


Idle Rich

by dellagordo



Category: Incest/Taboo
Published: 2003-09-23
Updated: 2015-11-08
Packaged: 2017-04-18 05:53:01
Chapters: 2
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/idle-rich
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=167578&page=submissions
Summary: <p>1. Spring break at home leads to revelations about mom.</p>
<p>2. Mom makes a surprise visit at her son's prep school.</p>
Erotica Tags: Blake Turned, Cock Shuddered, Ed Eyes, Ed Mouth, Head Ed,
Incest/Taboo, Lust Looked, Nipples Dug, Red Kimono, Sounded Door, Stained Lips
Average Rating: 4.64





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Idle Rich

Idle Rich: Booty Call




        Idle Rich


**An Oedipus County Tale**  
  
_This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is
purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be
duplicated. It's all pretend, folks._  
  
His friends were going to Florida, but Edward Richmond was going home.  
  
It was the tail end of his senior year at Sorenson Academy, one of many prep
schools Ed had attended over the past twelve years, and most of the guys Ed
knew were already celebrating their upcoming graduation. It was Tully who
decided they were all going to spend spring break in the vacation state, and
it was Skip who organized the whole thing and Rodney who volunteered the use
of his parents summer home in Key West. And it was Ed who backed out of the
trip.  
  
He wasn't a drinker. He didn't like the beach, and though the promise of
nubile and scantily clad women running around at one's beck and call was
highly tempting, he ultimately decided to skip Florida and just go home.  
  
Ed's spring semester at Sorenson was already stressing him out. He'd been
forced to pile on some extra credits to ensure that he graduated on time with
all his friends, and the added workload was wearing him down. He knew that he
was going to be miserable on spring break no matter where he was, so he
figured he might as well save his money -- well, his parent's money, really --
and just spend the week catching up on sleep and tanning by the pool. The rest
would do him good, and he knew that, fun as Florida would be, he wouldn't be
getting any rest while he was there. Besides, he could goof off all summer.
Maybe even go to Europe, like his father had been promising for years.  
  
Of course, spending time at home would be no picnic. Not that home was really
"home" for Ed. Aside from holidays and vacations, he'd never spent much time
in the house his parents lived in. Nor were his parents particularly excited
to see him when he did visit. Richard Richmond was nearing sixty, still spry
and avaricious, but also still more concerned with running his financial
empire than spending time with his only son. Vague promises of "when you're
older" would sometimes be offered, and then Dad would be out the door to play
golf with his buddies or fly to Paris or some such nonsense. Blake Richmond,
nee Masters, was a good twenty years younger than her husband, a leggy, busty,
supermodel trophy wife who had lost none of her beauty during the intervening
years of her marriage. She had also never shown much interest in being a
"mom." Ed had long ago reached the conclusion that he was some kind of
accident for which his mother was slightly embarrassed, evidenced by his lack
of siblings and her cool withdrawal from his life.  
  
So a week at home would be something of a trial. Still, Ed reasoned, he was
young and rich and life couldn't be all bad, could it?  
  
"Here you go, kid," the cabby said, interrupting Ed's morbid thoughts. Ed
looked up, saw the sloping lawn, the huge white face of the Richmond family
mansion, the topiary lions guarding the front porch. He stifled a sigh, paid
the cabby, and began the long walk up to the front door.  
  
While he was digging in his pocket for the key, the door flung open, and out
leapt Amelie, the portly, grandmotherly major domo of the household. "Eddie!"
she cried, wrapping him up in an embrace. "I didn't know you were coming
home."  
  
"Last minute decision," Ed replied, returning the hug.  
  
"Let me look at you," Amelie said, releasing him. "Ai yi yi, you've grown so
tall and handsome. If I was thirty years younger, you'd be in trouble," she
said with a laugh.  
  
"I think you'd be the one in trouble," Ed joked, but only half-heartedly.  
  
Amelie's smile began to fade. "Is everything okay, Eddie? You look tired."  
  
"It was a long train ride, Amelie," Ed said.  
  
"Well, then," she said, "go and take a nice nap. I will let your mother know
you are home, and then I'll have Salvador whip up something special for
dinner. When you're feeling better, you can explain to me why you didn't
bother to let any of us know you were coming home." She gave him a light pinch
on his cheek for emphasis.  
  
Ed couldn't hide a grin. "Thanks, Amelie. Don't bother telling Mom that I'm
home -- I'm just not up to dealing with her at the moment. I suppose Dad isn't
around either?"  
  
"He left for Vancouver this morning," she said, frowning. Ed only nodded. He
picked up his bags and headed across the threshold into the foyer. Amelie
followed, offering to take one of his bags, but Ed shooed her away with a
laugh. He climbed the stairs to the second floor, chuckling at the thought
that Amelie acted more like his mother than his mother did. By the time he
shouldered the door to his room open, he was no longer finding the thought
humorous. He dumped his bags on the floor and surveyed his room. It was big,
three times the size of his dorm at school, with its own balcony and skylight.
Ed crossed to the balcony door and pulled the blinds, letting the mid-
afternoon sun into the room. He opened the door and stepped out onto the
balcony, taking a deep breath of clean, country air.  
  
Directly below him was the patio, with the barbecue pit where Ed's father
occasionally showed off his skill with the grill. Beyond that, the lawn dipped
down to the Olympic sized pool that his mother had insisted on installing,
after one of her friends at the club bought one. Normally, Ed's eyes would
loop around the pool and examine the rest of the property, but he saw
something at the poolside that made him pause.  
  
Draped across a chaise lounge was his mother. She was completely naked, save
for a sunhat and sunglasses that shaded her facial features from view. On the
table beside her sat a Long Island iced tea, Blake's favorite drink, the glass
beaded with condensation. His mother might have been asleep or awake, Ed
wasn't sure, but she was clearly relaxed and showed no sign of discomfort at
her nudity. She was a tall woman with long legs and a lush frame, full of
breast and hip, lean of thigh and waist, with a warm golden tan stretching
from head to toe. Her breasts were proud, fleshy mountains that rode high on
her chest, showing barely a hint of sag, and her taut belly sloped down to a
neatly trimmed patch of red hair between her sleek thighs. As Ed watched,
barely comprehending, his mother stretched her arms over her head, pushing her
breasts into further prominence, and rubbed her feet together.  
  
Ed felt his pants tightening.  
  
Ed heard a low wolf whistle, and with a start, he realized his mother was not
alone. A young man with a lean body and a blond mane stood beside the pool
wearing a pair of abbreviated orange shorts and holding a skimmer. Pool boy?
Ed had never seen him before, but he did know his father used an outside
service to maintain the pool. The dude wasn't part of the house's regular
staff, then. But what the hell was that guy doing out there with Ed's naked
Mom?  
  
Blake raised her head up and pursed her lips in the pool boy's direction. She
crooked a finger, beckoning him forward. With an insolent grin, Pool Boy
tossed the skimmer on the deck and circled the pool with a swagger. Blake
traced a finger along one breast, lightly brushing the nipple with her
fingertips, and licked her lips.  
  
Suddenly Ed realized how exposed he was, standing out there on the balcony. He
also realized how hard he was, his cock an iron bar between his legs, tenting
his pants and making it uncomfortable to stand. Slowly, carefully, cautiously,
Ed eased backward into his room. The temptation to see what was happening was
too much for him to completely abandon his post, however, and he kept his eyes
glued to the lush, nude form of his mother. With trembling fingers he found
the zipper of his pants and eased the pressure around his cock.  
  
In the meanwhile, Pool Boy had slipped out of his shorts, exposing his own
rampant member. Ed noticed, with a strange sort of pride that made his head
hurt, that Pool Boy wasn't quite as well endowed as he was. As Pool Boy
dropped to his knees between his mother's thighs and began to kiss and nibble
her heated skin, Ed found himself easing his cock out of his shorts and slowly
stroking his engorged length. Beads of precum dripped from the angry purple
head onto the balcony.  
  
Blake writhed beneath Pool Boy's mouth. Her tits bounced and heaved, hard
nipples scraping at the air, her flesh jiggling in all the right places. Her
hands gripped the back of Pool Boy's head and thrust his face into her snatch.
Her breath came hard and fast, peppered with short, high-pitched cries that
sent shivers down Ed's spine. His mother's voice, thick with passion, shaking
with lust, carried across the yard.  
  
Ed couldn't think straight, couldn't even form so much as a word in his head.
All he could do was watch and masturbate.  
  
Ed's Mom and Pool Boy had shifted. Now Pool Boy stood beside the chaise lounge
and Blake kneeled on her haunches upon it. One hand cupped Pool Boy's scrotum
and the other gently stroked his member, while her lips kissed and licked the
head. Ed's heart stopped when his mother's head descended and her mouth
swallowed Pool Boy's cock, her sunhat hiding the full details from view. Ed's
own cock jumped in his fist, harder and longer than he had ever been.  
  
Blake sucked Pool Boy for a few minutes longer, then released him, letting
Pool Boy's dick bob in the air. Blake twisted her tan, sinuous body around on
the chaise, and presented herself on hands and knees to Pool Boy. Her large
tits swung beneath her, her sweetly rounded ass rose provocatively. Pool Boy
caressed her cheeks with strong hands and moved towards Blake. She gripped his
cock from beneath and guided it to her pussy. Pool Boy slid home with a grunt
and a slap of flesh that made Blake's ass and tits jiggle. Ed's mother cried
out as Pool Boy filled her.  
  
Then they started fucking. Loudly, lewdly, sloppily. Flesh slapped against
flesh, both released inflamed groans and cries. Pool Boy leaned across Blake's
back and cupped her tits, playing with her nipples. Blake squeezed Pool Boy's
balls and humped her ass back at him with amazing speed.  
  
It was over before Ed was ready. Suddenly, Pool Boy pulled out of his mother
and slapped his cock against her ass. A jet of pearly white jism sprayed from
the tip across her cheeks. Blake twisted again, and for a moment she appeared
to be looking straight up at Ed's balcony -- he couldn't be sure if she saw
him, with her eyes hooded by the sunglasses, but Ed scrambled back into his
room just in case, hoping she had missed him. He missed whatever happened next
beside the pool, but his heart was pounding so rapidly and his face was so
flushed with fear and embarrassment that he hardly cared.  
  
Ed pulled himself up onto his bed and lay on his back. His cock was still hard
and dripping, towering over his belly. His balls ached. Self-consciously, Ed
adjusted himself and pulled his pants and underwear down to allow him better
access. He wondered, guiltily, whether his mother had seen him for that split
second. He hoped she had not. He didn't know what he would do if she had. . .
but what if she did? Ed's cock lurched in his hand. He closed his eyes and
imagined for a moment that he was him on the deck with his mother, fucking
into her heated pussy, cupping her tits, making her cry out in pleasure. With
one last sweep of his hand along the length of his cock, Ed finally came. And
came. And came. It felt as though a fist were squeezing his balls, forcing out
every last drop of semen from his balls. When he finished, the lower part of
his shirt was soaked through and sticking to his stomach.  
  
Ed felt a sudden stab of guilt. He quickly undressed, cleaned himself up, and
climbed under the covers of his bed to take a nap. But it was a long time
before he fell asleep.  
  
He wished he had decided to go to Florida after all.  
  
When he woke, it was dark outside, though the backyard lights sent plenty of
illumination into the room through his still open balcony door. Ed closed the
door before darting into his bathroom to take a quick shower. While he cleaned
up, images of his mother fucking the pool boy kept flashing before his eyes,
and he found himself growing hard. Ed shook his head to clear the visions, but
it did no good.  
  
He had always considered his mother beautiful. As a child, that had made him
very proud. In adolescence, he had noticed the few friends he brought home, or
the kids from the neighborhood at the summer place, eyeing his mother with
more than a little interest. They'd tell him in conspiratorial whispers that
he had a hot mom. Quietly he'd agree, but aloud he'd tell them to shut up. So
he had always known she was beautiful, but he'd never really considered her a
sexual being. She was remote, quick with a gift or a peck on the cheek, but
otherwise he had always thought of her as somewhat cold. Even with his father,
his mother seemed distant. He supposed now he knew why.  
  
He also knew he would never be able to dispel the image of his mother on her
hands and knees, a stranger's cock ramming into her pussy again and again.  
  
The girls he'd dated, the girls he'd fucked, had been enthusiastic and
exciting, but looking back, not one of them had displayed the energy, the
pulchritude, or the sheer lust that his mother had that afternoon. It was only
natural, he told himself, that he'd fantasize about her now.  
  
When he finished his shower, he was still hard. He stuffed his cock into a
pair of shorts, pulled on a t-shirt, and went down to the kitchen. Salvador,
Amelie's better half, stood at the stove, frying strips of beef. Sal grinned
at Ed's entrance and shot a hand out. Ed took it.  
  
"Good to see you, kid," Sal said. "How's school going?"  
  
Ed shrugged. "It's been a tough semester, Sal. I'm not looking forward to
going back." He looked around the kitchen, noting the lettuce, diced tomatoes,
onions, sour cream and guacamole laid out across the counter. "Fajitas?"  
  
"Fajitas," Sal agreed. "I figured it appropriate considering you'd be dining
tonight. Got the chessboard set up in the study for later, if you're
interested."  
  
"You bet I am," Ed said with a laugh. He talked to Sal while Sal cooked, and
slowly but surely he began to feel better. Sal was like a favorite uncle, a
good friend and a great guy to talk to. He and Amelie had been with the family
for as long as Ed could remember, and to Ed, they were family. They were what
made this large mansion home.  
  
When Sal decided the meat was cooked, he sent Ed into the dining room. "I'll
be right there," he promised.  
  
Ed dropped before one of the two place settings at the dining room table. It
wasn't unusual for Sal or Amelie to join him for a meal, and though his father
disapproved of it, Ed always welcomed the company. It beat eating alone. So he
was a bit surprised when Sal entered the room and simply set the food down.
Sal stepped away and said, "If you need anything else, just give a shout."  
  
"Who?" Ed started to ask, but Sal inclined his head towards the other doorway.
Ed turned his head and his heart lurched in his chest. It was his mother.  
  
Ed's Mom wore an abbreviated red kimono loosely belted at the waist. The
bright color nicely complemented her golden skin, and the robe showed a large
expanse of delicious cleavage and sleek thighs. A golden necklace decorated
her neck, and she had another golden chain around her left ankle. Her feet
were bare, toenails painted the same bright red as her fingernails. Ed forced
himself to meet his mother's eyes. Blake's face was just as stunning as the
rest of her, graced with high cheekbones, full lips, and finely drawn brows.
Dark eyes examined her son coolly, and one copper eyebrow arched as her
appraisal met his own. She had trimmed her hair since the last time he saw
her, creating a red-gold kind of bob that framed her features perfectly.  
  
