A Stormy Night

Emily and Caleb were returning from a two-week visit with her sister, Gloria. They had gotten a late start and now it looked like they were going to have to pay for it.

"The storm is approaching Haleyville and Highway 216. It should arrive within the next half-hour. All persons should take shelter as soon as possible. You can expect strong winds and heavy rain with possible hail. Travel is not recommended!" the radio blared as Emily drove along looking at the dark cloud approaching from the west.

"I guess we're not going to make it home tonight. Better stop somewhere along here because I'm certainly not driving through that thing!" Emily said, nervously looking at the ominous dark clouds.

"Want me to drive?" Caleb, always the adventurer, asked, more out of bravado than any real desire to drive through the oncoming storm.

"No! I'm not going to take a chance," Emily fussed. "I know that you're a good driver, but better safe than sorry..."

"Okay," Caleb agreed, actually thankful that his mother had decided not to go on.

"We've still got the sandwiches left from lunch. And the wine in the cooler. We won't even have to go out to eat. It'll be like a picnic, a picnic in the storm," she nervously laughed.

Well, that would give them more time together, Caleb thought to himself. This being his senior year in high school, he would be going away to college pretty soon. He'd really enjoyed his time with his mother on this visit. He couldn't explain the difference in their relationship on this trip, but something seemed to have changed between them. She seemed to be treating him more like a man than her son. He couldn't put his finger on exactly what it was, but there was just something different. And he liked that difference! They somehow seemed closer now. And away from home, away from his father, Bud, she had become a different woman. A woman, he sickly thought. Not just Mom! She seemed more at ease, more relaxed, more adventurous. Why she had even bungee-jumped with him. She would never have done that at home. At least he didn't think she would. 

"There's a motel right up there with a vacancy sign," she grinned over at him. "It'll be nice to get out from behind this wheel anyway..."

Caleb sat in the car watching the storm draw closer and closer as the sky grew turned to a deep purple while his mother went into the motel office. The wind was swirling around the parking lot, whipping clouds of debris into the air and tossing it about. 

Then he saw his mother come striding out of the motel office with the key in her hand. As she did, it was hard not to notice the bobbling flounce of her big breasts under her thin blouse. Ashamed of himself, he wondered what they really looked like underneath their covering of cloth. They were big; he knew that by the way she filled out her blouse...

"Got one," Emily told him pitching him the key as she crawled into the car.

Caleb felt another jolt of shame as his eyes dropped down to her thigh when she slid under the steering wheel. He was rewarded with a flash of creamy white thigh before she reached down and huffily pulled her skirt back down. She'd spent most of the afternoon trying to keep her short skirt from riding up her shapely legs and Caleb had spent most of his time sneaking peeks over at them.

Hey, he told himself, he couldn't help it if his mother had pretty legs! He was a guy after all, and she was a woman! A beautiful woman...

"Last time I wear a short skirt on a long trip," she muttered, cranking the car.

"I didn't mind," Caleb nervously joked, "besides you got great gams, Mom!"

"Thank you, but they're hardly what my son should be gawking at all day long," she fussed, turning into their parking spot in front of their room. "Don't you think?"

"Hey, what can I say? I'm a growing boy in case you haven't noticed," he smirked back at her, hoping he wasn't going over the line. 

"Oh, I've noticed," she shot back, turning off the ignition. "Better hurry, looks like the storm is just about here."

And what did she mean by that remark? "Oh, I've noticed!" Was there some hidden meaning in it that he didn't know?

Five minutes later, they were safely tucked away inside their room and had everything stowed away as the first big drops of rain began to splat down in the parking lot. Looking out the window, Caleb watched the big, round circles of water quickly merge into each other and cover the ground with a glistening sheen of rain. 

Then he saw a flash of lightning in the distance as the forked fury vented its anger on earth. It was quite a ways off and it took several seconds for the rumble of thunder to finally find them. 

"Looks like it's here," Emily said, stepping up beside him to watch out the window, too.

"Yep," he said, suddenly feeling a strange sense of self-consciousness.

What was wrong with him, he asked as the fragrance of his mother's flowery perfume wafted over him, mixing with the smell of the rain and adding a new, unfamiliar sense of intimacy to the whole thing. Then he felt her hip brush up against his for the briefest of moments as she turned and walked over to the cooler. 

"Want some wine?" she asked, flipping open the lid to the cooler and pulling out a bottle.

"Sure," he grinned, walking over to join her. 

Standing back at the window with his wine, he watched the flashes of lightning getting closer and closer while the sky grew darker and darker. The storm and dusk seemed to be working in cahoots with dusk to snuff out daylight as night rapidly raced to cover the town. Caleb watched as lights began to blink on outside. They all had a fuzzy, blurry look as he looked out through the rain-smeared glass and the pouring rain. 

Lightning darted and danced over the motel filling the sky above them with a dazzling display of aerial fireworks. The accompanying symphony of thunder added a sense of excited suspense to the whole thing. It was almost as if it were an overture to something...something big...something even grander. But much more foreboding. 

"The storm is over Haleyville and should last for about another thirty minutes," the weathercaster said from the television set. "But there is another more severe storm approaching just behind this one. There should be about a twenty minute lull between the storms but be prepared for an even more impressive light show when the second cell moves over..."

"I don't know what it is, but there's something so, so exciting about a thunder storm," Emily murmured. "Exciting and frightening. It makes me feel all nervous and jittery inside..."

At that very moment, there was a blinding flash of light outside the window and everything went dark. A half a moment later, the room was shaken by a deafening crash of thunder. 

"Oh, my Goodness!" Caleb heard his mother huff under her breath. 

"You okay?" he asked her, unable to see her in the pitch black. 

"Uh, yeah, just a little more frightened now," she murmured, her voice coming closer.

Then he felt something soft and giving brush up against his arm, jostling his glass of wine as the air around him was once again filled with the heady fragrance of Lilacs. 

"Oops!" he heard his mother mumble, as another flash of light filled the room and Caleb found their faces only inches apart. 

Staring into each other's eyes for that brief instant, neither of them moved. But this flash of lightning seemed to flicker on forever as they stood transfixed, frozen in time, the air around them sparking and hissing with electricity and excitement! Caleb suddenly had an almost overpowering urge to kiss her! He could almost feel her hot breath on his lips as the distance between their lips seemed to shrink. Then the lightning was gone and they were back in the dark but their lips touched ever so lightly for a fleeting moment. 

"Uh, sorry," she nervously coughed and Caleb felt the soft pressure of her breast leave his arm. "Didn't mean to bump into you!"

"That's okay," he mumbled. "It's darker than the ace of spades in here."

"I'm glad that we have the wine," she anxiously laughed. "I'd be scared witless if I were completely sober. The wine takes the edge off everything. Speaking of which..."

Then Caleb heard the tinkle of glass against glass as she was apparently trying to refill her glass with more wine. There had been something sickly exciting and stirring about their brief encounter. He couldn't put a finger on precisely what had happened. But he swore that their lips had actually touched. While it wasn't really a kiss, it was close enough to get the motors running. It seemed that they had been close to kissing, and he wanted to give it another chance as he slowly started shuffling toward where he thought his mother stood. Groping in the dark, he felt a spark of electricity jolt up his arm as his fingers nudged up against something soft and giving. It was her breast again. Even hidden inside her brassiere, it had a soft pliancy to it.

"Oops! Sorry," he lied, holding his hand pressed against it for a moment before reluctantly pulling his hand back away from it. 

The room was suddenly filled with light again and they found themselves only inches apart for a second time. Their eyes met for another brief instant and something dark and sinister seemed to pass between them. The air around them crackled and became unbearably hot. It was difficult to breathe and Caleb felt a sheen of perspiration pop out on his forehead!

Then his mother gave out a soft, nervous cough and stepped back. Turning away from him, she stumbled back over to the window and looked out into the stormy night. 

What was going on, he asked himself? Something had just happened between them! But what? He could sense the charged atmosphere of the room. He couldn't put his finger on just exactly what was happening, but he swore something had happened in that brief moment their lips had touched.

And now he had a stirring feeling that was similar to how he felt before he went out on a date. That same nervous, jittery, butterflies in the stomach feeling. He had never felt like this before...with his mother! He felt himself being drawn to her, not as his mother, but by a different, darker attraction! And that overpowering urge to kiss her was growing stronger by the moment...

As he stood thinking about what was happening the television began to blare again. 

