Chapter 4

The sun streaming in through the window touched her face and began the process of bringing her from dozing into full consciousness. Something was different. It didn't feel wrong, just different. She knew she was in her own bed ― the spongy mattress that hadn't been replaced in ages told her that ― but there was a difference and not a subtle one. She rolled over colliding with the body lying next to her. That was the difference! She had slept alone for so long the presence of someone else registered as an anomaly to her sleepy mind.

She rolled over propping herself up on an elbow and gazed down at Mark. He was on his side with his back to her. She could see the movement of his shoulders with his regular breathing indicating he was still very much asleep. Poor thing, she thought, he must be exhausted! She remembered being carried up to bed. Carried up to bed! Now when was the last time that had happened? Then being gently laid down. He stripped off her robe and pulled back the spread and covers before pulling the sheet up over her. Peeling off his shorts, he moved to the other side of the bed and slipped under the covers. They were both much too wrung out from their last orgasm to do much more than cuddle. She held him tightly with her face pressed into his chest while he wrapped his arms around her and caressed her back, hip, and hair.

They must have both dozed for a while because the next thing she remembered was waking up feeling him become hard where their groins met and pressed together. Without speaking she pulled him over on top and spread her legs allowing him to drop into the vee they created. Still clasped together he began to thrust gently with his hips, the head of his stiff member prodding her vaginal lips, spreading them slightly with each forward thrust. Thrust, withdraw, thrust, and withdraw. Each time going in just a little deeper. Finally he was fully entrenched, his balls resting lightly on the cheeks of her ass where they meet her thighs. Holding himself deep within, he started to lightly kiss her neck working up to her cheek, her eyelids, her nose and finally her lips. His tongue gently touched her lips and she parted them giving him access. Tentatively he explored her mouth, first her teeth then lightly touching her tongue. Feeling him inside her at both ends caused her heart to beat a little faster, she held him a little tighter. Slowly his hips began their thrusting again. A slow steady rhythm, in and out, in and out, it seemed to go on forever. This wasn't fucking, this was making love!

As he continued his thrusting, the pleasure within her slowly built. Not so much like a hot burning fire but more the warmth of a gentle summer afternoon. She marveled at his control. He kept a slow steady pace even as the pressure for release mounted within them both. She could feel her own orgasm just under the surface and her arms could feel him tense and shudder with his effort.

"Cum inside me, my stallion" she whispered into his ear. "Claim me again for your own."

As if her words triggered something within him, his thrusting became quicker, more urgent; he began pounding hard and deep into her. She was completely filled and she could feel the tip of his penis as it collided with her cervix on each deep thrust.

"Now, my love! Do it now!" She now longer whispered but shouted to the room. He thrust one more time pushing himself as deeply into her as he could. She could feel him become rigid as his cum entered her, splashing off the deepest reaches of her cunt. As if his ejaculation released her trapped orgasm she felt her own climax tear through her body in waves of pleasure. Her arms crushed him to her breast, legs crossing over behind his ass trying to drag him even further into her depths. After a few moments they both relaxed and rolled away from each other onto their backs completely spent. After all, four times within twelve hours was quite a feat even for a seventeen-year-old stud! They both lay there gasping for breath. Debbie could feel his juice ooze out of her and run down the crack in her ass but she was just too exhausted to do anything about it. It wasn't long before sleep overtook them both.

As she gazed at the sleeping form of her lover ― it was impossible to think of him as her son ― she began to think of the ramifications of what they had done and what it would mean to them.

As if feeling her eyes on him Mark began to move. He rolled onto his back and stretched his arms over his head. He saw Debbie looking at him and smiled. "Good morning, beautiful."

"Good morning to you, handsome." She smiled back at him. Her smile quickly went away and she said, "Mark we need to talk." As soon as she said it she could see him tense up and a worried expression crossed his face.

"I'm s-sorry. It's all my fault! I..." Before he could say anything else she pressed her fingers to his lips silencing him.

"No it's nothing like that, my love." She smiled at him again and she could see him begin to relax. "I wouldn't change or stop this even if I wanted to, which I don't!" As she emphasized the last words the remainder of the tension left his body and the smile came back to his lips. "But things will be complicated for us. You know as well as I do that nobody would understand what we have between us. It's not..." she hesitated slightly, "normal."

He rolled over to his side facing her and propped himself up on his elbow just like she was. In this position he could look her right in the eyes.

"Oh, I know that" he said, "I realize we will have to be careful, discreet even. In public you will have to be Mrs. Debbie Matthews, dedicated mother and homemaker. I will have to be Mark Matthews, teenager, student and athlete. Even though I don't really care what anyone thinks of us, I know we have to keep this secret. They would cause us too many problems if they knew."

