Chapter 4

Even though Donny had already been aroused by seeing and touching his mother in her bath, his excitement rose several degrees higher from what he saw and smelled as he entered her bedroom. All the lights had been turned off and sitting on the dresser and the nightstand were several brightly flaming candles. Also on the dresser was an incense burner, with tendrils of exotically perfumed smoke rising from it. The sheer sensuality of the room would have been arousing by itself, but what Donny saw in the center of the pool of candlelight made him catch his breath. His mother had turned down the bedspread, leaving only a sheet, and she lay in the middle of it, on her stomach, totally nude, except for a wispy bra and a G-string.

"How's this for a massage parlor?" she asked.

"This is wonderful. It's absolutely beautiful." Donny walked over and stood by the bed, gazing down lovingly at his beautiful mother. "And you're the most beautiful thing in the room," he said softly.

"Thank you, kind sir."

Donny sat down on the bed next to her and rubbed his hand softly across the fabric of the G-string. "A G-string is about the sexiest thing a woman can wear. I love it."

She smiled and said, "Somehow or other I knew you would like my G-string."

"You found it, huh?" Donny asked.

"Yes, and it was still wet when I discovered it. I was so flattered by the gift you left in it that I wore it that way all day long."

The thought of her having that come-soaked G-string covering her pussy aroused Donny to even greater heights, and his cock jerked and throbbed in response. He was now practically panting from arousal and aching to reach out and caress that beautiful body that lay exposed to his eyes. Barely able to get the words out, Donny said, "You ready for that rub-down now?"

"I mean. There's a bottle of lotion on the dresser, why don't you use it?"

Donny got the bottle and opened its spout, pouring a generous portion of lotion into his palm. He sat the bottle on the nightstand and lowered his hands to her shoulders. The lotion was creamy and smooth and added immeasurably to the sensuality of his touching her skin. He rubbed the lotion into her shoulders and across her back and then started massaging, slowly and deeply kneading her shoulders and neck. He could feel the tension go out of her muscles as he worked his fingertips into the tightness across her neck and back. She sighed and murmured, "That feels so nice. Oh, Baby, you do that so well."

Donny moved his attention to her back and massaged the area between her shoulders and waist. Every time he stroked up and down, though, her bra strap got in the way. "Undo the clasp and take it off. That way it won't be in the way," his mother said softly.

With the bra out of the way, Donny completed massaging the back area and then moved down lower, to the tight, little buttocks he had fallen in love with. Taking the lotion bottle, Donny squirted some out on each cheek, and then into the cleft that divided them. Using both palms, he then kneaded and massaged those firm globes, squeezing and making love to them with his hands. As he did so, he extended several fingers into the deep furrow that went down the middle of her ass. The skin in this area was almost unbelievably soft and warm. Using just his fingertips, he stroked the inner portion of her cleft, moving from its beginning at the base of her spine down into the depths hidden between her thighs. As he did, he could feel the beginning of her G-string. It barely covered her most private parts, concealing but revealing at the same time.

Moving his fingertips under the edge of the G-string, Donny found wetness--wetness far more creamy and smooth than the lotion he had been using. Exploring further, he found another furrow, one that was wide and gaping and slick with juices. Donny knew what it was, and his hands trembled from the knowledge. He knew that last he had his hands on his mother's pussy and that his most erotic of dreams were now coming true. His mother buttocks quivered a little as his fingers delved into those most secret parts of her body and her hips moved up and down just slightly. Donny detected a soft sigh escaping from her lips.

Reluctantly leaving that part of his mother's body, Donny filled his palms with lotion and rubbed her feet and calves, kneading and massaging just as he had done her shoulders. He slowly worked his hands up her legs until they reached her upper thighs. As they did, she spread her legs apart, giving him more access to their inner portions. As his hands approached the juncture point of her legs and buttocks, Donny could detect a musky odor arising from between his mothers thighs. He knew that odor from Sue, from when she had been so aroused. He knew then how right his mother had been when she said sex had a distinctive odor. It was an odor that Donny loved, though. From it, he knew that his mother was sexually aroused. As aroused, perhaps, as he was.

