Arlene raised her head, looking at her sister. “Later, I do. Right now, I want to suck my son off, taste his sweet jizz. Let me suck him off, and then we’ll trade… take it up the ass and mouth and anything they want to do with us.”
There was an immediate agreement, and Arlene filled her mouth with her son’s cock, sucking vigorously, desperate to have him shoot cum in her mouth now.
Peggy leaned to her son, and pulled his cock into her mouth, sucking it deeply.
They made wet sounds as they sucked their sons’ cocks.
Ted and Henry’s eyes moved from one face to the other, watching what their mothers were doing with them, both pleased.
The two sisters gazed at each other, both with their mouths filled with young, hard cock, and a new understanding was in their eyes. They agreed, with their eyes, that this was one thing they would never give up, no matter what.
THE END
DN-483 LET’S EAT NOW, MOM!
FOREWORD
It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today considering the pressures and frequent monotony of today’s world.
The majority of today’s men and women live in boring circumstances, and when the opportunity for change arises, they are often quick to seize the chance. For the characters in this story, the opportunity is one which many would consider perverse and deranged for it is one of incest. But it provides a release and a need. All morals and scruples are cast aside in a moment of madness — a chance to grab pleasure before it is taken away.
LET’S EAT NOW, MOM! — a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us — and the extremes to which it may drive us.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Becky felt foolish, slightly embarrassed. Sitting on the toilet, her legs spread wide, she was pissing. For some reason she couldn’t understand, it excited her. Everyone had to piss, yet not everyone considered it exciting. But Becky found it highly pleasurable to piss, and to listen to the soft hissing sound as the golden liquid gushed from her cunt.
She imagined it would be exciting to see others piss, too. Boys, girls, everyone. And, be watched as she pissed.
Becky was tall and slender, with a beautiful body. Her dark hair was soft and shining, naturally wavy and worn long. Her green eyes sparkled, and she bubbled with happiness, friendly to all. Her complexion was exceptional, without blemish, a honey-colored tan from head to toe, except where her bathing suit blocked the rays of the sun.
Becky had small tits, yet they were perfect in shape and size for her body, with luscious, long nipples. A nice handful, they were as firm as any teenager’s. Her waist was small, her stomach flat. Her hips and ass appeared to be the perfect size and shape for designer jeans, for hip-hugging shorts, for bikini swimsuits. Her long, silky thighs and legs were shapely. Although in her early thirties, she could have been a high-fashion model, competing with the younger women successfully.
Becky had a comfortable income from her ex-husband, and although she had no specific skills for employment, she was quick to learn and had a sharp, inquisitive mind.
Squeezing her cunt, she stopped the flow of piss, leaning over to try and see between her thighs. When she began pissing again, she could watch the golden liquid, but she couldn’t see where it spurted from. She often wished she was double-jointed, so she could put her face way down between her thighs to watch her pussy when she pissed.
Sliding her right hand slowly and teasingly up her right thigh, she moved her fingers into the stream. Her breath caught, as it always did when she felt the hot piss on her fingers. Her eyes became moist and hot as she slipped her fingertip along the slit of her pussy, pausing to rub very lightly at her cunt. Sometimes, when she touched her cunt it would cause her to stop pissing, but not this time.
Straightening up, her shoulders back, head tilted, she ran her palm beneath her body, feeling her hot piss splash into her hand. She ran her hand through the soft, tight curls of her cunt, then dipped her hand into the stream again. With two fingers, she spread her cunt open, her other hand sliding down and into the piss stream. With soft sighs of pleasure, she began shoving her hands alternately into the piss, then bringing them to the lush triangle of her pussy hair. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine someone in the bathroom with her, watching as she pissed. Her imagination could be vivid at times.
Making little whimpering sounds, she imagined a boy watching her piss, and she could see his cock pushing and staining at his pants, wanting out. Her tongue moved about her lips slowly as she imagined the cock being freed, long and hard, and very hotlooking. She imagined the boy stroking his cock as he watched her spread her thighs so he could see the pink wetness of her pissing pussy.
