Gerald was on his knees between April's spread legs, and he was just beginning to push the head of his cock between the dripping-wet lips of her cunt when the sound of the front door slamming echoed through the single-story ranch house. "Hi Gerry, I'm home!" a female voice called out.
April stiffened, her eyes going wide. "Jeepers, it's your mom! I thought you said she wasn't going to be home until later!"
"She wasn't supposed to be," Gerald sighed. "I told her..." He shrugged and started leaning forward, sliding more of his cock into April's pussy. "Anyway, forget her. She won't bother us."
"No!" April put her hand on Gerald's chest and started wriggling up the bed and away from him. "I can't do it with your mom right outside the--" she looked in the direction of the bedroom door and made a little squeak of fright. "The door isn't closed!" she said in a frantic whisper.
Gerald twisted around to look at the bedroom door behind him. Freed from April's cunt, his rigid cock jutted upward from his crotch at a sharp angle. At that moment, his mother Madeline appeared at the bedroom doorway, already speaking as she came into view. "Gerry honey, I was wondering-- Oh!" She stood frozen in place for a long moment, her eyes locked on her son's erect cock, which was standing in perfect profile from her point of view. "Oh," she finally said again. She lowered her gaze to the floor and at the same time brought her hand up in front of her eyes, as if to prevent herself from peeking. "I-- I'm sorry. Excuse me." She stepped backwards away from the doorway, and then her footsteps could be heard going back down the hall.
With a snort of exasperation, Gerald got up from the bed and closed his bedroom door. When he turned around again, April was already scrambling into her clothes.
"Oh my god, your mom saw me naked!" she said, fastening her bra and twisting it around to lay her breasts into the cups. "I'm gonna die. I'm totally gonna die. Your mom saw me naked and she saw us doing it. I am totally going to die."
Gerald sat on the edge of the bed, watching his girlfriend step into her panties. "Come on April," he said. "The door's closed now." He reached out to her arm, tugging her toward the bed.
"No way!" April snatched her arm away and bent to pick up her shorts. "I totally couldn't! Not after..." She glanced in the direction of the door. "God, I'm never going to be able to look your mom in the face again!" Her shorts on, she slipped her feet into her sandals. "Um, I'm sorry about leaving you, you know, like this." Her eyes flicked down to Gerald's hard cock. "I'll make it up to you some other time."
"Yeah, sure," Gerald said. He lay back on the bed, supporting himself on his elbows. "I'll see you in class tomorrow, huh?"
"Yeah." April went to the bedroom door and opened it a crack, peering out. Then she opened it further and slipped through it, trotting on tiptoes down the hall and toward the front door.
Gerald puffed out a loud sigh. Then he bolted up from his bed and grabbed the sweatpants that were hanging from the closet doorknob. A few seconds later he was stalking into the kitchen, his bare feet slapping on the tile floor. His mother was at the sink, filling a teakettle with water. "Damnit Mom," he said, "I told you I was having April over this afternoon. I told you not to come home early!"
Madeline turned to face her son. "Gerald," she began in a firm voice, and then she hesitated. Gerald was bare-chested, wearing only his sweatpants, and her eyes scanned over her son's sculpted chest muscles and the rippling washboard of his abdomen. "Gerald," she began again. "You are not permitted to use either that tone of voice or that sort of language when you speak to me. I'm your mother, and I'm entitled to some respect. I'm sorry about barging in on you. I guess I forgot about you asking me not to come home early."
Gerald's voice was harsh and plaintive. "Mom, this was the third time! How can you keep 'forgetting'?" He stressed the last word to show his disbelief.
"You can't expect to keep track of all your sexual dalliances, young man. I mean, who was this girl, anyway? Have I even met her, or is she just some floozy you picked up on the way home from school?" Madeline's eyes had drifted down to Gerald's crotch, where his erect cock was poking out a tent-like structure in the soft fabric of his sweatpants.
"That was April, Mom. You met her last Saturday. We've been going out for weeks, and this was our first time -- I mean it was supposed to be our first time."