She glided across the room and dropped into the chair beside Ed, setting her
wineglass on the table. Her perfume followed her, and the flowery scent
tickled Ed's nostrils. It was a moment before Ed realized Sal was already
gone. He looked around, suddenly anxious and uncomfortable in his mother's
presence.  
  
"Hello, Edward," Blake said. "I wish Amelie had let me know you were coming
home. I would have prepared a better welcome for you."  
  
"That's okay," Ed managed to squeak out after finding his voice. "No need to
make a fuss."  
  
"Mmmm," Blake said, not quite agreeing. She speared a tortilla with her fork
and draped it across her plate. Mechanically, Ed mimicked her movements, and
for a little while the two worked in silence to build their fajitas. "I know
we're not a terribly close-knit family unit," Blake said suddenly, just as Ed
was lifting his tortilla to take a bite. He paused as she went on. "But I'm
still your mother, and I'd appreciate knowing when you're coming home."  
  
The mild reproach was like a slap in the face. Ed set the fajita back on the
plate. "I'll. . . I'll make sure to do that in the future," he said after a
long moment.  
  
Blake smiled. "Thank you, dear."  
  
They began to eat, and in between bites, his mother actually asked him
questions. Like how he was doing, how school was going, that sort of thing. Ed
answered as best he could, unable to meet his mother's eyes as he could not
keep from imagining her naked and writhing. It made his pants tight, but he
couldn't help it. When her bare foot brushed against his calf -- accidentally?
-- under the table, his cock jumped. Ed almost did too.  
  
"Sorry," his mother said. Her foot retreated. "Thought you were the table."  
  
"S'okay," Ed said, clearly flustered.  
  
"So, what do you plan to do all week?" she asked him at last.  
  
Ed shrugged. "I don't really have much in the way of plans," he admitted. "I
just want to unwind, maybe sit around the pool and work on my tan."  
  
"Oh?" Blake said with a glint in her eyes. "I've been sunbathing in the nude
lately, myself. That isn't going to bother you, is it?" Her question was
phrased innocently, but there was something in her expression that put him on
his guard. She was watching him, he realized, waiting for him to say or do
something. The only reaction Ed could manage was to turn red -- and to have
his cock jump wildly in his pants. He could only imagine that his precum was
staining the front of his shorts, his dick was so hard. He felt so terribly
guilty.  
  
"I hope it doesn't bother you," his Mom continued. "You are eighteen years
old, after all, which means we're all adults here. We should all be able to
behave in an. . . adult fashion." Her foot brushed his calf again, and this
time Ed was certain it was not accidental. Her touch sent an electric current
up his leg, straight to his crotch.  
  
"I. . . I. . ." Ed stammered.  
  
"Well," Blake said with a wink, "I'll let you think about it." She picked up
her now empty wineglass and stood. The movement caused her breasts to bob
within their silken prison, and Ed was certain she wore no bra beneath the
kimono. "I'll go freshen my drink."  
  
The door to the kitchen whispered closed and a half-second later, Ed was on
his feet. He awkwardly adjusted his painfully engorged cock and made a mad
dash for his room, dinner forgotten. He had barely shut his door behind him
before grabbing a handful of tissues off his desk and whipping his cock free.
It only took two quick strokes to send him over the edge. The force and volume
of his ejaculate shredded the tissues, making a mess in his hand. He looked
around for the shirt he had ruined earlier in the day, but it wasn't where he
had left it. He cleaned his hand as best he could with some more tissues and
looked harder for the shirt, but couldn't find it.  
  
What the hell happened to it?  
  
Ed stared into space for about five minutes. "Holy shit," he said at last.  
  
The next morning Ed slept late. When he awoke, he peeked out at the pool and
saw no one down there. With a strange feeling of disappointment, he took a
quick shower and then went out for a run around the neighborhood. His parents
liked living in a gated community. It gave them a feeling of control and
removement from society, which was certainly their M.O. Ed didn't quite see
the value in it all, but he had to admit it made jogging a lot easier without
having to worry about traffic.  

Returning to the house, Ed looped around to the backyard to take a swim. The
pool was still deserted. Again he felt that twinge of disappointment, but he
shook it off. He pulled off his t-shirt, kicked off his sneakers, and dove
into the pool. Ed swam a few laps, stretching out and taking it easy. The
water felt bracing and cool after his run. Ed felt great. When he started to
feel tired, he dragged himself up on deck and collapsed into one of the chaise
lounges. He would let the sun dry him, and might get a head start on his tan
in the process.  
  
Ed folded his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. He kind of wished his
mother had made good on his promise. . . but on the other hand, it was
probably for the best. . .  
  
"Good morning, Eddie," Blake's voice carried from the patio door. Ed's eyes
snapped open and he half sat up as his mother sauntered out to the deck. She
had the sunhat on and her dark sunglasses, and both the necklace and the
anklet glinted in the mid-morning sun. A short terrycloth robe, loosely tied,
barely covered her luscious body. Her tits bobbed beneath the robe with each
step, and the hem of the robe was short enough to show the tops of her golden
thighs. Blake carried a towel and bottle of suntan lotion in one hand and a
Long Island iced tea in the other.  
  
"Hey Mom," Ed said automatically. He started to rise from his seat, but Blake
waved him back.  
  
"Don't let me disturb you," she said. "I'm just going to soak up some rays."
She set her drink and lotion on the table beside the free chaise and draped
her towel across the chair. Ed watched in anticipation as his mother tugged on
the belt tying her robe closed. He half expected to see a bikini. It wasn't
possible that she would make good on her threat. . . was it?  
  
But when Blake shrugged out of the robe and the garment slid to the ground, Ed
saw his mother's nude body for the second time. She was even more amazing up
close. Her breasts were full and springy, large globes with dusky, silver
dollar sized nipples that began to harden in the cool morning air. They dipped
slightly, due more to their size and weight than his mother's age. Her waist
was narrow, her hips wide and flaring, and at the juncture of her thighs was
her pussy. Above those delicious pink lips was a narrow strip of red hair. Her
legs were long and tan and toned, and the cheeks of her ass looked firm and
tight, though Ed didn't get a good look at it.  
  
"Like what you see?" Blake purred as she settled into her chair.  
  
Ed realized he was staring and forced himself to look away. He also realized
that the swim had left his running shorts plastered to his body, and though
the cold water had done its work, seeing his mother naked body a bare few feet
away from him was reversing the effect. He shifted awkwardly in the chair,
lifting and bending a leg to provide partial cover.  
  
"Am I making you nervous?" his mother asked him. "You have seen a naked woman
before, haven't you?"  
  
"Yes," Ed admitted automatically. "But not like. . ."  
  
"Oh?" Blake interrupted. She picked up the suntan lotion. "What kind of women
have you been looking at?" She popped the cap on the lotion and sprayed some
onto the upper slopes of her breasts. Ed watched in rapt fascination as she
began to spread the lotion around, squeezing and kneading her cantaloupes with
both hands, rubbing the lotion into her skin. Her slim hands snaked down her
belly, spreading the lotion across her body. The cocoa smell of the lotion
filled the air, mixing with the scent of chlorine and freshly cut grass.
"Edward, did you hear me?"  
  
"What?" Ed said. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"  
  
Blake's hands glided across her thighs. "I asked you," she said, emphasizing
each word, "what kind of women have you been looking at?" Her palm lightly
fluffed her bush, and Ed forced himself to look away. His cock was gaining the
consistency of an iron bar, stretching and tenting his shorts.  
  
"Just girls," Ed said, his voice muted.  
  
"Speak up, baby," Blake said, coating her calves and feet with lotion.  
  
"I said, just girls," Ed said a little louder. "You know, at school."  
  
"I see," Blake nodded. She coated her shoulders and arms, her fingers moving
lightly across her skin. Her tits bobbed with each movement, the nipples hard
and begging to be nibbled. "Have you been fucking these girls?" Blake asked
nonchalantly.  
  
"Mom!" Ed exclaimed, surprised.  
  
Blake threw her head back and laughed, a rich, throaty chuckle that sent
shivers down Ed's spine. "Am I being too forward?" she asked. "I thought we
might be able to avoid dancing around the subject given the present
circumstances. Is that a problem?"  
  
"No," Ed admitted. He tried to meet his mother's eyes behind her sunglasses,
but the lenses were too dark. Could she see how hard she had made him? "I
guess not. I'm just a little surprised, is all."  
  
"I know," Blake said, "I haven't been as involved with your life as I probably
should have been. I hope to change that soon, if you'll let me."  
  
"Sure, Mom," Ed said. He didn't know what else to add.  
  
She flashed him a scintillating smile. "Thanks, Eddie." Blake then turned
over, flashing her sweetly rounded backside at him. It was every bit as
perfect as Ed knew it would be. Blake stretched out upon the chaise lounge and
set her head upon her folded arms. "Would you be a dear and do my back?" she
asked.  
  
Ed opened his mouth, shut it, then opened it again. "Sure," he gasped. Ed
surreptitiously adjusted his hardened cock and rose to his feet. He stepped
next to his mother and reached across her to pick up the lotion. With
trepidation he knelt beside her and raised the bottle of lotion. He sat frozen
for a long moment, paralyzed by a discomfiting mix of guilt and lust.  
  
"Well," Blake asked, "what are you waiting for?"  
  
Ed swallowed, though his mouth was dry. What was he waiting for? He took a
deep breath and squirted a string of lotion across his mother's upper back.
She shivered, but said nothing. Ed's hands shook as he pressed them onto his
mother's back and began to rub the lotion into her skin.  
  
"Mmmm," Blake purred as his hands kneaded her flesh. She was warm, pliant and
firm at the same time, and Ed massaged her with his fingers as he worked. He
worked his way slowly downward, tracing his fingers along her spine and
pausing at it's base, where the line of her back met her posterior. Her skin
was so soft and supple, despite the deep tan that should have prematurely aged
her skin. The lotion helped, he supposed, and she must have used other, more
foreign unguents as well.  
  
Why was he thinking such thoughts, he wondered idly? Why, to keep his cock
from going off, his mind answered glibly. He was as hard as he had ever been
in his life, his cock making an uncomfortable tent in his running shorts. The
shorts had mostly dried from the swim, but there was a wet spot growing at his
crotch, where the precum was leaking in copious amounts from his turgid
member. His mother's quiet sighs and purrs were making him harder still.  
  
"Why did you stop?" she asked suddenly, softly, playfully.  
  
"I... I..." Ed stammered.  
  
"Come on, Eddie," Blake said. "I'm your mother," she added, putting careful
emphasis on the third word, an emphasis that caused an inexplicable lurch in
Ed's shorts. "Surely you can do this one teensy little favor for your own
mother?"  
  
"Of course," Ed said brokenly. He picked up the bottle of suntan lotion once
more and sprayed a jet into his palm. The liquid was cool, but nearly white,
and as he placed his palm against his mother's left buttock, he imagined it
was his jism he was smearing on her ass. With a dry throat and a pounding
heart, Ed coated his mother's springy backside with the lotion, savoring the
feel of her muscular backside in his hands. He parted the twin globes to be
sure to spread the liquid evenly, and the pink bud of her asshole winked at
him.  
  
Beneath the bewitching smell of his mother's perfume, the cocoa butter of the
lotion, and the chlorine from the pool, Ed detected a purer scent, a more
natural scent that his nose knew intimately and his brain could barely
process. Blood surged through his temples and his cock as Ed's eyes swept down
between his mother's legs and saw something that his nose knew to be true and
his eyes could not believe. The coral pink lips of his mother's pussy were
enflamed with blood, and beads of dew glimmered upon them. The lips were
opening, revealing a brighter pink beneath, and a sheen of delicious moisture.  
  
She was as aroused as he was! Ed realized with a shudder. Blake purred again,
and her buttocks flexed under Ed's palms.  
  
This was too much for the young man. He released his mother's ass with a
barely suppressed groan and doubled over, careful not to jostle the lounge
upon which she lay, as his cock lurched and bucked within the confines of his
shorts. A wet stain spread across the front of his shorts. Ed was paralyzed as
his orgasm took him, and he hoped fervently that his mother didn't notice,
didn't hear. Still his cock shuddered and spat its load, and as the warm,
gelid substance began to slip down his thigh, Ed recovered his motor skills.
He ran clumsily toward the house, his engorged cock never flagging, and burst
through the back door. He limped up to his room and collapsed in a heap on his
head, his heart pounding and a terrible shame washing over him.  
  
His mother's last words, carried on the wind as he ran into the house, were,
"But Eddie, what about my legs?"  
  
He recovered his senses hours later. He could tell because of the slant of the
sunbeams crossing the floor of his room. Ed groaned and sat up. He dragged his
dried and crusty shorts off himself with a wince. His dick looked raw and red
to his eyes, though he hadn't touched it. The morning's events replayed before
his eyes, and he shuddered with guilt and lust. Naked, he padded into his
bathroom and took a long, blisteringly hot shower. The spray of water struck
his skin like hot needles, and he tried to master his conflicting emotions.  
  
How could this be happening? he wondered. He was attracted to his mother --
not simply attracted, he amended with a self-recriminatory snarl, he wanted to
fuck her brains out, to jet his seed deep into her womb, to splatter her
amazing tits with gallons of semen, to stain her face and hair with his cum.
And she wanted him too, didn't she? That much had been apparent by the pool,
but whether that was conscious or not remained to be... no, Ed decided, it was
indeed conscious. His mother was seducing him.  
  
Madness! But was it? Since he accidentally saw her fuck the pool boy, she had
been unnaturally attentive to him. Dinner in that outfit, "accidentally"
brushing his leg, the missing shirt -- had she taken it? -- prancing around
naked by the pool, coating her tits and belly and thighs with the lotion and
then urging him to do her back... Ed's fevered thoughts paused. His cock was
rampant between his thighs. The hot water was almost painful as it struck his
delicate skin.  
  
Instinctively he gripped himself and began to stroke evenly, but then suddenly
yanked his hand away as if burned. What was she doing to him? His own mother!
But God, so fucking hot, so sensual, so unattainable.  
  
Ed shook water from his eyes and turned off the shower. The bathroom was
filled with steam, the mirror virtually opaque. Ed picked up a towel and dried
himself. He wrapped it around his waist and entered his room. The sun had
dropped dramatically while he deliberated in the shower, and twilight was fast
approaching. He looked around his room with a complete loss as to what to do.
Why hadn't he gone to Florida?  
  
A light knock sounded at his door. It was an unfamiliar sound. Both Amelie and
Sal had distinctive knocks, and since Ed did not recognize the sound, it could
only be...  
  
"Ed?" his mother's voice sounded through the door. "Are you up?"  
  
Ed opened his mouth, and found that despite the moisture in the air his throat
was dry. "Yes," he finally managed to croak, when he saw the doorknob start to
turn. It paused, and he knew his mother was waiting on the other side for him
to open the door.  
  
