This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com Subject: BY REQ: Mom&Me #2 (Fm. Inc. Con) MOM & ME CHAPTER 2 ============================================================= She was liquid; she was soft and gibing, and the melted core of her body was warm, so warm. Oh lord, she thought; I've been a terrible woman, doing something that cannot be forgiven. I have fucked my own son. Turning her face into the pillow, Betty shuddered. There was some excuse-- some minor rationalizing--over Danny screwing her in ;that sneaky move. But after she'd hidden him from his father, she should have ordered him from her bed, slapped him, told him sternly that there'd be no more of such an impossible situation. Instead, she had allowed him to go down on her, to eat into the vagina that still held both his semen and that of his father. She twisted and squirmed upon his boyishly eager mouth and hunched her cunt to him; she had *begged* her young son to eat her pussy. Oh lord, she thought--of my lord. If chad ever finds out, he'll kill us both; I know he will. He's big and jealous, and he can be violent at times. If he ever somehow discovered that his son was fucking his wife, he'd go out of him mind with rage. She sat up, and swinging her breasts reminded her that her body was still aroused, that she had just gone through a sex session which was the wildest and longest lasting of her life. First Chad had screwed her, in one of his rare early morning hungers then Danny fucked her from behind; then her son sucked her pussy until she damned near fainted. And Betty realized that only the noise of her daughter had prevented him from topping her at least once more. When he agreed to go out and fix his sister breakfast, his prick had still be stiff as a broom handle, but far more beautiful. Betty touched the swollen nipples of her tits; Danny said he loved those tits, that the sight of her ass turned him on, and the touch of her pussy--well, that simply freaked him out. He'd told her that he cunt was gorgeous, that I was tighter and hotter than the cunts of the young girls he'd been screwing. Smiling to herself, Betty slid one hand down and rested it upon the hairy black mound between her thighs. I was nice to know that she could be a real sex symbol for someone yet, that she could make a young and handsome male raise a hard by the enticing roll of her ass and the lifting of her tits. Even if the male was her own son. She climbed out of bed, and her thighs kissed softly. She stood awhile before her full length bedroom mirror, staring at her newly awakened and freshly fucked body. Not since she was sixteen years old, had she felt so thrilled; blissful sensations were still rising and falling within her vagina. He had called her beautiful, and the mirror affirmed that at least her body was yet firm and taut, that her breasts stood high and the cheeks of her ass didn't sag, that her belly was almost flat and that her skin was good. Betty preened a bit before the mirror, sweeping back her long black hair and staring from lowered lashes at the reflection of blue eyes. Maybe not really beautiful, she thought, but still attractive still sexy. She found her robe and slippers, left her bedroom and went into the bath. The room still smelled of Chad, of her husband's soap and shaving lotion, and she winced again at the almost palpable presence of him. The fever subsided within her flesh, and she felt like a complete wanton, as if she had betrayed Chad Maddox in the worst possible way. Betty brushed her teeth and climbed hurriedly into the shower. The glass doors were laced with droplets left from her husband's shower, and she shivered, picturing his big body in here with the water purling over it--while she and his son were fucking beyond the wall. Soaping down her own skin, she felt again its tremendous sensitivity, the warm satiny texture of it. Danny, she thought; her son Danny was so eager, so hungry to taste her skin, to love every inch of her stimulated body. But of course, they couldn't do it again. I was finished now, over and done with, and from here on, she would do her level best to eradicate the memory from her brain. She rinsed in cold water and turned off the shower, to step out onto the bath mat and towel her flesh vigorously. Betty forced her mind to other things, to her daughter Nicole. Little Nikki was small and sweet, and she would be shocked into trauma if she even suspected an incestuous affair between her brother and her mother. And her older daughter, Linda; Betty found it difficult to believe that Linda had already been married for two years, and