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Helen was putting away folded laundry when she made the first of several startling discoveries that would change her life.

She had had an unusually busy week, so the laundry had gotten backed up quite a bit, and she had an extra big stack of her son's underwear. As she was trying to make room in his drawer for the clean, underpants, she came across something she was not supposed to find buried in the bottom of the drawer.

It was a pair of women's knickers that had been wadded up and stuffed in the drawer. Helen was so surprised to find them that it took her a few seconds to absorb some critical information about them.

For one, they weren't just any knickers, but a pair of black sheer knickers. And another thing, they weren't just any woman's knickers, they were hers, a pair that had gone missing several months ago. And finally, she noticed that the knickers were stiff and crusty, completely covered with what she knew was dried semen.

Helen felt her knees go weak and she had to grab the dresser for support as the impact of her discovery hit home. It meant that her f******nn year old son, her shy, sweet, sensitive baby boy, was masturbating, and using her underwear.

Suddenly, from nowhere, she felt herself getting wet between her legs at the mental image of Mark stroking himself and shooting his young seed on her knickers. The very thought shocked her, and she buried her face in a hand as she struggled to compose herself. For Mark was also a handsome young boy, as some of her friends had often noted. Indeed, it was a fact that she had noticed as well. But this was different. Now she had proof that her f******n year old son had a deep carnal nature that was struggling to come into the open.

It all added up to one thing, Helen thought. It could only mean that Mark was just like her: shy and sweet on the outside, but hot and horny on the inside.

Unsure of what to do, she quickly replaced the knickers in the drawer, and with trembling hands shut it and walked swiftly out of her son's bedroom. I must be going crazy, she thought. I can't be thinking about ... that. She sat at the kitchen table in their small cottage, poured herself a cup of coffee and sat to think.

As she did, her mind wandered back to how she and Mark had arrived at this juncture.

Helen had grown up the only daughter. Her father was a claims adjuster for a big insurance company in Chester and her mother was a housewife. Being responsible for a fairly large territory, her father had spent much of his time on the road, giving him ample opportunity to sample the wares of women in a number of towns. Her dad had a highly sexual nature and an easy, garrulous way with people. Her mother, on the other hand, was quiet and somewhat frigid. As long as he kept his affairs in other towns, she tolerated her father's running around, but when he took up with a barmaid in their small village, her mother left her father and took Helen with her to another town, where she got a job as a secretary. Helen had been 13 when this happened, and it had been fairly traumatic.

It became quickly apparent that Helen inherited the most dominant features from each of her parents. Form her mother, she inherited her size, a high intellegence, strong survival instincts and a quiet, introspective personality. From her father, she inherited her looks and a bottomless sexual hunger. It was a difficult combination to have. She was in good shape, a nice firm arse and 38D breasts. She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous. She had brunette hair, fair skin and dazzling brown eyes.

It didn't take the boys at her new high school long to notice the pretty brunette, but for a long time, she held them off, hiding behind her shy nature. Eventually, she loosened up, and gave up her virginity early at fifteen years old. For the next year or so, she dated pretty regularly, and most of her boyfriends got what they wanted from her. She had always had an active imagination, and once she got started, she was game for most anything when it came to sex.

Because her mother was a staunch Catholic, the idea of Helen using contraceptives was out of the question. For awhile, Helen was able to play Catholic Roulette, timing her cycle so that she avoided sex when she was fertile. Or rather, she avoided letting her boyfriends in her pussy at those times. She quickly learned how to a good blow job.

But when she started going with Owen Evans during her senior year at school, that changed. Owen was considered quite a catch. His father was on the town council, and was rumored to have higher political aspirations, and his mother came from one of the town's wealthiest families.

Owen hadn't wanted to play Catholic Roulette when Helen was fertile, and he paid the price, for a couple of weeks before leaving school, Helen became pregnant. The Evans's wanted Helen to quietly have an abortion, but neither she nor her mother would hear of it. Moreover, Helen's angry mother insisted that Owen marry her daughter, or else she would create a tremendous scandal. Her mum may have been quiet, but there were depths to her that no one in that town had seen up to that point.

Nevertheless, it was a doomed marriage. Helen resented that her college dreams had been shattered, and Owen's parents made no attempt to hide their disdain for her, considering her a low-life tramp from the other side of town who had trapped their precious son into marriage. And that disdain extended to her son as well. Helen's mother and her father gave him all the love they could, but the Evans's were indifferent to the young boy.

After Mark came along, Helen went to work at Woolworths while Owen finished his banking degree. Even then, she suspected he was cheating on her, but could never prove it. After he graduated from college and started with a local bank, Helen found a job as a secretary for a local lawyer.

For five years, she stayed married to Owen, and the whole time, she knew he was cheating, but he was too clever to be caught. Yet when she finally succumbed to the persistent advances of her boss, it took less than a month for Owen to find out. Helen always suspected that it was a set-up, but she found it impossible to fight the money and influence that the Evans's had aligned against her.

Defeated, Helen made a deal with her husband. She would waive any claims in return for full custody of Mark and minimal c***d support. Owen had never wanted the c***dren to begin with, and had done his best to make the boy's life miserable. He had never physically abused his son, or her, but his verbal abuse had been a constant drain on their self-esteem.

As it happened, c***d support was grudging at best, and after six years of constantly fighting about it, Helen simply gave up the battle. By that time, she had moved to a large town. She had found work as a secretary for a medium-sized building firm, a job she had been recommended for by her former employer, who was perhaps feeling guilty about his role in her downfall. She had bought a small cottage in a quiet village, and had settled down with her young son.

Feeling betrayed by her body, which had finally yielded to her instincts, Helen initially swore off sex, but after a year or so, she found she missed it, badly, Sometimes. She had a few dates, but refused to get involved in anything serious. And when she went a fairly long period without sex, she sometimes went out looking for it. That ended abruptly, though, when Mark was about 11, when she brought home a bloke she'd met at a local pub. They were into it hot and heavy on the sofa when Mark stumbled out of his bedroom to get a glass of water from the kitchen. Helen would never forget the hurt look on her son's face when he saw what was going on.

After that, Helen swore off alcohol and sex, and dedicated herself to her young son. He was a quiet boy whose only passion was long-distance running. That was a pursuit that Helen encouraged, to the point where they took their runs together. As Mark matured into a teenager, they became a familiar sight in their village almost every morning, running around the lanes.

Mark went to a local high school. He was 14 now, and was working at a bookstore in a nearby town on Saturdays. He was growing to be a slender young man, with looks that favored Helen's mother, complete with her curly hair. However, he had inherited Helen's eyes, deep soulful brown eyes that hinted at unfathomable depths. He had had a few girlfriends, but none that were serious, and Helen thought that her son was still a virgin.

As she sat at the table contemplating what she had found, that thought gave her a strange thrill, and she had to shake her head vigorously to rid it of the haunting, delicious images that were swirling around in there. She had gone over three years without sex, at least sex with another person, and maybe it was starting to get to her. Although she was now celibate, she still had the same deep sexual nature she'd always had, and she made liberal use of her imagination, and the few toys she'd managed to acquire to help her when she masturbated.

