GETTING BEHIND MOTHER

GETTING BEHIND MOTHER

FOREWORD

Many people feel an overwhelming attraction to other members of their own family. When suppressed, this attraction often leads to agonizing emotional troubles. When expressed, this stigma sometimes means feelings of guilt and shame that are almost impossible to overcome. Indeed, incest is a subject that has been shunned by society from the earliest memories of man.

Those of us who have these unfulfilled desires are often driven to torment over our needs. These desires have driven people even to the brink of insanity -- or worse.

GETTING BEHIND MOTHER is the story of a woman and her son who are forced by their desires to come to grips with turbulent emotions. What happens to them when they confront these emotions together reveals their ability to be honest with themselves and to be unafraid of their own inner feelings.

The Publisher

CHAPTER ONE

With Conor holding the wire fence for her, Madison slipped between the strands. But just as she expected it to happen, her skirt caught on one of the barbed wires. She was climbing through fast and her skirt ripped from the waist to the hem.

A slight flush crept over her lovely face as she glanced at her son.

Conor didn't see the flush on his mother's face. He was behind her, staring in fascination at her long legs and her pink bikini panties.

"Oh, my!" Madison said, pulling her torn dress together. "I knew I'd tear my dress."

Conor's eyes were hot as he giggled softly.

"You're not supposed to look," she said, her eyes lowering shyly as she held her dress together. "It isn't nice."

"I think it's very nice, Mother," he said.

"What do you know?" she replied, her voice soft. "I didn't think you ever noticed girls."

"I notice you, Mother."

Madison was on the other side of the fence from her son, and she looked at him, her eyes moving from his head to his feet, then up again, stopping at his crotch. Although she tried to stop herself, the words came out anyway; "And I notice you, too, honey."

Her voice was very low, husky. A tremor swept through her body as she heard what she said. She lifted her eyes to his, and saw the expression of yearning on her son's face. They stared at each other, neither speaking, but both acutely aware of what each had said.

Madison finally broke the silence. "Here, let me hold the wire for you."

She placed her foot on the bottom strand, pulling the other with both hands. The torn skirt parted, and her slender, creamy thigh showed, along with a teasing bit of pink panties.

Conor, halfway through the fence, facing her, paused and stared. Then he moved quickly through the fence.

Hand in hand, they walked over the pasture, through the scattered trees. They had no business being there, except that it was a nice day for a walk. They had been driving about five miles from home, when they decided to stop to enjoy the warm day. Madison usually drove once a month to a nearby farm, where she bought fresh vegetables. The car was loaded, and the vegetables would be cleaned and put in the freezer once they got home.

Madison seldom became too friendly with people, men or women. She preferred her life with her son, without close friends. She was a loner, and had always been a loner. Her son, it seemed, was taking that habit up. Like her, he had no close friends, wanted no close friends. He had told his mother many times he was content to be with her, always with her. He was not athletic, but loved books and was very intelligent. His interests varied, but mostly he liked history. Roman and Greek history. He was an avid reader of mythology, and was particularly interested in the sex-life of the ancient Romans and Greeks.

Madison encouraged his reading, often discussing with him the Gods of old, but would usually draw back when he ventured into the more erotic aspects of those civilizations. But it didn't stop her mind from thinking, wondering, wanting. What it did was make her more aware of her being alone with her son, of her deeply bubbling passions and desires, desires she had never been able to explain, never talked about, even with her long-dead husband. She had been ashamed of those crazy desires for years, but had, in the past year or so, allowed herself to imagine, to fantasize, to wonder what if...

She clung to her son's hand as they walked slowly until they were over a low rise and out of sight of the road. She had allowed her torn skirt to flap in the breeze. Conor couldn't see anything; he was on the other side of her.

They paused and sat beneath an old twisted tree. Madison leaned against the trunk, making sure her skirt was tucked to cover her thighs and panties, while Conor sat cross-legged a few feet away, facing her. She studied his face. She could see the desire in his dark eyes, knowing her son wanted to see more of her, but not knowing how to ask. She wasn't sure she could allow him to look beneath her skirt. Madison was afraid she would do more, like grab his cock, take it out and fuck him. For weeks Madison had known she wanted her son. At first it had startled her, but she had to be honest with herself. She could teach him so much, so very much.

Conor looked at her, silent.

She looked back at him, just as silent.

Conor was trying to look under her dress, and he wasn't trying to conceal his interest. It was the fir si time he had looked so boldly at her, his eyes not wavering.

Madison felt her cunt throb inside the tight crotch of her panties. Her tits seemed to swell into a hardness, and her nipples became rigid. She drew her knees back to her chest, hugging them, still gazing into her son's face.

"You're very good-looking, Conor," she said softly.

"You're beautiful, Mother," he replied, but his eyes never lifted.

Madison slipped her right hand don, sliding her fingers along her thigh. She felt the rip of her skirt, and slowly pulled it away. She heard a soft gasp from Conor, and his eyes widened slightly.

"Is this what you're trying to look at Conor?" she asked, her voice whispery.

Conor stared at the back of his mother's satiny thigh, seeing where her tan ended and the white of her hip began. His breathing increased, and Madison glanced at his crotch. She kept her eyes there, and lifted the torn skirt away, fanning it wide.

"Why are you looking at me, Conor?"

"Because... Mother, you're beautiful!"

"But why are you looking... there?"

"I want to see, Mother," he said, and now Madison noticed his cock starting to bulge in hardness inside his pants.

"We shouldn't," Madison whispered. "I mean, I shouldn't let you see me this way."

"Yes, you should," Conor answered. "I want to see, Mother."

Madison trembled. She wanted to show her son, show her body to him, let him see what she had for him, but despite Conor's burning interest, she had to be certain, completely certain.

