Slowly Marge withdrew her tongue, its tip coaxing Kenny's to follow. When she had her child's small taste organ in her mouth, she sucked down on it and, cupping his quivering young asscheeks with both hands, gave a tug which drew his appealing little peter full into the steaming gash between her parted legs. "MMMMM!" she moaned through her nose, continuing to suck and lick at his tongue. The physical sensations of being penetrated by her little boy's fat, three-and-a-half-inch dick were pleasant enough, but they couldn't compare to the tremendous illicit thrill which giving in to incest provided. It was sinful and wicked but incredibly sweet!
She held him into her right up to his bird's-egg-sized testicles and, trying to swallow his tongue, contracted her cuntal sphincter until the elastic rim of her hairy hole puckered like the top of a draw-string bag to hug the flared base of his pulsating penis. Joyously she began working her sexual muscles, making her pleasured pussy squeeze down on Kenny's pecker in a rhythmical milking action.
"Uunnn, uunnn!" the kid whimpered into her mouth, his body shuddering helplessly. Then he started grunting as his prick pounded with a heartbeat-like cadence in the moist, velvety-warmth of his mother's wonderful hole. Shock waves of orgasmic ebullience blasted through him. He was cumming without having hunched her a single time.
Marge broke the deep, wet kiss and hugged him fiercely. "OH, PRECIOUS, YES, YESSS!" she cooed. "You're cumming in me! I can feel you cumming!Is it good, son? Do you love Mother's pussy? Ooouuuu… oh, cum, cum… have a good cum! Dear God, how sswweeeetttt!!"
At nine, Kenny was much too young and physically immature to ejaculate semen. A couple of drops of oozing, crystal-clear fluid was all his pumping peter produced for his mother's hungry snatch. The lack of sperm didn't matter to her one iota, though, for just feeling her son's penis twitch and jerk inside her thrilled Marge to the core of her voluptuous being. She wouldn't have missed this for the world now that it was happening. It was heaven on earth. She knew it was horribly wrong, but she didn't give a damn.
"Shit!" Kenny panted when he could find his voice. "I wanted to… fuck you… Mama… before I… ca-came!"
"Don't worry, you little bugger," she said with a throaty chuckle of pure delight. "We're not through yet."
CHAPTER TEN
Tomorrow was Sunday. They could both sleep late. Now that they'd sampled the forbidden fruit of incest, Marge realized how truly delicious it was. She had to have much more. In her present mood of sensual licentiousness, she longed for a feast of sinful fornication with her suddenly irresistible little boy.
Damn what anyone might think of me! Marge thought as she rubbed her cheek against the top of Kenny's head and caressed his denuded young buttocks lovingly with the perspiration-dampened palms of her open-fingered hands. No one will ever know. Kenny has proven he can keep a secret.
"So you want to make love to me, do you?" she cooed. "All right, so long as you keep your mouth shut about it, I'll let you fuck me any time we both feel like it from now on. What do you say to that, honey?"
"Oh, boy!"
She laughed softly. "Mother's little lover, that's what you'll be."
"I do love you, Mama. Mote than ever now!"
"Oh, precious, yes, I know exactly how you feel! I didn't think it was possible to love you any more than I already did, but I do. God help me, I do now. You're my pride and joy, Kenny. It's terribly wrong for us to be carrying on this way, but I know you can't help it and I'm afraid I can't either. That damned Frank! If it hadn't been for that dirty bastard…"
Her voice trailed off. It would do no good to blame Frank. He was out of their lives forever and she wanted to forget him. True, he'd forced them into incest; but he hadn't made them like it, had he? Marge had to admit the answer was NO. There was no way she could blame Frank for tonight, because it was all hers and Kenny's doings. But she didn't want to think about that. Corrupting her innocent young son would be vastly more enjoyable than mulling over the reasons why she – who'd always prided herself on her decency – should now be wanting to do such a wicked, unmotherly thing.
