Copyright © 1997, Baron Darkside. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com. For those of you who didn't seem to enjoy my sojourn into the field of erotic-horror, I offer this little tidbit of mother/son fun... Hope you enjoy... (1) Disclaimer One: This Is A Work Of Fiction; It Is Not True! (2) Disclaimer Two: If You Are Underage (Under The Age Of Eighteen (18)), Or In Locations That By Law, Preclude You From Reading Sexual Material, You Should Stop Reading This Material Now!! (3) Disclaimer Three: If You Are, Now Or Have Ever Been, Offended By Sex, Incest Or Any Other Subject Of A Sexual Nature, Please Avoid This Story. (I Would Also Suggest You Seek The Services Of A Psychologist.) (4) Disclaimer Four: This Is For Adults, And Contains Adult Oriented Material. If You Are Not An Adult, Either Chronologically, Mentally Or Sexually, Please Do Not Read Any Further Or You Will Probably Be Offended. (5) Disclaimer Five: The Author Of This Story is Baron Darkside and I retain All Copyrights. Writers need feedback (positive or negative) if they are to continue to write. So, if you like the story please let me know at: bdarkside@hotmail.com. I Hope That You Enjoy This Story. INCESTUOUS FANTASIES OF MOTHERS AND SONS FROM THE CRYPT OF BARON daRKSIDE Fantasy Number 56 (The Peeping Tom) A Tale of Incest by Baron DArkside Hot. It had to be over a hundred and ten, Josh thought as he trudged home from school. The broiling temp wasn't the only thing that had Josh heated up. It had all started a week earlier when he had been walking home from school. Some kids had been playing ball in the street and had thrown a ball into some bushes next to his neighbor's house. Josh had gone behind the bushes to get the ball for them. As he leaned down to pick up the ball, he saw there was a big knot hole in the fence. Glancing through it, he saw his neighbor, Nancy Howell sunbathing in the nude. Every day since then, he could hardly wait for school to get out so he could stop off and check her out. His neighbor, Nancy was about the same age as his mother he knew that his mother was forty-two. Nancy was pretty nice looking for an older woman, Josh thought, but he took little notice of anything other than her tits and tush. He spent most of his time staring at her big breasts tipped with their cups of dark brown skin and hard round nipples. And when he wasn't staring at her breasts, he was ogling the dark, furry bush between her legs trying to catch a glimpse of her pussy. Then, Josh had seen something that made him even hotter. He had nearly croaked when he looked in and saw her playing with herself right out in the open. As he watched on in fascination, he saw that she had the lips of her pussy spread apart and she was gently fingering herself. He had watched her for a good three or four minutes before she stopped playing with herself and rolled over onto her belly. He had waited around for a few more minutes, but she seemed to be taking a nap, so he had headed for home. Josh was a senior in high school. Although he thought of himself as fairly good looking, he was extremely shy around all members of the opposite sex except his mother. He had gone out on a few dates, but he hadn't scored yet. This was why he found watching his neighbor so stimulating. This was his first exposure to a real, live woman in the nude. Now it was the only thing he could think about. He was so horny, he had nearly came in his pants, right there behind the bush watching her play with herself. Now he was having difficulty walking with his big cock rock hard and painfully trapped inside his pants. "Hey, Mom, I'm home," he hollered, finally limping into the house and tossing his books down on the kitchen table. Not hearing an answer, he shuffled over to the patio door and looked out by the pool where his mother spent most of her afternoons. Sure enough, his mother was lying out be the pool, tanning herself. Thank goodness, he thought, quickly loosening his pants and pulling out his tormented tool. Holding his wounded pride in his hand, he gently massaged the bloated monster as he spied on his mother. She was wearing a two-piece string bikini that left very little left to his imagination and in his inflamed state of mind, Josh suddenly found himself enthralled by her figure. Even in his usual state of sexual arousal, he had never thought of his mother sexually. But now, standing behind the curtain with his erect penis in his hand and hormones coursing through his system out of control, he hungrily devoured her with his eyes. She was lying on her stomach with her pert, little, round, ass sticking up in the air as his eyes roamed over her body. When he was able to tear his eyes away from her tight, firm butt, he let them travel down her beautiful, long, graceful legs. Even her dainty little feet gave him a thrill. God, he thought to himself, I never realized how truly sexy she was. Then, out of the blue, Josh felt a familiar tingle in his already overheated cock. God, what am I doing? Standing behind the curtain, staring at my mother and beating my meat. What kind of cretin have I turned into? Damn it, it's not my fault she's so damn good looking and wearing next to nothing, he rationalized, slowly stroking his throbbing cock. Then he found himself wondering what her tits would look like without a bikini. They looked like they were every bit as big as Nancy's, but what did they really look like? Were they big, round, and droopy like Nancy's? Or did they stick out like some