An Incestuous Mother
by Toni Scott
(FAM-108)


TO THE READER 

While fictional in nature, this book has, besides entertainment, the purpose 
of acquainting the reader with manners of sexual activity at times practiced 
within contemporary society. 

-The Editor 


INTRODUCTION 

Those of us who make our homes in the suburbs often assume that unusual and 
unique sorts of sexual behavior can occur only in the "big city", far away 
from the pastoral setting of our own small neighborhoods. But researchers 
tell us that what happens often enough between a mother and her son in the 
way of a sexual relationship is as likely to happen in a quiet little suburb 
as anywhere else. 

The story which follows, set squarely in the middle of the suburban 
environments with which we are all so familiar, complete with green lawns 
and blue swimming pools, is actually not so unusual. Perhaps shocking, maybe 
even a little extraordinary in its use of detail, this novel is the 
chronicle of the lives of four people who become intimately involved at 
critical, crucial times in their lives. Their relationships-sometimes 
distant, sometimes intimate-among each other determined the course of events 
in their lives and the striking, dramatic outcome of our story. 

It is strange indeed, in this era of supposed sexual enlightenment, that 
events which come to play in this book are considered out of the ordinary, 
even bizarre. Actually though, this novel tells the kind of love story with 
which we are all really quite familiar. 

With no further delay, then, let us just say that we hope you enjoy this 
book as much as we did! 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Gazing down on her tanned, satin-soft thighs that were slightly spread 
apart, and admiring her milk-white creamy loins with the rest of her long 
shapely legs, Ellen Fawn lay languorously on the living room sofa in front 
of the T.V. With her right hand she was smoothing the downy blonde peach-fur 
that was barely visible in the mellow tan on the tops of her supple thighs. 
Had she been naked instead of wearing her favorite black sheer panties, her 
sandy blonde pubic hairs would have shown, too. She rolled sideways on the 
sofa and pulled her loosely-drawn baby-blue housecoat down around the 
swelled curve of her hips. She told herself that later there would be plenty 
of time to think about her body and that for now she was better off watching 
the T.V. 

The electric blue of the screen flickered, projecting a pattern of lights on 
the floor and across to Ellen's pretty face. Even in the harsh, neon-like 
luminescence of the television, the young-looking mother's natural beauty 
shined. Maybe it was the high blonde cheekbones and their burnished amber 
edges, indicating her Swedish-American background, or perhaps it was the 
daily care she took on her body's behalf, always exercising and eating 
right, keeping trim and fit so that her belly remained taut and her breasts 
stayed full and firm-but whatever the reason or the method, Ellen Fawn 
looked more like a youthful, vivacious twenty-three than her real age of 
thirty-six. Something about the expression on the voluptuous blonde's thick, 
moist lips, along with the sharp twinkle in her clear blue eyes, and the 
wide-open nostrils of her sensual high-bridged nose-it all added up to give 
the impression that this sweet mother knew more than her share about raising 
children and about life in general! In addition to that maternal kindness so 
important to rearing children, Ellen's natural glow imparted a definite 
sexiness to everything she did-even if it was something as simple as just 
laying around and watching T.V.! 

This was the first day of a hard-earned vacation. After nearly ten months of 
slaving at copy-setting and Xeroxing, of driving to and from downtown Los 
Angeles from her home in West Hills every morning (and back every 
afternoon), Ellen knew positively that the next two weeks were going to be 
absolutely divine! 

"Mmm," she hummed softly aloud, stretching her slender tanned arms and tiny 
open palms up over her head, closing her eyes in a slow-motion yawn, "I 
wonder what I'll do tonight...?" Then she realized what she was saying and 
reminded herself of a promise she'd made: not to plan anything at all, just 
to see what would happen. Already she was enjoying being on vacation! 

Suddenly, the front door burst open and a rush of blinding white afternoon 
sunlight rushed into the room along with the heavy stomp of Ellen's 
adolescent son, Leonard. 

"What on earth!" exclaimed the surprised mother, shielding her eyes as she 
tried to adjust to the sudden intense change of light in the room. Already 
she was up and at the door. Her gaze inspected the teenager's handsome, 
youthful body. "Where's your shirt?! And what's the rush!?" 

"Aw, Mom," he said off-handedly, disregarding her admittedly superficial 
concern for amenities. "Gimme a break." He started to rush by her, and then, 
before passing, craned his neck around and kissed her on the cheek. Then he 
went on, up the stairs leading to his bedroom, but not without plopping down 
his books on the hallway end table. She saw that his shirt tailed him, 
stuffed and hanging from his back pocket. 

Her eyes followed his lean, muscular form up the stairs. "You hang that 
shirt up, young man," she said with a smile coming to her thick lips as her 
sharp eyes noted the sheen of perspiration on his young, muscled shoulders. 
She could see in the boy the makings of a man as strong and as virile as his 
father had been. Often, she allowed herself consolation by knowing that 
Leonard would someday be as big and broad-shouldered, as strong and as 
active-already he was showing the signs-as his long-dead father. It was 
comforting to know that raising the boy and his sister alone for all those 
fifteen years had begun to pay off in terms of the children's healthy 
attitude about school, work and play. They were the kind of kids, Ellen 
mused as she made her way back to the living room, who would make any mother 
as proud as can be. 

Just before she returned to the sofa, Ellen picked up from the hallway 
end-table her son's loose-leaf notebook. On the outside of the blue, 
three-ring binder were printed in red and blue ink the names of two girls, 
Anne and Cynthia. Next to the names were a pair of hearts and a 
difficult-to-decipher note, apparently written by one of the girls. "Darling 
Leonard," began the scribble, "I look at you every day in math class and-" 
The rest was washed pale, blurred and illegible. Ellen set the notebook down 
and returned to her comfortable lounging on the living room sofa. 

Even before her head hit the pillow she was remembering what it was like for 
her as a teenager in high school. On account of her voluptuous, premature 
development, she'd been asked out constantly, even in Junior High! So by the 
time she became a Junior in High School, young men were doting on her for 
even a small amount of her time. Dates, Friday and Saturday nights, she 
would book-up well in advance without even trying. Of course, she couldn't 
forget how much trouble it was sometimes to stave off a panting, hungry 
teenager male, to keep him from pawing her to death in the backseat of an 
old Dodge. Sometimes it was awful, trying to remain lady-like and virgin at 
the same time, and feeling sorry for the young feverish boy who was so 
willing to throw himself at her feet-or between her legs-like meat for a 
hungry lioness! It was, she remembered now, one of the most miserable as 
well as one of the best times of her life! 

Is my son going through that now ... trying to get into the panties of some 
teenage girl...? I wonder if Len has sex with girls...? He's only seventeen 
... so young to be ... to be ... carrying on...! So young! 

Just the notion triggered a quick electric shock up Ellen's spine, causing 
her shoulders to shudder. She closed her eyes and smiled for a moment, 
thinking to herself how wonderful it would be to be young again, to be 
Leonard's age, and to be in love with someone like him! She could feel her 
heart flutter and skip a beat with the notion, and she found herself in envy 
of some imagined rival, a young woman like "Cynthia" or "Anne", the girls 
from the notebook cover, and she could picture those younger women, 
teenagers like Crystal, her daughter, wrapped in Leonard's strong arms, his 
hands squeezing and kneading their young, resilient breasts, his mouth 
pressing lewdly to their virginal lips, his tongue slowly.... 

She just had to stop! Such thoughts were not becoming to a mature woman, no 
matter how youthful she kept herself! It was really very silly of her to let 
things get so carried away.... 

No matter how "silly" it was, the attractive mother just had to go upstairs 
and ask Leonard how he'd managed to come home from school without his shirt 
on! She stood up from the living room sofa and gave her little baby-blue 
housecoat an extra tight tug, just to be sure that her voluptuous firm 
breasts and well-rounded buttocks were properly covered in the presence of 
her son. 

Upstairs she found Leonard's bedroom empty and his levies and shirt tossed 
over the end of the bed. She suspected he was in the bathroom and decided to 
wait for him there in the room. She sat comfortably on the side of her son's 
springy bed, her housecoat coming up softly around her tanned downy soft 
thighs as she began to fantasize what it would be like to be very, very 
young again. 

Presently, she espied Leonard's bureau and an open drawer with clothes 
spilling out from inside. "How curious," she said to herself, "that he would 
come home and mess things up so quickly!" She got up from the bed and knelt 
in front of the bureau. As she started shuffling the clothes back into the 
open drawer, her eyes caught upon the corner of a magazine stuffed down 
under the bottom pair of jeans. "Well, well, well," she said, reaching in 
and pulling the color folio out from the drawer. 

On the cover of the magazine was a bright sharply focused color photograph 
of a young naked boy, not more than eighteen, his long cock hardened to a 
steely throbbing stiffness, the cockhead bulbous and heavy with hot blood, 
gnarled blue vein on the topside feverishly pulsing, the boy's nut-nest and 
scrotum hard like little acorns, and with him, their legs spread wide so as 
to reveal the neatly shaved patches of pubic hair on and around their 
puckered pink vees, were two women, one probably twenty-one or twenty-two, 
the other about thirty-five. 

"Why, she's old enough to be my age!" hissed Ellen Fawn in a sudden shock of 
awareness. "And he's using this kind of thing to-" She stopped herself and a 
kind of half-conscious grin came to her thick, rose-colored lips. Her cheeks 
blushed a crimson as an intense sexual image sprang into her brain like a 
hungry jungle animal, voraciously gnawing at her everyday inhibitions, 
devouring her otherwise Puritanical will. 

"God no! Ellen Fawn! What are you thinking about!?!" 

She quickly slipped the magazine back into the drawer under her son's 
trousers and left the bureau as she'd found it. Under no circumstances did 
she want Leonard to know she'd been rummaging through his private personal 
things. 

She returned to merely sitting on the side of the bed and every now and 
again let out a little titter of self-conscious laughter. "Goodness! Oh my, 
oh my, the things my mind will conjure up! I must be a very evil woman 
indeed!" 

Just then Leonard came into the room. "Mom! What are you doing?" 

Ellen Fawn blushed considerably, a wild intense heat filling her chest, 
shoulders and face, so much so that her cheeks turned bright red, nearly 
vermilion. 

"You look like you just got caught with your hands in the cookie-jar, Mom. 
What's up?" 

"Oh, nothing, Leonard. Nothing at all." Her eyes were quick to notice that 
the young man had not buckled his belt. She patted the portion of bed next 
to where she sat, the housecoat barely covering her long tanned thighs. 
"Come over here," she said. "I want to talk to you for a minute." 

Leonard obeyed his mother's wishes, came to her side and sat on the edge of 
the bed next to her. "What's up, Mom?" He felt a little self-conscious, for 
he was a big boy, even for seventeen, broad in the shoulders and heavily 
muscled in the neck and arms. He had powerful hands and fingers, too, and 
more often than not he was mistaken for a college student rather than a High 
School lad. 

Ellen smiled at her young son and asked him if he might not enjoy a back rub 
while she talked. "I know what it's like to be seventeen, Leonard, and I 
want to talk to you about something that's very important...." She stood up 
from the bed and arranged his naked back while talking with him. "It's not 
every day," she said, her long, squeezing fingers working at the muscles of 
his shoulders, squeezing and kneading, "that a young man meets a woman and 
likes her, and it's not every day that-" 

"Mom," he pleaded, getting up and moving away from her reach, "that 
birds-and-the-bees stuff is for kids. I'm a big man now, according to the 
standards of my generation, and I don't need to hear any of that 
molly-coddling stuff about sex!" 

"Oh, well, Leonard, I didn't realize that you were so smart already! After 
all, I ah-" 

Ellen Fawn, for just one instant, found herself somewhat befuddled by her 
son's quick and rebellious reaction to her efforts to help him in matters 
which she'd presumed him to have only a little experience. She stood up, 
turned around and looked out the window which faced on the suburban front 
yard. With her back to him, she asked simply, in a more controlled tone of 
voice, "Let me ask you this: have you ever made love to a woman before?" 

"Mom!" he begged her, his voice requesting that she refrain from asking him 
anything else on that particular subject. 

"Have you?" she persisted in a steady feminine voice. 

"Come on," he said, trying to keep from losing his own sense of youthful 
masculine control. "This isn't something that we should be talking about 
just now, especially since Crystal might come walking in and-" 

"Leave your sister out of this. She can fend for herself. I've asked you a 
simple question and-" Suddenly Ellen heard herself, the way she was 
badgering the young man. "I'm sorry, darling," she said, quite caught up in 
her own emotions. "I don't know what it is-I, ah, guess I got a little 
carried away or something." 

She kept flashing an image of herself and her son as embracing, and this 
particular image was now strikingly real. With it came the same electric 
shock and thrill she'd felt on realizing just a few moments before that her 
very own son was capable of lovemaking. 

"Oh, Leonard," she moaned with the realization of what she was wishing, 
recognizing it for what it was, "I'm, oh, darling, I'm sooo sorry." She sat 
down on the edge of the bed and covered her face with her hands. 

Her teenage son came over and stood next to her asking softly of the lovely, 
voluptuous blond, "Mom? Is everything okay?" Under the housecoat he could 
see his mother's nakedly exposed, hanging breasts! 

She sobbed to herself for a moment, an incredible guilt pang bringing tears 
of humiliation to her eyes and then she nodded, "Oh, yes, I'm sorry darling, 
I just didn't know what I was saying, that's all ... I just didn't realize 
... " 

She looked up and the young boy was only six inches away from her, his 
strong shoulders pulled back powerfully, his chest lean and tanned, and she 
lost herself in his cool, blue eyes and his curly sandy-blonde hair which 
was so much like her own. She gave way to the impetuous, overwhelmingly 
strong desire which had kindled in her loins something irresistibly fiery 
... and she snatched at his face with both hands, for his cheeks, and drew 
his unsuspecting face, his thick, un-expecting lips against her own and 
pressed her tongue into his suddenly excited mouth. 

It was an especially long moment before the young man realized what was 
happening ... before he understood that his own mother was pressing her tiny 
wet tongue fish-like into the hollows of his mouth, pressing her tongue 
lightly around his gums and up into his cheeks until he involuntarily began 
to lightly suck on the darting wet tongue, deliciously sucking it until she 
pulled away with a fierce red blush playing on her cheeks, whispering softly 
in the bright afternoon sunlight which illuminated the room, "Darling ... 
Leonard ... you mean more to me than ... I hope you can understand...." She 
took his face in her hands again and this time when she kissed him she 
leaned back and drew him with her down onto the bed, taking his hand in one 
of her own and putting his palm under her baby-blue silk housecoat and 
showing him that she wanted him to hold her large creamy breast, that she 
wanted him to squeeze and rub it as long as he wanted.... 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Even on her back Ellen Fawn could see the awe-struck teenager, her own son, 
tremble in excitement which shook, his entire young frame. Her outlandish 
advance, her incredible timing, and the sensuous manner in which she'd made 
her unexpected approach all combined together to take away the young man's 
breath entirely. 

"You precious dear thing...." she hissed, letting her breath out in a 
feverish panting gasp as her arms slid hungrily around him so as to draw him 
even closer to her. "This will be our secret, lover ... our very own special 
kind of secret ... Don't worry ... I don't care if you have girlfriends at 
school ... if you've never done it before or if you do it all the time ... 
That doesn't matter to me at all ... Because I'm going to help you ... I'm 
going to show you everything you'll ever need to know. You'll know 
everything, darling. Oh, Leonard, it's going to be so wonderful, darling ... 
so-ooo wonderful!" She pressed her lips here and there on his glowing 
slightly embarrassed blushing cheeks. 

Leonard knew that something very strange and unique and probably not 
altogether ordinary was about to happen to him, but he could hardly refuse 
the intense desires which began swelling up between his legs with his 
mother's renewed caresses to his body. She was enveloping him within the 
realm of her sensuous curves, her full, yielding breasts flattening under 
the solidness of his developing naked chest, her soft warm belly brushing 
lightly against his lean tautness. 

She slowly let her lips part for him and her tiny pink wet tongue sought out 
the hot freshness of his sweet youthful mouth. She could sense his strong, 
young hands clasping at her waist through the blue housecoat. He wasn't 
timid or ill-at-ease, but he did show some sort of protectiveness and 
concern. She kissed him tenderly and with a deeply abiding passion. Already 
she knew that her son was going to be an utterly fabulous young lover. She 
wondered what was possessing her and letting her become so spontaneously and 
terribly free in a manner she'd never until that moment believed possible, 
and then, for an important moment, she told herself not to question 
anything, to let it happen as it might. 

Leonard thought he was going crazy, for such a thing as was happening just 
now seemed so unreal. His own sexy mother, the woman who countless young men 
from school had admired from afar for years, was actually kissing him in the 
mouth, kissing him passionately with hot, wet lips, holding him with a 
crushing grip against her flattened out breasts until he could feel their 
hardened pink nipples digging into his chest like little pebbles. And her 
hot little tongue kept working inside his anxious mouth, too! He had heard 
of such things, of French kissing, of older women and younger boys, and he'd 
heard stories in the locker room which would make a fly blush, but this! 
This, with his own mother ... he couldn't believe it! And, oh, Christ, his 
cock was jerking around like mad, getting so stiff and hard that he swore he 
was getting blue balls already. The ache was terrific, and he heard his mind 
saying, Oh, yeah, it hurts so good ... it's just the right kind of ache, 
too.... 

