Mother's Youthful Obsession
[aka 'Wendy's Incestuous Desires']
by Shirley James
(RX-467)


FOREWORD 

For centuries, incest ... the sexual attraction and the consummation of the 
sexual act of parents with their children, brother with sister, or any 
sexual liaison occurring between blood relatives ... has been one of the 
rigid taboos of society, along with pedophilia ... with which, needless to 
say, it is often equated. In today's more tolerant outlook, the result of a 
nation-wide attempt to free ourselves from the harmful and traumatic 
repression of the mid-Victorian era, we are beginning to examine this 
phenomenon with considerable more curiosity and earnest sincerity in an 
attempt to learn why it does exist and why, indeed, it appears to be far 
more widespread than we imagined. 

Hitherto, it was thought that incest along with pedophilia ... sexual desire 
in an adult for a child ... occurred mainly in urban ghettos, where the 
squalid crowding in of large families made erotic nearness an almost 
inevitable occurrence. This has long since been disproved by experts, who 
indicate from intensive factual surveys conducted in many urban centers that 
one finds even more sexual relationships between adults and young, or 
juvenile, blood-kin in middle- and upper-income groups. They reason that the 
reputation and income of such better privileged family groups deters both 
discovery and legal prosecution of incestuous and pedophilic liaisons. 

From the adult's viewpoint, there are many psychological motivations to 
explain the lure on incest: primarily, the temptation of banishing the 
specters of advancing age by union with the exquisitely ingenuous, untouched 
juvenile; the ego-flattering opportunity to act as initiator or initiatress 
to the virginal, yet curiosity-attuned youngster, which appeals to the 
romantically indealistic nature of the erotically yearning adult; the 
greater opportunity of acceptance by a juvenile lover, who comes to the 
union with a "built-in" respect for adult savoir-faire and authority. 

This book, Mother's Youthful Obsession, will show one powerful example of 
incestual union and the motivation why one adult will risk the attendant 
dangers of incestual liaisons; it will also provide you, the reader, with 
greater insight into how and why this sexual phenomenon continues to occur 
with constantly greater prevalence. 

THE PUBLISHERS 

 Chapter One 

"How about it, Wendy baby? Wanna see the bedroom?" Wendy Eaton heard Mark 
Thomas ask in a husky voice, his hand resting warm and heavy on her leg. 

"Not tonight, Mark," she said softly, looking down at her drink and wishing 
she had turned down his invitation earlier that night. 

"That's what you said last night, and the night before, baby! You know, 
Mark's gonna get the impression that you're not really interested in him at 
all! Don't wanna hurt my little feelings do you?" the husky man asked, 
squeezing her silken leg a bit. 

"I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings, Mark. You know that. But I just 
don't feel like it tonight. I know it sounds ridiculous, darling, but it 
just doesn't do anything for me anymore," she said softly, daring to look 
into the man's glittering eyes. 

"Yeah? Well, it does sound kind of ridiculous. After all, Wendy, you know I 
knew you before your husband did. You were pretty free then!" Mark said, 
moving his hand up closer to her thigh. 

"I know that, Mark ... but, well, things have changed. I just haven't been 
myself since Frank died. It just doesn't seem the same anymore. I don't seem 
to enjoy it as much," she said, thinking about the sexual joys she had 
experienced in Frank's bed. 

"Sure, baby," he said, moving closer to her. "I understand how it is. But 
Frank's been gone two years now! You can't go on holding out like this! You 
don't expect him to come back and claim you, do you?" he said, a trace of 
derision in his deep voice. 

"Please don't, Mark," Wendy said in a shallow voice, feeling hurt and a bit 
angry at the man who had been trying to conquer her for the past few weeks. 
"You know how it still hurts." 

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Mark said, still sneakingly moving his fingers closer 
and closer to the object of his desires. "But you can't go on hurtin' 
forever, Wendy! You've got to come out of it and start living again! You 
used to be free and easy! I never saw a frown on your pretty face until 
Frank died! Shit, Wendy! You gotta live again! I can make you happy! I did, 
before Frank came along! Don't you remember all the wild times we had 
together? All those wild nights in bed! I remember once we went to bed 
together and didn't get out for a week except to eat a bite now and then!" 
Mark said, his cock rising at the mere thought of the great times he and 
Wendy had had before she had married Frank and settled down. 

Wendy knew that Mark was right. She had been in limbo since Frank had died 
in an automobile accident two years before. She hadn't allowed herself to 
enjoy life since he had been taken away from her. She had given herself to 
him completely, and the shock of losing him had torn her apart. She had 
managed to put herself together again with the help of the love of her three 
young sons, but there was still a spark of life missing. 

Wendy knew that Mark meant well. He wanted to give her back that spark of 
life. He wanted to get into her pussy, too, like all the men she knew wanted 
to do. She could forgive him for his lust for her. After all, she was the 
most luscious woman that the town of Briarwood had ever known, and all the 
men in town seemed to want a crack at her, now that she was free again. But 
she wasn't really free, not the way the men thought she was. 

Wendy had been a free spirit in her younger years. She had been the 
swingingest teenager in town, and why not? She had had what it took to drive 
the boys wild, and she had used her feminine charms to advantage. She had 
jumped into the whirlpool of fuck-lust at an early age and had enjoyed every 
hot minute of it. 

Wendy had done almost anything a girl could do with a boy by the time she 
was sixteen, and she had enjoyed each new experience more than the last. The 
boys flocked to her like bees to honey, and by the time she graduated she 
had earned her reputation as the town "honey-pot." 

It had been her reputation as an easy fuck that had caused her a night of 
pain and anguish that she still remembered vividly. If not for her husband's 
love and understanding she was sure that she would never have been the same 
after that night, the night of her eighteenth birthday. 

Wendy remembered that night as if it had been only yesterday. She had been 
going out with a motorcycle freak for a few days. Every time she thought of 
Tony Peterson's name she writhed inside with disgust. He had treated her 
fairly nicely at first, taking time to warm her up before he hauled out his 
huge nine inch cock and stuck it to her, but his gentle attentions didn't 
last long. 

She had gone with him three or four times to a secret cabin in the middle of 
a woods outside of town. The cabin had been used for a long time as a place 
for the cycle freaks to bring their chicks for a fuck. Wendy would have 
preferred a nice comfortable motel room to the bleak atmosphere of the dirty 
cabin, but Tony never had enough money for the comforts she preferred. She 
had learned to tolerate the lumpy mattress and the dingy sheets for his 
sake. 

She remembered how Tony had been acting a bit odd that evening, as if he 
half-expected something to happen. He seemed to be looking over his shoulder 
all the time. She remembered asking him if somepody was after him or 
something. After all, Tony was always getting into fights with his fellow 
bikers. She knew that he could handle himself in a fight, and her knowledge 
of his fearlessness gave her all the more reason to be uneasy about his own 
uneasiness. He had brushed her concern aside and hauled out his big. fat 
cock, presenting it to her to suck for him. 

Wendy remembered sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching out to fondle 
his naked dick and big hairy nuts. He dragged his balls out of his tight 
leather pants and let them hang loose. His rod snapped up in front of his 
tense young body and rubbed against the shiny leather of his black 
motorcycle jacket. She wrapped her long loving fingers around the dripping 
shaft of his dick and pulled the unyielding thing down until the purplish 
swollen head of it pointed right at her lips. 

"Suck that dick, baby!" she remembered hearing him say in a low and 
controlled voice. "Suck that fucker real good, Wendy! Take it all the way 
down your throat!" 

Wendy loved to suck cock, especially a cock as huge and hard as Tony's. She 
pressed her warm lips against the slippery head of Tony's swollen stiffness 
of his cock and planted wet loving kisses all over the bulging head of it. 
She kissed his rod from the shiny head to the root where the long shaft of 
his tool disappeared in the nest of curly hair on his groin. 

Wendy could feel even now the jerking and throbbing of Tony's rock-hard cock 
in her hand and against her lips. She remembered flicking out her tongue and 
letting the tip of it slide up and down the pre-cum covered pole of flesh 
between Tony's strong legs, licking the underside of his rock-hard 
dick-head, making his cock jerk harder and harder with each loving lick of 
her warmly wet tongue. 

"Take it in your mouth, baby!" she heard him say when his dick had become a 
red hot poker. 'Take it in there and suck it all the way down your sweet 
little throat!" 

Wendy did as she was urged, and did it eagerly, opening her pretty little 
mouth as widely as she could and taking his burgeoning cock into her tightly 
constricted throat. She felt the satiny head of his huge throbbing organ 
pushing into her oral cavity, rubbing against her tongue and the roof of her 
mouth at the same time. She sucked hard on the jerking thing, taking it 
deeper and deeper down her throat. It wasn't long before she felt his 
cock-head pushing against the back of her sweet throat. 

She remembered feeling the first thrust of his dick against the back of her 
throat when he began flexing the muscles of his hard ass and ramming his rod 
in and out of her face. She was used to sucking cock, and she loved to feel 
it punching in and out of her face. She managed somehow to avoid gagging 
when he banged his swollen rod against the sensitive back of her throat. She 
could suck dick all day, so long as the boy; she was sucking was gentle with 
her. 

Tony was gentle with her, at least for a while. He had always been gentle 
with her, letting up on the hardness of his thrusts when she let him know 
that he was face-fucking her too furiously. But all of a sudden the kid 
seemed to change. He face-fucked her harder and faster, driving his huge 
cock in and out of her face with ever-increasing speed and urgency. She 
reached out and squeezed his leg to let him know that it was time to slow 
down. It did no good. He kept banging in and out of her. 

She looked up and saw him unbuttoning his jacket, opening it and baring his 
hard young chest. He pushed his leather pants down, too, letting them fall 
in a pile around his ankles. She had never seen such a hard look on his 
face, a cold cruel look that frightened her. She tried to let him know that 
it was time to let her catch her breath, but he paid her no attention, no 
attention at all. 

Wendy was finding it harder and harder to breathe. She was starting to choke 
on the huge hot plug of male flesh that Tony had thrust into her mouth. His 
thrust were so hard that her entire body shook with each lunge against her. 
She almost gagged each time his swollen dick-head hit the back of her 
throat. She moaned and whimpered, hoping that he would soon have the decency 
to pull that monstrous dick out of her tortured face. 

Tony did finally pull out of her, but only when she started hitting him on 
the stomach. He pulled out of her and let his hard dick snap up against his 
naked stomach, making a strand of preseminal fluid splatter all over his 
hard belly. 

"Tony! You almost choked me!" Wendy cried, her eyes filled with tears, 
coughing and sputtering. "And you loved it! Right, bitch?" Tony said in a 
hard voice that was completely pitiless. 

"Tony! Don't talk to me like that! What's gotten into you tonight anyway? 
You know I hate to be manhandled this way!" Wendy said harshly, standing up 
and turning to leave. 

"Fuck you, bitch!" Tony rasped, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. 
"You're not goin' nowhere till I'm finished with you! And I'm nowhere 
finished yet!" he growled. 

Tony held her wrist tightly, turning it and squeezing hard until he had 
forced her to her knees in front of him. She struggled, but to no avail. He 
was just too strong. 

"Now you open that mouth and suck that dick some more! And don't bite it 
unless you want your teeth knocked out!" he growled, putting his heavy hand 
behind her head and forcing her against his groin. 

Wendy remembered how he forced her to suck his cock, banging it in and out 
wildly until she could hardly breathe. When he had had enough he pulled out 
of her face and threw her on the bed, standing over her and jerking himself 
off for a moment or two, making his rod hard as steel. 

"Why are you doing this to me?" she heard herself cry. "Why? Why?" she 
screamed at the top of her voice. 

"Shut the fuck up!" Tony shouted, bringing the back of his hand down hard 
against her cheek. "You think this is rough, bitch? You wait! When I get 
done with you you won't be able to walk for a week! I know you little cunts! 
You just want dick! You don't care how rough you get it! So don't give me no 
shit! You just spread them legs and take what I got for you! And I'm gonna 
give it to you hard too! Hard and hot! Just the way you like it!" he spat, 
crawling on top of her. 

"But I don't... I don't like it that way!" she begged. 

"Who gives a fuck? I like it that way! And that's the way I'm gonna give it 
to you!" he growled, grabbing his rock-hard cock and burying it in one hard 
thrust between her spread legs. 

Wendy remembered screaming at the top of her voice when she felt the hard 
boy jabbing his distended man-flesh all the way up inside her. She felt the 
pain searing through her sensitive pussy as it was suddenly and cruelly 
stretched by Tony's huge hard organ. 

"Take that dick! Take it, bitch! I want you to feel that fuckin' cock all 
the way up to. your throat!" he rasped, bucking his ass hard and fast, 
making her cunt burn with pain mingled with pleasure. 

"But why? Why are you doing this? I give you everything you want! All I want 
you to do is be gentle with me!" she cried. 

"Fuck that! I like it this way! I've just been gettin' you hot all this 
time, bitch! Now I got you where I want you and I'm gettin' what I want from 
you! Now you just lie there and take it! Go ahead and scream if you want to, 
bitch! Nobody's gonna hear you!" the cruel boy rasped, his dick banging in 
and out of her tight cunt. 

Wendy writhed in agony as his cock banged in and out. He slapped her pretty 
face from time to time, slapped her whether she resisted him or not, as if 
he wanted nothing more than to see her hurt. She felt his heavy hard body 
against her, felt his hot moist breath against her cheek. He pressed his hot 
lips against hers and thrust his tongue all the way down her throat. He 
grabbed her naked tits after he had torn her blouse off her, grabbed them 
and squeezed hard on her resilient breasts. 

She scratched his back, but that seemed only to make him hotter. His body 
strained hard against her. His balls slapped up against her crotch with each 
lunge into her. He reached behind her back and lifted her body off the bed, 
making her thrust out her pelvis. She knew that it wouldn't be long before 
he unloaded a stream of searing hot cum into her. Perhaps then he would 
leave her alone. She had to bring him off as soon as she could. 

Wendy remembered writhing against him, matching his thrusts with movements 
of her own. She bit his shoulders, which seemed to make him hot beyond 
belief. She ground her pelvis against him, taking him all the way up her 
belly. She felt him stretching her insides, stretching her in a way that now 
gave her no real pleasure at all. 

"Okay, cunt! That's the way! Move that twat! Suck that dick up there! Take 
it deep! Take it! I'm gonna shoot now, baby! I'm gonna fill that hot little 
cunt with a gallon of steamin' cum! Get ready for it! Here it comes!" he 
growled as his nuts blew up. 

Wendy felt his wad shooting and shooting deep inside her, filling her with 
his hot semen. The stuff shot a dozen times inside her, trickling out of her 
grasping cunt and running down the shaft of his dick in rivers of hot thick 
sperm. 

"Now leave me alone! You got what you wanted!" she cried, struggling against 
his panting body. 

Tony pulled out of her and rolled over on his back on the bed. Wendy took 
her first opportunity to escape, jumping off the bed and running for the 
door. Her blouse was torn open, her tits naked. Her skirt was torn off now, 
too. She tried to cover herself with what remained of her skirt and blouse 
but it was no use. She would have to run out through the woods almost naked. 
It was awfully embarrassing, but it was better than staying with Tony 
another second. 

Wendy threw open the cabin door, running as fast as she could to freedom, 
but it was not to be hers. She ran right into the arms of one of Tony's 
biker-buddies. She stared into the cold cruel eyes of the wicked looking 
biker who had caught her. She didn't know his name, but she remembered 
seeing him with Tony once or twice. She hadn't liked him then, and she 
didn't like him now. 

She beat his chest with her fists a few times and kicked at him, screaming 
all the while. After a moment or two of intense struggling he let her go. 
She ran as fast as her feet could carry her, not daring to look either 
behind her or ahead of her. She got only a few steps before she found 
herself in the arms of another rough looking biker wearing a cycle jacket 
with the same design as the one Tony and his buddy wore. 

"Lookin' for somebody, bitch?" the biker laughed. 

Wendy remembered how her stomach sank when she looked around her and saw a 
dozen men, all looking as if they wanted to fuck the piss out of her. They 
came toward her, their cocks sticking out of their pants, all hard and ready 
to tear her apart with their enormous size. She looked back and saw Tony 
standing in the doorway of the cabin. His hands on his hips, stark naked 
with his hard cock towering up in front of him. 

"Bring her on in, men! We're gonna have ourselves some hot fuckin' fun 
tonight!" he grinned. 

The rest of her ordeal was too painful to remember. She had blotted out most 
of that horrible night. She remembered each one of those dozen or so bikers 
fucking her one after the other until she could no longer feel a thing 
between her legs. She had passed out eventually. 

Her future husband Frank had found her the next morning. He had stumbled on 
her lying in a ditch while he had been hunting. He had taken her to his 
family's farm house and had nursed her back to health with the help of his 
mother. Wendy had begged them not to tell her parents what had happened. 
After a few days she was as good as new, at least physically. 

It had taken months for her to recover from the terrible shock of the mass 
rape. Frank had fallen in love with her eventually. She had had a great deal 
of trouble responding to his love after her ordeal, but in time she had been 
able to accept his feelings for her as genuine. She had fallen in love with 
him completely. He had married her a short time later and had given her just 
the right amount of love and understanding she needed. They had settled down 
and raised a family of three handsome young boys, three boys that Wendy had 
loved with all her heart. 

Frank had been killed two years before. The shock had been unbearable. She 
found the fears coming back again, the fears that had tortured her after her 
rape at the hands of the bikers. She knew that it was ridiculous to be 
afraid of men, but she was nonetheless. Now she was faced with the need to 
get back into the swing of things after years of peace and love with Frank. 
She knew that she would have to respond to men eventually. After all, she 
still craved sex, and craved it powerfully. 

She was sitting next to a man who was willing and able to give her all the 
fucking she could handle. She knew it and he knew it, but somehow she just 
couldn't bring herself to accept his advances. He knew nothing of her ordeal 
with the bikers, of course. Nobody knew about it except Frank and his 
immediate family, all of whom were tight lipped about the incident. She 
couldn't imagine how he felt about her, especially since she had given him a 
lot of hot pussy in high school. She hoped he could understand her inability 
to warm up to him. But somehow she didn't think he would. 

"Sure you won't change your mind, Wendy?" she heard Mark ask. 

The sound of his voice brought her out of her reverie. She looked down at 
Mark's hand and found it up under her dress, his fingers only a short 
distance from the crotch of her panties. She wriggled away from him and 
brushed his hand away. 

"I'm sorry, Mark," she said softly. "I just can't. Not yet." 

"Okay, Wendy. I won't force anything on you, honey. You know that. But 
whenever you're ready you know that I'm waiting," Mark said, reluctantly 
taking his hand off her leg. 

"I think I'd better get home, Mark darling," she said, smiling up at the 
handsome man as warmly as she could under the circumstances. 

The fact was that Wendy had warm feelings for Mark. She knew that he would 
treat her gently. If she ever did want a man again, she knew, he would be 
the man she would run to. He knew it, too. 

"Sure you won't stay a little longer?" Mark asked. 

"The boys are probably waiting for me, Mark," she smiled, thinking of her 
three handsome young sons. 

"Come on, Wendy. I'll drive you home. My bed's sure gonna be cold tonight, 
though!" Mark said, helping her to her feet and walking her to the door. 

"Don't be silly, Mark," she said. "It's eighty degrees outside!" 

"You know what I mean, baby!" he said putting his arm around her waist. 

"I do indeed!" she said, squeezing his hand, knowing that she, too, had an 
empty bed waiting for her. 

 Chapter Two 

An empty bed wasn't the only thing that Wendy had waiting for her at home 
that night. She had her three young sons, and her feelings for them had been 
bothering her lately, for good reason. 

Wendy had always loved her three handsome young sons. How could she not? 
They were everything a woman could want in a family, handsome, athletic, 
bright, fun loving and loyal sons who would warm the heart of any mother. 
The problem was that her three boys warmed more than her heart. 

She didn't know for certain when or why her love for Barry, Brett, and Billy 
had changed from pure motherly love to something more dangerous and taboo, 
but she did recognize that the change had taken place after Frank's death. 
It was almost as if her intense love of her husband, and her sexual 
attachment to him, were being transferred to her three boys, the three boys 
who were Frank's own flesh and blood. 

Wendy saw in Barry, Brett, and Billy many of their father's qualities, 
qualities that she had always found irresistible, qualities that still made 
her pussy warm whenever she thought of them. Each of her sons seemed to have 
inherited enough of Frank's qualities to stimulate her in a way that a 
mother dared not be stimulated by her sons. 

Of course, the boys had no idea that they were affecting their lovely mother 
so strangely. Wendy knew that they would never have guessed that her pussy 
was always warm and tingly whenever she was with them. Nobody would have 
guessed such a thing. She had never given the boys any reason to suspect her 
of lustful feelings for them, and she hoped never to give them reason to 
suspect. Still, there were times when she felt herself dangerously close to 
doing something unthinkable. 

Often when she let her hand fall on one of the boys' strong young legs in a 
casual loving caress she had the urge to let her warm hand move up his leg 
and rest over the bulge of his crotch. Often when she had occasion to kiss 
one of the boys she had the urge to kiss more deeply and sensuously than a 
mother dared to kiss her own son. Often when she had occasion to be with one 
of the boys when he was dressing or undressing for some reason she had the 
urge to throw herself at him and jump headlong into the swirling whirlpool 
of incestuous love. She had caught herself just in time many times. She was 
beginning to wonder how many more times she could catch herself before she 
let herself slip off the edge of depravity. 

Mark drove Wendy home that night and walked her to the door. He wanted to be 
invited in, perhaps to have one last try at getting into her pants, but she 
managed to resist his advances again. She did manage to summon enough 
courage to kiss him goodnight. She watched him drive away, wondering what he 
was thinking about her strange behavior. 

Wendy waited until Mark's car was out of sight and turned away from her 
front door. She had to take a long walk, had to have time to herself to 
think over the confusion of feelings that swirled about inside her. She 
walked for what seemed like hours, trying to reconcile her naked desire for 
her three boys with her duty' as a mother. It was no use. Something told her 
that it was only a matter of time until chance forced her to take the first 
fateful step toward the relationship she both feared and longed for with her 
children. 

By the time Wendy got home it was quite late. She had lost track of time 
completely. She could tell from the silence that the boys were upstairs in 
bed. From the clutter of glasses and the remains of snacks on the coffee 
table she gathered that they had taken advantage of her unexpected absence 
to watch the late show and fill their bellies with potato chips. They were 
boys, after all. She cleaned up their mess and sat down in a comfortable 
chair, tossing her head back and letting her long hair cascade over her 
shoulders. 

She closed her eyes and relaxed for the first time that day. 

Wendy was incredibly horny. Strangely enough her memories of her ordeal in 
the woods with the bikers always made her cunt steam. Mark had stimulated 
her, too. She could still feel his eager hand moving up under her dress 
toward the warm nest of her cunt. Her thoughts of Barry, Brett, and Billy 
hadn't helped her cool down either. She desperately needed a cock in her 
cunt or at least a pair of eager male lips and a long wet tongue lapping at 
the rosy gash of her hot pussy. 

Being deprived of the organ of satisfaction she craved, Wendy was forced to 
make do the best she could. She felt her hand drawn between her legs as if 
to a magnet. She ran her hand down over her dress, smoothing the material 
along the perfect curve of her thigh. The warmth in her loins continued to 
grow, spreading all over her lovely body. 

She sneaked her hand up along her naked thigh under her dress, rucking up 
her dress more and more by the second. She looked down at her leg as it came 
more and more fully into view. Her cunt was moist with desire, moist and 
twitching with unfulfilled passion. 

Wendy gasped when she felt her own fingers against the damp crotch of her 
lacy panties. She moved her fingers just a bit, feeling the itching and 
tingling in the dewy lips of her cunt. Her belly fluttered with pleasure as 
she stimulated her responsive vagina. 

The hot-assed woman slipped her fingers under her panties and fingered the 
naked flesh of her cuntlips until she could feel a fire raging between her 
lovely legs. She had to have free access to the hot spot between her legs. 
She had to go upstairs to her room and play with her steaming pussy until 
she flashed off. 

Wendy glided upstairs, listening carefully at the top of the stairs to hear 
whether or not her boys were fast asleep. Hearing no noise and seeing no 
light filtering under the three doors of her sons' rooms she tiptoed into 
her own bedroom. 

The horny mother slipped out of her dress and stood before her full length 
mirror, admiring her perfect feminine form. She still had what it took to 
drive a man wild. Her naked breasts were fine firm double handfuls of 
resilient flesh. Her long golden hair cascaded over her delicate shoulders 
like a golden waterfall, framing her naked breasts with shimmering 
smoothness. Her thighs were vibrant, her hips seductively curved, her legs 
long and silky. Her entire body seemed to glow with beauty. 

The lovely thirty-six-year-old woman sat on a chair before her mirror, 
spreading her long lithe legs and staring at the rosy cunt that opened up 
lewdly in the mirror. How many men and boys had been driven wild by the 
sight, scent, taste and feel of her cunt! How many wonderful hours had she 
spent using her responsive cunt to make men crazy with lust. But it was all 
behind her now. She was afraid to give herself to a man for fear that he 
would hurt her as the cruel bikers had so long before. 

Wendy knew that her three sons would never treat her unkindly. She closed 
her eyes and imagined her twelve-year-old son Billy standing in the room in 
front of her, his blue eyes glittering. She saw him standing before her, 
wearing only his underpants. She saw him brush his cowlick out of his eyes 
and look down at his feet as if he felt her eyes roving over his nearly 
naked body. He shuffled his feet and fidgeted with his hands the way he 
always did when he was on the spot. 

Wendy imagined beckoning him toward her, imagined the twelve-year-old boy 
walking nervously toward her, stopping so close that she could reach out and 
touch him. And touch him, she did. She felt her hand reaching out and 
touching his young chest. She felt the warmth of his body soaking into her 
loving hand, felt his young heart beating harder and faster in his chest. 

The sensations that seethed within the hot-assed mother as she imagined her 
hand moving over Billy's silken body were enough to make her dizzy. She 
burned with desire for her twelve-year-old son, burned with incestuous lust 
for the boy. She felt her hand moving over his strong young chest and down 
over his hard stomach. She felt his muscles flexing nervously as her hand 
continued to explore his nearly naked body. 

Wendy could almost feel the waistband of his white briefs as she hooked her 
fingers under the elastic. She stared between her son's legs at the soft 
bulge beneath his underpants. She could see the swelling of his young cock 
and balls. She longed to see her son's sexual equipment, longed to see how 
well her boy had developed since the last time she had gazed upon his cock 
and balls. She abandoned herself completely to her wild imagination, 
diddling her seething cunt while visions of her and her son danced through 
her mind. She burned inside when she saw and felt herself drawing her son's 
underpants down inch by inch, staring between his legs as more and more of 
his groin came into view. 

