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The Carruthers, 30-year-old Jake, 52-year-old Allen and his mother, 51-year-old Allie sat at the kitchen table drinking Allie's ice cold lemonade. Outside shimmering waves of heat rose from the plowed fields. Even their old mule retired to the coolness of the barn after drinking from the water trough.

Allen wore faded almost white Oshkosh blue jean bib overalls with no shirt. A forest of grey chest hair sprouted from the top and sides of the coveralls. A matching grey monk's cap of hair circled his head, leaving his sweaty bronze pate bald and gleaming. A grey grizzled two-day old beard covered his meaty mahogany face. His scuffed high-top Brogan's show the signs of arduous work.

He was a stolid man, not given to long conversations or deep thoughts. He rose before sunrise. With a brief break for dinner at noon, he stayed in the fields until dark. Then he ate his supper and retired for the night to repeat the cycle six days a week. Sunday, he rose early for church. He spent the remainder of Sunday preparing for the next week's cycle.

Allison, "Allie" Carruthers, Jake's mother, was bare leg wearing cloth slippers., She wore a button up the front faded print dress that was at least a size too small. Her 40E breasts sat on her chest like twin mountain ridges with cleavage that rivaled the Grand Canyon in its depth. Because of the oppressive heat and high humidity, she wore no bra or panties.

Her perspiration caused her dress to cling to her body, molding it to her ass and breasts. The clinging dress emphasized her outsized breasts. It clung to her crotch creating a vee that was only broken by her hairy Mons. Perspiration added a sheen to her blemish free mocha skin.

Allie was an elemental woman. Her passions were family, home and church. She gave herself fully to each in its time.

They were poorly educated farm people. When they were coming up in the war years, field hands were more important than book learning. They learn to read and write and very little else. It was their pride that their son was the first one in the family not only to graduate high school but also graduate college.

Jake wore rumpled tan Carhartt's. Perspiration stains marked the back, chest and made a semi circle under his arms. He took a long gulp of the lemonade. He was clean shaven with close cropped black hair. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a forest of dark chest hair.

"Boy, I'm glad you got down to see us. It's been a while."

"I know dad. But with my job up in Capital City, June being pregnant, our two k**s and my brother Caleb, it's hard for me to get away except when my job brings me here."

Allison stood leaning against the sink just behind her husband listening to he and his son discuss the farm. Jake was a 30-year-old version of his father. His education made him more vocal, more urbane. However, his massive chest and thick thighs were those of a body made for hard work. He was built like a plow horse but college gave him thoroughbred thoughts.

She leaned her head back and took a long gulp of the lemonade. Her mid-thigh dress rode up in front and the buttons stretched. The spaces between the buttons on her dress exposed her substantial cleavage. Some of the liquid spilled from her mouth, moistening her threadbare cotton dress. She smiled when she saw her son staring at her chest.

Jake noted her large nipples making impressions in the overly tight dress. He glanced down at her full firm thighs made muscular by arduous farm work. He felt a stirring in his pants and quickly looked away.

"It's been two weeks since you was here last," She said as she walked past Allen and stood next to her son seated at the kitchen table. Her mature hips brushed his shoulder. She rested her hand on his back just below his neck and made slow circles with her fingers. She was close enough to smell the acrid odor of his sweat and his male scent. A tremor shook her body.

"How's Caleb doing? I really miss him."

"He's is doing just fine, mom. He's doing well in school and gets along well with his two cousins."

Caleb was 8 years old. It took some doing. However, Jake convinced his parents that the school system in Capital City offered more opportunity for a bright c***d like Caleb. He spent the school year with Jake and his summers and holidays on the farm.

Allen stood. "I got to get back out in the fields. Them no account help I hired will sit on their ass if I don't watch them."

Jake stood and awkwardly embraced his father. Allen was not given to open displays of affection. "I'll be gone when you get back. But I'll be back in about another two weeks when school is out. I may bring my boys with me when I bring Caleb home. Maybe we can get some fishing in."

Jake worked for the State Farm Bureau. He travelled the state assessing the quality of the land, water, and crop yields. Approximately every two weeks his job brought him to his parent's small farm.