"...the second storm is rapidly approaching..." Caleb heard the weatherman drone on as he saw that his mother was blushing in the glare of the lights. 

"Uh, I think I'll get dressed for bed while we still have some light," she mumbled, setting her glass down and hurrying over to her suitcase.

"Uh, that's probably a good idea," he told her, watching her pull a filmy, red nightgown out and hurry into the bathroom closing the door behind her. 

Damn, he told himself, that gown is so sheer, you can see right through it! What was she thinking? Was that what she wanted? Did she want him to see her body? Or had she just forgotten how sheer it was in the rush to get dressed for bed in case the lights went out again?

This was all new territory for him. He had never thought of his mother like this! And he didn't know why it was happening tonight. Maybe it was the buzz he had from the wine! Maybe it was the testosterone pouring through his blood stream! Or maybe the ozone from the storm! Or maybe it was just the excitement of being all alone with her. Or maybe it was storm! Or maybe it was a combination of all of them, but whatever it was, he felt all excited and tingly. All warm and prickly down there, like something was going to happen! Something was going to happen between them...

Then he poured himself another glass of wine and stood by the window watching the storm and waiting for his mother to return. 

After a few minutes, the bathroom door opened and he saw his mother stick her head out. 

"Caleb, Honey, could you turn the light out for a second until I get in bed?" she asked him. "This is the only nightgown I have and it's pretty revealing."

"Uh, sure, okay, Mom," he disappointedly mumbled, trudging over to the light switch and flipping it off. 

The shaft of light escaping from the bathroom blinked out just then, plunging the room into total darkness once again. Then he heard the bathroom door close. 

"Fuck—ouch—" he heard his mother yelp. 

"Are you okay? Do you want me to turn the light on," he asked, his fingers resting on the light switch.

"No! I just stubbed my toe a little. I'm fine," he heard her say from across the room. "Just a minute..."

"Just say when," he told her.

"Okay, now," she finally said. 

Blinking in the bright light, he looked over and saw that his mother was in her bed with the bedspread pulled up under her chin hiding her body from his prying eyes. 

"Could you be a Sweetie Pie and bring my wine over here?" she asked, sneaking her arm out from the covers and extending it toward him, batting her big, brown eyes at him. 

"Uh, sure," he said, wondering if the something between them had simply been a figment of his fevered teenage mind. Whatever it was, it seemed to have disappeared, he sadly thought.

Stepping over to her bed, he handed her the glass of wine, trying to catch a peek of her big breasts in the process. 

But any opportunity for such an occurrence was quickly snuffed out by a crackling rip of lightning as the room was plunged into total darkness once again. Caleb flinched when a blast of thunder followed the lightning, shaking the room.

"I guess I might as well get into bed, too," he forlornly muttered, groping his way through the dark toward his bed. "Looks like there's not much going to be going around here tonight except thunder and lightning."

"I guess not," he heard his mother murmur from her bed. 

Striping down to his shorts in the dark, he slid under the sheets and lay back to listen to the storm. The rain beating down on the room was so loud, it sounded like the snare drummer in a band. The brilliant flashes of lightning were getting closer and the thundering crashes following them grew louder and louder. 

Damn! Damn! Damn! He cursed to himself, shoving his hand down into his boxer shorts to his throbbing cock. The close intimacy of their encounters had taken their toll on his cock and it was hard and frustrated. Wrapping his hand around it, he began to slowly work his hand up and down.

"Uh, Caleb, Honey..." Caleb heard his mother plaintively whine from her bed.

A wave of guilt washed over Caleb. What was he doing? His mother was laying not more than ten feet away and here he was with his fucking cock in his hand beating off right in front of her. Could she hear him above the storm?

"Yeah, Mother..." Caleb answered her, a touch of frustration in his voice as he wondered what she wanted. 

"I'm frightened..." he heard her whimper." Could you come hold me...hold me until the storm is over..."

She wanted him to hold her? Was this it? Did she want more? But what if she didn't? What if it was just like she said and she was scared. Scared and just wanted him to hold her?

Oh, shit, he fumed to himself. Now she'll know! She'll know that I have a hard on!

"Uh, yeah, I guess so" he grunted, throwing his sheet off and swinging his legs out of bed. Fumbling for his glass, he found it and quickly gulped down the last of the wine. Quit complaining, fool, he told himself. Isn't this what you wanted?

Reaching down, he made sure that his stiff peter wasn't sticking out of his shorts then he blindly groped his way toward her bed with his arms outstretched in front of him. Suddenly, his knees bumped up against her bed at the same instant his hand brushed against quivering, bare flesh. A bare breast? What the fuck was going on, he deliriously wondered

"Oops, sorry," he grunted, pulling his hand away from her breast, feverishly wondering why it wasn't covered by her gown. 

'That's okay, you couldn't see," she murmured as he heard the rustle of the bed sheets. "Slide in under the sheets."

Caleb's heart was pounding so hard he thought it might just explode, and the roaring in his head was so loud he couldn't hear the thunder outside any more. Sliding under the covers, he slowly scooted over until he brushed up against the warm softness of her body as she snuggled up against him.

"Thank you," she softly whispered into his ear.

"You're welcome," he somehow choked out.

The storm raging outside couldn't compare with the one raging inside Caleb's fevered brain. Fearfully, he eased her arm under her neck and gently pulled her to him. As he did, he could feel her big, soft breasts pressing against his ribs and her belly resting against his hip. Strangely, he could feel the slippery material of her gown covering her now. And he could feel her hot breath on his ear as she curled her arm around him and gently pulled him to her. 

"That's better..." she softly whispered, giving him a little hug." I'm not as scared now..."

Caleb was in a panic. He had a hard on that was growing harder and harder each fiery moment as his mother snuggled up against him. And there was nothing between them but the silky, thin gown. She smelled so good. Her body was so soft and warm pressed up against him as the lightning flashed and the thunder grumbled and growled outside the motel. And every time the thunder crackled, his mother jumped and hugged him a little tighter.

Bending his arm, he nervously tickled his fingers down her bare back. 

"That feels nice," she murmured, pressing herself against him a feather harder. 

Then his fingers brushed across the little silk ribbon that was tied in a loose knot and held her gown together. The gown had a split down the back all the way from her neck to the top of her ass and was held together by the single satin ribbon. Untying that knot would allow the front of her gown drop away, drop down off her big breasts. 

What would happen if it came undone, he tipsily wondered? All the wine he had consumed was suddenly making him feel foolishly brazen. And the warm, soft body pressed up against him was making him grow braver and braver. He could tell her that the ribbon had caught on his ring or something, he told himself. Then he began to gently pluck at it with his fingertips. 

Suddenly, another flash of lightning was followed immediately by another peal of thunder making his mother jump. As she did, he jumped, too, jerking on the ribbon and untying it!

"That was close," he whispered, realizing that nothing now held her gown up but the pressure of their two bodies pressed against each other. 

"Yes, it was," she whispered back, hugging him tighter. 

What now, he asked himself, his fingers brushing over the soft, smooth skin of her back? Slowly he let his fingers trail down her bare back until they were brushing over the small of her back just above the swell of her butt. 

"I think I had too much to drink," she murmured, slowly easing back away from him for a moment. And as she did, the gown went slithering down off her breasts and onto the bed between them. 

Oh, shit, he frantically thought! Now she'll know. She'll know that her gown is untied—

Expecting her to pull away from him, or pull the gown back up, Caleb was surprised when she did neither. What was going on? Numbly wondering what was happening, he felt her ease back up against him! Didn't she know? Couldn't she feel it? Was she just ignoring it, thinking it was an accident or something? Or did she do it on purpose? Was she telling him something? Was she telling him to go ahead? Telling him that she was too drunk to stop him, he numbly wondered? This time, he could feel the bare flesh of her breasts pressed against his side as the swollen jut of her big, hot nipples digging into his skin.

"Me, too!" he groaned out, wishing he had the courage to touch her big, soft tits. 

Neither of them moved for a couple of minutes. They just lay pressed against each other listening to the storm rage outside. Then Caleb felt his mother ease away from him and slowly roll over onto her back. 

Was it over, he stormed? Was she done with him? Did she want him to leave now? All these frenzied thoughts swirled through his head as he lay waiting. Waiting for a signal! Waiting for her to tell him what to do. Waiting for something...

