A Texas housewife gets fucked by her son

Abigail stirred and pulled the covers over her bare,
cold skin. Her shoulder was exposed to the frigid air
of the bedroom. She had forgotten to turn up the heat
again. With her head feeling like a rotten melon ready
to split apart, and the taste of a well-worn sweat sock
in her mouth, she didn’t wonder why she had forgotten
to turn up the thermostat the night before.

The blanket covered her to the neck, but as she pulled,
she felt a resistance. That bothered her. Her husband
Fredrick was out of town and wouldn’t be back from his
overseas flight for another week. Abigail sat bolt
upright in bed and ignored the blood pounding in her
ears and the sharp jab of pain that needled into the
back of her eyeballs.

In horror, she saw the naked body of her 19 years old
son Jerry in bed next to her. Bits and pieces of what
had happened the previous night began to filter up out
of the hangover-masked depths of her mind.

She remembered being drunk. She remembered Jerry coming
home from his girlfriend stoned out of his tree. Her
mouth felt as dry and parched as the desert sands when
she remembered Jerry fucking her.

She had fucked her own son!

She felt her stomach do a flip-flop in reaction. That
was unforgivable! Abigail could barely comprehend what
she had done, the demands her body had made that forced
her into fucking her own flesh and blood.

The memories from last night started to hit her mind.
In the absence of Fredrick she spent her entire evening
drinking. As she felt the impact of the alcohol in her
stomach, her knees felt weak and watery. She felt a
strong longing for a steel-hard cock shoved up her
cunt.

What use was money if it made you unhappy? It was
certainly no good to Abigail since it didn’t bring her
even a moderately good fucking. She had toyed with the
idea of going out and finding a stud to service her.
Abigail knew that she could really knock out a dude if
she wore some of the clothes she had hanging in her
closet and never had the chance to wear. That brilliant
red dress slit up the side that exposed her legs,
thighs and ass and let her tits dribble out the top
would make any man’s cock hard.

But she lacked the courage to go out to a bar and get
picked up. Abigail’s strict upbringing and religious
hang-ups caught her in a really bad trap. She cursed
her loneliness and after sometime she fell asleep.

She was awakened when her nineteen-year-old son came
staggering in.

She rubbed her bleary eyes and knew from the difficulty
she had in focusing her eyes that she was still drunk.
But if she was drunk, Jerry Jensen was in even worse
shape. Her son couldn’t make it down the hall without
bouncing off one wall and smashing into the other.

“Jerry!” she snapped. “Where the hell have you been?
It’s three in the morning.”

Her son’s answer came out in a string like taffy being
pulled. His words were slurred, and she knew he was
stoned out of his head. “Uh, hi, Mom. I… I’ve been
over at… a friend’s… house.” As an afterthought, he
added, “We were… studying. You know?”

Abigail could smell the sweet, pungent odor of
marijuana as Jerry came into the room. His clothes
would have to be fumigated to get rid of the smell.

“Don’t lie to me. You’ve been over at Katherine’s
smoking dope.” She was having some trouble making her
own words come out in the proper order.

Abigail took a stiff drink from the half-filled glass
on the table beside her chair. She longingly looked at
the fluid. It was the last from the bottle of
Benchmark. Even the cheap stuff was gone; she had
finished all of it off a couple days ago.

“So, all right, I was. Big fucking deal. You hit the
bottle, I… I take a hit off… a joint. What’s the
difference?” Jerry flopped down on the floor in front
of his drunken mother.

Abigail studied her son as if for the first time. He
looked so much like Fredrick, yet acted so differently.
Jerry had his father’s aquiline nose, the sharp
features and flat facial planes. Long black hair and
piercing black eyes the color of coal finished the
picture. Right now, those eyes seemed to be fogged
over.

Abigail couldn’t say too much about that. She felt a
bit on the foggy side herself. She had drained an
entire quart of bourbon, and her body had done nothing
but soak it up like a sponge and get her drunker than a
lord.

Besides, the woman didn’t really think smoking dope was
all that bad. Jerry’s grades had been steadily going
down, but Abigail thought that was due more to
Katherine than anything else. Jerry had run across the
brown-haired girl two months after school had begun.
Abigail wasn’t sure, but she thought that Jerry had
probably been a virgin up to that encounter.

Her mind began to wonder about Jerry. He looked so much
like Fredrick. Did he fuck as poorly as his father? Or
would he have learned things from Katherine that would
make him a better lover? Fredrick was too traditional
in his lovemaking. Missionary or nothing! A woman’s
place was in the home. A woman’s place was under her
man.

Abigail wouldn’t have minded the unoriginal fucking if
Fredrick had been much good at it. She suspected he
saved his really expert stuff for those damned sexy
stewardesses. Abigail was certain that Fredrick balled
every one of them he could entice into bed with him.
And he had lots of opportunities flying to Europe once
a month in addition to the domestic flights.

“Aw, come on, Mom. What’s the matter?” Jerry had
reached out and limply put a hand on his mother’s
thigh. Abigail looked into her son’s eyes again and
realized that her mind had been wandering.

“Nothing, Jerry. Nothing’s the matter.” She pressed her
hand on top of his, then squeezed. Unbidden, Jerry’s
hand closed on her thigh, then began stroking back and
forth. Tremors of anticipation surged through her body.

Abigail’s hand traveled along Jerry’s brawny arm while
her legs unconsciously drifted apart. Without even
realizing what she was doing, she was offering her body
to her own son!

The thought filtered through her boozed drenched mind,
but she didn’t care. Her body was telling her she
needed a man. Jerry was man. And she wanted him so
badly!

Abigail slipped from the chair and onto the deep pile
shag rug. Jerry lay down beside her and ran a hand
under her shirt. His hand felt cool, exciting. As he
pressed against her naked flesh, Abigail began to
unbutton his gaudy, embroidered shirt. The buttons
quickly parted, and Jerry wiggled out of the garment.
He returned the favor, and Abigail was naked to the
waist, too.

Jerry mumbled something, and then began sucking on
Abigail’s tit. The woman lay back on the rug and began
to writhe sensuously. The feel of the soft carpet on
her naked back, the wondrous sensation of Jerry’s wet
mouth engulfing her tit, those were her universe. She
felt her son’s tongue start at the base of one of the
creamy cones, and then begin a slow, agonizing journey
up the slope. He reached the summit after licking most
of the soft flesh of the tit and leaving behind a
glistening, saliva-drenched trail.

Abigail felt the tiny nipple begin to surge and fill
with blood and her heart rate accelerated. Her nipple
expanded with each beat of her heart until it was fully
erect and feeling as if it would burst like a balloon.

Through the fog that covered her mind like a blanket
came the faint message, “This isn’t right!” Abigail
ignored it. It felt so good, so damned good, having a
man’s mouth sucking at her tits. Jerry’s hands added to
her stimulation and quickly pushed down any protest
that Abigail might have tried to voice.

She felt her son’s hand snake its way across her
stomach, then under the waistband of her jeans. Like a
miner digging for gold, Jerry’s hand plummeted downward
until he found the soft mat of her cunt mound. His
fingers began a gentle motion, slipping from one side
to the other. Fingers laced through the coarse strands
of pubic hair and then lightly pulled.

Abigail thought that she’d lose her mind from the sheer
carnal delight that hurtled through her body. She never
remembered Jerry’s fumbling to get her blue jeans off
nor did she remember the stroking hands across her torn
silk briefs. The horny woman did remember the finger
crammed up her cunt.

She felt as if a knife had ripped into her belly. That
slender digit made her buck and arch her back to shove
it as far as she could up into the seething, liquid
interior of her cunt.

“Oh, Jerry, darling Jerry, my baby… fuck me! I want
you to fuck me!” His mother’s words were slurred and
indistinct. Jerry could barely hear or understand the
words. But it didn’t matter. That was what he wanted to
do and that was what he was going to do!

Jerry moved his mouth from its position high atop one
of Abigail’s tits and began a long, liquid journey down
to her cunt. His tongue slipped and slid over her milky
skin until he reached the deep well of her navel. He
paused for a moment, then his tongue hardened and
plunged it down into his mother’s navel.

Abigail moaned and reached to take Jerry’s head in her
hands. She pushed at the back of the black-haired
youth’s head to insure that his face wouldn’t leave her
belly button unattended for even a second.

The feel of his rough tongue swirling around inside her
navel was a turn on like she had seldom before
experienced. It was indescribable; lances of carnal
pleasure stabbed into her belly each time his tongue
lightly touched her. It was as if he had dipped his
tongue in acid before beginning his explorations in the
concave depression of her belly.

Jerry wasn’t satisfied to stay very long sampling this
tiny hole. The one he aimed for was a bit larger; it
was able to take his cock until he was buried balls
deep in his mother. His mouth seemed to demand the
right to explore first, and the youth allowed it the
privilege knowing his cock would be satisfied later.

His chin rubbed against his mother’s pubic mound. He
followed the patch of hair down to the fully erect pink
pillar of Abigail’s cunt. Jerry licked the pleasure-
button a few times until his mother screamed out,
“DAMMIT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HAAARD!” She began to whimper
and cry in her need for a cock. Jerry continued to suck
on the tiny stub of erectile tissue between Abigail’s
firm well-fleshed thighs.

Jerry’s mind was moving slowly, still under the
influence of the dope he had smoked earlier. All he saw
was the gaping cunt in front of him. The wetness and
the musky woman odor seemed to draw him ever onward and
made him oblivious to the fact that he was getting
ready to fuck his own mother.

Abigail was past caring who was sampling her pussy. Her
cunt overflowed with juice and dribbled down the crack
into her ass. It tickled; it stimulated. When Jerry’s
tongue speared into her cunt, she cried out
incoherently. “AAAIIEEEEE!”

Her hips began to shake with the pent-up feeling locked
within her loins. The sexual tensions that had mounted
were like flood waters behind a dam. When the dam
burst, all hell would break loose. Her body hunched up
to meet her son’s mouth, obliviously cramming cunt
forcefully into his face.

Jerry continued to slurp up the hot oils that seeped
from his mother’s pink-lipped cunt. It was tasty,
tangy, a treat he’d sampled enough to enjoy to the
utmost. Jerry shoved his ramrod of a tongue up as far
into the slippery cunt as he could. Inside the velvet-
cloaked channel, he began to wiggle his tongue around,
tantalizing the walls of Abigail’s cunt with the
promise of something bigger and firmer to be rammed up
his passage after he had had his fill of her succulent
cunt juice.

