"What were you doing down there in the car so long?" Kenny demanded.
"That, young man, happens to be none of your business," Marge replied as she kicked off her shoes and padded toward the bathroom in her stocking feet. "You're supposed to be asleep. Now turn off the lamp and get that way."
The room was dark when she emerged from the john dressed for bed, but Kenny wasn't asleep.
"I saw you down there," he muttered, as she slipped in beside him.
"Oh? You were peeking out the window again, were you?"
"I had to."
She couldn't help smiling in the darkness. "Jealous," she accused.
"I can't help it!" he snapped. "If you won't let me make love to you, then I don't want you letting no one else."
"I told you to forget about that, Kenny. I'm not going to let you. It was a mistake, so why must you keep bringing it up?"
He scooted closer to her and put his hand on her stomach. Marge said nothing. She lay perfectly still while he inched his hand lower. When he got this way, it was easier on both of them for her to let him feel her up a little bit. It wasn't healthy, but neither were his jealous tantrums when she refused to let him touch her between the legs. Ordinarily she didn't allow him to pull up her nightgown, but for some reason she didn't stop him tonight. She was in a rather devilish mood and wanted to see what he would do when he discovered that the crotchband of her panties was sopping wet.
"You're all sticky down there! You let him make love to you, didn't you?!"
"Maybe; but what if I did?" Marge asked teasingly, and immediately regretted saying it. For some strange reason his jealousy flattered her, but she'd never deliberately egged him on before. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I shouldn't've said that."
"Then you did let him fuck you!" Kenny whined in jealous rage, and started rubbing her clefted mound as if it was his right to be rough with it.
"No, damn it, I didn't!" Marge snapped.
"Then why is your pussy all wet?!" he demanded, and suddenly he snaked his small hand in through the elastic legband of her panties. She felt the same as she had that night Frank had put his hand on her. It excited him terribly. "Mama, Mama!" he cried, probing his fingers into the slippery softness of her warm, wet slot.
"Ken-nieee!" Marge wailed, grabbing his wrist. "No, nooh! Oh, honey, you mustn't do that!"
"I got to!" he whimpered, waggling his fingers inside her.
"No! You haven't got to!" Marge said, but his hand was locked inside her panties, and she couldn't get his fingers out of her snatch. "Damn, it, Kenny, don't! Stop it now! That's enough!"
"I can't help it, Mama!"
He wouldn't let up. She was full of hot paste, and he kept swishing his fingers through it. Marge tried not to like it, but it got to feeling good and finally she let go of his wrist.
"Oh, Son, this is so wrong," she sighed. "I shouldn't let you… mmmm… do this to me!"
"It feels good, don't it?"
"Yes, yes! Ohhh, it does!" she crooned.
He began sliding his fingers in and out of her hair-fringed opening, and Marge couldn't deny that it felt lovely. The fact that it was her own little boy frigging her only made it all the more delicious.
"Take off your panties and let me fuck you again, Mama!"
"Kenny, no-ohhh! Jesus, what am I going to do with you? I'm your mother! I ca-can't let you put your peter in me, honey! And I… shouldn't even be… letting you do this!"
"Don't you like it?"
In and out, in and out; his fingers were moving steadily.
"God, yes, I like it! All right… fuck me… but just with… aaaah… your darling little fingers!"
She drew her panty crotchband aside and held it out of his way, parting her legs so he could get at her better. She knew she was playing with fire, wished now that she'd never given in to his tantrums and allowed him to touch her pussy to calm him down. But it was too late for that. The damage was done, and now she was letting him finger-fuck her!
Dear God, what next? she thought. I must be losing my mind! But, he's all I've got… and it does feel good… Goddamn me, why do I have to be so weak?!
Kenny was kneeling over her now, and Marge had kicked back the covers. It felt like he was trying to work his whole hand up inside her. She drew up her legs slightly and spread her knees wide as they would go.
"I love you, Mama!" he panted, giving it to her with all four of his young fingers, his thumb cupped inside them. "I wish we had that rubber thing I fucked you with before! You liked it, didn't you?"
"God help me, but I did!" she admitted, rotating her rump as she grasped his wrist. "Push harder, honey! See if you can get your little hand into my pussy!"
The lad grunted and shoved, grunted and shoved, the way he'd seen Frank do with the dildo. It hurt his hand and made his mother groan as if he was killing her, but he knew she loved what he was doing to her so he kept it up, hoping she would let him do it to her again. Oh, how he wanted to make love to her! He dreamed about it almost every night.
"Aaaggghhhhh!" Marge groaned. "Keep trying! Ohhhhh oh, baby, hurt me! I love ittt!!"
Little by little her elastic cuntflesh yielded to the incessant rough probing of her son's small hand.
"Ithink it's going in, Mama!"
"Yes, yes! Push! Ohhhhh…harder… push, push, ppuusshhh!!" Marge shrieked, her buttocks quivering as she employed the muscles in her shapely legs to help her shove up her steaming twat.
With the aid of her free-flowing vaginal lubricant and the added force of her lifting hips, the hand of Marge's nine-year-old child popped in through the tautly-stretched cuntal opening between her legs.
"Ahhhhh, Goddd!!" she cried, and fell back gasping for breath, her body shuddering with the enormously wicked thrill of their vulgar accomplishment.
"Do you like it, Mama? Does it feel good?"
"Make A Fist!" she gasped, and shivered with the lewdness of it as she felt him closing his hand inside her. "NOW PUT your… arm up… into me!"
If anything, Kenny was more excited than his mother. He loved the feel of her warm, wet cunt and was only too glad to do what she said. He drew his hand up into a fist and, wondering how it felt to her, he started pushing it deeper into her heaving belly.
The crisp hair surrounding her slick, satiny hole brushed the kid's skin as he worked his arm into her slowly but surely. When his wrist disappeared, he paused and glanced up at her face in the semidarkness.
"More!" she panted, and when he gave it to her, she moaned, "Oh, Kenny, yesss! Keep it… aaaggghhhhh… coming!"
Her swollen sex petals hugged his arm like a tight rubber band. The more he inserted into her, the tighter her hair-ringed entrance gripped his ever-broadening forearm. By the time she'd taken half of it, she feared it was going to split her.
"Don't stop!" she said, her hands twisting the sheet beside her undulating hips. "More, Honey! I want mmoorreee!!"
Kenny forced more of his arm into her. He loved his mother more than anything in the world and didn't want to damage her. But she seemed to love the hurt so he figured it was all right.
"Ohhhh,it hurts!" she moaned. "Hurts soo gooooddd!!"
It was as if she'd read his mind. Kenny smiled.
Now he knew it was all right. Maybe if he hurt her pussy enough, she would give in and let him fuck her again! With this goal in mind, the boy began twisting his arm back and forth, pulling it out of her a little before he drove it back in with a grunt, sinking it gradually deeper into that wonderful, hot, wet, hole between her legs.
"Oh, God…ahhhhh uuunnngg-hhh… God, God… ohhhhhhh!!" Marge moaned and groaned, her perspiration-sheened torso jerking blissfully each time Kenny's arm rammed a tiny bit farther into her.
He was stretching her cunt all out of shape, but she didn't care. The wild pleasure of this insane act – which Marge would have thought impossible if it hadn't been happening successfully – plunged her into a fit of raging lust.