"Don't talk about him, Mama. You don't need old Frank or any other man now, do you? I don't want you letting anybody else make love to you. Not ever again!"
"Now, Kenny, it isn't healthy for you to be so jealous of me," she told him, but secretly she was pleased.
Kenny tried to get her to promise she wouldn't ever let anybody but him do it to her. She refused to promise him anything, and couldn't resist teasing him about being jealous. She knew she shouldn't tease him, because it was only making him worse, but it gave her such a charge to have her little boy demanding that she be faithful to him. He wanted her all to himself, and this excited Marge in a perverse manner.
"No, honey," she taunted. "You may as well hush up about that. You're very sweet but you're just a little boy, and if I get to needing a man-sized cock in me, why, then I'll just have to find me a man with a big hard dick and let him give my pussy a good fucking and nothing you can say or do is going to stop me. Of course, if you wanted to watch, like you did that morning at Frank's, I might just agree to…"
Marge was deliberately tormenting her son, and damned if it wasn't turning him on as much as it was her. This was mental sadomasochism, pure and simple, and they were both responding to it. Kenny's soaking penis had gone limp after his climax, but now, as Marge played to his insane jealousy by threatening to let some unknown man screw her in front of him, the boy's small pecker sprang back to an even bigger and harder erection than before.
"Shut up, Mama! Don't talk that way!" the nine-year-old wailed, and he started fucking her like mad, grunting, "UHH, UHH, UHH!"
"That's it, baby!" she encouraged as she caught the frenzied tempo of his thrusting motions and began working with him. "Fuck Mother's hot pussy! Fuck it good! Show me you can satisfy me and… mmmmm… maybe I won't need anybody else to do it to me for… aaaaahh… another week or so! Hump it to me, you little bugger! Ohh, ohhh… oh, that does feel nice!"
They were off and running on a mother/son fucking match, Marge loving every second of it as her possessive young child gritted his teeth and strove to prove that his was the only prick she needed for now and evermore. She whispered in his ear the things she wanted him to say to her, and he threw her lust-inciting words back at her with gusto.
"Shake it, you cock-hungry bitch!" he rasped, repeating his mother's whispered phrase as he stabbed his stony little organ rapid-fire in and out of the sweltering gash between her upraised legs.
"Jesus, yesss!" Marge moaned, her passion doubling at the sound of Kenny's excited voice throwing her own obscenities back at her.
She shook it. Round and around and up and down. Being careful so as not to break their peter/pussy connection.
"Oh, Mama, Mama!" he cried, humping away at her.
Marge began whispering in his ear again, and Kenny echoed her pantingly: "Oh, baby… what a hot… pussy you got! I love it! Throw it… up to me! That hot, wet cunt… harder… faster… fuck, Mother uunnnn… fuck with me… you hot-assed slut!"
"Oh, Goddamn it, yesss!" Marge squealed, for hearing her innocent offspring spout vulgarities gave her a wild and wicked thrill.
Caught, up in a fit of lust, she grabbed his bouncing bottom and started screwing him like crazy. If she hadn't been holding him by the buns, she would've surely bucked him off. The soles of her feet and her shoulders were the only parts of her touching the bed, except for her ass, which kept banging up and down like a jackhammer. The resilient cheeks of her bobbing butt made the bed snap and squeak incessantly.
"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh!" she chanted blissfully.
The physical effort of it had her sweating again. Soon, she was huffing and puffing, for air, straining for orgasm, almost reaching it time and time again only to have it evaporate as she reached out for it. Lovely as his prick felt jabbing into her – and her son was really trying to please her – it simply wasn't big enough to trip the lever of her climactic release mechanism. She needed something much fatter and longer stuffed up her. As she was contemplating her problem without missing a stroke, thinking how divine his arm had felt, Kenny's pussy-slick organ slipped out of her oversized twat and, much to Marge's shocked delight, it stabbed full into the tiny, erogenous ring of her brownish, puckered asshole.