Madeline folded her arms under her breasts. She was a small woman, and several inches shorter than her son. She wore her brown hair in soft curls that covered her ears and she was wearing a white blouse and a snug navy blue skirt. "Well I'm sorry, Gerald," she said, clipping out the words. "I'm sorry I spoiled your little roll in the hay. I apologize to you and to ... April, or whatever her name is."
Gerald chuckled ruefully. "No need to apologize to her, Mom. She had three screaming orgasms while I was going down on her."
"All right Gerald, I don't need all the explicit details--"
"Jesus, her pussy tasted good," Gerald interrupted. He tilted his head, his eyes unfocused as he reminisced. "And her tits were beautiful! Just perfect little handfuls..." Suddenly, with a breathy grunt, Gerald pushed down on the elastic waist of his pants, reached into them and brought out his cock, hooking the top of his pants under his balls.
"Gerald!" Madeline yelped. "What are you doing? Put that-- put that thing away!" As she spoke she turned away, facing toward the sink again.
Gerald held his cock in his fist, squeezing it and pumping his hand up and down. "Sorry Mom," he laughed. "It was getting bent and it hurt; I had to let it straighten out. Christ, I am so fucking close right now! I'm right on the edge!"
"Gerald, you're being disgusting!" Madeline said, speaking over her shoulder and avoiding looking at her son. "I don't know what's gotten into you. Now go to your room and ... do whatever you have to do to take care of that."
"Yeah, okay Mom." Gerald spoke slowly, breathing hard between the words. "I'll do that ... in just a second..." A moment passed in silence as he stood where he was, stroking his cock. "Jesus, your ass looks good in that skirt, Mom."
"What?" Madeline started to turn around but caught herself. "For god's sake Gerald, don't talk like that. I'm your mother!"
Gerald took a few steps forward, coming up close behind his mother. "Yeah," he said. "That makes it kind of kinky, doesn't it, Mom?" Suddenly his body was against hers, his chest to her back and his cock pressed into the furrow between her buttocks. At the same time he brought his hands up to her breasts, cupping one in each hand. Madeline made a wordless squeal of surprise, squirming in her son's embrace. She tried to twist around to face him, but his grip tightened, his hands mashing her breasts and his thrusting groin pinning her belly against the counter. Gerald dropped his head, nuzzling his face into the crook of his mother's neck, and then he began a rhythmic grunting, the sound coming from the back of his throat, each repetition accompanied by a hard thrust of his belly and his cock against her skirt-covered ass.
After a series of repetitions, Gerald's thrusting and grunting slowed and finally stopped. His crushing hold on his mother's body softened, though he kept his hands where they were. He held her for a time, breathing deeply, his head resting sideways on her shoulder. Then he kissed her on her neck, gently and lightly. "Jesus, that felt good," he said, laughing. He inhaled deeply and kissed her neck again. "I love this perfume of yours, Mom. Every time you wear it, I want to grab you and take all your clothes off and eat you up."
As if awoken from a daze by her son's last statement, Madeline stirred suddenly, a shiver running through her body. "Gerald ... What on earth has gotten into you?" She grabbed his wrists, pulling his hands away from her. "Let go of me! Get off me!" As Gerald released her and stepped back, she reached a hand around to the back of her skirt. "What have you done? Did you--?" She brought her hand back and looked at it; it was covered with a stringy, dribbling mass of semen. "Oh!" she cried out. "Gerald, how could you?"
Gerald took another step back from his mother, grinning sheepishly. His cock was beginning to soften, and a long thread of cum was hanging from the tip. "Sorry Mom," he said. "I guess I just kind of exploded."
"Oh!" Madeline said again, and then she turned and left the kitchen, walking quickly and holding her cum-laden hand away from her body.
Still grinning, Gerald watched his mother as she went down the hall, her bottom wiggling as she went, the movement emphasized by the splotchy puddle of jism on the back of her skirt. Then he tucked his cock into his sweatpants and went to his bedroom.
A couple of hours later Madeline called out to Gerald that supper was ready. As soon as the two of them were seated at the table, she said, "Gerald, about what happened this afternoon. I just want to say that I know that with a teenager's hormones, sometimes a boy's impulses and ... and lusts can get a little out of control. So we'll just chalk the whole business up to that, and we'll never speak about it again. Is that clear?"