She felt her body shudder when she saw the slight growth of brown fuzz below 
his belly. She saw the boy squirm slightly as she drew his underwear down 
until she could see the soft little prick that dangled between his legs. She 
pulled his underpants all the way down and let them fall around his ankles, 
staring hungrily at his naked dick and balls. 

"Mom, what are you doin'?" she heard him ask in the daydream world of her 
horny imagination. 

"I'm going to do wonderful things to you, Billy darling!" she said, reaching 
out and daring to touch the little penis that hung between his tense legs. 

"Golly, Mom!" Billy gasped when he felt her fingers on his dick. "You really 
gonna touch me there?" 

"I'll do more than touch you, darling!" she heard herself say in a warm 
voice dripping with honey. 

Wendy held her son's cock in her loving hand, moving it gently and watching 
Billy's amazed expression as his cock started to lengthen and swell in her 
hand. She reached out with her other hand and cradled his young balls, 
squeezing them gently while she fondled his dick. She saw every muscle in 
his fine young body tighten as she excited his little cock and balls. 

"Gosh, Mom! It's gettin' bigger!" she heard him gasp as he stared down at 
his hardening dick. 

"Yes it is, darling! It's getting hard and long and thick, just the way I 
like it! Does it feel good, Billy?" she asked, her cunt tingling and 
twitching with the same excitement that was stimulating his young dick. 

"It sure does feel good, Mom! Wow!" the kid rasped. 

"Let me rub it for you, son!" she breathed, holding his rock-hard prick with 
the fingers of one silken hand and rubbing the naked head of his swollen 
prick with the palm of her other hand. 

Wendy saw Billy grow suddenly tense. He stood on his tiptoes and sucked in 
his breath as if the sensation she inspired in his dick and balls was too 
much for him to stand. She continued rubbing gently, making him gasp with 
each stroke of her palm over the head of his rod. 

"Do you like that too, Billy?" she asked sweetly. 

"Oh, yeah! Yeah!" the boy rasped. 

"I'm sure you'll like this, too, Billy!" she smiled, wrapping her long 
silken fingers around the shaft of his cock and jerking him off ever so 
slowly, making his young nuts ache with sperm. 

The horny mother beat her son off in her wild imagination until she knew he 
would shoot his wad in another second unless she stopped for a minute or 
two. She felt his dick suddenly swell to ever greater proportions and snap 
up against her eager hand. 

"Would you like to put your nice hard dick in my mouth, Billy?" she asked 
her hard-cocked son. 

"Put it where?" he asked, bewildered. 

"In my mouth, darling!" she smiled wickedly, her cunt twitching with hot 
desire for her son. "Come to mommy, Billy boy!" she said, reaching out and 
putting her hands behind her boy's hard buttocks. 

Wendy imagined herself pulling the boy toward her, closer and closer to her 
eager face. She moved him toward her until his jerking cock was only an inch 
or two away from her lips. The long hard thing was standing straight up 
against his hard young belly, dripping with preseminal fluid and looking 
hard as steel and smooth as velvet. 

Unable to resist the temptation another second, Wendy pressed her warm and 
willing lips against the slippery head of Billy's hard-on. She longed to 
taste his throbbing young male flesh. She flicked out her tongue and touched 
it to the bulging purplish head of his rod, tasting his salty pre-cum and 
loving every free-flowing drop of it. 

"Does that feel nice, darling?" she heard herself ask. 

Billy made a dry rasping sound in reply to his licentious mother. 

"If you like that, Billy, I'm sure you'll just love this!" she said, opening 
her mouth and sucking his dick into her face. 

Wendy felt her young son's dick snap up against the roof of her mouth when 
she began licking and sucking it. Her tongue raced expertly over and under 
the head of his jerking rod. She ran her tongue from the head of his dick 
all the way to the root of it, making it hotter and juicier by the second. 
She knew that her son was going wild with pleasure. 

She felt Billy's body shaking. She reached up and grabbed his sperm-filled 
young nuts, feeling them suddenly tighten between his legs. She knew that 
her twelve-year-old boy was about to shoot a wad of hot sperm down her 
throat. Her virginal young son was about to shoot his first wad down his own 
mother's sucking throat. 

"Mom! Something's happening to me! Oh, gosh! Wow!" she heard her son gasp 
when his nuts blew up. 

Wendy was seething with desire now. Her fingers worked wildly between her 
naked legs, diddling the hot lips of her cunt. Her imaginary experience with 
Billy had her burning with sex-heat. She could almost taste Billy's sperm as 
it shot hot and hard down her sweet throat. 

"Billy! Shoot it, Billy! Fill my face with your sperm!" she gasped, 
realizing that she was actually saying the words that went with her wild 
incestuous fantasy. 

The hot-assed woman rubbed her juicy cunt harder and harder, making her 
entire body shake and shiver with pure delight. Her cunt ran with musky sex 
fluids, fluids that she knew her son would love to lap up and suck into his 
young mouth. 

"I want to drink your sperm, Billy! I want to feel it running down my 
throat! Oh, God, darling! I need it! Fill me with it! You'll feel so 
wonderful when you come!" she moaned as she rubbed her hot twat. 

Wendy worked her hand around against her slippery cunt while she kneaded the 
flesh of her naked breasts with her free hand. She was low in the chair, her 
long naked legs spread widely, her cunt open and red with passion. Her hard 
nipples were tingling with pleasure. Her aureoles were goose-pimpled with 
excitement. Her body glowed with sensuality. She was a mind-boggling sight 
for twelve-year-old Billy when he slowly opened the door and walked into her 
bedroom. 

Billy was unable to say a word when he saw his mother doing something wild 
to her cunt. He didn't know exactly what she was doing, but he somehow 
didn't think he was supposed to see her doing it. He wanted to turn and 
leave, but he was rooted to the spot. He wanted to say something to let her 
know he was there, or at least to clear his throat, but he was paralyzed. 
Not a sound escaped his lips. 

His beautiful mother sure seemed to enjoy what she was doing to herself. She 
moaned and groaned, but it wasn't in pain. She seemed to be feeling 
something like he did when he rubbed his young cock and made it hard. He 
craned his neck to try to get a better look between her legs. When he saw 
her rosy spread-open cunt he almost keeled over. 

He was actually looking at his own mother's pussy. He hadn't even seen a 
woman naked, much less looked between her legs at her cunt. The only women 
he had seen naked had been in some girlie magazines that his 
fourteen-year-old brother Barry had brought home. But seeing his mother 
naked like that was a whole lot better than looking at some pictures. 

Billy knew that he should leave the room. It just wasn't right for him to be 
there watching his mother do whatever she was doing to herself. He didn't 
really want to leave though, and of course he couldn't even if he had wanted 
to, so petrified was he at the moment. His young cock was getting petrified, 
too. 

Billy felt his little prick get long and hard between his trembling young 
legs. He had been getting embarrassed a lot lately, when his cock got stiff 
and stood out in his pants. It made a big bulge that all the girls could see 
if they looked in the right place. He had to jerk off every time his dick 
got that way. If he didn't make the white stuff squirt out of his dick the 
thing would stay hard all day. 

Billy wanted to haul out his stiff little dick and beat off right there. 
There was something strangely stimulating about being in such a dangerous 
situation. His mother was incredibly beautiful, after all. He had noticed 
her beauty before, of course, but he had never seen her looking as sexy as 
she did now. Just standing there and watching her rub that secret place 
between her legs made his balls ache. 

His mother had been muttering something when he walked in, something that he 
couldn't quite make out. She was opening her lips again now, as if she were 
talking in her sleep. Billy remembered that he sometimes said things when he 
was jerking off, dirty things that make his dick tingle. He wondered if his 
mother was doing the same thing. Could it be that his mother was rubbing her 
pussy the way he rubbed his cock to make himself feel good? He had had no 
idea that women did such things, especially not his own mother. He sure was 
learning a lot about sex lately, he thought. He had no idea how much more he 
would learn in the next few days. 

Wendy was driving herself wild with naked lust for her son. Even as he stood 
there in the shadows watching her, she let her mind call up the most 
stimulating images of him. She saw him standing in front of her with his 
cock hanging half-hard in front of him, still dribbling cum after he had 
shot off in her sweet face. 

The hot-assed mother imagined his dick rising again in a moment or two as if 
he were suddenly as horny as he had been at the start of their sexual 
encounter. Her cunt was still blazing with sexual fire. She needed his dick 
inside her, needed to feel his stiff young organ pushing in and out of her 
seething twat. 

"I want you to fuck me, Billy darling!" she heard herself say, her body 
tingling all over with sexual electricity. "I want you to take that stiff 
thing of yours and put it between my legs! I want you to stick it into my 
little cunt, Billy! I want you to fuck me hard and fast, lover! Don't be 
afraid! I'll teach you how to fuck a woman! Ill teach you how to fuck your 
mother just the way she loves it!" she breathed feverishly. 

Billy couldn't believe his ears. He listened carefully to the words his 
mother was muttering in the heat of her masturbating passion. He couldn't 
make out all of them, but he heard enough to realize that she was talking to 
him. It was impossible! She was thinking about him while she frenziedly 
rubbed her cunt! It almost made him dizzy with confusion and strange 
excitement. 

Wendy imagined Billy walking toward her as she fell on her back on the bed. 
She spread her long lithe legs and invited the twelve-year-old boy to sink 
his rod into her juicy cunt. He eagerly accepted her invitation, falling on 
her and driving his rock-hard prick into her seething cunt. Wendy felt her 
son's dick plunge into her hot wet cunt. It was the first cock she had had 
in her cunt in two years. It was the most delicious sensation she could 
imagine. 

"Oh, Billy! Fuck me, Billy! Move it in and out of me! Make me scream, lover! 
I don't care if you are my son! Use that beautiful cock on me! Fuck the piss 
out of me! Screw your mother! Screw me!" she begged, her twat on fire with 
lust for her youngest boy. 

Billy stared wide-eyed at his mother's inadvertent display. His dick was 
hard as a rod of steel in his pants. His balls were hot and tense between 
his legs. He breathed harder and faster. His heart pounded in his young 
chest. He had to get away, had to flee the lascivious scene in front of him. 
He didn't dare let his mother see him there now. 

He summoned up all his strength and tore himself away. He was so excited, 
and nervous, however, that he ran right into the half-open door, making 
enough racket to attract anyone's attention. 

Wendy almost died when she saw her son in her room. His back was to her, 
now, but she knew that he had seen her playing with her cunt. It was too 
horrible to be true. Her daydream of lust disappeared immediately, but not 
the burning desire that blazed in her twat. 

"Billy!" she cried, jumping up and striding over to her twelve-year-old son. 

Wendy grabbed Billy's shoulder and held him fast. She shivered with fear and 
excitement. She felt his warmth radiating through her hand. Her other hand 
ran down his side. She wanted to run her hand around in front of him and 
grab his young cock, but she resisted the temptation somehow. 

"What are you doing here, Billy?" she asked, her voice trembling. 

"Nothin', Mom! Honest! I didn't see anything!" the boy gasped, barely able 
to get the words out. 

"Go to your room now, Billy," she said softly. "Well have to talk this over 
later." 

Wendy closed the door behind her son. She had to get herself together, and 
to assess the position she had gotten herself into with her twelve-year-old 
boy. 

 Chapter Three 

There was no escaping the fact that Billy had been watching her playing with 
her cunt. He had heard her say the most obscene things, too, and using his 
name in the heat of her fantasy. He had to know that she was thinking of him 
while she was stimulating her cunt. What could he possibly think of her? He 
hadn't been able to look her in the eye before he left the room as fast as 
his feet could carry him. 

At first Wendy wondered if she could ever face her son again. He was an 
impressionable young lad, after all. She knew that he hadn't had any real 
sexual experience with girls yet, but he wasn't completely uninformed about 
the facts of sexuality. He had to know what she was doing to herself, and he 
had to realize sooner or later that he himself had made her cunt hot that 
night by stimulating her wild imagination. 

She had to face him, and she had to do it that night. She had to find some 
way of explaining what had happened. It was now or never, before the 
experience had a chance to stir up Billy's imagination and change the way he 
felt about his mother. 

Wendy wasn't really ready to face her son again so soon. She wanted to wait 
at least until the heat in her pussy had a chance to cool down a bit, but 
she had to act quickly. Her belly fluttering with fear and embarrassment, 
the wicked mother threw on her gown and ran on tiptoes down the hall to her 
youngest son's bedroom. She waited outside his closed door for a moment or 
two, trying to gather her wits about her and waiting for her heart to stop 
beating so hard and fast, waiting for her breathing to slow down a bit. 

Wendy listened carefully, holding her breath when she thought she heard 
something in his room. The light was off, but she knew that he couldn't have 
gone to sleep so soon after his mind-boggling experience in her bedroom. She 
thought she had heard heavy breathing and the creaking of bedsprings. She 
knew that she should control her urges, but it was too late. She had to find 
out what he was doing. If he was doing what she thought, it would be the 
most exciting thing she had seen in years. 

She fell to her knees before her son's door, peering through the keyhole and 
gasping at what she saw. A wash of moonlight streamed in through her son's 
open window, just enough light to illuminate his naked body. He was lying on 
his back in bed, his fingers wrapped around the hard shaft of his young 
penis. He was jerking off in a frenzy, his hand flying up and down over the 
stiff shaft of his dick. 

Wendy's twat almost melted between her legs as she peeked in on her son's 
masturbating. She couldn't resist the temptation to reach under her gown and 
work her fingers between the lips of her steaming cunt. She was dizzy with 
excitement. She knew how depraved it was to watch her son doing such a 
thing, but the taboo in it all made it more stimulating for her. 

The twelve-year-old boy was bouncing up and down on his bed, bucking his ass 
and bouncing up and down harder and harder by the minute. She stared at his 
heaving body and secretly wished that his body was straining against her. 
She could almost feel his smooth hard young prick slipping in and out of her 
tight wet cunt-hole. 

Billy's imagination was going wild, too. He couldn't get out of his mind the 
wildly exciting memory of his mother sitting in her bedroom and diddling her 
steaming pussy. He could see the rosy lips of her cunt before his eyes. He 
could see her nimble fingers tugging at her raggedy cunt-lips, glistening 
with moisture, and her big beautiful breasts naked and tempting. He could 
see her nipples stiff and inviting. He imagined himself walking toward her, 
getting on his knees between her spread legs to watch what she was doing. 

Billy suddenly realized that his mother had to be the most beautiful woman 
in the world. When he considered the fact that she had had been muttering 
all kinds of dirty things and begging him to fuck her, he thought he 
wouldn't be able to stand the aching in his nuts another second. She was his 
mother and she had begged him to fuck her! It was almost too much for the 
horny young boy to comprehend. 

Wendy couldn't help herself any longer. She felt herself rising to her feet 
as if motivated by some force stronger than her power to resist. She felt 
herself being driven by her incestuous lust for her young son. She felt her 
hand move to the doorknob, felt the door slowly opening, felt herself 
gliding into her son's room. 

She stood silently in the shadows watching Billy bounce up and down in his 
bed, his fingers firmly wrapped around the long hard shaft of his young 
prick. His balls were bouncing between his hairless legs. His muscles were 
tense. She knew that he was on the brink of ejaculation. She had to stop him 
before it was too late. She needed his cock hard and his balls full of 
sperm. 

"Hello, Billy!" she said loudly enough for him to hear. 

Wendy watched as Billy stopped beating off and jumped out of bed as if the 
house were on fire. He made a mad dash for his clothes, which were lying in 
a pile by the bed. Wendy moved close to him, standing only a foot or so away 
from his clothes so that when he bent over to retrieve them his face would 
be right between her legs. 

Wendy put her hand on Billy's naked shoulder and held him in his bent over 
position. She seethed with depraved desire, seethed with the urge to do 
something taboo. She took a deep breath and parted her gown, letting the 
sash belt fall to the floor. She exposed her naked cunt to her young son, 
letting him gaze at her secret treasure. 

Billy couldn't believe his eyes. He blinked uncontrollably. His mouth fell 
open. He stared wild eyed between his mother's legs. She was really standing 
there in his room. It wasn't a dream any longer. It wasn't enough that she 
had caught him in the act of jerking off, she was actually exposing herself 
to him. Her gown couldn't have fallen open all by itself. She stood there 
boldly letting him stare between her legs at her furry nest. 

Billy's rigid dick jerked between his legs. He had been ready to squirt all 
the way to the ceiling when she had suddenly appeared in his room. Now his 
nuts felt as if they would blow up like hand grenades at any minute. What 
did his beautiful mother want of him? Didn't she know that she was having a 
powerful effect upon him? Didn't she know that she was making his dick and 
balls ache with tension? 

"Do you like what you see, Billy?" his mother asked, her pussy trembling 
with excitement. 

Billy make a rattling sound in his throat. He was too excited and confused 
to say anything intelligible. 

"Would you like to see more?" she asked, hei belly fluttering. 

Billy looked up and answered with his glittering eyes. 

Wendy held out her hand and helped him to his feet. She stepped away from 
her son and let her eager eyes rove over his naked body. She smiled wickedly 
at him, smiled a smile that no mother dared smile at her own son. 

"Well, Billy, do you like your mother's body?" she asked, shrugging her 
shoulders and letting her transparent gown fall to the floor. 

Billy nodded weakly. The fact was that he loved his mother's body. She was 
as least as beautiful as any of the girls in the girlie magazines he had 
looked at. Just looking at her made Him weak all over. He wanted to reach 
out and feel her naked tits. He wanted to bury his face in her breasts and 
feel her naked flesh against his cheeks. The more he stared at her the more 
he wanted to lose himself in her beauty. 

"You're growing up fast, Billy!" Wendy smiled, reaching out and touching his 
cheek. "You're so handsome and strong! All that swimming you've been doing 
lately had made you awfully strong and fit! Just look at those muscles!" she 
said, letting her warm hand slide down to his shoulder. 

Wendy squeezed her son's upper arm and felt his strong young muscles moving 
beneath her fingers. She let her hand move from his upper arm back to his 
broad shoulder and down over his chest. His heart was racing with 
excitement. She kept moving her warm silken hand over his body, driving him 
wild. Her fingers trailed down over his hard young stomach and stopped at 
the slight growth of hair on his groin. 

"Do you know what I was doing when you came into my room a while ago, 
Billy?" she asked in a honeyed voice. 

"No, Mom," the boy lied. 

"Really?" she breathed, letting her fingers move down over his groin, 
stopping near the base of his stiff dick. 

"Well, I guess I might know," Billy said in a hoarse voice. 

"What do you think I was doing, Billy darling?" she asked. "Don't be afraid 
or embarrassed, Billy! After all, you're my son, darling! You have nothing 
to hide from your mother! Now what do you think I was doing to myself?" she 
breathed, her fingers daring to press against the stiff root of his young 
penis. 

"Were you doin' somethin' like I was? I mean .. .," the boy struggled, his 
body stiffening when he felt the tips of his mother's fingers on the shaft 
of his aching cock. 

"I know exactly what you mean, Billy," she purred. "You were jacking off. 
Isn't that what you boys call it when you wrap your hand around your nice 
little cocks and make yourself feel good? And I was playing with my pussy, 
wasn't I, darling?" she smiled. 

Billy nodded his head. She was saying things to him that he had never heard 
her say before. He hadn't even thought that she knew such dirty words. Not 
only was she talking dirty, but she was talking dirty to him, her own son. 
It made him feel all funny inside. 

"Did you enjoy watching me do that to myself, Billy?" she asked. "Did it 
make your penis all stiff?" she asked in a voice that dripped with 
sexuality. 

"Uh-huh," he muttered, staring at his mother's naked tits, not daring to 
look into her lovely eyes. 

"Did I make you this horny, darling boy? Did I make you so homy that you had 
to go up to your room and jack off so that you could get to sleep? Don't be 
embarrassed, Billy!" she teased, lifting her son's face and making him stare 
into her glittering eyes. 

"I guess so, Mom," the boy managed to say. "I couldn't help it, Mom! Honest! 
I didn't mean anything! I couldn't help it!" 

"Billy darling, it's nothing to be ashamed of! Really! Any boy would get 
excited if he saw a woman playing with her pussy! It's perfectly natural! 
And what else could you do but masturbate after an experience like that?" 
she said soothingly. 

"But you're my Mom!" Billy struggled. 

"I know that, Billy! But that doesn't have to stop us, does it?" she smiled 
sweetly. 

"Stop us?" the boy rasped, his rod throbbing. 

"That's right, Billy darling! I don't think our relationship should stop us 
from having fun together, do you?" she asked, now giving herself to the dark 
urges that drove her. 

"Uh, what kind of fun, Mom?" Billy dared to ask. 

"I don't know exactly yet, Billy. Why don't we find out? What would you like 
to do?" she asked, wrapping her long slender fingers around the dripping 
shaft of his twelve-year-old cock. 

"Gosh, Mom! I don't know!" the boy rasped, gasping when she grabbed his 
hard-on. "Golly, Mom! What are you doin'?" 

Wendy took her hand off her son's cock and walked away from him, not wanting 
to frighten him by suddenly being too bold. She sauntered around the room, 
wiggling her pretty ass all the while and letting him have a good long look 
at her nude form. Then she turned and approached him again, tossing her long 
hair behind her and looking like the sex hungry vixen she was. 

"Since you enjoyed watching me play with my cunt, why don't I just put on a 
little show for you? I'll diddle myself and let you watch! You can get as 
close to my pussy as you wish! Doesn't that make those balls of yours ache a 
little?" she asked in a voice smoldering with sex-heat, knowing that she was 
driving the boy wild. 

"You really mean it, Mom?" Billy gasped, gaping at her. 

"Of course, darling! I'll show you how much I mean it!" the hot-assed older 
woman smiled, sitting on the edge of her son's bed and spreading her long 
slender legs. 

"But, uh, we shouldn't! It's dirty! Isn't it, Mom?" the kid choked, staring 
at the pussy that opened lewdly when she spread her legs. 

"It's a bit unusual, darling, I must admit! But life is just full of unusual 
things, and they're very often the most fun of all! In fact, Billy, it makes 
me hot all over just thinking about the things we could do together! I would 
just love to teach you all about the things that boys and girls can do 
together! Who can teach a boy better than his mother?" she cooed, reaching 
between her legs and spreading her cunt open even further with two ringers. 

Wendy beckoned for her naked twelve-year-old to come to her. He obeyed 
somewhat nervously, walking toward her stiff-legged, his rigid young organ 
bobbing up and down in front of him as he moved. She saw a droplet of 
crystal clear pre-cum glistening on his cock-head. She knew that he would do 
anything she said, knew that her inexperienced son would willingly jump with 
her into the whirlpool of incest. 

When Billy was close to her she motioned for him to get on his knees between 
her spread legs. He obeyed, unable to take his eyes off her spread-open cunt 
for a second. He watched while she manipulated the rosy lips of her seething 
twat. Her cunt was wet and steaming with desire. The boy felt as if all of 
his strength had been sapped from his body. He didn't dare resist the spell 
his mother had cast over him, and the more he stared at her private place 
the less he wanted to resist it. 

"Watch carefully now, Billy! I'll show you how to make a woman feel just 
wonderful with your fingers!" she purred, her twat tingling all over with 
depraved passion. "Watch carefully, darling! I'm sure that this will make 
you very popular with the ladies when you grow up a bit!" 

The hot-assed mother let her fingers graze the flesh of her cunt, making her 
pussy twitch and tingle with excitement. She rubbed the little bud of her 
clitoris until her entire body shivered with delight. The boy's eyes were 
glued between her legs as she stroked her hot little clit. The taboo of the 
situation made her head swim with excitement. She was actually letting her 
twelve-year-old virginal son watch her play with her cunt. It was enough to 
make any imaginative woman's twat drip with honey. 

"Do you see this hot looking place between the lips of my pussy, lover?" she 
asked her son. 

Billy nodded excitedly. He saw the place all right. It seemed to glow bright 
pink. It seemed slightly swollen. She rubbed it with the tips of her fingers 
and it made her shudder when she touched it. Maybe it made her feel the way 
his cock-head made him feel sometimes when he rubbed it with his thumb. 

"You must always stimulate this place, Billy! Remember that, darling! This 
is my clitoris! Girls just love to have their clitties played with! Your 
cock will rub against my clit and make me hot inside, Billy!" she said 
excitedly, tasting the words on her lips. 

"My . .. my ... my what?" the boy gasped, unable to believe his ears. 

"Never mind, lover," she laughed. "There's plenty of time for that later!" 

Wendy knew that she shouldn't introduce her innocent young son to too many 
new and exciting things all at once. She wanted to give him a crash course 
of hot fucking and sucking, but it wasn't necessary to confuse him all at 
once. She wanted to let things come naturally. 

"I just love to have a man's fingers inside my cunt, too, Billy!" Wendy said 
in a lascivious voice, poking a stiffened finger between the rubbery lips of 
her dripping cunt. 

Seething with depraved desire, the homy mother finger-fucked herself while 
her little son watched. She spread her legs wider than ever and moved her 
forefinger in and out of her tight wet cunt-hole, slowly at first, but with 
ever increasing speed and urgency. 

"Do you like watching me, Billy?" she asked in a sultry voice. 

The boy nodded. He had never seen anything as nasty and exciting in his 
life. 

"Would you like to try it yourself?" she asked in a carefully controlled 
voice. 

"Try it myself?" Billy asked hoarsely. 

"That's right, lover boy!" she said. "Wouldn't you like to touch your 
mother's cunt?" 

"Can I? Really, Mom? Is it all right? I mean, uh, isn't that kinda ... kinda 
. .." the kid struggled. 

"Nasty?" she suggested with a knowing smile. "Of course it is, Billy! It's 
awfully nasty! Nothing could be nastier! But nasty things are always the 
most fun of all! And of course nobody needs to know about it but us! In 
fact, Billy, we must be very careful not to tell anybody our little secret! 
Do you understand?" she said, her finger to her lips. 

"I won't tell, Mom!" Billy promised. 

"Wonderful! Then why don't you come closer, Billy? Come closer to your 
mother's cunt! It's all hot and ready for you! Come and feel your mother's 
pussy, darling!" she said, crooking her finger and beckoning the young lad 
toward her seething snatch. 

The boy moved between his mother's spread legs, walking on his knees until 
he was so close to her private place that he could reach out and touch her 
there. He raised his hand but he couldn't move it toward her cunt without 
her help. She took his hand in hers and guided it between her legs. When 
Billy felt the incredible heat and moistness of his mother's fragrant cunt 
he began moving his fingers against her wet flesh all by himself. 

The silken smoothness of his mother's cunt-flesh amazed him. His fingertips 
glided over her rosy inner flesh. Her cunt seemed to flow with cunt-honey 
like a fountain between her spread legs. He touched the trembling lips of 
his mother's pussy, touched them until she begged him to put his finger 
against the hot bud of her clit. 

"Touch my clit, Billy! Oh, God! It's so hot, so fucking hot! Stroke me 
there, little lover! Oh, yes! That's so wonderful! Press it for me! Press my 
clitoris!" she moaned. 