"I... I wanted to let you know that dinner would be ready in about a half
hour," Blake said hesitatingly. There was a foreign note in his mother's
voice, something like uncertainty. "I made it myself," she added, the
uncertainty in her tone growing. "I haven't done that in a while, but
considering the... circumstances, I gave Amelie and Salvador some time off."
She paused again, and a delicious shiver ran through Ed's body. Alone in the
house with his mother...  
  
"You will come down for dinner, won't you?" his mother said, almost pleading.  
  
"Yeah," Ed heard himself say. It was almost a whisper. "Yeah," he repeated,
louder. "Be there in a minute." Something like a throaty giggle sounded from
the other side of the door, and he heard his mother's light tread move down
the hall.  
  
Ed's heart hammered in his chest. What was he getting himself into? Madness.
Evil. Incest. The words burned into his brain. And yet... and yet... how
amazing would it be to make her cry out his name in passion? To see her eyes
glaze with lust as they looked upon him? To hold his mother in his arms they
no son ever should? The pressure from his growing cock loosened the simple
knot of his towel, and the wet fabric dropped to the floor with a slap. His
cock bounced against his abdomen with a similar sound.  
  
Feeling self-conscious, Ed pulled on a t-shirt and shorts and went downstairs
to meet his destiny. He had to stop and adjust himself twice before he made it
to the dining room.  
  
The dining room was empty, save for the two place settings on top of the
table. With some trepidation, Ed took his seat and stared at the door that led
to the kitchen. Nothing happened. After a while, Ed decided that sitting there
was doing no good, so he stood up and went into the kitchen. The room was
empty, save for a few pots bubbling on the stove. Frowning, Ed moved toward
the sink and looked out the window. There he found his mother, standing beside
the grill with a pair of tongs in one hand and a Long Island ice tea in the
other, grilling a pair of steaks. She wore her slinky red kimono, and perhaps
nothing else. Ed couldn't be sure.  
  
Blake turned her head, perhaps sensing the watcher, and when she saw Ed, she
smiled broadly, flashing perfect and pearly teeth. Ed felt his shorts
constrict tightly against his flesh. With a nod and a weak smile of his own,
Ed backed away from the window and back to the dining room.  
  
Ed leaned back in the chair and tapped his fingers along his thighs. It wasn't
too late to back out, he told himself. Soon it would be. If he dashed out now,
took a car into town and went to see a movie... but then he'd be dodging his
mother all week...  
  
The kitchen door swung open easily and his mother glided into the room, her
bare feet whispering across the wooden floor. Her perfume hit Ed like a
sledgehammer, and his cock lurched against the fabric of his shorts. Blake
smiled sweetly and set a bottle of Sam Adams on the table before Ed. A curl of
cold air rose from the rim of the bottle, and already condensation was forming
on the glass. Blake leaned over, flashing a generous amount of cleavage and
showing Ed that without a doubt the silk robe was indeed all she wore. Between
her breasts Ed caught a flash of her smooth belly and the mound beneath. Ed's
ability to speak momentarily left him.  
  
"I figured a beer would be alright with dinner," Blake purred. "With your
father gone, you're the man of the house. With all the privileges that post
entails." Her dark eyes fell upon his crotch and widened momentarily. Without
another word, she swished back out to the grill.  
  
Ed stared at the bottle of Sam for a long moment, then with something of a
resigned sigh, picked it up and took a long pull.  
  
He was halfway through the beer when his mother returned, laden with two
plates heaped high with steak, rice, and steamed broccoli. Her perfume washed
over him teasingly as she put his plate down before him. Involuntarily he
sniffed the air, and she touched his nose lightly with her forefinger. Ed
flushed scarlet.  
  
Dinner passed with little conversation. Not having eaten all day, Ed dug into
the meal with undisguised gusto. Blake ate carefully, watching her son
throughout the meal. She paused occasionally to freshen her drink or fetch Ed
another longneck. For his part, Ed tried not to look at her, but failed
spectacularly. Her amazing body, fresh scent, and beautiful face were too much
of a temptation. So he watched as her tits bobbed happily beneath her robe,
her necklace glinted, or her ass flexed tightly as she left the room. By the
third beer Ed decided that, guilt or no guilt, trepidation or no trepidation,
he simply had to have her.  
  
Perhaps she sensed this, for her bare foot brushed up against his calf once
more, and this time Ed didn't flinch. He moved his leg closer to the questing
foot. He earned an arched eyebrow and a bemused smile in return. Her toes
traced the line of his calf, and her foot crept its way up his leg. She slid
along his thigh.  
  
Ed had stopped eating, a chunk of steak wedged between teeth and cheek, fork
and knife gripped tightly in his fists. His mother's foot pressed against his
engorged cock, lightly at first but with growing pressure. Ed forced himself
to start chewing again. Blake sipped innocently at her drink while her foot
caressed him, urging him closer and closer to an explosion.  
  
Ed swallowed and set his utensils flat on the table. "I think I'm finished,"
he said, breathing heavily.  
  
The first and second toe of Blake's foot separated and traced the length of
Ed's engorged penis. "Oh?" she said. "Did you save room for dessert?"  
  
"What's for dessert?" Ed gasped.  
  
Blake's foot pressed hard into Ed's crotch once again, and she looked him
straight in the eye. Full lips curled into a secret smile. "Me, of course."  
  
"Of course," Ed repeated. It came out with something of a squeak that made his
mother laugh. Her foot retreated, and for a moment Ed thought he had made some
sort of mistake, but she when she stood up she held out her hand for him to
take.  
  
Ed pointed at the table and the plates, but Blake waved her hand. "Leave that
for the morning, we have more important things to concern ourselves with."  
  
She led him into the living room, of all places, with the low leather couches
and huge television and dark wood paneling. They stepped down into the room,
walked around the couch, and then Blake turned around and pressed her plush
and yielding body up against her son's. Her eyes bored into his with a
smoldering intensity. She cupped his chin with one hand, then traced his cheek
and threaded her fingers through his hair. Her breath tasted of alcohol and
her lips drew close to Ed's. His mouth parted slightly preparing for the kiss.  
  
But she surprised him. Her eyes flashed and she grinned impishly, and a moment
later she had pushed him down onto the couch with a thump and a creak of
leather. She pivoted on her heels and used her knees to gently push Ed's knees
apart. Blake leaned down and placed her palms on her son's shoulders, showing
again the amazing view down the center of her robe. Her heavy tits strained
against the fabric of the garment, and the ties fell against Ed's crotch. With
Ed's unwavering gaze locked on those delightful breasts, he barely noticed
when Blake lightly kissed his forehead, a dry, chaste, and motherly gesture.  
  
Blake had rarely kissed him. Indeed, she had rarely been this close to him,
and Ed could probably count the number of hugs he'd received from her on one
hand.  
  
The black mood that threatened at that thought never had a chance to fully
form, as Blake moved down his face and kissed the tip of Ed's nose. This time
he felt wetness as her lips parted slightly and her tongue darted out to taste
him. Then her lips were on his, and as he opened his mouth, her tongue surged
forward, wrestling with his own, tasting and teasing him. Ed found his hands
were on his mother's broad hips, kneading the flesh beneath. Her own hands had
left his shoulders and now threaded through his hair, pulling and pushing
against his head, trying to somehow get his face, his lips, his tongue closer
to her.  

Blake broke away, gasping for breath. There was a wildness in her eyes that
made Ed's throat constrict and his heart thunder in his chest. "Untie me," she
ordered, and without having to be told twice Ed tugged at the thin belt on her
robe and the garment split, revealing Blake's tanned and taut body. Her heavy
breasts fell against Ed's chest, warm and delightful weights, tipped by hard
nipples that dug into Ed insistently. Blake stood up shakily, breasts heaving
and shrugged out of the kimono. It made a bright red pool at her feet.  
  
Ed reached up for her, but she took his hands and put them back at his sides.
"Mmm-mmm," she said. "You had your hands all over me already today. It's my
turn now." Blake grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head, with some
help from Ed. She traced the lines of his pecs and abs with her fingertips and
kissed his nipples. With another impish grin that Ed was beginning to
recognize, and which raised his blood pressure every time he saw it, Blake
unsnapped his shorts and slowly dragged the zipper down. Ed groaned as the
pressure eased on his dick. The flap on his boxers parted and a length of
ironhard flesh could be glimpsed within. Blake licked her lips and eased her
hand inside. Her fingers danced along Ed's cock and then eased it free from
the confines of his clothing.  
  
Ed's cock throbbed hungrily in his mother's palm as it stood up proudly from
between his legs, a thick trunk of pale flesh topped with a swollen mushroom
head as red and brilliant as an apple. His cock wept precum from the tiny
opening, a thin trail of fluid that seeped into Blake's fingers as she
caressed his cock. Her eyes were wide and her mouth open as she explored him.
She dropped to her knees before the couch. She released his tumescence for a
moment, just long enough to peel the last shreds of clothing off his body, and
then returned to the main attraction.  
  
It waited eagerly for her touch. Ed felt as though her fingers burned him as
they glided along his length or cupped his heavy balls. "So big," Blake
gasped, "so beautiful." Ed couldn't help grinning at her words and flexed his
cock. It jumped in her hands, breaking the spell, and she looked up at him,
smiling broadly.  
  
"You like?" Ed said. He was gaining confidence with each taboo broken.
Anticipation of the final act was growing as well.  
  
"Yes," Blake said. "Mommy loves baby boy and his huge cock." The impish grin
flashed again. "You look good enough to eat." She suited actions to words,
fastening her full lips on the bulbous head of his member, sucking lightly on
his flesh. Her saliva mixed with his precum, creating a froth as she kissed
him. And licked him. And sucked him.  
  
Ed groaned. His cock throbbed with every beat of his heart. His hips jerked,
the urge to thrust, to drive his cock into her mouth impossible to resist. But
she controlled him with her hands and lips and tongue, even as she loved him
with the same. Blake kissed her way down his length and sucked lightly upon
his balls. Her hands caressed his thighs, where the muscles bunched and
jumped. Blake's tongue scraped its way back up to the head of his cock and her
mouth enveloped him in heat and moisture. Her nostrils flared as she fed more
and more of his rampant flesh into her mouth. Ed felt her throat constrict
around him and then her lips fastened around the base of his cock. She
swallowed, tightening her mouth and throat around him.  
  
"Jesus, Mom, fuck," he growled. His balls ached with the need to spend their
precious load, and he felt that end fast approaching.  
  
Then she released him, sweeping her mouth away and gasping for breath. A
string of saliva connected her lips and his cock for a heartbeat before it
snapped. Blake's eyes were bright and filled with lust. She licked her lips
and attacked him again, nibbling and sucking and slurping away at his cock.  
  
Once more Ed's cock fell from her mouth, slapping against his belly and
releasing a spray of precum across his abdomen that his mother kissed away.
She nuzzled his cock, rubbing him with her lips and cheeks and chin. "Give it
to mommy, baby," she rasped. "Give mommy your cum. Let me taste you, let me
feel you spurting in my mouth."  
  
"Almost," he gasped. He flexed his cock and it butted against her cheek.
"Almost there."  
  
Blake grinned. She lashed him with her tongue again and her ruby lips wrapped
around his purple head. Her hand cupped his scrotal sack and gently kneaded
his testes. Ed felt his balls tighten, his cock throb, and a shuddering
tightness at the base of his cock. Then he was cumming, a flood of semen that
splashed across Blake's tongue and into the back of her throat, almost choking
her before she could swallow. She was ready for the next release. Eyes bright,
she sucked the cum from his penis and swallowed eagerly, still kneading his
balls, urging the flood on and on.  
  
And on it came, each spurt as strong and copious as the one before it. Soon
Blake could not swallow fast enough, and the pearl white jism stained her lips
and dripped down her chin to splatter against the upper slopes of her heaving
tits. Still Ed came, shot after shot. His mother gave up any pretense of
trying to contain the flood, and finally released his cock from her mouth,
aiming it at her face and tits. Jism stained her tanned flesh, dripped from
the slopes of her tits and the peaks of her nipples. Finally the stream of cum
subsided, and Ed's hardness lost some of its strength.  
  
Blake scooped up pools of cum from her tits and fed them into her mouth with
her fingers. "I knew," she muttered as her tongue licked his seed from her
lips and chin and digits. "I knew you would be the best. My son, my blood. So
much cum." She looked up at him, her hair in disarray, her eyes wild, his cum
splashed across her upper body in trails and puddles. "I can't wait to fuck
you, baby."  
  
Ed's cock regained what little rigidity it had lost. "Why wait?" he asked,
throat dry.  
  
"After an explosion like that, you're still hard?" Blake murmured, eyes wide
and appraising the state of Ed's arousal. She picked up Ed's shirt and wiped
the remaining cum from her face and chest. She winked at him, adding, "You
ruin more shirts this way, but I don't want to stain my robe."  
  
"You did take my shirt," Ed said, surprised despite himself.  
  
"Of course," Blake said. She rose to her full, impressive height, heavy tits
bobbing as she moved. "How could I resist? When I saw you watching me from the
balcony, I knew I had to check, to see if it had aroused you as much as it
aroused me." She placed a foot beside Ed's leg on the couch cushion. The
leather squeaked beneath Ed's ass. "When I found the shirt soaked with your
cum, it made my pussy gush." The other leg came up as well, and Blake was
standing before Ed, her steaming pussy at eye level. She balanced herself by
gripping the back of Ed's head and pushing his face towards her cunt.  
  
"Now, eat your mother, baby," she commanded.  
  
Her lips were pink and fat beneath the neatly trimmed patch of red hair.
Golden moisture glinted on each fold of flesh, accompanied by a bewitching
scent. A deeper, brighter pink winked at Ed from within. He licked his lips
and gripped the back of his mother's thighs. Then, yielding to the pressure on
his head, he carefully kissed Blake's pussy. A flood of moisture answered the
invasion of his tongue as he teased her folds aside and tasted her.  
  
Blake moaned and pressed harder against the back of his head. "Oh yes, Eddie,
eat mommy's pussy." Ed's nose butted up against a hard nubbin of flesh.
Blake's thighs bunched and jumped beneath his hands and Ed heard a sharp
intake of breath. He allowed himself a grin at the knowledge he'd discovered
her clit, and then he attacked it with lips and teeth and tongue.  
  
"Oh! Jesus, Eddie!" Blake hissed. Her hands gripped his head tightly, fingers
threaded through his hair and kneading his skull. Her thighs clamped around
his face and her knees fell against his shoulders. "That's the spot, baby,"
Blake went on, her voice rising with each word. "Oh my son, the things you do
to me."  
  
Ed could barely breath but he did not flag. He began to hum as he sucked on
his mom's clit. Juice gushed from her pussy and stained his lips and chin. He
released her clit and levered his tongue into her, thrusting it like a cock.
He was still humming. Blake cried out, a high-pitched wordless screech. A
spray of pussy cream jetted into Ed's mouth and Blake's body shook. Her pelvis
fell away from him and she collapsed onto his body, shivering and shaking. Ed
held her, and she wrapped her arms around him. His hardened cock butted up
against her belly, leaving a trail of precum.  
  
