MONSTER

1963, on a side route off the highway from Washington D.C. to Miami

It was one of those hot, muggy nights that seemed to make even breathing a chore. The crickets were playing their little violins and the katydids were joining in full force. I was lying in my bed trying to sleep, hoping that the occasional flicker of lightning off in the distance might indicate that we were going to get some rain to cool us off later in the night.

Our motel, "The Straight Flush" was filled, so mom had turned on the "NO VACANCY" sign out front. The door between my room and the hall leading down to the motel office was slightly ajar so I could hear the mumble of the TV and could just see the dim flicker of the bluish -white glow coming from the darkened office. Mom was obviously watching TV. We weren't rich and only owned the one TV for ourselves, but it didn't really matter as we could only get two decent channels on it and most of them shows didn't interest me.

It was around ten o'clock and it felt like it was still around ninety degrees outside. I was naked and my pajamas were lying in a wadded up heap on the floor beside my bed. It was just too damned hot to wear them.

I was wondering if I would ever be able to leave Deer Valley and find a life of my own. I'm eighteen and I'd made it through the tenth grade before I had to quit school to help mom run the motel. High school graduation, much less college didn't seem to be on my radar scope, so I went along doing what I could to help mom and I get along. My pa was never around to help out with what needed doing anyhow.

He'd always been a bit of a drifter, a gambler, and a general ne'er-do-well. Amazingly, he'd won the motel in a poker game up in Atlanta with a - you guessed it - a straight flush. But he would avoid anything which remotely resembled work, so that left running the motel up to mom and me. I was pretty good with my hands and did ninety percent of the maintenance and helped out mom with the linen, room cleaning and just about anything else that came along.

Now it was rumored that Pa wasn't exactly monogamous. Monogamous? Yeah, I know, that's a pretty big word for a guy with an tenth-grade education, but I'd decided that if I couldn't go to school anymore, I could improve myself on my own. Every night I'd take my dictionary and look up five words I didn't know the meaning of and commit them to my vocabulary.

Oh, yeah, monogamous? It means like the practice of having a sexual relationship with only one partner. Now my luscious blond mom seemed to know about pa's wayward ways, because I'd hear them quarrelling about it sometimes, but every time I came around they'd stop arguing and start talking about something else. I couldn't for the life of me see what mom saw in pa and I don't know why she put up with it all.

Now the Straight Flush Motel wasn't any Holiday Inn, but mom and I kept the place clean and in good repair. The motel was out on Highway 371 on the edge of Deer Valley and had ten units in it. We rarely received a complaint and most of the little cards the guests filled out after they stayed gave us an above average rating.

Mom and I were able to eke out a living of sorts. There always seemed to be just enough money to get by on, but it seemed like every time mom was able to put a little aside for a rainy day, that old fart would show up and we'd be back right where we started. He'd take the money and head off on some new get-rich quick scheme he'd come up with.

Now mom weren't no Marilyn Monroe, but she was pretty. Maybe she was a little wide across the stern, and had a bit of a paunch, but it didn't take away from her other good looks. At thirty-eight, if there was any flaw in mom's personality maybe it was her vanity for her big breasts. I don't even know that you could even call it a flaw, but she did seem to go out of her way to show them off. Not that I'm complaining now. She'd wear low cut blouses, tight sweaters, even go braless on occasion which just wasn't heard of in our neck of the woods.

Her obvious vanity wasn't lost on my pop either. Hell, maybe that's why he'd married her as he was always eyeing them and grabbing a groping when he didn't think I was looking. On one of his infrequent visits, Pa had had a couple of glasses of moonshine and we were just finishing up supper. Mom was wearing one of her lowest-cut blouses and the majority of her big; creamy-pink tits were on display as usual. I found myself sneaking a peak at them every time I thought no one was watching me. Now I don't think of myself as a pervert or anything, but hell, they were tits! And they were hanging out right in front of me. What was I supposed to do?

"Look at all that baby fat," I heard my Pa tipsily snicker as he stared at mom's boobs.

"Clarence Hatfield, you watch your tongue. Not in front of Chet," she huffed, shuffling over to the sink with her hands full of dishes.

"Baby Fat, get it, Boy," Pa guffawed. " Baby . . . fat."

No, I didn't get it, but I guess that he was insinuating some kind of connection between babies, tits, and fat.

Mom sure didn't think it was funny and was back across the room almost before the words were out of his mouth. Her arm flew back and she slapped him on the cheek so hard his head went flying back. I was stunned. I'd never seen my mother retaliate to any of Dad's crude, coarse language or jokes and Lord knows there was plenty of opportunities for that.

