Randy Lincoln: Even Grandmas get it!

It was Monday morning and Helen was still in bed. Sprawled naked on the sheets, she was stabbing at her clit with the tip of her middle finger. Her thighs were flung wide apart, her feet placed it upon the mattress, and she was bouncing her ass up and down on the bed. Her immense white tits bobbled wildly on her chest. Suddenly, with a hoarse cry, she thrust her fingers into her sodden pussy and began fuck big them frantically in and out. She was pretending that her hand was her son's hard cock.

She knew that she had to have him again. There was simply no doubt about it. Her hand was a damned poor substitute for his raging, pounding prick, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she had to fuck him again. She had to be patient, though. She had to wait until her mother was no longer staying with them.

Just then, as she was arching her back in anticipation of an impending orgasm, she heard the front door open downstairs. Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Helen needed only a second to realize whose they were.

It was Jason. For some reason he had come home early. There was no one else home – her mother and daughter had gone shopping – and the house would be empty for at least another hour.

It was just the opportunity she needed.

Helen got up out of bed and took a quick look at herself in the vanity mirror.

Helen went to her closet to take out her sexy, black outfit, but stopped when a better idea hit her. Why not simply stroll out into the hallway totally nude? No one, including Jason, was supposed to be home just now, and that gave her an excuse to parade around stark naked.

With her cheeks hot and her pussy tingling, Helen quietly opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway. Jason was in his bedroom having left his door wide open. Helen pretended to be heading for the bathroom as she sauntered past his doorway, her big tits swinging and swaying with every step.

"Hey, Mom – how you doin'?"

Helen wheeled around with a great show of feigned surprise and made a futile effort to cover up her tit and pussy, Jason, who was standing half-undressed in front of his closet, was gaping at he in wide-eyed delight.

"My goodness, Jason! When did you get home?"

"Oh, just a few minutes ago." Jason's eyes roamed freely over his mother's naked body, and it was obvious that he was enjoying what he saw.

There was a momentary silence. Helen could feel her nipples stiffening and her pussy-juices oozing out between her thighs. She knew that her son was as turned on as she was. He was staring at her voluptuous tits and pussy, and she could see a huge bulge in the crotch of his slacks.

"Jason? We have to talk. And I guess this is as good a time as any." She dropped her arms to her sides. "I guess there's no point in my trying to be modest with you, is there?"

Helen came into the room and walked wound the end of the bed, conscious of Jason's eyes frankly following her every move. She sat down on the side of the bed, waiting while Jason sat down beside her. He sat with his legs wide apart, his knee pressing against her naked thigh.

"Jason," she said softly, resting her hand on his thigh, "what happened between us was very special. And I want you to know that I have no regrets for myself."

"I feel the same way," Jason murmured.

"But, darling, I'm worried about you." She shook his leg insistently and slid her hand higher up his thigh. "Incest is such a strange thing, and I'm concerned that it may have been a traumatic experience for you. Tell me, dear, what are your feelings? Are you terribly upset that we fucked?"

Helen moved her hand still higher up his thigh, aware of his obviously growing prick.

"I want you to analyze your feelings," she said, "and figure out what made you want to fuck me. What is it about me that turns you on?"

Jason said nothing, merely gazing down at his mother's magnificent body. The boy was so turned on that he was shaking, and the swollen bulge in his pants was so huge and taut that it looked painful. On an impulse, Helen put her hand directly over his prick and gently squeezed it.

"God, baby, you're hard as a rock right now! What is it that made you so horny? I know I have al beautiful body – is that it, dear? Tell me what turns you on. Is it my big tits?"

"I don't know, Mom!" Jason whispered.

"Well, all right, we can talk about it later." And with that she abruptly stood up, leaving Jason gaping at her in surprise.

"Mom, wait a minute!"

"Can talk about it later, dear. I've got to go an take my shower now, okay?"

Helen turned and sauntered out of the room, feeling Jason's eyes following the undulations of her asscheeks. Her heart was pounding. As she walked across the hallway, she was hoping her handsome, virile son would follow her into the bathroom.

As she stood there beside the shower, clutching the towel-rod for support, she shuddered with frustrated desire. What she wanted to do now, more than anything, was to run back to Jason's room, snatch off his pants and suck his gorgeous cock.

Reaching into the shower stall to turn on the taps, Helen caught a glimpse of herself in the broad mirror over the bathroom sink. Her body looked lush and inviting, and she knew that Jason couldn't resist the jiggle of her magnificent tits. Sure enough, as she straightened up, she heard the soft pad of footsteps behind her. A pair of muscular arms encircled her waist as his stiff, hot prick-shaft pressed against the smooth cheeks of her ass.

"If you really want to talk, Mom," Jason murmured next to her ear, "why don't we take a shower together?"

"Oh, dear me!" Helen sighed, letting her head drop back on his shoulder as she surrendered herself to her son's embrace. "Jason, darling – I'm serious!"

"You asked me to analyze my feelings," he said, sliding his hands up over her belly and cupping her tits. "Your body just drives me crazy, that's all! Isn't that enough?"

"I don't know, baby. I just don't know." Helen was trembling with arousal. Her son was eagerly fondling her tits and gently pinching and stroking her tingling nipples.

"When you came on to me the other night, I couldn't believe it was really happening. It was like a ream come true. That's why I acted so unsure of myself."

"I understand, baby." Helen reached back with both hands and stroked her son's muscular thighs. "I just have to know that it's what you really want."

"I've always wanted to fuck you, Mom." Releasing her left tit, Jason dropped his hand down to her crotch and began massaging her pussy. "I just never dreamed that you felt the same way about me."

Helen covered his hand with her own and show him how she liked to have her pussy rubbed. "That night was like a dream," she said. "I wanted you so bad."

"I want you right now," Jason said. Holding her lover body tightly, he guided his stiff prick between her thighs and pressed the cock-head up against her pussy-lips. "Mom, I want to fuck you right now!"

"AU right, dear," she said. "I want it too." Bending forward, she braced herself against the aluminum frame of the shower stall and spread her feet apart on the tile floor.

"Put it in, baby! Let me feel your cock inside me!"

Jason eased his hips forward, sliding his missive cock into his mother's slick pussy.

"God, I can see it going in!" he cried.

"Does that turn you on, baby?" She felt him move his hands up and grasp her hips as he leaned back to give himself a better view as he fucked her.

"Yes, it does," he said. "I can see my cock going right into your pussy – and coming out – and going in!"

Helen turned her head and discovered that she could watch them fucking, too – in the mirror over the sink. The view was spectacular and intensely arousing. She noticed then that Jason had turned and was also watching them in the mirror. For a brief instant their eyes met, and the look of lust she saw in her son's eyes made her shiver with a thrill of forbidden desire.