he had seen in pictures? How big were her nipples? Was the skin around them dark like the skin around Nancy's nipples? Then almost as if his thoughts had compelled her to move, she slowly rolled over onto her back. As she did, she glanced over at the patio door where he stood hidden behind the curtain. Then turning away from him she reached down and slowly peeled her bikini top back away from her breasts. He hadn't been prepared for such a surprise and nearly fainted when her big breasts slowly emerged out from under her bikini top. Her breasts were beautiful, he thought as he stared at them. Big, round, soft mountains of wiggly tanned flesh swelling up from her chest majestically. It was apparent that his mother also spent considerable time sunbathing without the benefit, or hindrance of a top as there was hardly any tan lines distinguishable at all. As he continued to stare, his mother poured out a handful of suntan lotion into her hand and leisurely spread it over her breasts, sending them into wiggling and jiggling convulsions. His mother's breasts were much prettier than Nancy's. For some perverse, freakish reason, Josh felt a twinge of jealous pride knowing that his mother's breasts were bigger and prettier than her neighbors. Lewdly comparing his mother's breasts with Nancy's breasts, he saw his mother's breasts were rounder and fuller. Compared to the big, dark cups tipping Nancy's breasts, the dusky pink cups tipping his mother's imposing breasts were smaller, but they stuck out more. For some reason, that made them seem much sexier. His mother's nipples looked bigger and softer than Nancy's nipples. His mother's nipples looked two ripe, sweet raspberries perched atop the pink cups of pebbled flesh. Josh had never seen such a lovely pair of breasts in his whole life. His mother won the tit contest hands down. Josh suddenly found himself sweating. His cock was so hard, he thought it was going to burst. And if he didn't stop stroking it, it would. Then as he struggled to keep from cumming, he saw his mother sit up. His eyes nearly jumped out of his head as he watched her delectable breasts bounce and dance about seductively. His mother yawned and stretched for a whole ten or fifteen seconds as Josh watched on in awe. Finally, she glanced down at her watch and then reached up and poked her breasts back into their cloth prisons. With her breasts once again partially hidden from view, she picked her glass and stood up. Josh turned and tore up the stairs to his room. Jumping inside, he quietly closed the door. Leaning against the door panting, he tried to catch his breath as he heard his mother calling to him. Waiting for a few moments, he finally opened the door and answered her. "I'm up in my room, Mom, I just got home," he told her. When he didn't hear her respond, he stuffed his cock back into his pants and walked over to the railing. Looking down, he saw her standing at the foot of the stairs looking up at him with a silly smile on her face. "Why don't you come down and rub some lotion on my back for me, honey?" she suggested. "Uh, sure, Uh, Mom," he stammered foolishly, "as soon as I change into my trunks, okay?" "Sure, darling," she smiled up at him, "I'm going to have another drink, would you like one?" "Sure," he said, unable to keep his eyes off her bulging bosom that threatened to escape from her bikini at any moment, "that sounds good, it is so hot." "It is hot, isn't it?" she responded inanely, "Almost too hot for clothes." "MOM," he laughed nervously. "Just joking, darling, just joking," she laughed softly, "I didn't mean to offend your sense of decency." Sense of decency, my ass, he thought as he watched her walk over to the bar. "I wish you were naked," he lewdly whispered, admiring the way her buttocks quivered and twitched as she walked. When she slipped behind the bar, he shook his head in approval and hurried back into his room. Striping his pants off, he gave his thick, swollen manhood a few more quick jerks before he slipped into his bathing trunks. Looking down, he saw that his excitement was just a little too obvious. Trying to hide the huge bulge in his shorts, he wrapped a towel around his waist. Then with his state of arousal partially hidden, he carefully stepped down the stairs, hoping not to dislodge his throbbing penis. Arriving at the foot of the stairs, he saw that his mother had already returned to the patio. With due precaution, he shuffled out onto the patio and saw his mother waiting for him. The raucous beat of rock and roll blared out from the speaker above the door. His mom did love her rock and roll, he grinned, keeping step with the beat of the music. He ambled over to where she lay and picked up his drink. Turning it up, he downed half of it before he realized how strong his mother had made it. Coughing and sputtering, he set his drink down and tried to catch his breath. "Wow, Mom," he spluttered, "are you trying to get me drunk?" "No, Darling," she said, "just trying to make us even." "Oh," he responded, sitting down on the chaise-lounge by his mother, "why is that?" "I'm afraid that I got some bad news today," she sniffled, "and I just wanted someone to get drunk with me." "OH," he gulped, now that he was up close he could see that his mother's eyes were red and swollen. "Jeez," she groaned, "you must think I'm horrid, trying to get you, my own son drunk because I wanted a shoulder to cry on." "Uh, No, uh, it's okay," he stammered, not knowing what else to say. He knew that