Gerald smiled innocently. "Sure Mom. Say, that little dress looks really good on you. Is it new?"
Madeline was wearing a sleeveless cotton dress. "Um, no. It's just an old summer dress I don't wear very often. I ... I didn't have anything else handy to change into."
Gerald nodded, staring at the snug bodice over his mother's breasts. "Sorry about your skirt, Mom. I'll pay the dry cleaning bill, okay?"
Madeline's cheeks reddened and she avoided her son's eyes. "That's all right. It's hand-washable, fortunately. I certainly wouldn't want to take it to the cleaners with that kind of a stain-- Gerald, I told you, we weren't to speak about that-- that incident again!"
Gerald smiled again. "Okay Mom."
After finishing their meal, Gerald and Madeline were clearing the table. "You know, Mom," Gerald said, "I've been thinking that I should start doing more around the house. Like getting supper ready sometimes and things like that. After all, I'm not a kid any more, and with Dad gone I figure I should be acting more like the man of the house."
"Um ... that sounds nice, Gerry. That's very mature of you."
Gerald came up beside his mother and put his arm around her waist. "And speaking as the man of the house, I like how you aren't wearing a bra underneath that dress, Mom. It really shows off the nice shape of your tits."
"Gerald, really!" Madeline hissed, twisting away from Gerald and walking quickly out of the room.
Shortly after Madeline had gone to bed that night, Gerald knocked on her bedroom door and went in without waiting for a response. "Hey Mom," he said. "We didn't get much time to talk tonight, so I thought I'd come in and say goodnight." He walked over to her bed and sat down, angled to face her. Light from the hall shone across his mother's face and the shape of her body under the sheet.
"Oh, goodnight Gerr--" Madeline broke off with a gasp. "Gerald! You're naked!"
"Well, sure Mom. That's how I like to sleep these days, and I figure you've already seen me, so--"
"That's not the point, Gerald! You-- you're-- you have--"
Gerald followed his mother's gaze and looked down at his own crotch, where his erect cock was jutting up. "Oh, you mean my stiffy?" He casually wrapped his hand around his hard-on and stroked it. "Yeah, I get like that a lot, Mom. I guess I'll jerk off before I go to sleep."
"Gerald, this is completely inappropriate--" Madeline's voice faded suddenly when Gerald rested his hand on her thigh, caressing her through the sheet and her nightgown.
Gerald sniffed the air. "It smells good in here, Mom. Were you playing with yourself before I came in?"
Madeline's eyelids fluttered and her parted lips trembled. "Gerald, you mustn't do this," she said in a whisper.
With a flick of his wrist, Gerald lifted the sheet off his mother's leg. Then he put his hand on her thigh again, his skin now separated from hers only by the fabric of her satin nightgown. "Do what, Mom?" He slid his hand up her thigh until his forefinger was pressed to her pussy, pushing the satin up between her outer cunt lips.
"You mustn't ... touch me like that," Madeline murmured. "You mustn't be trying to seduce me ... To make me want you..." She lowered her eyes to her son's erection. "To make me want you..."
Gerald was moving his fingers up and down, massaging Madeline's pussy, rubbing the now-wet satin across her cunt lips and clit. "Do you want me, Mom?" he asked.
"No..." Madeline whispered. And then, "Yes ... No ... Yes..." Then she moaned, flexing her stomach muscles to push her cunt down harder against Gerald's fingers. "I'm your mother ... We mustn't ... I'm your mother!"
"Yeah," Gerald chuckled as he climbed onto the bed, throwing the sheet completely off his mother's body and lifting the front of her nightgown up above her waist. He put his hand between her legs again, now caressing her bare cunt and sliding his fingers up and down in her wetness. "That makes it kind of kinky, doesn't it, Mom?"
"Oh god," Madeline whimpered, closing her eyes. Her arms were out straight at her sides, her hands closed into tight fists.
