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MOM&ME #5 (2nd Try) 

MOM & ME

Chapter 5

[I did not write this story but have enjoyed it for many years.]

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	Chad didn't screw her the next morning.  She woke long before he
did, and rubbed herself against him in voluptuous warmth; she even played
with his prick for awhile, but Chad only mumbled and stirred beneath the
sheet.  When he did come to, it was just to grunt out of bed and head for
the toilet.

	Disappointed, Betty lay quietly in the blacked-out bedroom, glad
that they both wanted their sleeping area cut off from any light that
would disturb them and cause them to awaken too early.  She lay on her
back, wondering if Danny was in the room yet, or if he was waiting for the
sound of the shower before he would sneak in and crawl into bed with her.

	So much, so often, she thought; only yesterday, she would have
kept track of the number of times she was screwed in any given month. 
Very easily, she could have counted them--on the fingers of one hand.  Now
when was confused.  She'd been fucked so many times she'd stopped
tabulating the score, and if there was any nicer kind of forgetfulness,
Betty didn't know it.
	
	The shower went on, loud in the morning stillness, and she felt
her nipples rising.  Danny, she thought: where was her son Danny?  Surely
not oversleeping, when he promised to creep into her bed.

	he touched her tit, and she damned near jumped off the bed. 
"Shhh," he hissed.  "I've been lying on the rug on your side of the bed,
just waiting.  Slide over a little and I'll get in."

	"Be quiet," she warned, "oh, do be careful."  Her heart was
leaping at the touch of him, at the rattle of water in the shower stall
just inches from her head.

	Her son slid beneath the sheet and began to kiss her tits, running
his hot tongue over the hard nipples and biting tenderly upon the swollen
mounds themselves.  She rolled to him and Danny lifted his face to her,
pressed his stiff penis against the velvet skin of her trembling belly. 
His lips reached her ear and tickled there, warm and whispering; "How dies
he shower--soap all over?"  Dies he make suds over his balls and cock,
then rinse off?  He's hairy, I know--but is he real hairy in the crotch?"
	"Yes," she answered, "thick hair, but springy and curled.  Shh,
darling; if he heard us--"

	"He didn't fuck you," he said.

	"No,"  Betty said. "He was in a hurry this morning and besides, we
don't screw all that often any more; not the way we used to when we were
young and first married."

	He had his hand between her thighs, feeling and stroking, and
Betty lifted her left leg to place it over Danny's slim, silken body.  His
prick ben down and shoved thrillingly along the hairy nest of her vulva,
lying lengthwise along the dampening lips of her labia.  So soon, she
though; so much constant fucking and still she craved more.  She wanted
him to screw her so much that she was willing to gamble her marriage in
this bed, here and now.

	Water rained in the shower stall, and through the wall, Betty
could hear Chad humming as he bathed.  Chad's son nudged the head of his
hard cock into her pussy lips and urged it inside.  She wiggled her ass
and helped to seat it firmly into her snatch, putting her hands on Danny's
buttocks, sliding one arm under him and the other over his slim waist. 
His adorable pecker sunk into her, slid hungrily into her cunt, their
pubic mounds coming together as she snuggled her son close, very close.

	She murmured to him, "Your father is rubbing soap over his hairy
body right now--slide that hard young prick into your mama, sweetheart. 
Just through that wall, he's standing naked and the water is running off
his crotch, while your crotch is tight against your mother's vulva baby. 
He doesn't know we're fucking; he doesn't know that his son--our son--is
fucking his wife.  He trusts me, because he knows I've never cheated on
him.  I never wanted to, before now.  Oh Danny, my son--fuck me more and
more!"

	"So good," he whispered. "so soft and hot inside, and I dig it
when your belly slides over mine like this.  I enjoy screwing you in
secret.  You have the greatest pussy, the hottest, silkiest cunt in the
world.  I don't know how dad can *not* fuck it, every day and night."

