Go, Son, Go!
by Toni Nash
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FOREWORD 

Dr. Ronald Morgan, a famed psychologist and specialist in family affairs 
from the University of Chicago, recently wrote in an article in the 
Psychiatric Journal: 

"In a recent survey done on the question of incest, we interviewed 100 
mothers (who had admittedly had relations with their sons) of all ages and 
ethnic and financial backgrounds and asked one very basic question-What is 
the reason, in your own words, that made you actually have sexual relations 
with your own boy? The answer received from 75% of those questioned was the 
lack of a fat her-either the father was dead, the parents were divorced, or 
the father had, in the words of some women, "split." The answer received 
from an additional 14% was the lack of a father figure-these being cases 
where the father was actually present in the home, but was either dominated 
by the wife or just not dominating enough himself to be respected by his 
wife and children. Therefore we can draw the conclusion that from this 
group, 89% of those questioned about their incestual relationships with 
their boys (who were almost all in their teen years, averaging fifteen years 
of age) responded that the basic motivation behind the act of incest was the 
absence in the woman's and boy's life of what could be termed a father." 

Lynn Stolte, the heroine of Toni Nash's fascinating book, could easily have 
been one of those women questioned. And she would have been one of the 89% 
who responded that a father figure was missing. Her husband had been taken 
from her by a terrible automobile accident, and from then on her son Don had 
to become not only the man of the house, but a husband-figure to her as 
well. 

In truth of fact, this "novel" is based on a real woman, and she was part of 
the group questioned by Dr. Morgan and his staff. This is not a 
"truth-novel" as Truman Capote initiated with his masterful In Cold Blood, 
for here Ms. Nash is not telling the absolute true story of a living and 
breathing person. But she has based her characters, their situation, their 
motivation, their solution to their problem, on real people-people she has 
known and studied. 

This is a novel about part of that survey, then, part of that survey that 
makes us, or should make us, socially conscious of the pitfalls and problems 
that can be associated with the break-down of the family-namely, the loss of 
the father, whether it be actual or in spirit. 

Lynn Stolte is a fascinating character. In Dr. Morgan's findings she is 
nothing more than a statistic. But in the hand of Toni Nash she is someone 
the reader can feel and understand. She is real. She surpasses the realm of 
fiction. 

And she makes a great contribution to the study of incest as a growing 
sociological and psychological problem. Dr. Morgan would welcome such a 
book. We hope you will. 

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 Chapter One 

Lynn Stolte lay back in the bathtub, her head resting on her blue 
flower-shaped plastic suction pillow, her thoughts on her son, Don. Today 
was the day that Don would be returning to Chicago after almost a year away 
at prep school. Don's German shepherd, Heinz, slept peacefully on the 
bathroom floor, as If he knew, also, that today was a special day. 

As the soapy, warm lather engulfed her body, Lynn found herself humming a 
tune she always sang to little Donnie before he fell asleep. But there was 
no little Donnie any more, as she knew from the pictures he had been sending 
with his letters He was Don now-well on his way to manhood. She remembered 
the picture he had sent a few months back in his lemon-colored swimming 
trunks-with the clearly visible bulge of his overly large boy cock leaving 
little to the imagination 

As Lynn envisioned Don's big cock, her left hand rubbed over her breasts, 
kneading them with her fingers, massaging first one and then the other, 
pulling hard at the nipples. Her right hand crept slowly down her torso, 
until it found the throbbing mound, and she began to rub it, gently at 
first, and then powerless to stop herself, she rubbed harder, sliding first 
one finger and then another deep into her cunt, imagining all the time it 
was her son Don's big hard cock. An overwhelming passion filled every pore 
in her body, and as the soapy water rushed into her, she could feel the 
sting of the bubble bath deep inside her vagina. 

Just as Lynn let out a cry of rapture, Heinz let out a startled bark. Lynn 
opened her eyes and withdrew her fingers from her fluttering cuntal mouth. 
She looked around the room as if expecting someone to be watching her. She 
suddenly felt ashamed of her thoughts, and yet, excited. 

What am I thinking about? This is ridiculous-Donnie's my son, my little boy. 
I'm his mother, and these are the breasts that he sucked for milk, not for 
love. 

Trying to put the thought of fucking Don from her mind, Lynn stepped out of 
the tub. The droplets of water from her body gently fell on c 

Heinz, who immediately got up on all fours, with his tongue reaching out to 
lap at her watery cunt. 

"You'd like nothing better than to lick mama's pussy, wouldn't you? But not 
today, Heinzie old pal-no time-we must hurry and get ready before Donnie 
arrives. You'll just have to settle for a dog biscuit." Lynn laughed. 

She knew this was to be a happy day. She had last seen Don in August when he 
left for school and she had planned to fly there during Christmas. But a 
week before the holiday, she came down with hepatitis and could not go. 

While at school, Don was living with Larry and Gloria Simon, and their 
daughter Fran, now sixteen years old. Gloria and Lynn had gone to school 
together and even now, the two families were very close. 

Lynn reached out and took the fluffy towel from the rack and slowly dried 
her breasts, buttocks and thighs, still humming the same tune. As she patted 
herself dry, the image of her fourteen-year-old blond-haired son and his big 
boy cock and balls kept popping into her mind, each time bringing a warm 
sensation deep in her stomach. Had he changed much? He was a boy when he 
left. Will my childish youth return as a maturing man? From his pictures, 
and the way he's hung, I'd say he's very much the man! 

Her heart was beating wildly. Lynn loved Donnie. Even when he was a baby, 
his mother always loved to fondle his tiny penis and miniscule balls. As he 
grew older, she managed to find ways to touch his private parts, to see him 
naked at every chance she had. She sometimes felt she had an obsession for 
touching Don's little cock and balls, and though she felt she should control 
the urge, touching his private parts never failed to excite her. 

Her love for Don was intense, and his being away had given her many 
sleepless nights. There was a strange closeness between them, even more so 
since that night six years ago when Don's father had been killed in a 
senseless tragedy. Jack had been crossing the Edens Expressway when he was 
run over by a passing motorist who couldn't see him dart out in the 
blackness of the night. It was a highway with speeds of sixty-five miles per 
hour, and pedestrians were not a common sight. The police told Lynn that 
Jack's car had a flat tire and he was probably looking for a phone, Donnie 
had locked himself in his mother's arms that night and tearfully he said, 
"I'll take care of you, Mommy. I'll be your husband and your son" 

Lynn found it difficult to concentrate on anything except seeing her son 
again. Nothing else really mattered. She thought only of holding him once 
more and feeling his body next to hers. She thought of falling to sleep at 
night with his arms around her, because since Jack's death, Lynn and Donnie 
had shared the bed that once belonged to her and her husband. 

Many nights, Lynn would pretend to be asleep and gently let her hand fall 
onto Donnie's growing member, secretly holding his little prick until it was 
a roaring hard-on. She knew she couldn't hold him forever, but she wanted 
him for just a while longer. Her love for her son was deep and possessive. 
Not even Jack could ever evoke the emotion within her that Donnie did. 
Sometimes it frightened her, this strange feeling for her son and obsession 
with his genitals.... 

Lynn returned the towel to the rack, and as she walked by the mirror, she 
glanced at her naked body, feeling very satisfied with what she saw. 

It's a nice body, she thought, like that of a girl in her early twenties. 
Jack never really appreciated this body. I always felt that I was a good 
lover, and yet he turned away from me the last few years, seeking younger 
girls. 

She tried to drum the bitter thoughts about Jack from her head, even though 
she knew they would return. He was dead, and she knew she should let the 
past remain where it was. Instead she concentrated on the sight of her nude 
body in the mirror and her thoughts of Donnie's return. 

She was a striking woman, with a beautiful and well-proportioned body and a 
face with high cheek-bones and big brown eyes. Her dark hair was shiny and 
long, falling over her shoulders. She was told many times that she was a 
shorter version of Cher Bono, with a nicer nose. She looked again at the 
sensual body facing her and swept her hair back, studying the white skin of 
her breasts and the dark areolas accenting her small, now-rigid nipples. 

She slowly let her eyes move down across her flat stomach to the triangled 
cuntal mound, knowing that in the darkness of her pubic region were her pink 
vaginal lips. Hidden in the slit was her clitoris, which had been untouched 
by a man for the past six months. 

Yes, it's a good body. I wonder if Donnie has seen any other body of a 
woman? I wonder if he's touched another body? I wonder if he's had a woman. 
.. . 

As Lynn realized her thoughts, the same feeling of shame as before swept 
over her. Donnie's sex life should not be her concern. She was his mother. 

It shouldn't matter to her if he was a virgin or not. What difference did it 
make? After all, Lynn had slept with Jack before they married. And yet for 
some strange reason, she couldn't get the thought of her little boy actually 
fucking from her mind.... 

Now dry, Lynn headed for the bedroom, Heinz close at her feet. She picked 
out a flowered blouse that accented her breasts and light-blue flared slacks 
that accented the rest of her body. Then she sat down at the mirror to comb 
her hair. 

She had not had an easy time of it since Jack's sudden death. She was 
determined to keep up her nice apartment overlooking the lake and to see 
that Donnie enjoyed the finer things of life, including going away to prep 
school. She had dated a few men in the years following the death of her 
husband and had even slept with them, but she preferred to spend her spare 
time with her son. In the last year, with Donnie gone, she had little desire 
to go out with anyone, and for the past six months, she greeted every 
overture, whether mild or overt, with the same coldness. And being a 
normally passionate person, she was beginning to feel the need for sex 
increasing each day. 

She finished combing her hair, glanced at the clock and wondered if she 
should leave. It was four o'clock already. Don's plane was due to arrive at 
five-thirty and it was only a twenty-minute drive, if the traffic was clear, 
from her apartment to O'Hare airport. Lynn decided to get there early and 
have coffee. 

She gave one more glance in the mirror and headed toward the den to get her 
purse. As she reached her desk, she looked at her IBM Selectric 
typewriter-her "bread and butter" machine as she called it. Jack has been a 
car dealer but in the last few years before his death, he had spent money on 
his 'other women' and had managed to go through quite a bit of their 
savings. He left his family neither rich nor in a state of poverty. Lynn had 
a few dollars of her own from an inheritance but she knew soon after the 
funeral, she would need an income if she and Donnie were to survive. 

Most of Lynn's modeling assignments were for the advertising agency she 
worked in while she was single. It was a large agency and Lynn had worked 
her way up in the ranks and had written commercials for television and 
magazines. After Jack's death, she called her former employer and they 
immediately rehired her. 

Because she refused to leave Donnie, she did most of her work at home, and 
she was quite successful at it. As an avid reader with shelves of books, she 
harbored a thought to one day write a novel, but she had yet to start on 
one. Right now, her job at the ad agency was putting food on the table, 
paying her bills and putting Donnie through school. With a loving pat on her 
typewriter, Lynn gathered up her purse and some loose change, put water in 
Heinz" bowl and left. 

Lynn backed. her yellow Gremlin out of the garage, headed south on the outer 
drive to Ontario and turned right to the Kennedy Expressway. It was a 
beautiful summer day and her excitement at seeing Donnie was mounting. 

O'Hare airport was crowded as always, with cars and people everywhere. Lynn 
parked in the new garage and found it was a long walk to the terminal 
building. She went into the coffee shop, nervously smoking a cigarette and 
drinking her coffee. She watched the people, trying to think up fantasies 
about each one, and listening at the same time to the public address system 
announcing arrivals. Then-"Flight thirty from San Francisco arriving at 
concourse K5." 

Lynn jumped to her feet, paid her check and headed for the concourse, so she 
might watch the big silver plane maneuver into the parking dock. 

The passengers filed out. Lynn held her breath-and then Donnie appeared. 

Lynn's heart was beating rapidly as she cried out, "Donnie! Darling, here I 
am!" With tears in her eyes, she ran toward him. 

"Mom! Oh, Mom!" Donnie's now-powerful voice answered, as he gathered her in 
his arms. He was taller than she remembered, his hair longer, more 
fashionable, and his face tanned from the California sun. 

I was right, she cried to herself. He's a man now. My Donnie's a beautiful 
man! My little boy is gone and now, my son is a man! 

It was then that Lynn noticed the girl with Donnie. The face was vaguely 
familiar and yet she couldn't be certain where she had seen it. Of one thing 
she was certain, this girl was magnificently proportioned. Her tanned face 
and blue eyes were framed by long auburn hair. Firm, young breasts, large 
for her small body, jutted out the front of her pink shrink-top and it was 
obvious that she was not wearing a bra; her ripe nipples were evident 
beneath the material. She made quite a sensual picture. 

Lynn immediately felt her spirits crash. It was obvious to her that these 
two young people were in love. Why did he bring her? Why didn't he tell me 
he was bringing someone home? Lynn could feel the resentment growing inside 
of her. She knew she Would one day lose her son to another woman, but why 
this one? This girl looked like a whore, a vixen, a tramp, a slut.... 

Donnie's voice brought her back to reality. "Mom, don't you know who this 
is? It's Fran Simon! We thought it would be fun to surprise you!" 

"Fran, I never would have recognized you! You've grown up so much. You were 
just a little child when I last saw you. I heard from Gloria only last week 
and she said nothing about your coming here." Lynn tried desperately to hide 
her true feelings. 

"Yes, I know, Mrs. Stolte. Daddy had to go to Europe on business, and he 
decided, at the last minute, to take Momsie along and combine business with 
a vacation. I didn't want to be separated from Don anyhow, so we thought it 
would be fun if I came along. Momsie said you wouldn't mind." 

"No, not at all, dear. It'll be a pleasure having you." Lynn smiled 
outwardly, thinking to herself, it looks as though Donnie has already had 
her. 

Donnie looked at his mother. "Mom, you look great! Really great! I was 
worried that your bout with hepatitis might have destroyed some of that 
beauty, but I think you're more beautiful than when I left." 

"Well, dear, you look good too. You've grown since I last saw you." Lynn 
choked back the tears. 

"Oh, darling, I've missed you so much. I cant tell you how wonderful it is 
to have you home again. God, I've missed you!" 

"And Fve missed you too, Mom,"? Donnie said. "It's great being home.? 

"You sound more like lovers than mother and son," Fran said in her nasal 
voice. 

Donnie could sense the growing barrier between the two and said quickly, 
"Hey, I said I'm glad to be home, but this surely isn't my home, as I 
remember it. So let s get the car and head for home. I'm sure Heinz is 
waiting impatiently to see his old buddy. 

Don took his mother's arm and Fran's arm and they headed for the escalators 
to go to the luggage area. Their luggage was already on the revolving ramp. 
They collected their belongings and headed out to the parking garage. 

Lynn and Fran sat together in the front, while Donnie sat uncomfortably in 
the back seat. As they pulled out of the garage, Lynn could see, out of the 
corner of her eye, Fran s hand reach into the back and slowly slide up Don's 
knee, coming to rest on the oversize cock bulge in his faded Levi's. She 
repressed a jealous urge to comment and continued her driving. 

Don chatted aimlessly about a variety of topics, all designed to ease the 
tension, and he succeeded somewhat. Lynn relaxed as she listened to her son 
and Fran sat quietly, speaking only when a question was directed at her. 

They reached the apartment, parked in the garage, and Don carried the heavy 
luggage to the elevator, while Fran and Lynn took the smaller pieces. 

Once inside, Don asked Lynn to show Fran around the apartment, but it was 
obvious to Lynn that the girl was not impressed. Lynn looked at the girl's 
face and body and it was obvious to her what had attracted her son to her in 
the first place-but couldn't he see the cheap, shallow person beneath the 
sensual exterior? Men were so blind, especially when it came to women.... 

In the living room, Heinz and Don were getting reacquainted and rolling 
around on the white carpeting, bumping against a table and knocking over an 
ash tray in their travels. 

The women re-entered the room. "How about a cold drink?" Lynn said. 

"That would'be great, Mom," Don replied. "I'll have a Dr. Pepper. What about 
you, Fran?" 

"I'll have the same, Mrs. Stolte." 

Lynn went into the kitchen and got two Dr. Peppers out of the refrigerator, 
at the same time mixing herself a martini, which she felt she definitely 
deserved. She placed the drinks on a tray and, as she started back for the 
living room, she heard a low, throaty laugh. 

Don's voice was saying, "Come on, Fran, stop it, not now. ..." 

The girl laughed again and then gave a long, low sigh. 

Lynn moved closer to the living room, quietly now, and then stopped in shock 
at what she saw. 

Fran was standing with her back to Lynn, pressed tightly against Don. They 
were kissing, their bodies squirming, making lewd gyrations in their upright 
position. Don's Levi's were open and Fran's left hand had found its way into 
the opening and was rubbing his cock frantically, while Heinz stood watching 
and panting. 

A low moan of desire escaped the boy's mouth, as he kissed Fran, while 
trying to push her away, but Fran was oblivious to anything else at the 
moment but the rod she was working over. Lynn watched in shock but also with 
curiosity, she strained her eyes to see if she could get a look at her son's 
cock, which she had fondled so many times before and wanted to hold again. 

Don momentarily gave up fighting, opened Fran's slacks and ran his finger up 
and down the crack of her asscheeks. The girl rotated her body from side to 
side, then in a circular motion, faster and faster.... 

Lynn could not bear to watch any more, nor could she bear to turn away. She 
could feel a tingle in her body as her nipples turned hard beneath the 
flowered blouse, and her pussy felt warm and wet and in need of her son. She 
was aroused at the sight of her son and this trampy girl, aroused as she had 
not been in all the time he had been gone, aroused as she had never been 
when making love to Jack. She knew she either had to make her presence 
known, or retire to her bedroom and masturbate.... 

She made a coughing sound to warn them, and started into the living room. 
"Well, here we are ... two Dr. Peppers and a martini for me." Her voice was 
strained. 

Don and Fran broke apart, and both stood with their back to her, buttoning 
their buttons and zipping their zippers. 

Lynn concentrated on finding a place to set the drinks down, so they would 
think she did not see what was taking place. Her son turned to her with a 
frightened look at first, and then one of remorse. Fran calmly sat down and 
crossed her legs. She glanced at Lynn but it was obvious she didn't give a 
damn what "mother" had seen. 

Lynn could not help but notice the now-smaller bulge along his left thigh, 
as Don came toward her to get his drink. There was a slight stain from the 
premature droplets of cum. 

"Mom, I'd like...." 

"Never mind, Don," Lynn said, handing him his drink. "You two stay in here 
and enjoy yourselves, while I start supper." 

Lynn could not blame Donnie for the scene she had just witnessed. She knew 
the full burden of the guilt rested on the shoulders, as well as the cunt 
and tits, of this endowed girl who had invaded her home and her son. Lynn 
retired to the kitchen. 

As she busied herself preparing the salad and spaghetti dinner and putting 
the garlic bread into the oven, she was aware of low voices in the living 
room. She wondered what Fran and Donnie were saying and doing. Biting her 
lip, she opened the kitchen door slightly and peeked out. The two were 
sitting on the couch, the girl whispering in Don's ear, while he grinned, 
his face turning red and his eyes bright. 

Lynn moved back into the kitchen, her hands feeling somewhat shaky. She had 
mental images of Don and Fran, sitting on the couch, kissing, arousing each 
other's body. 

Jesus, she thought, why can't it be me fondling those precious balls, 
holding that stiff cock in my hands, kissing those young lips? She felt 
ashamed, but couldn't control her thoughts. What's the matter with me? I've 
got to get hold of myself. I've waited almost a year for this day. and I'm 
not going to let that big-tit whore spoil it for me. I won't let her or 
anyone come between Donnie and me, not now, not ever. . . . 

With another martini to fortify herself, Lynn regained control and continued 
making dinner, trying not to hear the sounds of laughter and loud whispers 
coming from the living room. Once, Don walked in and offered to help her. 
She told him it wasn't necessary. She went to him and kissed him, trying to 
make that kiss very maternal, fighting back the tears and the desire to open 
his pants, take out his cock and hold it, kiss it, suck it. Instead, she 
looked into his blue eyes and smiled. Everything was right between the two, 
and they both felt it. . . 

Dinner was not all that bad. Don kept raving over Lynn's spaghetti sauce as 
he always did. It was his favorite meal and she was his favorite cook. Fran 
did not add much to the conversation and Lynn took no notice of her. She had 
eyes only for her son. 

They had their coffee and home-made strawberry pie in the living room. Lynn 
and Don talked continuously, each trying to fill the other in on events of 
the past year. 

Lynn knew that Don was eager to know how she had been, living alone this 
past year. Had she dated, had she met someone? He was anxious for her to go 
out and maybe remarry. 

Don had never really liked Jack, because even though he was just a child, he 
was aware of the arguments, and often heard references to other women. It 
was his mother to whom he had been close. He could never say in all honesty 
that he felt remorse at his father's death. 

The evening moved along smoothly, and soon it was after eleven and Fran 
looked bored with all the conversation. She kept yawning and looking at her 
watch. Lynn suggested she retire and Fran seconded the motion. She politely 
said good night to Lynn, kissed Don on the cheek and went into the den. 

Lynn felt relieved. Now she could talk more freely. "Don, why did you bring 
that girl here? I don't like her." 

"Mother, Fran hasn't done anything to you. Her mother's your good friend. We 
all thought you'd be happy to have her stay here for a while-and besides 
that, I love her. I may even marry her when I'm old enough." 

"Donnie, baby, you're only fourteen. You don't know anything about marriage, 
about love and about women. That girl's a whore. She's nothing but a 
child-slut, a tramp. You're a child, and you don't understand these kind of 
relationships." 

"Mother, I don't know why you don't like Fran, but I don't want to hear any 
more about it. I'm fourteen, sure, but I've grown up the past year, thanks 
to Fran. I'm a man. I act like a man, I'm built like a man, and I have sex 
like a man." 

Silence. 

 Chapter Two 

At the sound of the word 'sex,' Lynn could feel herself becoming aroused. 
Yes, I bet you do have sex like a man, she thought, Fran has taught you what 
to do with that rod and where to put it. But why her cunt, why not mine, my 
dear son? If you fucked me once, you'd never want to fuck her again. 

Those feelings again-she couldn't fight those thoughts, but she couldn't 
reveal them to Don. Her eyes drifted down to the basket that lay hidden 
beneath the zipper of his Levi's. She longed to reach in and hold the prick 
that she had held for so many years. The prick of her little boy who was now 
a man, "Mom!" 

The sound of Donnie's voice brought her back to earth. Had he seen her 
looking at his bulging pants? Was he aware of her feelings? Should she 
reveal them to him? 

"Mom, are you listening to me? I'm a man, I said. Fran has made me a man. 
She's taught me so much. We have had sex. Mom. We've fucked many times. 
She's really great. But I'll always love you, Mom. Shit, what two people can 
be as close as we are?" 

With that he put his arm around her, holding her close. Lynn felt safe and 
secure in those arms. Once she had been the one who wrapped arms around him, 
but now it was reversed. She could feel his muscles-muscles that weren't 
there when she last saw him. She let herself be held in his arms, dropping 
her hands down to his lap and conveniently resting them on his cock, feeling 
it stiffen up under her touch. She closed her eyes and pretended there was 
no Levi's material between her hands and the beloved boy cock. 

The martinis were having a strange effect on her. She was conscious of a 
peaceful feeling, mingled with her feelings of guilt. She felt warm and 
comfortable. Don put his hand under her chin, lifted her face to his and 
kissed her on the lips, long and hard. She resisted the urge to put her 
tongue into his mouth. 

