James Barton: Incest neighbors

Concerned and curious, Craig climbed quietly from his bed and made his way to the bathroom door. He listened and what he heard gave rise to more concern — it was his mother and she was moaning! He thought about just turning the knob and walking in — but no, that wasn't the way to handle it. If she were in the bathtub, he wouldn't want to embarrass her. Then he heard her moan again.

Unable to contain himself, Craig let himself out of his own room, walked quickly down the hall and entered the guestroom. A dim light shone through the partially opened doorway, and he made his way cautiously to peer inside. What Craig saw took his breath. His mother lay in the deep tub, her head thrown back and her teeth bared as he watched, she raised her legs until her knees pressed back against her naked tits and her fingers were fucking lewdly in and out of her exposed cunt!

Craig could not believe his eyes. Then he heard the words come from her mouth — just above a whisper and not much more, than a hiss… "Yesssss… fuck me, darling… fuck me, Craig! Fuck me Deep!"

The boy's face burned hotly as he realized his mother was masturbating. The Craig thought about the films he had found, and the title of one he had loaned to his friend Tim: THE MOTHER FUCKERS. Has his father left those films for him as some sort of a message, a message he would understand more clearly as he grew older? Was it possible that his father had known he was dying and wanted Craig, his own son, to… to take care of his mother?

Craig felt his prick jump as his mother's fingers worked furiously at her cunt.

It was the first time her had ever seen a grown woman completely naked, and though he was not a virgin, he had only fucked one girl so far. Without thinking Craig took hold of his throbbing young cock and began to massage it gently, highly aroused by the sight of his own mother finger-fucking herself and another question came to him why in his bathroom and not her own? Was there some sort of message in this, too? Could it be that his mother had wanted him to awaken and find her like this? The excitement grew as he saw her tongue come out of her pretty mouth and, try like a tiny pink snake to lick her lips as she stretch out her legs and began pinching the nipples of her tits. Craig swallowed thickly as his mother raised up out of the water and shuddered as her body was shaken by an intense orgasm, and Craig realized it was just like when he came!

"Not enough… not enough!" Lisa whimpered as the orgasm passed and left her wanting. "I need a man… I need my Craig!" and she sobbed deeply as she sat up and buried her face in her hands, her body racked with the emotion of need and loneliness.

Craig's prick jerked in his hand and he felt a sudden thrill go through his young body as he heard his mother call his name. Without thinking, his instincts told him she needed him and he pushed through the door to kneel beside the tub. He looked at his mother's shaking shoulders, and instinctively he reached out and put his arms about her. As he did, Lisa gave a start, and Craig's left hand, intended for her shoulder, inadvertently closed upon her right tit.

Lisa stared open-mouthed at her handsome young son as the touch of his hand on her naked tit sent a thrill through her wanting body. Her reflex was to grasp his hand tightly beneath her own as she cried out, "C–Craig! What are you doing?"

Craig felt his mother's hand close over his, and the suddenness of the act left him wondering if it were an accident of whether she had taken his hand and placed it there. He felt the stiff nipple beneath his palm, and the soft flesh of her tit seemed to quiver as she stared at him wide-eyed.

"I… I heard you call me, M-Mom. I saw you… that is I"

"Oh, God!" Lisa wept and closed her eyes as she bit her lower lip. Her son had seen her finger-fucking herself! What must he think of her, how must he feel?

"Craig." She said in a shaking voice, "you… you don't understand, darling. I need… that is I want… " and she felt her voice falter, unable to go on.

"I know mom. I understand," he said soothingly as his hand began squeezing her tit gently.

And it was then that Lisa became fully aware of her son's hand as it kneaded the soft flesh of her boob. A new thrill raced through her as his word penetrated the fog of shame and frustration. He understood! But of course he would just as his father would have understood. And Lisa opened her eyes to look at her son's handsome face only inches fro her as his right hand stroked her back. She leaned forward slightly and as their lips touched, Lisa felt as though she had been electrified. It was not a kiss normally associated with mother and son, but rather it was a long, searching kiss two people attempting to transmit something deeper than mere affection.

Lisa felt her hand heave her son's at her cunt and it took hold of the back of his head as she pouted her lips slightly and forced her tongue into his warm mouth. A new thrill passed through her, for she had kissed no man thusly since her husband had died. As her son's tongue brushed hers, it ignited a new fire in the woman's heated cunt and she felt herself submitting thoughtlessly to the moment, and to her own unanswered needs.

Craig felt his mother's tongue in his mouth and he realized that she had indeed wanted him and that the films must have been some soft of a message from his dead father. He felt her nipple grow and stiffen beneath his palm, and he felt his prick growing bigger and harder. Then his mother's arm was outside the tub and as her warm, wet hand closed bout his throbbing young prick, he nearly exploded at her touch.

"Oh, Mom… " he groaned. "That… that's good."

Lisa felt her son's stiff prick in her hand and she knew she wanted him. Incest be damned! She was a healthy woman, not given to light relationships for mere sex, and if she had to turn to her son to satisfy her own needs, then turn she would!

She took his hand from her tit and spread her knees as she guided it to the soft, wet nest of her cunt. She shuddered slightly as his fingers stroked the tender flesh of her pussy-lips beneath the surface of the water. Then Lisa felt his finger move experimentally into her cunt.

"Oh, Craig," she told him and sought his lips, "that feels so good… " and as their lips met again, it was Craig who took the initiative and forced his tongue into his mother's mouth as she stroked his prick wetly outside the tub.

Finally, their lips parted, and mother and son stared at each other breathlessly.

"I… I want to help you, Mom… really," Craig said as he inserted a second finger into her cunt. He had no idea she would be so tight and as she fondled his prick gently, he felt a tremendous desire to just take her in his arms and hold her. His feeling of love grew as her fingers rubbed the sensitive head of his prick and he felt the twitching that usually ended with his prick squirting forth it's load of cum.

"Yes, yes, my darling," she told him, "I want you to help me. I've needed this so!"

"I… I think I'm going to… it's going to… " the boy said as his breath came in sharp gasps.

Lisa felt his prick jerk spasmodically beneath her fingers. She wanted to pleasure him, too, but she did not want it to end so quickly. Removing his hand from her cunt, she kissed him again and told him to kneel on his knees beside the tub. As he obeyed his mother, she took hold of his prick again and leaned forward to rub the silken head against her cheek, then over her lips as his hands reached down for her swaying tits. She felt his palms cover both nipples, and as he squeezed gently, Lisa opened her mouth and flicked out her tongue.

She knew he was close to coming, but she knew, too, that a second come would take longer. Her tongue swirled around the head of her son's prick as he moaned and pushed his hips forward. She opened her mouth widely then and held the thick base with her fingers to guide it into her mouth.