Mark sensed something different about his mum when he came home his Saturday job that night. She seemed distracted, and seemed to look away whenever he spoke. This puzzled him, because usually his mother liked to hang on his every word. When she had made the commitment to do everything she could for her son, that had included paying rapt attention to what he was saying. They often had deep conversations about wild topics, ranging from football to politics. So for Helen to lose focus on Mark was disconcerting to say the least.

However, he shrugged it off, and went out with a friend. Helen watched TV for while then went to bed early.

The next day was a Sunday, and they slept in, as they did most Sundays. It promised to be a hot day, and Helen wasn't enthusiastic about getting outside. Mark had a football match that afternoon, and after he left, Helen decided to play poker on her computer.

Helen played for awhile, but something kept nagging at the back of her mind, so finally she closed her game and decided to rummage around on the computer to see what she could find.

As a mother of a f******n year old son, Helen had always kept a close watch on what Mark did on the computer, but she'd slacked off the last few months, figuring that he was old enough to use the computer without her keeping an eye on him. But for some reason, today, she felt an urge to catch up with what her son was up to on line. What she found astounded her.

Looking at the History file, she was startled to see that Mark had apparently been poking around in a website that featured erotic fiction. This by itself wasn't necessarily something bad. She had used that very site herself at times. But what took her breath away was the nature of the stories Mark had downloaded. In all, there were over a dozen stories in the file, and every single one featured i****t between mothers and sons.

Helen trembled from top to bottom as she started looking at some of the stories, and she felt herself flush. Most of the stories were well-written, and all of them were extremely graphic. She could feel the moisture building between her legs as she read each story, and the more she read, the wetter she got. She tried several times to shake herself out of the near-trancelike state she'd fallen into, but she could not pull herself away from the stories. Several times she caught herself rubbing her crotch through her shorts, and one time even clutched her breasts and rolled her stiffening nipples, before she realized what she was doing.

God help me, she thought, as she read. This was so wrong! But there was no denying it any more. She was getting turned on by the erotic fantasy of mothers making love with their sons, and in particular, the idea of making love with her own f******n year old son. She was almost in tears as the implications began to settle in her psyche. But there was more in store.

After finishing reading every story that had been downloaded, Helen fearfully began to search for some other evidence that Mark was fantasizing about her. I didn't take long for her to find it.

She uncovered a folder simply titled "M's stuff," and when she tried to open it, she found it was password protected. Her suspicions aroused, she started trying a number of different passwords in an effort to get in and see what Mark was up to. Her hands shook as she typed each failed password. She tried obvious words like Mark, sex, i****t, before thinking of word combinations. She tried mumlove, lovemum, Ilovemum, then typed in MarkLovesMum and suddenly the folder opened. Helen's eys shot out as she realized that she had stumbled upon the deepest, darkest recesses of her son's fertile mind.

There were photos of every sort. Some were seemingly innocent pictures of her that Mark had scanned in, but also some where he had superimposed her face onto a picture of a naked woman that was built somewhat like her. There were also pictures of women, all of whom resembled her, having all kinds of sex. Besides photos, there were more stories, lots more stories, from several websites, and poetry, all featuring sex between mothers and sons.

Helen read through a few of them, and she felt her arousal spike with each lurid fantasy that she read. After closing one story, she came across a poem Mark had written, and it basically described the thoughts he had when they went running together, how he liked to watch her hips move and her silky smooth legs churn. That was bad enough, she thought, as it confirmed that Mark did indeed have a specific attraction to her.

But then she came to a story that Mark had obviously written, and her heart almost stopped.

It was titled, "What I Want," and it described in exquisite detail exactly what Mark wanted to do to her. It was nasty, but also romantic. Simply put, Mark wanted to fuck her, slowly and sensually. He described the touch of her breasts, the smell of her hair, the curve of her arse. As she read it, Helen let out an audible groan and slid her fingers down the front of her shorts, into her knickers, where she found her wet pussy and throbbing clit.

And as she read, Helen formed a picture of Mark, her own son, her baby boy naked, and with her equally naked on her bed having sex. Her heart raced as the forbidden, i****tuous fantasy built, while her middle finger rolled her hard clit around and around.

Suddenly, she looked at the clock on the screen and realized that Mark would be home any time now. Frantically, she closed the folder and shut the computer down. She strode briskly to her own bedroom, and closed the door. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, unhooked and discarded her bra, then slid her shorts down her legs, with her knickers coming off with them. She stood naked in front of the mirror as a shaft of afternoon sunlight shone through the window. Yes, she told herself, she was still the same sexy creature she'd been all those years ago when she was a horny teenager, and still sexy enough to turn on a handsome, virile young teenage boy, never mind that the boy was her own son.

She ran her hands down her sides, and up her chest, cupping her 38D breasts and squeezing her nipples. As she continued to caress a breast, with her right hand, her left hand snaked down her stomach, down her abdomen and between her legs. She slid the flat of three fingers through the thick dark curls of her pubic bush, over her throbbing mound, wormed a finger around her opening then back up to her clit.

Helen could feel the moist heat building in her crotch as she rolled her clit. She moved her other hand down between her legs and thrust two fingers as far as they could go in her wet pussy. She stared at herself in the mirror, at her lust lidded eyes and the hands that were caressing her sex, imagining that they were Mark's hands working on her.

She needed more, so she squatted down, not missing a beat as she finger fucked herself.

She opened her bottom bedside drawer and reached under the sweatshirts to where she kept her toys. She felt around until she found one that she felt was pretty close to what she imagined mark's hard young cock would look like.

She pulled it out and stared at it for several seconds, then ran her tongue over the rubber dong. She got it good and wet with her saliva sliding it into her mouth and sucked it like a cock. She slid it in as far as she could, inhaling nearly two-thirds of its length, feeling the head hit the back of her throat. God, she missed having a cock do that, as the erotic feelings welled up inside her. Unlike some women, she had always loved sucking a hard cock, especially when she could get one all the way in. She liked the taste and texture of a man's erection. Sucking a rubber dong approximated the texture of a real cock, but the taste, of course, was nowhere near the same.

When Helen felt like she'd given herself enough of a mental image of sucking Mark's cock, she pulled the dildo out of her mouth, moved it between her legs and pushed it right up her wet cunt. She humped up and down on the fake cock slowly, sinuously, her eyes closed imagining it was Mark's hard young cock that she was riding. A long, loud groan escaped her lips as she slowly fucked herself nearly to oblivion.

A noise caught the attention of Mark, who was in his bedroom changing into some comfortable clothes after coming home from school. Helen had been so into her sex play that she hadn't heard him come home, and at that point, she probably wouldn't have cared if she had. Mark perked up when he heard what was going on in the next bedroom. He had discovered that the thin walls between the two bedrooms made it easy for him to hear whatever was happening next door. If he sat with his ear to the wall, it was almost like he was in the same room with his mum, and he had spent many a night on his stool, stroking his young cock while listening his mother masturbate. He knew she had a high sex drive and that she had sworn off other men for him. It was one of the many things he loved about his mother.