"Oh, Mom, one more thing. Donnie isn't here any more! He left last year and 
he won't be coming back. I'm Don now. The boy is gone-THE MAN HAS RETURNED." 

Don had been in his room for barely ten minutes, when he heard a soft knock 
at the door. It opened, and Fran made her way into the dim-lit room. 

He was wearing blue brief boxer shorts and was just about to slip between 
the cool sheets in the bed he had barely slept in since his father's death. 
But now, Lynn was alone in her bedroom and he was back in his bed, alone. Or 
had been alone, until the knock on the door. He looked at the lovely girl 
who had taken him as a boy and turned him into a man. 

"Fran," he whispered, "what are you doing here?" 

"Jesus fuck, I thought your mom would never stop talking and go to bed! I've 
been getting so horny in that den, thinking about you and that great cock of 
yours." 

"Come on, Fran, cut out that talk. You know what it does to me." 

"I sure do Donnie!" She accented his name, saying it as his mother did, but 
with sarcasm. "It turns you on!" 

Don turned away, trying not to look at the sensual body beneath the sheer 
pale green shorty nitegown she wore. The thin material in no way disguised 
the mature curves of the young flesh and Don could clearly see the dark 
nipples nestled in their areolas and the auburn triangle of her pubic mound. 
He could feel his heart beating and the blood racing through his 
semi-erected prick as desire stirred in his loins. 

"Damn you, Fran, get back to your room," he said. "We can't do anything 
tonight." 

"And why not, may I ask?" 

"Holy fuck, how can you ask that? My mom's right in the next room!" 

"So what? Does that make a difference?" 

"Fran, I can't do anything with Mom so close by." 

"Your mom, your darling mother!" she snapped at him, her temperature rising. 
"Are you some kind of mama's boy, Donnie? It's a wonder you're not some 
goddamn fucking queer!" 

Don could feel the heat rise to his temples. "That's a shitty thing to say, 
Fran! Just because I love my mother and haven't seen her for a long time, 
you think I'm a faggot." 

"Oh, Don, I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean it." 

Don decided to pursue the subject. "Fran, while we're at it, I'd like to 
know why the fuck you threw yourself at me that way, this afternoon. You 
knew my mom was in the kitchen and could walk in any minute." 

"Well, you didn't seem to mind at the time." 

That's what you always do to me. But you started it, baby, I didn't!" 

Fran gave him a coy smile. "I just can't keep my hands off you, Donnie!" 

"Fran, stop it now. Be serious, and cut out that Donnie shit. I don't like 
it. You were really rude to my mom today, and I don't like it. I can sense 
something wrong between you two." 

"Your mom doesn't like me, Don," Fran said, with a bored tone. 

"That's your imagination." 

"No, it's true." 

"And you? Do you like her?" 

"She's okay, just okay." 

"Just okay! Remember, baby, if I don't change my mind about marrying you, 
she'll be your mother-in-law one of these days." 

"You wouldn't change your mind just because your mom doesn't like me, would 
you?" 

"Look, Fran...." 

Fran sighed. "Oh, come on, Don, let's not argue tonight. It's been a long 
day and a nice one, but right now, I'm horny. I'll be nice to your mom 
tomorrow. I promise. She'll like me tomorrow, but tonight___" 

Don gave up. "Well, okay, but...." 

Fran smiled. "No buts, sweetie. Why don't we just get into bed and cuddle 
up? I said I was horny . .. very horny. I want your big hard prick inside my 
cunt and I want it now!" 

"Fran, I said no and I meant it!" But his voice lacked the conviction of his 
words. His anger had passed and desire had replaced it. He was aware of her 
body, and his cock throbbed to the beat of his heart. 

"Don, I can tell you don't mean it. I can tell by that bulge in your 
shorts." Her eyes laughed as they gazed upon the swell in his underwear. 

"Jesus, don't you ever get enough cock?" he said, weakening. 

"No," Fran replied, "but that never seemed to bother you when we were in 
California." 

"Yeah, I know, but____" 

"No more buts, honey." And with that, she pulled the nightgown over her head 
and tossed it aside. She stood before him, her breasts throbbing, the lips 
of her vagina wet with juices of anticipation. 

Don looked at the gleaming flesh, the nude loveliness, and heard himself 
moan. His cock reached its long hardness, extending the front of his shorts 
like a stiff rod. The sweat mounted inside of him and his balls churned and 
ached with the need to be released. He could never deny Fran anything, not 
with that body that faced him and her wild lovemaking that drove him insane 
with lust every time.... 

Fran walked toward him, her lips parted, her eyes shining, her ass swaying 
sensually. Her tits bounced in an enticing motion, and the nipples hardened 
before his very eyes. She stared at the bulge of his cock as she moved 
forward. Then she reached out and touched it, and the contact between her 
hand and his cock caused him to jump involuntarily. She laughed ... a lewd 
sensuous laugh, as she pulled his shorts off, releasing his big beautiful 
boy cock completely to bounce around freely before her. 

"Changed your mind, huh, Don? You want me to stay now?" 

"Jesus, Fran, Jesus fuck, what you do to me." 

"Do you want me to stay?" 

"Damn you, yes, stay!" 

Watching Don's eyes, Fran slowly lifted her hands, sliding her palms along 
her body then up to cup the firm, rich breasts, kneading them gently, 
pushing them out toward Don. She stroked her flat belly, moving slowly 
downward until her fingertips touched the soft, satiny cushion of her pubic 
hair. She remained in that pose. Don stood frozen with desire watching her, 
completely captivated by her lewd but enticing motions. 

His cock was pounding wildly, reaching out to within just inches of the 
beautiful girl's hot flesh. 

Fran's hands began to move again, slowly, dipping lower through the 
glistening triangle, toward the pink cuntal slit between her young legs. 
When she reached her destination, she placed her thumb and forefinger on 
either side of the cuntlips and spread them slowly apart, revealing the pink 
bud of her pounding clitoris. 

With her right index-finger, she traced down to the tip of the minature 
phallus. She gently squeezed it, sending a few drops of lubrication down her 
inner thighs. She then slipped one finger into her vaginal opening, burying 
it up to her first knuckle, then the second. Then she proceeded to 
finger-fuck herself, in and out, in and out, to Don's savory delight as she 
watched his desire-ridden face. 

Her finger slid in and out of the hot, moist vagina while she rolled her 
hips around, frenziedly, delighted at the sensations running through her 
body from her own manipulations. 

She moaned to Don, "I want you to fuck me, Don, fuck me the way you always 
do, hard, hot and wild. I want your finger up here where mine is. 

I want my finger up your asshole while you're fucking me. I want your hard 
cock so far up my belly, shooting that cum into me, making me cum at the 
same time... ." 

Don couldn't stand it another minute. Her choice of obscene words always 
drove him to a fever pitch of excitement. He grabbed her, pressing hard 
against her, with hot wet kisses on her face, her neck, her tits-and all the 
while, Fran kept sliding her finger in and out of her aching vagina. She 
ground her hips into him as her mouth sought his. She could feel the 
palpitations of his loaded balls, as his erect cock crushed her belly. And 
now she finger-fucked herself with increasing abandon. 

As she brought herself near orgasm, she pulled her finger from the hot, 
sticky canyon, as her tongue swirled in Don's mouth. Her hands found the top 
of his shorts, pulling them down, revealing his long cock to her hungry 
gaze. She grasped the uncircumcised prick in her hand, stroking it gently, 
while her fingernails tickled his full testicles. She pulled back the 
foreskin, exposing the swollen, purplish head, spreading the thin ooze of 
premature cum over the entire organ, causing moans of delight from Don's 
throat. 

Don's brain was exploding from Fran's professional manipulation of his cock. 
He wanted her-had to nave her-now. He dragged her down on the bed, their 
bodies entwined, the musky smell of their naked bodies intermingling. He 
licked and sucked at her nipples, rolling each one around and around his hot 
tongue. 

His hands dipped under the smooth surface of her buttocks, squeezing them. 
He could feel Fran's breathing in his ear, he could taste her tongue dancing 
in and out of his mouth. Her hands pushed down between their bodies, 
searching for his hot hard cock. She crushed her body against his and ground 
her pelvis into him, still holding the throbbing hot cock, then she suddenly 
twisted, pulling him over her, opening her young thighs, exposing her 
aroused cunt, waiting eagerly his entrance. 

Fran's hands were up and down his body, tracing his muscles, grabbing the 
stiff prick, exploring all of him. His cock touched her thighs, leaving 
drops of cum to mingle with her cunt juices. She reached down and with both 
hands, pulled her cuntlips apart so that his hot rod made greater contact 
with the moist sensitive flesh as it lay full length in her wet, warm 
vaginal crevice. She relaxed, dropping her body back onto the bed, his rigid 
penis trapped and burning between her satin thighs. 

Don forced his hands between the girl and the bed and ran them down the 
curves of her shoulders, back, and hips, making cat-like sounds of pleasure. 
Her spine felt hot to him as she moved her body in rhythm against him, 
slowly, teasingly. 

Pushing his hands further down beneath her, Don cupped the fullness of her 
young ass in the palms of his sweaty hands, pulling her creamy pussy against 
him. He moved up and down the burning slit, sensing it growing wetter as her 
passion seethed out of her and encircled his penis. 

Her hips rotated wildly against his loins until her legs-without 
warning-crept out wide on either side of him, her calves locking against the 
back of his thighs, pulling his cockhead tighter to her. 

"Donnnnn!" she cried out in pleasurable pain. "Oh, Don, baby, fuck me hard, 
give it all to me, put your cock in and fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee!" 

The fourteen-year-old man thrust his prick forward, but her pelvis kept 
grinding up to meet him and her hands were between their bodies, fondling 
his cockhead to guide it to the moist lips of her swelling pussy. Don 
groaned as he felt her hands move his cock up and down between her juicy 
slit, parting the moist hair surrounding the pink cuntal lips. 

The pressure in his boy balls was unbearable and he knew he couldn't hold 
back another minute. He flexed his hips with a driving lunge that sent his 
huge stiff pole deep into the soft buttery depths of the mouth of her 
sensuous cunt. He drove it home with a power that flattened his wet 
testicles against her upturned asscheeks. 

"Ohhhhhh, Ohhhhh, OH!" She moaned beneath him. 

Don felt the walls of her cunt slip hotly around his fleshy, pulsating 
prick, swallowing it as he raced the full length of her opening into the 
fiery depths of her cunt, ramming his cockhead mercilessly against the 
hardness of her cervix. 

"Yeaaaah!" She moaned in sweet delight. "Yeah, that's great, honey, 
wonderful, the way you shove it into me, that's the way I like to feel your 
hard cock." 

The young man ground his pelvis into the exciting, elastic vaginal flesh 
beneath him, fucking her with long hard strokes. She moaned and groaned 
wildly under his driving young body, opening and closing her legs around his 
hips as she worked up and down in a ritual tempo. Her mouth was wide open, 
her head bobbing from side to side. 

Harder and harder, his body stroked against hers, his cock moving out to the 
tip and then back into her rippling cunt with a screaming force. The bed was 
a noiseless one, but even if it had squeaked, Fran and Don never would have 
noticed. Just as they didn't notice their door open a little earlier to 
allow Heinz to work his way into the room, where he now sat watching them 
and panting. They were oblivious to him. They were too lust-crazed now to 
care about anything but the delight of their naked bodies fucking one 
another with insane passion in an effort to achieve a desperate release... . 

Lynn suddenly awoke, and found herself in a deep sweat. 

She had been dreaming-a strange dream-and suddenly it was over. It was a 
half-remembered dream, about Don. Don naked, making love to someone while 
she, Lynn, stood watching, trying to see his erect member and his handsome 
face. She moved closer and closer to see the faceless girl, but also to see 
his cock ... it was an obsession, she had to see his cock again. 

She sat upright in bed as she recalled parts of the dream and the same guilt 
and shame washed over her again as always. How could she have such evil, 
wicked dreams about her own son? It just wasn't right, it wasn't normal. Why 
did she always think of him in sexual ways? It was almost as if she.... 

The thought made her body shudder and shake, and she forced her mind blank. 
She didn't want to think about it any more, she couldn't. She lay down again 
in the dark room, hoping sleep would come again soon, but it didn't. She was 
wide awake. 

A glass of wine might help, she thought. She sat up, swung her legs over the 
side of bed, and stood up. 

In her bare feet and her thin nightgown, she started toward the kitchen, 
passing Don's room on the way-and then she heard the panting voices coming 
from the partially opened door. 

That little bastard whore, Fran, has paid Donnie a visit. She was careful to 
stand to one side so they would not see her, and, in the darkness, she could 
not see them. But it was Fran and Don! . 

She felt sick to her stomach as she moved closer to the door. She stood 
close enought to hear them clearly. Their voices were distinct and 
understandable. 

"Yeah, baby, sweetie, honey, keep fucking me! Keep fucking me, Don. I'm 
going to cum soon, I can feel it. I'm going to cum all over your big 
beautiful cock." 

"Oooohhhhh!" 

"Ohhh, yeaaahhh, that's it ... jthat's it. .. quick, put your finger in my 
asshole. Bury it deep inside, all the way in, like you always do, all the 
way in my asshole. ..." 

"Me too, Fran, I'm cumming too. ..." 

"Quick, your finger, put it in!" 

"Like this, baby, is this what you want? Put your finger in mine now, Fran 
.. . hurry!" 

Lynn stood like a statue, unable to move, her stomach aching and yet 
fascinated by the sounds of lust coming from her son's room. She felt her 
mouth turn dry and her throat on fire. She wanted to run from the sounds she 
heard, back to the darkness of her room, but she couldn't move. Her legs 
wouldn't work. She could only stand there and listen, thinking of her son's 
body pressed on that girl, his long stiff prick imbedded in her filthy cunt, 
his finger probing her asshole, her finger searching out his, moaning their 
passion to each other.... 

She tried to clear away the image from her brain, but it remained vivid. Her 
body was hot beneath her nightgown. Her pussy, untouched these past months, 
began to ache and throb and desire flashed through her belly. She had no 
control over herself or her reaction to this sudden revelation. Her 
fourteen-year-old son and his whore-girl friend and what they were doing. 

"Fuck me, baby, fuck me with your cock and with your finger and with your 
tongue. Harder, ooooh, Don, harder ...!" 

"Ahhhhh! Fran honey____" 

"Tell me you love me ... love me, tell me, now!" 

"Yeah, love you. I love you ... love...." 

"I love you .. . your beautiful cock, that great big manly cock, nine inches 
up my cunt! I love you, Don! Do you love my cunt?" 

"Yeah, your cunt .. . yeeaahhhh, I love it, Fran, that cunt. Jesus, I'm 
gonna cum soon, baby ...!" 

"Me too ... Don, me too!" 

Lynn felt as though she would scream out loud. She wanted to scream out of 
frustration and out of passion. She didn't want to feel this desire which 
ran through her flesh. She didn't want to feel it now, and yet it was there, 
consuming her. It was obscene. She knew she should be horrified, shocked, 
feeling this lewd emotion, but it didn't alter the fact that she was 
aroused. 

Her body quivered as she listened to her son and his filthy young girl 
friend making wild animalistic sounds of lust and love in his bed. She 
pictured again the sight of Don naked, his erect cock that she loved so 
dearly. A low moan escaped her lips and her pussy began to ache and open 
with drops of excited lubrication. Her nipples grew hard under her nightgown 
and her breathing was hot and heavy. Her eyes feasted on the mental image of 
Don's gorgeous prick as it must look pushing in and pulling out of the 
trashy young girl's ugly pussy. And as she imagined, her passion increased 
in her loins, her belly, her breasts, her cunt. .. . 

"Keep fucking me, Don baby .. . harder, shove that cock in harder." 

"I've got to cum soon, got to cum, Fran . .. cum soon!" 

"Hurry, cum, my darling, and fill my pussy up with that hot juice. Cum 
baby." 

The fire inside Lynn was burning now. She was in a mindless state of 
arousal, brought on by her own needs, by her six months of self-denial. She 
knew only one thing as she listened and fantasized; she too, had to have 
release, now! She was shaking and she felt faint, she had to do something 
to. ... 

She stifled a sound and leaned against the wall outside the door, close 
enough to hear the lewdness inside the next room. 

 Chapter Three 

She pulled up her nightgown with her left hand, exposing her thighs and the 
triangular softness of her dark, shapely cuntal mound. Lynn lowered her 
right hand to the mound and began to rub it lightly, unable to stop herself, 
rubbing harder and harder, her middle finger sliding along the wet crevice 
between her cuntlips, finding her aching, throbbing clitoris. She teased the 
erect member with her manicured fingernail. Pleasure rippled through her and 
she dropped her finger lower, slipping it into the tight mouth of her 
vagina, in and out, in and out, with her thumb now teasing hotly against her 
excitedly jerking clitoris. 

Her left hand found her breast, massaged it, cupped it, pulling hard at the 
nipple. Passion seethed through her body. Her mouth was open and her 
breathing was labored; unintelligible excitement gurgled in her throat as 
she drew her fingers back to stroke the moistening curls of the shiny pubic 
hair. 

She could feel the climax building within her, filling her with an almost 
forgotten delight. Her body rested firmly on her heels and she felt dizzy 
and spinning and in the air. Faster and faster and faster her middle finger 
rubbed across the sensitive flesh, churning the heat within her higher and 
higher, almost to the crest, to the brink, and her mind sang crazily, I'm 
going to cum, Don, I'm going to cum, I am. .. . 

"I'm going to cum, Don, I'm going to cum I am. . .." Fran cried out in the 
next room. "Don ... Don, fuck me hard with your big beautiful cock, your 
wonderful hard cock . ..!" 

Don's beautiful cock, Lynn thought hypnotized, my son's big beautiful hard 
cock! 

And then, for the first time in six months, she knew the feeling of erupting 
release. She exploded between her thighs. The carpet was wet, her hands were 
wet, her cunt was wet. 

She moaned softly in the darkness, and her body shook with inner vibrations. 
Her finger continued to rub hard across her jerking clitoris. Her climax 
seemed to last forever... an incredible eternity ... a tremendous orgasm ... 
before it ebbed. 

She withdrew her hand and sat on the floor. Her eyes refused to focus and 
her head was covered in sweat. She forgot who she was and where she was. She 
remained in that position for a long moment, trying to catch her breath, her 
body weak and drained and still tingling. The sounds from the other room 
jolted her back to reality. 

"Don . .. Don, make me cum now, make me cum!" 

"We're almost there ... almost, Fran baby, my sweet fuck!" 

Dear sweet Jesus, what have I done? She had fingered herself to orgasm ... 
she had cum while thinking about her own son's cock. Shame engulfed her ... 
shame and a deep revulsion swept over her in nauseous waves, and a low quiet 
moan of frustration came from her throat. She stood up, unsteadily, letting 
the nightgown drop down. Tears rolled from her eyes and she fled down the 
hall to her bedroom. 

She threw herself on the bed, letting the tears and sobs flow easy from her 
mouth and eyes. Lynn was confused and frightened. She was filled with a 
self-hate and a terror. Her world had suddenly fallen down around her. This 
day, a day that had seemed so right and wonderful, this day she had waited 
for, this day was coming to an end. ... 

"Hurry, cum . .. cum .. . cummm!" Fran sang excitedly, and Don echoed her 
words. 

He fucked her deep and hard, pushing his big hard dick into the hot tight 
pussy of the young girl. He sent his wet finger far up into her asshole, as 
her finger crept into his anal depths. Don rammed his prick still harder 
into her, in time with his finger, while her finger performed the same 
rhythm inside his fluttering asshole. She held him tight between her thighs, 
opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard cock thrusts, 
and he knew he would cum any second now. 

"Fuuuucccckk me ... make me cum," Fran continued to sing out, spurring him 
on to greater heights, pounding her heels with the tempo on his back. Her 
eyes rolled in her head, her face contorted with lust as she sought her 
release. 

"I'm there, Don, I'm cumming. Doonnnn, oohhh, Doonnnn!" The words burst from 
her throat in a low wail and she pulled her thighs back until her 
wide-spread crotch was pressed to his loins. 

Don felt the warm love-juices of her climax burn and flow around his 
pounding cock as he rammed his body brutally against hers and she locked 
herself up on his prick with all her power. And then the heat which was 
building in his balls became unbearable and he gasped. Finally, the hot 
erupting love-lave began its rush from the swelling scrotum along the 
underside of his cock. He emptied his male sperm deep up into the warm 
depths of her hot, wet, lusting pussy. It took forever for that last droplet 
to reach its destination and then his cock began to deflate. He withdrew it 
slowly, trailing strands of semen along her belly as he rolled over beside 
her. 

A few moments passed and then Fran said, in a contented voice, "Oh, Don, 
baby, you really know how to fuck! You're the greatest fucker in the world." 

Don felt a mixture of pride and anger. "Have you done it with a lot of men, 
Fran?" 

"Honey, I wasn't exactly a virgin when you met me. You knew that." 

"Yeah, I guess I did. But I didn't think you had many guys." 

"No, sweetie, not many. But you're the best anyhow." 

He held the girl tightly, feeling her naked body against his, momentarily 
satisfied. He began to wonder if this was the type of woman he wanted to 
spend his life with. He was pretty certain he loved her, but did she love 
him? Or was it just the way he fucked that she liked? And if they married, 
would she be faithful? 

The questions swept around in his brain as he lay there, but he couldn't 
find the answer for them. He wished she were more like his mother.... 

His mother! 

Jesus, he wondered if his mother had heard them balling. It was bad enough 
she had to see them fondling each other in the afternoon, but if she 
overheard them fucking, and the things they had been saying to each 
other.... 

He could feel a cold sweat mounting around him. He prayed silently that she 
had slept soundly. He could never face her in the morning if he thought she 
had heard them making love. 

The sound of footsteps in the room startled the two people. In the darkness, 
they could not see anything. Suddenly, they felt someone jump onto the bed. 

"Heinz! How long have you been here?" Don asked, even feeling guilty at 
seeing his beloved dog. He could tell by the way Heinz was panting and 
sniffing at Fran's crotch, that he had been there long enough. 

One thing he knew at that moment, there would be no more fucking Fran in 
that bed, or even in that house. He would not expose his mom to that, not 
after the way she had worked to have given him everything. No, when he and 
Fran wanted to screw, he would take her to Nixon Woods, a deserted place in 
the Northwest suburbs. Then they could do whatever they wanted and not worry 
about his mother ... his mom.... 

Lynn awoke early after a restless sleep and stared sadly at the ceiling. The 
shame she had felt after finger-fucking herself the night before was still 
with her. She was sick to her stomach and exhausted. 

The guilt she felt was not from masturbation she had experienced-she had 
done that before-but over her image of Don's prick so firmly planted in her 
mind. 

What is the matter with me? I must be sick, I must be crazy to have done it. 
I don't understand why. It's as if some deep hidden desire within me wants 
to have sex with my son. Oh, God, what a terrible thing, a mother wanting 
her own son, wanting to make love to her own son, wanting his prick deep 
inside her pussy. ... 

Her thoughts made her body tremble and she rubbed at her swollen eyes. She 
felt confused, as if she had been through some kind of nightmare and 
couldn't come out of it. She was both disgusted and fascinated at the same 
time. 