	Betty rolled her hips, worked her belly across Danny's flat tummy,
felt his sweet and symmetrical balls on her thigh.  His hard cock was a
slow piston within her vagina, stroking her clit, probing far back to the
cup of her womb.  She said, "Your father is tired of my pussy."

	"I'll never get tired of it," he promised.  "No more than I could
be bored with the sky or the sea or living itself.  Your cunt is the most
important thing in the world to me mother.  I adore it, I worship it, I
want to fuck and fuck and *fuck* it!"

	"Shh, darling.  Fuck it all you want.  Fuck your mommy's cunt all
you desire-- but quietly, easy; we don't want your daddy to find out."

	Betty hiked her crotch, drew it back, rode the lancing thrusts of
her son's rigid staff as he fed it steadily into her vagina.  She clamped
it tight, gyrated her hips sot that she would fell the touch of that
glorious prick all over the inner glove of her pussy.  Waves of carnal
passion rolled through her, rocked he ass and shoved the nipples of her
tits into his chest she hung to the cheeks of his ass, clutched them and
pulled him powerfully into her heaving cunt, grinding and hunching.

	The word hissed out of her, sibilant and low between her clenched
teeth:  "Oh, you beautiful mother fucker!  Oh, my hard cock son, fuck your
mamma--you sneaky little cunt stealer--shoot it into me--into--me--*into
me*!  Ooohhh!  I can't stand it!  I'm going out of my mind
--ahh---ooohhh--Danny, you wonderful mother fucker!"

	His come burst forth, roared out of the head of his prick to wash
her  cervix, to inundate the walls of her shuddering pussy, to make her
thrillingly greasy and creamily slick.  Young, eager semen--teenage
come--thick and spurting and ecstatic.  Betty's cunt sucked on the pumping
cock and her own orgasm rose swiftly, so that she bucked on his imbedded
tool so hard that the bed shook and rattled.

	Chad's voice came through the wall:  "You okay, Betty?  Is anything 
wrong?"

	"N--no," she called quickly.  "I just--I just banged my arm into
the wall when I turned over."

	He son stroked his slippery, greasy cock into her slot, each long
move a tantalizing reach that made her tremble.

	"Sure you're all right?"  her husband asked.

	"Fine," she said, "just fine."

	"Fucking fine" her son breathed into her ear.  "Tell daddy you
have a hard cock up your pussy and you're fucking just fine."

	"Hush," she warned, and listened to the sounds in the bathroom, a
little frightened, but more excited.  She'd like to say just that, she
thought--she'd get a kick out of seeing Chad's face if she ever told him
that she had another male's prick in her cunt.  But she couldn't do that;
it would ruin everything, destroy this delicious relationship she had
discovered with her stiff pronged son.

	Swiftly then, she jerked her cunt away from him, snapped his wet
rod out and shoved against his hairless chest.  "He's coming back!  Get
down on the floor, quick-- quick!!"

	Danny slid away, dropped softly to the carpet and she rolled to
her back, pressed a forearm across her eyes and tried to slow her frantic
breathing.  Her thighs pressed together, and she could feel the warm
seepage of Danny's semen between them; her nipples refused to soften.

	The door opened, and Chad came to the edge of the bed, sat down
upon it in the room that was now semi-dark; there was light coming through
the partly open door from the bathroom.  Stay hidden, she though; oh,
Danny---keep quiet and stay hidden.

	Chad reached over, dropped an exploring hand that found her breast
and moved up her throat to her face.  Leaning down, he said, "Sure you
didn't hurt yourself?  Sounded like you fell out of bed.  Maybe you
knocked off the lamp on your side.  I'll go see...."

	She clutched his wrist.  "Oh no!  I didn't knock anything over,
just bumped my elbow on the wall, tossing around."

	He tugged.  "Probably dreaming and didn't know what you were
doing.  I'd better check."

