AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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"Mom sure is bitchy," 18 year old Brian Adams complained to his 20 year old sister home from college for the holidays.
"What do you expect, she hasn't had sex in so long," Jennifer stated matter-of-factly.
"Huh?"
"Since Dad's death, Mom has never gone out on a date," Jennifer explained to her younger brother.
"So?"
"Look dummy, she's probably horny as hell!" the 20 year old finally blurted out, losing her patience.
"She's too old for that."
"Really?! Mom's only 41. You sure have a lot to learn about women."
"You mean if a girl doesn't have sex they get bitchy?"
"Bingo!!"
"Oh, that explains why you're so bitchy. Ha ha ha ha ha."
Jennifer punched her brother in the arm, but then began laughing herself. He was always the jokester. But she was not one to let her kid brother get the last word.
"Oh yeah, I forgot my brother is Casanova. Who's your current girlfriend... your right hand or your left?"
Brian blushed and said defensively, "What do you mean by that?"
"Never mind. Look, I'm serious, we gotta get Mom laid."
"WHAT?!!"
The siblings spent the next hour plotting against their mother. Well, maybe plotting for their mother was a better way to put it. After all, they believed they were doing this for her good. What they came up with was a date with one of Jennifer's friend's fathers.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?!!" their mother shrieked when her children told her. "I'm not going on a blind date."
"Mom, you need to get out," Jennifer explained.
"I'm doing fine," she countered.
"Look Mom, maybe you won't be so bitchy if you go out," the younger sibling said callously.
Jennifer cringed when she heard her kid brother's comment and saw the pained expression on her mother's face. She quickly added, "Mom, Brian didn't mean that." When her brother looked her way and was about to say that he did, she shot him a look that shut him up and then added, "Mom, I told Sara that you would go out with her father. C'mon, what will it hurt? It may even be fun."
Sally Adams stared at her children in disbelief. They actually set up a date for her. Her own children!! Didn't they know she had no desire to replace their dad? He was the love of her life, in addition to her children of course. No one could replace him... no one. But the kids kept pestering and Jennifer said she'd look like a jerk if her mother didn't go after she said she would... so Sally begrudgingly agreed.
As it turned out the date was fun. Sally forgot how enjoyable it was to be out with someone -- laughing, dining, dancing, and drinking. In fact, by the time they got back to Sally's home, the alcohol was making them laugh a little too loudly.
"Shh-Shh-Shh," Sally said as they stumbled into the house, the "shh" sounding more like a laugh in her drunken state. But even Sally's "shh" was much too loud. The two thought they were being quiet, but it was clear to Brian and Jennifer that their mother had returned... and she wasn't alone. The children decided to stay in their rooms, respecting their mother's privacy.
The two adults were giggling like schoolchildren as they stumbled into the living room, somehow keeping each other from falling. They made it to the safety of the couch where they collapsed, Sally sitting down and her date falling on top of her. Sally's legs were spread wide with the man conveniently between them. The two stared at each other for only a moment before the man leaned forward and pressed his lips against Sally's.
Sally didn't hesitate for a second when her date pushed his tongue against her lips. She parted them, allowing access to her mouth. While their tongues played with each other's, Sally realized how much she missed it. Her arms wrapped around the broad back of her daughter's friend's father, pulling him tightly against her. When she felt him grind his crotch into hers, she let out a moan and pushed back.
Sally wanted the man inside her more urgently than she could remember. While the man's hands found her breasts, Sally's snaked between their bodies and began opening his belt. After his pants were undone, Sally grabbed her skirt and tugged it up her legs until it was at her waist. She then pushed her date's pants down as far as her arms would reach. Sally pulled her panties to the side, exposing her hungry pussy, while fishing her date's cock from his boxers. To her dismay, the man was soft.
"C'mon, get hard for me," Sally pleaded. "I want you inside me so bad."
Sally squeezed and pulled the limp dick until she got frustrated. Realizing the weight on her had increased, she grabbed her date's hair and pulled his head back, looking at his face. To her disappointment his eyes were closed and he was snoring softly. Her date had passed out!
Sally mustered all her strength and rolled the man off her so that he crumbled onto the couch, snoring more loudly now that he was on his back. She looked down at his sleeping body and the useless worm dangling from his underwear. Sally tugged on his meat a few more times trying to get him hard, but he didn't respond. Annoyed, she stuffed his dick back inside his boxers and pulled his pants up. In her drunken state she didn't even bother to fasten them.