"I'd like that! You and me ain't been fishing in years. And you right for bringing your boys. They could use some of this fresh country air."

The two men clumsily broke their embrace. Allen patted his son on the shoulder with one gnarled hand. He nodded at Allie and lumbered out the door They both heard him start the old tractor and head toward his crops.

"So, when is my new grandbaby due?"

Allison leaned over to pick up her husband's dirty glass. The top of her dress fell open. For a moment, Jake stared at his mother's large bare bosom. Her breasts hung swinging in tune with her body as she dabbed with a dish towel at the wet spot left by the glass. He looked up to see her smiling at him.

Allie turned, walked to the sink, turned on the tap and rinsed it out. She folded the damp dish towel and d****d it over the edge of the porcelain sink. Out of the window, over the sink, she could see her husband on his tractor moving toward their fields.

"She's 28 weeks along. The baby is due in about two months." Jake stood and walked behind his mother.

"I always wanted a passel of babies. I wanted so many they'd be under foot like a herd of rabbits."

Jake could hear the sorrow in her voice at having only two c***dren. He knew it was the one disappointment in her life.

Aware of their frustration, he suggested his parents to have a fertility test. He was 18 at the time and heard about this type of testing in school. His father fought against it. He said if they kept "doing it" Allie would get pregnant. Eventually, Jake and Allie convinced him. The results showed he had a low sperm count. The news devastated Allie. Allen never accepted the result.

When she ultimately did get pregnant, the doctors thought Allie's pregnancy was a minor miracle. They could not explain it. Allen actually smiled. It confirmed his manhood.

Jake wrapped his arms around Allie's waist and cupped her large tits. She sat the glass in the sink, leaned her head against her son's chest and covered his hands with hers.

"Baby, she said quietly, "your momma has REALLY missed you."

Still embracing her from behind, Jake simultaneously ground his hardening cock into her substantial butt while undoing the buttons on her dress. He pushed the dress aside and caressed her body, running one hand over her belly pooch and up to her breasts. He cupped them at the base and slowly drew the hand up the soft flesh to her rigidly hard nipples. The other hand slid down to her hairy bush. His index finger sank into her moist birth canal.

Allison took a long sibilant breath. Her plump hips pumped against her son's finger. Almost involuntarily her ass began grinding against his tumescent tool.

"I miss you too, momma." Jake nuzzled her ear, nipping lightly on her sensitive earlobe.

"We can't fuck here in the kitchen, baby. I can see your daddy on his tractor in the distance."

"You know you love the excitement of doing it here."

"Baby, I love doing it with you anywhere. But sometimes I get scared we might get caught."

Having sex with her son awakened a fire in Allie. Sex with Allen was always pleasurable and she looked forward to it. However, her son stirred a dormant volcano of lust she never knew existed. Her juices flowed from her like molten lava. Jake had her doing things she never dreamed of doing.

She and her husband were virgins when they married at 17. Until she started having sex with her son, all Allie knew was missionary and the occasional spoon fashion.

The nascent Internet of the late 1990s and a few promiscuous high school girlfriends provided depth and breadth to Jake's sex education. By the time he seduced his mother at 18, he was still a relative novice. However, compared to his mother, he was worldly.

As his caressed his mother's breasts and ran his finger through her pulsating slit, he looked out the window at the old barn. Their first time was right out there. It was a sultry hot August day just like today.

Allie wore a house dress like the one she wore now. They were taking a break before finishing their chores. They were sitting on hay bales in the relative cool of the barn, dipping freshly pumped cool water from a galvanized pail.

Allie stood and brushed the hay from her dress. "Come on, son! We still got chores to do."

When Jake brought the dipper to his mouth for a last drink, Allie playfully pushed the dipper up, spilling the water over him. He leapt to his feet coughing.

"Mom!" He refilled the dipper from the pail and doused his mother. The water soaked her threadbare print cotton dress, making it translucent. He could see her dark nipples, hardened by the cold water, pressing against the dress. For a moment, the eroticism of seeing his mother's tits transfixed him.

"You little dickens! You can't do that to your mother!"