"Honey," she said softly. "Would you... would you still love me if you saw? You wouldn't hate me?"

"Mother, I'd love you anyway," he replied. "No matter what, I'll love you forever, and want to stay with you forever."

Madison knew he was being honest with her, he just didn't know. She leaned against the tree, her thigh showing, the ridge of her pink panties just visible to her son's hot gaze. Her cunt was burning wetly, feeling as if it would melt the crotch of her panties, and if that happened, she would be sitting there with her pussy on display, deliciously, lewdly, wantonly, exposed to her son.

"You first," she whispered, feeling childish.

"Okay," Conor agreed quickly.

But he remained sitting.

Madison breathed deeply, her tits pushing at her blouse, her eyes seeing his cock starting to strain very hard at his pants now.

"You first," she said again, her voice very low.

Conor stood up, and she stared straight at his cock. It pressed out at his pants, outlined. She could see his cock was not very big, but it was mouth-wateringly beautiful to her. The turning point had arrived, Madison knew. She knew she wouldn't stop now, not now. She wanted to see her son's cock, see it out of his pants. She wanted to look at it and let her pussy soak her panties.

Conor stood straight, his hips arching slightly, as if proud of his hard-on. But he just stood there, not opening his pants.

"You first," Madison said again, her voice barely audible.

"You promise, Mother?" Conor asked, excitement in his voice. "You'll let me see, too? You won't change your mind?"

Madison shook her head. "No, I won't change my mind, darling."

The breeze caught the hem of her torn skirt, lifting it. Her pink panties flashed to her hip.

Conor didn't take his cock out.

He dropped his pants completely.

Madison's breath stuck in her throat. She was staring at her son, naked between his waist and his knees, his cock jutting out with hardness, his cockhead smooth and swollen. She gazed with slitted eyes, seeing his long cockshaft, his round cockhead, his small piss-hole, and his precious balls dangling below.

There was no hair, and somehow that excited her very much.

Conor seemed very excited to have his cock exposed to her, and she watched it jerk up and down. She wanted to grab his prick, to feel it, to stroke it, to play with his beautiful balls, but she sat frozen, her eyes hot, eating his cock and balls up, her cunt on fire.

"Oh, God, Conor!" she moaned, a delicious tremor going through her.

Conor took hold of his cock, closing his fist about it. When he squeezed, his cockhead looked ready to burst. His balls seemed to twitch, and Madison balled her fist up, fighting to keep from grabbing his cock and balls.

Conor didn't say anything, but began to pump his cock. Madison stared, fascinated, sitting on the grass, her torn skirt flapping gently in the breeze, her panties flashing each time it was lifted.

"Want to see something, Mother?" Conor asked, his voice cracking with desire. "Want to see what I can do?"

"I know what you can do," she replied in a breathless voice, her eyes never moving from his cock.

"You can watch me do it, Mother," he said, and began to jack his cock, sliding his tight fist back and forth from his swollen cockhead to his prick base, his balls jiggling with motion.

"Conor..." she mewled, her voice husky. She hugged her knees tightly to her tits, licking her lips, staring hard at his cock and fist.

"What, Mother?" Conor gasped, pumping harder on his cock.

"Show me," she said softly. "Show me what you can do."

Conor pushed his hips forward, his fist pounding on his cock. His mouth hung open and his eyes were glassy. He stared right at his mother while he stood there, jacking off proudly.

Madison's body shivered, her cunt throbbing with fiery wetness, her clit seeming to bore a hole into her tight panties. She breathed deeply, fighting hard to keep her own hands off his cock and balls. Conor moved closer to her, his feet parting. She felt his shoes touch hers, and his cock was only a foot or so away from her now. She had to tilt her head up slightly to watch him, and she was sure she could smell the scent of his crotch. It was an exciting, slightly sweaty scent, one that teased and excited her emotions.

She had never had her face that close to a cock before, and it excited her tremendously. The scent was just as she thought it would be. She had inhaled that scent on his worn shorts before, in secret, while playing with her cunt. She breathed deeply, watching the head of his cock as he pumped it. His small piss-hole was getting wet now, and the wetness shone in the sun.

Conor was jacking off faster and faster, pushing his hips forward, grunting softly. His eyes seemed glazed, out of focus. Madison knew he would come soon, and she stared with awe at the head of his cock. He seemed proud to show her his hard-on, proud to let her watch him jack off.

"Now, Mother!" Conor suddenly gasped. "Oohhh!" she moaned.

A hot, thick spurt of come-juice landed on her forehead. Madison didn't move, her eyes smoldering as she watched the creamy juice spurting out of his cock, right into her face. She felt his come-juice running about her cheeks, on her chin. She closed her lips just as a scalding spurt splashed across them. Conor jerked swiftly on his spewing prick, gasping, coming hard, sending his come-juice directly into his mother's face.

When it was over, Conor stepped back, showing signs of embarrassment for the first time.

"I didn't mean to come in your face, Mother," he said, slumping, squatting with his pants at his knees.

Madison didn't answer him. She leaned her head against the tree, her face dripping with come juice. Very slowly, tentatively, she pushed the tip of her tongue past her lips and tasted her son's come-juice on her lips.

A shudder went through her. A soft squeal came from her lips and she had to fight to keep it from turning into a scream.

Her cunt exploded with orgasm.

CHAPTER TWO

It was several minutes before she could speak. During her orgasm, Madison had hugged her knees tightly to her tits, her eyes closed, her face dripping with her son's come-juice. Conor had squatted and watched his mother. He knew what was happening to her; he had read all about that in a book he had at home.

Madison opened her eyes and saw him before her, and the way he was squatting, she could see his cock and balls dangling. It looked as if he was going to piss, or take a shit, or something... but it made her want to stare and stare.

"It's your turn now, Mother," Conor said in a low voice.

