Chapter 1

"Oh, Son! I had no idea you had such a big cock! Fuck me with it, darling! Fuck your mother's juicy cunt!"

The dirty novel was open to page 70 and Angela felt her eyes glazing over as she read the obscene words. Incest. It was a story about incest. About a mother fucking her son.

"Mmmm, it's going into me now, darling! What a big, stiff prick you have! Do you like the way mommy's pussy sucks your big, hard cock?"

She was in the bedroom, standing in front of the closet that contained all of her divorced husband's effects. It was a cool night and Angela had hoped to find an extra blanket amidst all the boxes and shoe cartons. Little had she known that she would stumble across George's collection of pornography.

There were ten magazines and books altogether and Angela found herself immediately reaching for the novel she now held. She felt so weak that she thought she might faint. Never had she read something so shocking, so obscene...

"You've got it in me now, lover! Unh! It's all the way up mommy's cunt! Fuck me, Son! Fuck me, fuck me!"

Angela stopped reading and forced herself to close the book. For a full minute she stood with her eyes closed, measuring the sensations that coursed through her body. There was no denying it. She didn't have to put her hand between her legs to feel the wet pulsations of her horny, juicy cunt. This was turning her on.

Taking the book with her, Angela went into the bathroom and shut the door. She turned on the lights and looked at herself in the mirror.

She was thirty-six years old now and the book was a threat to her--she had a teenage son of her own. Angela knew she didn't look thirty-six. Waves of thick, sandy-blonde hair framed her youthful, wide-eyed face. There were tiny laugh lines around her ripe lips but she could still have passed for her mid-twenties.

Slowly, Angela looked at the reflection of her body in the mirror. All she had on was a transparent, ice-blue negligee that barely reached her crotch. Her body was still incredibly stacked, long-legged, with slim hips and waist and a firm, peach-shaped ass, her tits lusciously oversized for her delicate frame. Angela could make any man get a hard-on if she went without a bra.

Why had she worn this skimpy negligee tonight? The only one living in the two-bedroom apartment with her now was Tony, her teenage son. He hadn't seen her in it but what if he came into the bedroom?

Her huge tits were clearly visible through the fabric. She could see the shape and color of her large dark-pink nipples. What would Tony have thought at the sight of his mother's luscious tits? For the first time, Angela wondered if she was trying to seduce her son.

The apartment was very quiet now. It was after midnight. Tony still hadn't gotten home. He was out on a date and Angela pictured him fucking some girl. He was very handsome for his age. Did he have a nice big prick, like George had had? Did her son Tony have a nice, big cock?

Angela opened the book again and started reading, this time on page 114:

"Unhh! Fuck my asshole, lover! My asshole's so tight around your cock! Fuck your mother up the ass, darling! I want to feel your cum shooting in my butt!"

Angela shut the book quickly again. There was no denying how she felt now. Her nipples were painfully stiff, protruding through the negligee. Her cunt was a throbbing, dripping mess.