Jane Tanner - Mother and son together

"Ahhhhh, Goddd!!" she cried, and fell back gasping for breath, her body shuddering with the enormously wicked thrill of their vulgar accomplishment.

"Do you like it, Mama? Does it feel good?"

"Make A Fist!" she gasped, and shivered with the lewdness of it as she felt him closing his hand inside her. "NOW PUT your… arm up… into me!"

If anything, Kenny was more excited than his mother. He loved the feel of her warm, wet cunt and was only too glad to do what she said. He drew his hand up into a fist and, wondering how it felt to her, he started pushing it deeper into her heaving belly.

The crisp hair surrounding her slick, satiny hole brushed the kid's skin as he worked his arm into her slowly but surely. When his wrist disappeared, he paused and glanced up at her face in the semidarkness.

"More!" she panted, and when he gave it to her, she moaned, "Oh, Kenny, yesss! Keep it… aaaggghhhhh… coming!"

Her swollen sex petals hugged his arm like a tight rubber band. The more he inserted into her, the tighter her hair-ringed entrance gripped his ever-broadening forearm. By the time she'd taken half of it, she feared it was going to split her.

"Don't stop!" she said, her hands twisting the sheet beside her undulating hips. "More, Honey! I want mmoorreee!!"

Kenny forced more of his arm into her. He loved his mother more than anything in the world and didn't want to damage her. But she seemed to love the hurt so he figured it was all right.

"Ohhhh,it hurts!" she moaned. "Hurts soo gooooddd!!"

It was as if she'd read his mind. Kenny smiled.

Now he knew it was all right. Maybe if he hurt her pussy enough, she would give in and let him fuck her again! With this goal in mind, the boy began twisting his arm back and forth, pulling it out of her a little before he drove it back in with a grunt, sinking it gradually deeper into that wonderful, hot, wet, hole between her legs.

"Oh, God…ahhhhh uuunnngg-hhh… God, God… ohhhhhhh!!" Marge moaned and groaned, her perspiration-sheened torso jerking blissfully each time Kenny's arm rammed a tiny bit farther into her.

He was stretching her cunt all out of shape, but she didn't care. The wild pleasure of this insane act – which Marge would have thought impossible if it hadn't been happening successfully – plunged her into a fit of raging lust.

Incest! her conscience railed. This is incest!

No, no, no! Marge moaned inwardly. It's his arm not his penis! And I've got to have it! As much of it as he can stuff up me! Even if it kills me to take it!

"More, more, more!" she bleated, nearly passing out with the rapture it produced when his fist started bumping against the hypersensitive neck of her uterus, jolting that feminine organ higher up into her body.

"But, Mama, it's in up to my elbow already!" Kenny squeaked. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Yesss… Aaaggghhh… I'm sure! Impale me with it!Give it to me… ooouuuu… clear up to your… aaahh… shoulderrr!!"

What the passion-crazed woman told her son to do was a physical impossibility, of course, but the excited child did his damndest to please her, and her ravenous snatch actually did swallow his elbow and a couple of inches of his slender upper arm before his fist had her womb shoved up into her shivering torso far as it could go without rupturing something inside her.

"Gawd, gawd, gawd!" Marge chanted, her head burrowing into the pillow as she clawed the mattress beside her quaking hips. "I want… oooohhhhhh… I wa-want…"

"Me to fuck you with my arm?" Kenny asked eagerly.

"YES, YES!" she panted, revolving her hips in a tight, circular motion. "Oh, Good Lord… yesss do it… doo itt!!"

Kenny grinned confidently. He was pretty sure she would let him put his aching peter in her hole before long now. But he wasn't in any hurry. He was fascinated with her hairy hole. It felt nice to have his arm inside it, where she was real hot and wet and soft as velvet. Keeping his fist clenched, he started pulling his arm out to the wrist and sinking it back in till her pulsating orifice snapped over his elbow. In and out, in and out he fucked her with his arm, and the way she sobbed and shook made his own insides feel like they were melting and running together.

"Uunnn-aaahhhhhhh…uunnn – ooohhhhhhh!" Marge moaned as the lewd pleasure of her son's rhythmically pumping arm washed over her in a continual stream of flood-like waves.

It was obscene to the nth degree what they were doing, but glorious! Marge couldn't lie still. It was too fantastically good, the way Kenny's small fist kept her pleasured womb bobbing up and down in her belly like a cork on a wind-swept lake. She thrashed about rapturously with her arms outflung and her palms slapping the bed.

"Kenny… Ken-nieee!!" she said, the cords connecting her thighs to her groin standing out taut as bowstrings, jerking and twitching as she rotated her hips in a grinding up and down motion which threw her twat up to help her young child stuff his arm deep into her heaving belly. "Christ, yesss! aaahhhhh… give it to me, precious! Lord, but that… feels soo… gooooddd!!"

Sweat rolled off her feverish body. Her breath came in great gasping huffs. A continuous flow of pleasured outcries issued from the tremulous lips of her gaping mouth. The blood-engorged lips of her furry gash clung to Kenny's arm, making liquid, lurid slurping noises when he drew it partway out of her, then fluttered submissively and folded in around his forearm when he plunged it back into the moist heat of her secreting vagina, the deeper end of which responded with a joyously lascivious squishing sound.

Slurp, squish! Slurp, squish! Slurp, squish!

The wet sounds of her steaming fuckhole greedily gobbling then releasing the plunging forearm of her nine-year-old child only added to Marge's erotic pleasure. She had no excuse to fall back on this time. She was drunk, yes, but on lust not liquor. The flames of her perverted passion licked searingly at her insides. If this was incest, then so be it, for Marge was enjoying it tremendously.

With every raw-ended nerve in her keyed-up body she could feel her son's fist bumping her cervix like the head of a gigantic cock. His shaftlike forearm kept the soft, slippery ring of her dilated, hair-surrounded slot pumping in and out as it shuttled back and forth, back and forth, driving his fist like a piston into the very depths of her pleasured abdomen. She hoped it would go on forever, but the fantastic sensations it produced soon became too much for her human flesh to endure.

As the bittersweet tensions of preorgasmic delirium tightened her blood-congested loins, damming up the flow of pleasure until it became the sweetest form of torture on earth, Marge sucked in her breath raggedly and bore down with her heels and shoulders. Her spine bent into a bow-shape. For a moment her arched, trembling body hung suspended in the air, her firm/soft asscheeks quivering visibly.

Then the dam broke and her pent-up sexual tensions flooded out from her groin in concentric waves of boiling bliss. Her climax was unbelievably intense. She grabbed Kenny's arm, already into her up to his elbow, and tried ruttishly albeit unsuccessfully to stuff it up into her stomach clear to his shoulder.

"Nnaaaaa-gggaaahhhhh!!" she cried and fell back weakly, her entire torso shuddering ecstatically. "Cumming…cumming… ooohhh, Good Lord… am I ever… cccuuummmiiinnnggggg!!"

She threw back her head, her eyes rolling up until only their whites could be seen.

"Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhh!!"

Sweat rolled off her in sheets as a series of flesh-quaking tremors wracked her febrile form.

"Oooohhhh… oooohhhh… ooooooohhhhhhhhh!!"

Her long, shapely legs flailed about helplessly, the pink heels of her dainty feet beating the mattress erratically.