Angrily shoving his chair back, Dad flew out of it with his hand fisted and arm drawn back threateningly.

"You didn't have no cause to go and do that—" he snarled and I could see the muscles in his arm tightening in preparation to swing.

Reaching over, I grasped hold of his wrist to stop the swing. Now maybe I didn't have any gym to work out in, but I'd made me a set of weights out of cement and pipes and I worked out next to the shed out back where we kept all the motel cleaning supplies and stuff. I worked out every day if I could and even though if I had to say so myself, I was pretty bulked out.

The moonshine had apparently loosened Pa's tongue and he didn't seem to care what he said as he turned and glared at me.

"You in cahoots with her now?" he barked, trying to jerk his arm away from my hand, but I was too strong for him and held on.

"Just shut up, Clarence!" Mom scowled, taking a step back away from him just in case.

"I get it now," he snorted, straining to pull his arm away from my clutching hand. "You and him, huh? The two of you have something going on, don't you? Hell, I shoulda seen it, the way you're fawning all over him all the time."

"Are you crazy?" Mom shouted, now drawing her arm back for another swing. "He's our son!"

Realizing that the situation was rapidly spiraling out of control, I stepped in between them and spun Dad around until he was facing the door.

"Pa, why don't you just disappear for a while," I told him, giving him a little shove toward the door. "You know, 'til things cool down a little."

Mom said,"Yeah, get out of here—I don't want to see any more of your ugly face tonight," she added from behind me.

"Shit, I'm outta here. I can see when I'm not wanted," the shithead growled, taking a step toward the door. "Probably want me outta here so you two can crawl in bed and fuck, don't you?"

"Clarence, I'm gonna kill you—" Mother screamed out at him as she started around me to get at him.

"Fuck you — and you, too kid . . ." Dad yelled back at us as I threw out my arms to stop mom while he jerked the door open and stepped outside, slamming it behind him. As I flung my arm out, luck or fortune or destiny or whatever would have it, my limb smacked right across mom's big tits as she moved. As both of us stood there staring at the door, I didn't move. Her tits were so soft, so giving as I continued to push my arm against them.

The silence was deafening! Then I heard my mother crying.

"I'm sorry," she blubbered as I watched her turn to face me. "It was the moonshine talking. He didn't mean it."

The enormity of what he had just said came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. Mom and I? Fucking? The thought of that ever happening was preposterous! It had never crossed my mind . . . until now!

"Uh, okay. It's all right—" I mumbled, trying to wrap my reeling brain around what Pa had just said.

"No, it's not all right. He shouldn't have said that. How could he even think that?" she fumed.

Strangely, pop's remark changed everything between mom and me. I found myself looking at mom in an entirely different and unsettling way. Hell, I told you that I was eighteen and if a minute went by that I wasn't thinking about sex, it was a rare one.

. . .

All that had transpired about a week ago and things had been kind of tense between the two of us since then.

Mom usually wore a flannel gown at night, but with tonight so hot, I'd noted that she'd opted for her little baby-doll pajamas. I'd got just a glimpse of her in it earlier, it was one of the ones she wore when Pa was home and you could almost see right through the translucent material. And what I'd seen was enough to make me want to see more. I'd been sneaking around tonight and trying to catch another peek and mom had caught on, but she still neglected to wear her thin housecoat over it.

So, here I was lying in my bed without any clothes on, trying to picture mom naked; meanwhile she sat in the office next door unaware that I was slowly stroked my seemingly always-present hard-on and wanting her. I was imagining a titty-fuck. Her sitting on my legs with her beautiful bountiful boobs sandwiching my boner between them and the royal eight inch scepter I sported about to spurt!

Just then, I heard the motel intercom buzz which threw me off my rhythm. I heard mom talking with someone. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I knew that it had to be one of the guests. It was late for someone to call.

Wondering what was going on, I heard mom hang up. Suddenly the light went on in the office; before I knew what was going on the door to my room came swinging open.

"Mom!" I gasped when I saw mother standing in the doorway staring at me. I was mortified as I jerked my hand away from my cock and grabbed for the covers. I could see that Mother's eyes were locked on my peter as it stuck up out of my groin long and stiff. I was somehow able to pull the covers over and hide my cock as Mother gave out a soft, embarrassed cough.

