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DDM (07/13)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
WARNING!
The following story contains detailed descriptions of sex acts between
family members (incest), and between humans and animals (bestiality).
If you are offended by such material, please stop reading now!
<< Danny Does Mom / Part 5a >>
Chapter 5
Danny refrained from teasing. He seemed competant in his
examination, using his fingers only to lay her pussy lups further open
and to
explore the consistancy of each type of flesh he found, but even those
contacts acted as powerful stimuli. Helen gasped frequently and moaned
from time to time. By concentrating exclusivly on her hips, she kept them
still, but her belly writhed almost continuously.
At last her son straightened and gazed across her trembling body into
her eyes. "Okay, I guess I've got a good picture of the parts." he said.
He
frowned as if trying to recall something. "Oh! I forgot!" He bent again
and put
his fingers to her pussy.
She dragged in a huge lungful of air as she felt him pealing back the
fleshy hood over her clitoris. "AGHHH!" Her hips leaped.
Danny winced but continued his exploration, feeling the slopes and
rubbing the tip of the tiny lump.
"Ah! . . . Ah! . . . " Helen's hips writhed as she swung them from side
to
side.
Danny took his hands away and straightened again. She saw beads of
perspiration on his upper lip and he wiped his forehead with the back of
his
hand. "That was your clitoris, then," he said.
"Yes!" she panted. "I'm sorry I couldn't hold still. That's the most
sensitive spot a woman has, Son."
"It's okay. I could see it pretty good. It's awful little, though, isn't
it?"
"Yes. It does swell, though. It's like a man's penis."
"Yeah?" He glanced down at her pussy again. "Thanks, Mom. That gets
the old stuff out of the way."
"Old stuff?"
"Well, you know how they are in school. They do all the stuff they call
'basic' first. Like anatomy in this course. And then there's a lot of jazz
about how a baby develops and gets born. After that, they seperate the
class. Mr. Duffy's got us guys now: he's going into stuff about marriage
relations. I really need help seeing what he's getting at there!"
Helen stiffened. "Like what?" she demanded.
"Like stimulus centers and reactions."
She heaved a sigh of relief. She'd visualized his wanting to explore the
mechanics of insertion. "Well . . . " she hesitated. "That's going to be
tougher,
Son."
"How come?"
She knew if she let him expiriment in the techniques of stimulation
she wasn't going to be able to maintain any semblance of calm. It was
barely possible she might lose control of herself, altogether, and grab
him
in her passion. She couldn't let herself forget that strange inner
excitement
she sometimes felt about him. On the other hand if it was legitimate for
him to examine her as he had, it was surely legitimate for him to see for
himself how various sensual centers could be used to affect the woman's
responses.
"Sexual stimulas afects involuntary nerves," she said slowly. "I know I
couldn't cooperate right. There's a natural efort sometimes to interfere -
the sensation's just too strong to take, even though it's wonderful."
Danny nodded, his face clouding with disappointment.
"Look, Danny," she said impulsively. "What time is it?"
He glanced at his watch. "Three."
"All right. There's time and there's a way. Run back to my room and get
two or three pairs of my nylons."
Danny scowled, perplexed, then shrugged and turned. Helen smiled
through her turmoil to note that he litterally ran. In a moment, he was
back
with a handful of her stockings. He still showed no sign of understanding.
"I don't get it, Mom."
"I know. The problem is my being able to stay in one place so you can
keep at a spot long enough to find out what it does."
"Yeah," he nodded.
"There's only one way to be sure of that. Tie me in the right position."
His eyes widened and he stared at her incredulously. "Tie you!"
"It's all right. It won't hurt me, and you can go at whatever speed turns
out to be right. But you'll have to realize I'm going to act differantly
from
what you've ever seen me do before."
"Okay. How shall I tie you?"
"Better get my hands out of the way, for one thing." She extended her
arms as if she meant for him to spread-eagle her.
Danny quickly lashed her wrists, securing the stockings from each to
one of the table legs. She trembled.
"We'll want to finish before five forty-five," she reminded him. "I
wnat to be presentable by the time your father gets home."
He stared at her. "That's a long time!"
"A lot more than you need. I just don't want you to get preoccupied and
forget what time it's getting to be."
"Okay!" There was awe in his tone. "Gee! I can really take my time!" He
looked hungrily at her breasts and she winced. "What next? I've got your
hands."
"Well, I'd certainly try to clamp my legs together."
"Oh! Okay!" He knotted a stocking around each of her thighs, at the
knee, and fastened the loose ends to the table legs, spreading her crotch
tautly. Without consulting her, he then used a third pair of her nylons,
looping them on her ankles, and to her amazement, runing the free ends to
her shoulders, where he tied each to an upper arm, pulling her heels
against
the sides of her buttocks.
