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The next morning, Mack awoke as he usually did—with a hard-on. He stroked his cock and thought about his mom and the events of the night before. He was unsure of what his mom's reaction would be. For all he knew she would be angry; he may have turned her off completely, so that their relationship would never be the same. He wondered for a moment if she would maybe even report him and what he had attempted to do. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that his mom's reaction and mindset would probably be something like this: My son and I drank some wine and got a little intoxicated; he's sixteen and at the full height of his "vigor"; he writes and reads erotica, and he stays "turned on" a lot; he's obsessed with it-- probably too much. He's obsessed with me. He wants to have sex with me. He doesn't understand the consequences and the implications of it. I need to have a talk with him—a serious talk.
Mack's thought about his mother's reaction turned out to be true. When he got up and went to the kitchen, his mom was at the stove. She murmured a "good morning" to him, but avoided his eyes. She fixed them breakfast, and they sat at the kitchen table and ate in silence, until she broke it by saying: "We should start this morning on the French Revolution." She was referring to their home schooling. "Okay," Mack replied. "Is there something specific I should read this morning?"
"Yeah, I have a couple of historical articles about it I want you to read—one by Carlyle, and one by Hugo. But first, I think we need to have a serious talk—about something else."
Mack knew what that something else was. "Sure, Mom, whatever you say."
"Let's finish breakfast first and clean up, and then we'll have a talk," she said.
They finished eating, and Mack went to the bathroom to shower. He stroked his dick as he thought about his mom. I'm going to fuck you if it's the last thing I do, he thought. I don't care what happens, what the consequences are. I've going to pump my cock deep in your cunt. I've just got to think how best to do it. If I can just get my prick stuffed in your pussy, I know you won't resist it for long. It might be ****, or whatever you want to call it. All I know is, I'm going to do it to you.
After he showered and dressed, he went to the living room. He noticed that his mother was sitting in a chair and not on the sofa. He sat in a chair opposite her and waited for her to open the conversation. He had a pretty good idea of how the conversation would go. "Honey, about last night," his mother opened up.
"I know, Mom. But what can I say? I could say I'm sorry, and that I got carried away, and I wish that it hadn't happened the way it did. But that wouldn't change anything. I don't really know what to say."
"Honey, I want to ask you a specific question, and I want a specific answer," she said. She was silent for a moment, and then she said: "Do you believe or think that i****t is wrong?"
Mack thought for a moment. He decided to be totally honest with her. He instinctively felt that it would be best if he were completely honest about how he felt.
"No, Mom, I don't. I don't think or believe that i****t is wrong. I don't understand what's wrong with it."
She gave out a sigh, and looked into his eyes. "Honey, I don't want to go into a sermon or whatever about it. All I'll say is this: It's wrong. Throughout history, and in most every civilization, i****t has been a taboo; it's been forbidden."
"I understand that, Mom, but tell me, why? Why has i****t been considered a taboo and wrong?"
His mother was silent for a moment, trying to think of a reply, but she couldn't come up with an answer. She finally said: "I don't want to get into a psychological or historical discussion about it, honey. It's just something that most people have recognized as being wrong, as being not right. Most people have condemned it since civilization began. We could spend hours discussing this, but it wouldn't accomplish anything. I want to be totally honest with you. If you sincerely think and believe that there is nothing wrong with i****t, then you are—I hesitate to use the word—but it's the only one that fits—abnormal, and totally immoral. I don't think you are. I think that overall, you're normal, you're bright and intelligent and talented, and you're a good person. You're a great k**—excuse the term k**. But you are. And what I can't understand is your obsession with it—with so-called erotica in general, and with i****t specifically. Because, let's face it, honey, you are obsessed with it. It's not healthy. It's not healthy and good to become obsessed about anything."
Mack chuckled to himself as she spoke. She had said exactly what he thought she would say. It was if he could read her mind.
"Mom, I understand what you're saying. But you still didn't answer my question. Why has i****t been considered a taboo and wrong? No one seems to know. All the theories and the opinions—ranging from it will cause birth defects, to it will result in in-bred abnormalities and all that--have been shown to be essentially incorrect. It boils down to this: it's a moral argument. Some consider it wrong; some consider it all right. Now who's to say who is correct about it?"
