Chapter 2

Judy Rider settled down on the bed and lit a cigarette. She was bored with the late night television talk show and restless.

From time to time she glanced out the window. Pam and Chuck were still grappling in Chuck's Chevy. Poor Pam. Past thirty and still under the thumb of her mother.

Not that my life is so wonderful, Judy thought ruefully. Bob never seems to come home any more. I wonder if he really is working late. If he doesn't come home soon and fuck me I'll go crazy.

She inhaled deeply, seething with a frustration that was becoming part of her everyday life. Knowing Pam was probably getting fucked didn't help.

Still, she didn't envy her sister-in-law. Pam was almost an old-maid, although the term was no longer used much. Even though Bob was neglecting her lately, Judy had to admit she still had a fine life. She had two adorable sons sleeping nearby and a popular teenage daughter.

At the thought of her sons, the brunette's pussy twitched. She hated to admit it, it was much too perverse, but as the boys grew older she was seeing them as males and not just as her children.

Now she snapped open the beer she'd brought upstairs and lit a fresh cigarette from the old one. It was lonely being in bed without Bob. She couldn't help but remember the old days before the children were born. Their sex life had been so good then. Why did things have to change?

Sometimes she resented living so close to Bob's mother and sister. When the children were young Pam would help out by baby- sitting, but Maggie was always busy running around and getting fucked. Everyone knew it, but no one talked about it. Bob's mother was a very sexy lady who pretended to be pristine. What a joke. Judy sighed and sipped her beer. In the old days Bob couldn't get enough of her. He had known how to make her come and always took care of her needs before he took care of his own.

When they were newlyweds his cock was inside her most of the night and every morning. She could still feel the way it was in the old days when his shaft rested against her clit. He would stay inside her for hours at a time.

She had been a hot-blooded teenager and although Bob wasn't her first lover he was her favorite from the day they met. She had started fucking as a kid and met Bob when she was in high school. He had satisfied her as no other boy had. Somehow he knew precisely how to take her over the brink to ecstasy even as a boy.

She wondered if her sons took after their father.

Sometimes she thought about the first time she and Bob made out. Even now, after all these years, she could still feel his lips on her pussy. He was the first boy who ever went down on her. He had tongued her cunt until she wept.

Now she squeezed her thighs together as she thought about how his tongue had felt on her teenage clit. The first time he licked her clit she thought she would go through the roof of his car. She could still feel his tongue vibrating her little sex organ. She went out with other boys after that, but she was hooked on Bob Rider.

Now her fingers automatically found her nipples. She pinched them until they stiffened with excitement. It had been days since Bob had fucked her. Months since he'd fucked her good. Her pussy steamed with frustration. Some women lost interest in sex after they had children. Her cunt was as wet as a teenager's almost all the time.

Sometimes she considered cheating. After she and Bob had been married five years she had fucked around for a few months. But Jimmy was a curious four year old and seemed to sense something. She never cheated again.

Now she fingered her cunt and finished her beer. If only Bob would come home and fuck her. But he'd be tired or pretend he was, which was the same thing. It was always the same lately. She almost had to beg for it and then he'd throw her a quick fuck.

It wasn't as if Bob wasn't a virile man. His cock was as big and hard as ever when he was in the mood. And at moments like this when she'd had a few beers she had to admit Bob's lack of interest wasn't her only problem. Her gravest problem was her oldest son. Lately she thought about the boy more and more. She thought about having sex with him.

Incest! Even the word made her cringe. Billy, her younger boy, was a horny teenager who made her pussy twitch whenever he grinned, but it was Jimmy who made her cream her panties.

Incest. There was no denying she wanted to fuck her eldest son. Admitting it to herself made her feel better in a strange way.

She sometimes wondered if women transferred their love from their husbands to their sons when their marriages became routine. She certainly loved the boys more than she loved Penny. She loved Penny, but in a different way. Her love for her sons was sexual, while in her daughter she saw her own fading youth.

Sometimes she thought about Jimmy as a possible sex partner. She caught herself peeking into his room when he undressed for bed. If he noticed her staring, he never said anything.

Both boys were affectionate and ogled her tits constantly. Whenever they could, they would brush up against her and cop a feel of her tits. She thought it was adorable and didn't discourage the caresses.

Now, her beer finished and her last cigarette snuffed out, she yawned and abandoned herself to her thoughts. Bob was especially late tonight. Why shouldn't she play one of her favorite games? The game was to wonder what it would be like to fuck Jimmy.

Actually she'd fantasized about fucking both her boys. Once she pretended she was wearing a sheer negligee and Bob was working late. The boys had walked into her room without knocking and when she turned to them she opened her negligee and revealed her naked tits.

How their eyes glittered! When she thought they were good and hot she would fall onto the bed and wriggle her ass. Still wearing her nightgown, she fantasized she would open her legs and let them see her beaver.

They would gawk, approach the bed and whistle in unison. She would reach down and spread her cuntlips apart. Then she would...

Oh, God! The fantasy was making her so horny! She fingered herself imagining she was being touched by her oldest son. If only she had his cock in her hand. If that was incest, so be it.

She found herself opening and closing her fist. From the many times she's glimpsed Jimmy's cock she knew it was good and big. She stuck her thumb in her mouth and sucked. Jimmy, she thought. Come to Mother and let me take your cock in my hand.

Oh, how she would make him feel! She would move her fingers lovingly up and down his horny teenage dick. Boys his age were always hot. Why was it so wrong for a mother to help out her own sons?

Who ever said incest was wrong anyway?

She glanced at the clock, startled to find it was only eleven. From the silence in the street she was sure Pam had gone in the house. She fondled her pussy and pinched her nipples. Bob probably wouldn't be home for a few hours. Too late to fuck her and too tired. What the hell could she do but masturbate?

Her mind wandered again and again to Jimmy. From what she'd seen the boy had a big pair of balls as well as a good-sized cock. If he was her lover she'd take his balls into her mouth and soak them in her saliva. In her mind she flicked her tongue over his ball-bag and tasted the special flavor and aroma. She worked her lips as she masturbated.

"Fuck me, son," she whispered. "Fuck your mother, honey."

The words startled her and she sat up. Her heart pounded and she was bathed in sweat. I must go and see if he's all right, she thought. These thoughts are so evil. God might be punishing me through my darling boy.

She closed the door behind her, clutched her robe to her chest and tiptoed down the hall. She stopped for a moment to catch her breath. Where was she going and what was she doing? It was all so crazy.

She stood outside Jimmy's room. My own flesh and blood, she thought. It was a momentous decision and her head ached.

Her pussy won out. It melted with hot desire. Surely it wouldn't matter if she just peeked into Jimmy's room and looked at him while he slept. Surely it wouldn't be a sin to look down on his sweet face and maybe catch a glimpse of his strong young body. She was his mother, after all. Who had a better right?

She quietly turned the doorknob and stepped into the room. Her heart beat so fast she felt faint, but there was no turning back. She was powerless to deny herself what she craved.