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DDM (09/13)
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 6 >>
Chapter 6
Danny objected to her dressing for supper. He showed no reluctance
to putting his own clothes on, but he wanted her to remain nude.
"Honey, I'm not going to work in the kitchen naked. That's all there is
to it."
"Aw, Mom! Well, at least you don't have to wear anything but pants
and bra."
"Well . . . " She giggled at his determination. "All right, hon. We'll
compromise."
"I'll go get them for you."
"Oh, all right." She waited, relieved to be alone for a few moments. It
was a shock to discover how much desire still burned in her. She realized
she was eager for her son to return - that she fiercely wanted him to
stare at h er naked body again.
When Dan came back with her panties and bra, he took her in his
arms before giving them to her. He kissed her tenderly, then turned her so
her side was against him and ran his hand lovingly over her front. She
thrust out her belly and squirmed at the feel of his fingers. He caressed
her tits and rubbed her belly. And when his hand slid over her pubic hair
and between her thighs she thrust her knees apart and ground her hips in
circles.
"Good," she whispered. "Oh, but I like that, Son!"
He released her at last after he had her quivering and mumbling to
herself. She took the wispy garments from him and laughed.
"How did you know I had these? Why, I've never had them on!"
He grinned as she held up the panties. "I was looking for the ones
with the least material," he admitted. "Those were at the back of the
drawer, that's all."
"They're hardly pants at all, Danny!"
"But they are, and I brought them. So that's what you wear. You
promised."
"Your father ordered them out of a catalog," she said. "And he was
furious when I wouldn't wear them!" She laid the bra aside and stepped
into the panties. They did fit, although they were snug. But as she pulled
them up her thighs she discovered a feature she hadn't noticed before;
there was a long slit in the crotch. "Oh, Christ!" she exploded.
"Now what?" Danny asked.
"Never mind!" She snugged the panties on her hips, shuddering at the
effect. Even Danny appeared to be shaken, she noticed.
The panties crossed her belly so low that a handful of pubic hair lay
exposed above them. The rest of her dark red thatch protruded through the
loose net. And the crotch hugged the lips of her pussy without a thread to
spare. Four inches at either hip was simply a narrow strip of elastic. She
instinctively placed her hand over her twat.
"What was it you said 'oh, Christ!' about?" asked Danny. "Come on,
Mom, tell me!"
"Oh, all right. There's a big long slit in the crotch."
"Hey! You mean they're made for screwing? You can get screwed
without even taking them off?"
She nodded. "Honestly!"
"Hey, let me see, Mom! Huh?"
"For heaven's sake! No!"
"Aw, please! Please?"
"After supper, I guess."
"Well, okay I guess. But I can feel." He grabbed her before she
realized his intention and pinned her arms behind her. Dragging her arms
back and down, he forced her to bend her knees and spread them, and he
thrust a finger through the slit and into her cunt.
Helen writhed on his finger, supper forgotten. 'God, I'm hot!' she
thought. 'I'm ready to explode the instant he touches me!' But her son
released her, caressing one of her tits for a moment before stepping back.
She panted, standing motionless, then reached for the bra. "This is
just as bad," she muttered. She put it on, the half-cups lifting her boobs
and making the upper slopes bulge while her nipples stood in the open.
"Man, that looks great! I thought that's what that thing was!" Dan
leered at her.
"You're impossible!" she exclaimed. "I raised a sex fiend!"
"Mom, let's eat quick. You were going to teach me some more, and
then we took time out for Smokey. I'm awful anxious."
She glanced respectfully at his erect young cock. "You look like it.
All right, we'll hurry."
She found it impossible to know what they were eating when they
finally sat down. She was too keenly aware of her near nakedness and
Danny's frank concentration on her puckered nipples. Her pussy twitched
incessantly and she could feel the wetness that had soaked the crotch of
her panties. Her son wolfed his food, clearly paying as little attention
to
it as she. He spoke only once during the meal.
"You know, Mom? That sister of Vanessa's. I hate her. She's a snob.
But I bet she fucks great! If I had my druthers, though, I'd like to
spend a
day with Vanessa like this one with you."
"Watch it, Dan. What we're doing today is fun. I like it. But it's still
teaching, not a way to get you started making out with every woman you
meet."
"But we're not going to stop just as soon as we're through learning,
are we? Are we, Mom?"
She laughed. "I don't know. The way I feel right now, we could keep
going forever. But I think I've gone a little crazy. It's going to
depend."
"On what?"
"On things that wouldn't even occur to us now."
Dan finished his food and carried the dishes to the kitchen.. He came
back and surveyed her plate. "You going to eat the rest of that?"
She hesitated. "No. I've had enough."
"Okay." He snatched her dishes from the table and disappeared with
them. He returned while Helen was still pushing her chair back.
She rose, aware of the fact that her son was hovering over her. He
seized her and swung her from the floor.
"Danny! What . . . ?"