The tongue slithering around inside the woman’s cunt
began to feel as if it were a branding iron charring
her delicate pussy flesh. Abigail reached between her
legs and shoved the black-haired head into her cunt.
She wanted more of the tongue lashing her son was
giving her!

The tiny fire that had begun to burn in her stomach was
fanned into a full-fledged blaze by Jerry’s oral
attentions to her clit. When he began to lick along the
blood-engorged flaps that hid her cunt, the fire turned
into a raging inferno that threatened to devour her
entire being. His tongue thrashing about in her cuntal
gash triggered a huge orgasm.

Jerry felt his mother’s stomach muscles tense and the
walls of her cunt begin to ripple and convulse with
orgasmic intensity. The gush of cunt juice threatened
to drown her son. He avidly lapped it up like a cat
lapping cream from a bowl, then Jerry tired of the
tempting treat.

Its time he fucked this horny woman! His very own
mother!

Jerry began to make his way up Abigail’s body. Her arms
wrapped around his body as the boy reached under his
mother’s armpits and fervently gripped her shoulders.
As her legs drifted apart in obvious encouragement to
him, Jerry slammed his hips forward. His turgid,
purpled cockhead smashed into the area around Abigail’s
cunt, but he failed to hit dead center.

His cock glided up and across the wet pubic thatch and
stimulated the lower portion of his shaft. Jerry gasped
in reaction. He began to grind his hips against the
pelvis of the woman trapped under him, and soon he felt
his balls tightening and shrinking into a compressed
sac that dangled under his eight-inch cock.

Abigail managed to guide the boy’s massive prick down
her cuntlips to the entrance to her hot hole.

“Now, Jerry, oooohhh! FUCK MEEE!” the woman shrieked.
Team began to well up at the corners of her eyes as she
screwed her eyelids tightly shut. The sensation ripping
through her body threatened another orgasm, but Abigail
wanted to prolong this wondrous feeling as long as
possible. She wanted to revel in the feel of Jerry’s
big, manly cock inside her cunt. She had felt it throb
and jerk under her fingers. Now she wanted it deep up
her cunt where it could do what it was designed to do.

Nature had meant for a man to fuck a woman. She wanted
the ultimate experience of being filled with cock until
she felt like she would be torn apart.

She wanted to be fucked!

Jerry found the target and shoved powerfully with his
hips. Muscles tightened and he rocketed forward, his
battering ram of a cock sizzling up the tight, oozing
tunnel of his mother’s cunt. Jerry felt his balls smash
into his mother’s ass, so swift was his initial stroke
into her cunt.

Jerry wanted to soak in the juices surrounding his
dick. The heat and pressure around his cock made
Abigail’s cunt seem like a virgin’s asshole. In a
distracted fashion, Jerry wondered why his father
fooled around when he had a hot, tight cunt like this
waiting for him at home. It didn’t really matter to
Jerry. If his old man didn’t want it, he would take
over.

Jerry pulled back, and his cock made an obscene sucking
noise as he pulled out of his mother’s cunt. He never
hesitated. The boy immediately rammed forward again to
surround his cock with the clutching warmth of the cunt
being so freely and wantonly offered to him.

If Jerry felt the compression and warmth on his dick,
Abigail was feeling sensations a hundred times more
intense and erotic. His massive cock scored along her
cunt and millions of needles jabbed into her pussy
walls. Jerry’s cock jerked and twitched inside Abigail;
she felt every twitch and tremor, and her body
magnified it until shock waves reverberated throughout
her torso. Her breathing was heavy with lust. She
clawed at her son’s back with her fingernails and left
bloody tracks to attest to her unbridled passion.

As Jerry began an agonizing, slow rotation of his hips,
Abigail felt another climax crouching to pounce on her.
She began to hunch up and down to take as much of that
sweet, punishing cock up her cunt as she could. As her
knees rose on a level with Jerry’s shoulders, he
corkscrewed himself forward another full inch into her
hot pussy.

Jerry felt the first contractions of his mother’s cunt
that signaled another orgasm. As she tightened her
stomach muscles and clutched wildly at his buried cock,
Jerry began a frantic humping. His own orgasm jolted
electrically throughout his groin. Release was only
seconds away, and he wanted to cram himself even
farther into his mother’s hot cunt.

As Jerry’s hard strokes flamed into her belly, Abigail
shrieked, “OOOOH GOD!” and climaxed. The tidal wave of
ecstasy that swept through her body sent her to new,
unexplored heights of sexual fulfillment.

Jerry grunted as he continued pumping his cock into the
well-lubricated cavity between Abigail’s legs. When he
felt the fiery tide of his jism creep down his shaft,
Jerry moaned and arched his back in one last attempt to
rip his mother apart.

His balls blasted out gallons of creamy cum and
whitewashed the walls of Abigail’s cunt. For a brief
moment, mother and son rocked together, mutual passion
flooding their bodies. Locked together in each other’s
arms, they rested.

CHAPTER TWO

That memory of last night frightened Abigail for a
moment, then her trip hammering heart slowed back to
normal. She suddenly saw her son stirring in the bed.
Jerry stretched his cramped muscles without opening his
eyes. He yawned an enormous yawn, then rolled onto his
back and flexed his muscles like a cat awakening from a
long nap. Abigail was fascinated in spite of herself as
she watched the flow and play of her son’s tendons and
muscles.

Her son wasn’t a weightlifter or a jock, but he wasn’t
any ninety-eight-pound weakling, either. There wasn’t
any flab on him like there was on Fredrick. In a way,
her son reminded her of the man she had married
nineteen years earlier. Jerry was trim, well built,
sleek, and streamlined and one hell of a good fuck.

What was really so wrong with fucking her own son?
There wasn’t any chance of pregnancy; the pill had
taken care of things like that. And she needed a man, a
real man, around to sate her aching desires. Her sexual
tensions had built to the point where she thought she
would go insane. Was it really all that bad using her
son as the outlet she needed?

The more Abigail thought about it, the more sense it
made. Jerry was around. Fredrick wasn’t. Jerry was a
man, youthful and lustful. Fredrick was getting paunchy
and hadn’t really satisfied her in the last ten years.

Fredrick Jensen may have been an expert pilot, but when
it came down to soaring in the sack, he was more of a
canceled flight than anything else.

“Hi, Mom,” said Jerry, his voice tinged with the fuzzy
blur of sleep.

“How are you this morning?” Abigail could barely stand
the sound of her own voice. The hangover made her
tongue feel like a catcher’s mitt, and she was sure
that the evil little gnome inside her head would never
stop kicking the backs of her eyeballs with those
spiked golf shoes.

“Just great. But you look like warmed over death. You
shouldn’t drink like you do. Take up a clean vice.”

He was sounding more and more cheerful. And Abigail
hated him for it.

“Really, Mom. Dope’s a lot better high. You must have
one hell of a big hangover.” He watched, as she
solemnly shook her head no.

“Hmmm,” Jerry muttered. Then he clapped his hands
together in a sharp, emphatic sound that threatened to
burst Abigail’s eardrums.

“Dammit! Why the hell did you have to do that?” she
cried.

“Ha! Thought so! You do have a hangover. And I bet
you’ve forgotten what all happened last night. Booze
makes people forget a lot of stuff. I remember
everything.”

Abigail wasn’t sure if her son was boasting or merely
stating a fact. She asked, “And what happened, Mr.
Know-It-All?”

“After we finished fucking out in the living room, you
sucked on my cock for a while. Then I got it up, we
came in here and got it on again.” He studied his
mother for a few seconds, then said, “Mother of mine,
have you ever got a tight one. Even tighter than
Kathy’s, and is she ever a hot one!”

Abigail saw her son didn’t have the slightest remorse
or hang-up over fucking his own mother. In fact, he
seemed to have enjoyed it. And he was complimenting
her. Abigail couldn’t remember the last time Fredrick
had said anything halfway nice about their lovemaking.
Mostly, he just grunted a lot, shot his load into her,
then rolled off and went to sleep.

The woman shuddered as she thought of the many nights
she had listened to Fredrick’s snores disturbing the
quiet.

“Don’t you think it’s a little… kinky… to ball your
own mother?” Abigail asked in obvious surprise.

“Sure, that’s what makes it such a turn on! It’s really
kinky! Face it Mom, I can’t stand the same things over
and over. It’s got to be exciting. You’ve got to do
different things, or you’ll get bored. I bet the old
man is a real downer in the sack. Missionary position
or nothing, right?”

It took Abigail a couple seconds to realize that Jerry
was talking about Fredrick. She hadn’t realized how
obvious it was, her relationship with her husband. Even
her son had seen that Fredrick was less than adequate
sexually. Abigail would not have cared if Fredrick had
been inexpert as long as he had tried different
positions. That hang-up of his about always getting on
top was tiresome after so many years of marriage. He
wouldn’t even eat her out, though he sometimes demanded
that his wife suck his cock. The woman sometimes
thought Fredrick had a large streak of sadism in him.
That he delighted in making her do the same tired
things year after year, refusing to innovate.

Hell, she had never even been fucked up the ass! In
nineteen Goddamn years of marriage, Fredrick had
completely missed her rear door.

That sudden thought made her answer, “That’s the way it
is, Jerry. Your father’s not much of an ace in bed.
He’s never… fucked me in… the ass.” Her words
stretched out. She wanted to see what effect they would
have on her son.

Jerry scratched his ribs, then his balls. The woman
couldn’t keep her eyes off his cock. Her son was really
hung. That long cock of his could keep a harem
satisfied. It had certainly kept her satisfied last
night.

Jerry, almost too casually, said, “That so? That must
be a real shame because you have such a nice ass. It’s
so round and firm. Doesn’t sag and look flabby like
most women. This might sound really kinky to you, but I
get a real charge out of watching you walk down the
street. Or just around the house. Your butt sways so
nice. Not up and down or from side to side but sort of
in a circle. Really a turn on watching you from
behind.”

Jerry continued to scratch at his groin, languorously,
in obvious invitation.

