The Amazin' Amazon Mom Ch. 02
Diana must come to terms with what she has done.

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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.

The sun slowly entered the second floor bedroom, crawling across the floor and reached the rumpled bed at the end of the room. Two bodies lay sprawled across the bed's expanse. One of them was a young man, about eighteen years of age, with dark hair and a healthy tan, who snored softly, his handsome face turned up towards the ceiling. The woman wrapped around him was nearly twice his age, olive skinned, with a mass of dark curls shading her face. Her body was long and lush, muscled and toned, giving her the look of a woman much younger than she was.

As the sun fell across her face, the woman's stormy blue eyes blinked open. A look of confusion passed over her beautiful features, full lips twisting into a frown as she looked around the room and noticed her bedmate. With a start she recoiled from the boy, shock and surprise taking over from her confusion. Slowly, she extricated herself from the embrace, careful not to wake the boy. As she slid out from under the covers and stepped onto the floor, she realized she was naked.

Her breasts were large and rounded and firm, riding high on her chest, capped with dark, succulent nipples that hardened in the early morning air. Beneath, her belly was flat and well muscled, declining to a smooth, neatly shaven mound and lips the color of coral. Her backside was sweetly rounded, firm and tight, and her thighs and calves were smooth and toned. Her entire body was a work of art, the culmination of hours and hours of exercise, care, and a precise diet. Her name was Diana Papamarkakis. In her youth she had been a fitness model and occasional competitor, but after the birth of her son she settled down and opened her own gym, Amazonia, where she reigned supreme.

The boy on the bed was her son, Justin.

The night they had spent together, wild and passionate and uninhibited, flashed through Diana's mind as she surveyed the sleeping young man. It had been the most intense, rewarding, and explosive sexual experience in her life.

But he was her son.

That thought aroused conflicting, painful emotions in her breast, just as the physical memory of her son's hands on her body and his immense cock inside her made her breath short, her tits heave, and her nether lips begin to glisten.

With a sharp intake of breath, Diana hurried out of the room, Justin's room, the room of a teenage boy, her teenage boy, and hurried down the hall to the bathroom, still naked. It was Saturday, and Justin would be sleeping in late as he always did. Besides, she had exhausted him the night before. Although, she had to admit, it had taken a lot to exhaust that hard-bodied, muscular boy of hers. She shook her head beneath the shower's spray, trying to drive away the exciting, illicit thoughts.

She dried herself and quickly dressed in shorts, sports bra, and halter top. She strained a ponytail through the back of a baseball cap, tugged on some running shoes, and rushed out the front door to go for a run. She always felt better doing something. She always did her best thinking, or the avoiding of thinking, through activity. Lifting weights, swimming, calisthenics, running. Anything. Sitting at a desk, standing by a stove, doing all those normal womanly, motherly things, were anathema to her. She needed her lungs burning, her muscles straining, sweat pouring down her back.

Of course, that brought to mind last night's activities as well.

What was she going to do? What could she do? How could she go on? What had she done to Justin, to their relationship? What kind of mother would do what she did? What kind of mother tears her shirt off and shoves her tits into her son's mouth? What kind of mother kneels in front of her son and wraps her lips around his cock? What kind of mother spreads her legs and pulls her son between them, or grabs her son's ass to urge him on faster? What kind of mother begs her son to pull out of her own pussy and spray gallons of steaming, creamy, delicious semen on every inch of her body?

Diana was breathing hard, but it had nothing to with her run. Diana pressed a wrist against her brow to mop at sweat. She made a sudden decision and turned left at the next intersection, heading down Pike St.

Diana stopped at the bottom of the hill, in front of a little white house with a neat lawn and a bed of violets under the front window. Diana approached the front door cautiously. She hesitated a moment, but eventually rang the bell. It was early in the day, but Diana hoped her friend would be home. Hoped she would have the answers she needed.

Diana waited on the front step, pacing, hoping that Ivy was up. At last, just as Diana was about to give up, the door opened. Revealed in the doorway was Isabella Valentine, one of Diana's few female friends. Ivy was a tall woman, just over six feet, with a pale complexion and icy blue eyes complemented by the stylish, platinum blonde bob she wore. The purple housecoat Ivy wore, apparently the only clothing she had on, molded to the lush curves of her pneumatic frame. Ivy had a firm and rounded bust, and the housecoat revealed a deep, inviting canyon of cleavage between the pale globes of her breasts. Her waist was narrow, her hips wide, and her legs long and well muscled. Her beauty, combined with her voluptuousness, would have made her stand out in any crowd, except in this town, where beautiful, voluptuous, mature woman tended to reside in astonishing numbers.

