'No I wasn't, Mom, honest!' Erik said.
'Yes you were, I saw you,' his mother said, her eyes only just beginning to see her son as he really was, almost a man, and spotting a cock and balls that any man would be proud to have for his own. And it was big, too, his dick, as she had thought from that fleeting touch beneath his bedsheet that she still vividly recalled.
'No we weren't,' he insisted. 'We were going to, Mom, that's for sure, but we didn't. We didn't have time to do it. I've never ever done it, Mother. Not with Aunt Barbara and not with anyone and it hurts me so much. God, it hurts so much!'
Erik, despite his almost full erection and his six feet, one-hundred-sixty-five pounds of man, crumbled like a little boy and flung himself across his mother's king-sized bed. Instantly he erupted into sobs and tears, the drops running down his face and soaking into the rumpled sheets.
He began moaning between his sobbing gasps, saying, 'I hurt, I hurt, I hurt,' over and over again, the words cutting right into Betty Sue's very soul, bypassing her heart that was already filled with the certainty that this was her son crying out in his anguish.
She rushed across the room and sat down on the bed beside Erik, taking him in her arms and pulling him close to herself in a tight embrace, rocking him gently as she had not done since he had been a small child. An involuntary humming song of motherly sadness formed in her throat and she gave voice to the mumbling monotone, cuddling her son's head tightly against her breasts and letting the warmth of her body flood over into his.
Slowly Erik's sobbing ceased and his whimpering slowed down and the tears stopped rolling down his cheeks to streak across his mother's belly and run down into her pubic hair, matting it, then across the lips of her pussy, making them moist and glistening.
Betty Sue was so lost in her private sorrow that she didn't notice the passage of time, however long it took for Erik to become quiet and snug within her embrace. She finally realized that his crying had settled down to just an occasional whimpering shudder, that her mother's lullaby had long ago ended, and she discovered that her son was nursing at her breast, and had been doing it for some time.
Her nipple was firm and elongated and the whole areola of her right breast was pulled up tightly inside Erik's mouth as he nuzzled there, his tongue again and again laying her sensitive, throbbing nipple. Her cunt was spasming in a steady pulsating pace and the lips of it, already moist from her son's painful tears, were puffy already and slightly extended, the pink inner flesh just peeking through her dense brown pubic hairs.
Erik's hand was high on her thigh, his fingers just grazing the edge of her pubic triangle, only fractions of an inch away from her cuntal lips. As she looked at his hand, it moved steadily higher and touched her there, the very outer rim of her pussy lip, and her cunt gave a solid thump deep within her and seemed to open wider, waiting, encouraging him to actually caress it.
Betty Sue could see her son's cock, just one foot away from her face, sticking up and pointing right straight at her like the most desirable lollipop in all the world; the big broad uncircumcised head of it peeled back naked and rampantly demanding attention… the thing that hurt him so much… the thing of his that needed attention more than anything else in all creation.
She could even smell the heady scent of his sex, somehow flavored by Barbara Jean's pussy juices and all the spittle she had deposited on it while she had been asleep and sucking on his cock at the same time. She could smell his sweat, too, and dried up urine and unwiped funkiness, and everything she smelled went right to her brain and exploded in sensual delights.
His finger touched her clitoris and stroked it with a talent that was part of his genes, not really what her sister had taught him to do at all. The contact caused her to scoot forward and spread her legs wider, making room for his fingers, for his hand, opening her cuntal mouth to her son's manipulations eagerly, suggestively.
At the same time her hand that had been cuddling his head, holding it close to her breasts where his mouth and his tongue were still avidly nursing at her big sensitive breast, pulling at her tortured, chewed raw nipple. Her hand slid down his shoulder and moved steadily forward, moving closer and closer to his waiting, needing cock shaft.
Betty Sue's hand closed over her own son's cockhead, taking the whole huge moistly throbbing knob into her fist and trying to close her hand around it without success. The heat of her palm, possessively cuddling the teen's cockhead, was instantly transmitted to his brain and his cock lurched and shook inside her hand, stretching out longer and growing harder, the head of it expanding and growing hotter, spreading her fingers wider as they tried to encompass the entire mass of it.