She blamed Fran Simon for turning her day of great joy into one of emotional 
upheaval. If Fran hadn't come home with Don, this turmoil and rage wouldn't 
be seething inside of her now. And how could she get rid of this girl? How 
could she tell Don how she felt about Fran? How could she order her out of 
the house without turning Don against her, without admitting to him that she 
had heard everything that went on the night before? There was no way, no way 
at all.... 

She lay in bed a while longer with her thoughts echoing through her mind, 
and then abruptly got out of bed, put on a robe and headed down the hall. It 
was quiet; Fran and Don were still asleep in separate rooms. Lynn went into 
the bathroom and took a long, hot shower, trying to pull herself together, 
Letting Don know about last night would solve nothing, and perhaps make 
everything worse. 

In her bedroom, she put on a flowing caftan and tied her hair into a 
ponytail. She applied her makeup and gave herself a going-over in the 
mirror. Aside from a few shadows around her eyes, she looked fine. She tried 
to smile and, with a sigh, she went out and started preparing breakfast. 

Don came into the kitchen twenty minutes later and kissed her on the cheek, 
as the aroma of sausage and eggs filled his nostrils. "Wow, Mom, that smells 
great." 

Lynn smiled. "It's just about ready, Donnie," she said. "You'd better wake 
your ... girl. .. Fran." 

"I've already done that. She'll be right in." 

Don sat down at the table and slowly drank the orange juice his mother had 
poured for him. "Oh, Mom, it's sure great to be home. I've missed you, I 
really missed you." 

Lynn felt her heart warm and the memory of last night faded a little. She 
felt better, just hearing her precious son say things like that to her. She 
looked at Don with deep love in her eyes, and tried to think of it as the 
love of a mother for her son, and nothing more. 

"And I missed you too, darling, more than you'll ever know." 

She loaded up his plate with sausage and eggs and gave it to him, fixing two 
more plates, not quite as heaping, for herself and Fran. She poured the 
coffee and was just sitting down as the young girl entered, wearing a pair 
of tight hotpants and a halter top. She gave Don a quick kiss on the cheek 
and had a warm, friendly smile on her face for his mother. 

"Lovely day, isn't it, Mrs. Stolte?" She smiled as she sat down. 

"Why yes, it really is, Fran," Lynn answered, trying to be friendly. "We've 
been having wonderful weather these past few weeks." 

"I think I'll sunbathe out on the terrace today, if you don't mind," Fran 
said. "I'd really hate to lose this tan." 

"Of course," Lynn said, as she reached down to give Heinz a piece of 
sausage. "And what are your plans for today, Don?" 

"Hmm, not much really," he said. "I'll probably call a few of my friends and 
let them know I'm back in town, but I can do that later. I guess I'll hang 
around the house for now, and maybe take in a little sun with Fran." 

Lynn sipped at her coffee. "I have a hair appointment later, and some 
shopping to do, so I'll be gone most of the day. Is there anything you want 
me to get while I'm out shopping-either of you?" 

"No, I don't think so. What about you, Fran?" 

"No, Mrs. Stolte, I have everything I need." She looked at Don's crotch, as 
she answered. 

They continued talking about unimportant things during the pleasant 
breakfast, and even Fran joined in the conversation. Lynn felt better, 
although her mind was still somewhat confused, but some of the guilt 
feelings of the night before vanished. 

After the dishes were done and the house straightened up, Lynn said good-bye 
to the two young people, got the car out of the garage and headed for NEW 
TOWN, where she bought a few groceries that wouldn't perish in the heat. It 
was such a beautiful day, she decided to walk around and look at the array 
of stores that lined Broadway, before heading for her appointment. 

As she headed back to her car which was parked on Diversey, she stopped in 
front of a window to admire a dress in one of the better shops. She thought 
she heard someone calling her name, but when she looked around, she couldn't 
see a familiar face. She turned back to the dress store window and then 
heard it again. 

"Lynn! Lynn Stolte!" 

She turned around to see a handsome man hurrying across the street to her. 
She broke into a smile as she recognized him. 

"Herb!" she said as he approached the sidewalk. "Herb Williams!" 

"In the flesh," he answered smiling. "Jesus, Lynn, it's great to see you 
again. It's been ... how many years? Nine, I'll bet." 

"Easily," she said as they both beamed at each other. "When did you return 
to Chicago? Are you visiting? Back to stay? The last I heard, you'd moved to 
Las Vegas." 

"Yes, that's where I've been, but I couldn't stand that dry desert air, 
among other things, so I'm back here now, for good I hope. I just got back 
last week, and I've thought of calling you as soon as I got settled." 

"Where are you staying?" 

"Got this cute little coach house not far from here, around Fullerton." 

"You must be doing well to afford that atmosphere. Property isn't cheap in 
this area any more, I hear." 

"The adult novelty business is booming," he admitted. He took her hands in 
his and Lynn could feel pleasure at his touch. He looked at her. "God, 
you're as beautiful as ever, Lynn. Of course, I never expected anything 
different from you." 

His words pleased her. "You haven't changed much either. A little gray at 
the temples, but it only makes you more handsome." 

"Stop it, please. It'll go to my head!" 

Lynn looked into his brown eyes, framed by a handsome face, and she felt a 
surge of excitement pour through her-the same excitement she felt for him 
long ago. Lynn Grady-her maiden name-and Herb Williams had grown up 
together, been high school sweethearts and had even mentioned marriage once 
or twice. They had a nice fun relationship, never made the fuck scene, but 
had indulged in heavy petting. 

Once, in a quiet secluded woods, they almost reached the point of fucking, 
but before they could get that far, they had a fight and broke up on that 
very night. It was soon after that when Lynn met Jack Stolte-who literally 
swept her off her feet. She married Jack within a month, fancying herself 
deeply in love with him. It was later that she realized it was probably a 
rebound romance-her way of trying to forget Herb. 

Herb was broken up when he heard about the marriage coming up for Lynn, but 
he realized it was for the best. He was not ready to settle down. He even 
showed up at their reception, and took movies of the evening for them. 
Photography had always been his hobby-a passion with him. He left a few 
years later and Lynn lost track of him-until now. 

"Hey," Herb said, "it's almost lunchtime. How about eating with me? Your old 
man won't mind, I'm sure." 

Lynn's smile left her face. "Herb, I . . . well, it's like this____" 

Herb looked sober. "Hey, don't tell me you two have split up?" 

"Not exactly," Lynn said. "Jack died about six years ago. It was a car 
accident. I'll tell you about it when we have more time." 

Herb was silent for a moment. "I'm really sorry. I never liked Jack that 
much, but I am truly sorry." 

"Herb, our marriage was over long before he died." 

He put his arm through hers. "Well, I'll give you a fair warning-I intend to 
date you again, as I did in high school. You can turn me down, but I'll keep 
trying until you get too weak to fight me." 

Lynn laughed. "Well, if you persist, I probably will give in." 

"Let's start with lunch, okay?" 

"Well, I have an appointment, but I think I can cancel it-or move it to a 
later hour. No problem." 

"Great, Hey, let's go to Gino's on Rush street." 

"That would be wonderful." Lynn always had liked the atmosphere of the 
little Italian restaurant. 

They got into Herb's car-a new black Javelin, and Lynn felt happy and 
relaxed again. It was nice seeing Herb after so many years. The events of 
the night before were growing more distant each minute. She felt neither 
frightened nor worried. 

She thought of how wonderful it would be if she and Herb got back together 
again. But maybe that was too much to hope for. Too many years had passed 
between them and she knew it wouldn't be exactly the same as before. 

The thoughts stayed with her all the way to Gino's. She called the beauty 
salon and cancelled her appointment and then sat down in the booth with 
Herb, who had already ordered martini's for both of them. 

"I don't usually drink martinis during the day, without a good reason. They 
go to my head. I never could handle them well. I guess running into you 
today is a good enough reason." 

Herb smiled. "Drink it slowly. They make the best martinis in town. Gino's 
always did." 

They toasted each other. Lynn thought Herb was right as usual. The drinks 
were really good. She felt relaxed and at ease and talked freely to him of 
her husband's death, and of his chasing around for the years before that 
time. She told him about Don and how grown up he had become. It was nice to 
have someone to talk to again. 

Herb kept looking at her, but he was thinking his own thoughts. Jesus crap, 
I'd love to fuck her. I'd love to shove it into her. I always wanted her, 
then that silly fight and Jack coming along to ace me out of the picture. 
Can't say I'm sorry he's gone. I'm gonna shove it to her yet. My prick aches 
at the thought of sliding up her cunt. 

Herb tried not to change his facial expressions at the lewd thoughts racing 
through his mind. He signaled the waiter for another round of drinks. Lynn 
tried to protest about drinking on an empty stomach, but she was having a 
good time and didn't really care. 

She sipped her second drink slowly, and the gin flowed through her 
pleasantly, relaxing her even more. They reminisced about school days and 
the things they had done. She even made references to their more intimate 
moments. She knew she was getting a little high, but didn't give a damn. 

Herb ordered a mushroom pizza and a bottle of wine. He thought he might get 
her drunk enough to go back home with him. She looked as though she might be 
starving for a little sex and he intended to satisfy her appetite. 

The prospect of finally getting his cock into her cunt excited him. He held 
her hand, and she made no effort to remove it. He could feel his cock 
begging for room inside his pants, and he stared at her shapely breasts. 

Damn, I wouldn't mind taking some nude pictures of her. In fact, I wouldn 't 
mind being in them myself. Wonder what she 'd think if she knew how I made 
most of my money, transporting underage girls over the state line for 
prostitution. White slavery, and some black slavery too. If she had any idea 
of why I left Las Vegas, one step ahead of the vice squad and the Mann act. 
All because of that bitch-mother of that hot-assed eleven-year-old girl. .. 
she practically wanted to be an equal partner. 

The idea of taking nude pictures of Lynn intrigued him. The idea of fucking 
her intrigued him even more. He decided he would do both, and very 
soon-maybe later that day. 

Lynn was well into her second glass of wine by that time. "I don't think 
you'd better have any more to drink." 

"Don't be silly, Herb, there's not much alcohol in wine. I'd like one more." 

She was feeling light-headed and her mind felt a little dull, from the 
liquor. Her cheeks felt hot, but she was having a great time and she 
deserved it! 

As Lynn and Herb left the restaurant, she felt somewhat unsteady and hung 
onto Herb's arm. There was a flame in the pit of her stomach, and she 
giggled and laughed as they stepped into the sunlight. 

"You know what? I'm glad I didn't have my hair done. I don't feel like 
having my hair done." 

"Fine. I have an idea! Come on up to my place for some coffee. We can both 
use it. I'll show you my place and we can talk some more." 

"Well, I don't know____" 

"Come on, Lynn. It's been so long, and we have so much to catch up on. I 
don't want to lose sight of you again." 

"All right, Mr. Williams. I accept your invitation, but don't let me stay 
long. I must be home to fix supper for Don." 

"I'll get you back in plenty of time, I promise." 

They drove to Fullerton and headed west to Grant Street, where Herb made a 
left turn and parked the car outside a little coach house-his coach house. 

He showed her around the house, graced with pictures he had taken of the 
straight, clean variety. They went into the living room where he lit a fire 
in the fireplace. 

"Ill put up a pot of coffee. Be gone just a minute. Stay where you are, 
baby. You look lovely sitting there." 

Herb went quickly into the kitchen, put on a pot of water to boil, and added 
a little sloe gin to the cup, which would sweeten the coffee as sugar would, 
but a little more potent and undetectable. 

He poured the boiling water into the cup, added some more sweetener-this 
time real sugar-and carried it in to Lynn. "Aren't you having any?" she 
said. 

"No, not right now. Go ahead." 

Lynn took a sip, smiled at Herb. "Just the way I like it. You remembered, 
Herb!" 

He sat down next to her, his arm casually on the back of the couch above her 
shoulders, watching her drain the coffee and set the empty cup down on the 
table. 

Herb carried on a light conversation, giving the liquor time to work on her. 
Her eyes were glazed and her cheeks were getting hotter. 

When they reached a lull in the conversation, Herb took her chin in his 
hands and turned her face toward him. "Lynn," he whispered, "I want to kiss 
you, now." 

"Oh, Herb, I don't. ..." 

"Please, Lynn, just once." 

She wet her lips. "Yes, I want to kiss you too, Herb." And she did want to 
kiss him. She felt so good inside, so close to him. It all seemed so natural 
and so perfect. 

His mouth sought out hers, found it and her lips parted under his. He felt 
his cock having a spasm, and he pulled her body closer to his. Her breasts 
felt soft against his chest, soft and enticing He made the first kiss a 
gentle one, so as not to frighten her, but when she responded, he let his 
tongue flick across her lips and slide hotly into her mouth, which accepted 
the searching probe. Her own tongue responded, swirling against his. 

Lynn knew she was becoming aroused-just as she had been aroused by him many 
times before as a young girl. She could feel her pussy becoming wet and 
creamy and dampening her panties. She opened and closed her legs in sexual 
tempo. Her nipples hardened beneath her bra and she trembled in his arms. It 
had been a long time since she had had sex, since she had been loved, and 
her masturbation of the night before and other nights only demanded that she 
be fulfilled. 

Herb could feel the trembling and wanted to take advantage of it. His tongue 
moved faster while his hand slid down along her arm. Her breath was 
quickening to the rhythm and she clung to him. 

He moved his hand up and slid it down along her back, almost to the curve of 
her ass, teasing her spine. His breathing kept the same pace as hers and his 
cock was getting stiffer. Lynn was getting hotter by the minute and Herb 
knew he would score with her for sure. He would finally be fucking Lynn 
Stolte-nee Grady-in no time at all. 

 Chapter Four 

He decided not to waste any more precious time. He put the tips of his 
fingers lightly on her swelling tits. As he rubbed first one rounded globe 
and then the other, he could hear the sharp intake of her breath and feel 
the stiffening of her body. She made no effort to pull away, her mind dulled 
by the liquor, her body crying out with an urgent need and her desire to be 
caressed, overwhelming. 

He ran his thumb along the bud of the hard nipple, while his heart pounded 
wildly in his chest. His cock leaped madly around beneath the material of 
his shorts and their tongues were fused. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse, 
reaching down inside her bra to touch her smooth ripe breast, causing her to 
moan in wild anticipation. He turned her body toward him, fitting it against 
his, burning with passion from head to toe. 

He reached lower inside the bra, finding her nipple and pinching it almost 
painfully with his thumb and forefinger. He removed his hand and slid it 
down to her thigh, along the apex of her legs, with his middle finger 
extended to stroke the outside of her vaginal lips, cupping the full mound 
within the palm of his hand.... 

Suddenly reality overtook her mind, and she knew she couldn't let this 
happen. This wasn't the time or the place .. . she had to control herself. 
His body felt so good, so warm, so sincere. His kisses were electrifying, 
but she needed a better reason than just a violent need for release. It had 
to be genuine love. She needed time ... time. 

She pulled her mouth away and twisted her body, removing his hand from her 
trembling crotch. She moved to the opposite side of the couch, trying to 
compose herself. She saw the desire written all over his face, and her heart 
went out to him. 

"No, Herb, we can't do this. It's just not right. Not now, not yet. It's the 
liquor ... I was dizzy, but...." 

Lynn, are you crazy? I'm burning up for you!" 

"I'm sorry, really I am. I shouldn't have let it get this far." 

The little bitch, he thought. She works me up to where my balls are ready to 
crack and calls it a day. I've got to fuck her. I can't force her. I've got 
to keep myself from tearing off her clothes and raping her. I've got to bide 
my time and cool it, and work up a line of shit to get her into bed with me 
. .. to get her to beg me to take her into bed, to fuck her.. .. 

"You're right, honey," he forced himself to say. "I shouldn't have acted 
like that. I got carried away. The sight of you always did that to me. I've 
always wanted you, but not like this." 

"You're so good, Herb. You always were." 

"Is there a chance for us, tell me?" 

The fire was still burning within her and she tried not to look at the bulge 
in his pants, getting smaller. She wanted him and yet she couldn't relent, 
not now, not yet.... 

"Yes, there's a chance, a good chance," she said. 

"That's all that matters," Herb replied, standing up. "Have some more coffee 
and I'll drive you back to your car." 

Herb walked out to the kitchen. He knew he hadn't scored yet, but he knew by 
the look in her eyes, it wouldn't take long ... next time for sure. And when 
he did, it would be a fuck she would remember forever, and one he wouldn't 
be likely to forget either. 

Fran and Don were lying on the terrace outside the glassed-in living room. 
They had been there since shortly after Lynn had left, drinking cool drinks 
and soaking up the sun. 

Don was wearing his lemon-colored tight trunks, showing off his well-tanned 
skin, and Fran wore a bikini that did little to hide her full breasts and 
triangular cuntal mound. Don lay on his back, half-a wake, half-asleep, as 
Fran sat beside him, her fingers running up and down his muscled arm. 

"Don, honey, you know what I'd like to do right now?" she said and 
half-smiled. 

"No, I can't guess," he said without wonder. 

"I'd like to suck that big cock in your trunks." 

"Oh, Fran, for Jesus's sake!" He sat up and looked at the beautiful girl. 

"That's what I want to do. I want your big prick in my mouth, all the way 
down my throat so I can lick it around with my tongue and suck on it until 
that hot cum spurts out and goes down my throat." 

Her choice of words always had the same effect on him. He could feel his 
cock spasm as it bulged out the front of his trunks into an erection. She 
slid her hands between his legs and stroked the hard pole and the balls, as 
her breath came faster. 

"Fran, damn you! Stop it. What if someone sees us? What if Mom walks in?" He 
pushed her away, without force. 

"No one can see us. The terrace walls are high enough, and we're laying on 
the floor. We're completely alone, and your mom won't be home for a long 
time, remember?" 

"No, I said no and I mean it! Don't you ever take no for an answer?" But he 
knew she didn't. 

The sensuous girl could feel his voice weakening and she flashed her sexiest 
smile. Don always melted like butter in the sun for her. She could make him 
do anything she wanted, and right now, she wanted to suck his prick. The 
thought of it made her cunt tingle and she could feel the lubrication 
starting in her pussy. She knelt down over him and unfastened the top of her 
bikini, letting her smooth tits fall in his face. She cupped them in her 
hands and offered them to Don. 

"Don, wouldn't you like to nibble on these for a while? Wouldn't you like to 
play with them and suck the nipples? Wouldn't you like to sit on them, while 
I take your hard cock deep into my mouth?" Don knew the war was almost over 
and he was definitely losing the battle. He was always powerless with her 
where sex was concerned. Just listening to her words, watching her 
movements, touching her tits, would cause his cock to pulsate and his balls 
to fill to overflowing. His hands reached out over the soft breasts, 
squeezing them. Playing with her nipples. 

Fran moaned as she reached down and gently removed his trunks, releasing the 
hard throbbing cock. Then she removed the bottom of her bikini. As she did 
so, she let her breasts sway against his fingers. He was hypnotized and 
cared about nothing at that moment but this luscious body hovering over him. 

Fran's hands found the throbbing boy fuck pole and she held it in her palms, 
rubbing it up and down, slowly, with feeling. Don felt the exciting pleasure 
electrify his groin as the girl stroked his heavy balls, teasing them. She 
let her finger roam to the anal opening she had entered the night before, 
and Don felt as though he would burst. 

The girl got up on all fours, still caressing the hard pole, and spread his 
legs apart. Her large tits swayed in front of his face and chest as she 
moved her body about. 

She looked at the prick with its foreskin covering the head, and she was 
fascinated by its length and width. She let her fingertips run over it, 
slowly, enticingly. She bent down to kiss the moist organ, her lips probing 
every inch of it, until her mouth was filled with it. Don arched his back, 
driving his loins upward to sink the cock deep into the warm orifice, and 
she opened her lips wide to accept his offering. 

Don groaned in pain, pleasure and delight. 

Her tongue licked crazily at his shaft and she sucked his cockhead lovingly 
and slowly, making him cry out, causing him to twist his body. She twirled 
her tongue around the blood-swollen head. She kissed his testicles and 
nibbled at the bottom of his cock, taking some of the thick hair in her 
mouth, letting her saliva wet it. She slid her tongue up and down along the 
tremendous rounded tip and even between the lips of the slit in the end. 

Her pussy burned and her tits were like granite. She wanted to fuck him, but 
she was enjoying the blow-job she was expertly giving him. She moved her 
head up and down on his cock as she held the shaft tight in her hand. She 
rolled his balls around with her other hand as he sighed and moved his body. 

She sucked hungrily at his cock, while shivers of sensual delight coursed 
through her. Then she pulled away from his cock again and began to suck on 
his nuts. They were heavy, filled with hot cream waiting for release. She 
licked at the underside of his scrotum. 

Her tongue flicked at the cockhead, making it convulse. She loved this job 
more than any other in the world. 

"Oooohhhhh!" All that could be heard was 

Don's deep moan, as his aching prick was being worked over so lovingly. 

"Woooowwww!" Fran joined him in the chant, thinking only about sucking his 
dick to cumming, letting his balls erupt and fill her mouth, her throat, 
like an ice cream soda through a straw. ... 

Herb and Lynn finished their coffee and he drove her back to the car. She 
still wasn't completely sober, but she felt she could drive home. Herb 
thought it would be best if he followed her home to see that she got there 
safely. The sight of her Gremlin made him laugh, as he pulled up next to it 
in his Javelin. They both loved American Motors and thought it might have 
something to do with the fact that they had many good times in their school 
days, having picnics up in Wisconsin, where they made the cars. 

Lynn was in a happy mood as she drove the Gremlin carefully down the outer 
drive, glancing now and then at the Javelin keeping close behind her. She 
pulled her car into the garage, while Herb found parking on the street. They 
joined each other in front of the apartment building. 

"See, Mister Smartie, I told you I was able to drive." 

"You did great, Lynn, but I'm still glad I stayed behind you. I'm 
responsible for the condition you're in." 

"Okay, I'll pay you back now with a cup of coffee. Anyhow, I'd like you to 
come up and see Donnie. You'll be shocked at how grown up he is. I wonder if 
he'll know who you are, it's been so long since he's seen you." 

Herb wasn't anxious to see Don, but he didn't want to tell Lynn that. Anyone 
could see how she glowed when she spoke of her son. They locked arms and 
headed inside the building and into the elevator. 

The apartment was quiet as they entered the narrow hallway, using Lynn's 
key. She wondered if Don and Fran had gone out. 

They stepped into the living room and Herb glanced out at the terrace. "Holy 
shit!" he said. 

Lynn looked in the direction of his eyes, and froze . .. shocked at the 
sight that greeted her eyes. She stared but did not move. 

There they were, her son and the filthy bitch, naked in the sunlight, her 
head between his legs, her tits hitting him, their bodies moving in rhythm, 
her mouth engulfing his beautiful clean dick, up and down, up and down, her 
filthy tongue flicking in and out over the beautiful fleshy cockhead. Her 
son's erect cock shining in the late afternoon sun. That pure cock that she 
loved so much, that she ached to touch. 

Why, it's bigger than I even imagined! It's beautiful and fascinating. 
That's my son's cock, his prick, his penis, his balls, his testicles. ... 

She stared enraptured at the huge organ, and at the girl performing fellatio 
on it. A low scream left her lips. She wanted to escape the sight, but she 
knew she was too fascinated to move. And besides that, Herb was holding her 
in such a way that she - could not turn her head away from it. 

She could hear her son moan with delight and pain, as the girl crouched over 
him. 

She could hear Fran respond in a garbled sound, as she increased her sucking 
speed on his prick. 