Scarcely able to breathe, he felt her hands slowly curl around his trembling hand. Then, a spasm of electricity fired off inside his brain as she slowly lifted his hand up to one of her quivering breasts. 

"Touch it..." she softly murmured, laying his hand on her breast. Then her hand moved away from his. 

Caleb was in an ecstatic fog as he gently clutched at her breast. He couldn't believe how soft and warm it was as its big, rubbery nipple rubbed against the palm of his quaking hand. 

"Too much to drink," she murmured, gently thrusting her breast up against his groping hand. "Shouldn't do this..."

Leaning over, Caleb gave her a gentle, loving kiss on the cheek as he fondled her breast with his hand.

As he did, he suddenly found his lips pressed against hers as she quickly turned to face him. He continued to grope and fondle her heaving breast as they kissed long and deeply, their tongues intertwining, twisting, probing, searching! It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him! Fighting to hold back the explosion that was building down in his cock, he hoped that he wouldn't shoot his wad and ruin it all. He wanted to come in the worst way, but not like this! He wanted to come inside her!

Emboldened by the kiss, Caleb finally moved his lips away from hers and slowly kissed his way down her cheek onto her neck. Slowly, scooting down as he went, he continued to rain down soft butterfly kisses on her neck and then down onto her shoulder. Keeping his lips pressed against the soft skin, moving lower and lower down onto the slope of her breast, he continued to gently pull and pluck at the big, swollen nipple sticking out of its tip. It seemed to take forever, but at last his lips replaced his fingers on the jutting nub of stiff, engorged flesh. Pursing his lips around the swollen rosebud of hard, rubbery flesh, he gently sucked and nipped at it with his lips while he tickled and teased it with his tongue. 

As he gently suckled her, Caleb found his hand resting on her flat belly just below her breast. Easing his hand down under the slippery silk gown, he tickled the tip of a finger down into the little indentation of her belly button and heard a soft murmur escape from her lips. 

The storm outside raged on, but it couldn't match the ferocity of the one swirling around inside his reeling brain. 

How could this be happening, he deliriously wondered? Nothing like this had ever gone on between them and now this? Eighteen years and nothing even remotely like this had happened between them. But now! Now it was like a tidal wave of passion rushing across him, growing stronger and stronger with each passing second. He couldn't fathom it, but there was nothing that could stop him now! He would have her! He would have his MOTHER!

Slowly, almost teasingly, he moved his trembling fingers down over the soft smoothness of her belly, moving lower and lower under the gown. Then electricity tickled up his fingers as his fingertips brushed over the soft, swirl of curls that covered the Y of his mother's ever-so-slightly rounded belly.

Trying to keep his cock from erupting, he tickled his fingers through the soft curls and down onto the ridge of swollen flesh that ran down out of the curls. Following the little, rounded crest, he felt it abruptly end at the fleshy jut of her clit that was sticking up out of its little sheath. 

"Mmmmmmmmm..." she murmured out as he slowly teased the tip of his finger back and forth across the swollen nub.

His mother's clit, he numbly thought! He was playing with his mother's clit! 

Flicking and teasing the tiny nub of flesh, he felt her thigh brush up against his rock-hard, primed cock as her legs slowly parted. Then he felt her fingers clutching at his belly. 

"Touch it—touch you—" she mumbled. "So bad..." 

She wanted to touch him? She wanted to touch his cock? Wanted to touch him so bad? Or what they were doing was so bad? He didn't know, but he wasn't going to stop until she made him or...

Jerking his hand away from her clit, Caleb grabbed hold of the bed covers and threw them back off them. Lifting his mouth off her breast, he spun around until they were lying head to foot with his head even with her hips. The bed shuddered as his mother moved and although he couldn't see it, he knew that he was lying face to face with his mother's pussy. Just then, he felt her hands find his jutting manhood. 

"Oh, God..." he groaned out as he felt her hot lips close down around his aching, throbbing penis.

Futilely fighting to stave off the massive eruption that was about to blow down inside his balls, he felt his mother's hot, wet pussy rubbing up against his chin, coating it with her slippery juices. 

"Mother—Mother—Come! Come!" he blathered out, trying to pull back so that he wouldn't come in her mouth.

But that was not to be as he felt his mother's long, sharp fingernails dig down into his ass. Pulling on him, she pulled his cock even deeper into her mouth as she frantically sucked harder and harder. 

Suddenly, Caleb couldn't stop it! A fiery spasm of pleasure ripped through his peter making it buck and fire out a massive gush of cum into his mother's hot, sucking mouth.

Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck, he feverishly thought. He was coming...coming in his MOTHER'S MOUTH! 

Suddenly, as his mother gulped down his creamy gush, the lights blinked on. 

Momentarily blinded by the light, Caleb blinked and looked down at his mother who still had her lips wrapped around his cock as she hungrily sucked and pulled on it. In the bright glare of the lights, his cock continued to buck and jump, spurting out gush after gush of thick, creamy cum into his mother's insistent mouth. Caleb was in a euphoric daze watching his mother's lips coax out more and more of his liquid treasure, one spurt at a time until there was nothing left for her to take. She had taken it all! Stolen his treasure and taken it for her own.

Lightheaded from the spasms of perverted pleasure that had sparked through his brain, he rubbed his face against her weeping pussy. 

Now it was her turn, Caleb told himself, reaching out and pushing her over onto her back. 

Straddling her, he stared down at the beautiful, pink rift of flesh peeking out from between her splayed legs. As he did, he saw her spread her legs apart, opening herself to him. Leaning down, he reached down between her legs and slid his hands under her thighs. Grunting, he lifted her legs up into the air. Finally, with her almost bent double, he draped his arms across the back of her thighs. Now she lay with her legs bent at the knees, her feet sticking straight up into the air, the back of her calves brushing against the bottom of his armpit. Her sweet, juicy pussy was tilted up, lying defenseless and vulnerable to his mouth. Inhaling deeply through his nose, he took in a big whiff of the cloying fragrance of her hot pussy. Enraptured by the scent, he leaned down and rubbed his face in the hot, pungent juices pouring out of her weeping pussy. God, he groaned to himself. God, how he loved the intoxicating smell and the sweet taste of his mother's overheated pussy. It made him want to take the hot juices and smear them all over his body, baptizing himself in its cloying, clinging sweetness. 

Flicking out his tongue, he probed the thick, meaty lips of her pussy apart with its tip. As he did, a trickle of her hot juice leaked out of the opening between her gorged lips and ran down into the crack of her beautiful ass. Gently probing, feeling out the oozing opening of her secrecy, he ovaled his tongue and eased it down into the moist warmth. He heard a gentle murmur escape her lips as he slowly, gently slid his hot, probing tongue in and out of the forbidden secrecy, reveling in the honeyed taste of her arousal. Finally, easing his tongue out of the weeping opening, he teased his tongue up and down the drenched slit finally stopping with the tip of his tongue on her clit. 

Flicking his tongue back and forth across the swollen nub, he felt his mother's lips once again find the head of his cock and gently suck it back inside. 

He could feel his mother's fevered excitement as her whole body trembled from the exertion as she strained and thrust herself against him. He did everything he could think of with his tongue as he flicked, licked, lapped, tickled, and teased her clit with it. His mother's agitation grew more and more intense, more frantic and he could hear her gurgling out around his cock as it quickly responded to her hot mouth and lips. Her beautiful ass was pattering up and down on the bed as Caleb feasted on the forbidden delicacy that lay between her quivering thighs. 

"Omm—Omm—Omm—" she groaned out, thrusting herself up against his hungry mouth as her whole body suddenly stiffened. "Unnnnnnnnn..."

He could feel her straining, pressing herself against him as strange grunting sounds escaped out around his cock. Then suddenly, his face was bathed in a spew of hot, sticky juice as it began to spurt of out her spasming pussy. Closing his eyes to keep the juices out of them, he kept on licking and lapping at her clit as it twitched and quivered under his tongue. He could feel her long fingernails digging into the skin of his back, pulling him down against her as the spasms undulated through her body for the longest time.

At last, her arms flopped out to the side, limply landing on the bed. Sensing the ending of her climax, Caleb slowly lifted his juice-smeared mouth up away from her drenched pussy and clit. Lifting his arms, one at a time, he let her long legs lifelessly flop back down onto the bed. Raising his ass up into the air, he eased his fully recharged penis out of his mother's mouth. 

"Caleb..." she drooled, a drivel of spit trickling out of the corner of her mouth. "So wrong...too much drink..."

