Jane Tanner - Mother and son together

She and a dentist who lunched regularly at the restaurant soon became quite friendly. Doug was a few years older than Marge, a widower whose youngest child was in college. When he asked her to attend a concert with him, and bring her son along, too, Marge was delighted to accept.

All in all they had a very pleasant evening. Since Kenny was included, and seemed to like Dr. Alcorn, the jealousy Marge had expected from her son failed to materialize. Until they got home, that is, and Marge sent Kenny up to their apartment while she remained in the car with Doug, perfectly willing to be kissed goodnight by him. He was a professional man, doing very well financially, which made him ideal husband material, Marge was thinking.

When Marge entered the apartment with her lipstick smeared, perhaps a half-hour after she'd sent Kenny up, the lad was in bed, naked, with a hard-on and a cucumber.

"What happened?" he asked excitedly. "Did Doctor Alcorn fuck you, Mama?"

Marge smiled. This was her boy, acting just the way she liked him to. She kicked off her high heels and began disrobing in front of him.

"No, but he certainly kissed me a lot, and I let him pet my pussy. See how wet my panties are?"

She whisked her dress and slip off over her head and stood with her legs apart, in stockings, garter belt, panties and bra, so Kenny could view the secretion-soaked condition of her panty crotchband.

Bobo, who spent about half the time at Mrs. Nelson's now, was in the apartment tonight, lying on the floor at the foot of the bed. The big German shepherd caught the scent of Marge's aroused snatch and got up wagging his tail. He walked over to her and nuzzled her between the legs with his muzzle. But Marge, who'd only succumbed to bestiality that once, slapped him good and hard, and Bobo went back to the foot of the sofa-bed and flopped down dejectedly on the floor.

This did not go unnoticed by Kenny, but he'd seen the family pet trying to smell his mother many times before so he thought little of it. He'd been imagining what Dr. Alcorn might be doing to her in the car, and he'd worked himself up to a feverish pitch of desire.

"Come to bed, Mama. I want to make love to you."

"Of course you do, dear," she chuckled. "I knew it would be this way. Well, come on, jealous, aren't you going to scold me for letting Doug feel me up?"

Kenny shook his head. His jealousy was taking a different course tonight.

"Oh?" Marge said. It was a disappointment for her. She loved it when he gave her hell for even talking about letting a man ball her. That's what she wanted him to do now. "Uh-huh. Well, I suppose you're thinking Doug got me hot, and now you'll get to finish the job. Is that it?"

Kenny grinned cockily.

"And you will, too," she said. "But let me tell you something; I wasn't thinking about you while Doug was kissing me and rubbing my cunt. The next time I go out with him, you're staying home. I think maybe I'll let him go all the way, too. What have you got to say to that?"

Kenny winced. He gulped, squirming a little as hie thought about what she'd said.

This is more like it! Marge thought. I shouldn't taunt him that way but I can't help it. He's so cute when he's jealous!

"He put my hand on his cock," Marge went on as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. "I wouldn't let him take it out, but I fondled it through his trousers. It felt like it was nearly as big as that cucumber you've got there, Son."

"Shut up!" Kenny yelled.

Marge smiled and rubbed her crotch. "It was hard as a rock, too. Damn, it felt good! Mmmmm! Yes, I believe I will let him stick it in me Saturday night. That's when he's taking me out again. By myself this time, and…"

"Mama, please!" Kenny wailed. "Don't talk that way!"

She removed her panties and started unhooking her nylon hose from her garter belt. "Your peter's twitching, Kenny. I think you're about to cum, aren't you? Tell Mother, does it make you jealous, knowing that Doug is going to fuck me?"

"Yes!"

"But there's nothing you can do about it, is there, sonny boy? Your little balls, do they feel all hot and achy for me?"

He nodded tightly. "Come to bed!"

"Of course, precious," she cooed and, dropping her garter belt to the floor, she sat down on the edge of the bed to remove her nylons.

This would be the fourth time she'd let him make love to her. Not that he hadn't wanted to more than that, almost every night in fact, but generally she would only let him feel her twat through her panties before she pushed him away and told him to go to sleep. Although she couldn't resist giving in to him occasionally, it did make her feel guilty afterward. After all, he was her son, and he wasn't even ten years old yet! She kept telling herself that it wouldn't happen again, but it had, and tonight she just couldn't help herself. She was in one of her wanton moods. In fact, she felt downright licentious, and all she'd had to drink was a brandy hours ago, after the sumptuous supper Doug had bought them before taking them to the concert.

When she lay down completely naked beside her son, he pushed her legs apart and knelt with his head above her groin so he could look at her fascinating hairy hole as he probed its dew-moistened petals with his little-boy's fingers.

"You should always kiss a lady first," she told him. "Not just dive at her cunt."

"Shit," he replied. "You're no lady. You're my hot-assed mother!"

"Mmmmm!" she purred, and tousled his neatly trimmed sandy hair. "Be careful what you say, darling. You know how hot it makes me when you talk that way. Unless you think you can handle a wild woman, watch what you say."

"Wild woman!" he huffed. "Cock-hungry slut is more like it!" He captured her erecting clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a tweak.

"Ohhhhhh! Oh, you little bugger!" Marge moaned, rolling her rump to egg him on. "How I love you, Kenny! You're so sweet I could just eat you up sometimes!"

"You're always saying that!" he snapped as he scrambled up over her and sat down on her chest, his legs pinning her arms to the bed. "Now do it! Suck my dick! The way you did Frank's!"

"Kenny, no!" she scolded. "You know I won't do that! I don't like it!"

Kenny wouldn't be put off this time. She'd done it for Frank and, now that he'd taken the man's place, she could damn well do it for him, too. He skinned back his three-and-a-half incher, picked up his mother's head the way he'd seen her ex-lover do, and began brushing the rosy crown of his pecker back and forth across her closed lips.

"You might not want to, Mama. You didn't want to at first for Frank, either. But you did it, and you liked it, too, didn't you?"

"Noom!" Marge whimpered through her nose, refusing to part her lips for fear she would weaken. She knew she wasn't fooling Kenny, for he'd seen her go bananas blowing Frank. But it made her feel so dirty and depraved to perform fellatio, and she didn't want to sink that low with her own son!

Goddamn you to hell, Frank Dixon! she railed mentally. This is all your fault! Why, oh, why did you have to degrade me in front of Kenny the way you did? Bastard, bastard! I hope you get a disease and your cock rots off! If it hadn't been for you, Kenny and I would still be decent people!

But, again, the damage was already done and despite Marge's protestations, it gave her a lurid thrill to have her little boy holding her down, rubbing his swollen dickhead against her lips. She had the strength but not the desire to throw Kenny off.

"Come on, baby," her child was saying, parroting Frank, she supposed. "Open up. You know you want'a take a suck on my fuckstick."

And, God help her, she did want to!

"Kiss it a little bit," Kenny's voice droned in Marge's ringing ears, as he insistently probed the bluntly rounded tip of his tempting glans penis between her lips. "Come on, lick my knob, and then I'll let you show me what a greedy cocksucker you really are!"