Ed licked his mom's fluids from his lips and plucked a pubic hair from his
teeth. Blake finally looked up, her beautiful face and tits covered in a fine
sheen of sweat, her makeup unmarked save for the lipstick she had lost sucking
his cock. Her eyes were half-lidded and she had a dreamy look on her face.
Without a word she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. Her
heart pounded against his as her tits flattened on his chest.  
  
"That was... intense," Blake said at last, licking his chin. One hand pressed
his cock hard against her flat stomach. At this angle, the head brushed up
against the underside of her right tit. She brushed a fingertip across his
engorged head and brought a bead of precum to her lips.  
  
"Now, Eddie, it's time to fuck your dear old mother." She slid off his lap,
letting his cock bounce against his abdomen. She crouched on all fours on the
floor, wagging her full plush ass at her son. With an insolent grin Ed moved
onto the floor behind her. He gripped his cock with one hand and cupped her
ass with the other. Blake threw her bob back and looked over her shoulder at
her son. "I want you inside me," she said. "NOW."  
  
The head of Ed's cock nudged up against Blake's pussy. This was it, the moment
of truth. Dare he go through with it? Dare he fuck his own mother? Even after
all that had happened, Ed hesitated.  
  
But Blake did not. She thrust her hips backward, and her steaming sex
swallowed Ed's cock. Both moaned in unison as Ed filled Blake's slick passage.
Heat and moisture enveloped him as his mom's pussy opened up for him.
Conscious thought fled, and instinct took over. Ed grabbed Blake's hips and
fucked into her, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her. Blake's ass
shook with each thrust, and she loosed a loud, low moan.  
  
Ed pistoned into his mother's juicy cunt. Her folds gripped and sucked at him,
urging him deeper and deeper. He felt her fingers brush against his length as
it drove into her. She brushed against her clit and then continued on,
grabbing Ed's swinging testes and giving them a light squeeze. Ed's speed
increased.  
  
He half bent forward and reached under Blake to cup her swinging tits. Her
nipples dug into his palms as the comfortable weight of her breasts rested in
his hands. "Yes," Blake hissed, "play with my titties, baby. Fuck your mother,
Eddie. Give it her, give mommy all your cock, every hard inch, ever...
fucking... inch!"  
  
Ed complied, hammering into her again and again. Her scalding cunt opened up,
searing his flesh, and the spongy head of his cock butted up against a slight
bit of resistance. When it happened, Blake suddenly froze and threw her head
back. "No one... ever... so fucking deep," she gasped, and then her whole body
was shaking and shivering as another orgasm seized hold of her. "I'm...
cumming," she gasped unnecessarily.  
  
Ed didn't pause. He hammered home again, and this time the slight resistance
opened up and Ed's thick cock sank into his mother to the hilt. Blake's hips
jumped and thrust back against him as she mewled something incoherent. When
she looked over her shoulder at him, her cheeks were streaked with tears but
her eyes were bright with lust, and she was biting her lower lip. She made
strange sounds as she fucked back at him. Her hot, moist channel gripped and
caressed his length, urging him ever onward.  
  
Blake's head dropped as her body seized up and shook again, overcome with
pleasure. Ed's cock bottomed out again and Blake screamed. "Oh fuck," she
cried. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck mommy, baby. Keep fucking me and never ever
stop."  
  
He had reached the roof of her womb, Ed realized. He had never been this deep
inside a woman before. The girls he'd fucked before hadn't the capacity,
couldn't deal with his size. But his mother could. He fit her perfectly, and
she him. Cruel fate.  
  
Ed's head pounded and his breath came in short gasps. His own explosion was
fast approaching. Ed fucked into Blake harder, his butt cheeks clenching tight
with each jabbing thrust. Every time his cockhead bumped against the top of
her womb, Blake uttered a little wordless cry. She was shivering with near
constant mini-orgasms now, and a froth of juice stained Ed's balls and the
base of his cock. Ed had released her tits and now held her hips once more to
brace himself as he fucked.  
  
Ed's cock swelled fatter, harder, bigger. Deep within Blake's molten core,
Ed's cock expanded. He felt a tightness at the base of his cock and his balls
pulled up against his shaft. Blake's pussy clamped tight around Ed's raging
meat and he drove in as deep as he could reach. "Oh fuck, Mom," he growled,
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming inside you!"  
  
"Yes, son!" she answered, breathless. "Give mommy all your cum!"  
  
Ed's cock shuddered and spat its precious payload. A steaming, shining ribbon
of jism sprayed from its swollen head, coating his mother's insides. With each
gasping breath, each thundering pound of his heart, another scalding jet of
cum sprayed from his cock, into Blake's depths. It was the same as before, his
raging column of manhood simply came and came, with a nearly inexhaustible
supply of semen. It filled Blake to overflowing, pouring out of her cunt and
flowing down her thighs. Ed felt his cum splatter his own balls and mat his
pubic hair as it slid out of Blake's burning pussy. And still he came, wad
after wad, never faltering, never flagging.  
  
Then, at last, the flood subsided. Blake's fingers gripped his balls and
squeezed, urging out the last few precious drops. Ed, insensate, collapsed on
his mother's back and pressed her into the floor. She cooed and purred beneath
him, but the sounds did not register on her son. Ed slipped out of
consciousness.  
  
He came to some time later, still stretched out on the floor. He groaned,
rubbed his eyes and looked around. His mother was beside him, half-sitting up.
Her eyes were mostly shaded by her red mane, but she appeared to be looking
down upon him, her expression inscrutable. Despite their shared nudity, Ed
began to feel self-conscious. "What?" he said.  
  
Blake merely shook her head and looked away. She moved languorously to her
feet, putting on a little show for her son as she stretched out her
magnificent body. Her thighs and pussy were stained with moisture, and when Ed
looked at his own crotch, he found matted hair and a limp and raw looking
penis. Ed folded himself into a sitting position, his self-consciousness
growing. It was beginning to register on him as well that he had just fucked
his mother.  
  
Blake reached down a hand and Ed took it. He allowed her to pull him to his
feet. "Let's go for a swim," she said.  
  
The pool glowed an eerie cool blue under the deepening night sky. Blake padded
to the edge and without preamble dove in, her graceful body knifing through
the water with barely a splash. Ed eased himself, wincing as he sank into the
bracing water. He watched as his mother began to swim slow laps. She glided
along, stretching her limbs and muscles, washing off the sweat and coital
fluids. Ed finally began to imitate her movements. He pushed off into the pool
and paddled around a bit. To his surprise, he began to feel refreshed.  
  
Blake glided towards the shallow end on her back and came to rest on the
steps. She swept a hand through her sodden hair and cupped a tit, giving it a
little bounce. The temperature of the water ensured that her nipples were rock
hard.  
  
Ed made his way to her side, but settled onto the steps a foot away from her.
He looked askance at her. Blake had dropped her head back, and she was staring
at the stars.  
  
"So," he said.  
  
"Mmm?"  
  
"Why?"  
  
Blake turned her head and focused her dark eyes on him. "Why what?"  
  
Ed blushed. "Why did you... Why did you seduce me?"  
  
She laughed. "Why not?"  
  
Ed looked away. That was not the answer he had expected. He frowned, feeling a
kind of frustrated anger brewing deep in his gut. Blake touched his arm,
drawing his attention back to her.  
  
"You know I'm a slut," she said without regret. "You saw me the other day. You
have an idea what I'm like. I've fucked men and women, sometimes with
multiples of both. I've been a swinger, a dom and a sub. I've done just about
everything there is to do, except incest and beastiliaty. I'm lucky I saw you
on the balcony yesterday, or else I'd probably be down at the stables doing
something horrid."  
  
Ed looked at his mother with horror. "Jesus Christ," he said. He splashed back
on to the deck and headed into the house, leaving wet footprints on the
cement. He went straight to his room, pulled on some clothes, and grabbed his
bags. He starting packing, throwing anything he thought he'd need into them.
He hoped Tully and Rodney and the rest of the guys wouldn't mind if he showed
up at Key West after all. Maybe he would just get a hotel room in town until
break was over.  
  
A knock sounded at his door. Ed ignored it. It came again, more insistent.
"Ed," his mother called. "Edward, answer me."  
  
Ed released an exasperated sigh and turned to the door. "What!" he shouted.
"What more could you possibly want from me, you miserable fucking whore?!"  
  
Silence. Then, barely audible, his mother's voice. "I wanted to apologize for
what I said... it was... I wanted to give you a complete answer to your
question." She paused. "If you still want to hear it."  
  
He should tell her to fuck off and leave this house forever. He'd had enough
of her bullshit, her coldness, her manipulation. But there was a certain note
of genuine regret in her voice that caught Ed's ear. And he began to remember
how she felt beneath him, how he felt inside her, and he found himself going
to the door.  
  
When he opened the door, he found his mother standing there stark naked,
dripping with water. Her red hair was slicked back, her face scrubbed clean of
makeup, her brown eyes seemingly devoid of guile. She stared at him for a long
moment, hands folded before her. Though she and Ed were roughly the same
height, there was something in the way she stood there that made her look
small and vulnerable. She almost shrank from the baleful look that Ed could
not contain.  
  
"I didn't lie before," she began. Ed's face hardened, and she quickly added,
"But I didn't tell you the whole truth."  
  
Ed swallowed. "Go on."  
  
She looked up at him. "Can I... can I come in?" Without a word Ed stepped
aside, and Blake stepped into the room. She sat down on the edge of his bed,
eyes widening slightly as she took in his hastily packed bags. She looked at
him then, her eyes suddenly sad and her face totally open. Ed found his
righteous anger beginning to dissipate, and he fought to keep it alive.  
  
"I am a slut," Blake began. "I always have been. It's how I ended up with your
father. When he asked me to marry him, I sort of cleaned up my act, but
neither of us got hitched for love so I didn't feel I owed him a total
makeover. Your father wanted a wife to further his career, to create the image
of a family man, and I was attracted to his money and power. Trophy wife?
Sure, but it worked for us. Then Richard decided we had to complete the family
image and have a baby."  
  
Blake looked up at him, and actually flinched at the hurt on Ed's face. "I
didn't want to be a mother," she said. Ed winced, but Blake plowed on. "But I
went along with it. It was the worst nine months of my life. I had to give up
drinking, smoking, and fucking. I almost went out of my mind. When you were
born, I resented you terribly. I wanted as little to do with you as possible,
and went back to being a slut, trying to make up for lost time."  

Ed forced himself to look at her. He was surprised to see tears in her eyes.
"By the time I realized what a horrible, unforgivable wrong I had done to you,
that I wanted to change my ways, I found it was too late. You didn't want
anything to do with either me or your father. You looked at Sal and Amelie the
way you should have looked at us, Richard had packed you off to the private
schools, and I had missed out on what should have been the greatest thing to
happen to me. I didn't know how to be a mother anyway, I decided, and you were
better off without my interference."  
  
"Mom..." Ed heard himself say, but Blake held up a finger.  
  
She was weeping openly now, her voice thick with emotion. "Don't interrupt or
I'll never finish." She took a deep breath and plowed on. "I didn't know how
to make up for my failure or even if I could, so I decided to keep away. I
could give you gifts, at least, and make sure you never wanted for anything.
That much I could do. But be a mother? Beyond my capacity."  
  
She sniffed, and tried to wipe tears away with the back of her hand. "Then I
saw you watching me, and a terrible idea formed in my head. I checked your
room when you went down to dinner. I found your shirt, and I knew that I had
excited as much as the idea of you watching excited me. Then it occurred to me
that there was a way for me to connect with you after all these years, the
only way I know to share myself with a man."  
  
She shrugged and held her hands out. "So, I seduced you. We fucked like
animals, maybe the best fuck of my entire, wasted life, and now you hate me.
And rightly so." She held it together long enough to speak those words, but
then started balling, burying her head in her hands.  
  
Ed stared at her. Was this genuine? Was this honest? Had she told the truth?
Could anyone fake that much emotion? Despite himself, he dropped to one knee
beside her and put his arms around her, holding her tightly and rocking gently
as she cried. After a bit, she was able to get her arms around him. While her
full breasts pressed into his chest, she cried into his shoulder, tears
darkening his t-shirt. "I'm so sorry, Eddie," she said. "So sorry."  
  
"Ssh," Ed said, rocking her. "I don't hate you Mom. I may get angry at you
once in a while, I may resent you a lot of the time, but I don't hate you."  
  
Blake sniffled sharply and looked up into his eyes. "Why not?" she asked
weakly.  
  
Ed shrugged, surprised at the question, as just about everything this woman
did surprised him. "Because you're my mom," he said. Blake started crying
again, but she was smiling as the tears ran down her cheeks.  
  
"Thank you, baby," she whispered.  
  
He surprised them both when he kissed her, probing at her full lips with his
tongue and tasting her tears. She kissed him back, tentatively at first, but
then with growing strength and passion.  
  
When they came up for air, she said, "I'm a mess."  
  
"You're beautiful," he told her.  
  
She laughed, and her eyes grew moist, threatening to tear again. "I don't
deserve you."  
  
"Maybe," he agreed. "But you're stuck with me. What are you going to do about
it?"  
  
Blake looked deeply into her son's eyes. "I'm going to love you as best as I
can." She kissed him again, fiercely. Hard nipples dug into Ed's chest. "Make
love to me, Eddie. Love your mother, and let her love you."  
  
He pushed her back onto the bed and stood up, stripping himself out of his
clothes. She spread across the mattress, pushing his bags onto the floor with
audible thumps.  
  
Ed pressed his lips against his mother's forehead, then kissed her upturned
nose, and kissed her lips, slipping his tongue inside to wrestle with hers.
She arched into him, forcing her tits into his chest and pressing his hardened
cock against her belly. Ed continued moving downward, sliding his body along
his mother's, kissing her chin and throat and trailing his tongue through the
valley between her breasts. He paused there and dragged his tongue along her
tits, tasting chlorine. He nipped her dark nipples with his teeth and sucked
her nipples between his lips. He peppered kisses all along the pendulous and
plush expanse of her bosom.  
  
Blake threaded her fingers through his hair and pressed his head into her
breasts. She gasped with delight with every contact of lips to flesh. Her hips
hitched against her son's, her nearly bare pubis rubbing provocatively against
his engorged manhood. He knew she wanted him to slot his cock into her cunt,
even sensed her reaching down to guide him inside her, but he caught her
hands. He wasn't through.  
  
He abandoned her breasts and moved downward, kissing her smooth, soft belly
and teasing her cute belly button with his tongue. Blake hissed when his lips
touched her pussy. Her sweet nectar was flowing in copious amounts. Ed kissed
and licked it away, slurping noisily at her engorged cunt lips. He found her
clit and nuzzled it, eliciting a moan from Blake that weakened Ed's knees. He
attacked her clit with gusto, sucking, nipping and licking, driving his mother
mad with pleasure and drawing out her first shuddering orgasm.  
  