"Mother..." Caleb murmured, lifting his leg and spinning off her, making sure not to bang her in the face with his knee as he did. 

"My Baby..." she mumbled as she watched him spin around, crawling down the bed and back up between her lifelessly splayed legs. "Wrong...too far...can't, not that..." 

Stop now? He couldn't. They had come too far. He had to have her.

Her red, silk gown was now bunched up around her waist as Caleb leaned down and eased his hands under her thighs. Ignoring her protest, he quickly lifted them back up into the air. Curling his hands around her thighs, he pressed them down against her giant, quivering breasts. The crook of her ankles rested on top of his shoulders, her ankles brushing against his neck as he dipped his hips and eased his cock down toward her drooling pussy.

"So wrong..." she mumbled out, but her hands dove down between her legs and quickly found his jutting manhood. Pushing it down, she quickly fitted the round, tapered tip of the head of his penis into the juice-slickened opening of her vagina. 

A spasm of perverse excitement sparked through Caleb's fevered mind as he leaned forward and eased his cock down into the clutching tightness of his mother's pussy. Oh, God, he cursed to himself. He was in her! His cock was inside her pussy! He was fucking his mother! 

He wanted to ram his cock into her, take her totally, fully with one lunge. But he also wanted to savor every wicked moment. Take her slowly and lovingly so he could treasure and cherish every last second of the desecration. He wanted her to feel him inside her. Feel him slowly entering her sacred chalice bit by bit until he was totally and completely buried down inside the hallowed chamber.

Deeper and deeper into the clinging tightness he went, until finally, he couldn't take it anymore and lunged forward finishing the defilement and driving himself down into the fiery heat all the way to the hilt. 

"Unhhhh!" she grunted out as their groins wetly slapped together and his big balls slapped up against her upturned butt. 

Holding himself immersed in the forbidden, juice-filled void, he could feel the soft, warm soles of her feet pressing against the sides of his head and her sharp fingernails clawing at his belly.

Leaning down, he found the soft fullness of her lips as he tenderly kissed her. Then, after the longest time, he started moving, rocking back and forth as he fucked her with loving tenderness. 

"So wrong...so good..." she gurgled out, reaching up and locking her hands behind his head. 

Looking down into her beautiful, brown eyes, Caleb saw a distant, faraway look, as if she were staring right through him. As if he wasn't even there! But he was, he deliriously thought, working his hips back and forth and sliding his big cock in and out of her juice-slickened pussy. He was there fucking her! Fucking her as the storm crackled and boomed outside. Everything was perfect, he giddily thought. The perfect storm! The storm outside, the storm inside, his mother's dainty feet waving in the air beside his head as he fucked her with deep, penetrating strokes. And with her pelvis tipped up, he was sinking down into the hot, clutching mush all the way up to the hilt every time. And every time, the head of his big cock delicately nudged up against her cringing cervix as she lifted her ass off the bed, thrusting herself up at him on every stroke. 

"This is so wrong...so good..." she gurgled, pulling his face down to hers and finding his lips with hers. 

He could feel her trembling again, straining as she thrust herself back against his determined attack. 

"Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!" came a loud knocking on the door!

"What the fuck!" Caleb cursed. 

Pulling back, Caleb guiltily jerked his stiff, hard cock out of her drooling pussy.

"What? What's wrong?" his mother mumbled seemingly in a trance.

"The door—someone is at the door!" he grumbled, crawling back out from between her legs and dropping his feet to the floor. 

Caleb was in a panic! Who could it be? Could it somehow be his father? How had he found out? The adrenaline coursing through his fevered brain was making cogent thought impossible as Caleb pushed up off the bed.

There were so many things that could go wrong and explode in their faces, he guiltily thought. 

Staggering over to the door, he looked out the peephole and saw a man wearing a raincoat standing outside the door. Who was he, Caleb frantically wondered? He had never seen the man before! 

Leaving the little chain restraint locked and with his heart racing a thousand miles an hour, he slowly reached down and cautiously opened the door a crack. 

As the door opened a crack, the man tried to see inside the room through the crack. 

"Uh, Yes..." Caleb choked out.

"Looks like the storm is over and we're just going around checking to make sure that everyone is okay..." the manager said, still trying to see into the room.

"Uh, yeah, uh, everything is fine," Caleb mumbled, a gush of relief washing over him. "Yeah, uh, we're fine!"

"Well, okay," the manager grinned, winking knowingly and stepping back away from the door. "Y'all have a good night!"

Easing the door closed, Caleb turned and leaned back against it, trying to keep his wobbly knees from giving way.

"It was the manager," Caleb mumbled, looking over and seeing that his mother was lying in the bed with the covers once again pulled up under her chin. "He wanted to know if we were okay."

"Oh," his mother murmured, making no move to drop the covers.

Then Caleb glanced over and saw the open blinds on the window where they had been watching the storm.

"Shit! He could see us," he groaned, reaching up and flicking off the light switch plunging the room back into darkness. 

Just then, the soft light of the lamp on the nightstand filled the room as Caleb rushed over and closed the blinds. 

"Guess we got a little careless," he said, slowly walking back to the bed with his penis now at half-mast. 

"Uh-huh..." his mother murmured, her eyes dropping down to his cock, but making no move to uncover herself. 

"Uh, you okay?" he asked her.

"Uh, I guess," she said, her voice quavering ever so slightly. "Just thinking what would happen if we got caught..."

"We won't get caught," he told her. "And even if we did, no one knows you're my mother!"

"But that's the scary part," she whispered. "What if they did find out? We could go to jail or something even worse! So many bad things could happen..."

"But they won't! No one will ever know but you and me!" Caleb declared, reaching for the covers to pull them back off her.

"I'm scared," she whined, fighting to hold onto the covers as he strained to pull them off. 

"Everything will be okay, Mother," he complained, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice as he struggled with her. 

At last he was able to overcome her and finally rip the covers out of her clenched fists. Jerking the covers off her, he saw that her legs were now firmly pressed together hiding herself from him. 

"But, Mother..." he groaned out, clutching at her knees with his hands.

"This is so wrong, Caleb," she whined, fighting to keep her knees pressed together.

Forcing his hands down between her legs, he strained to force them apart as she fought against him. Leaning down, he gently kissed her quivering knee and felt an ever so slight weakening in her resistance as his hands were able to force her legs apart a tiny bit more. 

"Please, Mother..." he begged and felt another almost imperceptible weakening, letting the gap between her long, shapely legs widen even more. 

"Wrong...so wrong..." she whimpered. But more and more strength was flowing out of her legs and Caleb was able to force them apart until at last, they were lying flat against the bed. Now she lay before him spread wide open and completely exposed to him.

"So pretty," he whispered, slowly, lovingly kissing his way down the soft smoothness of her quivering inner thigh. His lips crept lower and lower, closer and closer to the forbidden delicacy that lay between her widely splayed legs. 

At last his lips found it and he gently probed the weeping slit, spreading the thick, pink lips apart and further exposing the core of her womanhood. Then, with the fleshy lips spread and open, he slowly moved up to the jut of her clit. 

A soft, gurgling murmur escaped from her lips as the tip of his tongue tickled across the jutting rosebud of flesh. 

"Caleb...No...wrong..." she murmured out, but he could hear the conflict in her quavering voice as her fingers dug down into his hair, pushing, forcing his mouth down onto her clit. "Touch me there..."

Caleb's cock was already hard and ripe again, menacingly jutting out as he lazily flicked his tongue back and forth across his mother's clit. Finally, as his mother began to writhe and whine, Caleb slowly kissed his way up over the swatch of fine, soft curls up onto her trembling, tensed belly.

"Don't...don't go!" she fussed. "Touch me there..." 

Ignoring her protestations, he kissed down into the indention of her belly button and kept kissing higher and higher until his lips found one of the big, swollen nipples jutting out from the center of one of her tits. 

Gently nibbling and sucking on the sumptuous berry, he looked up over the swell of her breast to see that his mother had her eyes closed. There was a happy look of bliss on her face as he continued to pluck and pull on the big, stiff nipple with his lips. Finally, Caleb kissed his way down into the deep valley between her big breasts and then up onto the soft, pliancy of her other breast. He quickly found its jutting prize and sucked it into his mouth. Using his tongue as a weapon, he flicked and licked at it, feeling it harden and swell. 