Usually, though, Helen masturbated at night, before she went to sleep, so it was highly unusual a real treat for her to be fucking herself now when it was late afternoon. Mark could feel his young cock swell as he listened to the gasps and moans his mother made as she masturbated herself. He slid his underpants off and stood naked by his bedroom, stroking his stiff young cock. Continuing to wank himself, he went to his drawer, reached in and pulled out his trusty pair of knickers. He got a tremendous thrill out of using his mum's knickers for this purpose, not to mention the feeling of the satiny cloth on his cock. Mark began working his hand up and down his hard shaft.

Helen's calves had started to ache from being in the squatting position for so long, so she stood up, keeping the dildo firmly embedded in her hairy pussy, and lay back on the bed. Now she began to fuck herself in earnest as her climax began to quicken.

"Oh Mark, my baby," she moaned. "Mmmmmmmmm. Fuck me with your beautiful hard young cock. I want to feel you fill me. Ummm, ahhhh, yeeaaaahh!"

Mark's fist was moving briskly, but not too fast, over his hard cock as he listened to his mother's sexy talking. God, I wish that was my cock fucking that pussy, he thought. He looked down at his cock and he knew he could please her with it. It wasn't very big, but big enough, maybe 6 or 6 1/2 inches, and thick. He believed that it was the perfect size and shape for his mother, and he ached to feel it enter her forbidden depths.

Helen's pussy lips were just prominent enough to stick out from her hairy mound, offering something like a gate to her pleasure core. And when she had something between them, they gripped almost like a fist,which had left all of her old boyfriends weak in the knees when they fucked her. And now she was brazenly imagining that it was her own f******n year old son who was getting that treatment, and the wickedness of the thought spurred her arousal higher and higher. As she approached her orgasm, the dildo was churning faster and faster in her wet cunt, making obscene squishing noises as she fucked herself with abandon. A series of high-pitched cries burst from her mouth, the pitch getting higher and higher the closer she came to her climax.

Suddenly, she gave an ear-splitting shreak and caught her breath. For a split second she hung on the precipice, then, with a thudding groan, her body went into convulsions as a massive orgasm swept her body from head to toe. For long, agonizing seconds, she came hard on the rubber dong, and she felt the juices of her orgasm pour out over her hand.

As Mark heard the telltale sound of his mother's orgasm, he stroked himself harder and harder, feeling the tingle in his balls that signalled his own orgasm had reached the point of no return. With a soft gasp, he stroked hard a final time then watched in awe as his young teenage cock spewed out several long arcs of cum onto the towel in front of him. The first shot flew nearly three feet in the air and next several shots went almost as far, until the bursts subsided and the rest of his cum flowed out over his fist. His body shook as he squeezed out the final few drops of semen, then he shook his cock a couple of times and stood on shaky legs to finish cleaning up.

Helen lay back stunned on her bed as the afterglow of her orgasm shone over her sweaty body. It had been a long time since she cum that intensely, and she knew it was from the idea of fucking her own son. Suddenly, she started as she heard movement in Mark's bedroom and realized that he was home, and had probably been home for awhile.
What had he heard? Then a slow, almost evil smile played across her face as she realized that she didn't care if he'd heard her or not. For sometime during her frantic self fuck session, she'd made up her mind. She was going to do it. She was going to let her own f******n year old son fuck her, to hell with the taboo. She needed a man, and he needed a woman. He wanted her that way and he loved her, and she knew now that she loved him and wanted him the same way.

Mark threw on a pair of running shorts and a top and headed for the kitchen to get something to eat, nearly bumping into his mother as she emerged from her bedroom. He couldn't help but notice that she was still a little flushed, that her hair was tousled and that she smelled of sex. And he certainly noticed that his mother hadn't bothered to put on a bra, from the way her hard nipples were poking through the material of her t-shirt.

Helen knew that men liked to see women in t-shirts without a bra, and she figured Mark was no different. Helen's firm 38D breasts sat up high and proud in her chest with only a minimum of sag.

Not finding much in the fridge, they decided to have take away delivered, and they sat at the table discussing various subjects. But Helen avoided any mention of what she had found earlier on Mark's computer. She still had some emotional reservations about that, and didn't want to tip her hand just yet.

As they worked together in the small kitchen cleaning up after eating, Mark found himself, for at least the thousandth time, sorely tempted to simply take his mum in arms and make his feelings known, but being so young he resisted the urge.

After getting her lunch ready for the next day, Helen kissed mark on the cheek, the way she always did, and was in bed by 9:30. But it took her awhile to fall asleep. She was strangely excited, as if she was about to embark on an adventure. She still had doubts in her mind about it, but the prospect of doing something so forbidden and taboo, not to mention the chance that she was going to get fucked after so long thrilled her. Finally, she reached down to her hairy pussy and briskly masturbated to a quick climax and fell asleep thinking positively wicked thoughts.

Mark waited until he was sure hi mum was retired before slipping into the spare bedroom they used as the office, so to speak. He sat down at the computer, booted up and fished around some before calling up his special folder. It didn't take him long to figure out that someone else had been in his folder. With mounting horror, he called up the log that recorded when each file had been opened and closed, and when he did, he groaned.

"Oh shit," he said aloud. "I'm fucked."

There was only one person who could have been on their computer and looked at his folder, and that was his mum. Mark quickly ascertained that his mum had looked at just about all of the stories he'd had filed away, including what he called his manifesto, where he detailed exactly what he wanted to do to her. It was obvious that his mother had found his folder, figured out a way in and had seen everything he'd put in there, the pictures, the stories, the poems.

Then it dawned on him that if his mum had been shocked or upset by what she'd discovered, she'd have confronted him. She'd have been angry.

No, he thought, as a smile slowly played across his face, she'd done what? She'd gone to bed in the middle of the afternoon and masturbated herself silly, climaxing in the loudest, most explosive orgasm he could remember her having. She had come out without cleaning up and dressed in a tight t-shirt with no bra, her taut nipples straining the cloth of her shirt.. She'd been her old self, loving, friendly, talkative, not like she'd been the day before and earlier that morning.

Was it possible that, far from being shocked and angry, that his mum had been turned on by what she'd found?. Mark's cock began to swell in his shorts as he realized for the first time that his most cherished fantasy might come true.

Then he forced himself to face reality. Fantasy it might be, but in the real world, mothers didn't let their sons have sex them. Still, he resolved to stay off the computer and keep his hands off his dick in case something did happen in the near future. He would bide his time, watch his mum carefully and see where things went.

Nothing was said by either Helen or Mark through the next few days, but they both felt a charge in the air. Early on Monday morning, when they took their daily run, Helen watched Mark out of the corner of her eyes, and, sure enough, his gaze did seem to linger on her arse as she ran. And occasionally, she'd lag back a little and admire the way her son's arse moved as he ran.

Helen also took a practical step early in the week when she contacted her gynocologist about birth control pills. She wanted to take no chances that she'd come up pregnant by her son. Then on Wednesday, as they had dinner, Helen looked across the table at Mark and asked if he had any plans for Saturday night.

