Chapter 4412 - MOM LOVES BIG ONES

"Get away from the window, Mom," Alice Moore's son Luke said in exasperation. "I swear, you're always watching the goddamn neighbors. You're turnin' into a real voyeur."

"Hush, I just need to see what's up next door." The five-foot-two single mother stood tip-toe atop a battered footlocker in the corner of her son's second-story bedroom, straining for a glimpse of the front of Kathy Hanley's house. The Hanley place was set well back from the wooded street, surrounded by shrubbery hedges that in Alice's opinion were overdue for a good trimming. Luke's window had the best view of the yard, but Alice still had to shove her head and shoulders outside and crane her neck to see anything.

"So what's the big deal? Mrs. Hanley strutting around out front in her bikini again? Lemme take a look. I crack a boner every time I see her."

Alice ignored Luke's provocation. He was getting worse by the day. A lot of it was her fault. She let him get away with too much. Far too much.

"Fine, go on and gawk," Luke said. " I'm getting' a good show this way. Stretch a little more. It lifts your ass up and makes your legs look great. Nice."

"What a thing to say to your mother!" Alice looked at him in dismay. Here it was almost noon. on a sunny Saturday in late April, yet Luke was still in bed--two pillows tucked under his head, one muscular leg dangling off the narrow mattress, and the top sheet pulled casually across his crotch.

Alice had thought he was still asleep when she'd crept into his room for a quick peek out the window. Otherwise, she told herself, she wouldn't have come in dressed as she was, in nothing more than frayed cut-off jeans and a white sports bra that barely restrained her large breasts.

The heat of a deep blush flooded Alice's cheeks as her son's frank gaze roamed her body. It was starting again--the thing that she'd so resisted.

"If you must know, Kathy has two men moving in with her," she said with as much indignation as she could muster for Luke's benefit. Best to distract him with gossip. "There's an old SUV in the driveway, and two guys who can't be more than twenty are unloading luggage."

"So? That's her business. Lady's been divorced for a couple of years. Why should she be all alone?"

"Oh, you--you just love the idea that your next-door neighbor is a whore. Men!" Alice stepped off the footlocker, stepping carefully past her son's bed. She needed to get to her own bedroom and lock the door while she piled on as many clothes as she could stand to wear in the warmth of early Spring.

Luke knew as well as she did that there was no chance of Kathy Hanley ever being lonely. The woman was a slut. An extraordinary, gorgeous blonde slut with huge tits and sleek legs that opened easily for any man. Her sexual appetite was unslakable. Her adulterous antics had become so brazen that no one in town had been surprised when her disgusted husband had finally left her. Instead, everyone wondered why he'd hung in for as long as he did.

In the years since the split, Kathy had pulled out all the stops. She was extremely popular with the men around town -- those she worked with as well as those she found in the bars that she prowled most evenings. The other wives in this sleepy little suburb had become suspicious of where their husbands went and what they did on their "guys' nights out."

Alice was especially horrified at Kathy's rapid degeneration. That was partly because she inevitably witnessed too much of what went on next door, but mostly because Kathy had once been her closest friend. Nowadays they barely nodded at one another as they came and went each day. Alice told herself that it was because Kathy was far too busy chasing every available cock to pay attention to anything or anyone else. The truth was that Alice felt a responsibility to withdraw and somehow shield her son from the clutches of the thirty-eight-year-old whore next door.

"You can stop wringin' your hands," Luke said, interrupting his mother's ruminations. "That's gotta be Carter's Jeep out there."

"Car--her son?"

"Uh-huh. Him and Dave are coming home to visit for a few weeks. He texted me on the way in last night. We're gettin' together this afternoon."

"Hmm. Never thought I'd see the day." Kathy's sons had gone to live with her ex-husband when he and his second wife had moved out of town. They'd both refused to have anything to do with their mother since then.

"So you can stop daydreaming about catching Mrs. Hanley gettin' pounded by a couple of young dudes."

Warmth suffused Alice's body at Luke's licentious talk. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing," she said, edging toward the bedroom door. "And it won't work this time."

"Yeah?" Luke abruptly sat up straight. The sheet slid down to his waist. Something stirred visibly between his thighs. He'd been sleeping naked again, damn him. With the sharp reflexes of youth, he stretched one long arm across the narrow space between his bed and the far wall, snagging his mother's wrist before she could react and yanking her toward him.

"Luke!" she yelped. "For God's sake, not again!"

Luke just laughed and pulled his mother into bed, dropping her on her ass between the wall and his lean, athletic body. Alice screwed her eyes shut tight.

"C'mon, Mom, we haven't had a play date in over a week." Alice wriggled and kicked in a now-familiar struggle against her son's greater weight and tremendous physical strength.

"It's not right. I've told you that!" She wedged the heels of her small hands against his broad chest and pushed uselessly against him. Her pulse pounded in her ears, but not from fear. She knew too well that this would end the same way it had ended half a dozen times before, and the excitement of those memories made her tremble all over.

"Just a little quality time," Luke teased, running his thick fingers through his mother's red curls. His dark eyes grew serious as he brought her face up to his and slipped his tongue into her gasping mouth.

Only a week? Why did it feel like so much longer since she'd last succumbed to this humiliating temptation? It couldn't be that she longed for Luke's aggressive sexual attention. No, it couldn't be that. What they were doing was utterly wicked and shameful--and with each repetition, they edged closer to the commission of unforgivable acts.

"OH!" Alice's breath caught in her throat as her thigh brushed against something warm and hard. She froze, her eyes flying open to see her son's cock rearing up from the tangle of wiry curls at his crotch. It was stiff and throbbing. It always seemed to be like that, no matter the time of day or whether he was asleep or awake.

She ceased her struggles, simply staring open-mouthed at her son's hard-on. He chuckled and took her by the wrist again, more gently this time. Guiding her hand to his prick, he said, "Here you go, Mom. All yours."

She couldn't resist trailing her fingertips across his cock-knob. It leaped slightly at her touch. Luke's cock was the most beautiful she had ever seen. It was so long and gracefully curved, and as big around as her forearm. The shaft was crisscrossed by thick veins and capped by a big, wedge-shaped crimson head.

She cupped her fingers and slid her hand lightly along his cock. "You're s-so big," she breathed, as if she'd never seen her sexually-mature son's cock before. But of course she had, too many times.

Luke had just turned eighteen when his father had left the family for a little trophy cunt he'd brought back from a business trip to Bangkok. Luke reacted at first by withdrawing into himself, even more hurt and enraged by his father's betrayal than his mother was.

But as the weeks passed, Luke's attitude changed. His father had treated both wife and son as little more than irritating disappointments. Freed from that oppressive daily presence, Luke asserted himself in new ways. That wasn't always an easy thing for Alice to live with, either. Luke was an adolescent male, after all, rebellious and sometimes defiant at her slightest efforts to discipline him. Mother and son both became aware that she could not control him any more than he would permit.

Alone at home with his mother, Luke soon assumed the swaggering dominance of the champion school athlete that he showed among his teammates. He was tall and strong and confident, and Alice lived almost literally in his shadow. Still, she was startled when, one day, she noticed him looking her over in the possessive way he might one of his girlfriends. There was something speculative in his eyes--something more than idle curiosity.

Strangely enough, her son's interest energized Alice as much as it alarmed her. She took more care about her appearance than she had in a long time. Lord knew she'd let herself go for long enough after her husband had dumped her. Now she began working out, spending time on her makeup, and dressing to attract men.

Not any man in particular. Certainly not anyone at home.

One night, Alice awakened near midnight to find Luke in bed with her. He'd been watching her in the dim glow of the street light that streamed in through the blinds. He ran his hands over her face and shoulders to rouse her from sleep.

She'd demanded that he go back to his own room immediately.

Luke had just grinned. "Gotta see you naked," was all that he'd said as he'd stripped her of her flannel pajamas.

That had been the first time.

Luke's tugging on her sports bra snapped Alice back to the present. He pulled the thin ribbed fabric up to expose the heavy globes of her breasts. The breeze from the open window must have been what stiffened her big nipples to rubbery points. It couldn't be that she was getting turned on by her son's hot breath tickling her naked flesh.

"Man, I love your tits."

"They're too big," she sighed, blushing again.

"For what?" Luke sucked one tit deeply into his mouth, stretching the elastic skin and lathing the hard nubbin of her nipple with his flattened tongue.

"Awwh...oh! Please..." Alice whined. It was like a string ran through her body directly from her nipples to her pussy, pulling at the nerves of her cunt. She fought to hold on to some sliver of self-control. "Please, honey, don't. This is so wrong, we have to stop doing this before...something really bad happens."

"Uh-huh," Luke mumbled around her nipple. The deep timbre of his voice resonated through her flesh, shaking her to her core. "Like what?"

"We've talked about it. Luke--"

"You talk a lot." He unsnapped and unzipped her shorts and eased them down her thighs, along with her underwear. She hoped he didn't notice how damp her panties were. He was already too damn sure of himself and his power to arouse her, to make her want awful things. To make her want the one thing she could never, ever allow.

Luke ran an index finger up the hollow between her thigh and pussy mound, then over the silken curve of that mound to graze her slippery pussy lips. "You shaved again, huh? Kinda weird for a woman who wasn't planning to be messin' around."