At last, he let the swollen nipple slither out of his mouth and kissed his way up the long slope of her big breast to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. As he did, he felt the bloated head of his prick nudge up against the soft wetness between her widely splayed legs. Then as he gently nibbled at her neck, he felt her fingers on his cock pushing its tapered head down to the delicate, oozing opening of her vagina.

"So wrong..." she mumbled out. 

Nibbling and kissing his way up her long, slender neck, he eased his penis back into the clutching heat of her wet, clinging pussy. He heard a soft murmur as he kissed his way up the soft underside of her chin. Moving ever higher and deeper, he kissed up over her rounded chin, then on up to the soft, fullness of her lips. When their lips intimately touched, Caleb found that he was once again totally immersed in the warm moistness of her clinging pussy. Then as they passionately kissed, tongues warring and sparring, he felt his mother's hands curl around his waist, just above the flare of his rounded hips.

"Mother..." he mumbled out into her mouth, feeling her fingernails dig in as she began to gently push and pull on him, coaxing him to begin fucking her once again. 

"Ummmmmmm..." she breathed out, filling his mouth with her hot breath, thrusting her pubis up against him, trying to get him to start. 

Her soft, smooth thighs squeezed against him, rubbing, urging him as her pussy clutched and grabbed at his imbedded cock. 

"Pleasssssseeee!" she hissed out into his mouth, thrusting her big tits into his chest, rubbing them against him as her whole body writhed in gluttonous need!

Sensing that need and seeing that his mother's anguish was at a fever's pitch, Caleb jerked his ass back and began to pound away at her hungry pussy with wild abandon. 

"Oh—Yesssssss!" she hissed again, thrusting her whole body at him, rubbing it against him as he hammered away at her pussy in a frenzied, crazed assault. 

It had never been this way before, he frantically thought. Never had sex reached such a level as this! With the others, it had been wonderful. But with his mother, it was so much more! This is what love should be like, he drunkenly thought. Relenting one's soul and body to another with total renouncement of retribution or repayment. 

Their bodies glistening with sweat, they continued to clash against each other. But Caleb knew that the frenzied level of fucking couldn't last. No one could exert themselves at the level they were subjecting their bodies to without breaking something, blowing something or otherwise failing in some way. 

He could feel the tips of his mother's fingers on his ass, pushing down, forcing him down against her as he savagely humped away at her. Her slippery thighs were squeezing against his hips, rubbing against him while she had her back arched, thrusting herself up against the onslaught. Eyes closed, her mouth clenched shut, lips now a red line and her sweaty forehead etched with a frown, she fought on, grinding her big, soft tits against his heaving chest. The muscles encircling her tight pussy were squeezing down around his pistoning peter like a hand in a velvet glove as she panted her way toward the finish line. 

Digging his toes down into the bed, Caleb jerked his hips back and forth faster and faster. He could feel his own culmination rapidly approaching as his cum-filled balls slapped up against his mother's pattering ass. 

Then he heard his mother gasp and her back arched even more, thrusting herself up against him as her whole body went stiff.

"Oh...Noooooooooo!" she groaned out pulling him down onto her while she trembled and shook.

It was too much for Caleb! Jerking his hips forward, he buried his cock down into her clutching, spasming pussy as a giant gusher of white-hot semen spurted out of it, filling the sacred chamber with its clinging heat. 

"No—no—no—" his mother cried out, her legs squeezing against his thighs as his ass clenched every time his big penis sent another gush of cum into her hungry pussy. "Can't—can't—oh—no—!"

But Caleb was in a euphoric daze, unable to comprehend his mother's moaning protest. They were coming! She was climaxing! He was coming in her pussy! Filling it with his hot, seed-filled essence! Why was she objecting to the consummation of their lovemaking? She had been just as caught up in it as he had...yet now she didn't want him to finish inside her? Why? Why?

He felt scorned and forsaken. She had taken him inside her, but now she didn't want his gift to her. 

Feeling total rejection, he jerked his penis back out of the cum-filled chamber just as the last gob spurted out of it and splashed down onto the lips of her pussy. 

"What? Why?" he gasped, rolling off her and flopping down onto his back beside her. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she wept, reaching over and pulling him to her.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" he asked, feeling her tear-stained cheek resting on his shoulder. 

"No, no, you didn't hurt me," she said, sniffing back tears. "I...I'm not taking my birth control pills! I didn't think that I would need them...I don't want to get pregnant!"

"I'm sorry," Caleb mumbled, feeling even more rejected than ever. "I didn't know..."

Caleb's numbed mind was in turmoil. Pregnancy was something he hadn't even thought about. All he had cared about was getting his rocks off in his mother's pussy. Those consequences weren't a consideration at that time. Nothing else had mattered but the consummation of their fiery passion. Now his mother was telling him that she didn't want his baby! 

A baby? A child? His child? Him a father? It was all too much to fathom! He was too young to be a father! Wasn't he? It made his head ache just to think about it!

"What...what are you going to do?" he asked her, running his fingers through her sweaty hair.

"I...I don't know...I just don't know," she mumbled sleepily. "I just don't know..."

Chapter Two – The Dilemma

Caleb awoke with a strange sense of foreboding. A nagging itch inside his brain warned him that things weren't right. He was almost afraid to open his eyes. Then, he realized there was a soft, warm body pressed up against him. What? He couldn't get his mind around it all. It seemed to be stuck in neutral. Then suddenly, like water gushing through a breach in a dam, it came gushing into his chaotic mind!

It was his mother! It was his mother lying next to him! And he had made love to her last night during the storm!

The panic of the moment before turned to elation and joy as he reached out and draped his arm across her gravity-flattened breasts.

"Ummmm...Joseph..." he heard her murmur as she snuggled herself up against him. 

Joseph? His father, Joseph. She thought he was his father, he frantically thought as a spasm of jealousy fired off in his brain!

"Mother..." Caleb whispered into her ear. How could she have forgotten last night?

As he spoke, he saw her eyes flare open as she frantically turned to face him. Eyes wide open, she stared at him in bewilderment.

"Caleb..." she gasped, staring into his eyes. 

Caleb could see the panic in her eyes but didn't know what to do. 

Finally, he gave her breast a gentle squeeze.

"No! No! No, you can't!" she cried out, throwing his arm off her and shoving him away. "We can't! No more! Not again!" 

Caleb was stunned. Stunned by what she had said and by the fury of her rebuff. After all, he hadn't raped her. She had been a willing participant. Oh, there had been a little resistance at first, but that had quickly melted away. So why was she so angry now?

As he watched, she rolled out of bed, hands and arms flying everywhere, trying to hide her tits and pussy from him. Bewildered, he watched her flee toward the bathroom. As she did, he couldn't keep his eyes off her beautiful ass as it jiggled and rippled with each fleeing step. 

"Mother..." he mumbled out after her as he heard the bathroom door slam shut with a loud crash.

"Now what?" he muttered, throwing himself out of bed.

His mind reeling, he stood by the bed searching for his shorts. He couldn't even remember taking them off. Finding them, he angrily pulled them up his legs. Then he stumbled back over to his bed and quickly pulled on his short pants and tee shirt. After finding his sandals, he decided to start getting everything ready for the trip home. The long, miserable ride home! 

He already had the car packed and ready to leave before his mother finally came out of the bathroom wearing the same blouse and short skirt she had worn yesterday. Yesterday! That seemed so long ago now. It seemed like it had happened days ago! Eons ago! Not yesterday...

"Mother..."Caleb tried to speak.

"I don't want to talk about it," she angrily shut him out, tossing the car keys to him. "Here, you drive!"

Caleb grabbed at the keys, catching them in the air as his mother looked around the room. Then, seeing that he had already packed the car, she huffily stomped out to the car.

There was a deathly silence between them. The only sounds were the hiss of the air rushing by the car and even that was muted by the music on the radio for the next three hours. Occasionally glancing over at his mother, Caleb could see that she was crying, tears streaming down her cheeks as she sat blankly staring out the window. 

"We can never, ever say anything to anyone about last night," she sniffed as Caleb steered the car into the driveway. 

"But, Mother..." he tried to speak again.

"I don't want to talk about it!" she told him angrily shoving her door open the moment the car stopped moving. 

Caleb watched her as she stormed up the sidewalk toward the house. Even now, he couldn't keep his eyes off her perfect, round ass abruptly twitching from side to side as she hurried up the walk. The same beautiful ass he had in his hands last night, he giddily thought. And somehow, some way, there had to be a way to get it in his hands again...

