Chapter 5 - Motherly Love

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Margaret Randall watched John Muller's car pull away, bearing her daughter to her first dance. She felt suddenly drained, as if she'd just been put through an emotional wringer, and shook her head, not quite comprehending what had just happened. It was too much, happening too fast – first Melissa seeming to have turned some sort of corner and they were actually able to get along without fighting for an entire evening. Then she'd had all her buried memories of her first true love with her high school friend, Celeste reawakened by seeing Melissa's budding deep friendship with Stephanie Muller – and the disturbing discovery that she was having incestuous desires for her own daughter and the very real indications that those desires were reciprocated. And then, the complete surprise at finding herself with butterflies in her stomach from her initial meeting with Stephanie's father – she couldn't ever remember any man having that kind of effect on her.

With another rueful shake of her head, she turned and closed the door, heading into the kitchen to busy herself cleaning up the supper dishes. By the time she'd finished, she was still no closer to understanding what was going on inside her heart, but she'd developed a bad headache. Earlier, while still aroused from helping Melissa dress in her first real, sexy evening clothes, she'd planned on curling up on her bed for a long session with her special `toys' she kept in her nightstand drawer. But now, with her head starting to pound, she opted for a long hot bath instead.

Since there was only one bathroom in the house, she normally waited until after her children were in bed before tying it up for a long time, but she didn't feel like waiting that long tonight. Keith appeared to be ensconced in his room, but she thought she ought to let him know first, in case he needed to use the bathroom first.

She walked quietly up the stairs and noticed that Keith's bedroom door was shut. However, there was a light still on, visible under the door. She stepped up to it, knocking softly, and calling, "Keith?"

There was a sound of sudden movement, and Keith's muffled voice, "Uh, just a minute, Mom. I-I'm not dressed."

Interesting, thought Margaret. The boy was jerking off again? And, if Melissa's account was true, he'd been at the same thing just before dinner. He must be both very horny and inexhaustible. She felt her cheeks burn, appalled that she would be having such thoughts about her own son.

Suddenly impatient, she called in a more irritated voice, "C'mon Keith. I'm in a hurry." Now why, she wondered to herself, was she so anxious for him to open the door? Why couldn't she just ask him her question through the door?

She didn't have time to analyze her feelings further, because at that moment Keith opened his door. Margaret blinked rapidly and found her breath quickening. Keith stood there, completely nude except for a t-shirt which he held in front of his crotch to cover his cock and balls. However, his sides were bare and Margaret could clearly see the well-muscled sides of his ass. But that wasn't what made her breath catch in her throat. Rather, it was the realization that, while she was occupied with her own problems and sorrows, her son had grown into a gorgeous young man. He was perfectly muscled, and his shock of unruly blond hair gave him a devil-may-care look that was accented by the insouciant look on his face.

He apparently resented having his masturbation interrupted in the first place, and was further aggravated by her nagging to hurry, and so was trying to `teach her a lesson' by appearing at his door in his present state of dishevelment. Well, if he thought he would shock or disturb his mother, he would be a whole lot more shocked to know what kinds of thoughts his appearance was causing her. Margaret felt her knees grow inexplicably weak when she noticed the slight flush of his face, the thin sheen of perspiration that coated his skin – obviously, he had been right in the middle of his masturbatory exertions - but mostly she noticed that his scent was so profoundly male. It had been so long since she'd experience the smell of a young, very horny man that she felt herself almost giddy.

"What is it, Mom?" Keith asked, more puzzled than irritated after her long silence.

"I-I just w-was going to take a bath," she stammered, still confounded by the appearance of her son and the effect it was having on her. "I've got a bad headache, and I thought it might help. But I thought that maybe you might need to use the bathroom before it did, since I might be in there a long time," she finished weakly. Why did she sound so lame, she wondered?

"Uh, no, that's okay, Mom. I'll be fine; enjoy your bath," he said with a look on his face that made it clear he still didn't understand why she'd had to disturb him. Then, his conscience pricking him, he added, "I hope your head feels better."

Margaret thanked him, resisting the impulse to tell him she hoped his did, too. Whatever was the matter with her, she wondered before walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. She hadn't had randy thoughts like that for years, and now all a sudden she was unable to keep from having them about both her kids. She mulled this over while the tub filled and she finally slipped out of her clothes and slid into the steaming water, fragrant with her favorite jasmine bath oil.

For several minutes she simply relaxed in the heat of the water and let her mind drift. Soon, however, images began to creep into her mind – the way Melissa's large and tender breasts had felt pressed into her own when they'd held each other that afternoon and the sexual electricity they'd both undeniably felt in that moment, and the even more profound effect when they'd first hugged and then kissed as she was dressing in the closet. As she remembered the soft curve of her daughter's plump young body and the way Melissa's nipples grew erect during that kiss, her hand stole of its own volition down her pliant, voluptuous body and between her large thighs, coming to rest between the lips of her already-oozing pussy.

She sighed with pleasure and had already begun the slow, teasing circles of her clit with her fingers that she always used to start her masturbation sessions, when she suddenly realized what it was she'd been fantasizing about. Shaking her head, appalled at the depths of her incestuous desires, she resumed her gentle fingering of her swelling clitoris, but this time trying to keep her mind focused on one of her more usual fantasies.

But try as she might to hold her thoughts to one of the erotic stories she'd read recently and had thoroughly enjoyed frigging herself to just the previous night, other images kept intruding. She remembered the way Keith's solid, well-muscled body had looked, with just a small bit of cloth held in front of his privates. As she thought about it, she realized that her son had had a large hard-on at the time. She hadn't noticed or hadn't wanted to at the time. But now, as she replayed the scene in Keith's doorway in her mind again, she realized that the form of an erect cock had been clearly visible draped under the thin cloth of his t-shirt.

Margaret moaned out loud as the image she'd denied before burned itself into her consciousness, and her fingers increased their tempo of circular rubbing on her now yearning clit. Her hips began to undulate slowly up and down in involuntary response to her rapidly growing arousal, and her breathing began to deepen markedly.

Once again, she pulled herself up short with the realization of the source of her erotic stimulation. She couldn't understand what was happening to her. She felt more aroused, more sexually alive than she'd felt in years, and yet all she could think about was obscene visions of her daughter and son.

She tried again, slipping fingers deep within herself while using her thumb to keep firmly stroking her clit and with her other hand she began to tease her warmly mocha-colored nipples into erection. She thought that maybe if she just worked on stimulating herself, she could keep from thinking about her forbidden desires for her own children. For a while it worked, and she increased the speed of her lewd hand motions in her cunt, trying to get herself off as quickly as she could before any more perverted thoughts could creep in.

But as her level of erotic excitement increased, the images flashed before her mind's eye again, all the thing's she'd seen and done that evening since returning home. First Melissa's, then Keith's bodies kept appearing before her, along with the feel of her daughter's skin and the smell of her son's sexual arousal. She thought about Melissa at the dance, and felt a pang of jealousy, not because she wanted to be at a dance herself, but because she wanted her daughter to be there with her, kissing her with unexpected and totally improper passion.

Then she remembered John Muller, and the way his eyes flashed warm and kind and the way his voice inexplicably shook her and then she almost laughed in relief. Here was a subject she could fantasize about guiltlessly, and she assaulted her cunt with almost mad ferocity, plunging her fingers deeply into her welcoming vagina while pulling and pinching her large, firm nipples with unaccustomed roughness. She kept her mind focused on his eyes, imagining looking into them as he gazed down at her, his cock driving repeatedly into the depth of her cunt. She groaned with pleasure at the thought and slid her free hand from her breast down to her broad, soft ass, raising her hips to allow it underneath to where she could force a finger into her tightly puckered asshole.

Her breath was reduced to ragged gasps, rattling hoarsely in her throat from her arousal and erotic exertions, and she moaned aloud at the sensation of her ass being penetrated. She felt herself nearing the point of orgasm and focused her attention now on her already-throbbing clit, flicking her fingers rapidly back and forth across it, tweaking it relentlessly. Her hips rolled of their own accord, rhythmically forcing her finger deeply into her anal cavity. She loved the feeling of her butt hole being filled as she came – being fucked in the ass was one of the things she had enjoyed most about sex with her ex-husband Joe. Of course, he imagined that he was hurting and degrading her, which is why he kept on doing it. She never let on how much she loved it, or he would have either stopped altogether or increased the level of violence until she was seriously injured, and she knew it.

Now, however, with the sweet pain from her anal sphincter giving a delicious edge to her rapidly approaching climax, a new image sprang into her mind – that of John Muller fucking her cunt while her son Keith fucked her in the ass, while her daughter Melissa spread her legs apart over Margaret's face and lowered her hot young cunt to her mother's waiting lips and tongue, allowing her to eagerly lap up the thick pussy juices, shoving her tongue as far as she could up into her daughter's virgin hole. She knew even through the haze of her extreme erotic arousal that she should not be having such thoughts, but she was too far gone into her fantasy to resist. Indeed, the total perversion of that doubly incestuous vision proved the trigger that launched her long-anticipated orgasm, and she helplessly surrendered the last vestiges of her pride and decency, giving herself over completely to the fantasy, allowing the images to play on in her mind unhindered while her body writhed and convulsed in passion, small cries and rough grunts escaping from her twisted lips as she came.

The climax was one of the most intense Margaret had ever remembered, and it drove through her thrashing, ample body relentlessly, wave after shuddering wave of pure pleasure coursing along her nerves like electric shocks while her imagination peppered her consciousness with one image or sensation after another. First the feel of John's large cock (it was large in her fantasy, of course, but fit within her perfectly), then the sharp note of her son's smaller prick reaming her nether hole while the remembered scent of his male arousal filled her nose. Finally, the imagined clean and salty taste and soft, slick feel of her daughter's cunt in her mouth, her clit throbbing along with her own orgasmic rhythm. She moaned loudly, the sound pinched off as each new orgasmic spasm wrenched her only to resume as the climax momentarily released its grip on her.

She had long since abandoned any attempt to censor the perverted fantasy rolling through her mind; quite the opposite – she was reveling in the complete wickedness of the forbidden lust. The resentment of all those years playing the dutiful wife to a man she didn't love, the deadly dullness of always doing what was expected of her, and the outrage at having it all be for nothing in the end boiled through her in a potent concoction, spewing forth in this unexpected and incestuous form. But whatever the reason, she found as the orgasm began to fade that something had been burned away in the course of it, some burden she hadn't even known she was carrying. She felt alive and free, and wanting to share her love and her body with people who really loved her. And who loved her more than her own children?