Lynn's eyes bulged at the sight, but she no longer saw the girl. Her full 
vision was on her son, with his tanned body ... the nude body she had not 
seen for so long... her focus planted firmly on his thick prick and heavy 
sperm-bloated balls. 

My God, it's big, at least nine inches long! It's bigger than his father's 
was. How I'd love to have that deep inside of me.. .. Her thoughts confused 
her as they always did. 

She realized again what she was thinking, but this time she couldn't erase 
the thoughts. The sight was shocking, she knew, but she was a captive 
audience. The liquor was running through her veins again, and she didn't 
care what she thought, only what she saw. She was looking at his magnificent 
body, and it belonged to her son, her Donnie, her little boy, her man. .. . 
She felt her pussy swell up with excitement as the heat rose inside her 
loins. Her nipples became taut and her breasts ached to have her son suck on 
them. Her breath came in short, spasmodic sounds. 

She was conscious of the fact that she was not the only one being aroused by 
the sight. She could feel Herb's hot breath behind her. 

She was right. .. Donnie certainly had grown up. This well-hung man and this 
cock-sucking girl were not playing doctor . . .He looked at the girl's tits 
and pussy. He knew he would give anything to trade places with the young 
stud enjoying the hot-wet cock-eating mouth. 

He felt his own cock start to pulsate and grow and beg for freedom. He knew 
that Lynn was excited watching too, and he intended to use it to his 
advantage. He was disappointed a short while ago, coming so close to fucking 
her and being rejected. Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad after all. She was 
ready and watching this blow-job was exciting her to the point of arousal. 

Herb's cock was rigid and throbbing as he held Lynn tightly, standing in 
back of her. She could feel the bulge of his prick, as it touched up against 
her ass. He moved closer, and she didn't resist him She leaned back so that 
her buttocks were up against the shaft and Herb could feel premature cum 
make its way out of his cockhead. Lynn still stood watching the cock she so 
adored. 

Herb held her more tightly, undulating his body across her ass cheeks. His 
breathing was rapid, but he realized that Lynn did not even feel the hard 
prick or hear his hot breathing. She was in another world. 

He leaned closer and whispered, "Look, baby, look at your son and his girl 
having a wild time. Look at the way she sucks that hard cock, kissing it, 
playing with it, taking pleasure in it... and look at him, enjoying every 
minute of it." 

Lynn could not reply. Words wouldn't come out of her mouth. What is he 
talking about?Doesn't he realize that it's me sucking on Donnie's cock. I'm 
not watching another girl. I'm watching me .. . I'm sucking my own son off. 
Her brain whirled around at the thought. 

Neither Lynn nor Herb were conscious of Heinz' entrance as they stood 
mesmerized. He lay down near them and could feel the odor of sex permeate 
the room. His male animal prick became rigid as he watched the couple on the 
terrace and the couple directly over him. His panting and hard breathing 
blended in with theirs. 

Don could feel the pressure mounting in his young loins and he thought about 
filling Fran's mouth with his cum. He pumped harder and the girl sucked 
harder. He was waiting for the final release of semen from his swollen ball 
sac. 

The girl squeezed and kneaded the balls, sucking faster and using every 
trick she was capable of to bring him to a climax. She wanted that hot 
love-juice in her mouth, making its way down to her belly. 

Lynn wanted to move away from Herb, but she knew she couldn't. Her pussy was 
hot with fire, and she felt the passion rising in her loins. She moved her 
ass in rhythm with the couple on the terrace, while Herb continued to 
whisper in her ear. "Look, baby, look at them. They're having fun, aren't 
they? It's exciting . . . watch what they do .. . that's what you should be 
doing ... we should be doing...." 

His hands moved up her arms to her shoulders and one hand reached around and 
came to rest on the top of her breast. He massaged the pliant gland and 
squeezed at the delicate nipple, which was already hard. 

Both her body and her brain were frozen. Only her desire was mounting 
rapidly. She felt a hardness behind her and knew a cock was rubbing up and 
down her buttocks. 

She trembled as she became more aware. It felt good. She wanted to stop it, 
but she had no power-only lusting passion. 

Herb's hand was soon joined by his other hand, each holding a tender breast, 
and his erect cock was grinding hotly into her buttocks. Her nipples 
quivered and her hips began to undulate wildly. Her nipples were being 
squeezed, but her gaze never left the couple on the terrace, especially the 
thick organ dancing in the sunlight. 

Herb worked at her breasts, certain this time he would fuck her. 

He bent her over, still whispering lewd words in her ear. He removed one 
hand from her breast and carefully unfastened her slacks. He pulled them 
down along with her panties, and again she offered no resistance. They lay 
in a heap around her ankles and she unconsciously stepped out of them. He 
slid his pants down, leaving his shorts on. His fingers rubbed over her ass, 
until she moaned softly. 

"That's nice, isn't it? It feels good, doesn't it? 

I've got something else for you ... something long and hard and very hot." 

She loved being touched and caressed, on her breasts, between her legs, in 
her soft downy cuntal valley, which was now moist with desire. He parted her 
legs slightly and stroked her from behind. 

She watched the moving bodies on the terrace and she felt totally consumed 
by emotion seething through her body. She gasped and wondered why they 
didn't hear her. The couple would not have felt an earthquake nor heard a 
twenty-one-gun salute right then. They were enmeshed in each other. 

"I'm going to fuck you now, Lynn," Herb whispered in her ear. "I'm going to 
stick my big hard cock inside of your cunt like I always thought about 
doing." 

She heard the words but her brain was too confused to respond. Yes, fuck me, 
Bonnie, right here and now. I need your cock. 

Herb pulled her trembling buttocks far apart with his quick fingers, 
revealing the slit between her thighs. His other hand left her breast to 
offer help, spreading the cheeks so that the tight anus seemed to widen, 
causing her to groan again. He teased his middle finger down and under the 
soft tunnel, moving with a slowness along the outer wall of her cunt and 
then moving upward to the aroused clitoris. Lynn felt tingles of desire as 
the man manipulated her cunt. 

He maintained the stroking of her trembling clitoris as his other hand 
deftly removed his shorts. His cock, swollen with blood and semen, felt 
near-ready to erupt as it leapt into view. He pressed it forward to where 
his finger was. He worked around to the front of the women and slipped his 
cock between her legs, while his finger continued to stroke the fiery cuntal 
opening. 

She opened and closed her legs without realizing what she was doing. Her 
eyes still watched her son and his cock-sucking girl friend. 

Herb worked the tip of his dick into her vagina, removing his finger at the 
same time. He didn't want to impale her pussy immediately. He had to go 
slow, careful not to bring her out of the trance she was in. He didn't want 
to spoil the moment. He knew it would be the best fuck he ever had. He had 
waited so long for it. 

Slowly, he worked the entire head of his swollen cock up and down the downly 
slit, while the pressure in his testicles mounted. He forced himself to go 
slow, but it was getting difficult. Lynn was panting wildly, churning her 
body, rubbing her hands on her sensuous breasts, all the while watching the 
couple on the terrace. 

Herb could stand it no longer. "Lynn, I'm going to fuck you. My cock's going 
to fuck your beautiful cunt. . . ." 

Lynn waited in anticipation, the lewd words exciting her, making the juices 
flow from her cunt around his cockhead. She spread her legs wider at his 
command. Herb sat down on a chair .directly behind him, holding the woman 
tightly and pulling her slowly down, giving him access to the tight, moist, 
hot cunt. 

His cock slowly entered her pliant vagina as she lowered herself over it. He 
gritted his teeth to keep from slamming it into her. Another inch inside her 
pussy and then another. He wanted all ten inches engulfed by her wet, creamy 
cunt. 

J feel it inside me, Donnie, don't stop now. I can feel that young cock 
rising in my cunt. It feels so good inside me. . .. She knew there was 
something wrong with her thoughts, but she didn't quite know what it was. 

More of the prick entered her and her cunt accepted it happily. The balls 
hung like weights, ready to explode. His dick was finally inside his high 
school sweetheart's pussy, the one he had always longed to fuck. 

"MMMMMM," Lynn moaned in ecstasy as the hard pole completed its travels deep 
inside her pussy. The walls of her cunt enveloped it and he groaned, raising 
her a little to withdraw it a bit, and then lowered her, shoving it all the 
way home. Then faster and faster. He couldn't take it easy any longer. 

His hands were kneading her ass cheeks. His fucked her pussy hard and she 
moved her body to accommodate the act. Raising and lowering herself to suck 
the cock in and out of her body, and seeing only her son and the 
cock-sucking girl. .. through the terrace window. 

Out on the terrace, Don was moments away from cumming. Fran's mouth was 
working feverishly around the pumping pole. His prick began to convulse 
wildly and, suddenly without warning, rush after rush of burning love-juice 
spurted from his organ, filling the girl's mouth so quickly, she thought she 
would choke. She squeezed at his testicles as if to wring them dry and 
caught every drop in her hungry mouth. 

Don pulled her hair at the same time, pushing her head deeper between his 
legs, burying his prick in her throat, until he was emptied of every drop of 
sperm and her mouth was full of the creamy boy cum. 

The young girl still nibbled at the deflating organ, milking it dry. Don was 
exhausted and a sigh of satisfaction escaped his lips. Fran collapsed, 
exhausted too. She lay over Don, who held her tightly, kissing her lips 
still wet with his cum. They had no idea what was taking place in the house, 
a few feet away from them. 

Lynn knew what was taking place on the terrace, but she too, was not aware 
fully of what was taking place in the house. She watched her son cum in the 
girl's mouth. She watched his hard-on gradually disappear. But as she 
watched him cum, she sought to achieve her orgasm at the same time ... with 
her son. 

And she did! Suddenly, she came and felt pleasure so intense, it consumed 
her entire body. It was better than her husband, better than her finger ... 
it was her own sweet son. 

Herb's balls were churning and banging into the greedy vagina. He felt Lynn 
cumming and her love-juice gushed around his hard cock, and then his own cum 
erupted. He loved it. It was good, the way he knew it would be. 

Lynn felt Herb's cum running into her like hot oil, through her cunt and 
down her leg. And when the last spurt had left his cock, the hard prick 
gradually softened and slipped out. And with it, Lynn slipped back into 
reality. 

With the realization, came the advent of horror, shame and humiliation. And 
also the fact that she wasn't fulfilled. She suddenly felt unrewarded. This 
was not the cock she was imagining. It was older than the one she was 
dreaming of. She had a desire and a passion for a cock up her cunt, but not 
the one that now lay limp, leaking residual cum, in front of her pussy. It 
was Don's cock she had thought was fucking her. 

"Oh, God, dear God, what have I done?" She stood up immediately, pulling 
away from the exhausted, cum-drained man. She glanced at the terrace 
windows. There was her son. with the girl in his arms, and his cock as limp 
as the one that had just fucked her. And yet, even limp, it was more 
appealing. 

"Lynn. .. ." Herb started to say. 

Lynn looked at her nakedness in horror. She looked at the wet sperm on her 
pubic hairs. She felt the hot blush of shame. She saw him today for the 
first time in nine years, and gave herself to him . .. while watching her 
son's cock being sucked by another woman ... a young girl. And all the 
while, she had thought it was Donnie fucking her, Donnie cumming way up in 
her pussy. 

"Get out, Herb, please get out. Go away and don't come back again. Leave me 
alone, please...." 

Herb bit his lip. "Lynn, please ... let me____" 

"Just go, now!" She gathered up her clothes and ran from the room. 

Herb quickly put on his clothes and left the apartment, slipping quietly out 
the door. He got into his Javelin and headed home. 

Twenty minutes later, Fran and Don, again in their bathing suits, entered 
the apartment. It was quiet inside and they had no idea of what had taken 
place, and of being watched by the man and the mother. 

Heinz ran to Don as they opened the sliding doors, excited and barking. 

"Hey, what's with you, Heinzie old pal? You sound as though you want to tell 
us something. Doesn't he, Fran? Well, come on, let's romp a little while you 
tell me what's on your mind.. .." 

 Chapter Five 

Lynn ran into her bedroom, locking the door behind her. She threw her 
clothes on the floor and her body on the bed. Her brain was whirling around 
with a terrible guilt. She felt as though she was going insane. She thought 
of the night before, of running into Herb, of what had happened in the last 
hour. She thought of Don and Fran and the feeling came back again. She 
wanted her own son, and there was no denying it. She wanted him, not as a 
son, but as a lover. And her wanting him and watching him had allowed her to 
let Herb fuck her ... like an animal, while she watched her son's beautiful 
dick being eaten up by the filthy girl who had invaded her life. 

It ate away at her brain. Maybe she needed help, the help of a good shrink. 
She couldn't delude herself any longer. What she felt wasn't sane and 
healthy. She wanted sex with her son. She knew that Herb didn't love her. He 
only wanted her body, another woman to add to his collection. That was why 
he took advantage of the situation. He used his sickness to satisfy himself, 
sexually. She felt completely alone and helpless. 

She could feel herself break out into a cold sweat and her body shook 
uncontrollably. She had to find something to take her mind off the churning 
in her stomach. She gazed wildly around the room and her eyes came to rest 
on a bottle of imported cognac which Jack had given to her in one of his 
more generous moments. It had remained unopened, until now. She dashed to 
the dresser, took the bottle, broke the seal and put it to her mouth, 
drinking. ... 

The strong liquid flowed into her stomach, burning her throat along the way. 
She stopped to breathe and drank again. And again. The liquor began to numb 
her. She emptied more than half the bottle, and she could feel it working on 
her, calming her down, relaxing her. 

She staggered back to the bed, putting the bottle down on the night table 
next to her. Her brain was beginning to get fuzzy and her mind grew weak and 
sluggish from the effects of the alcohol. She still shook, but panic no 
longer gripped her. She looked at her naked body, with the dried cum still 
on it, and moaned low. 

Naked, she again threw herself across her bed, burying her face in the 
pillow. She wanted to pass out, but she didn't. She felt as though she were 
on a merry-go-round. She let the tears flow freely. She felt her body shake, 
and she was alone. 

It took quite a while before Don discovered that his mother was home. 

He was feeling tired but happy, the way he always did after sex with Fran. 
They sat around talking for a while about their future and the telephone 
rang twice. Both times, the calls were for Don-grade school friends, who had 
heard he was at home and wanted to see him. He planned to meet them that 
night at the Friendly, an old school hangout. He looked forward to talking 
about old times, and one friend, Lenny Farrell, hinted that they would have 
some pot to liven up the evening. Don liked that. He had smoked a joint 
every now and then and enjoyed it. Since the evening was to be a stag, he 
wasn't taking Fran along, and it was obvious she wasn't happy about the 
whole thing. Don decided to go downstairs to the storage room and see if his 
mini-bike was in working condition-and that was when he spotted his mother's 
car in the garage. 

Fear ran through him and he became worried. He hadn't seen her come home-he 
hadn't heard her in the apartment. She must have returned while they were on 
the terrace. He wondered if she had seen them .. . seen Fran sucking his 
prick? 

Holy fuck! If she had seen them, how would he ever face her again? And she'd 
hate them both. Damn Fran for weakening him to the point of submission! Why 
hadn't he kept his promise to himself ... no more sex in that apartment? But 
no, he didn't, and there she was giving him a blow-job to top all others and 
maybe, just maybe. ... 

Where was his mother? In her bedroom? She must be. But why? All he could 
think of was thai she had seen them, been shocked and locked herself away 
from the sight. 

He ran back into the apartment as soon as the elevator hit his floor, 
ignoring Fran, and knocked softly on his mother's closed door. "Mom, Mom, 
are you in there?" 

Silence. 

He knocked again a little louder, calling her name. He tried the door and 
found it locked from the inside. 

A muffled voice sounding a bit like his mother's answered. "Yes, what do you 
want, Donnie?" 

"Why is your room locked? Is something wrong, Mom?" 

Silence and then. ... 

"No, dear, I'm fine. Everything's fine. I have a bad headache and wanted to 
sleep." 

"When did you get home?" Don was frightened. 

"Oh ... about an hour ago, I think. I didn't see you anywhere and went right 
to my room. I've been getting these headaches, off and on, since the 
hepatitis." 

Don felt relief rush through him, weakening him. 

"Did you take something for it? Is there something I can get you?" 

"Thanks, dear, but I've taken some pills that the doctor prescribed. If I 
stay in bed, I'll feel better later." 

"Do you need a doctor?" 

"No, just a little rest." 

"Okay, Mom. If you need anything, let me know." 

"Yes, dear, I'll be fine. ..." her voice trailed off. 

"Don't worry about supper. Fran and I'll find something in the 'frig." 

"Okay," Lynn called to him. 

"I'm supposed to go see some of the guys tonight, but if you'd rather, I 
won't go. . .." 

"You go, Donnie. I'll be just fine. Have fun." "Fran'll be here in case you 
need anything." 

Don felt concerned. 

"I won't need ... her for anything." 

"I'm taking the mini. It seems to be in fine shape." 

"Yes, I had the garage attendant check it every now and then." 

"What's the matter?" Fran smiled at her lover. "Why'd you go running through 
here a few minutes ago?" 

"No reason ... had to get to the John fast." That made Fran smile. Don 
didn't feel like arguing with her at this point. But he made a promise to 
himself again, one which he intended to keep. No more fucking around in this 
house. 

"Oh, by the way, Mom's home. She doesn't feel well, so we'll get our own 
supper." 

"What's wrong with her?" 

"Just a headache." 

"Too bad." She didn't mean it. 

"Listen, when I'm gone tonight, if she needs anything, get it for her. And 
check her once in a while to see if she's all right." 

"Yes, dearie." 

"Well, woman, get into the kitchen and see how domestic you can be." 

"Truthfully, I'm better at other things, but I'll try." She leaned over and 
kissed him, letting her breasts fall on his head. 

They ended up with a tossed salad and sliced beef sandwiches. Fran didn't 
come anywhere near his mother in the kitchen department, but he praised her 
anyhow. She loved it and beamed as he ate. 

After eating, he knocked on Lynn's door again, but there was no answer. She 
must be asleep, he thought. He took a shower and changed into clean Levi's 
and sports shirt, being careful to lock the bathroom door, so Fran wouldn't 
get any ideas about making love. Fran was watching television when he 
emerged, fresh and clean. 

"You look handsome," she noted. 

He kissed her. "I'll be leaving now, honey." 

"Yeah, have fun with the boys, but don't pick up any girls." 

"Don't worry about that. I couldn't handle a girl tonight, after this 
afternoon with you. And remember to check on Mom later. But don't wake her 
if she's asleep." 

"Sure." 

"I'll be home before midnight, probably." 

When he left, Fran went back to watching her television show, but instead of 
seeing the picture, she saw only a mental picture of Don's young, thick 
cock, and she thought about what they would do when he got home later that 
evening. 

The room was dark when Lynn opened her eyes. 

She sat up quickly in bed, feeling panicky. Then her mind cleared itself of 
sleep and she knew where she was. 

Again the feeling of shame and disgust, swept over her. 

The effects of the liquor had left her feeling dry-and her mind felt sick. 
She reached for the cognac again and drank deeply, leaving next to nothing 
in the once-full bottle. She had to pee, so she put on her robe, unlocked 
the door and headed for the bathroom. She remembered that Don had left, but 
she knew Fran-the whore-bitch-was there somewhere. 

To avoid the girl, she walked quietly down the hall, splashed cold water on 
her face, and took a refreshing pee. She came back into her room, feeling 
dizzy and off-balance. She didn't bother to lock her door this time. Lynn 
felt the sweat as she removed her robe and lay naked on the bed. Sleep was 
the only thing she wanted now. .. . 

She might have fallen asleep, but the faint sound of her door being opened 
penetrated her foggy brain. She tried to open her eyes and focus them, but 
they felt heavy. She could see a shadow moving across the room. "Mrs. 
Stolte, can I get you anything? I hope you're feeling better." 

Heinz had followed the young girl into the room and lay quietly near the 
bed, in the darkness. 

"No, I don't want ... who is it, Fran?" 

"Yes, it's Fran." 

"Get out, you ... bitch, get out." 

"What did you say, Mrs. Stolte?" The girl raised her voice. 

"You... you're corrupting my son, my Donnie." 

"I wouldn't corrupt your little boy, Mrs. Stolte." 

Lynn's mind was foggy. She was drifting in a haze and couldn't think 
rationally. But she had to talk. 

"I heard . .. heard you and Donnie last night. I saw what you were doing and 
today, when I came home ... I saw your mouth on his penis, my little boy 
being sucked off by you. Herb was with me, we both saw, and I let him fuck 
me while you were blowing my son ... and...." 

Fran could not believe her ears. This prim and proper widow watched her son 
getting a blow-job while her friend fucked her. But Fran believed it... why 
else would Lynn say it? Why would she be laying here now, drunk and naked, 
and why would she be calling Fran names? 

Fran had to suppress her laughter. This was really funny to her! What would 
dear Donnie say if he heard this? His mother watching his cock get sucked 
and being so excited by it, she let some guy fuck her at the same time. She 
could never tell Don what she had heard. He might be a little square at 
times, but she was fond of the boy. She knew that one day she would tire of 
him, but for now, he was the best. 

Fran looked at the naked woman on the bed. She looked at her proud tits and 
her flat belly. She looked at the dark hair covering her cunt, and thought 
how well this woman was built. She wondered.... 

The girl felt a stirring in her loins and her clitoris began to tickle with 
desire. Her mind went back to Sausalito, where she had gone two years ago 
with her friend, Paula Thompson. They were on an isolated beach and the day 
was hot, so they swam nude. Later, on the towel and still nude, their bodies 
touched each other and before they realized it, they were tongue kissing, 
hands running all over each other's bodies. They kissed each others breasts 
and then Paula turned in a sixty-nine position and started to kiss Fran's 
pussy, sliding her tongue in and out of her vagina and tasting her flesh, 
and Fran responded, doing the same thing. It was the first time she had 
tasted another girl's cunt and she didn't mind at all.. .. 

The girl could feel her pussy getting moist at the memory and her nipples 
turned to stone under her nightgown, which she had slipped into earlier. 
Although she preferred a man, a hot masculine body with a big hard prick 
attached, she enjoyed that day with Paula and the many days thereafter, when 
they got together in a sixty-nine. It had been over a year since she had had 
sex with a woman . .. and it was a fascinating experience. ... 

She stared again at the naked flesh. Did she dare try? If Lynn woke up and 
found it happening, she would tell Don and even her parents. She knew she 
shouldn't, but she was hot-blooded and loved a challenge. And it was all so 
funny. She could corrupt the mother as well as the son. It would be 
something to laugh about for years! 

She knew the answer before she asked the question. Her cunt was hot now, on 
fire, and it was either Mrs. Stolte or her finger. 

She leaned over the hazy woman. "Mrs. Stolte, you're wrong about me. I'm 
your friend, do you understand? Your friend." "Go away!" 

"Mom, I'm your friend. I wouldn't hurt Donnie. I love him. We both love him 
and that makes us close friends, very close.. .." 

Fran tried not to listen, but certain words played in her head. Friend... 
Donnie... Mom. . .. 

She embraced the girl. "I'm sick, I need help." 

"I know you do, Mom, and I'll help you. Just relax. I'm here and I'll take 
care of you." She had to fight back a laugh. 

Fran gently sat on the bed, next to the naked woman, who lay there with her 
eyes closed. Lynn was aware of someone stroking her hand gently. She heard a 
voice. "You're beautiful and I love you . . . Mom." 