She clasped him tightly, completely lost in the lewd pleasure which her 
smothering kisses afforded her. She let her hand go sliding down between 
their two bodies, searchingly investigating his caged young crotch until she 
felt him tremble under her exploring touch. She didn't rush for what she was 
looking for; rather she took her time, slowly mapping out the territory 
between his legs, seductively teasing with her long, slender fingers, 
gradually preparing to use her palm in the form of a light, clenching fist 
to bring his young prick to full attention. Somehow every move was coming to 
her easily, quickly, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do before she 
did it. The fact that it was her own son made things ex citing, yes, but it 
was his youth which appealed to her the most, his youth and his virile, 
tanned flesh which was so much like her own smooth brown skin. 

At last she reached for the whole hardened stiffness contained in the boy's 
levies, taking the straining outline of his young penis into her clenching 
fingers, and she could feel his sudden spasmodic reaction to the quick, 
light fisting around his cock. His body jerked instinctively forward, as if 
he were already inside the wickedly forbidden territory of his mother's hot 
little cunt. She pulled on the jerking hardness delicately with her thumb 
and forefinger, working the mushroom head contained within his stiff jeans 
as best she could. 

"Leonard, darling, are you okay, honey?" 

"I'm just so surprised, Mom," he whispered back. 

"Don't be, honey ... This is going to be nice ... you just wait and see ... 
very nice ... Mmmmmmm, yes...." And all the time that she talked to him she 
continued to work her fingers around the form of the stiffened prick within 
the crotch of his trousers. "It feels so nice and hard, honey," she 
whispered against his panting young mouth. "Let me stretch it out for you 
just a bit more, just to see it all big and stiff the way I know it gets 
sometimes ... Don't worry, Leonard, I'll be sooooooo gentle.... 

Don't worry about anything at all...." 

"Oh, God ...!" Leonard grunted in confused and desperate excitement. "I 
don't know if I can take it ... I just don't know if...." He felt her soft 
palm caressing and then working softly on his fly, and he whimpered again as 
he heard the metallic sound of his zipper coming undone and open. There was 
a moment's pause and he arched his body upwards and sideways; she followed 
him over and they were against each other facing one another, only now her 
fingers were working gently, crawling into his crotch through the opening in 
his shorts to work into the quivering flesh of his pelvis. Then the fingers 
wrapped in ultimately possessive warmness around the throbbing shaft of his 
hardened cock and brought it out into the open. 

Now they were well on their way, and it seemed that there could be no 
stopping either of them. She had his cock in her soft little hand and she 
was rubbing it gently with her fingers. Sometimes she would let go and run 
the back of her hand against the length of the stiffness, running her soft 
knuckles and fingers at the outline of the bulbous vein which was wildly 
pulsing and snapping blood into the throbbing cockhead, and other times she 
would use her fingers to clasp the root of the prick shaft, guiding it back 
and forth so as to make the spongy cap rub lewdly against the softness of 
her own smooth belly. 

He couldn't believe it when she took his balls into her hand! He had thought 
of this countless times, with lots of women, with the woman across the 
street, for instance, and with his young, lovely sister, too, and even once 
with his mother, just as they were doing it now, but not in all his years 
did he ever think it would really come to pass! And yet right then, at that 
moment, she was playing with his rock-hard testicles! God, he felt like he 
might explode into a thousand pieces! 

"Oh, yes, Leonard, I've been wanting you this way forever ... I didn't know 
it before, darling ... I just didn't know it at all ... But now, now that I 
feel you and your balls in my hands and get your prick in my fingers ... Oh, 
honey ... Mmmmmmmmm, yes-ssssssss! You feel soooooooooooo good!" 

He shook his head nervously, wondering what her lewd appeal she would make. 

"I think we should undress, darling! We should get undressed and see what 
everything looks like! Don't you think so, too?!" 

He could hardly find the words to speak. Instead, he nodded slightly, his 
eyes gazing sideways at the Madonna-like smile which stayed glued on her 
thick, moist lips. Her lovely blue eyes, as blue as his sister's, were 
glowing intensely with desire ... with fire ... feverishly, insanely glowing 
into his own ... and her hands were still working, waiting ... working on 
his prick while they waited for him to nod again and confirm finally that he 
was ready to undress. 

She leaned forward, her rosy lips brushing lightly against his own similarly 
thick lips and as she did, her hugely white rounded breasts became even 
fuller and more globular resilient in front of his very eyes. He was going 
to see all of them in their full naked creaminess and ... and he was going 
to see her naked beautiful ass, too ... and her pussy ... all covered with 
that sandy blonde hair, just like the pubic hair around his own hardened 
cock ... that she was rubbing with her fingers again! 

"Now, now, Lenny," she panted in a low, gravelly voice, "there's nothing to 
worry about at all. Just remember, this is a kind of present for you ... 
It's a kind of an alternative...." 

"An alternative?" he asked, hardly aware of the sound of his own frightened 
voice. "An alternative to what?" 

"I found that, ah, magazine of yours. It was quite by accident, but I found 
it. And I have a hunch what you've been doing with it." 

"Oh, Mom, gee, I really didn't mean to, ah...." He stammered on for a 
moment, a big blush taking over his face and turning him clown red, and then 
beet red! He could hardly think. "I wish you didn't know about that...." 

"But I do," she said, "and now that I do, I'm going to help you stop doing 
that. I'm going to show you the right way to get on, now that you're a grown 
up man with a big hard prick and all." She gave his testicles a special 
squeeze, and the lust-bloated orbs within his chilled scrotum nearly 
exploded right then and there. "Oh, Mom," he hissed, his eyes about popping 
out of his head with lusty awareness of her tenderly squeezing fingers 
between his thighs. "Please...." 

Even though Lenny couldn't see down there between his legs to where her soft 
warm hand was working at the sensitively throbbing head of his penis, he 
could just about imagine in every detail the way her fingers were pulling at 
the thickened portion of his cock cap, plying it between her thumb and index 
finger, and he could very nearly see in his mind's eye the way her hand 
would occasionally fist his large hardened cock into a kind of involuntarily 
jerking pulse, giving it a rhythm which he never knew possible. 

"Oh, Mom!" he murmured under his breath. "Oh, God, Mom!" 

"Yes," she panted warmly in his ear, letting her hot moist breath caress the 
side of his ear lobe and the nape of his neck, "I understand, darling ... I 
understand...." And her fingers came stroking up the throbbing shaft of his 
pulsating cock, one in particular tracing the long, blue bulbous vein which 
ran along the topside of the meaty thickness. "Mmmm, yes," she said, "Momma 
understands, baby ... Just hang on for a little bit longer and Momma's gonna 
give you everything, you hear?" Her fingers took a special delicate and lewd 
pinch of his thickened cock-head. "Everything!" 

A moment later and Ellen Fawn gave way to the irresistible temptation to 
have her adolescent son splay his legs on his back and show off his 
gargantuan cock. She worked her fingers around the upright thickened shaft 
and showed herself the pink crowning tip. "Mm," she murmured, softly 
encasing his prick in her long, cool fingers, quietly wetting and moistening 
her lips with her ready tongue, "I'm going to give you something special, 
darling ... something you'll never forget ever!" 

Lenny could hardly breathe, he was so excited with the idea of watching her 
golden hair part around his prick as she drew her head up and down, sweeping 
his crotch with her soft, silky blonde hair. "This is why a woman grows her 
hair long," she cooed to him, her broom-like silky mane caressing the tender 
tip of his spongy, galvanized helmet while she held the root of the 
thickness in her fingers. From time to time his own pink cockhead would 
appear in the curtaining folds of her parting, sweeping hair. "Oh, Maw...." 
he groaned, beside himself with joy as the sweeping sensation aroused his 
ardour yet another lusty notch toward orgasm. "Ahhh, geeeee!" 

Next he felt the incredible feverish heat of the hot moist wet insides of 
her hollowing, billowing mouth as she let her warm lips go slipping down 
over his tingling cock-head. He'd swear she'd sucked the entire length of 
his fat prick into her mouth, into that hot wet cavernous and forbidden 
sanctuary of oral pleasures. Her tongue whipped curlingly around it, and he 
could feel the tender pressure of her hot sucking cheeks drawing in around 
it for long, languorous moments, sucking her way up and down the thick, 
throbbing shaft of his hitherto virginal cock, something which he knew but 
she did not. She sucked her mouth off of his prick and looked up the length 
of his body, smiling at him and saying in her best sensuous voice, "I think 
it's time that I undressed, darling. Don't you?" 

He could only nod in utter wonderment as his mother slowly and sensuously 
let loose of his hardened prick, standing up at the end of his bed and 
smiling, inviting him to do the same ... to undress! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Ellen slipped gracefully from the baby blue housecoat, letting it float down 
to the floor like a paper airplane. Lenny stared from the bed, his anxious 
young eyes fixing on the curvaceous white body which was nearly totally 
naked in front of him. He barely noticed her lewd little smile of lecherous 
intent as she slowly wriggled around so as to stroke her panties down and 
off of her hips, rolling them quickly and tightly off of her smooth tanned 
thighs, her breasts hanging and jiggling as she bent over to pull off the 
sheer black panties, leaving herself entirely naked. 

He saw the luscious curly blonde hair of her triangle between the tanned 
comely thighs of her legs, up high between her supple white loins ... her 
lovely pussy revealed to him once and for all! He could even see the moistly 
puckered lips of her vagina, glistening and damp in the pubic fleece between 
the full, satin-smooth thighs of her long, shapely legs! It was everything 
he could do to keep from choking on his own frustrating panting! "God ... 
God .. oh, God...." 

"Now, now, Lenny," she said softly, climbing up on the end of the bed with 
her full, luminescent breasts floating towards him like a pair of small, 
pendular shaped moons, glowing iridescent white in all their creaminess, "I 
just want to come up there with you and get you to relax a little bit ... 
that's all. . 

She stopped midway and said softly, "Wait a second, I'll be back in a 
jiffy." She interrupted herself for something and climbed down off the bed 
and stood at the end. She leaned over, with her back to him, and picked up 
her panties, and as she did, the soft, lean crevice of her buttocks opened 
up like a peeled piece of fruit, and there, staring back at the teenager was 
the hairless puckered brown ring of his mother's anus, the tight little 
rubbery sphincter as clear as day, guarding within the tightness of her 
long, smooth rectum. 

She stood up and went on her way out of the room for a moment, and Lenny 
heard the flush of the toilet and some water running. When Ellen Fawn came 
back into the room her son was sitting on the edge of the bed holding his 
head in his hands. 

"Oh, Lenny, what's the matter, honey?" 

"Mom, I don't know ... This seems so, well, so different." 

"Yes, I know," she said, "I think so, too, and I'm just as concerned as you 
are that we make sure we do things right. After all, it wouldn't be any good 
for us to be causing ourselves problems, right, darling?" 

"Yeah, exactly," said Lenny, his voice lightening up. "I don't want to feel 
bad when we're done, Mom. That's all. You know what I mean?" 

"Exactly. We have to be careful with each other's feelings as well as with 
our bodies. Isn't that what you're trying to say?" 

All the time that she sat next to him softly talking about how they had to 
watch out for one another, she was slowly riding her hand down his knee and 
back up again, to between his legs. It was almost unconscious, for in her 
heart, she, too, wondered if this was a proper thing to be doing. 

But something was driving her on, making her do it. She felt possessed, like 
a different person than the woman who raised the boy and made him into a 
man. She felt like a lover, not like his mother, and she knew that she 
needed to go ahead with her advances, if only to find out what it would be 
like to be held in her own son's arms ... and to quench the horrifyingly 
intense fires she was feeling in her sweet, soft loins. 

"Lenny," she said, "I want you to lay down a little. Lay down right here. I 
promise that I won't do anything that you won't like, and if it gets too, 
ah, heavy, you just say so and I'll stop. We can always stop, you know. We 
don't have to so this just because we started, you see. We do have to try 
though. I'm sorry but we have to try...." 

Her emotions were carrying her away. 

She could no more stop than a locomotive could if it was going at full 
steam. But she thought she could stop, thought that she could slow down at 
will. She didn't realize that her attraction to her young, handsome son was 
more than a casual, spontaneous thing. It had been going on, and she had 
been resisting it, for years. And now, now she was finally going to have 
some of his young flesh in her own hands ... his legs in her rubbing palms 
and his smooth, rounded cheeks between her squeezing fingers ... and most 
importantly, she was going to take his young, jerking prick in her fingers 
and rub it around on her lips and make herself as hot and feverish as 
possible with it ... Mmmm, she could already taste the pungent splattering 
cum from his lust-churning testicles as it would come searing into her mouth 
and down her throat. 

"Oh, God, Lenny!" she moaned, pressing him flat on the bed and kissing him 
with passionate intensity to match the fantasy which had been going on in 
her head. "I just have to have you, darling ... just this once, honey...." 
She licked his lips with quick, darting actions from her little wet tongue, 
pressing and tasting his young mouth with her own while her hand worked down 
at his belt with quick agile fingers to undo the metal buckle and to go 
sliding down into his underwear once again. This time her naked body pressed 
against his and worked to heighten the sensations he was having from her 
squeezing hand between his legs. 

Lenny thought for sure he wouldn't be able to live through this, that he 
would die before it ended, that some sort of earthquake would come into that 
one room and destroy them before he exploded in total ecstatic delight! 

Ellen's lustful and lecherous passion had arrived at that salaciously 
blinding peak where only wanton and obscene desires filled her lust-fogged 
brain. Where before, a moment ago, she'd been considering that it was in 
some ways wrong to be erotically involved with her own son, now what 
prompted her on in this sexual assault on the teenager was pure and heavenly 
desire! She eased, in her total nakedness, up and down the teenager boy's 
body. He lay motionless in obvious fear and wonderment, his thickened young 
cock still protruding and straining in outline against the crotch of his 
jeans. Slowly, she moved her hands down to the place where his cock pulsed 
warm and began to ache with desires stimulated by her roving fingers, and 
she pulled the hearty meat this way and that so as to protect it from 
unnecessary friction as she pulled his trousers from around his hips. She 
worked both pair of pants off of his young body at the same time, exposing 
and revealing the long flopping member between her son's legs. 

She had seen the organ countless times as the boy grew up, bathing him in 
the tub and sometimes wondering what he'd be like as a man, watching him 
prepare for his first Junior High dance, and on other occasions. But this 
was the first time she'd seen his naked stiffness since he'd become a man, 
and it thrilled her to know that he and that huge throbbing cock had come 
out of her womb seventeen years before! 

Impelling sensations of sensual urgency raced through her loins and belly as 
she watched him lay subservient and helpless before the irresistible 
captivations of her own curvaceous flesh and her curling, squeezing fingers. 
His youthful hands were eagerly exploring her tingling breasts now with 
unrestrained desire. 

His fingers clamped down around her right, white creamy breast and he went 
squeezing and kneading the softness of the thing, working it with his 
fingers like a play object, rubbing it, especially at the mushroom-colored 
cap around the strawberry-colored tip of tensed nipple. "Mmmm," he 
unconsciously muttered, for the first time escaping this shock of the 
surprise that he was actually laying naked on his bed with his own 
lusciously endowed voluptuous Mom, the woman who countless young men from 
school had so many times whistled at and goo-goo eyed. He'd always taken her 
for granted, but now, here on his bed in the privacy of the house, with her 
trim naked body next to his own young lean muscled form, the electricity 
passing between their two bodies like lighting and sparking, he could 
understand once again how his friends had envied him. Her softness, her 
luscious, ripe breasts, her smooth taut brown belly and the slick between 
her loins all hot and moist, and her pinkly puckered vaginal lips-it all 
added up to a perfect combination of total lewd stimulation! 

Ellen's blood pounded in her temples as she watched her boy squeezing her 
breasts, playing with her nipples. She leaned forward and kissed him on the 
shoulder and then went lightly sliding down his tight, muscular belly until 
she arrived at the head of his sensuously jerking cock. She went extending 
her tiny tongue so that Lenny could see its tip wriggling against the little 
slit at the tip while she tenderly caressed and weighed his sperm-filled 
testicles below with her long, knowing fingers. 

"Ooooooh, God," Lenny murmured in a whispered hiss, wondering when the 
tantalizing wonderfulness would reach a height and subside. He was beside 
himself with the intensity of ardent emotions she was extracting from his 
cock and balls. 

Ellen went into a kneeling position, and she gently guided his legs wide 
apart and moved between them, drawing Lenny's buttocks closer to the edge of 
the bed so that his knees were wide spread and his feet were flat on the 
floor below. Her breathing came in short lust-driven gasps as she clasped 
his throbbing cock between thumb and forefinger at its base, pulling the 
mushroom headed muscle upwards and plunging downwards with her saliva-heated 
mouth omnivorously down over it! 

Lenny nearly choked on his own surprised, startled sensations, letting out a 
little groaning sound as he watched the luscious blonde lady frantically 
sucking his cock! God, he hoped that he wouldn't be punished for enjoying 
something so beautiful as his mother's thick, moist reddened lips travelling 
up and down the length of his fat, lust sharpened prick. He gasped and 
shudderingly whimpered as her wet full lips went hotly and rhythmically 
engulfing his rock-hard cock, and her hot lashing tongue worked circles up 
and down the ripening stiffness, playing it for all the throb she could get 
out of it with her hungrily nursing mouth! 

