Chapter 3: Til Death Us Do Part

Quietly slipping into the house, she stopped. She could hear the faint sounds of David's television floating down from upstairs. Her heart was beating a thousand beats a minute. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she forced herself to climb the stairs. The stairs seemed as tall as Mount Everest and every step, a bog of quicksand. Struggling upward, she could only wonder where it would all end. Finally, hours later (it seemed to her), she made it to the landing. Her heart, hammering so hard it could explode at second couldn't continue to beat so fast without failing.

Then, she was standing outside his room.

She could now easily hear the sounds of basketball game coming from his room. Hoping she wouldn't faint, she put on a happy face and stuck her head around the door.

"Anyone home?" She chirped at him, trying to keep her voice from breaking and giving her away.

She couldn't let him know how truly out of control she was.

"Oh, hi mother," David grinned at her from his bed where he sat watching the game.

"I bought you a present," she said, tossing the package down on the end of his bed. "I hope that you like them."

"Oh," he gulped, turning bright red and stuttering, "I, uh, I'm sure that I will. I, uh, I like everything you pick out for me."

"Well," she blushed back at him, "try them on. I'll be back in a while to see how they fit."

"Sure, sure, Mom, I'll do that."

Spinning quickly on her heel, she turned and fled down the hallway, leaving him nonplused at the brevity of their encounter...

That was it? He had expected so much more. Like bombs bursting and rockets going off. The world shaking under his feet. Not this. Not just a nervous, hurried 'get dressed and I'll be back.' He felt cheated. He had wanted it to be so much more. He wanted it to be monumental Glumly, he untied the ribbon encircling the box. Then he slowly peeled back the wrapping paper. Purposefully, almost apprehensively, he opened the box.

Folding the white tissue paper back, he saw that she had bought him hose and panties. No garter belt this time. How would he keep the hose up without a garter belt, he wondered as he lifted them from the box. Examining them, he saw that the band of flowery lace at the top of the hose had some type of strong elastic in it so that it would cling to his thigh all by itself.

Standing up, he shucked his sweat pants down and dropped them on his bed.

Sitting down, he hurriedly pulled one sheer, black hose up one leg, smoothing and straightening it as he did. To test it, he stood up. Sure enough, the floral mesh at the top of the hose tenaciously gripped his thigh, keeping the whole length of the hose tightly clinging to his leg.

Finally, he reached down and lifted the panties out of the box. There wasn't much to them, he thought as he held them up. The waist band was just a circle of black elastic trimmed with lacy flowers and little satin ribbons. Extending down from the waist band there were two wispy little strips of black lace no more than inch wide.

Bending over, he lifted one foot and slipped it into the ring of panties and then the other foot. Slowly, expectantly, he pulled the panties up over the silky smoothness of black nylons. Easing the band of frilly elastic up over his hips, he let go of it and felt it settle around his waist. Then, reaching down, he gently spread the wispy lace border and let his heavy cock flop down through the opening.

Anxious to see what he looked like, he walked over to the mirror. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he smiled bashfully. Not bad, he thought to himself. Facing the mirror, he saw his impressive prick bracketed by the identical strips of black lace, hiding most of his curly, blond pubic hair.

The lace ribbons continued on down swerving around his big, dangling balls and disappearing as it curved up behind then. Quickly turning around and looking over his shoulder, he saw the lacy bands curving up and outward, dissecting both globes of his ass and leaving the crack of his ass exposed.

Then he turned around and took his flaccid penis in his hand.

A nice effect, he thought. His mother sure knew how to dress a man, he laughed to himself.

"I like it," he heard his mother say from the doorway.

She was back. Now what? He was paralyzed. The thing he had wanted in the worst way was happening and he couldn't even move.

"Well, turn around and let Mommy see," she said in a deep, husky voice...

She had stood in the doorway for several moments watching David turn and admire himself in the mirror. He was beautiful, dressed in the sexy, feminine lingerie she had bought him.