was now a well adjusted housewife, all of twenty-one years old. Linda would go up the all in outrage, if *she* learned of her mother and her younger brother clandestinely sharing illegal and immoral sex. But such *thrilling* sex. Betty wrapped the towel about her waist and stepped to the sink. How many times had she come? Once with Chad, at least twice with Danny, and maybe even more. She'd gotten too dizzy to count, knowing only that great surges of feeling were thundering over her clitoris and through her pussy. She wondered just how long her son had been screwing, where he head leaned his cunnilingual technique, what girl had been the first to feel his rigidly yearning young penis. Betty knew a tiny bite of jealousy at the idea, and wished somehow that she could have been the woman to instruct her son in the ways of the flesh. But of course, she would never have even thought of such a thing. And she had better stop dwelling on the idea now. She had to be strong, to cut this insane affair off before it grew any bigger, and deeper. She had to stand firm and deny any hint of physical familiarity with Danny. Sooner or later, if they came together again--even if it was only once or twice, to slake their thirst for each other's newly discovered bodies--there would be the chance of their being found out, exposed. Betty rubbed cleansing cream into her face and massaged the skin under her eyes, at their corners, then around her mouth. Danny thought she was sensual and beautiful, that she was the best fuck he had ever know. His father didn't say things like that anymore; Chad only screwed her once or twice a week and then it was more like a habit or a duty. He must have had an erotic dream this morning, and come awake with a hard on, and she'd been right there for him to stick it into. But that worked out wonderfully, for Danny had come in to swipe one of his daddy's shirt and seen them screwing. The sight had made him so hot that he couldn't hold out any longer, turned him on so much he'd made the desperate gamble with her, hoping he could fuck his mother and that she wouldn't expose him. Wiping her face, Betty began to fix her eyes, touching up the dark lashes, seeing a new life swirling within their dark blue depths, a new ardor that trembled upon her mouth. She stared, wondering what her reaction would be, the nest time her husband laid her. Would she be guilty, could she respond favorable, would she turn cold? She added a touch of pale lipstick and a dab of powder, then applied the powderpuff and talcum liberally all over her body. Wouldn't it be awful, she thought, if Danny had screwed her before the Pill had been invented? She was reaching for her robe, the towel still draped across her hips, when the bathroom door swung open and Danny stepped inside. He shut the door behind him. "Wow", he breathed, "now I can get a real good look at you, mom. Those big tits are the greatest!" "Get---get out," Betty said, drawing the robe up to her breasts, covering them. "Your sister is--" "Nikki's long gone," he said. "I gave her a quarter and she took off for her friend's house,. She'll be gone most of the day." Betty swallowed, tried to make her voice firm. "Please let me get dressed, Danny. Then we'll sit out in the kitchen and have a talk about--well, about what happened accidently, and--" He grinned at her, his smile big and bright, his blue eyes dancing. Danny was wearing only his summer shorts, no shirt, no shoes, and Betty could see a bulge in front of the little pants. Surely, he couldn't still be having an erection, she thought. Danny said, "I like it fine in here. You know, when nobody else was home, and I knew you were taking a shower, I'd sneak up here and peek through the wall in my room. I drilled little hole in it a long time ago, and I never could see much at once, but sometimes I'd catch a glimpse of your tits, or see that beautiful black hair around your pussy, or maybe I'd see you swinging that nicely rounded ass when you walked to the shower. Then I'd jack off, hoping to see you do the same, hoping maybe that dad would go into the bathroom and put the meat to you, so I could see how crazy you were when you got fucked." "D--don't talk to me like that," she said, moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue. "Its' not right and it's not nice, and I don't want to hear you saying things like that to--to your own mother." He took a step toward her, his right hand running up and down over the swelling in his shorts. So golden, she thought, so handsome and slim-hipped; all the little girls must go insane over him. "Sure, you want to