"I-I just like the way it feels," Alice whispered. Luke's fingertip circled closer to its target at the apex of her slit.

"Right. I like the way it feels."

She bit her lip to keep from screaming with relief when he finally touched her clit. It felt too good. She clamped her thighs together, a last desperate attempt to discourage him. But his hand was already wedged between her legs and he patiently stroked and wiggled them against her swollen pink fun button. It required only a few seconds of this treatment for her body to betray her. She relaxed and opened her legs, sobbing with frustrated need and shame.

"Attagirl. Gimme more room to play." Luke triumphantly took possession of his mother's cunt, slipping two fingers into her tight wet slit and moving them in a slow fucking motion.

Where had her son learned how to tease and arouse a woman so expertly? Online porn? No, his sexual skills must be born of experience. What about that whore math teacher Helen Warner, who fawned over her male students so obviously that it was a surprise she still had a state license? It certainly couldn't be any of the classmates that Luke dated, callow girls who probably barely knew their way around their own bodies...

Envy surged through Alice when she thought of Luke with any of them. He was her son. Why should other women have what was forbidden to her? It just wasn't fair.

She ran her fingers over his cock while he played with her pussy. His ball sack was firm and full. He probably hadn't jacked off yet this morning. It shouldn't take her long to make him cum. He'd shoot a torrent of hot jism when he did. Her cunt spasmed at the memories of their previous mutual masturbation sessions. She pushed awareness of her own pleasure from her mind with the excuse that the only reason she was beating her son's meat was so that he'd climax and lose interest long enough for her to extricate herself from this situation. It had always worked before, hadn't it?

The excitement of holding a huge, hard young cock in her hand was the furthest thing from her mind. It had to be.

Luke eased a third finger into her cunt, rolling the ball of his thumb over her clit and varying the length and speed of his finger strokes to constantly surprise her. In only a few seconds, he brought her to the cusp of orgasm. "Mmmm... " she sighed despite herself, humping against his palm. "Oh yeah, do that...right there...I'm about to...to..."

Luke took his hand away from her cunt, yanking his cock from her grasp at the same time. "Not yet," he said, smirking.

"Luke!" Alice cried out. "Make me--I mean, let me make you cum!"

"Not yet," he repeated. "I'm not settlin' for another hand job." He tweaked her swollen nipples, chuckling as she reflexively thrust her hips off the mattress. "Looks like you're right on the edge. Bet you'd do anything to get off, right about now. Wouldn't you?"

"Unnhh..." Panic surged through Alice. She couldn't think. Her son had taken control, again.

In the past, she'd managed to satisfy both her son and her own shameful sexual cravings by jerking him off while he fingered her to orgasm. At first that had been easy enough; the experience of being with his mother was so exciting for Luke that she could make him cum fast. But with each encounter, he'd become more resistant to her manipulations. More in control. More determined to drag them both across that hard, bright line that Alice considered the unredeemable sin: her son's cock in her cunt, the two of them fucking like mindless animals.

The last time, he'd held out so long that she'd had to use her mouth on him. Fortunately, a quick kiss and lick at the tip of his prick had set him off. She remembered watching his semen rocketing out of his cock-slit inches from her nose. How she'd rubbed and rolled her clit between her fingertips while he erupted, too overwhelmed by passion to deny herself orgasm before her son's ever-watchful eyes.

Her resolve was weakening, and Luke must know it. Time after time, climax by climax, she was getting closer to giving in.

Luke straddled his mother's chest and took her huge tits in his hands. He laid his cock between them, pressing the soft fleshly melons against his shaft to form a warm channel for him to fuck. His cock was so wet with pre-cum that when he rocked his hips it glided easily up and back between her boobs.

Alice had always adored tit-fucking, long ago when Luke's father had still cared enough to give her more than a fast, perfunctory missionary-style screwing. She'd discovered early in her sexual career that she was the sort of gal who thrilled to a man using her body to satisfy himself and give her incredible pleasure in return. The sensation of a hot, hard prick between her tits was unbearably exciting.

Luke could see that in her eyes. "You're a natural for this," he muttered. "I been wanting to get my hands on these big beauties for a long time. Wasn't long after Dad took off that I realized that his leavin' was a present in disguise. Like Christmas and my birthday rolled into one, you know? I started sneaking peeks at you in the shower, plannin' how this was gonna be. And now, here we are."

He stroked his cock forward and stopped just short of his mother's mouth. Alice felt the heat of his cock-knob against her chin. The musky aroma of pre-cum tickled her nostrils. Helpless against her own carnal instincts, she bent her head forward and parted her lips to taste him.

Luke brushed the head of his cock across Alice's lips. When her tongue flicked out to lick him, he pulled away.

"When was the last time you sucked dick, huh?" he taunted. "You're such a hot piece, Mom, you musta done it a lot. Huh?"

Alice whimpered. "Please..."

"You can tell me. Come on, you got a taste for cock. Doncha?"

"Damn it...what do you want from me?" she pleaded.

"Pussy, Mom. I wanna fuck you. And you want it too. You'd like me to drive my dick right up your fuck-hole while you beg for it." He reached back, running his hands along the tops of Alice's thighs, pushing them wider apart. "So maybe we just skip cock-sucking and go straight to the main event, huh?"

"No! Luke, just--just let me suck you off. I'll do a real good job, you're right, I love sucking cock. Let me, please."

Luke laughed. He slid a hand up her thigh and touched her clit. Her body went stiff and she teetered at the precipice of climax.

"I'm not that dumb. You're buyin' time, figuring after a quick blow-job you can talk me out of bonin' you. And I admit that shootin' my load down your throat is gonna feel fantastic when we get around to it. But we've got plenty of time for that after we give your pussy a good workout."

Luke's crude promises had Alice so hot that she was closer than ever to giving in to the demand of her aching, neglected pussy for a good, long fuck. Her mind raced. Desperately, she wrapped her arms around her son's thighs, taking his ass cheeks in her hands and pulling him toward her face again.

Luke might be a gifted stud, but Alice had many more years of sexual experience. She still had a few tricks of her own.

Alice moved one delicate hand to her son's balls, fondling and massaging them while extending her wet tongue to flick against the underside of his cock, just behind the head.

Luke clenched his jaw, groaning through gritted teeth.

Alice slid her other hand into his ass crack, probing until she found his asshole. She pushed a slender finger up into the tight ring of muscle as far as she could.

"Ye-OW! " Luke howled. Every muscle in his body contracted at once. His balls tightened, his cock jerked...and he came.

Alice shut her eyes, feeling the hot fountain of her son's semen raining onto her face and hair. Thick, wet cum pelted her eyelids, splashed across her cheeks, and shot up her nostrils.

"Goddamn fuck it!" Luke twisted and humped and twisted crazily, trying to dislodge his mother's finger from his ass. He lost his balance and Alice took advantage of the moment, shoving him off of her. She rolled off the bed and hit the floor running. Luke's curses echoed down the hallway behind her as she slammed the door to her own bedroom and locked herself inside.

In between her son's angry exclamations, she recognized the helpless gasps of a man who was still cumming.

Alice slumped against the sturdy oak bedroom door and slid to the carpet as she relaxed, her panic subsiding.

She'd escaped, again--but not from Luke.

It was past time to face the truth. She wasn't only fighting her son's lust for her. No, she'd barely escaped the natural consequence of her own incestuous cravings.

One more time.

Giggling nervously, Alice Moore wiped her son's semen from her face and sucked it from her fingertips, toying with her clit until she climaxed."Last door on the right, end of the hall," Kathy Hanley called up the stairwell after her son Dave.

"I know where my old room is, thank you very much!' he snapped without looking back at her. He trudged on up the narrow stairs of the old house where he'd grown up, a wooden crate full of battered iron dumbbell plates balanced easily on one shoulder.

Kathy sighed. No point in letting his attitude discourage her. She hadn't expected that breaking through either of her sons' long-time hostility would be easy. Better to focus on the positive. Such as the sexy way Dave's hard little ass flexed under his slim-cut jeans with every step. Or the size of his cock bulge as he'd stepped down from the passenger side of the Jeep. Kathy noticed those things about every man she met. She habitually sized them up as potential bedmates without even thinking about it.

Both of her sons had real stud potential. She couldn't wait to try them out.

At barely eighteen, Dave was the younger brother. She'd had no direct contact with either him or twenty-year-old Carter since they'd moved out to join their father, Tom Hanley, and his newlywed second wife out west two years ago. Kathy had texted them both for a while. When she'd gotten no response from either she'd given that up in favor of occasional emails and birthday gifts, similarly ignored, and finally settled for tracking their lives on social media. They seemed healthy, both physically and mentally, and appeared to have many friends in their upscale new community. They were especially active in school sports.

And they behaved as if their mother did not exist.

Up until now, she'd had no choice but to grudgingly accept their rejection just as she'd shouldered the public blame for an ugly divorce. Whatever twisted version of the truth her ex-husband and his second wife had fed them wasn't something she could fight from a distance.