The important thing, that which made Ivy a worthy friend, was that she didn't obsess over her beauty or her pulchritude. She may have exuded sex, but she didn't dwell on it over much, or talk about it all the time like those ditzes on "Sex and the City." She had a level head, supported by a deep and inquisitive intelligence, and a talent for looking at things from an interesting perspective. Ivy was a psychologist, conversant with the hidden depths of the human mind. And she was just the kind of help Diana needed at that moment.

"Diana," Ivy said with just the merest hint of a British accent. "What brings you around so early on a Saturday?"

"Hello, Ivy. Can I come in?"

"Of course, my dear, of course. You look severely agitated. Let me put the kettle on, and you can tell me all about it."

Moments later, the two women sat at Ivy's kitchen table, drinking earl gray. Diana's hand shook a little as she raised the mug to her lips. She tried not to notice how much Ivy's housecoat had opened up when the blonde woman sat down. Diana thought she might be able to see the edge of a pink nipple, and felt disconcerted at the flutter in her belly.

"So what's on your mind, Di? Nothing wrong at the gym, is it?"

"No."

"Bad news from your doctor?"

"No."

Ivy's lips quirked into a crooked smile. "Then what is it? You came here for a reason, darling. What's on your mind?"

Diana stared into her teacup for a moment. How could she tell anyone what she had done? Even Ivy? But then, that's what she was here for, wasn't it? Diana sighed.

"I. . . had sex last night."

Ivy brightened. "Really? That's marvelous, my dear. It's been, what, four years? That's quite a long time for someone as hot-blooded as you. Or me, frankly. Tell me about him. Who is he?"

Diana swallowed. Despite the tea, her throat was suddenly dry. She licked her lips. "It was. . . it was Justin."

Ivy stared at Diana for a heartbeat, not quite comprehending, and then when it hit her, her eyes widened in surprise. But she smiled as well, a full smile that showed off all her neat, white teeth. "Marvelous," she said again.

Diana's heart thundered in her chest. "What?"

Ivy made a dismissive gesture. "Did you think I would judge you, Diana? How could I? Most natural thing in the world, a mother bedding her son. The Oedipal urge doesn't go only one way, after all. And when a son is as handsome and virile as Justin, and a mother as sexy and vibrant as you, then it is almost certain that two people will give in to their deep and perfectly natural desires."

It was Diana's turn to stare in stunned incomprehension.

Ivy smiled. "Don't look at me like that. It's not that unusual. Especially around here." Ivy leaned in conspiratorially. Almost coincidentally, her robe parted even further, and Diana caught a glimpse down her housecoat at Ivy's magnificent breasts, smooth belly, and neatly trimmed platinum bush. "Look, my practice is made up of a number of mothers in your situation. Almost all of them had confessed to me that they feel sexually attracted to their sons. I shan't name names, of course, but suffice to say that in this neck of the woods, the Oedipus Complex is alive, well, and ragingly horny." Ivy laughed, sat back, and picked up her cup.

Diana was all but speechless. She sputtered nonsense until Ivy raised a hand. "I know, it's hard to take in. I thought it outrageous myself the first time one of my clients explained to me how desperately she wanted to mount her hunky son. But they kept coming in, more and more of them, and I began to see how natural and perfect it was. Women reach their sexual peak in their late thirties, while men reach theirs at the age of eighteen. A mother is all things to her son, a teacher, a healer, a shoulder to cry upon, someone to look up to. We teach them to walk, to talk, to act like gentlemen. Why shouldn't we teach them how to fuck? Especially when, given the respective ages, we both need to do it so badly?"

Ivy shook her head. "No, Diana, I don't see anything wrong with you and Justin having sex. I'm happy for you. Enjoy it while it lasts, my dear. He's off to college at the end of the summer, and he'll have other conquests. But until then, he's yours to enjoy."

Diana gripped her teacup, wrapping shaking hands around the warm cup. "I can hardly believe what I'm hearing."

"Mmm." Ivy rose. "Come with me." Without another word, Ivy swished out of the kitchen, her full ass swaying. Diana sat at the table, bewildered and shocked. She heard Ivy climb the stairs to the second floor.

Her son Kevin's room was on the second floor.