Sally staggered up the stairs to her bedroom. She fell on the bed and almost wept. It had been years since she had had sex, and the drunken fool on the couch stirred feelings in her that she never expected to experience again. She needed a cock in her the worst way.
Sally felt an uncomfortable feeling at her crotch and pulled her skirt up to her waist. Her panties were still pushed to the side, digging into her soft flesh. She pulled them down her legs, struggling as the undergarment got tangled and twisted. It's amazing that such a simple task becomes a chore when your facilities are numbed by alcohol. But eventually her panties were around one ankle.
Her pussy still felt irritated from the elastic of the panties digging into it so Sally rubbed it slightly. Her fingers felt good and soon were replaced by her hand. As she vigorously rubbed herself, more sensitive areas were titillated. Sally spread her legs further apart as her fingers slipped inside her wet slit.
Brian's curiosity got the better of him so he decided to see how his mother's date was progressing. The teenager snuck out of his room, making sure his sister's door was still closed. He quietly made his way to the banister that overlooked the living room. Peering down, he saw the man lying on the couch with his pants undone. The 18 year old suppressed a chuckle thinking that his mother was going to get laid. Then he wondered where she was. A moaning coming from down the hall caught his attention.
Brian stood up and tiptoed to his mother's bedroom where he thought the noise originated. He glanced into the open room and quickly jerked his head back. His mother was lying on the bed with her skirt up, her legs spread, her panties hooked around one ankle... and her hand between her legs. She was rubbing her naked pussy.
The teenager was about to dash to the safety of his bedroom when his curiosity got the better of him. He considered how embarrassing it would be if he was caught, but then realized it was a chance of a lifetime to see a pussy and a girl masturbating... even if it was his mother. He looked down the hall towards his sister's bedroom to make sure she was still inside. Then he took a deep breath and peered around the wall into his mother's bedroom.
Sally now had her knees up and spread apart. Both hands were between them, mauling her hairy cunt. Two fingers of one hand were jammed into her pussy while her other hand rubbed her clit. She was moaning loudly now, in both her drunken and aroused state.
Brian felt his hard cock uncomfortably squished inside his shorts. He pushed his shorts down to below his balls, dragging his underwear with them. His cock sprung free, smacking against his flat belly and then quivering like the string of a bow after shooting an arrow. And his teenage cock was as hard as an arrow, but not as straight since it curved upwards.
Brian's hand encircled his cock and his fist began pumping. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His eyes were focused right between his mother's spread legs. Her hands were moving almost violently... and then they were just resting on her pussy. He kept pumping his cock, staring between her legs. And then his fist froze when he saw his mother's raised head staring back at him through those same legs.
"Who'th dat?" Sally said, her speech slurred.
Brian didn't answer. He was frozen to the spot, his cock wilting quickly. What could he say to his mother? He was caught spying on her.
"Come here," she said very slowly.
Brian was stunned. His mother was calling him over to her. He was definitely going to get the biggest scolding of his life, but... why didn't she close her legs? Why was she not covering up? He felt utterly embarrassed, but followed his mother's orders and walked to the side of her bed. In his confusion he didn't even pull his shorts up.
When Brian was standing next to the bed, Sally's eyes caught sight of her son's cock dangling over the top of his shorts. In her intoxicated state she didn't associate the cock with her son. Her date's cock was soft and she had wanted it so badly, and now she saw a soft cock again. Maybe she was going to have a second chance. Maybe the cock would get hard this time if she tried harder.
Sally struggled to get onto her side, finally accomplishing the simple task that was difficult for her. She reached out and put a hand around Brian and pulled him towards her. When he was closer, she opened her mouth and caught the soft cock between her lips. Her tongue instantaneously began licking the piece of meat and, to her glee, it swelled inside her mouth. Her date was finally responding.
Brian didn't know what to do. His mother had his cock inside her mouth and she was sucking it. And now he was fully hard again. He wanted to break free and flee to the sanctity of his room, but her mouth felt so good. He thought he'd enjoy the pleasure for just a few moments. But the teenager was not accustomed to receiving a blow-job and, before he realized it, he began shooting his cum into his mother's mouth. He panicked and tried to back away, but his mother's arm around his body held him tight. He looked down and saw his mother's cheeks moving as she collected his sperm and swallowed it.
Sally was disappointed in her date. He finally got hard, and now he came in her mouth. She needed his cock inside her twat and he wasted his erection in her mouth. But her befuddled brain noticed the dick did not soften. She was ecstatic and grabbed the still hard cock in her fist and pulled it towards her as she rolled onto her back.