She was glad he didn't apologize for coming in her face again. She knew it was her turn; she had promised him. But she felt fear creep through her body, a fear that it could get out of hand, that she would not leave her son alone, that she would use him to find out all those things she had dreamed of, thought of, fantasized about. Would Conor ridicule her? She didn't think so.

"You promised, Mother," Conor said. "You promised I could see."

"I know," Madison said, her voice very thick. "And I will, baby. Just let me... oh, hell! It's now or never."

Conor looked at her. "What does that mean, Mother?"

"It means if I don't show you now, I probably won't have the nerve later."

Conor's eyes took on a sparkle as Madison stood, her torn skirt fanning away from her body in the gentle breeze. Her face still dripped with his come-juice. She didn't want to wipe it off. It felt good, like a precious oil. She wondered if the Romans or Greeks used to jack off into their women's faces.

"The top first, Mother," Conor asked, getting to his feet. His pants fell to his ankles, and he stood there with everything showing. "Let me see your... tits, first."

Madison giggled, slightly embarrassed. "My tits?"

Conor nodded, almost dancing with excitement. Madison gazed at his cock and balls, watching them swing with his movement. He certainly wasn't shy, she thought. Her hand lifted to her blouse, fumbling with the buttons. She had never exposed herself outdoors, but the idea sent a delicious shiver through her. She gazed straight at her son, opening the buttons of her blouse, her eyes hot. She trembled slightly, her blouse open, but held together by her nervous hands.

"Now, Mother," Conor urged. "Please, show me now!"

Madison sucked in a deep breath, and her tits strained upward. Quickly, she pulled her blouse wide, holding it away from her body. Conor swallowed as he stared at his mother's tits, fascination growing in his eyes. Madison's tits were full and firm, closely spaced, creamy smooth. Her light-brown nipples jutted upward in hardness, tingling in the light breeze. She smiled at Conor, feeling very, very wicked. Her shoulders shrugged, and her tits jiggled tightly. Conor couldn't take his eyes from his mother's tits, and his mouth gaped as his eyes burned. His cock seemed to stir, and Madison lowered her gaze to it. If his cock was starting to swell, he must like her tits, she thought.

After a moment longer, Madison pulled her blouse from her arms and let it flutter to the grass. She could hardly believe how good she felt to be standing in the open, her tits showing. It felt even better because her son was there, staring hungrily at her. Perhaps those old Romans and Greeks had a good thing, she thought. Her hips twisted slightly with the sensations of pleasure she felt, her cunt puffy with wet heat.

Conor removed his pants, and stood wearing his t-shirt, socks and sneakers. Madison's eyes moved up and down his body. She was thinking no one could look more erotic, more desirable, than her son did at that moment. The desire to grab him, hold him, hug him tight, was strong. She wanted to smash her tits into his eager face, feel her nipples inside his wet mouth, his tongue licking as he sucked with peed.

Her hands were at the zipper of her skirt, but she stood without pulling it down, watching his cock lift slowly. She didn't feel as nervous as a few minutes ago. She was anxious to strip here, anxious to see what her son's reaction would be to her body, her nakedness.

She pulled the zipper, and her skirt fluttered to her feet. She stood wearing her bikini panties, her arms held outward, her palms toward her son, a grin on her lovely face. Her dark hair whipped gently about her head in the breeze, and Conor saw only his mother's body. Madison's panties were pink, very tight, with white lace around the waist and crotch. The shadow of her pussy hair showed through. She spread her feet, and Conor stared at her. Madison's waist was small, and her hips rounded. Her thighs were slender and shapely, very long. Her cunt made a mouthwatering bulge in the tight crotch of her panties, and that was where Conor fixed his eyes now. His cock came up, pointing straight out from his body. He was breathing hard, his eyes glassy.

"Hurry, Mother!" he panted. "I wanna see more!"

Madison giggled, unable to stop it. She felt like some little virginal high school girl doing something naughty with a boy. She slipped her fingers into the elastic, lacy waist of her panties, pushing them downward slowly. She paused when they slipped past the line of soft pussy hair.

"Conor," she whispered softly, "do you want to go through with this?"

"Yeah, Mother!" he gulped. "You saw me! It's your turn now."

Madison knew she had reached the turning point. She could slip her panties back onto her hips, finish dressing, and they would go. It would be as if it had never happened, or like a dream she would treasure always. But Madison was fed up with dreams. She wanted the real thing. It was time to stop dreaming, stop fantasizing, she told herself. It was time to experience those things, to indulge her wild hungers. Conor wouldn't laugh at her. Conor would join her.

Swiftly, she shoved her panties down, lifting first one foot, then the other, removing them. She stood, holding her panties in front of her body, covering her pussy. The breeze caught them, lifting them. Conor gasped as he saw his mother's pussy .

With a giggle, Madison dropped her panties.

She stood, naked, her legs open, and again held her hands chat, palms toward her son. Conor stared and stared, his cock angling upward now, his cockhead almost touching his stomach, intensely hard, his balls tight and full once more. "Well?" she asked softly.

"Mother, you're... you're..." Conor choked, his eyes wide as he stared at his naked mother. "Oh, beautiful, Mother! You're so beautiful!"

Madison felt a ripple of pleasure move about her satiny flesh. She was well-tanned except for the two white strips of flesh over her tits and hips. She was tall and slender, but with exciting curves that caused her son's cock to start dripping from his piss-hole. She drew her hands to her body, stroking them up her sides, over her flat stomach. She toyed with the upper curls of her pussy hair, then brought her hands to her tits. Cupping them, she squeezed slightly, allowing her rubbery nipples to protrude from her fingers, her eyes on his cock. She licked her lips, feeling her pussy throb wetly. Madison knew that was only the beginning, the start of something that would delight them both.

