by E.A. Grant
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It was a short, wet two blocks to Sam�s house and he walked quickly because it had started sprinkling again. It had been raining earlier and now puddles on the street, shimmering mirrors of black and silver from the street lights, flashed and disappeared then appeared again in new shimmering puddles along his way. Trees sporadically dripping in the light breeze offered undependable protection from the drizzle and just added to Sam�s foul mood. Hands shoved deep into his pockets and his head drawn into the collar of his light jacket made it appear he had become a kind of weird turtle as he hurried along.
Sam walked into the attached garage; hung his wet jacket on a hook, kicked off his soggy shoes, unlocked the back door, and entered the kitchen. The light over the sink glowed its 60 watts of dull greeting. His mother�s car wasn�t in the garage, so he guessed she was still out.� Not surprising he thought, it was after all Saturday night. He knew she would be home sooner or later, almost certainly drunk, perhaps with a male friend. Not his problem he thought with a certain sadness. Sam sighed, opened the frig and took out a can of soda and a jar of peanuts.
His evening had been a disaster, although others would remember it differently. A party at a friend�s house was way less fun than it should have been. The one girl Sam was interested in was with someone else, the other girls were slugs and there were no new faces. He had had a few beers, shared a joint on the patio with two guys, but hadn�t danced at all. Sam had sulked around until midnight and then split, totally bummed out.� He walked the few blocks home and� well here he was, Mr. Happiness in the flesh.
In the playroom Sam dropped into a fat overstuffed chair and tried to find something to watch on TV.�� Watching an old movie he fell asleep. His mother�s touch woke him.
�Hey, Big Boy,� she was rubbing his head, �wake up and tell me about your evening. Did you have fun?� Sam knew she was a little drunk, standard stuff, but he was still glad to see her. He liked his Mom.
�Hi, Mom.� No, I didn�t have a good time,� he stretched and yawned, �the party sucked.�
Sam�s mother�s smile always made him feel good, and he felt better now with a fresh smile, just seeing her. �How was yours?�
�Good enough, but nobody knows how to dance anymore.� Irene, Sam�s mother found a cigarette in her purse, kicked off her shoes and lit the cigarette with a Bic. She adjusted some pillows and sat on the couch across from him pulling her legs up under herself and smiled at him. She blew smoke to one side and gave Sam a sympathetic look. �I guess that means you didn�t meet any new girls� sorry, Sammy. I think some girl missed the boat.�
He liked to see his mother relax as she was very sexy and he loved it when she gave him all her attention which she was doing now.
�No biggie, Mom. No new girls� or decent old ones. I never even asked anyone to dance.� They were skuzzy, Mom.�
Irene smiled and listened.� She knew her fifteen year old son liked her and liked to look at her. That made her feel good and gave her a funny feeling in her tummy; a sweet warm erotic feeling. She had caught him peeking down her blouse a few times, but hadn�t said anything, and only a week ago she had found a pair of her panties suspiciously out of place with a blot of moisture that she couldn�t identify. She thought it was kind of cute and a little horny actually. Sam�s brother, four years older than him and in the service now had masturbated with her underwear for years, nothing more than that had ever happened and she had never said anything.
�Why don�t you go make your mother a drink, Sammy and you can have a beer if you like. Scotch on the rocks just a bit of water, Sweetie.�
�Sure.� I�m awake now and I need a beer after the awful night I�ve had.� Getting out of the chair Sam tried to see up his mother�s skirt but he couldn�t see very far.
She ignored his not very hidden glance, �I�m sure a beer will make you feel better, Sammy and of course it will be your first one of the evening� Isn�t it?� She grinned knowing it wasn�t. Sam left the room without answering.
When he returned to the room a few minutes later he entered a new world. The TV was off and his mother had turned on some late night FM music. The light had been dimed back quite a bit but not off and she was lighting some candles. The candles, four in all, were not equally spaced. One was on the table next to where he had been sitting, one over the fire place and two on the coffee table near the couch where Irene had been sitting and where she sat again when Sam handed her a drink. The soft flames had a wonderful effect on Sam; he smiled and sat back in the overstuffed chair with his can of beer and a barely hidden big boy smile.