	She rolled to him and pressed her face into the shower-damp
stomach; it was hairy and smelled faintly of soap.  She said into it; " I
*was* dreaming about you.  I mean--all the things you and I have never
done, never tried.  We're not getting any younger, to coin a phrase, and
maybe--maybe we've been cheating ourselves."

	He caressed her head.  "Hey--that must have been some dream, to
shake you up like this.  What do you mean, the things we never tried? 
Like going to Europe or something?"

	Betty had his attention diverted, and she had to keep it away from
the imaginary lamp accident, had to hold him physically away from the
other side of the bed where their naked son lay in hiding.  She touched
her tongue to his belly hair and felt him flinch.

	"Hey, Betty---what the hell are you doing?  Look, I have to grab
some toast and coffee, get to work--"

	She knew him too well;  she realized he wouldn't forget a possible
broken lamp, that he would fret over a broken bulb or frayed cord, until
he checked it out.  She had to *make* him forget it, so that her son would
be protected, so that her marriage would be kept intact.

	"I'm doing something I always wanted to do," she said, nibbling
into this belly with insistent teeth.  "Something I should have done a lot
of years ago--and would have, except that I was so worried you might think
I was a wanton.  Now--"

	She put her arms around his waist, dipped her face toward his
towel-wrapped hips and pulled away the covering with her teeth.

	"Hey!" Chad said, but she wasn't listening any more.  He smelled
of soap and manhood and a new excitement.  Danny was listening, she knew;
their son was only a few feet away, and he would hear, if not peep at,
everything that was going on.  He'd wanted to watch her screw his father,
had he?  She'd give him something else just as stimulating, and it would
sure as hell take Chad's mind off the lamp.

	She snapped away the towel, and rubbed her mouth, her cheeks ;and
chin, into her husband's crotch, breathing into the furry tangle of his
pubic hair, touching his limp penis with her lips.

	Chad said, "Betty! I don't know what's gotten into you--you know
damned well that you never--"

	She pushed farther down, and his testicles were heavy, only
hanging in their wrinkled sack.  She licked over them, suddenly opened her
lips wide and sucked them into her mouth as if she was going to crack hem
between her teeth.

	Her husband's hands darted to her head, tried to lift her away,
but she felt the tremble of his belly and the lifting of his cock as it
began to stiffen.  Blissfully, she sucked upon his balls, drew her tongue
over them, and felt his prick rise against her face.

        Betty relesed his balls then, dug her fingernails into his hips
and snapped her mouth over the distended head of  his rod.  Big it was,
and spongy, and the flange around it had been soaked thousands of times in
the love oils of her pussy.  But never had she held it in her lips, or
curled her wet tongue around it as she was doing now.  She bit down on it
when Chad tried feebly to withdraw, and shoved the tips of her tongue into
the tiny slot where fluid was beginning to rise.

	"you--you can't do this," her husband said above her, somewhere in
the swirling clouds over her busy head.  "Betty, Betty, darling--we
never--you couldn't-- ahhhhhh!"

	She drew that lovely blunt end far back into her mouth, moved it
devotedly along the velvet roof of her mouth, moved it back into the fever
of her throat.  Using her tongue as a rammer, she shoved Chad's prick back
to the outer confines of her lips, then swiftly sucked it back in again,
her cheeks indenting with the power of her pulling.

	"Ummmm," she moaned, and slipped her hands from his hips, one of
them going to his damp balls, the other searching between the cheeks of
his ass to find the wooly ring that was his anus.  She'd never done that,
even with Danny, and she didn't know what impelled her to do it the,
except some innate instinct hitherto wedged deeply within her inner core.

	Sucking, licking, biting at his hard cock, Betty ate her husband's
organ for the first time, realizing that it should have been done many
times before this.  She ought to have devoured his prick , made it a part
of her mouth as it had been made a vital piece of her cunt.  She had taken
his semen and made it into three beautiful children; she could eat it as
well, make it into a love meal for the empty places of her belly.