Caressing her hands back down her body, her eyes now watching her son's face, she parted her cunt, exposing her pink, puffy pussy-lips and her bulging clit to her son's eyes. She stood with her hips jutted forward suggestively, her fingers opening her cunt.

Conor was gasping as if choking, his eyes boring into his mother's cunt, his left hand gripping his tight balls, causing Madison to wonder if he wasn't hurting them. His right hand was stroking his upstanding hard-on slowly but firmly.

"Conor," she moaned softly, sliding a fingertip over her revealed clit. "Conor, baby... Mother needs you, darling! Mother needs you so much!"

Conor couldn't answer. He was shaking with desire, squeezing his balls and cock as he watched his mother's finger rubbing at her cunt. He was so excited, so aroused, he could hardly believe how good it felt. He had read and reread all those accounts in his book, pouring over the pictures of those long-dead ancients of Pompeii. Although his history books weren't graphic, Conor understood very well, reading between the lines. That was the way to live, he thought. Everyone wearing those thin robes, tits showing, bodies revealed, fucking anywhere and everywhere, with anyone.

Madison stepped toward her son, her eyes blazing with desire. She moved his hands away from his cock and balls. She hesitated only a moment, then grasped them, herself. The heat of his balls in her hand thrilled her, and when she closed her fist around his cock, she was surprised at how hard it was. She squeezed it, making a throaty squeal of pleasure, looking down at his cockhead, watching it swell. Juices seeped from his small piss-hole, and Madison ran her thumb over it, feeling how slippery they were. She wanted very much to taste those juices, to lick her thumb. But that was going too fast, she felt. She didn't want her son to be startled, shocked, maybe. She would take her time.

But as slow as she tried to go, Madison was losing her fragile grip on her emotions. They were flaring with bubbling heat, and her cunt was driving her crazy. She grasped his cock very hard, and pumped her fist up and down, mating hot hissing sounds as she stared down between them, still holding his preciously hot balls in her other hand.

"Oh, Conor, Conor!" she breathed, jacking his cock swiftly. "You're so hard again! You have a beautiful cock, darling! Ooohh, I've wanted to see your cock for so long... and now I've got it in my hand! Ahhh, your cock is so hard and lovely, baby!"

"Mother," Conor grunted, his hands lifting. "I gotta touch... touch something! I just gotta feel you, Mother!"

"Oh, God, yes!" she moaned, losing her grip on her emotions.

She knew it would happen, knew she couldn't stop once they started. Her face was still smeared with his come-juice; she had hold of his cock and if she didn't get it inside her cunt she would go out of her mind completely.

"Touch me! Touch Mother... all over. Feel Mother's tits, feel Mother's cunt!"

"Cunt," Conor whispered, as if the word awed him.

"Yes, Mother's cunt!"

She grabbed his wrist and shoved his palm between her thighs, pressing his hand hard into her scalding cunt. She closed her thighs around his hand, wiggling her ass, jacking his cock faster, panting with excitement.

"Feel my PUSSY, Conor!" she moaned hotly, all restraint gone. "Feel Mother's cunt! Feel how hot and wet Mother's cunt is! Play with Mother's wet, hot cunt... feel it... stick your fingers in it!"

Conor shot his other hand to his mother's tits, squeezing one of them as he found his fingers gripped in the wet tightness of his mother's pussy. Madison whimpered, her eyes dreamy, her fist banging at his cock. She wanted to stuff his sweet mouth with her tits, make him suck them, but she was too much in a hurry for his cock. She had to have it now, right now, and he could play with her later, suck her tits later, explore her cunt later.

"Fuck me!" she hissed.

Conor's body jerked, his eyes widening. "Fuck me, Conor!" she cried, squeezing his balls hard. "Fuck Mother now!"

"Oh, Mother!"

"Hurry, fuck me!" Madison sobbed, with tears of desire in her eyes. "Ohhhh, Conor, fuck me!"

She pulled from him, her knees bending, sitting back on the grass, then lying back, spreading her legs wantonly, her cunt shining with wetness. She held her arms up to him writhing her naked ass with urgency.

"Come on, baby," she hissed. "Fuck Mother! Shove that beautiful hard cock up Mother's hot cunt, and fuck it hard! Ooooooh, fuck the piss out of me! Hurry, baby... fuck my hot cunt now!"

Conor seemed frozen with fascination, staring between his mother's open legs, his eyes riveted upon the pink wet slit of her cunt. His cock jerked about with more hardness than ever. His balls were on fire, aching with fullness.

"Now, Conor!" Madison almost screamed, lifting her hips.

Conor dropped between his mother's splayed legs, his eyes still burning into her, crotch. But Madison couldn't wait any longer. She grabbed both his hands and jerked him down on top of her. Her right hand fished about feverishly between their naked bodies, clutching his cock and bringing it to her cunt. She placed the swollen head of her son's cock against the fiery slit of her cunt, and shoved her ass up.

"Oooohhh, God!" she moaned as her cunt stretched about her son's cock. "Ohhhh, so good! Ahhh, Conor, Conor!"

Conor choked as he felt the wet heat of his mother's cunt wrapping about his prick. Madison strained against him, feeling his cock deep inside her bubbling pussy. She could feel it jerk, feel it throb, with her sensitive pussy lips. She could feel his hot balls resting on the cheeks of her ass. She lifted her legs, wrapping them about his hips, her arms around his shoulders. She gasped with pleasure when her son pushed hard into her cunt, smashing the swollen lips of her pussy at the base.

Conor began to pump his ass, ramming his cock up and down, stabbing into his mother's clutching cunt. Madison cried out with ecstasy, churning her naked ass, meeting his downward thrust with a powerful lunge of her hips. She drew her arms from his shoulders and shoved them above her head, her hips working from the waist down. Liquid sounds came from her cunt as Conor fucked up and down, his balls dancing against her, squirming ass.

