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-Ed.

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Warning: This story contains graphic language, incest and under-
age sex.  If any of these topics offend you, delete this NOW.  If
they don't offend you, gee, you're as perverted as I am <grin>.
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Kevin's Story
Chapter 6


Naked as the day she was born, Heather padded back to her bedroom, her robe over
one arm, soaking up the cum drenching her hand.  As on her previous sexual
encounters with Kevin, her mind was rationalizing away her guilt at what had just
occurred, to wit: she had stripped and masturbated for her son; he had touched
her clit and made her cum; she had gotten into bed with him naked and masturbated
him to orgasm while he nursed on her breast.  The right synapses were firing to
write the whole episode off to education again, except for the fact that when
some of her son's cum spurted on her cheek, she had caught it with her tongue as
it dripped down her face.  But she was conveniently forgetting that last fact,
acting as if it had been done unconsciously.

However, as she stepped into her shower and began rinsing away the sweat and
spunk of their encounter, Heather finally admitted to herself that these
"lessons" were not selfless acts of altruism: she really enjoyed the sex acts she
had performed with her son.  On the other hand, they were not selfishly
motivated, either.  She truly loved Kevin more than any other man she'd ever met. 
He was a gentleman, a good friend and a considerate lover, so far.  Plus it was
clear he adored and desired her.  As the tepid spray began to turn cold, Heather
finally thrust the rationalizations away from her mind and admitted to herself
that she loved Kevin and wanted to have sex with him.... in ALL ways.

"But that's INCEST!" her conscience screamed, and once again, her mind went to
work smoothing its own ruffled feathers.  What's so wrong with incest, she
thought.  It's not as if I'm forcing myself on him, nor is he averse to these
encounters.  In fact, he has initiated one of them, on their "date" last night. 
In fact, he loves me and I love him, not just as mother and son but *that* way
as well.  To withdraw from this if he wants to continue would irreparably damage
our relationship, especially if he wants it to continue.  By that same token, to
force myself on him if he wants to stop WOULD be wrong, and that WOULD be incest. 
I must make it clear to him that any time he says "Stop," I will.  Any time he
wants to end this aspect of our relationship, it will end.  But until that
day.....

Smiling to herself in an unconscious exact imitation of the Mona Lisa, Heather
shut off the shower, toweled herself dry, and headed into her bedroom.  There she
donned her best white stockings.  Her white garter belt, half-cup bra and panties
were trimmed in red satin, with little bows holding the panties together at her
full hips.  She pulled on another robe over this outfit, then got a bowl of warm
water and two washcloths.

She retuned to Kevin's room to find him sleeping lightly, just as she had left
him.  The early afternoon sun filtered through his thick curtains, casting
spotlights on the floor where dust motes awoke and danced up into these beams. 
Other than that, the room was cooly shaded.

She sat in the same chair next to his bed where only an hour before she had taken
her son on a guided tour of her errogenous zones.  The sticky cum of their last
encounter was congealing over his groin, stomach and thighs.  Heather took the
washcloth and dipped it into the bowl of water.  She wrung it out and began
gently scrubbing up the mess on her son's body.

Kevin immediately woke up, as she knew he would.  "Mom?" he said, softly.

"Yes, honey," she replied quietly, "I'm just cleaning you up a little."  But
Kevin's cock stirred underneath her persistent ministrations, which she continued
long after he was clean.  Soon he was fully hard again.  "Ahh, youth," Heather
thought, and then again, "Ah, YOUTH" with a hungrier cast to her eye.

Kevin lay there quietly with his hands behind his head, gazing at his beautiful
mother.  He noticed she was back into a robe, different from the last one: more
lacy, less utilitarian.  But he did not comment.  Rather, he just watched and
waited, a little expectantly.

"Are you convinced now that I'm not mad at you?" she asked him quietly, not
looking away from her task.

"Yes," he said, in the same gentle tone.

"Are you happy about the things that we've done together?"  she asked.

"Yes."

"Are you comfortable with what we've done?"

"Ye-es," he said, but with a touch of hesitation.

"Well, you should be, there's nothing wrong with it.  When two people love each
other, they should enjoy making each other feel good.  Do you want to stop?"

"No!" he said quickly.

"So you want to continue?  Because if you don't we can stop.  Any time you say,
honey, we can stop."

"Oh, no, Mom," Kevin insisted, "I don't want to stop.  I love you."

"I love you, too," she said.  All this time, Heather had concentrated on cleaning
him, although he had been clean a while ago.  Now she stopped, looked her son
straight in the eye and said, "Do you want to do more?"

Without hesitation, Kevin answered, "Oh, yes, much more.  Mom, I want to do
everything with you."

"Okay, honey," she said.  Without another word, she took another washcloth and
dried him off.  Then she put washcloths and bowl aside, stood up, and took off
her robe.  If he had not already been hard, Kevin's cock would have jumped
instantly to attention.  As it was, it nearly leapt off his body at the sexy
sight of his mother.  For a brief second, Heather stood proudly as her son's
wide-eyed admiring gaze took her in.  Her nipples poked out above the half-bra,
her flat stomach and sleek legs both seemed to point like road signs to the
triangle hidden beneath the panties.  Kevin gasped in admiration.