"Uh, sorry, uh, Chet, uh, one of the, uh, guests called. He, uh, he said that the ice maker is out of ice and he needs some. Uh, could you, could you run down to the Seven-Eleven and pick up a bag for him?" she asked me, timidly stepping over to my bed and holding out a couple of dollars to me. As she did, I could see the outline of her body silhouetted through the thin material of her baby-doll pajamas by the light which shone behind her.

"Uh, sure, mom," I mumbled, leaning forward and taking the money from her. As I did, I saw her glance down at the lump of my cock jutting up against the sheet before she turned and stepped back over to the door.

"Thank you," I heard her say as she stepped out and closed the door behind her.

Damn it, I cursed. I'd never been so embarrassed. Not only had my mother seen my cock, she seen that I was masturbating. I wished there was a hole somewhere to crawl in and hide.

Throwing the covers off, I angrily slapped my cock, trying to punish it for making me feel so foolish. "Ouch—" I snorted, swinging my legs off the bed, standing up and stumbling over to the chair where my jeans were. Pulling them on, I quickly pulled a tee shirt over my head and stepped into my loafers.

Stuffing the money into my pocket, I shuffled over to the door. Taking a deep breath, I reached down and quickly pulled the door open. Stepping through it and going down he hall I saw that mom was sitting at the table. She had the Mason jar that pa kept his shine in and a glass with some the liquor in it sitting in front of her as she looked up at me.

"Be careful—" I heard her tell me as I stepped over to the door leading outside.

"Uh, what number?" I asked her.

"Oh, I forgot, uh, number six," she told me as I glanced down at the outline of her big tits underneath her PJs.

"Okay," I mumbled, backing out through the doorway.

The Seven-Eleven was only a couple hundred yards down the road and I was back with the bag of ice in no time.

Knocking on the door of unit six, I waited for someone to answer. Suddenly the door came swinging open and a big, fat guy wearing a pair of shorts opened the door.

"About time," he grunted as I looked over his shoulder and saw a woman lying on the bed behind him. As I held the bag of ice out to him, I saw that the woman was bare-assed naked and she didn't seem the least bit concerned that I was gazing at her. In fact, she thrust her pert tits out at me and grinned as I continued to stare.

"What's wrong, kid," I heard the guy snicker as he took the ice from me and turned around to look over at the woman. "Ain't you never seen tits before?" he snickered, stepping back and slamming the door in my face.

"Yeah, I've seen tits before," I angrily muttered to the door as I turned and headed back for the office. I'd seen my mother's tits once and they were a damned sight bigger and prettier than the ones the woman in the room had. As I thought back on seeing my mother's tits, I felt a sizzle of excitement spark up my still semi-flacid cock.

A while back I'd been working on a refrigerator in one of the units and when I'd finished I headed back to the office to tell mom that I was done. Walking back to the office, I'd walked by our bathroom window and saw mom standing at the sink. She had her dress open down to the waist and was running a washcloth over her juicy bare breasts. She seemed to be enjoying herself as her hands moved slowly, giving me time to relish my first sight of a pair of mighty fine-looking tits completely exposed!

My God, what beauty! I had absolutely no frame of reference, but to me, they were the most hottest and heavenly breasts in the world. Pale, bigger around than my hands, they had large dark areolas and big fat nipples. I was stunned as I gawked at them in worshipful reverence. They were stupendous. Whopping beautiful pink melons the size of cantaloupes as she cupped one and then the other to lift them and run the washcloth over them. I'd never forget that day as long as I lived.

Back from my quick chore tonight I stepped into the office, I saw that mom was still sitting at the table watching TV.

"Was he satisfied?" I heard her ask me.

"Uh, yeah, I guess," I grinned seeing that there were two glasses on the table now. One in front of mom and another one placed in front of where I usually sat. "It looked like him and his girlfriend was having a few drinks," I added.

"Good . . . would you like one, too?" she smiled up at me.

"Uh, yeah, uh, sure," I told her grinning as I pulled my chair out and sat down. I'd sneaked a few nips of Pa's shine so I knew what to expect as I took a little sip of the fiery liquor. Damn, it was strong; I tried to hold back a cough when the blistering paint-thinner burned its way down my throat. I put the shot down so as not to spill it.

Fiddling with my glass, I saw that in the bright light of the bare bulb dangling down from the ceiling over the table that I could see right through mom's nightie. I could make out every tiny detail of her big tits from their shape and even the dark circles of the tips. I could make out the image of her long puffy nipples clearly.

I knew that I shouldn't be looking at them, but I couldn't stop myself. Then I became aware that mom saw me looking at them. I was thinking she would say something about my crude behavior, but she just smiled and didn't do or say anything to dissuade me.