"Danny! My goodness!"
"Well, that'll keep you from moving your knees much."
She laughed shakily. "I can move my feet, though."
"How?"
She raised her feet and realized that there wasn't enough length in the
hose to let her move them more than a few inches. "I take it back," she
mumbled. "They aren't going anywhere."
"Do you mind if I talk to myself once in a while?" her son asked.
"No."
"What if I forget and use the wrong word?"
"There are no 'wrong words', Danny," she reassured him. "Only words
that are more appropriate at one time than another. Don't worry about it.
Just concentrate on one thing at a time."
He grinned and came to her side. "I know this isn't going to seem roght,
Mom, but Mr. Duffy said the lips were the first zone."
"Mmph! Well, all right."
He took her face between his hands and bent close, touching her lips
with his. The first contact was light and dry, no more erotic that their
customary goodnight kiss. But his lips worked on her and the pressure
increased and their mouths got wet. Her son's kiss was transformed by some
alchemy she made no effort to understand to that of a lover. Warmth seeped
through her and she let her lips part, touching his with her tongue tip.
His
tongue darted out to meet hers and then drove into her mouth. She gulped
and began to suck. 'Like a symbol for a penis!' she thought. 'Even if it
is just
his tongue in my mouth, he's got part of him inside me! My own son!' The
concious admission at a moment when sexual desire was making her writhe
horrified her. She tugged at the nylons and whimpered in her throat. She
was
writhing sensually by the time Danny raised his mouth from hers.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "That works!" He flushed. "On me, too."
She glanced at his trouser front and saw that it was tented.
'He's got a beautiful cock,' she thought. 'I know he has! It was
beautiful
when he was little.' Pride surged in her and she had an irrisistable
longing
to see what kind of a man her son was becoming.
"Danny, did Mr. Duffy say anything about visual stimulus?"
"Yeah. He said men got a lot more excited looking at things than most
women."
"That's true, I think. When a man's doing things to her, though, seeing
his body stimulates her."
"Yeah? It does? Hey, okay if I get undressed, then?"
"Yes." She tried to shake off the guilty feeling that washed over her.
Danny shed his clothes with adolescent awkwardness. She studied his
body. He had fine shoulders, as she already knew, and his belly was flat
and
hard, more like a man's than a boy's. His hips were narrow and taut
looking
and his cock stood proud and thick. Circumcised (because the doctor had
spoken of cleaning problems and the danger of infections), the head was a
great, meaty bulb, nearly black with its charge of trapped blood. The
shaft
was frightening for its diameter; she guessed it was considerably thicker
than her wrist and knew it was far bigger than either Art's or Barry's.
That's his Indian half, she thought with a thrill of pride. But God,
could
a woman really take that!
Danny returned and bent over her again. When he did his cock rested on
the edge of the table, rigid and hard-looking. He played with her breasts,
squeezing them gently, massaging them, and experimenting with her nipples.
She had no idea how much of her resulting excitement resulted from his
manipulations and how much from her painful awareness of the situation.
Regardless, desire flamed in her and she lashed about on the table, her
hips
rocking fom side to side and her pussy pulsing with eagerness.
Danny ran his hands over her body, fingering her curves with a smile
on his lips. "Duffy says ther's lots of secondary centers all over the
body,"
he remarked. "Someday I'll learn more about them on you. Right now, I want
to be sure I see what the primary ones do." He went back to her crotch.
He caressed her pussy lips gently, the light touch shooting fierce
waves of pleasure through her and producing vigerous undulations in her
hips.
She moaned happily. "Oooh, that feels good, Son! Mmmm!"
He ran a fingertip around the rim of her opening and she grabbed a taut
stocking in each hand and pulled furiously.
"Oh! . . . " she gasped. "Oh, Danny!"
His fingers left her for an instant, and then she felt them stripping
back the hood pf her clitoris.
"Mmmm!" She bucked violently. "Aghhh!"
He coated the tiny organ with thick juice from her vagina and began to
rub it. She lost all control of her actions, thrashing in her bonds and
moaning loudly. The pleasure that flooded her was so intense it hurt, and
a
vast hunger grew in the mouth of her pussy. While Danny continued to
massage her clitoris with the finger of one hand, those of the other hand
returned to her labia.
"Don't get mad, Mom, but . . . Well, this was one of the centers." He
slipped a finger up into her, twisting it back and forth and jabbing it
in and
out.
"Ohhh! . . . Ahhh! . . . I'm not . . . mad! . . . It is one! . . . Oh,
Danny! . . . Son! .
. . Ram it hard!"
He jammed the finger in to it's knuckle.
"Use . . . use two! . . . Maybe three! . . . Omigod, Son! . . . Ooooh! .
. .