his mother drank a little too much since his father had been killed in a car wreck three years ago. Josh had helped his mother to bed on several occasions after she had drunk herself to sleep. It was their little secret. No one needed to know that his mother, Diane had a drinking problem. Josh didn't feel that it hurt anyone as long as he was around to watch over her. Besides that, his mother let him drink around the house, too. But, she had never tried to get him drunk. What was up, he wondered. As the numbing sensation of the alcohol slowly spread over his body, he took another sip. "What happened?" he asked her. "John called this morning," she sniffed, "and, and, he said, that he was sorry but he didn't think we should see each other any more." "What? Did he say why?" Josh mumbled wondering why his mother's boyfriend had decided to end their relationship. "No," she wept, "he just said that he didn't think we were compatible." "That's too bad," Josh sympathized. His mother hadn't been too successful with relationships since his father's death, he thought. John had been her third suitor, but for some reason, they didn't last long. He felt sorry for her. He wished she could find someone that could give her the love and affection that she deserved. Why couldn't they see what a loving, caring woman she was? Well, someday, one of them would realize what a treasure she was. "Oh, he probably found some young thing with a body that would stop a clock," she fussed. "I didn't think that John was that stupid," Josh said. "Why do you say that," she asked drying her eyes. "When a man has a loving, caring woman," he went on, feeling the alcohol give him the nerve to complete the sentence, "who is the best looking lady in town, he would have to be stupid to leave her for some hardbody." "Oh, Josh," she gushed, "you always know just the right thing to say." "Hey, you taught me all I know," he smiled. "I don't know why I keep trying to find a man," she smiled back at him, "when I have you. Maybe I am the stupid one." "I don't know, Mom," he said, "I can't give you the same thing." "Well," she paused, looking up at him with a strange look in her eyes, "maybe not, but anyway I just wanted to get drunk with my best friend and just forget about John." "Well, tomorrow is Saturday and I don't have to go to school," he smiled, touching his glass to hers and tossing the rest of his drink down, "I am at your beck and call." "What would I do without you?" she smiled up at him, "My Sweet Josh." Blushing, he smiled back at her, not knowing what else to say. "Well, are you going to make your mother wait all day?" she complained playfully. "What?" Josh sputtered flustered, wondering what she meant. "My sun tan lotion," she grinned knowingly, "remember?" "Oh, Yeah," he muttered, picking up the tube and filling his hand with the creamy lotion. Moving his mother's long, blond hair aside, he proceeded to coat the soft, velvety skin of her shoulders and neck with the lotion. Once the creamy ointment was spread out, he began to rub it in, massaging her neck at the same time. He could feel the effects of her drinking as the muscles in her neck and shoulders were soft and pliant. "Oh, that feels soooooo gooooood," she murmured, "don't ever stop." After a few minutes, he spread more of the ointment over her arms and shoulders, kneading the muscles beneath her soft, supple skin as he went. His erection had momentarily waned as he listened to his mother's story. But now as his hands moved over her satiny skin, his cock began to swell once again as he recalled what her exquisite breasts had looked like in the hot afternoon sun. Soon it was even harder than before. As his fingers caressed and stroked the skin of her back, he couldn't explain the feeling that was coming over him. He had never felt himself attracted to his mother in this way. Never in his whole life. He knew that his mother needed someone to help her through this latest crisis in her life and he felt terrible for thinking about her the way he was. He was a monster, he thought to himself as his fingers probed the muscles of her back. He was a degenerate low-life unable to control his emotions around his own mother. Still, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the feelings. Then, his fingers touched the strap of her bikini top. Suddenly, an evil thought raced through his brain. Would she let him unfasten her bikini top? Just the thought of experiencing such an intimacy with her sent another jolt of electricity tearing through his cock. "Uh, Mom, I need another drink," he muttered, standing up. "Freshen mine too, Baby," she crooned, handing him her glass. Hobbling into the house, he stopped just inside the door to resituate his disobedient prick. Finally able to walk without pain, he went to the bar. Filling his glass, he gulped down half of it before he refilled both glasses and started back outside. Shuffling across the patio, he nearly dropped both glasses when he looked over at his mother. She had unfastened her bikini top herself. His cock nearly leapt out of its confinement when he saw this. While the sight of her bronzed bare back wasn't the sexiest thing he had ever seen, the fact she didn't have a top on sent thrills rushing up and down his spine. She must be getting tipsy, he thought. She certainly didn't know what he was thinking, or she wouldn't have removed the top of her bikini. In fact, she would probably run into the house screaming. Taking another quick drink, he set the