"Cheers—" she said, smiling, lifting her glass and tapping it against mine. "To us . . ."

"Uh, to us," I mumbled, picking up my glass and lifting it up to my lips. That was an odd toast, I told myself as I took another sip of the shine. The booze was so potent; I was already feeling it and I'd only had just a couple of sips. I grinned, set my glass on the table and sneaked another peek at mom's melons.

"Do you think your Pa really meant what he said?" she asked me as she leaned back against the chair. As she did, it stretched the cloth of her gown and made her breasts thrust out against it making them even more prominent and enticing.

"About what?" I asked looking up at her face finally. "He says a lot of stupid stuff."

"About us? About you and me . . . fucking?"

"Uh, I, uh, I don't know," I muttered, feeling a blush spread across my burning cheeks.

"I guess that he could think that," she sighed. "We're together all the time and he's never around. So, how would he know any different?" she conjectured.

This conversation was becoming uncomfortably close to the way I'd been feeling about her since Dad had spouted off about the two of us screwing.

"I guess so—" I choked out.

"Have you ever, uh, you know, done that . . . thought about us thata way?" she asked me as I saw a blush darken her cheek bones.

"Mom . . .?" I fussed, feeling the temperature in the room go up a good ten degrees.

"I'm sorry, I was just wondering," she said, taking another sip of hooch. "I never see you with a girl."

"Uh, no, no, I'm awfully bashful around girls, mom," I told her. "Besides, I'm pretty busy around here, you know."

"Well, I guess that's my fault," she frowned. "I shouldn't have taken you out of school. As good looking as you are, I'm sure you would have a girlfriend by now."

"Uh, maybe, yeah, I guess," I muttered, taking another drink of shine and sputtering as it seared its way down my throat.

I heard a distant grumble of thunder as mom just sat there looking at me like she was thinking. Like she was trying to make up her mind about something.

"Uh, sounds like it might rain," I said, breaking the awkward silence, not knowing what else to say.

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it?" she smiled, setting her glass down and slowly pushing up onto her bare feet. Then she turned and slowly stepped over to the window, spread the curtain apart and looked out through it.

My heart was racing as I watched her. The thin gown did little to hide anything underneath it and I could clearly see the long sweep of her back as it swooped down to the round swell of her butt. I could make out the dark crack running down its center bisecting it and dividing it into cheeks.

Then I watched her push the window up. The moment she did, the room was immediately filled with the fresh dampness that always precedes rain.

"I love the smell of rain . . ." mother murmured as I watched her breathe in a deep breath of the charged air.

"Yeah, me, too," I grunted, following her lead and sniffing in a lungful of the moist, humid air. Another musky scent tinged the night air flowing past ma, it was her, it smelled good.

Then she slowly turned around to face me. I couldn't keep from dropping my eyes down to her "baby-fat" globes. Her wonderful ta-tas strained out against the thin chiffon. I could make out everything about them under the gauzy material. Their size, their curve, the large ruddy circles a target for my lips, those engorged nubs protruding out to seduce my mouth. I could see everything. And then I looked down to the vague, shadowy triangle that covered the bottom of her tummy.

I couldn't stop the spark of excitement that arced through my cock making it jump inside my jeans.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" I heard my mother ask from across the room.

She had to know that I could see right through her skimpy, little gown. She had to know, I giddily thought.

"Uh, yeah, uh, I think you're, uh, beautiful, mom," I choked out trying not to swallow my tongue.Really?" she asked me as I watched her reach up to her shoulder and ease her fingers down under the neckline of the gown.

"Really, uh, yeah, really, mom, uh, beautiful—" I muttered repeating, unable to take my eyes off her fingers as they slowly pushed the stretchy neckline down over the curve of her shoulder.

What was she doing, my fevered brain screamed? Was she going to take off her gown? What was happening? This was getting crazier by the moment. I thought my peter was going to rip out through my jeans any second now as the ruffle of lace inched lower and lower down her shoulder.

Then she stopped and slowly dropped her hand down by her side. Breathlessly, I watched as she lifted her other hand up to her other shoulder. Easing her fingers under the neckline again, she began to push it down too. The neckline now diagonally stretched across her breasts running from up on one side down to the midpoint between her shoulder and elbow on the other side. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think straight. My poor brain was in a fog as I sat watching the bizarre scene unfolding in front of my eyes as I ogled her charms.

More and more of her quivering white mammeries came into full view as mother slowly pushed the teddy down off the curve of her shoulder. Keeping her eyes on mine, watching me, she kept pushing the neckline down her arm until the elastic band was stretching straight across her private pillows with the upper edge of their areolas just showing above it.