Billy's quivering young cock was standing up against his belly, dripping 
with preseminal fluid. His balls were swollen with youthful sperm, feeling 
as if they would burst at any moment. He got hotter and hotter by the 
second. The sound of his mother's sultry voice, the sound of her moans of 
delight made him wild inside. He would do anything for his mother, anything 
at all! 

"I want you to lick me, darling!" she gasped, dying to have Billy's handsome 
young face buried between her legs. 

"Lick you? Huh, Mom?" Billy rasped, looking up at her glittering eyes. 

Did she really want him to do that to her? The idea sounded great to him. He 
had heard some of the older guys talk about eating pussy, but he never 
thought that he would ever be eating his mother's pussy. 

"Lick my cunt, Billy! Hurry! I need it so! Lick it! Make your mother come, 
Billy!" she cried, her twat blazing. 

Wendy reached down and put her hands behind Billy's head and pulled him 
toward her cunt. He made no effort to resist. Wendy knew that he was having 
the time of his life. She wondered if he could learn to eat pussy as well as 
his father had. 

As his mother's cunt came closer and closer the boy became more and more 
interested in tasting it. The scent and sight of his mother's cunt drove him 
wild with passion. He breathed her intoxicating scent deeply into his lungs. 
If her pussy tasted as good as it looked and smelled, the boy thought, it 
had to be the greatest thing in the world. 

"Oh, yes! Yessssssss! That's it, Billy! Lick me, son! Don't be afraid! Lick 
my cunt!" she hissed when she felt her son's warm moist breath against the 
hot flesh between her legs. 

Billy buried his young face between her mother's legs and gave himself up 
completely to the intoxication that made his head reel. He felt her seething 
twat against his cheek. He began moving his head to and fro, rubbing his 
smooth cheeks against the even smoother flesh of her wet cunt. Then he began 
pressing his lips against her cunt. 

"God! It's beautiful! Are you sure you haven't done this before, Billy?" 
Wendy gasped, amazed at how hot her virginal young son could make her feel. 

Encouraged by his mother's moans and groans of pure delight, the young son 
flicked out his tongue and began lapping at her juicy gash. The taste of her 
blazing cunt was enough to hook him for life. He loved running his tongue up 
and down the crack between her legs. Her twat seemed to grow wetter all the 
time as her feminine juices flowed. He sucked her cunt-honey into his mouth, 
savoring the stimulating taste. 

"My clit, darling! Lick my clit! Faster! Harder! Oh, Billy! You're doing it 
so beautifully! Lick me! Eat my hot cunt, son! You're going to make me 
come!" she cried. 

Billy did as he was told, and did it with youthful eagerness. His tongue 
raced over his mother's turgid little bud of flesh, making, her shiver and 
shake with ultimate pleasure. Billy felt her legs wrapping around his 
shoulders, holding his face against her seething gash tightly. 

The sensations in Wendy's twat were growing more and more intense by the 
second. She knew that she was about to flash in ecstasy. Her cunt felt 
charged with sexual electricity. His tongue flew up and down between her 
rubbery cunt-lips until all of a sudden her pussy flashed with pleasure. 

"Oh God, I'm coming. I'm commminnnngggggg!" she cried as her hot twat 
exploded with sensation. 

Wendy felt her pussy flooding with warmth. She felt dams bursting inside 
her, felt a flood of pleasure that threatened to carry her away. Her body 
writhed in ecstasy as her orgasm tore through her in torrents of sensation. 
She held her handsome son tightly to her, pressing his young face against 
her flashing cunt. It was the most powerfully affecting orgasm she had ever 
experienced. She came again and again, and each flash was more beautiful 
than the one before. 

Wendy closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the pleasure that flooded her 
mind. She almost forgot about the young boy whose face was buried between 
her legs. She suddenly became aware that her son was gasping for breath. 
When she realized that she was holding him too tightly she loosened her hold 
on him. 

"That was lovely, Billy! You made me come, darling! Now I want you to feel 
good, too! Billy darling, come here and give me that darling cock of yours! 
I'm going to finish the job you started yourself! I'm going to jerk you off 
and make you shoot your sperm!" she smiled wickedly, staring at the dripping 
dick that stood up straight as an arrow from his groin. 

Billy got off his knees and stood in front of his lovely mother. He tried to 
look and act as if he were not at all nervous, but there was no hiding his 
youthful excitement. His arms dangled at his sides. He fidgeted clumsily as 
she reached out to take his cock in her fingers. 

Wendy took his hands and put them on his hips. He managed somehow to keep 
them there while she jerked him off. She wrapped hex silken fingers around 
the slippery shaft of his rigid penis and began moving her hand up and down 
with a slow and steady rhythm. 

"Does that feel good, Billy?" she asked in a sultry voice full of naked 
lust. 

"Yeah, Mom!" Billy rasped. "It feels great!" 

Wendy moved her hand faster and faster as her son's tension built. His dick 
and balls were already aching for release, and she knew it. She knew that it 
would be only a matter of seconds until he shot his wad. Her hand began 
flying up and down his cock-shaft. His nuts were bouncing up and down with 
each stroke of her hand on his rod. 

The hot-assed mother reached up and cradled his nuts in her warm silken 
hand. She felt the heavy egg-shaped organs, knowing that they were loaded 
with hot cum. She was about to make her son shoot his first wad into a 
woman's hand. Her own son was about to fill her hand with sperm. It was 
enough to make the woman faint with excitement. "Gosh, Mom! I'm gonna shoot 
it if you don't stop!" the boy rasped. 

"I want you too, lover! I want you to shoot that sperm right into my hand, 
Billy! Do it, darling! Do it now!" the horny mother hissed, beating him off 
in a frenzy. 

Billy's dick suddenly snapped up harder than ever in her hand. He sucked in 
his breath just as a wad of hot cum shot from the head of his swollen rod. 
Wendy squeezed him tightly as another spurt and another and another shot 
from the head of his cock. 

The boy's sperm kept flying from his dick in what seemed like a never-ending 
volley. His cum poured from his dick until Wendy's hand was filled with it. 
Some of it splattered against her naked tits and her silken throat. It ran 
down over her nipples, making them tingle with delightful sensation. 

Wendy kept milking his dick, squeezing it gently and forcing more and more 
of his hot semen to rise from his nuts. She held his balls with one hand 
while she beat him off with the other. She kneaded his young balls gently, 
rolling the heavy organs around in his tight scrotal sac. She ran her 
fingers down between his legs, almost to the ring of his anus, pressing hard 
and making his balls feel better than they had ever felt. _ 

The boy almost collapsed when his wad shot. He had to put his hands on his 
mother's shoulders to steady himself. He breathed heavily, his young heart 
racing in his chest. It was the wildest thing that had ever happened to him. 

Wendy rubbed her hands together, feeling the slipperiness of her boy's hot 
sperm on her palms. She knew that he had enjoyed the wildly exciting things 
she had done to him, knew that he would be willing to do more deliciously 
depraved things with her. 

Wendy held her son gently for a while as his young body relaxed after its 
exertion. Then she kissed him on the lips and told him to run off to bed. 

"Get a good sleep, Billy!" she smiled. "You really must keep your strength 
up if we're going to play like this more often! And remember, not a word 
about this to anyone! Promise?" she asked. 

"I promise, Mom!" the boy said, closing the door behind him and tiptoeing 
down the hall to his room. 

 Chapter Four 

A few days passed before Wendy once again dared to approach one of her boys 
with sexual intentions. Billy seemed to have taken it very well. He hadn't 
mentioned what had happened, although the way he looked at her told her that 
he wanted more of the same whenever she got around to giving it to him 
again. He had been spending a lot of time in the house with her while his 
two athletic brothers went about their usual activities. She knew that Billy 
was hoping that she would turn him on again some time while his brothers 
were out of the house. 

She managed to resist temptation for a while, but one afternoon her 
incestuous desire became too much for her again. Thirteen-year-old Brett and 
fourteen-year-old Barry were at the school playing basketball while Billy 
had stayed at home. Billy was obviously horny. Wendy could tell from the way 
the boy sat with his legs spread, letting her see his crotch whenever he had 
the chance. She could tell by the way he followed her around, too. He 
wouldn't let her out of his sight for a minute. 

Finally Wendy led Billy by the hand into the living room and closed the 
curtains. Her cunt was steaming by now. She could see Billy's young cock 
sticking down the leg of his pants. He was as horny as she was, and she saw 
no reason not to take advantage of the situation. 

"Well, Billy, are you ready to play again?" she smiled, standing before the 
boy with her hands on her curvy hips. 

"Gosh, yeah, Mom!" Billy said, sitting up straight on the sofa. "I've been 
ready all the time!" 

"I thought so, Billy! You're a very horny boy! I can't tell you how lucky I 
am having a boy as horny and handsome as you, Billy! I'm a very homy woman, 
you know!" she smiled. "I need a tireless stud to take care of me, darling!" 
she purred. 

"Gosh, Mom!" the boy said, flushing with embarrassment and looking down at 
his feet. 

Overcome by warmth for her somewhat bashful young son, Wendy sat down beside 
him and hugged him to her. She felt her breasts crushing up against him 
under her silk blouse. She felt her nipples hardening and tingling with 
excitement. 

"Would you like to suck my titties, Billy?" she asked, her cunt burning with 
depraved passion. 

"Golly, Mom! You really want me to?" the boy rasped, staring at the hard 
peaks of tit-flesh that stood out beneath her silk blouse. 

"I'd just love it, Billy! We're all alone here, darling!" she purred. "We 
may as well make ourselves comfortable! If you suck my titties and make my 
breasts feel all warm and tingly I'll suck something for you! How does that 
sound, son?" she asked, unbuttoning her blouse. 

"It sounds great, Mom!" the twelve-year-old boy said excitedly, watching his 
mother unbutton her blue silk blouse. "Will you really suck me?" he asked, 
his young nuts quivering between his legs. 

"I'll suck you and make you shoot your sperm down my throat, lover!" she 
said warmly. "Would you like to finish this for me?" his mother asked, 
letting her arms fall to her sides and facing the boy, her blouse 
half-unbuttoned, her breasts swelling with warmth and beauty, just waiting 
to be fully exposed. 

"Sure, Mom! I'd do anything for you!" the kid said in a voice ringing with 
youthful dedication. 

"I really believe you would!" she laughed. 

Wendy snuggled closer to her son. He attacked her buttons eagerly but a bit 
nervously. She knew that the experience was still new and a bit frightening 
for her son. In fact, incest was still a bit frightening for her, too, but 
the taboo, rather than dissuading her, made her hornier and more determined 
to indulge herself. 

When Wendy felt her son's fingers move over her tits she shivered with utter 
delight. His fingers fumbled with her buttons, tickling her sensitive 
breasts through the thin material of her blouse as he undid her garment. It 
wasn't long before the boy managed, somewhat clumsily, to open her blouse 
completely. 

The boy's luscious mother thrust out her naked breasts toward him, making a 
lewd sexual display that made Billy's dick tingle and jerk in his pants. He 
stared at the huge bulging knockers that his lovely mother so eagerly 
presented for his inspection. He stared at the goose-pimpled flesh of her 
aureoles, at the hard little peaks of erectile flesh that stood out 
wantonly. The little points of flesh begged to be touched, begged to be 
sucked and nibbled. He was dizzy with excitement. His entire body felt 
charged with electricity. He could hardly help burying his handsome young 
face between her huge tits. Still, he waited until she gave the word. 

Wendy put her hands under her tits and lifted them, squeezing them a bit, 
weighing them one at a time in her warm hands. Her breasts tingled and 
twitched with pleasure. She loved showing her knockers to her 
twelve-year-old son, loved the lewd display she was putting on for him. She 
had to feel his hands on her tit-flesh, had to feel his warm willing young 
lips pressing against the hard peaks of her nipples. 

"Would you like to kiss me there, darling boy?" she asked, her cunt burning 
with desire. "Would you like to kiss your mother's little titties? Come to 
me, Billy! Don't be afraid! There's only the two of us! No one will ever 
know what we're going to do! Kiss my breasts, lover! I need your lips on my 
hard little nipples!" she breathed. 

Billy watched her full firm breasts rising and falling gently as she 
breathed. Her flesh jiggled slightly as she kneaded her knockers. Her 
nipples were stiff and inviting. He wanted to suck her tits just as he had 
as a baby. The urge was overwhelming. 

Wendy gasped when the boy buried his face between her softly resilient tits, 
breathing heavily and rubbing his cheeks against her silken boobs. She 
wrapped her arms around her son and held him in a warm embrace. It was an 
embrace that was not meant for a mother and her son, an embrace that she 
knew was depraved, an embrace that she knew would be only the beginning of 
the wild fun she was about to have with Billy. 

"Kiss my nipples, lover!" she said excitedly, putting her hands against her 
son's cheeks and looking down at him with twinkling eyes glimmering with 
passion. 

Billy moved toward her luscious tits, breathing heavily against them. When 
he pressed his lips gently the boy felt her body tremble. She closed her 
eyes in ecstatic abandon. Encouraged by her reaction to his lip caress the 
boy did new and more daring things to her. He started by pressing his lips 
against her nipple. Then he began tickling her with the tip of his eager 
young tongue. Soon his lips were wrapped around her hard tit-peak and he was 
sucking as would a suckling infant. 

The wet slurping sounds the boy made as he greedily sucked her tits made 
Wendy hornier by the minute. The feel of her son's lips and tongue working 
against her stiff little nipple was driving her mad with desire. 

"Oh, Billy! Billy darling! Suck me! Suck my tits! Suck them just the way you 
did when you were a baby, lover! Nibble, them, too, darling! Gently! Oh, 
yes! Yessssssss!" she hissed. "I love it! I love everything you do to me, 
Billy!" 

Wendy arched her back a bit and unfastened her skirt, wriggling out of it in 
no time. She pulled her panties down and sat with her son stark naked on the 
sofa, her blouse and skirt lying in a pile on the floor. Billy's eager young 
hands were everywhere at once. She encouraged him by making little gurgling 
sounds in her throat when he did something that she particularly liked. She 
loved to feel his hands roving over her naked feminine form while he sucked 
her hot tits. 

Billy explored his mother's curvy body eagerly, letting his hands run all 
over her naked flesh. He squeezed her tits and ran his hands down over her 
silken belly. He squeezed her thighs and tangled his fingers in the downy 
patch of love-hair between her trembling legs. She seemed to like everything 
he was doing to her. There was no place she wouldn't let him touch her, no 
secret place that wasn't open to him now. 

Wendy's cunt was heating up like a blast furnace between her legs. She had 
to have his hand between her legs, had to feel his fingers working against 
the seething flesh of her cunt. She had to let her son play with her pussy 
again. Her cunt dripped for him. 

"Touch me there, Billy! Please!" the boy's mother whimpered, guiding her 
son's warm hand between her legs. 

Billy dipped his hand between her legs and began manipulating the 
dew-covered lips of his mother's seething pussy. He ran his finger into her 
tight wet cunt, crooking it inside her and driving her wild. She felt his 
finger entering her cunt-hole like a little dick. She felt his fingertip 
stimulating the inner flesh of her cunt as if the boy knew exactly how to 
turn a woman on. The boy was learning fast. 

"That's wonderful, Billy! I love having your finger inside me! Fuck me with 
your finger, darling! Oh, God! I love it!" she moaned. 

Billy slid to the floor and kneeled between his mother's spread legs. He 
rubbed the palm of his hand against the wet gash of her twat, looking up at 
her to watch her reaction. Her face wore an expression of pure pleasure. He 
knew that he was doing exactly what she liked. Encouraged, the boy jabbed 
his finger between the rubbery lips of her hot twat and began finger-fucking 
his mother with a passion. 

"In and out, Billy! That's right, lover! It's delicious! Rub my clit with 
your finger while you're fucking me, darling! Oh, Jesus! Yes! Yesssssss!" 
the hot-assed woman hissed in the heat of pussy melting passion for her 
horny young son. 

Billy finger fucked his mother harder and faster, jabbing his finger in and 
out wildly. Her cunt juices made enticing slurping sounds as he moved his 
rigid digit in and out of her. He felt her twat grasping his finger, pulling 
at it somehow, as if she were trying to suck it into her. His fist banged 
against her juicy cunt with each thrust of his finger into her. 

"Put another finger in me, Billy!" she cried, dying to have her cunt filled. 

Billy pushed another finger into his mother's hungry cunt, then another and 
another and another until his whole hand was buried between her legs. She 
moaned and groaned with desire as he wiggled his fingers around inside her 
hot sex. He twisted his hand like a corkscrew, screwing his fingers deeper 
and deeper into her seething channel. 

"It's wonderful!" she gasped. "It's dirty and wonderful! Move your hand up 
my cunt, son! Make a fist inside me! Oh, yes! Gently at first, darling! Oh, 
God! GOD!" she gasped when the boy made a fist deep inside her tight wet 
twat. 

"Does that feel good, Mom?" the boy asked. "Doesn't it hurt or anything?" he 
asked amazedly, feeling her flesh stretching around his fist. 

"It doesn't hurt, darling, not very much anyway! It's hard to describe how 
it feels, Billy! It feels so warm and hard inside me! I want you to move 
your fist now! I want to feel your knuckles moving against the walls of my 
fucking cunt!" she gasped. 

Billy did as he was urged, twisting his fist at first and then moving his 
hand in and out of her. He was buried in her all the way past his wrist. He 
began stroking in and out of her sucking cunt with ever-increasing speed and 
urgency until she was gasping and panting for breath. His arm was wet with 
her fragrant and tasty cunt-honey. Just remembering how her twat had tasted 
made him hungry for more of the same. 

"Mom, can I, uh, can I lick it again for you?" Billy asked. 

"Oh, yes! Keep your hand inside me and lick me at the same time! Can you do 
that for your mother, Billy? That would make me so happy, so very, very 
happy!" she cried. 

"Gosh, yeah, Mom! I wanna! I wanna do anything that makes you feel good! I 
like lickin' your pussy! It makes my dick harder than hell!" the 
twelve-year-old boy rasped, bending down between his lovely mother's spread 
legs and lapping at her cunt. 

The cunt-hungry young kid licked the juncture of his arm and his mother's 
tight grasping cunt until she cried with passion. His tongue raced around 
the stretched opening between her trembling legs. He lapped up her 
free-flowing honey and sucked it into his mouth, thrilling to the taste of 
her juices. He kept moving his fist in and out of her at the same time, 
whipping her sex fluids into a heady froth. 

Wendy writhed with pleasure until she could hardly stand it another minute. 
Her cunt felt as though it were filled with butterflies. She felt tingles 
and tickles all over her body as the boy drove her wild with his tongue and 
fist. She wanted to make him feel as good as he was making her feel. She 
wanted to wrap her sensuous lips around his cock and suck him off. 

"Billy, do you want me to suck your cock for you now?" she asked, making a 
supreme effort to control her heavy breathing. 

"Will you, Mom?" the kid asked, smiling at her, her cunt-honey on his eager 
lips. 

"I'd love nothing better, darling boy!" she hissed. "Take your fist out of 
me gently now, darling! Gently!" 

Billy pulled his arm out of her grasping cunt as slowly and gently as he 
could. He felt her cunt holding his hand as if she were trying to keep him 
inside her forever. 

"Stand up now, lover!" she said, gasping when his fist pulled out of her 
cunt. She missed having him inside her, but she was willing to endure the 
loss for the sake of her son. 

Wendy reached up and unfastened her son's pants, tugging down his zipper and 
spreading his pants open. She stared into his pants at the area of his 
groin, her heart racing. She reached inside and wrapped her loving fingers 
around the swollen root of his phallus. She squeezed his dick tightly and 
pulled it up out of his pants. 

Her son's twelve-year-old prick jerked in front of his young body, dripping 
with crystal clear preseminal fluid and ready for anything his horny mother 
could do to it. His nuts were aching in his pants, just waiting for his 
mother to reach inside and pull them out into the open for him. When she did 
just that and let them hang loose the boy felt a shiver of excitement pass 
through him. He knew that he was in for some great fun with his hot-assed 
mother that afternoon. 

"Just look how hard you are today, Billy!" Wendy said, running her thumb and 
forefinger up and down the aching shaft of her twelve-year-old boy's cock. 

"It's hard all right, Mom! Gosh it feels good havin' your fingers on it!" 
the boy said excitedly. "Ummmmmm!" she breathed. "Your nuts are hot, too! I 
bet they're just full of hot sperm! I bet you'd just love to shoot your wad 
all over me!" she said in a voice that dripped with lust. 

"Golly, Mom, I sure would like to do that!" the boy rasped, feeling an 
incredible surge of sensation through his entire body when she wrapped her 
hand around his rock-hard dick. 

"May I jerk you off for a minute or two, darling?" his mother asked softly, 
moving her hand up and down his hard dick. 

"Sure, Mom! I like that a whole lot!" the boy replied, closing his eyes as 
his passion grew. 

Wendy's loving hand moved ever so slowly up and down the shaft of her son's 
rock-hard slippery dick. Her speed increased steadily as the sensations in 
his rod grew more and more powerful, until she was racing her hand up and 
down his rod so fast that she could barely see her hand moving. She knew 
that it would be only a matter of seconds until the boy shot his rocks off 
at the pace at which her hand was racing. 

"My goodness, Billy!" she said, taking her hand off his cock quickly when 
she saw his body stiffen suddenly. "Are you coming off already?" she asked 
with a cute little smile. 

"Uh, yeah, I guess so, Mom! At least I thought I was gonna!" the boy said 
tensely, feeling his nuts about to explode. 

"I think we can hold off for a while longer, darling! You see, darling, 
mother knows how to keep you hot! Mother knows how to keep that cum in your 
balls until she's ready to let it out!" the boy's beautiful mother breathed, 
her cunt dripping with depraved passion. 

"It sure feels good, Mom! I'm sure glad I caught you playing with your cunt, 
Mom!" the boy said excitedly, standing on tiptoes in his intense excitement. 

"Would you like to put that delicious cock in my mouth?" Wendy asked, her 
eyes glittering with the fire of passion. 

"Gosh, yeah, Mom!" Billy rasped, moving toward her and offering her his 
dripping dick to suck. 

Wendy thrilled to her boy's willingness. He took to sex like a duck to 
water. He seemed to enjoy it all as much as his father had. The boy was 
gentle and eager just like his father had been. He wouldn't hurt or take 
advantage of her for all the world. She wanted to show him her appreciation. 

Wendy planted a warm wet kiss on the head of her son's naked dick. She heard 
him suck in his breath when her tongue began flicking over the little lips 
of his cock-head. She ran her loving tongue around and under the sensitive 
knob of swollen cock-flesh until his nuts were tense in their seething 
scrotal sac. Then she began sucking his rigid organ with incredible passion, 
sucking it deeper and deeper into her sweet face. 

"Ummmmmmmm! Delicious! I love it! It's so hot! It's so huge! My God, Billy! 
Why didn't I start doing this before?" she gurgled deep in her sweet throat 
as she sucked his cock. 

Wendy began bobbing back and forth, moving her head up and down on her horny 
son's erect dick. She took him all the way down her throat until his groin 
banged against his face. She felt his dick-head banging against the back of 
her throat as she sucked his meat. 

Billy began rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, driving his big 
hard dick in and out of her sucking face. His nuts banged against her lips 
as his rod punched in and out of her silky face. Billy's pants were down 
around his ankles now. He was still wearing his shirt and shoes. He pulled 
his shirt off quickly and let it fall to the floor. He wanted to be naked 
with his mother. Exposing himself before her made him feel horny beyond 
belief. 

Wendy reached up and took her twelve-year-old's swollen nuts in her warm 
hands, squeezing them until they hurt just enough to add to his pleasure. 
She kneaded his swelling testicles and ran her finger up under his scrotum, 
pressing hard. The boy's body was as hard as a rock now, every muscle in his 
body tense with mind-boggling excitement. She knew that he would be shooting 
his rocks off any second. 

"Mom! I'm gonna shoot! I'm gonna squirt it! Suck me! Oh fuck! Suck my 
fuckin' dick!" the boy rasped. 

Wendy suddenly felt his body fall up against her. 

She put her hands on his hips and helped him keep his balance as his balls 
blew up between his young legs. She felt spurt after spurt of hot cum 
blasting against the back of her sucking throat. The thick hot stuff ran 
down her throat in torrents. She tried in vain to swallow all the sperm her 
twelve-year-old son shot into her, but the thick white stuff trickled from 
the corners of her pretty mouth and ran in little rivulets down over her 
chin. 

Wendy sucked and sucked her son's rock-hard erection until every last drop 
of sperm was out of his nuts. She fondled his evacuated balls gently now, 
weighing the egg-shaped organs, squeezing them lightly, dividing them in 
their now relaxing sac. 

"Was it good, Billy?" she asked, when she had pulled away from his dripping 
cock. "It sure was!" Billy said, panting. 

Billy put his hands on his hips and stood there before his lovely mother, 
his dick standing up in front of him, still hard as steel. The tension in 
his balls had relaxed somewhat, but he was still horny and eager to do other 
wild things with his lovely mother. 

"Doesn't that thing ever go soft, Billy?" she asked. 

"Not when I feel like this, Mom!" Billy replied. 

"It's a good thing that you have your mother to take care of you, darling!" 
she smiled. "A stiff cock is a rather uncomfortable thing for a young boy to 
have all day long!" 

"I usually jack off, Mom!" the kid said. "Sometimes I have to do it three or 
four times to make my thing get soft!" 

"Ummmmmm! I knew that you were going to be a tireless stud, Billy!" she 
smiled. "Tell me, lover, do Barry and Brett jack off a lot, too?" 

"Uh, well, sure they do, Mom!" 

"Are they as horny as you, Billy?" 

"I guess so, Mom! Why?" the boy asked, watching her eyes light up. 

"Never mind, Billy," she smiled mysteriously. "I was just thinking. Never 
mind. Speaking of your brothers! They might get home soon. Better dress and 
pretend nothing has happened!" she said, putting on her clothes and helping 
her son do the same. e. 

 Chapter Five 

Wendy's cunt was still itching for a hot cock when she slipped back into her 
clothes and tucked Billy's dick back into his pants for him. She didn't dare 
run the risk of continuing their incestuous activities that afternoon, for 
her other boys were about to come home for dinner. 

When Barry and Brett got home she tried to put sex out of her mind, but it 
was easier said than done. Having tasted the joys of incestuous sex with her 
twelve-year-old son it was hard for her not to look upon her other two 
handsome young boys as potential sex partners. 

Fourteen-year-old Barry and thirteen-year-old Brett were just as horny as 
Billy, she supposed. They would be able to satisfy her burning needs, too, 
she knew. But did she dare approach them? Did she dare suck her whole family 
with her into the whirlpool of incestuous desire? She tried all afternoon to 
resist the temptation to share the joys of hot fucking and sucking with 
Barry and Brett, but her urges were too strong for her once again. 