Diana's chair screeched on the linoleum as she pushed away from the table and rushed after Ivy. She rounded the balustrade and took the stairs two at a time, her sneakers sinking into the plush carpet on the steps and in the second floor hall. At the end of the hall, Ivy was just stepping through the door to Kevin's room. She closed it behind her, but left it open a crack, knowing all too well that Diana was right behind her. Diana crept down the hall and dropped to her knees outside Kevin's room. Through a crack in the door she watched as Ivy approached her son's bed.

Kevin was a tall boy, blessed with the same Nordic good looks that his mother possessed. He was long and clean limbed, with a swimmer's build and a well muscled frame. Blue eyes, high cheekbones, and closely cropped blond hair made him one of the most attractive seniors at the high school. At eighteen, Kevin Valentine looked like a model. But right now he was stretched across his bed in a heap, hair mussed, eyes clouded and limbs contorted with sleep.

Ivy settled herself on the edge of Kevin's bed, waking the boy with a start. "Good morning, sleepyhead," Ivy cooed.

"Hey, Mom," Kevin said groggily. "What time is it?"

"Oh, it's early." Ivy's left hand toyed with the collar of her housecoat, revealing more skin almost surreptitiously. Diana watched Kevin's eyes grow more alert and focus sharply on his mother's impressive breasts. "But," Ivy continued, still playing with her collar, "I thought we might have a little fun."

"What did you have in mind?" Kevin asked. His grin had a hint of insolence to it, and he crossed his arms behind his head. He leaned back against his pillows.

Ivy placed her right hand on her son's muscular chest in a most unmotherly manner and traced her fingers downward. She did not pause when her hand reached the edge of the blanket. She pulled the fabric down, past Kevin's waist. Diana saw that Kevin slept in the nude, and couldn't help releasing a gasp as she saw the impressive trunk of flesh that was even now hardening between his legs. It was thick and long, with a beautiful red vein stretching along it's length, capped with an angry purple head the size of a fist. Ivy's deft hand encircled her son's cock at the base and she gently began to stroke him.

The insolence was gone from Kevin's expression. Instead, his face contorted in lust and pleasure. His hips rose, thrusting his cock between his mother's fingers. She gripped his girth and tugged, gliding her palm along it's length. A dollop of precum appeared at the tip and began to drip. Kevin sucked in a breath through his teeth. "Jesus, Mom, that feels good."

"I know, baby. I know how much you like this. A mother knows these sorts of things about her boy, and it's a mother's duty to take care of them." Ivy's thumb pressed against Kevin's cockhead, smearing precum across it, and she used the moisture to slicken her caresses. Diana saw Ivy turn and look at her through the crack in the door, smile and wink, and then turn her attention back to Kevin. Ivy's left hand pulled her housecoat open, fully revealing the milky white, perfectly formed orbs of her breasts. They thrust up proudly, capped with strawberry pink nipples that ached to be kissed, and displaying a fine tracery of blue veins just beneath the surface of her flawless skin. Kevin's hands found his mother's tits and palmed them, cupped them and caressed them.

Ivy moaned. "Good boy," she said.

"I know what momma likes," Kevin said, the grin back. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Ivy's. Diana saw his tongue thrust into her mouth, and Ivy's tongue answer back in kind. Diana clapped a hand across her own mouth to keep from crying out, and suddenly realized her other hand was thrust down the front of her shorts, teasing her soaking wet pussy lips and the hard nubbin of her clit. She wished wildly that Justin was here. This was the most wild, amazing, erotic thing she had ever witnessed. She felt like she was outside her body somehow, watching Ivy and Kevin reenact the furious fucking that Diana and Justin had performed the night before.

Kevin kissed his way down his mother's neck while she manipulated his raging cock. He kissed the upper slopes of Ivy's breasts, licked the valley between them, and pressed their plush weight around his head. Ivy moaned, but did not pause in her ministrations.

Kevin cupped Ivy's tits and aimed both her nipples at his mouth. He nipped at them, licked them, kissed them, and blew hot breath across them. Ivy shuddered. Then Kevin planted his mouth fully on Ivy's right tit and began to suckle. Ivy moaned. Her free hand gripped the back of Kevin's head. Her fingers threaded through his blond hair and pressed him hard against her breast.

Suddenly both Ivy's hands were on Kevin's chest and throwing him back against the bed. He landed with a thump, but didn't look too disturbed or surprised. Ivy rose from the bed and shucked off the housecoat, revealing her tall, voluptuous form. She was every bit as amazing as Diana had ever thought, although Diana was surprised to see that Ivy kept a clean, shaved pubis. Ivy's pussy lips were dark pink, engorged with lust, and even from her vantage, Diana could see beads of moisture forming upon them.