Heather sank down on the bed next to her naked son.  Taking him into her arms,
she kissed him, deeply, passionately, lovingly.  Instinctively, Kevin wrapped his
tongue around his mother's as she thrust it into his mouth.  Her heavy breasts
mashed against his chest, molding themselves to conform to the curves in both
their bodies.  Like small daggers of flint, however, Heather's nipples dug into
her son's flesh.  Despite all that had gone before, the nudity, the masturbation,
the orgasms, this kiss was the most erotic thing that had happend to either of
them.  Dimly they felt their bodies nestling deeply into one another, but for the
moment, the kiss was all.

Kevin's hands began to traverse his mother's body.  Beginning at her shoulders,
they lightly travelled up and down her back.  After a bit, he moved them down and
began to rub her ass through her panties.  More and more insistently he rubbed,
as their kiss continued and got hotter.  In fact, the deeper the kiss, the harder
he rubbed and kneaded, and the more he did that, the hotter Heather got, until
she was undulating her entire body against his in unconstrained passion.

Kevin's hands found the bows at her hips and instinctively knew what they were
for.  Soon, his hands were rubbing her bare ass cheeks and the front of her
panties was sliding back and forth over their genitals.  Its thin material was
all that separated Heather's pussy from her son's cock, and it was rapidly
becoming soaked as mother and son both exuded their natural lubrications.

Finally, with a groan, Heather broke the kiss and lifted herself up.  "Oh,
honey," she gasped,  "I've just GOT to have you."  With that she reached down and
snatched away the flimsy panties.  Now Kevin's cock lay nestled between his
mother's slick pussy lips.  Heather ground her pussy against that long thin cock,
rubbing its whole length between her inflamed labia, as she supported herself
with her hands pressed against her son's shoulders.  Kevin, for his part, took
loving nips at her breasts as they swayed between them.  Finally, he just grabbed
them with his hands and pressed his lips feverishly around the engorged nipples.

Heather moaned and tossed her head back, her long black hair whipping back to
fall down her back.  But as she lowered her head again, it cascaded over her
shoulders, down her breasts and into her son's face.  For some reason this
sensation was extremely erotic to Kevin, and he bucked his hips involuntarily
under her.  As Heather bounced slightly into the air and came back down, she
realized that *the* moment had arrived.  

She sat up a bit straighter, and Kevin whimpered slighlty as her breast tugged
free of his mouth.  She then got up on her knees and reached down.  Her hand
encircled Kevin's cock, and she shuddered at the now-familiar feel of it in her
grasp.  She pulled it up slightly, then had to reposition herself as she realized
that there wasn't enough clearance between them for her to position it correctly.
After an eternity of seconds, she had that flaring head positioned directly
beneath her moist womanhood.  Mother and son paused briefly, looking into each
other's eyes.  Simultaneously they whispered "I love you."  Then she let her
weight sink back down and slowly, lovingly, deliciously took her son's virginity.

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Kevin's Story
Chapter 7


Soft, wet, warm, tight.  

Magical, mystical, emotional, powerful.

Incredible.  

Unbelievable.

Such was Kevin's return to his mother's womb.

He had always dreamed that sex would be great, but had thought of it as a
physically superior form of masturbation.  The emotional and mental aspects,
however, were what was blowing his mind.  Lust was great, but lust with Love,
that was ... beyond.

Heather, for her part, had had lust with love, and lust without, so these were
not new things to her.  Right now, love was there but lust was dominating.  Her
hips whipped up and down smoothly, her pussy gripping that long thin cock. 
Waking from an almost-stupor, Kevin began responding, thrusting deep on her
downstrokes, slapping his hips against hers as he kneaded her fleshy titmounds.

Then, on one particularly quick downstroke, she felt him bottom out, as his
cockhead nudged her cervix.  It wasn't painful, but the sensation was entirely
new:  NO ONE had ever reached so deep.  It triggered another new feeling for her:
a vaginal orgasm.  It was deeper, somehow, than her other orgasms.  Stronger
but....buried.  

The effect on Kevin, however, was immense.  He felt her vagina ripple like the
ground in an earthquake as the shock-waves of orgasm ripped through his mother's
groin.  At that, he couldn't hold back any longer, and began to cum.  Both
Heather and Kevin were grunting deeply from the effects of their orgasms.  His
breath came out in low, hard gasps in time to each spurt from his cock.  Each
spurt was milked forth by a ripple in her pussy, so like a well-timed but badly
oiled machine, they moaned, jerked and spasmed in unison.

Finally, Heather collapsed on her son's chest, kissing him again as her hair
curtained around them.  "I love you, baby," she breathed.  "I love you, too,
Mom," he said back.  His cock, though softening, was still buried in her pussy. 
She could feel him shrinking inside her, but she hoped they were not done yet. 
"Can you go again?" she asked hungrily.

"Oh, yeah," he said eagerly.

With that she lifted her hips slowly off him, enjoying the feeling as his now-
limp cock slipped from her hole, and examined his flaccid tool.  "Hmm, this needs
some work.  It looks dead, but I'll bet I can resuscitate it."

Kevin's eyes bulged in wonderment.  He thought he knew what was coming next, but
it seemed too much to hope for.  Too much?  Hell, just seeing Mom naked seemed
like too much 48 hours ago.  Now he'd just... just... alright "fucked" is the
term, he'd just fucked his mother.  A mother-fucker, that's what I am, he thought
happily.  And now it seemed....