Abigail licked her dry lips. Did she really want to be
ass-fucked by her own son? It was apparent he’d do it.
As the woman watched, she could see his cock slowly
stiffening. Could she waste his beautiful hard-on?

The familiar aching and hollow feeling in her cunt
returned. She needed a man, and Fredrick wasn’t able to
provide for her in that line any more. Jerry seemed
more than willing; he seemed to be eager for the
opportunity to make it with his own mother.

The bored housewife made the big decision. She reached
over and removed Jerry’s hand from his crotch and
replaced it with her own. She purred, “What’s a big boy
like you doing jacking himself off? When there’s a
woman around?” Abigail began a gentle stroking of the
semi stiff cock curled in his groin. Her hand felt the
stiff, bristling hair of her son’s groin before she
started the gradual journey down the hardening shaft.
Two trips from balls to cockhead and Jerry’s prick was
huge. As huge as Abigail remembered from the night
before.

She held the quivering cock in her cool grasp, then
squeezed. The pulsating vein along the shaft thrilled
her. The feel of the loose skin as she stroked the cock
excited her. When Jerry pulled her lips to his for a
deep soul kiss, Abigail almost ripped his prick out by
the roots.

Unlike Fredrick, Jerry didn’t seem to mind the painful
handling of his cock. He seemed to ignore it in his
lust, his haste to pull his mother’s body firmly
against his own. Abigail gasped as the air rushed out
of her lungs. Jerry’s grip around her body was like
that of a bear’s.

Her tongue dueled in the erotic, moist playground of
her son’s mouth. Their tongues twisted around and
around and intertwined as they stimulated each other.
When Abigail felt her nipples harden into tiny pebbles
poking into Jerry’s sparsely haired chest, she knew
that she would do whatever he wanted. She didn’t want
to deny him any part of her body, be it mouth or cunt
or… asshole!

That singe thought thrilled her more than the entire
last ten years of fucking Fredrick. She had been
trapped, and now her son was liberating her. Abigail
would gladly forsake everything she had for a good sex
partner.

Jerry squirted her tongue from his mouth with a thrust
of his own oral member. He decided that he’d had enough
of this mouth play the night before. He wanted to
sample other delights of his mother’s body. And her ear
seemed like a good place to begin.

Jerry exhaled heavily, hotly. His breath sensitized the
delicate flesh of Abigail’s earlobe. That simple action
made her gasp in reaction and clutch him even closer.
The feel of her tits pressing into his chest made him
wonder if she could poke all the way through his body
with those marble-hard pebbles on the tips of her tits.

He didn’t know; he didn’t care. If it killed him, what
a way to go!

Jerry thrust his tongue, cock hard, into his mother’s
ear. He wasn’t able to penetrate very far, but it
didn’t make that much of a difference. She was properly
aroused by his erotic foreplay. When he tasted the
tender flesh of her earlobe, Abigail began to writhe
and rub against him with a fierce sexual need. A need
to be fucked.

As Jerry tongue-fucked his mother’s ear, Abigail
gripped at her son’s chest with her fingers. Unable to
withstand the need any more, she pleaded, “Oh, Jerry…
fuck me! I want you up my ass! It’s burning up! Fuck
me, fuck me, FUCKMEFUCKME…!”

Jerry heard the plea and felt his cock stiffen even
more in response. To actually bury his cock up his
mother’s asshole! That was something he had thought
about, had jacked off thinking about. A dream about to
come true since she was actually begging him to do it!

It was lime for him to take command. She had more or
less been in the driver’s seat up till now.

Larry would not allow that any longer. He pushed her
away from him as he ordered, “On your hands and knees!
Right now!”

Like a flash of lightning, Abigail obeyed. She almost
panted in anticipation of having that huge hunk of man
meat shoved up her ass. Abigail poised herself on the
bed waiting for her son to take her doggie style up the
asshole.

Like an artist, Jerry studied the material with which
he had to work. His mother’s perky ass poked up in the
air, inviting him to spread those milky white ass
cheeks with his cock and plunge into her shit chute. He
took both globes in his strong hands and kneaded the
flesh. The flow of the skin under his powerful
squeezing fingers excited Jerry. He knew it excited his
mother, too, because he could see the yawning cavern of
her cunt begin to moisten with juice.

Jerry gripped one ass cheek and turned it in a
counterclockwise direction. The right cheek was rotated
in a clockwise pattern. Abigail felt as if she were
being torn apart. The daggers of pain exploded in her
loins like bombs detonating. Rut it was a good pain, a
pain tied together with stimulation of her cunt.
Abigail could feel the skin being stretched around her
cunt, feel her clit being worked back and forth as her
cuntlips were moved around the tiny spike of pleasure
buried at the juncture of her labia.

Her son knew it was turning her on. The flow of her
inner lubricants, proved that. Her heavy panting, the
way her entire body shivered with carnal need, all
showed Jerry he was doing the right thing.

But he needed his own throbbing, jerking cock tended to
and fast! He didn’t want to squirt his jism all over
his mother’s back. He wanted to be inside her when he
came. Getting into her ass would be hard unless he was
properly oiled for the job.

Jerry gripped his mother’s trim waist with his hands
and shoved his hips forward in a swooping thrust. His
aim wasn’t off a millimeter. The long, steely shaft
penetrated Abigail’s cunt and raced up her channel so
fast they both gasped from the sudden friction.

Jerry wished he could have stayed there, in this
position, fucking his mother from behind like an
animal. His fingers clamped down so tightly on her
waist he left handprints.

He could stay buried up Abigail’s cunt. Sure. But that
wasn’t what either of them really wanted. Jerry quickly
made the decision, then rammed in and out of the frothy
cunt several more times to make sure he was properly
greased and ready for action. Then he moved back and
spread his mother’s thighs a bit more. Jerry had plenty
of room. He just liked running his hands along the
smooth, soft skin of the woman’s inner thighs.

His cock glistening in the morning light that drifted
into the bedroom through the open curtains, Jerry
advanced. The bed was soft and yielding and did not
provide him with as firm a surface as he would have
preferred. But all such thoughts vanished when the tip
of his cock lightly touched against the tight sphincter
of his mother’s ass.

The tiny little muscle was clenched like a fist. It
didn’t want anything the size of Jerry’s cock shoved
past it. But Jerry was determined to cram his prick up
his mother’s asshole. The tip of his glans pressed
firmly into the resisting asshole. Jerry pulled his
mother’s hips back into his groin until the hairy upper
portions of his thighs rubbed against the backs of her
legs.

Abigail felt the anal muscle begin to relax as Jerry
slowly, inexorably shoved forward into her asshole.
Jerry didn’t batter and smash into her, for which she
was grateful. This was painful. It hurt like hell. She
hadn’t felt as much pain since she had her cherry
popped when she was fifteen.

With his gradual movements, Jerry soon buried the
broad, turgid head of his fat cock inside his mother’s
ass. He caught his breath and poised himself. The
muscle was relaxed and all was in readiness. He tensed
the flat, strong muscles of his stomach, then heaved.

Abigail screamed as her ass was reamed by Jerry’s
eight-inch cock. The first inch had been painful; this
was a thousand times worse. She felt as if an entire
army of fire ants had been turned loose in her asshole.
Yet, at the same time, it was sheer Heaven. The feeling
of a huge cock inside her, filling her and giving her
pleasure, became the foremost sensation in her body,
drowning out all pain.

The woman felt her internal membranes being stretched
and pulled in new and unfamiliar directions. The
feeling was delicious. Her entire body tingled and felt
more alive than it ever had before. Abigail wondered
why she hadn’t done this before.

Ass-fucking was even more fun than having cock shoved
up her cunt!

The warmth in her ass spread like slowly melting
butter. The woman wiggled her butt and shoved back into
her son’s crotch to let him know that everything was
okay. She didn’t trust herself to say anything. All
Abigail was able to do was purr like a contented cat,
deep in her throat.

Jerry didn’t have to be told that everything was going
fine. He could feel it. God, could he ever feel it! If
he had thrust his cock into a surgeon’s glove, the fit
couldn’t have been tighter. If the glove had been
filled with hot lava, his cock couldn’t have been
surrounded by a hotter substance. Jerry felt the
searing heat along his entire shaft. He felt as if he
had been caught in some erotically designed vise, his
cock completely trapped in the jaws.

Jerry withdrew, then slammed forward again. His mother
groaned, “Uuuummm, goood, Jerry, so goood! Fuck my
asss!” Her passions mounted higher and higher as Jerry
picked up the speed of his stroking.

The friction became virtually unbearable as Jerry made
one huge thrust after another into the grasping, hot
tunnel of Abigail’s ass. His piston action continued
until his balls felt as if they were ready to explode.

Abigail’s reaction to the fucking of her virgin ass was
even more potent. The fire kindled in her loins spread
like napalm. She was engulfed in the radioactive fires
devouring her innards. The buried spike of Jerry’s cock
seemed to be the center for the intense, wonderful
sensations radiating throughout her belly.

The woman bounced a bit on the soft bed and the
springing action shoved her son’s prick even farther up
her ass. Lance after sweet lance of flame licked at her
and gradually crept along her nerves until her entire
being shook and trembled in reaction.

There was no gradual building toward an orgasm for
Abigail. Not this time. The velvet and iron grip
clamped down on her and tossed her high on the
hurricane winds of ecstasy before she was aware of what
was happening. Abigail floated and soared and sailed
until her body was drained of all energy. Never had she
felt so sexually sated as when she finally drifted down
from that incredible sexual high.

Jerry had felt his mother’s body go rigid with climax.
His own was quick to follow. The idea of fucking his
mother was a turn on; fucking her up the shit chute was
even more exciting to the youth. His cock seemed to
expand even more, fill up the tiny diameter of the
woman’s asshole to capacity, before it literally
exploded.

A flood of jism dynamited into Abigail’s ass. Jerry
bucked and hunched in his lust as his mighty cock
spewed out its fiery load. All too soon, his cock began
to deflate and Jerry looked down between his legs. His
once-proud cock dribbled out of his mother’s ass amid a
flow of his own cum. White gobs of the sticky cream
clung to his prick as the fleshy rod rapidly shrank.
Jerry felt weak, and collapsed onto the bed. Abigail
curled up next to him and quietly said, “That was
super, or whatever you call it, Jerry.”

