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CHAPTER TWO

Joleen dressed after getting off on her masturbation. She idly wondered if it would be possible to get the mailman to come on a regular basis… everyday, perhaps. The bored housewife discarded that idea right away. She knew it wasn't realistic to think that Mike whateverhisnamewas would provide her with the needed lift to get her out of her boring, dreary rut. Joleen remembered the old saying, "a rut is just a grave with the ends knocked out". She felt half-dead – until Mike had come along to relieve her boredom.

She poured a couple fingers of bourbon into her glass and swirled it around for a few seconds before downing the entire contents of the tumbler. Joleen felt the impact of the alcohol in her stomach. For a moment, her knees felt weak and watery, and she had to sit down.

After the dizziness passed, she reached for the bottle again. The rest of the day drifted by veiled in a haze of liquor and longing for a steel-hard cock shoved up her cunt.

Joleen fell asleep for a while and was awakened when her eighteen-year-old son came staggering in.

The woman rubbed bleary eyes and knew from the difficulty she had in focusing her eyes, she was still drunk. But if she was drunk, Larry Jensen was in even worse shape. Her son couldn't make it down the hall without bouncing off one wall and smashing into the other.

"Larry!" she snapped. "Where the hell have you been? It's three in the morning."

Her son's answer came out in a string like taffy being pulled. His words were slurred, and she knew he was stoned out of his head. "Uh, hi, Mom. I… I've been over at… a friend's… house." As an afterthought, he added, "We were… studying. You know?"

Joleen could smell the sweet, pungent odor of marijuana as Larry came into the room. His clothes would have to be fumigated to get rid of the smell.

"Don't lie to me. You've been over at Katherine's smoking dope." She was having some trouble making her own words come out in the proper order.

Joleen took a stiff drink from the half-filled glass on the table beside her chair. She longingly looked at the fluid. It was the last from the bottle of Benchmark. Even the cheap stuff was gone; she had finished all of it off a couple days ago.

"So, all right, I was. Big fucking deal. You hit the bottle, I… I take a hit off… a joint. What's the difference?" Larry flopped down on the floor in front of his drunk mother.

Joleen studied her son as if for the first time. He looked so much like Harold, yet acted so differently. Larry had his father's aquiline nose, the sharp features and flat facial planes. Long black hair and piercing black eyes the color of coal finished the picture. Right now, those eyes seemed to be fogged over.

Joleen couldn't say too much about that. She felt a bit on the foggy side herself. She had drained an entire quart of bourbon, and her body had done nothing but soak it up like a sponge and get her drunker than a lord.

Besides, the woman didn't really think smoking dope was all that bad. Larry's grades had been steadily going down, but Joleen thought that was due more to Katherine than anything else. Larry had run across the red-haired girl two months after school had begun. Joleen wasn't sure, but she thought that Larry had probably been a virgin up to that encounter.

Her mind began to wonder about Larry. He looked so much like Harold. Did he fuck as poorly as his father? Or would he have learned things from Katherine that would make him a better lover? Harold was too traditional in his lovemaking. The missionary position or nothing. A woman's place was in the home. A woman's place was under her man.

Joleen wouldn't have minded the unoriginal fucking if Harold had been much good at it. She suspected he saved his really expert stuff for those damned sexy stewardesses. Joleen was certain that Harold balled every one of them he could entice into bed with him. And he had lots of opportunities flying to Europe once a month in addition to the domestic flights.

"Aw, come on, Mom. What's the matter?" Larry had reached out and limply put a hand on his mother's thigh. Joleen looked into her son's eyes again and realized that her mind had been wandering.

"Nothing, Larry. Nothing's the matter." She pressed her hand on top of his, then squeezed. Unbidden, Larry's hand closed on her thigh, then began stroking back and forth. Tremors of anticipation surged through the brunette's body.

Joleen's hand traveled along Larry's brawny arm while her legs unconsciously drifted apart. Without even realizing what she was doing, she was offering her body to her own son!

The thought filtered through her boozedrenched mind, but she didn't care. Her body was telling her she needed a man. Larry was man. And she wanted him so badly!

Joleen slipped from the chair and onto the deep pile shag rug. Larry lay down beside her and ran a hand under her shirt. His hand felt cool, exciting. As he pressed against her naked flesh, Joleen began to unbutton his gaudy, embroidered shirt. The buttons quickly parted, and Larry wiggled out of the garment. He returned the favor, and Joleen was naked to the waist, too.

