Like a Moth to a Flame

[Maid of Marvels]

The Slocum homestead sits on the front quarter of just over thirty five hundred acres in the Minnesota River Valley. Not a large farm by any means, they grow corn and soybeans - planting a good sized garden and keeping a few hogs and beef cattle for their own consumption - it provides a comfortable, if simple, living for its two inhabitants: Jewel Slocum and her grown son, Robert.

Join mtnman2003 and myself as we tell the story of these two people who have have been... too lonely, too long.
As always, comments, suggestions and critiques by PM or IM are more than welcome.
Enjoy!
Maid and the Mountain Man​

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Jewel Slocum blew a strand of hair from her face and gave the stew another stir where it sat on the back burner of her old fashioned wood stove. Bobby would be coming in from the fields any minute according to her end of the GPS that was attached to the combine and all of the other farm vehicles.

Despite her almost bullheaded resistance to modernization within her home, it was Jewel herself who had insisted on the sophisticated gadget that informed her of her son's whereabouts whenever he was operating machinery; they both carried cel phones for others. If only they'd had it when...

Jack had been out in the field when it began to rain, she remembered. When he didn't come in for lunch, she figured that he was trying to get as much of the soy crop in as possible... they were fast approaching first frost. When Bobby came in from school and changed to do his chores, Jake still hadn't come back, but she didn't say much, choosing to believe he'd taken the pickup and gone into town for something or another.

As dinner time drew nearer, Jewel found herself watching the sky turn to varied shades of purples and grays to darker hues. Rain was still falling and it was getting dark.

"Is your dad coming in?" she asked Bobby as he hung his slicker and kicked off his boots in the mudroom.

"Yup," he replied. "I'm starved. We gonna eat soon?"

"Half hour or so," she replied and asked again, "He said he was coming in?" Bobby nodded and headed for the television. One of his favorite shows was coming on and he tried never to miss it. "Don't forget your homework."

When the half hour passed and began inching its way toward forty five minutes and finally an hour, Jewel finally admitted to herself that something was wrong. Horribly wrong.

"Are you sure dad said he was coming in?" she asked her son for the third time, a tinge of fear and panic coloring her voice. "Look at me, Robert Slocum. What exactly did he say when you went out to the field?"

When Bobby didn't meet her eyes, Jewel knew he'd shirked - that he hadn't gone out to the field at all. As the small hairs on the back of her neck and on her arms rose, Jewel Slocum lost it, ranting and railing at her only child like a madwoman; a reaction she'd never be able to take back and one she'd never ever be able to atone for.

They found Jack around nine o'clock that night, half buried in the mud beneath the weight of his thirty thousand pound tractor. He hadn't died immediately.

Jewel glanced at the GPS grid again as the tractor moved into what she knew was the outbuilding where they kept all their vehicles. Five more minutes and he'd be inside. Ten minutes more would have him washed and in the kitchen, starved up, no doubt. She put the biscuits into the oven and set the table.

 

[mtnman2003]

After a long, hard day in the fields, I ached. I worked till the last possible moment, trying to get ready for the final harvest in a few days. Gunning the tractor, I headed back, leaving little time for a quick shower and shave.

As I passed the "spot", I could barely look to that portion of the field. So many memories flooded my senses. My stomach knoted, my chest drew tight. "I love you Dad", escaped my lips. "I'm so sorry.....", my voice trailed. With a tear in my eye, that event of 6-years ago seemed so recent. Would it have been any different if I had went to the field that day instead of rushing home after football practice? I will never get the answer to that one!

I love this time of year, the sun getting low in the sky in the early evening. I could see the lights of the house ahead, warm, glowing through the stand of trees. If I were an artist, I would paint this picture before me. Closing my eyes, I took a mental picture, one that would stay deep in my memory.

Within minutes, I was walking through the door. "Hey mom," I said, kicking off my shoes, padding to her, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Smells great as usual", I said, not really smelling, but throwing the compliment out for her. With a caress down her back, I turned and headed up the stairs. I undressed quickly, jumped into the shower and let the hot water cascade over my head and neck. Eyes closed, my mind flashed back to this morning before I rolled out of bed.

My door burst open, "Bobby Slocum! Git your butt out of bed!" my mom exclaimed. "You are running almost a half hour late son. Sun's up. Now come on! I don't want to tell you your business. Why momma has to get her 23-yr old son up is beyond me," she continued as she headed back down the hall.

I laid there on my back, my head draped over the edge of the bed, looking at the door. My mom had yelled for me to get up dressed only in her bath towel. Wrapped to cover her body, her little hair towel wrapped up on the top of her head, the bath towel covered her body. My mom had curves. Even upside down, my mom had curves. Twisting my head slightly, my mom had long, lithe legs. From my vantage, my mom had very nice legs!

I washed my body quickly, letting my thoughts wander as I did. Since college, I had lived back at home, running the ranch. The crops provided a comfortable living, but hard life, especially in this portion of the country. But I could not imagine any other life for me. Well, I would qualify that somewhat. I wanted this life, with one major exception. I wanted a woman to share it with. Without thinking, I stroked my cock. Mom's lithe, long legs flashed into my mind. Shaking my head in disbelief, I turned the water off, and stepped from the shower.

"Bobby! Come on...... dinners ready!" mom yelled up the stairs.

 

[autumnmist]

*****

 

[Maid of Marvels]

They made small talk as they ate, Bobby guestimating the time it would take to get the last of the soy crop in. "Barring rain," he said, "I think another two days will do it and then I'll finish up the corn."

Jewel nodded. The local agro report had placed them just above the nationwide harvest rate. Life was good.

"There's a dance on Saturday," she said, trying to sound nonchalant. Her son was twenty three now and Jewel felt it was time he started thinking about a wife. It wasn't that she minded their solitary sort of living, but she knew a bed could be mighty cold on a winter's night -- cold enough to freeze a person's heart.

"I know, Momma," he said. "You're that eager to get rid of me?"

Blowing the wisp of hair that always seemed to be harrying her off her forehead, Jewel grinned. "Well, there is that nice Lauren Hastings and don't forget Annie Jackson. Both of them are sure to be there."

Bobby rolled his eyes and started to say something, but his mother was up and moving already; clearing the table and placing the dishes in the sink.

Jewel was tall and slender, with legs a model would die for. Most days she dressed in what she found most comfortable - jeans - and, depending on the weather, a tee or a flannel shirt. Her hair, worn in a long braid that travelled almost to her waist, was the color of autumn leaves; varied shades of yellows and browns that made it appear streaked. Dirty blonde, Bobby supposed is what they used to call it. Who knew what the modern term was. All in all, she was, as the saying went, a fine figure of a woman.

"You going?" he asked as his mother uncovered and cut two slices.

"Of course," Jewel replied. "Dave asked me the same the other day." Dave, being David Jenkins, the Chief of Police in their little corner of the world and, if one listened to gossip - and Jewel Slocum didn't - quite the ladies' man for all that he had been married for nearly twenty five years.