hear it," he said. "You like the sound of the dirty words, because you're the hottest piece of ass going. You're all sexed up right now, watching me handle my prick, and you know damned good and well that I'm going to fuck you again, mother. Right here and right now, I'm going to stick this hard cock back into that gorgeous cunt and fuck you until I can't get it up any more." Betty tried again: "But you can't. You *can't*!! I don't want to--I won't allow--" Danny dropped his shorts. His prick leaped out at her, long and solid, stiff and tipped in lavender. The little veins were blue in the staff, and the brown hair curled thickly in his crotch, curly and abundant over his young balls. There was a shiny drop of fluid upon the blunt end, a liquid gem of preseminal oil that glistened upon the throbbing glans. "Here it is, mother," he said. "This is what you had earlier, and what you want right now. And I want to stick it in you, to climb in between your lovely thighs and work the head of my cock around in all that deep black pussy hair. I want you lying there on your back with your thighs opened and when I get it buried to the balls inside your hot, juicy cunt, I want to feel your long, fine legs curl up around my back=--the way you do it when dad climbs on you." The mention of her husband shook Betty. She said, "Oh no; no, I won't do it. I won't let you--" But he stepped close and took her wrists. The robe slipped away and left her breasts exposed, trembling, their nipples going hard. Danny didn't touch them yet. Instead, he drew her hand down and placed it upon his prick. Betty trembled from head to foot, and her breath rasped dryly in her throat. Instinctively, her fingers closed around the hard young rod, clinched themselves adoringly around the stiff boyish cock, and the rapture of its hotly pulsing maleness turned her weak. She clung to his penis for support, and somehow his face was lowered to her breasts, somehow his breath was tickling warmly over their quaking mounds. "That's right, darling," he said. " Darling, passionate mother; hold onto my prick while I kiss these terrific tits." Her son's tongue licked out over one of her nipples, and a stab of delight lanced into her. His mouth closed over the vibrant tip and she flinched; she tightened her grip upon his prick and leaned into him for support because her knees were turning rubbery. Together, they sank to the floor, and she was supine beneath his slim, muscular body. There was no hair on his chest and none up his belly, but it was concentrated in generous clustering at Danny's crotch. It gelt so thrilling to be under him, to have his prick in her hand and pinned between their bellies. He sucked her nipple, licked over it, but tenderly upon it until she squirmed. He said wetly around her tit: "I sucked these when I was a baby. I got fed through this nipple, and now it turns me on; now it makes me want to eat you all over." "Danny," she gasped, "oh my darling son!" "But I need to fuck you first," he said, and suddenly his glans was settling into the damp hairs of her vulva, feeling it eager way into the quivering receptiveness of her humid labia. Spongy, yet hard; giving, but insistent--her son's cock pushed against the entrance to her vagina and slowly moved inside. "Oh, yeah," he panted into her throat. "Oh man--that's so hot and slippery inside. It's still got some of my come in it, and some of dad's too. Wow--what a wild pussy, and your ass is so soft, and your legs--oh mom--oh mother--I love you, Love you.!" And with this his prick slipping strong and hard up inside the confines of her oily cunt, Betty Maddox was once more in control. Danny was once again her little boy, and she was teaching him something; she was in her wisdom instructing her baby boy in a new knowledge. "I love you, too, darling," she said, and rolled the cheeks of her ass to fit his cock even more snugly and securely into her motherly vagina. His superb young balls nestled into the crack of her ass, and she wished she could swallow them up with her cunt, and with her asshole, that she could fit all of this beautiful by back into the genes of her body and give birth to him all over again. "Fuck your mother deep, baby," she said, stroking his hair. "Fuck me strong and deep and forever. Come in your mother's loving pussy." "Yes, mom," Danny panted, and lunged his long rod into her vagina, pulled it back and hammered it home once more. It was longer than his father's penis, she though; Danny's cock wasn't as thick as Chad's, but it was considerably longer. She could feel the head of it knocking at her cervix. Betty