James Wilson - American incest patterns

"Fuck," his mother told him. "I'm going to fuck you good, Son. That's the only way to cure your masturbating all over the toilet seat every day. From now on, whenever you get a bone on, you fuck your mommy and don't waste it with a hand job."

Before the boy could reply or defend his tendency to masturbate, the mother began to pump her hips up and down the boy's pole of cock. His clawlike hands reached up and grabbed hold of her flying tits.

"Yummy," he babbled. "Give me cummy. Give me cunny nummy. Give me all you've got."

The woman laughing with joy and fulfillment, shouted back, "And I'll take all you've got. Every inch. Every Goddamn, fucking inch. Every horny, sonly inch of prick. I'll cure you of jacking off. I'll cure you," she kept on shouting at the top of her voice.

In a very short while, the woman thumped her cunt to blow off. The camera hovered over the shooting cannon of sonly meat, and then examined the wilting dick that still clung to the lips of the incestuous cunt. Then, the motion picture reeled to an end.

Naturally, my own son Ted was visibly affected by such a disgusting moving picture that his grandmother contrived to show him.

"Did you like the show?" Grandmother Grace asked my son.

Ted could hardly find his voice. Naturally, he was shocked. He had never heard of a mother having sexual relations with her own son. And the sight of the filthy piss-on scene had revolted him, too.

"Didn't know that boys fucked their own mothers," Ted replied in a feeble voice.

Grace asked. "But wasn't it exciting? Didn't it turn you on? It turned me on, darling."

Ted looked shaken. "Turned you on? In what-what way?" he asked in his innocent voice.

"Heated up my cunt," was the brazen reply.

For a moment, Ted didn't reply. He had never heard his grandmother use such gutter language. The state of his penis was definitely not one of arousal. It was soft and limpid and in no mood for a hard-on.

Continuing in her own, filthy way, the grandmotherly looking woman turned on the lights and stood up. "I'll show you what I mean, Son," she told Ted. Before he knew what was happening, she yanked up her skirt and wriggled down the brief panties. Then, she stood before him, her legs spread apart, her cunt in full view.

"It's all heated up, darling," she told Ted. "Look at the lips. Aren't they red and thick. And look at my cunt-cock. My female prick. I've got a hard-on, dear. Your poor, old grandmother has got herself a great, big hard-on. But what good does it do me?" she asked. "I haven't got a boy friend. And all the old men I do know are too Goddamned old for me. I need something young and stiff," she purred. "Something that can take charge and boss my cunt around."

The exposure of his grandmother's genitals and the sound of her filthy, disgraceful talk began to affect Teddy, sexually.

My son's cock erected.

Grandmother Grace looked down at the bulge between Ted's legs and exultantly exclaimed, "Why darling, did the sight of your granny's box turn you on? Do you want to feel it? Do you want to kiss it? Tell me, darling. What do you want to do with your granny's big, hot box?"

Ted replied and didn't even recognize the sound of his own voice. "Fuck it," he blurted out. "Want to fuck it. Got a bone on. Got to sink it into something soft and hot and juicy."

Grandmother Grace's eyes sparkled. She looked like a young woman again. "Of course, I'll fuck you Grandson, dear," she said, her full, red lips curving back in a wicked smile. "But how? How do you want Granny to fuck you, dear?" Quickly, she told him. "I'll do it any way you want. Any way," she exclaimed again to emphasize her willingness to perform in an incestuous way.

She added. "I'm shock-proof. What are your fantasies, dear. When you jack off, don't you have a special kind of fantasy you favor above all others?"

"Yeses," Teddy said, thoughtfully. "I do."

With her cunt still exposed, Grace rubbed up against my son. "Tell me what it is, dear," she urged, breathlessly. "Tell me what kind of jack-off fantasy my baby grandson has."

Ted began to describe his most recurring masturbatory fantasy. "This woman is sitting on the john with her legs spread wide apart. I'm on my knees between those legs. I stick my tongue up her cunt as I jack off. I mean, I'm stroking my cock. After I blow her, we reverse positions. She straddles me, and pumps out her fuck. While she's doing this, I'm sucking on her titties."

"Beautiful," Grace sighed. "What a beautiful vision of cunt suckery." Quickly, she added. "Of course, you can eat my cunt while I'm seated on the john. You can stick your tongue clear up the crack. I'll even sit up higher to let you run your tongue under my ass and lick my asshole. Wouldn't that be neat?" she asked me smilingly.

The thought of sucking a woman off while she was seated on the john boned up my son again. "Yes," he confessed. "That would be neat. But…" he hesitated.

Grace was already beginning to disrobe, to expose her grandmotherly body in front of my son. "But… what?" she asked.

"You're my grandmother," Ted said with a release of breath. "A grandson isn't supposed to eat his own grandmother's cunt."

Grace quickly reproved him. "Eating my cunt isn't any different than eating any other cunt," she contended. "Close your eyes if it's going to bother you!" She assured him. "Once you stick your tongue up the crack, or get a taste of my hot asshole, it won't make any difference what relation I am to you. The desire of your prick will take over. And you'll find it is more exciting to think of me as your grandmother. Just think," she gushed, excitedly, "not every young boy gets the opportunity to eat his own granny's pussy-box. You'll find it most exciting. And I'll let you lick my bum, too. You'll love it I assure you."

By now, Ted's cock was in such an agitated state, he could no longer argue with his grandmother. "All right," he replied. His voice sounded shaky. "I'll do it. But I still don't think it's right."

Grandmother Grace squeezed my boy's stiff prick. "Your cock must think it's right," she laughed. "Now, don't be silly and follow me into the bathroom."

Ted followed Grace into the can where they both disrobed. At sight of his granny's nude body, the boy's eyes bulged. She was better proportioned than he had expected. And the sight of her old pussy didn't turn him off at all. To the contrary, the gray hairs of cunt turned him on.

"You've got a lot of hairs," he whispered in an anguished voice.

Grace plopped her ample cheeky ass down on the toilet seat and spread her legs. Patting the fur piece, she laughed, "Come and get it, dear. It's all yours." Then, she braced herself on the wood board and raised her legs up a bit. "See," she explained, "when I raise up in this way, you can stick your tongue down under my cheeks and lick my asshole. You'll love the odor when you're good and hot. Your daddy always went for the smell of a hot ass, too."

Ted dropped to his knees and positioned himself between the legs of his old grandmother. Then, to make certain he didn't get afterthoughts and try to renege on his promise to eat her pussy, the woman clamped her thighs tight against the facial cheeks of my son. Now he was trapped, and she had no intention of freeing him until he did his tonguing duty.

As things developed, that worry should have been her last one. Once Ted caught a smell of the hot, sexy cunt, he let out a whimper of gratitude and stuck out his tongue. The tip of the tongue caught the tip of the clitoris, and Grace let out a yelp.

"That's right, Grandson," she shrieked. "That's the place to eat. Roll your tongue all over my prick. Bite it between your lips and pull back like it was an earthworm. Pull on it, Son. And while you're pulling, suck. Roll the tongue all over the clit shaft and wet it with your saliva. Don't stop, darling. Eat cunt! Eat your granny's cunt," she continued to exhort at the top of her lungs.