Chapter 6

Angela's prediction came through that evening. By midnight she was fast asleep, unaided by drugs or alcohol, having been thoroughly fucked by her well-hung son. But across the street, in the little house she shared with her son Mike, Janet Douglas was having a very restless night.

Janet's voice betrayed only the faintest hint of an accent but she was a Southern woman, born and reared well below the Mason-Dixon before her marriage had brought her permanently north. She liked to talk and joke about sex with her girlfriends but deep down inside she still had some Victorian attitudes towards the whole subject, which had created some major conflicts for her over the years and was making her particularly miserable now.

Janet had been raised conservatively but she was very, very horny. Without any out-dated morality to restrain her, she was sure she would have fucked everything in pants long before her wedding night.

As it was, she'd been a virgin for her honey moon. But that hadn't been for any lack of offers or lack of desire. Even at thirty-eight, Janet still had all the beauty that made men drool over her in her high school days.

She was petite, but still extremely stacked, with a round ass and tits that were every bit as large as Angela's. Her long, wavy brown hair danced on her shoulders when she walked and men had always complimented her for the dazzling beauty of her wide full- lipped smile. That was, of course, when they could tear their gazes off of her lush body.

But Janet had never fucked another man during her long marriage, though she'd done more than her share of fucking with her husband. Her lesbian sex session with Angela that afternoon had disturbed her a great deal. There was no denying that she'd enjoyed it and there was no one to stop her from doing it a lot more.

In fact, there was no one to stop her from doing what she really wanted, which was to fuck her own son.

This was Janet's most secret desire, one she'd never even hinted at in her giggling conversations with Angela. But ever since her husband's death, thoughts of fucking Michael had been in the back of her brain.

He was such a handsome boy, with a thick head of blonde hair and a strapping, muscular body. Since puberty, Janet had seen his cock only a couple of times but those occasions had branded themselves in her ever-horny mind--a thick, long tube of cock meat, hanging between her little boy's legs. As hard as she tried to put the image from her mind, Janet knew how much she wanted to make that big prick get stiff, to watch his face contort as he shot a big load of cum juice into her sucking cunt.

By eleven, Janet had already put away three good-sized cocktails in an effort to drive the forbidden incestuous thoughts away. By midnight she was thoroughly drunk.

But she still couldn't get to sleep and the drinking had just made her hornier. Something about her sex session with Angela had sparked something in her brain. It was as if she could do anything now. She could even fuck her own son.

"Damn it!" Squirming naked under the covers, with the half- empty highball glass on the nightstand beside the bed, Janet stopped trying to sleep and turned on the light. She glanced at the clock and groaned when she saw it was nearly one in the morning.

There was no use in trying to get to sleep. Cursing drunkenly under her breath, the naked mother padded across her bedroom and took a long flowing negligee out of her closet. Donning it quickly, she walked into the hall. Maybe a late night movie would take her mind off sex.

But the first thing she saw when she walked into the hall was the light under her son's bedroom door. Janet frowned, feeling the weight of her enormous tits jiggling under the gown as she walked slowly towards her son's room.

Was Mike up late studying? On a sudden impulse she decided to pay a visit to the object of her desires. Maybe if she saw him with a textbook in his hand she'd remember her true role as his mother and banish her filthy cravings once and for all.

"Mike." Janet said softly. She was too drunk to realize that her voice was the softest of whispers, too low for her son to hear. Janet opened the door without knocking. Then she stopped in her tracks and just stared.

Mike was reading by the night light, as she'd suspected but what he held definitely wasn't a textbook. It was some sort of girlie magazine and her boy was naked on top of the sheets.

Janet instantly felt fuck juice gushing into her pussy as she ran her gaze up his muscular legs to his crotch. Rising out of a very big, hairy ball bag was gigantic rock-hard prick. Her son's hand was wrapped tightly around his cock. With the girlie magazine open in front of his face, her only child was wildly beating off. "M-M-Michael!" Janet stammered. "Oh my God!"

Mike immediately dropped the magazine and stared wide-eyed at his mother. Then his cheeks flushed crimson. "Oh fuck" he groaned and covered his face with a pillow in shame.

Janet crossed the room in a trance, staring hypnotically at his naked cock. His prick was shrinking rapidly but it was her first really good look at his cock in the raw.

What a big one, she thought dazedly, as she ogled the meaty trunk and bulbous prick head. My son has such a big fucking dick.

"Mike, take that pillow off of your face," she managed to say, "I'm not going to hurt you."

Mike reluctantly took away the pillow and looked up at his mother as he stuffed it under his head. Janet forced her gaze to stay on his face as she sat beside him on the bed.

"I'm sorry, Mom," Mike said quickly, "please don't get too mad at me. I won't..."

"There's nothing wrong with masturbating, Michael." Janet said softly. "It's my fault, not yours. I should have knocked before I came in."

Mike looked up at his mother in surprise, realizing how drunk she was. Then he lowered his gaze to her body. Janet became conscious of how clearly her huge braless tits showed through the nightgown. Almost imperceptibly, Mike's cock started swelling with fresh blood.

"I masturbate too, Mike. Tell me, do you play with yourself a lot? You're a teen after all. Teenagers are supposed to be very horny."

