TFB-117  Mom's Hot Games
by John Harland


INTRODUCTION 

This may be the wildest, most uninhibited, novel on the subject of incest 
that has been published during the past several years. In earlier days, a 
publisher would hesitate to publish such a lurid, sex-oriented book. But 
times have changed. Today, we know that incest is a reality in our society. 
This knowledge is supported by psychiatrists, psychologists, sociologists, 
and other professionals. And so we consider it our publishing responsibility 
to provide you with this unusual novel. 

We are certain you will find it entertaining. 

And, we believe, you will find the entertainment of the type that also 
provides insights to the sexual life around us. 

-The Publisher 


PROLOGUE 

David Joseph Rawlins, as he thought of his mother, clutched his engorged 
cock in one brutal fist and soothed aching balls with the other hand. Raw 
sex-hunger and fear of discovery struggled for mastery in his churning mind. 
The hunger maintained an edge, as it always did. 

The light of a three-quarter moon came through the curtains at the big 
window to fall brilliantly on the bed before him. A slender-waisted, 
full-breasted body lay motionless in the silver illumination. Arms out-flung 
and legs a sprawl, the sleeping woman moved luscious lips in an inaudible 
response to some dream stimulus. 

She was beautiful. She was so beautiful it made David's throat ache. Her 
hair looked dark in the moonlight, spread wide across the crumpled pillow. 
Her large breasts mounded temptingly, even though she lay on her back. A 
tiny waist accentuated softly swelling hips, and her careless position 
exposed a faint gleam of naked flesh between her furry cunt lips. 

The gorgeous, naked woman before David was his mother, too young for a grown 
son and infinitely desirable in her unsuspecting display. 

In one week, David reflected in agitation, he would be sixteen. The past 
year had been the most vicious, horny torture, with seething pressure lying 
behind his dick and tormenting his nuts almost continuously. Tonight's 
desperate gamble was not a first. The risk was so great and the possible 
consequences so awesome that he had sneaked into her room only three times 
previously, but on this night-as on those other three-the odds had tilted to 
his favor. 

His mother hardly ever touched alcohol. She did keep a supply of fine, 
mellow California wines, however, and once in a great while some private 
train of thought led her to break out a bottle and sip steadily through an 
evening's TV shows until, bottle empty and inner turmoil quieted, she 
stumbled off to bed. On those rare occasions, as David had discovered in the 
distant past when nightmares woke him, shrieking for him mother's 
comforting, she slept so deeply only the most persistent efforts could 
arouse her. 

Tonight, then, as he had done three times before, David had stolen into his 
mother's bedroom and shaken her shoulder gently to test the soundness of her 
sleep. When she had shown no sign of awareness, David had uttered a silent 
prayer and, with infinite stealth, laid back the bedclothes to reveal the 
luscious body. She had twisted fitfully and drawn one knee well out to the 
side (in a cuntal display she had not provided before), but had continued to 
sleep. 

David had no idea how long she would stay asleep without the covers. He 
sometimes wondered if he might not stand beside the bed devouring the sight 
of her nakedness until the sky began to turn light outside, but two things 
made such a risk impossible. The first was the incredible fury she would 
probably generate if she ever caught him in this perverted activity. The 
second was probably a lot more pertinent; he got so hot, so fast, staring at 
her luscious curves, that he was bound to cum hours before dawn. 

In fact, a knot was already forming deep in the flesh behind his hard-on. He 
snatched up the towel he had brought with him and held it in readiness. Eyes 
burning, breath whistling between clenched teeth, David began to pound his 
throbbing cock. His fist flashed up and down the rigid shaft and his 
cockhead bobbed wildly. A buzzing tingle arose in his balls. Letting his 
mouth gape wide in an unuttered scream of longing, he thrust his knees apart 
and fell into a springy crouch. 

Like hammer blows, a phantom fist smashed the knot in his groin. Searing 
waves of jism boiled through his aching prick and erupted into the towel. He 
sank lower with every jolt of his orgasm, until his knees rested on the 
floor and his chin dug into his chest. He trembled violently, his ass-cheeks 
chomping fiercely at each other as he spewed out the last jets of cum. 

In spite of his iron self-discipline, a sob of release spilled from his 
lips. He squeezed his softening dick convulsively, closed the towel on its 
steaming contents and rose shakily to his feet. His breathing was ragged and 
his hands trembled violently as he reluctantly spread the covers over his 
mother's tantalizing form. When he released the bedclothes and they settled 
onto her body, his mother heaved a deep sigh and twisted sharply. 

David's breath caught in his throat. He gulped, snatched up the towel and 
bolted from her room. Only when he was safely in his own room, leaning 
weakly against the door, did he inhale again. 

He let his mind roam to the immediate future. His mother had promised him a 
vacation trip for midsummer. She had often taken him on an overnight trip, 
fulfilling the duties his father would have assumed, if there had been a 
father at home, but never had he been out more than two days. This time it 
was to be ten days, more or less, and the thought of spending that time 
alone with her in the deep woods scared him as much as it delighted him. 

They would penetrate the wilderness by canoe, and from the time they shoved 
off from Wellingtons' dock until they nosed up to it ten days later, no 
other human would be within hearing distance. 

Their overnight camps would, at best, offer only a minimum of privacy. There 
would be endless opportunities for him to work himself into a spot from 
which he could secretly watch his mother dressing and undressing, or bathing 
at a lake's edge or in a stream. For that ten days, he would have the best 
chance of his life to fill his eyes with her nakedness while jacking off to 
his heart's content. 

He shivered. Somewhere in the world, there just had to be a girl with a 
figure and face like his mother's-a girl he could win for himself and fuck 
the way he so often fucked his mother in his dreams. Somewhere! And someday 
he would goddamn well find her! 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Mary looked over her shoulder at the cluster of dark pines that defined the 
island that was their target for the day. She saw them in silhouette, her 
hand shading her eyes against the late afternoon sun. Between canoe and 
island, only the ripples generated by the slender craft's passage disturbed 
the lake's mirrored surface. She suppressed a tiny shiver of anticipation 
and turned back to study her son. 

For a fifteen year old, David was big, she reflected; he had a man's growth, 
betrayed only by a certain youthfulness of outline. The frame was there, 
though, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted and slim at the hips. The next 
few years would harden muscles already bulging with power, sharpen their 
definition and deepen the grooves that separated them. Even now she caught 
her breath in her throat at the supple grace of the young torso as David, 
naked from the waist, drove his paddle into the water first on the left, 
then the right. His skin gleamed with sweat and a stray lock of auburn hair 
refused stubbornly to stay out of his face, so that he jerked his head 
repeatedly to clear his vision. 

David's eyes showed no awareness of her attention; they seemed to shield 
daydreams while directing a frank, lingering gaze over her body. Mary 
tingled abruptly and felt a quick rush of self-consciousness. As if sensing 
his mother's reaction, David faltered in his paddling rhythm and raised his 
glance to meet hers. 

He flushed with confusion. "Uh ... uh, we're almost there," he remarked. 

"About time." She smiled. "I'm stiff as a board! Your arms must be ready to 
fall off!" 

"Naw." Boyish pride lit his expression. "It got to me the first day, and a 
little yesterday, I guess. Feel great today." 

"You're all man, David." Her voice was soft. He had a right to his pride, 
she decided. 

By the time they finished this trip, her son would have turned sixteen. In 
fact, they would celebrate his birthday day after tomorrow on this very 
island that lay mere yards beyond the canoe's prow. For a boy whose father 
had abandoned him before he had even been born who had grown up without any 
of the advantages of a man's presence-David had turned out just fine, she 
told herself. He had only that one problem, and in the days that lay ahead, 
God give her the courage and strength, she meant to do everything in her 
power to overcome its threatening hold on him. 

She had filled the dual role of mother and father as well as any woman could 
have, she believed. Better than most-one hell of a lot better. Maybe she had 
overdone it from time to time. Maybe she had been too particular about the 
kind of man David got exposed to, picking and choosing and rejecting so 
carefully that in the end there had been none. Dangers, that could have 
created a void-might have been the factor that had given David that gentle, 
feminine outlook toward people. The thought had haunted her for months, now, 
ever since David's school counselor had intimated that her son just might be 
developing a tendency toward liking boys better than girls. 

"Nothing pronounced, you understand," Wiggins had said. "But a boy his size 
... well, you'd expect at least a little interest in sports. And you'd 
expect him to make short work of anyone who made cracks about homos." 
Wiggins had observed her closely. "It's not uncommon, when a boy grows up 
without a man in the house. I mean...." 

Maybe so, she thought now, grimly. Maybe her son did have that something 
that made a boy prefer men to women. If he did, it was going to be his 
decision. But it would be a shame to deprive the world of women of that 
magnificent cock; even before David had become self-conscious and started 
avoiding exposure, his development had been obvious. And this trip was going 
to afford the privacy she would need to explain the sexual things to David 
that a father should have. If her son was destined to be homosexual, she 
would try to change that before they got back to civilization. 

Much as it might embarrass both of them, she meant to see to it that they 
had those "man-to-man" talks David should have had with someone long ago. 

The canoe scraped bottom and slowed sharply. Mary grabbed at the gunwales, 
thrown off balance by the quick grinding. 

David laughed. "Daydreaming, Mom?" 

He sprang over the side and shoved the craft higher onto the beach. Mary 
struggled to rise, but the stiffness in her muscles left her helpless. Her 
son grinned and came to her. He picked her up in his arms, his skin feeling 
like fire against the backs of her thighs where her skirt had risen. 

She had clung to him, hating the tremor that coursed through her body. A 
woman ought to get herself laid once in awhile, she reflected, especially if 
she were raising a boy as grown up and exciting as David. Fucking was a 
thing women needed as desperately as men. If they failed to satisfy the 
need, they were vulnerable to unexpected flashes of lust; again and again, 
she had felt that fierce desire to clasp her son's hips in the vise of her 
thighs and swallow that youthful cock into the turgid heat of her cunt. 

A mother would not do such a thing, of course. Never. Nonetheless, fantasies 
were impossible to control when a person got too worked up inside. 

David set her on her feet, lending his support until she felt life come back 
into leaden joints. She pulled shakily away. 

"Thanks, hon," she murmured. "Feel like a damn fool, getting that stiff." 

David shrugged. "Maybe you were right, Mom. Maybe we'd both better paddle 
after this. I didn't think about what it was going to do if you just had to 
sit still in one position all day." 

"Well, we'll worry about that when we're ready to go on." 

"Yeah." He pulled the canoe out of the water and began unloading their gear. 

They selected a clearing near the center of the island, where a bubbling 
spring provided a ready source of sparkling, cold water. While David set up 
camp, Mary unpacked the food and began to prepare dinner. They finished 
eating before sunset. 

Quietly, responsive to the stillness of the island, they made their way to 
the west end, where they watched while wisps of high cloud turned from white 
to blazing gold, darkened through all the shades of pink and finally took on 
a violet hue before fading to darkness in the night sky. Returning 
thoughtfully to camp, they hung two lanterns from convenient branches. 

A gap in the foliage gave them a clear view of the moon rise. The upper edge 
appeared above jagged black teeth that were the tops of distant pines, the 
dusky orange curve reflecting in a long path across the still water. 
Somewhere an owl hooted throatily. A loon gave its weird cry and a fish 
broke the surface of the lake. 

Mary stirred restlessly, clamping and loosening her thighs. 

* * * 

David watched his mother as she moved about the clearing. He kept his 
eyelids lowered to hide the glances following her. The tightness in his 
loins hurt, the way it often did when he watched her sexy movements. She had 
no idea, he supposed, but she was so goddamn sexy it was scary. Already, he 
had a hard-on that he was sure she would be able to detect a mile away, and 
his balls ached until he wanted to roll on the ground. 

It wasn't her fault, of course. Other guys didn't have his problem. Most of 
them had been born when their mothers were years older than his mother had 
been. She had been barely a year older than he was right now when he had 
been born. A child bride, for sure. Thirty-two was pretty old when it came 
to teachers and such. Pretty old for mothers, too, mostly. But when a mother 
kept the kind of figure Mary had-well, that was something different! And 
young-acting! Christ, what a sexpot! 

When she passed between him and the campfire, her voluptuous body was 
visible through her clothes as if she wore gauze. She had fantastic tits, he 
reflected-full and firm. They were ripe, he kept thinking; not like the 
half-grown lemons the chicks his own age had. Once in awhile, when he 
managed to spy on her when she was naked, his jaws ached with the desire to 
suck on one of those juicy-looking nipples. And his fingers would clench and 
unclench while he thought of squeezing a fistful of that round, warm meat, 
those fleshy knockers. 

The rest of her looked every bit as good. He knew her measurements; it was a 
game he had invented, and that she went along with as if humoring him. 
Five-three, a hundred and fifteen, with measurements of thirty-five, 
twenty-three, and thirty-three. Her hair was a coppery red. When she wore it 
in one of those formal fashions, it was like a burnished halo. : When she 
wore it loose, like tonight, it floated around her head and shoulders and 
looked like a living aura. 

She was barefoot now, making each step a sensuous experience by twisting her 
feet slightly in the thick carpet of humus that covered the clearing. 

David thought it strange how a little thing like that-bare feet versus the 
heels on shoes changed the entire appearance of her sensual body. She was 
graceful in heels; in her bare feet, she had a primitive kind of suppleness 
that let every piece of her flesh move with its own inviting rhythm. 

She seemed up-tight about something tonight, he thought. She acted restless 
and on edge. A dozen times she inhaled as if to say something, held her 
breath in hesitation, then shook her head and sighed. Instead of settling 
down and staring into the low flames the way she usually did when they had a 
campfire, she kept wandering around. It wasn't as if she had anything to do; 
she just went from one part of the camp to another, never picking anything 
up or putting anything down, but simply stalking around. She kept glancing 
sideways at him, obviously thinking he didn't notice. 

At last, she disappeared into the tent. 

David watched her shadow on the wall. She was undressing and rummaging 
through her duffel bag. They'd brought a lot more gear than he would have 
liked, he reflected, trying to quiet the sudden fire that raged through him. 
The wall tent could have been replaced by a pup tent two, if his mother's 
modesty had demanded. They could have done without the air mattresses and 
about four-fifths of the clothes they were carrying. Still, the trip itself 
made up for any extras his mother insisted on. 

He watched her slender figure silhouetted on the thin canvas. She stepped 
out of her skirt first to reveal the graceful taper of her legs. She 
straightened while she unbuttoned her blouse, then thrust her arms backward 
while she pulled it off. Her tits jutted like the guns on a battleship, 
encased as they were in that pointed bra. She worked her panties over her 
hips and down her thighs, then stepped out of them, one foot at a time. She 
fumbled at her bra, standing in perfect profile so that her pussy hair even 
cast its shadow for David. 

He decided she was pushing the straps off her shoulders and pulling her arms 
through them. He was certain of it when she thrust the bra downward away 
from her tits to her waist and pulled the clasp around to the front. 

Now, that was the way he liked her silhouette best, he thought with 
satisfaction. He liked it when her boobs hung naturally, swaying gently and 
full and round like that. He grabbed his cock in panic when his mother 
dropped her bra and stretched. She arched backward, arms extended above her 
head, belly curved and tits upward, while her head hung backward between her 
shoulders. God, how he would like to shove his cock up into her cunt while 
she was standing like that! He squirmed to repress the sour buzzing at the 
base of his pecker; the last thing he needed right now was cum-soaked 
Levi's! 

The silhouette held up some kind of garment, pushing arms into it and 
wrapping it around the delicious curves. David whistled softly with relief. 
Another minute of that show would have blown his mind! He wondered briefly 
how his mother would react if he asked her to let him fuck her. He dismissed 
the thought almost before it had formed; that was sheer fantasy. He'd 
probably choke on the words, and such an impossible advance would cost! He 
would never see that warm, intimate light in her eyes again! 

Still, there were other things he might ask for-the kind of things that 
could be considered reasonable, even if they did lead to instant denial. 

His mother emerged from the tent. She wore one of his plaid shirts. On her, 
it was like a robe. The lowest button was below her crotch, and the tails 
hung almost to her knees. To David's surprise, the effect was insanely sexy. 
It left him struggling for breath, and he had to stick his fists behind him 
to conceal their trembling. There was no way to hide his rigid cockshaft. 

He grunted audibly. 

His mother laughed wickedly, as if aware of the molten streams that seeped 
through him. "Like it, David? Makes a good negligee!" 

"Yeah." he mumbled. "Y'know, we oughta be nudists out here, being's it's a 
hundred miles to the nearest neighbor." He gasped, dumbfounded at the 
treachery of his own tongue. The thought had bubbled into words without 
warning, tumbling out to ruin the careful, casual approach he had 
considered. 

His mother seemed to be studying him thoughtfully. For some reason, she 
failed to shake off the suggestion with the adroit refusal he had expected. 

"Think so?" she asked instead. 

"Sure!" His voice felt thick in his throat. "Wouldn't have to do half the 
laundry! And we'd be a lot more comfortable. Besides, we wouldn't have to be 
worrying all the time about having it private when we changed clothes." 

"Hmmm." She continued to hesitate. 

Jesus! She was really thinking it over, he reflected. Maybe-just maybe-she 
would go for it! David held his breath, afraid to betray his excitement by 
the ragged gasps that would come if he breathed. 

"Well...." His mother smiled, her color darkening even in the lantern light. 
"Well, why don't we try it? Tomorrow?" 

"Okay." David swallowed and cleared his throat. "Okay!" 

His mother seated herself somewhat away from the fire. She leaned against 
the trunk of a young tree, its lowest limbs only inches above her head. Her 
figure was illuminated only by the feeble firelight, the tree blocking the 
rays from the two lanterns. 

"About going around naked...." She paused. "Geez, Mom. I didn't mean to...." 
David stammered. 

"No, no!" Her voice sounded reassuring. "It's all right! But it made me 
think. Was that class in sex education any good, son? Did it answer the 
questions for you?" 

He snorted. "Big deal! With old lady Crum teaching it? Everybody knows she's 
an old maid. Hates men like poison!" 

"Wasn't worth much, then." 

"Not worth a damn, Mom." He felt embarrassed and miserable. "Nothing. Mom, 
how does a guy learn anything at all? I mean, there must be...." He stumbled 
into silence. 

"Must be," his mother murmured. "Have you any idea how girls are put 
together?" 

"Put together? Well, sure, Mom! But not...." 

"Not how they're built when it comes to sex. Right?" 

"Well ... uh ... well, yeah! I mean, no! Not that way." 

"Come here and let's talk about it, David." 

He approached her reluctantly. It was torture to have to admit his ignorance 
to her. It was even worse digging into the subject of sex; how was he 
supposed to know what he could ask and what words were acceptable? He 
dropped beside her feet. 

"It's pretty simple, really," she said. Her voice sounded husky, as if it 
were sticking in her throat. 

He wondered if it were as tough for her as for him. 

"Pretty simple." She repeated herself. "A man has a cock-a penis, they'd say 
in class, I suppose. And a woman has a vagina-cunt, people say mostly." 

"Uh-huh." He felt as if he would strangle. 

"That's the basic equipment. The cock goes in the cunt. Everything else is 
there to make it feel good enough so people want to fuck." 

David felt as if his head were swimming. The words were rough, coming from 
her. Sure, a guy liked to use the simplest word he could, and those terms 
tumbled from his mouth readily under other circumstances. But his own mother 
... oddly, though, there was no bite. The tone of voice was the same as it 
was for all the rest she said. He realized abruptly that that made it 
right-honest and down-to-earth, rather than formal. 

"Why don't you bring the lanterns over here, son?" 

"Uh ... okay, Mom." David surged to his feet, got tangled in the low 
branches, and struggled free. 

His mother laughed nervously. 

He brought the lanterns, hanging them near the outer ends of two of the 
limbs. It would have been more comfortable to continue their talk in 
semi-darkness, he thought. But a guy couldn't really argue. 

His mother had changed positions. She lay with her head close to the tree 
trunk, as if settled in for a long discussion. David lowered himself, 
sitting near her hips. He forced himself to gaze into her eyes, as she was 
gazing into his. 

Her lips moved silently; she was obviously finding it tough to find the next 
words. 

* * * 

It was going to be more difficult than she had anticipated, Mary reflected-a 
whole lot more difficult. This night had stood out in her plan as the 
roughest, but she had been unable to imagine just how bad. Still, she could 
conceive of no other way to strip away the layers of half-truth that would 
otherwise bog down the explanations that lay ahead. 

Tough or not, she could only get through it if she started. 

"I ... !" She swallowed and touched the tip of her tongue to her lips. 
"There's only one way to find out how they're put together. I ... I'm going 
to show you. Like in a class, David. Understand?" 

"Uh ... uh-huh." He gulped. 

She had chosen the location with all the bases covered, she thought, trying 
to distract herself. She raised her left leg and moved her foot outward 
until she could brace it against a dip in one of the lowest branches of the 
tree. Gritting her teeth, she repeated the procedure with her right leg, 
shoving the foot against another branch well to the right. It was like using 
the stirrups on a doctor's examining table, she tried to tell herself. 

She heard David's gasp, sharp and shaky. With fingers that felt icy, she 
pulled the shirttails clear of her pussy. 

"Now. You've got good light, David. I want you to look closely. You'll have 
to use your hands to get folds out of the way. Just try to pretend I'm a 
medical dummy or something. Find out how things fit together around my 
cunt." 

David breathed deeply, hoping against hope that he could fight off the 
impulse to cum. He moved cautiously to where his mother's legs had been, 
bending for a better view of the exposed pussy. The hair was the same 
coppery red as that which flowed around her head. It seemed thick and long, 
but it hid nothing. Twin lips of pink flesh bordered the tightly-closed 
gash, and at the back her equally pink asshole was a puckered punctuation 
mark. 

He touched the compressed cuntal lips. They felt hot and puffy, the hair 
that covered them giving their surfaces a silky texture. At his first touch, 
the muscles along the inner sides of his mother's thighs leaped and her feet 
slipped from the branches. 

Mary gasped and struggled to get her feet settled against their resting 
places again. "I ... I'm sorry!" she whispered hoarsely. 

David recovered from the shock her sudden movement had produced. He fingered 
the warm cunt lips again. Again, his mother's body stiffened spasmodically 
and her feet slipped from their rests. 

"Damn it!" she exclaimed miserably. "I'm sorry, honey!" 

The agitation in her voice seemed to calm David and give him self-assurance. 
He chuckled and fished a bit of clothes-line rope from his pocket-a piece of 
indispensable gear around camp. With deft movements, he secured his mother's 
left ankle to a stub of branch beside the footrest she had chosen. 

"Of course!" she exclaimed, while he was repeating the process with her 
right ankle. "Of course! Why didn't I think of that?" Her voice lowered to a 
confidential tone. "I'm ashamed of myself for being so ... so sensitive. I 
just can't help it." 

"You okay now?" 

"Just fine. Now, go ahead and do your studying." 

David felt her cunt lips, then parted them to examine the shiny trough 
between them and the smooth-rimmed, finger-sized hole that was her cunt. His 
mother jerked at every movement of his fingers, her butt swinging from side 
to side on the carpet of pine needles, but the lashings at her ankles 
provided the desired widespread posture of her legs. 

David touched the tiny hole with one fingertip. "It ... Mom, it's so little! 
It could never...." 

"It could." Her voice sounded forced. "It's pretty elastic. And excitement 
makes it open up some." She panted between phrases. "That's important, if 
sex is going to be good." 

"The excitement?" 

"Yes! A woman's got lots of sensitive spots, but her boobs and her clit are 
most often the hottest." 

"Uh ... clit?" 

"Right at the forward end of my gash. Just ... YEEE!" 

David jerked away. "Mom, did I hurt you?" 

"God, no!" She clutched at the inner sides of her thighs, her fingers 
digging at the taut tendons. "It's ... just ... sensitive!" 

Fascinated, David used one hand to hold the puffy cunt lips apart while 
reaching with the other to explore the curious little lump. 

"AIEEEH!" His mother's ass bounced into the air. She caught his wrist and 
forced his hand away. "Oh, God!" she mumbled. "Oh my God, it's sensitive!" 
Then, whimpering, "But I don't want to interfere, David! I don't want to!" 

"Uh...." He hesitated. "Wait! Wait just a second!" He left her. 

CHAPTER TWO 

Mary sobbed quietly to herself as she watched her son's brawny back 
receding. She was acutely conscious of her position. Her footrests were on a 
line with her hips, her legs spread at a broad, flat angle. Only by 
stretching the imagination could her thighs be described as forming a vee; 
they came a lot closer to the curve of a hammock, she reflected. The 
frightening thing was that the years of denial had built an incredible 
hominess in her. She felt as if she were supercharged, and sexual hunger now 
flooded her with irresistible impulses. She could feel her cunt oozing with 
lustful heat. 

David returned, grinning when Mary covered her twat with her hands. He knelt 
next to the trunk of the tree. 

Mary realized he had gone for another length of rope, and she offered no 
resistance when he repositioned her arms so that her hands met behind the 
tree trunk. In a moment, her wrists were crossed and securely lashed 
together. She moaned softly, thankful that she could trust her son to obey 
her commands even when she was as helpless as she now was. 

He was a prize, she thought happily-full of initiative but still in awe of 
his mother's authority. 

She was momentarily puzzled when he moved to her side instead of returning 
to his exploration of her pussy. He was unfastening the third button of the 
shirt she wore before she could believe what was happening. 

"No," she whispered, "No, David. 

As if he had not heard, he continued to unbutton the shirt. When he 
finished, he laid it back to uncover her torso. 

"The boobs are sensitive too?" he asked. 

"Oh. Yes." 

David cupped his hand over one of her large tits. He rubbed gently, then 
squeezed. "Ooh, that feels good," he exclaimed. 

"Makes me feel good!" whispered Mary. She squirmed helplessly. 

She had no wish to stop him. Desire filled her, crowding out everything 
else. For the first time in her life, she could do absolutely nothing to 
control what happened to her. The realization acted as a booster to magnify 
each sensation and reinforce the sexual needs she had denied for years. 