"No mum, I nothing planned," he replied. "I finish at the shop at 5 and nothing on Sunday. Why?"

"I just thought we might go out to dinner," Helen said. "I mean really get dressed up and have kind of a nice evening. I havn't had a date in so long I've forgotten what it's like."

Helen kept a straight face, when his mum suggessted they go to one of the finest pub restaurants in a nearby village, a four-star establishment reknowned for its cozy, intimate atmosphere. Inside, though, his stomach was doing cartwheels. He couldn't believe that he was going on a date with his own mum.

Helen, too, was excited. She'd devoted as much time as she could to her son. Other men, especially her ex-husband, had disappointed her, used her for their own purposes, then discarded her. Well here was one young man who wouldn't let her down, who was as devoted to her as she was devoted to him. Mark would treat her right, treat her like the lady.

Helen took a half-day off work on Friday to do some shopping. She wanted to dress to impress. She had always been frugal with her money, So she had the means to splurge for this special event. When Saturday rolled around, she could hardly contain her excitement. She started geting ready in the mid-afternoon, starting with a long, leisurely bath. She used an entire small bottle of bath oil to make sure her skin was baby-smooth and lightly scented. She washed and conditioned her dark brunette hair, carefully shaved her legs, under her arms, then just lightly trimmed her thick, dark bush. On impulse, she decided to shave her pussy lips. She was feeling sexy by the time she finished, and had to finger herself to a quick orgasm to take the edge off her arousal. It helped, but she was still trembling with desire when she emerged from the tub.

She heard Mark come in about 5 and heard the shower in the other bathroom going as he started getting ready. For just a moment, she was tempted to just climb in there with him and get started right then, but she held herself back. She knew the waiting, the anticipation, would make it that much more special.

Once her hair was dry, Helen brushed it until it shone like polished obsidian, then carefully appplied her makeup. Most of the time, she went without wearing much makeup. At work, she tended to dress down, not wanting to attract attention to herself. But tonight, she laid it on, finishing with bright red lipstick. She also painted her toenails and fingernails, which she kept fairly long anyway, both in the same shade as her lipstick.

Then Helen moved to the bedroom and began to dress. She had bought a brand new black suspender belt, sheer barley black stockings and a pair of black sheer knickers. When she had those on she pulled out the new dress she'd bought. It was a black two-piece ensemble of a satiny material, a snug skirt that stopped 2-3 inches above her knees and a somewhat looser top, with thin straps. Her best pair of high-heels an matching jewelry, earrings, necklace and bracelet completed her preparations. As she gazed at the mirror, turning this way and that, she felt a chill run up and down her spine. It wasn't often she openly admired herself, being much too shy and modest for that. But she had to admit, that she looked pretty hot, and she had a feeling that the man she wanted to impress tonight would be genuinely appreciative.

That proved to be an understatement. Mark's jaw dropped and his eyes were like springs as he got his first look at his mother in her finery.

"God, Mum, you look amazzing!" he whispered.

Helen just smiled airily as she passed her goggle-eyed teenage son. She turned around to face him then bent over to retrieve her purse, which sat in the chair. In that position, Mark could see down the front of his mother's top, and got a quick glimpse of her tits, unfettered as they were. Helen stood up and smiled sweetly at her son, the said, "let's go, handsome boy."

As they walked out to her car, Helen remarked on how nice Mark looked. He was wearing his best shirt, a pine color, with beige chinos, and loafers stylishly without socks. He had even put on aftershave, something he rarely did.

Dinner was excellent, and they talked of many things, including Mark's ambitions. He was looking to attend collage after finishing school and study law. He had been brought up hearing chapter and verse on how Helen had been wronged by a legal system that was stacked against her. It was one of the few things she ever got bitter about, and Mark felt a desire to work as an advocate for those in less fortunate circumstances.

They were having dessert and coffee when Helen grew silent, as if pondering something. Then she looked up at Mark and gave her son a stare.

"Mark, I want to know something, and please be honest with me," she said.

"Sure, Mum," Mark answered, anticipating what he sensed was coming.

Mark, I found your folder on the computer!.

"How long have you wanted to fuck me?" Helen said.

Mark just looked down at his lap, at a loss for words.

"Mark, look at me, please," Helen said, softly, but firmly, grabbing his hands in hers.
"How long have you been fantasizing about me?"

Mark's eyes were moist with emotion as he looked at his mother.

"Mum, I can't remember ever not wanting you," he said in almost a whisper. "I'm sorry mum. You're the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world. You sacrificed your everything to be a mother and a father to me. You're everything to me mum."

There. It was out. He'd said what he'd wanted to say to his mother, and he wasn't going to say any more. She knew how he felt.

Helen took his hands and brought them up to her lips and kissed them lightly. Her eyes were alive and her mouth was creased in a smile.

"You are beautiful boy," she whispered. "My beautiful young man."

She gazed at him for a second then asked the question she'd been wanted to ask.

"Can I ask you a personal question darling?" she said. Then, without waiting for an answer she asked it. "Have you ever had sex before?"

Mark just shook his head. Now that eveything was on the table, he felt shy. How could he have ever thought that he could please this mature woman, this woman of the world? He'd seen the looks his mother had gotten from every man in the restaurant, indeed from every man they'd encountered that night. He'd seen, as well, the smirking looks some of the gave him, as if to say, "you can't handle her boy. Let a man do the job."

But in the next instant, it all changed. His mother again brought his hands up and kissed them, more intently this time.

"Darling, Let's go home," she whispered. Mark felt his young cock begin to grow in his trouser and a smile creased his face.

"Mum, I'll be your man," he said happily. "I'll always be your man."

Helen smiled seductively at her son, her soon-to-be lover. She quickly paid the bill, giving their waiter a tip, and left the restaurant. When they reaching their car, Helen pulled Mark to her and they kissed, deeply, lovingly, a kiss of passion full of lips and tongues. Reluctantly, they broke their embrace and got in. As they drove off.

Once they were settled in the car, Helen ran a hand up the inside of his thigh to the telltale bulge in his pants that spoke of his dire need.

"Ummm, this feels nice," she cooed. "Mind if he comes out to play for mummy?"

Helen didn't wait for Mark to answer. She had been sitting on simmer for so long, she couldn't stand it. If she could have, she'd have fucked Mark right then. Instead, she settled for unzipping his trousers, reaching into his pants and pulling out his throbbing young cock. She softly stroked it and watched in rapture as a ball of pre-cum oozed out from the tip. With her thumb, she lightly spread the natural lube around the head, then went back for more. The next ball of fluid that came out of Mark's hard young cock, she scooped up with the nail of her index finger and brought it to her lips. Her tongue flicked out and licked the nail clean of the fluid.

"Mmmmm, tasty," she said. "I think I'll have some more."

With that, Helen pulled over in the dark country lane and bent her head down into Mark's lap and engulfed the head of his cock with her lips. Slowly she slid his purple boner into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. Slowly, ever so slowly, so as not to make him cum too soon, she began to bob her head up and down, reveling in the feel and taste of his cock. It had been too long since she'd had a cock in her mouth, and she knew she'd never go that long without one again. Helen sucked leisurely on Mark's cock until he felt like he would cum if she continued.

