however, in a burst of rebellion, informed me that she couldn't be less interested.
I tried to soft-soap her, but our confrontation over the tuna casserole soon flared into a heated argument. Finally I was defeated and she stomped out of the house, saying she was going over to see Billy Preston, because at least he appreciated her for what she was, instead of what somebody wanted her to be.
'I want to do my own thing!' she yelled defiantly just before she slammed the door.
Things were not working out. In her bedroom at the time of her departure, I sat down on her bed and began to cry at my failure to communicate when I had wanted to so badly.
It was then that I discovered that Ted was still in the house and had overheard everything. He came into the room and watched me for several minutes before I noticed him.
When our eyes finally met he came over and sat down on the bed beside me. 'Gee, Mom, I'm sorry,' he said. It was the first kind thing anybody had said to me in along time.
'Don't worry,' I responded, 'it isn't as bad as it seems. Gwen and I will work it out. She's just growing up.'
'But – what about you and Daddy?' he proved himself wiser than I'd thought. 'You seem to have trouble getting along with everybody.'
I was so upset that I admitted he was right. All of a sudden, in the face of his compassion, I felt like I was the child and he was the parent.
'What should I do?' I wailed.
'Don't cry, Mom,' he tried to console me.
But the sobs became more intense. I had completely broken down in front of my son.
When he saw that I wasn't going to stop crying, he put his arms around me and hugged me. It seemed like the kindest thing anyone had ever done for me. Looking, back, I think I was afraid that if I stopped bawling, Ted would stop holding me. In my anguish that seemed like a fate worse than death, so I continued to cry.
With my body wracking with sobs, I lost my ability to sit upright and gradually slid over onto my side. Following my descent, Ted slipped into the curve of my fetally positioned body and began wiping away my tears.
Eventually, when I still didn't stop crying, he began kissing me. They were small innocent kisses at first, a sons last resort in telling his mother that at least one person cared deeply about her. However, when I began to respond to his soft lips with kisses of my own, they became something more.
Finally he kissed me on the mouth. When he did, I automatically parted my lips and sucked his tongue inside. Before I knew it, my son and I were soul-kissing.
Now, at last, the crying ceased. My son's body next to mine and his tongue down my throat were like tranquilizers.
Automatically my hands began to roam all over him. Immediately, I was surprised how muscular he had become. He had developed into a real man.
When I ran my hand under his t-shirt and rubbed his belly, he sucked in his breath and opened a temporary gap between his jeans and his waist. Falling into the open space, my fingers plunged inside his pants.
He wasn't wearing any underwear. I'd scalded him about this many times before, but I had no criticism now. Not when, suddenly, I could feel the burning flesh of his cock and balls.
He was stiff, his prick much larger than I'd ever imagined it could be. 'Is it all right if I play with you?' I asked, as I began slowly jacking him off under his jeans.
Rather than answering with words, he answered with his hand. Slipping it under my dress and between my thighs, he told me that what I was doing was fine with him by beginning to finger my pussy.
Soon I had his pants unbuttoned and down around his ankles, while he was rolling my dripping panties down my thighs. Then together, we kicked the garments from our bodies sand quickly began removing the rest of each other's clothing.
When we were nude, we briefly pulled apart so we could look at one another. We were both impressed – he by the lush ripeness of my mature body – I by his hard slimness and rippling energy.
'What do we do now?' he asked. Perhaps if he had shown the slightest bit of nervousness, I'd have backed off. However, he was as calm as he could be, making our nude confrontation seem perfectly natural.
'Would you like to eat your mother's pussy?' I matter-of-factly offered myself to him.
'If you could do something to me while I'm doing it to you.'
'I'll suck your cock,' I said without hesitating. 'I'll bet it's a sweet one.'
'Gwen says so,' he made me come up short for the first time. 'She thinks it's as groovy as Billy Preston's.'
'What?' I blurted incredulously. 'Did I hear you right?'
I had. Without a trace of self-consciousness, he informed me that his sister had dared him to take off his pants about six months ago, and when she had seen how developed he was had immediately gone down on him. They had been sneaking into each other's rooms ever since and having sex.
'Did your sister teach you how to make love?' I stammered.
'Yes, she taught me how to fuck, if that's what you mean,' he said as he began slipping his face down between my thighs and working his stiff prick toward my mouth. 'She's been doing it with the guys at school since she had her first period.'
For two years my daughter had had an active sex life while mine had finally come to nothing. Life is full of ironies and surprises, but this took the cake.
'Is your sister a good lay?' I forced myself to ask the unthinkable.
'Yes, she's a terrific fuck,' he said, his face now so close to my pussy that his breath wafted against the fluttering lips. 'But I'll bet you're better, Mom.'
Whatever resistance I had felt vanished with that statement. The fact that my son had such confidence in my ability as a woman completely disarmed me. I couldn't wait to have sex with him so I could live up to the confidence he had in me.
From this point on, prolonged conversation would only confuse things. I wanted Ted's cock more than I had ever wanted anything in my life, and he apparently felt the same way about my hairy snatch. Our positioning completed, we began a long, writhing, slurping sixty-nine.
Ted had apparently done more than just fuck his sister because he knew exactly what to do with his tongue. Making it rigid, he split my pussy lips and sent it into my gooey depths. At the same time I swallowed his prick whole and began deepthroating it for all I was worth.
The best cock I had ever tasted had been the sailor's in the alley. However, Ted's had at least eight years on that one and was twice as sweet. It was too delicious for me to feel any guilt.
And what he was doing to my cunt – Jesus, it was fantastic! Not even Ann had been able to orally get me off as well as my own son was doing it.
His tongue seemed to know just where to probe. Points of pleasure were being stimulated within me that I had not even been aware that I possessed. I was coming over and over again.
To show my appreciation, I sucked his cock with more creativity than I'd ever applied to the male organs to which I'd given head before now, its comparative smallness seemed a virtue because I could get his nuts inside my mouth along with the rest of it. I was determined to drain him dry.
It wasn't long before his hips started bucking uncontrollably. He was going to come in my mouth and my heart was beating wildly in anticipation. To make it happen faster, I shoved my hand between the cheeks of his ass and found his puckering anus. Making the inevitable digital insertion, I gouged downward in the tightness toward his blossoming prostate, knowing the act might increase his manufacture of sperm by at least two- fold.
Then I pulled the plug.
He moaned in my crotch, his prick grew an extra inch, and he exploded. Hot, fresh cum cascaded in a torrent down my throat and filled my stomach, it seemed like a hefty dose of Gelusil must to an ulcer victim in crisis.
There was so much spunk that I couldn't drink it all. While he still spurted, the excess began backing up and saturating my breathing passages. It began dribbling from my nose as though I had sneezed while eating oatmeal.
When the creamy flood finally stopped, I had an anxious moment wondering if I had taken too much out of
