The more the boy thought of his mother, the more excited he got. And he couldn't help wondering what would happen if he only dared tell her of his passion of her.
Staring at the picture that most resembled his mother, and imagining what it would be like to have his cock buried in her cunt, Dave jerked himself into a powerful orgasm.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Jean was just as excited as her son. Ever since her fling with Karen her incestuous hunger had grown.
Rather than taking her mind off her son, as she'd hoped, the cunt-sucking episode with Karen had made her aware of the possibilities that existed for sexual joy. Besides, Karen's words were still echoing in her head – "Why not fuck him and be done with it?"
It was three days since Jean's lesbian fling. And those days had been a trial. She'd begun rehearsing seduction scenes in her mind. Imagining herself approaching her son in various ways, she would wind up under his pistoning prick. But the only thing these imaginary scenes did for her was to make her wild with lust.
And now, with the dinner cooking, Jean found herself in another of her horny spells.
If she were to get through the evening with her sanity, she would have to relieve the tremendous hollow feeling in her cunt. On her way to her room, she paused at Dave's door. Again, the telltale sounds of a creaking mattress told her that Dave was jerking off.
For a wild moment, Jean thought of entering that room. She even lifted her hand to the doorknob. But she couldn't go through with it.
Rather, she ran to her own room. She had pressed into service as a dildo a perfume bottle that was shaped roughly like a prick. And now she grabbed that bottle desperately. Holding the bottle in both hands, she brought it to her face and kissed it.
The only way Jean could save herself from attacking her son was to keep her lust under control. And this prick-shaped bottle was the only thing she could turn to at the moment.
After kissing the bottle, she stuck it into her mouth and sucked. She pretended that it was her son's prick. But she had to use all her imaginative powers to ignore the obvious differences between that cold glass and her son's hot cock.
Jean went to her bed and sat down on the edge. She spread her legs and lifted her skirt. Then she moved the wet crotch of her panties aside.
When she felt the cool air of the room on her soaking cunt, she gasped in desperation. Bringing the bottle to her drooling pussy, she spread the lips and inserted it.
"Huh-h-h-h," she gasped.
The bottle slid up her tunnel with the generous lubrication that flowed there. Her pussy stretched to tit around the bulky dildo. When it was all the way in and she was holding the neck of the bottle with her fingertips at the lips of her cunt, Jean began moving it roughly in and out.
She remembered how Mark, the office boy, had fucked her. She thought of her son in the next room, stroking his cock in horny desperation. And she fucked herself with that poor imitation of a hard prick.
But the bottle did the job. At least it gave her an orgasm. She tried to keep her moans of ecstasy down as her body shook.
When it was over, Jean lay there motionless. The bottle slipped out of her pussy and clunked to the floor.
Jean knew this was a futile effort. She would lose her mind if she had to live like this. Maybe she could send Dave to a boarding school and get a kid like Mark to live with her. As she thought about it, she began to think it might work. And by the time she got back to the kitchen to set the table, she had decided to ask Dave if he would like to go to a boarding school.
"Dave, dinner's ready," Jean called.
She was feeling better. Her recent orgasm and the thought of getting the boy out of sight by sending him away gave her the first hope of solving her problem without sinking to incest.
But as soon as Dave came into the room, all that was shattered. As soon as she saw him, she knew that she could never send him away. And she could never settle for Mark or any other boy. It would have to be Dave, she knew. She had to fuck Dave or lose her mind.
Jean managed to dish but the dinner. But she had no appetite for food. In fact, she couldn't even pretend to act normally.
"Are you all right, Mom?" Dave asked.
"Actually, don't feel very well, honey," she said. "I think I'd better sit down. You eat dinner."
"I'll eat later."
By the time Jean got to her room, she was so nervous she couldn't stop pacing the floor and biting her nails. She knew she was going to try to seduce Dave that evening. She had to. But nothing she'd ever done in her life scared her so much.
What will Dave do? she wondered. Jean knew he was horny. But she had no way of knowing if he would want to fuck his own mother. What if he were so shocked that he ran out of the house? He might run away from home, she thought.
But nothing could stop her now. If the boy wouldn't fuck her she would deal with that later. Right now, she had to decide on a plan.
Jean had been thinking about this for a long time. But she never thought she would actually go through with it. Fantasies were one thing, but actually seducing her son was quite another.
She thought of calmly telling the boy of her predicament. She would explain that she simply had to fuck him and that she hoped he wanted to fuck her too.
But that seemed ridiculous.
Next, she decided to give it everything she had. She could dress in her sheerest nightgown, the one that showed her tits and cunt off so well. Then she would sidle up to the boy and caress him. She didn't think the boy could resist the feeling of her tits and mouth.
But that seemed so cheap and tacky.
How does a mother fuck her own son? She would have to play it by ear. But, Goddamn it, she was going to have that kid that very evening.
When the knock sounded on her door, Jean almost jumped out of her skin.
"Yes?" she said.
"I just wondered if you felt any better," Dave said.
This was it, Jean knew. But she couldn't say anything. She wondered if she should call the boy in, but she couldn't speak.
"Mom?" Dave called.
The door opened. Dave's face appeared. Jean was standing in the middle of the room, looking back at him.
"You okay?" the boy asked.
"No," Jean managed to say. "No, I haven't been okay in a while."
Dave looked at his mother with a puzzled expression. What was wrong? he wondered.
"Oh, Dave," Jean said as she began walking toward him. "I don't know why, but I'm so horny I can't stand it."
Dave's mouth dropped open. He knew that his mother was horny, but he never expected her to tell him that. And why was she walking toward him with her hands outstretched?
"Dave, don't you understand?" she asked. "I need you. YOU!"
Dave was still standing there flabbergasted as his mother threw her arms around him. He still couldn't believe she meant what she'd said. The boy put his arm around his mother. After all, if she needed comforting, he would comfort her.
But there was something about this embrace that was not at all motherly. She was pressing her tits against him and grinding her hips. Dave wondered with horror if his mother could feel the hard lump in his jeans.
It was only when Jean kissed the boy with an open mouth and wiggling tongue that he got the message. But it was still so outrageous that he couldn't believe it wasn't a mistake or a dream.
But he was caught up in the fabulous sensations of his mother's body. Mistake or dream, he was going to take advantage of it. He met his mother's tongue with his own. His hands began exploring, one sinking to her ample ass, the other moving toward a tit.
Slowly, it began to dawn on Dave that his mother was actually giving herself to him. Incredible as it seemed, his most desperate hope was coming true.
Dave captured one of his mother's tits in his hand. His other hand was still full of plump ass-cheek. The fingers pressed into the valley of her ass through her skirt.