Janet immediately knew that wasn't a motherly question to ask but she couldn't help herself. Mike's face was red as he looked at her. She was having a harder time keeping her gaze off of his cock. His prick was growing more rapidly.

"Well, yeah. Yeah, I guess I do." Mike muttered.

"Oh, I see. What sort of thing do you think about when you jack... masturbate, Michael? Do you think about all the pretty girls at school?"

"Yeah. Sometimes. Or other girls."

"Other girls, hmmm. What do you think about doing with them?"

The voice of her conscience demanded that she leave her son's room immediately, but Janet made no move to rise from the bed. She was very drunk and by now her gaze was nearly riveted to her son's cock. His prick seemed to swell faster the more she looked. His cock was beginning to throb with obscene little pulses and rise stiffly from where his prick shaft had lain on his leg.

"Well, you know..."

There was a pause of perhaps ten seconds and during this time Mike's cock got as hard as stone. Obscenely the meaty prick stood straight out of his ball bag quivering over his stomach. Before she could stop herself, the drunken mother reached out and wrapped her fingers hungrily around his steely prick.

"Jesus, Mom!"

"Mike, why do you have a big hard-on like this, hmmm? What's on that dirty little mind of yours? Hmmm?"

"Jesus!"

"Answer my question!"

Helplessly Janet began to jack his stiff cock, groaning as she felt his prick, throb on her palm. Hungrily she milked and squeezed his pulsing prick, making clear cock juice ooze out of the tip.

"You're looking at my body, aren't you, Mike? You're staring at mother's big tits! Is that what you like to look at when you see pretty girls? Hmmmm? Do the girls in your high school have tits as big as mine?"

Mike groaned and humped his ass on the bed, fucking his prick through his mother's fingers, overwhelmed with lust. Janet gave up all thoughts of ethics or morality. Bending down, she frantically started giving her son a hand job, pumping her fist wildly up and down her boy's bloated prick.

"Jesus, Mom!"

"Does that feel good, Mike? Do you like the way mommy jacks your cock? It's bad for you to play with yourself, you know. I'll make a deal with you. If you don't beat your meat anymore, mommy will come in here and take care of this big beautiful boner every single fucking night!"

Mike's eyes were as wide as saucers, shocked and excited by the obscene words streaming from his mother's lips. Eagerly her watched her D-cup tits jiggling under the gown, seeing the stiff bumps of her fat nipples. His cock got even stiffer, so thick that Janet could barely get her hand around his prick shaft.

"In fact, I know something that feels even better than jacking off." the drunken mother continued. "Would you like a blow job, Mike? Has one of those horny girls in your high school ever sucked this big, fat dick?"

Mike swiftly shook his head. Janet pushed her hand down to the root of his throbbing hard-on, holding his cock in position. Then she dropped her head, opened her mouth and sucked the bulbous crown of her son's cock down her throat.

Hungrily her lips clasped in a tight circle around the center of his prick shaft, drinking in the salty male taste of his balls and cock. Her pussy was gushing now, becoming hot and sticky between her thighs. Janet made lewd gulping, slurping sounds as she started to give her son a good blowjob, hollowing her cheeks to increase the suctioning pressure around his prick.

Mike continued to stare up at her, unable to believe the way her face was contorted around the cock shaft stuffing her lips. Then his surprise was transformed to lust.

"Oh Jesus, that's good! Yes, oh Christ, suck it, Mom! Suck my fucking cock!"

He put his hands on her shoulders, slid them up to her head and held her in position over his throbbing cock. Mike gasped and started to rock his ass violently off the springy mattress, fucking his prick through the wet oval of her lips.

Panting hard through her nose, Janet sucked her son's cock as hard as she could. She'd always been an eager pricksucker, through the many years of her marriage. But giving her husband head could never compare to the obscene joy of going down on her own child.

She loved the taste and throbbing feel of the massive cock fucking down her throat, the way the cum oozed profusely from his open piss hole. Janet pulled the prick shaft out of her mouth just enough to swirl her tongue around the cock knob and lap up the creamy pre-cum. Then she gurgled as she stuffed a full half of his prick back down her throat.

"Stroke it, Mom! Jack on my prick! Oh fuck, I need to cum!"

His cock was incredibly hard, throbbing uncontrollably as she nursed on his prick with her lips and tongue and throat. Janet knew milky sap was about to explode from his hairy balls.

Taking a breath through her nostrils, she crammed even more of his swollen prick into her mouth. Her hand tightened around the thick root. Janet started to jack on his cock as she sucked, milking and tugging the steely base of his prick.

"Gonna cum." Mike chanted. "Suck it, Mom. Gonna cum!"

Janet slid her free hand up his legs, moaning around his prick as she felt the congested condition of his aching balls. Tenderly she squeezed and kneaded the wrinkled bag, teasing the twin globes with her fingertips.

"I'm cumming, Mom! I'm cummmmiiiinnnnngggg!"

His cock jerked hard in her mouth, nearly making her choke. Then a huge explosion of prick juice erupted from the tip of his cock. Torrents of thick cum splashed on the room of her mouth and poured down her throat, rewarding the cocksucking mother with a bellyful of cum.