In her fog, Lynn could only hear the word Mom, and her subconscious told her 
it was Donnie. "Oh. Donnie, I love you, my Donnie. . .." "And I love you," 
the girl whispered. In that moment, she knew the whole story. She knew that 
this half-sleeping woman wanted to go to bed with her son. She was 
possessive of him, but not with a mother's love. That explained her getting 
turned on watching his dick being sucked. She got horny at seeing her son's 
cock, and she imagined herself blowing him. 

All Fran had to do now, was convince her that she was Don, and her legs 
would spread open quick. When she woke up, she would think it was a dream 
brought on by alcohol. She would actually seduce her lover's mother, without 
her ever knowing it. 

"I want to touch you, Mom, to caress you. I've wanted to for so long. Your 
skin is so beautiful and I want to touch it, Mom." 

Donnie? Why're you talking like that? Don't touch me, please don't. I want 
you too, but I'm afraid. Please, Donnie... . 

Fran's hands began to move slowly down her arms, along her sides. Then they 
found the tender breasts and the hard nipples. She slid her hands over the 
beautiful matronly body, knowing that she was in full command, and she would 
soon possess this body. 

The young girl's hands completely engulfed Lynn's breasts. She watched the 
nipples rise under her fingers, growing hard, and she brushed her fingers 
first against one nipple and then the other. 

Donnie's playing with my tits! Oh, Donnie, it feels so good. Stop it, you 
must stop it! No don't stop, Donnie, keep doing it! 

"Donnie," the mother moaned. "Ooohhh, Donnie!" 

The lewd girl continued to rub the stiff nipples and let her hands wander 
over the woman's shoulders, her breasts, her belly, slowly reaching the 
dark, soft pubic hair. Then one of her fingers parted the pulsating vaginal 
lips between the woman's legs, her fingernail touching the tip of the 
clitoris, until it erected. She stroked it carefully. 

Lynn's hips began to undulate wildly. Her hazy mind was filled with passion 
for her son. ... 

With her free hand, Fran stripped herself naked quickly. She tossed her 
clothes in a heap at the foot of the bed, all the while stroking the 
clitoris of the boy's mother. She ran her hot moist lips over the woman's 
mouth, her tongue flicking in and out in tempo with her finger. Lynn reached 
up and put her arm around the person invading her. 

Donnie, my dear, this is wrong. It's wrong for you to kiss me like this, to 
touch me like this. But I don't care! I love you. Now love me, Donnie. Kiss 
me, touch me. . .. 

Her thoughts ran wildly through her foggy mind. Passion soared within her as 
her tongue met with the girl's tongue, burying itself deep in her throat. 
Her hands locked around the girl's neck, pulling her down to meet her. The 
passion she had thought she felt in the afternoon with Herb, was now real. 

This time it was her son Donnie making love to her.... 

Fran quickly lay down beside the mother, moving hard against her, her own 
passion reaching great heights. She began to kiss the taut nipples, the 
belly and the satiny mound of Lynn's hot pussy. 

Fran massaged the woman's body gently until she reached the tender thighs, 
which she parted to reveal the moist slit. She planted hot kisses over the 
pubic hair, her tongue reaching out, her body moving lower on the sheets, 
seeking out the clitoris. 

She reached her destination and began to tease it. Lynn's hands reached down 
to cup the girl's face. The girl's hands moved up to the firm breasts, 
squeezing them wildly, while her mouth and tongue continued to tease the 
woman's clitoris. 

She took a gentle bite of the nub, running her tongue around it in circles, 
while the woman cried out in delight and painful pleasure. 

Donnie, her hazy brain thought, I love to feel your lips between my legs, 
kissing my pussy, loving me. Why didn't your father love me like this? Don't 
ever stop, I want to cum in your mouth, the way you did in that awful girl's 
mouth.. .. 

She was beyond caring. Her passion consumed her mind, her thoughts. She 
tossed her head from side to side, thinking only of her son violating her 
cunt with his sweet mouth. The girl began to fuck the mother, orally, 
sliding her hot tongue into the orifice and out, faster and faster. 

She brought her hands down and under Lynn's thighs, pushing them up until 
the mother's hips were high off the bed and pressing tightly against her 
face. She thrust her tongue deep into the liquid depths of Lynn Stolte's 
wide-spread pussy. 

Lynn's ass jerked wildly beneath the hot tongue. She cried out Donnie's name 
over and over, almost insanely. And the girl stepped up her mouthing and 
tonguing of the woman. Suddenly, she drew her tongue out and moved it 
downward to the anus. The woman moaned in rapture and delight. The girl's 
tongue was now at the anal opening, and she thrust it into the tight hole, 
opening it wide enough to accept her oral member. Lynn's body shook 
uncontrollably from the sensual pleasure that had taken control of her body. 
.. . 

Fran knew she would cum very soon. The taste of the pussy in her mouth, the 
taste of the anus . . . she was near the brink of orgasm. She loved each and 
every minute of it. It was better than she had expected. As her tongue 
slipped out of the woman's pungent asshole and back into her flavorful cunt, 
Fran took her hand, spread her own legs and squeezed her hot, wet pussy. 
Then her finger found her own aching clitoris and she stroked it 
maddeningly. She wanted to cum for she knew the woman was ready. She moved 
her hand faster and faster on her clit... . 

Lynn moaned from the hot lickings of her moist vaginal opening. Her thighs 
quivered wildly and she held the girl's face tightly, pressing it harder 
into her cunt. She wanted to cum, she had to cum, Donnie was eating her cunt 
and she wanted to cum for him! 

And then it happened! She reached her climax. Her body convulsed and her 
face twisted into a contorted mask. She cried out, "Ooooohhhhh, Donnie, I'm 
cumming, I'm cuuuummmmingggg." 

The climax raced through her body. Her heart beat wildly. Her mind was aware 
of the pleasure of her orgasm. Her hot flowing love-juice gushed over Fran's 
tongue and into her eagerly swallowing mouth. 

Fran felt the older woman cumming, she tasted the delicious hot liquid and 
her own climax gushed through her sex flesh. Her finger worked hard on her 
own clitoris, as the release of cumming flowed through her, and still her 
tongue was active in the woman's cunt. 

"Aaaaahhhhhh!" She cried out, enraptured. 

"Oooohhhh!" The older woman moaned in unison. 

And then it was over. Lynn's mind, consumed by the alcohol and the orgasm, 
refused to allow her to think of it. She gave a sigh and abruptly fell into 
a deep sleep. 

She never felt the tongue leave her pussy. She never felt the soft kiss the 
young girl planted on her wet cunt. She never heard the girl slip out of the 
darkness of the room, her clothes in her hand. She never heard the lewd 
laugh as the girl stepped into the hall. She never saw Heinz as he jumped up 
on the bed and lay down near her. 

Lynn was only thinking of her son, and telling herself that what they had 
done tonight was right. Everything was right.... 

She fell into a deeper sleep. Heinz put his head on his front paws and 
moaned, and then closed his eyes and also slept. 

 Chapter Six 

Lynn had a dream. 

She was standing in her wedding gown, standing in the garden near the 
flowers. She had just posed with her bridesmaids, and now she was alone for 
a moment. She looked up into the sky, on the bright beautiful day she was 
finding to be the most beautiful of her life, and watched the clouds drift 
by. She felt happy, content, as she'd never felt in her life. She was 
finally married, married to a beautiful man, the man she had had a whirlwind 
courtship with, her own Jack. 

And there he was moving toward her, out of the house where the reception was 
being held, eager to hold her in his arms, free of the crowd, and kiss her 
and tell her, privately, what he'd been telling her all day-that he loved 
her. 

Lynn sat down on the little stone bench and waited for him, all dressed up 
in his morning suit, looking more handsome than she had ever seen him. She 
turned her head, ready to play the shy girl as he came up to her, looking at 
the roses. 

"Darling," he said softly. 

She could feel his hand touching her bridal veil, just touching lightly, 
gently, sliding his fingers down to move over her ear and then her neck. She 
turned and saw his striped trousers, and pressed her head a little against 
his leg. Then she brought her hand up and took his hand, clasping them 
tight. 

"Oh, darling Lynn, I love you so much," he whispered. 

She pressed her head against his leg harder as he held her hand tightly. 

"I wish we could leave right now, run away from all these people." 

Lynn smiled. Yes, she would like to run away, too, but not yet, not till she 
had proved to all her friends that her wedding was the best ever, till all 
the dancing was done, till all the guests had ... 

His voice sounded different! 

Lynn suddenly realized that, even whispering, Jack's voice sounded different 
somehow, higher, lighter. She pulled her head away for a moment and looked 
up. She froze in shock. 

Standing there, all dressed up, was Donnie-her son! She had married her son! 
She was holding his hand and pressing her head against his leg, very near 
his penis. He'd run his fingers over her white veil and told her he loved 
her. 

Donnie! Lynn's eyes were red suddenly. It wasn't Jack, it wasn't the man she 
thought, it was Donnie, Don! He was fourteen, a mature and wonderfully manly 
fourteen, and he was her husband now-she was his bride. 

"Lynn," Don said, looking down at her as she sat in front of him. 

He didn't call me mother! She put her hands on his legs, on each leg, facing 
him, looking up. Her white bridal gown cascaded between his legs. 

"Lynn, do you love me, my darling bride?" he asked softly, again touching 
her head gently, just as his voice was. 

"Yes, oh, yes, Donnie, I adore you," she murmured, trying not to let go-she 
knew she wanted to hug his young body to her, pressing her face right 
against the zipper of his formal trousers, to feel the hardness there that 
made her feel secure, made her feel like a woman. 

"Then I want you to do something for me, something that will make me very 
happy." 

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. 

"Anything, darling, anything!" 

"I want you to open my pants and suck my cock." He said it looking up into 
the sky, just as she had done, his hands on his hips, his legs spread. 

"Oh, yes," Lynn said, feeling her womanly cunt juices running into her light 
blue panties, "anything tonight, anything!" 

Don looked down at her. "Not tonight, Lynn, now. Here." 

"But. .." Lynn was astonished. 

"Right here, right now. I want to see you sitting there in your wedding 
dress, sucking on my cock, on my hard cock. I want to give you something 
white to go with your veil, something white to coat your lips with. I want 
to give you a wedding present." 

She looked up into his big clear eyes. He was hungry for his orgasm, it read 
on his face. He wanted to see her taking his load while still in her wedding 
gown. He wanted to feel the breeze on his balls as she sucked his prick. 

"Oh, Lynn, please, please," he moaned, his cock hardening in his pants. 

"The guests . . ." Lynn started to say. 

"No one is watching; no one will see," Donnie replied, moving his crotch a 
little closer to her. "Open the zipper, go ahead!" 

Lynn pushed her veil back over her shoulder and pulled his zipper down with 
one hand, already feeling the heavy load inside. Then she looked up at him. 
His face was surrounded by clouds, and he looked almost unreal, almost like 
some beautiful statue or painting. But when she looked down past the zipper 
she'd just opened, she knew he was real. "Take it out, please, Lynn," he 
begged, and she wiggled her fingers inside the fly of his pants and felt his 
hardness through his cotton undershorts. "Oh, Donnie, I'll do it, I'll suck 
your cock right here, I'll do anything," she moaned, the electricity 
generating from his cock through her fingertips, ail through her womanly 
body. 

She fell to her knees right there in the garden, right there in front of 
him, opening his pants with both hands, as if she were suddenly possessed 
with a passion she had never know before. She had to get his beautiful cock 
in her mouth! She had to have his cream in her belly! She had to make him 
happy on this wonderful day! 

She tore open his pants, pulling them, jerkingly, down to his knees. Then 
she pressed her head against his shorts, wrapping her lips over the long 
hard outline of his cock, breathing into the material, making his dick hot 
and wet with even more desire. 

"Oh, Lynn, take it out. Please take it out," he moaned, feeling her 
wonderful mouth kissing his cock through his underwear. "Take it out and 
suck suck it, right here in the sun, suck it and make it cum!" 

Lynn pulled his shorts down to his knees and his huge young organ popped up 
in front off her. It touched her face, grazing her lips with its huge 
uncircumcised head. She looked at it and remembered it sliding in and out of 
another girl's mouth, and she was immediately filled with rage and jealousy, 
wanting to make her lips better than that other girl's, wanting to make this 
blow-job the best he had ever had in his life. 

"Lynn, Lynn, Lynn, take it, take it, darling," he urged, his hands still on 
his hips, holding his shirt tail up, looking down to see her rounded pink 
lips near the tip of his extended cock. The hair, which had only appeared in 
the last six months, was damp, and his balls hung low and loose, and he 
could feel the breeze on them as he had hoped. All he needed was her mouth. 

"Oh, your cock is so beautiful," Lynn said as she looked at the drooling 
tip, sticking its head out of the covering of the foreskin. She put her hand 
around the shaft, feeling how hot it was in the sunshine, and pulled the 
foreskin back to completely expose the hard-ridged cock head. 

"Ohhhhhhh," Donnie moaned as he felt his glans becoming naked, feeling the 
air on it, feeling her warm breathing. 

"It's so ... so beautiful!" Lynn said, kneeling there in her bridal gown, 
staring at her boy's huge dick, his wonderful, suckable, fourteen-year-old 
cock and balls. She could smell the boy-odor, the dampness of his sweaty 
crotch. She fingered the newly grown pubic hair and slid a finger down 
between his legs to feel the hair there in his sweaty asshole. She wanted to 
caress him, to fondle him, to make homage to him before she performed the 
ultimate task of her love-sucking his wonderous cock. 

"Please, Lynn, please," he begged, his eyes shut now, his fists clenched. 

She was driving him insane with her lips. She kissed his thighs and worked 
her tongue into the hair at the base of his long young cock, wetting there, 
tasting the salty sweat, and then dipped her head till her lips moved over 
his nuts. She licked them, wetting them, feeling the few hairs that had 
already grown on them, and then she pulled the right one into her mouth and 
sucked on it. 

"Oh, yes, suck my balls, lick my nuts," Donnie moaned as he let his legs sag 
a little, trying to give her more room, trying to let her get her head in 
close enough so she could suck all of his nut-bag down into her throat, 
pulling on his balls with her sucking tongue. 

"Mmmmmmmm," Lynn moaned, going to the other nut. She knew that girl she'd 
seen him with could never be as good with a cock as she was. 

Donnie spread his legs as far as his pants would allow, which wasn't far 
enough. Then he shook his body and his pants and undershorts fell to the 
grass, and he bent his knees, spreading his legs, spreading the crack 
between his legs, his asshole, letting his ball-bag hang down so Lynn could 
take all of the beautiful sac in her mouth and suck on it. 

"All of it, suck my nuts, suck my bag," he moaned, putting his hands on her 
veil. 

She dipped her head and pulled his testicles down into her mouth, spreading 
her lips as wide as she possibly could. She felt his balls beginning to move 
within her mouth of their own accord, feeling them turning and churning, 
making the sperm that he was soon going to shoot into her mouth. She pulled 
them as far into her as she could get them, almost down her throat, and then 
wiped with her tongue, lashing out at them, caressing them with loving care. 

"Oh, God Almighty!" Don said, standing there in the middle of the flower 
garden, dressed in a formal suit with tails, standing there with his pants 
down around his ankles as his beautiful bride, his beautiful mother, knelt 
in her white wedding gown and sucked with all her might on his pendulous 
nuts hanging between his young, firm legs. 

She brought her hands up and cupped each of his rounded, still-boyish 
buttocks. Then she spread them wide, so he could feel the wind up his 
fregrant ass, as she sucked up and down on his balls, just as though she 
were sucking his cock. Each time her head came up, his long hard cock 
bounced on her forehead, hitting the top of her veil, her hair, her nose, 
her wonderful bride's face. 

She clawed his ass with her fingernails till he could stand it no more. He 
pushed her face from his swinging nuts and moaned, "I'll cum, no more, I'll 
cum." 

She looked up. His face was flushed, and she could see that he had been near 
orgasm, just from the feeling on his balls and the slapping of his eockhead 
against her forehead. She gave him a moment to rest, and then she took his 
cock in her right hand and held it out to her lips, holding the foreskin 
back. 

"Yes, now, Lynn, now," Don said, looking down, ready to feel her lips taking 
his dick in. 

"It's so big, so big and beautiful, Donnie! I need a husband with a big hard 
cock, a cock that can satisfy me. Now I'm going to prove to you that I can 
satisfy you, satisfy you as you've never been satisfied before, by that girl 
or by your own hand or by a wet dream. I'm going to make you cum like no one 
had ever done before!" And with that, with that promise as she knelt there 
on her hurting knees, soiling forever her beautiful white gown on the grass, 
she opened her lips and took the head of his boycock into her mouth. She 
clamped her lips over the tip of it and let the foreskin move up against her 
lips. She stopped it from protecting the head of the organ. That was hers 
now! 

"Ohhhhhhh, suck my dick. SUCK IT!" Donnie was feeling masterly, insane with 
pleasure just knowing she was kneeling there making love to him in the 
middle of the day. She was honoring his cock as if she adored it, as if it 
were the most beautiful thing on earth. 

Oh, God, it tastes so wonderful! She closed her eyes, savoring the flavor of 
the little drop of jism that had escaped the tip and had moved over her 
tongue. It was sweet, like a young boy's jism should be, especially on his 
wedding day, especially when his mother was sucking his cock. She wiped her 
tongue over the tip again and again, opening the slit there, tasting what 
was to come in gallons. Then she pushed forward, holding her lips tightly to 
the shaft of his cock as she passed the hard ridge and pushed the foreskin 
back even father. 

She's taking it, she's taking all of my cock! Don looked down to see his 
dick disappearing as her white veil moved toward his crotch. Her lips were 
consuming his dick, all of it, nearing his pubic hair. He felt the tip of 
his cock in her throat already and knew she would never be able to take any 
more of it. Even Fran couldn't take all of his prick into her mouth, she 
gagged because his organ was so long. 

"Aarrrgggghhhh!" That was the sound she made from deep within her as she 
pushed forward suddenly, holding his ass with her fingers, slamming the head 
of his enormous boy's cock deep into her throat. It was tight and it hurt, 
but she relaxed her muscles there and she knew he would go wild with 
pleasure just realizing she had deep-throated him! 

Oh, God, I can't cum yet, I can't cum yet! Don had never been so surprised. 
He looked down and all he could see was her veil against his tanned abdomen. 
Her hands held his ass tight and his cock was completely warmed by the 
inside of her mouth. She had taken every inch of his hot long dong, and she 
was holding it inside her. 

Suddenly, she started humming, ana her vocal cords caused vibrations on the 
head of his cock, lodged deep in her throat, and it drove him wild with 
passion. 

"Mmmmmmm," Lynn moaned, rubbing his buttocks with the flat of her hand, 
massaging them as she still held his cock in her throat, humming the wedding 
march! 

"Oh, Lynn, Lynn, suck it, suck my cock 'cause I'm close, I'm gonna shoot 
soon!" He was shaking. His entire body was sweating. He looked up to the sky 
and shook his head, but it was no use. He was going to cum soon and he knew 
it. 

Lynn pulled his hard-tipped cock out of her throat and started to move with 
both her hand and her mouth, back and forth on the long organ standing out 
from his firm, hairy crotch. With her other hand she fingered and fondled 
his balls, playing with them as they hardened and moved up in their sac, the 
pressure building, the jism doubling in amount, ready to shoot through the 
long hose of his cock, ready to fill her mouth and stomach! 

"Oh, God, Lynn, don't stop! It feels so wonderful, so good! Oh, it's the 
best ever, the best ever in my life!" He sounded like a child now, a child 
with his best toy, a child who was happy. He began pumping his ass a little 
as she continued her strokes, up and down his cock with her hand, over the 
tip of his dick with her lips, up and down on his nuts with her other hand, 
and one finger rubbing between his legs, over his hot hard ass entrance. 

"Cum! Cum in my mouth, darling," Lynn suddenly said, pulling her lips off 
his dick for a moment. She was talking to his cock now, not to him. She 
looked at it, holding it there in her hand, looking squarely at the open tip 
with the creamy-mass of premature semen on it. "Cum, you beautiful baby!" 

Then she took it back in her mouth and twisted her hand as she went down on 
it. Her entire body was working now, her veil dancing in the wind, her knees 
rocking on the green grass, her lips burning and hurting from holding his 
cock so tight. But it was a pain she wanted to feel. She would endure 
anything to give him pleasure. 

And she did give him pleasure, the ultimate pleasure. He suddenly stopped 
moving and she could feel his legs going cold with excitement. He held his 
breath for a moment and then jerked his head back into the air, looking up 
at the sun which was peeking through the fluffy clouds. "OHHHHH!" he 
shouted. 

Cum, cum now! Cum hard, fill me up! Cum, damn you, you beautiful little 
fucking bastard! Cum, you beautiful man, you little boy! SHOOT! She had 
reached a fevered pitch, and her head was banging down on his cock so hard 
that her veil was slipping down the back of her head, falling off her 
shoulders, but she didn't care. She didn't want the white veil any longer, 
it didn't mean anything. The white juice she was going to receive was the 
thing that was really gong to make her feel like a bride! 

"Oh, Lynn, I'm cumming!" He said it softly, painfully, gritting his teeth, 
still trying to hold back as she worked his cock into a frenzy of pleasure, 
twisting her hand, sucking hard, lashing with her tongue, poking into his 
asshole with her finger. "LYNNNNNNNN!" 

Cum, darling, cum! Oh, please cum! "GODDAMN! I'M FUCKING CUMMING!" Don's 
body went stiff as he dug his fingers into her hair, clasping her head to 
his abdomen, her throat taking his cockhead again. "LYNNNNNNN! MOTHER! I'M 
CUMMING IN YOUR MOUTH!" He screamed into the air with a shout of absolute 
boyish joy! 

Lynn felt the first hot gush of sticky boycum deep in her throat, where she 
couldn't even taste it. 

She fought his powerful hands and pulled her head back, so the second shot 
of cum hit her teeth and the roof of her mouth, filling her cheeks with a 
load of cum, hot sticky, creamy cum, boyish cum, sweet young cum. She 
swallowed again and again, determined not to let a drop go wasted. 

Donnie couldn't stand it-and he couldn't stand. His legs gave way and he 
fell to the grass, pulling Lynn with him, his cock still spurting the 
biggest load of cum in his life into her mouth, filling her up, choking her. 

"Ohhhhhh, motherfuck! I don't fucking believe it!" Donnie moaned as he 
rolled around on the lawn with his beautiful mother/bride between his legs, 
her mouth glued to his hard cock. 

Her dress was all tangled around her legs, around her ankles, and her veil 
had blown across the lawn, but she didn't care. All that mattered was that 
she received his gift of love, his hot sex potion that made her a woman. She 
was drinking his wonderful boy's cum. Nothing in the world mattered other 
than that. 

Finally, the deluge stopped and his balls seemed to hang looser as she 
fondled them. She licked his cock and sucked it till it started getting soft 
again, and then she withdrew it and let the foreskin slip over the head. She 
kissed his nuts, dropping them from her hand gently, as she then sat up on 
the grass and looked around. 

All the wedding guests were standing on the grass, on the lawn in back of 
the big house, watching them, watching her. She was apprehensive at first, 
but then she saw that they were looking on in approval, with eager eyes, 
wide eyes, young and old alike. They were watching her just as they'd 
watched her walk up the aisle that morning. 