Allie took advantage of his hesitation to pick up the pail and throw the rest of the cold water on her son. Laughing, she ran across the barn with Jake in hot pursuit. He caught her and they fell on the bales of hay. Jake began tickling her as they tussled on the hay bales.

"Douse me with water will you," Jake laughed as he mercilessly tickled his mother.

They were never sure what happened then. At some point Allie's dress rode up. Jake, sweating heavily, saw the glistening wetness of her hairy thatch. He saw her dark rigid areola tenting her drenched dress. He sat straddling her. He reached out and touched her hard nipple.

She lay on her back trying to catch her breath. Allie shivered when his hands touched her breasts. She felt strange but was not afraid of his touch. When he unbuttoned the dress, Allie felt a tremor in her abdomen. She knew she should stop him. She never understood why she did not.

When he leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, she held his head to her breast letting him suckle. She recalled the intimacy of breastfeeding him as a newborn. Back then, she loved the intimacy of nourishing the life she had just produced.

She knew this was different. This intimacy was forbidden. Even though it grew from the same maternal intimacy, society said it was a step too far.

Jake sucked hungrily on his mother's pinky sized nipple. His hands explored her large mature body, sliding over her belly pooch and through the forest of her pubic hair.

Allie was a big woman, almost Amazonian in girth and stature. Hard farm labor kept her body tight.

His mother's lush body entranced Jake. It was different from the farm girls he had in the back of his father's pickup truck. Those girls were smaller after the modern fashion. His mother's body was lusher. Her reaction to his lovemaking surer. There were no pseudo protestations. She knew what he was going to do.

Allie's hand covered her son's. She never knew if she meant to pull his hand away or if she intended to push his index finger into her hole. She did know that she thrust up against it, pumping her hips.

"No, baby! No! We mustn't." Even as she protested, she held his hand tight against her pussy, thrusting against his finger. There was a delicious wantonness to letting her son finger her. Other than Allen, and occasionally her own, Jake's were the first fingers in her hole.

"Please momma! Please!" Jake was not sure what he was asking for as he lay partially on her body drop humping her thigh. He crushed her lips with his. Allie turned to face him. They ground against each other. Their breathing was harsh. Their hands roamed each other's bodies, touching sensitive spots, drawing moans and sighs

Even as she protested, Allie pulled the straps of Jake's bib overalls down and pushed them below his waist. It was she who pulled him on top of her. It was she who took his cock in her hand and positioned it her hole.

They both groaned in wide eyed surprise as he slowly slid in her. He felt his cockhead penetrate her labia, parting them as it entered her sheath. Though more sexually experienced than his mother, he knew this was different. There was at once a familiarity and a sense of forbidden fruit.

Allie felt the pressure as he slipped the first inches in her hole. It felt strange to have another man's cock in her pussy, a pussy only her husband had entered. It felt even stranger that the cock was her son's.

She felt the helmet of his cockhead slide between her engorged swollen labia. He was only a little larger but incredibly hard, harder than her husband had been in years. It slid effortlessly through her sheath, filling her, sending thrills through her body. After her initial protest, she was silent. She stared wide eyed into her son's lustful face as he paused with his cock filling her pussy.

"We shouldn't do this, baby!" She felt she had to say this, to acknowledge the sinfulness of what they were doing. Even as she mouthed her feeble protest, she felt his balls slap against her ass. He was only slightly larger than his father. However, his cock was more rigid, more vital. Her hands stopped pushing at his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her large firm thighs encircled his back.

For a moment, they lay joined like that. They could feel the heat of the summer day wafting in through the open barn door. In the distance, they heard the growl of Allen's tractor. The world seemed the same. However, they knew it was changing. The aroma of their arousal mixed with the scent of the fresh hay.

It was Allie who began to pump up, relishing the feel of her son's cock sliding through her love hole. It was she who flexed her muscular thighs around his back drawing him deeper.

"OHHHH MOM! You feel so good!"

"SOOO WRONG! SOOO WRONG!" Even as she acknowledged the wrongness of fucking her son, she thrust against him. A low keening sound issued from her throat as he began to match her thrusts. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh, the sloshing of hard cock in wet pussy resounded in the cavernous barn. Sweat streamed form their bodies as mother and son rutted. In his stall, the old mule snorted as the scent of their lust filled the barn. He was the only witness to their i****tuous act.

