"RICK!" Betty gasped, rolling away from him and springing to her feet. "Have you forgotten what I said this morning? We can't do that, it's all wrong!"
Rick bounded after her. "Aw, cut the crap, Mom! Why shouldn't we have some fun together? It's stupid not to. I need somebody really bad, and there's no one but you. And obviously Dad isn't taking care of you."
Betty hung her head. So Rick had noticed the strained state of their marriage! She had prayed the children wouldn't see how bad things were, but her efforts had failed. "Rick," she said gently, "it's true that your father and I aren't getting along too well at the moment, but it will pass. And in the meantime, it would only make things worse if I got involved with you."
"Bullshit," said Rick, coming over and putting his arms around her. "He doesn't have to know a thing about it, and it'll make you feel better, a lot better!"
Betty moaned as Rick tightened his embrace and reached under her nightgown to rub her famished dripping pussy. She needed to be fucked more than she ever had in her whole life, and it was killing her to resist this handsome young boy who was so obviously willing to satisfy her. His finger found her sensitive twitching slit, rubbed it suggestively, and Betty moaned: "Please, Rick, don't! I could never forgive myself."
Matters of conscience didn't concern Rick right now. When it came to his own pleasure, he had no conscience. But he realized he would have to play the game if he wanted to succeed with his mother. He would have to find some argument to overcome her strong scruples.
"Aw, don't worry, Mom," he said soothingly, "nobody would ever have to know about it. And if they didn't know, there'd be nothing to be ashamed of." He kept frigging her clit insistently as he spoke, and he felt her hot cream pooling in his hand. She panted, sighed, she was very close to yielding. Just a little more persuasion. "I need you, Mom," he whispered. "It's just about killing me! Please, please help me out! If you don't believe me, feel THIS!"
He took her hand and placed it on his rigid erect cock. Betty gasped but did not draw away. She seemed fascinated with his penis, rubbing and petting it as if hypnotized. Rick said nothing more, only went on massaging her slick little clit, and for a while mother and son simply stood there petting each other, helpless to stop. Betty was in an agony of frustration as she felt his wonderful rigidity, the swollen length of his young eager cock. More than anything in the world, she wanted it inside her, fucking her swift and hard as she so desperately needed. Her interrupted masturbation had only served to make her hornier than ever. She felt dizzy and weak. Like Rick said, if nobody found out about it, what harm was in it? It seemed silly to torture each other this way. But, no! Whether secret or not, it was still incest, he was still her own son! She must put temptation out of the way right now, she must satisfy him so he would leave her alone.
Betty abruptly sank to her knees and gulped his stiff prick into her hot mouth.
"Hey!" Rick yelped.
He was completely taken by surprise. This hadn't been his intention at all. He had envisioned breaking through her resistance, getting a quick lay. But as Betty sucked him greedily and loudly, he couldn't help enjoying it. It was just what his achingly stiff cock needed. He sighed and reached down to unbutton her nightgown, and soon his hands were playing feverishly with her big warm tits. Jesus, they were enormous compared to Cindy's! And that hot sucking mouth all around his stiff meat felt so good, so damned good.
Betty congratulated herself. She seemed to have distracted Rick from consummating his incestuous urges, and from the way he was whining and panting, she had no doubt she could bring him off in a few more seconds. Then, his passion gone, it would be much easier to reason with him. But it wasn't taking care of her needs! Her whole body throbbed with sexual frustration, and Rick made it worse by playing deliciously with her breasts. As she squatted before him, sucking his stiff little dick, she felt her cunt juices boiling out to plop onto the mossy forest floor, and she thought miserably of how there would be no relief for her tonight except the inadequate action of her own fingers.
Rick felt her hot slick throat opening, taking him down, down inside her. It was great, he wanted to shoot in the worst way. But then he realized that was just what she was trying to do. Of course! She wanted him to cum in her mouth, so she wouldn't have to fuck him! She was trying to avoid the real thing, the thing he had come here to get from her. It was a cheap trick, and it made him angry.
Roughly he pulled his cock from her mouth, gave her a shove, and Betty landed on her back with a startled exclamation. She saw Rick standing over her, his fists balled, his face contorted with anger. What in the world?
"Nice try, Mom," he hissed, "but it won't work! I came here to fuck you, and, by God, I'm gonna do it!"
"RICK!" she shouted in a shocked, strangled voice. She tried to get to her feet, but he threw himself onto her, knocking the breath from her lungs. Before she could recover herself, he had ripped her nightgown open from neck to hem, baring her body. He clapped his hands onto her huge wobbling tits and squeezed them roughly, commandingly. With his sharp knees he cruelly forced her thighs wide apart and slipped between them. She felt his brutally hard little penis poking painfully into the tender tissues of her vulva.
"Don't give me any more shit," he cried savagely, "don't try to put me off again! I'm sick of your phony morality! I know what I want, and I'm gonna take it!"
"Rick, for God's sake!" Betty sobbed. She didn't seem to recognize this angry young boy as her own son. He was completely animalistic, without morals, bent solely upon his own gratification. "Please, Rick, don't do this!" she begged. "My reasons aren't phony! We'll both regret it…"
"Wrong!" snarled Rick. "You might regret it, because your mind's so screwed up, but I won't regret it! So don't tell me what to think!"
Betty was appalled. Her son seemed to have turned into a monster. There was no reasoning with him, and all she could do for now was fight him off.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Stop it, Rick!" she commanded, trying to push him off her body. "This is all wrong, and I won't have it!"
He paid no attention to her words. He lowered himself down on her, his taut young chest flattening her big quivering tits, his belly tight against here, and she couldn't budge him. She knew she could still defeat him if it came to a real fight, that she was still bigger and stronger than he was. But she couldn't bear to hurt him. She couldn't stomach the idea of actually hitting her child. "Oh, please, Rick, don't!" she wept. "Please, I don't want this on my conscience!"
Rick didn't even hear her. He was intent now on getting his cock into her. She was pushing feebly at his shoulders, but he countered by clinging tightly to her. He managed to wriggle his stiff dick into the moist folds of her labia, but he was having trouble finding her cunt. He poked and jabbed frantically, and then, suddenly, to his intense delight, he felt his sensitive glans sliding into the slick little indentation of her vaginal mouth, then into the hot pulp of her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" shrieked Betty.
She couldn't help herself. The initial stiff penetration of his immature prick felt so damned wonderful, she simply went limp in his arms and opened her legs as wide as she could, letting his young cock glide fully into her, till his swollen hot little balls came to rest against her ass. Her cunt muscles gripped him possessively, and she creamed hotly and heavily to ease his way. God help her, it had been so long, so long since she'd had a man! She couldn't help loving it, if only for a moment.