His mother looked at him in silence. There was really nothing she could say in rebuttal. Deep down inside she knew he was right. But she wouldn't admit it to herself.
She gave out a sigh again, and wagged her head. "I don't know what else to say, honey."
"Are you mad at me?" Mack asked. "For what happened last night?" "No, honey, I'm not mad at you. I'm just trying to understand. The obsession you have," she replied.
"The obsession I have with writing about i****t, or the obsession I have with you?" he asked.
"Both, I guess," she replied.
"I can't explain it, Mom. I just know that I experience it and feel it. I know that you think it's wrong, but I don't. So where do we go from here?"
She looked into his eyes. "I don't know, honey," she finally gave out a wry chuckle. "As long as we understand where we're both coming from, I guess that's all we can really do."
"Well, regardless of what we both think and feel, I love you, Mom." "I love you, honey," she replied, "and I only want what's best for you."
"I know, Mom. I know you do. You're the best mom in the world. You're the best mom a guy could hope to have."
Inside, Ann felt good, because she thought she had cleared up some things with her son. Inside, Mack felt good, because he knew that sooner or later he was going to fuck his lovely mom; would **** her if that's what it took.
After their conversation, Mack began planning the best, most effective way to fuck his mom. He had learned from the night before that she would resist if he tried to fuck her outright. He gave it a great deal of thought, and he came up with the idea of letting her see his cock at its full stiffness, thickness and length.
He began leaving his bedroom open and stroking his dick. His mom's bedroom was down the hall from his; the bathroom was located beyond his room. She had to go past his room to get to the bathroom. He began lying on his bed in the nude. He stroked his dick a lot, and it stayed hard most of the time. Whenever he heard his mom's door open, he began stroking his prick.
The very next day, he was rewarded. He was lying on his bed completely naked, rubbing his cock. It was stiff and throbbing, extended to its full seven-inch length, and thickness and stiffness.
He noticed his mom as she passed his opened bedroom door. He saw that she took a hesitating step, looking in his room. He knew that she couldn't help but see his big stiff throbbing dick. He rubbed it openly as she passed by his door. When she came back down the hall from the bathroom past his room, he continued to stroke his prick. He saw her take another hesitating step and look into his room. His dick was at its full stiffness, thickness and length.
That night he watched some films and videos; some old, some new. He was especially struck by the resemblance of his mom to some movie and TV stars; especially a young Ann Margaret and Kathleen Turner, Cameron Diaz, Nicole k**man, and even Heather Locklear. He couldn't quite understand the resemblance among all of them, but there was something about them all that was similar. He couldn't put his finger on it; he just knew that his mom resembled them all in some way. His cock grew so hard from watching all of them. He would have given anything in the world to lick their pussy or fuck them. He beat his meat till the sperm erupted up his prick, imagining all the time that he was squirting it deep in his mom's cunt.
He began openly masturbating in front of her, in that he kept his bedroom door opened when she passed by, and when he went to the bathroom. He began standing in front of the mirror in his bedroom with the door opened and stroking his dick, and going to the bathroom and leaving the door ajar as he rubbed his cock. He tried in every way he knew for her to see his stiff throbbing cock. And she saw it a number of times.
He suddenly thought of another way to "turn her on." He left a story he had written in her room. It was a story about a sixteen-year-old who has sex with his thirty-five year-old mom. It was so close to the reality of their situation that there could be no mistaking who or what the story was based on. He put a great deal of description in the story, of the sixteen-year-old licking and sucking the cunt of his mom, and licking her ass, of her licking and sucking his cock and of him fucking her pussy and her ass. He even included the comment of the mom resembling the movie and TV stars he had seen. All that he figured he could do now was wait for her reaction.
But there was no reaction from her. She didn't comment at all on seeing him masturbating or on reading the story.
He was growing desperate. He couldn't think of anything else he could do to show her how turned on he was by her. All he knew was that he just had to fuck her. He couldn't stand it any longer. He thought about her constantly. His cock stayed hard thinking about how good she looked and how much he wanted to pump his prick deep in her cunt.