The next week passed in a blur for Caleb. There hadn't been more than ten words pass between him and his mother and it seemed as if his father, Joseph was always hanging around spoiling any chance for them to talk. Not that his mother would talk to him anyway. They hadn't had a moment alone during the whole time.

Then, he found out his father was going away on a golf trip with his best bud, Dennis. He had heard his mother quietly begging him to stay home with her, but his father was a golf fanatic and there wasn't much, short of a death in the family that could keep him off the courses. They were leaving on Friday night and wouldn't be back until Sunday night. 

That would leave him two whole days alone with his mother, Caleb giddily thought. Surely, somehow during that time he could convince her to resume their illicit affair. Somehow, some way, he had to make it happen. He needed her so badly, he didn't think he could go on without her. Without her in that dark and sinister way...

His father left right after supper while Caleb sat alone in his room. He could feel the silence of the house closing in on him. Then, he heard to door to his mother's room close with an emphatic thud. Caleb had to talk to her. The past week had been the most miserable week in his whole life. He ached inside for her. Couldn't she see that? He had to apologize to her, but somehow show her how much he missed her; needed her; loved her. It had been the longest week of his life, and now he wanted it over. He wanted things to be like they were at the motel that night!

Hurrying down the hallway, he stopped in front of her door. Taking a deep breath, he reached for the doorknob. Trying to turn it, he found that the door was locked. 

"Mother, open the door, we need to talk," he shouted, knocking on the door. 

"I am not going to talk about it," he heard his mother declare back at him through the door. "It's over, now go away!"

"You can't stay in there all weekend," he shouted back. "You'll have to come out sometime...and I'll be here...waiting to talk!"

"You don't want to talk," she angrily fired back. "I know what you want! And you can't have it! We can't go there again."

"Mother, let me in," he shouted again, rattling the doorknob. "Please..."

"No! Now go away," she told him. 

Caleb was in a rage. He wanted to kick in the door, rush inside, take her in his arms and make her see what they were missing. But somehow logic ruled. He knew that he couldn't! Rattling the doorknob one last time, he turned and stormed back down to his room. 

If he couldn't have her...then what was the sense of living? He had found the woman of his dreams. The only problem was that she was his mother. 

The next morning, Caleb was up at the crack of dawn, hoping to find a way into her room. In his boxer shorts, he padded down the hallway to his mother's bedroom. Reaching down, he ever so gently twisted the doorknob. It turned! The door wasn't locked, he feverishly thought. Had she left it unlocked on purpose? Had she changed her mind? Or had she gone somewhere and forgotten to lock it? Either way, it didn't matter now. It was unlocked. Pushing the door open, he peered into the room.

There she was, he ecstatically thought. She was standing in front of her chest of drawers poking through one of the drawers. And all she had on was a pair of the sheerest damned panties he'd ever seen. The crack running down the middle of her exquisite ass was clearly visible through the transparent panties as Caleb felt excitement fire off down in his cock. Raising his eyes up her back, he could see the rounded curve of her big breasts protruding out beyond her ribcage. She seemed completely oblivious to his presence as he stood staring at her for the longest time while down inside his shorts his prick grew harder and harder. 

Finally, she must have found what she was looking for as she plucked something out of the drawer and shoved the drawer shut. Then she turned toward him.

"Caleb!" she shrieked, dropping whatever it was she had in her hand and folding her arms in front of her beautiful, dangling breasts. "I don't want you in here!"

"You know, Mother! You know why I'm in here..." he groaned, taking a step toward her. 

"No! No, you can't. We can't. Go away," she ordered, backing away from him, banging up against the chest of drawers in the process. "Don't come any closer..."

"But I have to Mother. I can't stop myself. I need you so much," he whined, taking another step.

"Caleb, think. Think about what you're doing..." she whimpered. 

"I can't think about anything else, Mother," he said, taking another step. 

"I'm your mother," she cried. "What we did that night was so, so wrong! And we can't compound that horrible mistake by making another one."

Now he was so close to her, he could feel her hot breath on his face. It oddly reminded him of that night in the motel when they had stood so close. 

"Please, Caleb, think," she pleaded, straining back against the chest of drawers as Caleb reached out and slowly curled his arm around behind her back.

"Mother..." Caleb whispered, pulling her to him and leaning in to kiss her on the lips. 

"No, Caleb, please," she whimpered, keeping her arms clutched around her breasts and turning her face away from him to avoid his lips. 

Then, as Caleb placed a soft, lingering kiss on her cheek, he reached over to her quivering belly and eased his hand down under the stretchy waistband of her sheer panties. 

"NO! No. Please," she cried out as Caleb tickled his fingers over the soft, giving flesh between her legs. "You can't..."

Twisting and squirming, she seemed more intent in hiding her breasts from him than with protecting her pussy as she continued to hold her arms crushed against her chest. Holding onto her tightly, Caleb felt her squirming and wriggling, trying to escape his hold as he probed the weeping wetness between her legs. Just then, Caleb found the opening of her vagina and eased a finger up into its warm, moist clutch. 

"Oh, God, Caleb, please don't," she wept, tears beginning to course down her cheeks, smudging her mascara as they did. "Don't do that..."

But Caleb would not be deterred. Jerking his hand out of her panties, he reached down and quickly swept her up in his arms. Trying to keep from falling from his arms, she had no choice and wrapped her arms around his neck as he struggled over to her bed. Her big breasts, now unrestrained and bare, flounced about wildly until he gently deposited her on the bed and she threw them back up to cover herself. 

Caleb saw his mother's eyes widen in fear as they darted down to his crotch. Looking down, he saw that his big, hard peter was sticking out through the opening of his shorts. He wanted her so bad but that would have to come later. First, he had to convince her that it was okay. Just as he had convinced her that night. As she lay looking up at him with her big, blue, tear-stained eyes, he leaned down over her and eased his fingers under the stretchy waistband of her sheer panties. 

"No—Caleb—please—no—" she frantically begged, dropping her hands down and grabbing at her panties.

As she did, Caleb's eyes darted up to the flattened mountains of quivering, pink flesh on her chest. Just then, there was a soft ripping sound as her panties gave way and came loose in his hands.

"No, please, Baby..." she begged as Caleb pulled the tattered remains of her panties down her long legs. 

Tossing her ruined panties on the floor, Caleb saw that she had her legs clamped together and her hands were covering the Y of her soft underbelly, hiding her pussy from his leering eyes. 

"Mother..." Caleb groaned out, dropping down to his knees and forcing his hands down between her quivering legs. 

Straining, Caleb pulled outward, trying to spread her long legs apart as she struggled to keep them clamped together. Caleb didn't know which one would give out first. His arms, or her legs? But he was determined to spread her open and take her with his tongue...and then his cock. 

"Caleb, Baby, please stop," Emily groaned at the same moment the resistance went out her legs and they flew apart. But she kept her hands shoved down, covering her pussy. 

Crawling on his knees, he moved up between her legs and grabbed hold of her hands. Straining again, he was quickly able to pull her hands up and off her pussy. Then, holding her by the wrists, he pinned them to the bed, leaned down and pursed his lips around her clit. 

"Caleb..." she gasped as he began roughly flicking his tongue back and forth across the bulb of her clit. As he did, he could feel it hardening under his tongue while the fight slowly flowed out of her pinned arms. 

As she stopped resisting, Caleb slowly released his hold on her wrists but remained ready to grab them again if needed while he continued to attack her clit with his tongue. Then, he felt her fingers curl down into his hair, forcing his mouth down on her as she gently humped her pussy up against his mouth and chin. 

"Caleb," she groaned out again. 

Finally, he giddily thought, lifting his hands up to her gravity-flattened breasts and clutching them in his hands. She had finally given in to the inevitable. Now he would have the whole weekend to satisfy his demented cravings for her. He would take her every way he could think of. Take her and please her. Make her his willing love-slave...for now...and forever...

Licking and lapping away at her clit, he drank in the scent of her excitement as her juices finally began to flow out and coat his lips and tongue with its sweet stickiness. Her pussy was readying itself, he told himself. Readying itself to accept his big, hard cock. Just thinking about it made him even harder. Then, as he hungrily slurped away at her jutting clit, he pulled one hand away from her breast and reached down to the juice-slickened opening below it. Sensing victory, he eased two fingers up into the sopping wetness. 