"He's stopping by tomorrow," she apprised him, pouring two steaming mugs of coffee and sitting back down. Bobby made no comment. Whether her son had an opinion about her carryings-on with him, he'd never said, and Jewel was glad of it. Who she let into their house and into her bed was nobody's business but her own, though she always let her son know she would be needing what she referred to as "private time".

 

[mtnman2003]

I glanced at her, looking into her face, staring quietly. Her eyes met mine, her lips parted slightly, almost ready to explain herself. Hesitating, she thought the best of it. “I understand mom,” I offered softly. “I’ll be in the fields,” I finished. My mind wandered. Was this also because of me? After Dad died, I grew rebellious, furious with my father, furious with my mom, furious with my life. I hated how much of my life it took away from me. No longer able to play sports, no longer able to just do chores, I was now man of the house, responsible for major portions of the work. Taking evenings, weekends, even mornings before school, I had to step up and carry a big load around the farm. And I rebelled. Caught several times three sheets to the wind, Sheriff David Jenkins had delivered me home. Each time, he would lean to the door, talking to my mom. Demure, lonely, she liked the adult company, but I never guessed until much later, Mom had let him into her bed.

“He’s never going to leave his wife,” I blurted out. Time stood still. “Momma, I’m sorry!” I quickly stated. I looked to her, her head bowed. “It’s just....,” my voice trailed off. Raising her head, her eyes flashed at me. I could see her hurt. I could see her confusion. I moved quickly, standing, moving to her. Taking her chin, I lifted her face to me. “Momma, it’s ok!” I whispered. I leaned, kneeled beside her legs, kissing her cheek, my hand slipping to her shoulder, pulling her close. I hugged her softly, awkwardly. “I love you so much Momma,” I continued.

We stayed close for several minutes. I smelled her hair, felt the softness of her cheek as she pressed against mine. “Bobby, coffee is getting cold honey,” she simple stated. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, stood and moved to my chair, grasping my coffee cup. I turned to her.

“I am looking forward to the dance Saturday night,” I changed the subject. “Can I plan on a dance for you?” I asked. Her eyes twinkled, nodding yes to me. “I am going to watch some TV,” I quipped, moving past her into the living room. Settling into the couch, Mom slid in next to me, took my hand, intertwining her fingers with mine, leaned close to put her head on my shoulder. We watched silently for the next hour. The hour growing late, I moved to get up. “Early morning tomorrow,” I stated, sitting on the edge of the couch. Like many times before, Momma rubbed my back, her nails leaving trails beneath my shirt. I arched cat like, enjoying the touch. I breathed deeply, almost groaning as she rubbed, scratched from shoulder blade to shoulder blade and down my back. “I’ll give you 30-minutes to stop,” I purred, laughing.

“Night Mom,” I said, standing and heading to my room. "Love you," I followed.

“Night son. Love you too!” she offered as I moved to the stairs.

Maybe memories of Lauren Hastings, or Annie Jackson, or both would help me get to orgasmic bliss before sleep tonight. The thought brought a smile to my face as I bounded up the stairs.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I watched Bobby go upstairs then made my way to the kitchen; the dishes weren't going to wash themselves.

Up before first light, I made Bobby's breakfast and packed his lunch. Most days he came in from the fields to eat but with Dave coming... I kissed my son on the cheek and stood at the door watching as he headed for the tractor. Once he was out of sight, I switched on the GPS and watched the screen for a while before heading out into the yard to feed the animals and gather eggs from the henhouse. Our day had begun.

******​

A light tap on the screen door and the sound of heavy footfalls across the wooden floor heralded Dave Jenkins' arrival around ten o'clock. I'd finished up my chores and bathed, though I hadn't bothered to dress in anything more than a robe. There was no need for false pretenses - it was only going to come off anyway.

"In here," I called out, rinsing my coffee cup and setting it into the drain. A quick look at the blip I knew to be the tractor moving reassured me that Bobby was okay though I couldn't help thinking that if he had a wife, she could do the watching.

"Hey, you sexy thang." He growled, coming up behind me and rubbing his cock against my ass while tugging at the sash of my robe.

"One of us is overdressed," I grinned, turning in his arms. My fingers were tracing the length of him as his hands cupped my small, pert breasts, tweaking their nipples. I was already soaking wet.

"Uh huh," Dave replied. "Best do something about that."

I couldn't have agreed more. Letting the robe slip from my shoulders, I led the way up the stairs to my bedroom, our town's Chief of Police hot on my tail... and quite soon after between my legs.

"Goddamn, woman!" Dave exclaimed after he'd come; his first time was always way too quick for my taste, but who was I to complain. "One more for the road then I gotta get back to work."

I didn't need a second invitation; these little get-togethers came few and far between. Getting up on my hands and knees, I looked at him over my shoulder, wriggled my ass and purred. "Come get you some."

 

[mtnman2003]

I had not wanted to go to the fields today. I actually resented our Chief of Police, Mister David Jenkins. He took priority over my lunch. I shook my head in disbelief.

Last night drifting to sleep, I had pounded my cock hard, visions of with Lauren taking my rigid cock deep in her mouth and throat. She was the best, her pliant mouth and throat built for taking my large cock. And she swallowed! Actually, she was rather aggressive in the sex department. Almost insatiable! My crotch reacted sitting here on the tractor, my legs squeezing slightly together, a groan coming up unexpectedly. And I chubbed. Great, now sex would fill my thoughts for the next several hours.

As I headed out this morning, mom had again provided my lunch meaning she expected Jenkins about mid day. I wondered about my mom at that moment, my cock already chubbed. I knew she was a passionate woman, lithe, a hint of sexuality. I reached to stroke my growing cock. “Shit!” I spat out to no one other than God and me. I could not believe I was stroking my cock as my Mother crossed my mind. I glanced at my watch, 11:30am. Would Jenkins be at the house? Did they make love in Mom’s bed? Or did they fuck in Mom’s bed? I knew he did not care about her. I think he came by when his wife was on the rag. Bastard!

Mom’s naked body flashed into my mind. No, can’t be her. I had never seen her naked. Small breasted. I love small breasted women, love hard nipples on small breasts! The body in my mind looked good! Completely tanned, muscles toned. Her shirt thrown back just off her shoulders, her breasts pointed to the sky, on her back. “Jesus,” I spoke out loud again. “You stupid shit,” I told the air around me. Shaking my head in disbelief, I focused on the plow row I was following.

