Robert Vickers: Her lover son

Larry withdrew, then slammed forward again. His mother groaned, "Uuuummm, goood, Larry, so goood! Fuck my asss!" Her passions mounted higher and higher as Larry picked up the speed of his stroking.

The friction became virtually unbearable as Larry made one huge thrust after another into the grasping, hot tunnel of Joleen's ass. His piston action continued until his balls felt as if they were ready to explode.

Joleen's reaction to the fucking of her virgin ass was even more potent. The fire kindled in her loins spread like napalm. She was engulfed in the radioactive fires devouring her innards. The buried spike of Larry's cock seemed to be the center for the intense, wonderful sensations radiating throughout her belly.

The woman bounced a bit on the soft bed and the springing action shoved her son's prick even farther up her ass. Lance after sweet lance of flame licked at her and gradually crept along her nerves until her entire being shook and trembled in reaction.

There was no gradual building toward an orgasm for Joleen. Not this time. The velvet and iron grip clamped down on her and tossed her high on the hurricane winds of ecstasy before she was aware of what was happening. Joleen floated and soared and sailed until her body was drained of all energy. Never had she felt so sexually sated as when she finally drifted down from that incredible sexual high.

Larry had felt his mother's body go rigid with climax. His own was quick to follow. The idea of fucking his mother was a turn on; fucking her up the shit chute was even more exciting to the youth. His cock seemed to expand even more, fill up the tiny diameter of the woman's asshole to capacity, before it literally exploded.

A flood of jism dynamited into Joleen's ass. Larry bucked and hunched in his lust as his mighty cock spewed out its fiery load. All too soon, his cock began to deflate and Larry looked down between his legs. His once-proud cock dribbled out of his mother's ass amid a flow of his own cum. White gobs of the sticky cream clung to his prick as the fleshy rod rapidly shrank. Larry felt weak, and collapsed onto the bed. Joleen curled up next to him and quietly said, "That was super, or whatever you call it, Larry."

"Super? You mean it was one hell of a fuck!"

"Right on!"

Then they drifted off to sleep, curled up against each other like young lovers.

The afternoon sunlight filtered in through the window bathing the sleeping mother and son. Joleen stirred and reached out. Her hand found warm flesh. She began to stroke it. The firm muscles under the asscheek she found began to flex. In a few minutes, Larry turned over and took his mother in his arms.

"Morning, Mom. How's things?"

Joleen began to wipe the sleep from her eyes.

Her hangover was gone. For that she was glad. But the guilt still remained. She had fucked her own son. And she had done it twice!

Her answer was weak. "All right, I suppose."

Larry laughed harshly. "Still hung up over what we did? Hell, Mom, no reason to be. If the old man's no good, you deserve someone better. Right? I just happened to be around."

"Is that all you think about… about screwing your own mother?"

Larry's eyes widened slightly. "Yeah. What more do you want me to say? I really got off on it. You're one hell of a good lay."

"Y-You're not feeling the least bit guilty? I mean… incest!" Joleen's brain had cleared and the fog of booze had gone. The full impact of what they had done had hit her.

"Incest? Shit, that's just a scare word out of the Dark Ages. I dig you, you dig me. We make a good team together in the sack. And you've got a damn tight cunt. And don't tell me I'm not any good at fucking. I've fucked enough chicks to know what's good and what isn't."

Joleen studied her son. She believed her son when he said she was a good lay. Joleen knew she was, and that bothered her quite a bit.

Her sex drive was strong, and Harold insisted on the old "wham, bam, thank you, ma'am!" style of fucking. If he ever took more than ten minutes to ball her, she had forgotten when. And he never even tried for a second time. Said he didn't like sloppy seconds. Harold usually rolled over on his pot belly and went to sleep, snoring loudly.

Joleen looked at Larry. Maybe he had the right idea. Why did she even bother to stick around with Harold? That bastard didn't really mistreat her physically. He was more cunning. All he tried was mental torture. He kept her locked in a golden cage so that she wouldn't get out and find some other stud to service her.

It was Harold's bad luck that Larry was around.

With him, Joleen thought she might have found the way out of her money-lined nest. She had been afraid of leaving Harold because he was able to give her lots of nice clothes, a good house and a new car every year.

The one thing he didn't give her was a good fucking. Ever.

Joleen couldn't even be sure Harold loved her.

"Maybe you're right, Larry."

"Hell, yes, I'm right! And you know it! Don't you?" her son demanded.

Joleen thought for a few seconds as she studied his deep black eyes, now blazing with cold intensity.

"You're right," she admitted, and meant it.

"Now what are you going to do to get out of here? It's pretty plain that we can fuck all we want. But you need more. Besides, Katherine's enough to wear me out. I'm not putting her on ice, even for my own sweet, tight-assed mother." Larry's tone was conversational.

Joleen marveled at how calmly he took all this. She was lost in a bewildering flood of emotions.

It must be the new morality, she told herself. He could accept all sorts of things that her upbringing told her were wrong. And Larry seemed to be the happier right now. He seemed to be better adjusted than she ever had been.

What use was money if it made you unhappy? It was certainly no good to Joleen since it didn't bring her even a moderately good fucking. She had toyed with the idea of going out and finding a stud to service her. The money could be wormed out of Harold if she played her cards right. She could nag him until he gave her some to shut her mouth. If only he were freer with his money and less so with the stuff like cars and clothes and furniture.

Joleen knew that she could really knock out a dude if she wore some of the clothes she had hanging in her closet and never had the chance to wear. That brilliant red dress slit up the side that exposed her legs, thighs and ass and let her tits dribble out the top would make any man's cock hard.

But she lacked the courage to go out to a bar and get picked up. Joleen's strict upbringing and religious hangups caught her in a really bad trap.

"So why not come to a party over at Katherine's tonight?" Larry had seen the distracted look in her eyes and had guessed what she was thinking.

"A party?" Joleen was unsure of herself. She knew what kind of parties Larry had been going to.

"Yeah. Don't get so uptight. You don't have to smoke dope unless you want to. Most of the people that show up usually bring a bottle. You know. Wine. Sangria or whatever."

"Wh-what do you do at the party?"

"It's just a party. Come along and see for yourself. But you'd better leave your Puritan morals here if you decide to come. It'll be over at Katherine's pad. You know where she's at."

Without further discussion, Larry lithely vaulted out of the bed and walked off. Joleen watched him go. His taut muscles rippling as he walked made her cunt ache for him again. How she needed a man, a real man – and all the time!

That decided her to go to the party. She didn't want to get involved with the drug scene, but Larry said people showed up and just got drunk. That suited her fine. And maybe she could find someone who'd be willing to fuck her. Someone who would be good at it. Someone she could enjoy in bed.