"Ahhh, ram it to me, Conor!" Madison wailed. "Oh, my God! It's so good, baby! Fuck me! Fuck Mother! Ahhh, such a hard cock, Conor! Ooooh, Mother's cunt loves that hard cock! Mother's cunt is going to eat your hard cock up! Mother's cunt is going to jack your hard cock off! Mother's cunt is going to squeeze your hard cock! Mother's cunt is going to suck your hard cock off!"

Madison babbled feverishly, twisting her head about on the grass, blades of it tangling in her hair. She was lost in a fleecy world of intense ecstasy, more ecstasy than she had ever felt. Her naked body was alive, vibrating with sensation after sensation. Her cunt seemed to have a mind of its own, squeezing and pulling at her son's cock, her cuntlips clamping at the base as he pulled up, then loosening when he went down. She knew she was babbling, but there was no way she could stop herself. The words tumbled out of her mouth wildly, her ass bouncing in a frenzy, grinding about with feverish abandon. She knew how lewdly, how wantonly she was acting and moving, and she knew she couldn't do anything about it, couldn't stop her hips, her pounding ass.

She flung her legs wide-open, her heels digging into the ground, her knees bent slightly. She pumped her cunt up and down, the muscles rippling in her stomach and thighs. She cried out, each gonad louder than the last. She balled her fists tightly, her ass grinding with crazy hunger. Conor was holding his upper body up with shaking arms, looking down at his cock penetrating his mother's cunt. The feeling was making his body shake, and his balls kept smashing against the crack of his mother's ass.

He gasped and panted, his mouth gaping, his eyes wide.

"Ohhh, yes, yes!" Madison sobbed. "I love it, Conor! Ahhh, baby, stab Mother in that hot cunt! Fuck Mother's wet pussy! Mother's cunt loves that hard cock so much! Fuck me, fuck me, Conor!"

Conor gasped as he lunged up and down, starting to feel weak. But his cock was about to explode. His prick had never been so hard, and he had never felt such wet heat on it in his life. His balls seemed to rumble, his cock tingle.

Madison rammed her crotch up at him, grinding in a frenzy, feeling her clit bulge tightly. She began to shiver as the ball of fire inside her cunt raged. She felt the thrilling heat radiate a long her inner thighs, up her stomach, making her tits hard. Her cunt closed tighter about her son's cock, and suddenly she screamed, smashing her cunt hard onto her son's cock, straining, pushing.

A scream boiled from her throat.

Her cunt grabbed her sons cock, then her contractions started. Her orgasm was strong, very powerful. She screamed mindlessly as she came, her ass shaking as she rammed her convulsing cunt against the base of Conor's cock. Conor, feeling the suddenly tighter grip of his mother's pussy, stopped moving. His eyes opened wide, and he felt his mother's cunt squeeze his cock as she came. Madison had thrown her head back, her eyes tight, her neck stretched, screaming out her mindless ecstasy. Her cunt pulled and milked at Conor's cock frantically. It seemed to last forever.

Slowly, Madison's ass lowered to the grass, and she lay beneath her son, her arms and legs spread out widely, his cock throbbing away inside her pulsating pussy. She breathed deeply, her tits lifting and falling, and her eyes shone up at him, her lips trembling as she smiled.

"Conor, it was... I don't believe I came so hard," she breathed. "I never came that hard in my life, honey!"

"What about me, Mother?"

"You can come, baby," she said, wrapping her thighs about him again. "Go on... fuck me some more. You'll come. I promise you, Mother's cunt will drain your hot balls!"

When her son began stabbing at her cunt, Madison twisted and thrashed up and down, meeting his lunges with her pussy. Now that the initial heat was cooled slightly, she held his shoulders and stared at his face as he drove his cock in and out of her cunt. She watched his handsome features twist and contort with rapture, his eyes taking on a glaze. She humped up as he came down, feeling his balls slapping the crack of her ass again. The feel of his cock sliding in and out of her cunt was as good as ever. She could feel it throb deeply, and cooed softly in pleasure.

"Ahhhh, it's very good, isn't it, Conor?" she moaned. "Doesn't it feel good? Doesn't Mother's hot cunt feel good on your cock?"

Conor grunted a reply.

"Your cock feels very good in my pussy," she said. "I could fuck your cock all day, baby! Mother could fuck that wonderful, hard cock all day long!"

Conor was fucking faster, ramming his cock in and out, making wet sounds with it. She saw his intense ecstasy on his face, and shut her mouth, bumping her ass up and down. It felt as if her son's cock had become bigger, harder, inside her pussy. It was jerking about more, and he began to pound into her cunt with frantic motions now.

"That's it, Conor!" she gasped, his cock driving the air from her lungs. "Fuck me hard, darling! Fuck Mother's cunt as hard as you want! Come, Conor! Let Mother have that juice! Squirt that sweet, hot come-juice in Mother's cunt! Give it to me, baby! Ohhh, God, give my cunt that hot juice!"

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her cunt grinding around his cock.

Conor lifted his head, his mouth wide, his eyes bulging.

"Now, baby! Now!"

Conor yelled, his body stiff, his cock straining into his mother's cunt as hard as he could push.

"Oooooh, yes!" Madison cried out when she felt his cock gushing, sending boiling streams of come juice into her greedy cunt. "Fill Mother's pussy! Fill my hot cunt with that sweet come juice!"

Squirt after squirt spurted into her cunt, making Madison shake with ecstasy. While her son was still coming, her mouth formed an oval, and then she shrieked, her second orgasm burning through her crotch, her cunt sucking hard at his spewing prick.

Slowly, Conor slumped on top of his mother, his body completely relaxed. Madison caressed his back, sliding her hands under his t-shirt, then down to stroke the cheeks of his naked ass. She dragged the tip of one finger up and down the crack of his ass, pushing her hand lower, tickling his balls gently.

