Chapter 8

"Are you ready, baby?" Stephanie asked sweetly, having just rested about 10 minutes at the side of her son Marty. "Are you ready to fuck me? Are you ready to stick that lovely prick in my cunt and fuck me good and hard?"

Steph looked straight into her son's eyes as she said the obscene words, loving every second of expressing herself in such a lewd, foul way to her own flesh and blood, as her fingertips trailed softly over the skin of his chest. The feeling of his mouth on her hot snatch still on her mind, and the taste of his spunky semen still in her mouth, she craved nothing more now than the actual act of incest; the actual penetration of her hungry twat by her own 15-year-old teenage son, the son she'd been secretly fantasizing about for a while now and served as inspiration for the smut stories she'd written and uploaded to the internet, but of whom she'd never dreamed that he would actually do all the perverted things to her that he did, and was about to do.

The 34-year-old brown haired mother gave her boy the once over, trailing her eyes from his youthful face down his chest to his teenage cock, swollen and red. She loved them, his cock and balls, being bigger than she would have guessed. The boy wasn't overly long but had a really nice girth, as she had experienced when he stretched her mouth and pumped it. And his balls looked hot to her, almost like eggs in a loose, wrinkled sack. They would swing like pendulums as he moved his hips, and the horny, depraved woman imagined what it would be like if they pounded into her when he would fuck her. That's what always made it even better for her; not just a fat dick stretching her cunt open, sliding in and out, but the feeling and sound of a pair of large balls slapping at her chin, pussy or ass.

"I don't know, mom," Marty responded, breaking Steph's train of thought. "You drained my balls pretty good."

"Don't worry, honey. You're young. I'm sure those nice nuts of yours are already full of spunk. I'll get you up, you wait and see."

Steph looked her son straight in the eyes, her cheeks flushed; her face betraying incestuous lust, as she moved so she was lying back with her ass in Marty's direction. She pulled her knees up to her tits and spread her legs, completely exposing her soaking crotch to the boy. Marty looked at the delicious sight of his mom's snatch and already felt his flaccid but swollen cock stir. Immediately the scent wafting from between his mother's legs started becoming obvious to him again, invading his nostrils and making the boy realize just how hot it smelled; realizing how much he enjoyed eating his mother out and how much he'd like to do it in the future. He looked at his mother's crotch and touched himself, manipulating his dick slowly. The boy watched as Stephanie hornily trailed the fingers from one hand up and down her pussy; one finger on either side of her dripping gash, rubbing the inner labia up and down. He noticed the juices flowing, glistening in the light of the room, running down from her contracting vaginal opening into the crack of his mother's ass. He watched as her asshole pulsated along with her pussy muscles, the wrinkled tissue moving together and apart.

Marty's breathing went faster and his cock started growing in small fits as he watched his mother play with one of her tits with her other hand, squeezing the mound and then pinching and rolling the fat, swollen nipple between her thumb and index finger.

God, she looked so eatable, so succulent to him, lying there playing with herself for his viewing enjoyment. The woman never broke her stare at her son as she played with her tit and cunt, giving him a reason to get hard again, which he did.

Already he was half hard.

"That's right, baby," the woman cooed at her son. "Look at me. Look at me playing with my fucking tit and rubbing my cunt. Look at your mother's cunt. Don't you want to fuck it? Don't you want to stick your hot prick in my wet, juicy fuck hole and pound me, baby? Mommy would love a good hard pounding from her son. I want your cock in my pussy soooo bad..." Steph groaned hotly, using every technique she could think of to arouse her boy. "I'd love for you to shove it inside of me, inside my fucking snatch, and fuck me really deep, all the way to your hot balls."

Stephanie stretched her right leg out a bit, rubbing the sole of her foot along her son's naked thigh, up and down, digging her toes into his flesh here and there as she starting sluicing her fingers in and out of her sodden crevice. Her digits came out shining with pussy juice after first insertion, and it took only a few more insertions for the fingering to start making greasy squelching sounds. Her foot continued running up and down his legs as she watched him play with his growing cock, and screwed her cunt with three fingers from one hand as she squeezed a tit with the other hand. A wet spot had formed in the sheets right underneath her ass, from the juices that had collected there after it ran from her slit through her crack down to the bed.

