It was an incredible Saturday morning.
In all his eighteen years, Erik Swensen had never been so completely frustrated. Despite all his efforts, all his near hits, he was still a virgin, though his cock had been pulled on and sucked on and groped and squeezed until he thought his balls would just fall off, he still hadn't fucked. The burden of his shame was nearly overwhelming.
His cock was so hard he couldn't believe it, sticking out in front of his belly and pointing almost right straight up, the glistening precum dotting the eye of his cockhead, his balls aching feverishly as if they had been pounded on by a sledgehammer. And there he was, being dragged along by his mother, her grip firm and unrelenting around his wrist.
He was more naked than the day he had been born, because he had that hard-on that made him a man, because he had those two heavy ovoid balls generating the difference between little babies and functional males. And he hardly had time to even think about his nudity, so rapid had been his mother's actions once she had entered Barbara Jean's room and pulled Erik, literally, out of the saddle. She pulled his cockhead that was just beginning to taste a pussy with its own nerve endings right out of the cunt it was almost about to enter. She was dragging him across the hallway to her own bedroom.
Betty Sue Swensen was naked herself, though she didn't even know it. Whatever state her body might have been in wasn't even in her thoughts, so incredible had been the scene she witnessed between her very own sister and her son. The very idea of it was sickening to her, the thought of her dearly loved sister actually about to fuck her son, to take the cock that had been formed within her own belly and put it inside Barbara's was just too much. Betty Sue was positive, that her sister had absolutely no shame at all. Why, the thing she was doing was depraved and sinful. It was even incest, that horrible crime against nature, one of the most rigid taboos of all time.
She pushed through the door of her bedroom and pulled Erik through it, pushing him ahead while she deliberately closed and locked the door to the hallway, turning on Erik like a fury from Hell, the full force of her outrage nearly sending sparks flying off her brown hair, out of her brown eyes, in all directions.
"Oh, God, Erik!" she said. "I'm so ashamed of you. Christ, I thought I raised you better than that. Don't you know what you were doing? What a horrible crime, a sin actually, you were participating in?"
"But Mom, I…" Erik began, looking suddenly very vulnerable despite the massive erection that had just begun to recede.
"Don't you 'but, Mom' me, young man!" she said. "I saw you with my very own eyes, in your own aunt's bedroom. Obviously you had to go in there, Barbara Jean didn't drag you into her bed. You did it deliberately, so you aren't as innocent as you want me to think."
"Just too disgusting for words, groveling around naked in her bed, in my own sister's arms, wallowing in… in her… well, you know. You were doing it. With your big… your big…"
"No I wasn't, Mom, honest!" Erik said.
"Yes you were, I saw you," his mother said, her eyes only just beginning to see her son as he really was, almost a man, and spotting a cock and balls that any man would be proud to have for his own. And it was big, too, his dick, as she had thought from that fleeting touch beneath his bedsheet that she still vividly recalled.
"No we weren't," he insisted. "We were going to, Mom, that's for sure, but we didn't. We didn't have time to do it. I've never ever done it, Mother. Not with Aunt Barbara and not with anyone and it hurts me so much. God, it hurts so much!"
Erik, despite his almost full erection and his six feet, one-hundred-sixty-five pounds of man, crumbled like a little boy and flung himself across his mother's king-sized bed. Instantly he erupted into sobs and tears, the drops running down his face and soaking into the rumpled sheets.
He began moaning between his sobbing gasps, saying, "I hurt, I hurt, I hurt," over and over again, the words cutting right into Betty Sue's very soul, bypassing her heart that was already filled with the certainty that this was her son crying out in his anguish.
She rushed across the room and sat down on the bed beside Erik, taking him in her arms and pulling him close to herself in a tight embrace, rocking him gently as she had not done since he had been a small child. An involuntary humming song of motherly sadness formed in her throat and she gave voice to the mumbling monotone, cuddling her son's head tightly against her breasts and letting the warmth of her body flood over into his.
Slowly Erik's sobbing ceased and his whimpering slowed down and the tears stopped rolling down his cheeks to streak across his mother's belly and run down into her pubic hair, matting it, then across the lips of her pussy, making them moist and glistening.
Betty Sue was so lost in her private sorrow that she didn't notice the passage of time, however long it took for Erik to become quiet and snug within her embrace. She finally realized that his crying had settled down to just an occasional whimpering shudder, that her mother's lullaby had long ago ended, and she discovered that her son was nursing at her breast, and had been doing it for some time.
Her nipple was firm and elongated and the whole areola of her right breast was pulled up tightly inside Erik's mouth as he nuzzled there, his tongue again and again laying her sensitive, throbbing nipple. Her cunt was spasming in a steady pulsating pace and the lips of it, already moist from her son's painful tears, were puffy already and slightly extended, the pink inner flesh just peeking through her dense brown pubic hairs.
Erik's hand was high on her thigh, his fingers just grazing the edge of her pubic triangle, only fractions of an inch away from her cuntal lips. As she looked at his hand, it moved steadily higher and touched her there, the very outer rim of her pussy lip, and her cunt gave a solid thump deep within her and seemed to open wider, waiting, encouraging him to actually caress it.
