Chapter 10

Glynn poured a drink of bourbon for his mother and took a can of beer for himself. He still felt a little funny, walking around in front of her bare assed, but she didn't seem to mind being naked. In fact, she acted proud of her nude body, and he sure didn't want her to cover up any of it. He would never get tired of looking at her.

She was sitting on the couch, with her polished legs crossed, so that only a tufting of her ebony pubic hair peeped out, and right now the long nipples of her captivating tits were flaccid. But the heavy breasts themselves stood out magnificently, ripe and full. They swayed when she reached out for the drink he handed her.

"Thanks, dear; I need this. You're a marvelous lover, Glynn, so good that I'll never let you go. Even when you grow up and get married, I'll visit you every time your wife is away."

He sat down beside her and took a long, cooling swallow of beer. "I may never get married; I love you too much, and no other could ever be so beautiful."

"How sweet. Am I really as exciting as that other girl you laid?"

Up close, her skin was flawless, pale and translucent; he could see the tiny blue veins beneath it. He said, "She was the first, and yeah--she's pretty exciting. But you're special; you're the best." He wished he could tell her who had taken his cherry, but this wasn't the time.

And when he thought of Lorena, he remembered that he was also supposed to be working the plan along, making some of the moves that might keep his mother and father married. He couldn't possibly let her go now, and had to do everything he knew how to keep them from breaking up. It had been a hell of an idea Lorena had, the kids seducing the parents, but where did he go from here?

Watching his mother finish her drink, he said, "How could dad stay away from you?"

She put down the glass and raised her arms over her head, stretching. The movement threw her tits out, flattening them just a little as the skin grew taut over the delicious mounds. "It was just as difficult for me to stay away from him, at first. I need loving, dear; I need a lot of loving. Now that I have you, things are going to be much easier. You make me so crazy that I do things with you I never have with your father, and I love them. Teaching my son all about sex is going to be the most fabulous thing that ever happened to me."

Glynn drank some more beer. "Maybe you don't want to talk about him, but I wish you would. You know, I told you about hearing the two of you screw, and how wild it made me. Wow--if I had ever seen you making it, if I'd ever watched him kiss your tits and feel your pussy, I'd have gone off without even touching my cock."

She lifted an eyebrow at him. "Get me another drink, dear, and I'll tell you how it is. One time I brought home a huge mirror and fixed it beside the bed, so we could watch ourselves fucking. But your father didn't like it."

Hurrying, Glynn splashed her glass half full of whiskey and carried it back. He could feel his prick moving and a new strength growing inside his balls, even though he would have sworn that he was completely drained. He wanted to hear all this, and hung on each of her words with rapt attention.

"I would have liked it," he said.

"I was crazy about it," his mother murmured, "Seeing myself being screwed was great, but I had to take down the mirror. I've often wondered how it would be, right in the same room with two people who were fucking, watching every movement, every wiggle of her ass and seeing the way his prick slid in and out of her cunt."

Glynn emptied his beer can. His cock was rising, hardening. "But about you and dad--how does he go about it? What--"

Sleepy-lidded, her sultry eyes focused on his, and her damp, red mouth said, "Suppose I tell you all about the time I got pregnant with you? Would you like that, darling? All right, then: we had been at a party and were pretty high by the time we got home. We didn't even take showers, but started taking off our clothes right here in the living room. In fact, he fucked me right on this very couch."

Glynn's breath caught in his throat and he put his hand on his mother's plush thigh. She uncrossed her sleek legs to give him room, so he moved on in to pet the crisp, ringletted hairs of her enchanted pussy.

"I was so hot that night," she recalled, sipping her straight bourbon. "I wanted to fuck and fuck, and your father stayed with me for a long time. He stretched me out here, and lifted one of my legs up to put the foot on the back of the couch; my other foot was on the floor. He pushed a sofa pillow under my ass and fingered inside my blazing cunt until I came on his hand. Then, when I was really boiling over, he crawled in between my legs and fed that gigantic prick into my pussy. I thought we were going to break the couch, we slammed so hard at each other. I came with him, I remember, and he pumped so much semen into me that I overflowed, and we had to have the couch recovered to hide the stains."

Sighing, Glynn asked, "And that was the time you got pregnant with me?"

His mother saluted him with her empty glass. "Yes, and what a fortunate screw it was. Now I'm sitting here naked with my son, looking at his long, hard prick and thinking what a wonderfully ironic thing this is. I only wish I could have your father brought in, all tied up, and prop him against that wall, so he would be forced to watch his horny son fuck his equally horny wife. We'd make his eyes pop out, wouldn't we, dear?"

Before he could answer, she put her glass on the coffee table and slipped off the couch, twisting her full, ripe body around so that she was between his spread knees. He knew then what she was going to do to him, and hot lightning raced up his spine.

"Sit very still," she breathed. "Don't move, and I'll do everything."

With his legs veed wide, when she kneeled erect, his mom's tits were right at his upright shaft, and he watched with bated breath as she cupped the delectable melons and leaned forward to place them on each side of it. Glynn saw the swollen head of it poking from between the white mounds, and felt the caress of the twin nipples.

She rubbed her tits up and down, squeezing them together, and with every sliding motion her nipples slid over the throbbing head of his ironhard prick. He couldn't help waggling a little, but she hissed a warning at him, and he forced himself to stay quiet, since his mother wanted to do this her own way.

She let her breasts fall apart then, and dipped her head forward to draw the perfumed mist of her black hair over his painful cock. Glynn reveled in the tickle of it, in the indescribable feel of the silken hair as she ran its luxury along his shaft. He dug his fingers into the couch when his mom's cheek brushed the head of his rod.

Taking it in one hand, she pressed it against her face, rubbing her cheek and chin over it, guiding the knob over her forehead and her closed eyes. He could feel the gentle scrape of her eyelashes, and a shiver traveled the length of his tensed body.

Slowly, teasingly, she kissed the bulb, her lips soft as the lighting of butterflies. Several times, she kissed it, paying a loving homage to this sex organ that had developed within her own body in the beginning. She toyed with it, bent it slightly, and allowed it to snap back erect.

He thought, she's going to do it--she's actually going to suck my prick! It was something he hadn't even dreamed about with her, not until after his sister had done it to him. He had always imagined fucking her, riding between those terrific legs and pounding his hard cock up into the special richness of her velvet cunt, but the image of his mother eating his shaft hadn't come to mind.