"Kiss it, David! Oh, honey, kiss it!" 

He bent his lips to the other nipple. Warm and firm, his lips closed over 
the stiffening lump. He sucked, and Mary closed her eyes and rolled her head 
from side to side. Her son used both hands. One squeezed and stroked the 
boob he was sucking. It brought back vague memories of the baby he had once 
been, sucking greedily for the warm milk she had secreted for him. His other 
hand fondled the free breast, twisting the nipple and kneading the firm 
tissues behind it. Mary to tugged at her wrists, contented with the 
knowledge that no amount of struggling would er loosen the lashings that 
immobilized her. 

"David! Oh, David!" she whispered. "David? Take off your clothes. Okay?" 

"Sure, Mom." He backed away and stripped. e 

Mary gasped. Fiery fingers of apprehension laced over her body. David's 
balls hung massive c and heavy beneath a rigid, brutal cock. His hard-on 
pulsed with the fierceness of his excitement. Mary yearned to hold it-to 
clasp it between her hands and kiss the swollen head. 

She longed intensely to impale herself on the thick post-to feel the bulge 
of the head in the core of her hungry cunt. She caught her lip between her 
teeth to keep from crying out for his meat. 

David ran his hands over her quivering body. 

She felt thrills of excitement racing through her loins. She knew she could 
not have held her body still if she had tried, but she made no such effort. 
Gladly, she writhed under her son's clumsy caresses. Her ass rose and fell 
in a slow, pleading rhythm. She felt her cuntlips swell and heat, and hot 
fluid seeped from her cuntmouth. 

As if he were toying with her, David avoided the most sensitive spots. He 
placed his hands on the calf of one leg, holding it between them, and 
stroked deliberately past her knee and along the length of her thigh. The 
moment the edge of his hand touched her pussylips, he reversed the stroke 
and passed his hands to her ankle. 

Mary squirmed. Even that simple caress seemed to drive her excitement to a 
higher pitch. 

David continued the stroking, slowly and gently,-while Mary twisted and 
panted. She raised her head an inch to watch the way her boobs surged back 
and forth over her chest. She felt the brief intrusion of a grating thought 
that the lantern light was unmercifully bright, illuminating every ripple of 
her writhing muscles and highlighting what must be the awesome gaping of her 
cunt. The idea faded almost at once; no coherent notion could survive the 
chaos of her leaping fuck-hunger. 

David released his hold on her leg and positioned himself before her pussy. 
He clutched at her asscheeks while she raised them for him. His thumbs 
worked slowly onto her pussylips. If she could see, she thought, there would 
be steam rising from her throbbing cuntal flesh. She let her eyes roll back 
in her head and opened her mouth widely, succeeding at the last instant in 
suppressing a scream of delight. 

"Hm. What about that clit now?" asked David in a musing tone. 

"Oh, dear God, no!" Mary cried. "You'll drive me right out of my fucking 
mind!" 

His thumb rubbed slowly around her cunt rim. She moaned continuously, a low, 
undulating current of sound that reflected the pulsing of her inner heat. 
She was dimly aware of her hips as they surged in the rocking motions of 
fucking. When her son pressed with his thumb tip, she flung her cunt forward 
to engulf the miniature cock. For a moment-the barest moment-she experienced 
the delicious sensation of meat in her snatch. 

Her son bent closer, withdrawing his thumb without regard to her protest. 
She shuddered at the avid lust in his features. She knew excitement had made 
her cuntlips swell and part. They must be gaping hideously, and her 
cuntmouth must have opened wide enough to let David tumble into her 
headfirst. 

She was beyond caring. The awareness served only to amplify her insane 
fuck-lust. She alternately cried and laughed while her son ran his fingers 
along the inner slopes of her cuntlips, smearing them liberally with the 
juices of her pussy channel. She was so engrossed by the rush of teasing 
slickness that she realized his target only at the last instant. His casual 
strokes had worked further and further toward the forward end of her gash, 
until suddenly he was coating the hood of her clitoris with the slippery 
fluid. 

"Ah...! Ooooh...! AHHH!" She flung herself sideways without the slightest 
interference with her son's fantastically exciting activity. His fingertip 
drew circles around the base of the swelling that hid her clit. Her throat 
felt thick and cottony as she poured out a stream of guttural cries. Her 
arms sawed against the trunk of the tree and she pumped her knees 
frantically. She felt her ass bouncing violently into the air and her hips 
swinging erratically. Sensations seemed to explode throughout her body, 
brilliant as flashes of lightning and so intense they knotted the muscles. 

Her boy's face was a study in reaction. He stared at her with wide, glassy 
eyes. He seemed entranced by the violence of her thrashing and gazed at-her 
writhing cunt with the concentration of one who intended to bum the image 
forever into his memory. 

"Oh, God!" She cried out. "OMIGOD, SON!" 

"Jesus, Mom! Never seen you move like that!" 

"YAGHHH! EEEIYAGHHH!" She was beyond speech. 

David continued to massage her inflamed clit with the fingers of one hand. 
The thumb of the other slipped to the rim of her cuntmouth. "YESSS...! OH, 
GOD YES!" she shrieked. David thrust his thumb into her. It felt like a fat 
cock to her, and she plunged onto it with insatiable appetite. The pumping 
of her hips turned abrupt and violent. She fucked the buried thumb savagely, 
venting years of frustration on it while the unceasing stimulation of her 
clitoris drove her excitement to new and intolerable levels. 

She experienced a moment of clarity. "David! Christ, son, stop! I can't 
control myself!" 

"It's just a lesson, Mom. That's what you said." 

"To...." she gasped, "to see how a girl ... " 

"Well, yeah." He made no effort to reduce the pace of the massage he was 
giving her clitoris. "But you said the excitement was the most important 
thing about sex. I gotta find out how it works, Mom." 

She felt the lucid interval fading. Her body leaped in a convulsive spasm 
and she yelled. "YAIIIGH! ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT, SON! JESUS, I'M GOING TO CUM 
FOR SURE!" 

The admission seemed to arouse her son to renewed efforts. His fingerfucking 
intensified. He thrust his thumb deeper, until she felt her cunt rim 
grinding against his hand. Her lungs felt as if they were full of fire, and 
she struggled frantically for air. She wallowed to the limits of her 
restraints while jerking mindlessly at the ropes. 

The sounds of her screams seemed to mix chaotically with the pounding, 
rushing noises inside her head. Her vision blurred and dimmed, but her son's 
face remained clear and bright to her, as if illuminated by a spotlight. She 
watched his tongue dart over his full lips while the excitement within her 
approached its peak. 

"All ... OH ... NOW, NOW, NOWWW...!" A phantom fist closed on the organs in 
her belly. Her cunt rim clamped viciously on her son's thumb. Waves of 
powerful contractions swept inward from the throbbing ring and her body 
jerked with fierce spasms to the involuntary rhythm. 

* * * 

The abrupt change in his mother's behavior stunned David. He knew she was 
cumming, and his own private experiences enabled him to feel a certain 
degree of empathy. But in his wildest fantasies, he had never imagined such 
a complete involvement of the entire body in the climax. He waited for a 
gush of cum from his mother's cunt; it ought to squirt out past his 
deep-plunged thumb. He was bewildered when no such eruption occurred. In his 
astonishment at her violence, he stopped rubbing her clitoris, but he 
continued stroking with his thumb in response to the biting contractions of 
the firm ring of her cuntmouth. 

His own orgasm had always ended suddenly. One moment he would be grinding in 
the grip of fantastic pleasure and the next his body would go limp. His 
mother's climax did not end that way. Instead, it seemed simply to taper 
off-so gradually he could not have said when she was still cumming and when 
she had finished. But when she finally did go limp, he recognized the 
symptoms. 

It was all over, he thought glumly. His balls ached as if they would 
explode, and his cock was so stiffly filled with blood that its size shocked 
him. His guts were knotted and the naked body before him maddened him with 
lust. But his mother had cum, and just as his horniness normally faded 
afterward, so would hers. He would be lucky if she didn't suddenly come to 
her senses with threats to de-ball him. 

Reluctantly, he began to extract his thumb from the hot, greasy cunt. His 
other hand moved inadvertently, pressing against his mother's clitoris. She 
gasped heavily and her hips jerked. Without quite knowing why, he shoved his 
thumb in and out of its cuntal nest a few times. Amazed, he saw his mother's 
body resume its writhing and heard the undulating moan start again. Somehow, 
through some kind of energy he had not heard about, women must be able to 
keep going! Certainly, his mother showed no sign of revulsion at the renewed 
banging. 

"Dear God!" she exclaimed. "Oh, please, darling! Jesus, David, you're 
driving me right back up there!" 

His amazement was compounded. From the tone of her voice, his mother was as 
startled as he at the response of her body. Startled or not, the only thing 
that mattered was that she was not yet ready to drive him away, that she 
wanted her cunt frigged some more. 

A surge of dizziness rocked him. He had a toy! His mother had somehow been 
switched on-converted from a responsible, maternal adult to a helpless, 
automated doll who was incapable of denying the cumming he could generate. 
He resolved abruptly not to waste his opportunity. When his mother's 
repeated orgasms did die, she might never again let herself be trapped in 
such a situation. If this were to be his only chance at her, he meant to 
make the very most of it, spinning out the length of her climaxes. 

He withdrew his hand from her cunt and began to rub her pussy with the flat 
of his hand. Her hips surged rhythmically. She whispered nonsense syllable 
and gazed into the foliage with wide, unblinking eyes. David rubbed without 
interruption until every visible muscle in his mother's body was jerking. 
When it was quite obvious that she was approaching another climax, he backed 
away from her. 

"Please! David, please don't stop! NO, NO, NO!" 

"Just for a second," he promised. 

It took hardly more than that to fetch the two canoe cushions. He lifted his 
mother's ass into the air and slid the cushions under it. Not only did the 
elevation widen the already gaping angle between her thighs, but it tilted 
her cunt upward toward him. 

"Omigod!" his mother sighed with delight. "I feel so wicked, David! So 
deliciously wicked!" David stepped over her outstretched thighs to kneel 
astride her belly. His balls rested in the depression over her solar plexus 
while his rampant cock tilted upward above the valley of her huge boobs. His 
mother raised her head with an effort, and he saw her wet her lips with the 
tip of her tongue when she gazed at his cockhead. 

"David, David!" she crooned. "It's magnificent! Oh, he's so beautiful!" 

The warmth of her belly against the insides of his thighs and under his 
heavy balls sent fiery thrills through him. David pumped his hips slowly and 
basked in the delightful sensations the motion produced. 

To his horror, he felt the buzzing contractions begin at the base of his 
cock and knew he was going to cum. He gulped in despair, bending forward 
convulsively and grabbing at the plump knockers. His involuntary groping 
thrust them together and upward until they touched the underside of his 
burning cock. On impulse, he forced his cock downward and trapped it between 
the hot mounds of flesh. 

"Oh, yes, honey!" his mother exclaimed with a note of ecstasy. "Yes, yes! 
Fuck my boobs!" He pumped fiercely, his cock driving piston-like between the 
full tits. The oncoming orgasm struck like a hammer blow. He cried out 
furiously at the flash of heat that exploded behind his cock. Thick, 
steaming jets of cum spurted from his cock-head and splattered against the 
underside of his mother's chin. 

"Ah! Ahhh!" she sighed throatily. 

The first violent eruption over, the jism kept welling forth. He was 
hypnotized by the viscid white strands that oozed downward along the lines 
of his mother's jaw and he was aghast at the quantity that spilled onto her 
upper chest. His mother began to tremble fiercely and her breath jerked in 
and out until her chest heaved. 

At last, the savage contractions of his orgasm ceased. His body sagged, 
spent. He continued to cradle his cock between the pulsing boobs, his sticky 
cum flooding his mother's torso. 

His mother whispered to him. "I didn't get to cum that time. Make me cum, 
darling." 

"Okay, Mom." 

It was difficult to concentrate. The fire seemed to have gone. But in days 
to come, he would be able to remember his mother's responses to his efforts, 
even though those responses would do nothing for him right now. 

He dismounted from her tits and began once more to play with her cunt. 
However his own excitement had subsided as the result of his orgasm, his 
mother was clearly still hot. She began immediately to twist and moan, and 
her hips moved even more lewdly and vigorously than they had before. If 
there was any difference between her actions now and the ones that had 
preceded her first orgasm, it involved greater sensitivity the second time. 

David caressed her clitoris with a new level of finesse. Instead of rubbing 
continuously, he stroked gently and intermittently. The effect was obvious. 
His mother cried out in shrill yelps of pleasure each time he renewed 
contact. 

His other hand played with her cuntmouth. He dipped his fingers into the 
gaping maw and scooped out gobs of the slippery fluid, which he smeared over 
all of the surrounding flesh. The puckered ass-hole caught his attention by 
its rhythmic winking, and he deposited more of the juice on it until it 
almost seemed to snap at his fingertip. 

Impulsively, he thrust his finger through the clutching sphincter. His 
mother's legs stiffened and a great tremor raced over her, straining to 
swallow her son's finger. 

"David! Omigod, David, what are you doing? What, David?" 

Her question astonished him. In her excitement, it seemed, she was unable to 
identify individual stimuli. She knew something different was happening but 
had no idea what it was. 

After twisting his finger back and forth in her ass for a time, he withdrew 
it. He smeared more fluid thickly over her and drove three fingers into her 
cunt. 

She yelled and bucked. . "FUCK ME, DAVID!" Then, her words tumbling 
together, "NO! I DIDN'T MEAN THAT! FUCK ME WITH YOUR HAND!" 

He worked his little finger into her cunt beside the other three, then 
plunged his thumb into her ass. She shrieked wildly. 

"JESUS, DAVID! EEEYAGHHH! GOOD ... GOOOOD!" 

Her legs stiffened until only her head and shoulders touched the ground. She 
hung in the air, grinding her cunt on his and throbbing with a new orgasm. 

David's exhaustion had long since vanished. His cock was once more rock-hard 
with excitement. He grabbed it in his free fist and pounded it, his breath 
ragged and hoarse. 

His mother babbled ceaselessly. She was knotted with the cuntal spasms of 
her orgasm and flopped from one shoulder to the other without pause, 
thrashing and moaning. 

David scrambled to his feet, careful not to dislodge the hand he had stuffed 
into her snatch. He swung one leg across one of hers so he straddled her 
thigh. The taut muscles of her leg fitted into the groove of his ass and he 
pressed his cock-head into the downy hair over her pussy. Beating his cock 
wildly, he came into the hair, fierce joy flooding him as the thick white 
puddle spread downward toward her cunt. 

He wanted desperately to fuck her. Cumming over her clit and letting his cum 
ooze onto her cunt was the next best thing. 

Once again his lust rose and spent itself. His mother's orgasm lasted longer 
than it had the first time, but at last her clenching tremors began to 
lessen and she lowered herself jerkily back onto the cushions. 

David surrendered to the grayness that swirled around him. He offered no 
resistance when his mother's ass expelled his thumb, nor when her cunt 
squeezed his fingers into the open. His sweat dripped onto her and mingled 
with the slowly caking jism. His hands wandered aimlessly over her limp 
body. 

She sighed. "That feels so good, honey. So good!" 

"You ... Mom, you could come again, couldn't you!" 

"Oh, no! David, what do you think I am?" Her tone sounded positive. 

David wondered. He passed his hand gently over her cunt and recognized the 
sudden tremor that seized her. 

"Oh, dear God!" she exclaimed softly. "Dear God, maybe I could!" 

A fiendish notion crossed David's mind. He was confident he had used the 
last of his energy. It would be entirely safe to poke his flaccid cock 
against his mother's cunt. If he rubbed his pubic arch on her clit, he could 
make her cum and have the fun of practically fucking her. At the moment, 
tied securely and still irrational with excitement, she would probably not 
even object. 

He clambered free of her leg and bellied against her upturned cunt. His limp 
dick lay in the hot wetness of her gash and he leaned forward until the 
underlying hardness of his pelvis bore on his mother's clitoris. 

"David!" His mother sounded horrified. "For Christ's sake, son! You're not 
going to fuck me! Stop that!" 

Instead of stopping, he began to rock back and forth. His mother continued 
to protest, and he thought he detected a note of anger in her voice, but he 
ignored her demands and intensified the fucking motions. Despite her 
agitated commands, his mother responded. Within seconds, her hips were 
leaping to his rhythm. She pumped so hard that David discovered the friction 
was better without his own movement. The feeling of her hot, wet flesh on 
his cockhead and her crotch grinding on his pelvis seemed like a raging fire 
in his loins. 

Maybe she's getting horny enough that she doesn't know what's going on, he 
thought. Maybe she wouldn't even know it if he forced his cockhead into the 
grip of her cuntmouth. He was furious at his failure to generate another 
hardon. 

Working his hand carefully between their wet flesh, he struggled to push the 
soft cockhead into the gaping cunt. Again and again, he felt that it was on 
the verge of going, only to realize that another of her movements had 
spoiled the effort. 

"I'M GOING TO CUM! EEEEE, EEEEE! I'M CUMMING!" she screamed savagely. 

Her pumping ceased and she ground her cunt on his limp cock. With a last 
desperate try, he fingered his cockhead into the wet heat of her cuntmouth. 
The rim closed behind the neck of the soft bulb and squeezed. David 
swallowed convulsively, elated at his success and terrified his mother would 
discover what he had done. 

In the final contractions of her orgasm, she squirted his dick out. Shaking 
with relief, David backed away. 

His mother sounded drowsy when she spoke. "Know what?" she asked. 

"No." 

"Wish you'd saved one cum." 

"Huh?" 

"Wish you'd really fucked me." 

David tensed. He eyed his mother narrowly. 

Both voice and appearance convinced him she was unaware of what she was 
saying. She was already asleep, and the comment had been the stuff dreams 
were made of. 

He studied the naked form for a long time before releasing her. So long as 
she was asleep, time mattered little. Finally, however, he began to worry 
about circulation in her hands and feet. He bent to kiss the relaxed cunt, 
then started untying her. 

She slept soundly while he carried her to the tent. He laid her on her back 
on the sleeping bag and he heated water, with which he sponged her body 
tenderly. Drying her, he got her into the sleeping bag before washing 
himself and putting out the lanterns and the fire. He fell asleep before he 
could even zip himself into his bag. 

CHAPTER THREE 

Mary awoke when the faintest band of gray first displaced the blackness of 
the sky to the east. She crept noiselessly from the tent, shivering in her 
nakedness, and went out to piss some distance from the clearing. After the 
first chill upon leaving her sleeping bag, she decided the temperature was 
actually quite mild, but she was grateful for being able to slip back into 
the bag's warmth. 

She expected to drift back into sleep; instead, she found herself 
half-awake, replaying the previous night's incredible events in her mind. 
She had made several mistakes, she decided. The concept of lessons in sex 
had been honest, even if rash. Letting her son examine her would be 
considered more than liberal, even by her most progressive friends. The 
first real mistake, though, had been one of misjudging her own self-control. 
She had been an idiot to think she could show her son the effects of female 
excitement centers without running the risk of going overboard. 

The second mistake, of course, had been utterly unbelievable. Who would ever 
believe she had honestly welcomed the ropes as mere conveniences? Even now 
she could hardly believe that she had really considered them as nothing more 
than helpful props for enabling her son to learn without interruption. The 
fact was, of course, that they had served precisely that function. The 
problem was that his education had progressed far beyond the point she had 
intended-almost to the point of Mary copping her son's cherry. 

The third mistake had been another misjudgment of her own capacity. It had 
somehow never occurred to her that she would be so terribly horny. In her 
planning, she had worried about being able to overcome the effect of being 
fondled by her own son. She had realized entirely too late that her response 
was just the opposite. Nor had she foreseen that she would be unable to 
control the progress of her excitement. Almost from the first touch, she had 
been doomed. No power in her command could have reversed the upward-rushing 
hunger, the lustful seeking for climax. 

At the last, she reflected, she had escaped being fucked by her son only 
because he had exhausted himself. She sighed. She ought to be paralyzed by 
regrets this morning. She ought to hate herself. She probably ought to hate 
David. She did not. Instead, she felt a glow of pleasure in her lewd 
memories. 

The sober truth was that the distinction between what had happened and 
honest-to-God fucking was so small it hardly existed. They had shared almost 
total intimacy. They had shared orgasms, and no part of her body had been 
denied to her son. She discovered without shock that she now wished David 
had actually fucked her. Everything in her cried out with disappointment 
that he had not. 

She glanced across the three feet that separated her from her sleeping son. 
The morning had brightened sufficiently for her to make out his peaceful 
expression, and as she gazed at him she understood something else about 
herself. 

She could creep from her sleeping bag into his. She could awaken him with 
gentle caresses and have his cock in her snatch before he was even fully 
alert. Or, this being the first of their nudist days, she could surely 
invite a fucking at any moment and receive it. But she could not bring 
herself to that. Not now. She could feel no real compunction against it; 
there was simply a vestige of unwanted taboo clinging to her. 

If David should try to persuade her, the story would be entirely different. 
In that event, she would give in. Not that she would be able to cooperate 
actively, even then. But she would suffer no harsh mental trauma. 

Some might call it a kind of conscience. She defined it as a weird inability 
to defy conventions she had already refused to believe in. It was a quirk in 
her personality she had to face. 

Her musings had awakened her lust again. She knew suddenly that more than 
anything else, she wanted her son to fuck her before the trip was over. 

Totally aroused now, she shrugged out of the sleeping bag and angrily left 
the tent. For a few minutes, she prowled the camp, aware that she was 
looking for an answer that had not yet jelled. She noticed the scraps of 
rope where David had left them the night before and an idea began to 
crystallize. 

David might never tie her up again, and only if she were in that kind of 
helpless position could she escape every trace of guilt for letting him fuck 
her. If she could somehow tie herself in the right position, David would 
surely interpret the situation correctly. 

She gathered several lengths of the soft rope and left the camp. She spent 
several minutes searching for the right kind of support before the 
overturned canoe caught her attention. 

"Of course!" she exclaimed aloud. "Perfect!" 

She passed one piece of rope under the canoe and, sitting astraddle the 
rounded bottom, tied one end of the rope to each of her ankles. She was 
careful to take up all the slack before making the last knot. She tied the 
ends of a slightly longer piece to her wrists, then lay back and swung both 
arms until the rope settled over the curved prow of the canoe. She had 
stretched herself severely to make it reach; when it had settled, her arms 
were stretched taut along the sides of the craft, extended beyond her head 
and downward toward the sand. 

It would be easy to work herself free, she told herself, but she needed 
symbolic effect rather than actual helplessness. 

David would awaken soon. He might believe she had made a quick trip into the 
woods, but he was un-likely to wait long before setting out to find her. 
After all, she had agreed to going without clothes, and his reaction had 
indicated that nothing else would take priority over that. 

She thought she heard him coming from the clearing. By straining, she could 
twist her neck far enough to give herself a view of the spot where he ought 
to emerge. It was David, she decided. She sagged back, trembling. It was, 
she noted through the haze of her lust, precisely dawn. The first bead of 
the sun's leading edge appeared over the distant shore like a vaulting 
streamer of iridescent brilliance. In the flicker of time it took to avert 
her eyes, golden rays bathed her outstretched form to turn her pale flesh a 
radiant gold itself. 

"Mom! MOM!" Dave's voice rang with outrage. "Mom, how the...? Who...?" 

"It's all right, David! All right, I tell you!" 

"But who...?" 

"Me." 

"Huh?" He reached her side, alarm yielding to confusion in his features. 
"You? But how...? Mom, why would...?" 

"I just didn't think we quite finished the lesson last night," she told him 
quietly. 

His expression was a study in amazement. His eyes widened, brightened 
slowly, then swept a glad stare the length of her form. "Good God!" he 
whispered. 

He bent to kiss her throat. His hand rested lightly on her belly, and she 
felt briefly that it would leave its imprint there-a brand. Fire darted 
through her and the excitement the waiting had built up reappeared in a 
great rush. "Jesus!" she murmured. "Merciful Christ! I'm burning up!" 

David passed his hand over her tits, across her belly and onto the hair of 
her snatch. "Me too!" he exulted. His gaze devoured her. 

She writhed at the bold certainty in his eyes and the authoritative 
assurance in his touch. His fingers played over the flesh as if he found it 
impossible to focus on any one attraction. She wrenched from side to side in 
her passion. 

"Get on!" She panted. "Goddamn it, David, get on!" 

Her awareness of her son had narrowed to the massive dick that swayed before 
her. Nothing else mattered but the plunge of that glorious pillar of 
throbbing flesh into the wetness of her cunt. "Fuck me, son! FUCK ME!" 

He straddled her awkwardly. She felt chagrinned at having failed to foresee 
how difficult the position would be. Her son's thighs bore against the 
outside of hers. He crouched and maneuvered while she strained to watch. One 
youthful fist forced the rigid cock downward until the heavy bulb at it's 
head lodged against her cuntmouth. 

"Oh...! OHHH!" She tilted her head back, delirious with hunger. "Drive it 
in, honey! Fuck it home!" 

He worked the fiery cockhead into her yielding cuntmouth slowly and 
carefully. Pausing, he edged his feet forward, then tensed his thighs. 

"HARD!" she yelled. "BLAST ME!" 

His hips slammed forward. The shaft of his cock plunged inward. She felt the 
passage of his cockhead as it powered its way along the barrel of her cunt, 
jostling her organs aside and ramming to the center of her belly. 

"EEEYAGHHH! ... YAGH-YAGHYAGHHH! ... BABY! My David! Oh, BABEEEEE...!" In! 
All the way in! God in heaven, the boy had that gorgeous cock buried to the 
balls! Another inch, she thought, and it would be choking her to death! "Oh, 
Davie! Fuck! FUCK ME, BABY!" 

He fucked. Her hips leaped to meet his thrusts. The thumping of her heart 
sounded in her ears. 

But David gripped her waist with both hands and tugged his cock free. 

"No, no, David! NOOO! Why, David? Why!" 

"Hell of a long swim back to civilization." He panted, voice hoarse with 
strain. "Canoe just won't take it." 