Involuntarily, without my big brain knowledge, my hand was stroking my cock through my jeans, adjusting as it grew to full size. “God damn it,” I muttered. I knew, it wanted to cum. My little brain was ablaze with thoughts of sex. “Why not,” I stammered. I threw the tractor in neutral, set the brake, and stood, dropping my jeans, pulled my hard cock from my shorts, fisted my manhood and pumped once or twice. Throwing my head back, I pictured Lauren moving to me, her hands, her fingers lightly pulling my cock toward her mouth. As she engulfed my cock, I slipped my fingers into her hair, pulling her hard to me, shoving my cock balls deep in her face. “Almost,” I uttered out loud. I pumped my cock furiously, flattening my hands on the sides, and began power sliding my hands back and forth about 3-4 inches, rotating my cock hard, quickly as my orgasm grew ready to erupt. As I reached that last second before my nuts blasted cum into my shaft, I thrust my chin down, picturing Lauren, her lips plastered to me, her face pulling back, sucking so fucking hard, cheeks hallowed, eyes staring into mine. Then the metamorphous happened suddenly, lightning fast. Mom’s face, her lips wrapped around my cock, her eyes looking into mine as my hips thrust forward involuntarily, shoving my cock into her mouth, down her throat. Her groan erupted in my ears as she devoured my cock, hungrily sucking my fluids as I burst into orgasm. Lights flashed as I pounded my hard cock, jacking each rope of creamy fluid up and spit into the air. Turning, I shot the first blast against the tire, with each subsequent blast growing shorter distances from the seat.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I managed as each wave of self generated orgasm washed over me. As my orgasm subsided, my mind had Mom’s tongue licking the eye of my cock, my cum pooled in her mouth, waiting for me to tell her “Swallow it Mother!”. Her eyes, pleading with me, begged for my command. “Yes mother, swallow it,” I whispered. My cock grew limp in my hand.

Plopping down on the tractor seat, my mind raced in every direction at once. What was I thinking? I stuck the tractor back in gear, and continued with my work. I still had a long day ahead of me. But visions of Mom flooded my senses all day.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sighing, I pulled the sheets off the bed and carried them down to the laundry room. I never left them on after Dave. Ironic in a way, it was as if I needed to get rid of all traces of him... till the next time. It almost made me smile. Almost.

Bathed and dressed, my thoughts wandered as I braided my freshly shampooed hair and idly checked the GPS. The tractor was moving out of the fields.

All in all I considered myself pretty lucky. By hiring hands for planting and harvest, I'd been able to keep the farm and remain independent after Jack's death. His dad didn't hold truck with book learning and I had quit half way through tenth grade when I got pregnant but I had made sure Bobby graduated high school and went to college; the first in our family to do so.

My heart swelled with pride then just as quickly deflated. Was I wrong for holding Bobby back, I wondered. Was I holding him back? College degree and all, my son had come home to live after graduating. He could have studied anything, made a name and a career for himself; found himself a girl, married and started a family. He deserved better than this and, like it or not, he was going to have to start mingling with some of the local gals and set his sights a tad higher than babysitting me. I could manage the farm on my own.

I slipped on my boots and checked the GPS again; it looked like Bobby had gone to the creek to eat his lunch. His cold lunch. Another sharp pang of guilt washed over me.

Warming up some leftover stew, I ladled it into a wide-mouth thermos and filled an insulated jug with iced tea. The day had grown unseasonably warm and he could probably use something cold to wash the stew down with. With some bread and butter and a slice of pie added, I tucked everything into a backpack and started for the creek hoping he'd be glad to see me.

 

[mtnman2003]

Lunch time drew near. Hot, dusty, I figured I would take a quick skinny dip in the creek, eat my sandwiches, and rest for a few minutes before finishing up the field. I raised the plow, dropped the throttle, popped into high gear, and made for the creek. Shady grass, warm water, a quick dip would refresh me tremendously.

God I loved being my own boss. For years, I had dreaded the thought of staying on the farm. I could not believe my Dad expected me to stay as I grew up. Momma always talked about me being the first in our family to stay in high school, then go on to college in the city. The day I graduated from college, Momma cried, tears streaking her face as she hugged me. She was as surprised as I that I intended to return to the farm and make a go of it. Momma was so proud!

I thought about mom again. I could hear her “wait 30-minutes before you go in,” she would have told me. I shed my clothes, walked to the edge, and dove in. The water was so refreshing. I thought back over the number of times I had been here over the past 20-odd years. How many times had I floated on my back, my periscope rising for a look. I rolled over, swimming on my back, my cock semi flaccid in the water as it rushed over my body.

I had Lauren here many times, naked in the water, her legs wrapped firmly around my waist, pulling her cunt down my cock. I closed my eyes, flashes of Lauren in my arms, her hands clasped behind my neck, bouncing her hard on my hips, her boobs bouncing in the water, water splashing as we fucked. My orgasm would build, I would pull her legs up, tipping her body back, her arms flailing to keep her head above water, slamming my cock deep into her body. Pulling her hard, I would mash our sexes together, her naked, hairless cunt taking my pounding, her breathing growing rapid, shallow. I could tell when her orgasm approached, she would suck her lower lip into her mouth, then start little high pitched squeak grunts. Her body would go rigid, her squeaks would turn to a guttural groan, her body would spasm, and she would grind her clit down hard on my root, burying my cock balls deep. Her muscle control was phenomenal, squeezing, milking my cock and balls, draining all fluids available.

My periscope was at full mast. I swam to the edge, walked out of the creek, my cock leading the way. Grabbing my tee, I dried my hair first. I lazily dried my body, proudly stroking my cock a couple times to dry it. Standing, stretching in the sunlight, it felt good. I needed to call Lauren. I wonder if mom ever went skinny dipping during their early years on the farm?

My body refreshed, I stood, dressing quickly. Time to get back on the tractor.

“Bobby,” momma called.

Turning, she approached with her backpack. “Hey momma,” I chimed. She looked so fresh. Her hair glistened in the sunlight, her colors radiant in the glow. As she grew close, her face was flushed.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I don't know what made me duck out of sight when Bobby stepped out of the creek; maybe it was the fact that he was sporting what was quite possibly the largest erection I had ever seen. Not that I was an expert, mind - I'd only seen his father's and Dave Jenkins' close up - but...

At first I thought Bobby was going to masturbate; the way he stroked himself with his tee shirt made my mouth dry as dust and I tried not to stare, tried not to notice the way my panties had moistened as my arousal grew.

My god, he was beautiful! His body was long and rangy, his muscles taut and toned. A huge difference between him and Dave, with his barrel chest, short stocky legs and beer belly. "Goddam, Jewel," I hissed, disgusted with my reaction to Bobby's nakedness. "Turn around and go home, you perverted old woman! You aren't meant to be staring at your boy this way." I drew a deep breath and tried to calm the pounding of my heart as Bobby finally dressed and tucked the object of my perverse fascination from view.

More determined than ever for my son to find himself a woman, I stepped out onto the path and called his name. He was obviously headed back to the fields, but I hoped he'd spare a minute for me.

"Hey, momma!"

"I brought some iced tea and well... " I shrugged the backpack off my shoulders and set it on the tractor. Opening it gave me somewhere else to look besides at him. "Something more substantial than those sandwiches I packed for you."