She felt no guilt at having sex with a man other than her husband. This was not the sexual act of a man claiming a woman. This was different. Fucking her son did not break her marriage vows. It was an extension of a mother's love for her son and his for her.

Sweat streamed off them that long-ago summer day as they rutted. They were no sweet words of love, just the a****listic grunting of their coupling. Allie reveled in the sensations of her son's cock plunging in and out of her pussy. Jake marveled at the sensuality of his tool buried deep in his mother's spasming hole.

Her pussy contracted as though she where giving birth, clamping down on her son's cock. The spasms in her pussy permeated her body. Allie came with a v******e she had not felt in years. It was as though she were having a seizure. Her eyes were wide and fixed. Her mouth gaped open saliva ran from the corners, her head whipped from side to side. Her arms and legs thrashed about uncontrollably. The v******e of her orgasm frightened her. She felt as though she were dying, like her last breath were being snatched from her.

She screamed when she felt her son swell in her. Then she felt the molten heat of his sperm as he flooded her sheath. She felt it splash against the walls of her vagina. It washed up against her cervix with the force of a tidal wave, flooding her pussy.

"Oh Momma! Momma! I'm Cumming! I'm Cumming!"

"I feel you, baby! I feel you! Fill your momma up!"

Mother and son thrust hard against each other. Allie drove her hips up to meet her son's downward thrust. Their nostrils flared as the scent of their lust wafted through the barn. In that moment, they lost all sensibility. a****listic lust ruled them.

They came down slowly. Their frantic dance of i****t slowing as their passions cooled. Breathing heavily, Jake lay on his mother with his head next to hers. He could feel the heat of her body under him. He felt the slow heaving of her body as she came down from her orgasmic peak. His breath came in harsh gasps.

Allie stared up at the ceiling of the barn. Her hand caressed Jake's back. What she had done and why confused her. The world looked the same. The tractor still growled in the distance. The heat waves shimmered across the field. The mule snorted and stamped his hoofs in his stall.

However, it was her son's cock filling her pussy. It was his seed she felt oozing from her hole. It was his young tight body that lay atop hers. That was new. That was different. That part of her world had changed

. She felt her son's cock softening in her. She stroked Jake's sweating back as she felt the last spurts of his sperm fill her. She felt his seed spilling from her, running down the cheeks of her ass. She always loved him. She still did but in a new way.

She was his mother and felt the symbiosis that a mother feels for a c***d. She rationalized that sex was an extension of that love. She gave him life. Now she gave him her body. She accepted his seed into the womb.

Afterwards they were embarrassed. They did not look at each other as the put their clothes back on. They walked from the barn maintaining a wide separation. They returned to their chores.

It was several days before either one of them spoke to the other about what happened. Jake's new relationship with his mother confused him. She was not like the farm girls he fucked. It was not just the physical act. He loved his mother. There was no doubt about that. He just loved her more and differently now. The intimacy he felt with her was not like those girls.

Allie was not given to deep reflection. Life went on. Each day she cooked, cleaned, and did the other chores associated with farm life.

Like the dutiful wife she was, Allie had sex with her husband. As it had for years, his cock comfortably filled her. She knew how deep he would go and how long he would last. Sex with him was still satisfying.

Even as they pumped against each other, she thought of Jake's cock. It was not cock size that brought images of him to her mind. It was something she could not explain. When her husband came, she thought of the volume and vitality of Jake's sperm.

A few days later, she watched him pull into the yard in the old F-150. She watched him step from the truck, walk to the rear, and open the tailgate. He was shirtless, wearing old cutoff jeans. His skin burned black by the sun. Perspiration gleamed on his hard body. Her body tingled as she watched the muscles in his arms ripple. She brought her hand to her ample bosom, when she saw his thews cord as he squatted. The bulge in his crotch caused a moistness in her nether regions

She knew he was home to fill the water tank on the truck for his father and the field hands working in the sweltering heat. Her stomach churned as she watched him take the black water hose and thrust it into the spout on the water tank. She could see the muscles in his back ripple as the water spewed from the hose into the galvanized tub.