“Super? You mean it was one hell of a fuck!”

“Right on!”

It was a fantastic fuck the best Abigail had had in a
long time. But as she started coming down from it, she
was surprised to hear a car puffing up in the driveway.
She knew the sound of that car.

“Oh, my God!” she gasped. “It’s Fredrick! He came back
early! Run for your bedroom! You can dress there and go
out the window!”

She worried that her husband would notice the mussed
sheets, smell the scent of hot cunt and wild fucking
that lingered in the room, but all he did was undress,
take his usual shower, and climb into bed with her. He
did not seem at all surprised that she was naked. He
wrapped his arms around her, puffing her back against
his stomach, his fingers curling around her tit, his
usual hold on her when he went to sleep.

Abigail snuggled her naked ass to his body, feeling his
cock against her ass, but that was all it would touch.

Within moments, he was sound asleep. He didn’t suspect
anything. For that she was glad. But her guilt still
remained. She had fucked her own son. And she had done
it twice!

CHAPTER THREE

The following morning, Abigail prepared breakfast for
her family, still feeling guilty. Fredrick came in,
looking as tired as he had when he had come home from
work. He sat at the table, drinking coffee and turning
to the newspaper without speaking. Abigail felt her
anger swell against her husband. The least he could do
was say good morning.

As she was putting breakfast on the table, she saw
Jerry coming. She gave her son a smile as he came in,
sitting down next to his father, giving him a sheepish
look.

“Morning, Mom. How are things?”

“All right, I suppose.”

“Hi, Daddy,” Jerry said,

“Good morning,” Fredrick said,

Still in her robe, Abigail sat across from her husband,
and they ate in silence. When Fredrick finished, he
scooted his chair back, stood up and left to dress up
in his room.

As Fredrick went away Abigail looked at her son.

“Still hung up over what we did? Hell, Mom, no reason
to be. If the old man’s no good, you deserve someone
better. Right? I just happened to be around.”

“Is that all you think about… about screwing your own
mother?”

Jerry’s eyes widened slightly. “Yeah. What more do you
want me to say? I really got off on it. You’re one hell
of a good lay.”

“Y-You’re not feeling the least bit guilty? I mean…
incest!”

“Incest? Shit, that’s just a scare word out of the Dark
Ages. I dig you and you dig me. We make a good team
together in the sack. And you’ve got a damn tight cunt.
And don’t tell me I’m not any good at fucking. I’ve
fucked enough chicks to know what’s good and what
isn’t.”

Abigail studied her son. She believed her son when he
said she was a good lay. Abigail knew she was, and that
bothered her quite a bit.

Jerry eagerly leaned toward her, swishing his tongue
over her covered nipples. “If Dad don’t leave soon, I’m
going to fuck you right on this table, Mom!”

She pushed Jerry away when she heard her Fredrick
footsteps coming back.

“I gotta go,” he said. “Jerry, aren’t you gonna be late
for school?”

“I’ve got a headache,” he said to him.

Fredrick came to kiss Abigail’s cheek. She wanted his
mouth on hers, not her cheek, but she said nothing.
Fredrick kissed her on cheek kissed and went off.

As soon as she heard the sound of car starting she let
her robe fall from her shoulders. “Did you say
something about fucking me on the table, Jerry?”

Grinning widely, he stood and opened his pants, pushing
them down and taking them off his feet. His cock began
to jut out, as she looked him up and down. Then she
pushed plates out of the way and sat on the table with
her long legs spread wide apart, leaning back so her
son could look right at her beautiful cunt.

“Fuck it, Jerry!” she whimpered as her son stepped to
her. “Fuck mother’s hot cunt hard and fast! I want it
real hard right now!”

Jerry moved between her thighs and rammed the head of
his cock into his mother’s cunt swiftly, taking her
breath away.

“Ohhhh, God, yes!” she wailed, leaning back, opening
her legs as wide as they would go. “Fuck it, fuck it!
Hard, Jerry… Fuck me as hard as you can!”

Jerry closed his hands over his mother’s naked tits and
began to pound his cock in and out of her pussy,
fucking rapidly. Abigail cried out with the deep
penetration of her son’s cock. She lifted her long
legs, wrapping them around his hunching ass. Wet sounds
came from their crotch as his cock rammed and plunged.

“Ahhhhh, I can feel your balls on my ass, Jerry!” she
sobbed. “I can feel your hot balls slap at my ass!
Ooooh, fuck me! Fuck mother in that hot, wet cunt! I
love that hard cock in my cunt, fucking!”

“Take it, Mom!” he panted, ramming hard. “Take my cock
up your fucking wet cunt! I’m going to fuck your hot
ass off, Mom!”

Squeezing her tits, twisting them, he drove his young
cock vigorously into his mother’s gripping cunt.
Abigail cried out with sweet ecstasy, kicking her heels
against his ass. The harder he squeezed her tits, the
better she liked it, the hotter her cunt became. She
was so wet that her juices flowed from her stretched
cunt to the cheeks of her ass, drenching her son’s
balls and making her asshole burn and pucker.

“Fuck my hot ass!” she screamed. “Fuck mother’s hot,
hot ass! Fuck my ass off! Fuck me raw… fuck my cunt
raw! God, I want that cock so fucking deep in my twat,
my snatch, my pussy, and my cunt! I want it so deep
that I can taste it in my mouth!”

Dropping his hands from her tits, he clutched his
mother’s twisting hips, jerking her onto his cock as he
stabbed into her. They were panting heavily now, and
Abigail was almost crying with the intensity of her
son’s cock banging rapidly into her cunt. She began to
shake as her cunt swelled around his cock, an orgasm
growing like liquid fire in the pit of her stomach.

“Make me come!” she shrieked. “Make mother’s hot cunt
come, darling!”

With her heels locked around her son’s churning ass,
Abigail fell back on the table, her hips thrashing up
and down, her cunt grinding frantically on Jerry’s
cock. She grabbed her tits and smashed them, squeezing
brutally. Her ass pounded wildly, and her clinging cunt
slid back and forth on his raging hard-on. With his
mother on her back across the table, Jerry clutched her
dancing hips, but they bucked in such a frenzy that his
hands kept sliding off.

Twisting and humping, Abigail shrieked her ecstasy, her
head twisting as wildly as her ass. Her thighs held his
body like a steel claw, every part of him showing the
intense strain.

“Ahhhhh!” Abigail wailed, and smashed her cunt as hard
as she could against him, her lower body jerking
spasmodically. She screeched again.

Her cunt exploded around her son’s cock, squeezing
harder than it had before. The hot contractions
threatened to blister Jerry’s cock, but he pounded in
and out with frenzy, his balls swollen tightly. Lifting
his head, eyes closed, his breath roared out, and his
cock gushed powerfully, sending scalding squirts of
creamy come juice into his mother’s gobbling cunt.

“Squirt it in me!” Abigail cried loudly. “Ahhh, God,
come in mother’s hot cunt! Fill mother’s hot cunt full
of that sweet juice! Drown mother’s cunt with your hot,
sweet, come juice!”

They strained together for a long time, desperate to
drag the wonderful sensations out, her hips slowing in
motion, but still twisting as his cock softened inside
her cunt. When her hips dropped, Jerry’s cock came out
of his mother’s cunt with a soft, wet, sucking sound,
and he slumped into a chair. Abigail lay across the
table, panting, long legs dangling, her cunt gently
pulsating. Come juice seeped from the pink, now
swollen, slit, running slowly over the shivering cheeks
of her smooth ass. The soft hairs of her cunt were
matted around the lips.

“My God,” Abigail breathed as she sat up, weak. “That
was the best yet, darling.”

Jerry grinned up at her, still slumped in the chair,
his legs wide and his cock coated with his mother’s
pussy juices. She slid off the table, kneeling in front
of him, leaning her face down. She ran her tongue along
his cock, tasting her pussy on it. Sticking her tongue
beneath his balls, she bounced them tenderly, looking
up at his face. With a soft mewl; she closed her mouth
around his cock and balls, taking them inside to suck
gently, knowing they were sensitive now. She let his
balls out of her mouth, turned her face and sucked at
the flesh on his inner thigh.

“How’s your headache now?” she teased, standing up.

Jerry laughed, pointing at the tip of his cock. “That
was the headache, Mom, but you took care of it. Should
I go onto school now?”

“Why? You’d only be late, and we can have the whole day
to ourselves.” She ran her hand through his hair. “I’m
going to bathe. Why don’t you rest until I finish?”

“Maybe I’ll shower.”

“Please don’t,” she murmured. “I love the smell of your
crotch when you’re sweaty.”

She hummed happily as she bathed, the hot water
soothing her swollen cunt. She hoped her son could keep
up with her, fucking her all day until she was
exhausted. It had been years since she had fucked
herself into exhaustion with her husband. It would be
very nice to do it again, this time with her son.

When she finished, she returned to her son, naked, her
skin glowing pinkly, her cunt soothed, but still fiery
with need. Jerry was sprawled on his back in the middle
of the floor, reading his father’s newspaper, his legs
parted. She stood and looked between his thighs at his
cock and balls. A tremor of insatiable hunger burned
through her, a hunger that was growing more and more.

Lowering to her knees, she pushed her face between his
thighs and into his crotch. Jerry threw the paper away,
watching her. Abigail, with her knees drawn up, jutted
her sweet, shapely ass in the air, nuzzling her face
into his crotch, smelling his scent, his balls feeling
so wonderful in her face. She licked around the insides
of his thighs, around his balls and over his cock. Her
eyes showed fire as her mouth and tongue caressed his
crotch. Jerry spread his legs wide. Pushing her tongue
beneath his balls, Abigail whimpered in pleasure, as
she tasted them.

“You’re so sweet here,” she moaned. “I love to lick
your balls, baby. They’re so soft now, loose.” She drew
in a deep breath. “Mmmmmm, you smell so exciting…
with mother’s cunt smell on you. Here… lift your
knees up.”

Jerry bent his knees, and she pushed them back, causing
his ass to raise off the floor. She gazed at him,
hardly breathing. His ass spread open and his asshole
crinkled before her eyes. She moaned in passion as she
gazed at him.