Whenever she looked at Brett, with his glittering blue eyes and blond hair 
and his slender young body she felt a shudder of desire inside her. She 
wanted to hold his naked young body in her arms and smother him with kisses, 
not kisses of motherly love, but deep kisses of hot lust. She wanted to run 
her hand over his cock and balls until his rod was hard as steel. She wanted 
to feel that big hard cock jerking and throbbing deep inside her seething 
twat. The more she thought about it the hotter she became. 

"You boys have been playing hard all day, haven't you?" she asked her three 
sons as they sat watching television that night. 

"I guess, Mom," Brett said, not particularly wanting to go to bed in the 
middle of the program he was watching. 

"Don't you have a track meet tommorow after school, Barry?" she asked, her 
hand resting lightly on her knee. 

"Yeah, Mom," he said, knowing that they were about to be sent off to bed. 

"Have you done your homework, Barry?" she asked. 

"Uh-huh," the boy said. "And you, Billy?" she asked. "Didn 't have any," he 
said. Billy assumed that she was going to send Barry and Brett up to bed so 
that she could get it on with him again. Just the thought of the wild things 
she probably had in mind for the night made him dizzy with excitement. He 
fidgeted nervously in anticipation of the mind-bending fucking and sucking 
that he knew was soon to come. 

"It's getting late, boys," she said. "Why don't you go on to bed now." 

Barry and Brett protested slightly, but stood up eventually and started to 
leave the room. Billy remained seated next to his mother on the sofa. His 
young dick was already stiff in his pants. 

"Billy, I think you'd better go to bed, too. You have to get up early for 
school tomorrow, you know," she smiled. 

"But, Mom! I thought..." Billy said disappointedly. 

"Off to bed with you, darling. You're a growing boy! You need your sleep!" 
she said. "Brett," she called, stopping her thirteen year old son in his 
tracks, "why don't you stay with me for a minute or two. I'd like to discuss 
something with you." 

Barry and Billy went upstairs and Brett sat down beside his mother. He tried 
to think of anything he might have done wrong lately. When she sent the 
others off to bed and wanted to talk to him by himself it was usually 
something pretty grim. He had broken a window with a baseball, but that was 
three weeks ago and he had already gotten chewed out for that. Unable to 
think of anything to apologize, he resigned himself to waiting for the bad 
news. He had no idea that the only news she had for him was good indeed. In 
fact, the young boy was in for the experience of his life. 

Wendy didn't say anything to her thirteen-year-old son for a while. Instead 
she moved closer to him on the sofa until her warm fragrant body was only a 
short distance from him. The lovely woman crossed her legs and nonchalantly 
pushed her dress up past her knee, exposing her warm, honey-tanned legs. She 
put her hand lightly on her knee and waited for her son to catch a glimpse 
of her daringly exposed leg. 

Brett caught sight of her, all right. He wasn't exactly looking at her, but 
he saw her raise her dress out of the corner of his eye. He tried to look 
straight ahead, pretending to watch television, but in reality his mind was 
on his mother. 

Wendy moved her hand up her leg, raising her dress further and further and 
exposing more and more of her luscious flesh. She knew that her son was 
noticing her out of the corner of his eye, and also that his head was 
swimming with confusion. She had never behaved so lewdly before in front of 
him. She wondered how far she could go with her teasing before it became too 
much for the impressionable young lad. 

Brett couldn't believe his eyes. His mother was actually raising her dress 
way up past her knee. He tried to look away, but it was no use. He could 
even see up her dress all the way to her panties. He began to squirm a 
little. His throat was dry as cotton. His heart was racing. It was all so 
strange to him, as if he were having a hot dream that would end in an 
ejaculation into his bedsheet. But it was real. What was she doing, and why? 
Didn't she know that he could see her exposing her legs. She was so close to 
him that he could reach out and touch her. A mother just didn't do things 
like that in front of her kids. 

"Brett," she said in a soft voice. 

"Uh-huh, Mom," Brett rasped, still not daring to look directly at his 
beautiful mother. 

"Will you do something for me?" she smiled, knowing by the way he was 
fidgeting she was really getting to him. 

"Sure, Mom," he said dryly, hoping that whatever she wanted him to do would 
get him out of the room for a while. 

"Would you take my shoes off for me? My feet are so hot and tired!" she 
breathed. 

"T ... take your shoes off?" he said, swallowing nervously. 

"That's right, Brett. Would you mind?" she said in a honeyed voice. 

Brett reached out almost blindly and found one of her feet with his 
trembling hand. He jerked his hand away involuntarily when he felt her warm 
flesh. Touching his mother under these circumstances was awfully difficult 
for the boy. He hesitated a second and then grabbed her shiny black shoe, 
tugging at it without daring to look at her foot. 

"You'll have to unfasten the strap first, Brett darling," she said with a 
knowing smile, realizing that she was making him nervous as hell. 

Brett fumbled with the thin strap but was unable to unfasten it without 
looking at her foot which was a bit more than he could bring himself to do 
at that moment. Brett was terribly afraid that he would get a hard-on. 
Already he was beginning to feel his nuts heating up between his legs. His 
dick was quivering slightly, getting ready to rise at any minute. He didn't 
dare let his dick get hard in front of his mother. What if she saw his cock 
sticking out in his pants? What would she think of him? He would never be 
able to look her in the eye again. She couldn't possibly know that she was 
having such a devastating effect on him. Or could she? 

"You are not getting anywhere that way at all, Brett," Wendy smiled. "Why 
don't you kneel on the floor? That way you can see what you're doing more 
easily," she breathed, bouncing her foot lightly. 

Brett did as she suggested, kneeling on the floor in front of her. He 
managed somehow to look at her feet long enough to unfasten the leather 
straps. He removed her shoes as quickly as possible, dropping them in his 
nervousness. He couldn't help seeing up her dress all the way to her black 
lace panties. He blinked when he saw her crotch, barely covered as it was by 
her nearly transparent panties. 

"That's much better, Brett," Wendy purred. 

"Would you do something else for me, Brett? 

Would you massage my feet for me? I've been walking so much today! I've been 
doing only housework and shopping but I feel as if I've walked a hundred 
miles! It would really make me feel much more relaxed if you'd do it for me, 
darling!" she coaxed, smiling down at her handsome young son with 
ever-increasing passion glowing in her mysterious eyes. 

"But I don't know how! I mean, uh, what should I do?" the boy stammered, 
looking down at the floor, his heart pounding, and his young dick beginning 
to harden in his jeans. 

"Just take one of my feet on your hand, lover," she said. "Take one foot in 
your hand and stroke it gently. It won't hurt you, Brett. Be brave, darling. 
You might even enjoy it. My feet are warm and soft. I'm sure youll like 
holding them," she said, her cunt twitching. 

Brett swallowed hard and reached up to take her foot in his hands. He felt 
the warmth of her body through the transparent nylons she was wearing. He 
felt his hands tremble uncontrollably as he stroked his mother's foot. The 
warmth of her foot seemed to soak into his hand and go straight to his 
balls. He heard his beautiful mother sigh with pleasure as he gently but 
nervously squeezed and rubbed her foot. 

"That's delicious, Brett darling! It makes me feel all warm and comfortable! 
Would you mind doing my other foot, dear?" she smiled down at him. 

Brett still couldn't manage to let himself look up at her face. If he did he 
would have to look between her lovely legs and see the mound of her barely 
concealed pussy. He didn't dare let himself stare between her legs at that 
secret part of her that no son was supposed to see. 

Wendy seethed with desire as her son dutifully removed her other shoe and 
began massaging it. She uncrossed her leg and let it rest on the plush 
carpet. She felt so relaxed and warm all the way from her toes to the nest 
of her cunt, that she couldn't resist opening her legs just a bit. It was 
enough to make her son gasp. 

"What's the matter, Brett?" she asked, enjoying the powerful effect she was 
having on her son. 

"Nothing, Mom! Honest!" the excited and confused kid choked. 

Wendy spread her legs further apart, thrilling to the power she had over the 
darling young boy. Her cunt was warming more and more by the second, heating 
up as the fire of lust spread over her, melting her resistance to depravity. 
She dared to reach down and pull her dress up all the way to her waist. 
There could be no doubt in her son's mind now that she was displaying her 
secret treasures for his benefit. 

"Look up at me, Brett," she said in a voice dripping with lust. 

Brett hesitated at first. He had been looking down at the floor, but even 
that hadn't kept him from seeing his mother open her legs for him. He tried 
desperately to avoid looking up at her, but when she told him to look at her 
in her warmest voice, he couldn't resist. What he saw drove him wild with 
excitement and confusion. 

Wendy watched her son's eyes flash from her face to her cunt and back again 
and knew that she had him firmly in her trap. She parted her legs even more, 
opening the area of her cunt to the boy as lewdly as a bitch in heat. She 
smiled down on him with a warmth that melted his balls. 

"Do you like what you see, Brett?" she asked. 

Brett gasped and turned his head away, suddenly realizing that he had been 
staring between his mother's legs. He didn't know what she was doing to him, 
opening her legs like that and almost telling him to look at her cunt, but 
he did know that he shouldn't have let himself do it. Or should he? 

"Well, Brett! Do you like what you see?" she said again, not letting her son 
off the hook for a minute. 

"I don't know, Mom! I mean, uh, I didn't see anything! Honest, Mom! I 
didn't!" the kid stammered. 

"Don't be afraid to admit it, darling!" Wendy said teasingly. "You saw my 
pussy! I let you look right up my dress! I wanted you to see what you saw, 
Brett! Do you understand?" she said, keeping her eye on her son all the 
while. 

"I don't get it, Mom!" Brett said, finally daring to look up his mother's 
lovely face. 

"You will get it, darling, believe me!" she laughed, tossing her long silky 
hair behind her. "Will you massage my legs for me, Brett?" she asked 
wickedly, enjoying the way he squirmed at her feet. 

"You ... you really want me to? But, Mom ... I.. ." the boy struggled, 
unable to believe that she had really asked him to do that to her. 

"Don't be afraid, lover," she purred. "You want me to feel comfortable, 
don't you, Brett? Don't you remember how I used to rub your back for you 
when you were tense after exercising? Don't you remember how comfortable I 
made you feel by massaging you?" she asked. 

"Uh-huh," the boy choked. 

"Well, darling, wouldn't you like to make me feel all warm and comfy, too?" 
she smiled, her twat steaming. 

"Sure, Mom," the boy rasped. "But your legs? I mean, uh, I'm not supposed to 
touch your legs! Am I? You're my Mom!" the kid stammered. 

"Aren't my legs pretty enough to touch?" she asked, her lips in a mock pout. 

"Gosh, yeah! They're beautiful I mean . .." the kid gasped, his hands 
trembling, his young dick stiff in his pants. 

"That's all right, darling! Don't be embarrassed! A boy can hardly help 
noticing his mother's body! It's nothing to be ashamed of, Brett! You 
wouldn't be the first boy who's touched his mother's legs! If you're 
embarrassed about it we can keep it our little secret, Brett! No one will 
need to know!" she said, running her hand up and down her exposed leg. 

Brett really wanted to at least touch his mother's legs. They looked so soft 
and silky. Her skin glowed beneath her nude panty hose, glowed with a warmth 
that begged to be felt. The thirteen-year-old boy was intoxicated by his 
mother's incredible beauty and her sudden lewd behavior. She had never acted 
so sexy before. She had never spoken to him in the tone of voice she was now 
using. Her voice was as smooth as silk, and seemed to wrap around him like a 
silken web. 

"Touch me, darling son. Touch me there," she said, reaching down and 
touching her ankle. 

Brett raised his trembling hand and laid it on her ankle. He felt her warmth 
radiating through him. His dick kicked like a mule in tight jeans. His nuts 
were hot and tingling between his kneeling legs. He hoped she couldn't see 
his hard-on sticking down the leg of his pants. He knew that he had an 
especially large dick and that everyone could see it in his pants when it 
got hard. He had been enbarrassed before. It was bad enough when a girl at 
school saw his dick sticking down his pants leg. It would be a lot worse if 
his mother caught sight of it. 

"Ummmmmm!" Wendy said, feeling her son's warm hand rubbing her ankle. "It 
feels good, so good! Move your hand up a little, darling. Do the other leg, 
too." 

Brett did as he was goaded. He ran his hands over her calves and up behind 
her knees, getting hornier and hornier the more fully he explored her long 
lithe legs. He tried to look away, but in vain. 

He found himself staring between her legs, at her cunt. She had told him 
that she wanted him to see her cunt, and he was seeing it, all right. 

Brett had never seen a girl's pussy before, although he had always wanted 
to. He had seen pictures, of course. All the kids had, but seeing a pussy in 
the flesh was a whole lot more exciting, and seeing his mother's pussy drove 
him wild. He stared at the crotch of her black lace panties, watched as the 
material moved ever so lightly when she moved her legs. Her panties swelled 
slightly between her legs. He wanted desperately to see what her flimsy 
garment was hiding there. 

"Up further, lover!" Wendy moaned, getting all dizzy with excitement and 
taboo lust. 

Wendy got hotter and hotter with each inch that her son's hand ran up her 
legs. She felt his gentle and nervous fingers stroking the silky flesh of 
her upper leg, felt him gently squeezing her resilient flesh. She moved 
closer to the edge of the sofa, slouching down a bit and opening her crotch 
to her son even more obscenely. She knew that her effect on her 
impressionable young son had to be mind boggling. 

"You're making me feel just wonderful, Brett. Your father used to massage my 
legs for me when I was tired, darling! He used to take my panties off and 
roll my nylons down, too, Brett. He used to enjoy playing with my legs when 
they were completely bare. Would you like to do that for me?" she asked in a 
honeyed voice. 

Brett nodded his head excitedly. His throat was so dry that he could hardly 
speak. Was she actually going to let him take her panties off? Was she 
actually going to sit there in front of him with a bare pussy, just letting 
him stare at her and play with her legs? It was too much to believe, but it 
was happening, and he was enjoying every frightening and exciting minute of 
it. 

"Take my panties off now, Brett!" Wendy said, raising herself up off the 
sofa while her son reached up under her rucked-up dress and hooked his 
fingers in the waistband of her lace panties. 

Brett felt his hands removing the predatory woman's garment. It was as if 
she controlled his hands as much as he did, if not more. The boy hesitated a 
moment before drawing her panties down over her ass and thighs. When he saw 
the dark patch of hair between her legs that was barely visible beneath the 
crotch of her panty hose he felt a surge of dizziness. 

Wendy felt her panties slipping down her legs. When the boy had removed them 
completely she told him to take her panty hose off, also. He looked up at 
her with wide eyes, full of amazement. She assured him that there was 
nothing to be embarrassed about and even helped him denude her by pushing 
her panty hose down past her knees. 

Brett rolled her hose down over her feet and dropped them on the floor, 
staring between her spread legs and looking right up her cunt. He had never 
seen anything like it. Between her legs there was a furry nest of love-hair 
and a juicy crack that almost seemed to beg him to come closer to it. He 
could almost see his mother's cunt seething between her legs. 

Wendy breathed deeply. She tingled and twitched deep inside her lusty cunt. 
She could almost feel her sex-fluids flowing inside her, dewing the lips of 
her pussy. She was aware of her son's twinkling eyes burning into her 
sex-flesh, making her hotter and hotter. She had him completely in her 
seductive spell. He was hers, and she could do with him anything she wanted. 
He would willingly follow her anywhere she wanted to lead him, and she 
intended to lead him into realms of sexuality that the boy hadn't dared 
imagine. 

"Would you like to touch it, lover?" the hot-assed older woman asked. 

"Gosh, no, Mom! I... I mean ..." the boy struggled. "Should I?" 

"Touch me there if you want to, Brett! Nobody will ever know! Isn't it an 
interesting part of a woman, darling? See how red and juicy it is, Brett?" 
she said, reaching down between her legs and spreading her cunt open with 
two well placed fingers. 

Brett dared to put his hand between his mother's legs. He felt her 
glistening cunt-lips all wet with her feminine dew. She spread her twat-Iips 
open even further and let him feel the inner flesh of her sex. He was amazed 
at the silkiness of her cunt, amazed at the resiliency of her cunt-lips and 
the way her pussy seemed to move almost imperceptibly with a life of its 
own. And she was giving him a feel of a part of her that no son was allowed 
to touch. It was too much for the boy to stand. 

"Touch me there, Brett," she purred, pointing to her clit. "Ummmmmm! That 
feels wonderful! I just love having a young stud like you stroking my little 
clittie!" she breathed. 

"Do you, Mom?" the kid asked in a shaky voice, his fingers pressing against 
the hot spot between her spread open legs. 

"I can't tell you how much I like it, darling! Doesn't it feel nice for you, 
too, Brett?" she asked, looking down between his kneeling legs and seeing 
the long hard bulge of his cock. 

Wendy knew that Brett had a big cock, but she had had no idea that it had 
grown so huge since the last time she had seen it. She had, of course, never 
seen her son's dick hard the way it was now. Having seen it jerking in his 
pants, she knew that nothing would stop her from drawing him into her web of 
seduction. She needed Brett, needed his long hard cock and his big 
sperm-filled balls, needed his gentleness and his inexperienced youth, 
needed his willingness to do what she asked of him. She would have those 
things and more, and she would start with him that very night. 

"My God, Brett! Whatever is that between your legs?" she gasped in mock 
amazement and shock. 

"Nothin', Mom! Nothin'!" the boy rasped, pulling his hand away from his 
mother's cunt, and trying to hide his cock. 

"Nothing indeed!" she smiled. "It looks like something to me, darling! It 
looks like a big stiff hard-on! Did I do that to you, Brett?" she teased. 
"I'm awfully sorry, son! I really didn't mean to!" 

"Uh, I... I couldn't help it, Mom! Honest! It just happens sometimes! When I 
think about girls!" the boy struggled, wishing as soon as he had spoken, 
that he had kept his mouth shut. 

"Ummmm," she said, her fingers to her lips. "I think I know what you'd 
better do now, darling!" she teased. 

"Gosh, Mom! What?" he asked, his eyes wide. 

"Go upstairs and take a cold shower!" she said, rising to her feet and 
letting her dress fall around her naked cunt and ass once again. "Off with 
you now!" she said, watching her son almost trip over himself in his mad 
dash up the stairs. 

Wendy watched her nervous young boy run stiff-legged up the stairs. He was 
awfully embarrassed about his condition, she knew, and she hadn't made 
matters any worse by teasing him. She sat down and laughed for a while, 
thinking of the way she had feigned shock and amazement. She had to make up 
to her son for the embarrassment she had just caused him. She knew exactly 
what she could do to make him feel better. 

Wendy's cunt was on fire now, with unfulfilled passion. She had been 
thinking about fucking with her sons all day long, and her cunt was 
positively dripping with excitement. Her lewd display had made her horny 
beyond belief. She could still feel his fingers working over the lips of her 
juicy cunt. She could still feel her son's eyes burning into her hot twat. 

She knew what she needed to satisfy her burning lust, knew what she needed 
to quench for at least a while the blazing fire in her cunt. She had to have 
her son's hard dick wildly ramming, in and out of her seething vagina. She 
had to take his heavy wad of soothing balm deep inside her cuntal recesses. 
She would have to hurry upstairs before the boy had a chance to beat off in 
the shower. 

 Chapter Six 

Wendy scurried upstairs only five mintues or so after her son had run up. 
She listened at the top of the stairs. She could tell from the water she 
heard running in the shower that Brett had taken her advice: she knew that a 
cold shower wouldn't be enough to make an erection like Brett's go down. Her 
son would have to beat off, either in the shower or in his room. She had to 
catch him before he ruined that huge cock that she had caused to rise up 
hard and ready between his young legs. 

She tiptoed past the other boys' rooms and saw no light in either of them. 
At least she didn't have Billy or Barry to worry about that evening. They 
were surely fast asleep. Billy probably had had to beat himself off in order 
to get his mind off her, she knew. She would have the whole night to teach 
her thirteen-year-old son the joys of hot incestuous fucking. Her twat was 
blazing, ready for anything, and she knew her son was, too. 

Wendy tiptoed down the hall to the bathroom and put her ear to the door. She 
could hear the shower running full blast. She imagined how Brett would look 
standing naked and wet in the shower. She imagined seeing his rigid young 
dick sticking up in front of him. She closed her eyes and saw him wrapping 
his fist around his pole of masculine flesh, saw him stroking his cock up 
and down. 

The hot-assed mother had to see him. Her imagination was no longer enough to 
satisfy her incestuous desires. She felt her hand move to the doorknob, felt 
it turning slowly. The sound of the shower spray grew louder when she pushed 
the door open. She slipped noiselessly inside and closed the door silently 
behind her. Her eyes widened as she saw her son showering through the 
translucent glass doors. She saw him running his soapy hands over his 
slender but well-muscled young body. When he turned in profile to her she 
could see that his hard-on hadn't gone down a bit. 

The horny mother almost fainted when she saw how long her son's cock had 
grown. The big thick thing stood out from his body almost nine inches. It 
jerked and throbbed, bouncing up and down as he moved in the shower. His 
dick was so huge that it seemed disproportionate to the rest of his slender 
body. It was just what she needed to satisfy her lusts. 

She watched while her son rinsed the soap from his naked body. She watched, 
too, while he closed his fingers around the shaft of his rigid prick and 
began beating off in the shower. He banged his hand up and down on his cock, 
making his sperm-filled young balls shake with each downward thrust. Wendy 
knew that at the rate he was going at it his rocks would shoot off in a 
minute or two. She had to stop him. 

"Brett, darling, what are doing in there?" she called, leaning against the 
wall and watching her son jerk off. 

Wendy heard her son's sharp intake of breath when he realized that his 
mother was in the room with him. He tried to hide his dick and balls with 
his hands, knowing that she could see him through the glass. He knew, too, 
that she had seen what he was doing to himself, knew that she had caught him 
beating off. He hoped she didn't know that he was thinking of her as he 
fucked his fist, thinking about her obscene display downstairs. He felt as 
if she could read his thoughts, felt as if there was nothing she didn't know 
about him. She no longer was his mother, she was a temptress with a 
mysterious power over him that was impossible to resist. 

"Brett, I asked you a question!" she said in mock amazement, staring through 
the glass and hoping to catch a glimpse of his hard organ. "Now, what are 
you doing?" 

"Nothin', Mom! Just takin' a shower like you told me to! Honest! I wasn't 
doin'anything else!" the embarrassed boy rasped. 

"I think you were, darling! I think you were playing with your penis! Isn't 
that what you were doing in there, Brett?" she said in a teasing voice. 

"Gosh, no! I wouldn't do that! I wouldn't!" he gasped. 

"I think you would, Brett! I think you do that to yourself all the time! I 
think your penis gets stiff and long and you have to play with yourself 
before you can go to sleep! In fact, Brett, I think you enjoy jerking off! I 
think you like to feel your sperm shooting through your cock!" she said, 
tasting her words on her glistening lips. 

"Gosh, Mom! I wish you wouldn't talk like that!" the boy whined, his 
lust-stiffened dick jerking with each salacious word he heard escape his 
lovely mother's lips. 

"Why not, son? Do I make your cock harder when I talk like that? Were you 
thinking about me when you were jerking off?" she asked. "You see, Brett, 
your mother understands boys!" she smiled. 

Brett had to agree with her. She understood boys, all right, and she knew 
exactly how to drive them wild. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, 
and she kept doing it. She was teasing him, teasing him on purpose, making 
him hornier and hornier by the second. Brett had never even seen a girl 
naked before, and all of a sudden the most beautiful woman he had ever seen 
was throwing herself at him. 

"Come out of the shower, Brett!" he heard her call, and knew that he had to 
obey. 

Brett stepped out of the shower, holding his hands down between his legs in 
an effort to hide his embarrassment. He walked in a half crouch over to the 
towels and tried to grab something with which to cover himself. He reached 
out quickly, but Wendy's hand stopped him. 

"Don't cover yourself, Brett," she sang. "I want to see you, son! I want to 
see that hard cock of yours!" 

"Oh, shit! Mom! You don't really mean that, do you?" the boy gasped. 

Wendy reached down and drew her son's hand away from his dick. The long hard 
thing snapped up in front of him when he took his hand off it. Wendy 
couldn't help sucking in her breath when she saw his hard cock completely 
naked for the first time. The boy was still dripping wet. Water ran in 
rivulets down over his chest and into the light nest of hair between his 
legs. The head of his dick glistened with water and preseminal fluid. It was 
all she could do to resist reaching out and grabbing his rod. 

"My God! No wonder you were jerking off, Brett! It's so huge and stiff! It 
must ache terribly!" she said, looking up at his blushing face. "Does it 
hurt, lover?" she asked. 

Brett managed somehow to nod nervously. His dick really did ache like hell, 
and had been aching ever since she had started teasing him. Her eyes were 
all over him, burning into him. He had never felt so naked in all his life. 
She was making him feel like more than a son. He wondered why she kept 
calling him loVer. She had never called him anything like that before, and 
the way she said it made his balls melt. 

"Let me dry you, darling. You might catch cold walking around all wet like 
that, although it certainly seems to have gotten hot in here all of a 
sudden!" Wendy cooed, taking the towel in her hands and rubbing it gently 
all over her handsome young son's naked body. 

Wendy dried Brett's dripping body from his face to his feet, brushing the 
towel over the area between his legs. She saved his cock and balls for last, 
letting the tension build until the boy could hardly stand it anymore. His 
rod jerked up against his hard stomach. His balls swelled with hot cum. His 
body was stiff, his young muscles tense. 

When she had dried his strong young legs, she reached behind him and rubbed 
the towel over his lean asscheeks. She pulled his buttocks apart slightly 
and dried the crack of his ass. The operation brought her lovely face closer 
and closer to his dick and balls. The head of his cock was only inches from 
her lips now. She stared at the jerking thing, longing to wrap her warm lips 
around it and suck it until it exploded in her throat. 

Brett almost went through the ceiling when his mother moved close to his 
cock and balls. He could feel her warm moist breath against the aching shaft 
of his dripping prick. No one had ever been that close to his dick before. 
She seemed to be not at all turned off or angry at him because of his 
excited condition. She seemed to like the way his cock had achingly swollen 
under her influence. She seemed to be turning him on on purpose. 

When she had dried his ass she brought the towel between his legs, letting 
it rub against his scrotum. She wrapped the towel around her hand and closed 
her fingers around the jerking shaft of his cock. She cupped his balls in 
her other hand and let the towel soak up the moisture. She felt his nuts 
tensing, felt his scrotal sac tightening, raising his balls in their pouch. 
When she began gently moving her hand up and down the long shaft of his 
prick, he gasped with excitement and pleasure. 

Wendy rubbed his dick with the towel until it was dry and then took her 
loving hands away. The boy almost keeled over backwards when she let go of 
his blood-swollen prick. 

"You liked that, didn't you, Brett?" she asked, smiling up at him with a 
smile that intoxicated the boy. "You're awfully tense, lover! Your muscles 
are all hard! You really need a massage to relax you, Brett! Would you like 
your mother to rub your back for you ... and a few other places?" she 
smiled, letting the back of her hand brush against his cock-head. 