glasses down. Slowly sitting back down, he admired the swell of her breasts as they extruded out from underneath her. He sat staring at them for several moments before he finally dug his fingers into her back muscles once again. Even then, he still couldn't take his eyes off the soft, golden tan balloons of flesh swelling out from underneath her. The rounded softness was only slightly less tanned than her bronzed back. It was so sexually stimulating, it took all the will-power he could muster to keep from running his hands down to the twin extrusions of flesh. "Oh, Josh, that feels so good," his mother sighed as he continued to work his way lower down her back. "I'm glad you like it," he mumbled, ashamed that he was having such lewd thoughts about his mother. Lower and lower he went until his hands were kneading the soft upper swell of her buttocks. Sweating profusely again, he stopped and filled his hands with more lotion. Slowly spreading the lotion around, he went as low as he dared onto her round rump. Then he began to rub her, moving his hands in tight little circles. Hesitantly, but persistently, he slowly moved his hands lower and lower, encompassing more and more of the soft, pliant flesh of the cheeks of her ass. Again, as before, his fingers once again encountered the material of her bikini. Should he? Could he? Would she let him undo her bikini bottom? She had loosened her top, but this was even more perilous. This would expose her ass and possibly her pussy. Quickly downing his drink, he rose once again. He needed to find more courage before he could debark on his journey to the final frontier. "Uh, Mom," he bumbled, "I'm going to refill my glass. You want another drink?" "UH, What, already?" She muttered sleepily. "Just trying to catch up with you," he chuckled nervously, not wanting to seem too obvious. "Uh, well, let me finish this one first," she mumbled, rolling over onto her back and picking up her drink. As she rolled over, Josh was presented with a spectacular view of her big, bare, breasts. But, this time he was close enough to reach out and touch them. He almost swallowed his tongue and his eyes bulged out of his head. But she seemed oblivious to his fascination with them as she downed her drink. "There," she smiled, handing her empty glass, "now you can fill it up again, darling." "Uh, yeah, uh, sure, uh, gosh, sure," he muttered inanely, unable to tear his eyes away from her breasts. "You okay?" She asked, seemingly unaware that her breasts were exposed. Somehow, he was able to stumble to his feet and take her glass. As he tried to walk, he felt like he had a baseball bat shoved down his pants. His huge cock had never been so hard and stiff. He could hardly wait until he was inside so he could straighten it out once again. Stepping through the door, he quickly reached down and grappled with his errant organ until it was as comfortable as he could make it in its present state. Reeling over to the bar, he refilled their glasses with almost pure liquor. Then throwing a little dash of mix in, he stirred it up. It would either give him the courage he needed or he would pass out trying. The way he was feeling toward his mother, the latter was definitely the safest course, but his hormones made that possibility very remote. With his head buzzing from the alcohol and the adrenaline coursing through his bloodstream, he tottered back out to the patio. Sipping his drink, he set his mother's drink down on the table, just far enough away that she would have to reach for it. "There's your drink, Mother," he told her, taking a drink of his own. "Oh, Thank you, Darling," she gushed, slowly sitting up and reaching for her drink. Then as she picked up her drink, she glanced down at her big bare breasts dangling down conspicuously bare. "Oh, dear me," she blushed as she brought up her arm and attempted to cover herself, "I'm sorry. I forgot that I didn't have my top on." "You don't hear me complaining," he said drunkenly. "Do you?" Josh just sat there staring down at her impressive cleavage as his mother gave him a funny look and took a quick sip of her drink. Setting her drink down again, she slowly rolled back over onto her stomach, once again hiding her magnificent breasts underneath her. "I guess I'll have to be more careful," she mumbled. "Don't apologize," Josh gulped, taking another drink before setting his glass down. "Naughty, naughty," his mother tittered tipsily, "now get back to work." Wondering if his mother was warning him or joking with him, he needed time to regain his courage. Scooting down, he began working on her soft, dainty feet. Massaging and kneading his way slowly up her long, curvaceous calves he took at least ten minutes to reach her thighs. Slowly, but steadily, he worked his way higher and higher until he reached the bottom of her delectable backside. Once again, he had encountered her bikini. It would be doubly challenging to loosen it this time. Her bikini bottom was secured by a knot each side. Hesitating only a moment, he took a deep breath and with trembling fingers, he nervously began untying one of the knots as he waited for her to protest. When he finally had the first knot undone, without her voicing any objection, he hurriedly untied the second knot. Then, holding his breath, he delicately peeled the material down off the rounded cheeks of her exquisite rear end. Then when the crack of her ass was totally exposed, he dropped the strip of material down between her legs. He couldn't