Now that her sons were inexplicably back under her roof? That was different. Kathy had a tried and tested arsenal of methods to lure and win the loyalty of any man. She grinned with wicked anticipation, sure that they'd soon be eating out of her hand--as well as her hot pussy.

A crash shook the ceiling, sending the chandelier in the foyer swinging.

"What was that?" Kathy shouted, starting up the stairs. "You okay up there?"

"I'm fine!" Dave growled. "Dropped a goddamn box. Fucking leave me alone!"

"Have it your way, kiddo," Kathy snapped back. "Just watch it. I can't afford to be replacing floors and cracked plaster. I'm not made out of money like your stepmother!"

"Hey, back off him, huh?" her older son, Carter, loomed in the doorway leading from the garage into the kitchen with a suitcase in each hand and a duffle bag tucked under one arm. He dropped his burdens heavily onto the tile floor. "Don't make this harder than it has to be."

At a glance, Carter and Dave looked like twins despite their two-year age difference. Both were tall, lean, and broad-shouldered. They'd inherited their mother's good looks, including her wheat-blond hair and sparkling blue eyes.

Twins in another way as well: the outline of Carter's cock inside his black running shorts was the equal of Dave's. Kathy's tongue tip dabbed moistly at her parted lips as she looked him up and down.

"What're you staring at?"

"Oh, nothing." Kathy sauntered across the kitchen toward him, hips swaying slightly with each step. "I'm just impressed at the way you're growing." She ran a hand down one of his rippling biceps. He jerked his arm away.

"Don't," he muttered.

Easy now, she chided herself. Don't be so obvious. You'll make him skittish.

Kathy was a strong-willed, independent woman. She wasn't intimidated by what she considered Carter and Davy's misplaced anger. Their temporary homecoming might be awkward now, but as far as she was concerned she had only one real problem: deciding which of her sons she would fuck first. She liked her studs young and hung, and she loved her sons. She saw no reason to separate her maternal and sexual impulses. But she hadn't yet worked out a plan. Should she fuck Carter first, or Dave?

It would be natural to favor her firstborn. On the other hand, she'd noticed on Dave's Instagram that there were few pictures of him in the company of women, certainly not anyone in particular, and no shots that hinted at mutual attractions. The possibility that Dave might be a virgin turned Kathy on so much that she didn't want to put off the opportunity any longer than she had to.

Or, maybe it would be fun to take both her sons on at the same time. She enjoyed a good double-fucking. Her cunt churned at the very notion, making the crotch of her pale blue silk panties wet.

Yes, definitely still some details to work out.

"Carter, sweetie, when I said that you and Davy could come home for the summer--"

--"This isn't home--"

"Don't interrupt me!" Irritated, Kathy jabbed her finger into Carter's chest. "I was pointing out that you called me and asked to stay here. Why?"

"Told you, Vanessa decided to shut the estate down and drag Dad off to Singapore for six months on vacation," Carter replied, glowering down at his mother. "Me and Dave didn't get an invite."

"So you said. But look here, you two are basically adults. You've got loads of friends and plenty of money. You could have found temporary digs one way or another out there in the Valley. Why come way back here when you hate me so?"

Carter fell silent. His handsome features softened almost imperceptibly, stony defiance giving way to a brief flicker of hurt.

"I don't hate you," he said softly. Kathy reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. He caught her hand and blocked her, his vulnerability vanishing as quickly as it had surfaced. He hoisted his bags again.

"Gonna meet up with Luke Moore after I stash this stuff," he said brusquely.

"What are you going to do?"

"Hang out."

"When will you be home?"

"Dunno."

With that, Kathy's older son shouldered his way past her and went down the narrow basement stair. She heard the downstairs shower running for a few minutes, then the slamming of the patio doors and the rattle of the Jeep's engine revving out front.

Carter had made Kathy's decision for her.

She tugged the straps of the bra that barely contained her oversized breasts off her shoulders. The cups slipped down until her big pink nipples peeked over their tops. Smoothing the thin silk of her nighty down her waist and the tops of her thighs, she skipped up the stairs to Dave's room.

Dave was sprawled on his old bed, clad in only his jeans, watching something on his phone with his earbuds in. He didn't immediately notice his mother standing in the doorway, so she paused in the doorway to admire his body. He had the deeply-etched abdominal muscles, taut pecs, and mountainous shoulders of a teen dedicated to sports and working out. He fairly burst with the vitality and abundant hormones of youth.

Kathy enjoyed the view for a few seconds before clearing her throat and saying in a loud voice, "What are you watching?"

Startled, Dave sat straight up. "N-nothing." He held his phone close to his chest.

"Ooo, porn? Let me see!" Kathy fairly danced on her toes across the scarred wooden floor, sitting down right beside her son and snatching the phone from his hand before he could react. The video playing was a clip from some anime movie. "Aw, I hoped it was porn," she said with a theatrical pout. She leaned into him as she returned his phone, pressing her tits against his arm.

"Damn, Mom, you're fucking obsessed with sex!" Dave exploded, moving away from her on the bed. "Why are you like this?"

"You're saying I'm fucking obsessed with fucking?" Kathy giggled, scooting closer to him again. "Why not? At your age, you should be, too. And you can't blame me for thinking you were watching something sexy. Otherwise...why are you so hard?"

Dave's eyes followed his mother's as she lowered her gaze to the tightly-stretched front of his jeans. He blushed scarlet as she drew one long, red fingernail along the length of his fly, tracing the outline of his cock. Cupping his crotch, she flicked her tongue against his earlobe and whispered, "What other reason could there be for you to grow a big boner like this?"

"S-stop it!" Dave shouted, but instead of moving away again he shifted on the mattress to spread his thighs further apart. Kathy rubbed her palm up and down the length of his prick.

"Don't be embarrassed, Sweetie. It's perfectly normal for a guy to get turned on looking at his mother."

"It is not!"

"Oh. Well, it should be." Kathy stood up, untying the bow of her nighty and shrugging it off her shoulders to let it drop at her son's feet. "I sure hope I haven't reached the point yet where young guys don't get hard-ons from looking at me." She unsnapped her bra and tossed it away. Dave's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open at her bountiful, brazen display of maternal tit-flesh.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered, his voice filled with awe.

"So, be honest with me." Kathy hooked her thumbs under the elastic on the sides of her panties. Rolling her hips, she inched the narrow strip of silk down over the plump roundness of her upper thighs, pausing just above the hood of her clit. "Is your wicked old Mom still fuckable?"

She lowered her panties to mid-thigh, let them drop, and kicked them off her ankles. She did a slow turn, giving her son a long look at every inch of her sleek, tanned body. Kathy was supple as a teen girl, but not slender. She had the classically curvaceous figure that generations of men had lusted after; the full, round hips, narrow waist, and softly-defined belly that a cohort of horny entrepreneurs had founded magazine empires on generations ago. But the luscious confection of Kathy's physique was topped off by breasts that old Hefner could only dream about: ideal globes well out of proportion to even her hourglass silhouette, completely natural funbags as large as the biggest bolt-ons any porn star could buy.

Kathy faced her son again, standing with hands on hips and her feet planted wide to show off her hairless pussy. The little slit glistened between its narrow pink lips with the dew of arousal.

"Well?"

Dave sat confounded for a long moment, frozen in place by the overpowering vision of his mother's wanton display, before letting out a strangled cry and falling to his knees in front of her. Wrapping his powerful forearms around her thighs, he pulled her legs even further apart and buried his face between them. His lips found the stiff, throbbing button of her clit and closed around it, sucking and licking frantically.

"Oh, yessss!" Kathy moaned, tangling her fingers in her son's short curls to hold him snugly against her crotch. "Oh God you're good, you're so good, why are you so so so AUGH!" Her knees buckled and she collapsed as Dave gently bit her clit. He caught her as she collapsed and maneuvered her to his bed, tumbling her onto the mattress on her back without ever breaking the contact between his sucking mouth and her pussy mound.

Tremors vibrated along Kathy's fuck tunnel as her son groaned loudly and sealed his mouth to the open lips of her cunt. He drilled his tongue up inside her and swirled it around, digging his fingers roughly into the soft globes of her ass to hang on as she writhed and twisted against him. His nose grazed her erect clit, driving her to the brink of madness. She grabbed her tits, crushing and rolling them together to heighten her own pleasure. One of the many advantages of having such enormous boobs was all the ways that she could use them to arouse herself. She rubbed her big, turgid pink nipples against each other and clamped her thighs around her son's head to hold him tight, giving herself completely to the exhilaration of the moment.

"Eat me, darling," she cooed. "You're going to make me come. You hear me, you're about to get your whore mother off by sucking her pussy. Isn't it just the most wonderfully evil thing you can imagine?"

Dave nodded without pausing in his ardent cunt-lapping. He fucked his stiffened tongue in and out of his mother's slit like a cock. Cunt cream flowed into his mouth and he slurped it down greedily. Kathy draped her legs over his sturdy shoulders and looked down at the top of his head bobbing and bumping against her pussy mound. She gasped for breath, thrilled at the awareness that she was committing the ultimate sexual sin, shattering the final taboo. Once she'd crossed this threshold with her son nothing would be forbidden anymore.