Brett made a dry rasping sound in his throat. Wendy stood up and wrapped her 
fingers firmly around the dripping shaft of her son's rigid dick. She opened 
the door and led him by the dick down the hall. 

"Be very quiet, Brett!" she whispered. "We mustn't wake your brothers! They 
might not understand!" she smiled. 

Brett didn't understand either, but he let her lead him down the hall to her 
bedroom. He didn't know exactly what was going to happen to him in her room, 
but something told him that it would be wild. 

"Why don't you lie down and relax, Brett?" Wendy suggested, closing the door 
behind her. 

"Here?" the boy choked. "In your bed?" 

"That's right, lover, in your mother's bed!" she said wickedly, licking her 
lips and sitting down beside him. 

Wendy pushed his chest gently and the boy fell on his back in the bed. She 
laid her hands on his hard chest and began massaging him, squeezing his 
tense young muscles with her long practiced fingers, rubbing him with the 
palms of her hands, forcing his every muscle to relax ... every muscle, 
except the one between his legs. 

"Doesn't that feel better, Brett?" she asked, kneading his upper legs. 

"Oh, yeah, Mom! Your hands feel good!" Brett said thickly. 

"I had no idea that you were so strong, Brett darling! You're all muscles! 
You must have more girlfriends than you can handle! All the girls in school 
must be after you, son!" she said, trailing her fingertips over his groin. 

"Aw, Mom!" the boy said, flushing uncontrollably. 

"Have you ever had sex with a girl, Brett?" she asked. 

"Sex? Gosh, Mom! Uh-uh!" the kid rasped, wishing his mother wouldn't talk 
about such things. 

"No? You haven't done anything at all with a girl?" she asked, her fingers 
playing in the hair between her son's legs. "Haven't you even touched a 
girl? Haven't you tried to feel a girl's legs? Haven't you tried to touch a 
girl's titties?" 

"Golly, Mom! Don't talk like that!" the boy begged, his balls shivering. 
"You're makin' me feel funny!" 

"I'll just bet I am, lover! I'm making you horny, Brett! I'm making your 
dick ache! I think you need more than a massage, darling! I think you need a 
cunt to sink that big hard cock into! Would you like my cunt, lover? Would 
you like to bury that hard dick in my pussy?" she asked, her eyes glittering 
with depraved incestuous lust. 

Brett couldn't say a word in reply to his luscious and mysterious mother. He 
could only rattle something incoherent. She had completely overpowered him 
with her seductiveness, with her lewdness, with her boldness, with her 
feminine beauty. 

"Would you like to fuck me, Brett? I'll be gentle with you, darling! Ill 
teach you how to make a girl happy!" she said, standing up and pulling off 
her dress. 

She stood naked before her horny boy, her luscious tits swelling with full 
feminine beauty. Her tingling nipples were stiff and eager. Her slightly 
curved belly fluttered with excitement. Her curvy thighs sloped gently into 
the most beautiful pair of silky legs imaginable. Her pussy nestled between 
her long statuesque legs like a warm furry animal. Wendy reached down 
between her legs and tickled her cunt-lips with her fingertips for a second 
or two. Her son watched her, blinking uncontrollably. She moved closer to 
him, her big beautiful breasts bouncing enticingly as she walked. When she 
sat down beside him, the boy almost passed out. 

"I'm going to lie down with you, darling," the hot-assed mother breathed, 
easing her fragrant body into bed next to her son. "I want you to get 
between my legs, Brett! I want you to stick your big hard dick into my cunt 
and fuck me just like your father did! I want you to fuck me hard, darling! 
I want you to fill my little pussy with hard cock! Are you willing, Brett? 
Are you willing to fuck your mother?" she asked lasciviously, spreading her 
legs and opening her rosy cunt. 

"Oh shit! Mom! You really mean it? You really want me to ... to fuck you? 
With . .. with my dick?" the boy choked. 

"Yes, Brett! I need it! You need it, too! I want you! Ill teach you how to 
fuck me, son! I'll teach you how to enjoy using that big thick prick of 
yours!" the boy's deliciously naked mother said in a sultry voice. 

"I don't know how to do it, Mom! I've never done anything like this before!" 
Brett stumbled, getting to his knees on the bed, looking down at his 
mother's naked form. 

"You'll leam quickly, Brett! I just know you'll enjoy fucking once you've 
had a lesson or two! Why don't just get between my legs and do what comes 
naturally?" she urged. 

When her son scrambled between her legs, she told him to push his jerking 
dick against the rosy gash between her legs. She gasped when she felt the 
heat of his naked cock-head pressing against her seething wet flesh. His rod 
was throbbing and kicking so hard that he could hardly keep it in the slot 
between his mother's legs. 

"Is that the way, Mom?" Brett asked, his balls aching, his head swimming 
with excitement and confusion. 

"God, yes! It's exactly right! Now push it in farther! Oh God! Hurry, Brett! 
Hurry! I need you! I need you fucking me! I need that hard fucking cock 
buried in my cunt!" she cried. 

Brett couldn't believe the sensations that coursed through his dick and nuts 
when he made contact with the hot gash between his mother's lovely legs. Her 
cunt seemed to grab his cock and suck it into her. He pushed against her 
resilient cunt-flesh and drove his rock-hard cock deeper and deeper and 
deeper. The deeper his dick went, the better it felt. 

Wendy arched her back and put a pillow under her ass, opening herself even 
more to her son. She felt his throbbing erection sliding into her sucking 
cunt, felt the swollen head of it stroking the inner walls of her eager sex. 
She felt it filling her, felt it swelling with power inside her. 

"Move it, darling! Yes, lover, move your cock in your mother's cunt! In and 
out, Brett! Gently now, darling! I haven't had a cock in my cunt in a long 
long time, Brett! Be gentle with me! Will you be gentle, son?" she pleaded 
in a little girl's voice. 

"Sure, Mom!" Brett choked. 

Wendy closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the maddening sensations that 
her son inspired in her. Her cunt tightened around the impaled shaft of 
flesh between her legs. She felt her twat sucking his cock-shaft, felt her 
muscles pulling him into her. The rigid dick throbbed against her blazing 
clit, driving her wilder and wilder by the second. She felt her 
long-unfucked cunt stretching as his lust-maddened cock pushed into her. 

"In and out, lover! I'm ready now!" she cried when she had taken him into 
her all the way to his groin. 

Brett was glad that she was ready, because he couldn't help bucking his ass. 
The motions seemed to come automatically to him. He flexed the hard muscles 
of his lean ass and jabbed his prick in and out of his mother's cunt. He 
fell on her and supported his body with his hands over her shoulders. He 
began heaving his body up and down over her, banging his cock in and out of 
her hot cunt as she moaned and groaned under him. 

"I love it, Brett! Oh Jesus! You do this beautifully! Oh God! You're as good 
as your father! Oh, Brett! Fuck me, stud! Fuck the piss out of me! I don't 
care if I am your mother! I want that cock! In and out! Harder! Faster!" 

Brett's nuts were about to burst. He felt what seemed like a thousand wet 
fingers tugging at his dick deep in the channel of his mother's sex. He 
heard wet slurping sounds as his plug of youthful masculine flesh punched in 
and out of her tight wet twat. He had had no idea that fucking could be so 
much fun. The fact that he was putting the boots to his mother instead of to 
one of the girls who hung around him at school made the experience even more 
stimulating for him. None of those girls was as sexy as his mother. And he 
was sure that none of them could fuck as well as she could. 

Wendy moved her luscious naked body in rhythm with her son's hot fucking of 
her eager cunt. She arched her back and ground her curvy hips against him, 
making his dick grind hard against her sensitive inner flesh. She felt his 
big balls rubbing against her cunt, felt them rolling in their scrotal sac. 
She eagerly wrapped her long legs around his back and held him close to her 
while he fucked her for all he was worth. 

"It's great, Mom! Oh fuck! Shit! This is wild! Oh, Mom! I'm really fucking 
you!" the kid rasped. 

"You certainly are, darling!" the hot-assed older woman sighed. "Do it hard 
now, lover! Make me feel it, Brett! Make my cunt hot and wet! Make my juices 
flow!" she cried. 

Wendy wrapped her arms around her son's back and held him tightly, digging 
into his back with her fingernails, making red marks on his tanned skin. Her 
passion blazed within her. She felt the most delicious twitches and tingles 
inside her. Her belly fluttered. Her head raced. She heard the bed creaking 
as her son bounced up and down on her. She heard the wet slurping sounds 
that her son's dick made as it punched in and out of her juicy cunt. The air 
was filled with the sounds of hot fucking, little moans and grunts of 
delight as she and her son let themselves go completely. 

"All the way inside me, Brett! Harder! Faster! Screw me! Do it like a man! 
Fuck me, stud!" she cried. 

Brett gave it all he had. He felt his mother's melonous quaking tits 
crushing against his heaving chest as he bounced up and down on her. His 
dick stroked against her clit and drove her mad with desire. Her cunt seemed 
to clutch him more tightly with each stroke into her. His nuts slapped hard 
against her steaming crotch as he reamed her hot twat. 

"Take it, Mom! Oh shit! Suck my cock in there! Oh goddam! I... I didn't know 
it would be like this!" the boy rasped, abandoning himself completely to his 
fuck-lust. 

"I'm coming, darling! You're making my cunt flash! Oh God! My son is making 
me come!" she cried as her cunt exploded with the sensations of her feminine 
orgasm. 

"I'm gonna shoot the stuff, Mom! Do you want me to? Should I pull it out?" 
the boy gasped when he felt his sperm beginning to churn through the rod of 
flesh between his legs. 

"Come inside me, darling! Come all the way in my cunt! Fill me with it! Fill 
me with hot fucking sperm!" she moaned. 

Wendy suddenly felt her son's thirteen-year-old snap up with incredible 
stiffness inside her sucking channel of flesh. She felt his heaving body 
suddenly strain against her and stop its wild bouncing. She felt a hot spurt 
of semen blasting into her twat, felt his thick white sperm shooting hot and 
hard into her cock-hungry cuntal channel. Brett saw stars before his eyes 
when his balls exploded with boiling cum. He felt as if all the tension in 
his young body had suddenly become concentrated in a hot spot between his 
legs. His nuts tightened into a knot. His dick grew suddenly larger and 
harder inside her. With each wild spurt of semen the young boy felt 
fireworks exploding in his balls. 

"Fill me with it, lover! Oh, Brett! This is so beautiful! My son is shooting 
his come inside my belly! I can't believe it!" she cried as her hot cunt 
flashed. 

Wendy felt dams bursting inside her, felt a flood of sensation carrying her 
away in its tide. Her cunt gushed with musky moisture. She felt her son's 
sperm running out of her cunt, trickling over her cuntlips, running down her 
silken legs. It seemed that Brett had shot a gallon of sperm into her 
sucking cunt. 

Exhausted after their mutual orgasm Wendy and her son fell into a relaxed 
embrace. Their arms wrapped around each other. Their hearts beat in rhythm. 
Their minds were empty of all but the most comfortable thoughts. It had been 
a most stimulating and enlightening experience for both of them. 

It had been a stimulating and enlightening experience for fourteen-year-old 
Barry, too. He had been crouching outside his mother's bedroom door and 
watching the whole nut-busting scene through the keyhole. 

 Chapter Seven 

Several days later, Barry stood outside his mother's bedroom. It was quite 
late and his two brothers were fast asleep. He had wanted to see his mother 
ever since he had watched Brett fucking her earlier, but there just hadn't 
been an opportunity. Brett always went to her room as soon as he thought 
everyone else was asleep. On the few occasions when Brett didn't spend the 
night in his mother's bed, young Billy did. 

Barry had summoned the courage to crouch in front of the keyhole and watch 
what was going on with Billy and his mother. He had been shocked and amazed 
to find that Brett wasn't the only boy in the house who was getting some 
from his licentious mother. Billy had been fucking her, too, and he really 
was having a great time. 

Barry couldn't believe it all at first. He had stayed awake on the first 
night of his discovery trying to make some sense out of what he had found 
was going on in the house. He hadn't really come to any definite 
conclusions. It was all so strange to him. He didn't know whether Brett and 

Billy had started the goings-on with their mother or whether she had started 
it herself. Either way, it was hard to believe. 

Kids just didn't get it on with their mothers, at least they didn't as far 
as Barry knew. As far as he knew Brett and Billy hadn't even gotten it on 
with girls their own age, and now they were fucking their own mother all of 
a sudden. It made him dizzy with confusion. 

Barry himself hadn't had much experience with girls. He had managed to get 
his hand up under Bernice Travers' dress a couple of times for a quick feel 
of her leg, but his hand hadn't even gotten to her pussy before she had 
brushed it away. He had closed his hand over her tit once, but that had 
ended in a slap on the face. He was about ready to find another girl, a girl 
who wasn't so hard to get. His discovery about his mother and his brothers 
had put a stop to his girl-hunting, however. He had to find out what was 
going on, and he had been spending most of his time trying to figure out 
what was happening. 

He noticed that Brett and Billy were never with his mother at the same time. 
It seemed that Brett and Billy didn't even know that they were both getting 
some. It seemed like an awfully hard secret to keep. Billy and Brett both 
seemed to be hiding something. Barry had tried to get it out of them, but 
even the confidence of brothers wasn't enough to get them to tell their 
secret. 

But now Barry had decided that tonight was the night. He had to confront his 
mother and find out what was happening. He thought about turning around and 
slipping bac, k into bed without carrying out his mission, but he managed to 
summon enough courage to go through with it. There was no light filtering 
out through the cracks around the door. He would have to knock lightly and 
awaken her. He tapped a few times, hoping he wouldn't awaken his brothers as 
well. He almost changed his mind when he saw the light flick on. 

"Barry? Is something wrong, honey?" Wendy asked when she opened her door and 
found her son standing in the hall. 

"Uh, well, I... nothin', Mom..." he stammered, losing his nerve and turning 
to leave. 

"Oh, no, you don't, Barry," she said, taking his arm and leading him into 
her bedroom. "Something must be bothering you, darling. Come in and we'll 
talk about it!" she said. 

It didn't take long for Wendy to realize what was on her son's mind. He was 
usually quite open about discussing whatever was bothering him, but not 
tonight. There was something about the way he acted that told her 
immediately that whatever was bothering him was likely sexual in nature. It 
took some close questioning to get anything definite out of him, but 
eventually he had to come around to the point. 

Wendy had no idea at first how her fourteen-year-old son had found out about 
what she and his brothers had been up to lately, but she had no doubt that 
he had discovered something somehow. The boy was almost unable to look her 
in the eye. She was wearing only a translucent gown while she talked with 
him. She watched his eyes flashing between the floor and her barely 
concealed legs. She knew that her fourteen-year-old, too, had felt the power 
of her considerable feminine charm. 

"Well, Barry, we don't seem to be getting anywhere! Now you really must tell 
me what's been bothering you!" she said, sitting down on the edge of her bed 
with her son. 

"It's nothin', Mom! Honest!" he said, looking first at her knees and then 
down at his feet. 

"Does this have something to do with your brothers?" she asked, daring to 
open up a dangerous topic. 

"Well, uh, yeah," the boy stumbled. "Is it something about sex, Barry?" she 
asked softly, laying her hand on the boy's knee. 

Wendy felt Barry flinch when she touched him. It wasn't as if she had never 
touched his knee before. But under these circumstances her touch was more 
than merely a casual expression of warmth. His reaction to her touch kindled 
a familiar warmth between her legs. It was the same reaction her other boys 
had had to her first touch as a woman rather than only as a mother. She knew 
now that she was getting to Barry, too. 

"Well, darling, is sex involved?" she asked sweetly, squeezing one of her 
son's legs. 

"I guess, Mom," the boy said in a barely audible voice. 

"Did you see something that disturbs you?" "Uh, like what, Mom?" the boy 
asked hesitantly. 

"Did you see Brett doing something with me that you didn't understand?" she 
asked. 

"Uh-huh," the nervous kid muttered after a moment of silence. "How did you 
know, Mom?" he managed to ask. 

"I just sensed something, darling. You seem awfully upset. It must have been 
something rather ... rather confusing," she said comfortingly. "I guess," he 
mumbled. 

"What exactly did you see, Barry?" she asked, letting her hand slide up her 
son's long leg another inch or two. 

"I can't, Mom," he said in a dry voice. "Of course you can, darling. You're 
my son. You can tell me anything. You should know that, Barry. We've talked 
about all kinds of things. Since your father died we've talked about things 
that fathers are supposed to talk about with their sons. We've talked about 
embarrassing things before, haven't we, son?" she asked, her cunt twitching 
as she drew closer and closer to her young son. 

"But this is different, Mom!" the boy said, wishing he had kept his 
confusion to himself. "I can't talk about it! I can't, Mom!" he said, his 
face flushed, his eyes glittering, Wendy knew that her son was so frightened 
and confused that he might start crying at any minute. She had to jump 
headlong into the problem. She had to tell him everything at once. She had 
the feeling that another one of her sons would be in her bed before the 
night was over. 

"Did you find out that Brett and I were having sex together, Barry?" she 
asked, staring into her son's eyes. 

"Come .on, Mom! Please! I can't talk about it!" the boy pleaded, dizzy with 
emotion. 

"We have to talk about it, darling! Don't you understand?" the libertine 
mother said, her hand inching up her son's leg. 

Barry didn't feel her hand moving up his leg after her initial touch. Now, 
however, he was beginning to notice that her warm fingers were getting 
awfully close to his well filled crotch. In fact, his crotch was beginning 
to fill out in spite of his attempts to control himself. Her hand was making 
his balls surge with sensation. He had never felt this way before in his 
life, except when he was out with Bernice and ready to feel her up. 

Barry knew that he shouldn't feel the way he was feeling as he sat close to 
his mother on her bed. He didn't dare have the same feelings for her that he 
had had for Bernice when she made him horny. It wasn't right for a young boy 
to feel that way about his mother. And yet, Brett and probably Billy seemed 
to have had the same reaction to her. Perhaps they, too, had been caught in 
her spell the way he was getting caught. He was aware of the feelings that 
were overcoming him, but he was powerless to resist. 

"How did you find out what Brett and I were doing, Barry? Did Brett tell 
you?" she asked. 

"No, Mom. He didn't say anything," the boy said softly. "I saw you through 
the keyhole," he added after a long pause. 

"Shame on you, Barry! You're old enough to know better than that!" the 
mother said, not very seriously. 

"But I couldn't help it, Mom! I kept seein' Brett go into your room and stay 
all night sometimes! Billy did the same thing! I didn't know what was going 
on!" he rasped, hoping that she would forgive him for spying on her. 

"Yes, Barry, I suppose that must have made you awfully curious!" she smiled. 
"You're forgiven, darling. But do you forgive me?" she asked, her hand 
moving still farther up her son's strong leg. 

"I just don't get it, Mom!" the boy choked. "How come you and Brett were 
doin' that? I didn't think moms ever did stuff like that with their kids! 
Isn't it, uh, isn't it kinda dirty or somethin'?" the boy struggled, wishing 
he had kept his mouth shut. 

"Dirty? My goodness, Barry! What a thing to say!" she said, feigning shock. 

"I didn't mean that, Mom! I mean, uh, well, isn't it kind of ..." the boy 
said, struggling to find words that wouldn't offend his mother. 

"Taboo, Barry! Taboo is the word, not dirty! Sex is perfectly clean, Barry! 
Haven't I told you that already? Incest is just a bit out of the ordinary, 
Barry!" she said, moving closer to her son, so close that her barely 
concealed thigh rubbed up against his. 

"But how come other boys don't do it with their moms?" Barry asked, feeling 
his mother's incredible warmth soaking into his thigh. 

"Perhaps other boys do have sex with their mothers, darling!" Wendy said, 
leaning close to her son's ear. "Perhaps they keep it their little secret!" 
she whispered. 

"You're not gonna have sex with me, are you, Mom?" Barry asked in a squeaky 
voice, inhaling his mother's fragrant perfume as it wafted from her warm 
body to his nostrils. 

"Would you like that, Barry?" she asked, thrilled that Barry had opened the 
door for her. 

"I don't know, Mom! Wow! Would you like it?" the boy asked, on the brink of 
passing out at any minute. 

"I'm sure I would, Barry! And I'm sure you would, too! Nothing is more fun 
than fucking, darling! I can't describe the sensations, Barry! Your brothers 
do such a wonderful job of fucking me! Their cocks are lovely! Brett's dick 
is huge! Billy's dick is as stiff as a pole all the time! I'll just bet you 
have some exciting manly qualities that I don't even know about, Barry! I'd 
just love to have the opportunity to explore with you, lover! Are you 
willing?" she asked sweetly, grabbing the big warm bulge between her son's 
legs. 

"Oh shit! Mom! Christ! What're you doin'?" the boy rasped, his whole body 
stiffening when she laid her warm hands on his cock and balls. 

"I'm feeling your crotch, silly!" Wendy smiled, working her fingers against 
the tight material of his pants. "It feels good, too, Barry! My God, 
darling! Is that all you down there? You must have a big cock in your pants, 
Barry, and big balls to match!" she sang. 

"Gosh, Mom, don't! Please, Mom!" the kid pleaded, brushing the brown hair 
out of his glittering blue eyes, still unable to look into her mysterious 
blazing eyes. 

"Am I hurting you?" she purred, her hand kneading his tented genitals 
through his tight blue jeans. 

"Uh-uh, Mom," the boy rasped. "But I'm gonna get hard if you don't stop!" he 
pleaded. 

"Would that be the end of the world, Barry?" she smiled. "We can't do much 
together if you don't get hard, Barry! Don't worry about it, darling! Let 
yourself go! Enjoy the things I'm going to do to you, lover! I can assure 
you that I'll enjoy the things you're going to do to me! I have all sorts of 
delicious ideas for the night, Barry! I'll teach you how to do things you've 
only dreamed of! I'll teach you the way I've taught your brothers! Are you 
willing? Will you be my lover, son?" she asked, her voice dripping with 
honey. "Oh, Mom, you know I'd do anything you want me to do!" Barry said, 
feeling the warmth of her body spreading over him. 

"Then I want you to show me what a man you are, Barry! I want you to fuck 
me! I want you to make me feel like a woman! I'll make you feel like a man, 
too, Barry!" she said, her cock-hungry cunt moistening with passion. 

"Gosh, Mom! My dick's gettin' hard already! What am I supposed to do next?" 
he asked, feeling his pussy-starved young cock lengthening in his pants as 
his wicked mother rubbed it with her warm hand. 

"Why don't I just unzip your pants and take it out for you, Barry? I want 
what you have between your legs, lover!" the hot-assed mother said, quickly 
falling to her knees in front of her son and attacking his crotch. 

"Are you sure you wanna do that, Mom?" he asked nervously, sitting upright 
on the edge of his mother's bed. 

"I'd just love it, darling! You must be huge! And you're getting bigger all 
the time! Have you ever used this delicious cock on a girl?" she asked, 
reaching into his pants and grabbing his fat cock through his underpants. 

"No, Mom, they always get kinda scared or somethin'!" he said. "I got a girl 
to touch it once, but she got scared and I had to take her home." 

"Your mother won't get scared, Barry. There's nothing I love better than a 
big hard cock! I just have to see it, darling! Let me unfasten your pants! 

There! Spread them open for me, Barry! That's right, lover! Don't be afraid, 
son!" she said, trying to get his swollen cock out of his underwear. 

Barry's cock was jerking maddeningly in his pants. The thing had extended 
down his pants leg so far that his mother couldn't get it out at all. He 
thought she was going to break it in her eagerness to pull it out for him. 
He was amazed at the way she attacked his cock. His girlfriend Bernice had 
been afraid of it. She only had to see it sticking down his pants leg and 
she immediately froze up. But not his mother. 

"It's much too long and hard to get out this way, son! You'll have to stand 
up and push your pants down," Wendy said, drying to wrap her loving lips 
around the shaft of his hard-on. 

Barry did as he was told. He stood nervously, his arms hanging at his sides 
while his luscious mother hooked her fingers under the waistband of his 
briefs and pushed them down. His cock snapped up against his stomach when it 
jerked free of its confinement. 

Wendy told him to pull his shirt off and step out of his pants. After he did 
so, she reached up and ran her warm hand over his chest and stomach, letting 
the back of her hand brush teasingly against the rigid shaft of his cock. 
His masculine organ was even longer than Brett's, although not quite as 
thick. The head of it was swollen and hard, a purplish knob of masculine 
flesh that she had to pop into her mouth. 

Wendy ran her thumb over the underside of his swollen cock-head, making the 
boy's rod jerk like a jackhammer. She pressed his dick against his hard 
stomach, feeling the heat of it soaking into her hand. The boy's legs were 
tense beyond belief. She could see his youthful muscles standing out from 
his legs. His fists were balled at his sides. He was one tight knot of 
excitement. She felt his cock throbbing with blood as he grew hornier and 
homier under her powerful influence. 

Wendy ran her thumb up his cock, from the base near his nuts, all the way to 
the swollen head of it, making a drop of crystal clear preseminal fluid ooze 
from the tip of his cock. His cock-juice streaked down the rigid shaft of 
his rod and onto his sperm-filled balls. She had to taste his cock, had to 
suck her son off. 

"Your cock is so juicy! Do you mind if I taste it, lover?" she smiled, 
making a fist around his pounding dick. 

"Gosh no, Mom! If you want to! You sure you want to?" Barry asked in 
absolute amazement. 

"I'll show you, son!" she said warmly, bending toward him and pressing her 
quivering lips against the dripping head of his erect rod. 

Barry almost fell over backwards when he felt his mother's wet lips on his 
young manhood. Bernice hadn't even touched his dick, and all of a sudden he 
was having it sucked by his mother. His cock seemed to grow even bigger when 
her lips touched it. His balls gathered in a knot between his legs. He 
gasped when she pressed his cock back against his hard stomach. 

Wendy flicked out her tongue and began licking at the head of his cock. She 
ran her practiced tongue around the supersensitive underside of his 
prick-head. She sucked at his dick-head, tasting the hot saltiness of his 
rod and longing for more of the same. She reached between her son's legs and 
took his heavy nuts in her hands. She fondled his balls lovingly while she 
licked and kissed his delicious rod. 

"I'm going to give you a blow-job, Barry! Have you heard about such things?" 
she asked. 

Barry nodded weakly. He had heard about blow jobs, but he had never thought 
he would ever get a girl to give him once, and certainly not his own mother. 
Wasn't there anything she wouldn't do? 

"Get ready for this Barry!" she said, opening her pretty mouth and going 
down on her fourteen-year-old's cock. 

Wendy felt her lips sliding down over his dick as she took it deeper and 
deeper into her sucking throat. She felt his bulging cock-head rubbing 
against the roof of her mouth and then against the back of her throat as she 
took it all the way. 

The hot-assed mother began bobbing her head up and down, sucking and licking 
at her son's dick so hard and fast that she knew he would have to fill her 
with cum in a minute or two. She held his nuts in her warm hands, feeling 
them swell with sperm. She sucked more and more furiously by the second. He 
started rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, unable to stand 
still another second. 