She grinned at him as she sat back on the couch, �I think my boy likes the candles.� Don�t you?� She pulled her legs under herself again and by accident or design (the reader can guess for I will not), her slinky dress slid further up her thighs. She saw him boldly staring at her nylon covered legs and decided to see how far he would go.
As for Sammy, he thought she was so incredible beautiful.� He knew he would never find anyone as cool or as horny as his own mom. Her tits tight inside her dress moved with the motion of her body. The long sleeved dress was of a silky gold material and very thin and clung to her like a second skin.� She was braless, her nipples plainly outlined and her large orbs seemed ready to fall out of the low cut neckline.��
�You certainly do seem to like your old mother�s legs, Sammy. I can show you a little more if it will make you �cookie monster� happy.� Do you want to see?�
He blushed a little but didn�t hesitate, �Of course Mom� I love your legs.� They are really beautiful. The prettiest I�ve ever seen.� He did indeed love them. He studied them now as his eyes scanned the soft curves. From her nylon covered, shoeless toes to the edge of her dress he followed each dip and curve as if he were studying a fine painting. But it was the sight of where her nylons ended and her naked flesh began that excited him the most, but he couldn�t quite see it� yet.
Slowly she pulled the hem of her dress up inch by inch while she watched his face, teasing him. Irene let herself swim in the erotic moment of it, enjoying his pleasure as she exposed herself more and more to her son. She was enjoying his pleasure as much as he was� perhaps more. At that moment her incestuous thoughts knew no bounds, no end, no limits; just sharing selfish thoughts of pleasures of the flesh.
Sammy�s eyes were glued to the inside of her thighs; his face awestruck and as thrilled as he was confused by his mother�s willingness to delight him. The beer had brought him right back to the moderate buzz he had had at the party, his inhibitions had disappeared in his mother�s smile.
Her dress moved above the dark top of her old fashioned nylons. Sam could see the black, soft plastic garter and clasp� then, OH GOD� he could see the inch or so of white flesh. The darkness between her legs he thought was just a shadow, but was actually her black satin panties and if he had looked carefully he would had seen the black on black wet spot that he was responsible for. He could feel his dick get hard and then get trapped in his BVD�s.� It was necessary for Sam to suck in his stomach and use his hand to straighten his cock. He could have been less obvious but he chose not to. It was exciting knowing his mom was watching him handle his dick. Now he was teasing her as she was teasing him, but perhaps without quite the awareness or maturity to understand what he was doing.
His mother smiled enjoying the physical discomfort she was causing her son. Her eyes had drifted from his eyes to his hand fondling his cock inside his pants. Irene felt like offering to help him with his cock problem.� �Damn,� she thought, �it looks big inside his jeans.� My how he�s grown.�
She separated her thighs a little hoping that he could see her panties. She was drunk and she knew it, but she wasn�t doing anything she hadn�t wanted to do for a long time.� Sober she wouldn�t have had the courage, but now she did. She studied the fat bulge in his pants. Irene knew he was putting on a little show for her and that in itself was exciting. She wanted to feel his cock, but she couldn�t just touch him without a reason.
*****
�Let�s dance, Honey,� she suggested. �You said you haven�t danced tonight and I really didn�t enjoy any of the guys I danced with. You don�t mind dancing with your old mother do you?�
Sammy didn�t know exactly what to say. He was happy staying where he was looking up his mother�s skirt, but he couldn�t very well say that, so he said instead, �That sounds like fun, Mom. Let�s do it.�
Irene drained her glass. �Yes, lets. You get a couple of more drinks and I�ll find some soft dance music.�
He seemed really aware of every little thing now, the sound of the ice when he dropped it in his mother�s glass; the click of the aluminum tab as he bent it forward to open his beer; the fizzing sound of escaping gas; the soft light over the sink and the quiet whirring sound of the refrigerator motor.� He heard and noticed everything so clearly. He couldn�t remember feeling or hearing any of these things before.