"I was just headed back... "

"Maybe a cool drink and a slice of pie first?" I was beginning to feel like a fool. It was obvious he'd eaten, but I wanted a few minutes to discuss the dance again. Bobby wasn't a boy anymore. He was a man. A man who needed a woman, no ifs ands or buts.

"Sure. I wouldn't mind," he grinned as I took the food from the backpack. "Never could turn down your pie."

In the end, he stood to eat while I sat on a stump near where he'd parked the tractor. As we shared the thermos of tea, I brought up the dance again and how I thought he needed to find himself a wife and make himself a home. "You know," I said. "Annie Hastings is a good girl. You might think about asking her."

 

[mtnman2003]

Standing over her, I glanced down to her as she spoke. She was sitting just feet from me, her eyes looking forward. My mind jumped immediately to Annie. A vision of her filled my mind. A rather petite girl, articulate, college educated, and lived at home with her mom and dad. I could not imagine her being a sturdy farm wife, with requirements to do chores around the homestead and out buildings. I had informally dated her for several months, never got real close. She made sure we did not do any more that some minimal petting. On several occasions I had returned home late to twist the hell out of my own pecker to achieve my orgasm. Why, just in the past week, I had her sitting on the same stump where mom was, her head held tight against the crotch of my pants in a hug. My cock had bulged, but Annie had ignored it.

I glanced to mom. “Mother,” I asked. She was staring toward my crotch, her mouth slightly open, her face somewhat glazed. “Momma,” I again stated.

“Yes dear,” she stated abruptly. She rose quickly, packed up my thermos. “Now, I think you should give Annie a call about the dance,” she finished briskly, turning and heading toward the house. “Be back for supper,” she said, glancing over her shoulder.

I watched her walk away, noticing her backside as she walked. Her tight jeans did her body justice, snuggly presenting her ass very nicely. I groaned involuntarily as my cock jumped in my pants. “Jesus,” I muttered under my breath.

Now here it was. Again, my mom filled my sexual thoughts for the afternoon. My cock chubbed repeatedly that afternoon. Several times, my thoughts turned to sex. I needed Lauren, not Annie this weekend. I needed a woman that wanted sex, lots and lots of hard sex. By supper time, my work done for the day, I headed in. As I bounded up the stairs, I could not wait to get into the shower. I needed to relieve myself soon. My balls ached, my cock rigid, I stroked myself to a needed orgasm. No pretense, I masturbated to thoughts of my mom. Standing tall, bent at the waist, I drilled her body, shoving my hard cock into her yielding cunt. “Oh god Mother,” I groaned as I erupted into orgasm. I pounded out several streams of cum, blasting globs on the wall. As my cock deflated, I squeezed base to tip, pulling the final drops of cum out. My knees buckled, I slumped against the wall. “Damn that was good!” I praised.

I was able to get hold of Lauren late Friday evening. She was hoping I would call about the dance. Arrangements made, I planned to pick her up early Saturday evening. I planned on dinner, then dancing the evening away, followed by some serious sex. No sooner in the pickup, Lauren had my growing shaft in her mouth and throat. With pictures of my mom in my head, I erupted into a massive orgasm, flooding Lauren’s mouth with my cum. Groaning deeply, she swallowed every drop. My mind screamed obscenities at me for my thoughts. Pervert! Incest! Arching my hips, I pictured shoving my cock deep into momma face, my hand traversing her back, dropping down over her ass, my fingertips sliding slowly, softly between her globes, dipping into her slit, and finding her wet, soaked hole. I groaned loudly!

Mom looked terrific that evening, dressed very nicely. Her eyes twinkled, sparkling even. I grabbed her, tugging her to the dance floor. As we danced, I pulled her close, feeling her body meld to mine softly. Closing my eyes, I listened to her breathing, felt her body, and caressed her back gently. Proximity causes erection flashed into my mind just as ol' trusty chubbed. I felt him grow, but did not pull away instantly. I wanted to feel me press to her, to feel her. My breathing quickened. I stepped away as the song finished, leading Mom off the floor, and headed to Lauren.

"Baby, let's go to my place," I whispered in her ear. "I need you!" We headed out the door, knowing that within the next hour, I would be pounding her yielding flesh hard, deep, repeatedly.

 

[mtnman2003]

Reaching the truck, I instructed Lauren to remove her nylons. During the short 20-minute drive back to the ranch, I pulled Lauren’s dress up and caressed her bare thighs, raking my nails up and down her soft skin. My rough, calloused hands aroused her as she slid down in the seat slightly, opening her legs wide.

“Touch me!” she whispered. I slid my hand to her panties. Moist, her mound beckoned. I pushed a finger to her clit, mashing it under her panties, pushing the material into her slit. I slowly caressed her, flicking my finger back and forth for several minutes. She grabbed my arm, pulling it hard against her body. Her hips arched hard, her cunt lifting to me, her orgasm ripping through her body. Clamping her legs together, she humped my fingers as we turned into the long drive.

My mind wandered. Would Mom cum as easy as Lauren? Would she arch to me, spread her legs wide. Would she flood her panties? As we pulled up to the house, Lauren bounded from the truck, up the steps, and into the house. I followed, knowing that I would soon fuck this lithe woman. I knew her screams would permeate the whole house. My balls ached! My cock throbbed.

Before long, I was between her legs, cock buried balls deep in her pussy, thumping her hard when I heard mother slam the door to her room. How long had she been home? How many screams had she heard? I fucked Lauren harder, slamming her flesh hard, our bodies slapping repeatedly, loudly.

I pictured my mother underneath me, watching her body, seeing her tits bounce as I pounded into her, watching her mouth, her tongue lick her lips. I rose up, lifting her hips, watching my cock slide in and out, her lips stretch to hold me, coat me with her juices. Lust flooded my senses, my little brain took control, I slammed my cock into her cunt.

“Fuck me Mother,” I shouted, slamming my body forward. My cock enlarged, my balls contracted, I jettisoned cum up my shaft, into Lauren’s waiting, needing cunt. My mind pictured Mother lying beneath me, taking my cum, her eyes, looking deep into mine as my orgasm ripped through my fiber to the core.

I wanted my mother! I wanted her impaled on my massive cock! My body shuddered, shoving my cock deeper, grinding our sexes together.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Feeling my son's erection as we danced confused me but at least it validated my opinion that Bobby needed to find himself a woman and settle down but still my belly twisted when he walked over to Lauren and they left. She wasn't exactly the settling down type, but at least he would get some sort of relief.

"You make my dick hard dressed like that, Jewel."

It was Dave, of course. No one else talked to me like that. "Behave, Chief," I hissed, turning as he placed his hand on the small of my back and started to dance. I could feel him growing hard as he pressed against me, but I pulled away. "People will see."

"Meet me out back for a quickie?"