Whatever other lies Thomas Hanley had told his sons about their mother, one thing was true: Kathy was a total slut. She'd lived for sexual pleasure ever since the first time she'd gotten herself off with her fingers under the covers, late one night when she was still in school. The memory of her first, accidental orgasmic contractions burned bright in her consciousness to this day.

At the age of eighteen, she discovered that she'd hit the jackpot where attracting partners was concerned: her body had blossomed into the stuff of wet dreams. She was beautiful and warm, with enough sex appeal to pursue a career as a movie star or top model. But as far as Kathy was concerned, all of her charms added up to just one thing: making her a better cock-trap. Sex was all she cared about.

She fucked every teacher and classmate she desired, as many as she could physically handle in a day, nearly flunking out of school despite an intellect that could have earned her a doctorate. When her horrified parents shunted her off to a Catholic boarding school her grades improved, but outside of the classroom she spent every spare moment in mutual slit-sucking and dildo-dicking with her dorm mates and the nuns who ran the place.

Kathy had married the guy with the biggest dick she could find, a swinger who liked to fuck as much as she did. Surprisingly few men could keep up with her, though many tried. But in the years after they became parents, Thomas Hanley changed. He let himself go. He got selfish, treating it as his marital right to have Kathy perform and satisfy him whenever he wished in exchange for an occasional perfunctory screw.

Worst of all, Tom started to demand monogamy from Kathy. She was hurt and outraged. It could have been the final straw for her; instead, she chose to simply ignore his ultimatums. Unwilling to face the public humiliation of admitting his cuckoldry, he'd looked the other way.

That was, until the day that the senior partner at Tom's law firm decided to take his big cock as her trophy. Vanessa insisted that he divorce Kathy and devote himself to her, body and soul. And Tom was more than happy to rediscover his sexual prowess in exchange for Vanessa's millions.

At the end of the day it was money, not Kathy's faithlessness, that the divorce was about. Her husband dumped her for Vanessa's fortune, dragging his wife's many infidelities out into the public spotlight while feigning shock and disgust at her "unsuspected degeneracy."

Kathy had tried to fight back but soon realized it was pointless. First, Thomas Hanley was a lawyer who worked for lawyers. As such, the steep financial barriers to endless litigation hardly existed for him. Second, every sexual accusation he made against her was true. And third--

Third was that Kathy wanted her freedom as much as her shitty husband wanted a wealthy wife. She agreed to every stipulation and signed the papers.

Too late, she learned that Tom and Vanessa would not be satisfied until they'd taken everything from her. It seemed like pure spite for them to drive a final wedge between Kathy and her sons, poisoning their minds against her.

But that had been years ago. Dave was an adult now. He was a man, and Kathy was offering him what no other woman could: the hot willing harbor of his mother's luscious body to gratify his every horny urge.

Kathy's head rolled on her shoulders and she stared blankly at the slowly turning bedroom ceiling fan as, under Dave's persistent tongue-fucking, the joyful shudders in her belly piled up like waves crashing on a beach.

"Aaaiieee!" she squealed, her body shaking like a sapling in a thunderstorm as she exploded in a tumultuous orgasm. "Cumming, Davy! You're making your slutty mother cum with your mouth. Aaaaawww..."

She felt the contractions from her tits to her toes as her climax went on and on. Dave's tongue didn't pause in his mother's pussy until her ass stopped gyrating in his hands and she went completely limp. When he lifted his head from between her legs at last, his whole face showed wetly with her pussy-cream and he wore a happy, puppy-dog grin.

"Was that okay?" he asked.

"Was it--" Kathy smiled dizzily back at him. "Honey, I've been eaten out by guys three times your age who don't know what you do already. Who have you--I mean, where--

"Just girls I hang with," Dave said, beaming. "I, uh, I do it instead of screwing, so I can't get them in trouble."

"Instead?" Drained as Kathy was by the massive orgasm her son had given her, the implications of what he said rekindled a fire inside her. "Davy, have you ever fucked a woman?"

He looked down at the floor sheepishly. "Nah. Vanessa's always on our case about that stuff."

"Van--your stepmother's scaring you out of having sex?"

"Yeah. She goes on about her standing in the community, and what would happen if I got some gal preggers. How I'm not old enough, and the scandal." Anger showed through his initial embarrassment. "Fuck, I'm plenty 'old enough.' I never did nothing until after I was eighteen, anyway. But Dad always backs her up. Dad wouldn't say 'shit' to that woman if he had a mouthful of it."

Kathy's temper flared as she contemplated the arrogance of the harpy who ruled over her stolen family. Vanessa sounded like the cursed witch-queen of some cruel, icy kingdom.

And yet there was also a delicious irony in the fact that Vanessa's intimidation of Dave had unknowingly created an undreamt-of opportunity for his mother.

Thanks to Vanessa, Kathy was going to take her own son's cherry.

"Stand up, Davy. Let's get you out of those ratty old jeans and into something a lot more comfortable."

He got to his feet, slightly puzzled but curious. "Mom, you're not gonna..." Kathy had him unbuckled, unsnapped, and unzipped before he could finish his sentence--but then, Kathy could strip a stranger naked while blindfolded at the bottom of a well at midnight. She dragged his pants down to his knees.

"Oh my Lord!" Kathy gawked. The rigid cock springing out from between her son's thighs was the biggest, thickest prick she'd ever seen. Her hands dropped to her sides and she rocked back on her heels involuntarily.

"What's wrong?" Dave looked worried.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing is wrong," Kathy shot him a toothy grin and took his hand. "Step out of those things and follow me."

"Where?"

"Back to my room. We're gonna do this right." She kissed her son on the mouth, sliding a hand down to lightly stroke his balls. "You may be a virgin now, but Mama's gonna turn you into a mother-fucker."

Kathy had Dave lie down on his back in the center of her king-sized bed. She'd shared the bed with scores of men, but her heart pounded as if it would burst free from her body as she surveyed Dave's nakedness. She kissed him all over, licking her way down his neck and teasing his nipples with her tongue. She trailed her lips over his hard abdomen and up and down his legs. That cock! That gorgeous cock! Naked and on her knees, she held the stalk between two fingers and tenderly kissed the tip, lapping up the drops of pre-cum that seeped from the slit.

"Y-you gonna suck my dick, Mom?" Dave asked wonderingly. Kathy smiled and winked at him.

darling stud of a son, I'm never going to stop sucking your cock. I promise you, anytime you want. Wake me up in the morning by poking this thing at my mouth and I'll open wide and blow you for breakfast. I'll suck you in the shower. I'll have my lunch between your legs and drink my dinner from your dick.

"But not just yet."

Dave's face fell. "Why?"

"Remember what I promised you?" Kathy took hold of her son's prick and lifted a leg to straddle him. His cock was hard as stone, throbbing with his fast-beating pulse. She fit his smooth, hot cock-knob between her moist pussy lips and pushed her hips downward.

"Hell, yeah!" Dave exclaimed. His broad hands enfolded his mother's waist to steady and guide her.

"Ah...oh! So big...so fucking big," Kathy chanted, struggling to relax her inner muscles to take him inside herself. The first instant of penetration seared into her consciousness, as her own son's cock stretched and filled her as no man ever had before. "Oooo...darling...oh God, you're a bull! You're splitting me in two!"

"You gonna be all right, Mom?" Dave's face filled with filial concern. "Maybe we should stop..."

"No!" Kathy cried. "Don't stop. I'm good, I'm...so good..so good." She brushed his sweat-darkened curls from his forehead. "Just give me a minute..." Dave's cock-crown was lodged just inside her pussy. The head was usually the real challenge when taking a heavy-hung guy. But her son's cock-shaft was a whopper, the whole length of it nearly as big around as the knob.

For the first time that she could remember, Kathy wasn't sure that she could take a man's entire cock. The immense thickness of Dave's prick wedged its way further up her fun tunnel by fractions of an inch as she eased her whole weight onto it. She swore she could count the veins on his shaft as they passed her cunt-mouth.

She sagged forward, crushing her pillowy tits against his hard chest and panting like a sprinter. They kissed, not as mother and son but with open mouths, tongues seeking and dancing and probing one another. The mixture of awed innocence and rampant desire in her son's eyes stoked her lust higher. All at once her cunt relaxed and she sank down his full length until her cunt-lips rested against his swollen ball sack.

Catching her breath, Kathy lifted herself on her elbows and dragged her mammoth tits across Dave's face. He captured one fat, stiff nipple between his lips and nursed eagerly.

"That's the way, lover. Suck Mommy's titties. Suck and bite and grab...maul me. Use me." With his cock fully embedded inside her fuck-tunnel she wiggled and ground against him, squeezing her cunt even more tightly around his immense thickness.

"Oh fuck, what're you doing?" Dave's eyes flew open. He yelped and bucked his ass up off of the mattress as if to drive further up his mother's slot, but that was impossible--he was already completely inside and she was determined to keep him there, caught in the trap of her snapping pussy. He clamped both hands around her tits and dug his blunt fingers into the pliant flesh.

"Aggggh!" Kathy relaxed her cunt channel and began rising and falling slowly on her son's cock. She rolled her ass in little circles, loving the sensation of Dave's big meat hitting her sensitive nerve endings at different angles. She kept snapping her pussy every so often as she rode him, always varying the length and intervals of her contractions to keep him guessing. He thrashed and thrust his hips up to meet her every descent.