Barry hoped his mother didn't mind what he was doing to her. He knew that he 
was banging against her, hard and fast, but there was nothing he could do 
about it. The rocking and thrusting motions seemed to come naturally to him. 
He had to drive his cock in and out of her greedily sucking oral cavity, and 
the harder she sucked him, the harder he had to buck his ass. 

Wendy was almost choking each time her son thrust his dick down her sucking 
throat. Her throat grasped at his rod, holding it inside her, bringing him 
closer and closer to a nut-busting ejaculation. 

"Oh God! Suck me, Mom! Suck my dick!" the boy rasped, no longer caring what 
he said or felt. "Eat it! Eat my fuckin' meat!" 

Wendy felt his rod snap up inside her voraciously sucking mouth. She knew 
that he was about to shoot his wad down her throat. She thought she could 
pull away from him and delay his ejaculation until she could get him into 
her hot cunt, but it was too late. She almost strangled when he pumped what 
seemed like gallons of sperm down her sucking throat. 

"I'm comin', Mom! I'm shootin' my wad! Oh fuck! I don't believe this! I'm 
comin' in my Mom's throat!" the horny boy rasped as his rocks shot off hard 
and fast into her sweet mouth. 

Wendy made thick gurgling sounds deep in her throat as her son pumped his 
cum into her. She coughed and sputtered on the heavy wad he unloaded in her 
throat. She swallowed hard, trying in vain to swallow all his hot thick 
semen. The tasty stuff trickled out of her mouth, running over her lips and 
down the shaft of his rod, soaking his seething nuts in hot thick sperm. 

The boy's mother lapped at his dick when it pulled from her sucking mouth. 
She licked his still hard shaft from the root to the tip and back again, 
lapping up the sperm that had dripped from her stretched lips. She couldn't 
bear to waste a drop of his sperm. 

The boy almost keeled over in his pleasure. He felt his entire body 
discharge his accumulated sexual energy through his dick. His balls felt 
like bombs exploding between his long legs. He shook all over, almost 
failing onto his mother as she sucked and licked his pulsating meat. 

"That feels good, Mom!" the boy said huskily. "It's great! Wow! No wonder 
Brett and Billy let you suck 'em!" 

"It tastes good, too, lover! I could suck this delicious cock all day and 
all night, Barry!" she moaned. 

"You can if you want to, Mom! You can suck me anytime!" he gasped, his heart 
still racing wildly in his chest. 

"I'll do that and more, Barry! I have all sorts of wonderful things in mind 
for us tonight!" she said in a voice that was hotter than a summer night. 

 Chapter Eight 

Wendy and Barry fell into bed together and relaxed in each other's arms for 
a few minutes. Wendy explained as well as she could her sudden realization 
that she needed her sons as sex partners. Barry seemed to understand the 
situation. She told him for the first time about her experience with the 
gang of rapists in the woods so long ago. He promised to be gentle with her, 
and Wendy knew that her story had moved him deeply. She knew that her son 
would never give her cause to fear him. 

Wendy felt a warmth for her son that grew before long into a raging fire 
between her legs. She held him close to her, felt his heart beating in his 
chest, felt his warm moist breath against her throat as he cradled his face 
under her chin. She reached down between his naked legs and discovered that 
he was ready again, ready for anything she could teach him. 

"Would you like to see my body, Barry?" she asked sweetly, sitting up and 
taking his hand. 

"Sure, Mom! I've never seen you naked!" he said. 

Wendy smoothed her hands down over her gown, making the material conform to 
the curvy contours of her beautiful body. She saw her son staring openly at 
her hands as they moved down over her body. His long dick was sticking 
straight up from his groin again, already beginning to ooze the fluid of his 
masculine passion. 

The hot-assed mother undid the belt of her translucent gown and let it fall 
open, revealing her feminine treasures of her son to ogle. She spread her 
gown open and let it frame her naked breasts in a haze of gossamer. Her 
beautiful knockers caught the warm glow of her bedside lamp, making her tits 
glow with golden warmth. Her tit peaks were stiff with excitement, little 
conical protrusions of flesh that caught his eyes and held them. 

Wendy cupped her free-flowing breasts in her warm hands and lifted them a 
bit, offering them freely to her fourteen-year-old son. She asked her son if 
he liked her body. She smiled knowingly when he nodded and made a dry sound 
in his throat. She asked him if he would like to touch her breasts. He held 
out his hand and she walked silently toward him, her beautiful breasts 
jiggling slightly as she walked. 

Wendy breathed deeply when her son laid his trembling hand on her silken 
tit-flesh. Her breasts lifted slightly when she breathed in. Her nipples 
tingled with sexual electricity as her son ran his hands over her bared 
breast. Her cunt twitched with desire, moistening more and more by the 
second. She felt goosepimples rising on her silken body as her excitement 
increased. She felt like giving her son everything she had to give, felt 
like treating him to all the joys of hot fucking. 

"Feel how hard my nipples are, darling! I'm really very excited! I see that 
your nipples are hard, too!" she said, reaching out and rubbing his tiny 
nipples with her thumbs. "Why don't you do the same for me, Barry? I just 
love having my little nipples stroked and pinched!" she breathed, moving 
incredibly close to her excited son. 

Barry reached out and let his fingers press against her hard nipples. His 
legs felt weak. She was doing something wild to him, making his nuts ache 
like hell, making him tense and weak at the same time. It was like nothing 
he had ever experienced before. 

"Kiss my tits, Barry! Suck them! Nibble them a bit, too, darling! I love 
having my sons suck my tits!" she said in a lascivious voice smouldering 
with sex heat. 

Barry pressed his lips around his mother's hard nipple and sucked it hard. 
He also ran his tongue around its aureole, making her tits tingle with 
excitement. He felt her hard erectile flesh slip in and out of his mouth, 
making wet popping sounds when it pulled from his sucking lips. He ran his 
teeth over her tit-peak, making her shiver with delight. She seemed to like 
everything he did to her, and everything he did to her drove himself wild. 

"Put your hand between my legs, lover. Feel -free to touch me wherever you 
like," she breathed, dying to feel his fingers playing against her seething 
cunt-flesh. 

"You really mean it? Can I really touch you there?" he choked, his hand 
hesitating half-way between her knees and her cunt. 

The horny mother reached down and brought her son's hand up between her 
legs, shivering when she felt his palm clamp over her seething cunt. She 
felt her twat running with musky moisture, felt her belly fluttering with 
pure delight. Her son rubbed up against her. She felt her naked breasts 
crushing against his lean young chest, felt her nipples rubbing against his 
muscles as she writhed with pleasure. 

"Please move your fingers, Barry! Please! Oh yes! God! That's just right! 
You're making me hot, Barry! You're making my cunt steam! Do you feel it? Do 
you feel how hot your mother's pussy is getting?" she gasped as her son 
tickled her cunt. 

"It is hot, Mom! Oh wow! This is too much, too fuckin' much!" the boy 
choked, reaching one hand around behind his mother's naked body and 
squeezing the silken cheek of her ass while his other hand worked at her 
cunt. 

Wendy felt her son's rigid staff rubbing up against her thigh as he held her 
to him. She felt him grinding his pelvis against her thigh, unable to 
control his excitement. His young cock spread his slippery preseminal fluid 
all over her silky honey-tanned skin. His rod slipped and slid over her, 
making both of them horny beyond belief. 

Barry moved his fingers eagerly over her raggedy wet pussy lips. He had had 
no idea that a woman's cunt could be so hot and inviting. Her cunt seemed to 
move with a life all its own. It seemed to beg him to put his fingers into 
it, seemed to want to suck his hand into its rosy channel. He dared to 
insert a finger into his mother's seething twat, then another and another. 
She seemed to love it. 

Wendy felt the boy crooking his fingers inside her blazing cunt, tickling 
her inner flesh and making her moan with pleasure. Her clit was on fire, her 
cunt tingling deep down inside her. She wrapped her arms around her boy and 
hugged him to her tightly, making his cock extend down her inner leg ever so 
near her hot cunt. 

"Oh God, Barry! You hand is inside me! It feels so good there! Twist your 
hand inside my fucking cunt! Oh yes! Yesssssss! Move it inside me! I'm on 
fire for you, lover! I need you! I need your cock!" she hissed, reaching 
down and grasping his rigid penis. 

"Should I put it in you, Mom?" the boy asked, his heart beating wildly. 

"God, yes! Stick that lovely rod up my cunt, Barry! Show me what kind of a 
man you are. darling! Shove it in me and make me feel like a woman again! I 
need it jerking inside me! Fuck me!" she cried, backing up against the wall 
and letting her arms drop to her sides. 

"Will you tell me if I don't do it right, Mom?" Barry asked in a hoarse 
voice that betrayed his fear of making a mistake. 

"You'll do it right, Barry! I just know you will! You're learning fast, 
lover! You'll be a hot-fucking stud before this night is over! You'll be 
able to satisfy me as no one ever has! Fuck me, son! Fuck your mother like a 
man!" she cried, feeling his hot body pressing against her. 

Barry began bucking his ass wildly, jabbing his dick against her thigh and 
the hair of her luscious cunt. It was quite a while before he found the hot 
slot between her legs. He reached down and guided his tool between the 
raggedy lips of her inviting cunt. He gsasped when he felt her juicy 
cunt-lips enfold his organ. 

The heat of her seething cunt seemed to pass through his dick and go 
straight to his nuts. He felt his balls swelling with pent up semen, felt 
his balls tightening between his athletic legs as he began forcing his dick 
into his mother's cock-hungry cunt. 

"Take me, Barry! Fill me up with it! Fuck me! All the way in, Barry! Oh God! 
It's beautiful! In and out, lover! Fuck me hard! You won't hurt me son! 
Don't be afraid! Screw me!" she cried as her son drove his dick in and out 
of her tight wet cunt-hole. 

Barry slammed his hard young body up against his mother, punching his hard 
young rod in and out of her grasping cunt. Her pussy held him like a vise of 
flesh, squeezing his impaled cock, sucking at it like a hundred greedy 
mouths. He felt his nuts slapping against her steaming crotch as he fucked 
her hard. Her tits were crushed up against his heaving chest. He felt his 
nipples rubbing against her, felt her belly pressing against his as he drove 
his rod into her all the way to his groin. 

"Grind it into me, darling!" she cried. "Move your hips and make it move in 
a circle inside me! That's lovely! Oh God, Barry! You really know how to 
fuck!" she breathed, her belly fluttering with pure delight. 

Barry heard his mother's words and went wild inside with fuck-lust. He was 
so much encouraged by his mother's moans of delight that he fucked her like 
a young stallion, banging against her and making her cunt drip with 
excitement. The boy knew that he would soon shoot a heavy wad into his 
mother's grasping cunt. He didn't know whether he should let that happen or 
not. How would she react if he filled her cunt with cum? 

"Mom, I can't do this much more!" the boy rasped. 

"Yes you can, darling! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I just love it!" she said, 
wrapping her arms around her son. 

"But I'm gonna go off pretty soon, Mom! I'm gonna ejaculate!" he gasped, his 
balls gathered tightly between his legs. 

"I want you to, Barry! I want you to shoot your wad right up my fucking 
cunt! I can't tell you how much I want to take your cum inside me! Fuck me! 
Shoot me full of it!" the hot-assed beauty cried. 

Wendy felt the shuddering pleasure of her own feminine orgasm between her 
legs. Her clit was on fire, a fire kindled by the friction of her son's 
rigid dick against her bud of flesh. His rod kept punching in and out of 
her, stimulating her to the flash point. Her cunt dripped. Her juices flowed 
down her son's dick and drenched his swollen balls. 

"Oh shit! It's gonna happen, Mom! Oh fuck! I'm comin' in you! Take it, Mom! 
Take my fuckin' stuff!" the fourteen-year-old grunted as he shot his hot wad 
up his mother's cunt. 

Wendy felt the flashing rush of her feminine orgasm at exactly the same time 
as her son pumped his sperm into her. Her twat gushed with passion as her 
orgasm tore through her like a tornado. She felt his cum spurting deep 
inside her sucking channel, filling her with balm, mingling with the musky 
fluids of her own passion. 

The two horny fuckers held each other tightly as their orgasms passed over 
them like a storm. The mother and the son shared a kind of peace that was 
not to be shared by them in accordance with the laws of society. They felt 
closer than they had ever felt before. Tliey were both aware that they had 
violated a taboo, but they had enjoyed every ball busting and cunt tingling 
minute of it, and they longed to experience the heat of fucking again. 

"Would you like to take a shower with me. Barry?" she asked later as they 
lay together once again in her soft warm bed. 

"Sure, Mom! That sounds like fun!" the boy said, trying to imagine what it 
would be like to take a warm shower with his lovely naked mother. 

"I'm sure a nice shower will make you horny in no time Barry! All that warm 
water rolling down over your cock and balls will make you stiffen up before 
you know it!" she smiled, reaching down and fondling his soft dick and nuts. 

"Can I wash your breasts, Mom?" the kid asked. 

"Of course, son! You may wash my tits and even my cunt! I'll even wash your 
cock for you, darling! I'll wrap my soapy fingers around that beautiful 
penis and rub it for you until it gets big again!" she said lasciviously, 
her mysterious eyes glittering with excitement. 

"It's gettin' hard already!" the boy said, feeling his cock stirring once 
again under his mother's expert influence. 

"Perhaps we'd better hurry down the hall before we end up fucking right here 
in bed again!" the kid's mother smiled. 

Wendy slipped out of bed with her fourteen-year-old stud and led him down 
the hall on tiptoes. Barry dared to reach out and run his forefinger down 
the crack of her full womanly ass all the way to the nest of her cunt. Wendy 
couldn't help giggling with girlish delight when he tickled her butt. She 
put her finger quickly to her lips. 

"Shhhhhh!" she said, brushing his eager hand away from her ass. "Not here, 
darling! We don't want to wake the others!" 

"Why not, Mom? They know about it already, don't they? I mean, uh, they've 
been doing this stuff longer than I have!" the boy said. 

Barry had given her something to think about. She hadn't considered the 
possibility of having more than one of her sons at once. Barry seemed to 
accept the new relationship with her so completely that he didn't care 
whether his brothers knew what they were doing or not. And why not? Barry 
was right, after all. Brett and Billy had done everything Barry had done 
with her ... and more. Perhaps it would be even more fun to draw all three 
of her eager young sons into her net at the same time. 

Her head swimming with the possibilities of a four way fuck with her family 
of young studs, Wendy led her son into the spacious shower and adjusted the 
spray. She thrilled to the harsh spray against her back and the sensitive 
flesh of her knockers. Hie spray made her tits tingle, made goosepimples 
rise on her thighs. Barry joined her under the shower, tossing his hair 
behind him and thoroughly enjoying the experience of showering with his 
mother. Wendy knew that he would enjoy it even more when she laid her loving 
hands on his wet naked body. 

The hot-assed older woman took the soap and a washcloth in her hands and 
worked up a heavy lather, applying it to her son's chest and stomach. She 
lathered up his naked body from head to toe, thrilling to the feel of his 
skin and thrilling to his immediate reaction to her caresses. 

Barry's dick stood right up when he felt his mother's hands running over his 
body. He was still amazed that she would lavish attention on him, amazed 
that she would know exactly how to turn him on. Her hands seemed to know 
exactly what to do, where to touch him and when. 

When her son's rod was throbbing with blood again, the seductive mother fell 
to her knees and rubbed lather all over the slight growth of hair on her 
son's groin. She lathered his groin up until it looked like a cream pie. She 
rubbed her hand up and down the soapy shaft of his erection until she was 
afraid he might shoot off again. 

"Turn around, darling!" she said. "I want to do something new for you!" 

Barry did as he was told, turning until his ass was facing his mother. He 
felt her soapy hands on his hard young buttocks, felt her fingers kneading 
his butt-flesh. She ran her fingers down the soapy crack of his ass, 
pressing ever so gently against the ring of his anus. . 

"Does that feel good, lover?" she asked sweetly, her cunt tingling. 

"Uh-huh, Mom!" he admitted, wondering what she was up to back there. 

Wendy ran her hand under his ass and grabbed his balls from behind. She 
rubbed his nuts with her wet palm for a moment or two, making them seethe in 
their soapy sac. Then she pressed his asshole harder with the tip of her 
finger, pressed it until she felt her finger entering his tight anus. 

"Gos, Mom! What are you doin'?" Barry said, feeling considerable pain in his 
ass when her finger entered him. 

"Does it hurt, Barry?" his mother asked, pausing. 

"Uh-huh! A little!" the boy said, automatically clenching his buttocks 
against her fingers. 

"I'm sure you'll enjoy it if you let yourself relax, Barry!" Wendy said. 
"Your father always did!" 

"You did this to Dad?" Barry asked in amazement, feeling his mother pushing 
her rigid finger into his tight asshole. 

"That's right, son! He loved it! He did it to me, too! In fact, he used to 
stick his big fat cock right up my ass!" she said, twisting her finger into 
her son's ass. 

"He fucked you in the ass? Are you sure, Mom?" the boy asked. 

"Don't be shocked, darling! Your father did all sorts of wonderful things to 
me! I want you to do those things to me, too, Barry! I want you to fuck me 
in the ass just like your father did! Does that sound like fun to you, son?" 
his homy mother asked, massaging his ass with her finger. 

"Sure, Mom! But won't it hurt?" he asked, jerking a bit when she buried her 
finger in him all the way to her knuckle. 

"It might, darling! But I'm sure I'll get over it! After all, son, your 
father's cock was enormous, and I managed to get used to his! Yours is 
almost as big as his already! Did you know that, darling?" she asked. 

"Wow! Is it? Is that good?" he said, feeling proud of his masculine 
development, looking down at his towering cock. 

"Is it good? It's just wonderful! You have a huge hard cock and you know how 
to use it already! After a few more lessons you'll be able to satisfy any 
woman in the world! And I'm sure you'll have girlfriends hanging all over 
you in a few years, Barry! I certainly wouldn't think of keeping you all for 
myself!" she said, enjoying the way he reacted to her praise. 

After running her finger in and out of her son's asshole a few times she 
stood up and handed her son the soap. He proceeded to lather her naked body 
just as she had done for him. He ran his hands over her silken globes, 
filling the slope between her breasts with suds. He rubbed her soapy 
tit-peaks with his thumbs, making them harden temptingly. He could hardly 
resist bending toward her tits and sucking her soapy nipples into his mouth. 
He ran his hands down over her slightly curved belly and down her sides. He 
tangled his fingers in her pubic nest and lathered up her love-hair. 

"Wash my little pussy now, Barry!" she cooed, spreading her legs slightly 
and inviting him to rub her cunt. 

The eager young lad fell to her knees and began rubbing her frothy cunt with 
the palm of his hand. His mother shivered with delight as he stimulated her 
wet cunt. Water cascaded down over her naked body, dripping from her naked 
breasts, rolling down her thighs and washing the lather on her cunt away 
almost as fast as her son raised it. 

Wendy handed him the washcloth, and told him to rub her cunt with it. He did 
so, rather clumsily at first. Soon he discovered just how to rub her cunt 
with the cloth to make her feel the most pleasure. He held one end of the 
cloth with one hand and reached behind her with the other, taking the other 
end of the cloth and sawing it in and out between her naked legs. 

Wendy leaned against the shower wall and abandoned herself to the maddening 
pleasure her son inspired in her. She gasped and sighed with pleasure as her 
passion built to a peak once again. She shivered and shook, her belly 
fluttering, her legs shaking with excitement and tension. She opened her 
lips and uttered a shrill cry of pure delight as her cunt flashed off in 
ecstasy. She was coming again, and it was even better than the time before. 

"Oh God! Barry! You're making me come! Oh 

Lord! Rub me! Rub my hot fucking cunt! I love it! Make me come! I'm 
comminngg!" she cried in the heat of her depraved lust. 

Barry held her legs tightly as she came, dropping the washcloth when she 
cried out her pleasure and wrapping his wet arms around her naked legs. He 
held her until she stopped whimpering, pressing his face against her 
flashing cunt, inhaling her feminine fragrance. 

 Chapter Nine 

Wendy and Barry stood outside Brett's bedroom. They had finished their 
shower and dried each other in the bathroom. Wendy had mentioned the 
possibility that they might approach Brett and Billy that night and ask them 
to join their sexual activities. Barry had agreed immediately. He was so 
horny now that he would agree to anything, and he had told her so. 

"Are you sure you want to go through with this, darling?" she asked. 

"Sure, Mom! Why not?" Barry asked, his dick throbbing in front of him. 

Wendy opened the door of her thirteen-year-old son's room and stepped in 
with Barry. The horny pair moved quietly to the side of Brett's bed and 
stood there for a second or two. Wendy bent down and drew her son's sheet 
off his body, exposing his naked body. She stared at his sleeping cock, 
longing to have it inside her again. 

Barry flicked on the light and sat down on a chair while his mother worked 
her magic on his brother. She bent over him and blew a stream of warm moist 
breath over his cock and balls. She put one warm hand on his lower stomach 
and began fondling his young nearly hairless balls with the other. She 
touched his resting cock with her lips, flicking out her practiced tongue 
and licking the head of his young tool. 

It wasn't long before Brett's cock started to harden. The thing stood up 
straight from his body, filling with blood before his mother's eyes and 
thickening until it was at full erection. Barry thought it was funny that 
his mother could turn his brother on in his sleep. He couldn't help 
chuckling, and it was the sound of his laughter that stirred his brother 
from his sleep. 

Wendy motioned for Barry to stand by the bed with her. He stood up and 
wrapped his arm around his mother, looking down at his younger brother as he 
opened his eyes. Brett stared up at the two as if he were seeing them in a 
dream. When he realized that his dream was reality, he jumped up and swung 
his legs out of the bed, sitting and staring up at his naked mother and his 
hard-cocked brother. 

Wendy and Barry both laughed when Brett shook his shaggy head and rubbed his 
eyes in disbelief. It was easy for the two to understand his considerable 
amazement at awakening and finding them beside him. Wendy sat down on the 
bed with 

Barry and whispered in her thirteen-year-old's ear. 

"Sorry we had to wake you, Brett darling, but we just had to see you! Will 
you forgive us, darling?" she asked. 

"Uh, sure, Mom," the boy choked, looking over at Barry and staring at the 
hard dick that stuck up from his lap. "But, uh, how come Barry's hard like 
that?" the amazed boy asked, his eyes wide. 

"That should be rather obvious, Brett! Aren't you hard when you're with me . 
.. lately, that is?" she smiled, her hands folded in her naked lap. 

"Yeah, Mom, but that's .different! Isn't it?" the kid asked. 

"Not really, Brett," she smiled. "You see, darling, I've decided that it 
really isn't fair of me to share the joys of fucking only with one of my 
sons! Do you understand, Brett?" she asked, longing to use the hard dick 
that stuck up from Brett's lap. 

"You mean you've been doin' stuff with Barry, too?" the kid asked. 

"She sure has, man!" Barry said. "I just got through fuckin' her!" the 
fourteen-year-old said, obviously proud of his newly discovered prowess. 

"I might as well tell you that Billy has been sharing my favors, too, 
Brett,"she said softly. 

"Billy? But he's just a kid!" Brett said. 

"But he has a nice hard dick, Brett!" Wendy said. "And I've taught him how 
to use it!" 

"You mean we've all been fuckin' you?" Brett asked amazedly. 

"You've been keeping me awfully busy, Brett!" she smiled, reaching out and 
touching her son's naked leg. 

"This is somethin' else!" the boy said, shaking his head in disbelief. 

"This is somethin' else, too!" Wendy laughed, letting her hand fall between 
Brett's legs and rest on the towering length of masculine flesh that stood 
up from the boy's lap. 

"Wow, Mom! What're you gonna do?" Brett asked, clamping his legs together as 
if he didn't want her to touch him there. 

"I don't know, darling. I thought I might start by jerking you off until 
you're good and stiff! Then I thought I might bend down and suck your 
delicious cock for you! And then . .." she said, rubbing his cock with her 
thumb. 

"But, Mom! Barry's watchin'!' Brett said. 

"Who gives a shit!" Barry said with a dirty grin. "You ain't got nothin' I 
want, dumb-ass!" he laughed. 

"I know, but..." Brett said nervously. 

"You really mustn't be so embarrassed, Brett! I thought you'd enjoy sharing 
me with Barry!" Wendy smiled, still working her warm and loving fingers up 
and down the shaft of Brett's swollen whang. 

"Do you really wanna do that?" Brett asked, looking at Wendy and then at his 
brother. 

"Why the fuck not, man?" Barry asked, reaching down and stroking his hard 
prick. "Shit, man! I'm ready and you're ready and Mom's ready! Why not do 
it? She'll tell us what to do! Won't you, Mom?" Barry said, laying a hand on 
his mother's honey-tanned leg. 

"I certainly will, darlings! Til make you both very happy, and you can do 
the same for me! Will you make me happy, Brett? Will you fuck me with that 
beautiful cock of yours?" she asked in a little girl voice, snuggling up 
against Brett and breathing into his ear. 

"If that's what you want, Mom!" Brett said in a husky voice. 

"Wonderful!" Wendy said. "Now lets go and tell Billy about our plans!" 

"Billy? You kiddin'?" Brett gasped. "You mean we're gonna all three do it 
together at the same time?" 

"Of course, darling!" the hot-assed beauty said, standing and leading her 
two boys to the door without a moment's hesitation. "We're one happy family, 
aren't we?" 

The boys had to admit that they were. They had to admit, too, that doing it 
all together like that made their balls stir with excitement. There seemed 
to be no end to the surprises their mother had in store for them. They 
watched her wiggle her shapely ass down the hall in front of them, her 
asscheeks rising and falling in perfect.rhythm The boys winked at each other 
wickedly. Brett was getting more and more eager all the time to share her 
with his brothers. 

When they got to Billy's room Barry reached out and cupped his hand over the 
tufted mound of his mother's cunt from behind. He moved his fingers against 
the dewy lips of her cunt until she giggled with delight. Her girlish 
giggles provoked a boyish laugh from Brett, who reached out and scuffled 
with his brother in an effort to put his hand between her legs, too. They 
were still giggling and scuffling playfully when they burst into Billy's 
room. 

The scene that Billy awakened to was stimulating enough to raise his cock in 
a second or two. He sat up in bed and stared at his mother and his two older 
brothers as they scuffled with each other in the doorway. It was rather 
obvious that the boys were after their mother's cunt. They were pushing each 
other out of the way in order to get at her. 

"Boys! Boys! Please! Now see what you've done! You've awakened Billy!" she 
said in mock seriousness, brushing Brett and Barry away and falling to her 
knees between Billy's young legs. 

"Gosh, Mom!" the kid rasped, his eyes staring. 

"What's happenin'?" 

"That depends on you three boys!" Wendy sang. "You boys could make something 
wonderful happen here tonight!" 