A week ago, she would never have imagined this would be happening. How could she have let the degenerate situation deteriorate to such a lurid conclusion, she would never really understand, but it had happened. Somehow, some way, through some sick, twisted quirk of fate or defect in her genetic makeup, she had fallen in love with the boyman standing in front of her. No, she thought, she hadn't fallen in love with him; she had always loved him. But now, that love had become deranged. Mutated in some despicable manner, she would never understand. She now loved him as a lover. The lover she hoped could satisfy the strange, deviant desires that had been bottled up inside of her for so very long. Held inside until they finally exploded, destroying her marriage and driving her to seduce her own son to satisfy them. Those repressed cravings had come close to destroying her. Now she knew they must have damaged her psyche, but to what extent she was unsure. Hopefully, she and David could work to heal the deep, aching scars of repression that Donald had caused her to inflict upon herself.

Then she found herself smiling, It was strange, but after Donald's strict, one dimensional approach to sex, David's kinkiness was like a breath of fresh air...

Letting go of his penis, he found he could finally move and slowly turned to face his mother.

His heart leapt to his throat when he saw her. She was exquisite. His knees threatened to buckle. His mouth quickly filled with cotton.

He couldn't speak. He could only let his eyes drink in her incomparable beauty...

She stood in the doorway leaning against the doorframe watching him with a suggestive smile playing over her full, pouting lips.

He was stunned by the beauty of her exotic, heart shaped face.

In the whole of his eighteen years, he had never seen her look so beautiful, so alluring, so desirable, so radiant.

Had she paid special attention to her makeup or was it just his heightened sense of appreciation of her as a woman, he wondered as he drank in her beauty in deep, mind-searing eyefuls Her long, blond hair cascaded down around her exotic, heart shaped face and over her shoulders like a golden waterfall, glinting richly in the subdued light streaming through the window. Her electric blue eyes, surrounded by a subdued hint of soft, carmine eyeshadow, sparkled so brightly he was almost blinded by their radiance. Her delicate, arching eyebrows and long, thick eyelashes were perfect in shape and proportion. The soft rosy glow of her cheeks spread out over her face's sweetness giving its rich, golden honey color just the hint of a bashful blush. And her lips. Oh, her lips. They were to die for. Soft, full, rose petals, glistening erotically in the light. If there was a blemish or wrinkle on her face, he was blinded to its presence.

Then his eyes traveled down her delicately slender neck to her sloping shoulders. The golden softness of her baby fine hair ended just as it kissed the golden tan skin of her shoulders. The smooth downward slope of her shoulders was momentarily interrupted by the delicate strap of the cupless red basque she wore.

Then he felt his heart lurch again as he let his eyes feast on the beauty of her bare breasts. The brief, hurried glimpse he had gotten the night of the party in no way prepared him for the magnificent display of soft, quivering flesh that now greeted his eyes. He wanted to dive down between the mountainous peaks of luscious, smooth flesh and never come up. He wanted to bury himself down in her deep, wondrous cleavage and hide from the world, never to come ever again. The swollen, rounded cones of soft pink flesh were so heavy, they drooped down against the lace and underwire, but their heaviness only made them more beautiful in his eyes. Their perfection was enhanced by the rosy, protuberance of her swollen, bulging aerolas and the bloated, rubbery nipples jutting out of their centers. He wanted to take them in his mouth and suck on their springy hardness forever. He wished he could relive his infantile fantasies and drink from the wonderful fountains once again.

Finally dropping his eyes down from her exquisite breasts, he explored the satiny, red basque she wore. The side panels of glistening red satin ran from just below her breasts down to just below her waist, stopping at the top of her hips, leaving then enticingly bare. The center panel of sheer mesh and floral decorations began with a tiny, red satin bow just below and between her wondrous, round breasts and ended in a curving arch just below her sexy belly button. The two arches formed by the bottom of the side and center panels became two long frilly thongs that extended down and held up her hose. Bright, fire engine red hose.

He felt his heart flutter with erotic expectation as his eyes searched the triangle of curly, blond hairs covering her soft underbelly. Searching for the gate to his heaven. The gate to her sanctity. The inviolate core of motherdom. It was there, but hidden from his probing eyes by the thickness of pubescent covering of fine curls of gold.