"Do you want to see?" she asked me, her voice quivering.

"Yesssss . . ." I hissed. "Yes, Mother, I'm sorry, but, yes, I want to see." I groaned out. I thought my brain was going to explode. The roaring inside it sounded like a hundred screaming jets. My heart was thundering like a bass drum. I could have made a fortune selling all of the cotton inside my mouth.

She didn't move at first. Then I perceived that she was moving toward me so slowly it seemed like she was gliding not walking. With her arms hanging down at her sides, she moved closer and closer until she was standing in front of me, not more than two or three feet away.

I wanted to reach out and touch her, run my fingers over the quivering softness of her incredible knockers. But my arms were paralyzed by fear. Fear that if I did, she would regain her senses and it would be over before it began.

I could smell her perfume now. It was some cheap stuff she had bought down at the truck stop, but on her it smelled like Channel No. 5.

"I can't help myself, Chet," I heard Mother whimper as her arms lifted back up to her shoulders and she began slowly pushing the neckline down again. Covetously watching her, I saw the neckline slip down, exposing the upper half of her pulchritude. Then I saw the elastic band snag on the ripe rigid right nipple, stopping its downward journey. She kept pushing it down until all of a sudden it sprang loose and with a flouncing bobble, her full unencumbered breast flopping out into the open.

"So pretty—" I moaned, staring at the bare bonanza as it hung down from her chest softly quivering and trembling. Moving with a little more impetus this time, she moved her other hand and started pushing the rest of the ruffled band of elastic lower. The elastic duplicated its earlier movement by catching on her other nipple. A quick tug on it and the left popped free as well, now exposing her whole top to fill my focus. OH! . . . the two of them drooping down and swooping out, uncovered and a feast for my drunken dizzy eyeballs. I absorbed the sight with a naughty hunger, my mouth watering with an inappropriate appetite.

"Are they too baggy?" I heard her softly ask as she cupped them in her hands and lifted them up off her chest.

"No—God, no!" I groaned.

"You're not just saying that," she whispered, easing them back down.

"They're perfect—" I praised, staring at them in reverent adoration.

My poor cock was rock hard and caught in such a painful position, I was about to cry. I had to fix it before it broke and left me with a useless hunk of flesh. Watching Mother continuing to push her gown down, I grabbed at my cock and jerked it over to a much less restricted position.

I saw mom pause and glance down at the bulge of my cock as I moved it. She seemed pleased that I was hard as she continued to stare at it for several long seconds. Then she smiled and went back to pushing her gown down her torso.

Now that I wasn't in pain anymore, I watched the neckband slowly crawl down over the rounded paunch of her belly and finally down past the forest of curls covering her sex. Those golden blond locks matched the color of her hair as more and more of the profuse tangle was revealed as she stripped, until suddenly the sheer slinky gown went slithering down her legs to land in a muddle covering her bare feet.

Daintily mother balanced as she slipped the panties off too. Now ma stood before me as naked as the day she'd been born . . . except for the band of gold she wore on her left ring finger. Strangely, I found myself staring at it as it caught the glare of that single light hanging over the table.

Mother saw me looking at her ring. Looking down at it herself, she lifted her hand up fingers splayed and slowly eased the little, gold band off her finger. Then she leaned toward me, reached around me and laid the ring on the table. She was giving up its protection, its message to the world of "Look, I am married. You can't have me." But now that token was gone and she was free once again. The symbolism of the gesture left me speechless. She was forsaking her marriage . . . for me!

"My Baby," she whispered, stepping up forcing my legs apart with her knees as she moved closer. I was astounded as I sat afraid to move. Afraid to do anything that would break the wonder of this moment. My mother's teats were now right in front of my face, her big bloated nipples a hair's breadth from my trembling lips. Then the left swollen nub brushed across my lips as my mother rolled her shoulders ever so slightly and leaned in closer.

Like a nursing baby, I opened my mouth and let the springy bulb slip between my lips. Taking the resilient flesh between my teeth, I gently nipped it as I began to softly suck. As I did, I felt my mother's fingers curl around the back of my head and pulled me towards her while pressing her bosom against my face, squashing it flat as I nursed on the supple bud.

"Chet . . ." I heard her whisper as I cautiously brushed my fingers over the soft, smooth skin of her thigh, just above the inner surface of her knee. Continuing to softly suckle and caress her nipple with my tongue, I let my fingers slowly crawl up the tender smooth skin of her inner thigh working my digits higher and higher. I'd never experienced such excitement. My pounding heart was about to beat out of my chest. I could barely breathe.

