Awful Love - part 4

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Austin scrambled to all fours. He tried to stay away from his mother while crawling by her without touching her.

Shirley reached over and stroked his cock through his shorts as her son passed her.

"MOM! STOP!"

Austin scrambled back to the far side of the tent. His mother sat up with her legs on either side of him, her pussy barely three feet away. He was frightened and aroused. His mother had never behaved like this.

Shirley caught the faint residual odor of marijuana when she entered the tent A haze of wellbeing enhanced by Austin's pheromones filled the small tent. Her pussy was sticky with her juices.

"Have you been smoking dope," she asked, faking a sternness she did not feel.

"No...YES! Look, mom, cover yourself with the blanket. I...,"

He fumbled for the right words as he pushed the blanket toward her.

Shirley reached for the blanket and missed it the first time. Her head swam. She felt disoriented and out of body.

I'm a lot higher than usual, she thought.

The alarm sounded in her head, warning her of the impropriety of what she was contemplating. She shook it to clear it.

"Where is it, young man?"

Shirley's lopsided smile belied the sternness she tried to get into her voice. She was enjoying Austin's discomfort.

He tossed one end of the blanket over his mother's lower body. He reached under the other end of the blanket and pulled out his blunt.

Shirley was uncaring of the compromising position she put her and her son in. She still felt playful.

"What is that?" She leaned forward.

"It's a blunt. I hollow out a cigar and stuff it with J. It enhances the high."

Austin's cock throbbed as his mother leaned forward. Again, he saw down her top. Not as far as before when she was on her knees entering the tent. But enough that he could see the full curve of her breasts.

Her nipples were large and impossibly hard, unlike the breasts he saw online. Her areola was large with little bumps on it.

"Really! Let me try it!"

"Are you sure, mom?'

"Yes! Give it to me!"

Shirley giggled. Those were the same words she used when she and her husband fucked.

Austin reached under the blanket and retrieved his Bic lighter. He fired up the blunt and handed it to his mother. He stole glances at her body as she inhaled deeply.

He had seen her like this once before. She and his father came home early in the morning from a New Year's Eve party. She was high, all giggly and playful. They came into his bedroom to wish him a happy new year.

When she kissed him on the lips to wish him a happy new year, her tongue touched his lips. Startled, he pulled back. She winked at him, took his father's hand, and led him down the hall to their bedroom. Later he heard her profane screams as they had sex.

"Careful, mom! The tobacco and the weed combination can hit you pretty hard."

Watery-eyed, Shirley smiled at her son. He seemed to be further away and fuzzy. She took another big hit and handed him the blunt.

"Austin, I was smoking this shit before you were born."

She watched as he held the blunt in his hand.

"Go on! Take a hit! Are you going to let your old mother get high alone?"

Austin took a long deep pull, huffing to hold the smoke in his lungs as long as he could. When he finally exhaled, only a thin cloud of smoke came out.

"WOW! Let me try that!"

Shirley reached for the proffered blunt and missed. She crawled to where her son was and sat next to him. They were squeezed shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh in the tent.

Outside the tent and across the small beach, the houseboat with her sleeping husband floated at anchor.

Austin's eyes dropped to his mother's thighs as she inhaled. They seemed to glow in the lantern's dim light and through the haze of the marijuana smoke.

He touched her thigh. It felt smooth and warm.

Shirley coughed explosively when she tried to huff like he had, spraying saliva across the tent. Her cough caused her to slide forward, and Austin's hand slid between her legs.

Austin froze. His was on his mother's pussy, the first pussy he ever touched.

"No, Austin! Don't!"

Shirley was aware of her son's hand on her privates. Her plea was plaintive and insincere. The scene played into her fantasies while masturbating with his semen-stained underwear to her nose. She recalled the websites she browsed while researching her son's prepubescent fascination with her body. Some suggested sex with a son was okay. Sober, the idea was ridiculous. High it was probable, though scary.

"I love you, momma!"

Austin felt his mother's steaming pussy's wetness as his index finger slid between her swollen cunt lips.

"Austin, we need to stop. This has gone too far."

Shirley grabbed his hand but did not pull his finger from her pussy. Instead, her hips pumped up involuntarily as Austin's finger slid into her depths.

"I love you, momma," he repeated, unsure what to say.

Austin slowly finger fucked his mother, emulating what he saw in the porn movies and reveling in the warm wetness of her hole. Marijuana suppressed the conditioned response of a child to obey a parent. With his free hand, he pulled loose the belt of her robe.

Unaware of what he was dominating her, Austin reinforced his mother's submissive side, ignoring her insincere pleas.

"Please, Austin, no!" Shirley clutched at Austin's hand, pushing her robe open.

Her body betrayed her. As she pleaded with her son to stop, her hips pumped against his invading finger.

With a strength enhanced by desperation, Shirley lunged forward, intending to escape the tent and put distance between her son and her. The robe came off in Austin's hand.

"Oh my god, mom! Your breasts are amazing."

Austin stared unabashedly at his mother's large breasts.

"Stop, Austin, stop!" Why am I so wet?

Shirley crossed her arms over her chest in a futile attempt to cover herself. Austin stripping off her robe played into her fantasy of being forcibly taken. It was a fantasy she and Carl often roleplayed. Now, her son was the aggressor. It was at once frightening and intensely erotic.

I can't fuck my son. I can't!

Reason tried to flood back into her addled mind. This was the real world, not a fantasy. This was not a story she read on the Literotica website. Nor was it a role play with her husband. Unless she stopped him, her son was going to fuck her!

Driven by lust, inhibitions lowered by the drug, Austin grasped his mother's nipple and tweaked it.

His heart was in his throat. He was taking charge, emulating the stories he read when researching BDSM. His mother's half-hearted resistance suggested she was enjoying it.

Shirley dropped to her hands and knees and tried to crawl out of the tent. Her emotions ran the gamut from fear to unholy arousal. Her pussy was gooey wet. She was halfway out when Austin grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

Shirley lay on her belly, breathing harshly. She fought weakly as Austin caressed her ass while holding her ankle. She clawed at the air mattress, scrambling to get out of the tent. She felt the weight of her son's body as he crawled onto her back, using his knees to force her legs apart. He pinned her arms above her head.

"No, Austin, no!"

Despite her protest, her pussy gushed. Her fantasy world, enhanced by alcohol and reefer, was intruding on real life.

She stopped struggling when the head of his cock pressed against her entrance. She knew she wanted this. She wanted him since she inhaled his scent while masturbating with his semen-stained underwear. Now his aroma filled her nostrils and drove her lust.

She wanted to surrender, to be taken! She wanted Austin to do to her whatever he wanted while her last vestiges of reason screamed at her not to let him.

She tried to raise her arms. Austin was stronger; he kept them pinned above her head. Her eyes widened as his cock sank into her. His length, led by his large mushroom head, filled her.

"Should I stop, mom? Do you really want me to stop?"

Austin pumped slowly in and out of his mother's creaming hole.

"No, baby," she whispered, "I don't want you to stop."

Shirley stopped struggling but thrust her hips up against her son. The sensation of his tool filling her hole permeated her body. She was where she wanted to be, doing what she wanted to do!

"If I had those silk ropes you and dad hide under the bed, I would tie you up! Would you like that, mom? Would you like your son to fuck you while you were restrained?"

"Anything you want! Just Fuck me, Austin! Fuck your mommy!"

Shirley felt some discomfort as her son's cock filled her hole. He was bigger than his father, much bigger! Her pussy farted as her son's cock slid in her dripping wet cunt, pushing out the air.