Besides, she pondered as she remembered the disturbing interludes with Melissa earlier in the evening, it seemed like her daughter actually returned the sentiment. She didn't think she was mistaken; she had instantly recognized the look of undisguised sexual desire she had seen in Melissa's eyes as mirroring her own. If she had any trepidation about dragging her daughter unwillingly into a new level of their relationship, she didn't think she needed to worry on that score, not after the way they'd kissed in her closet, her bare breasts soft and warm through the thin material of Margaret's blouse. That was definitely not a normal mother-daughter kiss – it was the kiss of two lust-filled women.

Her son, she'd have to see about. But he had been pretty bold appearing at his door nude except for his t-shirt held strategically in front of him when she'd knocked. Had he been trying to tell her something? Make some kind of invitation?

She mused on this as she relaxed in the tepid water as her breathing returned to normal. She languidly soaped up her body, washing herself without hurry, then sank low into the water to wet her hair. As she shampooed, she was surprised to realize that some kind of barrier had been broken in her mind. She no longer even tried to shame herself into repressing her incestuous desires. She felt like she'd wasted so much of her life already, and while she was still young and at the peak of her sexuality she resolved to make the most of it with everyone she loved.

While she certainly wasn't averse to sharing her body with people outside the family (she thought of John Muller's fascinating eyes with a lascivious twinge), she refused to feel guilty about feeling lustful desires for her own flesh and blood. Neither of them were children anymore; both were showing all the signs of being ready and eager for sexual experiences. She wasn't about to drag either of them into something they didn't want, but she was firmly decided in her mind that if they shared any of her incestuous yearnings, they would have plenty of opportunities to express and act on them. She almost laughed out loud, she felt so relieved and unburdened. She wondered how long she'd been secretly harboring these feelings, unwilling to face them. And then, in a single evening, it was amazing to her how quickly they'd come out, and even more amazing how quickly she was able to accept them.

She ran her hands over her ample, rounded curves, luxuriating in the smooth feel of her skin. She noticed a bit of roughness on her legs and decided she'd better shave. She wanted her body as attractive as it could be if she was going to try to seduce her children. Not children, she reminded herself. Horny young people who deserved to be seduced by someone who loved them as much as she did. Thinking about touching, kissing, licking their young bodies made her cunt tingle again, and she began to stroke her clit gently as she one-handedly soaped and shaved first one leg and then the other. She had to switch hands to be able to shave both armpits but kept the insistent pressure on her sensitive clit all the while.

She was about to replace the razor in its cubby by the tub, when the thought occurred to her to shave her pussy as well. She'd never tried that before, though she'd read about it numerous times in the magazines of erotic letters which she often used as a prelude to her masturbation sessions. It was supposed to make her cunt more sensitive to the touch and some men were supposed to like the bald, little-girl look, too. Well, she thought, since I'm trying to convince young people to have sex, maybe they'd like it. Besides, she giggled to herself, wouldn't Melissa be dumbfounded to find out she had more cunt hair than her mother?!

She opened the tub drain to let a little of the water out so the lather wouldn't keep washing away, then soaped her cunt up and, starting with the thick thatch of coarse, curly red hair at the panty line, began scraping away with the razor. She found it was more difficult than she thought, and realized that if she'd been planning better she would have trimmed the long hairs as closely as possible with a scissors first. It was too late for that now, though, so she continued her effort, constantly having to rinse and feel for stray pubic hairs which had escaped. Eventually she worked her way down into the crotch, being very careful not to cut the sensitive labia.

Fortunately, she was blessed with almost no body hair deep into her vulva or ass crack, so she was able to finish before the water was completely cold. But rather than get out of the tub, she ran some more hot water to rewarm it, and then began to admire her newly-bald cunt. It looked odd to her, like it belonged to someone else, and she noticed sensations around it – the heat of the water, the slight movement of air currents – much more keenly than she did before.

Experimentally, she stroked it gently with her fingers, and gasped at the heightened sensitivity. She enthusiastically began to tease and caress the smooth flesh, relishing the feel of it and the way it responded, instantly stoking renewed erotic arousal. I wish I'd done this years ago, she thought to herself as she lay her head back and closed her eyes, sighing with pleasure while her fingers worked themselves deeply into each slippery fold and crevice.

As she increased the tempo of her lewd manipulations, she allowed her mind to drift into a new fantasy. But this time, rather than resist involving Keith and Melissa, she willingly sought out their images, thinking about the shapes of their bodies, the way they moved, and how they might look together. Together! This was a new thought – if they were willing to fuck their mother, why not each other? Margaret turned the thought over in her mind. Interestingly, the idea didn't make her jealous in the least; rather, she found it profoundly arousing at some very deep, basic level. The idea of the two products of her own body loving and pleasing each other was a surprising turn-on for the thirty-two year old mother – it was as if she would be there and involved by extension, participating through their connection with her own body.

As her fingers slid rapidly in and out of her silky-smooth pussy and her other hand stole back underneath her to its customary position being shoved into her ass hole, her mind raced, imagining her son and daughter fucking each other while she held them both in her arms, encouraging them with obscene suggestions, urging them on in their incestuous rutting.

She didn't know if her fantasy would ever come to pass. On the one hand, she wasn't sure she could seduce them herself, let alone convince them to try fucking each other. On the other hand, they were both young and obviously incredibly horny – with the opportunity to follow their lustful instincts, it might happen. Regardless, the thought of a ménage a trios with her young teens made her nearly delirious with desire, and she responded by pushing three fingers each into her ass and her cunt holes, the pain of the stretched sphincters only heightening her illicit arousal.

Moaning piteously, she continued to ream both orifices in her crotch with her hands, filling her cunt and ass up and then retreating in a rapidly increasing rhythm. The water in the tub splashed and sprayed as her large body heaved and writhed with her obscene exertions, but Margaret was oblivious to the water spilling onto the floor. Her mind was filled with images of her son's smooth cock sliding in and out of her daughter's eager pre-teen cunt, their lips meeting in lewd congress, tongues thrusting in and out and drops of saliva stretching into thin strands between their lips as they parted, gasping in their incestuous pleasure.

Without warning, Margaret felt the orgasm she'd been straining for slam into her like a locomotive. This was no series of pleasurable contractions – this was a raw, howling tidal wave of sexual fury that gripped her body and seared her mind, leaving her quivering spasmodically, completely helpless in its path. She rigidly held her fingers inside her ass and cunt holes, gripped by the convulsive constrictions of her anal and vaginal muscles, while her body shuddered and her heart thundered in her chest. She was finding it difficult to catch her breath, and still the climax continued to intensify, like one continuous electric shock of ecstasy. Her back arched involuntarily, carrying her hips, with her fingers still tightly lodged in her ass and cunt, clear out of the water. She heard a roaring in her ears and her vision compressed to a tunnel, and then she blacked out completely, her limp body collapsing back into the tub, sending a resounding wave of water out onto the bathroom floor.

 

When Margaret finally opened her eyes again, it took her several moments to even remember what had happened. She sat groggily up in the tub, noticing with a groan the large puddle of water on the bathroom floor. Her hands were so sore and cramped, they felt like they'd been run over by a Volkswagen. Her pussy and asshole both throbbed with a dull ache and felt like they'd been stretched too far.

She realized that she couldn't have been out that long, because the water in the tub was still warm. However, looking at the water she noticed to her mortification and great annoyance that her bowels had apparently emptied during the final stages of her gut-wrenching orgasm. She quickly stood to get out of the fouled bathwater and drained the tub, shaking her head at the intensity of the experience. Margaret had never in her life had an orgasm that even came close to matching the one she'd just had. Could it really have been all due to fantasizing about incestuous sex with her children? The immediate answering tingle from between her legs as her cunt began to ooze slick juices of arousal confirmed that, yes that was the reason indeed.

She frowned to herself. Was she really that much of a pervert? She didn't feel evil or bad in any way. Quite the opposite – she felt more wonderfully free and alive than she'd felt in years, and full of love for her son and daughter. It was that love which was driving her desire, making her want to share everything with them, including her body. She wondered if she would still feel the same if she didn't feel like her children shared, at least in some way, the same feelings? Certainly she'd gotten definite lustful vibes from Melissa – that kiss in her closet hadn't been an accident. Keith she wasn't so sure of; he was a funny guy, and kept a lot of things to himself. Maybe she'd just stop in and see him again after she got out of the bath.

She pulled in the shower curtain and took a quick shower to scrub off the small pieces of shit that had clung to her after her orgasmic `accident', and she reluctantly shampooed and conditioned her hair again as well. She had a momentary surprise when she went to wash between her legs and encountered the smooth, hairless surface. The intensity of her orgasm had completely pushed out the memory of the fact that she'd shaved, and she marveled anew at the sensation. It felt so nice, in fact, that she was tempted to try fingering herself into another orgasm right then and there, but the fact that her legs were still wobbly from the last one, and also that the water was beginning to run cold convinced her to step out of the tub at last.

She threw some spare towels onto the floor to mop up the spilled bathwater, wrapped another towel around her body and one around her head, and opened the door, pausing only long enough to gather up the sopping extra towels from the floor. She went quickly into her room, wanted to take a little time in preparation before she visited Keith again. She did note in passing that the door to his room was now open.

In her room, she pulled off the towels and sat at her vanity in the nude, blow-drying her hair, brushing it into its fullest body, then carefully applied some subtle makeup, finishing up with some of her best perfume, which she sprayed into her hair, and then mischievously spritzed a bit between her pendulous breasts and down her slightly plump tummy. At last she stood and admired herself in the vanity mirror, turning this way and that as she evaluated the new, bald cunt between her legs. She liked the look, she decided. It made her look like she was ready for sex, which she was, she thought with a soft giggle.

As she went to her closet to pull out a short and very sheer purple satin robe, she noticed to her annoyance that her headache, which had completely disappeared in the course of her masturbation, was starting to reappear. Well, she thought, that's no good – I can't be frigging myself all the time. However, the thought of her going through a day constantly masturbating – fixing breakfast, driving to work, going through meetings and phone calls at work, driving home, fixing dinner, and going to bed – all the time with her fingers constantly working in and out of her pussy, caused her to giggle out loud. She wasn't sure which would get tired first: her fingers or her pussy. Well, she could always plug in one of her vibrators to take the strain off her hand after a while.

She realized that her idle daydreaming was keeping her away from Keith, and she also realized that she must have been subconsciously delaying on purpose, because now that the moment was here, she felt unaccountably nervous, like a schoolgirl on her first date. What's to be afraid of, she asked herself? It's not like I'm going in there to try and seduce him tonight (Oh, yes – please, cried another part of her mind). I'm only going in there to drop a few subtle hints and see how he reacts. That's all. All, she sternly reminded that part of her that was desperately begging for more, much more. Patience will win out, and I don't want to scare the poor boy off.