Then, with a soft cry, Abigail pushed her face into her
son’s ass, kissing the edges of his asshole, the
insides of the ass cheeks. Her tongue darted, licking
his flesh as her lips kissed. She mewled and strained
her face between the cheeks of his ass as tight as she
could, her own uplifted ass swaying.

Making soft sounds of pleasure, Abigail lapped at her
son’s ass with a feverish pleasure, her tongue swirling
against the tightness of his asshole, around his balls,
along the shaft of his cock, which was starting to
stiffen up again. Her tongue probed at his asshole,
pushing and trying to penetrate. Her hands pulled at
his hips as her mouth sucked the crinkle of his
asshole.

“Mom, you’re sucking my asshole!” Jerry gasped.

“I know,” she said, lifting her face to look at him
past his cock and balls. “I know I’m sucking your
asshole, baby. What’s the matter, don’t you like it?”

“Ahhhh, yes!”

“Wiggle your ass in my face, Jerry,” she purred,
pressing her mouth against his asshole again, licking
wetly at the pucker.

Jerry twisted his ass, his mother’s hot wet tongue
making his asshole crinkle, his balls writhe. He
grabbed his cock and began to jerk on it, unable to
keep his hands off. Abigail watched his fist above his
balls as she licked his asshole, her eyes smoldering
with erotic pleasure. Her cunt had become wet again,
the hot juices smearing the insides of her long thighs,
her clit throbbing with tingling hardness.

“Jerry,” she whispered throatily. “Will you eat
mother’s cunt?”

“I’ll eat anything, Mom,” he moaned in passion. “I’ll
eat your cunt good! I’ll suck your wet pussy, lick
it… stick my tongue up in you!”

“Oooooh, baby!” she sobbed and twisted about, her ass
toward his head. She spread her knees above her son’s
head, her face hovering over his cock. She arched her
ass, pushing her cunt outward above his face. “Can you
see mother’s cunt good this way?”

“Ahhhh, yes, Mom!”

Jerry stared up at his mother’s cunt. He ran his hands
up her thighs and over her satiny ass, cupping the
cheeks. He spread them wider, and watched with fiery
eyes as her cunt pulsated, her asshole puckering. He
pushed his fingers to the hairy edges of her slit, and
parted it. Opening his mother’s cunt up, he swallowed
with anticipation to taste it, to push his tongue into
the wet heat and fuck her that way.

Abigail loved the way her son was looking up at her
cunt. One of her hands was stroking his cock, the other
under his ass, holding the ass cheek. Her tongue
swirled about the smooth head of his cock, her lips
kissing hotly at his piss hole. She waggled her ass
suggestively at his face, and when she felt her son
push his mouth over her cunt, she gasped softly,
squirming in his face. She lowered her face, sinking
her lips over his cock. With his cock in her mouth, she
fondled his balls, twisting her pussy around, rubbing
it at her son’s face.

Jerry buried his face in the juicy heat of his mother’s
crotch, finding the soft wetness delightful. He held
her twisting ass with both hands, but not so tight she
couldn’t wiggle. He opened his mouth wide, spreading
his lips around his mother’s hairy cunt, sucking the
juices from it. His nose pressed at her tight,
crinkling asshole, and his breath excited his mother.

Pulling her mouth off his cock, she cried out, “Ohhhh,
suck it, baby! Suck mother’s cunt! Lap mother’s
pussy… suck my cunt, Jerry!”

Jerry ran his tongue hungrily up and down the fiery
slit of her cunt, tasting pussy juices eagerly. He
probed his tongue around her swollen clit, swirling
hotly. Abigail smashed her cunt down, pressing hard at
his mouth, swallowing his cock again. She clutched her
son’s ass with both hands now, her fingers squeezing as
her mouth jerked up and down. Her lips were very tight,
hot and wet. She ran her mouth from the smooth head to
the base, moaning in rapture when her son thrust his
tongue into her cunt, stabbing in and out. She smeared
his face, rubbing back and forth on it. He caressed her
trembling ass, her thighs, and began to pump his cock
up and down, fucking into his mother’s willing mouth.

Dancing her hot ass about, pumping her cunt into his
face, Abigail sucked her son’s cock with low moans of
ecstasy, licking it often as she lifted her mouth to
swirl her tongue about his balls. Smashing her lips
hard at the base, she could feel the head of his cock,
trying to push into her throat, but it was not long
enough. Spreading her knees wide, her crotch open, she
stained her cunt to his mouth, feeling his tongue slide
in and out. Her pussy flexed and squeezed his tongue as
it did his cock.

Jerry stretched his mother’s cunt as open as he could,
pushing his tongue deep, wiggling it against the
sensitive tissues, her clit crushed by his bottom lip,
his upper lip touching his mother’s asshole. It was her
son’s mouth and tongue sucking her cunt, and the sheer
perversity of it created a mindless lust in her.

Gasping huskily, she rammed her mouth up and down his
cock, fucking him with it, her lips sliding wetly,
burning. Her nipples rubbed at his stomach, and she
smashed them onto him, her hands gripping his
tightening ass, lifting him to take his cock as deep as
possible into her mouth. Her naked ass began to whip
about, slam up and down. Her cunt made wet sounds, too,
wet sucking sounds. She began to squeal around his cock
when she felt it throb with a greater hardness. She
drew upward on the shaft of his cock hard, holding the
head between her lips, sucking bubbling juices out of
it, her tongue scraping his piss hole, her throat
swallowing.

She arched her ass, then rammed down, her movements the
same as if she were on top of him with his cock in her
cunt. As her son tongue-fucked her deeply, she shoved
her long legs out straight, her hot thighs gripping his
face, and began to rub and hump his face, grinding her
cunt on his mouth. At the same time, she feverishly
gobbled his cock, her face darting up and down, her
lips stretched around his raging hard-on. She sucked
his cock as if she couldn’t get enough of it. In a way,
she couldn’t. She wanted it in her cunt and in her
mouth at the same time, but that was impossible.

Her stomach became tight as she felt herself getting
ready to come. She squirmed against his face harder,
moaning around his throbbing cock. The cheeks of her
ass bunched and flexed. She loved to feel his fingers
between the hot checks of her ass while his tongue
started racing in and out of her cunt.

With a deep, throaty wail, Abigail smashed her cunt
hard into her son’s face, his cock deep in her mouth.
Her naked body trembled, then shuddered. Her orgasm was
tight, very hard. The convulsions of her hairy cunt
around his buried tongue made Jerry stab hard and fast,
squeezing her ass and putting her pussy as far into his
mouth as he could, wanting to make his mother come
better than ever. Hot juices ran over his face and down
his neck. His breath seared the pucker of her asshole.

Abigail came hard, for a long time, holding his hard
cock in her mouth, but not sucking. She couldn’t suck
him now. She couldn’t move, only push her cunt as hard
as she could into his mouth.

When the spasms ended, fading slowly, she gripped his
cock tighter with her mouth and pulled her knees back
up until she had her shapely ass sticking in the air
again, spread with her juicy cunt an inch above his
face. Then she started sucking his cock again, bobbing
her mouth up and down, wanting to make him come.

Jerry tickled his mother’s clit with his tongue as she
sucked his cock, making her whimper because it was so
sensitive. He pushed his cock up, going as far as he
could into his mother’s mouth. He was starting to
groan, his balls tight and aching.

As she felt something happening between her legs she
was afraid she was going to pee. Jerry would be mad if
she did it in his face. With the contractions of her
cunt, she spurted a few drops of piss that squirted
into Jerry’s face. With a cry, she pulled her ass out
of his face and stood up, turning around and looking
down at him.

“What did you do that for, mom?” Jerry said. “Didn’t
you like what I was doing to you?”

“I was about to pee,” Abigail giggled.

Despite her urge to go to pee in the bathroom she began
squirting hot piss. She started sobbing with an intense
orgasm by spraying hot piss in quick spurts onto her
thighs and floor.

CHAPTER FOUR

The following day Jerry wanted to stay home from
school, but Abigail refused. She wanted him to be with
her but school had to come first and she emphasized its
importance.

After about five minutes she had nothing to do. She
thought of calling her husband, Fredrick, and see if he
would meet her for lunch, but she knew he would not
come.

She washed up the small pile of laundry made a shopping
list, and then watched a soap opera on television. She
undressed and tried on most of her clothes again,
selected panties and bras, sorted them and threw away
all the old pairs, then realized she would have buy
more. If not for Fredrick, she thought with a wicked
giggle, she wouldn’t have to wear panties at all.

By noon, she was beside herself with need. Wanting to
do something really wicked, Abigail brought a wooden
kitchen chair into the living room, and undressed
before the huge plate glass, the drapes wide open. She
sat in the chair, the back toward the window, and with
her naked tits resting on the top, spread her legs
around it and began to play with her cunt, almost
hoping someone would come by, the postman perhaps, or a
salesman, or even a paperboy.

After a few moments, she turned the chair to face the
window, spreading her legs wide as she sat down again,
her ass pushed over the edge of the seat. Fingering her
cunt, sliding her fingers up and down the slit, she
closed her eyes, fantasizing that someone was watching
her. Working the finger of one hand into her cunt, she
used her other hand to rub her inflamed clitoris.
Moaning in self-induced pleasure, a movement caught her
eye. It had been unexpected despite her exhibitionistic
fantasy, and she almost yanked her hands away and
clamped her thighs together. But a ripple of ecstasy
flooded her, and instead she stabbed her finger into
her cunt with more vigor.

Her son’s face appeared clearly, grinning through the
window at her.

Abigail grinned widely, motioning him inside, still
fucking herself.

Jerry came in, standing at her feet watching her, his
cock pushing at his jeans. Without saying anything to
her son, she cupped his balls, squeezing them in her
palm, still fingering herself. Jerry leaned over and
fondled his mother’s tits, pushing his mouth onto hers.
Abigail, purring in pleasure to have her son there,
pushed her tongue into his mouth as she opened his
pants, puffing his cock free.

Clutching his prick, pounding on it, still finger-
fucking herself, sucking hungrily at his tongue,
Abigail let out a tight, throaty moan, her cunt
contracting with orgasm.

“Mmmmm, I needed that one,” she murmured, slumping back
with her legs still spread wide. “It wasn’t the best,
but I needed it very much.” She still held his cock.
“What are you doing home, anyway?”