Heather leaned closer with a hungry look in her eye.  Kevin shivered deliciously
as her warm breath panted from her parted lips and bathed his wet cock.  Closer
she moved, then closer still.  Now her head was pillowed on his thighs, and she
was holding his cum-covered cock in one hand, turning it this way and that, for
all the world as if she were surveying a hot dog and wondering where to take the
first bite.

Suddenly, in the space of a breath, Heather had engulfed her son's cock in her
warm mouth.  She bobbed her head, sucking him in, then pulled back while still
applying suction, so that Kevin's cock was stretched from his groin while her
tongue and lips caressed every inch of it.  With him stretched like that, Heather
looked like a bird trying to coax a worm out of the ground.  But despite the
incongruity of the image, Kevin felt life stir in him as the blood rushed back
into his dick.

Before taking him into her mouth, Heather inhaled the musky scent of their mixed
love juices, and immediately was overwhelmed with lust.  Although she had never
eaten another woman before, there were many times she had performed this same
service for a lover and tasted her own juices.  In fact, she often licked her
vibrator clean after it had been inside her.  So Heather was no stranger to the
tangy mix which filled her mouth on the first suck.  She loved it.

But within three head-bobs, her son's dick was clean as a whistle, and Heather
started laving her saliva all over his hardening rod.  As he came to full
hardness, however, she felt him shift under her.  She was vaguely disappointed
that Kevin wanted to fuck so soon; she had decided to suck him off and drink his
cum.  But seconds later she realized that he wasn't ready to fuck, he was merely
shifting around so that his head was opposite her crotch.  He was going to eat
her!  

She pulled her head back and swallowed a mouthful of saliva before saying,
"Kevin, honey, Mommy's awfully messy, are you sure you want to do that?"

Kevin realized what she was referring to, but it didn't bother him.  "It's only
the same stuff you're licking off me, right?"  he asked.

"Yes," she replied.  Then gasped as he sunk his tongue between her pussy lips. 

"Mmmm," was all he said, then "This ain't half bad."

"Isn't," she replied dreamily, "Isn't half bad."  Then returned to her own
sucking.  

For several minutes only the sound of wet slurps, licks, gasps, and groans filled
Kevin's darkened bedroom as mother and son sixty-nined.  Heather marveled at the
mature, caring attitude her son showwed as a lover.  NO man she had ever been
with would eat her out once he had come inside her, but many expected her to give
them head after the first round to get them up for the second.  She never faulted
them for it, but was glad her son was different.  Of course, he was like that
about everything.  Then her mind whirled as Kevin centered his ministrations on
her clit.

Pulling back she encouraged him. "Oh, yes!  Kevin, don't stop... Oh, you good
boy.   Unnnh!  Oh you're soooo good at eating my pussy.   Ohhh, YESSS!  DO IT!
Make,  Make me.... Unnnh!  Oh, yeah, yeah, oh OH OOOOHHHHH YOU'RE MAKING MOMMY
CUMMMMMM!"  and she exploded, seeing stars, hearing bells and cumming wildly.
As she came down off her plateau, Kevin continued to lick her gently, cleaning
all around her pussy without stimulating her too much.  With a touch of pride
Heather thought, "My son's a natural born pussy-eater."

"Thank you honey," she finally breathed, "now lay back and let Mommy do you."

Kevin reclined with his hands behind his head as before, only this time his head
was pointed toward the foot of the bed.  Heather drew up on her knees between his
legs, and dropped her mouth back down on his spit-covered shaft.  She began a
steady up and down motion, taking more of his cock deeper each time.  Kevin urged
her on.

"Yes, Mom, oh yeah.  Oh, that feels great.  Oh, pull your hair back, yeah that's
good.  Yeah, I wanna see you suck me.  YEAH."

Heather had to keep pushing her hair back over her ears to allow her son to see
what she was doing.  Finally she flipped her long dark locks over to one side and
turned her head slightly, giving him a three-quarter view while coincidentally
applying some corkscrew suction to his rod.  This elicited a louder moan than
usual, so she continued that motion, twirling around and down each time.  His
slim young shaft was too long for her to get completely in her mouth, so as she
stimulated his balls with one hand, she wrapped the other around the base of his
cock and pumped him some more.  Pretty soon she could feel him start to tense up
and she knew his cum was imminent.  She was determined to give him the maximum
pleasure, so as she felt him begin to build, she opened her throat and bobbed her
head down as far as possible, taking him deep into her gullet and massaging him
there.

Kevin nearly leaped out of his skull at his mother's deep-throat action.  The cum
literally fleww from his rod and pumped directly down her throat.  Heather jerked
her head back involuntarily as a drwoning feeling over came her.  She snorted
quickly, trying to keep her son's dick in her mouth, but his young load bulged
her cheeks out faster than she could swallow, and she had to pull back to catch
her breath.   Her hand kept pumping him however, and Kevin watched in amazement
as spurt after spurt of his seed splashed off him mother's eye's and cheeks and
hair and, as she pulled back, her pendulous tits.

Heather could not believe the amount of cum her son was shooting.   When he
finally stopped, she sat back on her haunches, then swallowed what she had in her
mouth, then looked down at the gooey mess coating most of her upper body, then
looked at her son.  