"You better get up," she whispered after a while. "You're going to get a sunburn on your ass, and I don't want that to happen."

CHAPTER THREE

Madison had cleaned her face with her blouse. It was still damp from his come-juice, but she had buttoned it over her tits.

They were on their way home again, and Conor slumped against the passenger door, watching his mother as she drove. The torn skirt was on his side, and Madison didn't bother with pulling it over her thigh. It felt good to her, haying her son's eyes seeing her thigh all the way from her dimpled knee to her waist. She had slipped her pink panties on, and that enhanced his interest, she knew.

She was pleased that, her son wasn't embarrassed about fucking her. She was pleased that he had not laughed at her overpowering passion. But then he had been very excited. Maybe once they were home, he would start thinking about her wild actions, and then laugh. If he did, that would hurt badly.

"What did you think about it, Conor?" she asked, wanting to get a hint of his feelings. He had not said a word while they dressed, and had remained silent since. "Did you enjoy it?"

He nodded his head, mumbling a reply that she didn't catch.

"Was it good for you?" she asked.

"It was great, Mother," he said louder.

"What if... I mean, what if I... you..." She swallowed. "I mean, what if we wanted to do it again?"

"I do want to again, Mother," he said.

She glanced at him, and when she saw his eyes on her, she smiled and flipped the other side of her skirt away from her legs.

"Many times?" she asked.

"As many as you'll let me," he replied.

Madison breathed deeply, feeling her nipples brush the moistness of her blouse.

"I may let you do it all the time," she said softly. "All the time."

"Yeah!" Conor gurgled, sitting up and placing his hand on her shoulder. "I'd really go for that, Mother."

Madison couldn't suppress a soft giggle. "I could, too."

"Mother, I've been thinking," he said, caressing the back of her neck.

A small shiver of fear went through her. Now he's going to laugh at me, she thought.

"Thinking about what, darling?"

"Well, back there in the pasture," he said, hesitantly. "You were, well, different."

"Of course I was," she said. "I was naked, wasn't I?"

"I mean, you know, when we were doing it."

"I guess I did get a little wild, huh?" she asked, hoping desperately he wouldn't laugh at her.

"I mean the way you talked," Conor replied. "You're not talking that way now."

"I don't understand."

"You know, those words," Conor said.

"Oh, that?" she said, trembling.

"I liked it, hearing you say them," Conor said. "It made me feel excited."

She turned her face toward him for a moment, and saw his eyes. They were bright again, and she glanced at the front of his pants before looking back at the road.

"You like to hear me say cock and cunt and fuck, don't you?"

She dropped her right hand from the wheel and cupped his crotch, squeezing him gently. "You have a wonderful cock, Conor."

She heard his breathing increase. It had been about half an hour since they had fucked so frantically in the pasture, and her son had come twice, yet his cock was hardening against her hand again. She pressed down on it, making him moan with pleasure.

"I like your... cunt, too," he said.

Madison giggled. "I love your cock."

"And I love your cunt!" Conor said, laughing with her. He placed his hand on her naked thigh. "I can touch you when I want to, Mother? I mean, you won't say no?"

"Never?" she replied. "You can touch me, fuck me, anytime you want."

Conor's hand moved up her thigh, and Madison parted her knees, feeling awkward as she drove, but also enjoying her son's hand cupping at the crotch of her panties.

Conor's other hand fumbled with his pants, Madison felt happy when he pulled his cock out. She glanced down at his prick, then closed her fist about it tightly, pumping it as she drove.

"I've never done this before," she mewled. "I mean, held a cock and tried to drive at the same time."

His cock throbbed in her fist, slightly moist from her cunt. She pumped up and down, her fingers tight. The car wobbled, and she drew her hand away and held the wheel both again.

"Get back on your side," she said, but grinned at him. "I want that cock again, Conor, but I can't drive and play with it at the same time."

Conor scooted to his side, leaning against the passenger door again, his cock standing up hard from his open fly. Even that was too much for his mother. Madison couldn't keep her eyes on the road; she kept looking at his prick.

"I need it again!" she suddenly whimpered, and pulled the car to the shoulder of the road. "Hurry, get out and come around to my side!"

Conor understood, and rushed around the car to the driver's door. Madison had opened it by the time he reached it. She lay back on the seat, her feet out on the ground. She feverishly jerked the crotch of her panties away, scooting her ass to the edge of the car seat and spreading her legs.

"Fuck me, quick!" she groaned. "Ohhh, God, fuck Mother fast!"

Conor stepped between his mother's thighs, and with his cock sticking from his pants, he pushed into her crotch. He stared as his cock disappeared into the hairy slot of her cunt.

"Ooooh, wonderful!" Madison gasped, jerking her hips upward.

Conor could watch his cock sliding in and out of his mother's cunt now, and he gripped her twisting hips, gazing down. He saw her pink cunt-lips stretch and hold his cock, her clit straining up from her wet curt folds.

Madison cried out at the depth of his cock, whipping her hips up and down, beating her pussy frantically onto him. She clung to her covered tits, squeezing and smashing them in her hands, her eyes closed, her mouth open, churning her ass in a matching rhythm with her son's plunging cock. Her cunt was as hot as it had been in the pasture, and her hunger leaped hotly. She couldn't get her legs open enough, but she strained them as wide as she could, wanting her son to ram her cunt, bruise her greedy pussylips, crush her swollen clit.

"Fuck it, Conor!" she hissed. "Fuck that cunt, baby! Oooh, ram that cock up my wet cunt! Fuck Mother in the twat, in the snatch, in the pussy! Fuck it... fuck me!"