I eased myself out of his grasp and, with a fixed smile on my face, shook my head back and forth. "Not a chance. In fact, I'm thinking about going home. I'm not feeling very well."

"I can give you a lift." Dave was leering and, for the first time since we'd started sleeping together, he made me feel sick to my stomach.

"No, thanks," I said. "I drove myself." I hadn't really, but what he didn't know wasn't going to hurt him. And if it did, right now I didn't really care. "Go tend to your wife, Dave." I looked past him to see her approaching. "Evening, Leah," I said, not waiting for her to reply. I knew she wouldn't.

******​

Bobby's truck was parked in front of the house when I got home a half hour later and said my thanks to Ed and Lavinia Poole who had given me a lift. "You sure you're okay, Jewel," she asked as I opened the car door and the interior light went on. "You look a bit flushed."

"Nothing that a hot cup of tea and a warm bed won't cure," I replied, smiling wanly. Of all the places Bobby could have taken Lauren, why did it have to be here and why did it bother me so much??

I waved as they drove away and let myself into the house. They'd be up in Bobby's room, I figured, and I didn't want to stick around downstairs in case I'd run into either of them. As much as I loved my son, he - and especially Lauren - were the last two people I wanted to see right now.

Undressing quickly, I considered turning on the clock radio beside my bed to drown out the sounds coming from across the hall. That Lauren sure had a pair of lungs on her, and Bobby... a hot flush spread throughout my body as I remembered what I had seen the other day.

"Stop that, Jewel," I muttered to myself as I climbed into bed and tuned the radio to a local station; but the music didn't stop my mind from wandering to the sight of my son masturbating down at the creek or the feel of his erection against my body as we danced earlier.

I buried my head beneath my pillow, but the thoughts wouldn't go no matter how I tossed and turned. I was sick. Just sick. Mothers weren't supposed to think of their sons that way, I scolded myself as my hand slipped between my legs and into my slick cleft. "Dave," I whispered, desperately trying to conjure his face in my mind as my fingers began to ease my need -- but it was Bobby's face and cock I saw as my body was wracked by spasms. "Come for me," I pleaded. "Come for mama."

 

[mtnman2003]

I finished pounding Lauren and needed to piss. I slowly walked past Mom’s door. Pausing, I leaned close to the door. I heard Mom’s heavy, rapid breathing. A quick grunt, a soft groan. Then unmistakably, I heard her. “Come for momma,” resonated in my ears. She was making love to me. My heart jumped in my chest.

I had a restless night. I had to plan. I wanted my mother. Point blank wanted my mother. No, I needed my mother! Tossing, turning, I started formulating a plan. And would it take blatant acts on my part, or a more subtle approach. One way would embarrass Lauren, but she was not Mom’s favorite. It would start this coming morning. I opted for the blatant act, wanting to push the envelope, and get my Mom today. My cock throbbed.

I woke Lauren early, wanting to head down for coffee before Mom arose to start the day. Half awake, she pulled one of my shirts over her naked body, and trundled down stairs behind me. I quickly made coffee. I moved to my place at the table, sitting down in my chair.

“Come here woman,” I instructed Lauren. As she stood between my legs, I slid my hands up her body, my palms caressing her thighs, up, cupping the cheeks of her ass. I probed slowly, carefully under her cheeks, my fingertips sliding softly between her lips. Throwing her head back, she squatted slightly, opening her legs to me just enough to slip my finger tips between her lips. Moist, not wet I observed. I pulled her down to her knees.

“I want my cock sucked sweetie,” I whispered. Her hands moved to me, sliding up to my briefs, feeling my cock through the material. Leaning, she nipped my flaccid cock beneath the cotton fabric. I stroked her hair, knowing she would please me right here, right now. “Let my cock out,” I instructed. She moved to pull my cock from my shorts. Grasping it, she moved quickly to suck the head into her mouth. Blood rushed to fill my tubes, enlarging my cock quickly. Lauren was good, able to take me balls deep into her mouth and throat. She quickly was bobbing deep on my large cock.

Right as if to a perfect script, I heard the stairs creak weakly. I knew my mom was heading for the kitchen, smelling the coffee. I knew she would catch a look at us from the side, watching Lauren slide completely up my glistening cock, hesitate as she licked and sucked the head, and plummet down taking me deep in her mouth and throat.

I watched as she rounded the corner, pulling up on Lauren’s head, wanting to show my Mother my cock. Mom stopped in her tracks, her eyes locked on Lauren. Her mouth gaped, she froze. I looked to her, watching her face, her fixed glaze, her focus. I pulled Lauren down hard, shoving my cock into her face. I humped against her lips, grinding my hips upward, pulling her up again, exposing my cock. I continued to stare at my Mother. Her eyes moved upwards, meeting my gaze. I fucking could barely breathe. My cock ached, I needed my Mother.

“I want you,” I mouthed, exaggerating the words. “Mother, I want you,” I whispered. My body wretched! My hips jumped as I exploded into orgasm, shooting ropes of cum into Lauren’s mouth. Pulling upwards, my cum literally erupted, streams of cum shooting into her mouth. I looked to Mom. She turned, moving quickly out of the kitchen.

“Oh shit,” Lauren gasp as cum hit her lips. She had seen Mom start her exit of the kitchen. I pulled her roughly down on my deflating cock.

“Suck me,” I stated firmly. She dived to finish my orgasm. Glancing to the door, Mom had turned to look at me. “I love you,” I mouthed to her.

“I want you too,” she whispered as she moved quickly away.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Astonished at what I had seen, but even more so by what I had said, I hurried back to my room. Closing the door and leaning against it, my arms wrapped around my body; I couldn't catch my breath. What in the world had possessed me to say that to Bobby? I was both excited and repulsed, the unbearable ache between my legs taunting me perversely as I turned the lock and let my robe slip to the floor.

My hips bucked up against my fingers as I lay on my bed masturbating, but this time I didn't try to picture Dave Jenkins. This time my fantasy was focussed on Bobby. On his cock. On Laurel's mouth. No. On my mouth as I sucked him. My son! Jesus, I was coming hard. I shuddered, spasming and convulsing as my fingers swirled over my clit. And then I started all over again, crying as I reached my peak, though I wasn't exactly sure why.

I stayed in my bedroom until I heard Bobby's truck start up and move down the drive. He was taking Laurel home, I figured as I walked toward the bathroom and started the water running. A long, hot soak was what I needed to get my thoughts in order.

We'd have a talk when Bobby came back. I'd explain that this just couldn't be and that I made a mistake in the heat of the moment; seeing him with Laurel and all. He'd understand. I knew he would. In fact, he was probably more than a bit ashamed for his behavior, too. Sex did funny things to people.

I lay back and closed my eyes, the hot water and the scent of the bath salts I'd added to them comforting my body and my mind. Yes, I thought, dreamily. Bobby would understand. Yes, he would. As for me? I'd phone Dave later and get rid of my itch that way instead.