The stream was losing force now, and she moaned.
Almost feverishly, Becky rubbed at her cunt, her hips writhing on the toilet seat. Her imagination speeded up, timing it with her growing orgasm. Her imaginary boy was now pumping his cock swiftly, and she rubbed more firmly upon her pulsating cunt. As she felt the contractions start, her mind created a hot gush of thick juice leaving the piss hole of the boy’s cock. Her imagination was so powerful that, she could almost feel his come juice splashing upon her thighs. With a soft squeal, Becky came. The orgasm was strong, very strong. She slipped her middle finger into her cunt, feeling the fiery, hairy lips clutch with wet tightness.
Slumping back against the water tank, Becky relaxed, her fingers resting on her cunt. The spasms were gone now, and she felt, as usual, weak. Her ex-husband had loved the way her cunt would grab and squeeze when she came, but he couldn’t stand it when she would accidentally spray a quick gush of piss over him before he could take his cock out.
Becky didn’t know why that happened, but it seemed to happen quite regularly.
Since her divorce almost five years previous, Becky had not felt a hard cock inside her cunt or even in her hand.
Standing up, she washed herself, then stepped into a fresh pair of lacy panties, smoothing her skirt down and adjusting her sweater over her perky tits.
“Mom, did you forget?”
“Forget what, honey?” she asked, turning to see Ted coming into her room.
“You’re supposed to drive me to the game.”
“Oh, baby, I did forget!” she said. “I’m sorry. Can we still get there in time?”
“If we hurry,” he said.
It was seven o’clock now. The game had started, and it was a fifteen-mile drive. It was a game Ted had been wanting to see all week, his school against a neighboring school. Now, because she had pissed and played with her pussy, her son would miss the start of the game.
She ran her hand through his hair, hugging him quickly.
“We better haul ass, Mom.”
“Ted,” she said. “You know I don’t like that kind of talk.”
“Hey, it’s okay, Mom. That’s the way all the kids talk now.”
“I still don’t care for it,” she replied. “Haul ass, indeed. Sounds like you plop your rear end into a wheelbarrow and someone hauls it around.”
“We better shag our ass, Mom,” he said, ignoring her protest.
“Or… shake our ass?” she replied impulsively.
“Well… sure, shake our ass.” Again, impulsively, Becky began to shake her ass, her linen skirt swirling about her slender thighs.
“Hey, that’s kinda cute, Mom,” Ted said.
“Oh, yeah!” Becky giggled like a little girl. “You think that’s cute, watch this!”
She turned her back to him, arching her ass, and swung it around in a perfect gyration, then humped it toward her son.
“Nice, Mom,” Ted said. Then he slapped her ass.
“Ouch!” Becky gasped, grabbing her ass with both hands and rubbing, pretending it had hurt. “That hurt.”
“Well, a guy has to grab when he has the chance, doesn’t he?”
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“Oh, so that’s the way it is, huh?” she said, grinning impishly at him. “Steal a quick feel when a girl isn’t looking, right?”
“You got it, Mom,” her son replied, giggling with her. “That felt pretty good. You’ve sure got a pretty ass on you, Mom.”
“Oh, is that right?” she asked, feeling herself trembling slightly. “What’s so pretty about it?”
“It’s round and tight and… you know, cute, the way an ass is supposed to be cute.”
“You’re sure about that?” Becky asked, her green eyes, taking on a smoldering expression. Something was happening inside her, something that felt warm, and she felt her cunt flexing, her cunt suddenly swelling into a hardness.
“I’ve seen it, Mom. So I know it’s cute.”
“Ted, you have not!”
“Have, too!”
“When?”
“I better not tell,” he said, suddenly shy. “I don’t wanna get into any trouble.”
He looked down at the floor as he shuffled a foot around.
Becky stared at her son, not knowing why she was feeling so excited all of a sudden. The urge to pull him against her body, press his face against her tits, to stroke and caress his ass, maybe feel his cock and balls, was suddenly a powerful desire inside her.