He sat her on the edge of the table and pushed her onto her back.
"Danny! Stop it! What's going on?"
He forced her knees apart and elevated them. "I'm going to look at
those pants. You said I could after supper.
"Good God!" she exclaimed.
He placed her feet against his shoulders and leaned over her,
pressing her knees back to her chest. He felt the crotch of her panties,
pulling the slit open with his thumbs and inserting both thumbs
immediately into her pussy. She gasped and her feet slid over his
shoulders. He grasped her hips and held them still, thrusting his cock
against her. She twisted, but with a single smooth surge, he drove his
cock
fully into her, its base slamming solidly on her pussy.
"Ahhh!" she whispered. "Danny . . . oh, Danny . . . why does it make me
want you so much when you do this?"
He shook his head. "Am I supposed to know?"
"Of course not! Just fuck me, baby!"
"I already know about that. Is there something I don't know about?"
"A lot, I suppose. All right. Pull it out while I can still think."
As Danny pulled out and backed away, lowering her legs, he drew her
panties off. She sat up and removed the bra.
"Ready," she said.
"Can we do it in my room, Mom?" he smiled uncertainly.
"Yes. I guess so."
She followed him into his room, where she paused to reminisce for a
moment. The shelves Art had put up for her son's model airplanes were
still loaded with the dusty little relics. Dan's baseball bats stood in
one
corner, neglected for the past four years, and his splintered hockey
sticks
leaned in another. Those were idle only because they were too worn to use,
she thought. It was probably a typical boy's room, littered with the
accouterments of growing up, including yesterday's laundry scattered
across the floor. Danny flung himself on his bed and stared at his mother,
his gaze fixed on her pubic hair.
"Okay?" he asked.
"Okay," She approached the bed, eyeing his cock.
It lay at an angle on his belly, it's underside exposed. His pubic hair
was still thin, but it curled tightly and was so black it looked like a
solid
mat. His balls lay in the though formed by his thighs, and the skin of his
scrotum held them firmly. His cock was a dark cylinder against his
coppery belly, and the head gleamed wetly, mute evidence of his readiness.
Helen felt a fierce pride in her son. She felt another emotion as she
stood over him, and it drew her onto the narrow bed with him. She
stretched out with her knees beside his head and rested her breasts on his
belly.With one manicured fingertip, she stroked the shiny cockhead. The
shaft twitched and his balls moved, pulled by a sudden tensing of the sac.
She moved her finger in small circles on the bulge, feeling a tingle of
excitement over the wet slipperiness. Her jaw ached and her mouth
puckered.
'Damn it!' she thought. 'I watched Vanessa do it! I can do anything she
can!' She lowered her head and touched her lips to the wetness. She held
them there for a moment, then drew back. Closing her hand around the
shaft of Danny's cock, she touched her lips with her tongue. The metallic
flavor made her gasp with desire, and she thrust her mouth against the
cockhead again. She kissed it avidly, her tongue darting between her lips
repeatedly to savor the pungent coating on it.
Danny caught her near knee and drew her thigh across his chest,
exposing her pussy to his gaze. She felt fingers force her labia and she
undulated her hips with pleasure. But she pressed her lips harder on the
firm cock. She slid her lips onto it, making a circle of them to gird it
and
suck at the seeping slit. Danny's balls jerked and he drew one foot toward
his butt.
"Mom?"
"Hmm?"
"Mom, that feels bitchin'! Do you like to do it!"
"I want to right now, Danny." She quickly placed her mouth over the
cockhead again. Opening her mouth widely, she forced it over the broad
slopes and gulped the knob. Danny's shaft was too bulky to permit any but
the slightest relaxation of her jaw, and she was worried that she might
bite down. She sucked, swallowing occasionally to clear her throat of the
slow trickle of liquid. She remembered the way Vanessa had stroked her
lips up and down Art's shaft and tried to do the same for Danny. The nose
of his cock bumped the back of her throat almost at once, and she resigned
herself to sucking, her tongue probing continuously at the hot flesh.
Danny's hips rose and fell and his hand twisted about in her cunt. His
trembling convinced Helen that her son was unlikely to let her prolong her
experiment very much. She raised her head, letting the heavy bulb free.
"Danny, honey?"
"Mmph! Yeah?"
"Did that feel good? You want me to suck some more?"
"Wow! Yeah! Would you?"
"Yes. But we're going to change positions."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Move over."
Danny moved and Helen stretched out beside him on her back.
"Now get on your knees and straddle my head," she directed. When
Danny's balls hung over her face, she spread her thighs widely. "Hands and
knees," she said.
He dropped to all fours. His cock touched her throat, and she
maneuvered it until she could get the head into her mouth again. She
caressed his balls while she sucked on his cock, and he groaned happily.
"You're making me come," he said in a strained tone. "You mind that?"
'I want it!' she thought. 'That's exactly what I want!' She refused to
release the previous mouthful; she merely sucked harder and caressed the
tip with the back of her tongue.