"Don't untie me, son!" She heard the edge of panic in her voice. "Please!" 

"Okay, Mom." Somehow, he seemed to understand the compulsion that drove her. 

He loosened one of her ankles and tugged the rope free of the canoe. Without 
untying her wrists, he worked the other rope over the prow of the canoe and 
gathered the slack to imprison her hands. She turned lustily against him 
when he scooped her into his arms. 

He laid her on the sand, pressed her hands between her thighs and rolled her 
onto her right side. Grasping her left knee, he forced it upward until it 
touched her boobs. He used the ankle rope to lash her left wrist to that 
ankle, then rolled her quickly onto her left side. With no wasted motion, he 
tied her right wrist to her right ankle, using the rope that had held her 
hands together. 

Straightening, he puffed and studied her huddled form. "Feel okay, Mom?" he 
asked solicitously. 

"Yes. Fine." She felt doubtful about the effectiveness of her son's 
invention. No doubt he could fuck her without difficulty, but it would be a 
strange kind of experience, curled up as she was. 

He turned her onto her back. Her knees fell away from each other under their 
own weight. 

She gasped. "Oh, David!" she whispered. 

He knelt at her ass. She cringed when he seized her knees and forced them 
toward her chest; the maneuver lifted her butt into the air and tilted her 
cunt up at him. He raised her feet to keep her in position, then used one 
hand to lodge his cockhead at her cuntmouth again. 

"Omigod!" She groaned with delight, shivering with anticipation. 

David plunged his cock into her guts with a single, smooth thrust. She 
shrieked with pleasure and swung her legs apart. She found she could use the 
leverage of her bonds to produce a vigorous pumping action with her hips. 
But the help was unnecessary; her son's hips flashed back and forth with all 
the enthusiasm of youth, and his bony pelvis battered her ass while his cock 
pistoned furiously in her belly. 

The foreplay that had so aroused her the night before seemed to have been 
forgotten. In her son's eyes, she could see only the raging lust for deep 
fucking. At the moment, she felt no regret. She, too, wanted nothing smooth 
or sophisticated-simply the savage joy of fucking, his cock plunging in her 
guts. 

Already thoroughly aroused, she raced toward her orgasm as rapidly as David 
did toward his. 

"I'm going to come, Hon! Oh, shit, David! I'm coming! I'm cominnng!" 

"Eeyaghhh...! Me, too, Mom! UH! ... UGH! ... UGHHH!" 

He stopped pumping. His entire weight seemed to bear on her cuntmouth. His 
cock throbbed and pulsed while his cum shot from his cock. Mary ground her 
cuntmouth on the root of his cock and her ass against his heavy balls. Her 
contractions convulsed her body while she groaned lustily. A fierce tremor 
seized her, making her rock her head violently and shaking her voice as she 
screamed his name. 

When the spasms finally died away, she gulped greedily for air. She felt her 
son's prick shriveling within her and noted vaguely that his sweat was 
splashing on her tits. 

"Oh, darling, darling! Thank you! That was so good!" 

"Oh, wow, Mom! You ain't mad or nothin'?" 

"I wanted you," she replied softly. "I knew it last night, how much I wanted 
you to fuck me, son." 

When he finally withdrew the flaccid prick, she sensed a difference in him. 
With that single action of fucking her, something of the boy she had raised 
had melted away and left assurance and purpose in its place. David might 
look no different, but he was another person. 

He did not release her. He scooped her into his arms and carried her lightly 
into camp. 

"You gonna get pregnant?" he asked as he laid her on a low stump. 

Mary gasped. "What?" 

"You gonna get pregnant?" 

"No. I've been taking the pill for years." 

"Huh! How come?" 

She laughed shakily. "Hope, I guess. Always pretended someone might come 
along and sweep me off my feet." Seeing his stricken expression she added a 
hasty postscript. "Nobody did. Maybe I put them off." 

"You?" He sounded incredulous. 

"Too particular." She tried to make it sound airy. 

He grunted and changed the subject. "You hungry?" 

"Hmm ... guess so, now that you mention it." 

He leered at her. "Think I'll cook breakfast. I'll keep you like this, for 
inspiration." 

"David!" She protested indignantly. But there was nothing she could do about 
it, and the set of his shoulders as he returned toward the center of the 
clearing showed clearly that he meant what he had said. 

"You rat!" she fumed. "You just wait!" 

She found it an impossible strain to keep her knees even close to each 
other. With both arms between her thighs and her wrists lashed inside her 
ankles, her legs were forced apart despite her efforts. Despairing of 
modesty, she let them sag outward, merely resting her heels against her 
ass-cheeks. 

The stump was surprisingly comfortable. Its top had weathered until it was 
as soft as a firm cushion, and the accumulation of many seasons' pine 
needles created a spongy bed. The width of the surface was barely enough to 
accommodate her, but with her ass at one edge and the back of her head at 
the opposite one, she felt adequately supported. 

A faint splashing sound reached her ears and she realized that he had left 
her while going for a quick dip in the lake. 

"David!" she said to her missing son. "You ungrateful prick! Leaving me all 
alone when I can't do a thing to get comfortable." 

Deciding to make the best of the situation, wearied by the rousing fuck her 
son had given her, Mary fell asleep. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

David emerged from the lake feeling clean, cool and rested. Wow! To imagine 
that his own mother had wanted him to fuck her-and that he'd actually done 
it! All the guys he went to school with talked about fucking but never 
anybody's mother. 

He toweled himself dry and went to the stump where he'd left her tied up. 
The thoughts and the memories of the night before after his bath in the 
clear lake had made his cock stiffen, and he came up behind the stump where 
his mother was sleeping. 

Her body was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, with that beautiful coppery 
hair on her cunt and the huge sensual tits. Could anybody blame him for 
standing and staring at that lovely body, or for his hand stealing briefly 
to his rigid prick? He shook his head and moved slowly forward. 

David turned his mother on her side and gazed fondly at the quiet form. 
Filled with unquenched fire after his soothing swim, David hovered over his 
mother. He caressed her gently, his hands wandering to the appealing 
curvature of her ass-cheeks repeatedly. 

She recovered consciousness without his noticing. He was startled to 
discover that she was watching him. 

She grinned and squirmed. "Careful, David, you've got me all worked up 
again." 

"Huh? Really?" 

Her expression clouded. "You ... you saw, didn't you?" 

"You were dreaming, Mom." 

"Oh David!" she wailed. "Do you hate me? I couldn't help myself!" 

"Hate you? Why?" 

"For letting you fuck me!" 

"'Course not! God! That was something!" 

"But you're disgusted with me," she whispered. 

"No! Goddamn it, no!" 

"You'll never stick your cock in there again." 

"The hell I won't!" he protested. 

She might mean what she was saying or she might simply be egging him on, he 
reflected. Either way, his balls ached so fiercely he could hardly wait to 
board her. He fingered her ass while she squirmed. Without ceremony, he 
rolled her onto her knees. The bonds held her in the shape of a triangle, 
her ass the peak and her shoulders touching the ground. 

David caressed her cunt then immediately began rubbing her clitoris. She 
jerked and struggled, but it was easy to keep her in position by forcing her 
knees widely apart. 

"David, David! You're going to fuck me dog-style!" 

"Why not!" he shuddered with pleasure at the thought. But the delicious 
roundness of her ass kept catching his glance. He fingered her asshole, 
lubricating it with the plentiful wetness of her cunt and poking his finger 
in and out. 

"Good God, David! EEEE!" She twisted futilely. "Now I know what you were 
doing last night! David, it feels wonderful!" 

Determination struck him with the force of a thunderbolt. He was going to 
fuck her in the ass! She might yell, but she would take it, and he was 
willing to bet she would wind up liking it. 

He crouched behind her and jammed his cock full length into her cunt. When 
he pulled it out, it dripped with thick, slippery fluids. He rested the 
slimy head against his mother's winking asshole. 

"David! My God, David! NO!" 

He pressed. Her ass-hole yielded slowly, stretching to accommodate the huge 
bulge of his cockhead. 

"NO! NO! PLEEEAASSEE!" His mother shrieked wildly. "YOU'LL KILL ME! DAVID, 
DON'TTTTT!" 

"Mom ... MOM! It's not going to hurt you! Not if you relax!" He wondered 
where he had heard that. 

He reached beneath his cock to massage his mother's clitoris. That, he 
thought, ought to do something toward taking her mind off her ass. It seemed 
to. She babbled and twisted at the new flood of excitement, and to David's 
delight, her rectum began to gulp at his cockhead. 

Suddenly, the head was inside and his shaft was sliding after it. He was 
startled by the harsh tightness and strength of her sphincter. Her cunt-rim 
squeezed, he remembered, but with a friendly, cushiony feeling. Her ass 
seemed to bite down, as if it would choke his dick, and his cock loved it. 

He rode his cock all the way in before beginning to fuck. His mother moaned 
with guttural tones, her earlier fear now replaced by unexpected pleasure. 

"Oh David! It's so different! Jesus, I'm going to come already!" Her butt 
surged against him as the contractions started, wringing the butt-fuck 
feeling into his meat. 

The long delay and the stimulus of the squeeze he felt combined to hasten 
his orgasm. He slammed against her ass and gritted his teeth while the cum 
erupted into her gut. The contractions of her cunt were duplicated by her 
ass, which bit his root as if it had teeth, making the cum spurt harder. 

Emptied, David relaxed the grim hold of Iris fingers on his mother's 
ass-cheeks and pulled his softening dick free. He eased her to her side on 
the soft ground and left her. 

After washing again, he finished cooking breakfast and untied his mother. 
She staggered toward the beach but returned again soon, dripping and 
radiant. David toweled her vigorously while she squirmed and giggled. 

They wolfed their breakfast and made short work of the dishes. Like animals 
of short acquaintance, they eyes each other warily. For David, it was a 
disquieting experience, and his mother's unusual awkwardness convinced him 
that she was even more nervous. He feasted his eyes on the luscious curves 
that made up her inviting body; he was keenly aware of her repeated glances 
at his cock which was slowly stiffening. 

He sighed contentedly. It was going to be the best day of his young life-all 
the mother he wanted to fuck. 

With the dishes out of the way, Mary forestalled David's intended approach 
by reminding him that they ought to air their gear. He choked back a sharp 
protest. Muttering under his breath, he went through the packs like a 
whirlwind. Within minutes, lines were strung and clothes and bedding were 
spread to the breeze. 

Still giving the impression she was hunting for ways to delay further 
adventures, David's mother emptied her makeup kit and began to rearrange it. 
David flopped on his back in one of the spots not already cluttered with 
gear and gazed into the treetops while inventing things he meant to do with 
his mother. 

She finally closed the kit and put it away then crossed to David and sat 
beside him, legs curled under her naked ass. Mary bent over her son and 
studied his face. His skin was clear for a boy his age, and his eyes 
sparkled with an innocence he would lose in coming years. Their green, as he 
returned her gaze, was a direct heritage from her. But the thick auburn hair 
had resulted from mixed contributions from his dark-haired father and 
herself. 

She kissed his cheek lightly. He laid his hand on her back and she planted 
playful kisses all over his face. With her fingers going through his hair, 
she lightly touched his lips with her mouth. 

His hand pressed against her back. 

"Oh, David!" she whispered. "You're so young in some ways and so grown-up in 
others!" Then, "You know how to kiss a girl, David?" 

"Uh ... well, I guess so. I dunno, Mom." 

She thrust her legs back, alongside his, and let her heavy boobs rest on her 
son's chest. Slowly, her breath coming in quick spurts, she pressed her lips 
against his. She kissed like a woman in love rather than a mother. Lips 
parted, full and wet, she rolled her mouth over his. Her son responded 
stiffly, obviously ignorant. His hands slipped over her back until he held 
her in his arms. Bit by bit, his mouth softened and began to work against 
hers. 

She ran the tip of her tongue over his lips, then forced it between them to 
touch his teeth. After a moment of startled paralysis, David sucked warily 
on her tongue. His teeth parted and his own tongue met hers. They sparred 
with their tongues, each thrusting past the other then parrying and 
blocking. Mary withdrew her own tongue cautiously. Her son drove his deeply 
into her mouth until its tip probed at the archway to her throat. She sucked 
greedily while their mouths ground together, sliding in a lusty swamp of 
spit. 

At last, dizzy and shaking, she raised her head. She panted while she stared 
into her son's eyes. 

"Wow! Man, I like that!" David's voice ran with enthusiasm. 

"You're good, son. You learn awful fast!" 

He grinned. "You're something special to learn on, Mom." 

"Know what?" she asked. 

"What?" We ought to take turns. Fair play and all that." 

"Huh? Whatcha mean?" 

"Well, look at all the time you had me tied up. Wouldn't it be fair if I had 
you tied up for a little while?" 

"Oh geez, Mom! You mean that!" 

"Sure! Why not?" 

"Well...." He looked dubious. "I dunno, Mom. I guess if you put it that 
way...." 

"Okay." She felt a fierce buzzing at the base of her belly, spreading upward 
from her cunt. "Come on. I saw just the place." 

She scrambled to her feet, snatched up several lengths of the rope David had 
used on her and ran. David bounded after her, mumbling to himself. 

"Hey! Bring a blanket, hon!" she called to him over her shoulder. 

With a sharp exclamation, her son dashed back to the clearing. In a moment, 
he had rejoined her. She led him to a smaller clearing they had gone through 
the evening before to watch the sunset. Precisely as she had remembered it, 
a young tree lay where it had fallen, gnawed by some hungry beaver sometime 
in the past. In falling, it had come to rest on the stubs of its thicker 
branches, and the original break had left nearly half of the fibers 
connected. The result was a narrow elevated rail as high as Mary's waist. 

"Here!" she exclaimed. "Right here where I can have you at the right 
height!" 

"Ugh! Mom!" 

At her insistence, David clambered onto the slender trunk and stretched out 
on it, his head toward the break and his feet in the branches. 

Mary crossed his wrists beneath the trunk and lashed them together. She 
lashed each of his ankles to one of the branch stubs, several inches below 
the trunk. David squirmed on the blanket, eyes closed and jaws set. 

"God, Mom! I feel so embarrassed!" 

"Mmmm! You look great, sweetie!" 

"Yuck!" 

Mary ran her hands over the lithe young body. She kissed him on the mouth 
again, digging with her tongue until he took the aggressive role and probed 
with his own tongue. She let her tits sway so that her nipples brushed her 
son's side, and when the friction jolted her with delicious tingles, she 
flattened her full breasts against him. 

With happy prankishness, she straightened enough to let her boobs rest on 
her son's body, as if he were a shelf. He raised his head to gawk hungrily. 
She fondled the warming tits with her own hands, observing the tension that 
grew in David. When his breathing sounded hoarse and labored to her, she 
rubbed his face with one jug. David licked at it and strained to catch the 
nipple in his mouth. 

Mary let him. She bent close while he sucked. Fingers of excitement raced 
down her spine and across her belly to concentrate on her twat. Her hair 
fell over her face like a fine veil, and she was conscious of the sensuous 
pout of her mouth, duplicating the swell of her cunt lips. 

She stroked David's belly. Her fingers plunged repeatedly into the tight 
kinks of his pubic hair and brushed again and again against his jerking 
prick, teasing the long shaft. 

Finally, beside herself with passion, she pulled her knockers away from him 
and caught his cock in her hand. She fingered the swollen cockhead, tracing 
tiny circles around its reddened slit. 

David twisted and puffed. "Geez! Oh shit, Mom! I'm gonna come all over you!" 

"Not yet," she promised him. "Not just yet, precious." 

She caressed his thighs while the angry hue of his cock had a chance to 
fade. Gently, she cradled his balls in her palm and bent to give them a 
series of tender kisses and soft licks. 

"Ah...! Aahhh...!" David sighed deeply. "I can't believe it's really 
happening, Mom! I just can't believe you're...!"' 

"It's real, sweetie." 

She caressed his balls with her tongue. Her son's thighs tightened; tendons 
leaped into prominence and he wrenched at the ropes that secured his ankles. 
She nibbled tentatively at the bulging roll of flesh that ran along the 
underside of her son's cock and pressed her lips to the oozing slit. 

"Ooooh...!" David groaned. "Oh God! My balls ache!" 

"Oh honey! I'm sorry! I didn't think I was hurting them!" 

"Naw! You didn't hurt them, Mom! They just get to aching when I get built up 
and can't do anything about it, that's all." 

"Oh, David! I didn't know!" 

She released his balls and straightened. The ache in her cunt was driving 
her mad. Cautiously, she climbed over the broken branches and straddled her 
son's thighs. She inched forward, hitching herself awkwardly with her feet 
swinging far off the ground and letting her son's body support her weight. 
She felt her twat slide over the bulge of her son's hard-on, and when the 
bulbous cockhead lay against her cunt, she squirmed to capture it. A single 
backward thrust centered his cockhead and lodged it in her cunt-mouth. With 
vigorous jerks of her hips, she drove herself onto the pulsing dick until 
her cunt-rim pressed on the base of the cock. 

She sat erect and straightened her legs, letting them stick out and down at 
an angle. With teeth clenched, she rocked herself back and forth. 

"Omigod, Mom!" David's voice trembled. "Mom, Mom!" 

She shuddered. Fiery pleasure washed over her. Swinging her legs backward 
and forward forced her hips into the reverse rhythm, and she fucked herself 
on the deep-buried cock. Savage waves of excitement swept through her. The 
rim of her cunt burned deliciously. Her ass-cheeks scrubbed the bulges at 
the tops of her son's thighs. 

The muscles of her belly began to leap spasmodically. With a low cry, she 
leaned forward and braced her hands against her son's chest. Her boobs 
dangled like fat inverted cones, swaying and jumping with her agitated 
movements. 

Her orgasm arrived with startling abruptness. 

One moment she felt herself hovering short of the peak; the next, her 
excitement vaulted and the chaotic churnings burst into deep rhythmic 
contractions, racking her cunt. 

She swung her legs up and straightened them behind her, concentrating her 
weight on the ridge of her pelvic bone. Her clitoris, trapped between her 
ridge and her son's, showered flames of sensation inward. Her cunt-mouth 
gulped fiercely at the rock-hard shaft of her son's cock. 

"YAGHH...! EEEYYIII...! DA ... VID-DAVID-D AVID! " 

"ME, TOO, MOM! MOMMMM! UUGGHH! Ugh! Unhh!" 

His cum spewed into her. It pooled in her womb and spread along his imbedded 
shaft. A tremendous spasm of trembling seized her, so that her tits danced 
in a blur of motion. Her hair lay across her son's chest and flailed with 
her tremors. 

Very gradually, her contractions diminished. Long after David's cock was a 
limp roll of cockmeat in the grip of her cunt-mouth, the last of her tension 
drained away and she collapsed upon him. Her legs slipped apart and fell 
astride David's hips, dangling loosely toward the ground. 

But her son's first movement, a restless stirring intended to ease his 
position, aroused a new spark of desire in her. She tightened her cunt-mouth 
deliberately and listened to David's startled gasp. 

"You do that on purpose?" he asked. 

"Sure!" She repeated the gesture. 

David grunted. "Hey!" 

Mary giggled and squirmed against the youthful body. "Ooooh, Davie! You're 
so good I could just eat you up! Brrr!" 

"Hey! Take it easy! We got plenty of food!" He laughed boisterously at his 
own joke. 

Mary shook her head. "Good Lord! You ought to be ashamed of yourself!" She 
wriggled off his cock and dismounted from him. "Ready to fuck again?" 

"Huh? Mom, c'mon! Give a guy a chance to catch his breath!" 

"Oh dear! Look at that poor peter, honey! All wilted and dejected! We've 
been neglecting him!" 

"Mommm!" 

She touched the sticky, flaccid dick. A sudden rush of yearning shook her. 
With the joints of her jaw tingling sourly, she bent her neck and gingerly 
touched her tongue to the wrinkled skin. The taste surprised her; it had a 
faint flavor of salt and a stronger hint of metallic flatness. Cringing 
inwardly, she took the soft cock-head into her mouth and scoured it gently 
with her tongue. Her son's belly hardened and his thighs twitched. 

"Mom! Oh God, Mom!" he whispered. Releasing his cockhead, shiny and free of 
its coating, she sucked at the sides of his shriveled shaft. Bit by bit, she 
stripped it of the thickening layers of goo until it gleamed brightly from 
her spit. 

Already, under her insistent mouthing, life appeared to be returning to the 
shrunken prick. David puffed sibilantly, joyous at his returning 
cock-strength. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

David rubbed his wrists together and flexed his arms to ward off cramps. 
Repeatedly, he raised his head to observe the incredible scene over his 
dick. Bound and helpless as he was, the bulk of his form provided a sharp 
contrast to the slender, finely curved body that was his mother's. 

He had wondered secretly if he would soon tire of seeing her naked body. He 
knew now that such boredom would take a long time, if it ever came. Her legs 
were long and graceful, tapering in smooth, delicious curves from hip to 
knee and swelling provocatively at the calves. Her hips were full and 
feminine without being fat. Her ass-cheeks were firm, molded melons. She had 
almost no swelling on her belly-just a hint of fullness between bellybutton 
and snatch for a guy to run his hand over or rub his nuts against. Her waist 
was slim and taut, and the arch of her back was softly sleek. 

Her boobs tantalized him, swaying beneath her bent form. Her hair glinted in 
a shaft of sunlight, half-veiling her activity, fine enough to enable him to 
see through it. 

Her features were strikingly beautiful. Even his classmates, who were 
usually crude and disparaging in their reactions to adults, had always been 
awed by his mother's loveliness. Each feature looked as if it might have 
been chiseled out by the hand of a master sculptor, and the wide-set, green 
eyes with their long, thick lashes could turn off a guy's angriest thoughts. 

Now, all that beauty hovered over his cock. Those full, exotic lips worked 
tenderly at it and her even, white teeth nibbled its skin. Her dimples 
broadened and deepened each time she sucked at his dick; the sight was as 
exciting as the physical sensation. 

She had licked and sucked the last of the moisture from his cock and was 
playfully tonguing his cockhead again. He felt a smarting sensation as more 
of the thin fluid of his horny lust oozed up the passage of his prick to his 
slit. His mother seemed to have seen the new droplet forming. She trapped it 
between her lips and sucked it away. 

Dave winced at the lingering soreness in his cock as it continued to swell 
and harden. The stirrings in his gut clearly indicated that another 
rocketing load was in its early stages. 

When the cock had regained the majesty of its complete stiffness, David's 
mother clutched it in both hands and worked her mouth over his cockhead. It 
gave him a thrill of boyish pride to see how wide she had to stretch her 
jaws to get the whole bulb inside, and he was fascinated when she cautiously 
forced her mouth further down his shaft. When she stopped, he could feel the 
pressure of the rear arch at the roof of her mouth on the forward bulge of 
his cockhead. Her tongue pressed hard against the spongy flare at the back 
of his cockhead. She began to suck-long, gentle periods of soft, flowing 
head that drew blood to the surface and heated his cock. 

She worked her head up and down. Her lips were drawn over her teeth so that 
they felt like a firm ring sliding up and down along the neck of his shaft. 
David's hips jerked rhythmically, fucking the lovely face. 

He would never have suggested that she perform such an act for him; his mind 
had been cluttered with the dark whisperings of cocksuckers from the guys at 
school. In this setting, however, with the expression of intense pleasure 
that lighted his mother's features, he felt nothing but joy and warmth. 

She shifted one hand from his cock to cradle his balls again. This time, 
surging excitement replaced the heavy ache he knew so well. 

"Mom, you're super!" he exclaimed reverently. "You make me feel like a king! 
Oooh, it feels so good!" 

He detected a faint smile on her pouted lips and she blinked her eyes. 

On the edge of his vision, David noticed that his mother was scrubbing her 
knees back and forth over each other. For a moment he was puzzled, but it 
came to him suddenly that she was making her cuntlips rub together. He 
wished desperately he could reach her with one hand, to fondle the steaming 
folds of her cunt, to finger deep in her hole. 

A familiar flash of heat arose in his gut and focused near the base of his 
cock. 

"Look out, Mom! I'm gonna come! ... MOM! LOOK OUT!" 

He struggled to hold back until she could get her mouth off his cock. 
Strangely, she seemed not to understand. She sucked harder and her tongue 
mauled his tingling cockhead. 

He groaned. "MOM! I'M GONNA SQUIRT IT INTO YOUR MOUTH! LOOK OUT!" 

Again she increased the power of her suction. With a helpless moan, David 
yielded to the pressure behind his cock. He felt a violent contraction, as 
if a heavy gate had slammed, and a burning stream of cum jetted the length 
of his cock. He felt it erupt from his cockhead, the thick fluid surrounding 
his prick and filling his mother's mouth. He watched wide-eyed as her throat 
swelled with her effort to swallow as fast as he came. A thick, white gob of 
cum welled from the corner of her mouth and ran over her chin, but it was a 
mere trickle by comparison with the volume he shot into her mouth. 

He felt dizzy and remote. His belly leaped and his ankles burned as he 
jerked savagely at the ropes. His balls seemed to buzz, while his hips 
strained to drive his dick into his mother's willing throat. He wondered 
insanely if he would continue coming as long as he had that morning. 

But the fierce spurting gave way to a slower flow, interrupted by an 
occasional after-jet, then died altogether. His mother kept on swallowing 
and sucking. It felt as if she were tugging reluctant strands of cum from 
his very balls. Her throat worked convulsively, and she squeezed her eyes 
tightly shut. At last, polishing his collapsing cockhead with her tongue, 
she raised her head and let the limp organ slip from her mouth. 

"Oh, my!" she exclaimed softly. "So much and so fast!" 

"Whew!" David whistled. "You really sucked me dry! Mom, it didn't make you 
sick?" 

She shook her head with a tinkling laugh. "Never!" 

"You ever do that before?" 

"Nooo...." 

"Wow, you sure made it feel great!" 

"And without any interference from you, you might remember." 

"Yeah! Man, this was wild! It don't embarrass me, now." He paused, then 
qualified the assertion. "Can't say I'd want to be on the receivin' end all 
the time, though. Mom, does it bother you when I've got you tied up?" 