Larry mumbled something, then began sucking on Joleen's tit. The woman lay back on the rug and began to writhe sensuously. The feel of the soft carpet on her naked back, the wondrous sensation of Larry's wet mouth engulfing her tit, those were her universe. She felt her son's tongue start at the base of one of the creamy cones, then begin a slow, agonizing journey up the slope. He reached the summit after licking most of the soft flesh of the tit and leaving behind a glistening, saliva-drenched trail.

Joleen felt the tiny nipple begin to surge and fill with blood and her heart rate accelerated. Her nipple expanded with each beat of her heart until it was fully erect and feeling as if it would burst like a balloon.

Through the fog that covered her mind like a blanket came the faint message, "This isn't right!" Joleen ignored it. It felt so good, so damned good, having a man's mouth sucking at her tits. Larry's hands added to her stimulation and quickly pushed down any protest that Joleen might have tried to voice.

The woman felt her son's hand snake its way across her stomach, then under the waistband of her jeans. Like a miner digging for gold, Larry's hand plummeted downward until he found the soft mat of her cunt mound. His fingers began a gentle motion, slipping from one side to the other. Fingers laced through the coarse strands of pubic hair and then lightly pulled.

Joleen thought that she'd lose her mind from the sheer carnal delight that hurtled through her body. She never remembered Larry's fumbling to get her blue jeans off nor did she remember the stroking hands across her torn silk briefs. The horny woman did remember the finger crammed up her cunt.

She felt as if a knife had ripped into her belly. That slender digit made her buck and arch her back to shove it as far as she could up into the seething, liquid interior of her cunt.

"Oh, Larry, darling Larry, my baby… fuck me! I want you to fuck me!" His mother's words were slurred and indistinct. Larry could barely hear or understand the words. But it didn't matter. That was what he wanted to do and that was what he was going to do!

Larry moved his mouth from its position high atop one of Joleen's tits and began a long, liquid journey down to her cunt. His tongue slipped and slid over her milky skin until he reached the deep well of her navel. He paused for a moment, then his tongue hardened and plunged it down into his mother's navel.

Joleen moaned and reached to take Larry's head in her hands. She pushed at the back of the black-haired youth's head to insure that his face wouldn't leave her belly button unattended for even a second.

The feel of his rough tongue swirling around inside her navel was a turn on like she had seldom before experienced. It was indescribable; lances of carnal pleasure stabbed into her belly each time his tongue lightly touched her. It was as if he had dipped his tongue in acid before beginning his explorations in the concave depression of her belly.

Larry wasn't satisfied to stay very long sampling this tiny hole. The one he aimed for was a bit larger; it was able to take his cock until he was buried balls deep in his mother. His mouth seemed to demand the right to explore first, and the youth allowed it the privilege knowing his cock would be satisfied later.

His chin rubbed against his mother's pubic mound. He followed the patch of hair down to the fully erect pink pillar of Joleen's cunt. Larry licked the pleasure-button a few times until his mother screamed out, "Dammit! Fuck me! Fuck me haaard!" She began to whimper and cry in her need for a cock. Larry continued to suck on the tiny stub of erectile tissue between Joleen's firm, well-fleshed thighs.

Larry's mind was moving slowly, still under the influence of the dope he had smoked earlier. All he saw was the gaping cunt in front of him. The wetness and the musky woman odor seemed to draw him ever onward and made him oblivious to the fact that he was getting ready to fuck his own mother.

Joleen was past caring who was sampling her pussy. Her cunt overflowed with juice and dribbled down the crack into her ass. It tickled; it stimulated. When Larry's tongue speared into her cunt, she cried out incoherently. "Aaaiieeeee!"

Her hips began to shake with the pent-up feeling locked within her loins. The sexual tensions that had mounted were like flood waters behind a dam. When the dam burst, all hell would break loose. Her body hunched up to meet her son's mouth, obliviously cramming cunt forcefully into his face.

Larry continued to slurp up the hot oils that seeped from his mother's pink-lipped cunt. It was tasty, tangy, a treat he'd sampled enough to enjoy to the utmost. Larry shoved his ramrod of a tongue up as far into the slippery cunt as he could. Inside the velvet-cloaked channel, he began to wiggle his tongue around, tantalizing the walls of Joleen's cunt with the promise of something bigger and firmer to be rammed up his passage after he had had his fill of her succulent cunt juice.

The tongue slithering around inside the woman's cunt began to feel as if it were a branding iron charring her delicate pussy flesh. Joleen reached between her legs and shoved the black-haired head into her cunt. She wanted more of the tongue lashing her son was giving her!

