Ginny’s income reached an all-time high, over $60,000 a year. Malcolm, meanwhile, pulled in a few thousand selling her nude image. That was enough to give him spending money and pay a token part of the rent.
Malcolm was a normal, horny teenage boy. He had no particular kink about his mom, but she was basically the only good-looking female who’d give hm the time of day — he’d tried chatting with a couple of hotties at school and they’d shot him down quickly. The sex ed films at school had been designed to scare the hell out of students about pregnancy and STD’s so Malcolm had cruised along the path of porn and self-reliance.
Now that he’d seen his mom naked, though, porn just didn’t cut it. This was a hottie living right here under the same roof. Her pussy mesmerized him — he kept freeze-framing those images while he rubbed himself off. He had to have more of her.
One Saturday afternoon when she hadn’t had to work at the store Ginny showered around four, planning to do some shopping before her night at the club. When she came out of the bathroom in her robe she didn’t notice Malcolm sitting in a stuffed chair in a corner on the same wall as the bathroom. She opened a closet, picked out a dress, and nearly jumped out of her skin when she turned back toward the bed.
“Malcolm! What are you doing here?!”
“Enjoying the view, Ma. I want to watch you get dressed.”
“You can’t do that, Malcolm! I’m your mother!”
“Well, someone ought to see you. You aren’t dancing at the club, are you?”
“No! I told you, I won’t do that!”
“Well it’s a crime, Ma, you’ve got a smokin’ hot bod, and no one is ever supposed to see it? That’s not right. Come on, Ma, let me watch.”
She flushed with embarrassment mixed with arousal — her nipples hardened, her pussy tingled, her pulse raced, she could hardly breathe. She walked slowly to her dresser, pulled out nylons, lacy bra and panties, put them next to the dress on the bed, then opened her robe, her eyes never meeting his. She could feel him drinking her in, however.
Putting the robe aside she faced toward him, totally naked, giving him a fine view of her pussy and tits. Then she put the bra in place. He knew (from checking her drawers) she usually wore 34C or 33D. She stuffed her melons in and clasped it in the back.
Next she sat on the edge of the bed and took one of the nylons. He jumped up, “Allow me!” He knelt in front of her, running his hands up and down her smooth legs, then took the nylon, rolled it into place, did the same for the other one, and finally ran his hands again over her legs. “So smooth, so wonderful, so sexy, Ma!” She shivered with arousal and pleasure.
He stood up, as did she, then he surprised her again, leaning down to plant a kiss full on her lips. “Love you, Ma!” He turned and left the room, leaving her stunned and very turned on — she could feel his hands on her legs and his lips covering hers. She felt shame — this was her son! — along with arousal she hadn’t felt since her one and only lover so long ago.
She went off to shop and work, lost in an erotic dreamland. Had she been counting she would’ve noticed a record number of pinches, spanks and gropes; one guy reached under her dress and flat-out squeezed her entire pubic area. She just wagged her finger at him and smiled when he let go. Her tips that night were a personal best.
Back home, when she plopped down in front of the TV, Malcolm sat next to her, put his arm around her and pulled her close. She didn’t protest — it felt so good the way he held her. That ‘Love you, Ma!’ rang in her ears. After a long cuddle she got up and headed for her bedroom; her son followed her in.
He took her hands and sat on the edge of the bed. “Look, Ma, could you do me a favor?” He unbuckled his belt.
“Oh, Malcolm, no, I couldn’t…” her voice trailed off as he fished out his hard-on. Her mouth went dry; her eyes gazed at the cock.
“Help me out here, Ma.” He moved one of her hands to his tool.
She touched his shaft and he bucked slightly; she felt a shiver of desire. She ran her nails lightly down and back up his hard, veiny shaft. A drop of pre-cum formed on top of his mushroomy, circumcised head. He put his hands on her shoulders, pushed her down to her knees, then pulled her head toward his cock.
“Come on, Ma, help me out, put your pretty lips on it.” He pushed the head into her lips; she opened them and took him in her mouth.
“That’s it, Ma, lick it Ma, oh god that feels good.” She bobbed her head up and down, licking and sucking while her fingers closed around the base of his shaft, squeezing and stroking.
“Oh fuck that’s good, Ma, keep going Ma, you’re such a good Ma, oh yeah, make me cum, Ma! I’m gonna cum!” He bucked hard, his cock began pumping out jizz, she sputtered and tried to pull her head back but he held her in place a minute, then she jerked free. He shot a load on her face, then her hair. Some of it dripped onto her cleavage and dress.
“Made a mess outa ya, Ma! That was great! You look so sexy with my cum on your face!”