She flushed and shook her head. "Not at all. I trust you, for one thing. And 
I can let go more; it's like I can pretend I can't do anything to control 
whatever happens." 

David mused. His mother had phrased her reply in such a way as to suggest 
there might even be a preference for submitting to him while roped down. 
Certainly he found it possible to attempt things he would not if she were 
free. He sighed. Sex was turning out to be play, and his mother was a 
glorious piece of play equipment. 

When she released him, he rubbed the circulation back into his wrists and 
ankles, then did some fast exercises to drive the stiffness out of his 
muscles. 

They returned to camp, where he sprawled in one of the director's chairs his 
mother had insisted they bring. Mary came thoughtfully to his side and 
stroked his hair. 

"You're a good kid," she remarked in a bantering tone. "Think I'll keep you 
awhile." 

Before she could wrench away, David thrust his arm between her thighs and 
crooked his elbow behind her crotch to hold her. Grinning roguishly, he 
lifted. His mother straddled his arm, her feet inches off the ground. He 
felt her thighs tighten as she pressed her cunt against his biceps. 

Her eyes darkened and her lips formed a small "o". She clutched at his hair 
with one hand and his shoulder with the other. He turned to suck one tit 
into his mouth. His mother exhaled shakily and laid her face on his head. He 
continued to suck, while her nipple hardened and lengthened. 

A pulse in the hollow of his mother's throat fluttered wildly. Wetness 
spread against his arm as Mary squirmed her cunt against it. 

"Dear God!" she exclaimed into his hair through clenched teeth. "Dear God, 
you know how to turn me on! David Joseph, you're going to make me come 
again! Ooh! You rascal, you!" She twisted her head and nipped his ear. 

David gasped. He surged from the chair, raising his mother and pulling her 
closer. She swung her legs around him. 

"Hey!" he exclaimed. "Watch it!" With difficulty, he dragged his arm free. 

His mother clamped her legs around him, but permitted herself to slide 
slowly down his torso until his cockhead pressed against her cunt rim. 

"Wait!" Trembling from the inspiration that had come to him, David slipped 
one arm under her left knee and the other under her right, between her knees 
and his body. Clasping his "hands at the small of her back, he thrust his 
elbows outward until she worked her calves upward onto his shoulders. 

She stared at him without blinking, eyes wide and questioning. He swung her 
ass outward, then lowered it carefully to let her cuntmouth rest on his 
cockhead. 

"Now!" He felt the triumph in his voice. "Wanta fuck now?" 

"Of course!" Her voice was husky and low, and her gaze burned into his eyes. 
She wet her lips. "Slam me onto it, honey. Okay?" 

David nodded, and she locked her fingers behind his neck. He let her cunt 
rim settle onto the wings of his cockhead, then drove her onto his cock. Her 
cunt plunged down the length of the shaft while his cockhead slammed past 
the crowded organs of her belly. She smashed onto the root of his cock, 
rocking him. Her breath erupted as if driven from her. 

She screamed. "EEEYAAAGHHH! Y A H-Y A H-Y A G H H H! Ohh, Davie ... 
goooooooood!" 

Clutching one of her ass-cheeks in each hand, he found he could easily swing 
her back and forth along the length of his cock. He need move his hips only 
at the last moment of each of her inward swings, thrusting, to bang his cock 
fully home in her pussy hole. 

His mother's expression was wild. She grunted explosively at each impact, 
and her legs tensed and relaxed to amplify her swing. 

"Fuck, fuck!" she panted wetly. "Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!" 

David surged, feet planted wide, back arched. He felt as if his cock had 
penetrated deeper than it had in any of their previous encounters. It almost 
seemed as if it must have lodged behind her ribs. 

"Omigod, hon!" she exclaimed raggedly. "Hurry up! I'm ready! Read-eeeeee!" 

Dave was not. He sensed that the two prior orgasms had provided him with a 
measure of staying power. But he let his mother grind her twat on the root 
of his cock while her flaming passion boiled over. The cuntal contractions 
fascinated him as they sped inward from her cuntmouth to the end of her 
barrel, all along his cockshaft. He chewed gently on one of he boobs while 
she came. 

When her spasms weakened, he lowered himself cautiously to his knees, then 
leaned forward and supported himself on one hand while laying his mother on 
her back. Her calves were still locked on his shoulders, and he kept them 
there, forcing them back toward her head while he levered her ass upward 
beneath him. 

When her cunt faced directly upward, his cock still fully buried in it, he 
began to really fuck. His hips drove his cock full length into her again and 
again. Every stroke was a brutal crash. In no other position had he enjoyed 
such a violent fuck, although he could have done the same when he had had 
her wrists tied to her ankles. 

His mother reacted with savage abandon. She had to fight for breath; his 
battering literally pounded the air out of her. But her hips surged as 
fiercely as his did, and her nails bit into his shoulders. 

"Aghhhh...!" she gurgled. 

Dave's breath wheezed erratically. His balls tingled and the base of his 
prick jerked spasmodically. He bore down on her cunt, crushing her clitoris 
beneath his ridge while his cum steamed through his cock. His mother came 
simultaneously, trembling and crying. When he had squeezed out the last 
spurts of hot jism, he sagged down on her. 

"Mom...." he gasped. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" 

"No," she whispered. "Oh, no!" 

David released her legs. She wrapped them loosely around him and kept them 
there while she caressed his shoulders with her fingers. 

"You're going to make some girl awfully happy, David," she observed 
dreamily. "Some girl is going to forget there's anything in life but fucking 
or getting ready to fuck." 

"But, Mom!" Alarm roused him. "What about you?" 

"For a while," she assured him. "We'll do lots of things-play lots of games. 
But a time will come when you'll have to have someone your own age." 

"Aw, Mom!" 

"You know that," she insisted softly. "You know it, don't you." 

"Yeah. Yeah, I know it. But you're so good, Mom!" 

She hugged him, and he tried out the wet kiss she had taught him. For a long 
time they lay locked in their close embrace, mouths working on each other 
and his limp prick cradled in the warmth of her cunt. At last she uncrossed 
her ankles and let her legs slip to the ground. Thoughtfully, David rolled 
off her, his hand crushing her ass to keep her cunt tightly on his shriveled 
cock. They lay face to face, their bodies pressed wetly together, whispering 
and fondling each other. 

After a very long time, Mary stirred. "Time to get up," she said lightly. 

"How come?" David resented losing her. He had never known quite such utter 
peace. 

"I've got some baking to do." 

"Huh?" 

"You forgotten about tomorrow?" 

David hesitated. What did tomorrow have to do with baking, he wondered? 

"Your birthday, silly!" 

"Oh! Oh, yeah!" He could hardly be blamed for having forgotten, he decided. 
A birthday wasn't much to get excited about in comparison with the things 
that were happening on this island. Still, it would be fun, in a way. And 
his mother had certainly looked forward to having a sixteen year old son. 

* * * 

Mary had planned a two-layered cake, conceding the limitations of the Dutch 
oven they had brought and the problem of maintaining steady heat. She worked 
carefully now, painfully conscious of her primitive kitchen facilities and 
the impossibility of starting over if anything should go wrong. Her task was 
complicated by her son's attentiveness; concentration was difficult enough 
without the added necessity of fending off impertinent hands. 

At last, she banished him from the clearing. "Either park your ass out of 
the way and stay there, or take off, buddy!" she ordered. 

With a scowl, David stalked out of the clearing. 

The cake turned out well after all. She iced it, then hesitated for a long 
time before decorating it. When that delicate touch had been completed, she 
covered the cake and hid it where it would stay cool. 

David returned while she was cleaning up the last of the dishes. Whatever 
his mental outlook when she had banished him, he had gotten over it. His 
step was buoyant as he emerged from the trees and he sniffed appreciatively 
at the baking scent that still lingered about the camp. 

"Mmm! Smells terrific, Mom! How'd it go?" 

"Just fine, after I got rid of a pesky rat." 

He grinned shamelessly and cast a hungry, impudent glance at her figure. Her 
amusement was tempered with something more intimate and personal when she 
noted the abrupt stiffening of his prick. 

She added hastily, "Even got the decorating done." 

"Thought that had to wait for the cake to cool." 

"Usually. I gambled this time." 

"All right!" 

"Get a lot of exploring done?" she asked nervously. 

"Sure did! Y'know, I think somebody used to live here. Think I found out 
where they camped. Want to see?" 

"What did you find?" 

"Oh, not that much. It's just I'm a good scout. Read signs good." 

She laughed. "Okay. I'll go. Let me finish putting the last of these pans 
away." 

David led the way, a small pack slung from his shoulder. 

"Got your supper in that or something?" she asked. 

"Supper! What about lunch, for gosh sakes?" Mary winced. It was past 
mid-afternoon, and she had let lunch slip her mind altogether. "Oh, David! 
I'm sorry!" 

"No problem, Mom. I grabbed a bite before you threw me out of camp." 

She recalled, now that he reminded her. His snacking was so natural in the 
course of a day's events that it had slipped her mind. 

Before they had gone a quarter of a mile, they reached a clearing easily as 
extensive as the one they had selected for their camp. The ground had not 
been disturbed for a long time; if David were right about this having been 
used as a campsite, its occupant had been gone a very long period. But one 
convenience had survived without visible deterioration. Whoever had been 
here had obviously needed to protect his provisions from the island's 
incidental wildlife; he had constructed a rack. 

Two sturdy posts topped with forks had been set into the ground some six 
feet apart. About the same height as the distance that separated them, they 
supported a heavy crosspiece from which supplies could have been suspended. 
The crosspiece was still fitted with hooks that had been chained to it-one 
in the center and one halfway between the center and each of the supports. 

"How about another tie-up game, Mom?" suggested David. 

Her belly churned and she shivered. Her first sight of the rack had brought 
visions of the sort David's query intimated. The disturbing feature of the 
situation was that the very thought had set chills of excitement and 
anticipation racing over her. 

She nodded jerkily. "I ... I. ... why not?" 

The pack she had briefly questioned her son about yielded rope. She extended 
her arms at his request and waited patiently but curiously, while he 
fastened them. He used four short chunks of rope, knotting one end of each 
around each of her wrists and leaving nearly a foot of slack between the 
wrists. 

When the last knot was tied, he led her to the rack. She raised her arms 
meekly and let her son place the four connecting ropes in the hook. He 
looped a fifth shorter length around the others and knotted it, preventing 
her from flipping them off the hook. 

He paused to run his hands over her body. She was at a loss to understand 
why he had fastened her the way he had. She had at first expected him to 
pull her arms out at angles toward the two outer hooks, stretching her arms 
and extending her body for the most spectacular visual effect. His actual 
procedure left her arms so relaxed that her body was subjected to no strain 
at all. 

He stepped behind her and reached around to fondle her tits. She writhed 
happily, content to let him worry about the pose that gave him the greatest 
satisfaction. While the fingers of one hand toyed with first one of her 
nipples, then the other, his other hand slid down her belly and fumbled at 
her cunt. Her hips rotated slowly under the influence of the probing 
fingers. She dismissed postures from her mind and lost herself in the world 
of sensation she had discovered with her son. 

He seemed easily satisfied. Before she had developed much more than 
quickened breath, he knelt and began fastening short pieces of rope to her 
ankles. After tying a piece to each ankle, he constructed a bowline loop in 
the free end of each, within a couple of inches of the ankle. 

Her puzzlement cleared. When he pulled her legs apart, her body would be 
lowered. That would stretch her the way she had expected. 

He startled her by picking her up in his arms, one arm under the backs of 
her knees and the other at the small of her back. He lowered her back gently 
until her arms supported the weight of her torso, then raised her legs until 
her feet nearly touched the hook to the left of center. He worked the loop 
on her left ankle over the hook, securing the leg. 

While horror stifled her outcry, he went to the other hook-the one to the 
right of center 

-and secured her right leg to it. 

When he stepped back, she dangled butt-down from the three hooks. Her ankles 
were some four feet apart, and except for the bend in her knees, she formed 
a lopsided triangle, as seen from the side. 

"Omigod!" she exclaimed. "How did you think of this kind of position?" 

"You okay?" he asked with concern. 

"Yes. Nothing hurts." She was surprised at the relative comfort; her weight 
seemed well distributed among arms and legs. "But it's so undignified!" 

"Mmm ... yeah. I guess so. Sure be good for fucking, though!" 

"Brrr! David!" she was all too conscious of that advantage of the position. 
Her cunt could not have made a better-exposed target, nor could she have 
been at a better angle for maximum penetration. 

"But I'm too high," she pointed out. 

"I found out those chains are adjustable," replied David. "I can let you 
down almost to the ground if I want to." 

"Ugh!" 

David got behind her again. He ran his hands up and down the backs of her 
thighs and repeatedly squeezed her ass-cheeks. Her taut muscles seemed to 
magnify every touch and to translate it into an even sexier stimulus. She 
found it impossible to hold herself still. Her body swayed erratically, and 
her very motion became exciting to her, with the breeze tickling her cunt. 

Her son seized a handful of hair and pulled her head back. While she faced 
him, her face inverted, he kissed her mouth. His tongue drove inward to dab 
at the arch of her throat, and she sucked greedily. When he eased the 
pressure of the kiss momentarily, she mumbled around his tongue. 

"Wish I had your peter," she said. 

"Like this?" he asked in astonishment. 

"Mmm!" 

For the time being, David seemed satisfied to fuck her mouth with his 
tongue. He did a workman-like job of it, his technique leaving no slightest 
doubt that he was simulating real fucking. The illusion became so real to 
Mary that she half expected an orgasm and a mouthful of cum. 

She fantasized herself gulping at her son's cock, swallowing it until her 
lips were crushed against its base. She sucked his tongue with greedy gulps, 
loud, wet noises betraying her agitation when air got past her lips. 

The novelty of her position and her fantasies flooded her with excitement. 
Her boobs felt tight and sore, and her cunt felt supremely tender. It gaped 
wetly, the merest breeze producing instant sensations through evaporation of 
the juices that flowed. 

She was numbed by surprise when her passion peaked in a mini-orgasm. 
Swallowing desperately, as if truly receiving her son's cum, she felt her 
body leap to her inner contractions. David, as if keenly aware of her state, 
seized her tits and kneaded them vigorously. 

At length, she shuddered and began to relax. 

David released her boobs and clutched at her ass. His grip awakened a new 
level of sensations for her. The make-believe of mouth-fucking receded 
before the reality of pressures close to her twat. With the kiss broken, she 
could rest her chin on her chest and watch her son's hands. 

He massaged the fullness of her ass-cheeks. His fingers frequently slipped 
inward to dig at her swollen cuntlips. Excitement was no longer a rising 
flood; it was a series of abrupt jolts that shook her to the core. She 
bucked in the grip of each succeeding wave, and cried out between desperate 
gasps for air. 

As she had anticipated, her son's attention to her ass yielded quickly to 
frank concentration on her cunt. His fingertips stroked the inner membranes 
of her cuntlips. He stroked her clit, often but unpredictably. He dipped his 
fingers briefly into the cunt itself, then slid them backward, juice-loaded, 
to rub her asshole. 

He left her head and moved around her leg to stand next to her gyrating ass. 
The wide separation of her feet and the natural bend of her knees tilted her 
cunt up to his hands, and he dabbled busily with all his fingers. 

She felt one finger slip deep into her cunt, then a second. By straining, 
she could see the shiny rim of her cuntmouth and knew when David thrust a 
third finger in to join the others. His fourth finger went easily. She felt 
a sensation similar to gagging when he began twisting the cupped fingers to 
work them deeper into the gaping receptacle. 

"Dear God! How deep!" She held her breath at the incredible fullness. "How 
deep?" 

Fearfully, she looked again. His fingers were buried to the knuckles. His 
thumb had fitted into the cavity created by the cupping of his fingers, and 
she watched as if in a hypnotic trance while his hand slowly wedged itself 
out of sight in her cunt. 

Throwing her head back, she shrieked lustily. She had no idea whether the 
penetration hurt or felt good; it was only how much excitement it generated. 
And she had no basis at all for measuring the fantastic waves of excitement. 
Against her will, now, she peeked once more at her snatch. Her son's hand 
had vanished. Her cunt rim bit at his wrist. Her tissues were taut, thin and 
glossy. She became conscious of the huge bulge she enclosed and knew he had 
clenched his fist inside her. 

She wondered if she could come with such enormous distension; she suspected 
it might be impossible. But her son was pumping his fist in her, and his 
forearm was plunging in and out as if it were a monstrous cock. Her eyes 
bulged. She stared without blinking, terrified but at the same time wildly 
enthused. She saw how thickly her juices had coated the lower arm and could 
see with her own eyes how readily his wrist and the first few inches of his 
forearm slid in and out of her. 

"FUCK ME!" she yelled hoarsely. "ARM-FUCK ME, DAVID! DEAR ARM, BLAST ME!" 

David's free hand massaged her ass. She had fleeting moments of lucid 
awareness in which the stupendous wall of fuck-feeling in her cunt seemed to 
part to admit the intrusion of lesser sensations. A distant part of her 
consciousness knew his fingers were groping in the crack of her ass and 
prodding her asshole. Had to be reaching under, she thought confusedly. 

She didn't care. He could stuff his leg up her ass if he wanted to. All she 
had room to care about was the glorious fucking his arm was giving her. She 
could only give adequate appreciation to the fist that filled her belly and 
churned it. 

Her body swung. It gave way before the thrust of the buried fist, then 
returned under the impetus of her weight to drive her further onto the 
heavily muscled forearm. 

"NOW-NOW-NOW, LOVER!" She screamed at the top of her voice. "PUSH, PUSH, 
PUUUSH! ... UNNNNHHHHHHH! UNNNNNHHHHHHH! AAAAIIIYEEEEE!" 

The violence of her climax surpassed anything she had ever experienced. Her 
guts churned wildly. Her cuntal contractions were duplicated by every 
surface muscle of her body, until she thought she heard tendons cracking. 
Some mysterious come-center switched on a tremor that shook her until her 
ears heard the buzzing and her eyes blurred. She felt as if she were lost in 
a universe that was itself a super-orgasm-as if she had slipped from her 
world into a dimension that was an eternal come. 

She was trapped in another dimension and would never find her way out, but 
would hang in currents of pulsating sexual delirium forever and ever. 

CHAPTER SIX 

David lost interest in his mother's asshole when he felt the first crushing 
squeeze of her cunt-rim on his wrist. He'd had no thought of thrusting his 
entire hand into her; the fascination of feeling one finger after another 
slip into the hot wet cave had constituted an end in itself. The fact all 
four fingers could be accommodated, leaving a gap for his thumb, had just 
sucked him into the next stage of fucking her. 

His mother's contortions-her heedless responses to the surging waves of 
sensation had caused her cunt-rim to gulp at his knobby hand. To David, it 
had felt as if she were sucking him into her cunt with the same kind of 
heated pull she had earlier used to suck his cock deeper into her mouth. 
Lubricated by her slippery juice, his fist had bored deeper and deeper until 
to his astonishment he had felt her grasping cunt closing on his wrist. 

Gentle, rhythmic punches with his fist had established the unbelievable 
reality of fucking her with his arm. His mother had not only encouraged him 
with the involuntary contractions in her cunt; she had dug her chin into her 
chest and stared with greedy eyes while her cunt had gobbled up his hand. He 
had found the sight and the feeling incredibly exciting. He had felt almost 
suffocated by his cock-stiffening reaction to the way he was fucking his 
mother. She had clearly experienced a higher degree of cuntal feeling. After 
all, she had not only watched, but it was her cunt that telegraphed its 
clamping messages of suction. 

Her orgasm was no surprise; its violence was. David was totally unprepared 
for the powerful compression in the walls of her pussy barrel as it milked 
his fist. He was even frightened by his mother's fainting after her come. 

"My God!" he exclaimed when her orgasm faded and her crotch let go. Before 
he could begin to extract his arm from the suddenly-slack cunt-mouth, he 
recognized the clear unconsciousness. "I've killed her! Mom! ... MOM!" 

He twisted his arm clockwise, then counterclockwise, again and again while 
working his hand out of her cunt. He had no idea how he would revive Mary-or 
whether she could be revived. He could see no movement of her boobs other 
than the jiggling his own efforts to free his hand produced. His mother was 
not breathing! Maybe her heart had stopped, too! 

Panicked, he shrieked at her. 

As his fingers emerged from the oozing maw of her cunt, a vast shudder 
passed over her. She raised her head and stared vacantly about then focused 
her gaze on him. 

"Oh my! Davie, it's you!" her voice purred sexily. She studied him from 
beneath lowered lashes. The comer of her mouth twitched impishly and a 
sultry tone crept into her voice. "Davie, love, I must have slipped off into 
a dream. I'm back, and here you are! A gorgeous Greek god with a cock as big 
as an arm!" She was positively simmering with lust. "Now, fuck me, lover. 
Don't make me wait!" 

David felt bewildered. Her manner inflamed him; he could hardly tolerate the 
time he would take lowering her to the proper height for a fuck. But her 
demand and her refusal to refer directly to her experience was beyond his 
understanding. Either she was afraid to admit the truth to herself, he 
decided, or the massive come had blown her horny mind. 

He worked the chains, lowering each hook until his mother's snatch hung at 
the level of his hot prick. 

"Hurry David! Please hurry!" his mother panted. 

"Is it hurting, Mom? The way you're tied, I mean?" 

"No! Good God, no! But I want you to fuck me!" 

His rod felt so fucking hard that it ought to burst. He centered his big 
cockhead against her wet cunt-rim and pushed. He could hardly believe her 
cunt. Even after the way his arm had stretched her, the rubbery rim resisted 
the entry of his cock. He lunged against her. His cock rammed deep and her 
cunt swallowed it. She jerked tight and cried out with a low-voiced 
expression of delight. 

He fucked his hips back and forth slowly and gently. His mother's lashed 
swing created sufficient movement of her body to double the effect of each 
stroke. Almost immediately, their movements were synchronized, and her 
cunt-rim was sliding the length of his cock-shaft, from the back of his 
cockhead to the root of his cock. 

The bulging knob churned the length of his mother's cuntal passage, a piston 
reaming the clinging walls. He thought he could feel her organs as they 
slipped aside before each inward stroke, but that horny sensation seemed to 
lose itself in the sharper blast of feeling from the impact of her wet pussy 
against his loins at the end of every slippery stroke. 

His fingers dug into her thighs, trembling with the intensity of the 
fuck-thrill. He felt a vast movement of fleshy heat. Rarely could the pace 
and method of fucking create a plateau of infinite heat. He wallowed in her 
steaming cuntal flesh. His system demanded no immediate burst of spunk, but 
neither did it suffer the slightest degree of dulling. He recognized dimly 
that he was poised on the verge of coming, experiencing only a hair less 
tense excitement than his shooting would provide, but that at their present 
pace he could prolong the fuck as long as he wished. 

His mother's next throaty remark confirmed his feeling. 

"Davie, Davie!" she whispered. "We could ball for hours if we wanted to! 
Ooooh! I love to have my son fucking me!" 

It did involve effort, David decided-effort from both of them. His mother's 
muscles worked over her entire body, and perspiration bathed her flesh and 
gave it a breathtaking sheen. His own fuck-moves seemed minor, but he found 
himself puffing and the sweat ran off him in rivers. 

His hands proved to be the overcoming factor. He shifted his grip on his 
mother's thighs, noticed the beginnings of bruises and loosened his strong 
fingers. He laid one hand on her belly just above her cunt hair and rested 
the other against one of her round ass-cheeks. 

Her eyes widened perceptibly. "Oh honey! Oh, why does that make me quiver 
inside?" 

He shook his head. He had no idea. But he realized it did things to him too, 
and his excitement broke through the membrane of fuck-pleasure and soared 
upward. 

He groped at her, exploring soft and firm flesh while heated hissing sounds 
bubbled from her lips. Her lower belly, where the coppery pussy hair covered 
it, was firm. The delicate swelling above that, near her navel, swung 
between firmness and softness, depending on whether she was tensing or 
relaxing her muscles. Her beautiful tits were firm with a soft yielding 
quality except the rigid nipples. 

Her cunt-mouth felt firm as it stroked his cock shaft. The inside of her 
cunt was a soft warmth surrounding his cockhead-a mere whisper of friction. 

"Oh, how I wish I could wrap my legs around you right now," his mother 
interrupted. 

Her statement sent a sharp jab of fire along his dick. The thought of those 
long graceful legs clutching his hips made him reel. It was easy to reach 
her ankles, one at a time. He unhooked one and propped it on his shoulder 
while freeing the other. He lowered her legs until she could cross her 
ankles behind his swinging ass. 

She squeezed him with them, timing her jerks to coincide with his thrusts. 
The effect was to pull her cunt down his thick shaft more forcibly each time 
he drove his prick up her cuntal barrel. 

"It's coming close, honey." She sounded apologetic. 

"Me too, Mom! Like I'm about to explode!" 

"Oh fuck me faster! Fuck me hard, David!" 

Sweating and aching, David knew what his mother wanted. He caught her body 
in his arms and crushed her to him. His hips flashed back and forth while 
her legs jerked fiercely at them. His cock struck her womb with every stroke 
and the knot behind it hardened viciously. 

"HERE IT COMES!" he yelled as the dam broke. 

"YES, YES! OH, YESSS!" 

He ground himself into her. Her heels dug furiously into his ass. The 
explosion that shook them seemed to envelop them and their sweat-soaked 
flesh banged wildly together. David's cock pumped great, burning clumps of 
jism into his mother. 

Her cunt mauled his dick, squeezing and milking until he shouted with 
ecstasy. His head spun and his arms felt suddenly like water. 

"Oh Mom!" he gasped. "Mom! It's draining me like a pump!" 

"Hold me! Hold me tight you darling fucker!" 

He clung weakly to her while her spasms continued. In the abrupt collapse 
that overtook him, he felt his cock squirt out of her clutching cunt-mouth. 
She groaned bitterly. 

"Davie, Davie! I lost it!" 

"Mom! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Mom!" 