Once again, Donny fingers found his mother's G-string. It was now soaking wet, though. He had not applied lotion to it, so Donny knew that it was sexual secretions coming from between his mother's legs that had sopped it. His fingers stroked across the fabric and detected the furrow that was just under its surface, the furrow that he wanted to see and explore to its fullest. He believed that she shared that desire because her hips were moving in little circles as his fingers stroked the area between her thighs.

His mother murmured, "Umm, that's so good, Donny. Now, how about the front?"

"Oh, God, yes, the front!" Donny almost shouted to himself. He had been waiting to massage her front--her front with its creamy breasts and, down lower, her now-sopping-wet pussy. His mother turned over slowly, exposing the almost nude front to him. As she did, her loosened bra fell away, leaving her breasts entirely bare, standing upright and firm.

Her breasts weren't the only things bare. As his mother shifted sides, Donny had moved, too. As he did so, his cock, long confined within the fabric of his pajamas, worked its way out his fly and extended in front of him. As she turned, his mother saw his rigid, throbbing cock, and her hand made a tentative move for it, but then pulled back. Donny was almost relieved by her action. He was afraid that all she had to do was touch him and he would erupt in orgasm. Seeing and touching his mother's body had brought him to the very limits of his young sensuality, and it would take very little more to bring him surging upwards to the explosion stage.

Her touch would have ignited his fuse and taken him beyond any control he might have been able to summon.

Donny dribbled lotion on each of her breasts, aiming the spout so that the lotion fell on her nipples and flowed down the sides of her breasts. Setting the bottle aside, Donny took the lotion and spread it in circles, covering all her breasts and nipples. He rubbed and massaged the little nubbins of her nipples and they seemed to increase in size. Soon, they were rigid and hard, extending a quarter of an inch from the circles of her areolas. Taking a breast in each hand, he kneaded and squeezed them, using a gentle, slow stroking motion. Donny could tell his mother liked it because she arched her back off the bed, pushing her breasts into his hands. As she did, she muttered, "Oh, yes. Ohhh, yessss. That's the way. That's just right."

As much as Donny liked fondling his mother's breasts, he even more wanted to fondle the area down below, to touch and explore her wet pussy. Ever since he had seen her furrow and the whole of her pussy the night he rubbed her feet, Donny had longed to put his hands on that flesh, to delve his fingers into her womanness.

Donny spread lotion on his mother's smooth belly and rubbed it in circles, working lower and lower with each stroke. Soon his hands reached and were frustrated by the G-string that covered her pussy. Donny had loved it when he first saw it, but now it was in the way, preventing him from examining and exploring the depths of his mother's sex. He remembered that she had told him to remove her bra so he didn't wait for an invitation about her G-string. He saw it was held in place by ties on each of her hips, so he undid the ties and loosened the fabric. As he did so, his mother murmured, "Yes, Baby, take it off."

Emboldened by her encouragement, Donny lifted the G-string and laid it back so that her pussy was completely exposed. As he did so, the odor of her arousal wafted up and acted as an aphrodisiac, inflaming Donny's lust to even higher levels. As her pussy came before his eyes, Donny once again pictured Uncle Ned pounding his cock into it, those many years ago. Then he remembered how the picture had changed in his mind so that it was he, not Uncle Ned, who was on top of his mother, and it was his cock, not Uncle Ned's, thrusting in and out of the wet flesh that was now revealed to his hungry, lusting eyes. Donny's cock throbbed in reaction. "Oh, God!" Donny thought, "What I wouldn't give to bury my cock in here."

Almost without volition, Donny's hands reached out and touched the flesh of his mother's vagina. He lightly stroked the soft, fine fur that grew so abundantly just above the pouting lips, touching with just the softest of touches. Then they came to the cleft that separated those pouting lips, and he delved a finger into it, seeking to touch the innermost parts of his mother's body. Donny could hardly believe how hot and moist the cleft was. It was slick with her feminine lubrication and the wet, labial lips clung to his finger as it penetrated deeper and deeper.

Soon his finger came to the swollen node that he knew to be her clitoris. He ran his fingertip in circles, lightly caressing that little nubbin. He could hear his mother gasp, a deeply drawn intake of air, as he fondled the very center of her pleasure zone. Her hips jerked upward in response, and her gasp turned into a moan. Her hips worked in small circles as she ground herself against his hand, and her moan became even louder. She had her head thrown back and her eyes were tightly closed as she experienced the pleasure of Donny's hands exploring, caressing, probing, and making love to the wet flesh of her woman's sex.

