An Obstinate Mother

"Says the lady who took off her top without being ask."

"Damn you, George!"

"Before I stick my cock in you, you are going to admit you want it."

"You'll wait till hell freezes over."

Releasing her breast, George scooted to the edge of the sofa and reclined his mother down behind him, her back against the sofa.

"Don't manhandle me, you big bully!" She exclaimed.

He then shifted his position to lay facing her on the sofa, lifting her left leg and placing his right knee between her legs and against her crotch with intent to arouse, palming her ass. He began kissing her breast and shoulders, kissing her firmly when he reached her lips. Beverly had never been a good kisser and her lips deformed under the lustful pressure, not actively returning the kiss.

"You're fooling no one, Bev." He said, breaking the kiss, looking her in the eyes, using her nickname. "You want to blame me - have at it. Keep telling yourself you're only bearing your tits because you have to. I'll stop any damn time you slap my hand or face. When and if I my cock gets in you - hell and high water will not get me to stop. You'll get a helluva lot more than just an orgasm - I promise you that."

Beverly passively allowed her body to the ravaged - his hands exploring everywhere, unfastening her shorts, stripping her of them, leaving just her panties. She still was unwilling to openly admit her desires – telling herself, him and the world, through osmosis, we must conclude, she had no choice, instead of owning up. She desperately wanted him to take her.

His nose was now poking into the moistened area of her crotch. Her soft moans were involuntary. The repositioning of her legs to widen her thighs was voluntary. She lifted her left leg to the top of the sofa, bending her right knee to give him access.

"Stop playing your damn games and help!" He snapped. "Pull your panties to one side."

Her hands, until this time crossed on her abdomen, moved, the right one going to snag and pull her panties clear. Electricity shot through her body when his tongue touched her now bare vagina. She again desired his tongue inside her but refused to plead for it. She did maneuver to invite, pulling her legs back and opening them wide. In moments, she got what she desired. She felt his tongue slip between her puffy labia lips and into her wet treasure hole.

"You are a naughty, naughty, naughty boy!" She cried lustfully. "No! No! Not yet! Stop! AAAaagggggggg!"

Her orgasm gripped her unexpectedly and way too soon with his tongue pushed deep into her pussy. Her ass rose involuntarily and then slowly sank as the orgasm slipped away as quickly as it had come, leaving her still wanting. She was amazed at being brought to orgasm in such a way - and so quickly.

"I'm sorry, baby!" She apologized breathlessly. "That was totally unexpected."

George, after kissing and licking her crack lovingly a number of times, backed away from her and stood. He quickly removed his chinos and stripped. He then reached to remove her underwear, then, mystifying her, took a seat at her feet.

Having had her panties removed, feeling exposed once more, she pulled her knees up tight and closed her legs, but gave no resistance to his efforts to move them apart again.

She watched him slowly stroke his cock with his left hand, his right lightly knuckling her pussy as he looked between her legs. Still aroused, she shunned the embarrassment though it was broad-daylight. She acknowledged that her son, for his 29 years, was muscular, fit, though with a bit of belly, good-looking and had a good sized cock.. Did he walk as much as she – no – she doubted it. Still, she wondered why they were not in the throes of a passionate missionary screw.

"Jean and I fucked the other night – after three damn weeks."

That tidbit answered her question.

"Does Jean ever put it in her mouth?" Beverly asked after a few long minutes of her watching, her pussy now being thumbed, rekindling her arousal.

"She has done it once or twice, but not in years." George answered. "It's not her thing! Like screwing - is not her thing!"

"How often do y'all usually screw?"

"Every 3 to 4 week. Give or take a day or two."

"It's not my thing either – sucking - but if you don't feel like screwing, I would very much enjoy jerking you off."

"If I don't feel like doing what?"

"Screwing." Beverly repeated.

"Doing what?"

"Fuckiinnggg!? She said grudgingly, receiving a smile and chuckle.

"I can fuck just fine everyday – any day - twice - probably more, but I wouldn't want to deny you." He said, ceasing his own attention to his cock, leaning back.

Beverly moved to sit up, then, maneuvered to her knees on the floor between George's legs. She lightly gripped the bottom of his shaft with her left hand. With her right, she took hold of the rest, leaving the domed head free, stroking slowly, firming her grip as time passed. She listened to his low moans and was aware of his hands coursing through her hair. The domed, stressed reddish colored, head of his cock called to her to relent. She did, taking it into her mouth form time to time.

Her mind ticked off what she thought was 10-12 minutes. She took one last long suck on the domed head and stood. Stepping around his leg and the coffee table, she headed toward the short hall that led to the bedroom and bathroom. Not to leave him in the dark as to her destination, she looked back. "I'm going to turn down the bedding. If you're still reluctant to screw me, come and I'll finish the hand job, finish it yourself, or, I'll see you next week."

Beverly waited anxiously in the brightly lit room, laying in the middle of the stripped bed, her knees bent, feet flat on the bed, her legs spread wide. Her anxiety subsided when her son walked through the door still naked, his cock firm as ever.

"Your pussy is one of the prettiest I've ever seen." He said, standing at the foot of the bed. "Very neat and trim. If and when, I want you to place it for me. A small indication you really want me to screw you. Can you do that for me?"

"You've seen that many pussies – that you can say mine is one of the prettiest?"