Continuing to stroke his mother's cunt with one hand, Gerald used his other hand to lift and move her legs one at a time so they were spread wide. Then he lay down on his stomach between her thighs, shimmying down the bed so that his face was over her pussy and his legs were dangling off the end of the bed. "I'm just going to kiss you goodnight, okay Mom?" he said, and moving his hand away from her pussy, he lowered his face until his pursed lips touched lightly on the slick pink pearl of her clit. He pressed down, made a smacking sound and lifted his face again. "Just a little kiss goodnight, right Mom? There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
"Oh," Madeline sighed, lifting her belly towards her son's face. "Oh Gerry. Oh my god."
Gerald was grinning. "Another kiss, Mom?"
"Please, Gerry. Please don't."
Ignoring his mother's words, Gerald lowered his face again, this time extending his tongue and pressing it down along Madeline's cunt and clit, opening his mouth wide to get as much contact as he could between his lips and tongue and his mother's pussy. He pushed his face down until his nose was buried in the soft, tickling nest of her pubic hair and then curled his tongue forward, slipping it up into his mother's cunt and inside her body as far as it would reach. A long, sighing breath came from Madeline's parted lips.
For several minutes Gerald kept his mouth tight to Madeline's cunt. He lapped at her, sometimes using the flat of his tongue to make broad, luxurious caresses, other times teasing her relentlessly by giving her clit delicate, whisper-soft flicks with just the tip of his tongue. At still other times he would close his mouth around the upper part of her pussy and suck on her, drawing her clit up into his mouth. On and on he continued, working endless variations between his tongue and mouth and her clit, cunt lips, and pussy. Through all of this, Madeline said nothing, only moaning and whimpering as she writhed on the bed, turning her head first one way and then the other, occasionally reaching down to her son's head to run her fingers through his curly black hair.
Finally Gerald lifted his head from between his mother's thighs, wiping her juices from his face with his hand.
"Oh, Gerry sweetheart, don't stop," Madeline moaned. "Please, I need just a little more."
Gerald was already sitting up on his folded legs, holding his rigid cock in his fist. "How about we do something else for a while, okay Mom?" he said.
Madeline lifted her head up from her pillow, looking down at her son's cock. "Are you going to fuck me now, Gerald? Are you going to put your cock inside me?"
"Yes Mom," Gerald said softly. "I'm going to fuck you." Madeline's nightgown was still bunched up at her waist, and he lifted it up her body. "Let's take this off, Mom."
Without speaking, Madeline sat up and lifted the nightgown over her head. As she lay back down she spread her legs wide and propped herself up on her elbows, gazing down at her pussy and her son's cock, now almost touching. Gerald leaned forward over her, reaching out to one of her big, soft breasts, fondling it and then releasing it after a moment to do the same with the other. Then he leaned back again and took his cock in his fist, bending it down so that the head was pointed at the entrance to his mother's cunt. He shifted forward slightly, and his cockhead came into contact with the warm, wet pussy. He moved it around in circles, getting the head slick with her juices.
Then Gerald shifted forward again, and the first inch of his cock disappeared inside his mother. Madeline gasped sharply, her eyes wide and fixed on the place where her son's body and hers were joined. Gerald slid another inch in, and she gasped again. "Oh Gerry," she said. "Oh, my beautiful son, my gorgeous boy ... I've wanted you for so long. Even when you were little I used to think about taking you to bed, spreading my legs for you, showing you how to put your hard little thing inside your mother..." She paused to take a deep, trembling breath as Gerald began moving his cock back and forth, sliding the first few inches in and out of her. "And now ... now you're a big, beautiful boy, and your cock is huge ... A huge, wonderful cock to fill up your mommy's cunt!" She brought her arms forward so she was no longer supporting herself on her elbows and lay back, at the same time reaching out to put her hands on Gerald's hips. "Put all of your cock inside me now, Sweetheart. Lie on top of me and give mommy all of your cock!"
Gerald did as he was told, leaning forward and lying full-length along his mother's body. As he did this his cock slid deeper and deeper inside her, until he was buried to the very root. "That's all of it, Mom," he said, his face hovering above hers.