"You're a MESS," he said, then they both broke out in gales of laughter.  It was
true: pearl drops of cum hung suspended in her hair.  Small trickles ran down her
cheeks like tears.  A trail dripped from her mouth, down her chin and onto a
breast.  Her chest was covered in his slimy goo, and both hands were drenched. 
"Oh, well," Heather laughed, "it's a shame to let this go to waste."  She began
licking her fingers, savoring every taste of her son's jism.  Kevin got up from
the bed as she grinned at him and said, "Mmmm, finger-lickin' good."  

Kevin smiled at her, but did not laugh.  Instead, he retrieved the washcloth
Heather had used to clean him earlier.  The water in the bowl was cooler by now,
but he rinsed the cloth, wrung it out and gently began to clean his mother off. 

In wonderment she stared at her son, so tenderly cleaning his lover off.  He
wiped her chest and tits, not in a sexual manner.  He cleaned her face and arms,
turning her and holding her almost exactly as she had cleaned him when giving him
baths as a child.  Finally, when she was no longer coated with her son's cum, he
put down the washcloth, took her face in her hands and kissed her gently.  "I
love you, Mom. Thank you."

"Oh darling," she sobbed, "thank YOU."  Then they lay together, holding each
other tenderly as they fell asleep.

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Kevin's Story
Chapter 8

The rest of that Saturday passed normally and quickly.  They both woke from their
nap refreshed and happy.  The air of tension which had permeated the house was
replaced by one of relief and a kind of expectancy, as both Heather and Kevin
looked forward to furthering their sexual relationship.

While Kevin cleaned the house a little that afternoon, Heather went shopping and
brought home the makings for Kevin's favorite dinner: ribs and french fries.  The
two cooked dinner together, then ate it at the same table where they'd had their
"date" the night before.  Then they cuddled together and watched TV, as they had
done on countless nights before, but with one not-so-subtle difference: both were
naked.  As the Saturday evening shows played out, mother and son idly stroked and
cuddled each other.  They would make out during commercials.  It was only 8:30
when Kevin said, "I'm tired, I think I'll go to bed now."

"Oh, you're right," Heather giggled, "It's way past MY bedtime."  Then hand in
hand they went upstairs.  At the top of the stairs they faced one another.  "Your
place or mine?" Heather asked lighlty.

"How about your's?" Kevin suggested, "mine's a little small."
And so they went to bed and made love, then fell asleep.

Sunday passed in much the same way, with mother and son fucking and sucking
whenever they felt like it, moslty in the bedrooms or the den.  They never put
their clothes back on the rest of the weekend.  At one point, Heather was
standing at the kitchen sink doing dishes, wearing nothing but an apron.  She
looked out across the back yard into their neighbor's yard and saw Mr. McHenry
mowing the lawn while Mrs. McH tended her flower garden.  They were an older
retired couple who at times had given Heather disapproving looks when she would
dally in her back yard with some beau.  "What would they think if they knew about
me now?" she thought, then half-wished they could look over and see her naked. 
"I'll bet they'd both have a stroke."

Then she jumped as she felt Kevin wrap his hands around her and grab hold of her
tits.  He snaked his tongue into her ear. "Whatcha doin'?" he asked innocently.

"Waiting for some stud to come fuck me," she replied wickedly.

Kevin dropped a hand beneath the apron and noted that his mother was dripping
with lust.  "Your wish is my command," he said, then buckled his knees, grabbed
his mom's hips, slipped forward and rose up again, impaling Heather from behind.

"Ohhh, KEVIN," she breathed.  She bent over the sink as he started sliding in and
out.  Her tits dipped into the sudsy warm water before her, and the feeling was
incredible. Then she straightened a little to create more friction on her son's
pistoning cock.  Kevin's hands returned to her tits, and mashed them all over,
slipping all around the sudsy mounds.  His palms slid freely over her nipples,
hyper-exciting them.  Heather flipped her hair back from her face, and caught
sight of Mr. McHenry walking his grass clippings over to his compost heap.  She
knew he probably couldn't see her, but just being in an open line of sight to the
neighbors while fucking her son gave her a delicious feeling of wickedness. 
Clamping down on her son's rod with her pussy muscles, she started to shake in
orgasm.   A few minutes later, Kevin fired another load up his Mom's pussy, then
walked shakily over to the kitchen table and sat down.  The strain of keeping his
knees bent while fucking was a bit much for him.  

Heather came over and knelt before him to lick his rod clean.  "You know," she
said, "I think the McHenry's saw us." 

"What!" he said, alarmed, but his prick involuntarily started at the idea.

"Relax," she said, "I was just kidding."  Then she kissed him turned to finish
the dishes.

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The next morning was tough on them both.  Heather had to leave earlier than
Kevin, and so was dressed and nearly ready to leave when he awoke.  He came
downstairs and sat on the couch, naked as was now usual, and hard as a rock.

Heather was putting on her second earring and heading for the foyer closet for
her raincoat when she caught sight of her son sitting awkwardly on the couch. 
He looked a touch comical with his sleepy eyes, his tousled hair and a long slim
hard-on poking up out of his lap.  He looked like a lost, horny puppy.
"Poor baby," she said, "Mommy's got to go to work."

"I know, I'll just *miss* you is all," he said, but with a little of the wicked
gleam returning.

She walked over to kiss him good-bye, but as she bent over him, he ran a hand up
under her skirt and cupped her pussy through her panties.  Heather shivered in
ecstasy, then made a quick decision.  "Okay, ONE cum, and then it's off to
school, do you understand, young man?"