"We're gonna make somethin' happen, all right, Mom!" Barry said excitedly, 
stepping up behind his mother and laying his long hard-on across her 
shoulder. 

"We're all gonna make it with Mom tonight, 

Billy!" Brett said, sitting on the edge of the bed with Billy. 

"You shittin'!" Billy said hoarsely. 

"No shit, man!" Barry said, rubbing his pre-cum slickened dick against 
Wendy's silken shoulder. 

"Why don't I just start the festivities by sucking your delicious little 
dickie, Billy?" Wendy smiled, bending down and engulfing her twelve-year-old 
son's young prick in her voracious mouth. 

Wendy took Billy's erection all the way down her throat, sucking hard on 
him, running her tongue up and down the silken shaft of it. She pressed the 
head of his swollen organ against the roof of her mouth with her tongue and 
bobbed up and down on it, making his nuts ache more and more by the second. 
She reached out with the eagerness of a bitch in heat and grabbed Brett's 
dick at the same time, squeezing it tightly and stroking it up and down in 
her silken fist. 

Brett moved closer to his brother when she pulled him in that direction. 
When his cock was as hard as a baseball bat, the hot-assed woman pulled her 
head off Billy's rod and went down on her thirteen-year-old, sucking him 
wildly until she thought he was ready to shoot his wad down her throat. When 
Brett began grunting deep in his throat she pulled away from his aching tool 
and poised her lovely face over Billy's dick again. 

"Goddam, Mom! You're somethin' else! This is really wild!" Billy said in a 
somewhat squeaky voice that betrayed his exitement. 

"How 'bout me, Mom?" Barry asked, his swollen rod rubbing hot and hard 
against her shoulder. 

"I have plans for you, Barry!" she said in a voice that smouldered with 
sex-heat. "Is your cock big and hard?" 

"Shit yeah, Mom! Just look at it!" Barry said, holding his dick close to her 
face. 

"Ummmmmmmmm!" Wendy breathed, turning and staring at the swollen knob of his 
dick-head, flicking out her tonguetip and catching a droplet of preseminal 
fluid on it. "Why don't you fuck me right in the cunt while I suck Brett and 
Billy off?" 

"How am I supposed to do that, Mom?" he asked. 

"She wants you to fuck her from behind, stupid!" Billy said. 

"That's right, Barry! I want to stick that cock right up my cunt and screw 
the piss out of me!" she said. "Billy and Brett have already done that for 
me, darling! I'm sure youll enjoy it! And, boys, you really mustn't make fun 
of Barry just because he hasn't learned as much about fucking as you have! 
After all, darlings, I only started teaching him tonight!" she said. 

"Yeah, Barry, I guess she's right! You kids take time to learn stuff like 
this!" Billy grinned. 

Barry flushed with embarrassment but managed a half smile. 

"I'll just bend over like this," Wendy said, spreading her long lithe legs 
and bending over until her lips were only an inch or two away from Brett's 
dripping cock. "Now you just sink that big hard cock of yours right in my 
little cunnie! Wendy said, her twat flowing cunt-honey. 

Wendy waited until his son stepped up behind her and pushed his cock-head up 
against her hot cunt. Then she reached between her legs and guided his hard 
tool between the hanging lips of her open sex. gasping when he bucked his 
ass and drove the jerking thing into her. 

"Oh God! Not so hard, darling! It's so big!" she said, feeling the 
stretching of her juicy cunt as he drove his prick into her all the way to 
the hilt. 

"Sorry, Mom! I didn't mean to hurt you!" Barry said, pulling his rod out of 
her cunt until the head of it almost slipped all the way out. 

"No, darlin! Don't pull it out! I want it inside me!" Wendy said, still 
reaching between her legs and wrapping her fingers around her son's hairy 
balls. "Just be gentle with me, lover! Wait until I get used to that big fat 
thing!" she said. 

"Okay, Mom!" Barry replied, letting his dick sink back into her moist rosy 
channel. "Can I move it just a little bit now? It feels awful good in 
there!" 

"Of course you may, lover, but be careful at first," she said, her cunt 
grasping her son's swollen whang. "Ummmmmmmm! That feels just delicious!" 
she breathed when she felt him moving his rod in a tight circular motion 
deep in her grasping cunt. 

"Suck my dick, Mom!" Billy said. 

"I'm first, Billy!" Brett insisted, his rock-hard dick throbbing 
thunderously. 

"I'm older'n you are!" 

"No, boys, you mustn't fight over me! Perhaps we can arrive at some sort of 
arrangement that will satisfy both of you darlings! Now who shall I suck 
first? They're both just delicious looking! Brett's is thick and Billy's is 
long and just dripping with juice! I just can't make up my mind! I think 
I'll just have to suck both of them at once!" she said lasciviously. 

"Both of us at once!" Brett said amazedly, his nuts aching. 

"Of course, boys! That way I won't cause any friction, only the friction of 
your cocks rubbing against each other!" she smiled. "Now throw your leg over 
Billy's!" she said. 

Brett hesitated for a moment, but when he saw that his mother really 
expected him to do what she said, he obeyed. The two boys moved closer 
together, Brett's leg slung over Billy's. Wendy's lovely face was only an 
inch or two away from their towering dicks. She told them to move closer 
together, but they had already gotten as close together as they could in 
their position. She reached out and tried to pull their cocks together, but 
it was no use. 

"You'll just have to stand up, boys!" she said. "That's right! Stand up and 
almost face each other! That's the way, darlings! Now rub your cock-heads 
together! Doesn't that feel good, boys?" the hot-assed mother said 
lasciviously, her twat dripping with love-juice as her fourteen-year-old 
moved his rod slowly and gently inside her from behind. 

Brett and Billy had to admit that their cocks really did feel good rubbing 
together like that. Their dick-heads slipped and slid over each other, well 
lubricated by their free flowing preseminal fluid. Their horny mother was 
showing them all sorts of new and exciting things that they could do with 
her. There seemed to be no end to the new delights she could share with 
them. The boys rubbed their cocks together for a while as their mother 
watched, her lips glistening in the lamplight. 

When Wendy was too horny to resist sucking them another second she reached 
out her silky hand and grasped their two rock-hard pricks, pulling them 
together and stroking them up and down. Their dicks were so thick when she 
pulled them together, that she had to use both hands to encircle the 
towering posts. Her fingers slid up and down in a masturbating motion 
easily. Their rods were dripping with slippery preseminal fluid. The boys 
had never been hornier in their young lives. 

Wendy flicked out her tongue and teased the heads of their rods. She moved 
her fingers so as to make their dicks rub together while she jerked them up 
and down. She never stopped masturbating them even for a minute while she 
licked their purplish swollen dick-heads. Greedy for the taste of hot cock, 
Wendy finally opened her mouth as widely as she possibly could and tried to 
take the two boys' swollen cocks into her sweet face. 

"Goddam, Mom! You really know how to make a guy feel good! You're sure a 
good sucker!" Billy said as her mouth engulfed his rod along with his horny 
older brother's. 

"Yeah, Mom! You're the greatest! We're lucky to have a mom like you! If you 
didn't do stuff like this for us we'd still be beatin' off every night!" 
Brett said in a husky voice. 

"Damn right! This sure beats jackin' off! Fuck! This beats anything I can 
think of!" Barry chimed in, grinding his pelvis against his mother's ass and 
making his rod move in a circle inside her grasping twat. 

Brett and Billy began flexing the muscles of their young asses, driving 
their rods deeper and deeper into their mother's sucking throat. They saw 
their bulging cock-heads moving in her face. Brett reached down and stroked 
her cheek, feeling his own cock moving inside her face. The boys felt their 
cock shafts rubbing against her pearly teeth, making them shiver with pure 
pleasure. Her throat sucked at their pricks, making their balls swell with 
hot semen. 

Wendy didn't know how she could possibly take both of her sons' cocks all 
the way down her throat, but she was trying valiantly. She was on the brink 
of choking already, and their dicks were still far from the back of her 
throat. She felt her cunt blazing, and the fire in her twat made her try 
even harder to take her boys' organs down her throat. 

"Suck 'em, Mother!" Brett rasped, his cock aching in her face. "Suck them 
dicks! Suck them fuckers real fuckin' good!" the boy growled, beginning to 
rock back and forth on the balls of his feet. 

"Yeah, Mom! Take those cocks all the way! Make us come, Mom! Come on! We 
gotta come in your mouth!" Billy begged, joining his older brother in 
rocking back and forth against her. 

Barry was beginning to move harder and faster inside her sucking snatch. He 
was beginning to piston her cunt harder and harder by the second. His nuts 
were slapping against his mother's steamy crotch as he fucked her juicy 
cunt. He could hear the wet slurping sounds that his big dick was making as 
it punched in and out of her secret place. 

Wendy was alive with sensation from head to toe. Trie friction of Barry's 
cock against her hot little clit was causing a raging fire in her belly. She 
gobbled Billy's and Brett's dicks greedily, nibbling their cock-shafts, 
sucking them, licking their dick-heads, making them run with pre-cum. She 
was hot all over. Her big beautiful breasts shook whenever her 
fourteen-year-old banged his lean young body up against her back. Her 
nipples were stiff and excited. She felt them tingle when Billy and Brett 
each reached out a hand and grabbed her swinging tits. 

Wendy reached between her legs and grabbed Barry's heavy swinging nuts. She 
squeezed his swollen sperm-filled organs tightly, tugging at them as he 
rammed his distended dick in and out of her sucking sheath. Her pussy juice 
was being worked into a hot musky froth by the shaft of her son's cock as it 
banged in and out of her wet cunt-hole. She had never felt so well fucked, 
so full of hot throbbing cock. She had been surrounded by throbbing dicks 
and urgent horny males once before in the woods on the day of her cruel 
rape. But this was completely different. Her boys wery not trying to hurt 
her. They were only trying to make her feel good. 

Wendy knew that the boys were getting more and more urgent in their hot 
fucking, more and more eager to please, more and more sure of themselves. 
And yet she knew that they were merely learning how to get their rocks off 
in the most ball busting way they knew. She expected them to be a bit more 
rough with her now that they had overcome their earlier reticence. She 
thought she could learn to enjoy their youthful power. 

The hot-assed woman recognized that a change was coming over her. In the 
past she had been terribly afraid of mascline power, relating it to her 
terrible experience in the woods with the gang of rapists. But now she was 
actually enjoying it. She was actually enjoying being fucked hot and hard by 
three strong and horny young men. She felt that her acceptance of her sons' 
masculinity might allow her to accept at some time in the future a man her 
own age again. 

"God, Mom! I'm gonna shoot it!" Barry grunted, thrusting his rod deep into 
her sucking cunt. "I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' wad right up your cunt, Mom!" 

Wendy felt Barry's rocks shooting off inside her. She knew that Brett and 
Billy were about to fill her face with hot cum, too. She needed them, big 
and hard. She had another use for two stiff dicks. In order to save their 
sperm and the stiffness of their cocks, the hot-assed woman pulled off them 
and let them jerk up from their young laps. 

"Gosh, Mom! Aren't you gonna suck us off and make us come?" Billy asked, his 
nuts aching to empty their sperm into her. 

"I need you hard, darlings! I want you boys to fuck me now!" she said in a 
voice thick with depraved lust. 

"Oh shit, Mom! This is wild! I'm still coming. Mom! I can't stop! Your 
cunt's just suckin' it out of me!" the boy rasped, his balls pumping spurt 
after spurt of cum up inside her. 

"Oh, Barry! I love you, son! I love my boys! You make me so hot! I love your 
dicks inside me! Keep shooting your sperm up my cunt, Barry! Shoot it! Fill 
me up with it! I want to feel it rolling down my legs! Drown me in it!" she 
cried, abandoning herself to her depraved desires for her three willing 
young studs. 

Barry shot his rocks into her until he was actually too weak to stand up. By 
the time he had finished fucking her, his legs were shaking uncontrollably. 
He had to pull his deflating dick out of her and fall on the bed with his 
two hard-cocked brothers. 

"That was somethin' else! Wow! And you lucky fuckers have been doing this 
shit all this time! You should've told me! I've been beatin' off all this 
time and trying to get into Bernice's pants for nothin'!" Barry said. 

"Bernice doesn't know what she's missing!" Wendy smiled, bending down and 
licking some of the sperm off Barry's cock. 

While she was bent over Barry's rod, Billy kneeled behind her and began 
licking her open cunt, tasting her free-flowing feminine juices and his own 
brother's ejaculated sperm. His tongue raced over her flesh, driving her 
wild with lust. She was ready for another cock in her cunt. She decided that 
she needed one in her tight asshole too. 

 Chapter Ten 

"Are you boys ready to try something new?" she asked. 

"Sure, Mom!" Brett and Billy said almost in unison. 

"Would you like to fuck me in the ass?" she asked sweetly. 

"You mean, fuck you like Barry did?" Brett asked. 

"No, darling," she said, reaching behind her and spreading her luscious 
butt-cheeks. "I want you boys to fuck me right here!" she said, pointing to 
her asshole. 

"Gosh, Mom! Can we do that? I mean, uh, wouldn't it hurt?" Billy asked. 

"Of course it will, Billy! But I'm sure I'll enjoy it if you're gentle with 
me!" she said, stroking her anus with her fingertip. 

"But that's an awful small hole, Mom!" Brett said. "How could my dick go in 
there?" he asked, staring at the swollen post that stuck up from his lap. 

"It might take some stretching first, Brett darling. I think Billy can help 
with that! His cock isn't quite as big as yours. Billy darling, would you 
like to try stretching my little asshole a bit?" she asked, glancing down at 
his rigid young cock. 

"How do we do it, Mom?" the boy asked, willing to do anything to satisfy her 
and his own aching for release. 

"Ill just bend over like this, lover! Now you step up behind me like a good 
boy and push your hard-on against my little asshole!" she said. 

Wendy's asshole tightened when she felt his hot dick-head pressing up 
against her quivering anus. The heat of her son's swollen dick-head soaked 
into her, helping her asshole loosen up just a bit. She tried to relax the 
muscles of her anal sphincter, tried to let her son into her where he had 
never been before. She knew how much she would enjoy the feeling of hard 
cock up her tight ass. She had loved taking her husband's cock up her ass, 
had loved the stretching sensation and even the pain it caused her. It would 
be even more stimulating now, how that she had three boys to fill every hole 
in her sexy body. Now she could have a cock in her ass, in her cunt, and in 
her mouth at the same time. 

Billy pressed his rod against her asshole as hard as he could, flexing the 
muscles of his ass and poking his dick against her, but it was in vain. Her 
tight asshole refused to let him in in spite of his efforts. 

"I can't get it in, Mom!" Billy said. 

"Maybe you should try your finger first, darling," she said, having no 
intention of giving up so easily. 

Billy replaced his dick with his finger, pressing his fingertip against her 
and twisting it slightly. She told him to spit on his finger. The boy did as 
he was told and finally his finger began to go into her ass. 

"It's goin' in, Mom!" Billy said excitedly. "Oh God! I know, Billy!" Wendy 
gasped, feeling a searing pain when his finger pushed into her. 

"Am I hurtin' you, Mom?" Billy asked, ready to pull his finger out of her in 
an instant if she told him to. 

"You're not hurting me, Billy! My God! It's been so long since a man has 
done this to me!" she whimpered. "Move your finger in and out, Billy! Be 
gentle!" she breathed. 

Billy finger-fucked mother's asshole for a while, loosening her tight anal 
sphincter slowly until she thought she might be ready to take something 
longer and thicker into her. 

"Try your cock again, lover! Is it slippery?" she said, reaching down and 
rubbing her fingers over his pre-cum slickened dick-head. "That should do 
quite nicely, Billy!" she said, her asshole quivering. 

"Do you think I can make it go in. Mom?" the boy asked. 

"I certainly hope so, Billy! I need that dick up my ass! I've been waiting 
so long for it!" she said, longing for the feeling of stretching and rubbing 
deep in her tight ass. 

Billy eagerly replaced his finger with his cock, bucking his ass up against 
her, but getting nowhere fast. She told him to take his cock in his hand and 
push the head of it against her asshole with his fingers. He obeyed, 
wiggling his swollen cock-head and pushing on it with all his might. 

"Barry, why don't you run down to the bathroom and bring us a jar of 
Vaseline? That might help considerably!" Wendy suggested. 

Barry jumped up and ran down the hall, returning with the jar in a flash. 
Wendy dipped into it and reached behind her to rub a gob of the slippery 
cream over her tight "little asshole. She managed to get her fingers into 
her anal ring, too, slickening up her inner passage. She rubbed some of the 
lubricant on the swollen prick that she wanted inside her. Billy's body 
shook each time her loving fingers stroked the hard head of his tool. The 
boy was horny beyond belief, and Wendy intended to keep him that way. 

"Now, darling, that should do it! Stick it in me, lover! Fuck my ass until I 
tell you to stop, Billy! Don't be afraid of hurting me! I'm so hot for it 
now that I don't care whether you hurt me or not!" she cried, backing up 
against her son's rigid young manhood. 

Billy didn't really expect his cock to go in so easily, but it did. He 
pushed it against her tight little ring of muscle for a second or two and 
all of a sudden he was inside her. The boy felt her anus grasping his rod 
and holding it tightly in a viselike grip. Her asshole grabbed his cock much 
harder than her cunt had. It was a completely different sensation, but a 
highly pleasurable one indeed. 

Wendy gasped in pain when her son's dick pushed beyond her tight barrier. 
She had expected his dick to hurt a little the first time he shoved it into 
her, but not nearly as much as it actually did. She had had no idea that his 
cock would feel so huge in her ass. It felt as though a baseball bat had 
been shoved into her anal channel. She wondered if Billy's rod hadn't grown 
a few inches in length and thickness. 

"Oh, Billy! Billy! Be gentle! I didn't think it would hurt so much!" she 
cried, the searing pain slowly subsiding as her asshole stretched to 
accommodate her son's steel-hard dick. 

Wendy rested her hands on her ankles and breathed deeply until she thought 
her asshole was ready to accept some movement on Billy's part. She knew that 
it was awfully hard for the boy to just stand there with his cock up his 
mother's tight warm ass without doing anything to gratify himself. She knew 
that his natural instincts told him to lunge forward and shove his 
lust-incited cock all the way into her ass and out again until he shot off 
in her. 

"I think I'm ready now, Billy!" she said at length. "Move it inside me now, 
darling! Slowly at first!" she said, holding her breath as her son began 
sinking his rod deeper and deeper into her ass. 

Wendy was glad that she hadn't chosen Brett or Barry to fill her asshole 
first. Both boys were much too huge between their legs for her to accept 
them into her asshole until she had been stretched by her twelve-year-old. 
Just the thought of taking Brett's monstrous cock with a shaft as thick as a 
child's wrist almost made her see stars. 

Billy pushed up against his mother's tight grasping ass until his rod was 
buried in her all the way to his balls. He felt her full womanly asscheeks 
warm and soft against his groin. He reached out and let his hands fall on 
her bent-over back, stroking her gently as he began stroking in and out of 
her. Her ass was infinitely tighter than her cunt. He felt as if his dick 
were being squeezed by a warm hand donning a velvet glove. 

"In and out, lover!" she breathed, feeling his rod up inside her. "Fuck me 
right in the ass! Oh, Billy! This is heavenly! Screw your mother's butt!" 
she whimpered, going wild with naked desire. 

Billy took her whimpers of delight as a signal to begin fucking her harder 
and faster. He couldn't really help himself now. His dick needed to rub hard 
and fast against her tight anal sphincter. His balls needed to feel the hot 
sensation of stroking in and out of her slick channel. Encouraged by his 
horny mother, the boy let himself go, rocking back and forth against her, 
driving his tool in and out of her with the speed and force of a pile driver 
of flesh. And all of this while his brothers watched. 

Wendy sensed that Billy enjoyed showing off his talent for butt fucking. It 
was something that Brett and Barry hadn't tried yet. She knew too that the 
audience was enjoying the show immensely. Barry's dick was hard and ready 
again, even though he had already given up his wad again and again that 
night. Brett was as horny as hell. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, 
his muscles tight. He seemed to be ready to spring to his feet at the drop 
of a hint and join the hot fucking activities. 

The hot-assed mother's cunt was dripping with excitement. She was having the 
time of her life. She was surrounded by boys who wanted nothing more than to 
satisfy her lusty urges. And she wanted nothing more than to satisfy theirs 
in return. She had to let them all into the act. 

"Oh God, that feels good, Billy! It's so big and hard inside me! Your cock 
never ceases to amaze me, Billy! It always feels huge! I can't imagine how 
it will feel when you've grown to full size!" she gasped as he pistoned her 
asshole. 

"Man, does that feel good!" Brett said. 

"Oh shit, yeah! It's wild! You gotta try this some time, Brett! Maybe Mom'll 
let you!" Billy told his older brother. 

"Can I try it, Mom?" Brett asked. "Please?" 

"How 'bout me?" Barry asked, putting his hands on his legs and showing her 
his cock. "See, Mom! I'm hard again!" 

"But you boys are too big! Perhaps later! But my pussy is just itching! I'm 
so hot, so fucking hot for you! Come and lick my cunt, Brett! Lick it and 
make your mother hotter than a furnace!" she said, beckoning her son to come 
to her. 

Brett jumped up and got between her legs, burying his handsome young face 
between her legs and licking at her dripping gash. The boy could see his kid 
brother's nuts swinging as he jammed his dick in and out of her tight 
asshole. He could hear his brother's rod slipping and sliding in and out of 
her grasping asshole. Her breasts shook as her son banged his belly against 
her asscheeks with each thrust into her. 

"Will you suck me off, Mom?" Barry asked, standing and presenting her with 
his cock. 

"Of course I will, lover!" she said. "You'll have to crouch down a bit, 
Barry!" 

When Barry's cock was close enough, the hot-assed older woman reached out 
and took him in her loving hands. She drew his rod close to her face, 
blowing her sweet breath over his swollen knob for a moment or two and then 
closing her rosy lips around his cock. She sucked him hard, sucking every 
inch of him down her sweet throat. He couldn't help moving his tool inside 
her. She managed only with the greatest of difficulty to. avoid choking when 
her fourteen-year-old boy began rocking his rod in and out of her. 

Brett was busily lapping his mother's dripping twat while she sucked his 
brother's dick and took his other brother's rod up her ass. Wendy was being 
worked into a frezy of fuck-lust by her three sons. She had never felt so 
completely filled with cock in her life. There was none of the suffering and 
shame of her rape at the hands of the gang years before, only pure bliss. 
She was just beginning to realize that she loved being fucked by more than 
one male at the same time, at least when it was done with some gentility. 
And she loved nothing better than to be fucked and sucked by her three 
children. 

"Goddam, Mom!" Billy rasped. "Your ass is tight and hot in there! Wow! This 
is great stuff, Mom!" the boy said as he punched his stiff meat and out of 
her sucking ass. 

"Suck my dick, Mom! Oh fuck! Suck the cum out of that fucker! You do that so 
fuckin' good! Suck me!" Barry growled, gyrating his pelvis and moving his 
dick in a circle inside his mother's sucking throat. 

Brett nibbled her cuntlips and flicked his tongue over her blazing clit. Her 
juices were flowing freely, dampening his lips with dew. Her cunt was wildly 
intoxicating, enouh to make his young head reel with pure delight. 

The air was filled with the sounds of fucking and sucking, little cries of 
delight from Wendy's lips, wet slurping sounds from between her legs, grunts 
of pleasure from the three horny boys. All three fuckers were hotter than 
they had ever been, and they all sensed that this was only the beginning of 
their new and wild sexual relationship. 

"I'm gonna shoot it, Mom!" Barry rasped, his nuts as tight as a fist between 
his striving legs. "Get ready for this, baby! I'm gonna fill your little 
mouth with sperm! Take it! Take that stuff! Drink it all down, Mom! You're 
gonna love it!" he growled. 

Wendy thrilled to the sound of her fourteen-year-old boy's voice as his 
passion grew to the bursting point. She knew that he was having the time of 
his life. She knew, too, that he would have an even better time each time 
she gave him a piece. She prepared for the hot spurt of cum that was soon to 
signal her son's nut-busting orgasm. 

The horny mother almost strangled when her boy shot her sucking throat full 
of thick white sperm. She felt a hot shot of it blasting against the back of 
her throat. The first blast was followed by another and another and another 
in rapid succession. He seemed to have an endless supply of the stuff in his 
heavy young balls. She drank it up thirstily, coughing and sputtering all 
the while. When she had consumed all the sperm he had for her she pulled her 
lips off his tool and smiled up at him. 

"Delicious, Barry!" she said, licking her lips. "I just love the way you 
fuck my face!" 

"Oh, Mom! You can suck me anytime! Damn! That was the greatest! I'm never 
gonna jack off again!" the boy said, still feeling the surging sensations of 
his post-orgasmic rush. 

"I'm gonna shoot it too, Mom!" Billy said, pounding her asshole in a hot 
sexual frenzy. "Is it all right, Mom? Can I come in your ass?" 

"Yes, darling! Do anything you wish! Shoot my ass full of it, lover!" the 
hot-assed woman cried, her tits shakig with the force of his forward 
thrusts. 

Wendy's twat was near the flash point, on fire with the stimulation of her 
son's wildly lapping tongue. He sucked her clit, fastening his lips around 
the little bud and working at it just the way she had taught him. She felt 
her body shaking suddenly as her orgasm tore through her. 

"I'm coming! Fuck me! Suck my cunt! Oh God! God!" she cried. 

The horny mother seethed with delight, her twat flashing with sexual 
electricity as she came. Her ass was filled with hard dick. She felt Billy's 
rod suddenly snapping up even harder than before deep inside her asshole. 
She felt him shooting hard and ' fast inside her, filling her anal channel 
with thick sperm. The boy grunted and groaned as he ejaculated into her. His 
groans of pleasure seemed to increase the sensations of Wendy's flashing 
orgasm, mingling with her own shrill cries of delight. 

The three fuckers fell together in a hot embrace. Brett's hard cock throbbed 
in his mother's hand. She squeezed his tool and began jerking it up and down 
as her other two boys licked and kissed her naked body. They sucked her tits 
and licked her cunt and stroked her all over while she jerked Brett's rod 
.with her warm hand. 

It wasn't long before Brett was shooting at her, squirting hot sperm all 
over her arm. She kept beating him off until every last drop of his cream 
had spurted out of his nuts. She rubbed the thick balm all over her arm, 
smiling at him wickedly as she smoothed her hand around in it. She bent down 
and popped Brett's slowly softening dick in her mouth, sucking at it 
contentedly and tasting his sperm on her lips. 

The three insatiable young studs fucked their lascivious mother again and 
again that night. 

 Chapter Eleven 

"You sure you wanna do this, Mom?" Billy asked, leaning his head out the car 
window and almost getting slapped in the face by low hanging branches. 

"What's the matter, Billy? Are you afraid of the birds and the bees?" Brett 
asked, his cock quivering between his legs. 