Conor grunted with ecstasy, listening to his mother, feeling her cunt burn his cock. She was so juicy, his balls were drenched, and his cock seemed blistered. He dug his fingers into her twisting hips, plunging his cock back and forth, watching it slide into that hairy tightness. Each time he rammed in, his balls smashed against the crack of her ass.

Madison, panting with rapture, drew her knees up and back, her ass hanging over the edge of the car seat. Conor's hands slid along his mother's thighs, and he placed his palms on the backs of them, halfway to her knees. He began fucking violently.

"Ohh, God, yes!" Madison wailed, twisting her ass, her knees crushing her covered tits. "Deep and hard! Ram Mother's cunt! Smash Mother's fucking cunt!"

"You're so hot, Mother!" he moaned. "So hot and wet!"

"Yes, baby! My cunt stays hot and wet! Fuck me, Conor!" She began to cry with ecstasy. "Oh, God, fuck me! I want that cock... deep in my pussy! I need your hard cock, Conor! Mother needs a hot fuck all the time! My cunt needs that juice, hot fuck-juice from your balls!"

Twisting her ass lewdly, she held her knees back, looking up between them at her son's face. His rapture was evident, and it made her feel so very good to give him this feeling, to fuck him, to have his cock inside her cunt. Her clit was bulging tightly, scraping the hard shaft of his stabbing prick. Her ass shivered, her asshole clenching. With her knees so far back, the cheeks of her ass opened, and the feel of her sons hot balls beating upon the pucker of her asshole increased the wanton sensations of her body.

"You're about to make me come!" she wailed. "Oh, Conor, your cock is going to make Mother's cunt come! Ahhh, fuck it and make me come, baby!"

"Me too, Mother!" Conor gasped, his hips pounding hard.

"Come, Conor!" Madison screamed. "Oh, baby, come with me! I'm about to come now! Oh my cunt my cunt is on fire!"

The convulsions gripped her, and her pussy grabbed wetly at his cock. The spasms squeezed, and Conor fucked deep, holding his cock into his mother's contracting cunt. He screwed up his face, and his cock boiled with discharge, sending burning spurts of come-juice into his mother's cunt for the second time that day.

When Conor pulled his cock from her pussy and stepped back, Madison made a soft whimper. Her clit had been so hot, and now that he had taken his cock out, she felt a cooling breeze over it. She held her knees against her tits for a while, coming down from the ecstasy of her orgasm. Conor stared at his mother's lewd exposure, seeding the hairy lips of her cunt, her wet, glistening pussy-slit, and her asshole, puckering and clenching. He shoved his hand outward, and lightly touched the tip of one finger against his mother's asshole.

"Ohhh, baby!" Madison gasped.

Conor pulled his finger back, and she lowered her legs, sitting on the seat facing him. His cock dangled, wet with the juice of her cunt.

"Why did you touch me there?" she asked softly.

"You said I could, Mother," he reminded her. "You said I could touch you whenever I wanted to."

"But there... on my asshole?"

"It's okay, isn't it?" he asked. "You said I could, Mother. You said I could touch you when I wanted to."

"But, there," she said. "Why that place?"

"I won't do it again," Conor said, shy, afraid he had done something wrong. "It's just that in my books, well, those old Greeks used to use their... you know, take a cock there, Mother."

Madison couldn't help it; she giggled. She pulled her son between her legs and hugged him. She lowered her hands to his ass, cupping his asscheeks through his pants. She tilted her face, and kissed the bottom of his chin.

"It's okay," she said. "I just wondered why you touched me there, that's all."

"Those Greeks."

"You want to fuck me there?" she said, holding him. "You want to fuck my ass, baby?"

Conor flushed slightly. "Those Greeks..."

"Fuck those Greeks," she said. "This is now. If you want to fuck my ass, I don't mind."

"When?" Conor asked, breathless with excitement.

"When we get home," she said softly. "Can you wait until then?"

"I hope so, Mother!" he said, pulling from her arms. "But we better hurry!"

Madison smiled as she watched him race around the car and climb in. She saw he had forgotten his cock was still out of his pants. She drew her feet back into the car and shut the door.

As she finished the drive home, she glanced at his cock often. Although her son was in a hurry to fuck her ass, she noticed his prick didn't swell up into hardness. But then, he had come off three times in less than two hours, and she felt that was quite an accomplishment in itself.

The rest of the drive home was fast. Madison drove faster than she normally did, but carefully.

She jerked the car to a stop in the driveway. Conor started to climb out, but she stopped him.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Conor?"

"What?"

"Your cock is out of your pants."

"Oh, that," he said, as if surprised to find his prick exposed. He started to stuff his cock into his pants, but Madison placed her hand on it.

"Not yet," she said softly. "You've been reading all this time about those Romans and Greeks, and you must know they were horny. You did say they took it up the ass, didn't you?"

"All the time, Mother."

"Didn't they ever do anything else?"

"I don't know," he replied. "Probably."

"Did they ever do this?" Madison dropped her head, sliding the flat surface of her tongue along her son's cock.

"Oh, Mother!" Conor gasped.

"Mmmmmm, nice," she purred, licking at his cock, tasting her cunt on it. "Very nice, baby."

"Mother, my cock was in your pussy!"

"I know," she mewled. "That makes it taste sweeter."

"Oh," Conor said, looking down at the back of his mother's head. "You like to do that, Mother?"

Madison lifted her head and looked up at him. "I don't know," she said. "I've never done it before."

"You haven't?"

"No, but I've sure thought about it," she admitted. "I've wondered what a cock would taste like, how it would feel in my mouth. You don't mind, do you?"

"Not me!" Conor gurgled. "It feels good."

"I'll put it in my mouth," she whispered, facing his cock again.

She gazed at it, licking her lips. She was almost afraid to take his cock in her mouth. Not afraid to have it there, but afraid of her passion, afraid she would like it too much.