With that, she pulled the purple robe on and checked her appearance one last time. The garment showed off her legs to their best advantage, plump it was true, but smooth, without a hint of cellulite. It barely covered her ass, and it was cut low and loose enough in front that she could do quite a bit of teasing just by bending forward a bit. She also saw with satisfaction that her nipples stood out proudly, barely concealed by the thin material. That'll do, she concluded, and stepped lightly out of her bedroom and down the hallway to her son's.

"Hi," she greeted him from the doorway, "Can I come in?" The sight of him nearly caused all her recent resolve for patience melt away. He was lying on his bed on top of the covers, reading a book, his body illuminated by the single reading lamp above the headboard. He was wearing nothing but a loose-fitting pair of thin cotton sleeping shorts, and Margaret gulped when she realized that she was being treated to a magnificent view of the boy's balls up one leg. Keith seemed unaware of his exposure, for he made no attempt to readjust his position when she entered. Margaret wondered if he actually might have been posing. Hmm, she thought. Who was seducing whom here?

"Sure," he answered simply. He moved to one side of the bed in clear invitation for her to sit next to him. Margaret smiled and sat down on the bed, partially twisting her body to face him. The move also parted the opening of her robe slightly, offering a slightly naughty peek at the curved side of her right breast. Two can play at peek-a-boo, Margaret thought with a secret chuckle.

"How was your bath," Keith asked politely. "Did it get rid of your headache?"

"It did," she replied, wincing slightly, "For as long as I was in the bath. But it's coming back now."

"Maybe I can help," suggested her son. "Here, turn around with your back to me."

What are you up to, dear boy, wondered Margaret as she complied? She got her answer in the form of Keith's strong fingers as they began to knead and squeeze her shoulders and neck. The effect was immediate – warm waves of relaxation began to instantly course through her.

"Ohhhhh!" she sighed, "I can't begin to tell you how good that feels! Where did you learn to do that?"

"Mr. Robertson, down at the school," Keith answered, "You know that old black guy who comes in and volunteers as the school trainer?" Margaret nodded once to indicate she knew who he was talking about. "Well, the story is that he used to be the trainer for some pro football team, the Rams, or something. I don't know if that's true," he went on as his fingers probed his mother's tense neck and shoulders, "But he seems to know what he's doing. If one of us gets a cramp or a pulled muscle, he can work it out in no time."

"Well, you seemed to have learned a thing or two yourself," Margaret complimented him, both grateful and surprised at her son's expertise. What other hidden talents did he have that she knew nothing about?

"Thanks," he mumbled, embarrassed at the praise. "I'm glad if it helps."

"Oh, it helps, it helps," she said with feeling. "I definitely don't want you to stop."

"Well," Keith started, then hesitated.

"What?" his mother said encouragingly, curious about what he might suggest.

"Well, don't, like, get the wrong idea or anything, but I could, uh, I mean if you didn't mind..." Keith stammered.

"Keith, I'm sure I'd be happy to go along with whatever you're trying to suggest, but you've got to spit it out," his mother laughed, amused at his bashfulness. What could he possibly be thinking of? She hardly dared to breathe for fear of spooking him.

"Well, it's, uh, I mean, maybe I could give you a full-back massage. It feels really good, but you've got to do it with oil on your back. Your bare back, you know?"

Margaret laughed out loud again, scarcely believing how well things were working out. She wondered if the "bashful" bit were just an act and he really were trying to seduce her in turn, but she decided that he really was just as sweet and innocent as he seemed. Patience, she reminded herself, her sensitized pussy noticeably oozing liquid.

She turned to face him and was amused to see that his cheeks were bright red. She placed a hand softly on one of his thighs as he knelt before her on the bed, and said gently, "It's okay. I understand what you're saying, and I think that's really sweet of you to offer. And very gallant to be embarrassed by it," she added, raising her eyebrows meaningfully. "I would love for you to give me a full-back massage."

"You would?" he said with a look that showed his relief at not getting in trouble. "I mean, that's great! Only – I don't know if we have anything like the kind of oil Mr. Robertson uses," he added lamely.

"I've got some baby oil in my bedroom that would work perfectly," his mother assured him. "In fact, why don't we go in there? The bed is bigger and more comfortable for me to lie on, and that way we won't risk getting your sheets all oily."

"Sure, Mom. Whatever you want," he said. Margaret couldn't swear to it, but he almost sounded eager. Once again, she couldn't tell if he was really innocent or he genuinely desired her and was simply cautious about being too forward. Since he seemed to be bold enough to make suggestions, she resolved to let him set the pace and see where it led.

She rose up off the bed, taking her time about pulling her robe back closed again and didn't miss the quick flick of her son's eyes as they lingered, exploring every inch of the exposed flesh visible between the hems. She pretended not to notice to avoid embarrassing him again. She also pretended not to notice the prominent bulge in the front of his shorts, but she was secretly pleased that her subtle teasing was having an effect on her horny young son.

Secretly hopeful that this would take a while, she reminded Keith to switch off his reading light, and they wended their way together through the gloom of his darkened bedroom into the light of the hall.

Once in her bedroom, she considered lighting the candle on her nightstand, but decided that would be too obvious, and opted instead for leaving the small work light over her desk on, turning out the main overhead light. She smiled at her son, who grinned back somewhat nervously while she pulled down the bedcovers and laid out two towels on the exposed sheet as a guard against the oil. She retrieved the bottle of baby oil from her vanity and wordlessly handed it to Keith before climbing onto the bed. Kneeling with her back to her son, she shrugged her shoulders out of the thin robe, carefully working it down to her waist as she lay face down upon the towels. She found that the knot on the front of her robe sash was poking into her stomach uncomfortably so she reached under herself and, raising her buttocks slightly, undid the knot before lowering herself to the bed again.

"Okay," she said softly to Keith, "I'm ready whenever you are."

Keith gulped. He couldn't believe that his mother had already basically stripped to the waist right in front of him, but her last maneuver when she raised her hips up to do something with the front of her robe had pushed the bottom edge of the garment upwards so that the entire bottom half of her ass was now exposed. Furthermore, he'd clearly seen right into the crack of her cunt briefly, and the sight had unnerved him considerably. He knew that he should have been shocked or grossed out – after all, this was his own mother. But all he knew at the moment was that a very sexy woman was lying almost completely undressed in front of him and asking him to rub her body. Mother or not, his cock was completely stiff.

Ever since Melissa had revealed earlier that afternoon that their mother masturbated and reminded him that she was only thirty-two years old and was, in her opinion, a "damn sexy woman", Keith had been turning that over in his mind. He hadn't ever really looked at her "that way" before, not like she was a real woman and not just his mother. He didn't really know what to think.

When she'd interrupted his jerk-off session earlier, insisting that he open the door immediately even after hearing he wasn't dressed, he was irritated enough that he'd been tempted to fling open the door stark naked. But at the last minute he'd chickened out, primarily because, while he might have been almost bold enough to let his mother see him in the nude, letting her see him with a raging hard-on had been more than he was ready for, so he snatched up his cast-off t-shirt from the floor as a kind of fig leaf.

He'd been expecting to shock her or get some sort of reaction that he could use to point out how inconsiderate she was. But the look she'd given him had not been what he had anticipated – she had made him feel almost like she could see right through the shielding t-shirt at his stiff cock. It was a look such as a tiger might give when coming upon a goat tethered by a hut in the jungle; he felt like she was considering devouring him. It so disconcerted him that it had been some time before he could get into the proper frame of mind for jacking off again.

When he did, he'd finally settled into a fantasy about his sister, replaying the events of the afternoon and enhancing them, dreaming about her sucking his cock while she played with herself. His fantasy was so real, he felt like he could actually hear her cry out in erotic ecstasy. Then, to his amazement, he realized that he had been hearing cries like those, but it was his mother's voice, not Melissa's. She must be in the bathroom doing what he'd been doing in his bedroom. The discovery struck him as rather touching and sad; his mother was as lonely as he was, masturbating all by herself. This new understanding of his mother and his empathy with her solitude made him resolve to try to open up more with her and spend time talking to her. Maybe if he left his door open, she'd come in and want to talk after she got out of the bath.

He listened intently to his mother's erotic moaning, his interest and arousal growing. Realizing that she was unlikely to emerge any time soon, Keith got up and tiptoed quietly across the floor and eased open his bedroom door. Immediately the feminine orgasmic groans swelled in volume, and he could hear the sounds of water splashing around the tub violently. She must be really going at it, Keith thought with a lewd grin, and he began to stroke his own cock back to full tumescence even before he'd climbed back onto his bed.

As he lay on his back pulling and stroking his rigid cock, he felt an odd sort of connection with his mother, as if, even though they were in separate rooms, they were sharing this erotic experience together. One part of him knew that thinking about his own mother like that was perverted and disgusting. But the part that was touching his cock had no such scruples, and the fact that he'd already squirted his semen all over his own sister only a few hours earlier undermined his conscience still further. He firmly pushed the nagging inner voice of propriety aside to be dealt with later and concentrated on his swollen cock, timing his deep thrusts with his mother's loud groans and cries.

To Keith's dismay, the sounds from down the hall tapered off rapidly, and he concluded that she must have already climaxed. He grew acutely aware that she might be finished in the bathroom any minute and, despite his incestuous arousal, he was reluctant to let his mother actually catch him in the act of whacking off. He thought about getting up, closing the door, and finishing himself off but then remembered his promise to himself to try to talk more to his mother. Had he not already ejaculated three times already since early afternoon, he might not have been able to muster the willpower, but finally, with a deep sigh, he got up and instead went to his dresser and fished out a pair of the sleeping shorts he'd taken to wearing this past year instead of pajamas, which he now considered too juvenile for him. He lay back down on his bed and picked up the science fiction novel from his nightstand and began to read while waiting for his mother to pass by his open door.

Some time later, Keith looked up from his book, checked the clock, and realized that over twenty minutes had elapsed and his mother still had not come out of the bathroom. He was on the point of beginning to worry when he vaguely remembered hearing the tub water running and concluded she must have decided to re-warm the water and soak some more after her orgasm. He was about to turn back to his book when he noticed that the same kinds of sounds had started up again. She was masturbating again, he realized with delight, and laid aside his book in order to work his rapidly growing prick out through the fly of his shorts and begin stroking enthusiastically.