"Afraid one of those bees are gonna sting your peter?" Barry asked in a 
teasing tone. "I wouldn't worry about that if I were you, kid! That dick's 
so small, no bee could find it!" he laughed, cuffing his kid brother on the 
shoulder. 

The boys were getting horny already, and they weren't even out in the woods 
yet. They had been fucking their mother for three weeks, learning all sorts 
of wild things that they could do with each other. There seemed to be no end 
to the ball-busting things she could dream up for them. This time she had 
deciced to move the festivities out of doors. 

The idea of fucking in the woods had turned the kids on powerfully. All 
three boys liked hiking and outdoor activities, but this sort of outdoor 
activity would .outdo all the others. The mere thought of taking off all 
their clothes and running around stark naked in the woods was enough to make 
their balls stir. The thought of actually sticking their dicks in their 
mother's cunt under such circumstances almost made them shoot off in their 
pants. 

There was something stimulating about being naked in the open air, something 
taboo, something exhilarating above and beyond the mere fact that they were 
nude. And Wendy knew that the boys loved doing things that were slightly 
taboo. She could hardly wait to find the spot she was looking for. It was a 
very special spot, a spot she hadn't visited in years. 

The idea had come to her while she was thinking over the change that had 
come over her family life recently. She began to realize that her fear of 
men was disappearing ... disappearing in the warmth of the love and 
attention with which her sons had been bathing her. She suddenly realized 
that she no longer felt the shudder of fear when she thought about having 
sex with a man her own age. She had stayed away from Mark since she had 
started indulging in her sexual fantasies with her three sons, but she 
considered the possibility that she might turn to Mark in the near future. 
But was she ready? 

The only way to be certain that she was ready for a man again was, of 
course, to give herself to a man, a gentle man such as Mark, and see how 
things turned out. But there was another way to test her state of mind. She 
had always felt terrified whenever she thought of the way she had been raped 
by Tony and his biker friends. Even the thought of the woods and the cabin 
in which she had been trapped and betrayed had filled her with terror. But 
lately she had been able once again to relive the experience, and relive it 
without bursting into tears. Perhaps if she tried to find the exact spot 
where her mortifying rape had occurred she could gauge how well healed her 
emotional wounds now were. 

"This looks like it might be the spot, boys!" Wendy said, pulling off the 
dusty lane and parking the car. 

Wendy of course hadn't told the boys why she had chosen this particular spot 
for their little outing. She had told them only that she would try to find a 
cabin in the woods where she had gone on picnics when she had been a 
teenager. Little did they know that she wanted to let the boys fuck her on 
the spot where a gang of cruel rapists had ravished her. 

"You get the picnic basket, Billy!" Barry said, jumping out of the car with 
Brett and leaving his brother to carry everything. 

Wendy trudged the brush for several minutes before she found what appeared 
to be a half overgrown trail into the woods. She called her boys and led the 
three lads deeper and deeper into the undergrowth. It was obvious that the 
trail hadn't been used in years. The fact that the trail had been almost 
entirely reclaimed by nature made Wendy feel more than ever that the 
experience could now be forgotten. 

The woman had a strange feeling as she walked down the trail toward the 
cabin she had dreamed of so many times. She felt like turning back at first, 
but she somehow managed to control herself and continue her journey into the 
past. The boys followed her eagerly, obviously looking forward to shedding 
their "clothes and being naked in the full light of day. 

"I'm gonna get my dick out right here!" Barry said, reaching down and 
tearing down his zipper. 

Wendy smiled when her son reached into his pants and hauled out his long 
thick cock. She had taught all three boys to do whatever they felt like 
doing on the spur of the moment, providing of course that it could be done 
without shocking the residents of their fair city. She loved to watch her 
boys letting themselves go. They seemed to be much more free spirited and 
happy lately. They joined in her spirit of lusty abandon, willing to do 
anything and everything to satisfy their sexual desires. 

"Can we do it right here, Mom?" Billy asked, pointing to a small clearing. 

"A little farther, darling!" she said, giggling when Barry wrapped his 
fingers around his dick and started jerking off as he walked. "You really 
can't wait, can you, Barry?" she laughed. 

"Must be the fresh air or somethin', Mom! I'm so horny I could fuck a dog." 
Barry said, shaking his swollen cock at his mother. 

"Well, darling, we don't have a dog! Will I do in a pinch?" Wendy smiled, 
unbuttoning her blouse as she walked. 

The hot-assed woman wasn't wearing a bra today. In fact, she wasn't wearing 
anything under her dress. She felt the breeze playing over her naked legs 
under her short skirt. When she opened her blouse the warm summer sun fell 
on her beautiful bosoms, making her tits tingle and her skin glow with 
warmth. She breathed deeply, opening her blouse completely and baring 
herself for her benefit and that of her sons. 

Wendy walked through the woods with her three dutiful young sons, her firm 
free-flowing breasts jiggling temptingly as she walked. She felt bold and 
liberated, free to do anything that came into her pretty head. She knew that 
her sons felt the same way. Her feelings were a far cry from the way they 
had been on her last trip to the woods. 

"You sure there's not gonna be anybody out here?" Billy asked, looking 
around and seeing no sign of intruders. 

"I don't believe anyone has been out here in years, Billy!" Wendy said, 
wanting to get'naked as soon as possible. "I'm sure we'll be all alone here, 
boys!" 

"We're gonna fuck up a storm, huh, Mom!" Brett said excitedly, his cock 
stiff in his tight Levi's. 

"Hey, you guys, there's a cabin up there!" Bill said, pointing down the 
trail. 

Wendy shivered a bit when she saw the cabin where she had been so cruelly 
treated. The cabin was covered by vines now. The boys managed somehow to 
clear away the bushes and push the door open. They explored the place for a 
while while their mother stood outside. Brett looked back at her and thought 
she seemed far away, as if she were daydreaming about something. 

"Hey, Mom, there's an old bed in here! Do you think anybody used to live 
here?" Billy asked. 

"I'm sure that many people have slept in that bed, darling," she called. 

"You wanna come in, Mom?" Billy asked. 

"I believe I'll forego the pleasure!" Wendy said, having seen as much of the 
inside of that cabin as she cared to. "Why don't we find a nice place for 
our picnic?" she said, turning and heading for an open space of short grass 
a few yards away. 

As far as Wendy was concerned she had met her fears and conquered them. She 
had actually stood outside the cabin and hadn't felt the terror that she had 
always associated with the scene.'Perhaps now her life would be less 
hindered by the ghosts of the past. 

The boys poured out of the cabin and followed their seductive mother to the 
clearing. She took the picnic cloth out of the basket and spread it on the 
grass. The boys sat cross-legged around the cloth, ogling their mother's 
naked tits as she smoothed the fabric. Wendy glanced down at her boy's 
crotches and saw that they were all hard and horny already. Barry's long 
thick rod was still sticking up out of his pants. 

"There's nothing like fucking to whet the appetite, boys," the hot-assed 
older woman said, letting her blouse slip off her shoulders. "Why don't you 
darlings eat my pussy as an appetizer?" she suggested, unfastening her skirt 
and letting it fall around her ankles. 

"Sure beats fried chicken!" Brett laughed, standing up and stripping. 

Wendy lay on her back on the checkered cloth and faced her three boys, 
spreading her long lovely legs as wide as she could and opening her seething 
cunt. While her three young studs were shucking their pants and kicking off 
their shoes, the hot-assed mother reached between her spread legs and 
diddled herself, making her hot feminine juices flow freely. 

The three naked boys scrambled into position between their mother's legs. 
They fought for the opportunity to be the first to lick her hot twat. Barry 
managed to get his face between her legs first. He began licking and sucking 
her rosy gash with a passion, running his eager young tongue up and down her 
juicy crack until her twat trembled with maddening excitement. 

"Suck my clitoris, darling!" Wendy said in a voice trembling with passion. 

"Suck her good, Barry! Make her hot!" Billy said, sitting cross-legged 
beside his mother and stroking his rigid dick. 

"Eat the pussy, Barry!" Brett rasped, standing over her beautiful body and 
jerking off leisurely while he watched his older brother suck his mother's 
blazing cunt. 

"I want a cock to suck, boys!" Wendy sang, her lips glistening, longing for 
the taste and feel of a stiff dick. 

"You've got it, Mom!" Brett said, crouching over his mother's beautiful face 
and pushing his cock down until the head of it pointed at her pretty lips. 

"Ummmmmmmm! It looks delicious as always, Brett darling!" she said, licking 
the lips of his cock until a droplet of pre-cum oozed onto her tongue. "Give 
it all to me, lover! Stick it down my throat and fuck my face for a while!" 
the luscious seductress said in a voice thick with desire. 

"I'll fuck your face, all right, Mom! I'll squirt my sperm right down your 
throat if you want me to!" she heard her horny son say. 

Wendy wrapped her sweet lips around the throbbing length of cock between her 
thirteen-year-old boy's legs and sucked him into her pretty face. She bobbed 
back and forth on his distended dick while he flexed his ass muscles and 
drove his rod in and out of her. The pressure of his dick against the back 
of her throat made her nearly choke with each forward thrust, but she 
endured the discomfort for the sake of her son's pleasure. The hot-assed 
mother felt her son's tongue between her legs, making her twitch and tingle 
with delight. The horny kid stiffened his tongue and poked it in and out of 
her, flicking it against her clit and making her body jerk with sexual 
sensation. She raised her ass off the checkered cloth, thrusting her pelvis 
out and making her cunt rub harder against her son's face. She ground her 
juicy twat against his handsome face, covering his cheeks with the honey of 
her feminine passion. 

Wendy reached out and wrapped her loving fingers around Billy's stiff young 
dick. The boy had kneeled at her side and presented his cock to be worked on 
in her expert fashion. She squeezed his naked tool tightly, stroking it up 
and down in rhythm with Brett's stroking in and out of her mouth and her own 
pelvic thrusts against Barry's face. 

"You do that real good, Mom! You're the hottest woman in the world!" the 
twelve-year-old boy said when he felt her fingers stroking his taut flesh. 

"She's the only woman we need!" Brett rasped, mouth-fucking his hot-assed 
mother harder and harder. 

"Right on!" Barry said, his lips covered with his mother's musky dew. 

Wendy was thrilled that her boys considered her to be the only woman they 
needed, but their attitude was beginning to bother her just a bit. She had 
had no intention of monopolizing their sexual attentions. She had drawn them 
into her web of seduction on a whim to satisfy a personal need. She knew, 
however, that her boys had to explore the joys of fucking with girls their 
own ages. She had taught them all they needed to know about screwing. All 
they needed to do now was expand their vistas a bit. She would have to 
encourage them to seek fulfillment in girls their own ages. And she knew 
that she would soon be ready to seek fulfillment in a man her own age. In 
the meantime, there was plenty of opportunity to revel with her willing 
young sons. But before long she knew that she would have to push them out of 
the nest. 

Wendy sucked her son's dick until she was sure that he was about to squirt 
his semen down her throat. Just as the moment when his balls were about to 
explode, she reached out and held his nuts, squeezing them tightly. He 
seemed to know that she wanted him to stop face-fucking her. The boy 
somewhat reluctantly pulled his tool out of her mouth and let it snap up 
against his taut stomach, splattering his skin with pre-cum. 

"Brett darling, would you like to fuck me in the ass with that stiff cock of 
yours?" she asked. 

"Shit yeah, Mom! Anything you want!" the boy said, his eyes glittering with 
unabashed lust. 

"I'd like to have two cocks in me, boys! I'd like to have a cock up my 
little ass and one in my cunt at the same time! Does that sound like fun to 
you?" she asked, licking her lusty lips. 

"Yeah, Mom! That sounds great! But how are we gonna do that?" Brett asked. 

"Brett, you sit right here," she said, smoothing out the picnic cloth. 
"Spread your legs, darling! That's right, lover! My God! Your dick is so 
hard! It seems to get bigger every week!" she breathed, marveling at his 
long young tool of pleasure. 

"Sure, Mom! Muscles always get bigger when you use 'em a lot!" the kid 
grinned. 

"Barry darling, I'm going to sit right down on Brett's cock! Then I want you 
to try getting yours into my cunt!" she said. "I know that this is going to 
be difficult, but where there's a will there's a way. And I just know 
there's a will!" she said, reaching out and letting her fingers trail down 
over Barry's slippery dick. 

Brett spit on the head of his already slippery cock and held it up straight 
with two fingers. His mother crouched over his tool and ever so slowly 
lowered herself down on it. She relaxed the little ring of her asshole and 
sat on his hard dick. The boy raised his ass off the cloth and poked against 
her asshole, grinding his dick against her tight flesh until it finally 
slipped into her. 

"Lovely!" Wendy breathed when his dick slid up her ass. "It doesn't hurt 
nearly as much as it used to, darling! We've been getting a lot of practice 
lately!" she smiled. 

The hot assed woman sat on her son's lap until his cock was all the way up 
her tight warm ass. She tightened her asshole around his cock-shaft to 
increase his sensations of sucking and squeezing. Every time she tightened 
her little anal ring the boy sighed with ultimate pleasure. 

Wendy leaned backward, supporting herself against her son's strong young 
chest. Her cunt was now enticingly exposed to her fourteen-year-old, in a 
fairly accessible position, and more than ready to be filled with pulsating 
dick. 

"Now, Barry! Do you think you can find the proper hole?" she asked in a 
honeyed tone. 

"I sure hope so, Mom! I really need to get this thing in there! I think I'm 
gonna go off pretty soon even if I don't get it in there!" Barry said, his 
dick dripping, his nuts aching with sperm. 

"My pussy is ready for you, Barry! Come to me! Fuck your mother in the cunt 
while your brother fucks her in the ass!" she breathed, her belly fluttering 
with anticipation. 

Barry got on his knees between his mother's spread legs and tried to bury 
his long rod in her slot, but to no avail. Then he managed to get his long 
legs under his brother's legs. He wrapped his legs around Brett's back and 
somehow found his mother's juicy hole, bucking his ass and driving his tool 
into her cunt before it had a chance to jerk out in his excitement. 

"Yes, Barry! Yesssssss!" she hissed. "You've done it! Do you feel your 
brother's cock, darling! Do you feel his cock in my ass!" she asked. 

"Shit yeah! This is crazy wild! It's great!" Barry rasped. 

"Damn! Let's fuck her, man! Let's fuck the piss out of her!" Brett growled, 
bucking his lean young ass and punching his hard tool in and out of her 
tight anal channel. 

"Yesssssss! Fuck me, boys! Fuck me like real men! Fuck my ass and fuck my 
cunt! Make me scream!" she cried, abandoning herself to her depraved 
incestuous passion. 

"How about me, Mom?" Billy asked, his nuts tense between his young legs. 

"Give me that delicious little peter!" Wendy cried, reaching out and 
grabbing her twelve-year-old stud by the balls, leading him to her face. 

Wendy fastened her lips around Billy's cock and sucked him hard and fast. 
Brett bounced up and down, making her ass stretch more with each hard 
thrust. Barry pistoned her cunt wildly, his nuts slapping against his 
younger brother's balls with each inward thrust. Wendy was beside herself 
with passion for her three willing and tireless fuckers. 

Wendy was filled with cock from head to toe. She felt three throbbing posts 
of masculine flesh working away at her, making her hot beyond belief. The 
friction of their throbbing rods made her cunt melt, made her ass feel like 
a blast furnace. Her cheeks bulged with the head of her son's dick. They all 
bounced wildly together on the picnic cloth, indulging in a sex feast that 
none of the three would soon forget. It wasn't long before the boys erupted 
into their mother, filling her with hot sperm all at the same time. She 
flashed off in a wildly exciting orgasm and fell into the thick grass with 
her fuckers, rolling about playfully and relaxing in the flood of 
post-orgasmic peace. 

 Chapter Twelve 

After eating the picnic feast that Wendy had prepared, the four horny 
fuckers frolicked through the woods, enjoying their nakedness and drinking 
up the beauties of nature, and each other. Wendy was suddenly seized by the 
urge to climb a tree. The boys had never seen her climb a tree. They watched 
her beautiful naked asscheeks rising and falling and her perfect knockers 
swaying as she struggled up the tree. 

Wendy managed to perch on a thick low hanging limb. She let her naked legs 
swing free, breathing deeply and enjoying the fresh cool taste of the 
country air. The breeze played over her naked legs and made her conscious 
once again of the warmth of her cunt. She felt the bark on the limb rubbing 
against her naked ass and the flesh of her pussy as she swung her legs. She 
had to have a boy's tongue working away between her lovely legs again. 

The hot-assed mother beckoned for one of the three eager boys to come to 
her. Barry, being the tallest of the three, managed to climb part way up to 
his mother's limb and stand on a broken branch a few feet below it. He held 
onto a branch with one hand and leaned forward, stretching until he could 
bury his handsome face between his mother's legs. 

"Wonderful, Barry! Stretching for all those baskets seems to have paid off! 
My basketball star is a star at cuntlapping, too!" the beautiful mother 
sang, spreading her long legs and letting her boy have her twat to lick and 
suck. 

"Can I get up there, too, Mom?" Billy asked, wondering if he could get into 
a position that would allow his mother to suck his dick. 

"I don't know, Billy, darling, it can't hurt to try! This limb seems pretty 
strong to me, and there seems to be plenty of room up here!" she said, 
thrilled by the eagerness with which her boys attempted new and daring 
sexual positions. 

Billy scrambled up the tree, using his brother's broad shoulder as a 
stepping place and crawling nimbly onto the limb with his mother. The kid 
leaned back against the tree trunk and put his hands on his hips, balancing 
himself perfectly and presenting his cock for his mother to suck. 

Wendy was greedily at her twelve-year-old son's stiff meat, sucking at it 
with a wild passion. She was consumed with naked lust for her boys. Her 
tongue ran all over the kid's hot cock, laving the head and tickling the 
root of it almost at the same time. 

Wendy had learned exactly what to do to heighten the sensations of each of 
her sons. Billy loved to feel the tip of her tongue flicking lightly over 
the head of his dick while she blew him. Barry loved to feel her cunt 
squeezing his hot tool. She made a special effort to tighten her twat around 
Barry's cunt when he fucked her. Brett loved fucking her up the ass. All 
three boys loved having their nuts squeezed and tugged at while their dicks 
were banging in and out of her face, ass, and cunt. 

Balancing herself carefully on the limb, Wendy reached out with one hand and 
took Billy's balls in her warm hand, moving the egg-shaped organs around in 
their tight scrotal sac, making his nuts seethe with naked excitement. His 
young balls almost seemed to move by themselves as he moved his cock in and 
out of her pretty mouth. 

"Suck it, Mom! Suck my fuckin' dick!" Billy rasped, his balls tense between 
his legs, ready to shoot into her face at any minute. 

"Goddam, Mom! Your cunt tastes better every time I eat it!" Barry said 
thickly, his tongue lapping away at his mother's juicy gash. 

Wendy felt the most delicious sensations in her cunt, little tickles and 
twitches that drove her wild with pleasure. Her belly fluttered with pure 
delight as her son's tongue stimulated her clit and the raggedy lips of her 
open pussy. The boy used his free hand to tickle her cunt, too, stiffening 
his finger and jabbing it in and out of her twat like a little dick. He 
pressed the bud of blazing flesh between her legs, making her body shiver 
each time he touched her clitoris. 

The horny beauty moaned with pleasure as Barry worked her into a frenzy of 
fuck-lust. She wished that She could let Brett work on her, too, but there 
was no more room on the limb. He would just have to wait his turn. 

"Hey, Mom! How 'bout me?" the boy called from the ground. "I'm horny, too!" 

"Go take a walk!" Barry said. 

"Okay, you guys! I'll take a walk! But when I get back, I'm gonna get some, 
too!" Brett said, his cock standing up against his naked belly. 

Billy began fucking his mother's face hard and fast, driving his rigid tool 
all the way down her sucking throat. His ass banged against the trunk of the 
tree with each backward thrust. Wendy began moving her legs in the heat of 
her passion, gyrating her pelvis, thrusting her cunt against her son's eager 
face. 

Wendy felt the rush of her feminine orgasm tearing through her like a 
tornado of sensation. She felt dams bursting inside her, felt rivers flowing 
between her legs. She sucked her son with all her might, rubbing his cock 
with her tongue until he shot off in her mouth. 

"Oh shit! I'm comin'! I'm shooting that stuff! . Drink- it, Mom! Drink it 
all!" Billy growled as his rocks shot off. 

Billy almost fell off the limb when his balls blew up and flooded him with 
the most pleasurable sensations imaginable. His balls flooded Wendy's mouth, 
too, shooting what seemed like gallons of sperm down her throat. She drank 
it up thirstily, swallowing all the cum he pumped into her. 

Wendy's twat kept flashing and flashing as Barry ate her out. There seemed 
to be no end to the pleasure that Barry could bring her with his expert 
cuntlapping. He certainly had learned a thing or two in the relatively short 
time he had been eating pussy. Wendy was proud of her son, and her motherly 
pride mingled with the emotions and sensations of her flashing orgasm. She 
wondered how many women had felt the strange and intoxicating mixture of 
emotions that she was feeling now. 

"Hey, you guys! I found a pond!" Wendy heard her son call from the bushes. 

"Hey, man! All right! We can go swimmin'!" Barry said, jumping to the ground 
and heading for the bushes, followed fast by Billy, who scrambled out of the 
tree in a flash. 

"Boys! Haven't you forgotten something?" Wendy asked, wondering how she was 
going to get down from her limb by herself. 

"Sorry, Mom!" the boys said, running back to help her down. 

Wendy didn't remember that there had been a pond in the woods, but a swim 
certainly seemed to be a refreshing idea at the moment. She followed her 
boys through the bushes until they saw the pond Brett had discovered. There 
was a sandy area on one end that would make a fine spot for sunning. The 
water was clear and inviting. The sun shimmered on the crystal-clear water. 
It was no wonder that the boys were so eager to jump in. 

"How about it, Mom?" Billy asked. "The water looks good!" 

"Yeah, Mom! Maybe we can do it in the water!" Brett said. 

"You'll have to catch me first, boys!" Wendy laughed, running into the water 
as fast as her feet could carry her. 

The boys hollered and followed their mother, diving in and swimming after 
her at top speed. Wendy loved the feeling of water rushing over her naked 
tits and the warm nest of her cunt. The water gurgled between her legs, 
tickling her cuntlips as she swam. The boys felt the water stimulating their 
cock and balls, making them stiffen, making their nuts tingle with pleasure. 
They could see their mother's naked ass and the tuft of hair between her 
legs as she swam just ahead of them. 

Wendy soon felt hands all over her as the boys caught up to her. They began 
running their hands over her legs, frolicking with her in the clear water. 
Billy ducked between her legs and began stroking her honey-cunt, making her 
seethe with lust. The boy blew a stream of bubbles over her cunt-lips. She 
felt the little bubbles clinging to her flesh and bursting, making her clit 
tingle with sensation. 

Barry took a deep breath and dived beneath her, kissing and licking her 
naked ass. He spread her buttocks apart and tickled her asshole with his 
tongue. Brett dived, too, and began nibbling her tits, biting her hard 
nipples gently. Wendy had never experienced so many pleasurable sensations 
at once. She had to treat her boys to some of the same. 

When they had licked and sucked her for a while she dived and took Brett's 
throbbing meat-stick in her sweet mouth, sucking him hard and loving every 
minute of it. The hot-assed woman surfaced again and again, taking deep 
breaths and resuming her cocksucking. 

Barry rubbed his dick against her ass until it was as hard as a baseball 
bat, and nearly as long. He sawed his dick in and out of the wet crack 
between her asscheeks until he exploded in a wild ejaculation that shot all 
over her back, covering her with sperm. 

Wendy took turns sucking Brett and Billy. She worked expertly on their 
jerking dicks until they came, shooting out ropes of semen that covered her 
lips and cheeks. The boys smoothed their cum over her skin, reaching between 
her legs and rubbing her cunt when they had finished massaging her with 
their semen. 

When the family had finished fucking and sucking in the water, they all swam 
together back to shore and rested in the sand, sunning themselves and 
discussing their future plans. They had been screwing all day. The sun was 
getting lower in the sky. 

"It's been a great day, boys!" Wendy said. 

"It sure has, Mom! We've gotta come out here again! Maybe we can fix up that 
cabin and use it to fuck in!" Billy said. 

"I don't know about that, Billy," she said thoughtfully. "But perhaps you 
boys could bring your girlfriends out here sometime." 

"Girlfriends?" Billy asked. "Uh, I thought you were gonna keep lettin' us 
fuck you! Who needs girls!" 

"You do, boys!" she said, noting the surprised expressions on their young 
faces. 

"But we've already got the most beautiful woman in the world!" Brett said. 

"That's sweet of you, darling!" Wendy said. "But I really think you need the 
companionship of girls at school! You could teach them all sorts of things 
that they'll love doing with you!" 

"Maybe you're right, Mom!" Barry said. "Hell, with all the practice we've 
been gettin' with you, we oughta be able to fuck just about any girl in 
town!" Barry said with considerable masculine pride. 

"I guess so, Barry!" Brett agreed. "But what about you, Mom? What are you 
gonna do for dick if we start runnin' around with other girls?" the boy 
asked, stroking his mother's naked leg, brushing the sand off her skin. 

"Oh, I think I'll manage. I've had my eye on a gentleman," she said in a 
faraway tone. 

"Mark Thomas?" Barry asked. 

"That's right, darling. He's an awfully nice man. I think he might be 
interested in marrying me, in fact," she smiled. "How would you boys feel 
about that?" she asked. 

"Gosh! I don't know!" Billy said. "He's a great guy, but..." 

"You're jealous, Billy!" Barry laughed. 

"Do you think we could still get it on together once in a while?" Brett 
asked. 

"I don't know, darling," Wendy said. "Mark is a very open-minded man. I 
might break the news of our little affair someday. We'll just have to see," 
she said, wondering how Mark would take the news of her incestuous 
activities with her sons. 

The four naked Eatons sat together in the sand for a while, silently 
thinking over the future of their relationship. The boys thought about what 
their mother had said about girls their own age. The possibilities excited 
them. 

"It's getting dark, boys!" Wendy said at length, getting up and heading back 
to the cabin. "We'd better be going!" 

"Hey, Mom, I think I'll take Barb Taylor out tomorrow! I'll bet I could get 
into her pants pretty easy!" Barry said. "Is that okay with you?" 

"Don't be silly!" Wendy laughed goodnaturedly. "Of course, it's all right! I 
think that would be a fine idea! You need some variety in your sex life!" 

"Maybe I could take Linda Kane out!" Brett said, thinking of Linda's nice 
little titties and her firm shapely ass. 

"And I bet I could fuck Beverly White!" Billy said, his twelve-year-old cock 
stiffening at the thought of it. 

"You're gonna be the horniest twelve-year-old kid in town!" Barry said. 

"Yeah!" Billy said with a wide grin. 

Wendy wrapped her arm around Billy's shoulder, kissing him on the cheek. 

"My boys!" she said, beaming with delight. 


End