Lynn sat there for a moment, looking back at them, and then reached out and 
grabbed Don's cock in her hand, defiantly, lovingly. He sat up and looked 
into her eyes. 

"I love you," she said. 

"And I love you," he replied, and then all the guests started applauding. 

Lynn laughed and then fell back on the grass, spreading her body out. "If 
you love me, then prove it!" 

"Like you proved it to me?" he asked with a grin, his pants still down 
around his ankles, but his cock growing big and fat and hard again. 

"Yes, yes," she moaned, closing her eyes as she looked up into the bright 
hot sky. She felt his hands on her ankles, then feeling under her skirt. He 
pulled off her garter and tossed it to the crowd, and someone caught it with 
a gleeful shout. Then he lifted her skirts and petticoats till they rested 
atop her body, so she was naked from the waist down except for her garter 
belt, nylons and blue panties. 

"Something borrowed, something blue," Don said, pulling her panties down 
over her ankles. He tossed them to the crowd, just as he had tossed her 
garter, and someone caught it, again with a shout! 

"Now, I'm going to show you I love you," Donnie whispered. 

In the next moment, Lynn felt the hot tongue lapping her pussy. "Oh, Donnie, 
yes, yes, love my cunt! Kiss my pussy, lick it, fuck it with your tongue! 
Oh, how I love you!" 

She wrapped her legs around his back and let his lips go wild against the 
lips of her cunt. 

 Chapter Seven 

Fran sat in the living room with the television on, thinking about her lewd 
conquest of Lynn Stolte, when the doorbell rang. 

The girl wondered who it could be. She knew Don had his key, and he wasn't 
due back until midnight. It was only ten o'clock. Well, maybe he couldn't 
stay away from me. Maybe he lost his key, in his rush to get home to me. 

Fran opened the door, as she rang the buzzer, waiting for the elevator to 
open. Soon, a handsome man faced her. He seemed to be about Lynn's age, 
dressed in sports clothes, and from the looks of his eyes, he had been 
drinking. Fran wondered immediately what he would be like in bed. She 
decided he would be wonderful with a big hard cock that would give her much 
pleasure. She felt her pussy start to tingle at the sight of the man she had 
never met. 

"Hi," he said and grinned at her. "Who are you?" 

"I should be asking that question. Who are you?" 

"Fm Herb Williams. Is Lynn Stolte at home?" "Yeah, she's home, but right now 
she's in bed, asleep." Fran retorted. "Can I help you?" "No, it's really a 
private matter." "Oh, I see." 

Herb's eyes were on the nightgown she wore. He could see through the 
sheerness, her tight firm breasts and her auburn mound. He moistened his 
lips. Her eyes laughed at him. She could read his thoughts. Herb Williams. . 
. the name Lynn had mentioned earlier... the guy who fucked her while she 
watched me blow her son this afternoon. Yes, that's who it is. Well, at 
least Mom had good taste. I wouldn't mind him fucking me either. . . and 
from that look on his face, he wouldn't mind accommodating me. 

Herb tried to look away, but he couldn't keep his eyes off this girl's body. 
He'd had plenty of good cunt in his travels-young ones from his days in Las 
Vegas-but he had seen damned few as nice as this. Her tits were something 
else. That was what had turned him on this afternoon, those naked tits, as 
he watched her blow the kid, like a pro. This girl had been around, no 
doubt. She knew how to make a man happy. He'd like to fuck her. He'd like to 
ram his big cock all the way up her kiddy cunt and really make her body 
move. 

He could feel his cock jerk wildly in his pants at the thought of making 
love to her. He didn't want to get heated up, because it would do him no 
good. He'd better cool it. He came back tonight for a reason. He had to 
square things with Lynn. He didn't know what she would do in the state he 
left her in,- and he didn't want the cops to get wind of where he was. 

When he left in the afternoon, he was shook up, and stopped for one drink, 
ending up with one too many. He thought about Lynn and her hysterical 
rejection of him that afternoon. He grew afraid of what she might do. She 
could decide in her state of mind, to yell rape. And Herb was a respected 
citizen in Chicago, but that would certainly start the police checking on 
him ... all the way back to Las Vegas. He knew the woman was screwed up. It 
was obvious by the way she got so excited watching her son get a blow-job. 
He thought she might even have a sex thing for her own little kid! 

She might even decide to tell her son, and that could mean trouble. The 
whole thing could get pretty sticky. The boy might even get violent, and 
Herb didn't want any fights. He was a lover-not a fighter. 

After a few drinks to fortify himself, he decided to come back and talk to 
Lynn. He wanted to smooth things over, feed her a line of shit about being 
sorry and picking up where they left off before the events of the afternoon. 
He also wanted to fuck her again. Now that he had succeeded after all these 
years, one taste of her cunt was not enough to satisfy him. That woman had 
always been in his blood-she still was, and he wanted to lick her again. 

It was these thoughts that had returned him to the Stolte apartment now, 
facing this young tanned girl. But suddenly, none of those reasons seemed 
important. Drinking always made him horny and seeing the little girl gave 
him an overwhelming desire to have her body... immediately. 

His eyes strayed to her body again. "Now, what about you? Your name, I 
mean." 

"I'm Fran Simon." Her eyes watched his wandering eyes. 

"Oh, Don's girl friend?" 

"How did you know?" Fran asked. 

"Hmmmm, well I know a lot of things." He tried to make his voice casual. 

The girl laughed. "I'll bet you do." She could feel the excitement mounting 
up within her. Her eyes moved over the man's body. It was obvious by the 
look he gave her, that he wanted to fuck her that very instant. Fran toyed 
with the idea of letting him do exactly what he wanted! 

Why not? she thought. She had just finished one lewd, exciting activity, so 
why not make it two in a row. First, she seduced her boy friend's mother, 
and now she'll seduce her boy friend's mother's lover. The mere thought of 
it aroused her and made her feel wicked. She knew she would get away with it 
as she did before, there was no doubt. 

"Why don't you come in for a drink, Herb?" she said slowly. 

Why is she inviting me in, if Lynn's asleep? he wondered. He gazed at her 
face. Does she find me sexually attractive? Does she want me to fuck her as 
badly as I want to? From what I saw this afternoon, this chick's impulsive 
and hot-blooded. 

"Sure, Fran, I wouldn't mind a drink, thanks," he said. 

He stepped in and closed the door, as she led him into the living room. As 
he walked behind her, his gaze feasted on her tender buttocks. Even though 
she had climaxed just a short time before, Fran could feel her pussy 
secreting and a fire was raging within her. Her desire for sex was 
insatiable. 

"Sit down, Herb. Is it all right if I call you Herb?" 

"That's my name." He tried to remain calm. 

"I'll get you a drink. Any preference?" 

"If you have vodka, it would be fine." He really didn't want another drink. 
He knew he had had too many since leaving the apartment earlier. 

Fran walked out in the kitchen feeling his eyes following her every 
movement. She found the vodka and poured some into a glass. As she made her 
way back into the living room, she turned off the hallway light and the 
apartment was in semi-darkness. Only a small light over the television 
remained on. 

She handed the man his drink and watched him lift the glass to his lips. 

And then she said very coolly, "Did you enjoy watching Don and me this 
afternoon? Did you like what we were doing on the terrace?" 

Herb almost choked on the liquid in his mouth. His eyes widened, he 
sputtered, he choked and he coughed. "You ... I mean, you know . . . about. 
. ." 

"Yes, of course I know," she said and laughed, her sensuous eyes sparkling. 
"I also know what you and Lynn were doing while you watched us. It must have 
really been exciting for you. And I'm sure you'll admit you've never seen 
anyone give a blow-job the way I give one. Am I right? Watching me give 
Don's cock a good sucking must have really excited you, didn't it?" 

Herb just stared at her, he could hardly believe what he was hearing. This 
girl was a wanton if he had ever seen one! He wanted to reach over and kiss 
those soft moist lips, squeeze those firm breasts, pinch the nipples until 
they got hard and then slip his prick deep inside of her little girl pussy. 

Herb suddenly felt his cock come alive, straining for release. His hands 
felt sweaty and itchy, and he had to fight to keep from grabbing the young 
girl. 

"How did you find out about this afternoon? 

How did you know we saw you?" he said. 

"Oh, I have my ways of finding out things." She winked. 

"Why tell me that you know?" "Can't you guess why?" she asked. He was aware 
that she was staring at the bulge of his erected penis. "Listen here. .. ." 

"My, my what a lovely hard-on you have. The better to fuck with, right?" She 
teased him. 

Her obscene way of phrasing things made the bulge grow larger. He knew he 
couldn't take much more of her teasing. "What're you trying to do to me, you 
little whore? You want me to say I'm hot for you? Okay, I'm hot for you, 
plenty hot!" "What do you intend to do about it?" she asked. 

"Nothing! At least not now____" 

"Why not now?" 

"Are you crazy? Lynn's asleep in the next room, and. .." 

"Don't worry about Lynn. She's not likely to wake up for hours. And Don's 
out for the evening with friends. He won't be home till quite late. We're 
really very much alone, and both of us are horny." 

Herb couldn't believe it. "You mean you want me to .. . ?" 

"Fuck me, that's what I want," she said passionately. "I want you to fuck me 
with the big prick bulging out of your pants." 

"Jesus!" He breathed. He could feel his prick responding to her words. His 
balls were aching with anticipation. This couldn't be happening-but it was! 
"Fran, you'd better stop this talk. I'm only human and ..." 

"I'm human too, honey. Warm flesh all over, feel it. My cunt's wet and hot 
right now. There's a fire burning in it, and the only thing that can put it 
out is that big hard cock of yours. I want you to fuck me with it, Herb." 

And with that, she reached out and placed her hand on the throbbing prick 
bulge. 

Herb almost fell off the couch at her touch on his sensitive penis. It felt 
like an electrical shock wave. She stroked it lightly and then increased the 
rhythm. She pressed her breasts against his arm, her lips searched his face 
for his mouth. Her tongue glided across his face as her hand rubbed the 
swollen rod. 

"You want to fuck me, don't you, Herb? I know you do. Wouldn't you like to 
fuck me in the ass? That would be nice. Fuck me in the ass, Herb." 

"Damn it, yes, I want to fuck you right up your tight ass." He could hear 
his voice moaning. 

"Then let's get started. Take your pants off, now. I want to see how big 
your cock really is. Show it to me. I'll take my clothes off, and I'll let 
you get behind me and fuck me all you want." 

Herb was mesmerized under her spell. He stood up, opened his pants and let 
them fall around his ankles. Then he pushed his shorts down to the same 
spot. He quickly stepped out of them and stood facing the young girl. His 
cock was thick and full and stood out from his body in a forty-five degree 
angle. It was ten inches of beauty in the girl's eyes. It bounced in front 
of him, surrounded by a thatch of thick hair and accented by huge balls. The 
bloodswollen head was pushing the foreskin. 

"Wow, it's beautiful, Herb. It's perfect! I can't wait to get that thing 
inside my ass. Let me get my clothes off____" 

The girl was aroused by the sight of the jutting cock in front of her. She 
quickly threw off Jier nightgown and stood before him naked, posing, 
awaiting his approval. 

"Damn you, vixen, you're a beautiful little whore!" he murmured. He stared 
at the large globes and firm, taut nipples lying in the center of each. He 
looked at the pubic mound, knowing that her pink cunt lips were hiding right 
behind it. The ache in his balls grew more intense. 

He pulled her into his arms, moaning, not quite understanding what was 
happening. His mouth covered hers and their tongues were meeting wildly. 
With one hand, he cupped her left breast, squeezing it in painful pleasure. 
His other hand slipped down to the triangular mound and, with his middle 
finger extended, he parted the lips of her pussy, slipping the finger into 
the dark wetness and causing a moan of approval to come from the girl's 
throat. 

His mouth dropped down to the granite nipple and he sucked like a child on 
the hot tip. Fran's body was engulfed in flame and she moved her hips 
rapidly against his probing finger, as it slid up and down her cunt lips. 
His balls ached and he was afire. His lips continued sucking at the breast 
nipple of this young nymph. Fran reached down and took his cock softly in 
her hand, holding it, rubbing it, pressing it up against her body. She drew 
the head across her belly, then slid it lower, tracing a path along her 
pubic hair, which was now damp and moist. Herb moaned at the contact of his 
prick against the girl's teasing hair. 

"Now! I can't wait any longer. I've got to have it now! I want your cock up 
my ass, deep inside, until I feel it in my belly. I want it now! Fuck me, 
Herb, fuck my ass." 

His cock was now a red-hot poker. He moaned and dragged the girl down to the 
white carpeting. His cock leaped in joy at what he was going to do. Fran 
fell to all fours, urging him on with lewd gestures and obscene words. Herb 
crawled on his hands and knees, drawing her up to him, so that the full 
splendor of her firm young ass was presented to his eyes. His cock was 
lubricated with premature cum as it touched the tiny lips of the girl's 
anus. He teased the rectum with the tip of his finger, enjoying her moans of 
pleasure. 

Slowly, he inserted the tip of his forefinger into the anal opening, moving 
it slowly around inside, drawing more moans of increasing desire from the 
girl's mouth. He put both hands on her ass-cheeks, using his thumb to pull 
the sweaty crevice wide apart between them, revealing the opening of her 
nether ring. He leaned forward, pressing the fleshy tip of his swollen prick 
against the hole, moving his hips, teasing the hardness against the yielding 
crevice, poising at the anal entrance. 

"Ooohhhh, that's where I want it. Now put it in, Herb, fill my asshole with 
your big cock, fuck me, hurt me, tear me apart. Put it in, Herb . .. now!" 
she urged, masochistically. 

Herb needed no further invitation. With a brutal lunge forward, he pushed 
the blood-swollen cockhead through the anal mouth of the girl and pushed his 
thick, rigid prick far into her tight, eager opening, almost to the hilt 
with one single thrust. He clutched hard at her hips as he lunged still 
deeper into the rectum, deeper into the asshole of this enticing young girl 
friend of Lynn Stolte's little son. As he pushed forward, he reached under 
her body, squeezing the swollen nipples of her breasts. Her anal walls 
expanded before his stiff pole. And then with one vicious lunge, he buried 
every inch of his big hard cock inside the depths of her rectum. 

"Aaaaahhhhhhh!" She cried out in delight and pain. "DON'T STOP! That's the 
way I like it, Herbie.. . don't stop. Fuck me deep and hard, hurt me!" 

Herb fucked her deep and hard in response to her lewd plea, soaring his cock 
deep into her anus, squeezing her breasts as if they were lumps of clay. His 
loins smacked against her asscheeks. His balls hammered at her wet pussy 
below. 

Fran's buttocks were gyrating, twisting, slamming backward against his cock. 
Sweat rolled over her body, down the crevice to mingle with the cunt juices, 
causing wet, sharp noises like the cracking of a whip, each time his 
testicles slammed against her pussy lips. The fiery passion in her cunt 
became too much for the girl, and she moved her left hand down under her and 
across her pubic mound to the throbbing bud of her clitoris for the second 
time that night. 

She rubbed her finger faster and faster over the nub, feeling the mounting 
heat of her climax, now approaching rapidly, from her self-manipulation. 
With increasing speed, she fingered her swollen clitoris, her hips churning 
rapidly against the moaning man who was fucking her behind, with the same 
increasing speed. He felt his orgasm approaching the huge cock which was 
buried so deeply up inside the girl's inhumanly stretched bowel. ... 

 Chapter Eight 

Don was in a state of euphoric pleasure as his mini-bike rocketed along the 
outer drive. He'd been smoking pot and drinking beer with his buddies and he 
felt as though he was floating. 

He was sorry the evening broke up earlier than expected-it was only 
ten-thirty, but when his friend Patrick Kaiser had passed out, that was the 
end of that. Patrick never was good at drinking. Don promised to get in 
touch with the guys later in the week, and he headed home. He knew his girl 
was waiting for him-so why go anywhere else. And the pot was beginning to 
turn him on again-that and thinking about his cock being sucked that 
afternoon on the terrace. Maybe if his mother was feeling better and Fran 
was willing-as if she wasn't always willing-they'd take a blanket over to 
the Belmont Rocks and he'd really give it to her right on the sand, under 
the stars and the blanket. 

He pulled the mini-bike into the garage, cut the engine and walked it over 
to the storage room, locking the door behind him. 

He got out of the elevator thinking about Fran and he could feel himself 
getting hornier by the minute. 

He unlocked the door, noticing there was a dim light in the living room, and 
went directly to the kitchen. Before he could turn on the kitchen light, he 
heard faint sounds of panting and hard breathing coming from the living 
room. 

What kind of weird television program was she watching? He walked over to 
the living room and looked inside. He realized that the television wasn't 
even on. At first he thought the beer and joints had dulled his brain, but 
as he focused his eyes, he could see two bodies on the floor against the 
white carpeting. Both were naked. He knew one belonged to Fran, but who was 
the other person? 

He looked closely at the man. He seemed familiar. Holy shit! Is that Herb 
Williams, mom's friend that I haven't seen since I was a child. From the 
pictures his mother kept, he was sure it was Herb. 

Don stood motionless for a long second. His vision felt cloudy. He thought 
he would faint at the sight. He leaned against the wall in disbelief! He 
looked at his Fran being sodomized by this older man-though quite 
handsome-and his long, turgid prick deep in her asshole. His mind refused to 
believe what his eyes told him was true. He rubbed his eyes to clear his 
vision, hoping the sight would disappear. 

There was no mistaking it. .. it was true-unbelievable but impossibly true! 

He couldn't find an explanation for what he saw taking place on his mother's 
living room floor. The girl he loved was being ass-fucked by his mother's 
high school sweetheart. He wanted to rush forward, tear the man away from 
Fran, kick the shit out of the man and then murder him. And he wanted to 
murder Fran too. He knew she was a slut, but he'd tried not to think of that 
all along. Now here it was in front of him. He couldn't deny it any more. 

But yet he was unable to move. His legs refused to respond to his brain. He 
stood hypnotized at the sight, his eyes bulging at the twisting form of the 
naked girl with the look of ecstasy on her pretty face. 

She's so damned beautiful. Why did I ever love her? Why is she doing this to 
me? God, how I loved that round ass, those swaying hips, those firm breasts 
and that wet, heavenly pussy . . . and her shitty asshole with that man's 
big cock shoved in it to the hilt. I loved her. Loved to have her suck my 
dick, loved to fuck her with it. Why did she have to do this? His mind ran 
on, confused. 

His cock began to stir in his pants. It rose slowly to an erection. He 
didn't want to get excited. He didn't want a hard-on, not from watching 
this! Yet, he couldn't stop it. The sight of the girl with her asshole 
encircling the huge man cock was arousing him. He was watching his girl 
friend being fucked in the ass, and he was getting excited. 

Confused by the sight, and dazed from the joints and alcohol, panic seized 
him as he felt his cock throbbing. He stared at her nakedness, listened to 
her moaning, and he knew what he wanted. He wanted to fuck Fran. Now, more 
than anything in the world, he wanted to fuck his girl. He wanted to join 
the party taking place on the floor in front of him! 

His throat felt dry, his heart was beating in his chest, his body was 
trembling with desire. He couldn't help himself. The beer and marijuana 
acted as catalysts to the rage of desire tearing through his flesh. He took 
a hesitant step forward, another step...,. 

Herb was the first to see him, as his cock was ramming into the ass of the 
girl. He froze, his eyes filled with shock. Oh, God, no ... it's... it's 
Don. It's Don watching me ass-fuck Fran, and he looks half insane standing 
there. 

He let out a low gasp. He wanted to pull his cock out of the girl's asshole, 
grab his clothes and run. But he couldn't move. He stared at the boy 
standing but a few feet away. He thought what a fool he had been to let this 
happen. He let his desire to have this girl, to let her seduce him, overrule 
his better judgment.... 

It took Fran a little longer to sense the presence of another person in the 
room. She was too consumed with the prick ramming up her ass to think of 
anything else. But as she felt the man freeze in position behind her, feel 
his unmoving cock in her tight anal opening, his fingers digging into her 
flesh, her eyes opened. 

And she saw Don. She saw him, and her body became as stiff as the cock of 
the man behind her. She shivered and couldn't speak! 

Holy fuck! She was shocked. It can't be Don. He's too early. Why's he home ? 
Why does he have to see me being fucked by this man? Shit, I've really 
pressed my luck this time. Why couldn't I've been satisfied with seducing 
his mother? 

Even as the confused thoughts whirled around in her brain, she knew that her 
impulsive decision to let this older man fuck her had destroyed her 
relationship with Don. She could see it by the look of hate in his eyes. He 
knew now, she was a whore and there was no hope of a future with the young 
boy. 

"Don! Oh, Don." She raised one hand to him, still on all fours. 

"You filthy little slut, you whore, you tramp, you little bitch! I could 
kill you!" 

"Hey, kid, take it easy." Herb was fearful. "Don't do anything stupid, kid. 
You'll only be sorry later. Take it easy and calm down." 

"Don, sweetie, please try and understand. I don't know what came over me. I 
lost my head. I couldn't help myself." She moaned and pleaded. 

Don took another step forward and then Fran noticed the bulge in his pants. 
Don had a hard-on! He was excited watching the two of them, turned-on by the 
sight of them-his girl friend and his mother's fucker, cornholing on the 
floor. 

Her mind started working hard. In his condition, there was no telling what 
he might do-maybe even try to kill her. She had to do something, anything to 
divert his mind from doing something drastic. Rage was whirling inside of 
him now. But he was also very aroused. She knew exactly what to do. 

"Don honey," she sighed, "Come here by me. Look at my mouth, Don. Remember 
this afternoon when we were on the terrace and I sucked your cock with this 
mouth? You liked it then, didn't you? I'd like you to fuck my mouth again, 
while I'm being fucked in the ass at the same time. I know I've done wrong, 
Don, and you can punish me, show me what a slut I am, by fucking me in the 
mouth while Herb fucks me. That'll prove I'm a bitch and a whore. Two men 
violating me at the same time." 

Again her lewd words ripped through Don's mind. His cock jerked and throbbed 
at the thoughts she was conveying. The heat spiraled through his balls. Her 
words always drove him crazy. He stared at her naked body, her asscheeks. He 
was hypnotized. 

God, I wish it was my cock in her hot ass. I hate her and yet I want her. I 
want to put my cock in her ass, in her mouth. I want to show her what kind 
of a cheap whore she really is. .. fuck her while he's fucking her, cum all 
over her pretty face with my big hard cock. 

He knew he was going to do it! The beer, the pot, the shock, the hatred, the 
passion all served to block out any irrational thinking from his mind. He 
didn't care where he was, that his mother was in the next room or why Herb 
was even there. He only wanted to punish the girl, fuck her mouth, and 
spread his hot sticky cum all over her face. 

"Don ... fuck me!" She whimpered. "Fuck my mouth, Don." 

"Yeah, I'll fuck that mouth, Fran, that filthy mouth. I'll fuck it good," he 
cried out. 

And with that, he tore at his pants, pulling them down, his undershorts 
following. His hard boy prick jutted forward, angrily, from his loins. With 
sheer animal lust, he moved forward, guiding his throbbing, moist cock into 
her waiting mouth. 

Herb looked at the events taking place and could hardly believe it. This boy 
was going to fuck her at the same time she was being fucked by the man. He 
couldn't believe it. He thought the boy would do something crazy from the 
look on his face, but this isn't what he thought he would do. 

