flesh of her crotch, and she pressed down harder than normal. She stared into his eyes, and at once understood the lust behind them, realizing her son desired her.
Watching him, wanting him now with more intensity than ever, Peggy placed her hands on her thighs, settling down heavily on his throbbing penis. 'I know what… what that… is,' she whispered in a thick voice.
Unable to answer, Larry stared back into his mother's lust filmed eyes. He squirmed his buttocks, pressing his covered penis hard against her naked flesh. 'I can't… can't help it, Mother,' he finally managed to say.
'I know, dear,' Peggy replied, answering his pressure with her own. 'I've seen you… doing that to yourself. You use those pictures, don't you, Larry?'
Her son blushed at her confession, but he was unable to take his eyes from hers. Slowly, he nodded his head. She gazed at him for another long moment, moving her buttocks gently on his swelling organ, then she said, 'Why, Larry? Why do you use those pictures? Do they excite you?'
'Y-yes…' he stammered.
'Did you… enjoy… seeing me,' she whispered almost inaudibly, her tongue thick in her mouth. 'I mean I know you saw… down there. Did you like it?'
'Y-yes, Mother…'
'Did it excite you… seeing my… me?'
'Oh, yes…'
'It's better than pictures, isn't it?' she said, growing bold now, getting the correct answers to her questions. She wriggled her buttocks on his swollen member suggestively, no longer ashamed of her desire, not caring if he was repulsed by her actions. 'Isn't the real thing better, Larry?'
'Yes, yes… it is!' he gasped, working his hips up to meet the slowly rotating buttocks.
'Would you like to see more of me, dear,' she said. 'Would you like to see your mother… naked?'
'Uh… I think so,' he replied, his mind blazing with the desire to see her fully undressed. The image of what he had seen earlier burned in his young cock like a blast furnace, and he felt as if he was about to ejaculate any second now. 'Yes… I would, Mother!'
'What would you do, Larry?' she teased. 'Would you jack off? If you saw me naked… was able to look at me the way you do those pictures… would you jack off?'
'I don't… know,' he said truthfully. 'I don't think I… could. Not with you watching me.'
'Say you will,' Peggy pressured her buttocks against his straining member until she felt it in the crevice of her cheeks. 'Say you'll jack off, dear… and I'll let you look at me… naked!'
'Well…' Larry hesitated bashfully.
'I'll pose for you, Larry,' Peggy offered. 'I'll take my dress off and pose any way you want — just like those pictures — if you'll jack your cock off.'
Larry agreed to manipulate his penis in exchange for his mother to expose herself in various positions. Giggling lewdly, Peggy pulled herself free from atop his small body and sat on the bed. She lifted her knees, spreading them out wide, her dress bunched about her waist. 'See,' she said in growing excitement. 'I'll do it, Larry… I'll show you everything you want to see. Do you like looking at it? Doesn't it make you get hard… don't it make you want to jack off, Larry?'
The young boy stared at the open crotch of his mother, his fingers fumbling at the zipper of his faded jeans. He pulled his throbbing penis free and wrapped his hands about the shaft. Staring between her thighs at the bushy, moist vaginal lips, he slowly rubbed both his hands up and down his penis.
'Take off those pants, dear,' Peggy said, her eyed glued to the swollen head of his member. 'Take off all your clothes. I like to see you naked, also.'
No longer bashful, Larry removed his pants and sat on the bed with legs wide. His penis jutted out before him, his testicles swollen tightly into his groin. He did not have much pubic hair yet, and his mother's breath caught in her throat as she stared at him. She lifted the worn dress from her body, tossing it aside and sat there, completely naked as her son's eyes roamed hotly about the trembling flesh. He saw the huge nipples set in the center of her large breasts, and her belly quivered as his eyes moved down to stare into the spread lips of her hairy vagina.
'Isn't this much better than using pictures, Larry?' she said, watching as his fist began to pump up and down his organ. 'Isn't your mother… I mean, wouldn't you rather look at me and jack off?'
'Yes,' Larry panted, thrilling to the lewd exposure as he masturbated himself. He leaned back on one hand, his other moving faster and faster as he gazed from trembling breasts to hairy crotch. 'Better much better.'
'That's it, darling,' Peggy said soothingly with passion, her eyes flaming in bright lust as she observed his every movement. 'Jack off… jack your lovely prick off for Mother… make it shoot out that… stuff, come make yourself come, darling… look at Mother's pussy and come off…'
'Uh… uh… uh…' Larry grunted in a strained voice. He could feel the juices bubbling inside his testicles as he stared at his mother's moist and quivering vaginal lips, seeing the tiny clitoris peek obscene at him from the pink folds. 'Now… I'll come… now!'
Quickly, Peggy reached out a hand and caught the first squirt of his sperm. Holding her hand at the tip of his penis, she watched intensely as his young semen spurted forth and pooled in glistening whiteness in her palm. Larry jerked harder and harder until he finally dribbled to an ooze. With her thumb, his mother wiped the last drop of his fluid from the small hole, then taking a cloth from the bed-side table, she wiped her hand clean.
'Next time,' she said, slipping her dress over her head, 'when you want to jack off, dear, you just let me know. You can throw those pictures away now, can't you? It's so much better to have the real thing to look at, isn't it?'
Larry happily agreed.
'You better get your pants on, darling,' she said lovingly. 'Your father will be home soon, and we can't let him know about this.'
George came home about two hours after the incestuous masturbation between mother and son, grumbling that there were no jobs available. He was grumpy the rest of the day, mumbling aloud where their next meal was coming from. As the evening wore on, he became aware of the different relationship between his son and wife. He noticed that Peggy was always finding some excuse to brush against Larry, and once she bent over and kissed his forehead, something she had not done in years.
Larry, being young and somewhat innocent, lay on the floor attempting to peek up his mother's dress occasionally. When Peggy realized what he was trying to do, she slumped on the chair and parted her thighs slightly, keeping a wary eye on her husband. George knew something strange was going on, but what it was he wasn't sure. Then he understood that his wife was deliberately trying to give their son a glance at her genitals. Pretending to read the want ads of the evening paper, he watched from the corner of his eyes. He saw his son's groin swell, realizing the boy was getting an erection. Looking at his wife, the strange behavior of the two finally dawned on him. He didn't know how far they had gone, but he knew one thing his wife was teasing their son by exposing herself deliberately.
Instead of being horrified, he began to formulate a plan in his mind. He wanted to know how far they had gone in this little game of theirs. And along with his plan, he found himself with the strongest urge ever to take his son's penis into his mouth and fellate him to completion.
When George first became aware of his homosexual attraction to his young son, he was tormented almost out of his mind. He had never been exposed to a homosexual relationship in his life — indeed he had never felt attracted to another male in any form. He fought the growing desire as much as possible, finally giving in to fantasies whereby he could do as he pleased with the young boy without fear of accusations and repercussions.
The next afternoon, he announced he was going out to look for a job again, saying he would not be back until late that evening — he wanted to give them plenty of time. He got into the battered sedan and drove a few blocks from the house. There, he parked the car and entered the alley at the rear of his home. Silently moving to the back of the house, he peered into windows until he found them.
There, before his eyes, on his own bed, he saw his wife and young son. Peggy was absolutely naked, as was Larry. His son was sprawled on the bed, his head leaning on the foot-board, staring at his mother. His small fist was moving up and down his stiff penis. George looked at his wife, who was facing the headboard, her head down on a pillow, but peering back at her son as he masturbated.
She had her knees up under her stomach, and Larry was gazing in lustful hunger at her hair-fringed vagina