He finally decided that the only way was to take her—by force if necessary. He gave it some thought, and he came up with the idea of slipping into her bedroom in the early morning hours, being as quiet as he could, not waking her if possible, sliding into bed with her, and then stuffing his cock in her as quickly as he could before she was fully awake. He had a feeling that if he could just stuff his prick in her pussy, it would end in his being able to fuck her. She might struggle and fight, but if he could just get some of his dick in her cunt, it would be all over as far as her trying to stop it.
Mack was so wrapped up in his own erotic thoughts about his mom that he never thought that she might be having erotic thoughts of her own.
Ann had been divorced for two years. In that time she had gone out some, but not that much. She was rather conservative; she didn't have sex on the first or second or third date for that matter. In other words, she was not promiscuous. She had had sex four times in two years. She masturbated sometimes, but it wasn't something she did regularly. But in the past month, she found herself growing horny. She didn't give any real thought to why; she just realized that it was so. She supposed that most women in their mid-thirties went through the same thing; she wasn't sure about it, but she figured that it was probably true. In the past month she had begun masturbating quite a bit. She was always discreet about it. She did it at night after she had gone to bed, under the covers, and she was silent as she did it. She stroked her breasts and her pussy, briskly rubbing them. She always ended by finger-fucking her pussy, stroking her clit fast and hard, and squeezing her breasts.
Her masturbating had never really involved any images of anyone. She had simply rubbed herself and enjoyed the feeling. But this night was different. Suddenly the image of her son loomed in her mind. She recalled the times she had seen him stroking his cock. She had seen him four or five times rubbing his dick. He had a good-sized cock, and he had stroked it up and down. It was stiff and thick and probably seven or eight inches long. She panted and breathed hard as she rubbed her pussy and titties and thought about her son's dick. It was so thick and stiff and throbbing.
Then suddenly, she realized what she was doing, and she quickly dismissed it and suppressed it from her mind. She repressed it. She sighed as she continued to rub, trying hard to keep her thoughts from her son.
It wasn't that Ann found the idea of i****t itself horrible or repugnant for that matter. It was just that to her it was wrong. It was something that was simply wrong. She didn't really delve into why. She just instinctively felt it was wrong; it was depraved, even perverted. It simply wasn't right.
Mack's mindset was in direct opposition to hers. He saw nothing wrong with i****t; nothing whatsoever.
He lay on his bed in the nude, stroking his cock. It was at its full length, thickness and stiffness. He thought about his mom. Sooner or later, I'm going to fuck her, he thought. I don't care if I have to **** her. I've done everything I can to show her that I want to fuck her. She's read the stories I've written about i****t; I tried rubbing her; she's seen me stroking my hard dick; she's seen it all. She knows I want to fuck her. I don't know what else to do. There is nothing left to do to show her. I might as well do it tonight. There's no use putting it off any longer. She may throw me out of the house, she may disown me, I may go to prison for ****. I don't know. I don't know what she would do. I just know that I'm going to fuck her. And I might as well do it tonight. I know one thing: If I can just get my dick in her pussy, I'll keep fucking her. She won't be able to stop it. She'll probably fight it, struggle, whatever, but if I can just get my cock deep enough in her cunt, it won't matter. She won't be able to dislodge me. What I need to do is be as quiet as possible, and try to get into bed with her without waking her, and then getting between her legs. I should be able to do that before she fully wakes up. By the time she's fully awake and aware of what's going on, I should be able to have my cock in her cunt.
He stopped stroking his prick. He didn't want to cum—yet. He wanted to cum deep in his mom's pussy. He lay awake thinking about her lying in her bed just down the hall.
I wonder what she wears when she goes to bed, he thought. Probably a slip and panties. Maybe no panties. No problem though. It won't take but a second to rake her panties off if she's wearing any.
He lay on his bed and finally dozed off. He awoke suddenly. He looked at the bedside clock. It was close to two a.m. He stroked his cock and it grew hard and throbbing in less than a minute. His dick was extended to its full stiffness. It throbbed and ached. His balls tingled. They were full and bloated. It's now or never, he thought. She should be fully asleep.
He walked naked from his room, his hard prick bobbing as he walked quietly down the hall.