Like her son, Ellen was extremely stimulated by the lewd and obscene act 
they were performing together. Her heart fluttered with excitement as she 
worked her neck around in a circle so as to be able to lick at the underside 
of the crowning mushroom head. She travelled down the rod with long, 
gracefully wet licking motions, sliding into the base territory in the curly 
sandy-blonde pubes of his groin. She used her hands repeatedly to hold onto 
his bloated testicles and to rub them one against the other while her lips 
would go sucking on the side of the thickened cock or up to the hearty, 
spongy tip where the bulbous head came between her lips like a spear shot 
directly into a fine soft target of wet heated flesh. The sweet young 
boy-cock Ellen was exploring and savoring, she knew unconsciously, would be 
able to fill her with the long desired sweet cum in her mouth, and she would 
be able to suck it out of him and swallow it down into her seething belly 
... every delicious drop! Already she was anticipating a wonderful cum for 
both of them! 

It was at this moment when the realization flashed in her mind with crystal 
clear brilliance as it hadn't before, astounding her, even in her 
lust-crazed state. What she was doing, sucking Lenny's handsome cock, was 
what she had longed to do for ages, that she had unknowingly nourished and 
denied this impulse as long as she could remember! 

With a sense of wanton abandon, then, she sucked and licked, thoroughly 
examining with her avid, longing tongue his pulsating young cock, working 
the tip of her tongue into the ridges of cartilage, pressing her painting, 
sweeping mouth organ flat and wet and hot into each and every wrinkle. With 
her long soft fingers she cupped his sperm-heavy balls and used her thumb 
and index finger to reach up and hold the base of the heavily thickened 
stiffness. Wantonly, she knelt between his young widespread legs, continuous 
and irresistible passion mounting within her lust-infused nakedness as she 
visualized the exciting sight it must make for him to see her mouth working 
slave-like on his cock head, to see the bulbous cap pressing outwards in the 
hollows of her cheeks as he watched her washing his prick with her tongue 
and the insides of her mouth. She sensed him thrusting his lean hips upward 
into her rhythmically descending face, fucking his aching hardness 
desperately up between her wetly fastened lips and on into her possessively 
sucking mouth. Then, she began to swallow in lecherous desire, trying to 
take the prick's fully pulsing head down all the way into her hot, velvet 
throat. 

Young Lenny stared in total awe at the mouthing of his burning cock while an 
unbearable ache throbbed and pounded through his fired up loins and tensed, 
hardened thighs and belly. She had sucked him into such hardness that he had 
no idea what there was left to do! It was like he'd been infused with some 
sort of total numbness, a strong drug injected into his body and making him 
totally unaware of anything but the steady hot wet lashing of her tongue up 
and down the thickness of his aching cock, around the crowning rim, her 
tongue-wetness applying to every nook and cranny of his hardened ready 
prick! 

"Uuuuuuhhhh, God ... Mom!" he moaned, lustfully enjoying the pleasure of her 
thick red moist lips pressing soulfully into the sides of his cock and up 
and down several times in a row until he thought he could no longer possibly 
stand it! 

"Oh, God, I dunno anymore ... I just dunno ... Mom!" 

Suddenly everything stopped. She pulled away and sat up, her soft white 
breasts and hard little strawberry nipples jiggling to a stand still. She 
licked her thick red lips and they remained moistened and glistening, like 
his wet shining prick. The sucking had ended abruptly. 

"What? What happened?" he begged to know, suddenly feeling terrible and 
deprived. "Mom? Why'd you stop?" 

"I just wanted to enjoy you for a moment," she said languorously reaching 
out her long, slender naked arms and running her fingers through his curly 
blonde locks. "I just want to feel how nice you are in my hands, Lenny ... 
that's all. . 

She cupped his handsome face beneath the chin and drew his mouth closer to 
one of her swollen breasts, while she held the resilient white mound cupped 
in the other hand and said, "This is for you, darling ... I want you to take 
it in your hand and suck it. Suck it just like I sucked your sweet cock, 
darling!" 

Lenny could hardly believe his eyes. The bulging breast was only an inch 
from his hungrily desirous lips. He tongued outwards and licked at the tip 
like it was forbidden candy, and in the next moment he lunged upwards for 
it, crushing his face into the pillowy softness of his mother's resilient, 
firm breast. The creamy whiteness of the soft breast soaked up his 
love-starved lips, and he sucked off the tip of the reddened pebbly nipple 
with a ravenous hunger, rolling the little bud of erotica flesh between his 
lips and up and down against his tongue. He soaked it with saliva and then 
went caressingly around and around the pointy little nipple tip, pretending 
that he had all the time in the world for this delicious feasting. 

"Mmm, Mom," he hummed softly as he continued to rub his wet tongue against 
the soft flesh of her breast-nipple. "Oh, yeah!" 

Strangely unfamiliar sensations spiraled up through Ellen Fawn's belly and 
between her legs as she watched her son's lecherous, obscene licking of her 
nipple. With a special breathless delight she pressed forward, into his 
moist cavernous mouth, and then took hold of his head from behind, at the 
nape, and literally suffocated him with the pressure of her breast in his 
face. 

When Lenny pulled away it was in order to get a breath of fresh air, and 
that was the only reason why. He'd have gone on sucking that soft breast for 
just about forever if it hadn't been necessary to breathe. 

"Oh, yes, honey," gasped Ellen, her tanned shoulders and the swell of her 
fully rounded breasts turning a bright crimson with yet another feverish 
blush, "now I know for sure that this was meant to be. I didn't know before, 
but now, now that I see your cock-" She glanced downwards between his legs 
and took hold of the glistening stiffness there, the jerking cap and the 
bulbous vein all coming under light pressure in her little squeezing fist. 
"-Now that I see your cock and how big and strong it is, and when I get an 
idea of the way you can suck my breasts, well, oh, yes, I just know for sure 
that this is going to be just right for both of us. It's going to be just 
what we needed ... Mmmmm, yes...." She took to massaging his cock, squeezing 
and unsqueezing, softly rolling her fingers up and down the long oily-wet 
shaft still juicy from her previous licking and sucking. She pressed her 
breast forward again, between his lips and said, "Now suck me some more, 
darling ... just suck my breast a little longer and make Momma hot, eh? Oh, 
yes, that's the way ... Just suck it right up ... Mmmm, good ... keep 
licking it, too ... I like it a lot when you lick, Lenny ... Lick it 
nice...." 

As she spoke and enjoyed her son's steadily brushing tongue and sucking 
lips, she also continued to work out a steady rhythmic tugging and squeezing 
with her fingers wrapped around his cock, pulling and jerking it softly into 
a nice, pulsating throb. 

"Do you like it, honey? Do you like for me to play with you while you suck 
on my breast?" Her cool blue eyes were blazing with a red hot lust! 

The young boy applied a hand to the breast in his mouth and kneaded the 
flesh of the nipple and its environs while continuing to swirl his tongue 
downwards on the lust hardened tip and tensed surrounding cap. Little goose 
bumps travelled in circles around the breast, like soldiers dismounting a 
huge mountain, ringing down and climbing off of the pillowy mound. 

Ellen could feel Leonard's throbbing cock delightfully jerking in her hand 
and suddenly she leaned into his ear and whispered in a moist, hot voice, 
lusty with desire, "You're doing so fine, honey ... You're making me so hot 
and so excited ... I want to do something special for you, honey. I want you 
to have something nice for being so good to me," and just like that she 
suddenly stopped everything a second time, letting go of his jerking wet 
prick, pulling her fully ripened and swollen breast away from his mouth and 
preventing him for a moment any of the niceties he'd been enjoying. 

"What's happening?" he complained. "I don't understand." 

"I just want you to see something, Lenny, that's all. I just want to give 
you a little treat, something you probably haven't had before." 

"What?" 

"Did you ever look at a pussy up close? Did you?" 

"Hunh?" he blushed considerably. The answer was mostly no. Not that he 
hadn't been with some girls, but he was very much a virgin. And he'd have to 
lie in order to say that he'd really seen a pussy up close. 

"I didn't know for sure," she said with a lascivious smile, "but I didn't 
think so...." She stood up on her knees and wriggled her smooth, tanned hips 
in such a way that she brought her pelvis around to bare in front of him, 
and she took hold of his shoulders and used them for support as she spread 
her full thighs so as to make possible a viewing of her sweetly pulsing 
cunt. "Mmm, there," she said, having stationed herself in such a manner that 
the sandy blonde hair of her vagina was dead on in front of him, her pinkly 
puckered lips slightly opened and parted with readiness and heavy-scented 
wetness. "Isn't that nice? You just take your time and look in there ... 
Isn't that just what you'd like to look at for a minute or two, eh?" 

Lenny's eyes were practically popping out of his head. There in front of him 
was a perfectly formed, sweetly wetted vagina, the narrow pink lips pouting 
at him like the lips of some teenage girl in one of his classes at high 
school. Only this wasn't the cunt of some girl, this was the real life 
pussy, hot and wet and juicy, of a real woman, and if he wanted to ... He 
was about to ask her when she took his hand and guided his trembling fingers 
up close to the dense pubic hairs, into the blonde curly triangle, holding 
one finger in particular, his middle one, guiding it forward into the 
flouted lips and touching just the tip of that finger against the glistening 
red bud of her clitoris. 

"That's my clit, Lenny ... Do you know about the clit? Mmm?" She wiggled his 
finger back and forth on her clitoris, showing him what he could do with the 
handsome little flesh button of erotica. "You just wiggle it like that, rub 
it some, and mmmm 

... oh, yes ... Lenny! Lenny! Oh, Leonard!!!" 

She took to rolling the ball of his finger against the sprung button of her 
sensitized clitoral flesh, working the finger back and forth across the 
wetted sensational fleshy spot and its environs. The flouting, puckering 
lips of her vagina spread out and swelled up, puckering and spreading more 
and more ... the more he worked his finger, the more they swelled and turned 
a luminescent radiating hot pink ... glowing with lust! 

Nothing before had ever been like this for Ellen Fawn. She knew she would 
probably hate herself later for allowing herself to be so lecherous and so 
provocative with her own teenage son, but she couldn't help herself. She 
looked down between her legs and watched the way she was manipulating his 
finger against the lips of her vagina, and she gazed at his bulging eyes and 
the look of steady blush in his hot young cheeks, wondering to herself how 
much of the delicious finger-fucking she could stand without gushing out in 
a steady, broken fire hydrant kind of cum...! Already she could feel the 
damning juices welling up and preparing to come flowing out in tidal wave 
strength, drenching everything, and her loins were quivering and shuddering 
in readiness for that moment. 

"Oh, Mom," said Lenny, his eyes practically popping out of his head as he 
watched the hot little clit petal stiffening under his fingering pressure, 
"I don't think I can take much more of this ... I don't ... Mmmmm, yes ... " 

She'd reached out without her other hand and taken hold of his glistening 
stiffness. She held his jerking prick while guiding his other finger in 
dildo-like efficiency against the stimulated bud of her clitoral flesh. 

"Keep doing it, Lenny ... Just for a little longer," she pleaded, "and I'll 
take your cock on a ride like you've never imagined possible ... Mmm, yes 
... just keep ... fingering ... my CUNT!" 

She felt like she was going to explode, like some sort of liquid bullet was 
going to come firing out of her feverish vagina, announcing her lusty 
abandonment to sexual behavior involving her son. Suddenly, she felt so 
guilty about everything. Deep in her mind she was fearful that she would be 
punished and would never be forgiven for having had sex with her young son, 
but she couldn't stop ... it was too much to ask that she stop .'. . and she 
held on tight to his spasmodically jerking cock, and to his righteously 
grinding finger in her cunt. 

Lenny's breath was coming in short little gasps as he awkwardly pressured 
and then cupped the whole softly curling triangle with his hotly sweating 
palm. His finger was working at a new angle up between the flouted red 
leaves of her vaginal space, his finger-ball lightly flicking slowly but 
surely back and forth on the tensed extended clitoral button. 

"Ohhh, yess, Lenny!" she hissed. "Yessss! Do it, darling ... Do it hard like 
that ... Mmmm, you like to do it for Mommy, don't you? Don't you like to 
help me this way honey?" 

She started to undulate her hips around and around in tiny little obscene 
stripper circles, grinding and rippling her whitely curved buttocks and 
pressing her hot cunt down harder on the boy's instinctively clutching 
fingers and palm. She let loose of his massively stimulated, aching prick 
and lifted one leg over his prostrate body until she was straddling his hips 
with her desire drenched humid loins directly above his rigid cock, and she 
bent down and hungrily licked at his mouth, kissing him soulfully in the 
face several times in a row. 

"Now I have to have it, Lenny ... I just have to have it up inside me. I 
need it, don't you understand, darling? I could have waited, I suppose," she 
hissed at him, "but not anymore, not now that we've gone this far ... I 
don't see any reason, either ... After all, you're a grown young man now, 
and I'm a consenting woman ... I don't see why we can't, and besides that 
... oh, Lenny ... never mind...." 

She shot her hand down between her moist loins and took hold of his hot 
thick throbbing prick. Lenny leaned upwards, craning his neck so that he 
could watch her full white thighs spread wide apart lewdly around the 
obscene sight of her hand taking hold of his erotically aching cock! 

"I need you to fuck me, Lenny, do you understand that? I need you to fuck 
me...." He could see from the look on her face that she was intense about 
something, but he didn't put the word fuck together with the expression and 
the action for a moment or two. And then it dawned on him like a brisk new 
morning, that she was going to put his hardened cock into her wet, 
lust-heated pussy, and that they were going to actually do it! 

She let loose of his cock for a moment and reached into the sandy-blonde 
curls of her pubis and took hold of the softly trembling and flouted pink 
pussy lips buried underneath and spread them out sideways so as to open up 
the channel itself, revealing its moist purplish interior flesh within. 

"Can you see it, Lenny? Do you see up into it, darling?" 

The enticing exposure of her secret genitals completely mesmerized him, and 
for one long instant he could do nothing but stare into the heavenly pink 
fleshy aperture, looking at it as he'd never looked at anything before. 

I'm actually going to have my cock inside her, he thought to himself. It's 
going to be wonderful.... 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Crystal Fawn had a special reason for approaching her house as quietly as 
possible. For one thing, accompanying the teenaged girl was a young man 
about whom Mrs. Fawn had once said, "That one! But Crystal, he's nothing but 
trouble! You stay away from him, you hear-as much as possible! I can tell 
his type! One of these days he's going to want something ... something 
sexual. And I don't want you in bed with someone who looks so-so-Oh, 
Crystal! Just take my word for it, please?!" So the lovely young teenage 
girl knew full well that her mother disapproved of Alex Cornright. But that 
was less cause for discretion than it was for action! Simply stated, Crystal 
wanted to see what it would be like to kiss a young man like Alex-especially 
considering that her mother disliked him! 

"Alex," she whispered to the young man in the leather coat who accompanied 
her to the front porch, "you have to be especially quiet. My Mom might be 
home. She just started her vacation and she probably in the living room. If 
we're quiet we can stay right here." 

The young man grunted something slightly obscene and snorted at Crystal, "I 
don't give a damn what your Mom thinks!" He grabbed the young blonde and 
held her around the waist, his fingers clutching her narrow, trim hips while 
his tongue plunged fully into her small, puckered mouth, filling the hollow 
of her right cheek almost instantly The lovely young girl sucked at the 
fish-like tongue swimming in the sanctuary of her mouth, and when she had a 
good hold on it, she squeezed down with her thick, rose-colored lips, and 
the rush of blood from her aroused body filled her face with a bright 
crimson blush. 

"Mmm," she sighed, slightly pulling away and leaning against the front door, 
"that was nice, Alex ... Really nice!" 

Her sincerity impressed him. 

He looked the teenaged blonde up and down. His eyes drank in her supple, 
firm figure, the full-blown swollen breasts which protruded braless like a 
pair of beckoning beacons, demanding his eyes to size them up as no less 
than forty-twos. "You know, Crystal," he said with a lewd grin playing in 
the corners of his lips, "sometimes I think your breasts are even 
prettier-bigger than your mother's! Which are pretty large, right? She's got 
forties, eh? C-cups?" Not only was his language obscene, but the expression 
on his face was very lascivious. His eyes indicated with a darting glance 
toward the inside of the house that he was wondering where Crystal's mother 
was at that very moment. 

Despite his crass lechery, Crystal smiled at him with delight playing in her 
innocent eyes. She was really just too young to understand the ways of a man 
like Alex Cornright, and her longings to trust him-especially at a moment 
like this-outweighed her inclination to look at him objectively. "Will you 
kiss me again?" she asked softly, her voice purring kitten-like. 

"Maybe later," said the rowdy, dark-haired young man, pushing his hand 
lightly at the screen door which blocked his view into the Fawn household. 
"Whadaya say we go find your old lady and tell her a thing or two about how 
we get on so good, eh, Crystal?" 

"She doesn't like you," Crystal said, pulling the door closed again. 

"So? That much more reason for your Mom and I to get to know each other." He 
pulled his coat vainly by the lapels, straightening it some. "Once a woman 
like your mother really gets to understanding a fellow like me, Crystal 
baby, there's no telling what could happen between us! Come on, lemme just 
have a little look-see at her, eh?" 

Before the young well-built blonde could stop him, Alex Cornright had 
pressed the screen door open and proceeded into the living room of the 
house, sauntering here and there looking around, craning his neck and 
inspecting the house. "I don't think she's in here, honey," he said as 
Crystal, shocked and taken aback by his forwardness arrived alongside him. 

"You've got a lot of nerve," she said, shaking her fist at him, trying to 
pretend that she could get that angry at this young man. "You can't just 
come barging into our house like this! It's not right!" 

"Ah, go on," said Alex, running one hand along the slick black hair which on 
his head which ended in a ducktail behind his head. "What are you talking 
about, I can't! Ha!" He pulled out a comb and stroked through the long black 
strands. "Where is she, anyhow? Aren't you just a little curious about 
that?" 