He felt her legs loosen. She lowered her feet to the ground and stood, 
swaying. He lifted the ropes off the hook and she dropped to her knees. With 
a deep sigh she bent to rest her forearms on the dirt and pressed her 
forehead to them. Her body shook as if she would never stop coming. 

David started to console her then stopped when he realized Mary was still 
coming. The boy's mother appeared to be suffering; her back was arched and 
her tits nearly touched the ground. 

David held his breath while the motions swept over Mary. He knelt quickly 
beside her and placed one hand beneath her belly and the other on her back, 
between her shoulders. 

"It's all right, honey," his mother murmured. Her voice was muffled by her 
arms. 

The reassurance pleased David. She obviously thought he was trying to 
apologize. 

He heaved himself over Mary's crouched form and clutched her waist. She 
started convulsively. David pressed her shoulders down when she tried to 
straighten them, and his other hand prevented her from dropping to her 
belly. 

She turned her head to glare at him, "DAVID! IS THAT YOU? DAVID, GET OFF!" 

"You need it, Mom. Besides, I want to!" 

"DAVID JOSEPH!" She struggled frantically. 

David held her while he watched his cum-slimy prick dance over her swollen 
cuntlips. The tip slipped quickly to her gaping cunt and settled into it. 
His haunches pumped sturdily while the long cock sank gradually from sight 
into the pulsating flesh of Mary's cunt. David felt his nuts bulge when he 
felt the continuing come all around his half-hard prick. He saw himself hang 
up against his mother's cunt rim and saw the rim stretch slowly until his 
shaft plunged from sight. 

Mary stopped fighting. "Omigod!" she exclaimed in a low tone. "I can't fight 
you. Not when you get that meat into me! I'm all right, Davie." 

David reached under her to knead her tits. David again had begun fucking, 
and it amazed David to feel how fiercely the come-quakes swept his mother's 
body back and forth. His ass was all that seemed to move; all of the stroke 
was provided by Mary's body which David swept back and forth on the three 
inches of his cock nearest its base. 

The orgasm was too rapid and violent for David to cock-whip any effective 
stimulation into his mother. He backed away. 

"Come here, son!" His mother's voice was imperative. 

He returned. She raised herself to her hands then spread her elbows and 
rested her forearms on the ground again to form an enclosure. 

He returned. She raised herself to her hands, then spread her elbows and 
rested her forearms on the ground again to form an enclosure. 

"Lie down and scoot under me," she demanded. 

David was puzzled. He thrust his head and shoulders through the circle of 
her arms then at her insistence hitched himself further under her until she 
held his hips. 

"That's right," she said. 

He felt her mouth close over his cock. Startled, he grabbed her cuntlips and 
held them tightly in his fist. It made him giddy to watch her body swaying 
so rapidly and so close to his face. Her cunt hair was almost long enough to 
brush his chin. Mary's silky thighs did swing against David's face from time 
to time. 

Mary sucked vigorously on David's cock, timing her suction to match the 
blows of his hands and mouth on her loins. 

But David did not intend to be a member of the coming orgasm. He found 
intense pleasure in his mother's oral skill but wanted a clear suck at her 
snatch. He squirmed free in spite of his mother's protest. To his relief, 
she protested with far less vigor than he had feared. 

And when he was clear of her, she muttered to him. "You're right, hon. I can 
concentrate better this way." A moment later, she spoke through clenched 
teeth, her mounting passion obvious in her features. "You're mouth's all I 
can handle at one time!" 

David's rapid climax and his treacherous cock had robbed his mother of the 
full enjoyment of her orgasm. Her frustration was evaporating under the 
boy's powerful sucking. 

Within seconds, incoherent yells were tumbling from her and her fingers were 
clawing at the ground. David glanced at his watch. 

Mary's body stiffened in rhythmic spasms. She quivered in the interminable 
orgasm David's fantastic tonguing forced. She tried to speak, her voice a 
mere squeak produced by slow-leaking air trapped in her lungs and somehow 
locked. 

"I don't know how you can keep eating so long!" she exclaimed, "but it's the 
way I'd want to die!" 

For six minutes and forty seconds, his mouth continued its high-frequency 
vibration. When the savage osculations ceased, Mary's spasms stopped and she 
sagged away from his face though her butt was still plastered Firmly against 
David's mouth. 

Mary's sides heaved as she gasped for air. When she had caught her breath, 
she remarked, "I didn't think I'd ever let you suck on me again. That's my 
idea of Sunday recreation!" She paused and shuddered. "But you sure do work 
out the kinks! Goddamn your sweet tongue! You know it drives me come-crazy." 

"Does it really make you feel that hot?" asked David. "To get sucked by your 
kid, I mean?" 

When she hesitated, he blurted out. "I know it's terrible to a lot of 
people, but that's on account of all kinds of hang-ups. Once in awhile, it's 
really cool to do it." 

She sighed. "If I've got to be honest, I have to admit it's a fantastic 
experience. There's a whole lot more to sex than getting hung up on a fat 
cock, and for sheer physical punching, that mouth's got to be high on the 
list." 

David grinned broadly. He untied his mother's wrists and left her lying 
quietly while he stowed the rest of the rope chunks in the bag. 

He helped her to her feet then. 

"You feel good enough to walk, or do you want me to carry you?" he asked. 

"Carry me." Her eyes twinkled. 

He knew she was teasing, but two could tease. Before she could protect 
herself, he stooped and scooped her onto his shoulder. With her tits warming 
his back and her knees clutched to his chest, he strode toward the home 
camp. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Supper was leisurely, but David and his mother worked together and made it a 
banquet. It amused Mary to observe her son's youthful enthusiasm. He reacted 
to food with almost the same excitement as he showed toward sex. 

His impatient appetite was not the only amusing feature of his behavior. She 
sensed a new awareness in him, together with a kind of self-assurance she 
had never seen in him before. He seemed unable to keep his hands off her, 
yet his touches were affectionate and tender rather than greedy or lustful. 
He would let his hand rest on her ass for a moment when he chanced to be 
near her while she bent to stir something over the fire. He would let his 
fingers linger on her hair briefly and murmur some restrained compliment. Or 
he would pause to plant a gentle kiss on her shoulder or forehead. 

The undemanding nature of his attentions soon created a warm feeling of 
relaxation in her and she responded freely. It was a pleasure to be able to 
lay her hand on his arm in a loving gesture without his stiffening with 
self-conscious, adolescent defensiveness. She had always considered herself 
outgoing and demonstrative; her son's normal protection of his 
independence-his fear of being babied and mauled-had operated to keep her at 
arm's length. For the past five or six years, she had been forced 
continually to cope with a feeling of inner depression. The feeling of being 
rejected had stayed in spite of her understanding of the reasons for her 
son's behavior. 

In this moment of maturation, his new willingness acted like the opening of 
floodgates and all of the pent-up love she felt for him gushed to the 
surface. Two distinct results were evident. She caressed him at every 
opportunity, and she responded instantly to each of his gestures. In the 
heady atmosphere of openness, she seldom remembered how easily a touch could 
be interpreted as a sexual invitation. More often than not, she paused to 
stroke her fingertips over the nearest part of her son's body, then realized 
afterward how lewdly suggestive the touch might have seemed. More often than 
not, she squirmed appreciatively at his touch-or whirled to press her body 
against him for an instant-and again realized that she must have seemed 
greedy for more sexual contact. 

It seemed a mark of her son's sudden maturity that he exercised as much 
reserve as he did in acting on her touches. 

After the meal Mary produced one of the surprises she had planned for the 
occasion. She unpacked a bottle of sparkling burgundy from its hiding place 
and poured generous helpings for both David and herself. 

"For the eve of your sixteenth birthday," she explained. "Here's to a good 
day tomorrow and good years ahead." 

David displayed all the surprise and pleasure she could have asked for. 
"Mom! Hey, neat! Gee, thanks a lot, Mom!" 

He wrinkled his nose at the first experience of the bubbles, then smacked 
his lips and grunted happily. 

"Like it?" she asked. 

"Uh-huh!" He tilted the cup to his lips and swallowed another mouthful. 
"Will it make me drunk?" 

"I don't think so. Not this amount." She had her private doubts. She knew 
how little it took to get her high, but with her son's greater bulk his body 
ought to tolerate a hell of a lot more alcohol than hers. Her uncertainty 
came from the realization that where she hardly ever drank, her son never 
had. Both of them were vulnerable from that point of view. 

They sat in their camp chairs and drank companionably. Before they had 
gotten into their second cups of the wine, their conversation was beginning 
to take on what Mary felt was a philosophical and profound tone. 

She had to admit to herself that it might be difficult, however, to identify 
any element of their discussion that had either a profound or philosophical 
character. The quality that impressed her, she decided solemnly, must be the 
wide range of subjects they touched on and the complete frankness with which 
they approached each topic. 

It was hardly surprising that they came back often to the mention of sex. 

At one point, David seemed thoughtful about the joys of their unstoppable 
fucking. "I'm sure learning a lot on this trip that I didn't expect." Mary 
laughed. "A lot I didn't expect, either." 

"Huh?" 

"Well, I planned a short course in sex education. I was going to tell you a 
lot of things I think a boy your age ought to know. And I thought you could 
learn more-understand better-if you could look and touch. But I sure didn't 
figure on practice sessions!" 

"You didn't?" 

"No! It was the furthest thing from my mind that we'd ever fuck-or even that 
either one of us would get really horny!" 

"But you started right off by showing me what spots are exciting for a 
woman, Mom! You even wanted me to touch them!" 

She made an orgasmic face at him, and he broke up. 

When he quieted, she replied. "In the first place, I think men ought to know 
what those spots are. In the second, I knew you'd understand them a lot 
better if you could see just what kind of reaction a woman has when someone 
touches one of them." 

David appeared to be a little puzzled. 

Mary pursued the idea. "You know ... how sensitive each spot is and what the 
woman's going to do. Like it's a kind of quiet wiggling when you play with 
my boobs. It's a sort of tensing up when you play with the insides of my 
thighs. But it's pretty sudden and fierce when you get to my clit." 

"Oh, yeah! Yeah, I see what you mean. But...." 

She nodded wisely. "But one thing went wrong. I couldn't separate the lesson 
from living." 

"How come?" 

"Too horny, I guess." It sounded right to put it bluntly. There was nothing 
to gain by beating around the bush. "I haven't fucked anybody since before 
you were born. A person builds up a fucking big appetite, David." 

He sighed and rose to refill their cups. "I'm not sure I would have believed 
how much appetite before yesterday. How did you ever stand going without for 
that long, Mom?" 

"It's not impossible. A person works hard to concentrate on other things." 
She mused. "It's not a healthy way to live. I think you've got to have lots 
of screwing to keep your body running right-and to keep your head together." 

"Huh? You gonna start makin' out with lots of men when we get home?" 

She clouded up. "Well ... no, not that. I mean, fucking's important, but I 
don't want to just go out and hunt for chances to get laid." 

"What the hell, Mom? You're not going to cut me off the minute we get home, 
are you? I mean, now that we did start fucking we can do it at home too, 
can't we?" 

Mary felt an uneasy tightness in her chest. She realized that she had been 
deliberately isolating the trip from the rest of their living. It was 
obviously not that simple. She and David would be as close together at home 
as they were right here. The change in environment was sure as shit not 
going to remake both of them. If she did try to cut David off from her pussy 
the moment they got home, there would be some shit flying, for sure. 

Come to think about it, she had to admit that she wasn't likely to want to 
turn him off. For the next two or three years, at least, she was going to 
have young, eager cock available whenever she wanted it. The catch was that 
it might be a lot more than she really wanted-if that was possible. 

She drained her cup and shook her head contentedly. That seemed pretty 
un-likely. It was hard to feel negative about having David fuck her. 

She answered him at last. "Sure, we can! There's just the two of us in that 
house. Why shouldn't we?" 

A far-off expression appeared in her son's eyes. "Wow!" He exhaled. "Wow! 
Are we going to have some fun!" 

Mary rose to refill her cup. The bottle was empty, and she went for the one 
she had packed as insurance against the first one getting broken. She 
returned a trifle unsteadily and filled both cups. 

"Some good adventures," she said slowly. 

"We gotta take some rope with us, Mom." 

"Huh? Why?" She marked this as another of their abrupt changes of subject. 

"Ain't fair to make all that action stay on the island." 

"Oh. Of course not. Well, we'll have plenty of exercise room in the back 
yard. And there's plenty of room in the canoe." 

"You gonna let me fuck you whenever I want to?" he asked. 

She felt a hard contraction in her cunt and a sudden knot in her solar 
plexus. She was part of a fantasy structure for David, she reflected. To 
David, it was a game when he mounted her. And the balling in their future 
was to consist of games-that was what it was all about. 

"Yes." She responded in a low tone. "Yes, you can fuck me anytime you want 
to." 

She knew she had done more than grant a casual request. She had made a firm 
promise, and she had attached no strings. Her part in their games would, 
under any circumstances, have depended on not only her own attitude toward 
fucking between mothers and sons, but upon David's as well. 

If her attitude had been one of intense revulsion, then there might have 
been rare occasions-when David happened to have her securely tied down-when 
he would have at her cunt or her asshole in spite of her protests. If David 
had harbored that kind of revulsion, any advance by Mary would have produced 
violent anger in the boy and he would have seen to it that his big dick got 
nowhere near her. 

As it was, she had no powerful personal conviction that incest did anything 
to the family one way or the other, unless it happened to be from an 
aesthetic point of view during the act. Her only reluctance was the result 
of unspoken tradition rooted in the culture-a kind of squeamishness without 
real reason, by her standards. 

Clearly, David acquired even less of that burden from the past. His emotions 
were far less entangled in cultural taboos than hers. Except for his concern 
about her potential reactions, he experienced nothing but pleasurable 
excitement when he would fuck her. 

So her hesitant promise, once she had spoken the words, would not give her 
the right to hesitant performance. She was committed. The promise created an 
irreversible door to a future she could predict with absolute certainty. 

The relationship with him would not consist of a few scary fucks followed by 
prohibition. Instead, there would be frequent occasions when she would find 
herself submitting to David's hot cock. Some of those times would belong to 
make-believe stories in which David pretended she was his unwilling 
victim-when he bound her and gave her no opportunity to guide the details of 
the ways they fucked. At such times, she would only be able to accept the 
inevitable as her boy used her to relieve his cock-proud lusts. 

At other times, David's fantasies would be built around other sets of 
conditions. From time to time, those conditions would involve a grown 
woman's insatiable lust for a boy and David's role would be totally that of 
victim. He would expect her to behave independently, preparing herself and 
enticing him in whatever manner was necessary. 

Whatever might make up the list of various different situations, Mary would 
be a definite part of David's sex games as long as they continued. David 
would be fucking her as long as he remained at home, or until something 
killed one of them. And from Mary's appearance and actions, she had many 
years of sexual vigor ahead of her. 

She shivered and uttered a shaky laugh. "Yes, if you want that to be part of 
the games, you can fuck me whenever you like. Don't mind it if it takes me a 
while to get over being a little up-tight though." 

David's eyes gleamed. "Games mean 'let's pretend', sort of, don't they." 

She nodded. 

"Like 'anything goes'," David persisted. 

"So long as neither one of us gets hurt. We're not going to go laying out 
money for goddam doctors to fix up injuries from careless games." 

"Anything as long as it doesn't hurt, then." 

"Yes." 

"Any time?" 

She hesitated. Things seemed to be repeating themselves as if the wine had 
gotten to her. This might not be precisely the right time for it, but it 
sounded to her as if they were laying down the ground rules for their future 
fucking. The momentary surge of caution passed. Why the hell shouldn't they 
make up their ground rules now? 

"Any time, except for a few real obvious no-no's." 

"Like what?" he asked. 

"Like we don't miss appointments or going to school. We don't get anything 
started when we know we're going to have company. Or when there's something 
that's got to be done by a certain time and time's running out. Or when one 
of us is sick or I'm having a period." 

"Those are all common sense," David observed. "Things that are important. 
How about plain old schedules?" 

"For instance?" 

"Oh, I don't know. Like mealtime, maybe. Or maybe I wake up in the middle of 
the night. Or maybe something in the middle of a TV show gives me an idea." 

She felt so lightheaded she made an extra effort to be solemn and judicious. 
"No, those times are all right. That's part of the game." 

"How about places?" 

"Private. That's all." 

"Anyplace in the house?" 

"Yes." Why not? she thought. A particular fuck might need a particular 
setting. Why hang No Trespassing signs all over David's world? Why not fuck 
where either of them pleased? 

"The yard?" 

"Just so we're not putting on a public show." David heaved a huge, pleased 
sigh. "We startin' now? I mean, is the trip part of it?" 

"Yes." There was no reason for postponing the new arrangement. She might as 
well start getting used to it-her cunt sure as hell was getting used to her 
son's cockshaft. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Mary filled their cups again. It was awful good wine, she decided, but 
without much kick. Most times, two or three glasses would knock her on her 
ass. This stuff, she had matched David glass for glass-no, cup for cup-and 
they had already killed one fifth and half of another without getting 
anything but a little bit fucked up. 

Her own capacity might vary; she might be able to handle a lot more one time 
than another. But David ought to be out on his ass on the amount he had 
guzzled, and he was still sprawling naked in his chair with the same 
smartass expression as he had started with. That proved how weak the wine 
had to be. 

She stumbled back to her own chair and drank. She could see the moon through 
a gap in the trees, directly overhead. That should make it somewhere close 
to midnight, and a quick look at her watch confirmed the fact. 

"Hey, Davie!" She lurched to her feet. "Hap-py birthday! It's tomorrow 
already!" 

She might be just a little drunker than she had believed, she decided. It 
was most un-likely that they were having an earthquake, and she was having a 
hell of a hard time staying on her feet. 

David's face brightened. He stumbled out of the chair and raised his cup. 
"Hooray for me! Sixteen! " His knees wobbled like rubber. 

Mary laughed gleefully. "I'm terrible!" she cried. "Got you drunk on the 
night before your sixteenth birthday! Jus' terrible!" 

"Whatcha mean, drunk? Li'l woozy, tha's all." 

He crossed the space between them. She had to confess that he navigated with 
reasonable steadiness. 

"Bottoms up, huh?" 

"Right!" She clinked her cup against his. 

Solemnly, David tilted her face up. She waited for a kiss. Instead, he 
emptied the entire cup of wine over the hollow of her throat. She squealed, 
too paralyzed by surprise to escape. The wine ran down her front, two 
streams gushing off her tits, the rest cascading over her belly and onto her 
cuntal thatch. 

"You sly bastard!" she said. As if in slow motion, she dumped her own wine 
down her son's front. On impulse, she dropped to her knees to catch the 
purple fluid as it dripped from his long, flaccid cock and hairy scrotum. 

"Hey, yeah!" he exclaimed. "Damn shame to waste good stuff like that!" He 
pulled her to her feet and licked droplets from her nipples. 

She struggled to get her tongue on his dick. They wrestled briefly, then 
tumbled to the ground. David scrambled free and grabbed the half-empty 
bottle. He poured its contents on her, while she lay too weak with laughter 
to stir. Very carefully, he used half of the remaining wine to soak her 
boobs, then thrust her knees apart and emptied the rest over her coppery 
pussy hair. 

Puffing and chortling, he scooped her into his arms and carried her into the 
tent. He kicked the air mattresses together and deposited her on them. She 
giggled helplessly while he bent over her and used his tongue to lap up the 
wine that clung to her tits and snatch. 

By the time he had begun to lick the sticky stuff out of her cunt hair, she 
felt as if she were submerged in a sea of fuck-lust. She tingled all over 
and could imagine no more fitting way to usher in a boy's sixteenth birthday 
than to ball his brains out. 

She was confused when David knelt on top of her with his back toward her. 
She began to understand when he seized her knees and locked her legs under 
his arms with her ass off the floor. He thrust his face into her sopping 
pussy and started salvaging the wine that had seeped into the folds of her 
cunt. 

Mary moaned. The experience was brand-new. No man but David had ever touched 
her cunt with his lips or tongue. David had, of course, but that had been 
after the fuck. Besides, there was no similarity in the way it felt. She 
loved the feel of the wine and being eaten. 

She reached around her son's ass with both hands. She had to fumble a little 
bit, but she found his prick and hung onto it. She massaged the shaft with 
one hand while rubbing his cockhead with her other palm. 

Her cunt was aflame with horny thrilling sensations. She kicked wildly 
without disturbing David's methodical licking of her red-haired snatch. It 
was wild, she thought-even the way his ass flattened her knockers. But she 
had been mistaken in believing he had licked all the wine off her. Her whole 
body had a thin layer of the stuff left, and it was getting sticky as hell. 
When she squirmed, her skin stuck to David's, and every movement her son 
made dragged some part of her along. 

She never would have conceived of the position he had invented. After all, 
it wasn't designed for fucking-but for letting him eat her pussy, it was 
fantastic! His tongue worked its way into every crevice and across every 
slippery surface. From time to time, he found an extra-sensitive cranny and 
she banged her cunt up against his face. 

She began to suspect that he had quit worrying about the wine, too. He 
grabbed harder on the backs of her thighs to raise her ass further, and he 
was licking with strokes that were deliberately intended to heat her cunt to 
boiling. 

Excite her he did. She panted furiously. Her fists tightened on her son's 
prick and pounded up and down its shaft savagely. Sensations lanced through 
her body like tongues of fire. Her muscles jerked uncontrollably and her 
feet flailed. 

David stirred and grunted. He acted as if his crouched position was becoming 
uncomfortable. He rose on his knees and backed over her head. Her arms were 
hardly strong enough to stop her son's progress, and as he continued to lift 
her hips, she extended both arms past her face. 

When David stopped moving, he knelt just beyond his mother's head. He held 
her extended arms securely between his thighs, and her entire weight rested 
on the back of her shoulders. Her torso was vertical, her ass directly above 
her shoulders and her thighs pinned tightly in David's armpits. She was 
certain her cunt was gaping enough for his whole head to go in. 

David resumed his licking. His balls dangled above Mary's forehead and his 
cock jutted upward at a sharp angle over her face. Her mouth watered with 
frustrated desire to swallow the gleaming cockhead, but there was no 
possible way to capture it. Rational scheming was out of the question. 
Reaction to David's mouth seemed to outweigh every other consideration. 

He ran his tongue around her cunt rim and her hips swayed in tight, rapid 
circles. He caught one of her cuntlips between his teeth, sucked it into his 
mouth and began to chew it. Mary screeched and her hips bounced. Thrusting 
his mouth firmly into her gash, David drove his tongue into her cunt. She 
uttered a glad, guttural cry and made the quivering rim clutch at the 
intruding organ as if it were his cock. 

"Oh, sweetie, sweetie! Tongue-fuck me! In and out, darling! Please!" Her 
voice seemed muffled, absorbed by the sweaty, wine-caked flesh above her 
face. 

David reacted as if he heard. His tongue darted in, withdrew, and reentered, 
flicking like the tongue of a snake. His fingers pried the rim fully open. 
He stabbed the darting tongue around the inner neck of her tube while knives 
of delight pierced her loins. 

"Yes, yes!" she panted fiercely, and spit foamed from the comers of her 
mouth. 

With an heroic effort, she strained with her knees until she could lick her 
ankles behind her son's shoulders. In her attempt to vent at least part of 
her excitement in action, she managed to get hold of each of his ankles with 
her hands. Her body lashed and twisted in his grasp while her passion flew 
higher. 

"Oh, my! Davie, Davie, I'm coming! I'M COMING, DAVID! SUCK-SUCK ... SUCK!!!! 
... AHHHHH!" 

She tensed until the passion broke into violent trembling, then sagged. 
David had apparently not been prepared for the abrupt limpness; he tottered 
for a moment and fell over sideways. Mary moved herself feebly. She knew 
from the left-over sparks of excitement that seemed to flash inside her head 
that her cunt was not yet satisfied. Nor had David shot his pent-up load 
yet. To her relief, he responded willingly and let her roll him onto his 
back. Astride her son's burly chest, she straightened and pushed herself 
back. She lowered her cunt over his face and rubbed it provocatively on his 
mouth. He thrust his head up to increase the force of the contact. 

Certain that she had his hominess pointed in the right direction, she crept 
forward on all fours, then lowered her firm, round tits to his belly. His 
hardon lay uneasily on his lower abdomen, and she slipped her lips over its 
tip. 

She administered a loving tongue-bath, holding his shaft with both hands and 
laving his crimson cockhead with her flattened tongue. 

David's hips twitched sharply. He worked his hands down to her asscheeks and 
raised her pubes until he could get his mouth on her cunt. She squirmed in 
crazed lust. Everything was working out the way she had hoped it might 
really coming up rosy. 

While David resumed the tonguing that had already busted her butt once, she 
forced his bulging cockhead into her eager mouth. She had conceived a 
daring, un-likely goal, and she was in the best possible position to attempt 
it. Sucking greedily, she flattened herself on her son's belly. Her head was 
tilted back so that her throat lay against his hairy flesh and her chin was 
pushing into his pubic hair. As well as she knew how, she was reproducing 
the sword-swallower's posture. She used her elbows against the 
fabric-covered floor of the tent to hitch herself forward. Slowly and 
cautiously, she continued to work her mouth over the fat cock. The head 
lodged at the arch of her palate and her tongue got in the way. 

She forced her tongue forward under the spongy flare of the heated knob, 
then pushed timidly. For a brief period, she came close to giving up in 
despair; it seemed that David's cockhead was simply too fucking much bigger 
than the entrance to her throat. But the constriction gradually eased, and 
she felt the swollen bulb sliding past it. 

An automatic reflex triggered a moment of gagging; an involuntary swallow 
followed. To her immense delight, the swallowing motion pulled the cockhead 
deeper. A fierce throb of excitement raced over her when Mary knew she might 
succeed. Straining and sweating, she alternated between pushing, sucking and 
swallowing. Her lips sank down the long shaft of her son's prick a 
millimeter at a time, and the swollen cockhead sank the same painful 
distance down her throat. 