Then his eyes swooped down following the exhilarating swoops and swells of her long, statuesque legs all the way down to her brilliant, red stiletto heels. Beautiful, long, curvaceous legs. Legs so long, you could ski down their soft smoothness.

Even her arms were covered in soft, sheer redness. The floral etched glovelets she wore started at her elbows and ended in a tiny loop wrapped around her long, red tipped middle finger.

At last, dazed by the sheer beauty of her body, he looked back into his mother's eyes.

"You like?" She smiled seductively.

"I can't believe it," he mumbled.

"Believe what?" She laughed softly.

"That I lived in the house with Aphrodite," he said reverently, "and I never realized it."

"Oh, you are a silly boy," she smiled, "but, such flattery will get you everywhere with me."

"No flattery," he grinned, gaining confidence, "just the truth."

"Well, thank you," she smiled.

"You're welcome."

Then he dropped his eyes down to the pair of black, stiletto heeled high heels she was holding in her hand...

He had a puzzled look on his face as she pushed away from the doorframe.

"These?" She asked, anticipating his question. "They're yours."

"Huh," he grunted.

"Yeah," she laughed, pitching them on the floor in front of him, "bought them for you today and you should have seen the look I got from the clerk.

Told me there was no way they would fit me."

"Your room is a mess," she complained, "Put your heels on and come to my room."

Then she disappeared down the hallway...

"Uh, okay, uh, Mom," he mumbled, smarting from the unexpected criticism.

Bending down he picked up the high heels and walked over to his bed. This ought to be different, he said to himself as he sat down. Crossing one leg over on top of the other one, he slid the shoe onto his foot. It fit surprisingly well with only a slight tightness across the toes. Knowing his mother was waiting for him, he hurriedly slipped on the other heel.

Holding onto the headboard of his bed, he carefully stood up.

"Wow," he grunted as he teetered atop the tall, five inch heels.

Glancing over at the mirror, he uttered another "Wow" when he saw the arch of his legs caused by the heels.

Clumsily, he clumped across the room to the door. Stepping out into the hall, he tottered, almost fell, caught himself and started toward his mother's room, holding onto the wall for support.

Finally, he made it to her room. Holding onto the doorframe, he looked in.

His mother was sitting lotus position in her bed watching him.

"You made it," she laughed as she watched him reel across the room toward her.

"I don't know how you women do it," he muttered finally staggering up to the bed.

"Practice, my dear, practice," she chirped.

"Uh, Mom," he grunted, "Uh, my legs are cramping. Can I take my shoes off?"

"Okay," she said seriously, "but you have to promise to wear them a little every day until you get use to wearing them, okay?"

"Uh, I, uh, sure, Mom, uh, whatever you say."

"Now you see what we women go through just to please you men."

"Uh, yeah. I am impressed."

"Good," she smiled as he toed the heels off.

"Finally," she sighed, reaching over and gently fingering his heavy cock.

"Oh, Mother," he groaned, reaching for her.

"Wait, wait," she told him, pushing him away with her hands.

"What?" he complained rocking back away from her.

"I know that you think that I am being cold and callous about this," she began, "but up to now, we haven't done anything that could get us put in jail."

He sat looking at her with a pained expression, wondering where she was going with the tirade.

"I just want you to know the ground rules," she explained, seeing the frustration in his face, "and, THIS IS IMPORTANT. If you don't think you can play by my, repeat, my rules, tell me now and we'll stop this before either of us is drawn any deeper into the grave we might be digging for ourselves. Okay?"

"God, Mother," he complained, "Why all the melodrama?"

"This is serious," she told him. "It might be the most serious decision you make in your whole life."

"Huh."

"Yes, because if you change your mind later," she said, her face glacially cold, "it could be devastating. We could even end up in jail. Do you understand?"

"Uh, uh, I, uh, guess so," he stuttered, shocked by her solemnity.

"No guessing," she warned, "I won't tolerate it. I have to know. Yes or No!"

"Okay, Yes," he blurted, "Yes. I agree!"

"Fine," she said, her facade softening noticeably.

"Actually, the rules are relatively simple," she smiled, reaching back to his softened penis.

"There is nothing that is forbidden," she said, "unless it is painful, and, this is important. Painful and unacceptable to the other person. Let me say that again. Unless it is painful and unacceptable to the other person. Got that?"