heaved her pelvis against him, met her son's prick stroke for stroke, and when she wrapped her arms around his smooth shoulders, his mouth hungrily sought hers. He had dipped this finely chiseled pair of lips into her cunt; he had used this mouth to suck the flowing juices from his mother's pussy, and Betty had a sudden wild desire to taste the flavors of her own vagina, but it was too late. Some time soon, she thought; she could let herself go in bitch abandon and do all the dirty things she had always craved to do. His tongue darted inside her lips and her teeth raked over his teeth; she knew the thrill of his tongue, the wet seeking that only her adoring mouth could assist. As his cock thrust strongly into her clenching, surging pussy, his tongue followed suit inside her mouth. Danny matched the movements of his tongue with the actions of his prick, timing both rhythms in a sensual, a lascivious beat that drove her insane. Betty bucked under her son's pelvis, rode her son's hammering staff and hunched to get another inch inside her if she possibly could. Her legs thrashed, and she remembered that he had asked to have her legs around him, so she lifted her feet and curled her legs around his waist. Her heels just naturally seemed to fit into the sweaty, busy crack of his ass, and Betty locked her lower body to his as he fucked harder and faster. Danny's cock became a battering ram that shook her with each powerful blow; her tits bounced when the head of it slammed home; her ass shook when his balls slapped against her hole. "Mom, mom!" he cried. "I'm coming--I'm *coming!" He drove his meat down into her upthrust cunt, and she churned it up and around the rod as she felt the head of it flex. Danny let go inside his mother's flaming pussy, and she knew the searing blast of his semen. Her son's come burst forth against the womb that had once carried him, and Betty felt the splash of its wet, sticky wonder as it flooded the walls of her vagina and filled the steamy cavity to its brim. "Oh, my lover," she said, clamping him even tighter between her legs, digging her heels into the back of his knees. "Oh my sweet darling! Pump it into me, Danny; squirt your mother's cunt full of that teenage come! Just hold it stiff in me, sweetheart--and I'' roll my pussy around it. I'll hump up on its lovely rod and -- ah yes, yes, yes! 'm coming, too! Oh my love, I'm riding your marvelous prick and feeling your hot come in my cunt, and I'm COMING!" The enchanted violence ruptured within her, radiating from the tuning-fork quivering her clitoris to encompass her vagina, her womb, her labia, her asshole. Slowly, lovingly, her legs came sliding down his hips, making every inch a caress along his tense thighs and down the feathery calves of his slender legs until she was lying flat again. "Am I hurting you, Mother? My weight on top of you like this, I mean?" "Oh no," she murmured into the clean scent of his hair. "Mo, my darling, I love your body on mine." And to prove it, she brought her legs together, sliding her calves under his and closing her thighs to hold his incomparable prick trapped within the hot glove of her cunt. Betty pillowed her son's face in the curve of her throat and held him near, feeling her tits move against his smooth chest as she breathed. It was perfection for her, the adoring son and the loving mother blended in matchless intimacy, their juices mixing, their skin and flesh and oils together i the closest possible coupling. He needed her again, perhaps even more than he had needed her when he was a baby. She thought she'd lost him to his too-swift manhood., but now he was back with her, craving her comfort and the warmth she could give him. It wasn't bad, Betty told herself; something so wondrous couldn't possibly be bad or evil. IT was the purest kind of love, the filial instinct and the maternal protection wrapped one in the other. It was so beautiful that she wanted to cling to him for all time; she couldn't want anything else. Now he was embryo and child; he was son and boy and husband and lover and prick and semen, the circle of life completed. She lay on the floor of the bathroom, her only son atop- her body with his young cock still balls deep inside her pussy, her labia tight upon the round, slim staff, a warm overflow of their mixed juices seeping ever so lightly into the compressed crack of her ass. And Betty Maddox knew that this was only a beginning, that from now they would go on and on to explore each other's bodies, to seek and find all the forbidden delights that incestuous flesh could offer. END --- Chapter 2.................