Keith couldn't believe the sounds his mother was making. He could even hear her tortured breathing as it was spiked by the most incredibly animalistic mewling and guttural moans. This was amazing – he'd never really even thought about his mother as having any sexuality at all before today, and now it seemed like she must be the hottest, most insatiable thing on two legs.

His own breathing had increased in depth and speed considerably as he listened, his fist pumping a quick rhythm into his crotch as it cradled his turgid prick. He looked down and admired the large, purpling head that swelled with each stroke of his hand. He had to strain hard to coax yet another shot of come out of it after all its previous activity, but he eventually began to feel the faint stirrings in his balls that signaled a load of semen starting to prepare itself.

Suddenly, from the bathroom there came a high, keening wail, then a tremendous splash, and then complete silence. Keith waited for a moment for the sounds to resume, and when they didn't, he began to get seriously concerned. He didn't have any experience with women and their orgasms, but something hadn't sounded right just then. In his worry, his cock began to shrivel, forgotten.

After waiting nearly a minute for some sort of sign of life from within the bathroom, he got up and walked quickly to the bathroom door, tucking his now flaccid prick back inside his loose cotton shorts. He was at the point of knocking and asking if she was all right when he heard movement, and then what sounded like a snort of disgust. He decided that whatever had happened, his mother was all right for the present, and tiptoed back to his room.

He had no sooner lay back down on his bed with his book, being careful to leave his door invitingly open, when he was puzzled to hear the shower running. First a bath, two orgasms, then a shower – it must be some sort of weird woman thing, he thought. He idly reached his hand under the edge of one of the loose leg holes of his shorts and began to fondle his balls as he read. He considered trying to jack off while his mother was in the shower, but by this time he found he was growing a bit sleepy and didn't really feel like expending the energy.

He tried reading a bit longer, but found his eyes growing heavy. Just when he had finally decided that his mother was never coming out of the bathroom and he might as well turn out his light and go to sleep, he heard the door open down the hall. Keith quickly pulled his hand out from inside his shorts and, stretching his eyes wide to try to look more alert, opened his book once more to see if his mother would choose to come in. To his disappointment, she swept by his door with scarcely a glance, the towel around her body giving him a nice look at her smooth, full legs as she passed and continued quickly into her room. Maybe she'll be back out after she gets in her nightclothes, Keith thought hopefully, resuming his reading.

It took much longer than he expected, and Keith was once again ready to give up and close his bedroom door for the night, but suddenly his mother was there, standing in the doorway and asking if she could come in. Keith looked up eagerly, then gulped. It really was as if he were seeing his mother for the first time, not as his mother but as a real live woman, thirty-two years old and beautiful in a full, voluptuous way.

Keith remembered his intention to try to talk more with his mother, so he scooted over on the bed to make a place for her to sit. Besides, he secretly wanted to get a closer look at her – the short purple robe she was wearing appeared to be so thin that he was sure he could actually make out her nipples protruding through the sheer cloth. As she seated herself, Keith swallowed hard when he saw that not only were his mother's nipples clearly displayed, he could even see the darker outline of the surrounding aureoles. He stared, fascinated at the large, full breasts, especially at the place where her robe had opened up slightly and he could see the exposed, naked skin on the side of one of them. The soft but pronounced fragrance of her perfume was making his head swim.

Finally he broke out of his lewd ogling long enough to ask his mother about her headache. When she mentioned that it was returning, Keith jumped at the chance to offer to massage her, thinking that he might be able to observe down the front of her robe undetected from a position behind her shoulders. To his delight, she readily consented, and he maneuvered into place and began to rub his mother's shoulders through the flimsy robe. As he worked on her neck, he attempted to subtly slide her robe open a bit more, and was rewarded with a magnificent view of nearly her entire right tit – he could even see the nipple now without the intervening cloth. His prick began to swell gradually, and he appreciated the fact that he was behind her where she couldn't see what a nasty boy her son was.

Keith was concerned when he started kneading his mother's neck that she would catch on to his surreptitious attempts to peek at her tits. But from the way she was sighing in pleasure at his ministrations, he decided she was unlikely to notice and he moved his head further over her shoulder for an even better look. He continued to work on her shoulders, which were quite tense – he wasn't surprised that she had a headache. But all the while, he stared with impunity at his mother's breast. From his new vantage point, he could see it in its entirety, the large, rounded curve of its shape, the darker milk-chocolate aureole, and the surprisingly large, firm nipple. As he pressed down with his fingers into her shoulder, he watched the breast bounce delightfully. He felt his cock harden to full erection, but didn't care – he didn't know when he might ever get such an opportunity again – he only tried to shift his body a bit so his protruding cock wouldn't give him away by poking into his mother's back.

His mother seemed pleased with his massage and when she expressed interest in where he had learned to do it, he proudly told her about Mr. Robertson. She appeared impressed and told him again how much she enjoyed it. He could feel that she was starting to relax, and she sounded genuinely appreciative. In fact, she was so appreciative that a daring idea sprang into his head. Could he actually talk her into letting him massage her whole back? Mr. Robertson had done that on him a couple of times, and he thought he could do it adequately on his mother. But more importantly from his lustful viewpoint was that it might give him the opportunity to actually touch her breasts, `accidentally' of course by letting his hands stray down her sides in the course of it. She might let him get away with it, she really might, he thought excitedly.

He fully expected her to indignantly refuse, but he was so horny by this time that he plunged ahead after a deep breath. He hemmed and hawed for several moments attempting to make the suggestion, but finally, with her encouragement, he got it all out. To his utter amazement, she not only liked the idea but proposed that they go into her bedroom.

He was beside himself with lewd anticipation, and the flames were only fanned further when he noticed that, as his mother was getting up from the bed, her robe parted even further. He gulped when he realized that it was open all the way down. He thought he could even see her pussy for a moment but wasn't sure since he didn't see any hair. He knew from seeing Melissa's cunt that afternoon that even fairly young girls had hair between their legs, just like he did. So maybe he was mistaken. But the thought that he even might have seen his mother's cunt excited him terribly. He hoped his sleeping shorts were loose enough to conceal his stiff prick; his mother appeared not to notice, in any event, much to his relief.

He followed her into her room and stood by, hardly believing how well his plan was working out. Even though her back was turned, he got a fantastic view of her breasts as she slipped her robe off her shoulders. And then when she flashed him the brief but unmistakable glimpse of her cunt slit as she adjusted herself on the bed, all he could do was swallow hard and try not to let his knees, which had unaccountably turned to jelly, collapse completely and dump him ignominiously to the floor.

 

So it was that Keith found himself viewing his mother's nearly nude body as she lay on her stomach on her bed, waiting for him to put his hands on her and rub her smooth, plump body. Hoping she wouldn't notice how much he was trembling or how much his heart was pounding in his chest, he climbed up on the bed and knelt beside her thighs as he poured a handful of baby oil into his palm and rubbed his hands together to warm it first, the way the school trainer always did. Margaret sighed deeply with pleasure and satisfaction as his hands touched her and began to work their way up the muscles on either side of her spine.

Encouraged, he applied himself to his task with enthusiasm, and soon he had her entire back glistening with the slippery oil. The aroma of the oil filled the room. (He didn't know it at the time, but for the rest of his life, Keith would feel his cock stir whenever he smelled baby oil, thanks to this night.) Margaret moved once to pull her hair up off her shoulders in what she realized was probably a losing battle to keep it out of the oil, but it also allowed her son unrestricted access to her neck and shoulders. Aside from that, she lay still and let him work, letting him know occasionally through sighs and compliments how much he was pleasing her.

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable straddling me?" she asked after a time in a voice she hoped sounded innocent. She loved the touch of his hands and fingers on her soft flesh, but she was beginning to yearn for the feel of more of his body touching hers, especially if she could maneuver him into grazing her ass with his cock. She couldn't tell if he still had his erection from her present position; he had certainly been sporting one after she had lain down on the bed. She was hoping that she might be able to work her robe up even further as he moved back and forth with his massage strokes, thus not only baring her ass to him but allowing her to feel the touch of his skin on her as well.

"Sure, okay," Keith said, curiously reluctant despite his profound arousal. In truth, he was worried that he might suffer the same kind of `accident' he'd had with Melissa earlier – the physical position it would put him in was uncomfortably similar. However, having said he would, he couldn't think of any way to now say he wouldn't so he raised his right leg and brought it over the backs of her thighs, settling his body onto them before leaning forward to continue his long strokes on his mother's back. Sure enough, each forward stroke brought his crotch into contact with her ample buttocks. He gritted his teeth against the surges of lewd sensation that flowed from his straining cock each time and hoped he could avoid embarrassing himself once more.

"Just a minute," Margaret said softly as she felt his hands run low down to the small of her back. Without letting her son know what she was doing, she tugged at the side of her robe, finally working it free of her body and tossing it casually onto the floor.

"Uh, Mom?" Keith whispered hoarsely, incredulous, staring down at his mother's now completely naked body below him.

"It's a nice robe. I didn't want to get oil on it," she answered mildly, though her heart was thudding in her chest. "Besides, that way you can keep going all the way down my legs, too," she added, only partially succeeding in keeping the mischievous lilt out of her voice.

Keith was thunderstruck. Here he'd been nearly overcome from just getting a peek down the front of his mother's robe, and now not only was she totally nude, but she was basically inviting him to put his hands all over her.

"Please don't stop, sweetie," begged Margaret at his hesitation, unsure if he had stopped because he was shocked or overwhelmed, "It feels really good."

Keith didn't have to be asked twice. He squirted a large dose of oil into his hands and began to work down from the small of her back, hesitating slightly as his hands reached the upward curve of her ass. She hadn't said he could touch her butt, she had said to `keep going'. So, with a here-goes-nothing shrug, he spread his oily hands over the expanse of her plump, milky ass cheeks, waiting for the protest he was sure was coming.

Instead, his mother moaned, "Ohhhh! Thank you," in a soft croon. She moved her ass slowly in response the rhythm of his hands, causing Keith's jaw to drop once more. He'd been fully intending to move quickly over her butt to see if his mother would object and then work on her legs. But with her obviously aroused reaction, he slowed his hands and began to knead the soft, yielding flesh of her ass.

Margaret sighed with each new motion, and Keith began to think he might actually dare to slide his fingers into the crack itself. Experimentally, he began to slip his fingers just a little deeper towards the dark crevice with each pass. Within a minute, he was working his fingers clear into the bottom of her ass crack each time, she still hadn't protested, and she seemed to have forgotten completely about having asked him to do her legs. Could she have actually wanted him to touch her ass? Keith was having a hard time believing that, but then he remembered her desperate orgasmic moans and cries from the bathroom. Maybe his mother was actually getting as turned on by this as he was.