"UH."

"Do you understand?"

"Uh, I think so," he said hesitantly.

"Well, let me explain it another way." She went on, gently toying with his cock as she spoke. "Say I want to do something to you that might cause you some pain, like, oh, say, spanking you. Since you are the recipient of the pain, you have the option of saying yes or no."

"Oh," he smiled, "And if I wanted to do something to you that might hurt you, I can ask you and you will tell me yes or no?"

"Hey," she chirped, "I knew I didn't raise any dummy. You have it."

"So," he grinned lecherously, "Anything goes as long as we both agree to it."

"God," she laughed out loud, " a genius."

"That's the rules?" He asked. "That's it?"

"You got it," she said, diddling with his growing hardness.

"I've died and gone to heaven," he went on, "I promise to abide by your rules totally and faithfully, Til Death Us Do Part."

"Well, then, are you ready," she smiled seductively, slowly leaning back until she was lying on her back, "to fuck your mother with that big, hard cock of yours."

"Yes, Ma'am," he gasped, scrambling up to his hands and knees.

"God, I've waited so long for this," she groaned, as he clambered up between her outstretched legs.

Grabbing his bouncing prick, she roughly jerked on it, pulling it down toward the tormented emptiness between her legs as the burning O wetly opened for him...

That one final plunge into depravity was before them. Staring into each other's eyes, they paused for just a moment...

Then, with a choking growl, he lowered his hips and felt his throbbing hardness easily slide down into the hot, velvet lined sheath of her vagina...

"Oh, God in Heaven," she groaned, thrusting herself up at her son, hungrily pulling him down into the burning vacuum between her legs...

"Fuuuucccckkkkk," he grunted, shoving himself into her all the way up to the hairy hilt of his big cock.

The frustration of her long abstinence was over.

As her son's big dick sliced into the barren wasteland of her cunt, the full force of what they were doing tore into her brain.

The delicious feeling of total depravity washed over and her body convulsed with pleasure as an orgasm burst over her. Like an atomic bomb going off inside her head, it consumed her in its unholy fire.

Her body began to shake and quiver uncontrollably while her ravenous cunt swallowed her son's invading prick...

Like some venomous demon set on devouring his invading maleness, her femininity locked down around his penis, imprisoning it inside the hot, clutching depths of her vagina.

Blathering like a fool, she groveled in the ecstasy of the moment, letting the waves of gratification finally wash over her. The pleasure, so long in coming now infiltrated every fiber of her body.

Then she felt David begin to shake and shudder, too. Another bolt of ecstasy ripped into her brain as she felt a river of molten cum begin to spew from his lurching, bucking cock. There was so much of it, it filled her pulsating cunt to overflowing within seconds...

Blubbering like a baby, David felt his life's essence gushing out into his mother, filling her with his own fullness. Refilling the void he had once filled with his body. Now he was filling it with his cock. Filling it with the same seed-rich sap from which he had come forth.

The irony of that filled his brain. Filled it with such pleasure, so intense and exhilarating, it threatened to short out his whole nervous system.

His body, mindlessly reacting to this stimulus jerked about like a headless ogre as it spewed out itself into her...

The thick, hot potency of her son invaded her body and soul. His thick, viscid cum filled her vagina with its hot, sticky sweetness even as her mind was filled with the knowledge of their wickedness.

She was making love to her son! And he was making love to her!

How had she fallen to such depths of depravity? Or had she risen to a new height of erotic pleasure?. It is was impossible to differentiate between the two at this very moment. She was incapable of distinguishing between right and wrong. All that mattered was self-gratification. She knew that which ever it was, it was the lowest of low and the highest of highs.

What other person could she hope to share such an intimate and profound moment with, she thought as the last flickers of her orgasm winked out.

The deep, throbbing itch inside her vagina was now a gnawing ache, but as she felt her son's penis stop exploding inside her cunt, she still felt an overpowering need deep, deep inside her.

Flexing her cunt muscles down around her son's slowly deflating impotence, she slowly tried to milk him back to hardness. Languidly, they kissed.