He reached his mom's room and he silently slid his hand on the doorknob. It opened without making a noise.
It was dark in the room, but he could make out the bed and his mother's form lying on it. He could see she had a sheet half over her body. That was all. He saw that she was wearing a white slip.
He quietly approached the bed and stood by it for a moment. His mom was lying on her side, her back toward him. He could hear her regular deep breathing. She was fully asleep.
He moved as silently as he could, sitting slowly down on the edge of the bed. He waited for a moment. His mom didn't move at all. Her deep breathing continued.
He moved closer to her on the bed, keeping his movements slow and stealthy. He was now next to her, almost touching the sheet that half-covered her body.
With a slow silent movement, he slipped the sheet off her body. Her slip had ridden up her thighs. He saw she was wearing panties.
His cock was rock-hard and throbbing. He stroked it a couple of times as he looked over his mom's form lying on the bed.
He debated whether to try to slip her panties off without waking her. If she awoke as he was attempting to slide them off, it might make the whole thing more difficult. He wanted to be able to do as much as possible without waking her. He decided that he would try to slowly slide her panties off. If she awoke, he would simply mount her as fast as possible and stuff his cock in her without any hesitation. He figured that even if she awoke as he was sliding her panties down, it wouldn't take more than a few seconds for him to stick his dick in her. No matter what happened, by the time she was fully awake and aware of what was going on, he should be able to have his cock stuffed in her.
He slowly and silently slid his hand to her waist. He pulled down slowly on her panties. She stirred, and he stopped. She moved onto her back. He held his breath. Then he heard her deep regular breathing, and he knew she was still asleep. He took both hands and slowly slid her panties down off her hips. He halted again. He still heard her deep breathing. Now came the tricky part. He slid her panties slowly down, trying his best to slide them off her rump without making any sudden movements. She stirred again, and he froze. But she didn't make any sudden movement. He now had her panties down to her knees.
He slowly and silently slid them off her knees down to her feet. He halted again. He could still hear her deep regular breathing, and she hadn't stirred. He pulled her panties off her feet and tossed them aside. All she had on now was a short silk slip, and it had ridden up to her waist. In the dim light, he saw her naked body up to her waist. His cock throbbed and ached in its full stiff thickness. He could see between her legs. Even in the dim light, he saw the triangle of sandy-blonde hair. It was clear that his mom didn't shave but she kept herself trimmed.
Her legs were slightly spread and her arms were folded across her chest.
He wanted to lower his head between her legs and lick her pussy, but he knew that would probably wake her up, and might screw up the whole thing and make it a real struggle. So he contented himself with looking at her body.
The more he looked between her legs, the hornier he grew. Her pussy was there for the taking. He knew that she would eventually wake up, probably as soon as he slipped his dick into her cunt.
The moment of truth was at hand. He knew that once he made his move, it would forever change their relationship; in fact, it would forever change everything. So he hesitated for a moment.
His cock throbbed and strained. It was at its seven-inch length and full thickness and rigidity.
Now was the time.
He moved over between his mom's legs and lay atop her. He didn't waste any time. He guided his prick to her pussy and pushed, thrusting his cock forward. She stirred and moaned and began to awaken. By the time she awoke, he had the head of his dick in her. By the time she became fully aware, he had half his cock in her pussy.
He clutched her tightly around her waist and kept pushing forward, driving his dick into her cunt.
Even though she was awake and aware, she was still disoriented. Her body was fully aware of what was happening, but her mind was still fuzzy from sleep. It was if she couldn't connect the two together.
He stuffed more of his prick up her pussy, and her mind and body suddenly merged and she realized completely what was happening. "No! she cried out. "No!"
She began struggling, twisting and squirming, trying to push him off, trying to slide out from under him. But he had her pinned down; his body was pressed atop hers, his arms were tightly wrapped around her waist, and he was lodged firmly between her legs. And his cock was embedded in her pussy.
"No!" she cried again. "Don't! No, no!" She flailed and raked her hands at his back and shoulders and writhed and squirmed, trying in every way she could to escape.
"Don't fight it, Mom," he breathed out. "It's no good to fight it. I'm in you too deep."