"Yeah, well, sure I am," said Crystal, putting her books down on the end 
table on top of her brother's. "Maybe she's upstairs." 

"Let's have a look," hissed Alex. "I ain't' got all day, ya know!" He 
grinned broadly and followed Crystal up the stairs. She was shaking her head 
and wondering to herself why she was allowing this young man to go upstairs 
to the bedrooms of the household. It was strange, but she would have sworn 
she could feel his eyes burning a steady gaze into her lightly shifting rump 
as they mounted the staircase. At one point she turned around and looked 
back at him and sure enough he was staring right at the place in her skirt 
which covered the crack in her ass. "You behave yourself," she whispered at 
him. At the top of the stairs she stopped and hushed herself. "Oh, God," she 
said, "I don't know what's going on but it sure is something!" 

"What do you mean?" whispered Alex. "Lemme have a listen, too." 

From the top of the stairs, where they stood about fifteen paces from young 
Leonard's bedroom, Alex and Crystal could hear passionate breathing and 
occasional gasping. Sometimes there was a slight moaning sound, something 
painful and bleating, like someone was being tortured slightly. 

"God, I wonder what it could be!" she fearfully asked herself aloud. 

"Ha!" Alex laughed and chuckled a little to himself. "Sounds to me like your 
brother's got a girl friend in there with him. That's what it could be! Ha!" 

"Leonard? Are you kidding?" She shook her head from side to side. "He's so 
shy! Jeeze, he'd never bring a girl home here." 

"Then maybe it's some stranger in there, balling her brains out with no 
one!" 

"I don't know," said Crystal, "unless-" She stopped short. 

Alex filled in the rest of her sentence: "It could be your Mom, eh? Ho, that 
would be rich, hey? Her resenting me giving you a kiss and all every now and 
then, and meanwhile she's home spending the afternoon fucking her brains out 
with some salesman or something, eh? Ho, that's real rich!" 

"But why isn't she in her own bedroom? Or in my room?" 

"The mystery goes on," grunted Alex Cornright, getting a little bored with 
all the various guessing games. "Come on," he said, taking Crystal's hand, 
"I wanna find out who and what right now." 

"But wait," she said, "we can't just go walking up to that door and knocking 
on it or opening it up, can we?" 

"No," said Alex, "but that doesn't mean we can't just sort of lean against 
it and get a little listen for ourselves, eh? Maybe we can hear someone say 
a name or something. You never know. Now come on." 

They whispered and tip-toed their way across the upstairs hallway until they 
stood directly in front of the door which separated them from the sounds of 
grunting and groaning. Occasionally they could even hear the distinct 
grinding and squeaking of bed springs pressing and unsqueezing. 

"I don't believe it," said Crystal, her voice trembling with curiosity. 

Alex watched her face while they both listened to the sounds of love-making 
coming from inside the bedroom. She blushed considerably, her rose-colored, 
tanned cheeks turning a bright hue of crimson, and her breast swelled up 
pridefully as she detailed in her mind's eye what she was imagining to be 
happening behind the closed door. He noted that the tips of her nipples were 
pressing strainfully against the fabric of her blouse, and he could tell 
that just the sounds of screwing were enough to excite the young teenaged 
girl. 

"You like what you hear, eh?" he said softly, so as not to disturb the mood 
the young girl was slowly but surely slipping into. He reached out and 
touched the side of her arm. "It's not like it turns you off, eh?" 

"Oh, no," she said softly, and then she caught herself and she smiled with 
embarrassment. "You're not supposed to know that, Alex," she scolded him 
cheerfully. "We still have to find out what's going on in there!" 

"I know," he said, "I know." He was thoughtful for a moment as he inspected 
the closed door. The sounds from inside were distinctly muffled, as if the 
coupling taking place was slow, bashful, and methodically sensual. "Hold 
on," he whispered enthusiastically, "I think I've got a way we can find out 
what's going on in there...." He eyed the closed door and pressed lightly at 
the handle. Sure enough, with just the smallest amount of pressure, the door 
pressed open just enough to indicate that it was not tightly shut. In fact, 
it opened enough to permit a two inch viewing space, big enough that at the 
right angle the two teenagers could look into the bedroom and spy a pair of 
nakedly writhing bodies upon Crystal's brother's bed. 

"I can't tell," she whispered to Alex, "what's going on in there." 

"What's going on in there," said Alex, totally shocked and dumbfounded for a 
long instant, "is that your brother and-Wow!" His exclamation was enough 
under his breath that only Crystal could hear him, but it was too loud for 
comfort. He pulled back from the door slightly. "I don't want to think about 
what I'm seeing!" He smacked his forehead with the open palm of his hand and 
looked back into the bedroom. His eyes bulged as he realized that what he'd 
seen was actually happening. "It's your brother, Crystal," he said, "and 
he's fucking your mother!" 

"What?" The teenaged girl's face lit up with a combination of shame and 
humiliation. "I don't believe a word of it!" she hissed under her breath. 
"Not one single word!" 

"See for yourself, smarty," said Alex, combing back his long, greased black 
hair with one hand. "Go on and have a look in there." He stepped back and 
gave Crystal access to a view of the nakedly coupling young man and her 
mother. 

"Oh, it's true," Crystal said in an awestruck tone of voice. "I never would 
have believed it, but Mom and Leonard are really fucking-they really are!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

In fact, what Crystal was witnessing was the lewd spectacle of her mother's 
hand reaching down between Leonard's legs, taking hold of his rock-hard, 
throbbing pink cock, pressing the thickened rim with her thumb and 
forefinger, and guiding the hearty tip around and around between the flouted 
pink lips of her nakedly heated cunt. She was whipping her hips in tiny 
obscenely short circles, so as to gyrate her cunt against the boy's 
perpendicularly stiffened cock. Thus far she was using the teenaged prick in 
very much the same manner that she might have stimulated herself with a 
battery operated dildo. She pressed her cunt downwards, down along the 
spongy blood-filled cap and jerked tightly closed with her interior muscles, 
around the galvanized tip, and then, with trembling sensations arousing her 
chilled loins, she drew upwards, so as to scrape with her wet heated flesh, 
the topside of the bulging cock. Her inner squeezes, long, scintillating 
rubs which could not help but stimulate the boy's jerking cock into feverish 
arousal, brought from him tiny moaning sounds. And when she pulled her cunt 
all the way off of his cock to take a breather, there was a loud, wet, 
smacking clap, as though two hands had come wetly together. Really though, 
it was just Mrs. Fawn's moistly sticky cunt pulling off of her son's highly 
aroused throbbing penis. 

"Uuuuuhhhh, Mom!" he grunted as she completed this intermediary salacious 
act of foreplay. "It's really hurting me down there. Is it supposed to hurt 
like that?" 

"Oh, poor little darling," she said, laying down between his legs and 
resting her soft blonde mane over part of his muscled thigh, "what is it 
that hurts, honey? Tell Momma what it is?" 

"Oh, they ache," said the teenaged boy who's familiarity with things sexual 
was somewhat limited to what he'd heard in the locker room and what he'd 
snuck-read in the obscene journals in his bureau drawer. "It's here ... in 
there...." 

He took his mother's hand and placed her fingers under his scrotum, showing 
her exactly where he was feeling the effects of their lust-provoking 
behavior. 

"In your balls?" asked his mother, her fingers lightly rolling the 
lust-bloated tightness which was her son's two testicles. "It hurts you 
here? That's natural, darling," she said, leaning down into the hairy nest 
itself and pressing her lips to the wrinkled flesh of his scrotal sack, 
kissing his balls with her wetted lips and her tiny sensuous tongue. She 
lapped at the leathery orb-case, working her lips here and there, even going 
under the scrotum sack with her tongue, so as to be sure to massage with her 
lewd oral style every bit of his erotically aroused genitals. 

"Oh, Maw!" he cried out in ultimate and total agony-ecstasy. "Oh ... MAW!" 

She took his cock simultaneously into her mouth between her lips, pressing 
the spongy blood-engorged cap into the silky wet hollow of her bloating 
cheek to massage it gently back and forth in her wet forbidden sanctuary. 
This mouth cunt closed down over the boy's hardened prick and slid into 
place, lips first, around the middle of his pulsating cock. With her fingers 
tightly pressing around his balls and her lips mouthing his cock, she had 
all of his feverish crotch on fire! 

"Uuuuhhhhh ... Jeeze!" she softly cried out. 

"Mmmmm," she hummed deliciously on his hardened prick, working her tongue 
salaciously on the inside of her mouth against the thickened ridges of the 
long hot thing. There seemed to be no stopping her! She reached her 
available hand and five long fingers down underneath his wiggling muscular 
buttock and squeezed lightly so as to bring yet another obscene set of 
chills to the innocent boy's excited young body. Her fingers rolled and 
kneaded the firm buttock skin, sinking into his cheek and then sliding along 
the narrow ride of white flesh between his hard rear lobes. 

The boy himself, enjoying this rubbing on his rump, thought that perhaps his 
mother would take an equally intense pleasure from a similar rubbing on her 
ass. He reached around the small of her back and took hold of her glowing 
white ass-cheek with one hand, pulling the pliant, creamy flesh with his 
strong fingers until she let out a small, squeaky howl around his cock in 
her throat. 

"Uuhhh ... eeeeee ... ahhhh," she stammered as the pleasure in her body grew 
by leaps and bounds, and her fingers went leaving go of his sperm-laden 
testicles so as to be able to tightly clamp onto the base of his throbbing 
cock. And she drew the spongy head of his prick back and forth against her 
unfolded lower lip, slowly and obscenely drawing her own satin-soft wet 
inner mouth skin against the sensitized spongy flesh of his cockhead. 

"God damn ... Mom!" he moaned, practically going out of his mind with the 
ecstatic electric chills charging through his spine and exploding like 
thunder in his brain. "Yeow ... uuuummmm, God ... " 

His lips involuntarily shot upwards so that his prick slid neatly into the 
back most spot of her cavernous throat, there to pulse mightily against the 
raw heated flesh of his mother's deep back mouth. 

"I can hardly believe my eyes," moaned Cyrstal, standing on the other side 
of the door, her face blushing vermilion and her palms sweaty from what she 
was seeing. Not only was she shocked and taken aback by the salaciously lewd 
sight of her mother and her brother involved in the act of having sex with 
one another, but she was also repulsed and reviled by the terrible extremes 
to which the two of them were going in order to bring off their pleasure. 

"Ain't that sweet?!" hissed young Alex Cornright, his face aglow with the 
sudden realization of how powerful a piece of information he now possessed 
about Mrs. Fawn. "I think this is going to be quite a nice affair-for me!" 

"What? What are you talking about?" asked Crystal, her eyes beaming 
fearfully between the door and the jam through which she continued to watch 
her mother and brother at play with each other. 

"Never you mind what I'm talking about," said Alex. "It's just something 
that's going to mean more to me than I thought. Mmm, oh, yes, this is going 
to be nice." 

While he watched Mrs. Fawn's voluptuous, wriggling body at work against her 
son's lean, muscled form, Alex was thinking about how nice it was going to 
be for him to enjoy something similar. Already he was concocting a wonderful 
fantasy involving himself and the sensuously shaped figure of Mrs. Fawn. 
"Look at that," he suddenly blurted in a gravelly whisper. 

"I know," said Cyrstal, "it's just too disgusting!" 

But however "disgusting" it might have been, Crystal could not keep from 
intensely watching. The sight of her mother's writhing flesh pressing 
obscenely against young Leonard was in itself enough of a thrill that she 
just had to watch. She felt like she was glued to the arousing spectacle, 
unable to tear herself away. She could feel, also, little chills climbing up 
in her loins, rippling like small waves across the inner white slicks of her 
thighs, and she had the overwhelming temptation to begin rubbing her legs 
together under her skirt. Because Alex was standing above her at the open 
door, Crystal could do what she wanted to without being seen, and that meant 
that she could reach her little hand down between her legs and take to 
unconsciously rubbing her fingers across her ample thighs, playing with 
herself just a little-so as to match what her mother was doing with Leonard! 

"Now, now, come on, Leonard, try and hold off a little longer," Mrs. Fawn 
was encouraging her son. "I know this big thick cock of yours can make me 
happy the way I like to be ... You just have to stay nice and hard for a 
little while longer ... Mmm, yes ... a little while longer...." Now her 
hands, her long, slender fingers, were flying up and down the pulsing shaft 
of her son's stiffened cock. From time to time she would bob her head down 
to the spongy cap and swipe across the glowing red head with her splaying 
tongue, licking at the rim or the underside, giving the shaft a quick little 
sucking kiss with her puckered saliva-wet lips. And then, with the hardened 
cock wet and juicy, she would go running her fingers along the silvery, 
shiny rod until she could again go kissing it. 

Lenny was watching his mother perform these lewd oral chores with her tongue 
and lips, considering what it would be like to be able to have this kind of 
fun-play whenever he wanted it. He thought for sure, as he watched his Mom 
running her tantalizing, titillating fingers across the topside of his 
blue-veined penis, that such activities could only take place once in a 
lifetime. Before he could reflect further on this situation, his mother 
climbed up around his hips and settled down in front of the hardened cock, 
once again grasping painfully hard at the rod of flesh. She went lifting her 
buttocks strategically to point its blood-filled head at her visibly 
pulsating cunt. "Now," she lecherously rasped, "watch what Mamma is going to 
do with your hard little cock!" 

Lenny gaped from his elbowed position and saw the spongy, bulbous head slip 
unhindered up into the hot channel between her widespread thighs, while 
Ellen watched him with fierce, lust-filled eyes. She lowered her seething 
wet cunt down onto it, sucking the entire length right up inside her hot 
clutching pussy mouth! 

"Oh, Christ!" moaned Alex Cornright from the bedroom door in a hushed, low 
whisper. "Do you believe your eyes, Crystal? Look at that! He's going up 
inside her! His own Mom! God, this is too fucking much!" 

Indeed, Crystal's face paled and then blushed, rapidly turning bright red 
all over again. "I just don't believe what I'm seeing," she said in a 
dumbfounded, self-conscious voice full of tremulous desire. 

Mrs. Fawn was shivering with delight from the growing pleasure as the 
forbidden young penis probed excitedly up inside her tightly hugging vaginal 
passage. There had never been another prick except for her long-dead 
husband's up inside her, and even now, she wondered when there would be 
another ... but deep down inside, she knew ... she knew that now she'd 
begun.... 

... It was so delicately beautiful, so tickling and prodding at her 
excitedly enveloping cunt walls. Wickedly, she began to undulate her 
buttocks and gorgeously curved hips around in frantic little circles, 
feeling the hard shaft of his teenaged hardness teasingly massaging and 
taunting her up inside her open, sweltering cunt. 

Lusting for more of his cock than what was already inside her, she leaned 
forward, pressing her huge, nakedly swaying breasts down onto his young, 
steely chest in lascivious hunger, finding his mouth with hers to kiss 
voraciously, while she fucked her hips and eagerly engulfing vagina up and 
down vigorously on his desire-hardened young cock. 

"Uuunnnnmmmm!" the young man grunted in unmistakable warning that he was 
going to cum, his choked alarm all that Ellen Fawn needed to make her lift 
her loins up off him as he whimpered in mounting confusion. "No! Please 
don't stop now ... No! Don't stop now!" 

Ellen went swiveling her naked body about on top of him to turn upside down 
over him on all fours before he knew what was happening. She placed her 
knees snugly against his quivering ribs on both sides of his young body, her 
rounded, creamy-white buttocks jiggling in his face, spread so that the 
wetly stretched crevice of her naked cunt was hovering but a tongue's length 
away from his mouth. 

Next, she plunged her cock-hungry lips down onto his already moistened 
length of penile flesh and began to suck voraciously at it, leaving the rest 
up to him. Even so, she pressed the soft, curl-rimmed mouth of her pussy 
lewdly back and down closer to his young face, a tremulous moan of lecherous 
desire and anticipation rising in her throat and vibrating along his 
achingly expanded cock shaft causing his tensed little asshole to tingle 
with new-found excitement. Ellen thought about it for a moment and then 
decided: she reached down with her finger and touched lightly on the rim of 
the boy's anus, pressing ever so gently while continuing her sucking on his 
cockhead. 

Leonard had nothing in his short lifetime to measure with this wild 
sensation. His head was swimming in a haze of unbridled desire. Nothing he'd 
ever done compared with this one moment in time. Nothing in the world 
mattered but the wild, immense sensations aching for release in his lust 
bloated testicles, churning deep in his loins and demanding, hollering for a 
fiery explosion! She was upside down on hands and knees on top of him, her 
passion-starved mouth sucking desperately for the cum in his scrotal sack, 
causing his passion dimmed brain to go wild in five directions at once, like 
a spinning Roman candle ... and that's how his desire-stiffened hot wet 
prick was feeling, too, like a firecracker, like it was popping off and 
banging lustily in his mother's face, time and again. He gaped wide-eyed at 
the inciting vision of her voluptuously spread thighs with the flaming hot 
lips openly, wetly breathing in front of him ... Mmmm, her pussy! Her pussy! 
Her pussy! The words were ringing in his ears as her head continued to bob 
up and down on his hardened cock. 

He could tell she wanted him to do it, to go for her cunt, and at first he 
was a little reluctant, hesitant, for not only had he never before fucked 
anyone or anything in his life, but already he'd done five times more than 
he'd ever even thought about ... and now this! He knew she wanted it from 
him, and he thought that perhaps it was only fair. But he wasn't sure how 
exactly to go about it. 