Softly, lovingly, they feasting on each other's lips like lovers meeting after a long divorce.

Working the muscles in her cunt harder and harder, she squeezed him with the velvet covered sheath of her wet pussy. At last she felt him slowly begin to work his hips back and forth again.

Slowly, leisurely, she lifted her long, willowy legs into the air, rotating her pelvis up at him as she did. This opened her pussy up to him even more...

As David began to fuck his mother again, he could feel the smooth slipperiness of her hose sliding over his skin. Unused to the slickness of his own hose, he felt his knees sliding back down the bed as his hips rocked back and forth.

Digging his toes into the bed, he tried to stop his backward slide, but he just kept sliding down the bed. Then, just as he was about to slip out of her, he slipped his hands under her shoulders and grabbed hold of her from underneath.

Now he could hold onto her and pull her down against him, letting him impale her even deeper with his probing cock...

As he jerked her down on his pounding cock, she reached up and grabbed hold of the back of his panties. Roughly pulling on his panties, she urged him to fuck her harder. He had found the spot of her desire with the hard roundness of his big cockhead. The spot that itched and itched. Now, she could only hope that he could rub the itch away. The big, hard knob of her son's cockhead scraped over the itchy spot sending sparks of delight arcing though her brain.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, Yessssssssssss, Babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy," she sighed, gently milking his pistoning prick with her pussy as he stroked it into her, deep and hard...

Pulling his mother back down on his pounding cock, he lovingly fucked her with deep stabbing thrusts. The soft, gentle caress of her clutching cunt on his cock felt wonderful. If indeed there was a heaven, he thought, this is what it would be like...

Time melted away into a fog of ethereal pleasure and delight for both of them as they fucked the afternoon away...

At last, David could feel another cataclysmic eruption gathering inside his testicles as he repeatedly pounded his cock into his mother's overheated femininity...

She was drowning in the ecstasy and every fiber of her body was aquiver with sensual delight...

The squishing slap of David's big hairy balls slapping against the upturned softness of her ass. The slippery squish of his big cock sliding in and out of her gulping pussy. The slippery smoothness of his hose sliding over her hose. The touch of lace and frills rubbing against the smoothness of her stomach. The exciting thrill of her swollen, sensitive nipples rubbing against the hot hardness of his chest. The softness of his lips crushing down on hers. The soft stubble of his cheeks scraping against her own soft skin.

All these sensual delights swam over her as her mind was awash with the imagery of their bodies touching, joining, becoming one, again and again.

Then a warming rush of pleasure enveloped her brain as another orgasmic quake swelled up from her spasming pussy.

"Oh, God," was all she could say as the orgasm's unholy heat filled her soul.

How could incest be wrong, she asked herself as her body quivered and shook with ecstasy.

But even as she was possessed by the wicked delight of her second orgasm, there was no let up in her son's pistoning hips...

David had never felt such pleasure. From the tight, clenching softness of his mother's womanhood to the touching of the soft smoothness of her skin through the sheer thinness of their hose, he was being immersed in physical pleasure...

Then suddenly, deep inside his flopping balls, another gusher of cum shot forth.

"Jeeeeezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz," he groaned, shoving himself into her deep as he could.

This time, his cock emptied its lethal load into her clutching cunt in a few quick bursts. It seemed to be over as quickly as it had started as he slowly rolled off her, easing his quickly retreating cock out of her drenched cunt.

"Oh, Mommy didn't want Baby to stop," she grumbled.

"Baby's tired, Mommy," he panted, watching her big, soft breasts jiggle deliciously as she slowly sat up.

"Well, Mommy still wants some more," she grinned down at him lecherously.

"So I guess Mommy will just have to make it hard again."

With a wicked smile on her lips, she bent down over his limp dick and slowly, loudly sucked it into her mouth. After a couple of quick little sucks, she let it slurp out of her mouth and she busily went about licking it, lapping up all of his cum and her juices...

David lay back, reveling in the feel of her soft, velvety tongue caressing the sensitive skin of his cock. How had this happened, he wondered. Never in his wildest dreams would he have ever thought...