Madeline lay frozen, her mouth open but no breath coming from her, she stared up into her son's face with her eyes wide and glazed. Then suddenly she moved convulsively, throwing both arms around Gerald's neck and pulling his head down, mashing his lips against her own. In this position of frenzied, spasmodic kissing, Madeline began to scream, as much as a woman can scream when her mouth is sealed tight to another mouth. The sound was muffled and high-pitched and ragged, interrupted occasionally by desperate, gasping breaths through her nose, and was accompanied by a shuddering and twitching of her body. Over and over she thrust her pelvis upward as if hoping to take still more of her son's cock inside her, and again and again she clutched and pulled his body against hers, her hands slipping across the skin of his back and buttocks.
Madeline stayed in her spasming stasis of orgasm for an endless, timeless span. Then, finally and suddenly, she relaxed. Her arms fell back beside her body and her head dropped into her pillow and then lolled to the side. Her mouth was open and slack and her eyes were half-closed and focused on nothing.
Gerald braced himself up on his arms to look down at his mother. "Wow, Mom," he chuckled, pumping his cock in and out of her cunt at an unhurried pace. Several seconds passed with no movement or response from Madeline. "Mom?" Gerald said. Holding himself up with one arm, he put his free hand to her face, turning her head toward him. Still Madeline seemed almost lifeless, her breath gurgling in the back of her throat. "Mom?" Gerald said again, more loudly. "Are you okay Mom?" With his hand holding her chin, he gave her head a shake, and then another shake.
Madeline blinked, then coughed. "What?" she said. "Gerry? What happened, Sweetheart?"
Gerald laughed with relief. "I think you just had a really big orgasm, Mom." He started raising and lowering his hips again, fucking at a faster pace.
"What Gerry?" Madeline's eyes scanned around the darkened room. "What time is it, Sweetie? I can't seem to--" Then Gerald made an especially deep thrust, and she caught her breath. "Oh, that feels good Sweetheart." Suddenly her eyes focused on his face. "Gerry? Are you fucking me?"
"Yes Mom, I'm fucking you." Gerald was pumping faster now, his breath deepening.
"Have-- have we been fucking for long? I can't remember ... Wait ... I think it's coming back ... Was tonight-- is this our first time, Gerry?"
"Yeah Mom. Our first time fucking," Gerald gasped. "I love being in your cunt, Mom. It feels ... fucking ... amazing!"
Madeline brought her hands up to Gerald's back and ass, pulling at him. "My god, what an orgasm you gave me, Sweetheart!"
Gerald grinned down at his mother and then lowered his face to hers, kissing her on the lips. His back was arching and flexing as he drew his cock out of her cunt and thrust it back in.
"Oh, Gerry," Madeline sighed when their lips separated. "Your cock feels so wonderful. I've always wanted you, Sweetheart; did I tell you that? Always wanted you just like this, in my bed, between my legs, lying on top of me, your cock inside me..." She paused to kiss her son again, and then continued, her words coming between quick, gasping breaths. "Are you going to come, Baby? Are you going to come in your mommy's pussy? Are you going to shoot inside me, Sweetheart?"
Instead of answering, Gerald began making raspy grunts, synchronized with rough, slamming thrusts of his cock into his mother's belly. These grew louder and louder, until they were like throaty roars, finally culminating with one long, shuddering rumble coming from deep in his chest as his body convulsed in a rapid-fire series of thrusts that jolted Madeline's body, driving her ass down into the mattress.
"Yes, yes, yes," Madeline chanted, clutching at her son's buttocks, her eyes closed tight, her body shivering through its own orgasm. "Give it to mommy. Give it all to mommy!"
When Gerald woke the next morning in his mother's bed, Madeline was already up. He got up himself and went into the kitchen, his erect cock leading the way. Madeline was at the counter, spooning coffee into the coffee maker. She was wearing a heavy, floor-length bathrobe. Gerald came up behind her, hugging her and reaching one hand inside her bathrobe to cup a breast. "Good morning, Mom," he said, kissing the side of her neck.
"Gerald," Madeline began, taking hold of her son's wrist to pull his hand away from her body, "we need to talk."