She dried her hands on the well-worn dish towel and walked out the kitchen door. She was not sure what she was going to say. However, she knew something needed to be said. It had been nearly a week since that day in the barn. They avoided each other the entire time. Their conversations were reduced to monosyllabic words.

She stood at the open tailgate, looking up at Jake. "Son, we need to talk."

Jake jumped. He did not hear her walk up. He was lost in reverie, replaying that magical afternoon. When he turned, he saw the top button of her dress was undone. He could see rills of perspiration sliding through the valley created by her breasts. The dress, slightly moist from perspiration, clung to her body. It emphasized the fullness of her breasts, the swell of her hips, and the wide vee where those thighs met. His tongue snaked out over his suddenly dry lips.

"Yes ma'am?" He sat down on the tailgate. He studied his hands, twisting, and turning them as though he had newly discovered them, He could not meet his mother's gaze.

Allie placed a hand on her son's thigh. She felt the hard muscles of his leg. Unbidden, an image of him above her, those muscular thighs driving his substantial cock deep in her filled her mind. She recalled the power and vitality of his thrusts into her, the incredible full almost painful feeling. She remembered the sadness she felt when his precious seed ran from her birth canal and down her thighs.

Whatever she was going to say, the words would not come. Like a guppy, her mouth opened and closed. Her hand flexed and released on his thigh. She was dimly aware of Jake taking her hand and helping her onto the tailgate.

There was no shame when her dress rode up her thigh as she lifted her foot and let her son help her into the truck bed. Now she stood over him. Nervously, she brushed her dress back into place.

"Son, look...we...we did something we probably shouldn't have. But I don't regret it! I...uh...just wanted to say that!"

A small breeze came up. The kind you get on sultry summer days. It didn't cool anything. It just stirred the air, briefly making it more tolerable. It also blew the hem of Allie's dress, raising it high.

Jake looked up and saw his mother's large thighs. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around them and lay his head against her Mons.

"Mom, I love you! You have always been the special woman in my life. What happen over there, in the barn, just made me love you more!"

She knelt straddling his legs and pulled his head to her bosom. There was no hesitancy as she knelt over his legs. They embraced and kissed. It felt natural to have his tongue duel with hers inside her mouth.

It was she who reached down and unbuttoned his fly. It was she who took his turgid member in her work roughed hands and stroked it. It was she who slid down his legs and took him in her mouth. She smiled as she heard him hiss. He sounded like his father.

She did not protest when he pulled her dress up as she sucked his cock and he squeezed her behind. She felt the roughness of his finger as it slid between the quivering cheeks of her ass, over her starfish and entered her love canal. She sucked harder as he fingered her, his index finger plumbing her depths, his thumb rubbing her clit.

She wanted to taste him. To have his essence fill her mouth like his father's did. However, her husband never strummed her pussy like her son did. Jake knew how and where to touch her.

"Oh fuck! Fuck baby! I'm cumming."

Allie felt an overpowering urge to pee. She fought it, not wanting to stop until Jake came in her mouth. She came explosively, squirting a thick clear stream of ejaculate on to the bed of the truck. She felt as though she were being turned inside out. She felt her son swell. His hips thrust against her mouth as he pumped it full. His sperm squirted out of the sides of her mouth, ran down her cheeks and onto her neck.

"I...Wha... Allie was confused. She lay in her son's lap, the last drips of his semen smearing her cheek.

Jake was breathless. The v******e of his orgasm was unlike any he ever felt. He was weak and disoriented.

"You squirted, momma."

"I don't understand!"

"Sometimes, when a woman is really excited, she cums almost like a man. She squirts a liquid from her from there!"

Allie's head lay in her son's lap. His semi rigid cock lay on her cheek. She could feel the moist heat of his seed dripping on her cheek. It was odd to be in this position while her 18 year old son explained her orgasm to her. A part of her wondered how he was so worldly. Another part of her wondered what else he knew that she did not.

She took his cock in her hand. She pulled it down to her mouth and licked the head. The afterglow of sex was new to her. She and Allen fucked, cleaned up and went to sleep. They never did it during the day. Daylight was for chores.