A new flooding tide of passion ripped through the man and his cock again 
became rigid. He went deep into Fran's anus again, with his heavy balls 
slapping at her wet pussy, fucking deliciously into the girl's anal opening. 

Fran tembled with renewed passion, too. The idea of sucking her boy friend's 
cock, while his mother's boy friend ass-fucked her from behind, had a 
fantastic appeal, the more she thought about it; two cocks inside of her, 
she had never had that before. Two men loving her at the same time-just the 
thought of it was mind-blowing. She couldn't wait for this new experience. 

"Hurry, Don, hurry!" she cried with lust. "Put your cock in my mouth. I want 
to taste it. Fuck my mouth, Don! Fuck my ass, Herb!" 

The boy stepped forward and pressed his aching, throbbing cock against the 
girl's soft warm lips. She tasted the bittersweet flavor of the premature 
cum, and felt the blood-swollen tip resting against her lips. Her mouth 
opened wide to accept the offering of her young lover. She could feel the 
driving force of Herb's cock burrowing into her hot passage, as her throat 
seized the prick of the young boy deep in her mouth. 

She began to suck his dick, running her tongue around the slippery head, 
easing the tip of her tongue into the open slit of the glans. Her head 
pumped rapidly, licking every inch of the hard rod, sucking harder and 
harder, her tongue twirling faster and faster. Don added his own movements, 
so that mouth and cock were working together, in harmony, two instruments 
perfectly attuned. Fran could feel the smooth head of the rod, deep in her 
throat, but she made no move to ease the pressure, as she attempted to suck 
the white sperm from his balls as she had done in the afternoon. 

She flung her ass back against Herb's driving shaft, feeling it deep in her 
belly, her mouth still working harder and harder, faster and faster on Don's 
stiff pole. He thrust wildly into her mouth, as his hands wrapped in her 
hair and his loins beat against her face. The pleasure and the pain caused 
her to whimper. 

She moaned like an animal, to the wondrous feelings of two cocks sunk deep 
within her at both ends, both about to flood her with their semen, to drown 
her in fresh hot cum. Her buttocks ground more wildly now around the prick; 
her lips swirled around the other prick. Her own orgasm was building up and 
she knew it wouldn't be long, not long at all.... 

 Chapter Nine 

At the same time, in her room, Lynn was dreaming about her boy, her groom, 
licking her cunt on the grass, lying there in his tux with his pants around 
his ankles, his hard cock digging into the cool grass, his ass gleaming 
beautifully in the sunlight as all the guests watched. 

"Lick it, lick it," she moaned in her sleep. 

"Woof!" 

Lynn opened her eyes and didn't realize where she was. What had happened to 
the grass suddenly? Where was her wedding gown? Why was she naked? 

Where was she? 

She closed her eyes and realized it had all been a dream, a terrible and 
awful dream. She had married her own son! And she had sucked his cock in 
front of all the wedding guests! And he was licking her pussy------ She felt 
a jolt run through her. He was still licking her pussy! She lifted her head 
and looked down between her legs, where the lapping wet tongue was moving so 
perfectly, where the tongue had just been moving in her dream. 

There he was. Heinz was cradled by her warm shapely legs, licking her cunt 
out like no man had ever done. His tongue was longer and wetter than any 
man's tongue could be, and he slid it all the way up between her hairy cunt 
lips. 

Oh, Jesus God, how can I let him do this? She was immediately frightened 
that if she jumped up the dog would grow vicious and start barking. She'd 
seen him when he was chasing some bitch in heat, she'd seen how nothing 
could pull him away, how his long red cock would pump into her.. . . 

Oh, my God, what am I doing? 

She had never let Heinz do annything like this before. Oh, sure, a few times 
when she'd stepped out of the shower or something like that, he'd take a few 
laps at her cunt, but she always pushed him away, giggling, before he had 
time to get excited, before the smell of her feminine pussy turned him on. 

She knew there would be no stopping him now. She shivered at the thought of 
what he might do-would he be content just licking her pussy? 

She doubted it. Oh, he's going to want to fuck me! The thought revolted and 
sickened her. 

She tried to pull away. "No, Heinz, stop doing that to me!" 

- "WOOF!" Heinz wasn't about to stop. He put his hard paws up on her thighs 
and stuck his cold nose back between her legs. 

Lynn put her head back to the pillows. How can I endure this? Suddenly she 
remembered her dream, and felt more ashamed of herself for that than for 
allowing the dog to lick her cunt. The dog was just her pet, she was its 
master. But the person in the dream, the guy who should have been Jack, that 
guy had been her son, her very own son! That thought sickened her and 
revolted her more-and yet she loved it. 

So, without even realizing it, Lynn Stolte decided to purge herself of the 
terrible dream, to cleanse herself by doing something worse, something more 
terrible, something which would cause her terrible shame. She would let 
Heinz do whatever he wanted to her. She would let the dog fuck her if he 
wanted to. That would teach her, that would remind her that she wasn't to 
ever again have such thoughts about her own boy. Besides, he was grown now, 
a teenager, and, like it or not, he had a girl friend and he knew all about 
sex. Mother was not so meaningful to him any more. 

I'll get even with him! I'll never let him have me! The dog'll have me 
before him! 

She spread her legs and looked down to her panting canine lover. "Do 
whatever you want, Heinz, good boy. Go ahead and lick Mama's pussy all you 
want!" 

She put her hands down and spread her cunt lips apart for him, so he could 
really taste her womanly fluid, so he could get turned on to the point where 
there was no stopping him. She not only would allow him to fuck her, she 
actually wanted him to fuck her! She'd seen that long red cock of his so 
many times, seen it being socked into the backs of other little bitch dogs, 
she wanted to feel what it was like to get banged by the canine stud 
herself! That would show Don, that would teach him! 

"Suck it, lick my pussy, Heinz," she moaned, feeling the dog's wonderful 
tongue lashing over her clit. "Lick it and make love to Mama!" 

She let him growl and moan and lick his long wet tongue inside her cunt as 
long as she could stand it. Her passion was building-inside she was a mess 
of feelings, wanting her son, rejecting the dream she'd just had, feeling as 
though she must degrade herself with the dog, feeling that she couldn't live 
any longer with Fran around her boy, feeling turned-on to the wonderful 
feeling coming from between her legs-and the tongue wasn't enough and she 
knew it. She needed something up there, something hard, something long. 

"Heinz, you're going to fuck me," she said, determined, pulling her cunt 
away from him suddenly. She jumped up on the bed, on all fours, and reached 
down under the startled dog and grabbed his slippery cock. It was hard, 
standing out between his furry legs, red and ready. She pulled the foreskin 
back and rubbed the wet tip, remembering that she had done this very thing 
to Donnie in her dream. 

"Come on, old boy, you're gonna fuck a real woman now," she said, turning 
around, getting into position like a bitch in heat. 

The dog didn't need to be told. He knew what was happening, he knew that 
position, and his cock was already throbbing for her pussy. 

"Yes, Heinz, yes," she moaned, feeling the paws hitting her back, the furry 
underbelly touching her ass cheeks. She spread her legs further, letting him 
get a good shot at her cunt. Then she reached down and rubbed her pussy, 
making sure it was enough so his dogdick could enter her easily. She was 
dripping. 

Come on, Heinz, Donnie, fuck your mama, fuck her in the pussy like a good 
dog, like a good boy. Fuck me in front of the wedding guests! 

She felt the hard dog cock thumping at her asshole and suddenly she feared 
he was going to put it in there! She wouldn't mind, but she knew he'd never 
take it out, and she wanted his dog-cream up her cunt, where the burning 
was. She wished he would ass-fuck her first though, because his cock was so 
long and the head was smaller than the rest of it, so she knew it wouldn't 
hurt badly, that it would easily slide into her. 

All of a sudden she held her breath. Heinz had found the hole, and the semen 
on the tip of his cock made the whole big thing slide into her spasming 
asshole with little problem! 

"Oh, Heinz, you can't cum in there, you can't!" she moaned as he started 
slamming his body up and down, beating his long hard red cock into her shit 
chute. He wrapped his paws around her middle and licked his chops, drooling 
onto her back, bouncing there on the bed. 

Lynn felt an insane pleasure filling her asshole and all of her. She started 
to cry, for this is what she wanted, to be degraded completely! A dog 
fucking her! Fucking her ass! A dog fucking her ass when Herb could be 
fucking her! When Don could be fucking her! A dog! 

She felt the canine cock pumping into her butt faster and faster, and her 
ass was beginning to hurt from the powerful fucking she was getting. And, 
besides that, it was only serving to make her cunt hotter, to make her want 
his dick up her box even more! 

"Heinz, you have to fuck my cunt, you must!" She suddenly pulled away from 
him and he barked loudly, hating to have his cock pulled from her shitty 
hole, from the hot other hole he was fucking. He didn't know the difference 
between her asshole and her pussy. 

"Here, here," she said, spreading her legs quickly, thrusting her pussy up 
to his dogdick, guiding it in with her hand. Then it happened, he shoved it 
into her, thinking he was back in the same place again, and he continued his 
fucking, harder and harder, and she gasped because it started off so fast, 
so hard! She was used to a nice slow slide-in, then working up a tempo-no, 
not now. Heinz was fucking her pussy faster than he'd been fucking her ass! 

She knew he wouldn't last long. He was moaning and drooling, and she 
remembered that was a good sign that he was about to shoot his load, for she 
had seen it many times when she had taken him for a walk. He was pumping his 
last few strokes into her. 

Donnie! Her mind drifted back to her dream. Fuck me here in front of all the 
guests, on the lawn, kneeling there between my legs, with everyong watching! 

Donnie was kneeling with his pants still around his ankles, his cock stuffed 
up her cunt. She was on all fours, like a dog, her wedding dress pushed up 
over her back, over her head. She was nothing but ass and cunt now, and he 
was plowing her till she came and he filled her with creamy jism! 

"Oh, baby baby, I'm going to cum with you!" she said, and the dog slammed 
his body against hers and let his sperm shoot out of the head of his long 
slippery dick. "ARF!" he exclaimed as the first shot of cum filled her 
burning pussy, and he continued to bang his swollen long dogdick into her 
cunt as each spurt of dogcum shot out of the tip. 

She came at the same moment, a long, slow, luxurious cum, an orgasm that 
started somewhere in her cunt and extended all the way into her soul. She 
saw Donnie flash through her mind and then she saw the wedding guests 
applauding her, and she hugged Donnie as his cum gushed out of her 
overflowing cunt! 

"Ohhhhh, Don!" she breathed, joyously, as the dog pulled his slick dick out 
of her pussy and curled up into a ball at the foot of the bed, licking the 
cum from his red, raw cock. 

Lynn fell to the pillows and closed her eyes tight, tears welling up inside 
them, trying to get back to that land of sleep, of dreams, trying to run 
away from reality. 

 Chapter Ten 

Lynn couldn't sleep. It was impossible. The dog was at the foot of the bed 
and she realized what had happened, no matter how much she tried to tell 
herself it hadn't. 

Her heart was hammering and her head was splitting under the pressure. She 
had never felt so alone, so terrified, so useless. She gasped for breath as 
her mind attempted to unravel the thoughts screwed up in her head. 

The wedding scene rushed through her head again! 

Lynn stood there on the balcony, tossing her bouquet to the girls on the 
green lawn below! A pretty young girl caught it and waved. Then Lynn lifted 
her skirts and showed all the young girls her womanly cunt, and they looked 
up at her, envious. And, at that moment, Bonnie climbed the steps. "Kneel 
and kiss your bride," she commanded, and he knelt a step lower than her and 
pressed his lips to her burning cunt as all the girls on the lawn sighed in 
wonder and jealousy. Then she dropped her bridal gown down over him, so only 
his feet stuck out from under the hem. He sucked on her cunt as she stood 
there, staring down at the girls with wild eyes. It was then she realized 
that the girl who had caught the bouquet was Fran Simon! Fran took the 
bouquet, tossed it to the ground, and stomped on it. ... 

Lynn rolled over in the bed, her eyes full of tears. How could a dream seem 
so real? So magnificent, and yet so frightening? That was her boy she was 
dreaming about, that was his cock she had been dreaming about, that was his 
cum she had been thinking of sucking! It had been so vivid that she had cum, 
she could feel the wetness between her legs. She could smell the odor of her 
fluids in the room. Donnie, I want you more than anything on earth! 

Her entire body cried out for him, and yet she knew she could never have 
him. That's why she had done that terrible thing with Heinz. . .. A dog! 

Lynn pulled a pillow over her face. "Oh, God," she cried. "I let Donnie's 
German shepherd fuck me!" Why? Why? Why? 

She knew the answers. She loved her baby boy more than life itself, and she 
knew she could never have him the way she wanted him, so what good was life 
any longer? She had never felt so depressed, so despairing. Her cunt ached 
with the hot dog cum and she wished it had been Donnie's cum! No, I can't 
take it, I can't stand thinking about it any longer! 

She sat up, her face wet with tears, terrible guilt and shame filling her 
every nerve. The sleep and the dreams and the scene with Heinz had 
diminished the effect of the liquor she'd taken earlier, and she knew she 
wouldn't be able to sleep, she wouldn't be able to run away from reality any 
longer. 

She was full of raging fire, raging desire-for her own little son! She 
wanted him more and more, his mouth pressed on herr warm hairy vaginal lips, 
his tongue working its way up the soft folds of her cunt, feeling his hot 
long manly boy's cock up her box, up her ass, in her mouth. 

She loved him. There was no denying it. She was in love with him and she 
wouldn't be happy till she possessed his body just as that slut had, just as 

Fran had. She couldn't rest till she felt that long thick shaft inside her 
pussy and his healthy young powerful shooting semen spurting deep into every 
crevice of her womb. She wanted her son to be her lover! 

How could she live with thoughts like that? How could she go on facing him? 
How could she face Fran again if her son was too blind not to see through 
her and kept her around? How long could she go before jealous rage drove her 
to kill Fran, to grab a kitchen knife and ram it into the girl's heart? 
Wasn't that what Fran was doing to her right now? Wasn't that precisely what 
she was doing by sucking off Don on the balcony, in Lynn's own apartment, 
under her own eyes? Didn't she deserve something equally as painful in 
return? 

But Lynn knew she could never harm the girl. It would only be harm to 
herself. Donnie loved the girl, not her, and she would take away from him 
the thing he didn't love, not the thing he did adore. She knew the way to 
control her rage was to keep consuming liquor and pills until she was a 
walking zombie, in a semi-comatose state. But if her brain was lucid, the 
thoughts kept coming back. What was she to do? 

She knew that it was inevitable that one day she would lose control and let 
him know it. She would probably fall to his knees and try to pull his 
wonderful cock out of his pants as he looked down at her in horror and 
disgust. Could she risk that hatred? From the boy she loved. 

She reached over to the bedstand and opened the drawer. She took out two 
tablets of Valium and swallowed them, washing them down with the last swig 
of booze she had left. They would help calm her, relax her. 

But, as she lay there in the next twenty minutes, they only served to 
depress her more. She kept seeing Donnie saying J hate you! I hate you, you 
filthy woman! as she knelt on the floor, frantically trying to get his 
beautiful cock into her mouth. 

Lynn knew she could never let that happen. 

What was left? Nothing, no future. Heinz would fuck her, she was sure of 
that. She felt revolted. She would have to face that slut bitch Fran again 
and again. She would have to masturbate to please herself, she would have to 
drink booze and load up with pills. She would make life miserable for 
everyone, for her jealousy would cause her to be bitchy. What was the way 
out? What was the best way for everyone? 

She looked at the bottle of pills sitting on the table. Judy Garland. 
Marilyn Monroe. Lynn Stolte? 

She would be no loss at all. The other women were, but Lynn would hardly be 
noticed as missing. Fran and Donnie would probably be fucking at her 
funeral, she figured, under the influence of the Valium. 

There was only one way she could assure herself-and Don-from her terrible 
consuming desire overriding her. There was only one guarantee toward 
containing her passion-ending it. Judy and Marilyn, had both been her idols, 
and both had ended it this way. See the pills, Lynn? Take them! Take them 
and reach in and take the bottle of sleeping pills also ... 

She reached in the drawer, but the bottle wasn't there. She realized it was 
in the medicine cabinet. She sat up in bed. Yes, it had to be, she could do 
it so easily, so painlessly! Donnie would find it hard at first, but in time 
he would forget her. She was sure of it. She was feeling sorry for herself, 
and she told herself Fran would certainly make him forget her. 

It's for Donnie! she said to herself as she stood up by the bed, unsteady. 

It's for Donnie! she said to herself as she looked down at Heinz, who was 
sleeping on the floor beside the bed. 

It's for Donnie! she said to herself as she walked to the door and opened 
it. 

It's for Donnie! she said to herself as she began to walk slowly down the 
hall, toward the bathroom, toward the pills that would easily end it. She 
would take them, then to back to bed and swallow the rest of the Valium with 
a glass of water, and then she would crawl into bed and curl up and it would 
be over. 

It's for Donnie! 

Then she heard it. She heard the moaning and the heavy, wet sound of naked 
flesh meeting naked flesh, coming from the living room. 

She listened and the sounds grew louder. She could hear Fran's voice, but 
couldn't make out what she was saying... and another voice, a familiar 
one... was it Herb Williams? She wondered what was happening. With the 
sleeping pills still on her mind, she felt herself being drawn toward the 
living room. She felt as though she was walking in her sleep, being drawn to 
something ... she didn't know what.... 

The sight that greeted her eyes was beyond comprehension. It was monstrous, 
foreign, and she was sure that she had reached the point of insanity. She 
stared, and then a loud wailing scream started to rise in her throat, unable 
to reach the surface. 

There they were ... Fran .. . Donnie ... Herb, together and naked on the 
floor. Fran moving like an animal against Herb's incredibly huge cock which 
was buried deep inside her anal opening, her lips moving faster and faster 
around the hardness of Donnie's blood-swollen prick. Sounds of pleasure 
coming from her throat. 

The woman stood there watching Herb's fingers dig deeply into the girl's 
hips and heard him chant, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" 

Fran could feel his cock begin to jerk as his fire-hot semen erupted inside 
the shit canal of her anus. Her ass filled to overflowing and the searing 
liquid ran down her crevice and along the back of her thighs, onto the white 
carpeting. 

And in that moment, she reached up, caught Don's cock in her hand, and 
pulled it free of her mouth with quick motions, licking the semen-coated 
head, stroking it with her fingers. The pleasure generated by the girl was 
too much for Don to bear, and his own orgasm struck, swiftly and powerfully. 
His prick jerked out of control in the girl's hand. 

"Jeeeessssussss!" he cried out in delight. 

Now the burning cum spewed forth in gushes from his turgid pole, coating the 
girl's face, eyes and nose, with the flowing liquid. She held her mouth 
wide, trying to catch as much of the spurting seed as she could, swallowing 
the hot little boy cum as it filled the orifice of her mouth. She continued 
stroking the shaft, as if begging for more sticky boy cum, as if wanting to 
drown in it, and his throbbing balls responded to her piea, as more of the 
hot fluid drenched her face. 

Fran could feel her own orgasm strike. "Woowww! I'm cumming.. . both you 
guys, cum while I ccuumm!" 

As the release flowed through her, she released Don's cock and he fell back, 
staggering to his knees on the carpet. At the same time, she felt Herb's 
huge prick give one final spurt into her sperm-filled asshole and then pull 
free with loud, obscene popping sounds. He sank back, his eyes glazed, and 
Fran was left kneeling there on all fours, moaning, her eyes still filled 
with lust. 

And all of this being witnessed by the almost suicidal mother, with a scream 
lodged in her throat. Then, suddenly, her scream found a voice, and an 
eerie, horrifying sound echoed through the silent apartment. Then silence 
again .. . Lynn was lying on the floor in a dead faint. 

Three heads turned in unison to the sound of the piercing scream, and three 
pairs of eyes watched as Lynn crumpled to the floor. Fran and 

Herb remained motionless, staring. Only Don seemed able to move, to act. 

The release of his orgasm, moments earlier, had cleared away some of the fog 
in his brain, and the scream that shattered the silence helped clear away 
the rest. His eyes bulged from his head as he saw his mother-naked-lying in 
a heap. 

He thought, Holy fuck, it's Mom. She woke up, came in here and saw us ... 
saw Herb fucking Fran in the ass, saw Fran getting fucked in the mouth by 
me, saw us cum, saw the cum shooting all over! No wonder she's fainted. Oh, 
God, Mom, what have we all done to you? 

He immediately jumped to his feet and ran over to the naked heap on the 
floor ... his mother. He knelt beside her, taking her hand in his. Shame and 
self-loathing raced through him. 

Jesus, he thought, I was so damn stupid. The one woman I really loved, the 
one woman who really cares about me-had to witness this horrible, depraved 
scene. Instead of putting a stop to the sodomizing of Fran by Herb, he had 
been so weak and horny that he joined in the lewdness himself. And this 
beautiful woman had to view the whole disgusting scene. 

He was in anguish. He picked up the limp, naked body of his mother and, 
without so much as a glance at the other two, he carried her tenderly down 
the hallway and into her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He laid 
her gently on the bed and sat down beside her. 

"Mom, oh, Mom, I'm so sorry! Can you ever forgive me?" 

A low moan came from Lynn's throat. Her eyelids fluttered, opened and 
focused on her handsome son. 

"Donnie... Donnie, Oh, God. I've been through a nightmare, a sick, perverted 
dream. But it's not a dream ... it's reality. What I saw in there 
really...." Her voice faded. 

Lynn turned her head away, as the tears spilled hotly from her eyes. She 
wanted to die ... so desperately ... to end the torment in her body. She 
couldn't face her son with the longing and lust for him still strong in her 
loins. And she couldn't face him because of what she had just seen. The girl 
with her mouth wrapped around his young cock, while Herb's hard prick rammed 
into her asshole from behind. Lynn couldn't understand what had happened to 
bring about this whole obscene display, and she didn't care, not any more. 
It was her own moral corruption that bothered her, her own lewd longing for 
this boy. She had to end things once and for all, and she intended to, as 
soon as he left her alone in her room. She would sneak to the bathroom, 
where she was headed before the sounds of their lust had sidetracked her. 
She would swallow the pills and ... 

"Mom, I didn't want to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you." His eyes 
rested on her face. He wasn't noticing the firm, taut breasts with the 
hardened nipples, the soft, dark cuntal mound covering the folds of her 
tormented pussy. "I, well, I got a little high tonight, and I came home 
early. I found Fran and Herb together in there and I went crazy. I wanted to 
kill them both. But as I watched them, I found myself getting aroused. I 
couldn't help it. I lost control! Then Fran started talking to me, like she 
always does ... obscene words, words to excite me. I had to have her. I just 
had to! I didn't think. Oh, Mom .. ." 

Lynn listened to the confession, not understanding at first. Then her numb 
mind began to clear and she realized suddenly that her son was admitting a 
weakness much akin to her own ... a sin of the flesh which she had allowed 
to happen to her and Herb, while watching her son's cock get sucked in the 
afternoon. They had both been blinded by lust and allowed their emotions to 
overrule their minds. He was as tortured and confused as his mother had 
been. 

Slowly, her pain and her guilt began to lessen, as the knowledge of her 
close relationship with her son became clear in her mind. And her heart went 
out to him, with deep and abiding love. Her soul was still tormented with 
the lust she had for her son, and she still felt she had to rid her son of 
her mortal being, for his good and for hers. But the closeness between them 
at this moment surged through every fiber of her body. 