Kathy was driving her son wild with her fuck skills, and why shouldn't she? She had a well-earned lifetime of sexual knowledge to bestow on her Davy. She would corrupt him completely.

"Am I really your first?" she whispered, kissing him on one ear.

"Uh-huh...Don't you believe me?"

"I do. I do. I want to hear you say it. You're losing your cherry to your own mother, babe. Know what that makes you?"

"Uh...a mother-fucker?"

"A stud. A big-dicked stallion who fucks whoever and whenever he pleases. And I'll never say 'No.' Now fuck Mommy, stud! Fuck Mommy hard!"

Dave groaned and yanked on his mother's tits, stuffing first one and then the other into his mouth, sucking hard and chewing gently at her nipples. Her fuck-juices squirted out past her pussy lips, drenching his cock and balls and soaking the bed sheets beneath them.

Kathy climaxed. Overcome by the sweet convulsions of orgasm she flopped mindlessly atop her son, humping her cunt rhythmlessly around his giant cock, suddenly powerless to control her limbs.

"C-cumming!" she croaked, tears streaming down her face. "C-c-cu--"

"Me too!" Dave's cock heaved and pulsed along its length, blasting a torrent of sizzling teen jism into his mother's hot, slick pussy.

"FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKK!" Kathy came a second time, and then a third. She regained enough control to start bouncing up and down again, riding her son hard until she'd milked the last drops of cum from his balls and he began to soften inside her.

For the first time in her slutty career, Kathy had fucked her own flesh and blood. She promised herself it would not be the last.

Carter Hanley did a double take as Luke Moore hopped up into the Jeep's passenger seat. "What happened to the squirt who used to live next door?" he joked. Luke was a head taller and had gained so much muscle since the two had last seen each other that Carter hadn't recognized him immediately as he'd bounded up the sidewalk.

Luke answered with a grin and a friendly--but sharp--punch in the biceps. But the smile was short-lived and didn't quite reach his eyes. "Let's get the fuck out," he said, feet on the dashboard.

"Seat belt."

"Screw you. Luke's tone was playful, but after pulling the strap across his chest and fastening the buckle he was quiet again, staring out the window with a brooding frown. Carter knew him well enough to sense that something was eating at him. They'd been neighbors and schoolmates all of their lives until Carter's parents had divorced. Luke, an only child, looked up to Carter like an older brother. They'd kept in touch online after Carter and Dave had moved, and when Luke's father had abandoned the family, Luke had leaned on Carter via text and video chat for what at first was daily support and encouragement.

Carter was only too glad to be a shoulder for his old friend to lean on. He'd already been through all the family drama himself. But he'd also learned not to press Luke. If something was bothering the kid, it'd come out in his own time.

"So where to?" Carter wheeled the Jeep left onto the highway, figuring they'd shoot baskets and maybe catch a movie.

"Helen invited us over," Luke said. "I texted her you were home and she can't wait to see you."

"Helen?" Carter tapped the brakes and pulled over to idle by the curb. "You takin' Mrs. Warner to pound-town?"

"Fuck yeah. Why should I get left out of the fun?"

Helen Warner taught Senior Algebra at the local high school. In the classroom, the busty thirty-something brunette favored high heels, slim pencil skirts that showed off her ass and legs, and high-collared silk blouses. At home, she privately tutored several students from both the high school and the nearby community college. Her wardrobe during those sessions was...minimal.

"You think she's looking for a two-fer?" Carter's cock hardened at the prospect and memory of Helen's carnal creativity.

Luke laughed loudly. "What do you think? Bro, the woman's a slut with an imagination. You're not gonna believe what she's got going on since you been gone."

"Awesome." Carter made a U-turn and headed for the Warners' house.

Helen greeted them at the front door wearing only an open nightgown, a half-drained tumbler of red wine in one hand. She kissed them each on the mouth--long, deep kisses--while they took turns fondling her tits and ass. "Come on in and get comfortable," she purred, leading them into the living room. "By which I mean, get naked."

Luke looked around the sprawling, split-level house. "Where's Andy?"

"Snoring away in the middle of the day," Helen said. "Poor Andrew, I've put him through the wringer this morning. He'll be down later." She reached for Luke's belt and started undressing him. "I don't mean to be impatient, fellas, but I've been sitting here playing with myself for nearly an hour and I'm ready to pop. C'mon, Carter, hurry up and show your favorite teacher what you've learned out west."

"Good old Helen," Luke chuckled. She looked at him sternly.

"Easy on the 'old,' stud. I'm your Mom's age. How is Alice, anyway?"

Luke grimaced. "Don't wanna talk about it."

"Riding your ass about your sorry GPA? I've told you, Hon-babe, just because I suck your dick doesn't mean I play favorites in my classroom."

"Mom's not...ridin' me," Luke grumbled. "Just forget it, huh?"

Helen shrugged. She danced across the sunlit, carpeted room to an armless leather sofa and lay lengthwise on her back with her pert, round ass poised on the edge. She lifted her legs and opened them in a wide "V."

"I want one dick up my pussy," she said in a sultry tone, "and the other between my tits." She lifted her huge breasts in her hands and squeezed them together gently. "I don't care who goes where."

To Carter's surprise, Luke hesitated, simply staring as if hypnotized at the smooth pink pleasure groove peeking out from between his teacher's slender legs. Vivid as Carter's memories of that creamy slot were, he wanted to be sportsmanlike. "Flip you for her cunt?"

"Fuck that, man, I gotta get some pussy before I start smashin' things!" Luke got to his knees between Helen's legs and thrust his hard cock into her pussy. She moaned gratefully, wrapping her legs around his waist and flexing her calves to pull him close against her pelvis. Carter straddled her chest, one foot on the carpet and the other knee between her ribs and the sofa's back cushion. Laying his cock in her cleavage, he pressed her enormous tits together and started sliding back and forth. His prick drooled pre-cum onto her skin, lubing up a slick hot channel for him to fuck..

"Oh dear, I may have to keep you two!" Helen sighed. "Think your mothers would mind?

Luke violently yanked his cock completely out of her pussy before slamming back into her until his balls slapped her mound. He started fucking hard and fast.

"Something I said?" Helen said slyly. She watched Carter's cock-head poke up between her tits and then disappear between them again and again. Lifting her head and opening her lips in a wide, lewd smile, she said, "Give me a taste, Hon. Fuck my mouth with that big thing."

"Yes, Ma'am." Helen's hands replaced Carter's on her tits, holding them around his shaft while he grabbed her head to keep it still. Shoving a throw pillow under her head to make her more comfortable, he slowed his fucking pace so that she could capture his cock in her mouth. Her full, warm lips enfolded his warm, blood-engorged fuck-knob and nursed gently at it, her wet tongue-tip lashing the underside. More pre-cum spurted from his cock-slit. She swallowed the clear fluid as it pooled on her tongue.

"Never get enough," Helen murmured, as if to herself. She squeezed her tits tighter around Carter's prick, rolling her fingers over her large brown nipples. At the same time, she wriggled her hips around Luke's cock, pushing back against his savage thrusts. After a while he slowed down, fucking her with long strokes, pulling all but the tip of his cock from her pussy before gently sliding it completely back into her. Whatever manic fury had struck him at the mention of his mother had ebbed away, submerged beneath waves of pleasure.

"Very good, Luke," Helen encouraged. "Forget what I said about your grades. You're an outstanding student where it counts...OH!"

She stiffened suddenly as her climax swept through her. The erotic contractions of her snapping pussy were too much for Luke. He held back for only a few strokes more before forcefully shooting a load of jism way up to her cervix.

Even in the throes of orgasm, Helen kept swiping her tongue deftly over Carter's big cock-crown. Pleasuring cock was nearly a reflex for her, like breathing, and she was desperate for a dose of young cum. Before long he let go, too, yelling aloud while feeding her a long drink of the nectar she so craved.

Helen smacked Carter on the ass. "Don't go limp-kneed on me, big guy. You'll crush my rib cage. Welcome home."

The three sat together on the couch, Helen between her two fuck-partners with her hands on their cocks, idly playing with their balls while they recovered from the first round of what they all hoped would be long hours of debauchery. She leaned toward Luke and gave him a long kiss, then turned to Carter and did the same.

"You've always been my second-favorite stud. You do know that, right?" she said.

"Hey, you always say I'm your second favorite!" Luke objected.

"Remember who you're talking to. I say that to all the guys. And I mean it, every time." She peered curiously at Carter. "I must say I'm surprised to see you back here, though. I thought we'd lost you forever. What gives?"

Carter stared glumly at the far wall. "We just needed to get away from Vanessa."

"Trouble in Paradise?"

"You could say that. Stepmom turned out to be a total whore. She started screwin' me almost as soon as we moved into her estate out there.

"Oh man, that's a real problem all right." Luke rolled his eyes.

"Shut up. She's a selfish bitch. Everything's for her. No one else matters. So rich that no one says 'No' to her, 'cause she makes life Hell when you do. Dad found that out fast."