	Chad grunted.  "You--you bitch!  You--bitch---sucking my prick! 
Never--my wife--you never---ahhhhhhhh, your wonderful cocksucker--eat my
prick; EAT IT UP, YOU BITCH!!  SUCK ME OFF!!!"

	Betty sucked; she drew upon the swollen, leaking head and slid her
mouth up and down, wobbled her face from side to side so that his now
pumping cock could know the fondling of every hell, every valley of her
mouth, her tongue and teeth, her lips and throat.

	Blindly, she squeezed his balls and bent her head to force his
driving cock farther back into her throat.  Her other hand caressed his
asshole, fingered its tip into the hairy ring, and she sucked, sucked, her
head moving more rapidly up and down.

	Chad hesitated, breaking his rhythm, his hands tugging weakly at
her hair, and she wanted to tell him never mind, that she *wanted*him to
come in her throat, that she *wanted* to swallow his spray of semen.

	Shuddering, he jerked his belly into her face, crushed her head
with his hands and gave a great, final lunge of his thick cock.  His
ejaculation was huge, a thundering Vesuvius of semen that erupted in her
throat, hot and heavy and saturating.  Betty accepted its homage gladly,
happily.  She gulped down the rush of fluids, sucked joyfully upon the
flexing head of her husband's massive prick to drain more the excitingly
flavored stuff.

	As Chad sighed back to rest upon his elbows, she held to his cock,
teasing it with her tongue, and only then did she remember that their son
had probably been watching from the dark corner of the heaving bed.  Danny
had at least heard the sucking noises, the slippery sounds of wet prick in
a hungry mouth; he had listened to he rhythm of the bed and to his
father's diminishing protests.

	Danny must have a champion hard on, she thought, and came very
close to giggling around Chad's softening prick, as her husband said,
"I--I enjoyed that very much, Betty.  And I'm sorry I called you those
names."

	She lifted her mouth from his penis, gave the shrinking head a
last kiss.  "You just called me a bitch and a cocksucker--and I am.  It's
nice being bitchy, and even nicer to at last suck your cock."

	"I meant--oh hell," he said, and she moved her mouth up his belly
to his chest, up his brushy chest to his throat and then to his chin. 
Chad wiggled  uncomfortably, and she smiled.

	"Oh no,": she said.  "Don't go all revolted on me now.  I ate your
prick and swallowed your semen, and you loved every moment of it.  So now
you can just taste your own flavors."

	Clamping her mouth over his, she thrust her still oily tongue
deeply into his mouth. Chad shivered, and that was all; a moment later, he
returned the kiss, sliding his tongue over hers.  Betty crushed her tits
into his chest and began to rub her wet mound over his thigh.  Now she had
an excuse for it to be wet, and she wondered what her son was feeling
then, if he was going out of his skill with desire.  It was a good thing
that they had already fucked, she thought;  otherwise Danny might be
jacking off right now.    

        Maybe he was, anyhow; it was possible that he was holding his stiff
cock in his hand and squirming bare-assed on the rug, about to let go his
own orgasm.  That would be a waste.  The precious fluid should be put into
her body.

	Chad pulled back to get his breath.  "Damn; I guess I'll just call
in to the office and tell them I can't make it this morning."

	She thought of Danny on the floor.  "Oh no, Chad.  Go ahead to
work--I--I have an appointment with Miss Carothers, anyway.  You
know---the lady who want me to help with the charity campaign:  I'd rather
be here with you, but she'll get very upset if I'm not on time, and--"

	"Okay," he said.  "I just wanted to lie here and talk with you
about--well, about what you just did and about how passionate you're
getting lately.   I don't mean you weren't always hot, but well, it seems
as if the past couple of days have changed you, made you wild."

	She eased off his body, lay back and pulled the sheet over her
legs.  "Are you complaining, Chad?"