"Yes ma'am," he grinned, trying to sound contrite but pleased beyond reason.

"Fine then, where do you want to deposit your load, in my hand, in my mouth or
in my pussy?"

"Well, if I cum in your hand you'll have to wash them.  And if you give me a
blowjob your make-up will get ruined.  Sooo..."

"Okay, fine," she said briskly, "you may fuck Mommy in her pussy."  It was the
first time all weekend that they had talked like this, as if he were a much
younger child.  But Heather really enjoyed it.  She reached under her skirt and
pulled down her panties.  Leaving them around one ankle, she knelt on the couch,
resting her forearms on one arm of the couch and facing away from her son.

Kevin got onto his knees behind his mother.  It was an interesting view, as she
was full clothed and wearing her London-style raincoat.  The only incongruity was
the frilly panties around one ankle.  He lifted up the skirts of the coat and
placed them on her back.  Then he started to rub her stockinged legs.

"Hurry up, please," she called back in a businesslike manner, although the
tremble in her voice betrayed her excitement. 

"Yes, ma'am," Kevin said, lifting her skirt and displaying her lovely round
buttocks and pretty pussy.  He knee-walked in, then placed one hand on her back
to hold the coat and skirt out of the way.  With the other hand he rubed the head
of his cock between her pussy lips.  They were dripping wet.  With one long, slow
push he sank his cock into his mother's pussy.

"Ahhhhh," they both sighed.

Kevin grabbed hold of his mom's hips and began a quick steady stroke.  Unable to
act detached any longer, Heather reached a hand back and began to diddle her
clit.  She knew Kevin would cum quickly and wanted to be with him.  But he was
a bit too quick for her.  With a final thrust and a long gasping sigh, he buried
himself to the hilt and let his orgasm flow throbbingly into his mother's love
hole.  Then he quicky withdrew and sat back on the couch.  "I'm done," he
announced.

"I'm not," Heather panted, her fingers flying over her clit.

"But, Mom, you'll be late," Kevin teased.

"Then come on and help me," she growled.

Wordlessly, Kevin leaned over, stuck his face in his mom's ass, and shoved his
tongue up her pussy.

"Gaaaaah," she cried, as her orgasm swept over her.

Kevin withdrew and she stood up, pulling up her panties and smoothing her skirt. 
"Okay," she said.  "Fine," she said. "That's it.  I've got to go."

"Bye," Kevin grinned, his shrinking cock flopping over on his thigh.

"I love you, honey," she said, then left for work.

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During the week they fell into a sort-of routine.  Each morning she would take
care of his hard-on.  Sometimes still in bed, sometimes together in the shower,
once she knelt on the kitchen floor and blew him while he ate his breakfast. 
They would spend the day dreaming about each other, then hurry home and get it
on some more.  They discovered after a burned supper on Monday that it was best
to wait til after dinner to get too involved.  Oddly enough, though their love-
making was varied, they didn't get beyond oral sex and intercourse.  Heather
figured they should wait until the weekend to try new things, whne they had
plenty of time (and energy).

Friday after soccer practice Kevin rushed home.  He'd started skipping his after-
practice showers because one thought of his mom made him hard as a rock, and that
could get embarassing in a shower full of guys.  Since it was Friday, he was
looking forward to a long night, and weekend, of sex, because during the week
they'd had to go to sleep earlier.

But when he got home, he was surprised to find his mother dressed.  All week long
the most she'd had on when he came in was oven mitts.  "I'm sorry honey," she
said, "I forgot I had invited the Foreman's over tonight."  Two weeks before,
Etta Foreman, a co-worker who was marrid to one of the staff MDs, had arranged
this get-together so she could introduce Heather to her cousin, Lyle, who would
be visiting.  

Kevin was extremely disappointed.  He ran up to the shower and didn't even feel
like masturbating.  He came down in a little while to find Heather serving drinks
to Jim and Etta Foreman, and Etta's Cousin Lyle.  He politely said hello, then
faded from the room.

A little later his mother called from the kitchen, "Kev, can you come here a
minute?  I need a hand."

As soon as the kitchen door swung shut behind him, Heather grabbed him and gave
him a huge, tonsil-searching kiss.  "Don't worry, honey," she whispered,"Lyle's
a dweeb and Etta's a bore.  Jim's a corpse, but I don't wonder with Etta gabbing
like that.  We'll feed 'em and get rid of 'em."  Then she rubbed her hand down
the front of his pants.  "Then we'll take care of this."

This perked Kevin up considerably, to the point where he even went out and tried
to socialize with the Foreman's: Nurse Gabby, Dr. Dead and Cuzzin Dweeb.  All
through dinner, his mother shot him meaningful glances, serious looks while she
ran a stockinged foot up his leg under the table.  The Foreman's were oblivious
to the mother-son footsie that went on.

After dinner, however, as they had dessert in the den, Dead Jim shocked Kevin and
Heather by waking up and saying. "Y'know, back when I was in 'Nam..."

Kevin said, "Uh, I've got to study," and abruptly fled.

"Serious boy," Etta remarked, "to study on a Friday night.  Go ahead, dear."

Within 20 minutes, however, Heather had had enough.  Dr. Dead had launched into
a monotonous recitation of his exploits, which apaprently Lyle the Dweeb had
never heard before, because he asked many questions which sent Jim off on
interminably dull tangents.  "If you don't mind," she said, "I've got to finish
dishes.  No that's all right, keep going, I'll be right back." and she escaped
to the kitchen.