Time seemed to stop as I inched my hand closer and closer to her center of pleasure. Then, just a couple of inches below my intended target, I felt my mother's legs brush against mine forcing them farther apart as she spread herself open for my inquisitive fingers.

But just as I touched my goal there was loud thumping on the old roof as the first big raindrop slammed down in a deluge.

We both jumped at the unexpected crashing noise which make mom's spit-drenched nipple pop out of my mouth and sending my fingers slithering against the wet stickiness between her legs.

"Oh, God," I heard her gasp as she thrust her hips forward and mashed her breast back against my face. Like a baby trying to find its mother's milk, I searched with my lips until I once again found the swollen protrusion.

As I sucked and teased her nipple, I gently probed the weeping softness between her legs. This was fucking unbelievable. My mom! I was feeling her up, trying to find her pussy with my fingers. Exploring with my fingers into the giving softness, I felt her flesh as two of them slip up inside the clinging warmth of her vagina.

"Ohhhhhhhhh! Goddddd . . ." I heard her softly groan as she shoved her spongy orb against my face and I felt her pussy squeeze down around my digging fingers. I shoved them in deeper, all the way up to the last knuckles. Then I slowly pulled them back and softly thrust them up back inside.

"Oh, yessssss, Baby—" I heard Mother whimper as her sharp fingernails dug into the back of my head pushing my face against her soft cushiony chest. Outside the rain was continuing in earnest, beating down with a din which surrounded us, cloaking us in a secret world.

Just then as a particularly-loud peal of thunder shook the office, Mother leaned back away from me pulling her slippery nipple out of my mouth and reaching down to push my fingers out of her pussy.

"I want to see," Mother whispered, leaning down and hooking her fingers under the hem of my tee shirt and quickly pulling it up my sweaty chest, over my head and finally off over my extended arms. I felt like I was going to pass out. I knew that every drop of blood in my whole body had to be inside my achingly erect cock. I could feel every pulsing throb of my heart as it pumped more and more into it.

"Stand up—" she told me as she pitched my sweat-drenched shirt on the table where it landed by her wedding ring with a plop.

I didn't know if my wobbly knees would support my weight as I slowly stood up, hearing the chair scrape on the floor as it was nudged rearward by the back of my knees. Holding onto the table with one hand to support myself, I watched ma as she slowly dropped to her knees in front of me. All I could do was watch on in a stupor as her hands lifted up to the front of my jeans.

"It looks so big . . ." she mumbled, brushing her fingers over the bulge sticking out against my jeans as she found the copper button holding them closed. Swallowing, I tried to keep my heart down inside my chest where it belonged as mom pushed the fastener through its buttonhole.

I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how big cocks were supposed to be. The only ones I'd ever seen were in some old postcards and they didn't have measuring tapes included in the photos, so all you could do was guess. I knew that mine was eight inches long. I'd measured it more times than I could count. Just comparing it with the ones in the pictures I'd seen, it looked bigger, but I couldn't really tell. I guess I'd know pretty soon though I giddily thought as I felt my mother unzipping my jeans.

I hadn't taken time to put my underpants on when I went to get the ice and as the fly went zipping down its track, my cock, primed and ready came springing out into the open.

"My God—" my Mother gasped as her fingers stopped moving down while she stared at my cock in wide-eyed surprise. "It's huge—" she groaned, jerking the zipper to the end of its path and then running her fingers up the swollen underside of my jutting penis.

My chest swelled up with pride for a moment before a tickle of fear crept into it. Was I too big? I didn't know anything about fucking. I'd never done it before. Could a guy be too big? After all mom's pussy had felt really tight on my fingers.

"Is it okay?" I mumbled, staring down at my mother as I watched her hook her fingers under the waistband of my jeans and jerk them down around my knees. As she did, the rest of my cock and my balls flopped out, flouncing up and down right in front of her staring eyes.

"Is it okay? Oh, Baby, it's beautiful," she cooed, curling her hands around it and slowly bending it down toward her lips.

'What is she doing?' my fevered brain railed. I mean, I knew, but couldn't wrap my head around it at that moment.

I could see that the head of my prick was glistening wetly in the glare of the overhead light as mom's lips parted and her little pink tongue slipped out from between them.

"Mommmm—" I groaned as she slowly swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, licking away the copious coating of pre-cum that covered it.