Danny seized her hips, his hands circling them and settling under her
buttocks. He lifted her ass and tilted her twat up, then grabbed her
clitoris in his mouth. Her pleasure was intolerable. She lashed her feet
and
clutched at his ass. His belly quivered and he slid his knees apart,
pushing
down on his cock. There was a sudden spasm in his shaft and warm, thick
jism flooded his mother's mouth. She gulped, frantically aware that the
spurting cum was filling her faster than she could pump it to her stomach.
She dug her nails into his ass and stiffened. Her only movement was
her sucking and frenzied swallowing and a slow undulation of her hips. She
felt liquid escape at the corners of her mouth and groaned inwardly. 'All
of
it!' she demanded silently of herself. 'Every drop, damn it!'
Her son shuddered and his cock began to soften. She drained it of the
last thread of semen and let him lift it from her. Her own orgasm spent
itself and she sagged limply.
"Mom?"
"Hm?"
"Sleep in here with me tonight. Okay?"
"The bed's narrow. Why not my room?"
"Because this is my room."
She understood. "All right, Son."
Dan insisted on their sharing a shower before the slept. Helen
agreed, feeling a trace of guilt that it would be a first for her: she'd
consistently refused to shower with Art. They stood belly to belly while
the water soaked them and Helen felt her fatigue draining from her. Danny
soaped and washed her, let her rinse under the stinging spray, and soaped
her again. With lather thick on both of them, he began to rub himself
against her.
Helen gasped. The sensation was utterly strange to her. The
frictionless contact of their bellies and of his hands on her buttocks
sent
tingles racing over her and made her pant. She thrust herself against her
son in a new rush of desire, and she caught his thigh between hers and
scrubbed her pussy on him. His cock stiffened against her belly. His arms
went around her waist and she clung to his neck, her boobs swishing on his
chest. He lifted her, letting his cock slide between her thighs while she
swung her feet up to wrap her legs around his hips. Without quite knowing
how it happened, she found herself sliding onto his shaft, his cockhead
already implanted in her. He bounced her on his prick and thrust his
finger
up her rectum, laughing with delight when she clamped her thighs on his
waist and leaned back.
At the height of their jostling, he stepped under the spray with her
and let it sluice away the soap. "Hey! This is way out, Mom!"
"Oooh, Danny! I liked it with the soap all over us!"
"Yeah! This is wild!"
"Why did you rinse it off?"
"We're making it too fast. I wanted to play for awhile." He grinned.
"You're more dun to play with when you're all excited, Mom."
"Danny!"
He lifted her off his dick and sat her on her feet. Turning the shower
off, he reached out for towels and patted the water from their bodies. He
stepped out with her, then, and scrubbed her vigorously with the towel.
'He's right,' she decided, panting. 'I'll let him do anything to me
while I'm excited.' She spread her thighs while his fingers probed between
her hot labia. "Ohhh, baby! Oh, precious!" she crooned.
Danny picked her up and carried her to his room. He spread-eagled
her on his bed, tying her and chuckling happily to himself. He produced an
electric vibrator and began to play it over her breasts, rolling its base
against their lower bulges until she squirmed with pleasure, then applying
its tip alternately to each of her nipples. She writhed and babbled. He
pulled the tip of the vibrator across her belly and slid it between her
legs
while wild surges of excitement slammed through her. When he laid it on
her clitoris the universe exploded for her. She arched her back to drive
her
ass into the mattress, then bowed the opposite way to elevate her pussy.
There was no way to evade the insane stimulus. Desire welled in her cunt
and flowed outward along her fibers until she was frantic with delight.
The convulsive spasms of orgasm rolled over her in a succession that
made the room turn black.
She heard someone screaming and only slowly realized by the
sensation in her throat that it was she. Her cunt flamed and her body
burned with sympathetic fury. When her spasms finally began to subside,
her son lay aside the vibrator and brought his hands to her crotch in its
place. She slowly regained her vision and started to discern between the
individual touches that kept her from sliding out of her passion.
Danny climbed between her thighs and nestled his cockhead between
her labia. He pressed it home, expanding her rim and sinking his shaft
into
her belly. His hips surged and the crazy explosion happened again. Helen
twisted her head and bit her lip, her knees jerking and her boobs
flopping.
She moaned happily, a hazy notion growing that she could remain
indefinitely in her orgasm.
But the hot welling of semen at her core released her after a final,
wild thrashing, and her son's dick began to wilt. Afterward, they clung to
each other and slept. More than once during the night, Danny awakened
Helen and she yielded herself to his resurgent demands. And in the
morning, after they'd both gone into the bathroom and returned eagerly to
the bed, she straddled him and lowered herself onto his waiting cock for
an exhilarating ride. She felt as if all the desire of the previous
fifteen
hours was concentrated in that single flurry of lust, and her climax left
her so weak she toppled from her son and lay paralyzed until he could rub
life back into her.
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