Blake kneaded the back of Ed's head. She drew him back up her body and kissed
him. "No one makes me cum like that," she said breathlessly. "Just your touch
sets me on fire, but you know just where my buttons are, and you push them so
very well."  
  
He looked into her eyes and saw only honest emotion, raw and unrefined, but
genuine. "You bring out the best in me," he said, and kissed her.  
  
"There's something else I want to bring out of you," she growled. Now when she
grabbed at his cock he didn't stop her. She pushed his swollen head against
her steaming furrow. Slowly, Ed sank into her. Blake's mouth dropped open and
her eyes rolled back momentarily, then refocused on his face. She swallowed
him whole, her inner muscles gripping and urging him along, drawing him deeper
and deeper. He found that slight resistance again. Blake bit her lip. She
opened up, and a heartbeat later Ed bottomed out against the roof of her womb.  
  
Her eyes opened, looking deeply into his own. "I love you Eddie. Never doubt
that." Her thighs clamped around his hips and her calves and heels pressed
into the hard muscles of his ass.  
  
"I love you too, Mom," he said and began to fuck her. Slowly at first, but
with growing speed. Her hips met his every thrust, her thighs and calves and
heels urging him on with every thrust. He watched her as they fucked, watched
as her face contorted with pleasure, as she cried out in lust, as she looked
upon him and bathed him with her love. She was crying again, even as she
fucked back at him. He kissed her tears away and continued to hammer his iron
hard slab of meat into her heated box, again and again and again. Her heat,
her moisture, her inner muscles surrounded and absorbed him, sucked him deep
and caressed him.  
  
He felt her seize up beneath him, her nails digging sharp into his arms and
back, her heels digging into his ass. She threw her head back. "Fuck! Fuck!
I'm cumming! My son is fucking me and I am cuuuuummmmmiiiinnnngggggg!!!!" She
thrashed under him, her entire lush body simultaneously limber and rigid as
the orgasm took her. Ed paused, panting, until her climax subsided. Then he
started fucking her again, pounding into her pussy. His heavy balls slapped
against her ass. Her pussy squelched as he withdrew and drove inside again.  
  
She grabbed his cheeks and pulled him to her, kissing him savagely. She bit
into his lip by accident and he drew back. "Sorry," she said. He grinned and
kissed her again.  
  
He was... he was... he felt whole for the first time in his life. Happy.
Complete. It was insane, it made no sense whatsoever. He had been missing his
mother all his life, not a lover, and yet here she was, one and both the same,
and Ed felt as though his heart would burst. But it was something else that
finally gave.  
  
He felt the sperm churning in his balls. His scrotum drew up tight and his
cock expanded deep within his mother's molten core. He felt the base of his
cock tighten and he lost the rhythm, jamming himself as far inside Blake as he
could reach.  
  
She knew what was coming and urged him off. "Oh yes, Eddie! Give me your cum,
give it all to me, every fucking drop! I need my son's cum, need it so bad!"  
  
"Take it!" he growled. "Take it, Mom!" He spat his precious payload, a thick
rope of creamy jism that splattered his mother's womb. Another, just as strong
and powerful, came immediately after. And another. And another. The pleasure
was so intense, Ed blacked out for a moment, but Blake felt every throbbing
pulse, felt her pussy overflow with her son's cum, felt it drip from her
weeping pussy onto her asscrack and the bedcovers. She held Ed as he shuddered
and came, making little wordless sounds, kissing him lightly on his sweating
forehead and cheeks.  
  
When his flood subsided, he rolled off her. His dick slid from her with a
faint sucking sound and he looked at her with a dreamy expression in his eyes.
Blake cupped her pussy to keep his precious gift from leaking out of her. She
folded into his arms, and soon both of them were asleep.  
  
A sunbeam crossing his face woke Ed from his slumber. He cracked one eye open
and craned his neck to see his gorgeous mother sleeping peacefully beside him.
Ed smiled.  
  
Epilogue  
  
Spring break was a nearly two month old memory, a blur of sex and cum and
love, and Ed was back at Sorenson until the end of the semester. It was going
to be tough making it to summer without anyone to fuck, but Ed had extracted a
promise from Blake to remain just as celibate, and he wouldn't be the first to
go back on his word. No matter how much Ellie Pewterschmidt flirted with him.
It had taken some doing, getting Blake to swear off casual sex with pool boys
or any other available cock, but Ed had convinced her. She did want to turn
over a new leaf, she just didn't believe she had the strength to go through
with it. Ed promised her that she would, and she eventually seemed to believe
him.  
  
She called frequently during the week to see how he was doing. She taught him
all there was to know about phone sex and promised pleasures untold when he
graduated and came home for the summer. "Home." The word suddenly had genuine
meaning to Ed.  
  
One afternoon while studying in his room, the phone rang. Ed answered it
automatically, his brain still concerned with sines and cosines. But his brain
switched gears when he recognized his mother's breathy voice.  
  
"Hey baby," she said. There was an odd note in her voice that made Ed uneasy.  
  
"Mom," he said. "Is something wrong?"  
  
She paused, and he could almost hear her thinking. Had his father discovered
their relationship? Had Sal or Amelie put two and two together?  
  
"Yes," she said at last, and it took Ed a moment to realize she was answering
his spoken question and not the silent ones. "I'm late."  
  
"Late? Late for what?"  
  
Blake took a deep breath. "My period."  
  
The words sank into Ed's mind. He grew very still.  
  
"Ed? Are you still there?"  
  
"Yes," he said, finding his voice. "You're... pregnant?"  
  
"It looks that way."  
  
"How did this happen?" he asked.  
  
Blake snorted. "I thought I already taught you about the birds and the bees."  
  
"Not that," Ed snapped. "I thought you were on birth control. I never would
have... I mean, I thought..."  
  
"Relax, Ed," she said. "I was. I guess you're a lot more potent than either of
us thought. You did dump an awful lot of that stuff inside me."  
  
Ed turned red. "Yeah, well. Shit. Are you sure it's mine?" Once the words were
out of his mouth, he knew they were the wrong thing to say.  
  
"Well, I can't really get it tested, can I?" Blake said sharply. "But trust
me. I've been good, there's been no one since you, and before you I was
careful not to let any of my partners cum inside me." Her voice softened.
"You're the father, baby."  
  
Ed thought furiously. "I... I... I'm not ready to be a father," he stammered.  
  
"Careful, tiger," Blake cautioned. "That's what I thought when I had you,
remember." She paused, then added more softly, "I didn't mean it the way it
sounded. But the point is, you can't be allowed to be the father anyway.
Richard is livid, thinks its one of my flings, and he wants me to get rid of
it."  
  
Ed swallowed. "What do you want?"  
  
Blake sighed. "I want a second chance to be a mom. A good mom. So what I need
from you is to be a brother. I need you to stand up to your father and tell
him you want a sibling. He can't hold out against the both of us. Can you do
that for me, baby?"  
  
Ed thought for a moment. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, Mom, I can do that." He
laughed suddenly. "I'm going to be a brother?"  
  
Blake's laugh answered his own. "Thank you, Eddie. God, I love you."  
  
"I love you too, Mom. I love you too."




        Idle Rich: Booty Call


_An Oedipus County Tale  
  
This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely
coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's
all pretend, folks.  
  
This is a sequel to an earlier tale, "Idle Rich." You may want to visit that
first, although the author hopes that his writing ability has improved in the
intervening years._  
  
*****  
  
On a warm, spring Sunday afternoon, Edward Richmond sat at his desk in his
dorm room at prep school, studying for his math final. The room was plain but
spacious, as he and his roommate Rodney had agreed at the start of their
senior year to stack their beds, freeing up a good portion of the room. The
walls were decorated with posters of sports teams, bands, and beautiful women.
Edward's portion of the room was slightly cleaner and less strewn with dirty
clothes, papers, and books than Rodney's.  
  
A slim laptop sat at Ed's elbow as he pored over his textbook, trying to
memorize math theorems and formulae. It was difficult business. He had
squandered most of the fall, forcing him to take on a bigger course load for
the spring semester in order to ensure he would graduate with his friends. So
there was a lot riding on his ability to pass his math final. Or any of his
finals, but Ed was having trouble concentrating. Ed wasn't the best of
students to begin with, and lately his mind had a tendency to wander away from
his studies.  
  
Only a few weeks ago, his mother had called to inform him that she was
pregnant.  
  
In and of itself, this was not earth-shattering news. While Ed's father
Richard Richmond was a good twenty years older than his wife Blake, he
retained a level of vitality that most sixty-somethings could only envy. And
Blake herself, a vivacious, insanely sexy middle-aged woman, was certainly
capable of producing more children.  
  
But the simple truth was that Richard Richmond was not the father of Blake
Richmond's next child. Ed Richmond was.  
  
Not only had Ed fucked the last woman he ever should, his own mother, but he
had also planted his seed in her womb, and a new life was growing there. The
fact that he was merely eighteen, only weeks from his high school graduation,
and in no way ready to be a "father," was really a minor complaint in the
grand scheme of things.  
  
So Ed was studying. Trying desperately to ignore the strange spiral into
madness that his life had taken. But he couldn't quite do it. Every time he
tried to concentrate, his mind kept drifting back to that spring break just
months ago, when his mother had seduced him, and he had gladly, willingly, and
joyfully dived into her sensual world of frequent, messy bouts of conjugal
bliss. They had fucked three or four times a day, every day, until he had to
return to his boarding school. He'd dumped so much potent teenage cum into her
womb that whatever birth control she'd claimed to be on had been unequal to
the task.  
  
Ed's father, apparently generally accepting of his wife's frequent infidelity,
wanted the child terminated. Blake wished to keep it, to have a second chance
at being the mother she had failed to be for Ed himself. She had entreated Ed
to assist her in changing Richard's mind. Ed had never been able to influence
his father before, or had much of a relationship with him at all, really, but
Ed tried his best. Over the phone. With his stomach churning anxiously as
every lying word stumbled over his tongue, pretending that he had no idea who
the real father was, or cared to know.  
  
Ed's life was a fucking mess, all things considered. What did a math final
really matter, compared to what was going on with his parents and himself? Ed
caught himself about to slam his textbook shut and forced himself to focus on
it again.  
  
Unconsciously, Ed pulled his phone out of his back pocket. He pulled up his
photos and began to thumb through the sexts his mother had been sending him.
The latest one showed her about to take a shower after a run, clad in a
tightly packed black sports bra and yoga pants. He felt himself starting to
harden while he admired her curves. Lust, guilt, and fear were his constant
companions. All too often, lust won the tug-of-war in his heart. Some days it
was a near thing, though.  
  
A sudden light knock at his door distracted him. Puzzled, Ed looked at the
door for a moment, wondering if he imagined the noise. But it came again, soft
but insistent, and at last Ed climbed to his feet and stumbled over to the
door. He pulled it open, unprepared for the visitor that awaited him on the
other side.  
  
"Mom?!"  
  
"Surprised?" she said lightly. Ever the show-off, she struck a pose in the
hallway, one hand on her right hip, the other in the air.  
  
Blake Richmond was a woman who exuded sensuality. She had the face of a model
and the body of a porn star. High cheekbones, full lips, warm brown eyes,
subtly applied but distinctive make-up. Her red-gold bob had grown out, into a
tangle of curls that brushed her shoulders  
  
She wore a black blouse, unbuttoned at the throat, to show a little more than
a hint of cleavage. The shirt was loose, but could not hide the high thrust of
her full breasts or the little bump of her belly. A large diamond pendant on a
gold chain hung from her throat, pointing directly into that cavernous
cleavage. She also wore a loose tan skirt that fell to her knees, black hose,
and tan three inch heels that gave her lovely legs definition and made her
slightly taller than her son.  
  
Ed had a moment to take her in, and then she was in his arms, all lush curves
and roaming hands and full lips pressing against Ed's, her tongue forcing its
way down his throat. He staggered back under her onslaught, instinctively
wrapping his arms around her. His heart hammered in his chest, thrilled at her
closeness, her pulchritude, her brazen femininity.  
  
But he pushed her away. "What are you doing here?" he said, gasping.  
  
"Mmmm," Blake purred, her agile pink tongue swiping across her upper lip. She
half-turned to close the door and then faced Ed once more, smiling a secret
smile, eyes alight with love and lust. "Aren't you happy to see me, Eddie?"  
  
"Yes, of course I am. I'm just surprised. It's not like you've ever visited me
at school before."  
  
She frowned. She even managed to make that look pretty. "I know, and I'm sorry
about that." The smile returned. "But there's no time like the present to make
some changes. Besides, I needed to see my man."  
  
She moved in closer and kissed him again. "You don't know how much I've missed
you baby." Another kiss. "Mommy has been going absolutely crazy without her
baby boy's big cock. Phone sex and dirty pictures can only do so much. I need
to feel your arms around me, taste your lips, have you inside me where you
belong."  
  
Ed's dick, already hard, throbbed happily at his mother's words, delivered in
a breathy, sexy whisper in between kisses.  
  
"Mom," Ed said, trying to push her away, "we can't do anything here. My
roommate could be back any minute. And... and... I have studying to do!"  
  
"Edward Orville Richmond!" Blake said sharply. "Don't try to weasel out of
this. It's your fault I'm in this state. I'm so fucking horny I can barely
think. And you made me swear off any other men - or women. Plus, you put this
baby in my belly, and being pregnant just makes me hornier than usual. And I'm
usually pretty horny. Don't try to talk your way out of it. You are going to
fuck your mother senseless, and that's final."  
  
Hearing Blake use her "mom voice," which almost never happened, just made Ed's
cock throb even harder. But the risk of getting caught was too much. The dorm
walls were thin, and he knew how much of a screamer his mother was. Plus
Rodney or the other guys really could come by at any moment.  
  
"Mom, I can't, I really can't. This is crazy."  
  
"Do you want me to beg?" Blake said, breathless. She slithered down to the
floor, kneeling at her son's feet. "I'm not too proud to beg, baby." Her
fingers found the buckle of Ed's belt and fumbled with the clasp. "Mommy needs
a good, hard fucking from her baby boy. Mommy needs to feel her son's big,
thick, juicy cock sliding deep inside her, reaching places no man has ever
touched before. Mommy needs a thick load of your jism soaking into her womb."  
  
The belt came free and the zipper rasped downward. Ed offered no resistance,
his will crumbling under his mother's sexual onslaught. With an evil,
triumphant smile, Blake tugged Ed's shorts and underwear down to his knees.
His big, veiny cock bounced up and bumped against her chin. Precum made the
angry head shiny. A dollop appeared at the tip and began to drip downward.
Blake caught it with her tongue.  
  