"Yuummm . . ." mom murmured as she twirled her tongue around it again. I didn't know how much more I could endure as I felt Mother's soft, warm lips purse down around the head and gently suck. The fiery excitement swirling around inside my head was pushing me toward the edge and I could feel an eruption building down inside my balls.

"Ma! —mommy! You're going to make me cum . . ." I groaned, trying to warn her of the impending explosion as I struggled to hold it back.

Heeding the warning, mom eased her lips back off the hypersensitive head of my pulsing prick. Then, still holding my cock in her hand, keeping it pointed at her face, she looked up at me with her soft brown eyes and slowly ran her tongue around her lips.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth?" she asked. Her was voice soft and sultry, barely audible above the clamor of the rain beating down on the roof above and the pounding roar inside my head.

"What do you want, mother?" I whimpered, not knowing what to do or say. This was my first time with a woman. What did she want me to do? I just wanted to do what she wanted me to do. I just wanted to please her. I wanted to make her filled with joy. I wanted to fill ma with me!

"I just want you to be happy, honey. That's all. I'll do anything you want me to," she smiled up at me. "Just tell me and I'll do it."

My brain was in a fog. I couldn't think. I was torn with so many things I wanted to do whirling around inside my head. I couldn't choose just one. I wanted to do them all at once, but of course, that was impossible.

"Take your time, Baby . . . we have all night," she whispered, kissing the tip of a finger and placing it on my lips. Then she gently pushed me backwards and I flopped back down into the chair.

Still on her knees looking up at me, she lifted one of my feet at a time and eased them out of my shoes then set them back on the floor. Still in a euphoric fog, I sat watching her as she dug her fingers under the waistband of my jeans and tugged them down around my ankles. My steel bar cock was still jutting up in the air twitching this way and that as she wrestled with my jeans trying to get them off over my bare feet.

At last, she got them off and I too was naked.

Supporting herself on my knees, she pushed up onto her feet in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits as they bobbled and rolled in front of my face. Reaching down for my numb hands, she took them in hers and slowly pulled me up onto my feet.

In her bare feet, mom was about six inches shorter than my six-foot frame. Looking up at me with her huge soft eyes, she stepped in closer and allowed me to clutch those heavenly darlings for a minute. Then she sighed and moved tight against me.

I felt her big tits brush against my chest while I felt her curly pubic hair tickle up against my dangling balls. Not knowing what else to do, I reached out and took her in my arms and gently pulled her against me. As I did, she reciprocated and wrapped her arms around me.

There was something so warm and intimate about that moment as I leaned down and found her lips with mine. Her lips were sweet and supple as we kissed. The kiss started out tender and loving, but it quickly grew more intense as I felt my mother's tongue force its way between my lips.

An explosion of excitement fired off down inside my cock as I felt her hot, probing tongue find its way into my mouth. I'd never French kissed a woman before, I felt like every part of me was going to explode. The tip of my Mother's tongue brushed across my tongue and another flash of excitement ripped through my peter making it twitch again. I was amazed it didn't just cream right then!

Then my ma's fingers curled around the back of my head as she clenched me against her and we were engrossed in our kissing, lovers locked together as one. We were touching from head to toe and where our skin came in contact it was hot like someone had touched a glowing ember against me. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see as my eyes had instinctively fluttered shut. I could feel every pulsing thud of my thundering heart as it raced inside my chest.

At last we broke for air. Gasping, trying to catch my breath, I looked down at my mother and saw that she was looking up at me. I had never seen such a look of love and warmth before. It made me feel like a little boy basking in his mommy's love. I was lost and I knew that I would never find my way back without my her to guide me, lead me, and show me the way.

"Come," I heard her whisper as she untangled herself from me, leaving one arm wrapped around my waist. Then she turned and slowly stepped toward her room, guiding me as I stumbled along beside her.

As she did, I once again became aware of the roar of the rain beating down on the roof above. The storm raging inside my head had been so loud it had drowned out the sounds of the wild downpour outside. Then a deafening clap of thunder shook the house and I felt Mother's arm tighten around my waist.

"Hurry—" she whispered, walking faster almost running toward the open doorway leading into her room.

Suddenly we were standing beside her bed. Unlike mine, Mother's bed was always neatly made up. Reaching down, she quickly threw back the covers and crawled up on them. I was a little boy again; a young boy, alone and afraid on a stormy night. But there was hope. Refuge from the thunder and lightning outside. I was being invited into the safest, the most amazing hideaway imaginable. My Mother's Bed!