“Oh, Malcolm, I shouldn’t have, you’re my son…”
“It’s OK, Ma, whose gonna know? I really needed that, I get so horny and you know I’m not any good with girls, so I gotta have you, Ma, you’re my only hope. You take good care of me, Ma. You’re so hot and sexy and you take good care of me.”
She felt so ashamed and turned on. His words rang in her ears. She’d spent nineteen years taking care of him. She wasn’t going to stop now.
She stood up. “I’ve got to clean up and get ready for bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Malcolm went to the door, paused, said “I love you, Ma. You know that, right?”, left the room and closed her door. Her hand went to her face and hair and coated her fingers with sticky, white goo. She licked them off, savoring the salty evidence of his love.
Malcolm’s cock was already hard again. He checked the web cam — the audience had more than doubled. He relished the afterglow of his orgasm and the prospect of money rolling in. He knew he could do better on both counts.
The next day Ginny worked at both the store and the club, but the day after she only had hours at the club. Malcolm asked her, “Ma, can you get ready early? I’ve got some stuff I want to do before dropping you off.”
“Sure, honey, what stuff?”
“Just stuff. Won’t take too long.”
She put down her magazine and headed to the master bathroom for a shower. Malcolm stripped himself, moved the stool from the vanity to near the bathroom door, sat and waited.
When she stepped into the bedroom wearing a towel he grabbed her from behind, spun her around and covered her lips with a hungry kiss. She broke free. “Malcolm! What are you doing! You’re naked!”
“I know, Ma. I need you so bad.” He pushed her onto the bed, ripped away the towel and climbed on top of her, pushing her legs apart and inserting a knee between them.
“No! Malcolm! Stop! This is wrong!”
“Come on, Ma, who’s gonna know? Don’t you want me, Ma? How long has it been?” He forced his other leg in between hers and spread his knees to open her up.
“No, Malcolm, we can’t…”
“Sure we can, Ma. We love each other, don’t we?”
“Not that way!” Her pussy was on fire, though — she so badly wanted it that way!
He pinned her arms above her head with one hand, fondled her tits with the other, pinching, pulling and rubbing her nipple. He licked the other nipple, then sucked the tit into his mouth. She moaned, unable to protest further.
He rubbed his cock along her pussy lips, then flicked a finger against her clit several times. She thrashed and moaned, he lined his dick up and began forcing it in with steady pressure while playing with her tits.
The web site was flashing Mother and Son! Once he was all the way in he began a steady in-and-out stroke. “Oh, Ma, this feels so good! Doesn’t it, Ma?
“Yes! Yes! Keep it up! Oh god help me!” He mashed her clit and she shattered, but he’d jacked off earlier to help his stamina and he kept pounding her, harder and faster. She had one orgasm after another before he filled her with his cum.
He lay on top of her awhile, then rolled off and pulled her into his arms. “There, Ma, wasn’t that good?
“Yes, darling. But you came inside me — I don’t have any protection!”
“Wouldn’t you like another baby, Ma? A little brother or sister for me?”
“But we’re so closely related! Isn’t that dangerous?
“Not especially, unless you have a known problem like hemophilia or cystic fibrosis in your family history.”
“You’ve got an answer for everything, dear. I’m the worst mother in the world, letting my son fuck me and enjoying it.”
“You’re the best mother in the world, Ma! And the sexiest!” He gave her a long, passionate kiss. Finally she pulled away.
“Now I’d better get ready for work, dearest.” She sat up on the edge of the bed, overwhelmed with conflicting emotions — the sex had been terrific, she loved the feel of his arms, his lips, his body pressed against hers, yes, the feel of his hard dick sliding in and out of her, but she wasn’t supposed to feel that way about her son!
“Ma?” He was propped up on one arm.
“Yes, dear?”
His hands grabbed her and began tickling everywhere; she dissolved into giggles and tried to escape but he was relentless. She laughed and screamed and begged him to stop. Finally he gave her another kiss and let go. “I love you, Ma.”
She felt light and happy. “I love you, too, dear-heart.” She got up, dressed, fixed her makeup while he watched, then he took over brushing her hair and putting on her nylons and high heels.
They ate out at a ‘gourmet’ fast food place (his treat) before he dropped her at work. She positively glowed; the strippers and other waitresses exchange knowing glances but no one quizzed or teased her.
That evening he kissed her when he picked her up, then ravished her when they got home. Afterwards they cuddled like spoons in the bed. As usual for a young man, he woke up hard during the night; he pulled down her night panties, cupped her boobs under her night gown, and gently rocked his hips, working his tool into her slit. She woke up with a start, momentarily panicking until she realized who was doing what to her, then relaxed and let him have his way.
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