She felt a great increase in fullness and knew Danny had inserted
more fingers. She slammed herself onto his hand repeatedly, her pleasure
driving her past caring how she looked to him. She became aware of
slippery
strokes over her rectum.
"What's . . . that?" she panted.
"My thumb, Mom."
"Oh."
His thumb paused over her tightly closed anus and pushed. She felt her
sphincter stretching to admit it and tilted her head back.
"DANNY! . . . AGHHH! . . . " She cried out and let her ass flail on the
hugeness of his buried thumb. "My God, Son! Omigod!"
"I got stuff up your vagina and your ass, Mom." His voice sounded horse
to her. "It sure makes you move around!"
"God, yes! It's going to make me have an orgasm!"
"Yeah? Really?"
"MMM! . . . Yes! . . . "
"Mom, he said the biggest stimulus of all was . . . well . . . "
She gazed groggiliy at her son. He stood erect, both hands hidden
behind the forest of pubic her hair, his enormous cock jutting over her.
The
shaft pulsed and there was a strand of clear mucus dangling from the slit
in
the angry-looking head. His pubic hair was black and thick and she
recalled
with a shiver the great size of his balls. Suddenly she realized what he
was
hinting.
"No, Danny! Not that! No, for God's sake!" But why not? she asked
herself in a flash of recklessness. Why not? That's part of it! "All
right,
Danny! He's right!" she conceaded. "Go ahead!"
Danny trembled violently as he withdrew his hands. He seized the huge
shaft and guided the head down to her cuntmouth. His face expressed wonder
as his heat and hers mingled and she began to open to his pressure. She
felt
the head sink through the firm rim of her labia and glide slowly up the
length of her vagina, that hard shaft stroking inward after it.
She thrust herself onto the intruding prick, her buttocks quivering and
tight and her belly hard.
"Ahhh!" She bubbled with joy. "Ahhh!"
At her first movement her sons hips surged forward to drive his prick
to its limit in her and his pelvic bone slammed onto the outer flesh of
her
pussy. He jerked his hips back, withdrwing the buried cock until the head
lay
just inside her labia, then rammed it home again. She cried out and flung
herself onto the driving prick. Her son's thrusts accelerated and he
banged
violently at her.
"Mom! Mom! I can't stop!" A deep note of panic rang in his voice and he
had an anguished expression on his face. "Mom! I didn't mean to! I just
wanted to see what it did to you! I didn't mean to fuck you all the way!"
She saw the depth of his distress and urged him. She soothed him with
a gentle urgency. "It's all right, darling! It's all right! Fuck me,
darling! Go
ahead and fuck me! It's all right, Son!"
His cock slammed back and forth savagely and her cunt flamed. She
felt as if the shaft were crushing her tissues against the bony circle of
her
pelvis and his cockhead were displacing all her organs. His anguish had
cleared, replaced by ecstacy, and his hands kneaded her waist and pulled
her
buttocks against his thighs.
"Yes, yes, darling!" she panted.
"Mom! I'm gonna . . .
"It's okay, honey. Let it happen."
"Mom! . . . Mom! . . . ," he croked with excitment. Then, with a note of
triumph, "Here it comes! . . . Unnnh! . . . "
His cock shaft pulsed sharply and hot jism seethed into her vagina,
filling her belly with foreign heat. She clamped the rim of her cunt on
his
cock, squeezing with hard contractions and praying for her own orgasm.
Danny broke into convulsive tremors and the great cock went limp and soft.
He pulled it out instantly, great drops of sweat pouring from him.
"Mom!" he murmured brokenly and came around the table to hold her
face. "Oh, Mom, I'm sorry!"
"Danny, baby," she whispered. "Oh, Danny! How did it feel, Son?"
"Jesus, Mom! Like nothing I ever felt before!" He grinned bashfully. "You
got awful excited, didn't you."
I still am! she thought. She nodded and smiled. "You found all the spots,
Son. There's still a lot to learn, though."
"There is?"
"Yes. Maybe I'd better teach you while all this is fresh in your mind."
"Would you, Mom?"
"Yes. You might as well untie me now."
"You know? That was kind of fun. Having you tied up, I mean. I like
that."
"Well, maybe I'll let you do it again sometime."
"Oh, Mom! Would you! Please?"
"Yes."
"Promise?"
She laughed and hard thrill raced through her. "I promise."
"Wow!" Danny shouted.
He untied her quickly, and she went back to the bathroom, where she
douched and washed. As an afterthought, she sprayed herself with her best
cologne. When she returned to the front of the house, Danny was sprawled
in
an armchair in the livingroom. He glanced up at her entry, astounded at
her
continued nakedness.
"Time for more of the lesson," she said with mock formality.
"What are you going to teach me now?"
"Let's demonstrate instead of talk. Okay?"
"Sure."
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