With his words Debbie felt a sense of relief. She knew she could never go back to the way things had been before but she had been worried whether or not Mark would be able to understand. The depth of his maturity continually astounded her. She knew she could never do without him as her lover any more than she could go without breathing.

"It shouldn't be too difficult really. It's not like you've been out all that much in the past few years and I don't have any silly attachments either." He grinned and reached over to trace the outline of her breast with his fingers. "The hardest part will be for me to keep my hands off you while we're out in public! I damn well know I won't be able to when were in private!"

She laughed and grabbed his hand pulling it to her lips and kissing it.

"Well, we will just have to make sure you get enough in private so you'll be too worn out to do it in public!" She pushed his hand back towards him and scampered out of bed before he could reach for her. "But right now I need to get a shower. I'm filthy! Someone has got cum all over me and I need to get clean! And after that I need some breakfast, I'm starved!"

He made a halfhearted grab for her and she giggled, scampering back out of his reach. He then rolled over and got out of bed.

"All right, you heartless wench. I guess I could use a shower, and come to think about it I'm kind of hungry myself."

As the summer progressed, so did their relationship. In public they made a concerted effort to be the epitome of your normal mother and son. If anyone noticed that they maybe sat just a little too close together, looked at each other a little more than others might or even touched each other continuously it was never remarked upon. They were in fact very discreet. They held hands in movie theaters, sat next to each other in booths at restaurants and touched each other's arm, shoulder or hand when they talked. An outsider would conclude that they were very close but nothing outside the bounds of propriety. It could have been noted that they were almost never without each other's company, but since neither had any real close friends outside themselves it was generally not commented upon.

Debbie did notice that she was the subject of much more attention from men than she was used to. When she had been younger she had been hit on quite often, but this had dropped off to almost nothing after her first husband died. She couldn't help but think of him as her first husband; her heart definitely said that Mark was now her husband. Her responses were polite but cool. She could abstractly appreciate the attention but could not find even a smidgen of interest for these men.

Mark always found himself surrounded by teenage fillies when they found themselves in places where these young women tended to congregate. Debbie understood their attraction. Boy, did she understand it! He was a senior now, handsome and as far as they knew unattached. As a star of the football team and wrestling squad he had a high profile and attracted attention wherever he went. She couldn't help but feel a stab of jealousy whenever she saw those taut young bodies, slim legs and firm tits practically bursting out of their tops. That jealousy would disappear as soon as he looked her way. His smile would become huge, tender and possessive. She could see the way he treated his wannabe harem with a cool almost banal indifference. His looks for her were anything but indifferent. It was times like that when it became difficult not to run over to him, throw her arms around him and shout to those little hussies, "Leave him alone! He's all mine!" She even overheard a couple of the rejected tarts wondering if he was gay. She smirked to herself thinking about how he had fucked her into a lathered frenzy the night before, not once but twice!

But she did resist just as he did. It actually became easier as time went by. It became almost a game, a part to play. They tried to see if they could get the other hot and bothered while seeming to remain completely innocent. It really wasn't a fair game. Unless he wore a sack that would cover his groin Marks erection could be seen for miles and Debbie was becoming an expert in finding ways to elicit this response. A dress that showed a little too much thigh, bending over with a low cut top, maybe a pair of short shorts and high-heels. She marveled at the fact that this young Adonis not only found her attractive but that she was able to sexually excite him to such an extent. She knew he could have had any unmarried women in town anytime he wanted and probably most, if not all, of the married ones, but she was the one he craved and desired.

Although their conduct in public was for the most part dignified and demure, their private life was anything but. Mark couldn't keep his hands off his mother when he was with her. Her body fascinated him. The combination of soft curves, hard muscles and a face that would have launched a thousand ships if she had been in ancient Greece set his heart pounding whenever he looked at her. He found himself more in love with her every day. Even after they had just finished a vigorous sex session he just wanted to be close to her, softly touching her, talking to her. The amazing thing was that they did indeed have a lot to talk about. His interests far exceeded the normal sports, sports, girls and sports that seemed to fill most boys his age. He liked music, drama, theater, movies and books. He was more that able to hold his own in an adult conversation, if fact Debbie found herself learning more than she thought she would during these intermissions.

But he was still seventeen, almost eighteen, as if it mattered, and his sex drive was in all ahead full. She would have thought that having sex two or three times a night would become boring after just a little while. It didn't, if anything it became even more exciting as they became accustomed to each other and learned what the other wanted and needed.

