Jane Tanner - Mother and son together

"Uuunnn, uuunnn… aaaahhhh ooouuuuuuuuuuu!!"

It felt as if the incredible blasts of agony/ecstasy exploding deep inside her were ripping her apart at the seams.

"Uuuuunnnnn… aaaaahhhhh… ooooooohhhhhhhh!!"

The total rapture of it overwhelmed her. All she could do was lie there sobbing brokenly when her orgasm reached its excruciating peak, the satiny walls of her juiced-up vagina grabbing convulsively at her son's pussy-engulfed arm as her perspiration-drenched body shivered and shook in a frenzied dance of mind-numbing sexual fulfillment.

"Can I fuck you now, Mama?" Kenny asked, as his mother lazed in the dreamy afterglow of her all-over cum, whimpering and sighing repeatedly.

"I su-suppose… I might as well… let you," she panted, knowing that after what they'd already done, he would keep at her until she gave in or spanked him, and spanking him was the farthest thing from her mind. "I shouldn't… but all right."

"Oh, boy! Take off your panties, Mama, and your nightie, too!"

He backed his arm out of her with a sluu-uurrppp! and Marge sat up and pulled her nightgown off over her bead, then lay back down and raised her midsection so her little boy could take her panties off her. She could see his face by the dim illumination from the night light in the kitchenette. He was terribly excited. She couldn't help thinking how cute he was as he stripped off his pajamas. His little dick was hard as a bone, angling up from his totally hairless groin.

Neither of them spoke now. A sensual smile of calm acceptance played over Marge's face as she scooted to the center of the bed and spread her legs for him. Perhaps she would hate herself for this tomorrow, but not tonight. The mood she was in, it seemed like this was destined to be. She took Kenny in her arms and kissed him the way no mother should kiss her own son, shivering with erotic pleasure as she insinuated her tonguetip between his inexperienced lips and gradually eased her taste organ into the warm, wet cavern of his hot little mouth.

No verbal communication was required to get the idea across to the bright lad. Tentatively he began licking back at his mother's wiggly, lapping tongue while she held him by his aching stem, her other hand stroking his buttocks. She kept making funny little noises in her throat as she squirmed beneath him, rubbing the sensitive head of his erection in a tiny circular motion within the top part of her wet, feverish crack. He answered one of her muffled sighs with a whimper of his own and instinctively started sucking her sweet-tasting tantalizing tongue.

Slowly Marge withdrew her tongue, its tip coaxing Kenny's to follow. When she had her child's small taste organ in her mouth, she sucked down on it and, cupping his quivering young asscheeks with both hands, gave a tug which drew his appealing little peter full into the steaming gash between her parted legs. "MMMMM!" she moaned through her nose, continuing to suck and lick at his tongue. The physical sensations of being penetrated by her little boy's fat, three-and-a-half-inch dick were pleasant enough, but they couldn't compare to the tremendous illicit thrill which giving in to incest provided. It was sinful and wicked but incredibly sweet!

She held him into her right up to his bird's-egg-sized testicles and, trying to swallow his tongue, contracted her cuntal sphincter until the elastic rim of her hairy hole puckered like the top of a draw-string bag to hug the flared base of his pulsating penis. Joyously she began working her sexual muscles, making her pleasured pussy squeeze down on Kenny's pecker in a rhythmical milking action.

"Uunnn, uunnn!" the kid whimpered into her mouth, his body shuddering helplessly. Then he started grunting as his prick pounded with a heartbeat-like cadence in the moist, velvety-warmth of his mother's wonderful hole. Shock waves of orgasmic ebullience blasted through him. He was cumming without having hunched her a single time.

Marge broke the deep, wet kiss and hugged him fiercely. "OH, PRECIOUS, YES, YESSS!" she cooed. "You're cumming in me! I can feel you cumming!Is it good, son? Do you love Mother's pussy? Ooouuuu… oh, cum, cum… have a good cum! Dear God, how sswweeeetttt!!"

At nine, Kenny was much too young and physically immature to ejaculate semen. A couple of drops of oozing, crystal-clear fluid was all his pumping peter produced for his mother's hungry snatch. The lack of sperm didn't matter to her one iota, though, for just feeling her son's penis twitch and jerk inside her thrilled Marge to the core of her voluptuous being. She wouldn't have missed this for the world now that it was happening. It was heaven on earth. She knew it was horribly wrong, but she didn't give a damn.

"Shit!" Kenny panted when he could find his voice. "I wanted to… fuck you… Mama… before I… ca-came!"

"Don't worry, you little bugger," she said with a throaty chuckle of pure delight. "We're not through yet."

Tomorrow was Sunday. They could both sleep late. Now that they'd sampled the forbidden fruit of incest, Marge realized how truly delicious it was. She had to have much more. In her present mood of sensual licentiousness, she longed for a feast of sinful fornication with her suddenly irresistible little boy.

Damn what anyone might think of me! Marge thought as she rubbed her cheek against the top of Kenny's head and caressed his denuded young buttocks lovingly with the perspiration-dampened palms of her open-fingered hands. No one will ever know. Kenny has proven he can keep a secret.

"So you want to make love to me, do you?" she cooed. "All right, so long as you keep your mouth shut about it, I'll let you fuck me any time we both feel like it from now on. What do you say to that, honey?"

"Oh, boy!"

She laughed softly. "Mother's little lover, that's what you'll be."

"I do love you, Mama. Mote than ever now!"

"Oh, precious, yes, I know exactly how you feel! I didn't think it was possible to love you any more than I already did, but I do. God help me, I do now. You're my pride and joy, Kenny. It's terribly wrong for us to be carrying on this way, but I know you can't help it and I'm afraid I can't either. That damned Frank! If it hadn't been for that dirty bastard…"

Her voice trailed off. It would do no good to blame Frank. He was out of their lives forever and she wanted to forget him. True, he'd forced them into incest; but he hadn't made them like it, had he? Marge had to admit the answer was NO. There was no way she could blame Frank for tonight, because it was all hers and Kenny's doings. But she didn't want to think about that. Corrupting her innocent young son would be vastly more enjoyable than mulling over the reasons why she – who'd always prided herself on her decency – should now be wanting to do such a wicked, unmotherly thing.

"Don't talk about him, Mama. You don't need old Frank or any other man now, do you? I don't want you letting anybody else make love to you. Not ever again!"

"Now, Kenny, it isn't healthy for you to be so jealous of me," she told him, but secretly she was pleased.

Kenny tried to get her to promise she wouldn't ever let anybody but him do it to her. She refused to promise him anything, and couldn't resist teasing him about being jealous. She knew she shouldn't tease him, because it was only making him worse, but it gave her such a charge to have her little boy demanding that she be faithful to him. He wanted her all to himself, and this excited Marge in a perverse manner.

"No, honey," she taunted. "You may as well hush up about that. You're very sweet but you're just a little boy, and if I get to needing a man-sized cock in me, why, then I'll just have to find me a man with a big hard dick and let him give my pussy a good fucking and nothing you can say or do is going to stop me. Of course, if you wanted to watch, like you did that morning at Frank's, I might just agree to…"