"What are you waiting for, Mother?" Conor asked, breathless. "Are you gonna put it in your mouth?"

The scent of his cock assaulted her nose. He smelled like cunt and cock and fresh sweat. The scent did something to her. Her cunt began to ripple with wet heat. She pressed her lips to the head of his cock, and a shock of the most delicious pleasure seemed to flow through her body. She touched his piss-hole with the tip of her tongue, and a moan boiled out of her throat. Suddenly, she had her son's cock inside her mouth, her lips pressing at his open fly. His pants were moist there from fucking in the car, but that only seemed to excite her more. His cock was not hard, but it was very hot. She worded his cock with her tongue, flicking it around. Then she held it tightly with her lips, sucking upward until she had just his smooth cockhead in her mouth.

"Oooooh, Mother!" Conor moaned. "That feels so good!"

Madison purred and pulled his cock back into her mouth. The sensation of having his cock there, even though it was soft, sent a wild, crazy tremor of wanton desire racing from her feet to the top of her head. Pushing her lips hard at the fly of his pants, she felt his cock starting to throb, grow longer and thicker. She closed her eyes, savoring this first taste of a cock, her tongue lapping it. When his prick was half-hard in her mouth, she pulled up from it.

"God, it is good!" she whined. "Oh, Conor, your cock taste so good! I had no idea it would taste this good!"

"More, Mother!" Conor gasped, pushing at the back of her head.

Madison let her son slide his cock into her mouth again, and when he strained upward, pushing at her head at the same time, her cunt almost exploded with another orgasm. She couldn't believe the feeling that gave her. It was better than she had imagined in her wildest fantasia. The heat of it, the hardness, the thick length, stretched her lips sweetly. When she pushed as hard as she could against his fly, his swollen cockhead brushed at her throat.

Now his cock was very hard once more. His prick was like a iron rod between her lips, deep inside, almost penetrating her throat. When her son reined the pressure on her head, Madison suddenly rammed her face up and down, fucking her mouth with his cock. She raced her tight lips swiftly, bobbing and moaning with the rapture of the hot taste. She shot her hand up his thighs, clutching at his crotch through his pants, and began to suck vigorously, making soft wet sounds.

The only thing that stopped her was the sound of a lawn mower starting up the street.

She jerked her mouth off his cock, sitting up. "Oh, God!" she gasped, looking around, realizing where they were. "Come on, let's go in the house! I've got to suck that cock, Conor I've got to suck it good."

CHAPTER FOUR

Madison held her torn skirt together, fumbling for the key to the front door. But Conor wasn't with her.

The garage door had been left open, and he had run into the garage, his cock sticking out of his pants. The adjoining door from the kitchen to the garage was never locked, and he raced through it and into the house. By the time he got into the living room, Madison had come in and slammed the door. She dropped her purse on the floor, spilling the contents as she grabbed for her son. She pulled him against her body, smashing her mouth against his. Her hand held the back of his head, the other clutched his ass tightly. She drove her tongue almost into Conor's throat, her feverish hunger pounding through her veins.

"Oh. God, baby!" she gasped when she pulled her mouth from his cock. "I want to suck you! I want to suck your cock, Conor!"

Conor pulled from his mother's arms, and quickly opened his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He almost ripped his t-shirt off in his haste. He sat down on the floor, yanking his pants off his fret and then his sneakers. He sat naked, his cock standing up from his crotch, watching his mother, waiting eagerly.

"Take your clothes off, too," he said.

"Not yet," she moaned. "I can't wait!"

She dropped to her knees at his side, her torn skirt falling away. She leaned over his cock, and with an animal growl, gobbled her sons cock deeply into her mouth again. She braced herself with shaking arms, and began to bob her head up and down, sucking vigorously at his prick. She twisted her lips round and round, sucking as fast and hungrily as she could. Her dark hair swirled with movement, her eyes opening and closing. She devoured her son's cock like a starving woman.

Conor gazed at her, seeing her lips stretching, sliding on his prick. His balls swelled, and he began to thrust his hips up and down, unable to be still. His mother took the full length of his cock into her mouth, her lips smashing at his prick base, then sucked up until she almost lost it. But Madison wasn't about to lose it. Her tongue swirled about the head of his cock, licking away his seeping fuck-juices from his small piss-hole, the taste inflaming her passions. Her ass, jutting in the air, twisted, her thigh and hip flashing, her pink panties showing.

"Ooooh, Mother, suck me!" Conor urged. "Suck it good, Mother!"

Madison jerked her mouth off his cock, grasped it tightly in her fist, and jacked it swiftly, her eyes close to his cockhead.

"Ohhh, I'll suck it, Conor!" she cried. "Mother will suck your cock good! It feels so good in my mouth, so hot and hard! Mmmmm, I want it in my mouth!"

She dived onto his cock again, sucking with wet sounds, greedily, her ass shaking. Conor shoved his hand beneath her, and cupped one of his mother's tits through her blouse. But that wasn't good enough for Madison. She tore at her blouse, ripping the buttons away, until her tits were exposed. All the time, she darted her mouth up and down his cock, sucking hotly. She loved the hot throbbing of his cock against her lips, the friction that burned them. She moaned when his swollen prickhead almost entered her throat, and she smashed her lips hard at the base, trying to take his cock down her throat. But it wouldn't go; Conor's cock wasn't long enough for her to swallow.

Conor writhed on the floor, staring in fascination at the way his mother sucked his cock. He squeezed her tit, pulled and twisted her hard nipple, and watched her uplifted ass twist. He jerked his hand from her tit and shoved it up her thigh, sliding his hand into her tight panties and clutching a cheek of her ass. His fingers moved into her asscrack, and he felt her puckered asshole.

Madison murmured, sucking harder yet, twisting her ass toward him, making it easier fo