Ivy climbed back onto the bed, kicking the sheets away to fully uncover Kevin. She straddled him, bracing her thighs against his, and leaned over to press her full tits against his chest. They kissed again, just as furiously. Kevin's engorged cock jutted against Ivy's belly, his balls nudged against her netherlips. It was Ivy's turn to begin kissing her way downward, along Kevin's chin and neck, down his chest, and across his stomach. As she moved downward, Kevin's cock trailed across her belly, leaving a smear of precum, and lodged between her impressive tits. Ivy paused to press her plush breasts against the rigid expanse of her son's dick. Ivy paused to mold her tits around his pole, caressing his hardness with her softness.

"Mom, oh God, Mom, I love your tits," Kevin moaned. "I love fucking your tits!"

"Mmm-hmm," Ivy agreed. "But I know something you like even more." She released her son's cock from its sweet prison and continued her descent. Kevin's cockhead emerged from the valley of Ivy's tits and butted against her chin. She nuzzled against it, rubbing each cheek across his dick, then gently kissed the cockhead with her full pink lips. Diana saw Ivy's cheeks hollow, and knew Ivy was lashing that cockhead with her tongue, sucking up every drop of precum squirting from her son's cock.

And then Ivy swallowed Kevin. Inch by inexorable inch, his mighty weapon slid into his mother's mouth. Her cheeks and throat bulged as his girth thrust into her, and her nostrils flared with a desperate need for oxygen. But her eyes shone with lust and love, a light mirrored in her son's eyes, and she held her pose as long as she could before allowing Kevin's raging member to slurp free of her mouth. Kevin's cock shone with a mixture of his mother's saliva and his precum, a vintage that dripped from Ivy's parted lips. Ivy sucked in a deep breath and repeated her movement without hesitation, swallowing her son whole. From the size of him, he must have been deep down her throat, well past her tonsils. Diana had never seen a woman swallow so much manhood at once, and could hardly believe it.

But Ivy was only good for one more go, and when she released her son's throbbing member the third time, she had to take several gasping breaths. She looked up at Kevin and smiled, licking her lips.

"It feels better every time you do that, Mom," Kevin gasped. He had urged his mother on with grunts and groans and moans, unable to give voice to his pleasure until Ivy's lips were removed from his cock.

"I'm not done yet," Ivy said breathlessly. "I want to taste your cum, darling. I want my tongue painted white. I want a bellyful of your sweet, thick cream." Each word caused a squirt of precum to erupt from Kevin's cockhead, and Diana wondered how long much longer he could last.

Ivy's head dropped, her lips wrapped around her son's cockhead once more, and she began to suck lazily. She let the cockhead and first inch or two thrust into her mouth, but gripped the base of him in her hands to keep him from going further. Kevin did try, though, thrusting up into his mother's mouth with quick jerks of his hips. But Ivy controlled him deftly, never letting him get too rough, no matter how desperate he was to cum.

"I love your cock," Ivy said between licks and sucks, "the way it tastes, the way it feels in my mouth and hands. You really do have the best cock I've ever seen, darling. But what I love best is when it's bucking and throbbing between my lips, spraying a hot salty load down the back of my throat." Her head ducked again, and this time Ivy's lips and tongue triggered the eruption that mother and son wanted so much.

Kevin's head dropped back and his chest thrust out, even as his hips rose off the bed and his cock slid another inch into Ivy's mouth. Diana watched rapt as Kevin's huge cock throbbed and sprayed rich, creamy cum down Ivy's throat. Ivy's bright blue eyes widened and she struggled to swallow the load, her throat working furiously at the prodigious amount of semen her son produced. Even so, trails of semen leaked past her lips to stain her lips and chin and trail down the length of Kevin's cock. He came and came, longer than Diana thought possible, until finally Kevin's body relaxed and his cock slipped from Ivy's mouth. A final jet of cum ejected from his cock to land on Ivy's outstretched tongue which was indeed painted white. She showed her appreciative son, swallowed noisily, and then licked her lips hungrily.

Kevin's raging hard-on showed no signs of slacking. Diana smiled, one hand cupping her tits through her shirt, the other down her pants, teasing a climax from her sodden pussy. If Ivy thought she was showing off her son's stamina, she should think again. Justin could go for hours and recover instantly, too.