Sammy brought the drinks back into the play room a bit numb and not knowing what would happen next. The atmosphere had changed again. The lights were out and only two candles were left burning. Soft slow dance music played in the background. His mother was standing near the couch with a fresh cigarette in her mouth; he had never seen her smoke so much as she was this evening. With one foot on the coffee table Irene was rolling down one of her nylons just as he walked in. She gave him a lovely relaxed smile her eyes were sparkling and friendly.
�Sammy, would you like to help me take off my nylons? They are a little uncomfortable and I�d like to dance in my bare feet.� Her smile said they were equals or lovers perhaps, but not the smile of a mother to her son.
�I would love to. You�ll have to show me how, Mom.� Sammy handed his mom her drink took a long pull on his beer and knelt in front of her.� Slowly he finished rolling the nylon off the leg she had started, and that was incredibly exciting for a fifteen year old. He looked up at her and her smile invited him to go ahead with the other leg that she raised next.
Sammy took another sip of beer and touched her. The touch of flesh to flesh gave him a titillating sensation in the tips of his fingers and an over sweet feeling in his belly. He could smell the richness of her body, and the warmth of her skin. Unfastening her stocking from the garter clips, Sam now could clearly view her panties and a few errant pubic hairs that peeked out from under the edge of the black satin panties. Slowly he rolled down her stocking, and inched the fabric off her toes. She lowered the leg and now she was an inch shorter than her son.
�Well, handsome, let�s dance,� she said looking at him and gently put her arms around his neck while she began to slowly sway her body. There were no more words.
Sam put his hands on her hips not knowing just where he should put them. He could feel his mother�s breath on him; it was sweet, with no odor of scotch, just moist female heat. She pressed against him making it impossible for them to move any way except together as one.
Sam�s cock couldn�t have been any harder. He felt his mother pushing her lower tummy into his hard cock.� In response, the teen boy became a bit more aggressive, pressing back against his mother�s pelvis.
Sammy didn�t know how it happened, neither did Irene, but their mouths met and they kissed. It was a long, sweet lover�s kiss. Somehow Sam�s hands slid down to his mother�s butt and he cupped her cheeks as he might have a girlfriend.� Irene did just the same, but also pulled him still closer to herself. Now they were lightly grinding their pelvises together.
They danced the dance of dreams for some minutes. Irene looked up at him, enjoying the pleasure and surprise on her handsome son�s face. As they danced Irene slowly pulled his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned it. As they moved she rubbed her hands over his bare sides and back. He floated on the smell and feel of her, drifting on a sexual high he had never experienced before.
Sam continued to rub his mother�s ass while she moved her hand back to his ass cheeks and pulled him tightly against her body then forced her pelvis against his erection rotating her hips. She was making him crazy and he knew he wasn�t far from a major climax. Irene kissed his ear and touched his ear lobe with her tongue. Cheek to cheek he could smell her perfumed hair and reacted to her feel and smell by squeezing her ass cheeks and forcing her mound once more against his cock.
Slowly she moved her hand to slide it down between them and gently touched his covered cock. �God,� she thought,� �he is as big as most adult males.� Forbidden thoughts swirled in her heated mind.� What would it be like to have her son�s cock in her mouth? Or even in her cunt? She could feel herself begin to sweat. Her own pussy juice was slowly running down her thigh. She wanted� no needed to feel more of his skin, skin below his belt.
While they continued to slow dance, Irene lapped his ear again and whispered to him, �My big boy is very hard down there.� She squeezed his cock lightly. �Did Sammy�s mother make him hard?�
Her warm breath in his ear and on his neck was exciting him to heights he had never dreamed of. �Yes,� he tried to say, but the frog in his throat muted him. He cleared his throat and said clearly, �Yes, Mom.� It�s hard for you�� just for you, Ma.�
Irene moved the conversation further when she said, �Do you like my boobs, Honey?�
�Oh, god yes, Ma!� They are big and pretty.�
Irene still had her cheek pressed against his and continued to whisper. �I know you try to peek at them some times, don�t you?�
Not really embarrassed he said, �I did,� he admitted, quickly adding, �but I only did a few times.� Sorry, Mom.�
�Don�t be sorry, baby. It�s O.K. I really don�t mind at all, Sammy. Would you like to see them now?�
His libido fueled mind raced. �Oh� ya, I sure would.�
�O.K. baby.� Then just push down my top, Honey. Go ahead, it�s O.K.�
They had continued to dance with her hands locked around his bare waist. With trembling hands Sam moved the top of her dress down until a tit popped out.� Irene pulled away from her boy and leaning back against the wall, let him feast his eyes for a moment before she completed the task by bringing both tits out to hang free.�
Sam�s eyes froze on the mildly his mother�s erotically swaying globes, her dark nipples pointing out very erect.