"Mama?"

The sound of Bobby's voice startled me and I jumped, slipping under the water and coming back up spluttering. I must have fallen asleep. "I'll be out in a minute!"

"Here," his voice was soft, gentle and right beside me as he reached into the water and pulled the plug.

I couldn't look him in the eye as I tried desperately to cover myself; not an easy feat for a naked woman in a tub of water. Cold water at that. "I... " Truth was, I didn't know what to say and everything I had planned to say was running out of my head as fast as the water was sluicing down the drain.

 

[mtnman2003]

Upon return, I searched the house, looking for my Mother. I knew a discussion was coming. I knew my Mother, all the reasons why it was not acceptable, not right, and must be avoided. The ache in my loins argued differently.

I turned her bedroom door knob softly. Locked! I leaned, listened to the door. Nothing! I rapped gently. No response. Reaching above the door, I got the door lock key. Quickly, I opened the door expecting to find my Mother confused, pensive. Her bathroom door was closed. I approached, listening. Again, nothing!

Opening the door, Mom was in the tub, her body relaxed, head resting on her towel. Her eyes were closed softly, the water forming to her body just below her arm pits. I looked intently at her breasts, the water, soap bubbles wrapped delicately around the top of her breasts. Her breathing was deep, a restful sleep. I wondered how long she had been here.

“Momma,” I whispered. Nothing! “Momma,” I whispered again louder. Startled, her eyes flew open, glanced to me as she dipped under the water. Split seconds passed, Momma surfaced, spluttering as she arose from the water. I reached to pull the plug. Her arms quickly covered her exposing breasts. Her skin now covered with goose bumps. I glanced to the hidden nipples, wondering if they were hard, protruding.

“My bath towel Bobby,” Momma whispered. I sat mesmerized, watching the water uncover her body. The middle aged taut midsection slowly uncovered. Momma’s leg rose, to cross over her mound, hiding it from my view. “Bobby,” Momma muttered more exasperatedly. I glanced to her face. Her eyes diverted, not wanting to look me in the eye. She would be submissive to me. I turned, grabbing the towel, stood, lifting the towel wide to wrap her magnificent body as she stepped from the tub. Momma sat, not knowing what to do.

“Mother,” I instructed, shaking the towel gently. She glanced to the towel, to my eyes, and back to the towel. Giving in, her hands dropped to the edge of the tub as she lifted her body, pulling her legs underneath her. I looked to her body, taking in every line of her breasts, noting the puffy nipples, protruding, and hardening under my stare. I backed a step away from the tub, allowing her to step clear. She stood still, her shoulders arching slightly, lifting her breasts, an instant show, a declaration of her womanhood. Then, just as suddenly, her hands reached to mine taking the towel, pulling it over her breasts, tucking neatly under her arms, pulling the long side around to tuck into the top. Her hands free, she stood before me.

“Bobby,” she whispered under her breath. “We need,” her voice haltered. I stepped quickly to her, my hands flying to her cheeks, lifting her face to me. I leaned quickly, my lips lightly brushing hers. Time stood still. My lips lingered, my breath stolen for that moment. Momma stood quietly, both our eyes open, looking from one to the other, searching. I leaned again, kissing her fully on the mouth, my lips nibbling with hers. Reticent, her lips kissed me back. Seconds passed so quietly, nothing but our lips touching, my hands holding her face gently. My eyes closed, I opened my mouth slightly, kissed her with more intensity. My tongue darted to her lips, licking them, tasting them. I felt her melt, become putty in my hand. Her tongue danced with mine.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

My earlier resolve that we would discuss things and come to a mutual conclusion that this just wasn't possible quickly disappeared as I melted into Bobby's arms. I could feel him, hard against my belly, devouring my mouth. I wanted... the image of what I'd heard last night and seen him doing this morning compounded by actually being in his arms drove all sane thoughts from my mind. I whimpered softly, helplessly; my eyes pleading for assurance as I found myself not unable but unwilling to resist.

"Mother... Come. Make love with me." Bobby's voice was deep, commanding, yet hoarse with desire as he spoke. When had he become a man, I wondered. Amazed by the determination in his words I simply nodded when he took my hand, leading me into the bedroom, our roles of mother and son seemingly, if temporarily, reversed. He had given me the permission I needed to make love to my son.

My lack of experience and my need to please Bobby at odds, his eyes burned into mine as we stood facing each other beside the bed. When I raised my trembling hands to his shirt, my fingers fumbling with its buttons, my towel slithered lazily to the floor and his eyes followed, removing any doubt that I might have had before.

"You're so... beautiful," he murmured, gently encircling my waist as I managed the last button and slid my hands beneath the flannel. Inching them upward to his shoulders, I stepped closer, my nipples grazing his skin as he shrugged out of his shirt; first one arm and then the other.

The touch was electric, my entire body alive and aching to feel him completely naked, to press against him flesh-to-flesh, to have him inside of me. I mewled my frustration as I tried to unbuckle his belt. He stayed my hand and did it himself.

I was holding my breath now, anticipating what would happen next as he lowered his jeans. "You are... " My insides were performing a dizzying dance as I reached for his erection, finally free of its confines. There would be time enough for leisurely explorations later, I thought, pulling him with me onto the bed. Right now...

Bobby settled between my legs as I lifted them around his waist. There were no words, no questions, no doubts, only... I guided him into my slick, needy cleft; our hands meeting as our bodies joined and our mouths met. I shuddered, groaning with satisfaction as he filled me, spread me and I reshaped myself to fit him.

He broke the kiss first, staring into my eyes as he began to move. It felt so good... so right. I tightened my muscles around his girth, crying out my delight as his thrusts increased in both speed and depth. It was all I had expected, and more.

 

[mtnman2003]

Stretching her hands high above her head, our fingers interlaced, I pushed my hips forward hard, my body slapping against her flesh, the suddenness of the flesh-on-flesh snapping the still air of the room. Mom gasped as I ground my hips against her. My cock slid so deep, touching her depths. Pulling her hands back to shoulder height, I raised upwards, glancing down between our bodies. I watched as my cock slid from her body, her engorged lips stretching to hold me, coaxing me to plunge forward, to fill her channel again. I looked to her eyes, open, staring deep into mine as I pushed forward hard. Her mouth opened, closed quickly, biting her bottom lip as I pounded into her, sinking my cock balls deep in her yielding body. As I slapped against her, our bodies became one, her soft, wet walls wrapping my manhood, smothering me, squeezing me, holding me in her depths.