"Mmm," she moaned. "A tasty morsel." She looked up at him, eyes bright and
shining, while his massive erection cast a shadow across her pretty features.
The slim fingers of her left hand encircled the base of his cock. "What do you
think, baby? Can you help Mommy out?"  
  
Ed growled. He flexed his cock, making it pulse in his mother's hand. A thick
pearl of precum jetted out and splattered against her cheek.  
  
"I'll take that as a 'yes'," she said, as her lips widened to swallow him
whole. The thick plum-head of Ed's dick sank into his mother's mouth. Her
cheeks hollowed as she sucked him deeper. He skimmed across her undulating
tongue and drilled effortlessly into her throat. Her saliva slickened his
length, and her mouth was hot around his fevered flesh.  
  
Ed stood over her, watching her nose sink into the neatly trimmed thatch of
pubic hair at the base of his cock. His mother apparently had no gag reflex at
all, a fact that never ceased to amaze him. He suppressed a groan, but his
cock throbbed hungrily in her mouth, sending jets of precum directly down her
throat. Blake began to hum, while also sliding her head backward and forward,
slowly fucking her son's cock with her lips and mouth.  
  
Ed gripped Blake's shoulders with his hands. He wanted to thread his fingers
through her hair and really fuck her face, but he tried that once, and she
hadn't enjoyed it. But whatever she did with her mouth was always amazing, so
it didn't bother him.  
  
The only sounds in the room were Ed's ragged breathing and the schlucking and
slurping noises from Blake as she sucked on her son's mighty prick. Ed looked
at the closed door, wondering if Rodney would be returning to their room soon,
whether he and his mother would be caught in the act. The thought was
strangely exciting, causing Ed's cock to throb hungrily in Blake's mouth.  
  
He looked down into her eyes and saw them crinkling at the edges. She couldn't
smile with her mouth stretched wide by his girth, but she was clearly enjoying
this, almost as much as Ed himself. He found himself grinning, and flexed his
cock in her gullet. Blake made an odd sound and then slid her mouth completely
off.  
  
Blake licked her full lips, stained with precum. "Looks like the pump is
primed," she said. "Time to pump Mommy."  
  
She rose to her full height, unzipped her skirt, let it fall, and stepped out
of it. What Ed had assumed to be black pantyhose turned out to be thigh-high
stockings with a flowery edging. Blake had powerful, smooth legs, bronzed and
lovely, and as she turned, she revealed a black thong that left her tight,
gorgeous backside fully exposed. She looked over her shoulder with a sexy
smile as she yanked her thong down her legs and kicked it free.  
  
She bent at the waist, laying head and elbows on top of the lower bunk. That
bed happened to be Rodney's, which somehow made the whole scene even dirtier.
But Ed barely noticed, only having eyes for the engorged pink lips between his
mother's legs, shining with her own fluids and begging to be fucked.  
  
Ed stepped behind her, kicking his legs free of his own clothes. He cupped the
globes of Blake's ass, giving them a squeeze that elicited a moan and a wiggle
from his mother. His hands slid up under the tails of her blouse and wrapped
around her waist. He adjusted her angle, and she spread her legs wider,
bending at the knee slightly. As she did, Ed felt a warm wetness nudge against
his cockhead.  
  
Blake freed an arm and reached beneath her to grasp at Ed's pulsing cock. She
fitted the plum-head into her slot, spreading her lips wide to accept him. "Oh
God, baby, fuck Mommy good and hard."  
  
With an insolent grin, Ed hitched his hips forward. He sank into his mother's
depths with one smooth thrust that threw her against the bed. She screamed
into the bedcovers and mattress, trying to muffle her expression of ecstasy.  
  
Ed stood still for a moment, savoring the feel of his mother's boiling hot
cunt. It was like coming home. He had missed this, more than he realized.
Whatever else was going on in his head, whatever else was going wrong in his
life, this at least felt right. Even if it shouldn't.  
  
Ed began to fuck his mother with slow, even strokes. His cock plunged
repeatedly into her heated depths, stirring her liquid insides. Her gorgeous,
plump ass rippled with each impact, eliciting a moan from Blake.  
  
Her voice, muffled by the bedsheets and mattress, still carried in the
confines of the small dorm room. "Oh, Eddie! Fuck that big cock into Mommy!
I've needed this so badly! I've missed having my pussy hammered by my baby! A
little faster, Eddie, Mommy's getting close!"  
  
She really did need it badly, if she was so close already. Although, Blake
never had a problem getting off. Something to do with Kegel exercises, Ed sort
of recalled. She could be set off like a string of firecrackers sometimes.  
  
Ed grunted and picked up the pace as requested. He gripped his mother's wide
hips and slammed his pelvis forward again and again, his thick pulsing cock
driving deeper and deeper with each rapid thrust. Ed admired his mother's
curving backside as he bounced against it. He wished he could see her tits,
but her ass was almost as perfect as her rack.  
  
Suddenly Blake was cumming, hard. Her cunt walls tightened around Ed's shaft
and her fluids boiled over, soaking into his heated flesh, inundating his
thighs and cockfur. Ed didn't slow, but continued his relentless pounding.
Blake writhed beneath him, moaning and shuddering. She stretched her hands out
claw-like and gripped the sheets of Rodney's bed as her hips shook and
shivered.  
  
Was she still cumming, or cumming again? Ed couldn't tell. As the sweat
dripped from his forehead he grinned savagely. If his mother needed a good
fucking, he was going to give it to her. He started moving faster, thrusting
harder, and he felt her respond. Blake's hips moved to her son's rhythm, while
she buried her head and moaned obscenities into the sheets.  
  
All too soon he felt the tightness building at the base of his cock, spurred
on by the slick tightness of his mother's convulsing pussy. He gripped Blake's
hips tightly and hammered his cock into her with increasing frenzy, until he
seized up, buried deep into her weeping cunt, his cock expanding. He exploded
into his mother's molten core, thick ribbons of pearly white jism spiraling
out from his cockhead with each pulsing throb. Blake shook and shuddered with
as each viscous wad impacted against her insides. She started moaning low,
almost keening, as her son emptied his testes inside her.  
  
Both of them gasping, shaking, suddenly weak and sated, collapsed into one
another on the lower bunk. Ed's final few salvos fired deep in his mother's
pussy as he fought to catch his breath.  
  
They lay there in a heap for long moments until Ed struggled to his feet. He
pulled himself free from Blake's clutching pussy with a wet schlucking sound.
Blake slithered onto her knees and turned, a blissful, relaxed look on her
beautiful features.  
  
She reached out and took hold of Ed's softening cock at its thick base.
Immediately he began to stiffen again. Blake leaned forward and sucked the
sensitive head between her lips, slurping off their combined juices and
swallowing noisily. Ed gasped at her touch, shivering at the delicate
solicitude of Blake's lips and tongue as she cleaned him.  
  
Slowly his length sank between her lips once more. But she worked softly now,
without urgency, simply tasting them together. When her nose was buried in his
sparse thatch, matted with their fluids, she slowly retreated, leaving him
hard as steel once more, now coated with saliva instead of coital juices.  
  
"Oh God," Blake said with a shiver, "we taste so good together, baby." She
stood on shaky legs and cast about looking for her thong, even as semen leaked
down her sleek thighs.  
  
Ed spotted his mother's underwear and bent down to grab them, earning a
grateful smile from her as he handed them to her. He was still hard, his long,
thick member swinging heavily between his legs as his mother slid her thong
back up her legs to cup her ravaged pussy. The gusset immediately soaked
through, unequal to the task of containing the prodigious load Ed had
deposited within her.  
  
"I feel so much better," Blake said, reaching for her skirt. "How are you?"  
  
Ed laughed. "Yeah, actually." All of the tension that had been building inside
him over the last few months seemed to have drained away. He felt relaxed and
clear-headed for the first time in ages. "I'm feeling pretty good."  
  
Blake kissed him lightly on the lips. He tasted their fluids, but didn't
flinch, even when her tongue slipped out and teased his own. "Thank you,
baby," Blake said, looking him in the eyes. "I really, really needed that."  
  
She slid her skirt back up and zipped it. Ed looked at her dubiously, still
naked from the waist down, still throbbing and stiff. "Put that thing away,"
she said with a sultry laugh. "We've pushed our luck far enough already, but
if you keep waving that big beautiful hunk of meat in my face, I'm going to
have to tempt fate once or twice more."  
  
With a nervous laugh, Ed found his clothes and put himself back together. "So
that wasn't it, then? You didn't just drop by for a booty call?"  
  
Blake looked at him seriously. "Of course not, baby. You don't really think
that, do you?" She adjusted her bra and breasts beneath her blouse, which did
nothing for Ed's erection. "You're going to graduate in two weeks. I just came
out early, a little ahead of schedule, so we could spend some time together."  
  
"Really? That means you're coming to the graduation?"  
  
"Of course I am," Blake said, reaching out and cupping his cheek. "What kind
of mother do you think am?"  
  
"Well, it would be the first event of mine you'd be present for," he said
glibly. Instantly he realized it was the last thing he should have said.  
  
Blake's face fell. Tears actually formed at the corners of her eyes.
"Hormones," she muttered. Louder, she said, "I know, baby, but things are
different now." She paused. "It is alright that I'm there, isn't it?"  
  
"Of course, Mom," Ed said quickly. He stepped closer to her and wrapped his
arms around her, hugging her close, enjoying the feel of her large breasts
against his chest. "I want you there more than anything in the world."  
  
"Thank you, Ed," Blake said softly, her voice filled with emotion. She pulled
back and wiped at her eyes with the heel of her hand, smearing makeup. "I used
to be so good at keeping my emotions in check," she said, smiling through her
tears.  
  
She stepped back and brought her hands together. "So," she said, "I'm taking
you to dinner tonight. Wear something nice. I'll be back around 5:00. Just be
ready and waiting outside your dorm building."  
  
Ed looked at her, nonplussed. "That's it? Just wham-bam and off you go?"  
  
Blake poked a finger in his chest. "I believe you have a math final tomorrow,
and math isn't exactly your best subject. You need to study." She gave him a
sexy grin, while bringing her finger up to flick his chin. "So we can fool
around later, okay?"  
  
"Okay, Mom," Ed said. He grabbed her again for another embrace and another
deep, soul-stirring kiss.  
  
*  

Ed's friends only ribbed him a little when he informed him his mom was in town
and taking him out to dinner. He didn't care. A lot of the doubts and second
guesses and guilt that had been plaguing him of late had evaporated following
their quick fuck session, and he was in too far good a mood to let his stupid
friends bother him.  
  
He stood outside his dorm in a blue shirt, khakis, and boat shoes waiting for
his mother. He checked and rechecked his phone a dozen times while he waited,
entirely unsurprised at her lateness. At approximately 5:22, just as he was
about to call her, a long low red convertible with the top down pulled up with
his mother at the wheel.  
  
She was wearing a red dress, dark sunglasses, and a white wrapping around her
head. Another wrap, as red as her dress, draped around her shoulders. Her full
lips were the same vivid cherry as the car.  
  
Skip and Rodney came down the steps just as Ed climbed into the convertible.
Ed got a kick out of their slackjawed expressions as Blake pulled away and
drove the car off of the Sorenson Academy grounds, heading into town.  
  
"It's so nice to be out and doing something again," Blake said with a laugh.  
  
Ed looked at her, puzzled. His mother was always busy with one thing or
another while he was growing up. "What do you mean?"  
  
Blake waved one hand in the air. "Oh, you know, I've become quite a homebody.
You asked me to be faithful, but I've never been very good at resisting
temptation, so I had to curtail a lot of my extracurricular activities. And
hire a whole lot of new people."  
  
"New people?"  
  
Blake nodded, eyes inscrutable behind her glasses, but a wide smile on her
lips. "I needed a new physical trainer, tennis instructor, gardner, pool crew,
masseuse, stablehands, and boat crew. I hired unattractive gay men and
straight women to replace the gorgeous, fuckable folks I used to spend my time
with. I don't go out dancing on the weekends with the girls from the club,
either. Salvatore and Amelie are getting sick of me. And your father is
annoyed that I won't fuck any of his friends anymore."  
  
Ed paled during her recital. "Is there anyone in our town that you haven't had
sex with, Mom?"  
  
Blake laughed again, but it wasn't her bright and cheerful laugh, but rather
something self-deprecating and low. "You don't go in for that slut-shaming
thing, do you Edward?"  
  
"No," Ed said hastily. "I don't. It's just that, I don't know. I've been with
a handful of girls. I feel like a kid around you half the time already, but
how do I compete with all those people?"  
  
Now Blake really laughed, loud and bright, but not at him, Ed could sense.
"You really are a darling boy," she said, still chuckling. "You have nothing
to worry about, Eddie. I gave them all up because of you. For you.  
  
"And," she added, turning slightly and smiling wickedly, "if you're feeling a
little intimidated, just remember that that you turned a serial cheater into a
monogamous woman. And that you have at your beck and call a woman of
considerable experience who has a voracious sexual appetite."  
  
Ed felt some of his defenses lowering. He allowed himself to relax a little
bit, settling into the car seat. He saw that they were just pulling into the
parking lot of a restaurant, a swanky high end French place.  
  
"Voracious, I know," he said at last. "But 'beck and call'?"  
  
Blake chuckled, parking the car. She pulled her sunglasses low, brown eyes
twinkling over the rim. "Yes," she said simply. She slid the glasses back into
place. "But don't get any ideas just yet, baby. This is an open top car in a
public parking lot during the start of the dinner rush. I'm a slut and a bit
of an exhibitionist, but even I have standards."  
  
Blake glided out of the car, grabbing a white handbag and dropping the keys
into it. Ed followed, admiring the curves of his mother in the little red
dress, which left a great deal of leg exposed and emphasized the plump
roundness of her backside. The wrap on her shoulders hid her chest, but as it
rustled with her movements, he caught a glimpse of her rounded belly. A little
baby bump, which brought reality back to Ed in a crushing wave.  
  
Ed stumbled a bit as he followed his mother's swaying hips into the
restaurant. She appeared not to notice, sweeping her sunglasses off and
tucking them into her bag while she waited for Ed to open the door.  
  
The maître d welcomed them in French, and surprisingly, Blake responded in
kind. They chattered rapid fire in French, Ed getting barely a word, and he
watched bewildered as they chuckled like old friends. Soon, the maître d
guided them through the restaurant, towards the back and a private table in a
semi-secluded area.  
  
Blake and the maître d shared another laugh, Blake going so far as to touch
him on the arm, and then he departed, leaving Ed and his mother to sit down
and survey the menus.  
  
Blake shrugged out of her wrap, revealing bare shoulders and a scalloped neck
that left the top halves of her tits exposed and bunched up like two
delectable scoops of bronzed, perfect flesh. Ed felt an almost immediate
hardening in his pants as his eyes were drawn magnetically to the dark line of
cleavage between his mother's bulging breasts. He felt the sudden need to bury
his face between them and lick every square inch.  
  