�Do you like them, Honey? Oh I do hope so, because I love you looking at them.� Irene looked into his eyes while he continued to stare at her tits. She enjoyed the obvious desire she saw there and knew he was on an erotic high. She pushed her tits against his bare chest enjoying the warm flesh-on-flesh thrill.
�Can you feel my nipples against your chest, Honey? You know my nipples are hard for you, Sammy.�
Sam couldn�t believe he was really looking at his mother�s nude tits.
�Do you want to show me your cock, Baby? Just take it out for your mother.� They stopped dancing and she opened up the space between them by letting go of him with one arm, giving him room to un-buckle and un-zip.
�O.K. Mom, but I�m really close to shooting off.� He looked at her apologetically and started to take down his jeans and push down his B.V.D�s.
�That�s alright, Honey, I�ll help you cum if you like.�
His fat stiff cock swung free. She sucked in her breath and looked on in amazement as his cock came into view. It was a full thick eight inches.� On a fifteen year old was indeed very big. �My God, Sammy, that is beautiful� really, really beautiful.�
She wrapped her left arm around him her hand coming to rest upon his bare ass. Her fingers ran over Sammy�s ass cheek and a finger ran up and down the crack. Her fingers circled his cock and took a firm grip. Sammy�s hand grasped his mother�s tit,� his fingers absently fondling her nipple while he watched in disbelief as her fingers encircled his rigid cock.
The sensation was beyond description as Irene gently but firmly jacked off her son. It only took a few moments, then he started to cum.� His eyes closed tightly as long streams of cum shot out three feet from his dick and landed on the brick face of the fireplace. The electric thrill ran over and over his body sparking a light show and swirls of bright colors.
Irene was fascinated at the virile display and thrilled with his response. She shuddered at the sight of her son�s response to her handling his dick, and her response to his erotic act. God, she loved him and wanted him in her bed. But now was not the time. As the discharge slowed and stopped, she gave his cock a playful tug and rubbed his balls while she kissed him again.
�Your mother loves that big cock, young man. You have to promise to let me play with it whenever I like, or whenever you want to dance.� Then she giggled happy that her son Sam had accepted her so easily, and performed so well.
�But now it is time for you to get to bed, Sam. I�ll sponge up the little mess you made� Next time we�ll have to have a tissue or napkin ready.� She ran a soft loving hand over his face and kissed his cheek. �Go along Sweetie� I�ll see you in the morning.�
Suddenly exhausted, Sam needed to go to bed, so he didn�t argue. Ten minutes later he was sound asleep with visions of his nude mother under him while he fucked her.
*****
What time is it when it isn�t daylight, but neither is it as dark as it was minutes before? When it is still dark out, but looking out a window you can see things you couldn�t moments ago. What time is that? That is the time it was when she came to his bed.
At first Sam woke only half-way. When she slid under his sheet and blanket he still didn�t understand. Sam was nude from their early morning dance. Now Irene was nude as well. Sam woke slowly to Irene�s warmth and the thrill of her female-ness.
�This has to be our secret, Sammy. Do you understand? You can�t ever tell anyone about it� ever. Do you promise? Promise me you�ll never tell a soul, Baby.�
Without knowing what she was talking about and still half asleep, but waking quickly, Sam simply said, �Sure, Mom.� I�ll never say anything�. He was quickly aware of her softness touching him; he felt her tits weighing against his side, her thigh against his and her hand touching his soft cock. Now he certainly was awake.