Smiling tenderly, holding her arms outstretched up to me, she welcomed me onto her mattress. My legs wouldn't move. I was paralyzed again. I wanted to join her so much, but something was holding me back. This was my mother! How could I do this to her? Something deep inside my psyche was rebelling against the thought of committing this horrible crime against nature.

"Ma . . ." I whimpered as that part of me that was resisting tried to tell her that it was wrong.

She seemed to sense my weakness. Sense that I was wavering in a moral dilemma as she gradually spread her legs apart and slowly ran her fingers up the tangle of blond curls covering her womanhood.

"Come . . . Come to Mommy," she whispered.

Those words melted my resistance and I tumbled down beside her.

"Oh, Baby," she murmured as our lips met and we kissed deep and intensely for the longest time. As we kissed, her hands were all over me, touching, caressing, fondling, guiding me and leading me along. Then, without even realizing that I was moving, I suddenly found myself atop her, lying in between her outstretched, welcoming legs with the head of my thick long meaty prick resting against the weeping warmth between them.

I was suffocating in the fiery emotions of the moment. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. But primitive instincts born of millions of years of procreation took over and I felt the muscles in my ass tighten, curling my hips and probing the softness, searching for the opening to my mother's sex.

"Yesssssss—" I heard my mom hiss as I felt the head of my penis finally find the slippery entrance to her vagina and slither inside her hot cunt at last!

I'd never felt anything like it as I felt her pussy clutch down around my cock. It was everything wonderful and good, all combined way deep down inside her accepting wet warmth.

"So big—so big-'' I heard Mother groan out as the head of my cock spread her open and pushed deeper into the clinging heat.

Then I felt her ankles curl around the backs of my thighs just below the clenched cheeks of my ass as she pulled me down within her. I could feel the straining muscles in her legs trembling, quivering with exertion as I pushed deeper and deeper into her.

It felt like my peter was being enveloped in boiling liquid silk as she consumed me with her feminine grotto. I was a doomed man and I knew that I would never be able to get enough of the wondrous thing between my mama's legs.

Then I felt the tips of my mother's fingers digging down into the clenched muscles of my ass, pushing on me and trying to get me all the way inside her empty, lonely womb. I pushed and probed, prodded and pounded my pole inside her as I stroked back and forth in her hole. And I finally did reach the bottom. I finally was balls deep in ma. My nuts banged her ass as my pubic bone bumped, even bruised her pubic mound. ALL EIGHT INCHES IN!

Then suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt my mother's body jerk as every muscle in her body clamped down and began to shake. 'What was happening?' my fevered brain wondered. Was she having a convulsion? Had I done something wrong?

"Oh—Godddddd, oh, Godddd, Cummminngggg—" I heard her gasp as I felt her pussy squeeze down around my cock, contracting and releasing with each shaking spasm of pleasure that undulated through it. She was coming! My mother was having an orgasm! I'd made her CUM! Hell, before now, I thought only guys could have an orgasm. I didn't even really know what an orgasm was, or that women could have one, too. All I knew was when I jacked off long enough, some gooey, white jism would shoot out of my cock. Now mom was doing the same thing? It was fucking wild.

It was all too much and I felt like someone had just smacked me on the ass as my cock twitched and a giant stream of cream came spewing out of it into the clutching depths of my mama's cunny.

"Oh—God—Yessss—" she screamed out, driving her heels into my ass and forcing me into her all the way up to the hilt as our groins slammed together consummating the defilement. "Commminnnnggg . . againnnnnn— " she groaned.

"Sorrrrieeeee—" I groaned out, lunging up, trying to push in even deeper every time my peter kicked and fired off another blast inside her. I couldn't believe that I'd cum so quickly. Sometimes it would take me ten or even fifteen minutes to cum when I was jacking off, but it seemed that I'd barely gotten my cock inside her before I was coming. But she'd had an orgasm, too. It was crazy! I'd never felt anything so fantastic. This was a million times, no, a trillion times, no, a gazillion times better than jacking off. I would never jack-off again, I swore. Not as long as my ma was with me.

I could see she was looking up at me with wide tear-stained eyes and wetness was freely flowing down her cheeks.

Had I done something to hurt her? What? What had I done wrong?

"What's wrong, mother?" I whispered, leaning down, trying to kiss the dampness off her cheeks.

"Nothing's wrong, Baby. I'm just so happy for us," she blubbered, finding my lips with hers as she hungrily returned my kisses.

I knew that I had a lot to learn about women and their ways. About love. About everything. But I had an excellent teacher. And I knew that ma would teach me everything I needed to know . . . I wondered if mom would mind giving me a titty-fuck when I got hard again?