Keith was now gently kneading the tender rounded lobes at the bottom of Margaret's ass, and Keith realized that if he pushed his fingers into her crack from there, he was actually going to touch her asshole. Trembling with anticipation yet certain that this time she was going to object for sure, he gingerly probed inward, deeper and deeper into the slick, warm crevice. Suddenly he touched the soft crinkly rosette of her anus.

Margaret reacted, but not at all as Keith feared. Instead, she groaned in unmistakable pleasure and, to her son's utter amazement, parted her legs to ease his access. He swallowed hard, and then resumed his massaging motions, culminating each stroke with a firm probe all the way to her asshole. Each time, his mother emitted a soft, incredibly lewd moan and raised her butt up to meet his incestuously probing fingers. Even in the dim light, Keith could now see the glistening slit of his mother's cunt each time. He was nearly faint with obscene desire. His cock was standing out so much that it finally had pushed its way through the fly of his thin cotton shorts. He desperately wished he could stroke it but was sure his mother would notice if he started massaging her with only one hand. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears and felt more turned on than he'd ever remembered.

"That feels so good, Keith," whispered the fourteen-year-old boy's mother. Her hips were undulating with each new tender violation of her ass crack, and she found herself wishing she could touch her throbbing cunt.

Keith paused a moment to pour more oil into his palms. Coating his fingers thoroughly, he once again pushed deeply into her crevice and this time, eased by the copious amount of lubricating baby oil, one of his fingers slid completely into his mother's asshole, burying itself to the second knuckle. Margaret gave a loud cry of what was really intense pleasure, but what sounded to Keith like a cry of pain.

He pulled out like a startled rabbit and was profusely apologizing even before he hand was clear of her anal crevice, "Oh, God, Mom! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I just slipped! I didn't mean to hurt you! Are you all right? I'm really, really sorry!"

Margaret didn't know whether to laugh at her son's unnecessary alarm or to cry in frustration at the unwelcome interruption just when it seemed like things were really starting to heat up. Finally she decided that the most important thing was to quickly reassure Keith so that he wouldn't get so uncomfortable with the situation that he retreated altogether.

"It's okay, it's okay, son," she soothed, forcing her voice to sound gentle. "You didn't hurt me in the slightest. You just startled me, that's all. I'm sorry I made you worry, I really am."

Keith breathed an audible sigh of relief. He was sure he was about to be sent from his mother's room with his ears blistered for both his clumsiness and his impudence. "You're sure? You're really not hurt? You're not mad at me?" he asked, still not daring to believe that he wasn't in trouble.

"No, I'm not mad in the least," Margaret laughed, deliberately turning on her side to look at her son, which caused him to goggle at the unrestricted view of her nude body. "Everything was feeling so nice. It was just – unexpected."

For some reason, Keith was having trouble answering; he could only blink rapidly at the sight of Margaret's breasts, so she finally had mercy on him and rolled back onto her stomach. She thought she'd probably done enough to persuade him to stay with that. But just to make sure, she added, "So are you going to finish my massage?" in her sultriest voice.

"Uh, sure. Yeah," Keith finally managed to whisper hoarsely. He was still stunned by the casual way his mother had let him see her completely naked body, and he was trembling so badly it was all he could do to stammer out his answer. "You, uh, you want me to work on your legs now?" What he really wanted to do was pick up where he'd left off, slipping his finger into her butt hole and working up to actually touching her cunt. He'd been so close, so close, and the thought of it made his cock, which had instantly gone flaccid when he thought he'd hurt his mother, begin to throb and swell again. But somehow, he couldn't bring himself to ask his mother if he could poke his finger into her ass again.

"Hmmmm," Margaret said thoughtfully, stalling for time while her mind raced. What she really wanted him to do was to resume what he'd been doing; the feel of being anally penetrated by her son's finger had damned nearly made her come instantly, and she was still so worked up that she didn't trust herself to be as patient as the situation demanded. She was disappointed that he'd suggested massaging her legs; while he might eventually work back up to the forbidden regions, she wasn't sure if he were too spooked now to try. And somehow, she couldn't bring herself to come right out and ask him to keep on shoving his finger up her ass, tempted as she was.

So instead she suggested, "Why don't you do my back and shoulders some more? That felt really good, too." At least that way, she might get to enjoy the feel of his body close to hers as he stretched upwards to reach her shoulders, and it didn't risk scaring him off quite so much.

Keith readily agreed, but then caught her completely off guard by casually suggesting, "Maybe it would be better if I didn't get oil on my shorts either."

It was Margaret's turn to drop her jaw. Any notion that her son was somehow frightened or disturbed by the situation instantly evaporated and she found herself regretting not encouraging him to continue probing her ass again. Well, she thought, I might be able to subtly maneuver his hands down there again. In the meantime, she needed to answer him, and she took a deep breath so he wouldn't hear her voice shaking with excitement.

"Yeah, I think maybe if would be better if you slipped them off," she croaked at last, her throat tight with incestuous desire.

Keith was dumbfounded that he'd gotten away with his audacity. He hadn't really meant to say it out loud – the hint about taking off the last article of clothing had sort of popped out, and he'd held his breath to see what his mother's reaction would be. But after all, she was already completely nude, and didn't seem to have any problem with allowing him to get a good look, so what the heck, he thought. Once she agreed, he quickly lay back on the bed and pulled the white shorts down over his ankles, dropping off the same side of the bed that his mother had earlier deposited her robe.

As he sat back up, he was nonplussed to see that his mother had propped herself up and was looking at him with an unmistakable gleam in her eye. "Better," she purred, before laying her head back down on her hands in silent invitation for him to resume her backrub.

Blushing furiously at his mother's unashamed ogling, he repositioned himself astride her thighs and reapplied a generous helping of oil to his hands, vowing at the same time that he wasn't going to hold back any more the next time he had the chance to get a good look at his mother's body. He placed his fingers onto the small of her back and pressed slowly upward, his heavily oiled hands sliding smoothly. Margaret sighed deeply as she felt her son's naked cock and balls brush her slippery ass softly. This could work out just fine, she thought with a secret smile.

Keith had also noticed the way his cock had brushed his mother's soft, plump ass when he stretched forward and, with a nervous grin, repositioned himself, settling his crotch comfortably up against the twin mounds of flesh. His prick was stiffening quickly, and he marveled at the incredible sensation as it slid easily between the well-lubricated ass cheeks as it grew. He experimentally leaned forward to make another long pass up his mother's back, and nearly groaned aloud with lewd pleasure at the way his erection slid along her crack as he moved his body up. She seemed to appreciate it as well, because she moaned and rocked her hips, increasing the motion between ass crack and cock.

Keith was nearly delirious with excitement and lust. He felt like his prick was made of steel, a hard, rigid bar between his legs, straining to bury itself in his mother's flesh. With each long, slow pass with his hands up her back, his prick pushed deeper and deeper into the dank, slippery crevice, causing Margaret to gasp and undulate her pelvis in an attempt to allow it in still deeper. The parallel with his earlier incestuous incident with his sister Melissa was obvious, and Keith could feel the first stirrings of an orgasm building up in response to the combination of erotic memory and present stimulation. He began to wonder if he might actually be able to work his cock into her asshole – after all, she'd said his finger hadn't hurt her.

He became more and more obsessed with the idea, and with the return from each new massage stroke, he tried to wriggle his body backwards in such a way as to angle his prick straight into her crack instead of along its length. He wondered if his mother might actually have the same idea, because she seemed to raise her butt up each time to present herself more openly to his thrusting manhood. But the combination of the slippery oil and the very intensity of his hard-on worked against him. Try as he might, each time his prick stubbornly pointed straight up his body and slipped along the crevice instead of driving into it, despite Margaret's surreptitious assistance.

He finally gave up, choosing instead to focus on his mother's breasts, the sides of which he could see were visibly pushed out under her armpits. Neither of them had said a word, but Keith couldn't help thinking that his mother might actually want him to fuck her in the ass. As he ran his hands up her body, he moved them outward around her ribs so his fingertips subtly brushed the large, round sides of her tits. She made an odd sound, but didn't object, so he tried again on the next pass, this time running his fingers boldly around the sides of the squashed globes.

Keith was moments from another ejaculation, but he was so turned on that he no longer cared if his mother objected. Melissa had been cool with it; why wouldn't his mom, he thought? He groaned out loud as his throbbing prick slid up the slick, oil-filled crack of her butt while he daringly worked his fingers underneath his mother's large breasts, trying hard to reach her nipples. He noticed that her back was heaving in a jerky motion and heard a choked sound issue from her lips. What was going on? He stopped his motion to listen, his fingers still lodged under his mother's large, soft tits. He quickly became alarmed because, while he was admittedly no expert, the sounds didn't sound like she was turned on. In fact, the more he listened, the more it sounded like sobbing. Was she crying? What was wrong? What had he done?

The boy climbed off his perch astride his mother's thighs and lowered his face close to hers, full of concern. She was indeed crying, and she sobbed uncontrollably now.

"What is it, Mom?" he asked, seriously worried. "Why are you crying? Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"

Without warning, Margaret turned her body on her side to face him and gathered him into her arms, pulling his naked body closely against her own. "I-I'll be okay," she blurted between great, heaving sobs. "It-it's not you. Just hold me, all right? Just hold me."

Feeling suddenly awkward, he nevertheless put his arms around her, and she buried her head in his neck, blubbering. He could feel his neck and shoulder rapidly growing damp from her tears. He patted her head clumsily and stroked the oil-slicked skin of her back.

"It's okay, Mom," he soothed after a few minutes, not really understanding what was going on, but feeling the need to try to offer some comfort. "Everything will be okay, you'll see. I'm sorry if I made you cry."

Margaret laughed through her tears at her son's misplaced concern. Taking a shuddering breath, she tried to explain, her voice interrupted periodically by loud snuffles. "Oh, Keith, Keith. It wasn't you at all! I'm really sorry. I-I don't really know what came over me. I was loving what you were doing – you were making me feel so nice!"

She pulled her head back to look into his eyes and caressed the side of his face before continuing. "I guess that was just it. It was the first time in I can't remember when that anyone made me feel so nice. You said everything's going to be okay, and I think you're right – I'd just never believed it until now. Did you know, when your dad left, I never cried, not once?"

Keith shook his head mutely. This was the first time in two years that she had called his father `your dad' instead of `the asshole'. His mother seemed to have undergone some kind of healing experience.