She turned her head toward her son and looked up at him through tear-filled 
eyes, and a smile touched her lips. "Donnie, my darling son." 

"Mom, oh, Mom ..." He pressed his head to her naked breasts and she could 
feel his hot tears on her flesh. She put her arms around him, cradling him 
to her, holding him tightly as he clutched her body. 

"Donnie, my son, my darling ..." She stopped, but her thoughts lingered. It 
feels so good to hold you, to have my arms around you. We should be together 
from now on . . . but my thoughts for you are too depraved. There's no help 
or hope for me, because I want to make love to you desperately. I want your 
hot, young, hard cock deep inside of me. . . . 

Suddenly her body began to tremble as she held her son, began to move, as 
the fires of her lust began to soar through her. She knew it was happening, 
felt her tender warm pussy begin to secrete drops of her passion, felt her 
nipples harden and the horror crept over her mind again. She had to let go 
of him, had to stop this lewd thinking before she did something that even 
death wouldn't change. 

But her arms refused to release the body of her son. Instead she felt 
herself holding him tighter, clinging to him, her fire-ridden body moving 
faster on the bed. Her thighs began to open and close and her mind was 
filled with the image of her son's large, throbbing cock as she had seen it 
earlier that day, working its way in and out of Fran's mouth, as she had 
seen it again tonight, doing the same thing. Her thoughts consumed her brain 
with hot, burning desire, and she almost moaned aloud in delight at the 
sensations in her belly and her hot cunt. 

My God! her brain screamed. Don't do this. Don't let it happen. Don't ever 
let him know how sick you are with lust for him. Stop . . . before you 
destroy your son . . . and yourself! 

But even as her thoughts pleaded with her mind, words that she could not 
stop were reaching her lips. "Donnie, I love you! I love you more than 
anything else in this world! Donnie, my darling son. I NEED YOU, DONNIE!" 

Don could hear his mother's words as he held her against him, but at first 
he attached no sexual significance to them, or to her body twisting beneath 
him. He was only feeling concern for her, compassionate love after the 
traumatic experience she had suffered during this long day. His heart was 
bursting with the same love she was professing, a deep love, deeper than he 
had ever felt toward her, a love similar to what he had felt for Fran ... a 
love that needed some kind of lasting expression ... the ultimate 
expression! 

Suddenly, Don became aware of what sort of love he was referring to, what he 
was really thinking. He clutched at his mother. He couldn't believe that he 
had been having physical thoughts about his own mother. 

Jesus, what's the matter with me? Am I still high from the pot and beer. Am 
I insane at learning that my girl friend is a common whore. How can I think 
about my mother in such a way, especially after what she's just been 
through. He knew he loved his mother deeply, but not that way . . . dear 
God, not that way! 

His forehead broke out in a cold sweat, and he tried to keep his eyes away 
from his mother's body. He felt tingling sensations in his loins as he 
stared at her, unable to look away. He could feel an ache of pleasure in his 
male organs, even though he had just cum in the young girl's hungry, 
cock-sucking mouth. But this was a different arousal... deep love for the 
woman who was his mother-a love and a feeling that was growing stronger. A 
feeling he could not deny. 

He wanted this woman. He wanted to fuck his own mother! 

Don felt as though he had just been kicked in the stomach. He almost leaped 
off the bed as he tried to escape the thoughts whirling around his mind. But 
there was no escape, no control. He couldn't give in to this overwhelming 
desire . . .he couldn't fight it off, either. He couldn't touch his own 
mother, but his body was crying out. .. touch her, love her, fuck her. 

 Chapter Eleven 

His hands reached out, seeking the blanket so he could cover the 
irresistible naked form in front of him. But as he started to cover her 
body, Lynn's hand reached out and caught his, stopping him from concealing 
her proud nudity. 

She stared at her handsome, half-naked son, one hand on his wrist, the other 
on his shoulder. He could see the tortured battle raging in her brain, 
written on her contorted face. Her body was writhing wildly now on the 
rumpled bedsheet, her squirming pussy seeping the liquids of her desire, and 
she knew she had lost the battle. She wanted her son, his body and his love, 
desperately. 

"Donnie . .. Donnie, I love you so much. I want you. I'm hot, I'm raging 
with passion and desire for you. I want you to love me, Donnie. I want you 
inside of me, your hardness deep in my belly! I have to have you!" 

Jesus fuck! His mind reeled at her words. My mother wants me, just as I want 
her. This can't be happening. She's having the same thoughts I'm having. She 
wants me to enter the body that gave me life . .. her body. 

The thought was terrible and exciting at the same time. He wanted to jump up 
and run, go somewhere and think the whole thing over and try to understand. 
Mother and son, loving each other so much, they wanted to consummate that 
love. He wanted to run, but he couldn't move. He listened to her words of 
lust and love, feeling her hot fingers on his arms, watching her body writhe 
on the bed as arousal overtook her. 

As he watched her, his young cock began to grow from his naked body, began 
to fill with blood and jutted up from his belly. Her eyes saw the growing 
organ becoming hard. She knew he was excited and that he wanted her. She 
knew that the prick she was gazing upon was getting hard for the boy's 
mother. 

At the sight of the erection, Lynn sat up in bed and threw her arms around 
the boy, pulling his face down to hers, kissing him hotly on his eyes, 
cheeks and mouth. Her tongue began to probe his lips, mashing her breasts 
against his chest. Her cunt secreted the hidden liquids of her intense 
passion. 

Don tried to pull away, at first, but she held him much too tightly. He 
moaned, completely lost now ... a slave to the love he felt for his mother. 

His mouth opened under hers, and then he was kissing her back, swirling his 
tongue around hers, sucking it as he had sucked her breasts of milk as a 
baby. His hands moved down over her shoulders, around to touch her soft 
sides. They dipped up and sought out her firm breasts. The nipples on the 
soft tips became hard in his fingers. 

Lynn began to feel an inner peace shoving away the torment of the horrible 
day. The moment she had dreamed of was finally becoming a reality. It was 
fast approaching. And it wasn't wrong, because he wanted her too! Their love 
was the same and their need was the same. She had found a new life at last. 

She clung depserately to him, kissing him, moaning, while he fondled her 
breasts. Her hand sought out his aching cock, and she encircled it, her 
son's beautiful penis. 

She stroked it lovingly, up and down, her fingertips caressing his trembling 
balls. His hand ran up the smooth skin of her thighs and brushed against the 
soft, damp pubic hairs of her crotch. He cupped her between her legs, 
feeling the damp patch of soft hair. She invitingly spread her legs out wide 
to make his exploration easier, and he ran his fingers over the warm opening 
of her pussy. Using his thumb and forefinger, he parted the soft lips, and 
with his other hand, he felt the narrow slit and the damp soft flesh of her 
vagina. He began to stroke and caress her burning hot clitoris as she 
stroked his expanding cock. 

His cock grew harder under her soft touch. He knew he had to have her, but 
he wasn't sure how much aggression to use on his own mother. It was a new 
situation. He took his mouth away from hers, drew back slightly and stared 
at her naked loveliness, the way she was holding his cock, the way his 
finger was tenderly sliding up and down her wet cuntal slit. 

He heard her whisper, "Donnie, I have to have your dick inside me. I want 
you! I need you. Fuck me Donnie, please. I want you to fuck me!" 

His question had been answered. 

She squirmed her buttocks down into the mattress in rhythm to his 
manipulation of her clitoris. She moaned in the darkness of the room. Don 
grew more excited from the tantalizing touch sensation of her tight pussy. 
His cock was throbbing from the pressure of the blood filling it to 
hardness. He knew he had to put his cock where his finger was now buried. 

Her long beautiful legs were spread wide to expose, to her son's gaze, the 
full expanse of her hotly waiting vaginal plane. Her fingers dug into the 
moist slick surface of his cock. He pulled his finger out of her clasping 
cunt. She was guiding the hard fuck organ of her son to the waiting opening, 
using it's thick hair to part her own pubic curls and the lips of her tender 
hot pussy. Lynn gasped aloud at the sudden contact of her son's fiery prick 
against her damp orifice. He didn't want to hurt her, but only to prove his 
love. 

"Darling, Dooooonnnnie!" She moaned in ecstasy. 

"Mom ... oh, Mom . .." he cried. 

Her face was a few inches from his and he could feel her warm breath against 
his cheeks. He found her lips again with his mouth and kissed her hungrily. 
Her tongue pushed up inside his mouth and flicked deeply inside in answer to 
his wet kisses. 

Don could feel her hands reaching under the exposed buttocks as she arched 
slightly, and the sensation of his balls being massaged by her hands sent 
shivers up his spine. She shoved her hand down between their bodies, 
searching for the hardness of his cock. She had let go of it, at the touch 
of his lips. Now, she wanted it back. She found the pulsating rod and 
fondled the swollen glands tip with her cool fingers. 

She threw her arms around his neck, tightly, crying out, "Now, Donnie, now!" 

He pushed his dick forward into the tightly clenched opening. Lynn's hips 
flew up to meet the thrust, burying his rod almost the full length in the 
folds of her hot, wet cunt. It clamped around the swollen prickshaft, 
locking it deep within her pussy. She felt the sperm-bloated testicles smack 
softly against her upturned, satiny buttocks. 

My cock's inside her.. . it's inside my mother's body! The thought was 
mind-blowing. And he knew she was loving every inch of his massive prick in 
her wet pussy. He could feel her urgency as he rammed his boy cock down into 
her hungry fuck passage. 

The boy began to revolve his pelvis slowly, grinding his cock into her naked 
loins, expanding thee walls of her clenched pussy, and her own buttocks 
rotated insanely on the bed, demanding harder thrusts. 

Quickly, in response to her reaction of excitement and rapture, he increased 
his pace and the length of his stroke, knowing he couldn't last much longer. 
He felt the volcano inside his balls ready to erupt ... the boycum lava 
would soon spill out. She raised her cunt up to him in rhythm to his 
downward thrust. Her legs were wrapped tightly around him and she used her 
arms and arched back to take him in to her maximum depth. Her breathing came 
in short gasps as he fucked her burning crotch. 

He was slamming into his mother with increasing force, his swollen cock 
nearly out of the tight sheath clasping it, then plunging down again, his 
testicles slapping hard against her anal opening. The pressure in his balls 
was mounting, and his head swam wildly with the knowledge of his mother 
cumming, of his cumming in her cunt with his devoted boy cum seed. 

In their rapture, they didn't hear the bedroom door open. Fran and Herb had 
recovered from the shock of Lynn finding them, and they now stood naked in 
the bedroom. When they saw what was happening, they couldn't believe their 
eyes. 

"Holy shit!" Herb whispered to the girl. "It's Lynn and Don . .. fucking!" 

"They sure are!" The girl giggled. Her eyes gleamed and her pussy began to 
tingle with excitement. "I never would've believed it, if I hadn't seen it 
with my own eyes!" 

Fran reached down and grabbed Herb's cock, jerking it into arousal once 
more. "Makes a person horny, just watching, doesn't it?" 

"Shit, it sure does!" 

"Wanna do something about it?" 

"Right here?" 

"Why not? It's as good a place as any!" 

"Suits me fine." 

"I'll get on all fours and you can dog fuck me from behind." Fran directed. 
"Only this time fuck me in the cunt, baby. I want your cock in my cunt." 

"That's exactly where you're gonna get it!" 

She knelt down and Herb slipped his cock into her demanding pussy, both of 
them staring wildly at the sight of the mother and son fucking on the bed. 
With lust, they began to flail at one another mercilessly. But a few feet 
away, there was no lust between mother and son; only love, deep and binding 
love, and they were totally unaware of anyone else in the room-and if they 
had known, they wouldn't have cared. For them, they were alone in their 
new-found love .. . alone with each other. 

Lynn was impaled on her son's hard shaft and rapturous moans escaped her 
lips, which were now fastened to her son's. She milked his tongue 
passionately, just as her pussy milked his young cock. 

"I'm almost there, honey! I'm ready to cum, my darling!" She cried in his 
mouth. He was in complete agreement, for he was almost there himself. He 
increased his pace even more, deepening his thrusts as she gyrated wildly 
beneath him, grinding her hungry cunt up and down his cock with fury. He 
stiffened his shoulders under his mother's tight fingers. He was on the 
brink of orgasm, and he fucked deeper and deeper. 

"Oooohhhhh, oooohhhhh... ." Her climax climbed over the pinnacle. He ground 
his cock deep and hard, faster and faster into her loving womb. She tossed 
her head from side to side, her dark hair flying. Total rapture burst from 
the very core of her being. 

"Ahhhhh, ooohhhhhh, darling Donnie." 

He felt her pussy walls secreting warm gushes of wet love-juice around his 
cock. His mother was cumming from his cock buried inside her. He had to cum 
with her! 

He sensed his own cumming. His sperm was about to race through his cock to 
fill his mother's pussy. Her cunt was clasped tightly around his organ. 
Suddenly his orgasm erupted fully from his balls. His juices spurted from 
his cockhead deep inside Lynn's quivering belly. It was a never-ending flow, 
causing her to moan in cries of delight as her stomach quaked with the 
unleashed pool he was emptying into her. Their liquids were mixing, fusing, 
knotting them together as lovers in the complete sense of the word, mother 
and son cumming together. 

He kissed her gently as he felt the final drop of cum run from the tip of 
his cock into her relaxed body. They lay there together for an eternity, not 
moving, knowing nothing. They were oblivious to the bestial sounds of Fran 
and Herb as his cock spurted cum into her climaxing cunt, in the doorway of 
their room. 

After a while, both Lynn and Don slept in each other's arms, and when they 
awoke, it was after two in the morning and they were alone together in the 
room, alone in the apartment. But they didn't know and didn't care about 
anything, except their love. 

Heinz lay peacefully sleeping on the floor at the foot of their bed, and 
they smiled at one another in joy and rapture. And for the rest of the night 
until morning, mother and son explored their physical and mental depths 
again and again. 

Finally, with the sun up, they again fell asleep in each other's arms. 

 Chapter Twelve 

When they finally awoke, Don had the unpleasant chore of going to find Fran 
and asking her to leave. He'd decided it had to be that way just before he 
went to sleep. Not that he didn't want her around any more, not that he 
didn't still want to see her or fuck her. He just wanted her out of the 
house. 

Lynn had no idea that was what he was going to tell her. She didn't even 
want to bridge those problems yet. She didn't even want to think about them. 
The realization that she had almost-stupidly-taken her own life was enough 
for her to not want to think about real problems at all. 

A moment later Donnie came running back into the bedroom, still naked, his 
heavy boy cock flopping in front of him. "Look at this!" he exclaimed, 
sitting down on the bed next to his beautiful mother/lover. 

Lynn looked at the note: 

Don: 

I guess I'm a lot like Momsie, just running off and doing what I want to do 
whenever I feel like it. I've gone off with Herb, to be his "mistress," I 
guess you might say. You don't need me any more, you never really did. You 
've always been a "mama's boy" anyway. Good luck, guy. You were a good fuck, 
III admit that. Hope she enjoys it while she can. Fran 

"That cunt!" Donnie said, crumbling the note in his hand. 

"I saw through her the minute I laid eyes on her," Lynn said honestly. 

"If eel like a real jerk," Don said. 

"Donald Stolte," Lynn said sternly, pulling the paper from his hand and 
tossing it to the floor, "you're not allowed to waste another minute 
thinking about that girl. Do you understand?" 

He nodded with a big grin on his face, "I promise," he said, lifting the 
covers from her beautiful body. "I also promise to make love to you every 
single day." 

"Twice a day," she said, putting her hand around the snug warm shaft of his 
growing cock, pulling the foreskin back all the way. In a moment she had her 
body twisted around and his cock was in her mouth, just as in her dream, 
tasting sweet, filling her mouth as it hardened. 

They were in a sixty-nine position, and he pressed his lips to her cunt, 
licking there at first, and then pulled her pussy apart with his fingertips 
and let his tongue slide up her till it tickled her clit. 

One thing I'll say for her, the bitch sure taught him well! Lynn knew she 
would always have slutty Fran to thank for that. She took all of her son's 
cock in her lips until it got so hard she was forced to pull her lips from 
his pubic hair. 

But she was determined to deep-throat him, just as in the dream. She 
positioned her head and made sure her throat muscles were relaxed. Then she 
bore down on his cock and took it all the way into his throat, the head 
bulging inside her windpipe like a big red apple! 

"MOM!" Donnie screamed, holding onto her asscheeks for dear life, nestling 
his moaning face into the warm confines of her pussy. "Oh, God, Mom!" He 
couldn't believe what she was doing to his cock. 

"Mmmmmmgggfffff," Lynn moaned as she moved the cock around down deep in her 
throat. Then she pulled off, till just the tip was locked in her. lips, and 
she started licking, and playing with it with her hands, fondling his nuts, 
letting the foreskin move up over the tip, pulling it back again, "biting 
it, kissing it, driving him wild with desire. 

And he stared into his own mother's cunt, the cunt he had fucked so 
perfectly, so beautifully the night before. He put his tongue all the way up 
it, up the wet passage, the hot womanly steaming passage. He wanted to suck 
out his own jism, the cream he'd deposited there three times the night 
before.... 

"Don, Donnie!" Lynn moaned, holding his cock against her cheek, pressing 
against his abdomen, holding the part of his body she had wanted for so 
long. "Oh, Donnie, make my pussy cream, make me hit!" 

She just held him, knowing that she was holding her baby where she had held 
him when he was little. She felt his hard cock pressing into her cheek, into 
her hair, and his balls against her neck, her lips touching his hairy thigh, 
her naked hard tits pressing at his firm belly.... 

Donnie worked his tongue in her cunt, stroking her clitoris, loving the lips 
of her vagina, making her wet and wild, making her a woman again, as he'd 
done the night before, making love to her pussy with his young lips. 

"Oh, Don, I'm going to cum! You're going to make me cum!" 

Don felt her body shaking on the bed as she grasped his ass-cheeks with her 
hands, pressing her head into his groin. I'm going to cum if she keeps that 
up, Vm going to cum all over her face and hair. .. . 

Lynn rubbed her face against his cock, licking and moaning and clawing his 
ass with her fingertips. She had no idea what she was doing to him, she was 
only responding to the wonderful feeling in her pussy. She didn't know he 
was on the brink of orgasm himself! 

Don started tongue-fucking her cunt with all the passion in his young body, 
because he knew he was going to shoot all over her face, and he didn't want 
to cum before she did. Cum, Mother, cummmmm! Goddamn it, cum! He slammed his 
tongue up her cunt again and again, trying to bring her off before she 
brought him off! 

"Donnnnn," she moaned against his cock, her eyes closed, rubbing him, 
spreading her legs, kicking them into the air on the bed, feeling her senses 
jumbling into one ball of passion and fire. "I... I'M... I'M CUMMING! YES, 
NOW, DONNIE, NOW!" 

She kicked wildly as Don felt the gush of womanly liquid pleasure rush over 
his tongue and lips and cheeks. He lapped it up, constantly licking her clit 
and driving his young hard tongue into her vagina. Then he let out a moan 
and knew he was going to------ It took Lynn by complete surprise. She was 
moaning and crying in her orgasm, in the wake of her cumming, not even 
thinking that the mere friction of her face would be enough to bring him off 
again so soon-they'd only slept for three hours-and she was planning on 
sucking his cock some more till he came. 

But, as she held her face against his body and pulled at his asscheeks while 
her body rocked with her orgasm, she was suddenly shocked to feel something 
hot squirting over her cheek, over her face, onto her forehead and into her 
hair. 

"MOM!" Don shouted, lifting his greased face from her pussy suddenly as his 
orgasm hit her. 

Then she knew what was happening. And she loved it! She twisted her face 
just in time to see the tip of his big hard organ open and shoot out a 
stream of hot fresh boy cum that landed on his leg. But she wasn't about to 
let any more of it go to waste. She drove her lips down over the cumming 
cockhead and sucked out every last drop of semen left in him. 

"Oh, God, Mother, it was incredible, it was too fucking incredible," Donnie 
moaned into her crotch, licking her pussy slightly, feeling his cock 
softening in her mouth as she caressed it with her tongue. 

Then she pulled out and sat up. "God," she said, "there's cum all over you." 
There was cum on his thighs and his abdomen and his balls. She started 
licking it up, lapping at him with her tongue, as if she were Heinz, until 
it was all cleaned up. 

"Mother," Don said, when she turned to him after she'd licked him clean, 
"your face is still white with jism!" 

"What?" She reached up and felt her cheek. Sure enough. She smiled and began 
to wipe it into her skin, to rub it around. "Well, they say protein's good 
for the skin!" 

Donnie laughed, and then kissed her lips, and finally licked all the drying 
sperm off her face. Then they settled back into bed and Heinz jumped up and 
curled at their feet. 

"Shall we spend the day in bed?" Lynn asked. 

"Yup," Donnie said, curling up against her breasts. 

"A celebration of sorts," Lynn whispered. 

"Definitely a celebration," her son added, closing his eyes. 

"Woof!" Heinz said, and settled down with his eyes closed. 

Heinz lay there peacefully sleeping as they smiled at one another in joy and 
rapture and together, mother and son explored their physical and mental 
depths again and again and again____ 

It was about two months later when Don returned from shopping in the Loop 
and told Lynn, "Mom, you'll never believe what's happened. Herb Williams has 
been arrested!" 

The mother stared at her son in disbelief. 

"Arrested? What for?" 

"For violating the Mann Act, from when he was living in Las Vegas." he 
explained. "He was running a prostitution ring, transporting underage girls 
across the state line. The police traced him to Chicago and he's in jail 
now, awaiting extradition back to Nevada." 

Lynn shook her head slowly. She felt sorry for Herb, but that was all. 
Whatever she thought she could have felt for him, when she first ran into 
him that day in New Town, had died when she found out the kind of man he 
really was-just as Don's love for Fran had died when he discovered her true 
self. These were people who did not love. Their emotions were controlled by 
pleasure and ego. 

"What will happen to Fran now?" she wondered aloud. 

Neither Lynn nor Don had seen Herb and Fran since they'd read her note, and 
had made no effort to contact them. Both couples were from different worlds. 
It was love opposed to lust. There was no point in trying to reunite the two 
pursuits of life. 

He answered his mother's question with a sigh. "I guess Fran'll go back to 
California, Mom. She belongs there, running wild on the beach sand. I just 
hope she doesn't find another immature guy like me and do to him what she 
did to me, or what she tried to do. ..." 

"Tried and failed, my beloved." Lynn pressed her body against his. "Failed, 
because we found each other, when we were both at our lowest ebbs, filled 
with torment and confusion. Our love has seen us through, brought us back to 
a full enriching life. 

He kissed her mouth, running his tongue over her lips. "Right, Mom, you're 
always right. And I love you very much." 

"As much as I love you." She answered. Her hand slid down between their 
bodies and she cupped and tenderly squeezed his cock and balls, as they 
quickly sprang into hardness at her fond caress. She laughed. "You're not at 
all immature, my son. You're a man, the most wonderful man in the world, 
with the most wonderful piece of man-manhood a mother could want." 

Don's heart was bursting with pride for love for this woman. He picked her 
up in his strong arms, kissed her breasts, her mouth, her eyes and carried 
her into the bedroom to once again fulfill their burning sex need. 

Heinz lay on the carpeting by the fireplace watching them. It was as if he 
understood. The two people that he loved not only loved him . .. they loved 
each other too! 


End