“Why would you get into trouble?” Becky’s voice trembled, and her eyes seemed to be trying to focus on the front of his jeans.
“Because I will, that’s why,” Ted said, stammering and shuffling.
“What makes you think you will?”
“I just will, Mom.”
Becky could not stop her hand from moving. She took her son’s hand in hers, pulling him closer. Her other hand rested on his shoulder. Squeezing her son’s hand, she stroked his cheek, tilted his face up to her. She searched his young eyes, but Ted tried to avoid looking at her. She felt him tremble, and his flesh felt hot to her hand when she cupped his cheek.
“Ted?” she asked softly. “Have you been peeking at me?”
“Aw, Mom,” he said, blushing.
“You have,” Becky said in a low whisper. “You’ve been peeking at me. I see it on your face.”
Then Becky wondered if he had watched her playing when she pissed. Her own face now blushed, but she was also excited, and becoming more so as she stood there with him. Her gaze moved downward to the front of his jeans, and she could barely see the bulge of his cock there. “Where did you peek, Ted? In my room?”
Ted nodded, not looking at her.
“When?”
“Aw, came on, Mom.”
“I have to know, honey,” she said, sliding her hand up and down his arm now, caressing his flesh. “Please, tell me when you peeked.”
“You’re gonna get pissed, Mom,” he said. “I mean, you’re really gonna be mad at me.”
“I won’t be mad at you,” she said softly. “I promise, I will not, as you say, be pissed at you.”
“You won’t make me stay in my room or ground me and take my bike away, like you did last time?”
“I promise not to do any of those things,” she said.
“Okay, but you promised, Mom,” he said. Ted sucked in a deep breath, and found himself staring at his mother’s tits. He could see her nipples pushing at the light sweater. He swallowed. “I saw you two times, Mom. Once you were drying off after taking a bath, and then I saw you the other morning when you slept late.”
“I was… naked?” He nodded.
“Completely naked?” Again, he nodded.
“And you saw my… ass?” she asked. “And you think it’s cute?”
Ted gulped, the nodded again. “I saw… well, your front, too, when you were sleeping that morning.”
Becky felt a tremor of heat flow through her body. His cock was straining now, pressing at the front of his pants in hardness.
“Then you saw all of me?”
He nodded, trying not to look at his mother’s tits. They were eye level with his face, round and firm inside her sweater, and her nipples made his mouth water.
“Am I… cute, all over?” Becky whispered.
“Oh, yeah, Mom!” Ted breathed.
Becky knew what she was going to do, what she had to do. Her hand moved off his face and down his chest. He wore a white T-shirt with his jeans, and her hand moved lower and lower. She felt her son shaking as he watched her hand. She paused for a moment at his belt buckle, then moved her hand lower yet. When she pressed her palm upon his staining cock, Ted felt lightheaded and his legs wobbled.
“Oh, my God!” Becky moaned softly as she felt the hardness of her son’s cock through his jeans. “I can’t believe… you’re hard, Ted! I made you hard! I’m your mother, and you’ve got a… got a… ohhhh, baby!”
She squeezed his cock, drawing her son tightly against her body, pushing her tits into his face. Ted’s arms went around her waist, holding her tightly. Becky ran her hands down his back and over his ass, holding the young checks tightly as she felt his cock throb against her thigh. She pressed her leg against him, her lips at the top of his head, kissing his hair.
She mewled as her son hugged her tightly about the waist. Her cunt was dripping wildly, soaking through the thin band of her panties. She had never felt so hot, so eager, so ready in her life. The only thing she thought of, the only thing she wanted, was to get his cock inside her cunt.
She stepped back, her legs touching the bed. She fell onto her back, pulling her son with her. His weight excited her as she held him on top of him. She could hear his gasping breath, but his hands had moved off her waist and were near her shoulders now. She could feel his cock pushing at her cunt, and she arched to him, rubbing up and down.
Becky opened her legs, drawing her knees upward, her skirt tight on her thighs. She locked her ankles around her son, and crushed him onto her body, shoving her cunt at his throbbing cock. Ted was breathing wildly, afraid to move.