“Because of this,” he said, pushing his cock into her
fist. “I couldn’t stay at school with this, Mom.”

She looked at the head of his cock bulging from her
tight fist. “No, you couldn’t have.”

She pulled him to her shoulder, turning her head and
licking the flat surface of her tongue over the swollen
smoothness, then at the juices dripping out of his piss
hole. She mewled in pleasure at tasting his cock.
Closing her lips around the head, she sucked back and
forth, her eyes twinkling up at his face.

Jerry cupped his mother’s cheeks, and holding her head
still, used her mouth like her cunt, fucking it deeply.
Abigail’s eyes rolled dreamily as she closed her lips
tightly, his cock sliding over her tongue.

She gently pulled off his cock, flinging her arms about
his hips, squeezing his ass, looking up at him with
steamy eyes.

“Jerry, put it in mother’s cunt! I need to be fucked so
badly! Please, darling, fuck mother now, and fuck her
hard!”

Being in front of the huge window naked was a turn-on
for Abigail. This exhibitionistic desire was very
strong, and she wanted someone to see her fucking her
son… anyone, man or woman. She held her thighs very
wide as her son pushed his jeans to his knees, stepping
between her legs. Abigail drew her knees up right
against her tits, her eyes slitted with wanton hunger.
Jerry pushed his cock into her juicy cunt, making her
gasp with beautiful sensation.

Placing his hands underneath her knees, Jerry stared
down at his cock banging in and out of his mother’s
cunt. Squishy sounds came from her crotch, and low
whimpers of ecstasy from her throat. With her eyes
closed, wiggling her ass to the pounding rhythm of her
son’s hard cock, she imagined someone outside the
window peeking at them, maybe a man jacking off or a
woman with her hand inside her panties, finger-fucking
furiously as she fucked her son for their watching
enjoyment.

“Can you see your cock in mother’s cunt, baby?” she
panted. “Can you see mother’s cunt sucking your hard
cock?”

“I can see it, Mom!” he gasped, stabbing faster.

“Watch your cock fuck mother’s cunt! Oooh, I can feel
your hot balls slap my ass… slap my asshole! Ahhhh,
that’s good, Jerry! It feels so good when your balls
slap my asshole, your cock so deep in my cunt!”

“Wiggle your ass, Mom!”

“I am wiggling my ass!”

“Shake your hot ass!”

“Watch me shake my hot ass, darling!”

“Hold your cunt open, Mom!”

“Ooooh, I will!” she gurgled, pushing her hands down
the back of her thighs, her fingers clawing her pussy
wide for his cock. “There… is that wide enough?”

“Ahhhh, nice, Mom!”

“Ohhhh, yes, baby!”

Stretching her pussy, she gasped loudly when the shaft
of his cock rubbed the hardness of her clit.

“Fuck me!”

“I’m fucking you, Mom!”

“Fuck me hard! Fuck mother’s cunt hard!”

“Make your cunt suck my cock!”

“It is sucking your cock!” Jerry threw his head,
moaning with the wet heat pulsating on the shaft of his
buried cock. “Mother’s cunt is giving your hard cock a
blow job, baby!”

“It’s eating my prick, Mom!”

“Your mother’s cunt loves to eat hard cock!”

“Ahhhhh, Mom!”

“Yes, baby! Oh, my God, yes!” Abigail’s naked ass
thrashed about, her weight resting on the base of her
spine, her ass thrust up to his cock. Her chin pressed
down at her chest, and, squealing, she darted her hands
off her cunt lips to grab his humping ass, digging into
the crack, jerking him forward hard.

“I’m almost there!” she screamed. Jerry rammed faster,
his face contorting with agonized ecstasy, his balls
tight and full, burning as they bounced off her
puckering asshole. Abigail’s cunt closed about his cock
tightly, then expanded as if opening. Her middle finger
touched the crinkle of his asshole.

“Baby,” she whined, “I’m going to finger-fuck you up
the tight asshole, and make you fuck my cunt real
hard!”

“Ahhhh, yes, Mom! Do it!”

Abigail pushed her finger into her son’s asshole,
making him gasp, but it also made his cock jerk
deliciously inside her cunt. Crying out in rapture, she
plunged her finger back and forth, up his clinging
asshole, making her son moan and fuck into her cunt
violently, smashing the puffy lips of her pussy and
rigid clit.

“Fuck my cunt!”

“Ohhhh, my asshole, Mom!”

“Sweet, hot asshole!”

“My balls hurt!”

“Those are mother’s hot balls!”

“You’re going to make me come, Mom!”

“Ooooh, come right up mother’s hot cunt!” Her finger
thrust deep, wiggling about.

Jerry strained his cock far into his mother’s pussy,
grunting, his body starting to shake.

“Mom… ahhhh, Mom!”

“Squirt it!”

His cock jerked, and Abigail squealed, then screamed.

Her cunt closed about his cock tightly, then she was
coming hard, the deep spasm of her pussy gripping him
in rippling waves of delicious orgasm. She grunted from
the strength of her orgasm, her finger buried up his
asshole, his cock throbbing in her cunt. She screamed
when she felt the hot gush of his juices spattering
into her pussy, his asshole gripping her finger with
uncontrolled spasms, his balls pushing hard against her
asshole. Spurt after spurt of hot, thick come juice
filled her greedy cunt, and the hairy lips sucked hard
and hungry on the shaft.

Slowly, her body relaxed, and she felt her son’s cock
softening inside her pussy. She pulled her finger out
of his asshole, caressing his trembling ass and thighs,
listening to his heavy breathing. She tilted her face
up, shoving his shirt high. She nipped at his nipples,
her tongue swirling softly and wetly. Her cunt seemed
to nibble on his deflated cock.

“Jerry,” she finally said, her voice low, small, as if
she were embarrassed. “Would you do something for
mother?”

“Anything, Mom,” he promised, still breathing fast.

“Piss in me,” she whispered.

“Really?” he asked, looking down into her still
smoldering eyes. “You mean it, Mom?”

She nodded her head, a tentative smile on her face.

“Well… okay,” he agreed.

Abigail’s face became radiant with anticipation, her
lips parting as she dipped her head to try and watch.
Jerry his hands behind her knees, keeping them at her
tits and wide open, looked down at the cunt holding the
head of his cock inside.

“Ready, Mom?”

“Ooooh, yes!”

Her breath stopped as she waited eagerly.

Her son sighed softly, and she felt a few spurts of hot
piss gush into her cunt, and her breath came out
explosively, her head jerking up to stare into his
excited face.

“Can you feel it?” he asked.

“God, yes, I can feel it!” she gasped. “Piss in my cunt
hard! I want to feel your piss spurt real deep and
hard!”

Jerry began to piss harder, the stream spewing into her
cunt hotly. Abigail sobbed and wiggled her ass, her
eyes closing as the ecstasy of this created a wild,
perverse pleasure in her. As the stream of his piss
gained in force, she began to cry softly, her cunt
filling with hot piss.

They were so involved in their pleasure; neither
noticed that Abigail’s fantasy was coming true. Not in
the way she wanted, but true, just the same.

Standing outside the window, his face pressed against
the glass, Fredrick stood watching his wife and son,
his mouth gaping with surprise.

He had come up the walk, but the flash of movement
caught his eyes before he reached the door. He stood
trembling as he watched them, at first puzzled by what
they were doing, then angry, and finally a very strange
feeling of excitement filled him. Images of Abigail
panting and writhing in jerry’s arms began to run
through his fevered brain. Sure, there was some anger,
but the idea of his wife fucking his son was very
erotic too. He realized that his cock was slowly
becoming hard. He watched hotly, his cock swollen
inside his pants. He had seen his wife thrust her
finger up their son’s asshole, and watched as they came
with shaking ecstasy, and now he was watching his son
piss into his wife’s cunt.

But Abigail and Jerry didn’t know anyone was watching,
and certainly would not have expected it to be
Fredrick.

“Fill mother’s cunt up with hot piss, baby!” Abigail
whimpered. “Ooooh, it’s starting to run out of me!”

Her cunt became overfilled, and his piss ran from the
hairy slit, glistening on the spreading cheeks of her
ass, on her crinkling asshole, spilling to the floor
beneath the chair. This could be seen by Fredrick, who
was clutching his aching balls tightly, his eyes
popping.

Abigail ran her hand through the soft hair of her cunt,
pulling upward to stretch her pussy on her son’s cock,
trying to see his piss run from her. She wiggled her
ass, giggling wantonly.

“It makes me feel like I can come again, Jerry,” she
moaned. “Ahhh, it’s so hot in me! Piss hard as you can
in mother’s cunt! Ooooh, I can feel your piss dripping
over my asshole! Ooooh, it’s so good!”

“I’m about to stop, Mom.”

“I can feel it!” She grinned up at him, sliding her
hand beneath his balls and feeling his piss drench her
hand as it ran from her cunt.

A final squirt of piss left his cock, and Abigail let
out a wail.

“Stick it in my mouth now!”

Jerry stood at her shoulder, his cock dripping on her
lips. Abigail closed her lips around his cock and began
to suck it, moaning, once more stabbing herself in the
cunt with her fingers, jerking her crotch up and down.
She mouthed her son’s wet cock greedily, her tongue
sliding about his piss-wet balls between sucks on his
cock, her eyes closed as she savored the taste of his
piss in her mouth.

Outside the window, Fredrick had removed his cock, and
was stroking it as he watched his wife and their son.
He had not seen such excitement in years. He felt no
anger toward them, no disgust, only a thrill that had
been missing in his life for some years now. He found
himself very, excited to see his wife swallowing their
son’s cock and fuck herself at the same time. His hairy
balls ached with a fullness he had long ago forgotten.

Abigail whimpered in pleasure when she felt her son’s
cock harden between her lips. She looked up at his
face, pulled her mouth of his cock.

“Jerry, fuck mother’s face,” she moaned. “Fuck me in my
mouth now, baby! Fuck mother’s mouth like it was her
cunt! Oooohh watch me stab my pussy with my fingers!
Come on, baby… fuck mother in the mouth and drown me
in your hot, sweet come juice!”