The fullness of her throat seemed to squeeze on her windpipe; her breath 
went through with barely enough air to meet her need. But she concluded that 
she could survive the hot cock strangling her. Happily, the worst passed 
quickly. When the cockhead got past the critical point, the narrower barrel 
of the shaft made it easier for her to breathe. 

Nearly half of the great cock remained to be engulfed when Mary reached the 
conclusion that she really could take all of it. She let go of it with one 
hand and seized David's hip. Levering his arm with one foot, she urged him 
silently to roll over. He seemed to understand at once, and in a moment she 
lay beneath him. 

She clutched at her son's asscheeks and moved them in a steady rhythm. 
Again, David dug it. Hesitantly at first, but rapidly developing confidence, 
he began to fuck her throat. Mary pulled herself further under him. For the 
moment, she tried to ignore the way he was biting at her cunt. She 
concentrated on helping him work his cock the rest of the way into her. 

She had a moment of panic when she felt the bulging head press under the 
bony connection between her collarbones. It had hardly occurred to her that 
at least two inches of his huge prick would be inside her chest, between her 
lungs. But there was no discomfort, and at last her lips were pressing 
against the root of his cock. 

David continued his fucking movements. His prick slid back and forth in her 
throat, and his balls rhythmically slapped the bridge of her nose. She had 
achieved her desire and need only keep her head at the right angle. The rest 
of her attention was free for what was happening at her crotch. 

David had stopped tongue-fucking her and was again exploring the puffy 
mounds of heated flesh around the boundaries of her sopping cunt. She raised 
her knees, and her son had seized her ankles and was now jamming her heels 
against her asscheeks. His upper arms rested against the inner sides of her 
thighs and forced them apart at a fierce angle. Her entire cuntal region lay 
exposed to his mouth, and only her ass was capable of movement. 

As they were moving, her ass bounced on the floor while her son's tongue 
slithered over hot nerves. Suddenly, to her absolute joy, he touched her 
clit. Her cunt leaped at his mouth. David grabbed the stiff little button in 
his mouth, inspired, and began to suck his mother off. 

Mary knew she had never experienced such exquisite feeling, such exciting 
sensations. Threads of fiery pleasure seemed to curl from the root of her 
clit to every other fiber in her body. Her blood roared lustily through her 
veins. The fantastic mouth on her cunt suddenly balanced that cock in her 
throat. 

David sucked and fucked. His prick pounded in her mouth and throat while her 
ass pounded the floor of the tent. She abandoned herself to the throes of 
orgasm. Unstoppable spasms of ecstasy racked her body. Her son, in response 
to her convulsions, slammed his cock to its fullest depth in her throat and 
ground his loins on her face. 

She felt his searing cum explode deep in her throat. Her swallowing reflex 
swept the thick masses into her stomach while she continued to buck in the 
throes of her own rocketing excitement. 

Her fingers clawed at the tight-clenched asscheeks; she felt the hard 
compression and her son's wild trembling and experienced a renewed burst of 
climactic force by knowing how deeply the moment was affecting him. 

He gave a great shudder and slumped on her, like a puppet whose strings had 
been slashed. His nuts slithered over her face and his pubic hair ground 
into her chin and throat. For a terrifying moment, her breathing blocked, 
but his cock began to shrivel at once, and Mary's frantic struggles let her 
tilt her head at an angle that renewed her air supply. 

She had not yet reached the end of her incredible come. Even her son's 
collapse contributed to the heat that knotted her belly and sparked the 
hungry contractions in her cunt. She clasped the quiet hips tenderly in her 
arms and continued to grind herself against the wet body that covered hers. 
Only slowly did the force of her spasms diminish. 

The time did come when she could relax one part of her body after another, 
and she regained full awareness of the shrunken prick that remained lodged 
in her throat. 

Heavy as he was, David was easy to roll off. By timing her shaky thrusts, 
she rolled him onto his back in one smooth movement and without disturbing 
her hold on his cock. She drew her head back fearfully, uncertain what would 
happen when the softened cockhead went past the constriction at the top of 
her throat. Except for a minor bumping that she overcame quickly, she had no 
trouble. 

She did not spit out the cockhead. Licking and sucking, she removed any 
traces of its unusual adventure and, to her triumphant satisfaction, coaxed 
new life into it. David shuddered and stirred. He groped for her head and 
ran his hands through her hair. 

"Mom, you're the greatest," he mumbled. "Mmmm." She released his stiffening 
prick and giggled. "Sorry for talking with my mouth full. How do you feel?" 

He stretched. "Wow! Like a new man! Did I really fuck you the way I thought 
I did?" 

"I think so." She fingered her throat and laughed again at her son's awed 
expression. "I didn't know I could do that!" 

"Geez, you sure did! How can you even talk now?" 

"Lucky. Just Sucker's luck." 

His mind seemed already to be wandering from the conversation. He was eyeing 
her voluptuous figure. She stroked his cock. 

"Come on," she coaxed. "Come on, beautiful meat, stand up for Mama." 

"You got him trained better than I ever did," David exclaimed. "First thing 
you know, he's gonna start talkin' back." 

"Actions speak louder than words. And he acts plenty loud for me to pay 
attention." 

"You gettin' ready to teach him somethin' else to say?" 

She tilted her head to one side, then dipped it to plant another quick kiss 
on the swelling cockhead. "Know what?" she asked gravely. "What, Mom?" 

"The very first time you stuck him into me, he learned as much as I knew. 
Anything I teach him from now on will be as new to me as it is to him." 

"No shit ... uh, no kiddin', Mom?" 

"No shit, son." 

David studied her speculatively. "I had a bitchin' idea while we were ... 
just before we started coming." 

"Yeah? What kind of idea?" She shivered. David was practically drooling now 
as he ran his gaze back and forth over her. Whatever he had dreamed up was 
going to drive her back into that frenzy that had come to occupy her so much 
lately. 

"Let me show you," he said. His voice cracked. 

She noted that sign of his suddenly cresting excitement and observed the 
abrupt, heated throbbing in his cock. 

He scrambled to his knees and tipped her onto her back. Slipping his hands 
beneath her ass, he lifted it to stand her on her shoulders and the back of 
her neck. She groped at his knees. He pushed her legs apart with his head, 
so that her thighs rested on his shoulders and her cunt lay wide open 
beneath his chin. Encircling her waist with his arms and clutching her 
tightly to him, he staggered to his feet. She hung her head down, weight 
suspended on the fronts of her thighs, his arm a muscular bar across the 
small of her back, and her face brushing his rampant dick. Her tits hung in 
an inverted position, their hard nipples flattened against her son's belly, 
and she was fleetingly aware of the fact that her long red hair reached 
almost to the floor. 

Consciousness of her strange position faded in the rush of lust that flooded 
her when David's boyish mouth closed on her cunt. In the first rush of 
cuntal thrill, she bent her knees and pressed her heels against the back of 
David's head. She put one arm around his ass and grabbed the shaft of his 
prick with her other hand, as if seizing a great big candy stick. She began 
at once to mouth his prick, placing her lips halfway down the rigid sides 
and sucking as she drew back, the way she would have done with an ice cream 
cone. 

David stood with his feet braced wide. He leaned back from the hips to 
balance his mother's weight. His face was buried in the full flesh of her 
upturned asscheeks, his mouth burrowed into the trough between her cuntlips. 
He drove his tongue deep into her cunt, twirling it around the quivering 
rim, slickly and passionately. 

Mary jerked her knees spasmodically. Her thighs drove against the hollows of 
her son's shoulders to jack her ass up and down to the pressure of David's 
mouth. Her mounting waves of lust made her greedy, and she gobbled at the 
swollen cockhead. 

She had worried briefly about her son's arm, wondering if it might relax and 
let her plunge headfirst to the floor. But the luscious swell of her hips 
rested on the muscular forearm firmly and securely, and she gathered the 
courage to release her own hold on his body. Clutching his cock with both 
hands, to keep his cockhead in her mouth, she let her torso, from waist to 
shoulders, swing with the horny contractions of her belly muscles. It was a 
sexy experience, not only that of being upside down, but feeling her jugs 
smack repeatedly against David's belly. 

Her bouncing made her mouth pull back and forth on the throbbing cockhead 
and she quickly became accustomed to the impact of the spongy tip of the 
cock against her palate. 

She felt the muscles in her thighs and asscheeks flexing violently, then 
relaxing and bunching again, and could imagine what a hot view her son could 
see. Another time, she thought wryly, she would have died of shame. Tonight, 
something made her wildly desirous of displaying everything in the frankest 
ways possible. 

She found she had learned, during the hours she and David had spent fucking 
during the past day, to exercise a surprising amount of control over her 
cunt rim. She could tighten it until it squeezed powerfully on whatever 
might be in its grip, and she could make it wink as fast as she could blink 
her eyes. She made it wink that way on her son's probing tongue. The cuntal 
grasp heightened the effects of his tongue-fucking and made waves of 
breathtaking heat rock her head. 

She knew she was approaching another orgasm. She had come to anticipate the 
plateau of frenzied sensation that preceded coming with keen delight, and 
she was aware of the fact that she was rapidly succumbing to the temptation 
to spend all her waking hours trying to reach that state. Now she wallowed 
in the glory of her passion. She twisted and bucked, totally unconcerned 
about all else as she surrendered all responsibility to her sturdy young 
son. She ignored everything but the churning pleasure throughout her cunt 
and the hot, throbbing bulb of her son's cockhead that she held in her 
mouth. 

To her amazement, David started to walk. His movements took nothing from the 
wonderful chomping of his mouth; in fact, it sharply intensified all of 
Mary's sensations and set her shoulders to swinging from side to side, which 
scrubbed her big breasts back and forth over the wiry hair on David's belly. 

She clamped her eyes shut and sucked savagely on David's cock, trying hard 
to express her pleasure. 

Outside the tent, David lowered himself onto one of the camp chairs, so that 
Mary suddenly found her shoulders nearly touching her son's thighs. She no 
longer cared what his position was; she was climbing the last sheer cliff of 
fuck-lust that had to explode in the ultimate earthquake of come. 

She gobbled her son's cock in the blissful knowledge that she was coming. 
She could already feel the preliminary fluttering in the depths of her 
belly, and her ass was rocking in orgasmic rhythm. But she had taken her son 
too much for granted! 

Without warning, he shifted his mouth to her clit. He sucked the rigid roll 
of meat deep into his mouth, dragging with it all the slick flesh that 
surrounded it. He pressed it against the roof of his mouth with his tongue 
and rolled it slowly from side to side. 

Mary's muscles tensed frantically. Lust exploded through her system. A 
deep-throated shriek welled past the fat cockhead that filled her mouth. She 
braced her hands on her son's thighs and thrust herself out and up, her back 
arching from the restraint of David's arms. 

For a long moment, she held the strained posture while she poured out the 
flood of pleasure that threatened to dissolve her atoms. Then, primitive 
lust driving the last vestige of pride from her mind-she flung herself upon 
his cock again, gulping it to the back of her throat and sucking harder than 
before. 

Her ass moved wildly. Her tits scrubbed unmercifully on her son's belly. She 
clawed at his asscheeks while wave after crashing wave of come-spasms swept 
her body. David's cock leaped in her mouth. His balls pulled upward in their 
sac to nestle against the base of his cock. The meaty underside of the 
pulsing dick pumped with mighty strokes and hot cum boiled into Mary's 
throat. 

The volume of the thick, milky eruption surpassed anything she had ever 
experienced. It filled her mouth, outran her frantic swallowing and welled 
into the cavities behind her nose. She held her breath and swallowed more 
greedily. Despite her efforts, she felt clumps of the hot jism burst past 
her clutching lips and bubble from her nostrils. 

Only for a moment did the eruption defeat her. The first powerful shot 
slowed to a rhythmic welling, and her throat pumped the excess toward her 
stomach. She expelled her pent-up breath, the air clearing her nose and she 
concentrated on swallowing to the rhythm of the continuing spasms of her 
cunt. 

David's hips stopped jerking. His body slumped beneath her. She clamped her 
thighs brutally on his head and hung helpless in the dwindling grip of her 
own coming. His cock shrank while she sucked the remnants of her son's 
cottony jism from it. In the final weakening convulsions of her orgasm, she 
let the cock escape from her mouth. The tenseness drained from her body and 
she hung limp, her shoulders riding David's thighs and her head dangling 
loosely between his relaxed legs. 

She hung there against his body for a long time. Her arms felt like lead 
weights, and her fingertips brushed the ground. David's hairy thighs clasped 
her face, his sweat cooling her face and mingling with the caking strands of 
cum that had escaped her. His flaccid cock lay stickily against the base of 
her throat and her tits flattened on her son's belly. 

At last, David sighed and stirred. He slipped forward off the chair and 
awkwardly lowered Mary to the ground, where she lay gazing skyward with her 
mind blank after the sixty-nine that had drained them both. 

CHAPTER NINE 

Mary became aware of a gusting breeze. It came out of the south, warm and 
fragrant. She stirred, struggled briefly to rise, then fell back and 
surrendered to the intimate caresses of her naked body. Sexual satisfaction 
as deep as that which suffused her at this moment was too rare to profane by 
moving. 

She awakened in the gray light before dawn. For some seconds she was 
confused. Instead of the walls of the tent, she saw trees and sky. Only 
slowly did the memory of their sex return, and it came in fragmented bits. 
When her senses had fully marshaled themselves, she turned her head to look 
for David. A cruel pain streaked across her head behind her eyes and her 
stomach seemed to flip. 

She groaned softly. "Goddamn wine! Oh, why did I have to drink so much?" 

David lay a few feet from her, sprawled loosely and snoring. She became 
aware of warmth at her other side. Slowly she forced herself to turn her 
head again. The sun warmed her flank as it rose and fell with her peaceful, 
sated breath. 

"Not this morning, you son of a bitch," she murmured softly. "Lots of other 
times, but not this morning, if I can help it. No sunburn for me. 

She rolled cautiously into the shade and rose soundlessly to her feet. "To 
hell with you," she whispered. "I'm going to take a bath." 

She scrounged for soap and towel and washcloth, then stole out of the 
clearing. The breeze she had felt during the night's fucking continued to 
blow. The air was as warm already as it normally was at noon, and she 
realized dismally that she and her son were in for a scorcher. The moment 
the wind died, mosquitoes would be all over the place, and there would be a 
thousand varieties of unnamed insects to reinforce them in biting the 
incestuous couple's bodies. 

She waded well out from shore and ducked under the water. After soaking 
thoroughly, she waded back to the edge of the water to soap herself. She 
scrubbed with a vengeance, conscious of multiple layers of dried cum, wine 
stains, dust and sweat that were being dissolved. 

At last, her skin tingling, she returned to the water and dunked herself 
repeatedly. When the last of the soap had rinsed away, she rolled onto her 
back and floated while she watched the sunrise. With the sun's rays kissing 
her tits and belly, she swam aimlessly to work out kinks in her muscles. 
While she swam, she pondered the situation and her son's happy lustfulness. 

If the woods did heat up as she expected, camping would quickly become an 
endurance test instead of a vacation. All the fun would be gone, and what 
ought to be an endless succession of joyful fucking would turn into the 
bleakest kind of torture. They ought to break camp and make a run for 
civilization. Unfortunately, the whole incredible sexual journey had become 
the focal point of David's life, and it would fuck him up to dump the rest 
of the trip. 

She shook off the gloom that threatened to swallow her and swam back to the 
beach. After toweling herself vigorously, she leaned back deeply and let the 
heated gusts play with her glowing flesh. When she finally started along the 
path to camp, her mental state had fully returned to one of joy and 
confidence and sexy alertness. 

David greeted her with distress. "God, Mom!" he groaned and clutched at his 
head. "I got a fucking hangover! Ohhh, I want to die!" 

"Horseshit!" she exclaimed. 

Her son jerked upright, his jaw hanging and his eyes wide open. "Huh?" 

"Horseshit, I said! Go on down to the lake and take a good bath. You'll feel 
great when you get through." 

Dubiously, David took the soap from her and waited while she got a towel and 
washcloth for him. He accepted them and edged unenthusiastically toward the 
path. 

"Where'd the wind come from?" he asked in a tone of disgust. 

"Where would it?" she retorted. 

"Aw, shit! You know what I mean." 

"Go on! Get out of here with your shitty disposition!" she demanded. She 
shooed him out of the clearing. "Go on, now, get into that water! You'll 
feel like a sixteen year old when you come out, instead of a grumpy old 
turd." 

"Ugh. It's that damn wine that did it." 

David's hangover failed to dampen Mary's lewd spirits. She knew from her own 
experience what a metamorphosis the lake would effect in her son. She knew, 
too, what a ravenous appetite he would bring back to camp-and not just for 
food. She broke out the supplies and began to build a breakfast to match the 
occasion. 

When David did return, he was as horny and enthusiastic as she had 
anticipated. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "I could smell that ham all the way to the 
lake! I could eat three horses!" 

"Pitch in," she replied cheerily. "There's more than we'll be able to eat 
this morning. Special for my birthday kid." 

"Huh? Oh, yeah!" He grinned delightedly. "Hey, I'm really sixteen! Eeyow!" 

Mary fended off his exuberant rush and propelled him toward the stump she 
had spread their breakfast on. 

"Eat up, now. It takes man-sized nourishment to keep a man-sized game 
going." 

David leered at her naked tits and dropped into his chair. The way he 
attacked the food he piled on his plate, Mary knew he had every intention of 
pursuing the fuck-game she had hinted at. But half-way through the meal, he 
began to squirm. 

"Man, it's gonna be hot as holy shit today!" he predicted. 

"Hotter," she responded. "Just wait until that wind quits!" 

"Yeah, wow! Good thing there's plenty of water, the way we're gonna be 
sweatin'!" He slipped a bite of toast into his mouth. 

The wind did die before they had finished cleaning up the breakfast mess. 
The mosquitoes Mary expected failed to put in their appearance, but within 
minutes droves of flies came out. She could hardly imagine where they had 
been hiding; she had not seen one the previous day. But they swarmed so 
thickly that she and David spent half their energy merely brushing them 
away. 

"Whew!" David whistled. "Goddamn pests! Drive a guy right out of his mind!" 

Mary nodded grimly. A disquieting thought had crept into her mind and 
refused to leave. In his enthusiasm for sexual sport, David was almost 
certain to come up with some new wrinkle to the game of tying her up. He was 
most likely to spring it on her when they were both far gone in lewdness, 
and she would be securely immobilized before the thought of protesting 
crossed her mind. The flies would have a field day. She shuddered as her 
imagination conjured up a vivid picture of thousands of black flies clinging 
in a seething mass to her cunt. 

But David appeared to be suffering far worse than she, already. He struck 
out in frantic rage at the persistent creatures, and finally turned to her 
in desperation. 

"Shit, Mom!" he blurted. "I don't know about you, but I don't know how 
nudists can stand the goddamn bugs! I gotta get some clothes on!" 

"I'm with you!" she echoed his disgust. 

They bolted for the tent. David grabbed a towel and flailed at the air, 
driving the flies through the opening, then dropped the mosquito netting and 
fastened it. He prowled morosely, squashing the few refugees that had failed 
to escape in time. 

Mary experienced an unexpected rush of self-consciousness as she fastened 
her bra in place. She had found herself able to adjust rapidly to being 
continuously naked around her naked, studly son. It was partly a matter of 
getting used to seeing and being seen, she supposed, and partly the fact 
that their touches and fucking so far outdistanced mere visual exposure. 

Getting into clothes brought back the old patterns of self-awareness with 
unbelievable force. She actually trembled in her haste to get her panties 
on. She caught David eyeing her with a grin and snapped at him. 

"What's so damn funny?" she demanded. 

His grin broadened. "The way you're all of a sudden so embarrassed to have 
anything hangin' out," he replied. With a deliberate leer, he thrust his 
hips forward and rubbed his palm over his cock. 

"DAVID JOSEPH!" Her tone sounded thoroughly scandalized. "For God's sake!" 

"Yeaaah!" he chuckled with an evil note in his voice. "Dirty-minded kid, 
huh, Mom!" 

She had to laugh in spite of herself. "You could turn into one, I bet!" 

"And how!" 

David jammed his feet through his legs of his shorts and hauled the garment 
up. Mary selected her sheerest blouse and wriggled into it. Her skin was 
already sticky with sweat, and her earlier lust was oozing away. While David 
shrugged into a shirt and his Levi's, she glumly shook out her own 
feminine-styled Levi's and struggled to pull them on over her sweaty legs. 

David zipped his fly and ogled her. The Levi's had stuck just above her 
knees and were stubbornly resisting her irritated tugging. Her flesh was 
pinkly creamy between the tight Levi's and the lower edge of her panties, 
and she realized that wisps of coppery cunt hair peeped from beneath the 
lacy garment that was supposed to hide them. Frustration and embarrassment 
reduced her almost to tears before her sense of the ridiculous came to her 
rescue. 

She chuckled, then dissolved in laughter. Helpless, she toppled backward and 
lay quaking, knees drawn up against her chest, while her mirth twisted her 
body. 

As she might have expected, David's adolescent horniness outweighed his 
temporary discomfort. He straddled her shins and squatted to hold them down, 
his butt in her face. While she struggled fruitlessly, he worked her panties 
off her hips and back onto her thighs, out of the way. His strong fingers 
groped into the gash between her cunt lips to find cunt-mouth and clit. 

Mary submitted with rapidly growing willingness, although she had no way to 
discourage her son. Her ass began to bounce and weave, and David lowered his 
knees to the floor, squeezing Mary's calves together and crushing her thighs 
against her belly. By settling back and pressing her knees closer to her 
chest, he made her ass rise into the air. She felt her cunt lips swelling 
and spreading, and moaned in pleasure as David thrust his fingers into the 
gaping snatch. 

He shifted his weight to his right knee and twisted so that his left thigh 
bridged her shins, his left foot now on the floor but his knee up. Mary 
cried out with an undulating yell of approval while her son forced his young 
hand through her winking cuntmouth and into her pussy cave. For the second 
time, she experienced the incredible sensation of being arm-fucked. 

She had been hugging her thighs when David had taken her by surprise. His 
unexpected move had trapped her forearms between thighs and calves, nor had 
she yet been able to drag her arms free. More helpless and doubled than any 
ropes could have made her, she could now use only the leverage of her shins 
against the back of her son's thigh to bounce her ass up and down. 

David found her clit with his hand and began to rub its sensitive tip. 
Jagged tongues of lightning-like heat shot through her. She screamed to 
relieve the violent pressure of her lust. The bouncing of her ass quickened 
and jerked her through greater arcs, until her cuntmouth plunged up and down 
around David's strong wrist. Instead of his arm fucking her, she was fucking 
it. 

She felt the sweat flowing over her skin and saw the dark wetness of David's 
sweat spreading across his shirt. Discomfort under any other circumstances 
became sexy pleasure in the excitement of her passion. 

Her churning mounted and flung her into the chaos of unrestrained orgasm. 

"OMIGOD, OMIGOD, OMIGOD!" she shrieked. "COMMMIIIINNNGGG...! EEEEEEE...!" 

Her cunt-quakes seemed to wring her out, but they gradually subsided. 

David swung his leg off hers. Weakly, she extended her legs and clutched at 
his bulging wrist. He did not immediately pull his hand out of her. She 
snapped her head back sharply, eyes closed and teeth clenched, and endured 
the cunt-throbs that matched her heartbeat. Drawing her thighs toward each 
other amplified the monstrous pressure in her cuntmouth; she minimized it by 
pulling her heels up to her ass and letting her knees fall away from each 
other. 

Slowly, coordination returned to her body. She gritted her teeth and 
extended her legs again. David made no effort to restrain her when she tried 
to roll over, although she had to struggle fiercely to work her leg over his 
arm. She felt his arm turning in her cuntmouth, knowing it was really her 
cuntmouth doing the turning. 

When she lay on her belly, she hesitantly drew her knees toward her and 
pushed herself onto her hands and knees. Her Levis and panties lay halfway 
across the tent; either they had come off in the violence of her orgasm or 
David had stripped them from her. Naked from the waist down, her blouse 
twisted on her tits she sagged motionless on widespread hands and knees with 
David's sturdy arm disappearing into her cunt. 

Her head hung between her arms and her hair splayed over the floor while she 
stared back under herself at the sexy view. 

"Aren't ... aren't you going to pull it out?" she asked. Her voice squeaked 
with the effort of forcing the words. 

David chortled. "Feels good, Ma." 

"MA!" She screeched. "Disrespectful little shit! Where do you ...?" 

She felt an abrupt expansion of the mass inside her belly, and the wrist in 
the grip of her cuntmouth swelled. 

"Aghhh!" She gasped. "Whadja do?" 

"Just spread my fist a little," replied David innocently. "Like it?" 

"Oh, Jesus!" She muttered. "Come on, David, get it out." 

"Aw, Mom!" 

"Okay, okay!" she expelled her breath sharply. 

Her first effort was to pull free by thrusting forward, but David's fist 
proved too thick to go through the bony ring in the base of her pelvis. The 
weird experience of being restrained by something locked inside her cunt 
snapped her judgment, and she began energetic contortions in hope of somehow 
twisting off the maddening arm lodged deep in her cunt. 

She pushed herself erect, although still on her knees, seized her son's arm 
with both hands. She twisted and strained without success. The only 
perceptible results were rivers of fresh sweat and a distinct increase in 
the level of her lusty sexual heat. 

She staggered to her feet by clutching at her son's shoulder for support. 
Once up, she discovered it impossible to bring her feet together, but had to 
spread them widely to keep the horny feelings in her cunt at a bearable 
pitch. 

David slipped his other hand onto the small of her back to support her, and 
she bent backward at a steep angle until she could weather a fit of 
trembling that passed over her. 

Drunkenly, she lurched forward to press against him with her belly. Her most 
determined effort failed to quell the rising impulse to pump her hips. Her 
knees loosened to let her sink further onto the buried arm, and without 
conscious direction, she began to ease herself up and down on the unyielding 
shaft of his arm. 

"Ah-ah-ah...!" She uttered a low, quavering wail of fuck-pleasure. 