"Mum, don't make me cum yet," he said through gritted teeth. "I want to fuck you, to waste it like that."

"Oh, it wouldn't be a waste darling," Helen said as she sat up, smacking her lips as she did. "Believe me, it wouldn't be a waste. And I am going to taste your cum before we're through. But you're right. I want you in my pussy, and I want it bad."

"How long has it been for you, Mum?" Mark asked, after she'd driven in silence for awhile.

"Too long darling," she replied. "Here, I'll show you how long it's been."

She took his right hand and guided it up her left leg, under her skirt, up to her crotch. Mark didn't need a map. His fingers found her soaking-wet knickers and slid them inside, to her soaking wet pussy. He'd read enough to know how to use his fingers on a woman. He quickly found his mother's clit and lightly rubbed it with his finger, then slid it down between her wet lips. Helen groaned as Mark slid his finger in as far as the second knuckle and began to wiggle it around slightly.

Helen could feel a monstrous orgasm building as Mark picked finger fucked her. All too soon, they found themselves in their driveway. As she parked the car and shut off the engine, they turned to each other again, and melded together, kissing furiously, necking like two teenagers.

Quickly, they pulled themselves together and climbed out of the car, headed for the front door. Helen's hands trembled as she tried to put the key in the door. It took two tries before she got it open. They closed the door, and in the darkness, with just the moon for light, they embraced again, pressing their bodies together in furious, forbidden lust.

Helen's eyes were dancing with an inner fire as she maneuvered Mark into the chair in their lounge. She pulled the curtains together while he turned on the lamp next to the chair. She turned and looked at her young son with a look of pure passion. Mark had slipped his shoes off and he sat back to watch as his mother slowly strutted over to stand in front of him. Staring into his eyes, she slowly, seductively, pulled her top over her head and tossed it aside, revealing her naked breasts to his gaze. She lightly rolled her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and felt her nipples stiffen in response. Reaching behind her, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked it to the side.

"Touch them Mark," Helen said softly as she bent over and began to unbutton Mark's shirt. Mark held her tits in each hand. He lightly squeezed the big mounds and rolled the nipples around, and Helen couldn't prevent a low moan from escaping her lips. She loved to have her nipples played with; it was like a straight line from her nipples to her crotch, and she could feel the juices flowing with each touch.

Helen finished unbuttoning Mark's shirt, pulled it off and added it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. She lightly raked her nails across his hairless chest, feeling his nipples jut out in much the same way hers were. Squatting down, she moved her hands to his belt, opened it, unhooked his trousers and pulled them off. Mark's rock hard young cock poked out through the hole in his underpants. Mark's underpants quickly joined the rest of the clothes on the floor, then Helen stood up and spent long seconds admiring her beautiful teenage son.

"You have a beautiful body darling," Helen whispered. "You should be proud."

And she meant it. He was not muscle bound, but he was trim and fit, with a light dusting of soft down hair on his groin, and a hard young cock that looked to be just about perfect. Helen was shaking with need as she slid her fingers into the sides of her knickers and slowly slid them down her legs, giving Mark his first look at the place from which he'd come 14 years earlier. He was mesmerized as Helen kicked her knickers off and to the side.

"You just sit back and let Mummy do the work," Helen said in a voice thick with lust.

She climbed onto the chair, straddling Mark's body at the waist. She bent down and kissed him with a consuming passion as she felt his urgent young cock slide between the crack of her arse. Rythmically, Helen rubbed his cock with her arse, thrilling as it jerked in response.

"It's time to fuck me, darling, " she breathed. "Come to Mummy."

Helen sat up, lifted her hips up from mark's waist and grabbed his hard young cock at the base. She rubbed the head of his cock several times between her lips, then slowly fit it into her moist hole. Almost as one, Helen slid her pussy down her son's hard young shaft as he pushed upward with his hips. A long, loud mutual groan burst from their lips at this first i****tuous union of mother and son. As long as he lived, Mark knew he would never forget this moment, the moment when all of his dreams became reality, when his cock first entered his mother's wet pussy.

They started slowly at first, becoming accustomed to the almost shocking feeling of their mating. As Mark had known all along, his cock was a perfect fit for his mother's pussy. He bottomed out just at the point when his mother's pubic bush meshed against his soft down. Helen noticed it too. Mark's hard cock was absolutely perfect. Any bigger and it would have been too much. It was just right, and she suddenly threw her head back and laughed as she began to work her pussy up and down on Mark's upthrusting young cock. Mark may have been a virgin up to that moment, but he knew instintively what to do, and he grabbed Helen's hips in an effort to control her pace.

"Ummmmm, darling, you're great," Helen exclaimed. "Fuck me like you always wanted to, baby boy. Let yourself go."

"Unnnnnhhhh, Ggggggod, it's too much mum," Mark said as he fought to maintain control. "Oh, Mum, it's everything I'd hoped it would be."

Helen closed her eyes and let the climactic feelings build and build through her body. She was sitting on the verge of one of the biggest orgasm's of her entire life, and she was more than ready. She moaned heavily and shook her head from side to side as she worked herself up and down on her son's wonderful hard cock. Faster and faster, she slid her juicy cunt back and forth, up and down, feeling the rush as Mark's cock began to twitch in the telltale sign of imminent explosion. She'd known they'd been holding back too much passion for this to be anything but a fast and furious fuck. They'd make love later.

This was just pure a****l passion from one person who had deprived herself of pleasure for too long and one horny young teenage boy.

Mark's eyes were squeezed shut as he held off as long as he could. He could tell from the wild sounds his mother was making that she was close, and he wanted to get there with her. His hips were like pistons as he drove his young cock harder and faster up his mother's gushing cunt.

Helen could feel it coming, coming, coming, and her high-pitched yips got louder and shriller as she hit the top of the mountain. And just as she did, she felt Mark's young cock balloon slightly, then explode in a geyser of hot cum. He spewed some dozen hard, rapid-fire bursts of jizz straight into her womb, and as she felt him cum, she convulsed in a full-body orgasm that dwarfed anything she could remember having in all the years of sex she'd had. She squealed and gasped as she came and came, and Mark gasped and grunted as he continued to squeeze out little mini-bursts of cum. For long minutes, mother and son held each other in a love grip as their sweaty bodies shook from the climax that washed over them.

They were still twitching when Helen finally opened her eyes and gazed down at Mark, who had the most blissful expression on his face. She gave a throaty laugh, and he joined her as they toasted the consummation of their love.

"Oh darling, you were sensational," Helen said as she bent down to kiss her baby boy, her beautiful baby boy who was now her lover. And what a lover! Mark had been everything she could have hoped he would be and more. They held each other tenderly, giving each other little kisses and licks as they basked in the afterglow of their first sexual encounter.

But Helen wanted more, much more, and judging from the way Mark's young cock was already beginning to stir again, she sensed that he wanted more, as well, and soon.

"C'mon, lover boy, let's go to bed," Helen whispered.