Diana wanted Justin desperately that moment, but she was glued to the spot. Ivy and Kevin weren't done, and she wanted to see every bit of the action.

"Baby's still hard," Ivy said unnecessarily.

Kevin grinned again, flexed his cock, and then grabbed his mother. In one smooth movement he lifted her up and flipped her over. Ivy giggled like a school girl as her son manhandled her. In a heartbeat, their positions were reversed, and Kevin lay atop his mother. "So strong," Ivy cooed. "My little boy has become a man."

Kevin quirked an eyebrow. Ivy shrugged and smiled. "What are you waiting for, darling?"

Kevin aimed his cock at the wet furrow between his mother's legs and thrust forward. His massive member sank into his mother's pussy with a sucking sound. Both Valentines moaned. Ivy's thighs clamped against Kevin's flanks, and her calves pressed against his buttocks. She urged him on with the thrust of her hips, the muscles in her legs, and the little sounds she made as her son plundered her body.

Kevin grunted with each savage thrust. Diana watched in rapt attention as Kevin's huge cock sank into Ivy again and again, gleaming wetly as it withdrew, eliciting a cry from Ivy as it sank deeply again. Kevin rode his mother hard, fucking her for all he was worth. Ivy's full breasts bounced on her chest, her thighs bunched and flexed, and both mother and son were coated with a sheen of sweat. Ivy's face contorted in pleasure, a red flush spread across her chest and cheeks, and Diana could see that her friend was riding the crest of a massive orgasm. Ivy came with an ear-splitting cry, throwing her head back into the pillow. Kevin sawed into her even as she climaxed, extending and maximizing the pleasure she felt.

Slowly Kevin subsided. Ivy did as well, slumping slightly on her son's bed. "You didn't cum," she said breathlessly.

Shaking his head, Kevin began to fuck her again, plunging into his mother over and over. Ivy mewled and gripped her son again, wrapping her thighs around him again. Almost instantly, Ivy was coming a second time, urged on by her son's rough fucking. He didn't have much for technique, Diana noted, but he more than made up for it in stamina and size. She could see why Ivy was enjoying herself so much, why Ivy would be so blase about Diana's own revelation.

Diana's hand moved furiously, the two first fingers of her hand teasing her inner folds as she thrust them inside to the rhythm of Kevin's movements. She wanted to cum, so badly, but she knew it wouldn't happen. She needed a cock. She needed Justin.

"I'm getting close," Kevin gasped. A drop of sweat fell from his chin and splattered on Ivy's lips.

"Me too," Ivy cried. "Just a little longer, darling, and then I want to see you... I want to feel you... I want your cum on my belly, my breasts, my lips and cheeks."

Kevin moaned. His eyes were screwed shut. "You got it, mom," he managed to grunt. He slammed home once more and set Ivy off, her third climax of the morning. Kevin stayed with her as long he could, still thrusting, until it was too much. He whipped his cock free of his mother's slick pussy and aimed it towards her.

A stream of jism erupted from the head of Kevin's cock, sailing through the air to splatter against Ivy's left cheek. It dribbled down to her neck, even as another wad of white cream struck her parted lips. Kevin's massive cannon fired again and again, doing as his mother wished, painting her upper body and belly with pools of cum. He grunted and gasped as his orgasm erupted all over his mother. Cum dribbled down her full breasts, settling in the valley between them and pouring down onto her stomach. Ivy shimmied on the bed and reached up to grip Kevin's semi-hard member. She kissed the tip, slurping up the remnants of his cum, and swallowed the first few inches, cleaning off their combined juices.

Kevin collapsed beside his mother. Ivy scooped up cum from her belly and breasts. She spread her fingers to admire the cream. "So thick and tasty," she mumbled, then fed it to herself. Kevin groaned. His mother was putting lead into his pencil again.

But Ivy was satisfied. Perhaps not carnally, but clearly she had made her point to Diana. She rose from the bed, still coated in her son's creamy cum. Reaching down, she picked her housecoat off the floor and sauntered towards the door. Diana scampered out of the way, ducking down the hall as quickly and quietly as she dared. She heard Ivy say, "Breakfast in ten, darling," before her friend appeared in the hall. Ivy shut Kevin's door behind her and then walked down the hall towards Diana.

Ivy reeked of sex, of sweat and coital juices, both her own and her son's. She smiled at Diana, eyes bright and cheeks flushed. "Now do you see?" she whispered. Diana could only nod.