believe it. He was staring down at his mother's beautiful, bare bottom. It was the most heavenly sight he had ever seen. Sculpted out of alabaster marble, it was perfect in every way. Gorgeous. Pretty. Beautiful. He tried to find the perfect word to describe it. Exquisite. That was the word he was looking for. It was so wondrous, he wanted to lean down and kiss it, but somehow restrained himself. Finally, he cautiously began to knead the soft flesh. Squeezing and fondling the pliant flesh, he felt a jolt of electricity tear through his cock as he caught a glimpse of her puckered little asshole. Even it was beautiful, he thought as he pulled and stretched her buttocks so that he could secretly see it more clearly. It was a perfect little puckered o. It was all he could do to keep from running his finger over it. God, his mother's asshole and it was only inches from his hands. Finally, he stopped massaging his mother's delightful rearend and took a deep breath. "Uh, Mother, uh, would you, uh, like," he stuttered anxiously, "like, uh, for me to do your front, too?" There he had said it. What would she say? Was she drunk enough to let him massage her whole body? Had she heard him, he wondered when she didn't speak for several moments. "I guess so," she finally said, slowly rolling over onto her back and looking up at him. He couldn't believe it. She was naked. Totally, utterly naked, her bikini lying underneath her back. She was gorgeous. "Are you okay, you look a little nervous?" Uh, I, uh, I'm just not used to seeing you," he gulped loudly, "uh, without, uh, without any clothes on." "Oh, My," she said, making a half-hearted attempt to cover herself with her arms and hands, "I forgot again." Josh didn't know what to do or say. Had she really forgotten? "Oh, well," she finally sighed, slowly moving her arms back down to her side, "the horse is already out of the barn, so I might as well leave it out." "Can I trust you to give your old Mom a massage," she asked, a tiny little grin playing over her lips, "without getting carried away?" "Uh, carried, uh, carried away?" "Just remember not to let your fingers wander anywhere they don't belong." Uh, okay, uh" he muttered, staring down at her hungrily, "I'll try." "I shouldn't let you," she went on, "but right at the moment, I'm too tired to resist." "Okay, Mom, I'll try." "Okay," she smiled, "but try real hard." "Okay," he repeated himself. Not trusting himself at the moment, he began with one of her hands and slowly worked down her arm until he reached her shoulder. Then he repeated the same with her other arm. He was having trouble breathing as he quickly scooted down and began at her feet. Slowly, he worked up first one long shapely leg and then the other. Just as his hand began to massage her soft, firm inner thighs, she moved her legs apart slightly and he found himself staring straight into her exposed vagina. His cock lurched and threatened to explode as he gaped at her unveiled motherdom. Did she know she was exposing it to him or had she just accidentally opened her legs? After a few seconds, she slowly closed her legs once again hiding her femininity from him. He knew he couldn't trust himself to go any further without doing something he would regret for the rest of his life. "Uh, I think I had better stop," he muttered, standing up. "But you didn't finish your job," she told him, looking up at him, pouting. "Uh, I, uh, I think I'd better stop," he said again. "Oh, okay," she mumbled, sounding disappointed, "If you have to. I understand." "I'm sorry, but," he tried to explain, "uh, I just..." "I said that it was okay," she told him slowly sitting up, "I think it is time we, uh, I went inside anyway." "It is very, very hot," he agreed, extending a hand down to help her up. "Yes, it is," she sighed taking his hand, "almost too hot." Josh grunted and pulled her to her feet. "I hope that no one saw us this afternoon," she laughed softly, "they might have gotten the idea that we were fooling around or something what with me running around all naked and everything." "Uhuh," he blushed, "oh, do you want me to get your suit?" "Wow," she exclaimed as she took a step and started to fall. Josh reached out and caught her before she fell but in the process grabbed a handful of soft, pliant breast "Wow, if they saw that," she smiled at him, looking down at his hand on her breast, "they would definitely get the wrong idea." "Oppps," he grumbled, letting go of her breast like it was a hot potato. "Too much sun, alcohol, and excitement, I thinks," she giggled softly. "Don't worry about it, baby," she tittered, "I shouldn't have drank so much." "Want me to help you inside?" "That would probably be a good idea," she told him, "and just forget the suit. It isn't serving any purpose now anyway." Josh wrapped his arm around her waist and started helping her into the house. As they walked, she tripped again and grabbed at him to keep from falling. As she did, she knocked his towel off. The jutting tent protruding out in the front of his shorts revealed his extremely obvious condition. "Oooppppsss, sorry," she apologized looking down at the giant bulge in his shorts. There was no way to hide his erection as it conspicuously ballooned out filling the front of his trunks. She stopped in her tracks and openly ogled it. "Come on, Mother," he mumbled, tugging her along, trying to divert her attention away from his shameful state of arousal, "let's get in the house." A strange look came over her face as she