�Do you want to have real sex, Sammy? I�ve been thinking about you all night. Would you like me to teach you?� She ran her hand over his thickening penis.
It was all so surreal to Sam.� Had last night actually happened?� His mind flashed to his last conscious thoughts before sleep over took him, thoughts of fucking his sexy mom.� And now his mom was with him, nude and willing.� �Oh, fuck yes!� I mean, yes. Teach me, Mom!� Show me how to make love like a grown up, Mom. Oh, god, I love to feel your body next to mine. I really like your tits.� He was immediately embarrassed for using the word tits. �I mean boobs, Mom.� Sorry.�
Irene smiled at his innocence. �That�s alright, Baby. Whenever we are alone you can say anything you like.� She put his hand on her breast guessing correctly, that he wanted to touch her but didn�t quite know how to start.� �Your hand on my tit feels really nice, Honey. Don�t be afraid to squeeze and pull the nipples.� That�s it, baby.� I love a man to pet me. �
What she said next surprised Sammy by her directness.� �I want to fuck you, Sam and I think you want to fuck me.� Do you want to fuck me, Baby?�
The word had difficulty forming but he managed to blurt out, �Yes!�
Her touch on his inexperienced cock was having predictable results. �You have a gorgeous cock, Sam.� I�ve been thinking of it all night, but I have to make it a little harder. You are going to like this I�m sure.�
Irene pulled the covers back and exposed his semi-hard cock to the coming day. She looked at it with admiration, stroked it like she would a kitten and slowly lowered her mouth over the head of her son�s marvelous manhood then began to slide it in and out of her mouth. She gently massaged his balls as she sucked her teenaged son�s dick. Using two fingers and her thumb, she masturbated him while she sucked. Her tongue circled his cock and teased the now oozing tip; the sweet pre-cum acting a magic narcotic, her honey of Eros.
The hard rod grew quickly and harder as she sucked and jacked him. She jacked him quickly so she could fuck him without delay. Irene couldn�t take her eyes off his splendid cock, her lips wet with saliva and her son's pre-cum trembled with excitement. Sucking him again, she sucked him to a final firmness then taking her son�s cock out of her mouth she said, �Good boy, Sammy.� What a good, good boy.� she said in a new husky voice. �I really need this, Sammy. Fuck your mommy well won�t you? Please fuck me good, Baby.�
�I will, Ma, I will.�
�Have you fucked many girls?�
�No, this is my first time to do it,� he admitted, the confession thrilling his hot mom.
He had loved the feeling of his cock in the warmth of his mother�s mouth, but really couldn�t imagine what would happen next. What could possibly be better? But the matter really was out of his hands now� he would be the willing student. His cock stonily hard, his mother now sat beside him seemingly content to stare at his erection for a minute or two more as she stroked him. Finally she knelt and lifting one leg over him she hovered over his cock. She looked down on him instructing, �Play with my nipples now Sam. Just relax and enjoy; don�t try to hold back at all.�
Holding his cock up, she slowly lowered herself onto her son�s hard thick virgin cock. Little by little it disappeared into her, then it was in� Oh my� was it in!
�Jesus Christ, Baby that feels so� so� god damned� good!� Oh, baby, you�re big! Oh, fuck!� Really big, ya know. Your cock is delicious, Sammy. Fuck your mother, Sammy!� Fuck her!� She fairly panted these last words to him with her eyes closed, her face in a strained concentration, with a strange new smile he hadn�t seen before. It was carnal lust enjoyed and he would see it more in the months to come.
It had been a long time for her, her late husband had died years before and boyfriends had just never measured up, both figuratively and literally. Of course her canal may have shrunk a bit and made his cock feel bigger than it was. But still, his cock was big, like his father�s and filled her totally. For a moment she felt as though she would swoon but never did. She swirled in the rich �filled with cock� feeling; her mind dipped and dove into the erotic moment with abandon. The feel of demanding hands on her tits heightened her passion.