They stopped off in the kitchen for a glass of water, then headed to Helen's bedroom to continue their night.

Mark just stood in the doorway of his mother's bedroom watching, with the light from the bedside table the only illumination, as his mother sat on the bed and pulled off her heels, which she'd kept on throughout their frantic fucking in the front room. She lifted her legs and gazed over at mark as she unhooked her stockings and slowly rolled them off her legs.

Helen just laughed wantonly as she lay back on the bed, completely naked now. Mark walked over and lay down next to her and they molded their bodies together, kissing each other's lips and licking at each other's faces. This time Mark wanted to take his time. He wanted to consume this woman, mind, body and soul, the way he had always wanted. His hand slid between his mother's legs and he stroked her thick pubic bush, and felt her breath quicken in response.

Mark ran his tongue down his mother's neck, down to her tits, which sat up high and proud. He kissed, licked, sucked, even chewed a little on her stiff pink nipples, and Helen clutched the back of his head to hold him in place.

Gently, but firmly, Mark pulled his head away from his mother's breasts and licked his way down her stomach, to her abdomen. Abruptly, he got up on his knees between his mother's legs. Helen thought he was going to slip his cock into her again, but he surprised her by pulling her legs up by the backs of her knees and burying his face in her sodden hairy pussy.

Helen squealed at the sudden assault, and from the jolts of pleasure that Mark's mouth was administering. He slashed at her sloppy cunt with his tongue, sucking up as much of the tangy fluid as he could, and finishing with a flourish around her blood-engorged clit. Then he opened his mouth wide and vacuumed her entire opening, lips and all, into his mouth almost like he was sucking a small cock, then pursed his lips and sucked what was left of their commingled juice into his mouth and down his throat.

"You nasty boy," Helen panted delightedly. "Ohhhhh yeeeaaaaahh! Eat Mummy's pussy, darling."

This was something no other lover had ever done to her before, and it sent her arousal soaring into the stratosphere. The other men she'd had, especially her ex-husband, would have been grossed out by the idea of eating her pussy after they had cum in it. But it just seemed like the logical thing to do, Mark figured, and as far as he was concerned.

Helen's whole body was on fire as Mark ate her pussy with a vigor bordering on glee. She couldn't believe how original, how wildly inventive, her virgin son was proving to be as a lover.
But while Mark may have been a virgin as far as actual sexual experience was concerned, he was well-read, and he had studied the ways to please a woman, in the hopes that someday he might be allowed to do exactly what he was doing at that very moment. He ate his mother's pussy like a pro, spearing her hole with his tongue, lapping at her lips and sucking hard at her clit with his lips.

Helen could feel another big orgasm coming to a head, and she didn't bother to stop it, because she knew more were right around the corner. Her body jerked like she'd been shocked, her back arched and she cried out wildly in her passion. Mark just kept right on feasting on the copious flow of sex juice that gushed from his mother's cunt as she came.

Mark's young cock was rock hard, Helen pulled lightly on his hair, to give her sensitive cunt a few minutes to rest and to get him up where she could return the favor. Mark straddled his mum's chest and held his cock out for her to suck, and she didn't mess around. She lifted her head and slid the wet head of his cock between her lips and began to work about half his length back and forth in her hot mouth. Her tongue was playing brisk arpeggios around the shaft and under the crown as she sucked his young cock.

Mark let her suck on his cock, then he pulled it out of her mouth and slid down her body until he was once again on his knees between his mother's wide splayed legs. Helen had her left hand around his back and with her right hand she motioned silently for him to come on in. Mark gripped his cock at the base and slid the head past his mother's gates and pushed it home in one screaming thrust.

Cries and gasps of pleasure filled the bedroom as Mark quickly got up to ramming speed. He propped himself on his hands as he methodically drilled his young cock in his mother's wet cunt. Helen locked her legs around Mark's waist and rolled her hips around, up and down in an equally methodical motion as another orgasm quickly build up speed. Her brunette hair thashed on the pillow as she shook her head from side to side, speechless from the intensity of their union.

Without warning, her climax burst through her body like fireworks, and she emitted unintelligible sounds and beat her fists on her son's back as it washed over her. But Mark just kept fucking her in measured strokes, oblivious to her orgasmic convulsions. He was gaining confidence with every plunge of his iron rod in his mother's trembling pussy. He wrapped his arms around his mother's sweaty body, leaned down and locked his lips on hers. They kissed frantically, wantonly, then Mark pulled his lips away, but kept his face right up to his mother's.

"Oh God, yes, yes, yessssss!" Helen cried. "C'mon, baby, be a mother fucker, Be my mother fucker. Don't ever stop fucking me! I want you every way, always. You can have me, any time you want, just keep... on... fuuuucking ... meeee."

Even as Helen spit out her words, yet another orgasm exploded in her spasming cunt, and another one was right on the heels of it. Her mind was blown as she found herself in the land of multiple orgasms, a place she'd never been before. They just kept on exploding like a string of firecrackers that's been lit all at once.

Mark could feel the tingle in his balls that told him he was almost there. He couldn't believe the sensation of his mother's pussy as it gripped his cock with each climactic burst.. He pulled himself up on his knees, picked up his mother's ankles and bent her legs back as far as they could go, until her knees were pressed against her breasts, and let himself go. He fucked his mum with utter abandon, hammering her pussy harder and faster as he felt the tingle grow in his scrotum.

Mark gave a choking sound as he felt his balls suddenly contract, and then with a long groan, he emptied himself in the deepest reaches of his mother's twitching cunt. He scalded her womb with seemingly endless jets of white hot cum and he slumped onto the backs of his mum's thighs as he continued to spit out bolts of semen, long after the initial rush had passed.

Helen, too, saw stars as her climax reached a crescendo and her nails dug little arcs into her son's back as she thrashed on the bed underneath him. Finally, their mutual orgasm began to ebb, and Mark let go of his mother's legs and slid off to the side, utterly drained.

Mother and son wrapped themselves in each other's arms as a peaceful sleep began to descend on them.

Mark awoke from a pleasant dream lying on his side with a huge erection wedged between his mother's legs. Glancing over his mum's shoulder, he saw the time was just after 4am. and a bright shaft of moonlight shone through a gap in the curtain over the bedroom window and reflectied off her dark hair. He gazed in wonder at his mum's sleeping figure, listened to her soft, rhythmic breathing. He still had trouble believing that he was there, lying next to his mother after a night of passionate fucking.

The very thought sent a spark through his body, and like it had a mind of its own, the head of his young cock slid past the folds of her pussy. With a subtle flexing of his hips, he pushed his cock all the way in, emitting a soft groan as he entered. Helen's pussy was still wet and warm from the night before, and it readily accepted his throbbing-hard young member. Instinctively, her hips humped back in acknowledgment as Mark slowly began to fuck his mother in the spoon position.

At first, Helen thought she was dreaming, but as Mark's thrusts became a little more insistent, she emerged groggily from her slumber, and groaned softly at the delightful feeling of a cock her young man"s cock fucking her once again. Mark's left hand was wrapped around Helen's side and he squeezed her left tit as he slowly fucked his hard young cock back and forth in her soupy cunt. He buried his nose in his mother's hair and inhaled her essence, then licked the back of her neck and around to her ear, getting a welcoming squeal in response.