With his fingers trembling, he placed his thumbs onto the passion-flushed, 
hot pink lips, feeling the intense heat getting generated from them, and he 
slowly drew the hotly moistened little slit slowly, ecstatically apart. He 
felt the sensuous shudder course through her body when he exposed the wet 
pink flesh of her cunt to his incited eyes and ... then he blew up softly 
inside. 

The sensitively pulsating inner flesh glistened with tiny pearl-like 
droplets her vagina had secreted in her feverish excitement, and the sight 
of this caused further sensations of rampant sexual intensity to go charging 
through him like lightning. With a deep intake of breath, he raised his 
mouth toward the hotly palpitating lips and suddenly with a low, groan 
licked out at them with his trembling tongue. He found himself licking the 
soft, curl-fringed edges of his mother's pussy, and then found himself 
running wildly with his tongue through the hot liquid flesh, rubbing and 
licking and sucking, giving way to the desire to eat it like a piece of 
cracked open juicy wet fruit, languorously tonguing, lipping and mouthing it 
... while her mouth moaned passionately, continuing to suck at his 
throbbing, aching cock! 

"Do you believe it?" hissed Alex Cornright, his eyes bulging excessively as 
his hand worked at the straining throbbing stiffness in his crotch. He 
didn't let Crystal see what he was doing, but he kept his fingers tightly 
wrapped around the outline of his prick in his pants, unable any longer to 
withstand the incredible desires which were firing up in his loins. "Mmmm, 
look at that cunt! He's getting right into it!" 

Crystal, too, felt extraordinary desires seeping in her little pussy, her 
chilled spine rattling with lecherous intent as she watched her mother's 
thick wild lips going travelling up and down her brother's mouth skewering 
cock. "It's like they've been doing it for years," moaned Crystal, her hand 
sandwiched between her thighs, under her skirt. "I never saw anything so hot 
in all my life...." 

"I know," said Alex, "it's just incredible." 

"I wish...." She stopped herself just in time, for she knew full-well that 
making such a wish-"I wish I could be doing the same."-in front of Alex 
Cornright was tantamount to demanding to be raped. She stopped herself from 
saying it aloud, but she found herself in the next instant thinking it 
silently inside her mind. She could picture her own young naked body in his 
strong, teenaged arms, his mouth pressing and grinding between her burning 
thighs, his tongue spearheading the attack inside her desirous wet cunt. 
"Mmmm," she murmured, continuing to watch her mother at work on Leonard's 
prick, "I can almost taste it...." 

"I know what you mean," moaned Alex, beside himself with intense feelings of 
desire. "I think I know exactly what you mean...!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Suddenly, not knowing why or how, Lenny discovered something particularly 
sensitive in his mother's vagina. His tongue stumbled across the secret 
place in her cunt where her tiny, pink clitoral bud had grown erect, 
flowering with pulsating desires! 

"Ooooh, God!" she nearly screamed around his cock in her mouth. He felt her 
writhe and squirm above him as he took to teasing the hearty little button 
of flesh with the tip of his willing tongue. He splayed his mouth muscle out 
against the precious little tip of clitoral stuff, and worked back and forth 
with his lips, sucking at the hotly expanded flesh between his mother's 
labia. 

Ellen Fawn continued to twist and jerk her voluptuously curved hips hotly 
around above his face, and he fastened his lips around the quivering little 
bud and suddenly the fleshy mounds of her whitely jerking body began to 
undulate above him in frantic, uncontrollable desirous emotions. Then, her 
whole hotly glistening cunt was flowering open to him, the ripe pink lips 
spreading, and there was a heavily scented aroma odor of perfume, lust 
arousing female smells, seeping wetly, cloud-like, out of her cunt and into 
his mouth. 

For a moment, the teenaged boy could see nothing through the nakedly 
grinding arch of his mother's cunt and loins, but when her fiery, 
wide-spread thighs began to take on the steady pumping cadence of wild 
abandonment, then he was able to look down between her thighs and see the 
fully rounded breasts which were hanging and swaying down, their pink, 
hardened nipples hotly branding his stomach when she went grazing against 
him. Suddenly he realized that her nakedly swaying buttocks were screaming 
out for him to lick her deeper while she increased the lewd twirling of her 
hungrily licking tongue around the sensitized spongy head of his cock. 

Eager to please, he excitedly raised his young hands over the swelled round 
of her smooth fleshy moons, taking her asscheeks in his fingers and drawing 
out and open her wetly spread cunt even further, simultaneously pressing her 
down closer to his face, grunting aloud and bravely thrusting all of his 
self-stiffened tongue deeply into its seething moist channel, burrowing into 
her as far as he could get the tip of his tongue to go, drilling her into a 
moment of wild and wonderful sensuous ecstasy. 

"Uuuuhhh, God, yes! Yes, Leonard! Don't stop, honey ... Oh, no ... don't 
stop ever ... Never, never stop! Mmm, fuck...." Of course, she was mouthing 
these words in guttural pangs of effusive ecstasy around his thickened, 
throbbing cock, every word sending a new shudder of vibration stimulation up 
and down the boy's youthful penis. The continuing snake-like penetration of 
her cunt caused her to moan incessantly, inarticulately, and she screwed her 
clutching cuntal sheath down onto his crazily spiraling tongue, half like 
she wanted to stop him, half wanting to get as much of him as possible. 

Leonard felt her soft lips devouring more and more of his painfully aching 
cock, the muscles of her hotly nursing throat working desperately as she 
swallowed in a new rhythmic steadiness, taking him on as best she could with 
his immensely distracting tongue reaming deeper and deeper into her vagina. 
God! She was going to suck his entire cock right down into her throat ... 
all the way to the halls!!! 

The spongy, sensitized tip of his hotly throbbing cock was wetted from long, 
splaying lashes sweetly applied around the thick rim of the cushiony 
mushroom crown. No matter how nor which way his spasmodically jerking hips 
flipped and gyrated, she was keeping careful track of the pistoning flesh 
rod, working it with the instincts of a homing pigeon, preparing it once and 
for all for a final blasting. Her tongue worked like a fine, smooth 
sand-paper, delicately and quickly bringing the sensuously alive skin and 
the nerves inside the skin to a piquant and ready blush, every new hot wet 
lick titillating him into a final perfection of foreplay. He would be ready 
in another moment or two, and there would be no stopping his churning balls 
from firing off squeeze after squeeze of hot white-lava jism. He felt her 
scorching, hard-nippled breasts swaying and dancing down against the 
shivering flesh of his naked belly, jiggling on his lower pelvis as her head 
and upper body rotated and bobbed in the primitive rhythm of her applied 
cock mouthings. She was keeping cadence to his exploring tongue thrust deep 
up into her sweet hot cunt! It was practically more than anyone could be 
expected to stand! Any second now he would be squirting out his long 
held-back load of cum, letting loose with a cloud of the stuff, into her 
beautiful, unbelievably sucking mouth, giving her cause to clamp those lips 
and suck hard ... giving her buckets of hot white searing jism juice ... 
filling her bellowing wet lips and hollowing hot cheek hollows with more 
semen than ever existed ...! 

"He's gonna cum," whispered Alex Cornright, his lips pursed with 
expectation. 

"How do you know?" asked Crystal her hand sweating between her young thighs. 
"I don't see anything different." 

"Look at his face!" 

Sure enough, Crystal saw on her brother's young face the incontrovertible 
proof of his nearness to orgasm. The boy's lips were pulled back in 
tightness around his teeth, and he no longer made any effort to lick out his 
mother's cunt. His hands were tightly clutching at her buttocks, though, 
gripping so hard that it looked like he was trying to tear off a piece of 
her flesh, a piece of her ass. His eyes were rolled back in the sockets and 
his body was arched upwards, bent so that his cock was riding tall in the 
woman's face. His legs were curved upwards, the thigh muscles strained to 
ridges and ribbons of hardened muscle, and his feet were on the side of the 
bed, clutching it like an animal's paws. His cock was big enough, fat enough 
that it looked like it would plug up the woman's throat if she allowed him 
to pump too deeply into her face. And yet, he was chugging upwards, 
constantly rocketing his pelvis flush against her mouth, grinding his 
straining prick in order to get more of her awkwardly swallowing wet throat. 

"Uuuuuuuuhhhhh ... fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...." he emoted every now and again, 
his cheeks turning bright red and his face sweating out a sheen of 
perspiration. "Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh...." 

She reached under his buttocks and held on tightly to the hardened globes of 
his ass, squeezing his tightened ass until his cock very nearly plugged her 
mouth completely. 

And then it happened. She relaxed open her throat even wider in order to 
take the cock's pulsing head deeper down into the hot, wetly contracting 
insides of her neck. It was suddenly, as that exact moment, that from deep 
inside the center of her burning loins the first violent eruptions of lewdly 
rising ecstasy were beginning! She began passionately to knead his 
sperm-filled young balls beneath her sensuously brushing, cock-filled lips, 
and salaciously ran her long nails beneath them, while at the same time she 
moved toward her own insanely growing orgasm. 

Leonard could feel the crazy smoothness of her heated tongue twirling wildly 
around it at the peak of her upward movement. Uncontrollably, he flexed his 
buttocks, his eyes fixed on the lusty sight of her desperately working 
little anus above, his cock aching and throbbing to the depths of his groin. 
It felt like she was going to suck his insides out! 

He could sense her frenzied reactions by the way she began to suck with ever 
mounting intensity, and knew that she too was quickly heading toward a 
lust-crazed finale. 

It came for both of them, like a tidal wave smashing into an earth-sized 
bull-dozer. 

There was no predicting who came first, for they were right on top of one 
another, these two electric moments, and the groaning and the groveling was 
equally devastating for both of them. Leonard's shooting cum launched from 
the pad in his testicles rocketed outwards and streamed in steady squirting 
spurts into his mother's hungrily sucking mouth, and she swallowed every 
drop of the milky searing cum. 

And with the first spurt smashing and splattering against her flaccid 
ringing tonsils, it was like a trigger had been pulled, and the trigger 
released yet another massive and furious explosion of desire-quenched: it 
was her turn to cum! At last, the long hard damning of her inner ecstasies 
was released, and out came the super-huge flood of gushing orgasmic juices 
... her insides turning spasmodically wet and uncontrollably hot, all of the 
welled-up and forbidden excitements shooting out at once as she continued to 
gulp down the boiling, lust mixture that was his semen. She moaned crazily 
around the squirting young hardness fucking in her face now worked like a 
hungry demon to get it all down, as though that in itself would make her own 
orgasmic bliss that much more powerful! 

"Mmmmmm," she hummed around the cockhead, licking it clean as she went, "I 
think we've both come a long way today, Lenny ... a long, long way ... eh? 
Mmmmm, good ... so tasty, yummy good...." And she went licking, sucking and 
nibbling at the shaft of his deflating cock, continuing even after he was 
completely soft to kiss and mouth the accordion-style wrinkles which were 
making up the once-stiff shaft of his penis, licking and mouthing it into a 
perfectly cleansed organ, and when she was finished rolled off of him in a 
spent heap of voluptuous, exhausted flesh. 

"Oh, Mom ..Leonard moaned softly, closing his eyes and wondering if all 
fucks in the mouth were going to be this good, " ... phew ... phew...." 

At the door to the bedroom Crystal and Alex Cornright stood up from their 
viewing positions and turned to one another. Crystal looked back in the 
direction of the bedroom and then at young Alex. "I think," she said, "we 
better go downstairs and wait there. I don't want her to know I know." 

"Oh, sure," said Alex, a broad obscene grin spreading across his face, "I 
get it. You don't want to embarrass your Mom? is that it?" 

Crystal nodded, trying to hide the wet spot in her panties with her skirt. 
"That's it," she agreed. "Let's go." 

"Sure," said Alex, one eyebrow knowingly raised. "Why not?" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

It was late that night, parked out on Blue Ridge Hill high above the city, 
with a clear view of the twinkling glitter of neon and headlamps far below, 
when Alex let his hand go snaking around young Crystal's shoulder, the 
fingers tapping lightly. She looked at the fingers and then in the other 
direction, back to Alex, and he pulled her up by the chin so that his lips 
met hers in a long wet, heated soul-kiss. 

"Mmm, yeah, baby," he gasped, pulling her away from him just a little, "I'm 
sure glad you talked your Mom into letting you come out here tonight. Aren't 
you?" 

Before she had a chance to answer, Crystal felt his tongue come swimming 
into her mouth, lightly rolling and then deeply pressing into the back of 
her willing throat. She sucked heartily at it and gave him back some of her 
own, wetly sliding across his tongue and up under his lip and then inside. 
He sucked back and she liked it--liked it both ways.... 

She could feel his hand come down her shoulder and reaching for her braless 
breast. She was going to let him this time, let him come after her naked 
white breast and rub and roll it in exactly the same manner in which she'd 
seen her mother allow Leonard this privilege that very afternoon. 

"Oh, yes," she said, pulling away from him for a moment and quickly 
unbuttoning her blouse, "do it to me, won't you, Alex? I want you to do it 
the way we saw my Mom and Leonard doing it...." Her voice was frantically 
enthusiastic, tremblingly so, and Alex smiled slightly, pleased to have the 
opportunity with Mrs. Fawn's daughter. In the back of his mind, of course, 
he was thinking about how nice it would be to get into Crystal's panties 
first-and then Ellen Fawn's! Mmmm, that was going to be a nice day indeed! 
He wondered what it was going to be like to have her. Meanwhile, he would 
take care of this begging young thing's desires! 

"Come on," he said, "hurry." 

She worked her blouse off of her upper body, revealing her naked breasts and 
chilled nipples. Even her taut smooth brown belly had a few goose bumps on 
the curvaceous hips. She opened her long slender arms and invited him to 
take her up close to him. 

"Not yet, honey," he said in an off-handed voice. "You got to get your skirt 
off, too, and your panties! Come on now. No fooling around." 

Anxious to please him, she quickly took to working off her skirt and 
panties. It took her a moment to get undone and naked, on ac count of the 
cramped quarters of the front seat of the car, but soon she managed and sat 
on her side of the car trying to be brave, trying not to shiver. 

Alex told her to sit still. He himself climbed out of the car and in the 
dew-heavy night undressed himself and tossed his clothes, piece by piece, 
into the back seat of the car. "Just a minute," he said, finishing off with 
his underwear, and then he climbed into the car, also naked, his cock limp 
with the cold damp from outside. 

He looked at Crystal's voluptuous nakedness with a lewd grin, his eyes 
bulging and popping when he realized how pretty her young trim well-rounded 
body was. Her breasts were even bigger than Mrs. Fawn's, and her nipples 
were younger and more tense. Even in the pitch black of the car's dark, he 
could see her strawberry-colored tips. They were sticking out and tensed 
like little miniature acorn buds. He reached out and clamped his hand around 
one of the well-rounded fullness. 

"Oh, God," she moaned lightly, already quite excited by just the notion of 
making love to him. "Please," she said dramatically, "be gentle, won't you?" 

"Come on," he groused, "that's for kids. You saw someone in the movies 
talking like that. Besides, you're no virgin." 

"I am so," she said defiantly, pouting and sneering defensively at him. 

"Oh, yeah?" He let loose of her breast. "That ain't the way Ralph Gardsen 
tells it!" 

"That bastard!" she groaned. "When did he-?!" 

"-Tell me? Is that what you want to know? Just before I asked you out. You 
don't think I'd take a Junior out with no prior information, do you?!" 

"I only did it once with him-and no blowing!" 

"Well, you're gonna do it twice with me, honey, and lots of blowing." 

"I never did that," she moaned. 

"You'll love it-just like Mommy loved it this afternoon." 

He took hold of her head and pulled her down into his crotch, and before she 
knew it he'd wedged her head between the steering wheel and his upraised 
right thigh-his left leg stretched outwards into the other side of the 
car-and she was forced to lean into his prick, to kiss his hearty but 
presently soft cock. "I don't want to," she moaned to no avail, her lips 
suddenly coming into gentle, close contact with the flaccid penis. "Oh?!!" 

"Yeah," he said, "it's not so bad as you thought, eh?" 

"Well, I ah-" 

"You want to suck it, right?" 

"No," she quickly bleated, "I didn't say that at all. I don't want to suck-" 

"Oh, yeah, look: I saw how you were watching your Mom today, and you know 
full-well, just like I do, that what you want to do is get some fun-just 
like her. So stop kidding yourself. I don't want no angel in the car with 
me. Besides, you didn't get undressed so that I could just stare at those 
nice big breasts of yours, did you?" 

"Well, ah, no," she admitted, "but I'm scared." 

"Come on, it's not gonna bite you." 

For some reason, that convinced her, and she spread open her lips and 
started tentatively licking at the soft tip of his mushroom shaped cockhead. 
She worked her tongue in quicker and quicker strokes, gradually picking up a 
rhythm all her own as the thing hardened in front of her very eyes. "It's 
getting bigger," she said, "it's growing like a big stem and a flower...." 

"Cut the poetry, Crystal, and get to sucking on it. I ain't got time for 
whimpering, you understand?" He pushed her neck downwards again and this 
time she took hold of the head of his hardened cock with both lips and went 
sliding deeply across it, taking the thickened rim and much of the bulbous 
veined shaft into her mouth. 

Alex could sense his big galvanized cap plugging the girl's throat, and 
convinced that she was going to blow him proper, he lay back a little, 
relaxing and shutting his eyes so that he could feel every lashing lick, 
every perfect wet pucker around his prick. "Oh, yeah, honey, now you're 
feeling it ... Mmmm, good ... good . . 