He thrust and pushed his dick on up into her cunt. He had most of his prick in her pussy.
"Oh god, no!" she moaned. "No, honey, no! Stop it. Don't! We mustn't do this! It's wrong. It's so wrong! It's ****—and it's i****t!"
"Nothing that feels this good can be wrong, Mom," he gasped as he stuffed his dick in her cunt. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long. I've wanted to stuff my cock deep in your pussy —every inch of it."
She still struggled, but to no avail. He simply had her pinned down; his full weight atop her was too great for her to break away, and her flailing and raking and beating his arms and shoulders did nothing to make him stop. She supposed she could have screamed, but she knew no one would hear.
In desperation, she tried pleading with him." Honey, we can't do this. I'm your own mother. It's i****t. It's wrong. We just can't do this. Please! Don't"
His only reply was to say: "I love you, Mom. I want to share my love with you. I want to give you every inch of my love."
He thrust every inch of his thick prick up her cunt, mashing and grinding his full bloated balls upon her ass.
"Ah, I've got every inch of my cock in you now. Um, yes, fucking you deep, Mom, deep in your cunt—fucking you to your core."
He pumped his meat in her, screwing her fully and deeply. He clutched her rump and squeezed her ass as he fucked her.
Ann wasn't aware that her body began to respond; it was as if her mind was disconnected from her body. Her thought was still concentrated on resisting and struggling and pleading with her son. She wasn't aware when her pussy began squeezing on her son's dick when he thrust it up her cunt, or when it loosened up when he slid his prick back down. She wasn't aware when it was that she slid her arms around his shoulders and raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist or when she lifted her rump up to meet his thrusting cock. It wasn't as if she suddenly realized her body was responding; she gave no thought to it. It seemed her thought had been suppressed.
He pumped his dick deep in her cunt, and suddenly she gave in completely. She began fucking back at him, thrusting her pussy forward to meet his prick.
He lowered his head down to her breasts and began licking and lapping on the mounds, going from one to the other. sliding his tongue around, flicking it over the nipples as he sucked the nubs with his lips.
She clutched the sides of his head with her hands and thrust her breasts out and moved them around on his sucking mouth. Her cunt sucked on his cock as he pumped it in her pussy. She didn't care if it was **** or i****t now. She didn't care about anything except that she wanted it to continue.
"Oh, unh, ooh, umm, oh," she breathed out in passion and pleasure as her son screwed her. She hunched her body up, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around him as he pumped seven inches of thick meat in her cunt. She thrust her body back and forth, meeting and matching his movements. They were fucking in perfect synch and rhythm.
He increased the speed and power of his thrusts, pumping his dick fast and hard and deep.
"Oh, um, ooh, oh, umm unh, ooh," his mom panted as he heaved every inch of his prick up her pussy. He cried aloud as he jammed his cock to her core and let her have it. He spewed a stream of semen deep in her cunt. He mashed his balls on her ass as he squirted a half dozen gobs of cum up her pussy. She cried out as her cunt sucked his cum up into her core. He emptied his balls in her.
They both lay there not moving for a few minutes, just breathing hard and panting. She finally let her arms and legs relax but she still held her son. She moved her hands down to his shoulders and let her legs slide down to entwine with his.
Neither spoke; they just lay there. They finally went to sleep with her son's cock imbedded in her cunt.
In the early morning hours, Mack awoke. It was still dark, but he saw by the lighted clock on the bed table that it was near five a.m. Sometime during their sleep, Mack and his mom had moved so that he now was lying beside her. Her back was toward him and he had his body pressed up close against her, his arm around her waist. His crotch pressed upon her rump.
His cock began to grow and he felt his balls throbbing and filling up. He pressed his prick forward upon his mom's butt, and let his hand drop to her breast. He stroked the tit, lightly rubbing it, and swiping his thumb over the nipple. His mom's breast was full and warm, and the nipple was thick and rubbery His dick grew stiff. He stroked it on her ass mounds.
Something told him to begin taking her before she fully awoke.