He was finger-fucking his mother's sweet, little pussy, he giddily thought as he slowly worked his fingers in and out of the gooey hole. The sweetest damned pussy in the whole, wide world. His mother's hot, tight pussy. He couldn't believe that his whole body had come out of it once upon a time. His whole body! And now, now it was just as hot and tight as ever, he thought, as he felt it gently clutching at his fingers. 

"Caleb..." she groaned out, thrusting herself back at his probing fingers while he teased and tormented her clit with his probing tongue. "We can't..."

Her free breast softly undulated up and down in cadence with her gentle thrusting, making its aroused nipple bobble and jiggle while he roughly plucked and twisted the other one. Her short, blond hair was already dampened with sweat as she fought toward her finish. Slowly bringing her along, Caleb flicked his tongue back and forth across her jutting clit, then up and down on it, then swirled it round and round making his tongue flutter all over it as his mother groveled and squirmed under him. It had been easier than he thought. Once they had gotten over the initial resistance, his mother had quickly conceded and was now eagerly cooperating. 

"Almost..." she whispered, her movement growing more and more frantic as her breath was coming is short, gasping pants. "Almost...oh, can't..."

Caleb now had her clit sucked out of its fleshy, little sheath and was attacking it with fevered impatience, goading her along toward her finish. He could feel her whole body tensing, muscles straining and tightening as she fought closer and closer. 

"Fuckkkkkkkk!" she finally gasped out as her whole body stiffened for a few seconds and then began to shiver while she clutched at his head, shoving his mouth down against her spewing cunt. 

Caleb's mouth, chin, and throat were drenched with the hot, wet juices spurting out of her spasming pussy as she came and came. But even though she was finishing, Caleb didn't relent and kept tormenting her clit and working his fingers in and out of her sopping, spewing pussy. 

Slowly, her orgasm began to relent and return control back over to her as her body began to relax, the tension flowing out of her muscles while she slowly sank back down onto the bed. 

"This is so wrong," she mumbled, tiredly pushing up on her elbows and looking down at Caleb. 

Caleb didn't answer. Instead, he grasped hold of her thighs and slowly pushed up between her outstretched legs. As he did, he saw her eyes drop down to his hard, stiff cock as it stuck out through the opening of his shorts. It was so hard and stiff, it's evil, barbed head was already pointing straight up at the ceiling. 

Then her eyes drifted back up to his. He could see the indecision in them. He had seen that look before. It looked like she was about to bolt and run. But another quick glance down at his cock, then across his muscles arms and pecs and she, slowly, submissively dug her elbows down into the mattress, lifted her legs up and slowly scooted back to the middle of the bed using her heels and elbows to push. Once she was far enough back, with only her dainty feet dangling over the edge of the bed, she stopped and slowly spread her legs. 

"We'll both go to hell for this..." she whimpered, her eyes on Caleb's big cock jutting out under him as he crawled up onto the bed and up between her outstretched legs. 

"But heaven first," he murmured, crawling up her body, pausing with his mouth just above her big, gravity-flattened breasts. Dropping down onto his belly, trapping his cock between it and the bed with its head pressed against her sex, he leaned down and gently pursed his lips around one of her hardened, aroused nipples. Tickling his tongue over the puffy nub, he began to gently suck on it. 

"Oh, my baby..." Emily crooned, wrapping her arm around behind his head and cradling him against her breast as he lovingly suckled it. "I wish I had milk for you."

Feeling a close sense of intimacy, Caleb continued to suck and pluck at the swollen nipple with his lips, feeling it growing harder and firmer as he did. But at last, his patience was exhausted and he let her nipple slip out from between his lips. 

"Put it in you, Mother...help me put my cock in your hot pussy," Caleb groaned wanting her collusion. He wanted her more than anything, but if she wasn't complicit in it what was the use of it all? He had to make her join in their sick communion.

Everything ground to a stop. Neither of them breathed. The only sound was the deafening "tick-tock-tick-tock" of the clock sitting on the nightstand by the bed. Then finally, hours later it seemed, he felt her fingers on his penis. Pushing on it, she bent his cock down and slowly rubbed its bloated, purple head up and down between her fat pussy lips to coat it with her slippery wetness. Then she fitted the tapered head down into the gooey, juice-slickened opening of her vagina.

"Push it in," she whispered. "Push your cock into my pussy!"

Staring down into her big, blue eyes, he gave out a soft grunt and began to ease his cock down into the tight clutch of her pussy as she unflinchingly stared back up at him.

"Is this all I am to you, now? Am I just a pussy for you to bang?" she coldly asked him.

"God, no, Mother—can't you see? I love you—I love you so much," Caleb told her.

But as much as he did love her, at the moment, his penis was ruling his mind. The demanding, insistent craving down between his legs was paramount. No matter what he thought. 

She must be have been able to read his mind, he frantically thought, because at this moment, that is exactly all she was to him. Just a hot, sucking hole where he could stick his cock and dump his load of cum.

The excitement, the perversion of it all, the conquest, the wickedness of what they were doing filled his head with the fevered passion of the moment. Fighting to keep from loosing his seething load of cum into her hot cunt, Caleb kept pushing into her until he was buried balls deep inside her.

"Fuck me!" he heard her whisper as her thighs slithered up his hips and her heels dug into his motionless ass. "Fuck your whore mother's pussy with your big cock..."

"Oh God..." he groaned out, jerking his ass back and then sending his cock ripping back into her all the way up to the hilt a second time.

"Yesssss!" she hissed. "Fuck me and make me come again! And again! And again!"

Sensing total capitulation in his mother, Caleb became a madman. His ass flew back and forth so fast it became a pink blur as he savagely fucked her. But even as he did, he could feel her heels beating against his bouncing ass, goading him on, urging him to fuck her harder and harder. As they fucked, her giant, sweat-slathered tits were flouncing up and down so wildly, they were pattering up against the bottom of her chin and slinging sweat everywhere.

Time and space ceased to exist for Caleb. There was only them...him and her...his cock and her pussy...alone in the world...nothing else mattered but the clinging bonding of their bodies...penis and vagina as one, joined in a way that was never meant to be...bonding together in the unholy communion of their incestuous union and committing them both to an eternity of damnation.

Was it worth it, he frantically asked himself?. An eternity in hell for these few fleeting moments of heaven in his mother's arms? These moments in her hot, clinging cunt?

YES, YES, YES, he feverishly thought.

"Caleb—Caleb—Caleb—" his mother gasped out, her body suddenly stiffening as she groaned out a straining grunt and thrust herself against him. Seeing the anguished look of pleasure and agony contort her face, Caleb lost control and felt his cock buck down inside her spasming pussy. A sizzle of pleasure tore through it as it spurted out a massive gush of hot, gummy cum into his mother's clutching, milking cunt. Her fingers were clawing at his ass, the muscles in her thighs steel bands pulling him deeper inside the clutching core of her womanhood as she dug her heels into his clenched ass. Caleb could feel her pussy sucking out his essence as his cock continued to spurt out gush after gush of rich, sperm-filled semen into her ravenous cunt. Grunting, Caleb thrust into her every time another spasm of pleasure spasmed down through his cock. Caleb wished it would never end, as their sweaty bodies ground together and he felt his mother's slippery, wet breasts rubbing against his chest. Her big, swollen nipples were digging into his skin as he leaned down to kiss her. Then their lips touched. 

They kissed softly, lovingly for a moment, then crushed against each other as their mouths opened and their tongues warred. Caleb couldn't get enough of her. He wanted to be one with her. Be a part of her as he had once been. Be a part of her body and soul. It was the most all-consuming feeling he had ever had as his love for her poured through every fiber of his being.

"Mother...Mother...Mother..." he groaned out into her mouth.

They lay locked in their loving embrace for the longest time, their bodies still joined as one. But at last, drained and robbed of its potency, Caleb's limp, cum-coated penis came slithering out of her pussy with a soft, sick slurp. When it did, it was followed by a river of his gooey, white cum that came pouring out of the widely stretched opening of her vagina.

"Mother, I love you so much," Caleb whispered, slowly inching back down until his head was resting on one of her gravity-flattened breasts. Cupping the mountain of soft, pliant flesh, he brought its soft, puffy nipple to his lips.

"Caleb, oh, Caleb, how can anything so terribly wrong feel this way?" she murmured, running her fingers through his sweaty hair. "How can that be?"

