Mary Jenkins - A mother_s forbidden passion

"I I never wrote any note like that," Ken exclaimed in a shocked voice.

"Oh, I get it," Debbie whispered huskily. "You've had a change of heart since you wrote it. Well, I know how you really feel now, don't I? There's no use in kidding ourselves. I came to you, just like you asked, and in spite of my better judgment. I should be home waiting for Tony. But since you said you'd be alone, I thought I'd come over and let you give me a good, quick fuck before I see him. I really do like that big cock of yours inside me, sweet, just the way it was yesterday, and I can't wait for it to fill me up again!"

"You're you're crazy!" Ken whispered fervently, but Debbie just laughed insolently, provocatively, and stepped past him to enter the house as if she owned it. Her hips switched exaggeratedly as she walked into the living room.

Ken stared after her, confusion reigning supreme in his body, wanting to scream at the little bitch to get out of his house, to get out of it right now and yet he couldn't take his eyes off her sensuously rolling young buttocks, remembering the feel of their softly squirming cheeks beneath his kneading fingers yesterday, the way she had moaned and writhed and flung herself against him in the cabana while he had emptied great gushing torrents of his hotly boiling cum into her tight, hot young pussy.

Involuntarily, Tony's uncle felt his cock spasm into half-arousal in his pants, felt himself losing control again just as he had yesterday, and a low moan of self-loathing died in his throat. He was sick, that's what he was, sick to be captivated and enthralled by a girl young enough to be his daughter, by a young cruel bitch who didn't care about him or Tony or anything but her own hedonistic pursuits and pleasures. There was no note, Ken thought bitterly. It was something she made up, an excuse to come over and torment him again.

He went into the living room, and the black-haired teenage girl was standing there with her hands on her hips, her abdomen thrust out lewdly to him. "Do you want to fuck me here or in your bed, Ken honey?" she asked lewdly. "I'd like it in your bed, if you want the truth. I love to fuck in a bed, a big soft bed with a big hard cock."

"I-I don't want you anywhere!" Ken cried confusedly. "I want you to go away, leave me alone, leave me alone!"

Lazily, seductively, Debbie stepped up to him and stood so that her large, firm young breasts were almost touching the front of his shirt. "There's no use in trying to kid me, honey. I can see how much you want me. I can see it by the big bulge there in your pants. You've got a hard-on just thinking about fucking, you can't deny it, sweet. Your big cock gives you away."

Her obscene words, her bold actions, sent Ken's mind into a whirlpool of fear and trepidation. And yet, they also caused a quickening of his pulse, hot tingles of desire to shoot through his loins, his prick to jump into even further arousal in his pants. His eyes were fastened on the rise and fall of her breasts, on the taut, flat mound of her tight young cunt and the wild ecstasy it offered.

Oh Christ! His desire-weakened mind cried. It's happening again and I can't stop it!

"Well, sweet?" Debbie asked. "Where shall we fuck? In your bed?"

"N-no, I… I…"

The black-haired young girl laughed softly, delightedly. Boy, oh boy, she thought, is he shook up! I can do anything I want with Tony's uncle, anything at all, and what a great feeling it is to be able to turn a big strong man like him on. He's better than any cock I've had he really knows what screwing is all about mmmm, tonight I think I'll let him shove it into my asshole I haven't been fucked in the asshole in a long time, and with his huge prick it should really feel great.

Still chuckling wickedly, Debbie pressed her young hot body tightly against Ken's, her mouth finding his and grinding hard against it, her hands sliding familiarly over his buttocks. He tried to resist, tried to force her mouth away from his, but he seemed to have no strength or real will to oppose her. Her hot wet tongue lashed between his lips, a hot poker of desire blending against his own, hot and fevered, fucking his mouth, fucking it rapaciously.

Ken, all at once, stopped fighting. There was just no use, no use at all; he couldn't control himself; he had to have her again, he had to! His mouth opened wider, his body relaxing, and he crushed her against him, his fingers brutally kneading her buttocks through the material of the hot pants, his loins grinding his now-rock-hard cock urgently against her young cunt, a low moan of abandoned desire escaping from the very core of him.

They stood like that, sucking on one another's tongues, exploring one another's bodies with their eager hands; then Debbie broke the kiss and stepped back breathlessly. "Let's go in the bedroom now, sweet," she breathed. "Let's get into your bed and fuck and fuck and fuck!"

"Yes, oh yes!" Ken heard himself reply, his body on fire, the heat of his desire blanking his mind again just as it had the day before in the cabana. He didn't care about anything in that moment, not about Bette or Tony or himself and his mental salvation – all he cared about was driving his hard, throbbing shaft deep up into the tight eager young belly of this predatory bitch in whose web he was undeniably entrapped.

Tony gasped in shocked surprise as he felt his mother take his hand and place it over her breast, squeeze his fingers onto the soft, warm mound. His penis gave an involuntary leap in his trousers, and his heart thudded wildly while his brain spun in disbelief at his mother's wanton action. He tried to remove his hand, but she was holding it tightly across her palpitating flesh, and the softness of her breast was like electrical volts running up the length of his arm and exploding in his brain.

"My God, what what are you doing, Mom?" he managed to protest in a hoarse voice.

"Tony darling, I love you, I love you desperately!" she answered pantingly, her eyes half-lidded sensually and probing into his. "I want to prove that to you in the best possible way." She took his hand lower, sliding it under the bottom of her loose blouse, up along her naked belly, holding it then over the rich, soft, hot sponginess of her pliantly bare breasts, the palm pressing tautly against the turgid nipple capping her firm mound.

The teenage youth gasped again, and he twisted on the seat, staring down at his mother on the seat beside him. Her bare breast sent fiery needles through his whole body now, and the sweat on his forehead increased. His brain continued to spin; he didn't understand, couldn't fathom in that moment what was happening here.

Her son's hand made Bette shiver with lascivious delight as she held it pressed over her trembling breast. "Oh son, son, your hand feels so good on my breast! I like you to hold me like that; I love you to!"

Tony couldn't seem to breathe. The sweat had flowed down into his eyes now, obscuring his vision. Christ, what was she doing? He was her son, not not Ken or one of her lovers; didn't she realize that? His mother what had come over her, acting this way? Was she was she so sick as to want him to to want her own son to fuck her the way Uncle Ken had fucked her two nights ago?

Bette turned her face up to his, breathing warm sweetness against his skin, her eyes shining and deep in the darkness of early night with something Tony had seen only on women who were about to be loved – women like Debbie when he held her naked in his arms. She began to move his hand around and around her breast, the palm rolling her rigid nipple in tantalizing little circles that caused her breath to come faster and faster from her mouth, her entire body trembling now with desire. Tony was frozen, unable to stop her actions, his arm and hand flaccid clay in his mother's dexterous fingers, his stomach a pit of fire at the prurient sensations which had begun to course through him from her manipulations, from the feel of his mother's naked flesh. His cock jerked and trembled, coming erect in his trousers, and he thought, No, no, this is wrong my God, no, I've got a hard-on, and it's the feel of my own mother's tittles that's giving it to me I'm just as hot as I was last night, watching her getting fucked by Uncle Ken yes, yes, so excited and all because of my mother.