Brian felt a tug on his groin and let himself be pulled onto the bed in order to avoid the associated pain. Before he knew it, he was laying between his mother's spread legs. He was about to pull away when he felt his cock being pressed against something soft. Then, when his cock-head slipped inside his mother's pussy, the sensation surrounding his cock was irresistible. He thrust his pelvis and rammed the full length of his cock into his mother's cunt in one quick shove.
"Uuhhgg," Sally grunted at its suddenness, but she had what she wanted... a hard cock inside her pussy. She began humping her hips, urging the cock to move in and out of her. And she wasn't disappointed. Brian began fucking his mother.
Brian couldn't believe his cock was inside his mother's pussy, but a hard cock has no conscience. It felt better than he ever thought it would. The virgin boy thought it would feel like his hand, but he was pleasantly surprised at how much better it felt. His entire cock was surrounded in wet, warm flesh that fit like a glove. He bucked his hips as he matched his mother's rhythm.
Brian stared down at his mother's face as he fucked her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open. Unintelligible sounds were coming from her. And then her eyes opened wide just before her body tensed. She was staring right at Brian, but he didn't think she saw him. Sally's body shuddered and then went limp, her son assuming correctly that she orgasmed. Then Sally's eyes slowly closed as she fell into a deep drunken sleep.
Brian stopped fucking his mother while he watched her climax but, as soon as she had finished, he began pumping in and out of her again. But she was no longer responding. His mother had passed out in the middle of their fuck. Brian didn't care, and kept fucking his mother's sleeping body until he shot his incestuous sperm into the same canal he emerged from 18 years earlier. Thankfully, his potent sperm searching for an egg to fertilize were foiled because Sally had had her tubes tied years before.
Brian climbed off his mother's body. Standing to the side of the bed he stared down at her. She was breathing deeply, emitting just a slight snore. Some of his jism was on the side of her mouth where it had spilled out and, when he looked between her spread legs, he saw his cream oozing out of her pussy and puddling onto the mattress. Brian pulled his shorts up and left his mother lying there.
Once back in his room, Brian thought about what he had just done. He fucked his mother! He committed incest! She had instigated it, but did that matter? And in her drunken state, did she even know what she was doing? The guilt set in and Brian had a very difficult time falling asleep.
The next morning, Sally awoke with the expected headache. But she felt wonderful in spite of that. She felt the dried cum on her pussy and saw the soiled bed sheet. She had been fucked and felt great. Turning to her side she wondered where her date was. She hoped he would still be next to her so that she could have a good-morning fuck. But her bed was empty.
Sally showered and dressed. She went downstairs, bubbly despite her hangover. To her surprise both Brian and Jennifer were already in the kitchen eating breakfast.
"Well, look who slept in," Jennifer said with a chuckle. "Must have been a hot date."
Sally blushed because it was a hot date... a very hot date. But all she did was hum as she made her own breakfast. Sally sat with her children and was in an exceptionally good mood. But she noticed Brian was very quiet.
"Hon, is there something wrong?" Sally asked her son.
"No Mom," he said, staring at his bowl of cereal.
"Are you sure?" Sally pestered only like a mother could.
"Really Mom, I'm fine."
"He's been like that all morning," Jennifer fibbed on her brother.
"Maybe he's coming down with something," Sally said to her daughter as if talking about a child.
"Mom!! I said I was fine. Just tired, I guess," Brian snapped back.
"Don't bite my head off," Sally said. "I'm in too good a mood to have a fight."
"So, how was the date?" Jennifer pried.
Sally smiled and said, "It was fantastic. We had a great dinner... went dancing... and...." Sally stopped before admitting she had sex. "Well, I guess maybe I should have drank less," she added, holding her throbbing head.
Just then they heard a noise coming from the living room. They all jumped and leapt from their seats. When they got there, they saw Jennifer's friend's father lying on the couch, mumbling in his awaking state. Sally wondered why he had gone to sleep on the couch after they had made love.
"Oh sorry, I must have passed out," the man apologized seeing the three staring down at him. "The last thing I remember is coming into the house and getting on the couch. I guess I drank too much," he said, putting his hands to his face.
Sally shooed her children out of the room and sat on the couch with the man. "Well, you did come upstairs for a while," she said, her face glowing.
"Huh? I don't think so. I remember us kissing and... and... oh, I'm so sorry. I can't believe I passed out."