finally took her eyes off his evident erection. She looked into his eyes with a penetrating glare. She didn't look angry, just amused, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Then, she quickly looked back down at the bulge in his trunks one more time before she started walking toward the house again. What a macabre sight, he thought. A mother drunk, naked, and glistening with sun tan oil being led into the house by her son who had a glaringly evident erection and his arm around her waist. "Do you want to go to your room, Mother?" he asked her. "No, I don't think so," she said, pulling out of his arms and stumbling over to the couch, "I think that I would like another drink." As she sat down, her eyes immediately went back down to his crotch as her face reddened. "Are you sure?" he asked, trying hide himself from her prying eyes by stepping behind the bar. "Yes," she said assertively. Josh hurriedly poured her another drink, making it as weak as he dared. Then covering himself with his hand, he quickly stepped over and handed her the drink before rushing back out onto the patio. Trying to regain his senses, he gathered up his towel and quickly wrapped it around his waist. With his condition hid for the time being, he collected up the glasses and his mother's bathing suit. Then, bracing himself, he went back into the house. "Uh, Mother, here's your suit," he told her handing it to her, "don't you want to put it back on?" "Why, I'm afraid that the horse, uh, horses are already out of the barn," she said coyly, taking a small sip of her drink. "Uh, okay," he gulped, "then I think I will have another drink, too." "Okay," she smiled at him weirdly, "then you can come over and sit by your Dear Old Mother." "Aw, Mom, your not old," he complained walking over to the bar. Josh couldn't believe what was happening. This couldn't be real. He couldn't be standing behind the bar making himself a drink while his mother, tipsy and totally naked sat on the couch waiting for him to join her. What should he do? He had never seen his mother like this. Was she being coy and teasing him, or, no, she couldn't be. His mother would never do that. Never. Not with him. His cock lurched at the thought. God, would he love to make love to his mother. He would gladly give up twenty years of his life to make love to her one time. But she was too, uh, too. She was his mother. She would never stoop so low as to make love to her own son. She was the very picture of motherhood. Good, loving, caring, even doting at times, but never, never the kind of woman who could do such a thing. She was just a little too tipsy. Tipsy and the sun had been so hot. That was it. It had to be the heat and the alcohol. He had had a little too much too, and he was just imagining things. His damn hormones were going crazy and driving him mad in the process. "Well, are you going to stay over there behind the bar for the rest of the afternoon?" she asked him, leaning back on the couch. "Uh, I don't, uh, know, I, uh, guess not," he stammered, slowly easing out from behind the bar. "None of my men seem to want to be around me anymore," she pouted, pushing out her lower lip. "Why is that?" "Aw, Mom, it's not that I don't want to, uh, be, uh, be with you," he muttered, "I'm just a little nervous sitting beside you when you don't have any clothes on." Josh's cock was so hard and stiff, it ached as he stumbled out from behind the bar. "If you are uncomfortable because I don't have any clothes on," she said softly, "and you do. Why don't you take your clothes off too?" "What?" He gasped not believing his ears, "what did you say?" "I said that if you were uncomfortable with your clothes on," she paused for effect, then said in a louder voice, "then take them off." "What did you say?" he asked again, unable to believe what he had heard. "I said," she said loudly and somewhat impatiently, "take your clothes off." "For God's sake, Mom," he muttered, his face turning beet red, "what has gotten into you? Are you trying to embarrass me or what?" "I am trying to get you to take your clothes off and come over here and sit with me," she said insistently. Josh stood staring down at his mother for several seconds. His brain had ceased to function. There was just too much for it to assimilate in such a short span of time. His mother was telling him to take his clothes off in front of her. What kind of game was she playing? There was no way she could be thinking the same thing he was. Mother's just didn't think that way about their sons. Or did they? There had to be some other reason, other than the obvious one that kept running through his brain. What could it be? "Josh, am I going to have to undress you?" she asked him after several moments. Like a buffoon, he stood there staring at her. Then with the subtlest of moves, she slowly spread her legs apart several inches. As his eyes dropped to the tangled forest of curly blond hairs at the bottom of her tummy, she slowly ran her finger down the wet, glistening rift of pink flesh. "Does this help?" He heard her say. An explosion went off inside his head. Could there be any more doubt? As unbelievable as it was, his mother was trying to seduce him. NO. She wasn't trying. She was seducing him. It was as if someone had doused him with a bucket of ice water. Suddenly, his brain cleared and he regained control of his senses. Grinning drunkenly, he brazenly reached down and untied the towel, letting it slip to the floor. Then as his mother watched