Debbie was somewhat surprised to learn that she really liked being in the submissive role. She loved having him dominate her, doing with her whatever he pleased. She let him tie her to the bed unable to move while he tickled, licked and sucked her from head to toes. During these sessions her desire for release would become almost physically painful and her climax so intense that once or twice she actually fainted. She had complete confidence in him and knew without any doubt he would do nothing to actually hurt her. They were able to discuss their fantasies openly and explicitly in a way most couples could not even after being together for years.

For his part Mark took to the dominant role like a fish takes to water. He reveled in having his beautiful mother become his willing sex slave. The sweet torture he put her through excited him all the more because he knew she loved whatever he was doing. The only fantasy she denied him was that of anal sex. He brought it up once and she openly admitted the thought of his massive member crammed into her anus scared her. She loved when he pushed one or two fingers into her butt-hole while he was eating her out but the size of his penis terrified her. He was slightly disappointed but respected her wishes, understanding that something the size of his cock in her little brown hole would probably be very painful. Besides, everything else was too perfect to worry about something as minor as that.

One of the things Debbie truly loved was to be taken doggie style. With her head down and her ass in the air she felt like a brood mare being bred by the herd stallion, one of her most exciting fantasies. She always remembered the first time he took her that way.

She had been in the bedroom getting ready for bed while Mark was downstairs closing up for the night. She was stretched out on the bed feeling very, very submissive and hearing him climb the stairs without much forethought got up on her elbows and knees. She bent her head down resting it on her folded forearms, her butt aimed straight towards the door her cunt gaping and glistening. As he walked through the door she wiggled her behind at him.

"Have you come to breed your mare, my stallion?" she said in a sultry voice. "Your mare is in heat and needs your great big horse cock to satisfy her."

As he entered the room Mark was almost struck speechless by the sight of her firm but well-rounded ass sticking up in the air. Her legs were spread about shoulder width apart her vagina lips shining pink and wetly sticking out from her downy patch of pubic hair. He became stiffly erect immediately. Taking his clothes off as he walked to the bed he reached out cupping the firm globes of her ass in both hands.

"Oh she does, does she?" he said spreading her ass apart until he could plainly see the little brown hole of her anus just above her glistening vagina. "Well let's just see how ready she is, why don't we?" He bent down until his nose was almost inside her and inhaled her musky perfume. She was very wet and as he ran his hands over her ass she shuddered slightly.

"Well" he said, "this little filly seems to be ready but we wouldn't want to breed her out of season now would we?"

"Oh no, M'lord!" She really loved calling him by that honorific. "I can assure you she is in season and ready to be bred. She needs to be mounted and rode hard M'lord, rode very hard, M'lord!"

"So you say, so you say, but how will we know for sure if she is ready? I know, I have heard that one can tell by taste if the mare is ready to be mounted. Shall we taste her and see if this is true?

"Oh M'lord, please taste me, please use that golden tongue of yours and taste me!" Debbie was practically moaning into the bed sheets. The anticipation of him tonguing her caused her to spread her legs a little wider and push her butt back into his face.

His hands gently spread her cheeks again opening her sex to him completely. His tongue snaked out of his mouth and lightly touched the lips of her vagina. As he touched her she sucked in a breath and shuddered like his tongue was giving off electric sparks. He ran his tongue up and down the outside of her vulva not quite plunging into her but never breaking contact. She began to sob and tried to force her ass back into his face. He reached around and gently grasped one of her nipple between his thumb and finger and began to rub the little nub back and forth between them. He increased the pressure on the small nub tweaking it almost painfully. He had found earlier that she enjoyed her nipples to be used harshly, it was almost impossible for him to pinch them too hard. Her sobbing became ragged and her shudders became shivers. She mewled back at him.

"Oh God, my stallion, my master, take me now, mount me! Oh please, dear God, do it now!"

"Very well, wench, it would appear this filly is indeed ready to breed. Well, we will take care of that!"

He released her breast and climbed onto the bed behind her. Using both hands he spread her ass apart and placed the head of his penis at her entrance. With no warning he drove forward in one fluid motion until he was fully imbedded up to his balls. She screamed as he did so. After plunging in fully he stopped and waited for her reaction.

"Oh God yes! Yes! Don't stop now! Ride me, my stallion! Ride me hard!" She was grabbing the bedcovers and screaming into them as she pushed back into him trying to get him even further inside her.