She glanced up at her son. He leaned against the water tank, his eyes partially closed. His fingers idly stroked her swollen pussy. Her husband never did that.

She sat up in the truck. She threw her leg over her son. She felt his cock as it slid between the cheeks of her ass. Over the cab of the ruck she could see Allen in the distance working with the field hands.

Allie reached between them, She took her son's now rigid cock in her hand and positioned it at her entrance. They both took a long sibilant breath as she slid down Jake's pole, taking him deep inside her.

Allison wrapped her arms around his neck. She used her powerful thighs to pump up and down on his tool. The feeling of her son's cock in her was exquisite. She threw her head back, staring up at the cloudless blue sky, squinting against the brightness of the sun.

Their growls of passion drowned out the growl of the distant tractor. Their heat matched the heat of the summer sun. The aroma of their juices was carried by the breeze that blew over them. When they came, the came together. Their mouths covered each other's mouths.

Jake painfully squeezed her ass as shared his sperm with her. Her arms were entwined under his arms, the palm of her hands on his shoulders. They stayed like that, the thrustings slowing. The passion of the kissing replaced by gently touching.

"You'd better get this water back out to the fields," she said quietly.

"Yes, ma'am."

Allie rose to her knees. She closed her eyes as the sensation of Jake's cock sliding from her love canal sent thrills through her body. She turned and sat on the tailgate. She jumped to the ground and straightened her dress.

"Tell your father dinner will be ready in about an hour."

She decided not to wash her pussy. She wanted to feel Jake's seed in her as long as she could.

In the 12 years since, Jake was the teacher, sharing with his mother all the things he learned first with high school and later college classmates. Once he was married, his wife June brought her talents to the marriage. She was a very oral person, teaching her husband about the mysteries and joys of oral sex. Like the dutiful son he was, he taught his mother all his wife taught him.

Jake unbuckled his pants and let them drop to his ankles. The front of his boxers was wet with precum. His cock stood out rigidly through the opening. He placed his hand in his mother's back and pushed her down on the sink.

"You weren't worried about being seen my last visit."

Her love hole dripped with her need as her son continued playing with her breast while running the head of his cock up and down between the cheeks of her ass, smearing his precum over her starfish and pussy.

"Boy, you're terrible! You got your old mother doing things she never even thought of."

Allie hissed as her son's cock slipped easily into her hole. Years of lovemaking taught him this was the way she liked to start. Enter her slowly and let her feel his cock gradually filling her. Then wait, let her sheath pulse, and caress his cock.

Allie loved this moment. Her son's cock was in her. She flexed her Kegel muscles, caressing it. She loved him thrusting in her, but she loved even more the feel of his cock filling her.

"If that old white drummer who caught us out behind the store in town knew we was mother and son, he could have called the police," She hissed as she felt her son's cock stretching her pussy, making it flow with her arousal.

She tried to imagine what she looked like fucking her son behind the feed store while sucking the White guy's cock. Like most of the things she did with Jake, it was a new experience. Together they experimented.

Jake leaned forward. He wrapped one arm around her waist. With the other he stroked her tit from base to nipple. "Jesus! Mom I've missed your pussy. I wake up at night thinking about fucking you. As for that old traveling salesman, after getting one of your patented blowjobs, he wouldn't tell no body nothing." Jake began slowly stroking in and out of his mother's pussy. He was constantly amazed at how wet her 51-year-old pussy got.

Together they found they shared a penchant for high risk sex. Their exhibitionism led them to have sex in the church basement while the choir sang one Sunday. They fucked in the Men's room of the Greyhound bus station in Capital City when Allie came up to help his wife with their first c***d. Finding places for high risk sex was one of the games mother and son played.

"Fuck me faster, baby. I want to feel that magnificent cock sliding in my hole."

The wet squelching of their lovemaking filled the kitchen. With a rhythm born of 12 years of fucking. they moved together like the practiced lovers they were.

"Say you like my dick, momma. Tell me how much you love us fucking."

