keep doing that," said Donnie, "I can't be responsible for the mess." "It's only fair," said Janine. "This is getting weird," said Donnie. "Are you sure?" asked Janine, "Your penis is telling me a different story." "I think you're drunk, mom," said Donnie. "Actually," said Janine, "I'm completely sober." At that, Janine sat up and tackled her son. Before he could protest, his mother was on top. Her legs straddled his penis. "Oh no," said Donnie. "Oh yes," said Janine. Her hand guided his erect penis into her wet vagina. Donnie watched in astonishment as the head of his penis was swallowed up by warm, wet flesh. Janine groaned. The sheer width of his penis was more than she had ever taken. She closed her eyes and used her weight to slide his penis inside her seldom-used vagina. She felt like he was splitting her in two, but she spread her legs farther to accommodate his erection. Donnie was in a panic. He was sweating profusely. "Mom, I'm not wearing a condom," said Donnie, "We shouldn't be doing this. What if you get pregnant?" Janine stared down at her son. His large penis was sending shivers of delight up and down her spine. This was her first big penis and she was enjoying every minute of it. With his quick moments underneath her, Janine felt like a cowboy at a rodeo. "I'm going to come," said Janine. "I'm going to come, too," said Donnie, "I can't stop it." Donnie cried out and felt his hot semen shoot into his mother's love canal. Janine's body convulsed. She saw stars in her eyes. She could feel the warm liquid sloshing out of her vagina, but she didn't care. Janine knew her husband would not approve, but she already made up her mind to keep the baby. Their baby would be a perpetual sign of shame for her husband. She also knew that her husband would probably divorce her. Unfortunately for her husband, their pre-nuptial agreement would provide her with handsome payout for all their years of marriage. Janine shivered with delight. When it was all done, Donnie was a nervous wreck, but Janine leaned down and kissed him. "Mom, I'm so sorry," said Donnie, "What if you're pregnant?" "I don't care," said Janine. "Dad's going to kill me," said Donnie. Janine placed a finger on her son's lips. "He doesn't have to know who the father is," said Janine. "I love you, mom," said Donnie, "I promise to be there for you and the baby." Janine smiled. She wondered why she had never married someone like her son. This was a man would do anything for her. He was totally devoted and sexy to boot. "What do we do now?" asked Donnie. At that, Janine squeaked her vagina muscles. Donnie felt the squeeze on his semi-flaccid penis and his eyes almost popped out of its sockets. Immediately, Janine could feel her son's penis getting harder and harder. Donnie looked up at his mother. There was a glow on her face that he had not seen in a long time. She scooped up his hands and put them on her breasts. "Admit it," said Janine, "You've always wanted to get into my panties." Donnie blushed. He was getting excited again. His penis was still inside his mother and throbbing again. "Yes," said Donnie, "I love so much." "I know, baby," said Janine, "I've always known."