Margaret went on, "Well, I didn't. At first, I was too pissed off, and then I was too scared, and then I was too busy trying to get my life together and take care of you kids. It's been so hard, and Melissa was just lashing out at everything and everyone and you just sort of retreated into yourself. And then suddenly, just today, everything seems different, like we all turned some sort of corner together and the sun just came out. Your sister is off at her first dance, and she's got a good friend, and she was really nice to me and even laughing and joking with you tonight. Whatever's gotten into her, I hope it keeps on getting in."

It was all Keith could manage to keep his face pleasantly bland, and he was exceedingly grateful for the low light might keep his mother from seeing his cheeks. They were starting to burn as it occurred to him that one of the things that had `gotten into' Melissa was his jism. He wondered if his mother would be so enthusiastic about her daughter's sudden change if she knew about that.

"And now you," his mother added with a tender smile, "You've been so incredibly nice to me tonight and treated me so good and, well, like I said, it's been so long since anyone's made me feel so loved. I'd almost given up thinking that anyone ever would!" To Keith's utter amazement, Margaret pulled her face to his and kissed him, long and passionately. As they kissed, she ran her hands up and down his back, clear down to his ass, which she cupped and caressed while her lips pressed into his.

Keith was stunned into immobility for several seconds. What on earth was happening here, he wondered? For a moment, he thought of pulling away – a guy's mother wasn't supposed to kiss him like this! The feel of his mother's fingers working their way gently into the crack of his ass jolted him out of his daze. He didn't want to hurt her feelings, especially since she'd been feeling so down just minutes before, and besides, her hands felt really good, too.

He suddenly was very, very conscious of the fact that he was completely naked, holding the naked body of a woman who was kissing him and teasing his butt with her fingers. His cock, which had gone completely limp over his worry about his mother's crying, suddenly sprang to life, and he could feel it pushing into the soft, warm place between her thighs as it grew. He finally kissed his mother back, working his lips against hers, while he began to run his hands up and down the length of her back in turn, not neglecting her soft ass cheeks either.

As she felt her son respond with passion, Margaret moaned softly and pushed her tongue into the boy's unsuspecting mouth. He hesitated only a moment before he began to suck on her tongue and thrust his own between her willing lips. She teasingly sucked his lower lip into her mouth and caressed it with her tongue, sighing with pleasure at the feel of his ass – and the growing bulge of his cock pressed against her thighs.

Finally, she broke their incestuous embrace, smiling to reassure him. "So that's why I was crying – I was crying because I guess I finally felt like things were going to be okay, like it was safe to cry. I guess I just didn't dare to before, `cause if I started, I didn't know if I'd ever be able to stop. But you, you and your sister, together you make me feel like we're really going to be all right."

"Of course we are, Mom," her son agreed, wondering if he dared try to kiss her again. That had gotten him incredibly turned on once more, and his prick was stiff and aching with unfulfilled sexual desire.

His mother looked at him with a strange glitter in her eyes. "I know there's all kinds of things we still have to work out, and I can't do anything about a whole lot of other problems I've caused. But," and to Keith's astonishment, his mother reached down between his legs and actually wrapped her fingers firmly around his rock-hard cock, "Here's a problem I can do something about."

And without another word, Margaret sat up and reversed her body, keeping her tight grasp of his rigid member. She lowered her face to his crotch, parted her lips, and gently sucked his prick into her moist, warm mouth.

Keith's jaw dropped. "Uh, jeez, Mom!" was all he could utter. His mother didn't bother to answer. She simply sucked the entire length of his teenaged prick into her large mouth, sending waves of incredible sensation through his young, virgin body. Keith couldn't believe what was happening – his own mother was sucking his cock! As the lewd tingles from her expert blowjob began to spread from his groin throughout his muscular frame, the last shred of caution and inhibition was torn away and he laid his head back into the pillows with a moan, luxuriating in the obscenely delicious feelings.

Margaret relaxed when she realized that her son was going to allow her to suck his cock without protest, and settled into her work, determined to give him the best sucking she possibly could. She kept a firm grip on the base of his young prick, squeezing it with the encircling fingers and pushing down rhythmically into the soft, blonde hairs at its base. She alternated deep swallows of the entire length with long licks up and down the side and soft little nibbles of the head and corona with her wet lips. She smiled with satisfaction as each motion produced sighs and groans of pleasure from the fourteen-year-old boy.

It made her feel so wonderfully good to know that she could turn him on; she couldn't wait to taste his come spurting into her mouth. She'd regularly sucked off her ex-husband, but had never enjoyed it like this, and disliked the taste of his semen. This was entirely different. She was giving pleasure to someone she loved more than life itself, and she wanted him to fill her mouth with his thick jism, every drop a sign that she'd pleased him. As she thought about her son coming in her mouth, she began to moan and gasp with arousal herself, a wave of white-hot lust for her forbidden lover that made her cunt shudder. She squirmed her thighs together, rubbing them back and forth in obscene undulations.

The motion of his mother's legs made Keith turn his head towards her body, and he realized with a gulp that her pussy was right there, right in front of his face! He was amazed to see that it was completely bald, and wondered how that could be – even his sister had some hair there. Without even thinking what he was doing, he reached over and ran his fingers over the smooth, puffy skin.

"Oh, yes!" gasped his mother, pulling her head up from Keith's dripping hard-on, "Yes, baby, please touch me there!"

Keith paused for just a moment, still not quite believing his luck. Not only was she sucking his prick, but she actually wanted him to touch her pussy? Margaret was in no mood to wait for any uncertainty on his part, and impatiently reached down, grabbed his hand and thrust it between her legs, parting them to allow him easy access.

"Rub it like this," she whispered in a voice thick with lust, and she guided his fingers between the smoothly shaved lips into the very wet slit, showing him how to rub her swollen clitoris. Then she pushed his fingers down deeply into her cunt hole and back out again to the clit, encouraging him to continue that motion. She gasped with pleasure and approval as he copied her lewd actions. His fingers were still well coated with baby oil and the slipperiness was unbelievable, especially without any pubic hairs to interfere.

"Oh, God, yes, son!" Margaret moaned, "You've got it. You're doing it just right. Oh, God! I've needed you to touch me! Yeah! Oh, yeah! Just like that," she encouraged, her breathing shortening and deepening rapidly. "You keep that up, just like that, and you're going to make me come! You want to make me come, baby? You want to make your mommy come?" She pumped her hand slowly up and down his stiff dick for emphasis.

"Oh, yeah! Yeah, I do, Mom!" the boy asserted eagerly in a breathless voice. His mother's obscene words had inflamed his illicit lust, and he plunged his slick fingers in and out of her swollen, bare pussy. "Like this, Mom? Am I making you come?"

"Ohhhhhh, God! Soon, my love. Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Very soon, Keith, just keep that up, just like that." She looked up into his deep blue eyes, wide and dilated in his arousal and did her best to smile encouragingly despite the electric pangs of erotic joy coursing through every nerve in her body. He smiled back and increased his tempo.

"Not too fast, son, not yet," coached Margaret. "Soon, when I'm just about to come. I'll tell you when, and then you go as hard and fast as you can!"

"Okay, Mom," he answered, slowing his pace a bit. "How's that?"

"Ohhhhh! That's – huinnnnnggggghhhh – that's perfect. Oh, God!" She felt her eyes starting to blur, and turned back to his cock, slurping her lips and tongue against it loudly before swallowing the entire seven inches into her gullet.

Now it was her son's turn to moan, "Unnnggghh! Oh, shit, Mom! That feels so fu-, uh, so damn good! Don't stop! God, I can't believe you can suck my whole cock!"

Proud of her ability to deep-throat her son and very pleased at the reaction it produced, she set to sucking the whole length down her throat several times in a row, while her son thrust his pelvis forward each time, trying to force as much of himself as possible into her gaping mouth. The last time, she held his hard prick deep all the way in her mouth for as long as she could hold her breath, while continuing to suck and nibble down his scrotum, finally succeeding in pulling both his balls into her mouth as well.

The effect on Keith was electric. "Oh, God, Mom! Ohhhhh! Shit that feels good. I love you, Mom! I love the way you suck me, and I want you to suck me all the time while I make you come!" His lean body bucked and writhed, and he nearly forgot to keep plunging his fingers into his mother's cunt, he was so distracted by her incredible erotic feat.

Margaret finally released his straining cock and balls, continuing to pump the saliva-slick shaft while she gasped for air. Keith resumed thrusting his fingers in and out of her cunt, eliciting sharp little cries of pleasure from his mother. Suddenly struck with inspiration as he remembered her suggestive behavior earlier when he was massaging her back, Keith worked his free hand between Margaret's large thighs as well and began to probe into the still slippery crack of her ass. He finally found his target, and pushed a finger gently into his mother's asshole.

Immediately, her entire body stiffened, and for one awful moment, Keith was afraid he'd misjudged. But then his mother started hollering and shrieking at the top of her lungs, "Aaaaaiiiieeeee! Oh, God! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck, fuck fuck! Yessssss! Fuck my ass! Do, it baby! Shove your fingers in my ass! Oh, God! You're going to make me come! You're going to make me come right now! Rub my clit, baby, rub it fast. Ohhhhh! Hunngghhh! Huuhhnnggg! Haaaaaaarrrrrgggghh!"

Keith wasn't one hundred percent sure where her clit was, but guessed it was probably that funny bump at the top of her cunt that she'd wanted him to rub at first, so he began to slide his slippery fingers over the top of it as fast as he could. At the same time, he shoved the finger as deeply as he could into the depths of her rectum, then pulled it out and roughly thrust it back in again, only with two fingers this time.

That was enough to put Margaret over the edge. With an unearthly wail, her entire body first went rigid, and then began to convulse uncontrollably, her breath hissing through clenched teeth like a thousand boiling teakettles. Wave after wave of blinding ecstasy swept over and through her as she shuddered and shook. Keith did his best to hang on, pinning her body tightly to his through his solid impalement of her anal orifice from behind.

Margaret had completely abandoned her attempt to continue sucking her son's cock while she was seized by her climax, but she never relinquished her grip on it, clinging to it like some sort of talisman, squeezing it so tightly that Keith was momentarily concerned that she might actually do him some damage. He was fascinated with his mother's reaction. He'd never seen a woman come before, even though Melissa had tried to tell him they could. At least, he hoped that was what was happening – his mother was thrashing so spasmodically and her face was contorted into such a fearful rictus that he was alternating between fear that she was in serious trouble and lascivious interest in the obscene show she was providing.