Some time later, at the Pappamarkakis house, Justin slowly awakened. With gummy eyes he examined the clock beside his bed and groaned. He had already slept half the day away. While he liked to sleep in on the weekends, he didn't like to sleep quite that late. Why hadn't his mother waken him?

With a start, he realized Diana was not with him. But he remembered them falling asleep in his bed after the fourth time. He slapped a hand against his forehead. He had fucked his mother. Four times. No wonder she had bolted without saying a word. Normal people didn't do that sort of thing. Not for real. What had they done?

Justin slowly levered himself out of bed. His whole body ached, but his shoulders and thighs and lower back hurt the most. That surprised him. He was in shape, but he had worked his body in ways he had never done before. He stretched, naked, in the sunshine from the window. He rubbed sleep from his eyes and padded dully to the bathroom.

He felt slightly better after a shower and a shave. His muscles had relaxed, and he stretched a little bit as he dressed. He went down to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich because he was hungry, not because he felt like eating. He didn't know how he felt. Strange, certainly. Unstuck from himself, like his spirit had risen out of his body, leaving nothing but dead meat behind. Where was his mother? What had Diana done while he slept? Where had she gone? He wouldn't feel settled until he saw her, spoke to her, but even so he dreaded that moment.

What could he say? What could he do? They had never been what one would call close, despite being the only two people in the house. Still, that didn't explain what he had done to her. They were mother and son. Mother and sons didn't do the things they did. Sons didn't throw their mothers down on a bed and wrap their lips around heaving tits. Sons didn't trail kisses down their mother's stomachs and scrape their tongues along pussy lips. Sons didn't rise up with a painful erection and drive it home into that secret, moist and ready depth between their mother's legs, driving home again and again until both mother and son came in a blistering, shared climax.

Justin shook his head. His cock was hard as a rock, just thinking about it. What scared him the most? That they would do it again, or that they wouldn't?

Justin thought he heard a sound from the backyard and walked over to the kitchen window. He thought he saw his mother sitting in a chaise lounge by the pool, but the angle wasn't great. There was someone out there, but who could it be? Who else could it be, Justin asked himself. He stepped back from the window. What now?

Well, he thought, Diana had raised a motherfucker, but she hadn't raised a coward. Justin took a deep breath to steel himself and headed for the patio door.

It was a warm, sunny day, with the sun high in the sky and hardly a cloud to mar the bright blue. The pool looked just as bright as the sky, the grass a deep green. The concrete patio gleamed white. Justin forced himself to stop admiring the view and walked towards the chaise. Justin's mother was ready for him, and rose to meet him.

Justin froze in his tracks. His mother truly was a beautiful woman. Tall, long legged and buxom, with a warm tan and waves of dark hair spilling down her back. The sky blue string bikini she wore matched her eyes, but the triangles of material barely covered any skin. The full globes of her breasts threatened to explode out of the fabric, and the bottoms barely covered Diana's pubis. She looked uncertain for a moment, a foreign expression, but her lips settled into a thin line, as if she had come to a decision.

"I've been waiting for you to get up," Diana said. She paused, then, "How are you feeling?"

Justin grunted. "I'm okay. How are you?" It sounded lame.

She looked him in the eye. "I'm... conflicted." Justin's heart hammered in his chest, but Diana didn't seem to notice. "Let me tell you something, Justin. Last night was one of the most amazing events of my life. I've never felt or done anything quite like that before. I don't think I realized how much I needed it. How much I needed... you."

Diana took a step closer to Justin. "How did it make you feel? Are you... disgusted? Do you hate me?"

"Hate you?" Justin said in disbelief. "Mom, I love you. I loved every minute of last night. I think... I think I've always wanted you. You're gorgeous and remote, and yet last night you were there with me. You chose to be with me. I don't think I have the words to express..." Justin paused. "It was great," he finished lamely.

Diana smiled, revealing all her teeth, and Justin's heart skipped a beat. "That's all I wanted to hear," Diana said. She stepped into Justin's arms. She kissed him, soft lips against his, parting slightly, her delicate tongue slipping out to taste him. "I'm yours," she said, "until the end of summer. Then you go to college."

Justin pressed his growing hardness against her belly. "Just till the end of summer?"

Diana pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow. "We'll see," she said. She kissed him again and then settled down on one knee. Her hands found the waistband of Justin's shorts and tugged them down.