As she pushed open the door, Kevin was seated right in front of her on the edge
of the kitchen table, eating a slice of pie.  He was already in his pajamas. 
Unable to help herself, Heather sat down in the chair in front of him, fished out
his cock and began blowing him.

"Hey, great, are the Foreman's gone?"

"No," she said around a mouthful of cock.

"What?" he cried.

"Don't worry," she said, "they think I'm doing dishes."

"I did them already," Kevin said.

"Great, then I'll do you, instead."

Kevin thrilled to the idea of fooling around with his mom while two rooms away
the guests suspected nothing.  Heather did too, it was a logical extension of her
thoughts about the Mchenry's last Sunday.  It was always that little idea of the
forbidden and dangerous which tantalized her.  She decided to really get daring.

She jumped up and said, "Get down."

Kevin hopped off the table and stood with his back to the door, his cock wagging
out of his pajama bottoms, as his mother quickly shucked her panties and tossed
them into a cabinet.  "Okay," she said, "put that chair there.  You stand there
between the chair and the table.  If anyone tries to open the door, it will push
the chair into you and stop.  Sit down and act like you've been sitting there the
whole time.  In the meantime," she hopped on the table, lifted her skirt and
spread her legs, "come fuck your mom."

Kevin grinned as he follwed her instructions to the letter.  Within seconds the
tableaux was set and Heather's ankles were locked behind her son's back.  She
gripped his shoulders and leaned back as Kevin, his hands on her waist, pumped
steadily in and out.  Over their quiet grunts and sighs they could occaisionally
hear the Foreman's two rooms away.  Once the guests erupted in laughter, and
Heather's pussy constricted around Kevin's cock.  After a few minutes, Kevin felt
his balls start to churn.  "Gonna cum," he grunted.

"Me, too," Heather said, biting her lip.  Seconds later, mother and son both came
as his molten white fluid poured into her spasming matronly twat.  Then Heather
lay back on the table, exhausted, as Kevin flopped on top of her.

"I could go again," she said.

"Me too, Mom."

"Wait here, I've got an idea."

Heather walked back into the den and Dr. Foreman paused as they all looked up at
her.  Feigning a concerned look she said, "I'm sorry, but I have to call it a
night.  Kevin's got a terrible head-ache and I need to take care of him."

"Poor fella," Dr. Foreman said solicitously, "I hope he'll be okay."

Heather felt a twinge of guilt, but only a twinge as she said, "Thank you for
your concern."

As they were leaving Etta remarked, "Comes of studying too much on a Friday
night."

"Yes, but he's learning SO MUCH," Heather dead-panned, then froze as she felt a
trickle of her son's sperm leak down her leg toward the hem of her skirt.

"Are you alright, dear?"

"Oh, fine, I just feel a little headache coming on myself.  Goodnight." she
hustled them out the door, then fell against it laughing quietly after it shut
behind them.

"Mommmeee," Kevin called fron the other room, "I've got a HEAD-ache."  Then they
both dissolved in gales of laughter.

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Later that evening, Heather lay between Kevin's legs and was nursing his hard-on
back after they had fucked again.  She decided to try a little something
*different*.

"Are you up for a new sensation?" she asked her son.

"I'm up for anything," he returned.

"Okay, scoot your ass down here and hang your legs off the bed."

Kevin complied, and Heather knelt between his feet.  She resumed sucking him off,
using extra saliva.

"That's great, Mom," Kevin said, "but apart from the blood rushing to my feet I
don't feel anything new."
"Okay, wiseguy," she said, lifting her head and fisting his slick cock, "What was
the first thing about me that turned you on?"

"Oh, jeez, that was so long ago,...OW, stop squeezing... okay, okay.  It was your
titties."

Heather lifted her heavy tits one in each hand and mashed them together around
her son's cock.  Massaging them up and down she said, "How do you like fucking
Mommy's titties, son?"

"Ohhhh," was all the answer she got.

So she kept right on going, slowly massaging her tits up and down his rod.  After
a while she said "Can you cum like this?"

"I think so," he said.

"Let's try it another way," she said.  Then she hopped up on the bed and lay down
next to him.  "Come here and straddle me.  That's it."

Kevin quickly got the idea and lay his rod between her massive tits.  Heather
pushed them together from the sides and Kevin started fucking into the natural
tunnel her cleavage made.  As his long prick poked through near her chin, Heather
lifted her head and began sucking the tip on every stroke.  She couldn't get her
mouth around it quickly enough without scraping her son's sensitive skin with her
teeth, so she settled on wetting her lips and making them into an 'O'.  Kevin
caught on and began aiming the head of his cock for that moist 'O' and was
rewarded with the sensation of plowing through tits, then air, then lips with his
enflamed glans.

Pretty soon, however, he picked up the pace and started to ignore her mouth,
instead pushing his cock into her tits with short, quick strokes.  His flowing
precum kept him lubricated enough to quicken the pace.  Heather urged him on,
"Oh, yesss, baby, fuck mommy's titties.  Fuck 'em hard.  Fuck 'em fast.  Oh, your
mommy loves your big hot cock.  Shoot that jizz all over my tits... shoot your
cum in mommy's face....Yess..."