Betty Sue could see her son's cock, just one foot away from her face, sticking up and pointing right straight at her like the most desirable lollipop in all the world; the big broad uncircumcised head of it peeled back naked and rampantly demanding attention… the thing that hurt him so much… the thing of his that needed attention more than anything else in all creation.
She could even smell the heady scent of his sex, somehow flavored by Barbara Jean's pussy juices and all the spittle she had deposited on it while she had been asleep and sucking on his cock at the same time. She could smell his sweat, too, and dried up urine and unwiped funkiness, and everything she smelled went right to her brain and exploded in sensual delights.
His finger touched her clitoris and stroked it with a talent that was part of his genes, not really what her sister had taught him to do at all. The contact caused her to scoot forward and spread her legs wider, making room for his fingers, for his hand, opening her cuntal mouth to her son's manipulations eagerly, suggestively.
At the same time her hand that had been cuddling his head, holding it close to her breasts where his mouth and his tongue were still avidly nursing at her big sensitive breast, pulling at her tortured, chewed raw nipple. Her hand slid down his shoulder and moved steadily forward, moving closer and closer to his waiting, needing cock shaft.
Betty Sue's hand closed over her own son's cockhead, taking the whole huge moistly throbbing knob into her fist and trying to close her hand around it without success. The heat of her palm, possessively cuddling the teen's cockhead, was instantly transmitted to his brain and his cock lurched and shook inside her hand, stretching out longer and growing harder, the head of it expanding and growing hotter, spreading her fingers wider as they tried to encompass the entire mass of it.
And she was completely lost. Betty Sue Swensen was totally beyond redemption and she would remain a wanton despot for the rest of her life, spending eternity in damnation because there was no way, absolutely no way that she could turn back again to being just a mother placating her son.
Betty Sue Swensen was a woman in need, a cunt. Erik Swensen was the answer to her requirements, a cock. There was no incest, no perversion, no sin, no crime, no adultery, no betrayal. Only love. And lust.
Erik's face rolled around on her breast, deserting it, then instantly closing on her left areola, suctioning hard and pulling it and the nipple deeply into his mouth, pulling on it as if trying to extract life-giving milk. His move had been so abrupt, so unexpected, that Betty Sue jumped in surprise, causing his finger to slip off her clitoris and slide deeply into her cuntal mouth, the walls of it closing possessively and hotly around his digit.
He stopped his nipple-licking attack on her breast and pulled his head off of it, looking up into her half-closed, passion-filmed eyes. "Oh, Mom, Mom!" he said. "It still hurts something awful, my… my cock does!"
"Yes, I know, dear," she said, palm-squeezing his cockhead and feeling the spongy mass of it resist her fingers, pushing back against her grasp and glowing hotly redder from the pressure of the contact. "That's the way these things happen, the way men feel until they… until they…"
"I know, Mom," he said, "until they fuck. I'm not ashamed to say that word, Mother, because that's the only seal way to say it. It's nothing bad, really, nor dirty. It doesn't mean crudeness, it means gentleness, to fuck. And it's the only real way to stop the hurt, somehow I know that."
"Oh, God, forgive me," Betty Sue said, praying in advance for forgiveness. "Here, move back just a bit, dear, let me get back on the bed."
Erik felt the first glimmerings of hope as he listened to his mother and watched her move into the center of the mattress, opening her legs wide and holding out her arms, wantonly inviting him to move within the shelter of her wide-open, unresisting embrace.
"Do you mean…?" he said, disbelieving his own eyes. "Can I, really, Mom?"
Betty Sue was afraid to say anything. It was bad enough having to hear him call her Mom and to keep reminding her that he was, indeed, her very own son, the flesh of her flesh, so she knew she could no longer hear herself call him son, not when she wanted him to fuck her as much as she did at that moment. She touched his hand and pulled gently at it and he followed effortlessly until he fell, full-length, across her body, his firm pectorals crushing her breasts between their bodies and his mouth locking over hers in a deep, tongue-twisting kiss.
She could feel the firmness and the heat of his erection burning into the flesh of her thigh as it pressed against her side. Then he rolled gently over her thigh, his cockflesh searing her silky smooth skin and, without any direction, without either of them even so much as touching it, the peeled-back head of his cock caressed the length of her clitoris then, slickly smooth, butted right into the gaping hole of her vagina.
The entire broad head of his blood-filled cock slid effortlessly right into her fuck hole and the lips of her cuntal mouth snapped tightly shut behind his coronal ridge, trapping his dick within her pussy forever.
The fire-like heat, of her cunt surrounding his fuck knob, the extreme heat of his cockhead searing her cuntal tissues, brought both mother and son to a plateau of synchronized brain waves. They were no longer two separate people, however related by blood. They were one. They were complete. The cock of the world had returned to the cunt of the world. The flesh that had always been the same flesh was, at long last reunited. The cock that had come out of that cunt had, finally, returned to its only safe harbor, its only true nesting place.