Her wet tongue was making little clicking sounds from the licking she was 
giving the now tasty shaft of his lust-hardened cock. She was getting into 
it, giving him her all, sending her tongue in long, hot wet strokes that 
seemed to last forever up the side of the throbbing cock. Sometimes she 
would surround the cap with her lips and her tongue and lightly suck off 
that spongy crown, and other times she would go slowly, deliberately, 
shockingly down the side of his jerking prick until she arrived at the 
thick, root base. Then she would take his balls in her hand and roll her 
lips and her face from side to side so as to stimulate his nut-nest and his 
prick at the same time, in similar rhythms. "Mmmm," she slowly began to hum, 
"I never thought it could be so nice ... I really didn't...." 

"Yeah, sure," he said, "I know what you mean. I used to feel the same way 
about eating pussy. And now I just can't get enough of it...." In the back 
of his mind he was already wondering what it would be like to sink his teeth 
into Crystal's mother's cunt. He could see those long-experienced 
lust-aroused petals which were her labia opening up for him, spreading and 
blossoming for his long licking tongue, his lips surrounding and engulfing 
the hot core which would be her clit-bearing lips...."Mmm, yeah, Crystal ... 
just keep sucking me honey ... that's the way ... keep on sucking ... hard 
... harder ... suck...." 

He found himself reaching under the girl's bowed chest, trying to get his 
hands between her crushed breasts and pebbly nipples and his thighs. She was 
working so hard now at sucking his once forbidden prick that he hated to 
tear her away from that. "Gimmee a minute to feel you up some, Crystal, eh?" 

She looked up with saliva dripping from her lower lip, her hand holding his 
glistening, luminescent cock in her fingers while she kissed playfully at 
his hairy belly and around his balls. "Like this?" She kissed him in the 
loins. "You want me to rest for a minute like this?" She pressed her lips to 
the top of his muscled thigh and sucked. "Or like this?" She wrapped her 
thick sensuous wet lips around the crown of his cock and bit down lightly 
with her teeth, pressing her sensational efforts into his bony shaft and 
rubbery cockhead. 

"Oh, baby," he said, "you know all the tricks already, eh?" 

He pulled her face up and took her by the cheeks, in his hands, and he 
slammed his tongue into her mouth, pressing his long snake-like mouth muscle 
upon her so fast that she didn't know what hit her. Before she could take 
another breath he was pulling her down under his tensed, muscular body, and 
they were, the two of them, finding room in the front seat of that small car 
which they never knew existed. Somehow he got her on her back and he spread 
her legs wildly apart, so that her cunt opened up and her little lips spread 
out, emitting an effluvial juice which scented the small humid closet-like 
space of the automobile with her sweet, musky aroma. 

Alex shot a hand down between their two bodies and his long nimble fingers 
swam around between them until he located her fleecy patch of pubic hairs. 
He worked his fingers down between the two quivering slicks which were her 
loins and applied a searching, digging finger in an effort to seek out the 
right angle for entering her seething pussy. 

"I know you're ready down there someplace," he said, his first digital stab 
hitting way low and just about puncturing the little virgin sphincter of her 
anus. 

"Uuuuhh, no, too low!" she directed him. 

"For now, maybe," he said, re-targeting himself. He pulled his finger 
upwards and went for the sweetly oiled lips of her outer cunt, slowly 
stroking them up and down once he'd located them. 

"Mmmm," she panted, unable to resist the temptation to give way to what 
she'd been wanting all that day and night. "It's got it good," she 
confessed. "I like that." 

He had the tip of his finger pressed mildly up against the tip of her 
fluttering clitoris, and his other fingers were rubbing at the soft little 
cheeks of her ass-flesh. Slowly but surely he was pumping her up, getting 
her in gear and reading for fucking. He could feel the sweetly viscous 
juices getting hotter and more and more slippery with every pressing to her 
cunt-clit. It was going to be a good hearty rubbing and then a long hard 
fucking. He'd been made especially hot for it by witnessing the girl's 
mother that afternoon, and now was the time when he was going to get off, 
get rid of some of that hot churning cum which had been aching for release 
in his sore balls all day. His finger plunged into the slit of her pubic vee 
and ground from side to side in little whimper-provoking circles on the 
elastic hole of her cunt. 

"Uuuuhhh ... sheeeeeeeeee ... oooooooooohhhhhh," she squeaked emotionally 
like a little turned-on mouse. "Iiiiieeeeeeeehhhh!" His grinding, hard 
finger was working wonders on her clitoris, and the shock of it was sending 
her lower body into a spasmodic uncontrollable shuddering. Her legs quivered 
and wanted to go opening and closed rapidly, in quick scissoring motions, 
but there was no place for them to move in the cramped quarters of the front 
seat of the car. Her buttocks were sweating and sticking mercilessly to the 
vinyl of the seat covers. She began to feel like she was being abused 
somewhat, and suddenly she heard him moaning, "Oh, Ellen ... Ellen ... I've 
been wanting you forever ... Mmmm, yes...." He was licking her breasts and 
saying her mother's name. 

"You bastard!" she screamed, the realization coming upon her like a shock, a 
bolt of lightning tossed down from the Gods above and sticking in her like a 
knife. "Oh, God, you fucking creep! The only reason you want me is so that-" 

"It's too late now for objections, Crystal," he said, ignoring her pained 
protests. His prick bulged between her legs and before she understood about 
what he meant by saying that it was "too late", she felt his thumb and 
finger pull away from her stretched, aroused labia and then they came back, 
this time guiding something larger and stiffer, something that she wasn't 
sure would get into her at all, and no matter how she attempted to struggle 
and wriggle away from it, it kept coming ... and she realized that no amount 
of protest was going to save her, that Alex Cornright was going to plunge 
his cock into her and the only reason he was doing it was because he 
secretly liked her mother! 

"Aaaaaaaaaarrrrr! Rrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhh-ffffuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkkk!" she 
screeched, and the only place it sounded like a scream at all was inside the 
car. Outside, on Blue Ridge Hill, it was barely audible, not even a 
squeak-the crickets were louder! 

His prick slid into her sweetly softened cunt the way a hot knife cuts 
through butter. It was one long easy penetration, all the way into her so 
quickly that the bulging spongy cap of his hearty cock pressed tight and 
flattened out against the long rounded hump of her inner cervix. 

"Uuuuuuuhhh, fuck!" she grunted, trying to move her hips free from his 
attacking penis. But there was no way she could escape. He held her arms 
down with his hands, tacking her wrists to the seat of the car, and rapidly 
impaled her several times in a row with his stabbing cock, shoving into her 
until there was seemingly no stopping him. 

Every new hot stroke of his rampaging throbbing cock brought a wave of 
sensational chills into her resisting belly, so much so that a set of 
rhythmic contractions started up as her cunt still made feeble efforts to 
evict his invading log like cock. But the log-like force continued to work 
in the sweetly-seething tightly-contracting cuntal walls, every muscular 
squeeze giving Alex more and more reason to plunge his stiffened prick that 
much deeper inside Crystal's cringing little pussy. 

"Uuuuhhhhhhh, God!" she cried out softly as the hardened prick battered into 
her cunt with massive shocking strength, taking her breath away, and 
suddenly it no longer mattered that the young man on top of her was longing 
for her mother; what mattered now were the waves of sensual chill climbing 
up and down her long shapely legs, the hot shock-vibrations rattling her 
spine and exploding in her love-hungry vagina. "Oh, yes," she bleated, 
giving way to the strong physical desires which so easily outweighed her 
considerations of pride, "fuck me, Alex ... fuck me hard ... fuck me so hard 
I never forget it ever ..And her hips went swiveling upwards, smashing into 
his crotch so that she could get more and more of that blood-engorged prick, 
so much so that his churning balls lewdly smacked at her ass-cheeks, lightly 
and wetly clapping on her little turned up buttocks, while his powerfully 
stroking cock throbbed deeply inside her buttery hot cunt. "Mmm, yes, 
please," she cried in a desperate, breathy whisper in his ear, "fuck me, 
Alex ... fuck me so hard, darling ... harder...." She reached around and 
took hold of his lewdly flexed cheeks, grabbing his buttocks and squeezing 
so that his throbbing prick suddenly gave way with the full force which he'd 
been saving for just that moment. 

"Mmm, good, baby," he said, "now you're doing it!" 

He cocked his hips and charged her like a battalion of cavalry, his 
horse-power a million times stronger than any army ever, and his hugely 
stiffened stroking prick filled her cunt like nothing else ever had. 

"Oooooooh, Christ!" she bleated. "Christ! Fuck! Fuck!" 

Her obscene wailing matched the pattern and rhythm of his fucking in her 
pussy, and a moment later she was gushing out on his hard-stroking prick, 
sending out waves of tender hot liquidness which spread out smoothly over 
the long topside of his shaft, around the sides of the aching cock, and 
underneath it, engulfing and enveloping him with her oceanic orgasm. 

He could feel the lust-boiled cum begging to mount the base of his cock, 
starting from deep down inside his scrotum in the same swelling attitude 
with which a dam bursts open and floods, and in that manner, his sperm-laden 
testicles exploded, sending a fiery cannonball of hot searing semen into the 
narrowly seething channel, leading the assault ... and then came another ... 
and another ... and he just kept splashing out wad after wad of hot cum into 
her nice little vagina until it dripped in rivulets from the folded puckered 
pink labia which were rippling with new chills around his prick. 

When it was over and he'd pulled out of her, he showed her one more thing he 
wanted. He wanted her to go licking on his cock, sucking it up and making 
him clean. And she did it, albeit a little tentatively, until his cock, 
shaft and balls were entirely clean and soft again. She sat back naked on 
her side of the car. 

"I wouldn't have done that for just anyone," she said, her arms folded 
around her voluptuous creamy breasts. She stared out at the night-city 
below. 

"I know," he said. 

"I did it because I love you, I think," said the teenaged girl. 

"Yeah," agreed Alex Cornright, his mind on something else again. 

"I wouldn't have fucked someone who called me by my mother's name," she 
said, this time looking angrily in his direction. 

"I know that too," he said. 

"I must love you a lot," she added, looking out the window once again. 

"I'm counting on it." 

"What?" 

"You're going to help me fuck your mother." 

"Like hell!" she snarled. "No way!" 

He grabbed her and kissed her long and hard in the mouth, and already she 
was submitting.... 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

It was the third day of her vacation, and Ellen Fawn's cheeks had a 
rose-colored glow in them the likes of which had been missing for nearly 
fifteen years. She did the dishes, washed the kitchen floors, vacuumed the 
house throughout, went grocery shopping, took care of laundry, bills, 
errands and what-not in a spirit akin to ecstasy. For in the back of her 
mind, no matter how boring or depressing her chores seemed, she knew that 
she had cause for joy: she was in love, sexually and physically, with her 
teenaged son! 

When things looked like they were going badly, she merely shrugged her 
shoulders and recalled that sometime that night she'd be in her young man's 
arms again, that she'd be feeling the hot throbbing sensations that his 
young cock made possible for her sweet little pussy. The voluptuous cheerful 
blonde, then, was bouncing here and there around the house, as excited and 
happy as any woman could be. 

When the phone rang. 

It was about eight-thirty and she was home alone. When she answered, at 
first she didn't recognize the caller's voice. But he insisted that they 
knew one another, and he also insisted that the pretty young-looking mother 
guess his name. "Oh, I just have no idea, no way of telling," she said with 
a chuckle in her voice. "Tell me who this is?" 

"You guess," said the mysterious caller who assured her that she knew him 
well. "Ah, let's see, someone from the office?" 

"Nope, 'fraid not, Mrs. Fawn. Try again." 

"You sound young," she said. 

There was a pause and then the gravelly, rough voice said, "You look young." 

"Say," said Ellen Fawn, "what's this all about?" Her breasts swelled with 
pride and she was about to hang up the phone. "I bet this is some obscene 
phone call!" 

"Not as obscene," said the voice as Ellen Fawn was about to hang up. 

She slowed down, held the receiver at arm's length. Something in the distant 
reaches of her brain said that she knew what this stranger was talking 
about. She returned the phone to her ear and mouth. "What are you talking 
about?" she asked the caller. "What do you mean, 'as' obscene?" 

"I think you know," he said. "Here, let me put someone else on the line." 

There was a pause. Ellen paced in a circle waiting. She'd heard of things 
like this, but she had no idea how they got started or why. She wondered if 
she should call the police. But so far there was no cause. "Hullo?" she 
said. "Hullo? Is someone there?" 

On came a vaguely familiar woman's voice. "We want something from you," said 
the woman, "and if we don't get it, then we're going to make sure that you 
and your new lover don't have much peace...." 

"Who is this?" cried Ellen, realizing suddenly that someone, possibly some 
stranger, knew of the forbidden love-making she was sharing with her 
teenaged son, Leonard. "What do you want?" 

"We want a little of the same," said the young woman's voice. "And we mean 
to get it right away quick, Mrs. Fawn." 

Ellen Fawn looked frantically around the living room, as if some answer lay 
hidden in the walls of her suburban, husbandless house. Somewhere, 
someplace, there had to be escape from this kind of blackmail! 

The man's voice came back on the line. "It's me again, Mrs. Fawn, and I want 
to arrange a meeting. I think you understand how important it is that you 
and I get together now. We wouldn't want young Leonard's reputation in high 
school to be ruined, not to mention your own position in the neighborhood, 
now would we?" 

She shook her head in silent desperation. "Mrs. Fawn? Are you thinking about 
saying no? Yes? You just go ahead and tell me ... I'm here waiting...." 

"Oh, ah, yes," she said, trying to think of what to say after that. 
"Anything you want." She hung up the phone and sat down beside the table. 
"Oh, God," she moaned aloud, "what have I done? What on earth have I 
done...?" Her large creamy breasts shook and jiggled as she sobbed to 
herself. Not only had she fornicated with her boy, but now she was going to 
submit to blackmail by a complete stranger. She wondered if she would be 
able to hold together through it all. She sniffled back a tear, though, and 
stood up, patting down her skirt, replenishing her cheerful mood with images 
of her handsome young son bucking like a bronco on top of her own sweetly 
rolling thighs. She loved to fuck with him, and anything, any sort of 
blackmail would be worth it-if only she could stay with him a while longer! 

* * * 

A half-hour later, as per their earlier plans Crystal and Leonard met at a 
drug store in West Hills, and from there, in Leonard's car, they travelled 
to the Surf Drive-In Movie Theater in Santa Monica. They'd planned to spend 
this night together because neither of them had dates and both had claimed 
to want to see a new, revised version of Dracula. 

The movie had been on for about twenty minutes when Crystal turned nervously 
to Leonard and said, "There's something I want to tell you, Leonard." 

Her flesh was crawling, and it wasn't on account of the horror film 
currently being displayed in front of her. She hoped that thanks to the dark 
and the loud soundtrack blaring from his side of the car that her brother 
wouldn't be able to hear the tremble in her voice. "I've been wanting to 
talk to you about something for just about forever," she continued. "It's 
about you and me and-" 

"Crystal? Are you okay?" 

The girl's brother was genuinely concerned for her. He reached out and took 
her hand. "It's alright. You can tell me about it. What is it?" r 

"Oh, God, you're not going to believe it when I tell you." She shook her 
head slightly and looked away from him. "I know about you and-" 

"About me and what?" asked Leonard softly. 

"Not what," she said after a moment's pause. "Who." 

"Me and who?" he said, still not comprehending, shaking his head. 

"About you and Mom, for God's sake!" she hollered, much louder than the 
drive-in speaker which was crackling in Leonard's ear. 

"Oh," he said, nodding and looking in his lap ashamedly. "How did you find 
out?" he asked in a low voice. "Did she tell you?" 

"No," she said softly, seeing now that he was blushingly embarrassed. "I saw 
you the other day. Alex and I came home looking for Mom and there you two 
were. We watched for a while and-" 

"Never mind, I don't want to hear anymore." He took a deep breath and let 
out a long sigh. "I didn't want anyone to know," he said softly, still not 
looking her in the eye. 

"Listen," she said, "I don't think it's wrong, Leonard, I really don't. I 
just think it's, well, kind of funny. And I think that because for a long, 
long time I've had some sexual feeling about-" She couldn't finish her 
sentence. 

Her brother looked up and smiled. "About you and I?" he asked. "Have you had 
sexual thoughts about you and I?" 

She nodded bashfully. 

Leonard swiveled his head to look straight out of the front window of the 
car. Dracula was up on the screen, spreading a cap, showing fangs and long 
finger-nails, swooping and smiling devilishly. He felt Crystal moving on the 
seat, and he was thinking she was getting out of the car, but what she was 
really doing was sliding closer to him, and now she was right next to him, 
so close he could hear her labored breathing. 

"Did you ever have ... sexual feelings about me...?" she asked, softly, 
taking his hand with her own and putting his fingers out around her thigh 
under her skirt. Then she lifted his hand and pulled her skirt up so as to 
bare her soft warm thigh. Now when his fingers touched her leg they were to 
touch her flesh. 

"Oh, Crystal," he sighed, a little taken aback by her sudden aggressiveness. 
He'd never heard her talk to him or anyone this way, let alone invite him to 
caress her naked leg. 

"I'm not wearing any panties," she told him softly. "Did you notice?" 

"Hunh?" He was still adjusting to the shock of the situation. 

"I didn't figure you did," she said. She took his hand from her thigh and 
drew it up between the supple spread of her loins, guiding his finger 
upwards to meet the little puckering which were her soft heated labia. 
"Mmm," she said, driving his hand forward between her legs, pushing the 
tough knuckle up against her clitoris and making his finger into a definite 
stimulant. "Rub me there? Please?" 