"Love can make things right, Mother," Caleb said, then slowly licked the tip of his tongue around the pebbled circle of darkened flesh surrounding his mother's jutting nipple. 

"No, Caleb, no. Nothing can make this right," she said as a big tear slowly made its way down her cheek. "As much as I want it to be right, it will never be right. As much as you want to make it right, it won't ever be right..." 

"Don't cry, Mother," he mumbled, rolling out from between her legs and snuggling up next to her. Leaning over, he tenderly kissed away the tear on her mascara-stained cheek and slowly ran his hand down over her belly. Then as she turned and gave him a soft, lingering kiss on the lips, he found the sticky wetness between her legs and slowly eased a finger up into the moist warmth.

"Oh, Mother..." he murmured, slowly working his finger in and out of the gooey opening as he rubbed his thumb over her clit.

"I have to go," she mumbled, reaching down and pushing his hand away. "I have things to do, today."

"But, Mother," he complained, "what about us? We have so little time to spend together." 

"I'll be back," she said, rolling away from him and pushing up off the bed. "But there are things I have to do, first."

"What?" he disappointedly asked.

"Things," she murmured, bending down and picking up her torn panties. "Things...like buying more panties if you're going to be so rough with me."

"I'm sorry. It was an accident. I won't do it again," he mumbled. Then she slowly stepped back over to her chest of drawers as Caleb watched her beautiful ass quiver and ripple with each step. He watched as she reached into the drawer and pulled out a sexy, red brassiere made of see-through red lace. Wrapping it around her waist, she turned toward him and gave him a timid, little smile as she fastened it. Then he saw her look down at her brassiere and ease one arm into one shoulder strap and then the other arm into the other one. He couldn't take his eyes off her big, jiggling breasts as she slowly pulled the brassiere up under them and looped the bra straps over her shoulders. Cupping one breast in the palm of her hand, she settled it down into the cup of red lace, then repeated the process with her other breast. There was something so intimately erotic about watching his mother dress, Caleb giddily thought. It was almost like she was doing a strip tease in reverse for him. She seemed to have capitulated to him and his dark desires. It was almost like she belonged to him now! She was more than his mother now...she was his lover, too! Then she turned and reached back into the drawer again. This time her hand brought out a pair of red panties just as sheer as the ones he had ripped off her earlier.

"What color panties do you like?" she murmured, holding the panties between her hands and lifting her foot off the floor.

"I don't know. Any color looks sexy on you, Mom," he mumbled, watching her point her toe and ease it down through the waistband and out through a lacy leg hole. 

"This is all so damned crazy," she sighed, pulling her panties up over her other foot. Then she slowly, sensuously pulled the sheer, red panties up her long, lanky legs. Again, her tight, firm ass quivered and rippled under the sheer material of her panties as she stepped over to her closet and disappeared inside. A few seconds later, she stepped back out with a blouse and short skirt in her hands. Caleb's eyes followed her big breasts watching them heavily bobble and jiggle inside their lacy prisons as she strolled over to the bed where he lay adoringly gawking at her. 

"I should be back by two," she told him, tossing the skirt onto the bed and slipping her arms into the white, satin blouse.

"I'll be here...waiting for you," he smiled, watching her button up the blouse. 

"I'm so sorry," she sniffed, another big tear rolling down her cheek. "This is all just so wrong!"

"How—how can anything that feels so awesome, be wrong?" he asked her as she reached down and picked up her skirt. 

"It just is...and you know it," she said, pulling the short skirt up her long, shapely legs. "But I guess there's no stopping it now. I know it's wrong and a part of me wants to stop it. But another part of me won't let me stop it. This thing...this evil thing between us makes me feel so different. I don't want to do it, but I want to do it. I can't explain it. It's like my mind is a battleground. A battleground where good and evil are warring. Unfortunately, evil seems to have the upper hand at the moment, but I can't promise that it will be that way all the time. I'm just so confused by my feelings now. It was so different that night. It just seemed so right, so natural. And that fiery rush of the forbidden pleasure we shared that night makes me want more. But now, now in the harsh light of reality, I just don't know. I don't know! I know that it's wrong. So wrong, but..." she paused.

"But, Mother?" Caleb whined only to be stopped by her fingers on his lips. 

"Don't say any more..." she whispered. Then she hurried over to her closet and came strutting out in a pair of high heels. "I'll be back," she said again, stepping across the room and out the door. Caleb suddenly found himself alone, listening to the sounds of his mother as she gathered up her things and departed the house. Wishing she hadn't left, he looked down at his wristwatch and saw that it was eleven-thirty. Two and a half-hours to wait, he thought to himself, folding his arms under the back of his head and staring up at the ceiling. His whole life had changed that night at the motel. But, he had been a miserable wreck after his mother had spurned him the next day. It was like being given a king's ransom one day and being robbed of it the next day. But now, now things seemed to be back on track. If only she didn't change her mind again, he anxiously thought. He would do anything, he determinedly told himself. Whatever it took to make her his, he would do it. He had never felt this way toward any other human being in his life. This wasn't some boy/girl thing. It was so much bigger. It was consuming him, possessing him...love ...lust, whatever it was, was consuming him. He could barely think of anything else. Being with her now was all that mattered, and he couldn't wait until she was back in his arms again. But what if she didn't come back?

He couldn't worry about that now. He would just have to wait. Wait and see if she returned like she said she was going to do. Besides, where would she go? She couldn't just up and leave with the clothes on her back.

So, since there was nothing he could do about it for the time being, what could he do to amuse himself until she got home? Two and a half-hours seemed like an eternity. Two and a half-hours before the ache in his heart would go away, replaced by the sweet happiness he felt when she was around. But what to do? He had to do something to occupy his mind or the wait would seem interminable. 

Why not look around, he asked himself?

Find out more about what kind of woman his mother really was. Did she have any secrets that she was hiding from him and everyone else?

But where to start?

Looking around, his eyes settled down on the nightstand. Isn't that where she would keep her toys, if she had any, he sickly thought? 

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he sat up and reached for the nightstand drawer. Pulling it open, he felt his prick twitch when he saw what was inside. 

There was a vast array of dildoes, vibrators, and bottles in the drawer. Poring over them, he saw that they ranged in size from a small vibrator about six inches long and as big around as his pinkie to a giant, black dildo that had to be a foot long and almost as big around as his wrist. How could his mother get that thing inside her little pussy, he sickly wondered. Just to confirm his suspicions, he picked it up and brought it up to his nose. Taking a sniff, his impression was confirmed by the unmistakable fragrance of pussy. Trying to picture his mother lying on the bed with her legs spread and the giant prick buried down inside her pussy, he laid it down on the nightstand. Strangley, he felt jealous of the evil-looking thing. Why would his mother use it when she had him? But the thought of using it on her himself seemed to mollify that somewhat. Maybe she would show him, he thought. Maybe she would let him fuck her with the black monster.

Poking around more, he made another startling discovery. A strap-on dildo! His father, he wondered? Why else would there be a strap-on dildo in the drawer? His father liked it up the ass? Well, that would explain all the bottles of lube, he told himself. So what would that feel like, he sickly wondered? What would it feel like to get fucked in the ass by his mother? 

While the thought of his mother fucking him in the ass was arousing on the one hand, it was strangely disquieting on the other hand. But he wanted to share it all with her. Did she like the dominance, the power of being the aggressor, he wondered? Why not find out, he told himself, setting the strap-on down beside the big, black dildo. Then, he pulled out a bottle of lube and placed it down beside the two fake cocks.

Closing the drawer, Caleb got up and walked over to his mother's chest of drawers. Pulling out the top drawer, he found himself looking down at all sorts of neatly folded panties and brassieres. Rummaging through them, he saw that there were all kinds of panties. And all of them, with the exception of one or two, were so sheer you could see right through them. Apparently she liked to flaunt her sweet, little pussy and ass, he lecherously thought. Then he found one pair with a ruffle of lace running down its center. The ruffle ran down the panties, up under the crotch and back up to the waistband in the back. Crotchless, he grinned, lifting them up and shaking them out? Yes, they were, he giddily thought as he held the sheer, black panties between his hands.

All this was so new and revealing about her, he dizzily thought. The dildo, the strap-on, and now crotchless panties. In his mind, his mother was slowly mutating from mother to a highly erotic woman with secrets. A woman with secrets she had successfully hidden from him.