Without breaking their kiss, Betty Sue raised her hips and flexed her pussy muscles, sucking with her cuntal mouth along the length of her son's cock, pulling at it, drawing it deeper inside her, the snapping, clasping walls of her soft buttery cuntal depths moving apart for the massive intrusion of his rampantly hard fuck shaft.
Erik pushed forward with all his might, sinking his cock into his mother's eagerly clasping pussy beyond the root of it, his balls in their ballsac nestled tightly against his mother's asshole that flexed, her anal lips kissing her son's balls again and again. Erik's blond-haired pubic mound was grinding tight against his mother's clitoris, forcing her cuntal mouth wide because of the fat girth of his cock base and tormenting her with the pressures there, against her super-sensitive fuck button, sending wave after wave of pure unadulterated pleasure through all her nerve endings that went directly to the head of his cock, pressing solidly against the mouth of her womb, tying to regain entrance to that sacred chamber that had spawned him, his devoted, mother-loving cock, in the first place.
Her pussy rippled all along the whole long length of his steel-hard cock shaft and squeezed repeatedly the head of it, the wide flaring coronal ridge that so distended her pussy flesh, that so stuffed her full, making her feel every fraction of every inch of her son's rock-like fuck flesh, the heavy meat of his genitalia that was now, once again, only hers to hold and to enjoy.
The sensations, the heat of her soft buttery cuntal depths that his cock was so soothingly marinating within, caused the teen to shudder all over, his ripples even vibrating along the length of his cock inside her, thereby increasing the pleasant sensations for them both.
Then he began moving it around, as he remembered his Aunt Barbara telling him he should do, frictioning his cock from side to side within his mother's cuntal passage, finally pulling it back, then sending it back in with a clit-ramming thump that she just loved to the ends of her curled-up toes. It was good!
Erik pulled his dick back further and sliced it back in quicker, deeper, bottoming out against her womb and her clit at the same time, the sensations surrounding the head of his cock, her clit, becoming stronger and better. Instinctively he knew how to do it then, and he began a rapidly hunching, long-dicking pace, pulling his cock all the way out of his mother's cunt, then ramming it solidly back in before her gaping wide cuntal mouth had a chance to close shut behind it.
The thrill of his discovery, the flesh-stretching, full belly feeling of his flesh being repeatedly inserted within hers, gave Betty Sue the greatest thrill of her entire life and she began fucking back at her son, pacing her up and down hip thrusts to match his, intensifying the cock-in-cunt pounding friction.
Then, unable to control himself any longer, the sensations of his mother's repeating, machine-gun like clasping orgasm and her cum that had been bathing his cockhead in liquid fire became too much for him. He broke the kiss, turning his head to the side and gasping for air, his tortured lungs aching and his throbbing balls demanding a release the teen had never really experienced.
"I'm going to cum, Mother!" he said, shocking her back to instant reality with that one word. "It's so good, fucking is! I never dreamed anything could feel like this! Or like this… or this!"
He kept hunching his cock in and out of her in rapid, tight frictioning rhythm, trying to prolong his first fuck as long as possible but reaching the inevitable and nonetheless. "Oh, shit!" he said. "I'm almost there! I can't wait any longer! I'm going to cum, Mother! I'm going to cum! There! And there! And… God, can you feel it? Christ, I'm cumming! Oh, God, feel it! Feel my cum, Mother! Shit there it goes! I can't hold it back any more! And there! and there! God, I'm cumming! I'm cccuuummmihnnnggg! Oh, Christ, it feels so good! So fucking good! I'm actually cumming inside of you, Mother, my cock's cumming inside your cunt and I'm… I'm really a man at last!"
All cummed out, eighteen-year-old ex-virgin Erik Swensen collapsed in a fainting swoon atop his mother's cum-filled body, his cock still enormous and rigid and buried full-length within her spasming, muscle rippling, cuntal depths.
There was just that way, silent and motionless, for what seemed like hours, though it wasn't really nearly that long. Then, still silent, because neither of them yet knew what words to use, the shock of the whole incident heavy on both their minds, Erik felt his cock slowly relaxing, shrinking within the cum-filled cavern of his mother's cunt. Then, without warning, it popped out of the hole all by itself, running on a gentle flow of their mingled cum and fuck fluids.
His cockhead dripping cum, splattering, spotting the carpet and dripping down his thighs, Erik silently walked to the door, unlocked it, and went out of the room without once looking back.
Betty Sue lay there for a long time, hearing the sounds of Erik's shower running, wondering what it was she was supposed to feel, to think, after what she had just done. Surely it wasn't right to feel nothing but the pleasure of their fuck. Surely it wasn't right to feel the throbbing, pulsating pleasure that still radiated outwardly from her thoroughly fucked cunt.
Finally, the sun high outside and the morning well on its way toward noon, Betty Sue had to check the time and to grasp the rest of reality, moving into Saturday.
My God, I'm supposed to go pick up Johan… Jesus Christ, in an hour and a halt she thought, jumping out of bed and running toward her bathroom, wondering if the fuck smells would clear from the room before Johan entered it, hoping he would never even dream of the extent of her wanton depravity.