Releasing her hands, I dropped to her chest, my mouth capturing hers quickly. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, our tongues dancing hard together. My right hand dropped to her thigh, lifting hard, driving up over my shoulder. Pressing my hand to the bed, I rolled slightly, my left arm sliding under her right leg, lifting as well. Pinning her beneath me, our bodies joined at our sex, I raised to my toes, pulled back, and slammed my cock into her depths. I pistoned hard, fast, repeatedly into her body. My cock pounded deep, grinding our sexes together hard, fast, and furious. I watched her eyes, her head thrown back, her eyes opened with each withdrawal, and flinched shut with each thrust into her depths.
I listened to the sounds of our sex, rebounding off the walls, flooding the senses, driving our bodies toward orgasm.

“Baby,” she screamed, her nails digging into the back of my shoulders, sliding down over the small of my back, pulling my ass hard, nails exaggerating each thrust as she pulled me between her legs. Breathing became ragged, breath held, then forced out with each thrust, each meeting of our pelvic bones, each arch of the hips. My cock, soaked with her juices, pulled up, her hips lifting to capture her loved intruder, her hips splaying, opening her sex to me, offering herself, her body, her soul.

I opened my eyes, found her smiling as I pounded down again. Teeth clenched, she absorbed each thrust, each penetration deep in her body. Her head raised, her teeth biting the flesh on my upper pectoral muscle, her teeth holding firmly as I slid deep. I could feel her body shudder, convulse as I slammed in and out faster, harder. Cognizant thought lost, rational emotions gone, I slammed my cock home, returning to the depths where I started this world. Mother started a guttural groan that curled my toes.

“Love me Baby,” she growled, her teeth clenched, nipping at my chest. Breathless, grunting with each thrust, “Cum in me Baby,” Mother ordered.

My balls churned, expanding rapidly, filling with seed. Grinding against her, the trigger switched, my balls erupted, spewing cum into my hard shaft, muscles squeezing, jettisoning into the depths of body. “Oh God Mother,” I whispered as my body convulsed on her, my hips humping her, grinding my cock deeper with each spurt of cum.

“Yes Bobby,” Mom whispered softly. “Oh my yes Bobby,” she whispered so softly, her hand cupping my face as I lay on her. Her legs pulled me deep. Her lips found mine, softly kissing me, feeling me cum in her body, each spurt followed by a gasp, a growl.
As my orgasm passed, I collapsed on her, our bodies melding, her mouth seeking my mouth, kisses so soft, so gentle. My seed dribbled from my cock, shrinking from her body. I thrust my hips forward once more, pushing my now flaccid cock into her again.

Breathing returned to near normal as I lay on her chest, nuzzling her neck. Time for exploration crossed my mind as my body moved, my lips traversing her chest, her nipple sucked gently into my mouth. Grabbing it with my teeth, my tongue danced over the hardening nipple as Mom arched to me, pushing her tit flesh into my mouth. Her hand pulled me closer, her fingers wrapped in my hair.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I drew in my breath, amazed at how quickly I had come as well as by the fact that I was aroused again. Or was that still? Most of the time when Dave and I were together, I found myself left unsatisfied yet something told me that this wouldn't be so with Bobby -- with my son.

My back arched when he bit at my nipples, my hips rolling slowly, lasciviously beneath him as I felt him growing hard again. Maybe it was his youth, I considered. Maybe it was breaking the ultimate taboo. I could barely keep myself from screaming out my need. Jesus how I needed him inside of me again!

My hands slipped from Bobby's hair as he eased away from my breasts, the cool air made the areolae pucker and I whimpered at the loss of his warm breath and mouth. His hands were everywhere at once, or so it seemed, and I could barely reach him. Mewling with frustration, I tried to pull Bobby back but he continued the downward path he was taking along my belly; his long, slender fingers now tracing the cleft between my legs.

I bucked up greedily, pressing my pussy against them. Our eyes met and he smiled, a lazy crooked smile that I knew and loved so well. I started to chastise him for teasing me but Bobby was lifting himself up and away from my body now and I found myself holding my breath in anticipation instead.

I reached out, my fingers grasping at the space between us as Bobby knelt between my legs, his erection jutting out proudly from his body. At that moment, I didn't think I'd ever wanted anyone as badly as I wanted him. "Beautiful... " I breathed softly, lifting my pelvis wantonly as he placed his hands on my thighs.

When his eyes began to travel down my body, I felt suddenly nervous. I was thinner than Lauren, had smaller breasts, skinnier legs. I wasn't shaved. Was she, I wondered? I knew he could see my ribs, my hip bones as I lay there. Did it bother him? Was he having second thoughts? "Bobby?" I whispered, my voice tinged with something akin to fear. He was moving back even further.

 

[mtnman2003]

I gently pushed her legs wide, lying down on the bed between her legs. My hands traversed her legs, traveling upwards, my nails leaving a trail of fire. Her body arched as I grew closer to her sex. I touched her matted, juices soaked, cum soaked hair. I so wanted to taste her. I wanted to suck her clit into my mouth, hold it gently as I flicked my tongue back and forth quickly, hard, driving her body to orgasm. I wanted her hips to arch high, flex, feeling her orgasm wash over the body. And her body, it was magnificent. Small, pert breasts, topped by eraser nipples, suck able, chewable nubs. My cock grew harder, wanting to fill her again, feel her warm wet channel to wrap around my cock again. I groaned loudly, a shiver running up my spine. I dropped to her sex, my mouth capturing her protruding clit. I wiggled my mouth back and forth, spreading her lips, pulling her clit to my mouth, sucking it deep, stretching her flesh. Her hips jumped to my mouth. I pushed her down with my mouth attached to her clit. I thrashed her flesh fast, hard. Her body jumped involuntarily, her legs splaying, opening to surrender to me. She offered her sex, her hand caressing my face softly. Her bottom lip was covered by her teeth, almost biting to hard. She anticipated me, wanting me to make her cum.

Pulling back, I let my fingers slide down her cleft, glued shut with our mixed juices. I had never eaten a lady after filling her with my juices. Cream pie rang in my minds’ ears. Could I do it? Could I eat my own juices? Could I eat her thrashed cunt? I glanced to her face. She questioned me? Why had I stopped was etched in her face.

“Bobby,” she whispered, her hips tilting again, her slit beckoning me. “Make momma cum honey,” she continued, her voice husky, cracking as she whispered.

I spread her lips with my fingers. Soaked, her slit allowed my fingers to slide easily. I pushed through the closed lips, my fingertips finding her wet hole. I pushed two fingers into her body. A gasp of breath escaped her as I buried my fingers completely. Moving my fingers in all directions, I hammered her cunt, watching my fingers pull back, plunging deep again. Momma’s hips jumped high. I leaned to her, biting down softly on her clit again. My tongue thrashed it back and forth, captured, held firmly, mashing it against her yielding body. I continued my assault, her body quickly responding, reaching for, and achieving her orgasm. As her orgasm ripped through her body, she convulsed under my mouth. I held her clit firmly, sucking her hard.

Pulling my fingers out, I slid to her most private hole. My fingertip reamed her, slowly, pressing firmly.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I started to protest when Bobby removed his fingers from inside of me, then immediately tensed as he moved it lower. Was it a mistake? No, it didn't seem to be. My son's voice, soothing, encouraging, telling me to relax told me that it was not.

