David Ingram: The naughty bride

"You were going to get drunk and let that guy screw you."

"Jesus Christ!" Evelyn yelled. She opened the bottle and took a drink. "Here, have a drink and then go get my car."

Tommy took a swallow. He grimaced. "You know I hate the stuff," he said. He took another drink, grimacing again.

Evelyn brushed past her son and went into the living room. Tommy followed, bottle in hand. "Here, Mom, have another slug. Get drunk and we'll ball. I may not be hung like that guy, but I'll do my best."

Tears of rage streamed down Tommy's cheeks.

"You're a dirty little bastard," she said, still she took the bottle and took a long pull. "Where's your shirt?"

"I was taking a nap." Tommy said, remembering Eva was in the bedroom.

Eva peeked from the bedroom. Evelyn wasn't as pretty as she had imagined, but she was sexy, sexy as hell. She watched the buxom woman sit on the couch and take another drink.

Evelyn looked at her son. "Sometimes I get lonely when your father's away." The booze made her feel light-headed and warm all over. Her voice was syrupy. "Come and sit by Momma, honey."

Tommy came over and sat down. He put his hand on her leg and moved it up under her skirt.

"Don't, honey, you'll get me all turned on," she said.

Tommy pushed her skirt up. She was naked underneath. When he felt her cunt, her legs opened.

"Don't, honey, please," she cried softly.

"How often do you see other men?" Tommy said.

"Only when your father is out of town."

"Every time he's gone?"

"Sometimes," she said.

Her legs were splayed wide. Tommy had two fingers inside her cunt. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed. "How often?" Tommy persisted.

"Whenever he's gone… every time," she blurted. "That feels so good, Tommy, don't stop."

"Even when you were pregnant?"

"No. No one wanted me then."

"I wanted you."

"Yes, darling, and you had me. Do you want me now?"

"Why did you make me stop?"

"I thought it was bad for you."

She was gasping for breath and went over easily onto her back. Tommy had his pants off. His cock fit nicely in his mother's cunt.

"Fuck me, Tommy, fuck me hard," she moaned.

Tommy wallowed in the heat of his mother's body. He was deep in her wide, hairy crotch, his prick in to the balls, and her legs had wrapped snugly around his slim waist. His hands fumbled at the front of her dress.

"Let me do it," she said, quickly opening her dress. She wore no bra. "Keep fucking, honey, just keep fucking," she moaned.

His chest sunk into her soft, pillowy tits. He felt swallowed up in soft, warm flesh. As he thrust into her cunt she seemed bigger than he remembered, but decided that he liked it big. A pussy should be wet and roomy, even for a small cock, and Evelyn was certainly wet and roomy.

Evelyn closed her eyes and tried to take more of him inside her. She moaned softly, realizing that she enjoyed having her son fuck her, even if it was wrong; she had enjoyed it from the first time she allowed him liberties with her body, but she also realized that she needed it bigger. Not that Tommy wasn't hung. He just wasn't hung enough. His father had a big prick, and Paul, oh, Jesus, Paul really had a big one. She had taken it out of his pants on the drive to the house, and it was huge. In her excitement, she had ducked her head under the wheel and kissed it, and licked it, and with one hand wrapped tightly, pushed as much into her mouth as she could take. He had almost come, but she knew just when to stop. How she had wanted it, squirming in anticipation of having that big meat inside her. She wished now that she had let him fuck her in the car like he had wanted. She could still take care of her son's needs.

"You were going to let that man do this to you. Weren't you?" Tommy said.

"You mean Paul?"

"Whatever his name is. Weren't you?"

"Yes, honey, he was going to fuck me. That's why he was so angry when he saw you here."

"He isn't an old friend, is he?"

"No. I just met him an hour ago."

She could feel his throbbing cock inside her, rubbing urgently, plunging in and out, agitating her pussy. Fucking was wonderful and glorious. It made her feel so good. She didn't feel any guilt now while it was so good. It really couldn't hurt the boy. And it certainly didn't hurt her. Perhaps a few pangs of remorse afterwards, but they always went away, especially by the time she wanted it again. She was going to make it, she could tell. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she squealed.

Eva stood in the bedroom door watching. She felt confused, not sure if she was excited or disgusted. She had never seen a son fucking his mother before, or even imagined that it would happen, for that matter. Her own perversity disgusted her. Tommy was right. She was a slut, a pig, just like his mother. She was a cheating wife of the worst kind, and vowed to mend her ways.

"I'm getting close, Mother!" Tommy cried.

Evelyn's legs fell from around her son. "Don't come yet, honey. Just be still and let it cool down. Mamma wants more."

He stopped moving, breathing heavily. "Take it out if you have to, but don't come yet," she said.

"I'm okay now, Mom." Tommy said, and started fucking again.

Evelyn had been right on the edge when Tommy had stopped and came right back up again. She started coming.

"Do it fast, baby, fuck Mamma, fuck your mamma… I'm there, I'm coming!" She lifted her pelvis up from the couch to meet his thrusts. "Go ahead, let yourself go, honey. Come inside your mamma's pussy, fill me with your stuff!"

She was thrashing beneath him when he shot off. The white jizz spurted, gob after gob, until he was dry and lay heavily on her heaving body. Then they both lay rigid, gasping for breath.

"You're a good boy, Tommy, and I love having you fuck me, but we really musn't do this anymore." Evelyn finally said.

"Why not? I love you, Mother."

"Well, because it's not natural. A son isn't supposed to fuck his own mother."

"Why not? What's wrong with it?"

"For one thing, you should be fucking girls your own age. The world is full of young girls that like to be fucked. And if you must fuck a mother, should be someone else's mother."

He thought of Eva in the bedroom. "I have fucked someone else's mother," he said, figuring that Eva was someone else's mother. Almost.

"Don't make up stories, son. It won't change my mind. You should be out fucking other girls, girls your own age."

Tommy jumped to his feet. "I'm not making up stories, Mother. I'll show you."

He went into the bedroom to get his proof, but Eva wasn't there. He searched the room. He searched the bathroom and the other bedroom. She was gone. She had run out on him when he needed her. Girls were untrustworthy. They let you down in the clutch. He went dejectedly back into the living room, his eyes glazed with angry tears.

"What's the matter, darling?" she said, sitting up.

He started to tell her, but stopped, deciding she wouldn't believe him, anyway. He wasn't sure he believed it himself. He pushed her back down and knelt beside the couch.

"Let's do it again, Mom. I can get it up if you'll help me."

His mouth closed over one of her big, ripe nipples. It swelled hard between his lips while his hand played in the sticky hair between her thighs.

"No, baby, no. We shouldn't," she whispered, her hand slipping down between his legs. His prick was soft and slippery, but it responded to her gentle masturbating. He is such a good boy; perhaps one more time, she thought. "That feels so good, Tommy," she said softly, feeling her nipple all fat and excited inside his sucking mouth.

Eva gave birth to twin boys. They were fine strapping boys and she was very proud. She had gotten very big her last month, and went nowhere until her trip to the hospital.