Mary Jenkins - A mother_s forbidden passion

Tony drove swiftly, as he liked to do; he was a good driver, and the Corvette responded to the deft, sure commands he placed on the gleaming sports car. Debbie leaned close to him, pressing her thigh against his across the chrome console, pressing her swelling soft breast against his arm, and he could smell the fragrance of her jet-black hair as she snuggled her head onto his shoulder. The handsome teenage youth felt his breath catch in his throat at the nearness of the beautiful, provocative girl, and he felt a fresh surge of the love and desire he had come to feel for her. He was the luckiest guy in Westridge, maybe in the whole state, to have such a warm, passionate, lovely woman as Debbie Mason was, and his heart threatened to burst with pride every time he was seen with her. He couldn't wait to make her his wife, to settle down into a home with her and have two or three kids – an existence that would make him blissfully happy for the rest of his.

Debbie whispered, "Tony, sweet?"

"Mmmm?"

"Let's go up to Lookout Peak and park for a while." Her voice was husky and soft, and she rubbed her breast against his arm like a cat.

"Gee, Deb, I don't know. I want to get home tonight. Like I told you, it's kind of a special occasion."

"Sweetie, let's park for just a little while," Debbie insisted. "I'm on fire for you tonight."

"Deb, we're going out tomorrow night. We can go up to the Peak then, and…"

"Tony, baby, my pussy is wild for your cock right now," she breathed throatily. "I'm hot as hell for you."

"Deb I wish you wouldn't talk like that," Tony scolded her. "You know I don't like it."

"You liked it Monday night," she giggled. "You liked it when I told you how I wanted to take your big cock in my mouth and suck on it like a…"

"Deb!"

"Oh, all right, you old prude," she pouted.

"Deb, I want you too, you know that. I can't get enough of you, honey. But well, tonight just isn't a good time. Try to understand, okay?"

"I understand," Debbie said coolly.

"I'll make it up to you tomorrow night, I really will," Tony told her, feeling a stirring of desire in his loins, for the sexuality she exuded affected him like an aphrodisiac every time he was with her. "I'll do it to you three times, in three different positions, and then I'll eat you up, I'll eat all of you up!"

Debbie giggled again, delightedly, forgetting her pout. "Promise, sweet?"

"Promise!"

"Okay, then," Debbie said, and rubbed her breast against his arm kittenishly again. "I can hardly wait!"

They reached Westridge and drove through the quiet dark streets. When they neared Ken Clark's home, Tony said, "Listen, Deb, why don't you come in for a few minutes before I take you home? You can have a glass of champagne, and get to know my mother a little. I know she and Uncle Ken will still be up; we haven't been gone very long."

"Oh I guess I could," Debbie acquiesced. "I really like champagne."

"Good," Tony grinned, and squeezed her thigh possessively with his free hand. Debbie caught his wrist, slid his fingers into the tight, hot crevice between her legs, parting her thighs slightly to accept his hand.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" she crooned contentedly.

Tony turned the Corvette onto his uncle's street, then into the driveway alongside the house, the quiet engine making a soft purring sound in the stillness – nothing more. He switched off the engine and the lights, and he and the lovely young girl slipped out of the car.

Taking her hand, Tony said, "We'll go in through the kitchen. Uncle Ken always keeps the door there unlocked, and I forgot my front door key."

"Okay."

They started along the cinder path which hugged the side of the sprawling, modem house. It was very quiet, with just the sound of the crickets to disturb the silence. Through the partially open living room window just ahead, Tony could see the flickering light from the fireplace, which told him that his mother and uncle were, indeed, still up. He and Debbie moved forward – and it was then that they heard the sounds coming from inside the living room.

They were low, moaning, panting sounds, co-mingled with the distinct labored squeaking of couch springs, and both teenagers stopped. Debbie leaned against Tony, whispering, "What was that?"

"I… I don't know."

"Let's go look!"

"Deb…"

But she was leading him off the path, over to the window; the drapes had not been fully drawn across it, and there was a foot-wide section which allowed them both to see clearly into the house, into the living room illuminated brightly by the dancing flames of the pine log fire.

Tony's eyes blinked rapidly for a moment, then focused on what was transpiring on the couch before the fireplace, on the sight of the two sweating, nakedly straining bodies plunging against one another there. It it was his Uncle Ken! And… and… and… Oh Jesus Christ, no! His mother!

His mother and his Uncle Ken were fucking in wild, heaving abandon before his very eyes!

A startled, disbelieving gasp strangled in Tony's throat and he stood absolutely motionless for a long, breathless second. Then his body began to sway and his vision clouded, and it seemed for a moment he would collapse. He put out his hand blindly, encountered the wall beside the window, and leaned his weight against it, his brain filled with the searing mental image of his mother, his mother, receiving every hard, throbbing inch of his uncle's thick, hard penis in the soft hair-fringed folds of her plainly visible pussy! He couldn't believe it, he just couldn't Tony rubbed hot, viscid sweat from his eyes with his free hand, clearing his vision once more, and then stared at the carnally lustful sight his stupefied brain was having difficulty comprehending.

It was true it was horribly, terribly, impossibly true!

The shocked young teenager fought to sort out his wildly swirling thoughts, fought to clear his brain of the haze of his benumbed senses, fought to search his soul for some explanation to the lascivious carnality being enacted there before him in his uncle's living room. But he couldn't conceive of an answer, could only stare as if hypnotized at the salacious actions of the woman he had thought he could forgive and love again, and of the man who had always been so gentle and kind to him. Dimly, he felt an overpowering desire to turn and run, run far away from the shocking view, but he was somehow powerless to move. It was as if his legs were no longer a part of him, unresponsive to the commands of his brain. He stared with bulging eyes at the lewd sight, at the twisting, naked form of his mother, at the contorted ecstasy on her lovely face, at the soft litheness of her body glistening in the flickering firelight while his uncle pounded savagely into her wide splayed cunt with his long, hard penis.

Suddenly, insanely, Tony's cock too, began to stir and throb crazily in his pants, to rise slowly into an erection as he stared at the sexual antics being performed in front of his eyes. No, no, he couldn't be getting excited, he couldn't! And yet he was he was becoming aroused watching his own voluptuously built mother, the woman who had borne him, the woman he wanted to love again, being fucked shitless by his own uncle!

A deep moan of despair coursed through him silently. You bitch, you filthy bitch, he thought sobbingly. Oh Goddamn you, why did you have to come home, this is your fault, I know it is, you did this, you seduced Uncle Ken, you did this, Mom, damn you!

But the abrupt and unreasoning hatred he felt for his mother in that moment had no effect whatsoever in dispelling his arousal. The sheer lascivious actions of the nakedly writhing couple on the couch just a few feet away held him spellbound, and his cock was a screaming thing seeking escape from the cage of his trousers. Emotions fought and raged within him as he continued to stare with wild eyes at the scene in the living room, hearing their moans and cries, hearing his mother groan, "Oh yes, yes, yes, that's it, Ken, darling, give it to me good, oh you feel so good inside me, aahhhhhhh! I don't think I can hold back much longer!"