And with a grunt, Kevin complied.  His jism splashed all over her chest, between
her heaving tits, against her chin, over her lips and face....everywhere.  As he
slidback down her body to lay between her legs, his mother hefted one cum-coated
tit to her lips and began sucking it frantially.  Kevin began to apply finger
stimulation to her pulsing twat, as he lowered his face to her other tit and
licked and sucked his own cum from it.  This made Heather hotter than ever, and
mother and son both licked his jizz from everywhere they could reach.  Finally,
Kevin droppd his lips to hers and gave her a deep kiss.  Heather felt him trickle
a load of his own cum from his mouth into hers, just as ehe hit her clit.   The
ensuing orgasm shook the whole bed ash she nearly flipped her son off her in the
ferocity of her cum.

As they both drifted to sleep, Heather thought, "What an incredible lover."

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The next morning, Kevin woke to find his mother gone.  A note on the fridge said
she got called in to work, so she had to leave quickly.  Kevin was almost mad
about misssing his morning cum, but then he remembered just exactly how much hs
mother had given of herself to him, and he couldn't be upset.

Instead, as the morning ran on, he decided to do something noce for her.  So he
fixed a quick lunch of leftover roastbeef sandwhiches, and caught the bus for the
hospital.

Once there, he headed up to Heather's floor and began to look for her.  At the
ward desk he found out she was down the hall, medicating a patient.  He found her
applying the hypodermic to a man's IV.   The man seemed asleep, but his breathing
was labored.  As the shot took effect, though, his breathing smoothed and
deepened.

"Hi honey," she said when she looked up and saw him there.

"Is he okay?" Kevin asked.

"Well, he's in a lot of pain from some broken bones, but nothing life-
threatening.  The morphine we just gave him should knock him out for a couple of
hours.  What brings you here?"

"I brought you lunch," he said, holding up the bag.

"Great, hold on a sec."  Heather picked up the phone and called the desk, "Sal,
I'm going on break to have lunch with my son, okay?  Thanks."

"Where should we go?" Kevin asked.

"How 'bout right here?  Mr. Jacobs is out for at least two hours.  We could sit
on the edge of this other bed and look out the window."

"Cool,"  he said.

So Heather pulled the curtain between the beds and they shared their sandwiches. 
As they finished up and were stuffing the scraps back into the bag, Heather said,
"Well, that took all of ten minutes.  What should we do with the rest of the
hour?"  She'd meant it as a rhetorical question, but the same thought struck them
both at the same time.

"Uh, I missed you this morning,"  Kevin said.

"Uh, I missed you, too, honey.  Did my little darling wake up all nasty and
hard."

"Oh, very hard, and there was no Mommy to make it go away."  They had fallen back
into that speech pattern, which excited them both.

"And what did you do to make it go away."

"Nothing, it's still here."

"Well, we had better do something about it before Mommy's little boy bursts."

Kevin stood up and unzipped his pants.  He had to open the waist band, too, just
to get his legthening rod out, but he had no underwear on.  For her part, Heather
opened the top few buttons of her uniform and pulled her bra beneath her tits,
which pushed them together and up and out.  Then she shucked her panties and
stuffed them in the pocket of her cardigan.

"Come here," she breathed, "let Nurse Mommy make that swelling go away."  And she
sucked Kevin into her mouth.  Kevin let his pants drop around his ankles as he
put his hands on his mother's head, guiding it back and forth as she sucked him
off.

Heather's hands grabbed hold of her son's ass as she stuffed him into her mouth. 
She kneaded and rubbed his taut butt cheeks while she sucked.  Then, she dropped
one of her hands between his legs and caressed his balls.  The other continued
to knead his young ass.  Suddenly she recalled certain details taught to her by
one of her lovers, and decided to try it on Kevin.

With his head back and his eyes closed, rocking back and forth, Kevin was lost
in the feeling of his mom's eager mouth around his hot dick.  He wanted to cum
soon so he could eat her pussy and then perhaps fuck before her hour was up. 
Meanwhile, she was doing great things with her hands as well.  Suddenly, her hand
behind him slipped a little and tickled his asshole.  He jerked forward a bit,
almost gagging his mom, but the index finger persisted.  Actually, once he got
used to the idea, it felt kind of good.  He pushed back against it a little, when
suddenly it disappeared.

Just as suddenly, it reappeared between his legs, brushing past his balls, where
it could get a better angle.  Kevin pushed against it again, and suddenly it had
slipped past his sphincter.  It didn't go deep at first, it just sat there,
letting Kevin get used to the feeling. Instead, Heather intensified her sucking
on the front end.  As Kevin got used to the finger up his ass, he relaxed and got
back into the groove of the blowjob.  This allowed the finger to penetrate
further and further.  Kevin really started to get worked up, and soon he could
feel the cum gathering in his nuts.  Just as he hit the brink, that finger got
all the way in and Heather tickled her son's prostate.  With a loud groan, Kevin
jammed his cock deep down his mom's throat and came like crazy.

Heather had expected just such a reaction and was prepared.  As Kevin had the
hottest cum of the week, his mother calmly gulped and swallowed.  Finally, when
he was spent, she removed her finger and dropped his softening rod from her
mouth.