Her softly bleating voice and her desirous hands combined to bring him into 
an intense sexual frenzy in a matter of mini-seconds. His hand was encased 
in the warm flesh of her squeezing and already softly rocking thighs. She 
pulled him toward her, and his lips met his sister's in a hearty, wet soul 
kiss, his tongue instinctively diving into her, searching for the hollows 
and the suck. She took it up and rolled her tongue with his, giving him back 
exactly the kind of passion he was looking for. Her hips swelled desirously, 
rubbing more and more sensitively toward him, her pelvis sweating out desire 
and heat. "Uuuuhhh, God, yes," she cried softly, her little cunt tryin' to 
squeeze at his grinding finger. "Harder, Leonard ... harder ... Please...?" 

He worked his finger as per her request, tougher and harder, spreading the 
elastic porthole which was the entrance to her sweetly rolling belly. His 
other hand was placed firmly around the swell of her large, unfettered 
creamy white breast, his fingers squeezing and kneading ... the smoothness 
of her breast moving through his fingers like sand, hot sand ... and he 
arrived with two fingers around one nipple and his mouth went travelling 
downwards to it, taking the little pink bud as it stuck out from her now 
open blouse in his hungry fingers and sucked it between his lips, licking it 
with his tongue, rolling it softly ... then went back to kissing her in the 
mouth with his tongue while his finger ground steadily in and out of her 
long, seething vagina channel. Everything was hot, and if it wasn't hot it 
was getting there pretty damn quick ... God! Oh, God, my own sister! She's 
gonna get so hot we'll have to ... Oh, my God! It's too much to believe...! 

Then he felt something tugging on the source of his aching in his groin. Her 
fingers were wrapping around the bulging outline between his legs. She had 
hold of his levies while they were kissing and finger-fucking her, and she 
was fisting what she could get of his throbbing, hard cock. 

"Mmmm," he murmured and hummed, trying to get on top of her as quickly as he 
could. Her hand wouldn't let go. She had a hold on his rock-hard penis 
through the thick material of his levies and she was fixed on it with her 
fist like it was a million bucks. 

"Don't move," she begged, "I don't want to let loose ... Please...." 

"I know, I know," he whispered, "but if you let me get my pants off-" 

"Oh, yes," she panted, breathing hard and lustily, her eyes looking down to 
his pants where her fingers were curled around his prick. "Get your pants 
off! Do that! Let me have it that way ... with your pants off ... mmm ... 
yes...." 

He arched upwards in the small space of the closed-up car, and he managed to 
get his belt loose. She did all the rest in a matter of seconds, pulling 
down his zipper, getting the fly folded open, managing to pop the snap and 
roll down his levis-off of his hips and over his thighs. 

That left him wearing just his underwear. 

She grabbed the elastic band that rolled around the inside of his drawers 
and pulled the cotton whites open. "Oh, yes," she panted on seeing the 
straining prick inside there. "I want that ... I've wanted that for soooo 
long!" She reached in with her long narrow fingers and took hold of the 
heated cap with two fingers. With her other hand she kept working to get the 
trousers off of her brother's hips. "Just a bit more," she said, straining 
with the underwear, "and we'll have that thing out and ready!" 

Sure enough, a moment later and she had his underwear down around one foot 
along with his levies, and his cock was flying at full mast in her tightly 
clenched fist. Also, she'd ducked down into his crotch and had begun to suck 
his cock. "Oh, Leonard," she hummed from time to time, taking hold of his 
cock and wetting it down with her long, splayed tongue, slashing out at it 
with her wet mouth muscle ... She went for the thick spongy rim mostly, and 
from time to time she mouthed the meaty tip, rubbing her lips around and 
around the sensitized flesh, moaning slightly, "Oh, I've waited so long for 
this ... sooooo long...!" 

Leonard, for his part, reached under her breasts and cupped them with his 
two palms, taking the big full roundedness of their creamy hanging and 
kneading them, rubbing and sliding the softness of the breast flesh between 
his fingers. ,He pulled off of them by teasing up the nipples, tensing the 
little chilled pebbles of strawberry flesh until they were perfectly stiff 
with fresh arousal. 

"Oh, yeah," he moaned as his sister continued to voraciously suck and lick 
his long hard cock. Her tongue went wetly splashing down the length of his 
bulging prick, and when she arrived between his legs, against his scrotal 
sack, she knew just what to do: she took that little chilled ball case and 
rubbed it softly between her lips. He swore that if she could have, she'd 
have swallowed him entirely! 

"It's so good," she moaned, "so hard and so hot...." 

He pulled up on her face and brought her out of his crotch so that he could 
bend her back and kiss her breasts. Her blouse was hanging open all the way 
now, and her lovely smooth white breasts were completely available for his 
mouth. He went down on her distended nipple and rubbed it between his lips, 
meshing it with his wet tongue, stimulating her in every way he could with 
his lips and his sucking. He mouthed the hot little breast nipple until it 
was hard like a little rock. 

"Oh ... oh ... oh...." moaned his sister, each time giving way, submitting 
just a little bit more. Her chest rolled in his hands while his lips 
continued to suck and lick the hot little tip of her excited breast. 

He slowly went sliding down her belly, kissing her here and there on her 
long taut stomach, working his face against the naked heated plane of her 
pelvis, and then sliding down into the softness between her loins, his 
tongue slipping right onto target between the delicately flouted puckering 
which were her spread wet labia. His mouthing went right to the center of 
the girl's being, charging her full of his tongue and sending a sharp bolt 
of electric wet chills climbing her spine. 

"Uuuuuhhh ... God ... Leonard...!" she cried out in a bleating, sorrowful 
tone in the confines of the car. 'Mmmmm ... God....!" 

His tongue shot into her and pulsed around her highly-charged clitoral bud. 
He worked that soft, round pebble of flesh between his lips in the same 
manner in which he'd sucked and licked her nipples, which he now held in his 
up-stretched hands. He had his tongue pressed against her clit and licking 
even deeper in her vagina when she pulled on his chin and demanded that he 
come inside her. 

"I want you now," she grunted at him. "I want you to fuck me now...!" 

He came out of her sweltering smooth crotch up along the smoothness of her 
stomach and arrived between her lovely hanging breasts, taking one more kiss 
on her mountainous white tip, and then he kissed her in the mouth, his lips 
still wet with her own, sweetly smelling juices. 

"Mmm, yes," she moaned softly, her tongue sliding up under his gums as they 
Frenched for a moment. His hand was working down between her thighs as he 
crushed her up against the seat and the passenger side door, his passions 
taking over entirely now. It was almost too much to believe, that he'd 
screwed his mother the other day and now his sister! But it was so-oo good! 
How could he possibly stop himself! And to think! He'd be having them both 
whenever he wanted-it was going to be a very nice secret, one which he'd 
cherish for a long time to come! 

Crystal reached down between his pumping legs and took hold of his rock-hard 
prick, guiding the spongy penetrator forward toward the target zone. She got 
a hold on the hot cap and pulled it towards her, hungrily searching for the 
right angle at which to take that hefty prick into her needy belly. 

"Come on," she hissed at him, "fuck me ... Leonard ... come on...." 

He wiggled left and right until his throbbing cock was positioned on her 
succulently spread pink cuntal lips, and then he followed her lead, pressing 
forward and sliding into position between her fleshy blossomed petals of her 
seething pussy. 

"Uuuuhhh ... yes ... Leonard...!" she cried out softly as his prick charged 
her cunt full like some sort of pulsating piston intent on using up every 
inch of her available space. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...." 

He reached under her soft smooth buttocks and took hold of the two moon 
halves, rolling them like balls of thick butter in his hungrily kneading 
fingers while his cock pressed forward, still deeper, into her hot little 
pussy. He could feel the long slippery interior muscles of her cunt going to 
work, trying to contract around the firmness of his skewering cock, the 
tempting satin-walls inviting him to shoot off his load already, every 
slippery stroke bringing him that much closer to the consummation of his 
second incestuous liaison! 

She, too, reached around his pelvis, and she took hold of his flexed cheeks, 
holding them with her lightly squeezing fingers, sucking his thrusting cock 
that much deeper into her cunt, and then, suddenly, slapping upwards into 
his rocking pelvis, she let loose with a sudden gush of her inner juices, an 
orgasmic squishing noise signaling to Leonard, along with his sister's heavy 
panting, arched back and distended lips, that he was presently witnessing 
her cum. 

"Sis? You okay?" 

"Oh, Leonard," she panted, obviously floating on cloud number fourteen, "oh, 
yes ... I'm soo-ooo alright....!" 

A few moments later he, too, was rocking his body with the intensity of 
orgasm. His quick-thrusting cock was beating hungrily up into the secret 
back compartments of his sister's hot wet pussy. The throbbing pole pressed 
delicately and then savagely with alternating rhythmic cadences, while his 
lust-churned balls were so tight that he thought they were going to 
completely recede into his belly. He pushed harder and fucked her 
mercilessly, persistently jamming his hot cock into her pussy with the 
knowledge that in any minute his scrotum was going to explode, and that his 
cock would go pulsating, rocketing off the face of the earth into her 
sweetly undulating belly. 

It happened by surprise, a shocking sensation welling up inside him, and 
then he was cuming, his sweetly boiled juices sliding out of his cock like 
oil, every spurt a giant ecstasy in his super-charged, lust-heated brain. 
With furious stroke-power, he kept his mounting cock stuffed down her 
slippery little pussy, continually rolling her hips from side to side so as 
to get the best possible rub from that long smooth satiny tunnel of 
exquisite sensitiveness. He snaked up high in her for the last hot squirt, 
and discharged a stupendous amount of cum in her belly. 

Then he pulled out and sat up on the sweaty seat of his car. On the movie 
screen Dracula was just about to lean into the neck of his next victim, the 
white teeth showing brilliantly, luminescent and neon-white, glowing 
electric. He turned off the sound and turned to his sister who was buttoning 
her blouse, her swelled breasts still visible. "I'm glad we did that," he 
said. "I feel a lot better." 

"Me, too," she said, a big smile spreading across her thick moist lips, and 
for an instant Leonard couldn't help but think how much Crystal Fawn 
resembled his mother. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

While Leonard and Crystal were watching the end of Dracula, just as the 
fierce beast was about to bite into his last victim's neck, in fact, Alex 
Cornright was tapping his knuckles at the door to Ellen Fawn's house. 

"Good evening, Alex," the timid widow said when she opened the door. 
Nervously, she added in an unsuspecting tone, "My daughter's not here right 
now but if you come back tomorrow-" 

"You don't understand," said the teenaged boy, stepping forward without 
waiting for an invitation. "I'm the fellow who knows about you and Leonard," 
he said. "Come on in, Mrs. Fawn. Come in, come in." He was past her, already 
into the living room. The look of shock on her face was apparent. "Close the 
door and let's get down to business, Mrs. Fawn. I haven't got all night. In 
fact, your daughter's due back here in an hour!" 

Ellen Fawn looked frantically out into the night and then she turned and 
shut the front door and leaned against it. "So, it was you ... you and my 
daughter?" 

"That's right," said Alex Cornright, his smiling eyes inspecting the 
luscious mother. He toured her from toe to head, his steady lewd gaze taking 
in the shape of her small ankles, the bend of her calf, the smooth uplift of 
her lower thigh, and the outline of her hips and pelvis under her skirt; he 
inspected the swell of her rounded breasts which were supported handsomely 
by a big, halter bra under her cotton blouse; and then he looked at her 
face, noting the fine crimson patches in her tanned cheeks, the neat cut of 
her high cheek bones and the way her silky blonde hair hung and touched 
lightly on her shoulders. "Oh, yes," he said, staring lasciviously into her 
crystal blue eyes, "it's going to be very, very nice ... mmmm, yes, Mrs. 
Fawn, I think I'm going to enjoy this a great deal!" 

He reached out his hand and when she didn't take it voluntarily, he grabbed 
her by the arm and pulled her up close to him. He kissed her hard on the 
lips, shoving his tongue into place in her mouth and demanding that she 
accept him. 

She could feel the lean tightness of his young body pressing against her own 
voluptuous breasts, crushing her hard and fast, his tongue sliding like a 
shark into her throat. "Uuuuh ... God ... no!" she protested this assault, 
trying to shake free of his firm embrace. "Let me be!" 

"Oh, so you'd rather I went blabbering around West Hills about how you sleep 
with your boy, eh? Is that it? Would you like me to go telling people how 
you fuck your teenage son, Mrs. Fawn? Is that what you want?" He had a 
lecherous, victorious sneer on his lips, the kind of lewd grin that made her 
cringe. But he had a point, a winning point, one that she couldn't allow to 
persist. 

"Alright," she asked, "what do you want?" 

"That's more like it," he said. He looked over his shoulder, up the 
staircase. "Let's go upstairs ... to the scene of the crime, eh?" He smiled 
and pulled her by the arm along behind him. 

Upstairs, in Leonard's bedroom, he made her undress. She stood nakedly in 
front of him, her legs trembling and shivering, her loins covered with a 
light blanket of goose bumps. "You look just about the way I was hoping you 
would up close, Mrs. Fawn! Just the way I wanted you to look!" He worked the 
belt buckles of his levies undone and slipped out of his leather jacket. He 
undid his fly and all the time kept his eyes glued to her naked body, 
burning into her soft, ripe motherly flesh. 

When he, too, was completely naked, he had her sit down on the side of the 
bed. They sat side by side and naked with their feet on the floor, next to 
each other, like a couple of old time lovers just about to begin their 
secret ritual. He took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his 
hard-throbbing cock. Already he was completely stiff. 

"Why don't you get down on the floor and suck me some, Mrs. Fawn? Eh? Just 
to be sure that you're doing good by me, okay?" She climbed around with his 
cock in her hand and knelt between his legs. She was on her knees with his 
prick in her lightly squeezing fist, the hot red tip bulging out from 
between her fingers, the spongy surface only inches from her mouth and her 
thick, moist lips. She licked the outside of her lips in anticipating his 
command. It was the second big cock she'd had in her fingers in three days, 
the first being her son's. She wondered what it would be like to be married 
and to be able to get it whenever she wanted-the idea flickered in her mind; 
it was a lot different than having to be blackmailed into sex! 

"Go on now," he said, "use your tongue Mrs. Fawn. Suck my cock and lick it 
with your tongue." 

She leaned down and promised herself that she would not enjoy this forced 
and humiliating sexual experience. She pressed her tongue to the surface of 
the pinkly heated prick cap, working her oral wetness into the rim and 
around the top of the shaft. She could see the big bulbous vein sticking out 
on the column in her fist, and she could sense that the young man was 
getting more and more turned on with every swipe and lash of her 
hot-pressing tongue. Slowly but surely, whether she liked to admit it or 
not, she was getting thrilled by the chance to suck a good hot prick. It was 
the sweetest kind of blackmail she could have ever had done to her! 

All of a sudden, he pulled back, wrenching free of her licking mouth and he 
sprawled onto his back and was lifting her as if she were weightless up over 
him. "Come on, you hot bitch, it's time for what I came here for. I ain't 
been waiting all this time for nothing!" He was twisting and adjusting her 
naked white body to his own desire as Ellen Fawn moaned in her rising, 
shock-strained passion. "God damn it, I want this fuck now!" he grunted at 
her. "Get that cunt of yours up there and stuff it with my cock, you little 
boy-fucker!" 

Ellen's brain swam with a building, masochistic lust from the obscene and 
sudden tirade. She squirmed whimperingly to right herself, for he'd pulled 
her so quickly up off the floor and over his body that she had needed a 
minute to find her balance. She was up and over the massive youth's body, 
righting herself by placing her knees on either side of his ribs. Roughly, 
his hands smoothed up her inner thighs to her partially opened cunt, 
spreading the flushed pink lips of her vagina apart to expose its 
glistening, moist interior to his lecherous gaze. "Ah, yes," he crooned, 
"that's more like it!" 

His fingertips went searingly up into her labia, working her tiny erect 
clitoris and bringing it to a more and more pronounced state until with a 
gasp, she raised to her knees. She grasped downwards at his thick, pulsating 
cock with her small fist and moaningly tried to worm its thick, mushroomed 
knob into the wet palpitating hole of her blossoming pussy. 

"Oh, damn," he moaned, "now you're talking, Mrs. Fawn! Now you've got the 
idea for sure!" 

She looked down on his lecherous grinning face and nearly went wild with the 
desires which had been welling inside her loins. She confessed once and for 
all that it no longer mattered to her that she was being blackmailed, and 
that it also didn't matter that she'd fucked her son; what was important-she 
clasped his cock tight when she thought this-was that she get some of that 
manly throbbing prick running up inside her vagina, skewering high in her 
sweetly divine belly so as to make her cum ... and cum ... and cum ...! 

Alex could hardly speak, for the adorable, supple young mother was now 
working his huge cock of hardness, manipulating it on her own, pressing the 
purple inflated head into her tight, wetly clenching pussy. Just the sight 
of it was enough, let alone the terrific sensations that went with that 
upwardly plunging motion inside her suckingly wet channel. 

"Oh, please," she murmured in frustrating cries of helplessness, "get it in 
all the way ... help me to get it in...." She pressed her swaying, swollen 
breasts downwards, trying to lift her rolling buttocks up off of his legs so 
as to squirm her full thighs into position, allowing her cunt to slip down 
on the thickness of his hot prick. "Uuhhhh, good!" she grunted finally, her 
body now swiveling in position. 