Helen looked sympathetic but intrigued. She jacked the guys' cocks a little faster, anxious to get them hard again. "What else did your father find out? Does he know about you and--"

"Hell, no. When I saw her giving Dave the eye I called her out and threatened to tell Dad. That's when she started lying to him about me. Claimed I'd made a pass at her."

"I get it," Helen's eyes narrowed. "The lady wanted a harem, and you Hanleys sure are well-equipped for the role. Can't say it's never occurred to me. But if she's as self-centered as you say, then good for you for getting out of there."

"You do have kind of your own harem, though. Don't you, Mrs. Warner?" Luke muttered. Helen looked at him in surprise and poked out her tongue.

"Honey, I prefer my studs to be of the free-range variety. I like some fight in 'em. There are sluts, and then there are sluts. This Vanessa sounds downright cruel."

"Not like you at all," Carter agreed. "Not like..." he couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.

"Go ahead," Helen prodded. "You were going to say that she's not like your mother."

"Don't go there," Carter warned her.

"Go where? You're the one who came back home to Dear Old Mom. I know Kathy well--never you mind how well--and as far as I'm concerned you and your brother have been entirely unfair to her. Carter, your mother's hot-blooded and round-heeled, but she's also a caring woman. She's not Vanessa." Helen squeezed Carter's hardening cock and added in a low voice, "And she'd be a hell of a fuck for you. That ever crossed your mind?"

Carter looked away but couldn't hide his smile. "Only every goddamn day we've been gone," he confessed.

"Bet you've done a lot of jerking off thinking about having Mama on her back...or her knees..." Carter's prick jerked and grew in Helen's hand, responding to her depraved suggestion. She had his number. His mother was the most beautiful and desirable woman that he could imagine. He'd never wanted to admit, even to himself, that his resentment toward her sprang from knowing that she was available to every man who wanted her, except to him. He'd spent far too many hours behind the locked door of his room at home, jerking off to fantasies of Mom sucking his cock or lying back naked in front of him, beckoning him to penetrate and fuck her senseless.

Why not me? Why not us, together? Several times he'd almost acted on his urges, stopped only by the fear of making a play for his mother and having her reject him in horror. He couldn't stand that. And what would happen to the family, then?

Listening to Helen, it occurred to Carter for the first time just how much circumstances had changed. He was here, and Dad was a thousand miles away--out of the picture, well and for good.

"And what about you, Lover?" When Luke realized that Helen was speaking to him, he reacted as if she'd called him to the blackboard to work a problem he hadn't studied.

"What about what?" he stumbled.

"I ran into your mother at the PTA last week," Helen smirked. "As awful as your father's betrayal must have been, I'd say Alice is putting it behind her. She looks like the weight of the world's been lifted off her. And I can tell that she's what we used to call 'hot to trot,' So, why aren't you fucking her?"

"Who says I'm not?" Luke snapped. Helen raised an eyebrow.

"Is that why you've been in such a funk?" Carter asked. "Mom's keepin' her knees closed?"

"No! That is--it's fucking complicated, okay?"

"Guys, guys," Helen clucked her tongue at both of them. "Listen to Teacher: you're stallions. Between you, you must have enough testosterone to fuck your way through half the women in the county in a night, and the cum in your balls to knock up every one of 'em. Naturally, living with MILFs like your mothers you want to fuck them every day. Speaking as a mother myself, I promise you that they both want the very same thing."

"I've been workin' on Mom," Luke conceded. "She keeps sayin' it's wrong but she likes it. I can tell." He glanced warily at Carter. "She's horny all the time. She likes to watch the guys come and go from your house, dude. This morning she thought you and Dave were a couple of studs that your mom had invited to move in with her. That got her so revved up she almost sucked my cock."

"And there you go," Helen said. She slid to her knees in front of Carter and Luke. Both their cocks were nearly hard again, thanks to her lewd talk and encouragement of their incestuous fantasies. "I think you two should make a pact that you'll each have your cocks in your mothers before sunrise tomorrow."

She released Carter's cock so that she could play with her clit while holding Luke's prick close to her mouth and licking dried jism and pussy juice from it. "Jack off for me," she told Carter. "Give me a show while I blow Luke, and then I'll throat you."

"Mom! What the actual fuck?" Eighteen-year-old Andrew Warner loped down the stairs from his bedroom, scowling at the sight of his mother crouched on the rug sucking off one of his friends while jacking off another. "I can't close my eyes for a couple of minutes without you draggin' my friends in here for a quickie?"

Carter took one look at Andy and burst out laughing. Luke quickly joined in. Helen's son was standing with arms crossed angrily and a furious expression on his face, but his long dick was curving out before him like the bow of a young tree.

"Don't take that tone with me, buster," Helen taunted. "That's what you get for giving out on me after a couple of orgasms."

"A couple? Three!" Andy protested, striding to the couch and pulling his mother roughly to her feet. "Make some room, guys. My whore mother owes me another blow job. No one's getting their dick sucked before me."

"Another thing that's happened while I was gone that no one bothered to fill me in on." Carter shot Luke a pointed look as the three studs traded high-fives. "Fuckin' your son's pretty wild, Helen. Even for you."

"First chance I got. But I didn't get his cherry," she said, pouting. "Jeannie Seagrave, the little tramp who lives next door, had that honor. I caught 'em in here together one afternoon, her with my darling son's dick down her throat, and I made up my mind to claim him myself that very day."

"More like it took you a week," Andy corrected her.

"Don't contradict your mother!" Helen snapped. "Although, actually he's right. I had to chase his father out of the house, first. Well, sit down, then, Andrew! Don't dawdle!"

Andy plopped his ass down on the leather cushions between the others. Carter noticed that, for all of Helen's pretense at parental discipline, as she put her hands on her son's knees to spread his legs and brought her face close to his prick, she stared at the huge, upthrust column of flesh adoringly. "That nap did you a world of good," she said. "You're like steel already."

"I been standing up on the landing, listening to you guys talk," Andy admitted. He smirked at his friends. "If y'all are smart you'll do like Mom says when you get home. Nothin' better in the world than mother-pussy. Nothin.'"

Starting at the base of her son's cock, Helen dragged the flat of her tongue up the underside, closing her lips over his knob and sucking a few inches of him into her moist mouth. "Having her suck your dick ain't bad, either," he laughed.

Helen sucked her son's cock for several minutes before moving on to Luke's prick and then Carter's. Satisfied that all three were as hard as she could possibly get them, she said, "I haven't had three men together in...my goodness, weeks! You fellas up for that?"

"Hell, yeah!" Luke said.

"Who do you want in your ass?" Carter asked.

"The biggest cock." Seeing the challenge on the faces of her three studs, she added pointedly, "That would belong to my pride and joy, here." She sucked Andrew's cock-knob into the top of her throat, filling her mouth with thick saliva to coat and lubricate his massive prick.

At Helen's direction, Carter lay on his back on the carpet. She straddled him on her knees, grasped his cock, and nestled the head in the hot slit between her pink pussy lips. She took a good long time to lower herself onto his prick, wriggling back and forth, rising up slightly now and again before taking more of him into her cunt.

"Oh, fuck." Her lips curled back from her sparkling teeth in a feral grin. "I'm glad I've drained your nuts once already. Your prick always feels so goddamn good up my pussy, I want to take you nice and slow. And I expect you to last awhile, hmmm?"

"Do my best," Carter groaned. He folded his arms behind his head, enjoying the mature brunette's open-mouthed expression of unbridled lust as her cunt slowly engulfed his stone-solid cock. He'd looked forward to the possibility of fucking Helen Warner again since he and his brother had first decided to come back to this town. Helen lived to fuck, and her cunt had the know-how of having welcomed probably a thousand dicks of all colors, shapes, and sizes.

He realized that the same must be true of his mother. I'll bet Mom's even better, he found himself thinking.

Andrew knelt behind Helen. "Lean forward, Mom." He took hold of her waist with both hands and wedged the head of his prick between her uplifted, cushiony ass cheeks. Easing the tip up against her anus, he pressed gently forward. Helen gritted her teeth and focused on relaxing her sphincter.

"Damn, is that gonna fit?" Carter asked.

"Always does," Luke snickered. "You ain't been around since Helen's took up son-fucking. Hey, Andy, hurry up back there. Just shove it in!"

"Shut up, punk," Andrew grunted, pressing his bulbous cock-head gently into his mother's puckered asshole. The little ring of muscle gave way slightly. Helen's eyelids fluttered dreamily.

More of Andrew's cock inched its way into his mother's asshole. He was oblivious now to everything else, being careful not to give her too much of his thick shaft at once. He laid his hands on her shoulders and kneaded her knotted muscles to soothe and reassure her, rocking back and forth while pushing a little further inward each time until his hips bumped against her butt cheeks.

Luke hunkered above Carter, inches from Helen's face, his cock still wet with her saliva. She took it into her mouth and swallowed until the entire thing was inside her with his knob in her throat. She sucked voraciously, lathing his meat with her tongue as he steadied her head with his hands and pumped in and out. She nodded as vigorously as she could around his invading cock, showing her enthusiasm for the bold face-fucking.