"Your mind is wandering," Blake admonished gently.  
  
Ed forced his eyes northward and found his mother smiling at him indulgently.
He found his voice. "When did you learn French?" Ed asked. But what he really
wanted to say was "Nice tits, Mom."  
  
"I do have hobbies, Edward dear," Blake said. "You don't suppose I spend all
my time lounging around and having sex with an endless array of partners, do
you?"  
  
"No," Ed said quickly. "Of course not. I guess I, well, I don't really know
you at all, really. I know we're great together, but beyond that, you're quite
a mystery, Mom."  
  
"A mystery?" Blake echoed. "I kind of like the sound of that." She smiled and
lazily winked. But she reached out and took Ed's hand. "Seriously, baby, you
can ask me anything. What do you want to know?"  
  
At this point the waitress appeared to introduce herself and take drink
orders. Ed was relieved when his mother just asked for water. She said she
hadn't been drinking, but Ed never knew with her. He was still getting used to
being treated with honesty and respect from her, which might not have been
fair, but it was not how his childhood had prepared him to expect her to act.  
  
Blake perused the menu. "So, you've had a moment to think. Questions?"  
  
"I don't know," Ed finally said. "There's so much I don't know about you."
Which was weird, but sadly true. "Why don't you just tell me something about
yourself."  
  
"Hmmm," Blake said. She paused as the waitress reappeared with bread and
drinks, and after a questioning look in Ed's direction, Blake ordered for both
of them. In French.  
  
"Did you know that I ran away from home when I was sixteen?" Blake said when
the waitress left. "I lived in a very dull suburb of Louisville. My mother
died when I was little, and when I was eleven my father remarried, to this
horrible woman who treated me like dirt and doted on her piece of shit
offspring who was three years younger than me. My father never stood up for
me, and deferred to his harpy wife in all things. Finally I got fed up and
broke out on my own."  
  
"Wow." It was all Ed could say. There was so much to unpack from Blake's
little speech, not least of all that he had a grandfather somewhere, or did at
one point. "Is your father still alive?"  
  
"I don't know, and I don't honestly care. I like to think my life actually
began at sixteen. Like a butterfly escaping from its chrysalis or something."
Blake laughed, a bit nervously this time, and looked at Ed as if she expected
him to laugh at her.  
  
"Was it really that bad?" he said instead.  
  
"You have no idea," Blake said with a shake of her head. "And I hope you never
do." She reached out and took Ed's hand in her own. "I know I've been a
terrible mother to you, Eddie. Not enough attention when you were little, and
far too much attention now, but I hope you know that I have always had your
back, in all things. Even if I wasn't around to say it or really show it."  
  
"Thanks, Mom," Ed said, squeezing her hand. And then, sort of blurting it out,
he said, "I love you."  
  
Blake's eyes grew shiny. Hormones, probably. But she leaned across the table
and kissed him passionately on the lips. "I love you too, baby. More than is
probably healthy."  
  
*  
  
They talked and joked and cuddled a bit for the rest of the dinner. For Ed, it
was a lot like a date. Like a first date. He had been fiercely intimate with
this woman, a woman he had known all his life, a woman who was carrying his
illegitimate child, and yet this was the first time they had really gone out
in public together. It felt nice. It felt right.  
  
As the time passed, and with each lingering caress or throaty giggle, he felt
his insecurities and concerns and second guesses begin to ebb. Blake was
throwing it all out there. No more emotional distance, no more half-truths or
apparent lies. She was fully present with him. Ed felt his heart swelling in
his chest.  
  
After dinner, Blake suggested dessert. "Where can you get good ice cream in
this one horse town?" she asked as they walked to the car, arm in arm.  
  
Ed shook his head. "That's not what I was thinking of for dessert. I want my
favorite dessert tonight."  
  
"Oh, and what's that?" Blake asked with a broad smile and a twinkle in her
eyes.  
  
"You," Ed said and kissed her. Right there in the parking lot, where anyone
could see. Her arms came up to hold him almost instinctively, and her lush
body folded into him as he tasted her lips and tongue and heard her moan in
delight.  
  
"You say the sweetest things," Blake said with a throaty chuckle when they
broke away. "Get in the car, Romeo."  
  
*  
  
Blake's hotel "room" turned out to be a swanky, lushly appointed suite with a
walk-in bath, hot tub, and mini-kitchen. A small patio looked down ten flights
to the pool below. The main room had comfortable chairs, a huge plush sofa,
and a 72" television.  
  
Ed hardly noticed any of the amenities. As soon as they were through the door
and Blake threw her keys and handbag on the little table near it, he grabbed
his mother, spun her around and kissed her fiercely. His hands roamed freely
over her curves, coming to rest on her full, springy ass. He cupped and
squeezed each perfect globe.  
  
Blake reacted enthusiastically, thrusting her hips into Ed's thigh and shoving
her tongue down his throat. She caressed his strong arms and powerful
shoulders. Backing away slowly, never loosing her hold, she led him into the
suite.  
  
Deftly, Blake turned her son and gently pushed him backward. His calves hit
the edge of the sofa and he sat down with a thump. Blake stood over him for a
moment, tugging off her wrap and throwing it to the floor, revealing again her
massive tits barely constrained by the bodice of her red dress. She hiked her
skirt up over her hips and climbed onto the sofa, straddling her son. He
grabbed her waist to steady her, while her hands found his shoulders.  
  
Blake leaned down to kiss him, her red gold curls brushing his cheeks.  
  
Ed's cock was an iron bar in his trousers, threatening to burst free.  
  
Suddenly Blake sat back, a look of uncertainty on her face.  
  
"What is it?" Ed asked.  
  
Blake looked at him for long moments, obviously struggling to say something.
Finally, she slid off of Ed's lap and stood up. "I want to talk to you about
something. But I don't know how." Even with her serious expression, the flush
in her cheeks and the wildness of her hair made her look damn sexy.  
  
Still, Ed swallowed. Sudden butterflies erupted in his stomach. He could guess
what she wanted to talk about.  
  
"The thing is," Blake continued, "if I talk to you before we have sex, you'll
think I'm withholding sex in order to get your answer. But if we have sex
first, you'll think I just fucked you in order to influence you. Either way,
I'm going to look manipulative."  
  
"Mom," Ed said, suddenly exasperated, "just sit down. Stop babbling, and talk
to me."  
  
Blake blew air through her teeth, nodded, and plopped down on the couch next
to her son. Her big, heavy tits bounced enticingly with her movements. Ed
forced himself to focus on his mother's expression, which looked more than
slightly distressed.  
  
"So," Blake said. She paused, looked away, and looked back at Ed with her
palms on her knees. "Richard is talking about a divorce."  
  
"What?"  
  
"Let me finish." Blake took a deep breath. "He doesn't want to raise the baby.
He doesn't want me to raise the baby. He says if I go ahead and keep it, he's
going to throw me out of the house."  
  
"Mom, I can-"  
  
"There was a pre-nup, so I won't get anything from him. I have... a bit of a
nest egg from when I was single, something I socked away a long time ago as a
precaution. It's grown pretty well, and I'll be okay on my own for a little
while until I can figure things out.  
  
"But." Blake took a deep breath and looked away again. This time she didn't
look back at Ed. He was surprised to see her trembling. "I'm not sure I can do
this alone. I'm scared, Ed. I'm already past the point at which an, an, an
abortion would be a simple procedure. If I wait too much longer, it could be
too late."  
  
She turned back to him finally. There were tears glistening in her eyes, but
her voice remained strong. "So, I know I asked you already a few weeks ago,
whether you would be able to stand by me and be supportive. But whatever you
said to your father didn't work. So now I have to ask you an impossible
question. Will you stand by me and the baby when your father divorces me?"  
  
Ed opened his mouth, but Blake put a hand up to forestall him. "Don't answer
right away. Think about this. It could mean your future as well. Richard might
disown you."  
  
Ed listened to his mother. He let himself think for a moment. But only a
moment, and only because she told him to do so. He shook his head. "Mom," he
said. "It doesn't matter. I would pick you and the baby always. I don't really
have to think about it."  
  
The glistening turned to tears that began to roll down Blake's cheeks. "You
should, baby. You don't know what it's like to be poor. I do."  
  
"Maybe I don't, Mom. But I do know what it's like to be unloved. And I won't
go back to that feeling ever again."  
  
Then she was in his arms, half-laughing and half-sobbing. "You were never
unloved, baby, I was just a bad mom."  
  
"I wasn't talking about you," he said. "You need me, Mom, and I need you. I'll
just get a job or something. People do it all the time, with or without their
fathers getting the job for them."  
  
"You'll go to college first," Blake said into his shoulder as she continued to
dampen it.  
  
"Not if-" Ed started to say, but once more Blake cut him off.  
  
"You're going to college first," she repeated and hugged him tighter.  
  
"Ok, Mom," Ed said with a knowing sigh.  
  
They held one another, not speaking, just taking strength from the other's
touch. Ed's boner, which had flagged long ago, found new strength as his
mother's huge tits pressed against his chest.  
  
"So, uh, Mom, about that sex," he said, which elicited a laugh from her that
turned into a snort.  
  
"An excellent idea," she said. She pulled away slightly. "But let me get
cleaned up first. Go into the bedroom and get undressed. I'll be there
shortly."  
  
Ed watched his mother climb to her feet and head to the bathroom. She gave her
hips an extra wiggle, which elicited a low whistle from head. She looked over
her shoulder at him with a saucy wink. Ed thought she had never looked sexier.
But then he thought that almost every time he looked at her.  
  
He hurried into the bedroom, pulled the curtains, turned on the bedside lamps,
and turned down the comforter. Still Blake did not appear. So he divested
himself of every article of clothing, threw his phone and keys on the
nightstand, and climbed onto the king-sized mattress. The sheets were soft and
cool against his skin, raising goosebumps across his body.  
  
He glanced at the clock on the dresser, and wondered whether he could stay the
night without drawing any undue attention to himself. What would people think
if he stumbled back to Sorenson at eight in the morning clad in the rumpled
clothes he wore the night before? They almost certainly wouldn't draw the
correct conclusion, but still, that would be odd behavior.  
  
Ed settled into the middle of the bed, leaning against the pillows, while he
contemplated the problem.  
  
And then she stood silhouetted in the bedroom door.  
  
Blake had redone her make-up, making it sluttier and more pronounced, but
still artfully done, emphasizing her natural beauty and the warmth of her
eyes. She had shucked off the dress and now stood clad only in red lace bra
and tiny panties, although she had left her heels on to give her gorgeous,
long tanned legs further definition.  
  
As she leaned against the doorframe, posing salaciously, Ed admired his
mother's fabulous body. She was fit and trim for a woman of forty-two, with
flawless skin despite her all-over tan, and a smooth, feminine musculature
that defied reason. Blake seemed to gain weight in only a few places, mostly
in her chest and her butt, and of course there was a new bulge at her mid-
section that had nothing to do with diet or exercise.  
  
Blake's tits were huge, practically spilling out of her bra, as though she had
deliberately worn one smaller than was sensible. Scoops of delicious breast-
flesh bulged up over the cups, squeezing together to make an acre of cleavage
that Ed just wanted to dive into and never surface. Her narrow waist had
widened slightly, thanks to the rounded bulge of her pregnant tummy, but it
still declined down to a wide set of hips that met smooth powerful thighs.  
  
Ed's cock thickened and lengthened between his own legs, climbing up into a
tower of iron-hard flesh as he beheld the gorgeous creature he called mother.  
  
With another of her trademark sexy smirks pulling at her full lips, Blake
swayed into the room. Her big tits shook within their carmine prison with
every step. Ed's mouth actually dropped open.  
  
"Does baby like Mommy's new titties?" Blake said sweetly as she approached the
bed. She cupped them in her hands, which looked tiny against the red bra cups.
She lifted her tits up and let them drop onto her chest, jiggling and shaking
hypnotically.  
  
Ed thought his brain might shoot out his dick, but he still shot her a
questioning look, suddenly confused. His mother's breasts certainly looked
real, and they were always big enough. Why would she make them bigger?  
  
Blake rolled her eyes at his expression. "Pregnancy does a lot of weird things
to a lady's body, Eddie," she explained patiently. "I was always top heavy,
but I think I grew almost two cup sizes because of you. I didn't think a
second baby would change things that much, but I'm already swelling in
anticipation. I'm going to need a whole new wardrobe soon."  
  
Ed nodded in understanding, his mind now awhirl with the idea that his
mother's already massive breasts would be getting _bigger_.  
  
Blake climbed onto the bed and crawled on hands and knees towards her son.
Those big tits hung beneath her and swayed enticingly. He could see the peaks
where her hardened nipples dented the fabric. He hissed as she dragged her
cleavage across his rampant cock, their plush weight pushing his cock flat
against his belly while her bra scraped across his sensitive flesh.  
  
And then his cock snapped up against her rounded belly, leaving a trail of
precum on her skin as she climbed across him. She came to a stop, straddling
him, her thighs across his, his proud tower of flesh nudging against her
panty-clad pussy. Ed's hands settled themselves on her hips, while Blake
planted her own on his shoulders.  

She looked down at her son over her tits and smiled. "You are an adorable
young man," she said. She leaned down and kissed him lightly. "And I want you
to know, no matter what the future might bring, that I love you. I love you
very much." She kissed him again, more forcefully this time.  
  
They broke apart, each gasping. Ed began to unconsciously lift his hips,
raising Blake up and down slightly. "It took me a long time to find you," she
continued, "but I think you may be the love of my life."  
  
"Mom, I-"  
  
She shushed him with a finger to his lips, then replaced it with her own lips
and tongue.  
  
Ed's hands slid up his mother's flanks and caressed her bra clad tits. Blake
moaned into his mouth. His hands moved almost of their own accord to her back
and found the hooks of her bra. He fumbled with them for a few moments, not
having much experience with the device, but at last managed to release each
hook. He reached up to pull the straps of her bra down her arms. Blake stopped
kissing him long enough to lean backwards, but her hands came up to catch the
cups before Ed could peal them away.  
  
"Are you ready, baby?" she whispered. She gave her hips a little thrust,
pushing her lust-dampened panties against his throbbing member. "Ready to see
Mommy's big titties, all swollen from the baby you put in her?"  
  
Ed groaned. His cock throbbed. A spray of precum splattered across his
mother's belly.  
  
With a sultry smile, Blake pulled her bra off and tossed it aside. Her big
pendulous, burnished bronze tits bounced on her chest, dusky nipples engorged
with lust and need. They were definitely larger, drooping slightly from weight
rather than age, heavy and soft and flawless and begging to be squeezed.  
  
Blake cupped her right breast, flicked the nipple with her thumb, and leaned
forward. "Looks like you like them, baby. Have a taste."  
  
Ed leaned forward, eyes wide, cock throbbing. "Do you have milk?" he asked in
wonder.  
  