Irene�s body seemed to sizzle; she was alive in every sense. She moved slowly up and down on her son�s cock enjoying every subtlety and nuance of the experience. Every few strokes she would stop with his cock deep in her, their pubic hair intertwined, she would rotate her hips, ever looking for ever more tantalizing flavors and feelings to tease her mind. Her cunt was sopping now and her juice ran down over Sam�s balls and ass crack to stain the sheet dark grey.
Irene bent forward supported by her arms on each side of her son�s shoulders and kissed him tongue to tongue while she continued to fuck him. �Do you love me, Sammy?� she asked in a whisper.
�Oh, yes, Ma; more than ever.�
Sam thought the idea of fucking his mother, fucking the same hole he came out of, was way special. Beyond special it was magnificent. His cock had never felt as good or more alive. He had thought often about doing it to her and� even talked about it with his brother a year ago.� Now it was happening.� He had his cock deep in her and it felt great. He watched her tits sway in front of his face like water filled balloons. Sammy played with her nipples and after he kissed her, she put a nipple in his mouth and he had sucked and tongued it.
It took fifteen minutes for him to cum and a minute more for her. Sam had climaxed only a few hours before, but his youth came to his rescue and he came again like a fountain to fill his mother�s pussy with his incest cum. Rapidly the cum had become an additional lubricant and he felt its new warmth surround his cock. As the surge of feeling burst through his body, Sammy pulled on his mothers nipples and tried as hard as he could to force more cock into her; an impossibility for she had already taken every bit of his dick deep into her cunt.
They continued to leisurely fuck as their need slowly subsided. Irene had two more mini climaxes and Sam felt his cock deflating � but not entirely.
*****
A few hours later, half asleep, Sammy found his way to the kitchen for some breakfast.� His mother was sitting in the sunny breakfast nook sipping black coffee. Irene looked radiant. She watched her sleepy boy pour himself some coffee with lots of milk and sugar and smiled to herself. Regardless of the size of his dick, he was still a boy and she would have to be very gentle with him. He would have to be trained, but trained slowly. But she had plans. She had risen earlier, showered and dressed for� day she was planning.
�Are you going to have some cereal, Sam? There are muffins in the frig, Honey.�
�Not yet, Mom.� I�m still half asleep.� I�ll finish my coffee first.�
�How do you feel about last night, Sammy? Did you enjoy it?� She looked at him not expecting anything but good thoughts and she wasn�t disappointed. �You don�t hate your mother do you?�
Sipping his coffee, Sam had been staring at his mom, dressed as she was in the thin silk robe that molded around her body, showing off her curves and the points of her nipples.� Surprised by the question Sammy looked at her. �I loved it, Mom.� And I love you. That was the greatest night of my life. Can we do it again?�
�Of course we can, if you want.�
�When?�
Irene shifted her position and in doing so, her robe fell open, exposing the inner swell of her breast, her navel and the V at the juncture of her tightly closed thighs.� �We�ll see, Honey.� Perhaps soon, very soon� maybe tonight.� Would you like that?�
�Can we do it now?�
Irene laughed, �Oh, my! What have I done?� Come here, big boy.�
Sam stepped up close to his mother and watched as her hands went to the waistband of the nylon athletic shorts he wore.� As she slid the flimsy shorts down off his hips and down his legs, she followed, ended up kneeling before her young son.� Looking up at her boy looking down, she took his rapidly inflating cock into her mouth and then let it slip out.
�Do you like that, Honey?�
�Oh, yes,� he gasped.
�So do I, Sammy.� So do I.�� Smiling up at him, she peeled the loose robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor behind her.� Then she sucked him into her mouth once again, swirling her tongue around his cock before letting the now hard prick slide from between her lips.� �So you like fucking your old mom.�� Sammy just nodded.� �I like you fucking me too.�
Rising up on her knee, she brushed his cock with her tits before molding her generous breasts around it.� It pleased her to see his nostrils flaring and the fire in his eyes.� Standing up, she let her son feast his eyes on her voluptuous body for a moment.� Stepping back she leaned against, then lay upon, the table top lewdly splaying her legs apart, her pussy lips opening to his gaze as she squeezed her tits together.� �Now be a good boy and fuck me, baby!� Fuck me hard.�
THE END
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