That was all he needed to hear. Grabbing her by the hips he started to thrust his pelvis at her almost violently. In and out, long deep strokes. From this angle it felt to her that he was going to force his cock all the way through and out her mouth. She couldn't believe how deep he was going. She could feel every inch of his velvet rod as it plunged in and out. She was in heaven. There was no doubt that he was in total control, she was nothing more that the vessel for his lust. He was the stallion and he was taking his mare! Her mind went blank; she became nothing more than a cunt's life support system. Her only function was to receive his seed, to become his brood mare. Life had no meaning except for his cock pounding into her cunt!

Finally after what seemed a lifetime he pulled back on her hips as hard as he could shoving himself into her as far as he could. He exploded into her screaming as he did. She felt his ejaculation as if from a great distance. Her body had been writhing in pleasure but when she felt him cum, her own climax struck her like a bomb going off.

They both collapsed onto the bed trying to get enough air inside them to stave off unconsciousness. After a few minutes Mark weakly pushed himself up and off her falling next to her on the bed on his back. She turned her head toward him and reached out putting one hand onto his heaving chest.

"Oh my Lord, my stallion, your mare thanks you. That was..." she swallowed before continuing, "That was the most amazing experience of my life."

He look over at her and said, "Yes it was, but if my mare thinks her stallion is up for that one more time tonight she had better be looking for another stallion; this one will be dead!"

They both were laughing as they rolled into each other's arms and drifted off to sleep.

With August came the beginning of football season. Mark had two practices per day, one in the morning and the other in the afternoon. If the seasons changed, very little else did. Although he came back dead tired from his afternoon session a quick shower and some dinner seemed to revive him. Or maybe it was his lady waiting for him. Either way the result was the same: there were times when he would fall asleep on the couch but feeling that warm body curled up next to him brought him instantly awake and ready for action.

For her part Debbie knew he needed sleep, food and some down time, but she also knew that blowing his nuts into her a couple of times a night didn't hurt either! If she felt he was too tired she would lead him to bed and spoon with him letting him slowly fuck her from the rear, a much gentler pleasure than they often indulged in but satisfying just the same.

In addition to looking out for him during his own training, Debbie had other plans that included him. Mark's birthday was coming up in a few weeks and she wanted to make it special for him. She always felt guilty for not letting him fuck her in the ass. She knew he understood her fear and was grateful bordering on reverence to him for not pressuring her, but she still felt guilty for not being able to give him everything he wanted.

She thought to herself, If I can train myself into losing weight why can't I train myself to take him back there? One day while he was at practice she visited a local sex shop and purchased a number of dildos of various sizes. She had a small one the size of her finger, another the size of a hotdog, another the size of a large sausage and one huge one that she estimated to be about the size of Mark's own sweet peter.

Every day while he was gone she would take out her training aids and with the help of a tube of K-Y jelly gently practice slipping them up her butt. At first she could only get the small one in. It felt good but even the small one felt like a telephone pole was impaling her. As she got used to it she found there was a technique to taking them in. She learned to relax her sphincter muscle allowing the head of the dildo entry, once the head was in she was home free! As the training sessions progressed what had been an onerous chore became a pleasure. She found the pressure of the dildo in her ass caused her vagina to moisten and she brought herself to many orgasms rubbing her clit while plunging a dildo up her ass!

A week before his birthday Debbie was ready to try the monster. She gave herself an enema, a different kind of pleasure all by itself, and lay down on the floor with her legs propped up on the bed. Using a large syringe with no needle she injected a good amount of KY into her ass and liberally coated her 'tools.' Concentrating on relaxing her sphincter she quickly inserted and removed the two smaller sized dildos. It had gotten so she could hardly feel these two as they went in. She then started pushing in the large cock-shaped one. Slowly working it in and out, push then pull, she finally felt the head pop through her muscle ring. She held it a minute until her ass became accustomed to the object invading her delicate rectum. Slowly she pushed it in, deeper and deeper until all six inches were inside her. Oh God, she thought, this really does feel good! How would Mark feel in there? Sweating at the thought she removed the dildo and picked up the monster. If I can take this then I can take him, and she so wanted for him to enjoy the pleasure of her ass. After playing with her toys she was beginning to believe she would get as much out of this as he would. She again injected more K-Y into her rectum and made sure the monster was well coated. The Monster as she thought of it was about eight inches long and almost as wide as her wrist. She had jammed it into her cunt before and was pretty sure it was about the same size as Mark.

She brought the Monster slowly to her anus spreading her legs as wide as she could. The head was like a mushroom and the entire thing looked like a baseball bat to her. Could she get in? She knew she had to try. Gently she pushed; the resistance was tremendous. She felt no pain as of yet but the tip was just barely inside her. She pushed harder and harder until she thought she was going to rip herself apart.