To his great relief, her writhing gradually began to subside, and she began to breathe more or less normally, taking great heaving gulps of air. But it was only when she began to laugh, first a hoarse giggle, then gale after gale of pure, joyful laughter that he relaxed completely, sure that she was all right. Her laughter was contagious, and soon Keith was laughing as well, both at his mother's pleasure and in wonder at what had just occurred.

"So, did I, you know, really make you come?" the boy wanted to know when his mother finally regained some of her composure, wiping tears from her eyes with her free hand – the other one still gripped Keith's rock-hard prick which had not diminished a bit during her orgasm and the aftermath.

His question set off peals of laughter once again as Margaret considered the absurdity of his question, but finally she relented, realizing that his ignorance was due to his innocence.

"Yes, baby, yes. You definitely made me come, sweetheart," she assured him, trying to suppress another giggle. "You made me come so incredibly good. I don't know what made you think of sticking your finger in my butt, but that was just the right thing to do. That was one of the best orgasms I'd ever had!"

Keith found himself suddenly shy. It felt strange to be talking about such intimate things out loud with his mother – but then he realized that he still had two fingers shoved all the way up inside her ass, and she had a firm hold of his cock. It seemed a little silly to be embarrassed about talking about sex with his mother under these circumstances. Sex with his mother! With a start, Keith realized that was what they were doing. For one awful moment, he felt himself wracked with guilt – people weren't supposed to do things like this. All the schoolyard insults that people traded flooded over him – `motherfucker' was a word they threw around carelessly but he'd never thought about what that really meant. And here he was - if not actually fucking his mother - it was nearly the same as.

But just as quickly as those terrible feelings had swept over him, they washed back away, like a wave that runs up the beach and just as quickly retreats. He realized that he didn't feel like what had just happened was anything ugly – in fact it was profoundly beautiful, and the most erotic thing that had ever happened to him in his life. He loved the fact that he could do something for her that pleased her so much. He also realized that it was rather hypocritical to feel guilty about making his mother come when he hadn't felt guilt at all about coming on Melissa. He'd been terrified that she was going to be mad, or even tell their mom. But he hadn't felt guilty, and her eager acceptance had made him look forward to the next time they could be alone together very much.

But the final thing which swept away the last of his reservations and any remaining twinges of guilt was the fact that he was still incredibly horny and a sexy and very naked woman was lying next to him holding his rigid cock in her hand.

All of these thoughts flashed through the fourteen-year-old boy's mind in the space of an instant, and he relaxed, realizing that he was totally free to discuss anything he wanted to, or ask any kind of question of his mother. So he shrugged and, in response to her remark about his anal penetration, simply said, "I wasn't sure if you'd like it, but it seemed like, `cause of the way you were moving when I was massaging it, you might."

It was Margaret's turn to feel slightly embarrassed. She'd thought she'd been a bit subtler than that - apparently not. Or perhaps her son was a whole lot more perceptive than she'd experienced with other men. She giggled, "I guess I was a bit obvious. But yes, I did like it. It's one of the things I've always liked." She tossed her head. "So now you know one of my secrets."

Keith glowed. He liked the idea of knowing her secrets.

"Can I ask you something else, then?" he said, tilting his head to look down the length of his body into her eyes.

"You can ask me anything you want, my love," Margaret answered huskily, returning his gaze with a deep smolder.

Her son gulped. The way she'd just called him her love, and the look in her eyes right now were not the way a mother looked or talked to her son. He understood more fully that something new and wonderful had transpired, and that he was never going to be just her son anymore. Nor was she going to be just his mother.

He smiled uncertainly, and then blurted, "Why don't you have any hair on your, uh, you know, down there?" He gestured with his head in the direction of her newly shaved cunt which glistened wetly in the dim light.

"My cunt, you mean?" Margaret asked with a low laugh. "C'mon, son. At a time like this, it's kind of ridiculous to mince words, don't you think? So you call it my cunt, or my pussy, or my twat, or whatever you like. And while you're at it, get used to calling it your cock or your prick or any of the other `dirty' words you want. Understood?"

He nodded and gave a low chuckle. "All right, then. Why don't you have any hair on your cunt?" He stressed the word to prove to her that he wasn't afraid to use it. "I thought grown women did."

"Because I just shaved it tonight. Do you like it?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.

"Yeah!" exclaimed Keith without thinking, "I mean, uh, it's not like I have a whole lot of basis for comparison, you know..." He sounded suddenly embarrassed.

Margaret chuckled, "It's all right, sweetheart. I wasn't prying. And anyway, I liked your first answer." She rubbed the smooth skin with her free hand, causing Keith's cock to twitch with arousal at the sight. "It makes it a lot more sensitive when you touch it."

Keith took the hint and reached out with his free hand and began to slide his slippery fingers around the bare skin.

"Ohhhhhhh!" sighed his mother. "I love the way you touch my pussy. Do you like to touch my pussy? Do you like to touch my cunt?"

"Yeah, Mom, I love to touch your cunt," the boy growled, becoming even more aroused at his mother's audacious obscenities. "And I love to put my fingers in your asshole, too!"

"I'm really glad," she moaned, already feeling deliciously erotic twinges spark from her cunt and ass as the young boy began to slide his fingers in and out of the dank and slippery holes. "So tell me – Oh, God! That feels so damn good! Tell me – tell me one of your secrets. Ahhhhhgggh! What do you really like? What can I do for you?"

Keith pondered a moment, then answered hesitantly, "Uh, gee. I, uh, well, I really liked it when you swallowed me- uh, my cock all the way down your throat."

"You did, hmmmmm?" Margaret cooed lewdly, and then, taking a deep breath, lowered her lips to his erect prick and slowly slid them all the way down to the curly blond pubic hairs at its base swallowing his firm shaft deeply into her gullet. Keith gasped gratifyingly. His mother held his prick in her mouth, working her tongue around the turgid flesh until she began to need another breath, then released him with an audible slurping sound.

"Like that?" she whispered teasingly, trying desperately to ignore the urgent pangs of erotic desire her young son was calling forth with his rhythmic plunges into her vaginal and anal orifices.

"Oh, God, yeah!" Keith enthused, his voice tight with lust. "I can't believe you can fit the whole thing in your mouth!"

"I've got lots of things I'd love to show you, my beautiful boy," Margaret promised with a gasp as Keith's fingers once again rammed deep inside her body. "And, oh my God! You are such a quick learner! Hoooh! Oh, yes, just like that!"

Keith had started to alternate his rhythm, so that he was sliding two fingers of one hand into his mother's sopping pussy hole, then the other hand into her gaping, lubricated asshole as those in her cunt were sliding out. Margaret felt her control rapidly slipping away, but she didn't want to come again until she'd made Keith shoot his jism into her mouth first. She decided to press her son a little more.

"So is there – Oh! Anything else you'd like, son? Huunnggghhh! Any secret fantasy?" she gasped between moans. "I promise, I'll do it if I can?"

Keith gave a shy smile at her. "Well, uh, I, uh – when I make myself come, you know?" Margaret smiled encouragingly and nodded. "Well, I sometimes like to – I put my finger in my own butt, too," he finally blurted.

His mother laughed delightedly, "And now you know how you came by that little turn-on, don't you?" Keith gave a wry grin. "Say no more. Mommy's gonna' make you come just as hard and fast as she can now!"

Reaching around behind her, she ran a finger down the crack of her own ass that was still drenched with baby oil, coating her finger generously. Then, as she once again opened her mouth and drove his cock deeply into her throat, she slid the oily finger around and swiftly plunged it into her son's succulent anus. Keith groaned loudly, and pulled his knees up to allow her unobstructed access to his virgin ass. She began sliding her finger slowly in and out of the tightly puckered rosette, working it inwards expertly to apply pressure on Keith's semen glands from within.

At the same time, Margaret began a steady rhythm of deep-throating her teenaged boy, taking a deep breath then plunging her lips down the length of the quivering shaft, driving all the way down until her lips were pushed into the soft blond hair nestled around the base of his cock, swallowing the head down her gullet while suppressing her gag reflex to keep from choking. Within minutes she had her young son groaning and pumping his hips, torn between trying to get more of his hard prick down her throat or more of her probing finger thrust up his bung hole.

Margaret was highly pleased with herself – the long hours of practicing taking her biggest dildo down her throat were paying off. She hadn't learned the technique on her ex-husband, definitely not. He wasn't big enough that it really mattered, and she didn't care enough about pleasing him to put herself through the difficulty and discomfort of trying to learn. She'd sucked him off plenty when they first began fucking, but it had never been anything she'd particularly enjoyed. Since he'd left, though, and she was forced to rely on her collection of dildos and other bedside toys as her sole source of sexual relief, she'd discovered that she liked the fantasy of pretending to suck a huge cock while grinding her vibrator into her pussy. She'd made the discovery that she could swallow a dildo past her glottis without gagging almost by accident, but once she'd done so, it had become a regular part of her masturbation sessions.

Now, however, it was so much better. Her son's stiff prick was much softer and warmer than a dildo as well as a good deal smaller than the monstrous one she'd been practicing on lately so that she was able to take him all the way with ease. Her excitement was enhanced by the knowledge that she was pleasing her beloved boy. She gradually began to increase the speed of her obscene rhythm, suddenly eager to taste his semen as he came in her mouth. Keith gasped and moaned in appreciation, and her experienced fingers soon felt his balls begin to draw up tightly against the base of his straining prick where her lips nibbled and slobbered with each incestuous stroke of her blowjob.

Keith responded to her mounting arousal perfectly, increasing the speed of his thrusting fingers alternating like a berserk oil-well pump into her hot and slippery cunt and ass holes. Now it was Margaret's turn to gasp and moan like a mad thing, desperately trying to maintain her control until she'd made Keith squirt his hot, thick come into her drooling mouth.

For a short moment, there were only the obscenely wet sucking sounds as their fingers plunged into each other's willing holes, broken by their gasps and ragged, hoarse breathing. Margaret could feel her restraint slipping further and further away from her each time Keith's fingers drove into her, and was curling her toes into twisted contortions with the effort to keep from climaxing.

Just as she was sure she couldn't hold out for another moment, Keith yelled, "Mom! I – Uhnnngggh! I'm gonna' – gonna' come. Mom!" a desperate tone crept into his voice, "Mom! I'm gonna' come in your mouth! Oh, God!"

With delight and relief, she pulled her lips free of his swollen, purple member quickly and growled, "You'd better!" Then she took the distended fleshy knob of his cock head back into her mouth and pumped up and down the slick shaft with her hand as fast as she could. At the same time, she thrust her finger as deeply as she possibly could into the young boy's anal cavity, wriggling it into him.