Instantly his hard, throbbing cock bounced up and hit Diana in the chin. Justin arrogantly flexed his prick, and a dollop of precum squirted onto the head. Diana licked her full lips, eyeing him. Then she leaned forward and licked him. Her tongue trailed across the sensitive head of Justin's cock, coaxing more sweet cream from the tip. She diddled his opening with the top of her tongue, then swirled it around his glans.

"Fuck, mom," Justin groaned.

"Not just yet," Diana said. Then her lips were around him, sucking him into her mouth. Her son's precum squirted across her tonsils, and instinctively she swallowed the sweet, buttery cream. Her agile tongue lashed at him, imprisoned within the confines of her warm and soft mouth. Slowly she swallowed more of him, allowing him to slip inch by delicious inch further into her sucking mouth. He felt her throat close around his cockhead just as her nose settled against his stomach, and he groaned lustily once more. Diana swept her lips back upward, releasing her son's luscious cock, and sucked a deep breath through her flared nostrils. She kept the cockhead between her lips, teasing him still with her tongue.

Opening her mouth, her lips frothy with precum and saliva, she ordered, "Fuck my mouth, baby. I want to swallow your cock, I want to feel you spray your load down my throat. I want a belly full of your cum." Then her lips were on him again.

Obliging his beautiful, lusty mother, Justin sank his fingers through her silky hair and began to slowly saw his engorged cock in and out of her mouth. Diana's lips tightened around his girth, trying to make a seal, but with each jerk and thrust her lips parted. Justin felt her teeth graze his cock, felt her throat tighten as he sank all the way home, and felt his balls bounce off his mother's chin.

Diana moaned, creating a thrumming vibration around his cock that intensified the pleasure he felt. He knew he couldn't last much longer. She looked up into her endowed son's eyes with a look of intense lust, mixed with love.

"Mom," he grunted, "I don't think I can. . ."

She moaned in approval, urging him on with lips and tongue and eyes. Her deft fingers cupped his bouncing balls and gave them an almost imperceptible squeeze.

He felt a tightening at the base of his cock, while simultaneously he swelled in size, nearly choking his mother. Then his mighty cock shuddered and a glob of cum raced up through it to splatter against the roof of his mother's mouth. He sank in as deep as he could, but her hands pressed against his belly and kept him from going too deep. Still, he was deep enough, jettisoning load after viscous load of pearly cum straight down her throat. Her neck moved as she swallowed each precious drop, but she gently and insistently maneuvered him until only the sensitive cock head lay between her lips, still ejaculating an enormous amount of jism. Diana's cheeks ballooned and she struggled to swallow his prodigious spend, but it ultimately proved too much.

Diana released her son's cock with a spermy cough. His rigid, shuddering battering ram continued to spray, jetting pearly strands across the tanned upper slopes of her breasts, staining the blue panels of her bikini. Rivulets of semen slid between her thrusting tits and flowed down across her smooth belly. Diana, recovering, still swallowing, cupped her hands before Justin's shuddering cockhead and caught the last few splatters between her fingers.

Justin, gasping, stepped backwards and admired his mother.

She knelt on the hard stone of the pool patio, tanned and luscious, her lips and cheeks and chin coated with a thin sheen of semen. Pools of cum spread across her huge, heaving breasts and soaked into her bikini top. He had painted her upper body nearly white, he realized, and it was a wonder that not a drop touched her hair or her eyes. Even as he admired her, she greedily brought her hands to her lips and noisily slurped up the dregs of jism that she had caught. She licked her fingers clean, then began the arduous, delicious process of scooping up the cum splattering her body and feeding herself.

However, the cum that oozed across her belly she spread, and eased a cum covered hand between her legs. Her fingers dipped beneath the soaked bikini bottoms and forced Justin's cum into her sopping pussy.

"You're still hard," Diana noted with lust glazed eyes.

"You're surprised?" Justin said. He swept his shorts off his legs and kicked them away.

"No," Diana admitted, admiring his unflagging erection. She stood gracefully, still licking semen stained lips, and turned to the chaise lounge. She bent across it on her palms and spread her legs wide. "Get over here and fuck momma. I need your cock inside me, baby."

Justin grinned. He gripped his mother by the hips and pressed his massive cock across her ass cheeks. They were full and firm, as hard as steel and yet giving under the weight of his cock. He wedged his dick between her cheeks and slowly thrust across the gap between them. Diana moaned, twitching her ass. "Don't tease me, Justin. Fuck me!"