Holding his mother’s cheeks again, Jerry stared at her
fingers plunging into her juicy, piss-filled cunt, and
began to fuck her mouth. Abigail whimpered in delight,
jerking her naked ass up and down to meet her diving
fingers, her tongue scraping the shaft of her son’s
pulsating cock, her lips burning around the hard shaft.
She swallowed as her mouth filled with his dripping
juices, moaning hungrily. Her son’s young, precious
balls bounced off her chin, adding to her wanton
pleasure.

With his face now pressed against the window, Fredrick
stared between his wife’s spread-open thighs, gripping
his cock tightly in his fist. He watched his son’s cock
moving in and out of Abigail’s mouth, and remembered
how that hot, wet mouth had felt on his cock. It was
all he could do to restrain himself, wanting to rush
into the house and ram his thick cock into his wife’s
cunt hard, and fuck her wildly while she sucked their
son’s cock.

Jerry slipped his prick faster in and out, gasping as
he got ready to spurt into his mother’s eager throat.

“I’m ready, Mom!”

“Mmmmm,” Abigail whimpered, and rammed her fingers up
her cunt hard, lifting her ass. With a shudder, she
began to come, and as her cunt chewed on her fingers
with rippling contractions, her son let out a yelp and
spewed thick, hot come juice into her mouth. He came so
much it dripped from the corners of her mouth before
she could swallow it all. In his gushing excitement,
Jerry pulled his cock out of her mouth. Abigail
protested, her lips wide. On the other side of the
window, her husband stared glassy-eyed as he saw his
son squirt his come juice into Abigail’s open mouth.

That was when Jerry saw his father.

“Shit!”

“Let me have it all!” Abigail cried out, trying to get
the head of his cock back into her mouth.

But Jerry was turning, running away from her.

CHAPTER FIVE

Abigail had not seen her husband. He had slipped away
before she turned her back from watching Jerry run from
the room. She saw no one outside the window, but her
son must have, she thought. There was no other reason
for his behavior.

With her cunt dripping piss, her chin and lips smeared
with come juice, she stood up, picking up her scattered
clothing, and still frowning over Jerry’s sudden run,
went to her room and filled the tub. Her flesh was
still tingling nicely as she bathed. It had felt so
good to fuck and suck her son in front of the huge
window, but it would have been much better if someone
had seen them.

She had a towel wrapped about her waist and was sitting
at her dressing table when Jerry came in, his face
showing concern. He stepped up behind her and she
looked at him in the mirror. Puffing his hands over her
shoulders, she curled his fingers over her tits.

“Honey, why did you run away?” she asked.

“Someone was watching us, Mom,” he said.

A tremor swept through her.

“Was that so terrible?” she purred, smashing his palms
into her tits. “I think it was exciting.”

“Mom, it was…” he couldn’t tell her.

She waited, but he said no more.

“Well, I hope they had as good a time as we did,” she
said softly, leaning her head against his stomach,
rubbing his hands over her tits, her nipples hardening.
“Do you want some more pussy now?”

Jerry didn’t answer, but his eyes glowed and he
squeezed her tits. “If only we had been careful, Mom.”

“Why be careful?” She grinned wickedly at his
reflection. “I love to be seen with your cock stuck in
me, my mouth or cunt or… asshole.”

Jerry, despite his fear of being seen by his father,
felt his cock stiffen up, and he pushed at his mother’s
shoulder blades.

“Now that you mention it…” He grinned at her in the
mirror.

“My asshole?” she asked, her eyes taking on a gleam of
eagerness.

He nodded.

“Mmmmm, just talking about it makes mother’s asshole
crinkle so tightly!”

She twisted her head about, kissing just above his
belt. “Get those fucking jeans off!” she moaned. “I
want you naked, so I can feel everything.”

Jerry, his cock very hard, scooted his jeans to his
feet, kicking them off as his mother stood and moved to
her bed. He watched her firm, shapely ass bunch, and
his balls throbbed. With her back to him, Abigail
palmed her ass and spread the cheeks wide, exposing her
puckering asshole to him, waggling her hips with wanton
invitation.

“There it is, baby,” she mewled. “There is one hot
asshole ready for your lovely hard cock.”

Jerry stepped behind his mother, arching his hips
forward, staring hotly as he rubbed the head of his
cock against the split of his mother’s ass, feeling the
searing heat of her asshole on the swollen tip of his
prick. Abigail whimpered with the contact, twisting her
ass.

“Do you think you can put it in me standing up?” she
panted.

“You bet, Mom!” he said hotly, pushing his cock against
her tight asshole. “I can put it in you in any
position!”

“Ooooh, I bet you can!” she purred, showing her ass
back as his cock pushed inward, the pressure making her
coo softly.

Jerry’s eyes blazed as he inched his cock into his
mother’s asshole, watching it stretch for him. Abigail
held her breath as she felt her asshole open up, then
the head of his cock was past the fiery ring. She
moaned softly and arched her ass more, her tits
straining out with stiff nipples. As her son held his
body still, she eased her asshole back onto the hard
prick, groaning softly as her asshole was filled with
her son’s throbbing cock.

“Ooooh, fuck it, baby!”

Jerry held his mother’s naked tits while running his
cock in and out of her asshole, making her shiver and
shake. Abigail closed her eyes, the ecstasy burning in
her asshole making her cunt seep and drip slippery
juices along the insides of her thighs. Her clit bulged
and throbbed.

Hunching her ass back as her son drove forward, she
cried out as her asshole tingled.

Releasing one cheek of her ass, she began to rub at her
juicy cunt, manipulating her vibrating clit swiftly.
Jerry thrust up and down, watching his cock disappear
up his mother’s asshole, his father forgotten now. His
balls were full again, and that was his only concern.

“It’s so hot, Mom!”

“Yes, baby! Mother has a hot asshole for you, a hot
cunt for you, a hungry mouth for you! Fuck my ass,
darling! Oh, God, fuck my ass good!”

She parted her feet on the floor, ramming her ass back
and forth. Her long legs trembled and she was getting
weak. She leaned over the bed, turning the other cheek
of her ass loose to brace herself over the bed. She
shook her ass in exciting circles as his cock rammed in
and out. She gurgled and mewled, gasped and sobbed. Her
tits jiggled from the plunge of his cock, and her palm
moved slippery over the puffy lips of her cunt.

“You’re going to make me fall!” she moaned. “My legs
are shaking!”

“Get on the bed, Mom.”

Abigail pulled her asshole off his cock, turning around
and falling back on the bed, spreading her legs wide
and drawing them to her tits. “Fuck me in the ass this
way!”

Jerry gazed down at his mother, seeing her hairy cunt
open, the pink lips gleaming wetly, her clit standing
hard like a tiny cock. Below her cunt, her asshole was
winking, crinkling. Abigail shoved her hands beneath
her lifted ass, spreading the cheeks wide, looking up
at him with fiery eyes. The tips of her fingers touched
the pucker, and Jerry moved his cock to it once more.

Abigail gasped hotly as she felt her son’s cock sliding
into her asshole again, and her hands moved off her
ass, over her hips and to her cunt. She ran her fingers
through the silky thick hair, and feeling her son’s
cock jerk inside her asshole, she began to twist and
pull at her tight clit.

“Open your cunt for me!” Jerry panted, working his cock
in and out of her gripping asshole.

Abigail spread her pussy wide, and Jerry plunged four
fingers into her cunt.

“Ahhhh, baby!” Abigail cried out. “Oooooh, yes! Fuck
mother up the ass with your cock, and fuck my cunt with
your fingers!”

Ramming his cock up her asshole, Jerry finger-fucked
his mother at the same time. Abigail tossed her ass
high, jerking her hips around and around, sobbing in
agonized ecstasy. The feel of his cock and fingers
penetrating her at the time was driving her out of her
mind. The heat generated in her naked body was
unbelievable, making her mind soar. Every nerve in her
crotch was on fire, from the base of her spine to her
belly button. Her cunt seemed to be part of the same
slit as her asshole, one huge cunt for her son’s cock
and fingers.

Jerry leaned forward, his free hand pushing his
mother’s knees almost past the sides of her head.
Abigail felt doubled over, her spine bent. It was
wonderful, exciting. She twisted her uplifted ass
wildly, urging her son to fuck her in the ass as hard
as he could, deep as he could.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Abigail cried, swinging
her ass in a frenzy. “Ram it to me! Ram that big hard
cock right up my hot fucking asshole. Jerry! Fuck
mother in that hot asshole… fuck my cunt with your
fingers! Oooh, you’re making me burn up… making my
asshole burn… my cunt burn! Ahhhh, give it to me!
Give it all to me!”

“I want to taste it!” Jerry gasped, yanking his cock
out of her asshole, leaning down and closing his open
mouth around his mother’s hairy, juicy cunt, his tongue
lapping up and down the slit, wetly and noisily.

“Ooooh, suck my pussy!” Abigail gasped. “Suck mother’s
cunt!”

Jerry rammed his tongue into her pussy, tonguing it
rapidly, then sucked on her clit hard.

“Ahhhh… uhhhh!” Abigail sobbed, and banged her cunt
at his mouth. “So fast! So fucking fast! I’m coming,
Jerry! Tongue-fuck my cunt!”

Jerry sucked and licked as his mother came, and when
the spasms began to fade, he lifted his smeared face
and drove his cock into her asshole swiftly, feeling it
grip his cock as she screamed loudly.

“I’m still coming! Oh, my God, Jerry!”

Abigail’s asshole grabbed at her son’s cock like a
steel vise, squeezing very hard. He grunted in pleasure
as he pumped deeply, staring down at her hairy, open
cunt, watching the wet lips vibrate as she came over
and over. Abigail tossed her naked ass up and down, her
asshole riding Jerry’s cock frantically, the friction
keeping the contractions strong. Her clit felt as if it
was bursting from her body.

“Deeper, deeper!” she screamed. “Go deeper, Jerry!
Ohhh, my God… ram that sweet, hard cock up mother’s
ass and out of my cock sucking mouth! Oooooh, ram me…
stab me… fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Abigail threw her arms behind her knees, pulling her
ass high, trying mindlessly to get her cunt against her
own mouth. Jerry was up on the bed with her now,
standing on his knees, leaning forward, driving his
cock in and out of her fiery asshole relentlessly,
gasping heavily. The slaps of his lower body against
the widely spread cheeks of his mother’s satiny ass
sounded like gun shots. Each lunge of his cock shook
her, made her cry out in rapture. Her back felt ready
to break, and she didn’t care as long as he kept
ramming his cock into her clutching asshole. It felt as
if the swollen head penetrated her stomach.