Young Alex looked up and reached for her swollen breasts, taking the 
hardened nipples in his fingers and lightly tugging them away from her body. 
"You like to fuck, don't you, Mrs. Fawn?" 

"Oh, God." 

"Yeah," he said softly, pulling on her nipples and watching her begin to 
ride his long hot cock. She was making sensuously small whipping circles 
with her hips, rolling her legs left and right, riding him like a big 
bucking bull. Inside her cunt she clung to his thick prick with all the 
squeeze her wet interior muscles could conjure up. His hot rubbery head was 
pressing with unrelenting force into her tight, wet vagina, all the way up 
into her belly, raising a guttural cry of agony from deep in Mrs. Fawn's 
throat. 

"UUuuuuuummmmmmm, yes," she let out as the hot prick continued stretching 
her sensitive cuntal opening, worming in just as far as it could go. She 
cried out once more and sank down onto it fully, her groans changing to 
small whimpers as she felt it slide high up in the remote folds of her inner 
vagina. 

Spreading her knees out wider away from his body, she sank lower onto his 
huge impaling hardness, moaning all the way as if it were going to paralyze 
her for life. Then she raised up slowly off of it so that the massive cock, 
glistening wet from her vaginal secretions, came whitely into view almost to 
the angry-red ring of his purple cock-head, and then with a much needed 
emotional gasp, she sank down again, flattening her soft loins against his, 
absorbing the entire thick-veined rigidity of his huge prick inside her hot, 
clasping channel beyond her cervix toward her belly! 

"Oh, shit," moaned Alex Cornright, his cock further into the satin squeeze 
of Mrs. Fawn's pussy than he ever dreamed humanly possible, "this is better 
than I thought!" And he reached down and took hold of the young mother's 
curvaceous hips, pulling them and twisting them and sending her pumping on 
his thrusting, lust-hardened cock in as lewd and as lascivious a manner as 
possible. "Uuuuuhhh ... good," he grunted at her, grinding his prick up and 
down in the sweet wet confines of her clasping cuntal flesh, "that's the way 
it should be ... Ohhh, yeah! YEAH!!" 

She was actually taking to bouncing on the hardened cock-prong, running her 
cunt up and down the thick stabbing prick as best she could. She leaned 
down, putting her hands on his chest, and lifted her buttocks up in the air, 
keeping his prick in the grip of her elastic pussy, pulling, tugging, 
twisting and squeezing it, making her cunt into a hot wet fist, an oily one 
which could squeeze and milk his thickened cock, jerking it into ecstasy. 

"Oh, yeah," he cried, "oh, yeah ... good ... good ... good, Mrs. Fawn ... 
that's the way ... good ... fuck ... good...!" 

The two strangely intense, oddly coupled lovers were so carried away with 
their stab at carnal bliss that neither one of them heard the downstairs 
door click open announcing the arrival of young Leonard and his sister, 
Crystal. Nor were they a moment later aware of the brother-sister couple 
standing at the door watching them. 

In fact, it was Leonard Fawn who let it be known that his mother and Alex 
Cornright were no longer alone in his bedroom. "Mother!" he hollered from 
the door. "How could you!? With that pig!" And if Crystal hadn't grabbed him 
by the arm, he'd have gone charging into the room to seek a terrible and 
awful revenge. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Lemme go," he hollered at his sister, jealousy raging in his veins. "I 
don't believe it!" 

In front of his very eyes the other teenager boy was screwing his mother! He 
wanted to kill him! 

"Don't do anything stupid," cried Crystal. "Come on now, he's only fucking 
her! Besides, you don't have any right to feel that way!" 

The words struck home and Leonard stopped railing. His sister held his arm, 
barely, and they stood at the entrance to the bedroom watching Mrs. Fawn and 
Alex Cornright resume their passionate fucking. "I'm not going to stop now," 
hissed Ellen Fawn, "I just can't ... oh, please ... don't make me stop now 
... we can straighten it out in a minute ... but not now ... Oh, God! Fuck!" 

"I know what I'm gonna do now," said Leonard, his blood still boiling, "I'm 
gonna get myself a little real revenge! She used me, and I'm gonna get her 
back!" He was undoing his belt while he spoke, pulling his trousers off his 
hips and getting naked. When he was down to his underwear he looked up 
frantically at Crystal. "You can watch if you want, little sister, but it 
ain't gonna be all that pretty!" 

He approached the writhing bodies. His mother was on top of Alex Cornright, 
her legs widely spread so that the teenaged man's cock impaled upwards in 
her seethingly wet, pink puckered lips, her vagina sliding up and down the 
long hot greased pole like this was the last and only fuck she'd ever get. 

Leonard lined himself up behind his mother, his eyes glued to the backs of 
her smooth, full thighs. "Oh, yeah, Mom!" he drooled from behind her whitely 
bouncing buttocks. "I'm gonna give you something real nice for fooling 
around like this ... something you won't ever forget...!" 

Ellen Fawn could barely hear anything, let alone the sounds of her teenaged 
son's threats. She was still trying to understand the emotions welling up 
inside her vagina from the hot thick hardness penetrating up into her. It 
was becoming painfully exhilarating, almost mesmerizing in its intensity ... 
And then she felt fingers parting the soft yielding flesh of her buttocks, 
probing it, working the sensitive raised circle of her tiny anus ...! 

"Oh, yeah, Mom," said Leonard, himself the source of these new feelings in 
Ellen Fawn's buttocks crevice, "this is gonna be just right...." He held one 
flexed, bouncing ass-cheek away from the other and he could see not only the 
hotly puckered ring of her sphincter, but also the site of Alex Cornright's 
insertion, that boy's ripely throbbing cock pressing mightily upwards into 
Leonard's mother's glistening wet pussy lips. "Look at that, Crystal," 
Leonard blurted to his sister. "Come on over here and have yourself a peak 
at what Mom gets herself into, eh?" 

Crystal reluctantly joined her brother at the end of the bed. She looked to 
where her brother indicated, her eyes startled to see the incredible size of 
the gargantuan cock sliding and wet as it went puncturing and pulling on the 
spread labial lips of her bother's cunt. "Oh, God, it must be killing her!" 
she cried out softly, and then she remembered that like her mother, she, 
too, had enjoyed that mighty cock. A rage suddenly welled up in Crystal's 
heart, for like her brother she felt terribly used. There was her boyfriend, 
Alex, fucking her mother. "I want you to fuck her hard, Leonard," said 
Crystal, her voice suddenly cold. "And I'll hold her ass open for you!" 

Crystal was already undressing. She quickly removed her skirt and blouse, 
her voluptuous breasts pouring out naked and aroused, a flaming blush 
filling her face with vermilion. "I want you to fuck her hard, Leonard-for 
me!" 

She took hold of her brother's already throbbing cock and sank to her knees, 
letting her breasts rub lightly, feathering out around it, on the shaft. She 
landed with her lips spread so as to moistly accept his rock-hard penis into 
her moistening mouth. She rubbed around on the stiffness with her long wet 
tongue, and then she pulled away, standing and looking back at the cave 
between her mother's jiggling ass cheeks. "Go on now, Leonard, and give her 
that thing!" Leonard spit on his fingers and pressed one digit up to the top 
of his mother's asscrack, and he went running the finger down the length of 
the narrow crease until the tip of his digit arrived at the tight little 
brown circle of her anus. "Mmm, yeah, Mom, you just keep riding that prick 
down there ... just nice and easy does it!" He poked into her soft rectal 
outer chamber, filling it with a knuckle's worth of his long, bony finger. 
"Yeah," he said, grinding it slightly from side to side, watching his mother 
continue to rock and roll on the impaling prick from below. "Isn't that 
something, Crystal?! Look at her go!" 

Indeed, Ellen Fawn was beginning to let loose. Though the initial contact of 
the probing finger aroused new unleashed pains in her otherwise sensually 
fired brain and straining body, now she was beginning to admit to something 
other than hurt, something deeper and more sensual. But then the fingering 
in her anus turned hard and the grinding, became less delicate, and her face 
registered agony from the growing torment and she began to struggle against 
it; yet she was hesitant to move away and lose the wonderful sensations of 
the thick cock impaling her searing pussy to the depths of her wanting 
belly! Instead, she clenched her teeth, prepared to endure her son's 
thrusting finger which had begun to worm its way into the soft rubbery 
confines of her rectum ...! 

"Aaaaaahhhhh ... oooooohhhhhh ... nooooooo ... nooooo!" she gasped 
frightfully, trying to clench the wide spread white moons of her ass-flesh 
closed against this lewd invasion. But then she felt the small fingers and 
palms pressed on the insides of her buttocks, holding her clamped open, and 
she turned her head back, looking over her shoulder and saw that it was 
Crystal who held her cheeks apart, and her son who was working his hand 
between her buttocks. "Oh, my God," she cried out under her breath, looking 
down now at the young man who sweated and pumped beneath her own wriggling 
body, "Oh God ... oh ... oh ... oh...." 

And still the prick sliding upwards inside her cunt continued to rub into 
the deep interior of her pussy, squashing and pressing the spongy cap into 
the cervix round at the back of the vagina cave. His hips pressed upwards, 
flattening out against the smooth white plane of her slippery wet pelvis, 
his hard-throbbing cock thrashing into the remote confines of her hungrily 
squeezing satin cuntal flesh. "Oh, fuck," she moaned desperately, trying to 
escape the double-pronged probing of her pelvis, one prong coming from 
below, the other being her son's finger as it worked into the depths of her 
bowels, "Please ... PLEASE STOP!" 

But Crystal continued to hold her voluptuous mother's buttocks wide spread, 
and young Leonard continued to ride his finger down into the narrow entrance 
of Ellen Fawn's asshole. Leonard went so far as to laugh out loud as he 
pressed forward with his thick middle finger into the delicate raised flesh 
of her pink anus. He watched her squirming, naked body lurch and heard her 
cry out at his intrusion into the sensitive, spongy opening. "Open your ass, 
Mom," he grunted, "you opened your cunt for Alex, so you can open your ass 
for me!" He was angry with her and he wasn't afraid to let it show with his 
ass-ripping finger. 

Ellen felt him thrust forward mercilessly against the useless resistance of 
her flexed outer rectum. She could also feel Crystal's thumbs pressed on the 
insides of her cheeks, holding her clamped apart. Then came the thick 
finger, plunging into the pried open, rubbery channel to the palm of his big 
hand, and again she pitifully cried out. Before she could catch her breath, 
a second joined the first, reaming and stretching her delicate nether 
passage, forcing her to halt her fucking movements while Alex Cornright 
brutally clutched at her waist to keep her from squirming off of him. She 
moaned incessantly with the agony as the hands continued to spread her back 
there, levering the cheeks of her soft, resilient buttocks further and 
further apart until she thought she would split wide open! 

"Look at that," moaned Crystal, unable to believe the sight of her brother's 
fingers boring into place in her mother's asshole. "Jesus, look at that!" 

"Think she's ready?" asked Leonard sarcastically. He pulled his fingers out 
of her anus with a lurid plopping noise which added a definite extra aural 
lewdness to the scene. A moment later Ellen Fawn was begging her son not to 
go any further with this debacle. But her protest was all in vain, for the 
boy took to applying a thin coating of his own saliva to the mildly relieved 
hole, and then he told his sister to step aside and to let him have at the 
target. 

"I'm gonna give it to her good now," he said, his threatening, angry voice 
booming above the others, "and she's gonna beg me for more by the time I get 
done!" 

Ellen felt the arrival of something smooth and foreign and rubbery pressing 
into her cringing asshole! She couldn't believe for a moment that her son 
was actually climbing into her this way, and then she had to believe it for 
she was feeling the burning sensation, like a giant fiery torch had been 
forced into her rectum, too big to fit, scalding her and running through her 
and practically killing her all together. 

"Ohhhh ... fuck ... damn you ... stop! Stop it....fuck ... noooooooooo!" Her 
voice turned shrill and thin as the bulging intruder invaded deeper and 
deeper into her buttocks, pressing into her resistant bowels with an 
intrusive pressure the likes of which she'd never known possible. 
Reluctantly, she felt her cheeks opening to accommodate the throbbing cock, 
as if as some last, self-preservative measure, her ass had given way to the 
only thing possible to save her: submission, complete and total and 
humiliating submission! 

"Uhhhhhhhhhh ... fuck ... no ..she bleated softly, the anger subsiding in 
her voice. "No ... no ... no...." Every throb and stab in her anus from the 
tight-fitting rockhard prick was another pressure for her to give way 
entirely, and though she moaned for the fucking to stop, she could feel 
herself letting loose, slowly but surely coming around to some other way of 
dealing with the awful, lusty sword which was her son's defiling cock! 

"Alright," said Alex Cornright, "I'm gonna help you both," and he quickly 
pulled out from under Mrs. Fawn's cunt and replaced his prick with his 
finger, taking hold of her inner pussy and rubbing it with his circulating 
digit. "Now up here, honey," he said softly, arranging himself and her face 
with one hand so that his cock, wet with her vaginal juices, ended up 
between her lips and inside her mouth. "Now suck that while I finger fuck 
you, and your son will get himself a final little thrill from your ass, eh? 
Ha, ha, ha! Oh, yeah, this is the kind of help I can give all day long!" He 
grunted lewdly and pressed his spongy cock-head into the back of her throat. 
He held her between his legs, her mouth full of his rock-hard, glistening 
penis while the boy's cock worked down into her ass from behind. 

"Oh, yeah," murmured Crystal, unable to control her own lurid emotions, 
"that's really something, Mom! You can satisfy both of those guys at once!" 
She felt her own juices beginning to flow freely, a gush welling up inside 
her young tight cunt, and she wondered if when the men finished with her 
mother if they would have enough strength left over for ... for ... she 
didn't dare to say it to herself! 

Suddenly, Ellen Fawn gave way to the overwhelming sensation of the two 
pricks in her body, one jamming into her mouth, the other filling up her 
bowels. It was too much to resist any longer in any way, and she admitted to 
herself once and for all that she loved the young cocks which were taking 
care of her ardent needs, arousing her beyond belief! 

"Oh, God, fuck yes!" she cried out around the prick in her face. "Mmmmm, 
God, I love it!" And she took one hand out from around the mattress which 
she'd been holding onto in desperation, and she wrapped her fingers around 
the base of Alex Cornright's cock and held on as tight as she could while 
sucking at the thick ridges and fat rim of the crown. With her other hand 
she reached back behind her and took hold of her right buttock and pulled 
the cheek back and away from her son's ramming rod, exposing the hole that 
much more, and she moaned at the cock in her mouth, "Oh, yes, fuck me ... 
fuck me good and hard ... I love it ... I really do love it ... fuck me...!" 

Then it exploded! Alex Cornright's cock gushed forth thick streams of the 
creamy pungent liquid into her mouth and throat, sending her cheeks bloating 
and contracting, and she rapidly swallowed down all of the continually 
spurting wads of cum, drinking it hungrily down her throat, swallowing it 
all to keep from choking and be cause she loved the milky white stuff. She 
sucked so hard and so fast that she felt like she was spooning her belly 
full of hot creamy pudding. It was everything she could do to get enough of 
the stuff. At the end a little line, a rivulet of the white jism dripped 
from her debauched mouth, the little trickle looking like she'd not 
swallowed part of a meal. 

In her ass her son's hot cock continued to throb even harder and deeper than 
ever. The lewd sight of his mother's lips tied and clutching to the hot 
greased cock of Alex Cornright had inspired Leonard to plunge his prick even 
more powerfully into the hot tight chamber of his mother's rectum. 

"N-Now," cried Ellen Fawn. "Fuck me now! Cum! Cum! Please! Cum!" 

Leonard Fawn groaned heartily, his revenge having taking a turn toward 
pleasure, and he let loose of his lust-churned semen, his tightened balls 
suddenly letting go and relaxing, that weighty feeling slowing up some, and 
his cum splattered out into his mother's asshole, wad after hefty wad 
filling her up until it overflowed and dribbled down from the crack in her 
ass, puddling on the linen below. 

She, too, took that moment as the finale, and she let herself give way once 
and for all to the masterful plunging which gorged her ass full of throbbing 
cock and boiling cum, and when she mentally pictured her son's prick making 
ripe, full strokes into her asshole, she let go of her own juices and gave 
way with a tremendous earth-shaking orgasm. A last frantic moment of bodily 
enchantment momentarily enveloped her, taking her over entirely and finally 
... and she felt a cock pop out of her ass.... 

"Oh, God," she moaned, "my son ... my son ..She looked around and saw in 
final desperation and complete humiliation that both young men had turned 
their attentions away from her entirely to begin to consider what they might 
do in terms of a sandwich job on young Crystal! It was, the spent, tired 
mother realized, somehow the natural course of events.... 

EPILOGUE 

It was about a month after her vacation had ended when Ellen Fawn decided 
that it would be best to move her family to a new town in Northern 
California, far away from the small community of West Hills through which 
had quickly spread the word of her licentious involvements with young men. 
It became clear from the beginning of her liaison with Alex Cornright that 
he was unwilling to allow the young-looking mother more than a temporary 
peace. He pursued her regularly, threatening constantly to expose her to the 
wrath of the community. Finally, he did so, and before she could leave town 
and avoid the ultimate humiliation of public confrontation and news stories, 
many a young man had knocked on her door asking simply for an autograph or a 
look-see at the voluptuous woman who'd slept with her own son. All of this 
was too much for Ellen Fawn to bear, and she regrettably left her home in 
West Hills, taking her children with her. Where she lives now, with Crystal 
and Leonard, no one knows.... 


THE END