on, her big, blue eyes twinkling indecently in the harsh afternoon light, Josh quickly tugged his trunks down baring his huge, thick cock. "OH MYYYyyyyyyyyy," his mother gasped as his cock stood jutting out of his crotch, pointing at her as it bobbed up and down with each heartbeat. "Oh, My, Oh, My, oh my." she gushed as she openly gawked at his rock hard penis throbbing and dancing before her, "Oh, My, Oh, My Lord, Josh." His mother was clearly surprised by the size of his penis. "Oh, My, God, it's SO Big," she whispered as Josh slowly stepped out of his trunks. He slowly took a step toward her and his cock slashed back and forth like an angry snake seeking its prey. Grinning evilly, he stopped and waited until his cock stopped slashing back and forth before he took another step. Then, with each step, he drew closer and closer to her, but she made no move to retreat. Finally, he stood directly in front of her, his throbbing cock jutting out at her only inches from her face. Still she made no attempt to escape. Would she come to her senses and tell him to stop, he wondered. Then, he knew he was going crazy as she slowly leaned forward and gently kissed the head of his bobbing cock. His knees almost gave way as his cock lurched and sprang straight up. He had never been so hard, so virile, so potent. This couldn't be happening, he thought as his mother looked up at him and smiled. He must be dreaming. At last, she started to move back away from him. Aha, he thought, she is finally calling the game. It had been wonderful while it had lasted, but she was coming to her senses at the last moment. And he had been so close. He watched as she leaned away until she was lying on her back. Then, scooting up the couch, she slowly spread her legs apart once again. Josh's heart leapt into his throat as she extended her arms up to him. It couldn't be. He had to be dreaming this. No, it was really happening. His mother was lying on her back with her legs spread apart, inviting him into her arms. For a moment, he was paralyzed, his brain once again unable to accept the amount of stimuli pouring into it. He was about to fuck his mother. He was about to become a mother-fucker. Just thinking about it was enough to make him cum. Then he heard his mother whisper. "Baby, Come to Mommie, make love to Mommiee like a man. Be Mommy's new man." It was really going to happen, he thought as he clumsily clambered up between his mother's outstretched legs. His heart was pounding so hard, he knew it would explode and burst at any second as he watched her reach down to his granite hard cock. His cock was so hard, he knew he could have pounded nails with it. Unable to take his eyes away from his cock, he watched as his mother forced the horrendous monster down toward her waiting motherhood. Unable to see her pussy from his angle, he could only picture what it must look like from what he had seen earlier. Wet, deep, and so inviting. The place from where he had emerged so many years ago. Now he was going to invade those hallowed depths and fill the fiery gash with his own seed. He was about to impregnate his own mother with his own sperm rich semen. He was about to recreate himself inside of her. Then he felt it. The white-hot heat of his mother's vagina encircling the head of his cock as she slowly sucked him down into her. "Oh my god," she whispered under her breath as he felt his cockhead slowly penetrate the sacred core of her femininity. As his cock slowly slithered down into the burning hole, Josh leaned down and kissed his mother's cheek. The instant his lips touched her skin, she turned and their mouths clashed. Sparks flew as their tongues intertwined like copulating snakes. They kissed hungrily as their bodies slowly became one. Deeper and deeper into the clutching, burning throat of her vagina he sent his cock. Six, then seven, then eight, and finally all nine inches of his swollen maleness penetrated the fiery gash between her widespread legs. He was totally imbedded inside of her. All the way to the hilt inside his mother's cunt. He was now a mother-fucker. "Oh, My, Manchild," his mother wheezed as she pushed herself up against him, "fill me with yourself." Thrusting the last millimeter of his giant cock down into her seething pit, he held himself inside of her, baptizing his manhood in the fiery core of his mother's most sacred of places. As he felt her tight, grasping cunt squeeze and milk his loaded weapon, Josh could feel the pool of burning cum inside his dangling balls go critical. Josh lost all control. Some twisted, primitive passion now filled his mind. His only purpose in life was to bury his seed back into the same fertile womb that once created and nurtured him. He must fill it with his own rich, potent semen and let it forge himself again in her fiery furnace. As sick and perverted as it was, he couldn't stop it. "AWWWFFFFUUUUKKKKKkkkkkkk," he bellowed as he felt his body convulsed as his cock began to buck inside his mother's tight, hot, clenching cunt. "YESSSSsssssss, Babbyyyyyyy, fill me with your sweet cream," his mother cried out as her cunt collapsed down around his spewing cock. Josh felt as if his whole body was being sucked down through his cock and out into the ring of fire that surrounded it. He had never felt anything like it before. He was God. He was King. He was the conqueror of the world. He was the Lord of all. He was the Supreme Being. Creator of all. Again and again, his great weapon fired gusher after gusher of thick, frothy