Jerry braced himself by putting his hands on the backs
of his mother’s thighs, and watched his cock stretch
her light brown asshole. Her cunt was still twitching,
juices flowing from it through the soft hair of her
cunt toward her stomach.

Feverishly, Abigail ran her hands through her pussy
hair, then licked her fingers quickly, tasting her cunt
as her son pounded and thrust with increasing vigor
into her asshole. She ran one hand through the juices
in her pussy hair, and as she licked it off, she ran
the other through it, letting her son suck those
fingers.

“Taste my cunt!” she sobbed. “Fuck my ass and taste my
cunt!”

She slipped two fingers along the edges of her asshole,
feeling his cock slide between them, squealing as she
felt a more powerful orgasm swelling inside her body.
She quickly pulled her fingers from around the shaft of
his cock and began to finger-fuck herself wildly.

“I’m going to come again!” she shrieked. “Ohhhhh…
ahhhh, my ass, my cunt… everything is on fire! I’m
going to come again, Jerry!”

An ear-shattering screech came from, her when the
convulsion struck, almost shattering her emotionally.

Jerry could no longer control himself. His balls were
on fire, aching, swollen. His cock was jerking inside
the ring of his mother’s asshole, and he gave in to the
overwhelming urge, and stabbed deep and hard, straining
as his cock spurted, sending hot, rapid spurts of come
juice deep into his mother’s grinding ass.

They clung to each other, Jerry leaning over her high
ass, for a long, trembling time. Slowly, taking deep,
shuddering breathes, Abigail lowered her ass, mewling
as her son’s cock was pulled from it. She drew him onto
her naked body; smearing wet kisses over his face, her
legs locked around his.

“God, it just gets better and better!” she moaned,
flinging her arms and legs outward, letting him up. “I
didn’t think it was possible to get any better, but it
is.”

Jerry lay on his side, his head held up by a bent
elbow, looking into his mother’s radiant face, watching
her eyes sparkle.

“Mom, I’ve got to tell you,” he said.

“You can tell me anything,” she purred, running her
hand over his chest.

“You’re not going to like it,” he said.

Abigail frowned.

“You know we were being watched in the chair, in front
of the window,” he said.

“Yes, you told me, but I didn’t see anyone. Does it
really matter? I think it’s exciting to be caught with
your cock in me.”

“I did, too,” he said. “But not by the person who saw
us.”

“Jerry, stop being so mysterious,” she said, caressing
his cheek. “Tell me who it was. Whoever it was, we can
handle it.”

“I don’t think so, Mom.”

Abigail sat up, grabbing her son by his balls. Grinning
wickedly, she said, “Now either you tell me, or I’m
going to pull your balls off.”

“Mom, it was Dad.”

Abigail’s hand tightened on his balls, then she quickly
pulled it away. Her eyes became wide, and her mouth
opened.

“No,” she whispered. “It wasn’t Fredrick. Jerry, you
were mistaken, it was not your father. He’s at work…
he’s always at work.”

“Not this time,” Jerry said, shaking his head. “He was
staring at you sucking my cock, Mom, and he saw me come
in your mouth.”

A shudder swept through her naked body, and fear came
into her face. She looked around the bedroom as if she
would find her husband there. She looked at her son,
into his eyes, and knew he wasn’t teasing her.

Fredrick had caught her, caught her sucking their son’s
cock off.

It was what she had been afraid of.

CHAPTER SIX

During the following week, Abigail was very nervous.
She watched her husband closely at breakfast, waiting
for him to drop the hammer. He still came in late from
the office, and although she couldn’t sleep, Abigail
pretended she was, not wanting to face her husband. He
never said a word, never gave any indication that he
knew what she was doing with Jerry.

The longer her husband was silent, the more nervous she
became. She loved Fredrick very much and didn’t want to
lose him, nor anything else. Despite knowing she was in
a precarious position, she could not leave her son, nor
her daughter, alone.

She knew her son had told her the truth, that Fredrick
had seen them, and she couldn’t understand why her
husband had said nothing about it. He acted as if
nothing had changed, always kissing her cheek in the
morning as he left for work, waving at their son.
Everything was as before, no outward awareness, no sly
looks in her direction.

“Why doesn’t he say something?” Abigail complained to
Jerry. “I’m about to go out of my mind.”

“I don’t know, Mom,” Jerry said, “But Dad saw us � I
know that.”

It was a little after noon, and Jerry had, at her
request, come home from school during the lunch break.
She had tried to keep from it, but her needs had been
too strong. Afraid Fredrick would catch them again, she
still needed her son very much, needed his cock in her.
It was dangerous, foolish, but she couldn’t help it.

She stroked his thigh, leaning on his shoulder. Jerry’s
arm was around her neck, cupping a firm tit. Her skirt
was halfway up her thighs, and his hand slowly caressed
the satiny flesh. His cock, forever hard and ready,
bulged in his pants, and Abigail watched it throb, her
anticipation of taking it out and feeling it making her
shiver in pleasure.

“I know how crazy this is,” she said, tracing her
fingertips along the concealed bulge of his cock, “but
I can’t stay away from you, from your wonderful cock,
Jerry. If I don’t get it often, I think I’ll lose my
mind.”

“Dad won’t be coming home early all the time, Mom,” he
said, squeezing her tit, sliding his hand under her
skirt to the edge of her panties. “We just have to be
more careful, that’s all.”

“Why hasn’t Judy been coming home?” she asked, closing
her fingers around his cock, feeling it inside his
pants. “Last week she was home as often as you, but
this week we’ve hardly seen her. Even in the evenings
she seems to have things to do, always visiting
someone. I thought your sister loved this as much as we
do.”

“Judy has become a little mysterious, lately,” Jerry
said. “She don’t tell me anything either. I did fuck
her yesterday, though, at school.”

“How in the world did you two do that?”

“We snuck into one of the empty offices,” Jerry said.
“We needed it kinda bad, so we done it.”

“Did Judy ask you, or did you ask her?”

“I asked her.”

Abigail opened her son’s pants and pulled his cock out,
then lifted his balls. She pushed her face down his
chest, his stomach. Sliding her moist, hot lips along
the shaft of his cock to his balls, she kissed them
tenderly, then dragged the tip of her tongue over them,
tasting the subtle scent of sweat. She opened her lips
and closed them around one of his balls, sucking it
gently. Jerry drew his hand off her thigh and cupped
her tit, fondling it as she mouthed his balls, rubbing
his cock on her face.

Sliding off the couch to her knees in front of her son,
she lapped up and down the shaft of his throbbing hard-
on, her eyes glazing with pleasure. As she took the
head of his cock into her mouth, sucking softly, Jerry
opened his belt and pushed his pants down. His mother
mewled in delight and swallowed his hot prick deeply,
her lips smashed into the wiry hair at the base. Jerry
ran his hands through his mother’s hair, holding the
back of her head, lifting his cock upward, feeling it
rub into the back of her throat. He enjoyed seeing his
cock inside his mother’s mouth.

“Mom,” he said, watching her pull her stretched lips up
his cock, “did Dad ever like to watch?”

Abigail pulled her mouth off his cock, looking up at
him. “You mean watch this? I don’t know. He used to
enjoy watching me suck his cock, but I don’t think
watching me sucking another cock would turn him on. Why
do you ask?”

“It was just a thought,” he said, pulling her mouth
back onto his cock.

His father seemed to enjoy what he had seen them doing.
Whatever his father was up to, Jerry knew it was his
way of letting his mother know he understood. Suddenly
he had the feeling that his father was watching him
again.

“Fredrick! Oh good Lord Jesus Christ!” Abigail gasped.
Her eyes widened with shock as she stared at the figure
of her husband in the doorway.

Fredrick walked across the room to stand next to the
bed, leaving the door wide open behind him. “Well,
Abigail, I see you couldn’t restrain yourself any
longer, could you? Mom and Son in bed together! If I
could see a sight like this I’d come home early from
work more often!”

Abigail blushed furiously and opened her mouth in an
effort to offer a helpless explanation, but there was
no explanation.

Then she realized that her husband was smiling at her.
He wasn’t upset at all. He looked as if he actually
enjoyed it! He didn’t mind that he’d just caught her in
bed with Jerry, fucking their only boy.

“I didn’t mean to stop you, honey,” Fredrick muttered.
He stepped closer to the bed and folded his hands
around the swelling length of his cock in his pants,
staring blatantly at the lips of his wife’s pussy as
they wetly encased his teenage son’s throbbing dick.
“Why don’t you go ahead and finish what you were
doing?”

“You want to watch me fucking, don’t you?” Abigail
asked huskily, licking her lips lasciviously. “You want
to see me fucking another man, isn’t that right,
Fredrick? Even our son!”

“That’s right, Abigail,” Fredrick replied evenly. He
turned slightly, winking at Jerry. “Go ahead, Son. What
kind of man are you, anyhow? I didn’t bring you up to
lie around like that. Go ahead and give your mother’s
pussy a nice, hard fucking. Horny women have to be
satisfied, now don’t they?”

Jerry grinned broadly at his dad, as if the two of them
were sharing a secret joke.

“Go ahead, Abigail,” Fredrick said coaxingly. He
unbuckled his belt buckle and pulled down his zipper.
Withdrawing his hardened pole, he wrapped his hand
around it and eagerly began to jerk off to the sight of
his wife in bed with his son. “Go ahead and fuck him. I
know you want to, so go ahead! Fuck your pussy with
Jerry’s nice big cock!”

His hands thrust tenderly into the spongy whiteness of
her breasts, milking hungrily at the milky flesh of her
big tits. At the same time his ass began to hump
rhythmically off the bed. Then Abigail felt his long
stiff tool fucking into her, reaming out her dripping
pussy slit with long eager strokes of his burningly
pulsing prick.

“Oh, Jerry,” Abigail whimpered, her eyes fluttering
dazedly with her burning lust. “Oh, Jerry, that feels
so good… do it harder, darling, you’ve got such a big
cock… I’m getting horny again… oh, yes… Jerry…
oh oh… unnhhhhh!”

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