	"No," he answered, "oh hell, no.  It's just--something I can't
figure out."

	She forced a gentle laugh.  "We'll discuss it later.  This
weekend, when we have a lot of time together.  All right?"

	"Sure.  Besides, the kids are home this summer, and--what did I do
with my towel?  Here it is, on the floor."  He stood uncertainly beside
the bed, then blew a kiss down at her and went back into the bathroom,
closing the bedroom door behind him.

	Things rattled in the bath, and the toilet flushed.  the bed
sagged, and Betty put out a warning hand to touch her son's naked body. 
When he slid in beside her and snuggled to her flesh, she
whispered---"Keep still and keep quiet.  All your father's habit patterns
were broken just then, and now there's no telling what he'll do, which way
he'll turn, what he'll forget and have to come back for."

	Danny nuzzled into her hair, breathed into her ear, very softly: 
"I peeked from the corner, just lifting my eyes above your pillow.  I
couldn't see much because it's so black in here, but I could make out the
outline of your head and his body, when you went down on him.  Wow!!  All
those wet sounds, those eating noises, and the way the bed was going up
and down.  I almost freaked out."

	"Shhhh," she said,  "be quiet."

	They lay softly together, waiting together and Betty knew they had
to work out something, to develop some way of either bringing Chad into
the situation fully, or of hiding it completely from him.  This was more
than dangerous, sharing the bed with her son while her husband was so
close by; this was foolhardy.  
		
	Chad went down the hallway, down the stairs, and Betty continued
to listen, her heartbeat faster than usual, her pulse still racing from
oral sex and from the fright she had undergone.

	Danny began to stroke her body, to push his rigid penis against
her leg.  She shook her head and hissed at him:  "Wait, Damnit!  We have
to be sure of him; we must be certain your father isn't going to blow up
if he finds out about us.  I don't know how in the hell we *can* be sure
of that, but--"

	Her son said softly,  "He has to be brought in.  I suggest Linda."

	Betty blinked.  "Linda?  How--what can she --"
	
	"She can seduce him,"  Danny explained.  "My older sister can get
dad to fuck her, and then he'll be too guilty to think of anything else
for awhile."

	Sucking in her breath, Betty said, Linda?" But what makes you
think she'd do anything like that with your father--that your sister would
commit incest?"

	She stopped talking, foundering on the shoal of the incestual
image, because she and her son were already into it.  But Linda was
happily married, and she'd never go for her own father, and--it was an
idea, Betty admitted.  It probably was a pretty good idea, if it could
possibly be worked our in detail.

	She said,  "How, Danny?  How do we get your sister to lay her
father?"

	He said,  "She's been dropping hints; like sex is getting to be a
habit with her husband, like maybe she'd soon try looking around for a
little new romance ."

	Betty frowned.  "But a romance with your father--?"

	"I know my sister,"  Danny said.  "Better than anybody knows her;
she opens up with me, tells me things that she doesn't mention to the rest
of the family.  No, I don't believe she'd go for dad right away --- but if
I make the right moves and feed her enough juice, I believe she'll go for
me."

	"You?"  Betty sat up in bed, stunned despite the casual tone that
had been coming into the conversation between she and her son.  "You'd
screw Linda, and she'd--she would let you----?"

	"Just as you did," Danny said.  "She has to get smashed to be
honest, but I think if I can get her to talking about her sex life and
petting her some, and if she thinks we're alone and all safe, Linda will
screw me.  If she doesn't--I'll rape her, and once I get my cock into my
sweet sister's cunt, she'll forget about anything else.  She's that much
like you, mother.  Now--I heard daddy's car pull out of the driveway, so
lie back and relax.  Or do I have to rape you too?"

	Betty lay back upon the pillow.  "You would too-- you horny little
cocksman.  Linda and you, then Linda and her dad.  And what do I do, all
that time?"

	He fingered into her pussy.  "There'll always be some prick for
you..."