"Baby you know I love your dick! I love everything you do to me. Ever since that first time in the barn when you were 18, my pussy has been yours. I'm just sorry I can't have another baby for you. "

Jake stood and gripped his mother's hips. As he drove hard and deep into her spasming love hole, he pulled her hips back, slamming her meaty ass into his crotch. The slap of flesh on flesh resounded through the kitchen. Through the window over the sink, they could see Allen working with his helpers in the fields.

Jake gritted his teeth as the intensity of their lovemaking increased. He could feel Allie's pussy contract hard. He struggled to stay in her as her pussy contracted, trying to push him out.

"FUCK! FUCK SON! You make your momma cum."

Jake smiled and pulled completely out of his mother's pussy.

"Wha...What're you doing, boy?" The kitchen was a blurry as she tried to focus. Her body quaked with her need.

He grasped her shoulders and turned her around. He pushed the dress, wrinkled, and wet with perspiration off her shoulders. It fell to the floor in a heap.

"On your back on the kitchen table, momma."

"What the hell done got in you," Allison laughed as she turned and lay on her back on the table. Her head was by the chair where her husband sat not five minutes ago. She watched her son step between her legs, pick her legs up and lay them on his shoulders. He grasped the shaft of his tool and stepped forward.

"Here," she said, reaching for his cock, "Let me put it in."

Jake stepped forward. He and his mother watched as she guided his cock into her creaming hole. "I think this is the position we used when we made our son 8 years ago."

"Boy, you cain't tell that. Besides back then we was going at every day, sometimes two and three times a day. Ain't no telling what position we used when we made little Caleb."

Allison raised up on her elbows so she could watch her son's cock slide in and out of her pussy. She and Jake fucked many ways in many positions. However, she liked this one best. She loved seeing her pussy lips wrapped around his cock. She loved watching them flare out when he pulled back and pull in when he thrust into her.

They were long time lovers, very comfortable with each other. Their eyes moved from the eroticism of their illicit lovemaking to the intensity of the looks on their faces. They were good with each other and they knew it.

"Cum in me, baby! Please! I need to feel you filling me up."

Jake looked at his mother and smiled mischievously. "You're rushing me because you got housework to do."

"Am not," Allie laughed as she pumped up to meet her son's thrust into her cunt. "But you can't keep me naked in my kitchen, on my kitchen table in broad open daylight for too long. Somebody might come by. What would they say?"

Jake felt his mother's pussy milking his cock. She had developed excellent control of her vaginal muscles. Despite himself he knew she was making him cum.

"Shit, momma! You make me cum."

Allison looked into her son's grimacing face as he fought not to cum. As she felt the first hot spurts splash in her, she gave herself up to a long soul shaking orgasm. Mother and son howled obscenities at each other as they came.

Jake fell forward on his mother. They both were sweating profusely. Allie tightened her legs around him and stroked his back.

"Caleb out of school next week?"

"Yes momma. I will bring him home for the summer next time."

He levered himself up and stepped back. They watched his cock slide of her swollen cunt lips followed by a stream of their juices. Allie reached up and pushed her son in the belly. "Get me a towel before I make a mess on the kitchen floor."

Smiling, Jake started to squat between his mother's thighs. "I know a better way to clean you up."

She halfheartedly tried to push him away. She did have chores to do. However, she was addicted to oral sex. She craved the intimacy of her son's mouth on her hole.

He was 19 and she was 37 the first time he or anyone else licked her pussy. She recalled her fear at first. It seemed unclean.

Allie and Jake were naked by the pond just off the dirt road leading to town. A large oak tree shielded them from the blistering summer sun. Allie was on her hands and knees, her large tits swinging as her son fucked her doggie style.

This position was a first for her. She loved the depth of her son's penetration. She mewled as Jake's cock penetrated her to depths she never experienced.

A girl Jake was seeing liked doggie so much it was almost all they did. Jake could not wait to share that and one other thing with his mother.

"Oh Jesus, baby! Your momma is cumming again! OH FUCK! FUCK!!" Her vision blurred. The intensity of her orgasm was such that sometimes she briefly passed out. This time was no different. She collapsed to her belly, her body quivering as though she were having a seizure.

Jake followed her down, balancing himself on his arms and toes. As though he were doing push ups, he continued ravaging his semiconscious mother's cunt. Beneath him she mumbled incoherently.