"B-But you came upstairs," Sally protested.
"I don't think I could have stood up last night, let alone climbed the stairs. Sorry, but I was on this couch all night."
Sally offered the man breakfast, but he was too embarrassed and left. Sally's mind was in turmoil. Her date had passed out on the couch and spent the entire night there. But she had been fucked. She knew that for sure. But how? Who? What happened? Sally went back into the kitchen to finish her breakfast. She was less cheerful now.
Jennifer tried to get more information about her mother's date, but now Sally too was solemn. Sally ate her cereal slowly, wondering what had happened. Then she noticed Brian was not making eye contact with her. He was acting strange. She wondered why. And then it hit her! Could it have been her own son who fucked her?
* * * *
Life at the Adams' home became different. There was much less talking which drove Jennifer nuts. She almost wished for her mother's bitchiness to return. Anything was better than the silence. Even her brother seemed more reserved, especially when around their mom.
But the turmoil Jennifer was having didn't compare to her brother's. Guilt consumed Brian. He had taken advantage of his mother. She was drunk and he sexually abused her. How could a son live with that guilt? He was falling more and more into a shell, staying by himself and not talking.
And as to their mother, Sally was confused. She couldn't be sure that her son had fucked her, but what if he had? That was incest!! But worse than that, Sally felt a sexual gratification she hadn't felt in years. She enjoyed the sex and longed for it to happen again. But not with her son!
"Mom, something's wrong with Brian," Jennifer told her mother when they were alone.
"What do you mean?" Sally responded, knowing full well what her daughter was referring to.
"He doesn't talk to us anymore. He stays in his room. He's not right," Jennifer explained.
"What do you want me to do about it?"
"I don't know. You're his mother. You have to do something."
Sally thought about that after Jennifer left. She was Brian's mother. It was her duty to help her son. But she didn't know how. She went up to his room and softly tapped on the door to his bedroom.
"What?" Brian tersely asked.
"Hon, can I come in?" Sally asked.
"Um... okay Mom... I guess."
Sally entered her son's bedroom and found his sullen body slumped in his chair. She wanted to run to him and hug him to her breast like she did when he was a child and hurt himself. But she thought better of it and sat on the edge of his bed.
"Are you okay?" Sally asked.
"Sure."
"You don't talk anymore and you're always up here in your room. Do you want to talk to me about something? Is something bothering you?"
Brian looked at his mother's face to see if she knew what he had done. He didn't see anything suspicious and quickly averted his eyes. Since that night he couldn't look at his mother's face... into her eyes. He knew if he did she'd be able to read his mind. Children always feel that way about their mother, but this time he knew she'd see his guilt.
"I'm fine, Mom, just kinda depressed."
"Why are you depressed?"
"Mom, I don't know," he lied, "I just am. Don't worry about me. I'll get over it."
Sally tried to pry more information from her son, but eventually gave up and left. She was more concerned than ever. Now that her deceased husband was gone, all she had were her children and they meant everything to her. It broke her heart to know one was suffering. And if it was for the reason she thought, she was partly to blame. It was her fault for getting so damn drunk. But what if she was mistaken? What if her date was so drunk he didn't remember fucking her and that wasn't Brian's problem? What if...? There was so many "ifs".
Sally came up with a plan. She told her children she had another date. Jennifer was elated and tried to get as much information as possible from her mother. Brian, on the other hand, seemed to regress even more. Sally hated lying to her daughter, but came up with a fictitious story. Sally had orchestrated the "date" on a night that Jennifer had planned to stay with her friend to get her out of the way.
That Friday, Sally made up a story that she was meeting the man after work in order to explain why he didn't pick her up at the house. Sally went to the mall and window shopped, but her mind wasn't on one of her favorite pastimes. When the mall closed, Sally went to a bar and had a few drinks. She had to kill some more time and needed to appear drunk. Her nervousness caused her to drink more than she intended and actually got a little tipsy.
Sally literally stumbled when she entered her house. She was nowhere as drunk as the last time, but she wasn't feeling any pain either. Sally made sure she sounded drunk as she staggered past her son's bedroom -- which wasn't too difficult in her condition -- and even loudly bounced off his door. Then she went into her bedroom and got on her bed, making sure her skirt was pulled up to just below her crotch. She closed her eyes and waited... and waited... and waited.