cum into his mothers sucking cunt. It felt like he was cumming by the gallon as his cock spewed out more and more thick, potent love syrup into her hungry pussy. Finally, he felt the strength of the blasts begin to wane. He never wanted the feelings that were coursing through his body to end. Then his cock stopped vomiting its perverted load into her. Slowly, he drew his hips back and then plunged himself back down into her hot, sucking cunt all the way to the hilt again. "Oh, Yes, Baby, Oh, Yes, Baby, Fuck Mommie," his mother blathered, thrusting herself up at him, "Fuck, Mommie, hard and deep, Baby. Make Mommy cum, too." Slowly at first he began to slide his slowly deflating manhood in and out of her wet, drooling pit. As he did, he felt it begin to harden and strengthen inside of her. As it grew in size and strength, he began to fuck her with powerful, deep strokes, impaling her all the way to the hilt every time he slammed his cock into her. "Like this, Mommy, Like this?" He grunted with each savage thrust. "Oh, Yes, Baby, Oh, Yes, That's it, That's the way," his mother panted as he fucked her. Suddenly, he felt her hot, smooth thighs lock down around his waist. Then he felt her soft, round heels dig into his bounding ass . As her heels dug into his ass, urging him on, she dug her long, sharp fingernails into his back, raking and clawing at him. "Oh, God, Yes, Oh, Fuck," she blathered throwing herself up at him every time he pounded his cock into her pussy. Unbelievably, he had been a virgin until only moments before. Now, he was fucking his own mother. Fucking her like a mad man. Banging her brutally. He could feel his balls slapping up against her ass every time he drove his cock down into her hot, sucking softness. He had wondered what making love would feel like, but never in a million years could he have ever imagined anything this wonderful. It was incredible. It was incomprehensible. Could it feel the same for her? "Does, ungh, it, ungh, feel, ungh, good, ungh, Mommy?" "Oh, Fuck, Unh, Fuck, unh, Yes, unh, I, unh, Love, unh, it." They writhed and crashed together like battling rams. The room was filled with the loud, slapping sounds of their love making as it mingled with the unintelligible sounds spewing from their mouths. They were both coated with the residue of his first explosion inside of her as it leaked out between them and was churned into froth. The thick, rich aroma of sex filled the air as they battled for attainment. "Yes, fuck, yes, fuck, Mommy's, fuck, Mommy's, fuck, cummin," she blurted out, digging her heels into his ass harder and harder. "Make, unh, Mommy, unh, cum, unh, cum." "UGNH, UNGH, UNGH," he grunted, pounding himself down into her hot, sucking hole harder and harder. Then suddenly, the room burst into a brilliant flash of light. They were both engulfed in the fiery heart of unholy flames. Josh's ass lurched forward, impaling her to her limit as he pinned her to the couch with his giant cock. "Aeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiii" she screamed out as she began to shake and shudder. "Gawwwdddddddddddd" he groaned as his cock began to buck and spurt inside the core of her overheated cunt. His cum spewed out by the gallons. But she took it all, her cunt hungrily swallowing his potent load again and again until there was no more left inside of him. Still it sucked on him, sucking him totally and completely dry. "Oh, Fuck," he muttered collapsing down on her. Then he felt her move underneath him. With a thump, he fell to the floor. Lying on the floor with his mother grinning down at him, he wondered what had happened.. "Well, did you like that?" she asked. "Huh?" "Did you like that?" Surprised at her sudden lack of compassion, he stared up at her, hurt and dazed. She was treating it almost offhanded. Like it was something trivial, not earth shattering like it was to him. "What, what do you mean?" "Nancy told me that you were peeping on her," she smiled, "so I guessed that your hormones were working overtime." "What?" "I figured that if you had a taste of the real thing," she laughed softly, "you might stay around home and not get thrown in jail for lurking around peeking at the neighbors." "Huh?" "Well, was I right?" "You mean, you mean that," he muttered, "that this was all just to get me to stop spying on Nancy?" "Well, not really," she told him, "but it influenced me to do it now." "Boy, am I confused," he said, shaking his head. "Good," she laughed, "women love to keep you guys guessing." "Then, that story about John was just that, a story," he went on. "Well, yes, it was," she smiled knowingly. "So he is still your boyfriend?" "Was, I think is the keyword, dear," she laughed again, getting up and walking over to the bar, he ass shaking delightfully. "Huh?" "I don't think that I will be needing him around anymore," she said pouring herself another drink. "What do you mean?" "I think I have found me a new boyfriend," she smiled wickedly. "You mean?" "What do you think I mean?" She winked at him, sipping on her drink. "Unless you have any reservations about it." "Fuck, NO!" He exploded, "Fuck, NO!" "Sorry, you're so disappointed," she laughed out loud, crooking her finger and motioning for him to follow her as she started up the stairs. "Would you like to continue where we left off, up stairs in my bed?" The End A short one for the group... Hope you enjoyed... The Baron...(;-{) -- Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! www.mrdouble.com Be There.....