But Donny wanted to delve even deeper, delve into depths of her belly. His finger probed until it found what it was seeking--the entrance to her cavern. He worked his finger into it, probing deeper and deeper. He joined that finger with another, and soon he had two fingers pushing into and out of her sheath. It was hot and so slick from her juices that he soon was working his fingers as fast as they could go.

By this time, his mother was moaning and thrusting her hips up against his hand, matching each of the inward strokes of his fingers with an upward thrust of her hips. She spread her legs even further apart and lifted them so they were bent at the knees. "Oh, Donny, Donny," she moaned. Then she surprised him by stopping her hips movements. She opened her eyes and lifted her head saying, "Oh, Donny, stop please."

Donny's mother sat up and reached for the top of his pajamas and undid the drawstring. After it was loose, she said, "Oh, God, Donny, I need you. I need you so bad." She pulled him so that he was between her legs and then reached down and pushed his pajamas down. As she did, his cock sprung out, rigid and wet from his abundant flow of pre-come. She wrapped her hand around it and fondled it. "This is what I need. I need this inside me." She pulled him toward her, guiding his cock so that it's head buried itself in her vagina. "Oh, Donny, make love to me. Please make love to me."

With one long stroke, Donny drove his cock into his mother's hot, wet channel. He was amazed at how good it felt to have a woman's hot pussy grasp his cock without a rubber in the way. He thought that making love to Aunt Sue was great, but it was nothing compared to what he was now feeling. The sensations of moisture and heat could be felt to their fullest, and he revelled in those sensations. As his pubic mound crushed against hers, he cried out, "Oh, God, Mom! Oh, God, it's so good, s-o g-o-o-d."

Donny's mother pulled his face down to hers and lightly kissed him on the lips. Then she whispered, "Donny, forget I'm your mother. Just pretend I'm another woman and make love to me. Love me hard. It's been so long since I've been loved." She emphasized her desires by thrusting her hips up to Donny and grinding her pubis against his.

Needing no other encouragement, he pulled his cock all the way out and shoved it in as hard as it could go. The friction of the tight ring around the entrance of her pussy was so pleasurable that he almost came immediately. Donny wanted his mother to receive the pleasure she craved, so using all his will power, he fought off orgasm and continued to thrust in and out with long, hard strokes. As he did so, he recalled his fantasy of pounding his cock in and out of her pussy and exulted in the realization that his fantasy was now reality. She had asked him to forget that she was his mother, but he didn't want to. Knowing that it was his beautiful mother he was making love to only made the experience that much more pleasurable. Donny had seen her body as made for loving, and he was now doing his utmost to pay love-homage to that body.

Donny's mother humped her hips up to his, matching each of his strokes with her own. Her buttocks were almost completely off the bed, her back arched upwards, as she pushed her pussy up to be filled by Donny's hard-driving cock. With each of her thrusts, she muttered an "Uh!," half-moan and half-grunt. Soon that was not enough for her, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, giving herself even greater leverage to thrust and hunch against him.

Even though her eyes were still closed, tears welled out of them and streaked her cheeks. Her mouth hung open as she gasped and panted, the pleasure sensations mounting higher and higher. "Oh, God, Donny! It's been so long. Oh, God, so long," she softly wailed. The wails turned into a chant of "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," with thrust and counterthrust accented by her cry of pleasure.

Suddenly her eyes opened wide and an expression of wonder spread across her face. Donny could feel her stomach muscles quiver and spasm, the sensations rippling across his deeply thrusting cock. She spread her legs even wider, wrapping them up around his waist, and pushed a hard thrust against him, seeking even deeper penetration. She reached out her arms and wrapped them around his neck pulling him tightly against her. Their eyes were locked with the others as they stared deeply into each other's souls. She opened her mouth and pulled his mouth hard against it. Their lips tried to devour each other's mouth and their tongues swirled against each other. She was moaning constantly and gasping and panting around her swirling tongue into his mouth.

She pulled her mouth away and screamed, "Oh, God, Donny! Donny! Donny!" As she did, her whole pelvis shuddered, spasm-wracked, and pushed up against his. She was locked into place, her pussy hard against his pubis, legs wrapped around his waist and locked, and arms holding him hard against her breasts.