"Yes, Ma'am," Justin said. He found the strings tying the bikini bottoms to his mother and pulled them loose. The scrap of material should have fluttered to the ground, but it was plastered to Diana's pussy by her juices. With a lecherous grin, Justin peeled the bottoms off of his mother and tossed them in a sodden pile on the patio.

Diana's pink, engorged pussy lips welcomed Justin's cockhead as he brushed against them. She was open and inviting, warm and wet, and he slid into her in one easy thrust that elicited lustful groans from both of them.

Once again, Justin was balls deep in his mother's pussy. And he couldn't be happier. She gripped him tight, her pussy muscles caressing his every inch like a velvet glove.

Diana tossed her hair and looked over her shoulder at her son. He looked so powerful, so manly, so gorgeous, standing there behind her, plundering her pussy with his massive rod. She knew in her heart that she could never give this up, the mad intensity of this forbidden passion. This cock was hers. She had borne it, raised it, looked after it, and now she was going to use it as much as possible before she went completely mad from it. Justin fucked into her as though her were a born cocksmith, graceful and powerful at once. His every inch caressed her inner folds just right. His cockhead seemed to bend just the right way to nudge her g-spot with every thrust. She felt a massive orgasm building, building, building..,

... Justin reached down, pressing his belly against the globes of his mother's perfect ass, to cup her bouncing tits within the loose confines of her bikini. Doing so altered his angle slightly, and gave him just a tiny bit more penetration...

... so that just as Justin's palms pressed hard against Diana's sensitive nipples, his cockhead bumped up against her cervix. And the orgasm that had been building since she had knelt before him to worship his cock, exploded throughout her body. She shook in ecstasy, her pussy creaming around Justin's cock, even as it tightened harder around him to extend the sensation of him being so deep insider her. She felt as though every muscle in her body contracted and expanded at once. She shook and shuddered and thrust back hard against her son as pleasure so sharp as to be almost painful engulfed her luscious form.

It took her a half second to realize, as she came down from her climax, that Justin was still hard and slamming away. "O, fuck!" Diana wailed, as another orgasm, the equal to the first, thundered through her.

A third one threatened as Justin's belly slapped against her ass once more. He was grunting with each heroic thrust. She felt his sweat spray across her arching back, and looked back again at him. Justin's face was red, his eyes thinned to slits as he concentrated, wringing another orgasm from his mother. It crested, and she rode with it, crying out again, unable to contain herself. Ivy had been right. There was absolutely nothing wrong with this. How could there be? For pleasure this intense, this complete, Diana would have fucked anyone. She wished she had started with Justin sooner.

Justin fought to keep from cumming. But it was almost too much. His mother was like a wildcat. Already she had come three times, her body bouncing around violently beneath his, her pussy thrusting hard against his cock, a counter-thrust for every thrust. His cock tingled. His balls contracted, hard and tight like fists.

"Mom," he gasped, "I'm gonna..."

Diana thrust her full, perfect ass against his belly. "Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me," she breathed, repeating it over and over again like a mantra.

And he did.

Justin slammed home, burying himself to the balls in his mother's pussy. He felt a pressure against his cockhead for a moment, and then almost as though he were slipping through another pair of pussy lips that clamped down hard on his cockhead. And then he was cumming.

Diana mewled and thrashed beneath him. Justin had pierced her cervix, and his cum skyrocketed into her womb, setting off a chain of orgasms that subsumed Diana. She lost all senses, save for the burning, exploding, raging pleasure that consumed her.

Justin felt his cock explode, deep within his mother's warm, wet depths. Again and again his massive cock unleashed its precious load into his mother's pussy. He painted her insides white, as he had her lips and tits, and just as before, she wasn't quite equal to the amount of semen Justin could produce. His pearly cum pooled around the edges of Diana's pussy lips and oozed onto Justin's balls, then dripped onto the chaise lounge and the patio. Gasping, Justin slowly withdrew from his still twitching mother, and dumped another dozen ropes of creamy jism across the tanned globes of her ass. Even as he did, a flood of cum emptied from Diana's pussy, staining the cushions and the ground beneath them.

At last, spent, the two lovers collapsed in a sodden, sweaty heap across the lounger, both gasping for air. Diana trailed fingers through Justin's hair, and he gazed lustfully at his mother.

Justin cupped one of Diana's prodigious tits and teased a nipple with his finger. She swept a hand down his muscled mid-section and found his cock still rigid, standing proudly like a trunk from between his thighs.

"Does this ever go down?" she said with a girlish giggle.

"Not around you, mother," Justin said honestly. "Not around you." He bent forward, and she tasted his lips.