The realization that my son was far more experienced than me - and perhaps even his father - gave me pause as a rush of jealousy rushed through me. Who had taught him these things? Who had he done them with? Even as my body subconsciously objected to the intrusion of his finger in a place I'd never considered sexual, I knew that if I didn't at least try, Bobby would become bored and move on... or go back to... The thought was unacceptable.

"Bobby... I've never... "

"Just relax, mother," he crooned, pressing harder. "I won't hurt you."

Trust, I knew, was everything and if I couldn't trust my own son, I didn't know who I could. I nodded and tried to do as he instructed, my breaths coming more evenly as I felt the tip of Bobby's index finger slip inside and, as I relaxed the muscles inside of myself, slowly, slowly move deeper.

At first it wasn't very different, I considered, but as he twisted his hand around and brought his thumb up to my clit, I realized that the sensations I was now experiencing were quite different from the way I felt when fucking in the "normal" way. I relaxed some more, letting them wash over me - through me - moving tentatively against his hand.

"Ohhh... " I whispered, my hands sliding down my body toward my raised thighs; fingers claw-like as I gripped them. What would it feel like if it were his cock? I shuddered deliciously, still nervous but definitely enjoying this new thrill.

 

[mtnman2003]

I shoved my finger in Mother’s ass slowly, feeling the sensations, mostly watching her react to me. Rubbing her clit with my thumb, I watched as she grew lost in her mind, her body taking hold of her thoughts, her motions. Her hips humped involuntarily against my finger, grinding toward my palm, her dark sheath seeming to relax, to pull my finger deep into her body. I marveled at the scene, Mother’s hands clamping her thighs, lifting her body to me, offering her forbidden sex. As yet another orgasm moved through her body, her face seemed relaxed, although visibly flushed. Her breathing grew shallow, rapid.

With each thrust into her body, she exhaled slowly. Her groans filled my senses, overloading my brain. Each plummet into her ass brought such sweet, guttural groans, yet left her begging for more. I let my lust run rampant, my cock engorging almost instantly. I wanted her ass. I wanted her. She will be mine. I would take her!

My mind flashed to almost savage, animalistic sex, our bodies pounding together, my cock buried balls deep in her ass. My balls throbbed at the thought. She would be screaming, her tits pounding her collar bones, nipples rigid, her legs draped high over my shoulder as I plunged my cock deep, my balls hanging down the crack of her ass.

I knee walked to her, pulling my finger out of her ass. I watched her face, saw the sadness as I withdrew. Her body yearned for more. Her eyes flashed open as I pushed her legs up. Arching her back, I grabbed my cock, sliding it along her wet slit. Coating the head, I pushed into her cunt, thrusting deep. I held my position, her mouth gaping as I ground my body against her. Pulling out slowly, I fisted my cock, pushed her legs higher, and placed the soaked head to her brown puckered hole.

“Oh Jesus Baby,” Mother breathed loudly. I pushed forward hard, the head slipping into her body, the tight ring clamping over the crown. I stopped movement. Mother’s mouth gaped wide, her eyes wide open, staring into my face. “Yes Baby,” she grunted.

I shoved my body forward, my cock slipping into her body. Her breath exploded from her as my cock slid deep. Pulling back, thrusting forward, I impaled her, my cock buried in her dark depths. I pushed her legs even higher, our only point of contact, my cock buried in her ass. My cock expanded even larger. I thrust forward hard, my body slamming into hers.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

It was like nothing I had ever experienced before and I struggled to remain relaxed while a gamut of unfamiliar sensations coursed through my body. Bobby's cock was big, thicker and longer than his father's had been, definitely larger than Dave's - I knew my pussy had been tight around him, but this...

My eyes travelled from my son's eyes and down his body to where we were joined. I couldn't see much, but it was enough to really get me going as I let my hands slide down my body to the vee between my thighs.

"Ohh... " I cried, bucking up hard against him as he rammed into me. Deep. So deep... and hard. Now that I was becoming more used to this, I could feel a lovely trembling, tingling deep in my belly, quite different from the way a cock felt in my pussy. Would I orgasm? What would it feel like?

I felt myself tense and Bobby crooned softly, "You feel so good, Mother. So... good."

Meeting his eyes, I knew he realized that I was nervous but, once again, the burning passion I saw there was enough to encourage me and fan the flames of my own rapacious nature. One that I knew had lain dormant for far too long.

I let my hands travel back to my breasts, my fingers tugging and pulling at my nipples. "Mmm... yes, baby. Make Mama come. Make... me... "

 

[mtnman2003]

I watched her pulling her nipples, my cock expanding larger. I savagely thrust my hips to her, driving my large cock into the dark depths of her body. I pulled her body to me, impaling her, grinding my cock deep, settling, holding her firmly. I leaned to her chest, my tongue extended. Momma grabbed her tit flesh, squeezing, forcing firmness to fill her flesh, the nipple rigid, standing, goose bumps over the flesh. I circled the nipple, my wet tongue washing over the hardened flesh. Blowing cool air to the nipple, her body lifted to me, a growl erupting in her throat.

I sucked her nipple quickly between my teeth, nipping the firm flesh hard, grinding my teeth back and forth, rolling the nipple. Her hand grabbed the back of my head, pulling me firmly against her tit, her flesh mashed against my lips.

“Make momma cum,” she growled huskily, her breathing labored. Her head arched back, her legs clamping around my body, her ass tilting. I pulled my hips back slightly, a grunt erupted from her as I slammed my hips hard to her body, my cock tapping her inner depths, drilling so deep, so hard, so quickly.

Her hand slipped between our bodies, her fingers penetrating her lips, mashing her soaked clit. “Again,” she shouted. “Shove it deep,” she grunted as I pulled back, slamming forward with all I could muster. Her fingers tripped her orgasm, her convulsions almost uncontrollable. I bared my teeth, grabbed hit tit, and bit her soft flesh, sucking the nipple deep into my mouth. I pawed, roughly mashing her flesh as I humped my cock in and out of her tight ass. My cock engorged, swelling that instant before my orgasm erupted. My hips thrust forward involuntarily, grinding hard, our bodies joined. My cock exploded, sending flashes of colors through my brain. I grunted loud, long.

“Yes Baby,” Momma growled, my cum spitting into her depths. She growled deep in her body, a deep rumbling that melted my core. I flopped to her, my body melding against hers as my cock spit load after load in her ass. My breathing slowed, my cock deflated, slowly withdrawing from her ass. I lay still, listening to her heart beat, her soft, full mound of tit flesh inches before my eyes. Wrapping my hand around the tit, I pulled it softly to my mouth, kissing the soft flesh.

I felt warm, loved between her legs, our bodies pressed so close, sharing our sexes. She was mine. She is all I wanted.