Sally must have fallen asleep because she was startled when she felt fingers caressing her legs. She opened her eyes in fright and saw Brian jump back. Then she remembered her plan and slowly lowered her eyelids, pretending to be asleep. She waited for her son to touch her again, but nothing happened. After what seemed like an eternity, Sally squinted her eyes and, to her disappointment, found the room empty.
Brian had heard his mother come home drunk again. He struggled with his guilt for a long time, but soon his hormones won out and he quietly walked to his mother's bedroom. He peeked in and saw her lying on her back with her skirt hiked up. Her snoring told him she had passed out again. He stood next to her and even stooped down to peer under her raised skirt. He saw part of her panties which gave him the encouragement to continue. But when his fingertips gently slid from her calf to the hem of her skirt, his mother's eyes opened wide... staring right at him. Although she closed them again and seemed to fall back asleep, he thought she wasn't as inebriated as the last time and fled to the safety of his own room.
Sally waited, not knowing what to do. Her plan was to find out if it had been her son who had fucked her, but all he did this time was touch her leg. Since she was asleep, she didn't even know if he caressed her or simply touched her to see if she was all right. Her plan had failed miserably.
Sally thought about her son some more. He was such a good-looking young man who had many of his late father's features. She loved him dearly and had a motherly urge to hold him tight. In her intoxicated state, she didn't even realize that the urge was more than maternal. When she had been fucked after so long, it unleashed locked up emotions inside her. She didn't realize how much she had missed sex and secretly longed for it to happen again. Thinking about sex and her son, who she loved so much, caused her hand to go under her hiked up skirt and begin stroking her panty-covered pussy. When she realized what she was doing, Sally angrily pulled her hand away and admonished herself.
After a short time, Sally got out of bed and staggered towards her son's bedroom. She gently tapped on the door and, when he answered, entered. Brian was sitting on his bed, his back against the headboard and his knees up with his arms around them... seemingly, deep in thought.
"Hi Mom," he said almost shyly.
Sally stumbled as she walked and sat on the edge of the bed. Her equilibrium wasn't working right and she misjudged the normally simple task and almost fell. Luckily for her, Brian's reactions were a lot quicker than hers and he grabbed her around her upper body, pulling her to the safety of the mattress. As soon as he realized his hands were cupping his mother's breasts, Brian pulled away like he had been burned. Sally had felt his hands on her breasts and knew it was an innocent accident, but it felt good to her anyway.
"Brian, hon, you were just in my bedroom," Sally said matter-of-factly, but not accusingly.
"I... I... um..." the boy stammered, knowing she had seen him when she had opened her eyes, "um... I... I was just... um... checking on you."
"I see," his mother responded, as if deep in thought. "But why did you touch my leg?"
"Did I?"
"Yes dear, you did."
"I... I don't know.... I... I just wanted to make sure you... um... you... um, were okay. That's all."
"Is that what you did the last time," Sally said without thinking.
"Oh Mom, I couldn't help it," Brian said breaking down, cupping his face in his hands and crying."
Sally couldn't bear to see her baby crying and wrapped her arms around his shaking body. "It's okay, Brian, Mommy's here. Don't cry, hon, please don't cry." Sally rocked back and forth, cradling her beloved son in her arms, like only a mother could. After a while she pressed her lips to the side of his face and planted loving kisses on his cheek. Then her face moved until those kisses were on his lips. When Sally felt Brian's tongue push against her lips she willingly parted them, allowing her son's tongue into her mouth. Their tongues were soon passionately rubbing against each other's.
Sally's hold on her son increased in pressure, pulling him towards her. She felt her breasts crush against his chest and let out a sigh... or was it a moan? Brian's hands were caressing her back, moving up and down, sending shivers throughout her body. But when his hands went below her waist and squeezed her buttocks, Sally aggressively thrust her tongue into her son's mouth, consumed by passion she hadn't felt in years.
Sally's fervor caused their bodies to fall onto their sides, never relinquishing their embrace. Brian's hands kept kneading his mother's ass while their tongues dueled. Each tried to overpower the other, forcing their tongue into the other's mouth only to retreat when the other's passion increased. Back and forth their tongues moved, first inside Brian's mouth and then inside Sally's... and then back in the son's... and then back in the mother's. It was an act mother and son should not have been engaged in, but they weren't thinking rationally. In fact, they weren't thinking at all. Their movements were directed by emotion... passion... lust, not logic.