Kevin sank to his knees with a groan.  Heather lifted his chin and kissed him,
letting a little of his cum trickle into his mouth.  Kevin shivered deliciously,
then kissed her back, hard.  He kissed her repeatedly on the lips and face, then
her neck, finally dropping his attention to her tits.  He licked and sucked and
tongued the nipples, meanwhile sending his hands down to spread his mom's thighs
and began working on her pussy.  Finally he lifted her legs over his shoulder,
and as she sighed tremulously, dropped his mouth to her twat.

Slowly and easily, at almost a leisurely pace, Kevin worked his tongue up and
down her slit, between the lips slightly, then out.  Heather leaned back on one
elbow, keeping one hand wrapped up in her son's hair, holding him close to her
mound.  Not that she needed to, because Kevin was a glutton when it came to
eating pussy, or rather a gourmet.

Every so often he'd flick her clit, causing her to jerk lightly.  He also began
to range further afield in his licking until before Heather even noticed, her son
was licking her asshole as well.  In a little bit, however, he concentrated
exclusively on her pussy, much to her disappointment.

That disappointment was short-lived, however, as hi own index finger soon
replaced his tongue at her back door.  In much the same fashion as she had done
to him, Kevin intensified his licking of his mother's twat as he slipped his
finger into her rectum.

What he didn't know was that women don't have a prostate like men do. 
Nevertheless, Heather enjoyed the feeling of having her ass full of her son's
digit.   In the past, several lovers had tried anal sex with her, and while the
manual part was always fun and stimulating, their cocks had been a bit too thich
for comfort.  Too thick.  If only their cocks were thiner...  Suddenly, Kevin
shoved his finger deep and attacked her clit with lips, tongue and teeth. 
Startled, Heather was surprised into a very hard, fast orgasm.  The quickness of
it left her wanting much more, however.

"Are you hard again?" she whispered.

"Like iron," he replied.

"Good, hold on,"  Heather ducked around the curtain to check on Jacobs.  "He's
deeply out, she said.  Then she hit the controls to raise the level of the bed.
Kevin noticed that she had a tube of toothpaste in her hand.  Toothpaste?

Noticing his look, Heather said, "It's petroleum jelly.  There's a tube of it in
every nightstand."  She quickly squirted some in her palm and began jacking his
cock with it.  

"Mom," he whispered, "aren't we past the jack-off stage?"

"Don't *you* be a jack-off," she said, coating his cock liberally with goo.  Then
she turned around and leaned over the raised bed.  "Okay, honey," she said, "fuck
Mommy in the ass."

"All-RIGHT," Kevin said, "this looks like fun."  Without further ado, he pressed
the head of his cock against his mom's sphincter and began to push in.

"Easy, slowly," she gasped.  "We can do this, but it has to be slow."

Following her instructions, easing in when she said go, waiting when she said
stop, Kevin soon had most of his cock embedded up his mother's ass.  As she
suspected, the full feeling was not uncomfortable, her son's skinny cock going
places that other men's cocks had been too big to get.  As he started a slow, in-
out movement, she felt no pain, but a deep different pleasure she'd never felt
before, as if her pussy were being stimulated from insode out, back to front.

For his part, Kevin could not take the tightness of his mother's anal passage for
very long.  About five minutes into it he said, "M-Mom, I'm gonna cum s-soon."

"Okay, honey," she said, almost serenely, "you go right ahead."  But she dropped
her fingers to her clit to try to get there too.  As Kevin slowly pumped into her
ass, never varying his speed, she could feel her own climax coming on as well. 
Kevin beat her too it, but not by much.  Still pumping slowly and steadily, he
felt the cum pour from his dick in what felt like a steady stream.  He gave a
long sigh as it did so, almost as though relaxing from a tensed up posture.

Heather's climax was also long, deep and satisfying.  She groaned in appreciation
when she felt her son's spunk flooding her bowels, then trembeld and started
cumming herself.  As she came down a little while later, Kevin pulled his dick
out of her ass, causing one last shiver of delight from his mom.

Minutes later, they were both fully dressed and Heather walked her son to the
elevator.  As they passed the desk, Sally asked Heather, "Did you give that
morphine to Mr. Jacobs before you went to lunch?"

"Of course I did, why?"

"It's just that the patient next door buzzed a while ago and said that there was
an awful lot of groaning coming from his room."

It was all mother and son could do to keep from cracking up on the spot.  "I'll
check on him right away," she said, "Bye' honey, thanks for brining me lunch."

"I'll see you at dinner," he said, as the elevator arrived.  "I'll have a special
*dessert* ready for you tonight."

"What a great kid," Sally marvelled as the elevator doors slid shut.

"He is that," Heather agreed, almost to herself, "he is that indeed."


                  THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Well, boys and girls, I never thought I'd get to the end of that one, but there
it is in its entirety.  I hope you got off as much reading this as I did writing
it.  Let me hear from you c/o Rusty & Edie's BBS with any comments.  I bruise
easily around the ego, so be kind with the criticism.  Actually, let it fly, I
can take it.

I'm still looking for an illustrator to draw some of the scenes from my stories. 
Let me know if you'd be interested in a collaboration.  Also, as was stated
before, the ideas for Kevin's story came directly from one of you, the readers! 
Drop me a line if you'd like to see a custom tale of your own, perhaps even using
your name and that of your family?  If it seems do-able, I'll jump right in. 
Probably not in the same scope as KEVSTRY, however, that was too exhausting.

Well, keep happy, keep well and 

Keep pushin' on,

Ed