The growing heat of feeling in her cunt rippled over her in exquisite 
variation. Her clit rubbed on her son's biceps and his shoulder was an 
immovable stone on which her belly massaged itself. She clutched both fists 
in his hair and flung her head back. 

"Aiee ... yi-yi-yi...!" she yelled. "David, dear David!" 

She snapped her hips convulsively back and forth, her snatch ablaze with 
sizzling pleasure. 

The orgasm should have been merely one repetition in a blurred series. 
Instead, Mary noted with distraction that it was unique, as every previous 
one had been. A contraction was not simply another contraction. Every train 
of cuntal shaking had somehow a different character-substitute. 

Her son lowered himself to sit with his legs extended and torso leaning 
back, braced by his arms. His hardon frightened his mother; it was 
altogether too red and swollen as it protruded from his open fly, the 
biggest she'd ever seen. 

She turned her back on him, straddled his loins and squatted flatfooted. Her 
cunt rim settled onto his cockhead. When her flesh and his were firmly 
meshed she relaxed her legs, and dropped. His erect cock had nowhere to go; 
it stood like an iron pole while she plunged down its length to crash onto 
his groin. 

David shouted hoarsely, and Mary gasped. She had felt momentarily as if the 
huge cockhead had gone through her guts instead of displacing them. 

She tensed her thighs again and lifted her ass from her son's sweat-soaked 
Levi's. Grabbing her knees, she began to move her cunt stroking her son's 
prick fluidly. 

He dropped backward to the floor. He seized her asscheeks and added the 
brutal strength of his arms to the shaky moves of her legs. To her chagrin, 
he fucked upward too hard during one stroke, and she rose off his thick 
cock. 

She muttered with fury. David pulled her down immediately, stopping her at 
contact with his cockhead. 

"No, no! That's my ass!" she exclaimed. 

Her weight forced her asshole onto the slimy cockhead even as she tried to 
reverse direction. Slickened by her own sweat and the thick layers of her 
goo on David's cock, her asshole stretched and swallowed the jerking prick. 
Punching through her feeble resistance, David pulled her down until she sat 
on the hilt of his cock. 

"Up your ass, Mom!" he cried exultantly. "Fuck away!" 

The first rectal pains that had knifed through her ass had yielded to a 
persistent throb that was difficult to distinguish from the insanely hot 
feeling his arm had stuffed into her cunt. Panting heavily, she obeyed his 
cruel suggestion and started fucking again. She bounced her ass wildly, her 
son's grip on her hips always stopping her upward thrust just before she 
could fling herself off the brutal cockhead. 

It came to her as a shock-her lustful fleshy excitement had stopped 
climbing. She was not losing her passionate heat, but neither was she coming 
any closer to orgasm. The knowledge steadied her and converted her 
hysterical bouncing into smooth stroking on his shaft. 

David's fingers tightened and dug deep into the yielding flesh of her hips. 
His cock thrust upward and his rigid legs trembled violently. Moans bubbled 
from his open mouth and she looked down to see his balls surging up and down 
in the wrinkled sac. 

Sudden spasms snapped his hips upward in bursts of activity and Mary felt 
his cum spew in her asshole. She continued to stroke up and down on the 
pulsing dick until the fountain of hot jism stopped, then she settled 
quickly onto the root of the spent prick before it had begun to shrink. 

Her chest heaved with the labor of the butt-fuck. Her blouse clung to her 
tits, dripping with her sweat. The salt of their sweat stung her ass where 
his coarse pubic bristles had scraped her flesh. She wiped sweat out of her 
eyes and slumped wearily, fucked out, for a change. 

Beneath her, David groaned fretfully. "You squeeze me much harder and my 
ass-reamer's gonna bust off," he complained. 

Mary laughed halfheartedly. She bent forward and dropped to her knees. The 
movement pulled David's cock from her asshole with a jolt. For an instant, 
she thought she would come from the feeling. The burning subsided and left 
only a lingering pleasure in her cum-filled ass. 

She stayed on her hands and knees for a time while David stroked her 
asscheeks. When she had fully caught her breath and stopped shaking from her 
ass-come, she crawled away from him to retrieve her clothes. 

She squirmed into her panties and finally managed to get her Levi's on. With 
a deep sigh, she rolled over to face her son, the mother-bugger. 

He had zipped his fly and lay watching her. She detected a troubled 
expression around his eyes. 

CHAPTER TEN 

"Anything wrong, Davie?" She panicked at the notion that their sodomy trip 
might have brought on a negative reaction. 

He grumbled. "Too goddamn hot and muggy! Enough to take the starch out of 
any man!" 

She nodded. He was right; the humidity had climbed incredibly since the wind 
had stopped blowing. Perhaps they were in for a storm. It was her turn to 
groan. A storm was not likely to be the most inspiring experience here on 
the island. The lake was long enough to have pretty big waves, and now that 
she thought about it, some of the brush heaps did look as if they might have 
been piled up by flood waters. 

She tried to put it out of her mind. She had inquired about the weather they 
might expect, and the probability of a real ball breaker storm at this 
season was so remote the Weather Bureau people had told her the idea was 
bullshit. 

Whether David had considered that or not, he was clearly developing hate for 
the spot. Even at home, she had seen him fly into shit-stomping rage when 
the bugs got too bad, and as for humid heat, he stayed in the best 
air-conditioned room in the house. 

"Know what?" he muttered. "Maybe we ought to turn around and head back. 
Ain't gonna be much fun if we gotta fight this shit for the next six days." 

Mary felt inclined to agree. The abrupt change in the air didn't have to 
mean a storm, but if not it was certain to bring at least two weeks' heat 
wave. 

"It wouldn't ruin everything for you if we did that?" she asked. 

"Naw. At least we'd have air conditioning and screens at home. Here, we 
can't even go out to cook a meal without the fucking bugs makin' a meal 
outta us." 

They did cut his birthday cake, eating as much of it as they could-inside 
the tent-and burying the rest with their other garbage. Then they broke camp 
and headed the canoe back the way they had come. 

Mary laughed silently at David when it was time to leave. Even if Mary had 
not been determined to take the ropes with them, David would have done 
anything to avoid leaving them. 

Mary knelt near the bow, which was completely out of the water most of the 
time. She was effective with a paddle, and their craft skimmed rapidly 
homeward. 

Fortunately, the insects abandoned them by the time they had paddled a mile 
from the island, and only occasional swarms came out from the shore to 
pester them. Mosquitoes found their temporary camp that night and gave them 
several miserable hours. The next day's paddling took them to the end of the 
lake, and the river current took a half-day's time off the length of the 
journey. 

The result was that they reached Wellingtons' less than two hours after dark 
and were home by midnight. Mary took advantage of civilized kitchen 
facilities to put together a substantial snack while David showered. When he 
came out, she took her turn and came back to the kitchen fresh and 
comfortable in a revealing negligee she had not worn for years. 

Her son's eyes gleamed as he took in the sexy spectacle, and his hands were 
all over her while she was trying to serve the food. But by the time he had 
satisfied the hunger he had developed since their scanty lunch, his eyelids 
were drooping and his interest in her nearly naked body had sunk to almost 
nothing. 

When he rose and mumbled something about bed, Mary smiled tenderly at him. 

"I thought it might be best to keep your birthday presents here, rather than 
take them all with us. You can open them in the morning. Okay?" 

"Okay." He barely managed to speak. "Thanks, Mom." And he stumbled toward 
his room. 

Mary stayed up for a while. David might let one day slip past without 
dragging out the ropes, but she had her doubts, and she preferred not to go 
around with bruised wrists and ankles. 

She found two belts she had stopped wearing and cut them into appropriate 
lengths to make into cuffs. With David's leatherworking tools, it was not 
difficult to produce finely fashioned pieces that fit well and felt 
comfortable, even under strain. She chuckled at herself for going overboard 
with the D-rings, putting three on each cuff at equally spaced intervals. 
But however extravagant the appearance, David's homiest fantasies could be 
achieved better without the inconvenience of a poorly placed ring. 

She wrapped the set and put the package with the others and finally went to 
bed. She was in the floating state between sleep and awareness when it 
occurred to her that she might have been wiser to lay the package of cuffs 
aside than to leave it with the other gifts. She could have revealed it to 
David the first time he started to use his ropes, that way; as it was, the 
mere sight of such special-purpose gear was certain to result in immediate 
application. However, she was too drowsy to stir, and she let the thought 
slip away without doing anything about it. 

A passing milk truck awoke her with its noisy engine just before dawn. After 
she had oriented herself, she stretched sensually and let the prospect of 
home sex routines seep into her. So far as any of her friends or David's 
were concerned, she and David were still out in the woods and would be for 
at least another five or six days. If the weather had spoiled the trip her 
son had dreamed about for so many months, her homemade fucking lessons did 
not depend on surroundings. Unless David felt a need for people, the privacy 
they had enjoyed during the trip might well be continued right here. 

She mulled the idea. There were practical elements that might cause 
problems, but they might be avoided. The freezer was stocked; it contained 
everything they would need for more than a month, in a pinch. They could 
live royally without once going out of the house. 

The layout of the house and yard seemed more than adequate to hide the fact 
they were back. The house sprawled across the lot and the garage was 
attached. The strips between the buildings and the property lines were 
enclosed with redwood fences eight feet high, as was the back yard. With a 
heat wave in progress and the air conditioner on, none of the front windows 
or drapes would need to be opened, and the living quarters faced the rear of 
the house so that the lights would not be visible to the neighbors at night. 
The air conditioning unit itself had been installed with a guarantee of 
silent operation. It was designed for that purpose, and insulation had been 
added so that the hum that did remain was too weak to be heard either in the 
house of as far as the property lines. 

Newspaper, mail and milk deliveries had been stopped. David had anticipated 
going without milk on the trip so there would be no need to start that. They 
could easily do without the newspaper and mail. 

She sighed comfortably and gave thanks for the job she had taken as soon as 
she could work after David's birth. For a girl just turned seventeen, it had 
been a stroke of fantastic good fortune. Hard work and outside studies had 
enabled her to advance her rank over the years, and the benefits had 
increased until she was now entitled to sixty days vacation each year. 
Everything was going great for David and her, she decided. 

She licked back the covers and got out of bed. After her shower, she took 
her time selecting her clothes for the day. She smiled, reflecting on the 
kind of considerations that mattered in her choice. 

She automatically ruled out all bras that had no catch in front. Under 
duress, David might have trouble getting them off. Panties offered no real 
problem, but she did have a few special pair that had an advantage over the 
others. She would wear such a pair today-bikini style nylon netting with 
catches at both hips-in the bands that shamelessly exposed both hips, she 
corrected herself. 

For today, again, she went all out in her blouse selection. She had one in 
particular that tied bandana-like between the breasts and had a neckpiece 
that tied at the back of her neck. For normal wear, she would hardly think 
of removing it by untying the knot in front, but David's horny hands might 
make that useful. 

One of her flared wrap-around skirts would complete the ensemble. She would 
wear one of the ankle-length ones, to tease her son a bit more. 

The selection made, Mary dressed and made up quickly. She piled her hair on 
top of her head, held by inconspicuous hairpins. A green ribbon threaded 
through one of the pins and dangled at the back of her head added a lewdly 
festive touch. 

She had intended to have breakfast ready before awakening David. As it 
turned out, her son was already prowling in the kitchen when she got there. 
Crumbs on the drainboard and a smudge of jam at the comer of his mouth 
indicated that he had already done some imaging. 

"Got the coffee hot for you, Mom," he volunteered. 

"Oh, thanks!" 

He poured it for her. It was obvious that he recalled that she never ate 
breakfast at home. 

"Think I could open my presents now, Mom?" he asked. 

She felt tenderness toward this youngster who looked and acted grown-up in 
so many ways, but revealed the little-boyishness that remained so sweetly. 

"Why not?" 

"I saw you had 'em piled on the dining room table," he remarked with 
transparent casualness. Then, with a sudden grin, "Couldn't make any of 'em 
rattle." 

"They'd better not," she replied. "Come on. Might as well see what you've 
got." 

While he was fussing with the wrappings on the first package, Mary 
surreptitiously slid the one with the cuffs behind the centerpiece. It was 
too late to hide it, but at least he could open it last. 

He showed his pleasure at each gift. He was still sufficiently unspoiled to 
register honest emotion, and everyone who had sent presents had chosen well. 
He seemed especially pleased with a device for batting practice his 
grandparents had sent. 

It consisted of a weighted base some two feet in diameter that was fitted 
with a two-and-a-half-inch thick steel bar for a pedestal. When David began 
to assemble the set in the archway to the living room, Mary realized the 
pedestal was a thick-walled pipe, rather than a solid bar. Thirty inches 
high, from the surface to the base, the pedestal was threaded on the inside 
to receive the fitting of a flexible rod to which the practice ball was 
attached. A timed-release sling was attached by more special fittings so 
that the ball could be pitched to the batter at an unpredictable time and 
velocity. 

David explained the mechanism to her, but she decided she would have little 
use for the knowledge. David grinned and disassembled it, slipping a domed 
sleeve over the upper end of the pedestal to prevent accidental injury on 
the edges. 

"Neat!" he kept repeating. "They really picked out a neat one! Y'know, that 
thing can pitch as fast as a major league pitcher!" 

Mary made the sounds of being impressed. 

Apart from the concession to David's interest in baseball, he received no 
other sports-oriented gifts. Books and tapes from lists he had supplied made 
up the bulk of what he unwrapped. And Mary sneaked the package containing 
the cuffs into sight while he was examining the last book. 

One other large package remained to be opened, and. both David and Mary knew 
it contained the net to be used with the batting machine. But David opened 
it, oohing and ahhing over its strength and construction. 

He dumped it beside the batting pedestal and returned to open the final 
package. 

He gazed blankly at the cuffs for a moment, picking one up to examine its 
spongy lining, then looked up at Mary with astonishment. 

"You made these! Last night!" 

She nodded. The way her skin burned, she knew she was blushing from the 
roots of her hair all the way down to her toes. 

David continued to stare, then chuckled sympathetically. "Don't be 
embarrassed, Mom!" he exclaimed in his little-boy tone. "Be a lot more 
comfortable than those old pieces of clothesline!" 

"Sure will." She strangled on the reply. "They're super! Fit good?" 

"They'd better." 

"C'n I see?" 

She extended one hand. David lovingly fitted one of the wrist-cuffs, drawing 
it snug but not tight enough to impair her circulation. She had taken great 
care about the fit, of course, and David's caution confirmed her confidence. 
Naturally, he could only be satisfied by verifying that each of the other 
cuffs fitted as well. Mary offered no objection, and soon wore both wrist 
and ankle cuffs as if they were items of jewelry. 

She managed to forestall immediate activity by broaching the subject of 
remaining in hiding for the time the trip would have taken. David considered 
her analysis and agreed wholeheartedly. Upon his request, which appeared to 
be prompted mostly by the prospect she had just laid out for him, she 
consented to wear the cuffs as full-time accessories until they decided to 
rejoin the public. 

While the concession cost her some butterflies in the belly, she was more 
than willing to make her own contribution toward eliminating the delays in 
applying the cuffs when the desire struck David. 

He wandered off to his room and she collected the gift wrappings and put 
them into a bag. David returned while she was putting the bag in the utility 
room. 

He dug into his pocket and pulled out a mountain climber's D-ring-a clever 
device for attaching climbing ropes and slings. 

"Look what I can do with this!" he exclaimed. 

Mary understood instantly. She offered no resistance while he passed it 
through one of the cuff rings on her right wrist, pulled her hands behind 
her and connected it to a ring in the other cuff. She stood quietly 
trembling, while he took the opportunity to feel her up. He did a thorough 
job of that, mauling her tits gloriously, massaging her belly, kneading her 
ass, and finally thrusting his hand through the overlap of the wrap-around 
skirt and rubbing her cunt through her panties. 

The panties seemed to annoy him. He knelt before her and pulled the skirt 
open. His eyes widened perceptibly when he caught sight of the flimsy 
panties, and he paused to reconsider. But his original intention prevailed, 
and he unfastened the hooks at either side and let them drop. 

Mary smiled. She was already warming to the anticipated sex-play and being 
rid of the panties simply brought her one step closer to the fucking she 
welcomed. 

David unfastened the front catch of her strapless bra and laid that aside as 
well. He stood behind her and fondled her tits with one hand while massaging 
her cunt-lips with the other. 

Mary discovered that he had positioned her in front of one of the 
dining-room mirrors, and it fascinated her to see that both of his hands 
were concealed by her outer clothing, even while she was responding to his 
caresses with powerful writhing. 

He came around in front of her, pulled his long dick out of his Levis, and 
lifted her. She raised her legs and let the skirt-front open, then wrapped 
her legs around his hips. For reasons of his own, he let his cock be trapped 
between Mary's belly and his own. He slid one hand under her thigh and 
groped until he found her clit. She depended on the grip in her legs and the 
one arm he had around her for support while she jerked and twisted to the 
fondling of the hand at her melting crotch. She could already feel the 
sticky wetness around her cunt, and his fingering released more even as it 
aroused a fever of desire in her. 

He walked slowly toward the living room, but hesitated in the archway as if 
undecided, still fingering her juicy cunt. 

She supposed it must be difficult for him to decide between the dining-room 
table and one of the pieces of living-room furniture. He shuffled his feet 
in what she interpreted as indecision. And he even made an indecisive 
movement as if to set her down. 

But she continued to clutch his ass with her legs. She liked the solid feel 
of his body and wanted to get closer to it. 

Suddenly, she felt something cold and metallic against the inner slopes of 
her widespread cuntlips. She gasped and flinched. She seemed to be settling 
harder against the object, and she felt her cunt rim stretching. 

"Oh, God no!" she exclaimed in horror. "David! Not the pedestal! David, it 
IS the pedestal! NO, NO, NO!" 

Her protests seemed not to sway her son. In sheer panic, she uncrossed her 
ankles and let her legs down. The rounded top of the protective cover was 
already deeply seated in the circle of her cunt rim. The sudden movement of 
her legs did two things to aggravate her situation. The release of tension 
in the muscles that had clamped her legs around her son momentarily relaxed 
the muscles around her cunt; her cunt rim stretched abruptly to admit the 
wider curvature of the bulging cover. Dropping her legs, even though David's 
arm held her torso firmly and permitted no downward slippage, did straighten 
her back and did permit her pelvis to drop more than a half-inch. 

She discovered that her toes failed to reach the base of the pedestal. They 
dangled in the air. But the domed cover had failed to drop with her cunt. 
Her cunt rim had swallowed its full diameter, and she was impaled as 
strongly as she had ever impaled herself on her son's cock. 

"Jesus! Oh, Jesus! David Joseph!" She panted wildly. "It's in me! That damn 
thing is in me!" As if reassured by her admission, he lowered her slowly 
until her toes touched the base. He loosened his grip, and she stood on her 
tiptoes, leaning against him. 

The cover had already penetrated at least two inches. She gritted her teeth 
and gingerly lowered herself to stand flatfooted. That had added another two 
inches or more of penetration, she knew, and she was acutely conscious of 
the added mass in her belly. 

David stepped back out of reach and surveyed her. At his pleased expression, 
she looked past him into the mirror. Her skirt had fallen into place. From 
outward appearances, she was merely standing on a broad, low platform with 
her hands at her back. Her clothing appeared to be impeccably in order and 
she seemed to be pausing in the middle of going from one room to the other. 

She had a fleeting vision of being hostess for a formal party, and of David 
impaling her on the pedestal seconds before the arrival of the first guests. 
She thrust the nightmare resolutely out of her mind. 

Telltale signs that soon appeared in the mirror were the facial evidence of 
labored breathing and a ceaseless twisting of her hips. She could do nothing 
to stop either of them. The cover was huge and unyielding. It stuffed her 
cunt and all of her cavity. Like a sleeping giant's cock, it rested in her 
and magnified every throb of her pulse into lances of sexual bliss. 

"How ... how thick is it, David?" she asked in a small voice. 

"'Bout three inches." 

"What if it stays in me when I get off?" 

"The cover? It's way too long for you to get all of it inside." 

He returned and stroked her body. She trembled, half in apprehension and 
half in pleasure. From behind, he slipped both hands inside her blouse to 
fondle her breasts. She thrust the voluptuous mounds firmly into his hands 
and closed her eyes to make the most of the sensual pawing. 

She opened her eyes when he stopped kneading. He untied the knot that held 
the blouse together in front and let it fall open. She winced at the 
powerful erotic effect the lewd exposure produced in her image in the 
mirror. Her large tits owed no apologies, and the richly colored garment 
that now hung clear of them merely served to accentuate their firmness and 
sexy tilt. The nipples protruded boldly, stiff with her excitement and 
puckered by the recent attention of her son's fingers. 

David caught at the edges of her skirt and pulled them to the sides. He 
gathered the material at her ass and looped a piece of ribbon he had 
salvaged around it. The skirt dangled at the back of her legs, visible but 
no longer concealing any of her flesh except for the triangles just below 
her waist, where the oversized button still held the waistband in place. 

"Omigod!" she whispered as she observed her appearance. The pedestal was all 
too visible now. So was her distended cunt. Her cunt rim showed plainly, 
stretched and purple where it gripped the imbedded mass. 

She could not be distracted for long from the urgent sensations coursing 
through her from the steel cock that speared into her. Her hips twisted back 
and forth and she found herself using her knees to writhe up and down on the 
pedestal. Her movements were totally involuntary, compelled by the heated 
lust she could not reject or resist. She realized in the haze of steaming 
passion that covered her and filled the air around her that her whole torso 
had begun to twist-that from the hips upward, she was beginning to perform a 
kind of body dance that faintly resembled the sensuous contortions she 
associated with Tahiti. To be sure, her writhings were only barely visible 
yet, with none of the vigor or abandon of heathen fertility dances, but the 
similarity of movement patterns was unmistakable. She was even tossing her 
head once in a while. 

David apparently caught the same impression. He grunted appreciatively and 
came to her long enough to remove the hairpins, so that her hair tumbled 
over her shoulders in shimmering copper cascades, with gleaming wisps lying 
across each of her nipples. 

He backed away and studied her. "Wow!" he exclaimed quietly. "Mom, you got a 
pair of knockers that won't quit! God, but you're sexy!" 

Her involuntary dance had not stopped or slowed while he had been occupied 
with her hair. She was embarrassed by the fluid mobility of her "knockers" 
the moment her son commented on them. They were showing the progress of her 
writhing more obviously than any other part of her body. They swung from 
side to side, their mass and the fleshy attachment to her body allowing than 
to swing one direction after her torso had begun twisting he other. When the 
tension in the skin that covered them did bring them to a stop and forced 
them to swing the other direction, they had to move faster to catch up. To 
aggravate die situation, they seemed to dip in the middle of each arc and 
rise near the end, until it seemed that if he grew much hotter in her 
movements, they would begin swinging in circles. 

She could observe her image only hazily. Her passion was growing rapidly and 
the movements that ruled her cunt gripped her attention by the feelings they 
generated rather than their appearance. She was even forgetting about her 
son and his interest. She had been given to a strange god, she 
fantasized-impaled on his cock and left to minister to his pleasure. The 
immensity of the cock that bored upward into her cunt created all the 
sensations required to drive her through the motions that he demanded, and 
they would continue to drive her until she soared into orgasm. 

She was fucking faster and more violently now. Her tits were leaping and her 
thighs were rubbing against the post-up and down, backward and forward. She 
found that she could amplify her movements by shifting her weight from one 
foot to the other, lifting one heel, then lowering it to take her weight 
while she raised the other. Her belly was no longer a featureless patch of 
flesh for a hand to slide quickly over. Its muscles were acting 
independently of each other to produce an infinitely varied scene of 
writhing, intermeshing aliveness. Her red pubic hair flashed and glinted as 
it caught the light at continually changing angles, and the wet, pink 
cuntlips that gleamed behind its lower fringes seethed like jeweled 
hummingbirds. 

She vaguely noted that David had stripped. He bellied up to her and thrust 
his hips forward so that her fleshy contortions massaged his prick. He 
brushed his hand lightly over her lower belly and onto her cunt-top, his 
fingers curling under to tease her clit. The abrupt surge of excitement 
forced a sharp explosion of breath and triggered a new level of violence in 
her twisting dance. She cried out in staccato, flipping her head so her hair 
flew and her tits flashed, coming insanely hard. 

"David, love!" she muttered, jaws stiff. "God, how I wish you were in me 
instead of this damn post!" 

David smiled, massaging his dick with one hand. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

David touched her from behind. With one arm around her waist and the other 
hand cupped under one asscheek, he attempted to lift her. She felt herself 
rise; her feet left the base of the pedestal, but the metal cock remained 
way up in her cunt. David puffed and lowered her to her feet again. 

"Omigod!" she grated between clenched teeth. She dug her chin against his 
chest. "Aren't you going to be able to get me off this thing?" He laughed 
easily. "Sure. Just gotta be sure I do it the way that'll be easiest for 
you." 

As if that would make it easier for her, he played with her tits. Whatever 
worries she had had evaporated in the warmth that continued to suffuse her. 
When her mind was once more fully occupied with her sexual feelings, David 
stepped in front of her and crouched. He hunched forward until the hair on 
his chest pressed into her pubic hair. His arm encircled her thighs and rode 
up hard against the curvature of her straining ass. He tightened his grip 
and began to rise, thrusting himself up with the strength of his legs. He 
pressed his free hand to her back to steady her. 

Mary tensed. The monster in her cunt was slowly easing out. She felt a weird 
relaxation inside her belly as her organs began to slip back into place. The 
sensations in her cunt rim rocketed, and she cried out in a ragged moan of 
delight. With a supreme effort, she spread her legs and wrapped them around 
her son's ribcage. 

With startling abruptness, she was off the pedestal and her cuntmouth had 
snapped closed. Her excitement remained. She fucked with her hips as if she 
might find her son's cock growing out of his chest. 

She shuddered. "Davie, Davie! What a scary game!" 

"Pretty different," he admitted. "You're fantastic, Mom!" 

Her only reply was a tighter squeeze with her legs. 