And she was completely lost. Betty Sue Swensen was totally beyond redemption and she would remain a wanton despot for the rest of her life, spending eternity in damnation because there was no way, absolutely no way that she could turn back again to being just a mother placating her son.
Betty Sue Swensen was a woman in need, a cunt. Erik Swensen was the answer to her requirements, a cock. There was no incest, no perversion, no sin, no crime, no adultery, no betrayal. Only love. And lust.
Erik's face rolled around on her breast, deserting it, then instantly closing on her left areola, suctioning hard and pulling it and the nipple deeply into his mouth, pulling on it as if trying to extract life-giving milk. His move had been so abrupt, so unexpected, that Betty Sue jumped in surprise, causing his finger to slip off her clitoris and slide deeply into her cuntal mouth, the walls of it closing possessively and hotly around his digit.
He stopped his nipple-licking attack on her breast and pulled his head off of it, looking up into her half- closed, passion-filmed eyes. 'Oh, Mom, Mom!' he said. 'It still hurts something awful, my… my cock does!'
'Yes, I know, dear,' she said, palm-squeezing his cockhead and feeling the spongy mass of it resist her fingers, pushing back against her grasp and glowing hotly redder from the pressure of the contact. 'That's the way these things happen, the way men feel until they… until they…'
'I know, Mom,' he said, 'until they fuck. I'm not ashamed to say that word, Mother, because that's the only seal way to say it. It's nothing bad, really, nor dirty. It doesn't mean crudeness, it means gentleness, to fuck. And it's the only real way to stop the hurt, somehow I know that.'
'Oh, God, forgive me,' Betty Sue said, praying in advance for forgiveness. 'Here, move back just a bit, dear, let me get back on the bed.'
Erik felt the first glimmerings of hope as he listened to his mother and watched her move into the center of the mattress, opening her legs wide and holding out her arms, wantonly inviting him to move within the shelter of her wide-open, unresisting embrace.
'Do you mean…?' he said, disbelieving his own eyes. 'Can I, really, Mom?'
Betty Sue was afraid to say anything. It was bad enough having to hear him call her Mom and to keep reminding her that he was, indeed, her very own son, the flesh of her flesh, so she knew she could no longer hear herself call him son, not when she wanted him to fuck her as much as she did at that moment. She touched his hand and pulled gently at it and he followed effortlessly until he fell, full-length, across her body, his firm pectorals crushing her breasts between their bodies and his mouth locking over hers in a deep, tongue-twisting kiss.
She could feel the firmness and the heat of his erection burning into the flesh of her thigh as it pressed against her side. Then he rolled gently over her thigh, his cockflesh searing her silky smooth skin and, without any direction, without either of them even so much as touching it, the peeled-back head of his cock caressed the length of her clitoris then, slickly smooth, butted right into the gaping hole of her vagina.
The entire broad head of his blood-filled cock slid effortlessly right into her fuck hole and the lips of her cuntal mouth snapped tightly shut behind his coronal ridge, trapping his dick within her pussy forever.
The fire-like heat, of her cunt surrounding his fuck knob, the extreme heat of his cockhead searing her cuntal tissues, brought both mother and son to a plateau of synchronized brain waves. They were no longer two separate people, however related by blood. They were one. They were complete. The cock of the world had returned to the cunt of the world. The flesh that had always been the same flesh was, at long last reunited. The cock that had come out of that cunt had, finally, returned to its only safe harbor, its only true nesting place.
Without breaking their kiss, Betty Sue raised her hips and flexed her pussy muscles, sucking with her cuntal mouth along the length of her son's cock, pulling at it, drawing it deeper inside her, the snapping, clasping walls of her soft buttery cuntal depths moving apart for the massive intrusion of his rampantly hard fuck shaft.
Erik pushed forward with all his might, sinking his cock into his mother's eagerly clasping pussy beyond the root of it, his balls in their ballsac nestled tightly against his mother's asshole that flexed, her anal lips kissing her son's balls again and again. Erik's blond-haired pubic mound was grinding tight against his mother's clitoris, forcing her cuntal mouth wide because of the fat girth of his cock base and tormenting her with the pressures there,
