Mary Jenkins - A mother_s forbidden passion

"Come on, Tony," the lovely blonde mother urged, pulling her son along the hallway. "Let's see what's happening in there."

Tony followed obediently, blindly, as they crept along the darkened corridor. As they neared Ken's bedroom, he saw that the door was standing partially open, as if left in haste, and light from a nightstand lamp issued forth pale illumination.

Bette, too, saw the door standing open and she was filled with wild excitement at the way her plan was working. She could hear the harsh, animal-like sounds emanating from the bedroom as they neared the door, the moans and grunts, the harsh wet slapping of naked flesh fucking against naked flesh. And she knew that her son could hear them, too, for his face was taking on a shocked look of disbelief.

They reached the door, stopped, and then took the final step forward, together, which allowed them to see inside the room. What was transpiring there, blatantly obvious on the bed not six feet away across the room, caused a startled gasp to issue forth from Tony's young throat. He stared incredulously at the scene. No, it's not possible, he thought dazedly, sickly. Ken my Uncle Ken he's oh my God, he's on the bed and naked with Debbie it's Debbie, my girl, and she's ooohhh Jesus, she's letting him fuck her in the ass with his cock, she's playing with his balls while he's fucking into her asshole from behind.

"My my God, Tony!" Bette whispered against his ear, in pretended horror.

"Look look at what they're doing in there!"

Tony was looking, he couldn't help but stare at the tableau of animalistic pursuit being enacted in the other room. His eyes bulged wide as he peered through the partially open door, trying to fathom deep in his soul the reason for what he was seeing, the actions of his uncle, of the girl he had thought he loved, which had led to this incredible sodomy. But he couldn't imagine them, he could only stare at the two on the bed in shocked confusion, rooted to the spot as he had been in watching his mother and Uncle Ken two nights ago.

Bette pressed up tightly against him, her soft warm body against his hard one, her eyes feasting on the same lewdly inciting sight as his were, at her ex-husband's brother's long hard penis that was only two nights ago slithering hard and fast up into her own pussy, fucking mercilessly in and out of the young teenage girl's tightly constricting anus. God, he was really giving it to the snooty little bitch! And she deserved it, every painful inch of it, every painful second of Ken's big hard cock driving deep up inside her bowels! Bette clutched at her son's arm more tightly, her eyes liquid, unable to look away either from the lustful sight. She rubbed her breast almost unconsciously against Tony's arm, her naked hot breast that he had clasped in his hand only a short while earlier.

Tony felt his mother's firm, full body rubbing against his own flesh, but at first his mind was filled with thoughts of Debbie, thoughts whirling crazily of what he and the voluptuous young girl had had together, of the love he'd thought he felt for her. But this girl, this carnally excited little bitch having her asshole fucked by a man old enough to be her father, by his own uncle, this wasn't the same Debbie he loved, was she? But but there could be no denying what he saw, and Tony knew that he should hate the little slut for what she was doing in there, for her betrayal of his love and trust, and yet, curiously, he couldn't hate her at all. He was a different individual than he had been two days ago, than he had been even that very morning – what he had experienced, done with his mother at the lake made that an irrefutable fact – and this different person, this new Tony Clark, was not capable of hating a girl who was doing almost the same thing he had been doing with his mother those few short minutes ago.

Tony's awareness of the hot, firm flesh of his mother came then, her body pressed against his, her firm nakedness under the blouse she wore. Her cunt, a wild irrational part of his brain cried suddenly, what does my mother's cunt look like and feel like? Oh God, what would it be like to put my cock inside my own mother's cunt, to send it slowly, lovingly, pistoning in and out of her tight hot pussy.

The lewd, obscene thoughts caused molten fire to surge through the young man's loins, caused his prick, already once satiated by his mother's soft warm mouth, to leap into arousal and bulge the front of his pants. The sight of his uncle fucking his hard erect penis into Debbie's tight brown anus added fuel to that fire, but it was by no means, even standing there, the most important or enticing sight – no, it was his mother's body, thoughts of his mother, which sent Tony's cock thrusting upward in blood-boiling rigidity.

His hands began to squeeze his mother's arm convulsively, then slid around as if with a will of its own and located the soft pliancy of her firm quivering breast. He stroked it lovingly, passionately, turning his body slightly toward her without taking his eyes off the wildly fucking couple in the other room, so that his burgeoning prick was pressed against the firmness of his mother's thigh. His breath came faster, faster, and his lips caressed the side of her face. "Mom," he moaned almost inaudibly, "oh my darling Mom!"

The lovely blonde mother had been staring in at Debbie Mason being sodomized by her ex-brother-in-law, and the lascivious tableau had caused her pussy to flower with the juices of renewed passion. The heat soared and swirled in her belly, causing her nipples to harden under the blouse, and she could feel the trembling erectness of her clit nestled between the wet pink folds of her hotly fired cuntal lips. She had meant only to be indignant, outraged, horrified at what was happening in the bedroom, the same emotions she expected from her son, but when he had only stood staring with shocked immobility, she too had done the same – and the absolute lewd carnality of the scene was now having its effect on her. She had wished her son would rush into the room, scream out at Debbie, call her vile names, hit her but he had only stared, not moving.

Only now he was moving, but not into the bedroom, no, he was moving against her and his hand had slipped around to knead and fondle her breast, he was breathing hotly against her face, whispering to her. He he was aroused! She could feel his hardness pressing against her leg! Instead of being horrified by what he was witnessing Debbie and his uncle doing, he was excited by it and he wanted her, he wanted to fuck his mother!

The lovely Bette's heart hammered with indecision as she pressed hard against her son, let him kiss her face and press his erect hard cock against her leg. Passion churned within her, for she wanted him as much as he wanted her, in spite of herself her own desires were fired by the lewd act in Ken's bedroom – and yet, this was not the time, this was not the place, if she succumbed to her lustful desires she would be no better than Debbie.

Then, suddenly in that moment, Bette realized with complete insight that they weren't really different at all, that they were alike, she and Debbie – female creatures of the flesh, seeking pleasure and excitement, seeking orgasm and masculine lovemaking sensual women who couldn't control their desires, who had to have release. Yes, yes, it was only a matter of degree, not of kind where Debbie loved no one but herself, she, Bette, loved deeply and completely her son, Tony and and yes, yes, she loved Ken too, she realized that now, not as deeply as she loved her son but it was love nevertheless, what they had had together two nights ago was too good to be a product of anything else.

All these thoughts flashed disjointedly in the lovely blonde's mind, and as they did so the passion she felt leapt higher and higher now, becoming the ruling emotion within her. She turned her body hard into her son's hot, restless one, her mouth joining with his and bringing forth a low, almost inaudible cry of delight from deep in his throat. Her hand slipped down to rub at his virilely swollen young cock inside his trousers, and Tony's fingers were fevered on his mother's breast and back as he filled her hotly receiving mouth with his tongue. Then he was sliding her blouse up, mindless with desire, and cupping and kneading her firm, resilient breasts as he had by the lake. Bette stroked his burgeoning penis, holding it so that she could slide it up and down her secreting pussy slit beneath her shorts, moaning around his wildly working tongue in her mouth.