After some trial and error, the three young studs and their slut got into a rhythm that guaranteed Helen would have at least two cocks in her holes at all times. Whenever Andy pulled most of his prick out of her ass, Luke thrust forward to drive his cock past her lips. After enjoying a few seconds of her humming throat massage, he'd withdraw while her son slammed forward so that her body followed Luke. Carter was glad to be the steady foundation of the gang fuck, having only to arch his back slightly to remain embedded in her cunt as she bounced up and down on her knees.

Even though he'd cum once already between Helen's tits and in her mouth, Carter struggled to hold his orgasm at bay. He could tell that Andy and Luke were in the same predicament. Helen, on the other hand, was exuberant and unrestrained, either climaxing or on the verge of it all the time. The way her heated cock-sleeve spasmed and pulled at Carter's cock kept dragging him closer to the point of no return.

Luke was the first to go over the edge. With a shout, he jammed his cock deep into Helen's mouth, crushing her face against his crotch and shooting his load into her belly. That triggered a chain reaction. Andy's prick leaped within the hot tunnel of his mother's ass, rifling streams of his jism into her heated depths. It was all too much for Carter. His cock jerked inside Helen's cunt as he filled her with still more hot semen.

Even as Helen screamed and moaned herself hoarse in the throes of orgasm, Carter's mind turned again to his own mother. If half of what he'd heard about her was true, Mom was twice the slut that Helen Warner was.

Carter couldn't wait to find out for himself.

Alice watched through her bedroom window as Luke jumped into Carter's Jeep and they sped away. She took a long shower. The temptation to play with her clit while she soaped up and rinsed away the perspiration and dried jism of her morning encounter with her son was strong. But she also feared that every time she gave into fantasies of fucking Luke while making herself cum she was wearing away her own inhibitions--inching that much closer to committing real incest with her son.

She toweled off, dressed in old jeans and a worn tee shirt, and unlocked the bedroom door. She had weekend gardening to do in the backyard, and anyway, she wanted to be somewhere outside the house in case, for some reason, Luke returned earlier than expected. She'd get the yard work done and then go shopping or go to a movie--anything to keep her distance from Luke long enough for him to calm down and, hopefully, recognize the impossible wrongness of fucking his mother.

Alice wasn't too hopeful on that last score. She accepted that it was her fault as much as his. She hadn't discouraged his first physical attentions toward her. Instead, she'd encouraged his advances until it had been too late. Guilty as she felt about leading Luke on as she had, she was so damn horny all the time that having a man like Luke around her all the time was maddening. He was young and strong--and hung. Goddamn was her son hung!

Alice had never been able to go without sex for very long. Ever since losing her virginity to her high school prom date when they were both eighteen, her hot little pussy had demanded what seemed like constant attention of some kind. A natural beauty and an irresistibly sexy young woman, she'd done her best to discourage the clumsy seductions of the many young men who'd asked her out in hopes of getting into her pants. As strongly as she'd craved fucking she'd tried not to open her too-eager legs too often, and then only to partners who she believed would be discreet. In practice, that had meant mainly older, often married, men. Guys who had something to lose if it became known in this small town that not only were they screwing around on their wives but were doing it with a barely-legal teen.

As much as young Alice needed to fuck, she'd always feared being labeled a slut.

Alice's family had no money to send her to college. After graduating high school she'd taken a receptionist's job at a car dealership out on the interstate, attending classes at the nearby community college on the money she earned during the day. After two weeks on the job, she was fucking a young salesman named Bill Moore. Within two months she was pregnant. Within six months they were married. Bill was ambitious, a smart, hard charger seemingly destined for success, and, best of all, Alice was getting all the fucking she could want every night. Or at least, enough to keep her from losing her horny little mind.

Life had been perfect, for a while.

Since Bill had left her, she'd returned to her premarital practices of making do with what she had at hand rather than turning to other men. She spent hours in her room every evening using her fingers and her collection of sex toys to get herself off. After decades of regular fucking, that wasn't enough anymore. In retrospect, she saw it as inevitable that when her son had climbed into her bed she'd succumbed, even if only going so far as guilty bouts of mutual masturbation.

She made up her mind once more that she had to stop it. Today. Somehow.

She was crouched by a flower bed in her backyard, pulling up brown weeds killed by a late freeze, when she heard the noises from Kathy Hanley's house. She paused and held her breath, listening closely.

The noises were groans: a man's voice, the sounds of deep, heavy, hoarse breathing.

Quietly, Alice put down her spade and raised her head to peek over the hedge that separated her yard from Kathy's. She was good at this skulking around, sneaking looks at her neighbor's private goings-on. When Luke had accused his mother that morning of having become a voyeur he hadn't guessed the half of it.

To Alice's shame, spying on Kathy had become a routine part of her life.

When Alice's horny imagination had turned too vividly to Luke during her solo masturbation sessions, she'd first tried to distract herself with online porn. Discovering MILF porn, especially the "fauxcest" variety, had charged up her libido good for a while. But the unconvincing performances of women in their twenties with fake tits pretending to be stepmothers to gangly studs with greying sideburns wore out their novelty fast.

Late one evening two months ago, she'd been walking in the neighborhood when she heard Kathy's shrieks of passion echoing across the lawn to the sidewalk in front of her house. Gripped by curiosity, she'd crept across the front yard for a look through the big bay window. And there was Kathy on her hands and knees in the middle of her living room being fucked by a young black man. Alice recognized the youth as Sam Clark, one of Luke's older classmates.

Sam was six-foot-six, built like a decathlete, and his cock was a foot long if it was an inch! That cock was a gleaming mahogany baseball bat, dripping with Kathy's copiously squirting pussy juice as he hammered it into her tightly-stretched pussy. He had bunches of her silky hair in each fist and was yanking her head backward with every forward lunge, riding her like a stallion on a blonde pony in heat.

Kathy was facing the bay window. Alice quickly ducked her head below the brick sill, sure that Kathy must have seen her. But when the blonde slut's throaty howls of joy continued without pause, Alice gathered her courage to look again.

This time, she noticed the thousand-yard stare in her voluptuous neighbor's eyes, and the long strand of drool dripping from her slackly gaping mouth onto the dark hardwood floor: Kathy was so enraptured by the ferocious battering of Sam's gigantic meat-hammer that she was deaf, dumb and blind to anything but her own ecstasy. She was in an orgasmic trance, barely conscious at all.

Sam, on the other hand, spied Alice right away. He smiled broadly and winked at her through the window. Alice fled back home in a panic, dashed up to her bedroom, and spent half the night with her favorite vibrator between her yearning legs.

Ever since that evening, Alice had kept a close eye on Kathy's activities. She'd been rewarded for her vigilance with three more sexy shows, all involving young studs no older than twenty. Kathy liked them young. Alice understood completely. In her more honest moments, she admitted to herself that her hostility toward her old friend was born of envy. Uninhibited Kathy had the kind of sex life that shy, reticent Alice only dreamt of.

Alice pushed through a gap in the hedge that she'd used more than once to sneak into Kathy's yard. Who was that blonde slut fucking now? Alice assumed that Dave must have left in the Jeep with Carter and Luke that morning, and another young man had somehow slipped past her vigilant monitoring and into Kathy's house.

The French doors that opened onto the tile patio behind the place were open. That wasn't odd, on a beautiful Spring afternoon like this one. Alice herself had her house's windows open to take advantage of the cooling breeze during the sliver of the season before air conditioning became a must. The doors were the entry into the Hanleys' downstairs recreation room. The low, irregular male groans were coming from inside.

Alice stepped out of her plastic sandals and padded barefoot to the edge of the doorframe. If she was careful, she could get a good look at whoever Kathy's lucky partner was, and at what they were doing. Maybe there would be more than one man! Alice hadn't caught her neighbor in a threeway yet, but word around town was that the wanton blonde liked getting gang-fucked.

There was only one guy. He was slouched in a big easy chair in the center of the room, turned so that Alice could see both him and Kathy in full profile but such that they were unlikely to notice her right away. His muscular arms dangled loosely over the sides of the chair. His head sagged back against the headrest. The only part of his body not completely relaxed was his impressive cock. Eyes closed and mouth hanging open, he growled deep in his throat while Kathy knelt between his knees and licked up and down the underside of that long, steely fuck-tool.

The guy was Dave Hanley! Despite not having seen him in two years, Alice recognized him immediately. Kathy was tongue-bathing her son's big cock!

Barely suppressing a surprised shout that would have given her spying away, Alice drew back from the open entrance. She pressed her body flat against the brick outer wall, blinking and shaking her head hard to clear it. She must be imagining the whole thing--even Kathy wouldn't fuck her own son...would she? When Alice looked again, she expected to see that the guy with the enormous prick was just some other well-built, fair-haired young guy that her neighbor had picked up somewhere in town or recruited online. Alice's fantasies about Luke had just caused her to imagine things that weren't there.

The stud in the chair was still Dave. He and his mother were both completely naked. Kathy held his cock by its base, gazing lovingly up at his dazzled face and murmuring to him while dragging her tongue languidly along his prick. Alice strained to hear her words.

"Do you love me, darling?"

Dave nodded vaguely, unable to concentrate.

"Tell Mommy how much you love having her mouth on your beautiful big cock."