"Mmmmmmmmm, that's nice," Helen said sleepily. "This is the best way to wake up, with my son's hard cock im me. Ummmmmmm."

"Oh Mum, I love you," Mark said with feeling. "You're sooo sexy."

Just then, his cock slipped out of his mother's pussy and the head brushed up against her anal opening. Mark rubbed his cock across her arsehole, and Helen purred wantonly as her arousal began to mount. Mark took advantage of the respite to climb up off the bed, onto his knees, and pulled his mum onto her stomach, then picked up her hips. Helen kept her face and breasts on the bed, but lifted her bum into the air to give Mark easier access from behind. Mark took the hint and pushed his cock back into her pussy, quickly establishing a steady fucking motion.

As he slowly, but steadily fucked his mother from behind, he couldn't help but notice her pink arsehole winking up at him as if in invitation. With his finger, he rimmed the already-wet hole then pushed it in past the second knuckle. Helen growled wantonly as Mark began to slowly finger-fuck her arse in time with his thrusts in her pussy.

"Oh my God," she gasped. "You really are a dirty boy".

Helen moaned and gasped as she wallowed in the feeling of having a live cock in her cunt.

"Ahhhhh, God, it... feels... sooooo... gooooood," Helen wailed. "I looooovvvve it sooooo much."

Mark reached underneach his mum's body and ran his hands lightly over her big titties, which jiggled lightly. Helen lifted her head and swished her long dark locks back, and felt the strands sticking to her skin. She reached under her straining body with a hand, found her obscenely-bloated clit and worked a finger furiously over the pulsing bud.

Mother and son humped in unison, in utter erotic abandon, giving themselves over to pleasure in a way they couldn't have imagined just a few hours earlier. The intensity of their coupling took their breath away as they strained toward another mutual explosion.

Helen's mind and body were wide awake now as she felt every nerve ending straining toward orgasmic relief. Mark, too, could feel it in his bones, at the base of his spine, where another huge load of cum was locked and loaded. Coos, cries, moans and groans - not to mention the steady squishing of Mark's young cock pistoning back and forth in his mother's cunt filled the bedroom as the moon bathed them in a light.


Helen let her head drop onto her pillow, her eyes closed in reverie. She rubbed her nipples up and down on the crisp bed sheet, allowing the friction to send electric sparks of lust ripping through her body.

"Uh, uh, uh," he grunted. "I can't hold it any longer, Mum. I'm... gonna... cummmmmmm!"

"Oh baby, go on, fuck me and fill me up," Helen panted. "C'mon lover boy! Shoot your cum! Do it! Do it! fuck me!"

And he did. With a few final deep thrusts, Mark felt the cum boil from his balls, race through his shaft and explode out the end of his cock, bathing his mother's womb in hot semen. He felt like his entire insides were coming out the end of his young cock as he completely let himself go.

Helen was right there with him, as her body was wracked by a megaton orgasm that shook her from head to toe. Cum cream covered her hand as she clawed at her pussy, trying to keep the sensations flowing as long as possible.

Mark just kept humping, even as they both slumped onto the bed, their bodies still twitching as their orgasms played themselves out. No words were necessary; they just fell asleep where they lay, exhausted, and Mark was already asleep before his wilted young cock finally oozed from his mother's cunt.

This time, it was Helen who woke up first, a little after 11am that Sunday morning. The summer sun was shining through the window. The brightness of the day matched her mood as she looked over at the sleeping love of her life, the man, and he was a MAN now she'd always kept in her heart as her No. 1.

But now "Mark was not only her son, her baby boy, her only c***d, but her lover."

She knew i****t was one of society's most fundamental taboos, one of the most egregious sins, and in many contexts, that view was warranted. She could never have lived with herself if she'd done this if Mark was any younger. Now, however, he was starting to become a young man in her eyes, and capable of making an intelligent decision about what he wanted to do and who he wanted to do it with.

She got up to use the toilet, and when she was finished, she looked at herself in the mirror behind the bathroom door. Her dark hair was a tangled mess, stringy with dried sweat. Her entire body was sticky, with layers of dried sweat. Her entire hairy crotch was sore and was still gooey with what was left of Mark's cum, and the insides of her thighs were caked with dried semen. Her breasts were pinkish from where they'd been groped, and her nipples were chafed from where she'd rubbed them vigorously on her sheet. She had a small love bite on her neck from where Mark had nipped at her in his passion. Her muscles ached from her exertions and she was still tired as could be.

Helen thought she'd never looked or felt better in her life.

Still wearing her stickiness, the filth of lovemaking, like a badge, she padded naked down to the kitchen and made coffee. She was standing by the sink when she felt Mark's presence behind her, and he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close. Helen breathed a sigh of contentment as she leaned back into his arms.

"I love you, Mum," Mark said.

"I love you, too, darling," Helen replied."

"Do you have any regrets mum?" he asked.

"None whatsoever," she answered. Then she turned around and kissed her son deeply, and she felt his young cock stir yet again, starting to stiffen into her abdomen.

"My God," she said when they broke their kiss. "I can't believe you've got anything left in that thing after what you did to me last night."

"Hey, Mum, I'm 14," "Our powers of recuperation are legendary." Mark said in a laughing tone of voice

"No doubt," Helen said. "But let's wait a little. I need coffee, a shower and something to eat. And then I have something special I want to do with that."

She gave his cock a loving squeeze, then they sat at the kitchen table and drank coffee. Mark retrieved the Sunday paper from the front door, and they sat naked drinking coffee and reading the paper. After they'd read the interesting sections of the paper, they decided to take a bath. They agreed that they wanted to relax and discuss some issues concerning their new relationship.

The bath was indeed hot and relaxing, and they sat together soaking up the ambience and talking. In the light of day, there were some decisions they needed to make about how to pursue there i****tuous relationship. Helen had found what she'd always been searching for sexually and relationally, and she had no intention of giving him up. And Mark had achieved the fulfillment of all of his dreams. He had the sexiest, most beautiful, most perfect woman in the world.

As the water cooled, they got serious about bathing. Helen grabbed flannel and the soap and set about washing her lover clean of the remains of their lust. When she was finished, she instructed him to sit on the side of the tub. She spread his legs and sucked his cock into her mouth. Immediately, she felt it swell, and she quickly began to bob her head up and down on the rapidly-stiffening young flesh. When he was fully hard, she sucked him all the way, until her nose was mashed in his damp soft down of his pubic hair, and felt his cock burrow into her throat. Three times she sucked him all the way in, then she pulled away and told him it was time for him to wash her.

"Jesus, Mum, you can suck cock?" Mark said.

"Oh, thank you darling," she replied.

Mark just nodded sardonically, and set about lovingly soaping up and rinsing his mother's hot body. He also spent a lot of time shampooing her lustrous dark hair, running his fingers through it as he massaged the shampoo and conditioner. He also spend some time soaping the inside of his mother's pussy, and she lay back and let the orgiastic feelings begin to build.