Keith could hardly believe that his mother actually wanted him to come in her mouth! He'd tried to warn her to give her the chance to pull his dick out; instead, she demanded that he squirt his semen right into her mouth. He was far past the point of no return by now, and he could feel the flood of semen rising out of his balls and up into his cock in an exquisite agony. The sensation of having his asshole filled from his mother's lewdly probing finger was so much more intense than when he tried to ream himself. He groaned with pure pleasure and abandoned himself to the onrushing climax.

Margaret could feel the head of her son's cock swell even more in her waiting mouth and then, with a series of deep grunts, Keith began coming, squirting jet after pulsing jet of thick, sticky jism. She could feel each spasm of his orgasm inside his ass as well, the sphincter convulsing with each new gobbet of ejaculate that was collecting in her mouth, gripping her finger tightly.

"AAAaaaaggggghhhh!" Keith howled as every part of his being seemed to concentrate into his throbbing cock and violated asshole. "Oh, yeah, Mom! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, holy shit! Hunngghh! Hunghh! Hunnggghh!" He couldn't believe how much he was coming – it seemed like his prick just kept squirting and squirting. Even though he had already come three times that afternoon, he'd been incredibly aroused by the erotic events of the evening, and his balls had been working overtime to produce a full load.

Keith had interrupted his manipulation of Margaret's cunt and asshole with his fingers as his climax overtook him, but she didn't need it. She'd been frantically trying to hold back until Keith began to come, and now, with her mouth filling up with her son's obscene fluid, she dropped her defenses and surrendered to the orgasm that had been rising inevitably through her body. Unwilling to risk losing a single drop of her son's precious jism from her mouth, she kept her lips tightly locked around Keith's still-pumping prick, desperately sucking breath after breath of air through her flaring nostrils.

Her head began to swim with the overwhelming intensity of the experience. She had never felt so complete, so intimately connected with another human being before. Here was Keith, her own baby boy, the creation of her own body, now returned to her body, penetrating her ass and cunt, thrusting into her mouth and filling it with his own potent life-creating semen while she plunged her finger deeply inside his body. For one searing, heady moment, she lost all consciousness of where her body ended and that of her son's began. They were one complete, loving organism, losing themselves in each other's enfolding flesh. She could only cling desperately to him as their bodies were washed and tumbled with wave after wave of ecstasy, each wave retreating a bit farther back.

It was several minutes before either of them could breathe enough to move. It was perfection itself simply to remain motionless, feeling the erotic tingle fade into delicious afterglow, their fingers still deeply lodged inside each other's quivering cavities. Finally Margaret rolled her fingers slowly up the length of her son's slowly deflating cock, forcing the last remaining drops of his come into her mouth.

She had not swallowed any of it, wanting to savor it, the taste of it, and the feel of it in her mouth. She had never particularly cared for the taste before, preferring to swallow it quickly to clear it from her tongue. But now she luxuriated in it, pulling her lips from her young boy's prick carefully so as to clean every spare glimmer of his thick slime from the head. She ran her tongue lovingly through the thick mouthful of jism, treasuring every nuance of the flavor.

A sudden idea popped into her head. Perhaps it was because Keith's delight with having his asshole penetrated during sex suggested the notion that he might have a bisexual side. Or perhaps it was simply that she loved the taste of his come so much that she simply had to share it with him. But whatever the reason, she impulsively pulled her finger suddenly out of her son's ravaged butt hole and turned around to face him, dislodging his fingers from her cunt and ass just as unexpectedly.

Before Keith had time to react, Margaret took his face in her hands and kissed him, forcing her tongue between his lips. His mouth opened reflexively at the intrusion and she proceeded to push the entire lewd contents of her mouth into his, sliding her tongue all around his to thoroughly coat it with the thick, creamy jism.

For one brief moment, Keith was so startled he didn't move at all. Then he exploded with passion, gripping his mother's head in his hands and pulling her even more deeply into his mouth, his tongue greedily lapping up all the viscous, pungent fluid and swallowing it like it was the first meal he'd had in days. He moaned continuously, and his hips pumped, pressing his damp, spent cock against the smoothly shaven cunt lips between his mother's legs.

Margaret was fascinated by Keith's ardent response. She had intended to only share the taste of her mouthful of come with him, swallowing it herself. But when her son began sucking his own semen from between her lips so insistently and swallowing it, she allowed him to have it all. If there had been any doubts about Keith's bisexual orientation, his actions now eliminated them. Margaret was very interested to have that confirmed, but also felt a stab of fear for her son, knowing the frustrations, cruelties, and misery she'd had to endure because of her own lesbian experiences. As she'd earlier promised herself regarding his sister, she vowed then and there to do whatever she could to protect him and allow him to discover and explore his own sexuality to the fullest in a loving and safe environment.

After a few last hopeful swirls of his tongue inside his mother's mouth, Keith finally concluded that there was no more of his come to be had and broke off the kiss, his eyes half opening with a dreamy look on his face. He had no idea what had prompted his mother to unexpectedly empty her mouthful of his jism into his, but he was enormously grateful as well as profoundly moved. It had awakened another fantasy into full flower for him. Several times since he began masturbating, he had tried catching his own come in his mouth as it spurted from the narrow slit in his cock. He'd tried, by using the bed to support his hips over his head as he lay on the floor, to shoot straight down into his mouth. But it always seemed to end up all over his face or the rug so he didn't try it very often, but he knew that he liked the taste of semen and frequently fantasized about sucking another boy's cock. So far, though, he'd told no one about what he imagined to be his `perverted' desires.

But this time, with his mother providing the entire contents of his ejaculation for him from within her soft, warm mouth, it was surprisingly intimate and erotic. He lay next to his mother, absorbing everything that had just occurred before trying to speak.

When he did finally say something, his voice was cracked and dry, and he had to clear his throat several times before he could make himself heard. "Wow!" was all he could manage at last.

"Wow, indeed!" agreed Margaret. "You made me come twice!"

Keith gave her a quick shy smile. "You made me come, too."

His mother laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle. "Yeah, I could tell, since you gave me a mouthful." She looked at him from under lowered lashes. "You seemed to like sharing that same mouthful."

He shrugged, suddenly uncomfortable, and Margaret almost regretted saying anything. But she wanted him to be able to talk about it, to get it out in the open.

"It's okay, you know," she added gently. "It just seemed like something you might like, sort of the same way you had the right instincts about how much I wanted to feel you in my ass." His eyes widened and a proud smile started to creep across his face. She grinned, "And it seems like I was right – you did like it, huh?"

"Yeah," he mumbled. His eyes were downcast but the smile hadn't left his face. "Yeah, I did. Pretty weird, huh?" He raised his eyes and looked at his mother searchingly.

"Do you mean `weird' like you're worried I'll think it's perverted or something?" she asked seriously.

"Yeah, something like that," he admitted.

"Did you enjoy it?" she demanded.

"Yeah. I just..."

"Did I enjoy it?" she asked, a twinkle in her eye.

"Uh, I guess," he said uncertainly.

"You guess! You guess?" cried Margaret. "Jesus Christ, son, even if you'd been unconscious through the whole thing, I just told you that you made me come twice! Twice! You'd better believe I enjoyed it, including the part where you licked all your own come out of my mouth. I thought it was incredibly erotic, and made me feel really, really close to you. So – did I enjoy it?"

"I g- Yes! You enjoyed it!" he amended quickly when she flashed a warning glare.

"Yes I did! And did anyone get hurt?" she pressed.

"N-no," Keith said, puzzled as to what she was driving at.

"So. If you don't learn anything else out of this, learn this: If two people enjoy doing something together and no one gets hurt, then there ain't no such thing as `perverted' or `weird'. There's only people who love and care about each other making each other feel good. Am I making sense?" Margaret asked with fierce intensity.

Keith turned her words over in his mind a moment before asking, "Well, if that's true, why do people say the kind of things they do? Why are they always ragging about things that are supposed to be perverted and evil and stuff?"

"You mean things like masturbation? Homosexuality? Incest? Keith, there's some people seem to think sex in any form is something terrible. People like that are the really evil and perverted ones – people who condemn anything they can't understand. Or, more likely, people who can't deal with the fact that they have those same kind of desires themselves." Margaret's eyes flashed.

"Sexual desires are part of being human," she went on, "and sex with someone you love is one of the greatest things this world has to offer. Don't you dare get down on yourself for being human. If you start to have desires to hurt other people, then you can start to worry, `cause that's a sign that you're desperately unhappy and don't know how to deal with it." A sudden insight into the character of Keith's father dawned on her, and with it she was immediately able to let go of another big chunk of her long-buried hurt and anger.

"But if what you desire is to share your body with someone you care about and they want to share their body with you and all you both want is to make the other one feel as good as they possibly can, then I don't want you ever feeling like that's weird or perverted. I don't care who they are – how old, what sex, anything. It's strictly no one's business but yours. Okay?" Margaret felt the need to sleep creeping over her, but this was too important to leave until the morning.

Keith smiled at his mother, but then his grin turned mischievous. "So, if I desire to do this," and he reached out to touch her succulent, large breast, brushing the nipple with the backs of his fingers, "Then that's okay?"

"It's more than okay," grinned Margaret as her nipple responded with a little electric thrill that coursed suddenly through her body. "If you hadn't already figured it out, you don't need to ask my permission to touch me anywhere. I love the way you touch me, and I hope you keep on doing it just as much as you want!"

He flashed an eager grin. "I like the way you touch me, too." He continued his exploration of her breasts, squeezing them gently and running his finger in circles around the rapidly stiffening nipple.

But just as Margaret was beginning to think he might actually be ready to go again, Keith yawned hugely. The yawn was contagious, and she echoed it in kind.

Glancing at the clock, she said gently, "It's already after 1:00 a.m., love." She gathered his head into her arms and pulled him close to her ample tits. "Why don't you close your eyes and let's get some sleep. You can stay right here with me and we can start again in the morning. With whatever you feel like," she promised in a soft, seductive voice.

Keith raised his eyebrows at that and smiled wickedly, then nestled his face into her breasts and began kissing them. Margaret laughed at his audacity, and reached over to turn out the bedside lamp.

"Goodnight, my son, my love," she whispered softly in the darkness.

"Goodnight, my mom, my love," Keith whispered back, making Margaret's heart soar.

Her son lowered his lips to her nipples and began sucking them gently. Margaret stroked his hair tenderly while her man-child suckled her breast until his breathing slowed and he drifted into sleep.

Feeling more alive and more deeply satisfied than she had felt in years, she finally allowed her eyes to close, and mother and son held each other close until morning.