"I...fucking...love it," he managed. "Don't stop, Mama. Keep licking my dick. Put it in your mouth again."

"I will," Kathy assured him. She reached a hand between her legs, teasing her slit with one finger. She kissed the tip of her son's knob, sipping at the pre-cum that drooled from his cum-slit as if his cock were an oversized straw. "Mommy's gonna drink another load of your delicious cum. I bet you've still got a lot for me in those great big balls. Your sack's still so big and swollen." Kathy withdrew her finger from her pussy and ran it down the seam of Dave's ball sack, leaving a trail of pussy juice along his puckered flesh. "Remember what I told you? The longer you hold out, the harder I can make you cum?"

Dave nodded limply. "Mom, I just came ten minutes ago. I'm gonna last a long time, this time, I promise."

"Good. That's a good son." Kathy slipped her full lips down over the flaring ridge of Dave's cock-crown, her cheeks hollowing as she nursed more pre-cum from it. Alice noticed then that the blonde's chin and tits were already splattered with half-dried jism. The slut had just feasted on her son's semen and was hungry for more! The very idea was such a turn-on that Alice had to shove her hand down the waistband of her jeans and into her soaking panties, finding and frantically strumming her clit.

Alice had licked enough of Luke's cum from her skin and blouse and even, once, from his bed sheets to know full well how exciting the wicked act of eating son-cum could be. How much more thrilling, then, must it be to brazenly suck incestuous ball juice right from the source? Kathy's blissful face left no doubt as to the answer. It would be heavenly.

But Alice would never dare to find out. She couldn't. She was not that kind of mother.

Inside the rec room, Dave lifted his arms with difficulty, as if they each weighed half a ton. He placed them on the crown of his mother's head and ran his fingers tenderly through her wheat-colored curls, pushing her downward. "Suck it, Mama," he rasped. "Suck my cock as long as you want. Suck it all day long...I'll keep making more spunk for you, somehow."

The sudden shiver that rolled through Kathy's body from head to toe was easily visible across the twenty feet or so between her and Alice. Kathy's calves flexed and she rose up on her toes, tipping her face downward onto her son's prick like one of those old toy drinking birds. Alice nearly let out a giggle at the similarity, as much as the sight aroused her.

She stepped back from the doorway, took a long look around the adjoining yards to make sure no one else was watching, unzipped her baggy jeans, and rolled them down her thighs. The fear of humiliation, the danger of being seen by another neighbor as she played with herself bare-assed in Kathy's yard no longer outweighed Alice's need to masturbate freely while watching her former best friend giving head to her son. She hung the damp-crotched denim garment over a nearby trellis and returned to spying on the incestuous couple.

Kathy was moving her head up and down Dave's whole cock-shaft. She made it look amazingly easy, taking a cock that Alice guessed to be almost the size of Luke's massive member to the bottom of her throat without gagging or choking. The blonde had practiced her oral arts so often and on so many cocks that she timed her breath effortlessly so as not to have to pause or lift up off of her son's prick. Once again, Alice envied her neighbor the experiences and opportunities that her licentious lifestyle afforded her. How many cocks had Kathy Hanley caused to spurt down her hot, welcoming throat?

It occurred to Alice to wonder whether one of those many cocks had belonged to Luke. An instant of stabbing jealousy gave way to shudders of excitement. What if, instead of Dave, that had been Luke in there about to cum in their neighbor's whorish mouth?

Alice pushed two fingers into her slick cunt and worked them around in her pulsing fuck-tunnel. It didn't matter who might discover her masturbating out in the open, she needed to cum!

Only feet away inside the dimly lit room, Kathy kept throating her son's prick with loud slurping sounds. Strings of saliva and pre-cum streaked her chin and neck and rolled onto her bountiful tits. She cradled his big balls in both hands, warming them and rubbing her spit into the taut, shiny skin of his scrotum. Hands still on his mother's head, Dave humped upward as if to jam even his nuts past her already wide-stretched lips.

"You're so fucking good, Mom! You must be the best cocksucker in the world!"

Visibly moved by her son's praise, Kathy redoubled her efforts. She sucked voraciously, her lips methodically milking his prick. She no longer appeared to be trying to stave off his orgasm. Alice understood. Although she'd told herself to resist, every time she and Luke had been together she'd rapidly found herself unable to put off her need to see, feel, and--and, yes, taste--the gushing jism that he unfailingly produced for her.

Alice leaned against the brick for support, grinding her clit against the palm of her hand while pumping three fingers into her wet, clinging cunt. She wanted to hold on long enough to climax when Dave did...

"Unggh!" Dave's body shook and his hips rose off of his seat as he came in his mother's mouth. She braced one hand against his stomach, gripping one of his thighs with the other to steady herself as she went up on the balls of her feet again and mashed her face against his stomach. Her cheeks were deep hollows, her throat muscles working steadily as she chugged her son's semen like a tipsy sorority girl at a frat kegger. Her head started moving up and down his cock again, leaving a slippery film of cum and spit all along his length. When her lips reached his cock-head, glistening white jism escaped the corners of her mouth.

Shocks of orgasmic pleasure arced through Alice. The world went dim around her and she lost all control, moaning and gasping loudly as her knees gave way and she tumbled onto the flagstones of the patio.

She didn't know how much time passed before the faint trill of Kathy's merry voice reached her ears. Opening her eyes, she saw the naked blonde standing over her, offering a hand to help her to her feet.

"K-Kathy!" Alice's face burned with shame. "Oh, oh God I'm sorry. I just...just came over to see...that is, I didn't mean to eavesdrop!"

"Sure you did," Kathy said with a hearty laugh. She led a shaking Alice into the house. Dave had not moved from the comfortable chair where his mother had lately serviced him. Perhaps he couldn't. But his eyes were alert to Alice's disheveled nudity, zeroing in on her gleaming wet thighs and puffy bald pussy.

"It's not the first time, either. Is it?" Kathy helped her frightened neighbor over to sit on a couch and settled down beside her, sliding a comforting arm around her shoulders. "I can always tell when I'm being watched. Call it sort of an exhibitionist's sixth sense. Because I've got a confession of my own, Alice. I like being watched while I fuck. Hard to believe, isn't it? Demure little old me?

Alice found herself grinning through her tears, relieved and hopeful that Kathy wasn't furious at her voyeurism. "You really don't mind? That I spied on you and..." she lowered her voice instinctively, even though there was no one to overhear them, "On you and Dave?"

"Mind? Do I mind being caught having sex with my son? I'm not ashamed of who I am or what I do. Still, I'm glad it was you and not someone like old Geoff Rollins across the way. I'd probably have to put out for him to stay out of trouble, and paunchy old drunks are not high on my list of preferred lovers."

Alice's surprise at Kathy's bluntness must have been obvious on her face. "Honey, I'm telling you that we're fine," Kathy reassured her. "I'm glad to see you. We used to be such good friends. I hope this can be a new start for us." She kissed Alice on the cheek, leaving behind a small smear of her son's cum.

"I'm afraid I'm a bit of a mess, though, aren't I?" Kathy wiped more white goo from her chin, stuck her finger into her mouth, and sucked it clean. "I just adore jism. The texture, the warmth of it filling my pussy or spilling over my tits and belly and face, and most of all the flavor. There's just nothing else like it, is there?"

"I-I guess not," Alice mumbled,

"You guess?" Kathy repeated quizzically. "No strong opinion, one way or the other? Or do you just not remember? You have been alone for a while, haven't you?" Cum had dripped down her neck, puddling on the expansive curves of her tits and dribbling into her cleavage. She collected some of it on two fingers and held them out to Alice as an offering. "Have a taste? Refresh your memory."

Alice opened her mouth to object, allowing Kathy to slide her fingers inside. Alice swallowed automatically, undone by the familiar, appealing aroma of youthful semen--so much like her own son's, yet somehow different. Did all men taste different? She wondered.

"That's the way. Good, hmm? I'm such a lucky mother. Dave's shot off at least four times today, and I'd swear this last load is as thick and full of sperm as his first. It's a big reason I go for young men whenever I can, their superior ability to...produce.

"Know what I like almost as much?" Kathy laid her head on Alice's shoulder, nibbling her earlobe and gently touching her knee. "Pussy," she whispered. "I love eating pussy."

Alice's head swam. She suppressed the impulse to bolt from the couch and escape Kathy's caresses. Despite her nervousness, she felt a tug of need in her belly. With a soft sigh, she slid her hips forward on the cushion and parted her legs, inviting the knowing fingers that were kindling sparks deep inside her easier access to her most intimate flesh.

Kathy's fingertips fluttered over Alice's clit. Alice moaned. She'd never been fondled like that by another woman. It was a new kind of arousal, slow and complete and utterly irresistible. As her body responded to the blonde's manipulations, Alice soon felt that she would do anything that Kathy asked, to keep the glorious sensations coming.

"You like having a girl play with you, hmmm?" Kathy murmured. "Ah, I can tell that we're going to be better friends than we ever were, from now on. We'll be pussy pals, you and I. Licking each other's slits for hours on end. You ever eat pussy, honey?" Kathy eased two fingers up into Alice's hot pussy, probing."