But she stopped him before they went too far. She had plans for this afternoon, and she wanted to let her arousal simmer a little bit.

After finishing their bath, they decided to cook some eggs and bacon. There were few words as they ate, just smoldering looks of lust.

When they had cleared the dishes from the table and straightened up the kitchen, Helen instructed Mark to sit back down in the chair. His cock was already semi hard from anticipation of another round of sex with his mum, and he was ready. Helen's damp hair swayed in dark strands as walked over to stand in front of him. She stared at him for just a moment before kneeling down on the floor. She pulled open his legs and ran her hands between them, up the insides of his thighs to his cock, which twitched in respponse. She picked up his balls and cock in both hands and lightly massaged them, feeling the slick wetness of his pre-cum. She brought her face right up to his cock and whispered, as much to it as to Mark.

"I told you I wanted to taste your cum," she said. "I want you to fill my belly with your love cream."

Helen started by licking the shaft of his cock like an ice cream cone, lapping it in up and down strokes as she held it up with her fist. Her tongue circled the head, under the crown, then back down the shaft. She laved his balls with her tongue, then sucked each one into her mouth lightly, as Mark threw his head back and groaned in ecstacy.

Back up the shaft she licked, up to the head, then she opened her mouth and let the head slip past her lips. She sucked just the head for a few seconds, then slowly drew him into her mouth. When he was about halfway in, the head of his cock encountered the entrance to his mother's throat, but she just opened up and sucked him all the way in. Her lips pursed at the base of his cock as drool began to run out the corners of her mouth.

When she thought she was about to choke, she pulled her head back up and began to slowly work two-thirds of his cock rhythmically back and forth in her hot mouth. Her tongue rolled around the head and shaft as she worked him.

Helen's eyes were half-shut as though she was lost in another world. And, in a sense, she was. As she lovingly sucked her son's throbbing young cock, it drove home just how much she enjoyed sucking a hard cock. Sucking cock had been her introduction to sex way back in her time in high school, when her first boyfriend came to the startling conclusion that the shy, but gorgeous brunette who rarely said boo in class had a nasty streak a mile wide. She'd offered to blow him in a futile effort to preserve her virginity as long she could.

Mark's moans of pleasure brought her back to the present, and she looked up him with loving eyes as she filled her mouth with his young meat. Every once in awhile, she'd plunge his whole length into her throat, but for now, she was content to work about half of him in her mouth.

Mark couldn't believe the feeling of his mother's talented mouth on his cock. There was no question that he was under the care of a woman who loved to suck cock. He grooved on how she looked up at him with her mouth full of his cock. It gave him an incredible feeling of power to know his mother loved his cock like that. Sloppy, rhythmic sounds wafted up from where Helen steadily worked his cock.

When she finally pulled her mouth off his cock and took several deep breaths, Mark just shook his head in wonder. After sliding Mark's cock back into her mouth, Helen reached down with her free hand and began to play with her engorged clit with her middle finger. She wasn't terribly concerned about getting herself off, but she did want to keep her fires banked. No, this was for Mark, strictly for his pleasure, his enjoyment. There would be times when she would expect similar treatment, but now was not the time.

Helen sucked on her son's cock for a few more minutes, but she felt her knees starting to get sore, and she had an idea of how she could really give Mark a treat.

She stood up and pulled Mark up from the chair. She gave him a deep kiss, and Mark got a good taste of himself.

"I told you I want you to take me every way you can," Helen said with an excited tone. "You ever hear of a skullfuck?"

Mark gave her a puzzled look and shook his head. Helen gave him a wicked smile.

"Watch this," she said.

Helen climbed onto the kitchen table and laid down on her back. Mark's eyes widened as he watched his mother stretch herself on the table. Helen scooted back until her head was hanging off the edge then she reached back with her hands for Mark's cock.

"Come here, Mark, fuck my mouth," Helen purred. "Fuck my face and fill me with your cum."

Mark stroked his hard cock, which looked like an iron bar. He walked over to where his mum's head hung off the table and dangled his cock over her face. He rubbed the leaking head all over her face, her nose, eyes and over her lips and outstretched tongue, as Helen squealed with delight. Reaching up with her hands, she took Mark's hard cock and guided it to her wide open mouth. Her tongue lashed the head as Mark fed it into into her mouth, and she kept licking as he slowly drove his cock past her mouth and into her throat.

Once he was in almost all the way, Mark pulled back then began to drive his cock back and forth in his mum's throat. He felt a shiver run through his body as he watched his mum's throat. He could actually see the outline of his cock as pumped in her throat. Faster and harder, he fucked his mum's mouth, as a stream of drool flowed past her lips and down her cheeks.

Helen could feel another orgasm building and she spread her legs and began to furious work her cunt with her hands. Three fingers of one hand plunged frantically in her pussy, while her other hand mauled her clit and squeezed her labia. The lack of air created almost an intoxicating feeling in her body as sweat broke out all over. Muffled squeals that were equal parts lust and concern came from her ravaged throat.

Just for a moment, Mark pulled his cock from her mouth and let his mother gulp air into her lungs while he slapped her face with his cock and rubbed it all over her face.

Then he shoved it back into her mouth, grabbed his mother's head with both hands and resumed pounding her throat with his cock. And all the time he was giving her his best sexual patter.

"Aww yeah, suck it, Mum," he growled, the b**st in him having been unleashed. "You wanted it, well here it is. Take it."

He could feel a load coming quickly to a boil, and he could tell that his mum was getting close as well from the way she was thrashing on the table and the way her hips were coming up to try to suck both her hands into her pussy. Gasping, Mark picked up his pace almost to a blur as he felt the tingle in his scrotum pass the point of control.

"Ah yeah, I'mmm cummmmmmmin'," he wailed. And he felt a machine-gun burst of cum jet out the end of his cock she spew deep into his mother's stomach. Helen swallowed frantically to get every drop as she tumbled off the cliff in a thrashing climax. She jerked and twitched as the powerful orgasm rocked her from head to toe.

Mark shot every bit of cum he had in his balls before he finally pulled his slowly wilting cock from his mum's mouth. He staggered backward and practically fell into a chair, while Helen sucked in deep gulps of air, her chest heaving as she rolled her head onto the table and fought for some semblence of conciousness.

They just lay back where they were, stunned by the intensity of what they'd just done. When the madness passed from Mark's mind, he felt a wave of remorse.

"Mum?" he asked in a small voice. "Are you OK? I'm sorry. I didn't... I didn't mean to hurt you. I don't know what came over me."

Helen looked over at her son and smiled wearily.

"Well, I'm not sure I want to see that side of you very often, but it's OK darling," she replied.

Then she sat up and looked at her teenage son who had become a man.

"I've changed you," she said. "I can see how much you've grown just in the last few hours. You're a young man now, my son, a real man, more man than anyone I've ever been with."

And with that, she dropped off the table, beckoned for Mark to come with her and they strolled hand in hand back to her bedroom, their bedroom for a well deserved nap.

As they dozed off, they both knew they were going to have a good time together as lovers.