Peggy, afraid of the incestuous desires she has found herself with since her son grew into puberty, has tried to hide the fact from her husband, fearful of his condemnation. George, a latent homosexual, also has tried to hide his incestuous desires from his wife. Although never having a homosexual contact in his life, he found himself with the unbearable urge to perform fellatio on his own son – and to have the favor returned. Strange as it may seem, their son, Larry, would have been more than willing to cooperate in his parent's strange desires. He has made many attempts to observe his mother in the bath, or when she utilizes the toilet. At night he visualizes what their organs would look like, how it would feel if he could touch his mother's genitals, or manipulate his father's penis. Larry became a habitual masturbator with his first ejaculation at the age of eleven.
Larry was sitting in the bathroom, a portfolio of pictures laid out on the floor before him. He was squatting, leaning back against the bathtub as he peered at the photos on the floor. He was proud of his collection of pornographic pictures, having acquired them in exchange for masturbating a teen-aged boy one day in a weed-covered field.
Now, squatting on the bathroom floor and jerking his fist up and down his erected penis, he stared at the men and women who were indulging in every known form of sexual connection. His breath came in loud pants as he strived to bring forth an ejaculation.
Totally absorbed in his self-abuse, he was unaware of his mother who stood at the door, watching him. The house they lived in was run-down and in need of repair, the bathroom door being one item. It never closed tight, and the latch had long ago been broken. Peggy had been watching her son masturbate for many months now, having discovered Larry spending long minutes in the bathroom. At first she was ashamed of her incestuous desire to rush into the room and grasp his penis and masturbate him herself. But the longer she stood there, the less shame she felt. Now, whenever she knew her son was entering the bathroom, she would go to the door and watch him in secrecy. Her greatest thrill was to see the white globs of his semen spurt out the little hole at the end of his hard organ.
Standing there now, her breath coming in hot gasps of excitement, Peggy squeezed her fingers into her overly large breasts as she watched. Her son, naked and squatting as he was, knees spread wide, gave her the view she enjoyed most; his testicles and penis fully exposed to her hot eyes. It was this day Peggy made up her mind to throw caution out the window and attempt a sexual intimacy with her son.
Quickly she left the door and went to her bedroom. Removing her panties, she sat down at the battered dressing table, brushing her copper-colored hair. "Larry!" she called loudly, "Larry… come here a moment!"
Hearing his mother's voice, Larry stopped pumping his penis and listened. He did not want to leave now, his orgasm was close and his penis was throbbing for the release.
"Larry! Come here… now!"
"Just a minute, Mother!" he called out.
"Right now, Larry!" Peggy insisted, not wanting him to ejaculate, afraid it would take the edge off his passion… and she needed his passion to be at a high peak for her purpose. "Come here right now!"
Sighing, Larry quickly pulled his pants on, his organ still bulging with hardness. Leaving his shirt off, he stood at his parent's bedroom, looking in at his mother. She looked up at him from the mirror. "Sit on the bed a moment, dear," she said, her eyes seeing the bulge at his groin. "I've got something to show you."
Reluctantly, Larry moved into the room, trying to shield his erection from her. He sat down on the bed and looked questioningly at his mother's back. The dress she wore was old and faded, a garment she had worn as a child in school. Peggy turned, making certain that she swung one leg over the stool and the hem of her skirt slid high on her skinny thigh. Sitting on the stool with her legs straddling it, she watched her son's eyes widen, and knew he was seeing what she wanted him to see.
Larry stared beneath the skirt of his mother. Her bush of copperish-colored pubic hair was almost fully exposed to him, and he could see the faint outline of her vaginal lips. He grew weak from what he found himself looking at, finally realizing his desire to see his mother's genitals. He gasped loudly, then lifted his eyes. His young face flushed pinkly as his mother stared back at him. "What's wrong, Larry?" she said softly. "Are you sick?"
"N-no… Gosh!"
"What is it, dear?" she insisted, watching him intently as his eyes lowered once more to peek under her dress.
"Mother…" he said in a low voice. "You're… you're showing… you don't have any panties on."
"What am I showing, Larry?" she asked, looking down and about as if she could not find anything wrong.
"You're… you're…" he stammered in confusion. He was unable to tear his eyes from the exposure, although he knew he was blushing furiously and some-what ashamed of himself.
"I can't help it, Larry," Peggy said. "We don't have any money for me to buy new panties… and the ones I have are torn up."
For a long moment, Peggy continued to sit and expose her genitals to her young son, her passion growing more fierce by the moment. She was happy to see he did not lose his erection, and she made a point of looking at it. "Larry," she said in a gentle voice, trying to keep it from quivering. "Do you like… I mean… is it alright?"
"What? Is what… alright?" he asked in return.
Her courage left her. Peggy could not go through with it. She brought her other leg around and closed her thighs tightly, feeling her clitoris throb between the concealment of her thighs. She pressed her hands down into her lap, no longer looking at her son. She was ashamed of herself now, but Larry's confusion was gone. One of his desires had been accomplished finally, and he wanted to rush to the bathroom and continue his self-abuse with the image of his mother's hair-lined vagina still fresh in his young mind.
"What did you want, Mother?" he asked, squirming on the bed.
"Oh…" Peggy looked up, her cheeks tinged with pink, and her eyes immediately fell on his bulging groin. "Nothing, Larry…"
He started to get up, anxious to grasp his penis, feeling he would ejaculate at any second if he did not leave now. Peggy jumped to her feet, rushing to the boy before he could get to his feet and leave. Forcing a laugh, she sat down beside him and started tickling the boy. Soon they were rolling around on the bed, wrestling happily and tickling each other. During the scuffle, her dress slid up, higher and higher until she was almost exposed again. She was aware of it, but the more she wrestled with her young son, the more her courage returned. She felt his hardness press against her hip and thighs now and then as they rolled about on the bed.
Getting him down on his back, Peggy straddled her son and sat squarely down on his erection. Her warm buttocks almost caused Larry to climax, but he somehow kept from it. Suddenly he lay still, looking up at his mother who held his arms pinned to his sides with her knees. Peggy could feel his penis jerk and throb against the naked flesh of her crotch, and she pressed down harder than normal. She stared into his eyes, and at once understood the lust behind them, realizing her son desired her.
Watching him, wanting him now with more intensity than ever, Peggy placed her hands on her thighs, settling down heavily on his throbbing penis. "I know what… what that… is," she whispered in a thick voice.
Unable to answer, Larry stared back into his mother's lust filmed eyes. He squirmed his buttocks, pressing his covered penis hard against her naked flesh. "I can't… can't help it, Mother," he finally managed to say.