Mom fastened her handsome face in my direction. "What about it, Son?" she asked. "Does the sight of my naked body do anything for your sick cock?"
"No," I replied, truthfully. "It... it's still limp."
"Take off your own clothes," she urged. "You need special treatment. And for crissakes, don't be shocked at anything I do. Don't be as puritanical as your wife used to be."
"But you're my mother," I tried to protest. But I did as requested. I started to take off my clothes but felt a bit foolish in exposing myself in front of my own mother.
Finally, I, too, stepped out of my clothes. "I feel a bit foolish," I said. My cock remained extremely soft. And I remained apprehensive about Mom's threat to give me something special.
"What do you intend to do?" I asked, and felt a bit dizzy. "How are you going to give it to me? How?" My voice rose, peevishly. I really didn't think this incest thing was actually going to work out for me in fact, I believed it would do me more harm than good. Perhaps it would leave me permanently impotent. All of these negative and fearful thoughts didn't do the state of my penis any good, either. I became more shriveled up mentally as well as physically.
"Don't be afraid," Mom told me. "Relax, and enjoy. Try to enter into the spirit of the thing."
"What are you going to do?" I asked again.
What Mom intended to do quickly became very clear. From a drawer, she took out a long dildo, an artificial cock. Strapping it around her waist, she said, "First of all, I'm going to fuck your asshole."
"But... why?" I asked, backing up. "I'm not queer."
She laughed, mirthlessly. "Of course not, darling. Don't be harnessed in by a lot of old-fashioned thinking. Just because I'm going to fuck your bum hole doesn't mean I think you're queer."
"What does it mean?" I shivered.
Mom explained. "A lot of people ignore the rectum because they associate it with shit. They're wrong," she spat, contemptuously. "The bum hole contains many sensitive nerve endings that can trigger off a bone-up."
I hesitated. "You mean I could be encouraged to get a hard-on by having those nerve endings played with?"
"Exactly," Mom replied.
I nodded. "I've tried everything but that," I admitted. Suddenly I remembered Lulu's tongue up my asshole, and shivered, a bit with excitement. "Maybe," I said, "maybe it will work."
"Keep a positive thought, Son," Mom replied, and indicated that she was prepared to commence.
"I still feel a bit queer," I told her.
She laughed. "You won't when you find out what you're going to do."
I had believed she was going to fuck my asshole and nothing more in my mind, I could see myself bending over in the dog-style position while Mom reamed me out with her artificial prick. Apparently, she had something entirely different to do.
Stretching out on the living room floor, she spread her legs in her hand, she still clutched her dildo. I looked down at her, aghast.
"How on earth are you going to...?" I couldn't complete the sentence.
"Fuck your asshole," Mom said, firmly. "That's what I intend to do. But you're going to do something, too. The cunt wants sucking. You go down on me, darling. You go down, and eat your mother while I..."
"Fuck my asshole with your diido!" I gasped, incredulously.
"Exactly," Mom breathed, ecstatically. "A tongue is something I just have to have up my hairy hole. And to get my own son to go down on his own mother is icing on the cake."
I hesitated. "Aren't you being a bit selfish, mother? After all, you'll get your blowjob. But what about me?" I asked in a peevish whiny voice. "What about your impotent son? I want to ball, too."
"Of course you do, Sonny dear," mother replied. "And you will. But do as I tell you to do and don't ask stupid questions. You'll bone up soon enough."
I thought about the situation, and tried to visualize the scene in my mind. Actually, we'd be in the sixty-nine position. However, this time, the roles would be reversed. The woman, traditionally atop the male, would be under me. I'd straddle Mom's face with my ass, and face her cunt. Perhaps, it would work, I decided. The taste of my own mother's pussy would be exciting, I had to admit to myself. And the feel of her dildo up my ass might do the trick as far as getting a hard on was concerned.
I asked. "Suppose I do get a bone on? Then what?" I already guessed the answer.
Mom smiled. "Haven't you ever wanted to fuck your own mother?" She answered her own question. "Of course you have. You're a mother fucker if there was ever one. Once you bone up, you can fuck my mouth."
I stared back, incredulously. "You mean...?"
She nodded. "Exactly. Once you stiffen up, pull the bone of cock out of my juicy cunt. I'll sit up, immediately. Stick the whole bone, balls and all, into my mouth. Then, thrust the tool back and forth and use my mouth like a cunt," she explained. "I just love to swallow cock cream. Really, darling, hot, juicy male semen is what keeps me young. It's got so many natural vitamins and minerals."
I shivered. "What... what happens if I fail to bone up? What happens if I remain impotent?" I looked away.
Mom's voice rose, angrily. "You are going to get a hard on, Son! Be positive. Don't give me any of that negative shit. I won't hear of it. You just do as you're told, and everything will be all right."
Her anger only made me all the more fearful. "But I've tried everything else, and failed. Why should this sixty-nine kind of mouth job be any different?" My eyes grew moist.
Mom clenched her fist as though she was going to strike me. "Because you're going to eat and fuck your own mother. Incest can make every man's cock go hard. Now, can that defeatist shit, and perform for your Mom. If you don't deliver," she warned, "I'll sever all connections with you. Now, get in the sixty-nine position, and keep your Goddamn mouth shut!"
Mom didn't realize she was making me all the more nervous and fearful with her outburst and unreasonable tirade. It was impossible to order one to get over an impotency condition. And yet, I didn't want to disappoint my own mother. Deep down, I had always suspected she thought I was a bit on the queer side. I had never been interested in sports, or doing so-called, manly things with the boys. I had never been a mixer, or a hail-fellow-well-met type of loud-mouthed bullshiter. At least, this was an opportunity to prove to Mom that I wasn't really queer or harbor any homosexual tendencies. But I felt thoroughly incapable of erecting under these dismal circumstances. There was only one avenue open. I had to get into the sixty-nine position with my mother and prove myself one way or another.
Mom was already stretched out on her back with her long, shapely legs spread as far apart as possible. Her enormous mound of cuntal hair loomed up at me. Her boobies were already on the hard side and her nipples stuck straight up in the air as though they were actually male cocks. A strange light lit up Mom's eyes and face. Her lips were moistened by her tongue. All I could see was the very red lipstick over her shapely lips, and I kept thinking of those same lips engulfing my prick.
"Hurry boy!" she gasped as though her life depended on my satisfying her mouth with my bone of cock. "Hurry and eat my cunt."
There was no alternative but to comply with my mother's orders. Straddling her face, I knelt down and faced the direction of her V-shaped crotch. Hairs swam towards me as I leaned forward and assumed the proper position of sixty-nine. This was the very first time in my entire life that I had placed my mouth and tongue in such close proximity with my mom's pussy. This act was incest in the purest sense of the word. A son eating his own mother, I kept repeating the words to myself. Can I go through with it? I shivered and almost called over my shoulder that I was totally unable to consummate this horrible incestuous act. Frankly, I was about to do exactly that. I was about to renege, chicken out, or whatever you want to call it. I couldn't go through with it. This thing was too perverse, too unnatural. I had to back out. But before I could convey my intentions to Mom, she had seized both of my asscheeks with her hands and pried the flesh apart like so much rubber.