Suddenly the head flashed past the guardian muscle. Intense pain coursed through her body. She was being ripped apart! She must get it out! But no, she let go of the monster and lay there accepting the pain and relaxing her bowels. Soon the pain faded. She still felt as if a huge pole was impaling her but the pain was going away! As soon as she able, she again started to slowly push the huge rod into her rectum. Inch by inch it disappeared into her. She found that the farther she shoved it in the easier it got! She could feel every bump, every groove cut into the skin of that monster! Suddenly she was surprised to find the base tucked up against her butt. She had taken the whole thing! She knew she could take Mark now and no matter if there was a little pain involved she would now be able to give him everything he wanted! Plus she found she liked having her ass crammed full! Just another little bit of excitement she had been learning about!

Debbie practiced her newfound trick for the next week. By the end of the week she was a little sore but she knew what she was going to do come Saturday night!

"What would M'lord wish to do to celebrate the anniversary of the date of his birth?" Debbie curtsied in front of Mark.

"What to do for my birthday, huh?" He rubbed his chin as if deeply contemplating an answer. "Well I guess I could ravage the serving girls as usual. Some of them have been a little uppity lately; maybe they need to be taught a lesson. A little stiff discipline might be just what they need. What do you think?"

"Oh M'lord that would be up to you of course; you alone are responsible for the discipline with the staff. Oh I mean of the staff of course. But might I suggest something?"

"Of course you may my dear, and might I add you are a pretty little thing, maybe you should come up and clean out the master's chambers about bedtime."

Debbie loved this play-acting and grinned saucily as she again dipped in a curtsy. "Of course M'lord it would be my honor but to my suggestion. How about dinner at a nice restaurant with your lady fair, a little dancing and then rapine and plunder?"

"Why that sounds wonderful! Shall I make reservations?"

"No need M'lord. Your staff had already taken care of it for you." The grin on her face turned a little wicked and she reached for his pants. "Now maybe we should get your other staff taken care of..."

Mark hadn't thought of his birthday as any big deal but was looking forward to a night out especially since the idea seemed to please Debbie. They look through his wardrobe and it was agreed that he had nothing to wear for an evening out. Mark wasn't much of a clotheshorse and any nice suit he had was by now far too small for him. This meant a shopping trip.

Driving to the mall, their first stop was the men's store. Debbie picked out a tasteful tailored two-piece, expensive but made to last. She loved the way it hung on him, accentuating his fine build. Wearing that suit he could have easily pass for a young man in his early twenties. They had it fitted and promised by Saturday morning.

As they exited the store Mark took Debbie by the arm and guided her towards an upscale boutique. She protested that she had a closet full of clothes and didn't need anything new.

"Yes, you do" he insisted, "I doubt if a tenth of what you have fits you any more and what does will be years old. I can't have my escort looking like some old frump, now can I? We need to get you something that really displays what you have. You've spent enough pain and suffering getting to look gorgeous. Let's show it off!"

"Do you really think I'm gorgeous? I still don't know what you see in this old body"

Still holding her arm he stopped and turned her toward him. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure to see. You could be a centerfold in any girly magazine if that's what you wanted. When you enter a room there isn't a man alive that doesn't wish he could be on your arm. Now stop fishing for compliments and get that pretty ass of yours moving!" He turned her back toward the store and smacked her on the rump.

They looked at almost everything in the store and settled on a simple floral print with a low neckline and a hem about four inches above the knee. He picked it out for her and at first she was sure it was totally unsuitable. She tried it on just to please him but when she came out of the dressing room his reaction almost convinced her she was wrong.

"That's perfect!" he said. "There won't be a woman that doesn't hate you and a man that isn't stiff as a board!"

She blushed at his flattery but stopped to stare when she looked at herself in the mirror. The dress really was perfect. She hadn't seen herself dressed up in ages and couldn't believe what she saw.

The simple cut of the dress clung to her curves like a second skin. The low neckline showed an ample amount of cleavage without being overtly obscene and the high hemline placed her long lean legs on display perfectly. Not only did the dress suit her but also she was surprised at the taste her son showed in picking it out. It was sexy without being trashy, dressy without being too formal, and appropriate for the season and occasion. The dress took ten years off her age. Her eyes began to tear as she turned toward him. Without warning she threw her arms around him and kissed him hard on the lips.

Still holding him tightly she whispered in his ear, "I can't believe what you have done to me, my love. I am pretty now and it's all because of you. I love you so much."

He reached his arm around her and drew her tight against him. "I only helped bring out what was already there," he whispered in her ear. "The beautiful woman was inside you all the time; she just needed a little help getting out."