"Oh my god, momma! I just can't get enough of you!"

He felt that telltale tingle deep in his balls. He began the short hard strokes that presaged his orgasm. His mother's bubble butt bounced and recoiled each time he slammed into her spasming pussy.

Allie slowly came out of her sex induced stupor. She tried to raise to all fours so she could thrust back against her son's violent thrusting. She could not. She was too weak and his nut was too close. She felt him swell in her. Then she felt the familiar welcome torrent of sperm filling her. The pond blurred again. She heard her son's orgasmic howls as pounded her like a trip hammer.

Jake collapsed on top of Allie. Sweat ran off their naked bodies further wetting the grass beneath them. His breathing was harsh and gasping. He lay atop her for several moments catching his breath. Then he rolled off Allie on to his back.

"What do you think, momma?"

Allie turned on her side facing her son and rose to one elbow. She took his semi rigid cock in her hand. She idly stroked it as she watched the fish leaping in the water. They were lovers for nearly a year. Almost impossibly, It seemed to get better each time.

"I like it, son. You get much deeper that way. The only thing is I can't see your face. I like to look into your eyes when we're going at it. I love the way you look, especially that almost surprised look you get just before you cum."

"You should see your face," Jake laughed. "It gets all screwed up and your mouth gapes open. Kind of like that Joker feller in the comics."

Allie sat up. Her bare breasts drooped to the side. She slapped Jake playfully in the chest. "Are you telling me I look like a clown?"

He brought his hands up defensively. "No ma'am! Just you look so...so...! There was a word I learned in one of the stories we read in school last Fall. It's 'wanton'. It means a very sexual woman."

Jake sat up. He and his mother kissed. He pushed her down on her back.

"Baby, we ain't got time! I got to clean them fish we caught so your father can have them for supper."

Jake kissed each of his mother's nipples. He slid down and kissed her belly. He tongued her navel drawing a squeal of delight from her. When he slid down to her pussy, she grabbed his head, holding it tight.

"No, Jake! I'm all sweaty and full of your jizz."

"Just relax momma! I want to show you something."

"No Jake! I heard about this. It ain't natural and it ain't clean!"

"Trust me, momma! If you don't like it, we'll never do it again!"

Allie tightly gripped her son's head, preventing him from going any further. She was conflicted. Over the past year she did things with her son, she never thought about before. Their clandestine love affair wakened a sexuality she never knew was in her.

"Jake, I'm scared!"

Jake raised up on his arms, his head just above his mother's belly.

"Trust me, momma!"

Allie watched as her son's head disappeared between her thighs. His warm breath on her sensitive pussy caused her to shiver. She jumped when his lips gently touched her pussy lips. It felt odd to have a mouth on her sex.

She was going to push him away when his tongue pushed between her cunt lips. Sensations shot through her body. Her hips shot up, pressing her pussy into her son's face.

As his tongue slid up and down her vaginal lips, her breath came in short gasps. His licking turned into a tongue lashing of her molten hole. When he took her clit in his mouth and stuck his finger in her hole, she let out a scream that caused the birds to take to the air.

When she finally came down from the most intense orgasm of her life, Jake was leaning on one elbow looking down at her. She realized that she must have passed out. Again!

"Do it again, son," she breathed hoarsely.

Now she dreamed of him licking her. It was shortly after that they 69ed for the first time. She lost herself in the feel of his hard but pliant tool in her mouth while his head was buried between her thighs. She damn near drowned him when she came. Her eyes flicked to the open door. She looked across the yard to the barn. It happened right there.

Jake stepped back and pulled his naked mother to a sitting position on the kitchen table. When he stooped to pick her dress up from the floor, he quickly kissed her pussy.

"No, baby! We can't." Sometimes she had to be the mother, making her son behave.

"Okay! Okay! I need to get going anyway," Jake said as he pulled his pants up.

Allison pulled her dress on. It hung unbutton as Jake grasped her behind with both hands. He squeezed it hard.

"Do you think that drummer will be at the feed store next time I'm here?"

Allie feigned outrage. She pushed him away and playfully slapped his chest.

"Get out of here you!"