He moved her over onto her tummy and grasped her hips and pulled her up onto her knees. He moved up behind her, his legs between hers and moved his crotch up against her rump. He wrapped his arms around her waist. By the time she was fully awake and aware, he had pushed his prick forward into her pussy.
He groaned as he began digging his hard dick up her cunt. He moved his hands up and rubbed and mashed her breasts as he slowly slid his cock in her warm snug moist pussy.
She struggled and resisted, but it was really half-heartedly. What was the use? He already had half his prick up her cunt, and held her from behind so tightly that she couldn't have broken free even if she had tried with all her might. It was just like the night before. The result was going to be the same.
He heaved his stiff thick dick in her pussy, filling it up, thrusting inch after inch in her cunt. He squeezed her titties, pinching the nipples, and she gasped and winced with the pleasure-pain of it.
He drove the final inch of his cock up her pussy. He was fully embedded in her now.
She whimpered and mewled, and made little resisting, twisting movements, but they both knew they were only for show. Something inside her head told her to show at least some resistance; something told her that she must show, if it was only pretense, that she still resisted.
Mack realized what was happening, and he wasn't concerned in the least. He knew he had her, and she couldn't escape, and in the end, the result would be as before. She would end up wanting it, even loving it.
He gave a mighty thrust of his prick and stuffed every inch of his dick deep in her cunt. She heaved her body up and gave out a cry.
"Fuck, Mom, fuck!" he cried aloud. "****! i****t! Yes! I'm r****g you, Mom! Your son's r****g you. Your son's fucking you. Your own son's pumping his cock deep in your cunt!"
He screwed her hard and fast and deep, rapping his prick up and down her pussy, squeezing and pinching her tits and nipples good and hard.
"Tell me you love it, Mom. Tell me you love my cock deep in your cunt. Tell me!"
"Oh god, it's wrong," she gasped, "but it feels so ... oh, ah, it's so wrong, but it's so—oh, ah, it's so good!" She hunched back at him, thrusting her body "It's so wrong and good!"
She panted and humped her body back to meet his thrusts. "Oh god, I can't help it! You're my own son—I'm your mother, but I can't help it. It's too good! Oh, ah, it feels too good to stop! So deep and hot and good!"
He pumped the meat in her deep, fucking her fully and strongly. She gasped and panted and hunched her body back and forth. "Oh, ah, I'm ... going to ... oh god, it's ... oh god ... I'm going to ... oh, ah... !"
"Are you cuming, Mom," he wheezed. "Ah, yeah, I'm going to cum too. Oh yeah, here it cums, Mom—cuming in your pussy—hot fucking cum deep in your cunt!"
He jammed every inch of his dick up her pussy and pissed a spurt of semen deep in her core. She cried out in lust as he spewed thick creamy cum up her cunt. They both grunted and groaned in unrestrained passion and pleasure as he squirted gob after gob of cum deep in her pussy.
He finally fell on her back and they lay there panting and gasping as the last trickles of cum dribbled from his cock into her cunt.
As had happened before, they finally went to sleep with her son's dick in her pussy...
... Mack awoke early, before eight a.m. He got up and took a quick shower, and then went to the kitchen. Despite what had happened, he still felt a little unsure, a little uneasy.
He fixed breakfast for both of them, and was setting it out on the kitchen table when his mother entered the kitchen.
When Ann had awoken, she lay there for a little while, thinking about the whole situation. She felt some guilt, but it was vague and not very strong. Her thought about i****t in general had not changed. She "knew" it was wrong; but her feelings about it had changed. There was something of a conflict within her about it, but it wasn't a tortuous, serious thing, nothing that would keep her awake at night; nothing that would cause her any worry, much less anguish. The good feeling of her son fucking her had overwhelmed any guilt or doubt she had felt. She wanted to continue it. She saw no reason to stop it. It felt too good to stop.
The only thing remaining to do was to have a little talk with her son; a sort of cautionary talk. She needed to caution him about keeping what they did a secret, and the consequences that would result if it were ever discovered.
When she entered the kitchen, she smiled at her son, brushed her hand on his arm and gave him a cheery good morning.
Mack now knew everything was all right, and there was no need whatsoever to feel unsure or uneasy. As he looked at his lovely mom in her robe, his cock began to grow.