"Only four real ones, but loads in magazines and X-rated video on the internet."

"Compare mine to Jean's?"

"Jean's is lip-less, red-fish and angry looking on the inside – not appealing to eat, though I can't help but do it, and it makes you want to pound hell out of it. Yours is – is just neat, cute and wonderful."

"Interesting! If I must place it to my hole , I must, I suppose." She answered, her tone passively faked. "You don't want to just take me?"

"No!"

In a most ceremonious fashion George moved onto the bed, keeping his eyes glued to his mother's vagina, as her legs lifted to accept him into her incestuous inner sanctum.

She reached between them to take hold of his manhood, but he did not drop to her immediately and her anxiety spiked. Her breathing was though her mouth, elevated by wanton anticipation, as he kissed her breast, neck and shoulders. But, he kept his cock at a close distance. Becominng angry, she repositioned her thumb, forefinger and middle finger. She jerked his erection vigorously.

"Are you playing games with me?" She accused. "Ican jerk you off this and you can come all over my pussy instead..."

Then, his cock was near and she placed it to her treasure hole. The domed head spreading her crack. She resisted the temptation to lift her ass and send it home. Credible deniability made her wait until he pushed and his cock had mostly penetrated her before she lifted to meet his thrust. He pushed deep, then, after holding deep a few long moments, began an almost gentle and slow pump.

She sighed such a sigh of relief. How long had it been; two boyfriends - within a year of Stan's death. Another after George had left home to be on his own. All short-lived romances leaving her feeling tainted and dirty for laying with and giving her treasure to near strangers. 5-6 years, she thought, since she had had a warm cock inside her attached to a warm and breathing man she loved and trusted.

She hoped his mind was centered on the sensation of his cock inside her womanhood. Her knees ratcheted slightly faster, increasing the rhythm. George followed. She felt cradled and protected, her treasure well treated with a consistent stroke that occasionally stabbed deep. She deemed her son a considerate lover. A most exhilarating liaison. His lightly haired chest compressing her breast, but seemingly weightless.

Then her anxiety spiked once more. Surely, she thought, he will not pull out when he ejaculates. If he did, she would surely curse him. Had she not told him a woman needs more than just an orgasm! Had he not warned that she could expect more! Still, she would not allow it! She knew how to prevent it! Her ratcheting knees increased the rhythm twofold and her moans, a few voluntary, the majority involuntary. She soon heard his labored breathing and felt his cock stiffen more as he climbed the ladder. It could be said her pussy was being pounded in a gingerly and loving manner, half his length withdrawn occasionally.

"Fuck me!" She pleaded lustfully, using a word she usually avoided. "I do want you to! Fuck me! Deeper! Come on! Harder! FUCK YES! STICK IT DEEP! FUCK YES! YOU BIG DICK MOTHER-FUCKER! YES! AGAIN, DAMN YOU!

Her knees ratcheting quickly, her ass thrusting back, all had an effect on her ability to keep pace. She faltered repeatedly, then, instantly recovered keeping her pace and her sexual banter going. Thus, orgasm gripped her, plus, she was rewarded!

"AAAaagggggggggggg! Fuck yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck, your pussy is fucking good, Beverly! My dear sweet mother. So tight and wet"

She felt his cock jerk twice – maybe, three times, spewing his sterile semen into her, causing her to follow suit, moaning satisfaction.

"Yes, my dearest! My son!" She replied, sentiment for sentiment. "Your cum feels wonderful inside me – inside my pussy – inside my belly."

Their bodies slowed to a halt. They remained coupled, their breathing labored but slowly returning to normal. She dropped her feet to the bed but kept her hands glued near his shoulder blades.

"Are you content?" She heard him whisper.

"My son has screwed me – has come in me. I am unsure if I can face him after succumbing to such indiscretion? I placed it to my treasure hole. Does he still respects me?"

Her eyes closed, she felt her son remove his face from her neck where he had been nuzzling her as they engaged in intercourse, leaving her neck feeling cool from the moisture evaporating.

"Look at me." She heard him say.

She opened her eyes and stared into his.

"Of course I still respect you. After all, I forced you to do this!" He chuckled. "You'll always be mom and you will always be riding my ass for one thing or another."

"I will never let you screw me again." She replied obstinately.

"I figured as much. We'll see!" He replied just as obstinately. "But right now, do you want me to continue?"

"Can you?" She queried, feeling his cock still stiff inside her.

"Certainly, woman!"

"I don't know if I can come again but I would really like to screw a while longer."

"You want to do what a while longer?"

"Fuck -fuck – fuck! You and your games!"

George began a slow methodical rhythm building slowly to a modest thrusting, occasionally deep. Her legs were soon raised and ratcheting in rhythm. Their breathing becoming elevated.

"Your pussy is mine now, you know." He whispered, nuzzling against her neck once more. "I have marked your pussy and it is mine - until, of course, you spread your legs for another man."

"Honestly, can you envision me getting butt-hole naked for any other man and letting him stick his cock in me, letting him come in me?"

"Over the years I have been mortified envisioning just such a thing."

"Put your mind at ease, George. And keep doing just what you're doing!"

George gathered up her buttocks, locking her in loosely. His fingers slid close to her inter-thighs, near her pussy.

"You ass is soppen wet." He chirped "You'll probably have to wash the sheet."

"And you bitch a lot." She returned, making him chuckle.