David let her slip down his body until she impaled herself on his cock. He 
carried her into the living room, where he knelt and bent forward until she 
was lying on the ottoman. He let her pump herself on his cock while he 
fumbled with the ring that held her wrist cuffs together. He removed it and 
helped her get her arms out from under her, then disengaged her legs and 
withdrew his cock. 

"No, David, no! Fuck me! Please fuck me!" 

"Gotta give me a chance!" her son replied. 

It was certain to happen, she reflected resignedly. She had known it would 
and had willingly accepted the fact. After all, when he was finished 
teasing, David would be more than ready. And she would enjoy fucking that 
much more. 

Her resignation gave way to cheerfulness. They were playing games, she and 
David. So long as she continued to participate in sexual exercises with him, 
every single fuck would be a game. Sex games were for getting excited-for 
creating those wild feelings-and David was fabulous for doing that. 

She clutched at her knees and spread them as far as she could. "Come on, 
Son! Come on!" She felt a tinge of impatience. 

Suddenly, as if he had been struck by another of his inspirations, David 
pulled her to her feet. 

"Mom! Okay if you change clothes first?" 

"What!" 

"Please?" 

She fought down her frustration and suppressed an angry retort. "Of course!" 
she managed to reply. 

At her son's urging, she changed into a see-through blouse-with full length 
sleeves, yet-and a straight skirt. David led her rapidly back to the living 
room while she mused on the erotic effect of the cuffs with conservative 
clothes like these. Except for the lack of a bra, she might well have gone 
out on the street now. 

She lay on the ottoman again, her butt on the edge and her feet on the 
floor. Somehow the thought of lifting her legs in such an outfit made her 
feel as if the muscles in her belly were crawling. She clenched her fists at 
her sides and elevated her knees. 

The skirt slipped along her thighs to crumple at her hips. She let her knees 
spread and waited. David came to her at once, his mouth rough and hot as he 
tested the state of her cunt. As if judging her to be entirely ready, he 
began to suck and tongue her. She watched his cock spring to stiff 
readiness, but Mary knew her son would eat her to multiple coming before he 
stuffed his beautiful joint into her boiling snatch. 

The tongue found her cunt-hole after three exploratory laps and sank in. She 
cried out softly. She felt David's hands on her ankles and watched, 
startled, while he drew them together behind his neck and linked the cuff 
rings. 

The sensation was as novel as if the first incidents with his tongue reaming 
her box had never occurred. His cheeks felt soft but bristly against the 
inner flesh of her thighs. The suction of his mouth seemed greater than 
before, and she found herself jerking at him in the tempo of his thrusts. 
His tongue drove deeper by degrees. She felt the thrusting jaws reach the 
base of her passage and begin stretching it long before his whole face got 
hung up on her cunt rim. This time, she tugged powerfully at him with her 
legs to help him ream the entrance, and his entire head tried to plunge up 
her canal as Mary ground her hips up at him. 

David's hands clutched her waist and she began to slip rapidly back and 
forth on the slippery cover of the ottoman. David pulled the front of her 
skirt up to her waist, letting his hands rest firmly on her naked flesh. The 
increase in sensation astounded her, and she clutched feverishly at his 
shoulders with her hands. 

"Fuck hard!" she grunted forcefully. "Blast me, Son! Drive it ... harder and 
... harder! ... unh ... unhhh ...!" 

Inside, she felt as if the slippery tongue was plowing up and down the 
length of her pussy-cave. At her cuntmouth, she was intensely aware of the 
two-way battering she was taking. As before, the tip of his' tongue curled 
against her from the inside at the end of every backstroke, while his 
whiskered lips surged against the quivering outer membranes during the other 
half of each lunge of his head against her cunt. 

She could not rid herself of her consciousness of the clothes she was 
wearing. It seemed wildly incongruous to see sheer, white sleeves, buttoned 
at her wrists, against the background of her son's head above her belly 
while she lay on her back beneath him. It shook her every time her glance 
fell on hips with a tight, straight skirt draped at a steep angle across 
them to bare her belly and still lie under her ass. Or to see creamy, 
tapered thighs rising from that skirt, around his strong shoulders, to lock 
together over his back, and simultaneously to feel his handsome face deep in 
the center of her cuntal valley and to feel her own hips jerking to pound 
her cunt against his young, handsome face, the face of her only son. 

For the first time, straining to become aware of every novel sensation 
son-fucking brought her, she began to assemble a coherent picture. She 
discovered the hardness and coarseness of the bristle-covered jaw where it 
rubbed on her thighs and twat. She rediscovered the clapper-like impact of a 
lashing tongue as it reamed and bathed the gaping crack of her juicing cunt. 
And her sides squirmed under the waistband of her skirt at the tight grip of 
David's hands and their vigorous kneading. She realized that his hands felt 
much stronger than she had imagined, and that the efficiency with which he 
swept her against him to batter her cunt against his face resulted from the 
fact that his clasped fingers caught the top flare of her hipbones with 
every jerk and drove her under. David yelled something unintelligible and 
unfastened the link that held her ankles together. She crossed her ankles 
anyway to preserve her grip on him. Insignificant as it seemed, the change 
enabled her to work her thighs into far more intimate contact with the sides 
of his head, and as her back-and-forth surges swept her thighs along his 
temples, the normally sheltered flesh became almost as sensitive as the 
membranes of her t cunt. 

She talked sporadically to the lunging hound. Between words she panted as 
hard as David was panting. 

"Darling!" she exclaimed in a low voice. "Your tongue is the longest one I 
ever had in me! It's the only one that ever will suck me, I bet! God! Know 
what would happen if I sucked your cock again, David?" 

At the moment, sucking had no place in her soaring excitement. The plunging 
tongue in her cunt did. She was no longer submitting passively to him as he 
sucked her. She was cooperating with every muscle in her body. She was 
flinging herself against him with wild abandon. She was winking her 
cuntmouth so that it squeezed David's tongue every time she tensed. And she 
was thrusting her belly upward against his hands to get the most possible 
feeling of contact. 

As her orgasm approached, she was mentally prepared for the long, slow 
licking of her clit. She knew he would take five minutes or longer, but she 
knew, too, that she could keep coming that long and still remain conscious. 
This time, she promised herself frenziedly, she was going to make the most 
of it! 

By holding her breath for long intervals and scolding herself, she managed 
to hang back from her orgasm until David shifted the tongue-fucking to her 
hot clit, his tongue breaking into that high-speed vibration that seemed so 
impossible. She felt the first oozing warmth dripping from the hole his 
mouth had fucked, then lost herself in her own coming. 

She rotated her hips in a tight circle, working her clit on the slippery 
flat of David's tongue and her cuntal membranes on his whiskered chin. Her 
clitoris sent unimaginable jolts of sensation through her to intensify her 
spasms. She felt as if she and her devouring son were spinning end over end. 
Her body was too small and soft to contain the enormous burden of pleasure 
that welled from her cunt. She exploded in fuck-frenzy. 

She thrashed and bucked and twisted. Her legs sawed back and forth, gleaming 
pillars of pale flesh scissored around the auburn temples of her teen-age 
son, strong feminine thighs clamping savagely against the fruit of her 
loins. 

Mary's orgasm faded slowly. She clung to him and panted. Her cuntmouth still 
twitched intermittently, biting down on the point of his strong chin. She 
kept her box pressed tightly to his face and her thighs snugly clamped 
around his head. 

"Brrr! You suck so good, David! So goddamn good it's a wonder any woman goes 
without her son!" 

She had been ready for the orgasm. She was ready for his attempts to free 
himself, too. When he tried to pull away from her, she felt herself sliding 
off the ottoman without alarm. Her shoulders hit the floor with a 
respectable thump, but she had a good grip with her legs and kept her cunt 
tightly tucked against his lips. She made no effort to prevent him from 
dragging her around the room. 

By supporting herself with her legs, she avoided dangling with all her 
weight on his neck. The panic he might feel as a result of being hung up and 
unable to shake her was not aggravated this time by the excruciating pain of 
having a deadweight try to pull his spine out of joint. 

She was constantly conscious of the head at the door of her cunt, but she 
could not feel the motion when it began. Her first inkling that the 
entrapped head was escaping was the moment she felt her cunt begin to slip. 
The movement was slow and hardly noticeable at first; nothing but the sense 
of sliding friction would have registered with Mary. But she soon dropped 
with a rush, and she flung her knees far apart to let David twist his head 
off her pussy. 

David linked her ankles together again. He rolled her onto her belly and 
linked her wrists together behind her. Rolling her over onto her back, he 
helped her sit, then scooped her into his arms. She rested her face against 
the hollow of his neck while he carried her into his room. 

He deposited her in a chair and flopped on his bed to stare at the ceiling. 
Mary attempted to relax. For the moment, at least, she felt she looked 
appropriately modest. Her skirt was smooth and covered her thighs almost to 
her knees, and her blouse looked prim and virgin. 

It felt strange to be a guest in her son's room. 

For all his growing up, his way of keeping things made it look very much 
like it had when he was a child of ten. There were still the worn toys and 
the boyishly executed finger paintings tacked to the walls and the mobiles 
he had built hanging from the ceiling. She paused in her survey. The two 
heavy ones, cleverly arranged to face each other across a three-foot gap 
like the angry dragons they had resembled, were gone, leaving only the hooks 
they had hung from. 

But there were more recent acquisitions. A copy of the Vehicle Code lay on 
his desk where he had been studying it. And there were clothes lying here 
and there. 

All in all, she decided, it was a thoroughly masculine room with a 
thoroughly "boy" atmosphere. She would have to persuade him to take those 
two empty hooks down, though; they hung two feet below the ceiling, and as 
David was already six feet tall, he would soon be knocking his head into 
them. 

Of all the masculine things in the room, David himself was most striking, of 
course. His quiet pose on the bed was less than convincing when his huge 
hardon was considered. His body gave her the same thrill it had for many 
months, with the added impact of their recent experiences. She breathed more 
quickly when he finally swung his feet onto the floor and got up. 

He came directly to her. Unlinking her ankles, he helped her to her feet and 
made her bend forward from the hips. Putting one arm around her waist, he 
upended her, her back hard against his belly and her arms cramped between 
them. 

She tingled with anticipation. Something exciting was about to happen. He 
placed his other hand under her thighs and helped her raise her legs. She 
expected him to guide them into a vertical position, but he made no effort 
to force her to extend them. In fact, she was almost able to rest her heels 
on her asscheeks. 

In a moment, he began to lower her. She was startled, then abruptly certain 
what had happened, when her left foot remained where it was instead of 
coming down with her right. David lowered her until her leg was straight, 
then let go of her. 

With her hands secured at her back, it was a weird sensation. She was 
suspended by one ankle, head down, with her face at the level of her son's 
balls. She kept her right knee doubled; her skirt had slid off her thighs 
and over her ass to expose her from waist to toes, red cunt hair moving with 
his breath. 

David seized her right ankle and extended the leg. She watched him work one 
of the cuff rings over the second of the two empty hooks. Her weight pulled 
the two chains reasonably close together so that her legs were not 
widespread. But David immediately produced a three-foot bar with a spike 
sticking out of each end and propped the hooks apart with one of the spikes 
through a link of each chain. When he finished, her legs were well spread. 

He dawdled. He rolled her skirt and tucked bits of the roll into the 
waistband so that none of her body but a narrow strip of her waist was 
hidden. He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it back so it hung between her 
arms and covered none of her big tits. Finally, he tied a length of rope to 
the link that hooked her wrists together and passed it over the bar 
separating the two chains. He took up the slack in the rope, pulling her 
hands upward while her belly thrust forward and her back arched. He secured 
the rope to keep her in that position. 

The angle was not severe enough to cause any pain, but Mary was 
uncomfortably conscious of the tautness of her body. 

David sat on a stool, his cock touching her mouth, and began to fondle her 
tits. Hanging as they were, her boobs seemed to have settled slightly into 
the flesh immediately over the nipples, and the nipples themselves were 
elongated. Mary was puzzled by the curious manipulations David was 
performing on her tits until she finally realized he was using precisely the 
technique he would need to milk a goat. 

-"David!" she exclaimed in a strained voice. "Are you milking me?" 

"Yeah! How's it feel?" 

"Oh ... ohhh ... ooooh! Honey, it's fantastic!" 

He would have been a good milker, she thought. His hands stroked gently down 
the dangling breasts, fingers closing and tightening as they neared the 
nipples, then squeezing firmly on the nipples themselves. He milked with 
alternating strokes, one hand and then the other. Her tits grew sensitive 
and thrills began to spread through her. She found herself exclaiming 
sharply at the end of each stroke, and he gave the erect nipple its final 
sharp tug. The sensation was eerie; she had to look repeatedly to see that 
she was not actually squirting milk. 

She lipped the fragrant cockhead at intervals, but the novelty of being 
milked kept distracting her. She was nearly breathless with excitement, and 
her body jerked fiercely. The most devastating feature of the strange 
experience was that her tits continued getting more and more sensitive, 
until both nipples felt like her clit and every tug sent spasms of orgasmic 
quality through her. 

Her sharp exclamations gave way to continuous happy moaning, and that 
yielded to gusting wails. She accepted the fact that David was going to milk 
her into an orgasm. 

To David, his mother looked fantastically erotic in any position he could 
think of. Inverted, with legs parted and belly out-thrust, she drove him 
half out of his mind. Her inverted jugs somehow made him think of goats' 
udders, and he could not resist the experience of milking her. The results 
surprised and delighted him, so that he milked with much firmer strokes than 
he had thought his mother could tolerate and kept milking a lot longer. 

He stopped before she came, not to frustrate her but to avoid breaking down 
tissues in her boobs-a danger that occurred to him belatedly. 

He left her hanging briefly while he searched for the electric vibrator they 
had bought for his shoulder massages that first year in hockey. He found it 
almost immediately-a simple, round-tipped wand a foot in length-and plugged 
it in. 

He ran the tip along the inner hollows of his mother's trembling thighs. The 
way she began jerking showed him at once how effective vibration was going 
to be. Experimenting, he guided the tip across her hairy cuntal mound and 
into the grooves where her cuntlips met her thighs. She jerked more fiercely 
and every breath hissed loudly. 

His hand shook. His mother was acting differently from any behavior she had 
displayed for anything else. She was jerking hard, her movements deliberate 
and powerful. 

"Davie! Good God, that's great!" 

"Hey! All right!" 

He slipped the tip onto her cuntlips and slid it back and forth the length 
of the puffiness. His mother's ass leaped wildly. When he inserted the tip 
into her gash and dragged it along the floor of the slippery trough, she 
slammed her hips forward and backward in abrupt, savage snaps. In every 
previous situation, the churning of her hips had been relatively smooth. 
This time, each move was a jerk-a lunge that was as sudden and violent as if 
someone had touched her with an electric wire. 

He bent close and steered the tip to her clit. Her whole body leaped, and 
she uttered a hoarse, guttural yell that throbbed with lust. He ran the tip 
delicately around the base of her clit, avoiding direct contact with the 
little gland itself but making it vibrate from impulses reaching it through 
the surrounding flesh. 

His mother thrashed furiously. She rocked and twisted until the chains she 
was hanging from swung drunkenly. 

Mary gushed exclamations, the words interrupted by choked gasps and 
explosive bursts of breath-garbled by the violent chattering of her teeth. 
She was obviously not trying to make sense, but rather to relieve pressure 
and keep up her courage. 

That was the key, David decided abruptly. She was scared to death of the 
wild geyser of fuck-lust the vibrator was loosing in her and she had to keep 
spewing out words to fight off the terror. 

"STOP-STOP-STOP!" she shrieked suddenly. "OH, DAVID! PLEEEEEASE!" 

He slid the vibrator away from her clit. Her body had arched deeply and 
stiffened to cast-iron rigidity even as she had burst out with her shriek. 
Now, with a deep shudder, she seemed to collapse by jerky stages, until the 
rigid muscles loosened throughout her body. 

David set the tip against her cuntmouth. She drew a long, shuddering breath 
and began moaning low and continuously. For the first time since he had 
begun to use the vibrator on his mother, David was producing movements in 
her that were smooth rather than jerky. Her asscheeks clenched and 
unclenched fiercely but smoothly, driving her hips forward and backward in 
deep, rhythmic thrusts. 

David tried to wet his lips with his tongue, but the inside of his mouth was 
as dry as his lips. He swallowed hard. It took little force to drive the 
vibrator into his mother's cunt; the flesh seemed almost to gulp at it. The 
inner sides of her thighs worked visibly and her thrusting motions grew more 
intense. 

She no longer babbled, but a deep, rich quality had entered her voice. She 
kept an uninterrupted stream of sound pouring out. It undulated, both in 
loudness and pitch, and was all made with her mouth extended as wide open as 
he had ever seen it. 

He thrust the vibrator deeper, sliding it into her cunt until it stopped 
against something. He pushed tentatively several times before he realized 
the tip had reached the end of his mother's vagina. Less than four inches of 
the twelve-inch device remained visible, and David felt confident he could 
let go of it. He did so, and it remained in place while his mother's pelvic 
thrusts continued to grow more powerful and urgent. 

He seated himself on the stool and began to milk her again. He was not 
afraid he would damage the succulent tits in the little time that would 
elapse before she came. 

His own excitement had reached a wild pitch. He hitched forward to push his 
prick against her face for an instant, and she grabbed it in her mouth with 
an appearance almost of thankfulness. As if it gave her something to do that 
wasn't all helpless and passive, he thought. 

She sucked vigorously, tonguing his cockhead savagely and making the meat 
bum with the suction she applied. 

There was a distinct change in his mother's actions the moment her orgasm 
started. The pumping of her hips stopped, but he could see the muscles in 
her belly harden, and she seemed to be squeezing with all the flesh around 
her cunt. Her body tensed fiercely in a slow, regular rhythm, which he knew 
matched the rhythm of the contractions in her cunt. 

Her appearance furnished the trigger for his own orgasm. The familiar sharp 
jolts struck the zone behind his cock and his cum spewed into the gulping 
mouth that sucked his cockhead. 

He continued to strip his mother's tits with the milking strokes, although 
as his coming got a strong hold on him he had to lean his forehead against 
her belly and merely hang on to her nipples. It did not occur to him how 
they were being stretched, until most of his orgasm passed and his mother's 
throat stopped swallowing so frantically. When he stopped trembling and did 
notice, he let go of the tortured boobs and rubbed them with his palms while 
they recovered their shape. 

His mother's spasms seemed not to be diminishing, and she continued to suck 
at his cock with feverish urgency. At last, she released it and cried out. 

"Take it out, hon, please! the v-v-vibrator! T-t-take it-t-t out...!" she 
panted brokenly. 

David removed the vibrator and turned it off. His mother's body rocked in 
the grip of a strong, sustained tremor, gradually quieted, then hung limp. 

David took her down and dropped into his lounging chair and held her in his 
lap. She sobbed softly. It scared him; he wondered if he had hurt her. 

With a broken voice, she finally spoke. "Oh, David, David! I never felt 
anything exactly like that! That thing just makes me vibrate all over! I 
want you to do that a lot!" She drew back and smiled through her tears. "Not 
hanging upside down, though. That's too strenuous to do very often. But 
you'll have to tie me up when you use the vibrator, honey. You'll just have 
to." 

He kissed her gently. "I will." It was going to be fun, he reflected. Great 
fun. 

* * * 

The days passed for Mary. She had the strange sensation of being a sexual 
slave. She had created the condition herself, she knew, and she could change 
it the moment she wanted to. But it was so rich in pleasure and adventure 
that for the moment she had no desire to have it any different. She 
recognized dimly that she was getting almost as much pleasure out of living 
through her son and his triumphs as out of the delicious sensations she 
experienced when he fucked her. The more helpless he made her with one of 
his fantasy-created fuck-games the more powerfully she enjoyed his mastery, 
for his triumph rather than her personal reward. Curiously, there was almost 
a masochistic delight in the situations when he flagrantly overrode her real 
objections. Again, she knew without a doubt that the same tyrannical 
behavior by anyone else would have turned her off completely. It was the 
thing of living his triumphs with him that gave her pleasure at being 
bullied and fucked. 

It was only natural that her son should get a lot of his kicks out of 
fastening her down. The thrill of reversing the roles of dominance and 
submission was heightened immensely by the knowledge she was physically 
helpless and subject to his wildest whims. 

There was sex without bonds, though. David interrupted her often in the 
shower, and they fucked violently there, soap frothing on their bodies and 
the water sluicing over them. The swing set in the back yard, which David 
had refused to allow to be discarded, came into use more than once in their 
frolics. David liked to tumble with her in the yard, and he fucked her 
repeatedly on the swing, with her straddling him and riding his cock while 
they pumped so high she could see people in yards four houses down. 

They fucked in or on every piece of furniture in the house, and they tumbled 
on the floor dozens of times. 

But more often, David secured her in one curious position or another for 
their games, and the vibrator became practically standard equipment. He bent 
her over the dining room table and secured her outstretched arms, then 
spread her legs to their greatest possible angle and spent two hours playing 
with her. She found out that time that the vibrator would make her come just 
as effectively up her ass as in her cunt. 

He draped her over the backs of the heavier chairs and sofas, tied up, of 
course, and spread out grotesquely. He often resorted to that early 
technique of linking each wrist to the corresponding ankle, and he had her 
in incredible positions while secured that way. 

During that period of randy seclusion, while David was working his way 
through the newness of power and sexual fulfillment, he seemed fascinated by 
the mother-son relationship. Mary got fucked by him three or four times a 
day. Several times, when David appeared to be exhausted by the strenuous 
activities of the day, he tied Mary into a convenient position after supper 
and ate her all evening, resting between her orgasms, ate her again and 
continued until she could no longer recover her strength. In those sessions, 
Mary felt as if she were in another kind of world. Davie was learning fast, 
and he waited for the chance to suck her with intense impatience. 

On those evenings, she was helpless to participate aggressively; David put 
her into positions in which it was impossible to interfere with the boy's 
whims. Mary was strong and healthy. She needed about fifteen minutes to 
recover from the first come before going off the second time, about twenty 
minutes between the second and third, and a half hour between times after 
that. The third night David resorted to that marathon technique, and he kept 
sucking her all night. He didn't wear out until an hour after the sun came 
up-just took her time after time so that her excitement never did have time 
to die out. 

Between David's cock and his tongue, Mary's cunt built up a sensitivity that 
kept her tingling all the time, and she reached the point where she became 
irritable if more than an hour passed between the end of one session and the 
beginning of another. 

She knew she would eventually recover a measure of her balance. She knew 
David would slow down when he began to get out of the house. She neither 
dreaded nor was impatient for that time. The world was great right now, and 
she meant to live every moment for its full flavor. 

The sex lessons had turned out better than she could ever have imagined they 
might enough fucking to satisfy her, to make up for the sixteen years she'd 
missed. 

EPILOGUE 

David stood beside his mother's bed. The light of a full moon streamed 
through her princess curtains to bathe her sprawled form with silver 
radiance. She slept soundly, arms out-flung and legs akimbo. The rings in 
her cuffs gleamed softly, as did the naked flesh. 

She had drunk wine during the evening-a whole bottle of it-while David had 
been studying. It was a drag, being back in school, and there were evenings 
when he had to go without any cunt at all. He couldn't even eat his mother, 
lots of nights, because he had to concentrate on his books. 

So this night had been bad-Mom halfway watching TV and sipping wine and him 
studying. He had awakened long after going to bed, his cock stiff and sore 
and needing cunt. So he had sneaked in like a long time ago and eased the 
covers off his mother. 

Working swiftly but gently, depending on her sound sleep, he spreadeagled 
her. The cuffs were great for making that a quick job. 

When she was stretched so that every rib showed in the moonlight, he closed 
the drapes and turned on the lights. He brought the seat cushion from one of 
the living room chairs and stuffed it under his mother's ass, raising her 
belly high and waking her up. 

"Wha...? Huh? What's going on, David?" 

"I gotta fuck, Mom." 

"Oh, honey!" she groaned. "This time of night?" 

He turned on the vibrator and worked it over her cunt. She began to jerk. He 
pressed it to her clit and she went into hysterics, flopping until he 
wondered if she might tear her joints apart. 

"Might as well be getting some good out of that," he remarked. 

"All right!" his mother gasped. 

He settled himself between her widespread thighs and lodged his cockhead 
against her cuntmouth. With strong, slow thrusts, he drove it into her. Her 
hips surged and her cunt rim squeezed. He began to fuck, his cock plunging 
deeply, withdrawing to the neck of her cunt, then plunging again. 

His mother responded vigorously, but he turned on the vibrator and held it 
against her clit, just for the fuck of it. She gave him a wild ride, bucking 
and hollering. 

He pulled it away before she began to come and slid it around her cunt rim 
to get the benefit on his cock. Be great if he could vibrate his cockhead at 
the same time he was vibrating her, he reflected. Suddenly the thing seemed 
possible. He pulled out his cock and jammed the vibrator into her cunt. 
After a few minutes, he pulled it out dripping. 

While she yelled and twisted, he shoved it up her ass. She settled onto it 
with a wild look of joy. 

"Good, David! Fantastic!" 

He lowered himself onto her and drove his cock into her oozing cunt until 
his balls bumped against the outer end of the vibrator. 

"OMIGOD YES!" His mother screamed and her eyes bulged. "BOTH HOLES, DAVID! 
WONDERFUL! FUCK ME, SON, FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!" 

The tip of the vibrator rested hard against his cockhead, only two thin 
layers of tissue away. Giddy delight made his head ring, and he braced 
himself for the greatest come ever. 

* * * 

They came together, adolescent son and spreadeagled mother, both jammed onto 
a vibrating shaft. Their naked bodies flashed fiercely in the light as they 
writhed to the insistent demand of the humming metal probe. The night was 
alive for them while the boy emptied himself of the pressure that had broken 
his sleep. 

Afterward, when David had untied and covered his mother and turned off the 
lights and opened the drapes, he returned to his room. The aftermath of 
their summer was more than most boys would know in their lifetimes, he 
reflected. Good! Rosy goddamn good! 


THE END