Then he felt his mother's lips kiss their way down off his spit covered cock to his big, hairy balls. He could feel the heat of her mouth slowly enveloping one ball, and then the other, coating them both with her hot saliva. Gently, she sucked and pulled on them as she slowly stroked his manhood with her soft, warm hand. Surely there was a level higher than heaven and he had just ascended to it.

Slowly, he felt her let his balls slither out of her mouth. Gently, she lifted his dangling balls and a shiver of perverse delight coursed through his body as he felt his mother's soft, probing tongue find his ass hole...

"Oh, do you like that?" she murmured as she felt his cock lurch as her tongue flicked over the wrinkled prune of his asshole...

"Uh-huh," he mumbled as he felt her tongue circle his asshole, tickling the sensitive skin around it.

"So do I," she whispered, probing his anus with her tongue and feeling his prick respond by growing even harder.

Within moments, he was hard as a rock again.

"Would you like to kiss Mommy there, too?"

"Uh-huh," he grinned, watching her scoot back.

Slowly, she got to her hands and knees...

David watched on with delight as she slowly turned around and faced away from him. Her big, dangling tits were dancing a delightful dance as she bent down and laid her head on the bed. David, felt his prick lurch as his eyes found the tight, puckered prune of her asshole peeking out at him.

"After you kiss it a little bit," she paused as he struggled to his hands and knees behind her, "how would you like to put your cock in it?"

"God, yes," he blathered, leaning down and peppering the soft smoothness of her ass with tiny butterfly kisses...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, So Nice," she sighed as she felt him gingerly spread the cheeks of her ass apart...

Tentatively, he pulled her cheeks apart and gently ran his tongue over the furrowed circle of darkened flesh. He could feel his mother shiver as he began to probe and explore her anus with his tongue...

Reveling in the feel of his hot probing tongue on her asshole, she looked down between her legs and saw that his cock was as stiff as a board. He most certainly was enjoying it, too, she smiled to herself. Good. He was rising to the bait like a trout rising to a fly. She could hardly wait...

After a few moments, she wiggled her ass, breaking his reverie.

"I put some jelly in your medicine cabinet," she told him, "would you mind getting it?"

"Uh, yeah, uh, sure," he grunted, jumping off the bed and rushing into the bathroom.

"You mean this tube of KY jelly?" he asked from the bathroom.

"That's it."

Hurrying back to the bed, he crawled up behind her again...

God, she had a beautiful ass, he thought as he stared down at the globes of soft smooth perfection framed by the red thongs of her basque. Slowly, he unscrewed the cap of the tube. Gently, reverently, he spread the lacy strap of the thong apart and carefully squeezed out a long worm of the clear ointment onto his finger.

Laying down the tube of ointment, he slowly spread the cheeks of her ass apart. Gently, adoringly, he began to spread the goo around her winking asshole...

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she winced, "that stuff is cold."

"Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized, "I didn't know what to do."

"Never mind," she laughed, "I should have thought ahead. Next time we'll know."

"Uh, yeah," he grinned, catching the hint of future such sex.

Lovingly, he spread the slick salve all over her wrinkled opening until it shimmered in the afternoon light.

"Don't forget your penis," she reminded him as he started to put the cap on the tube.

"Uh, Oh, yeah," he mumbled.

Quickly squeezing out another long bead of ointment into his hand, he grabbed his cock and soon had it coated with the glistening salve.

Wiping his hands on a towel he had bought with him, he capped the tube and tossed it down on the bed.

"Just be gentle," she told him as she watched him inch up behind her upturned ass.

"Yes, I will," he murmured...

Holding his cock with one hand, David eased up behind her. Deliberately, he positioned the swollen head of his cock on the glistening pucker of her anus.

"I've never done this before, mother," he blushed.

"Don't worry," she told him, "Just push it in nice and easy."

Tentatively, he began to lean into her, pressing his cockhead against the resisting tightness of her ass hole. Ever so slowly, millimeter by millimeter, he felt the head of his cock begin to force its way into the tightly drawn ring of muscles. Then he felt his mother pushing back against him as the head of his cock began to dig deeper into her defiant anus. Even though he was only a fraction of the way inside her, he could feel the heat of her bowels on his cockhead.