Sally slipped a leg over one of Brian's and ground her pussy into his thigh. This caused her skirt to ride up and soon Brian felt his hands on his mother's silky panties. He pushed his thigh into her groin and Sally responded with a moan. One hand released its hold on her son and slid around his body until it was between his legs. Sally cupped her son's hard cock over his pajamas. The thin material didn't hide much from her hand and she squeezed, feeling every contour of his cock. She was rewarded by his hands gripping her ass-cheeks harder, pulling her groin into his thigh.
Sally pushed her son onto his back and lifted her leg over his body. She now had a leg on either side of him, with her crotch against the lump in his pajamas. Her skirt was bunched at her waist, leaving the thin material of her panties and his pajamas as the only obstacle between their pussy and cock. She humped him harder, all the while feeling her son squeeze her buttocks.
Sally pulled her mouth from her son's and quickly slid down his body, grabbing the waistband of his pajama bottoms as she went and pulling them down. His hard cock sprung free which she grabbed and stuffed into her mouth. If her tongue had been passionate inside her son's mouth, it didn't compare to how it moved around his cock. Brian closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm, wet mouth surrounding his cock... licking and sucking it. He was about to cry out a warning, but it was too late. Brian's sperm flooded his mother's mouth while she continued sucking on his erupting cock. She'd suck... swallow... suck... swallow, until no more cock-juice came forth. Then Sally continued sucking and licking her son's cock, ensuring his hardness remained.
Without relinquishing her lip-lock on her son's cock, Sally pulled her panties off and made sure her skirt was around her waist, out of the way. She then released his cock and climbed on top of him, sticking his hard cock into her twat in one movement. When she lowered herself onto Brian's dick, both mother and son moaned their enjoyment. But to Sally's shock, her son pushed her off and onto her back.
"Please fuck me," Sally whined, consumed with passion.
But Brian had other ideas. He scooted between his mother's legs and stared at her pussy. It was the first thing his head came into contact with as it emerged into the air conditioned hospital delivery room so many years before. Now his head was lowered between his mother's thighs once more, but this time face first. When his tongue entered where his body had come out of, his mother grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into her pussy.
"Oh sweet Lord!!" Sally cried out, clutching her son's hair.
Brian licked his mother's cunt like he was a cat dying of thirst. He wasn't using any technique, just raw strokes. When his tongue and jaw got tired, the inexperienced boy leaned back and wiped the slime from his chin with the back of his hand. He looked up at his mother's face. Her jaw was slack and her mouth gaping as she tried to breathe. Brian looked at his mother's breasts heaving and then back between her legs. He pulled her labia apart with his thumbs and looked inside. He noticed the little fleshy hood at the top of the slit and, as he opened her more, the little love-button peeking out. Brian leaned forward and licked the very sensitive piece of meat.
"OH GOD!!!" his mother wailed. "I'm gonna explode." Sally's hips began humping upward while her son licked and sucked on her clit. "OH SHIT!! OH, OH, OH!! I'M... I'M... I... CUUMMMINNGGG!!!!"
Brian had to grab his mother's buttocks to keep her from bouncing away from him. Her body was gyrating and shaking as she was overcome by a massive orgasm. He felt her pussy juices flood into his mouth as he continued licking her clit.
"STOP!! FOR CHRIST'S SAKE STOP!!" Sally cried out, pushing her son's head away. When Brian looked up confused she added, between heavy panting, "Please (pant) let me (pant) rest a minute (pant). It was (pant)... I can't (pant) explain it (pant)."
"Did I hurt you?" the concerned son asked when his mother's breathing returned to normal.
"My god Brian, I never felt anything so good. I thought if you didn't stop I would burst. Now come up here and give your mother a kiss."
Brian climbed on top of his mother and pressed his wet lips to hers. Their tongues once again met, sharing the cream lingering on them -- Brian's cum on his mother's tongue and hers on his. Brian's cock was pressed against his mother's wet pussy and he humped her while they kissed.
"Hmmm, I think the train is trying to get into the tunnel," Sally said, giggling, and then reached between their bodies and guided her son's hard cock into her pussy.
Brian felt the warm wetness surrounding his cock and began humping his hips. This time, however, his cock wasn't rubbing against his mother's hairy pubes. He was inside her, fucking her hard. In and out... in and out... Brian rammed his hard cock. His mother pushed back, making sure her son's cock went all the way inside. After a short time, Brian grunted and his body stiffened. Sally watched her son's crunched up face as he shot his incestuous sperm into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his body, holding him tight.
* * * *
"That must have been one hot date Mom had," Jennifer said to her brother. "She's definitely not bitchy any more."
Brian just smiled.
THE END