But Becky was so far gone, there was no way she could stop now.
Feverishly, she pushed, a hand between their bodies, working at his belt buckle. She felt her son lift slightly, and she managed to get his pants open. She almost ripped his shorts in her hot haste to get his cock free. She made a soft cry of pleasure as she pulled his cock out of his pants, feeling the hard shaft with her hand. She pushed his prick downward, the swollen head brushing at the soaked crotch of her panties. When the head of her son’s cock smashed at her inflamed clit. Becky gave a soft yelp and pressed back, a mild orgasm exploding inside her. Now she had to have his cock in her.
With a sobbing breath, she managed to yank the crotch of her panties to one side, her other hand now between them. She lifted her pussy… and gasped as his cock slithered past the wet, tight, hairy lips of her cunt.
“Oh, God!” she breathed, sliding her pussy onto her son’s cock as if in slow motion. “Ohhhh, my God, Ted!”
Ted didn’t reply. He had buried his face into his mother’s sweatered tits, feeling slightly embarrassed about what was happening, but certainly not fighting against it.
With his cock buried completely inside her cunt, Becky’s eyes opened wide, staring at the ceiling. She held her son tightly between her thighs, not moving. Her cunt gripped hard at the base of his cock, flexing around his hot hardness, her clit feeling smashed. Her hands darted to his ass, cupping the cheeks under his jeans. Her skirt was stretching tightly, but she didn’t care if it ripped.
“Ooooooh, Ted! Oh, baby!” she sobbed. “My God, that’s… darling, it’s wonderful!”
The soft, tight wetness clutching his cock had made Ted gasp. Now, he moved.
As he lifted his cock upward, Becky thought he was going to take it out.
“No!” she shouted, pulling down on his ass and lifting her cunt at the same time. “Don’t, Ted!”
But Ted wasn’t going to remove his cock. When his mother grabbed his ass tightly, he pushed back down.
“Ahhhhhh!” Becky moaned.
Then Ted began fucking his mother.
Becky wo
rked her hips with him, lunging up and down, holding his jeans-clad ass with her feverish hands. She twisted and churned her ass, bouncing it up and down, meeting his strong thrusts. His jeans scraped the tender, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, but she didn’t want to shove his pants down. She was afraid he would stop, and she didn’t want him to stop.
Squirming, she shoved her hands under his pants and shorts. The feel of his naked ass seared her palms, and she began to churn her hips, straining her pussy onto his stabbing cock. Her son’s hot breaths seemed to sear through her light sweater and burn the flesh of her tits underneath.
“Ooohhh, Ted!” she moaned.
“Ahhhh, Mom!” he grunted.
CHAPTER TWO
Ted’s cock seemed so big inside her cunt, but it was only the sensation of bigness.
Becky cried softly with each thrust of her son’s prick into her cunt, her pussy so sensitive that she could actually feel his cock throb, feel the ridges sliding in and out. The friction was sensational, a feeling she had not felt in over five years. She feverishly fondled his humping ass, squeezing his asscheeks, spreading them, smashing them together. She thrashed her own ass about, grinding against his cock greedily. Her skirt had, somehow, slipped higher on her thighs, and it was now about her hips. She lurched her ass up and down, her cunt riding her son’s hard cock with feverish ecstasy.
“Hold me, baby!” she cried. “Oh, God, hold me tight, darling!”
Ted’s hands darted downward as his mother lunged her cunt up onto his cock. When her ass lowered, he cupped her flexing asscheeks, feeling them bunch through her skirt and skimpy panties.
As her son held her ass, Becky began to twist and thrash and grind in a frenzy, her head back and neck taut. She was moaning, gasping in rapture, clinging to his pounding ass with desperate hands. Her thighs moved up and down against his.
His cock seemed to reach into her stomach, it went so deep. Becky clung to him as tight as she could, lifting her crotch and letting her son bang in and out of her cunt almost violently. The soft, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out turned her on.
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