"Yeahhh ... I wanna fuck you..." Marty finally muttered as he started moving his body, looking intensely at the sliding fingers between his mother's thighs.

"Come on, baby, Get over here between your mother's legs and stuff that fat cock of yours up her cunt. Get it in me quickly. I need you to fuck me so bad. I've fantasized about this so often, now. Ever since I found my panties in your room I've been thinking about you being nasty with me."

Steph could feel her pussy tightening around her fingers in anticipation as she watched her son move toward her, realizing it was going to happen. The ultimate act of taboo, foreplay excluded, was going to happen. Her own son was going to fuck her. She was going to feel his young body lying on top of her, between her legs, screwing away at her and she was going to love it. Every single sexy, perverted, nasty second of it. She was going to be exactly like her own created fictional characters, a fantasy made true.

Marty's prick was hard and swung from left to right between his legs as he crawled between his mother's legs. Just the feeling of naked flesh against naked flesh was hot enough, and even more so the feeling of his lower body between his mother's legs, but up to now his cock had never made contact with her pussy.

Before today, her crotch had always been hidden to him, behind skirt material, behind pants, jeans, and only once had he seen it behind nothing but the crotch of a pair of panties, when he accidentally caught her changing in the bathroom.

He had imagined it, yes, but never seen it and no fantasy had ever looked like the real thing, never looked as open and inviting, as wet and enticing.

He had smelled it from her dirty panties, but never pure and fresh from the source itself. He had tasted it faintly from the crotch of those same panties, but nothing was like tasting it freshly from right between her legs.

The teenage boy imagined his mother red-faced furious at him if she had found out about him using her panties to masturbate, but here she was, with her legs and cunt spread wide, especially for him; just for him. She hadn't been furious; she had been waiting for him to enjoy the real thing. All this time, lately, she had wanted nothing more than his face between her legs, his tongue lapping at her dripping cunt, his boner between her lips, his mouth on her tits. All the things he could come up with, she had been wanting, fantasizing about, at the same time that he was jerking off while smelling her twat on her dirty panties.

"Stick it in, hurry," Stephanie panted huskily as Marty positioned himself between her legs. "I want you inside of me. Fuck me. Jesus Christ, I want you to fuck me so much."

With her legs spread and her feet pointed in the air, using the fingers of both hands to keep her cunt spread wide open, she groaned as she felt her son direct his cock toward her hole. Her body squirmed as the boy's bulbous cock-head grazed her fat, knotted clit and slipped though her gash. And then she felt it pushed against her opening. She felt it push harder, spreading the hole open further until it started sliding inside. When she felt herself close behind the wide rim of her son's cock-head she couldn't help but yell out in arousal: "OHHH F-F-FFFUCCCKKK..."

It was as if her body forced the words out of her mouth from deep inside.

Marty panted as he pushed forward, forcing his cock deeper into the hot, wet, sucking furnace that was his mother's pussy. He watched as the meaty inner labia clasped around his shaft when he dilled deeper. He only had the head of his prick inside and the pussy was already nursing on it, the inner muscles rippling around it.

"Deeper, baby. Deeper," his mother grunted hoarsely, desperate to feel him sink more into her incestuous twat. Inch after inch disappeared inside his mother's hot gash until finally the rim of the woman's vaginal opening was clenching around the root of his prick and his balls were pressed against her round buttocks.

"Ooohh shit, baby. You're so fucking deep," the woman growled perversely, realizing every second that it was her own son that had his prick buried up her cunt to the balls, and reveling in it. She felt delicious feeling her teenage son's girth filling her up, spreading her open around him. She felt delicious feeling his hot balls pressing against her ass, the hairs on his sack tickling her crack. She felt delicious feeling his young body on top of her crotch, between her legs, and loved squeezing her thighs shut against his hips, trapping him between them.