Blake answered as Ed fastened his lips around her distended nipple. "Not-ah-
yet. Why, baby, does that excite you? Do you like the idea of sucking milk
from Mommy's titties ah-again?" she asked with a gasp.  
  
Ed looked up from her saliva soaked nipple into his mother's beautiful face.
"Would it be weird if I said 'yes'?"  
  
Blake caressed his cheek with two fingers. "Not at all. I find it kind of hot
myself." She leaned down and kissed him, plush lips against his, and ground
her pelvis into him.  
  
Ed palmed a breast, her hard nipple scraping against his palm, soft plush
breast flesh between his fingers. He found a nipple with his mouth, kissing
and sucking and nibbling, imagining that he was taking in her milk. He
released her breasts momentarily and buried his face between them, kissing her
sternum as his hands pressed her full tits against his face.  
  
He licked his way up to her throat, nibbled her ear, and kissed her on the
lips again, feasting on his mother as if he were a famished man. In a sense,
he was. He had abstained as his mother had, although for him it had been less
of a sacrifice. Still, there were girls at Sorensen with more than a passing
interest in Ed. But they couldn't hold a candle to the raging inferno that was
his mother.  
  
Ed shifted, picked his mother up, and threw her onto the bed beside him. She
giggled like a teenager as her heavy breasts shook on her chest. "So strong,
baby!" she cooed.  
  
Ed sat up and slid downward on the bed. He reached for his mother's hips with
a growl and began to tug her panties free. Blake lifted her ass to assist,
laughing in delight at the lustful expression on her son's face. With lust-
crazed alacrity, Ed yanked her panties down her legs, off her feet, and threw
them aside.  
  
Blake spread her legs wide and reached back to grab the headboard.  
  
Ed looked down at her wet pink pussy, with her flushed, glistening lips, and
the narrow strip of fur on her mound, already matted by her own fluids. Ed
licked his own lips and looked up at his mother, catching her eyes. There was
adoration there, and love, but her eyes were so suffused with carnal lust that
he doubted anyone else would have recognized the expression as anything but
naked need.  
  
Ed shimmied further down on the bed and looped his arms under Blake's thighs.
He kissed his way up her left thigh, loving how her muscles bunched and jumped
at his slightest touch. He blew warm breath across her labia and smiled as
Blake gasped and shivered. He looked up past that bump of her belly at her
heaving breasts, and the wide brown eyes in her youthful face. So open, so
trusting.  
  
Ed kissed his way down her right thigh, pausing at the dimple of her knee, and
then dragged his tongue back up her leg, leaving a glistening trail of saliva.  
  
He looked up again, into the lust-contorted face between those mountainous
tits. "Can I have my dessert now, Mommy?" he said sweetly.  
  
Blake's response was to grab the back of his head and shove his face into her
weeping pussy. "Oh just eat me, you silly boy!" The last word rose an octave
as Ed's tongue parted her labial curtains and dove into her pussy, sweeping
and lashing and licking across her sensitive pink flesh. Blake moaned in
appreciation, her hips jerking slightly, pushing her delicious mound into her
son's face as he lapped up her cunt-honey.  
  
Ed gripped her thighs, her skin whitening under the pressure of his grip, as
he devoured her. Her little nubbin peeked out of its hood and he teased it
with short puffs of air before attacking it with the tip of his tongue.
Blake's golden thighs closed in around his head while her fluids slickened her
son's cheeks and chin.  
  
He closed his lips over her clit and sucked lightly. Blake howled. He sucked
harder. She shook beneath him. He somehow managed to wedge his right hand
under his chin and shoved two fingers into her heated depths. While he sucked
and licked her clit, he opened and closed his fingers in a scissor movement,
and felt her inner muscles contract around him.  
  
It only took a few moments for her to climax, but the explosion carried on for
what seemed like minutes. Ed did not flag in his ministrations, and the harder
she clutched the back of his head and the more forcefully she jammed her
soaked pussy into his face, the harder he worked. Her moan became a wail
became a keening the echoed in the hotel room.  
  
Until at last she pushed him away, too sensitive to take any more of her son's
carnal assault. As Ed retreated, licking his lips, he watched Blake shiver and
shake with aftershocks, or perhaps a continual climax. Her movements did
marvelous things to her exaggerated anatomy.  
  
When she could breathe again, Blake's voice was low and raspy. "Jesus Christ,
baby. That was magnificent. No other word. For what you just did. Haven't felt
anything like that. Since you were home."  
  
Ed wiped his chin with the back of his hand, grinning with the pride of a man
who has just thoroughly pleased his woman.  
  
He clambered up and over her while she caught her breath. The big plum-head
head of his cock, dripping precum, nudged against her pregnant belly, then
slid across it, leaving another slimy trail across her tanned skin. He leaned
down to kiss her, and she caught his face by the cheeks with both hands and
licked her own fluids from him, before letting him settle his lips on hers and
drive his tongue between them.  
  
She purred beneath him. "That was good baby, so good. But now I need my baby's
cock inside me. You ready, Eddie? Ready to fuck Mommy again?"  
  
"Always," Ed said. He pulled his hips back, and Blake reached down between
them to grasp his rampant erection in both slim-fingered hands.  
  
"So hard and so big," Blake muttered as she slotted the broad head of his dick
against her nether-lips. Her engorged labia parted like a curtain and then he
was inside. Ed braced himself against the headboard as Blake had done and
slammed his hips forward, shearing through her hot wet sheathe and hammering
home.  
  
"So deep," Ed grunted. He looked his mother in the eyes as he began to fuck
her in earnest, hips moving in a quick hammering motion that drove his huge
dick into her with measured speed and power. His pubis mashed against her
exposed clitoris each time his cock bottomed out inside her, and Blake's
breath began to hitch almost immediately.  
  
Her silky thighs wrapped around his waist and her calves pressed against his
muscular ass, urging him on. Blake snaked her arms around her son's broad
shoulders and pulled him to her swaying breasts, laid out across her chest but
too large and springy to truly flatten. Her nipples scraped against his chest.
He loved the way her soft, plush breasts bounced with his every thrust.  
  
His mother's hips moved with him, meeting him stroke for stroke, even as she
began to have her second orgasm of the night. Blake threw her head back and
cried out as her son continued to plunder her pussy. His thickness, after so
many months of inactivity, felt like it was stretching her as never before.  
  
His mother's heat, her moisture, her passion, swallowed Ed whole. He loved
this. He loved being with her like this, being inside her. Driving her and
himself to heights of ecstasy he had never known without her and which he
suspected, or more hoped, she had never experienced without him.  
  
Ed's thick cock throbbed in his mother's hot depths, soaked by her coital
fluids. The trimmed thatch of pubic hair at the base of his cock was already
soaked as he pressed himself against her. He could feel her little button
flatten against him on each downstroke, and knew she would be coming again
soon. His testicles, swollen with need, bounced against her perfect ass with
every thrust.  
  
He watched droplets of sweat fall from his brow onto the tops of her breasts,
and admired how her hair stuck to her own sweaty forehead. Her mascara was
running, giving her eyes a smoky, sexy look that he loved.  
  
"Love you Eddie," Blake said, finding her voice again. She was on the
precipice of another thunderous climax, and she wanted her son to join her.
"Love my son's cock inside me, deep in me, fucking Mommy, so good." She was
practically babbling now. "Want to feel your cum, baby. Want you cumming in
Mommy, fill me up, empty your big balls into Mommy's pussy, oh Jesus - oh God
- oh fuuuuuuccck!" She trailed off into incoherence as her orgasm overtook
her. She shook and shivered beneath Ed. Her legs tightened around him, pulling
him in deep.  
  
Ed felt like his cockhead was flattening against his mother's cervix, he was
so deep, and the way her sugar walls contracted and caressed his every inch
drove him mad. He felt the charge building at the base of his cock. He
withdrew one more time and slammed home, deep as he could, and emptied himself
inside his mother.  
  
Ed's cock swelled and throbbed and pulsed. Thick ropes of semen-rich goo
splattered Blake's insides, painting her white. Ed hitched his hips slightly
as each spurt traveled up his cumtube and erupted out of his spasming cock,
prolonging his pleasure and intensifying his mother's unabated orgasm each
time. He felt his balls tighten like fists, and grunted as each contraction
sent another voluminous eruption of jism into Blake.  
  
Ed collapsed on his mother, gasping. Their crotches squelched together wetly,
eliciting laughter from them both. Ed found his mother's lips and kissed her
lightly. He made as if to roll off of her, but she tightened her grip.  
  
"Don't go," she whispered. "Let me hold you a little longer." Ed nuzzled into
her neck and relaxed.  
  
After a while, Blake shifted underneath him, and Ed levered himself up and off
of her. His softened dick slid out of her pussy with a wet sound. "Sorry," Ed
said, as he lay by her side.  
  
Blake shook her head. "Nothing wrong being filled to the brim with my son's
sperm," she said with a nasty giggle. "Sometimes... sometimes it scares me how
right this all feels."  
  
"It doesn't make much sense," Ed agreed. "Maybe you need to hire an ugly gay
therapist to work this out."  
  
She swatted his chest playfully, then curled her fingers in his chest hair.
The smile on her full lips slowly died. "And you don't need therapy?"  
  
"Not really. I think we know what my problem is. An out of control Oedipus
Complex."  
  
"And how do we get control of it?"  
  
"Why would I want to get control of it?"  
  
Blake smiled again, a little sadly this time. Ed wrapped his arms around her.
"What's wrong?"  
  
"Sometimes I feel guilty. Like I've ruined your life. And selfish, because I
feel like mine has improved immeasurably, but at the cost of yours."  
  
"I'm not going to say this doesn't scare me, Mom. Because it does. A lot. But,
I don't know. I've been stewing at school the last few months without you and
slowly going crazy. Now that I have you in my arms again, I feel good. I feel
happy."  
  
Blake brightened and kissed him again, eyes closing demurely as her lips
pressed passionately against his.  
  
She pulled away and kissed his chin. Then his neck. With her hands she eased
him back against the bed, as she rose up and began to work her way down his
chest. She teased his nipples with her lips and tongue. She licked her way
down to his belly button.  
  
By the time she reached his cock, he was half hard already, and gradually
stiffening. "Mmmm," she cooed. "You always get so hard, so fast. Even after
dumping buckets of cum inside me." Blake licked her lips. "I think it's time
for my dessert, baby."  
  
She cooed, eyeing his hardening cock. "I'm in the mood for something hot and
creamy," she said with a sexy smile.  
  
Blake shifted on the bed and tucked locks of red-gold hair behind her ear.
Gripping Ed's cock by the base, she levered it up and away from his belly and
kissed the spongy plum-head, still slick from their combined juices. She
pressed her lips against it, mewling slightly, and slowly sucked the angry
purple knob between her plush lips.  
  
Blake's cheeks hollowed slightly as she sucked and slurped. Ed felt her agile
tongue lashing all along his sensitive cockhead. He shivered in anticipation.
Blake looked up into his eyes. The corners of her mouth quirked up in an
approximation of a smile, full as she was with her son's cock.  
  
Blake slowly swallowed more of his cock, her lips gliding along his cum-
slickened length. First she slid another inch into her mouth, letting his
precum squirt across her tongue, then slid back to tease the head. Then two
inches, and back again. Ed threw his head against the pillows and groaned,
enjoying the teasing ecstasy, and his mother's obvious desire to draw things
out.  
  
It took long minutes of slow sucking, greased by Blake's saliva and Ed's
precum, for her to work far enough that his cockhead butted against the
opening to her throat. She slurped her way back up to the head, took a deep
breath with flaring nostrils, and plunged downward.  
  
No more teasing. Blake buried her nose in Ed's pubic thatch. Her cheeks
hollowed as she sucked, even as her throat bulged with the thickness of her
son's cock. Ed felt her tight, slick throat close around his cock and cried
out. That she could deep throat him never ceased to amaze him.  
  
Blake made a gagging, schlucking sound and slurped her way back up to the
head, leaving bubbles of saliva mixed with precum all along Ed's rampant
length. Her eyes squinted in a smile before she swallowed him whole once
again. Her head began to bob, slowly but insistently fucking her face and
throat onto his raging member. Her full lips tightened around the girth of his
cock every time he bottomed out, deep in her throat.  
  
Cheeks flushed, eyes bright, breath labored, Blake sucked off her son. Ed
reached down to adjust her hair, tucking it behind her ear once more so he
could admire the way his dick sank between her lips, and how sexy and gorgeous
she looked with it there.  
  
Ed decided to tell her that. "Mom," he gasped as her free hand found his full
testicles and began to massage them. "You look so good with my cock in your
mouth. Your throat is so fucking tight. I'm gonna cum soon, Mom." She moaned,
a thrumming sound around his hard column of flesh.  
  
"Do you like sucking your own son's cock?" Ed said. Blake's eyes closed and
she moaned again in agreement. "You like how your son tastes? You like how
your son's big cock stretches your lips and drives right down your throat?
Gonna give you a big load, Mom, big load of hot cream coming, straight down
your throat, fucking fuck fuck Mooooom!"  
  
Ed dissolved into staccato bursts of nonsense as his thick cock throbbed
hungrily, deep in his mother's throat, and his balls contracted, sending the
first of many thick, potent loads of semen charging up through his cum tube.
The first sperm-laden wad spiraling straight into her stomach, but Blake
quickly slurped her way up his spasming member, so that the second burst
scalded her tongue. Again and again, Ed's powerful and inexhaustible cock
spewed forth ropes of white jism, basting his mother's cheeks and tongue and
throat.  
  
Blake's cheeks bulged and her eyes widened. She gurgled and swallowed, and
sucked again as another sperm-rich burst of cum thundered into her mouth.  
  
Blake pulled away, gasping for breath, cum dripping from her full lips. Ed
fired three more salvos that dripped across his mother's hand and his belly.
Blake lipped her lips clean and without pausing, dropped her head once more to
lap at the pools of cum on Ed's belly, like a cat with a bowl of milk.  
  
Finally, she brought her cum-stained hand to her mouth and slurped up the
last, silvery white ribbon of seed. She smiled, tongue curling around her full
red lips. "Delicious," she said.  
  
Blake climbed back up the bed to cuddle beside her son. She admired his half-
hard cock, momentarily sated but hardly drained.  
  
They held one another close, muttering sweet and inane things, both suffused
with a post-coital glow and genuine happiness and contentment to be in the
other's arms. Ed was ready for another bout when his mother noticed the clock
over his shoulder and groaned. Ed followed her gaze and frowned himself.  
  
"It's getting late," Blake said. "I should get you back to campus before your
absence gets noticeable." She reached down and caressed his stiff cock with
two fingers.  
  
"Keep this thing in fighting trim, baby. I plan to work you ragged all the way
up to graduation." She smiled and kissed him on the lips. "And then I can take
you home with me."  
  
Ed pulled his mother close, his fears for the future momentarily quietened.




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