The tiny fire that had begun to burn in her stomach was fanned into a full-fledged blaze by Larry's oral attentions to her clit. When he began to lick along the blood-engorged flaps that hid her cunt, the fire turned into a raging inferno that threatened to devour her entire being. His tongue thrashing about in her cuntal gash triggered a huge orgasm.

Larry felt his mother's stomach muscles tense and the walls of her cunt begin to ripple and convulse with orgasmic intensity. The gush of cunt juice threatened to drown her son. He avidly lapped it up like a cat lapping cream from a bowl, then Larry tired of the tempting treat.

It as time he fucked this horny woman! His very own mother!

Larry began to make his way up Joleen's body. Her arms wrapped around his body as the boy reached under his mother's armpits and fervently gripped her shoulders. As her legs drifted apart in obvious encouragement to him, Larry slammed his hips forward. His turgid, purpled cockhead smashed into the area around Joleen's cunt, but he failed to hit dead center.

His cock glided up and across the wet pubic thatch and stimulated the lower portion of his shaft. Larry gasped in reaction. He began to grind his hips against the pelvis of the woman trapped under him, and soon he felt his balls tightening and shrinking into a compressed sac that dangled under his eight-inch cock.

Joleen managed to guide the boy's massive prick down her cuntlips to the entrance to her hot hole.

"Now, Larry, oooohhh, Now! Fuck meefe!" the woman shrieked. Team began to well up at the corners of her eyes as she screwed her eyelids tightly shut. The sensation ripping through her body threatened another orgasm, but Joleen wanted to prolong this wondrous feeling as long as possible. She wanted to revel in the feel of Larry's big, manly cock inside her cunt. She had felt it throb and jerk under her fingers. Now she wanted it deep up her cunt where it could do what it was designed to do.

Nature had meant for a man to fuck a woman. She wanted the ultimate experience of being filled with cock until she felt like she would be torn apart.

She wanted to be fucked!

Larry found the target and shoved powerfully with his hips. Muscles tightened and he rocketed forward, his battering ram of a cock sizzling up the tight, oozing tunnel of his mother's cunt. Larry felt his balls smash into his mother's ass, so swift was his initial stroke into her cunt. He paused for a moment, his heart beating heavily.

The teenager wanted to soak in the juices surrounding his dick. The heat and pressure around his cock made Joleen's cunt seem like a virgin's asshole. In a distracted fashion, Larry wondered why his father fooled around when he had a hot, tight cunt like this waiting for him at home. It didn't really matter to Larry. If his old man didn't want it, he would take over.

Larry pulled back, and his cock made an obscene sucking noise as he pulled out of his mother's cunt. He never hesitated. The boy immediately rammed forward again to surround his cock with the clutching warmth of the cunt being so freely and wantonly offered to him.

If Larry felt the compression and warmth on his dick, Joleen was feeling sensations a hundred times more intense and erotic. His massive cock scored along her cunt and millions of needles jabbed into her pussy walls. Larry's cock jerked and twitched inside Joleen; she felt every twitch and tremor, and her body magnified it until shock waves reverberated throughout her torso. Her breathing was heavy with lust. She clawed at her son's back with her fingernails and left bloody tracks to attest to her unbridled passion.

As Larry began an agonizing, slow rotation of his hips, Joleen felt another climax crouching to pounce on her. She began to hunch up and down to take as much of that sweet, punishing cock up her cunt as she could. As her knees raised on a level with Larry's shoulders, he corkscrewed himself forward another full inch into her hot pussy.

Larry felt the first contractions of his mother's cunt that signaled another orgasm. As she tightened her stomach muscles and clutched wildly at his buried cock, Larry began a frantic humping. His own orgasm jolted electrically throughout his groin. Release was only seconds away, and he wanted to cram himself even farther into his mother's hot cunt.

As Larry's hard strokes flamed into her belly, Joleen shrieked, "Ooooh God!" and climaxed. The tidal wave of ecstasy that swept through her body sent her to new, unexplored heights of sexual fulfillment.

Larry grunted as he continued pumping his cock into the well-lubricated cavity between Joleen's legs. When he felt the fiery tide of his jism creep down his shaft, Larry moaned and arched his back in one last attempt to rip his mother apart.

His balls blasted out gallons of creamy cum and whitewashed the walls of Joleen's cunt. For a brief moment, mother and son rocked together, mutual passion flooding their bodies. All too soon, the tides of orgasm ebbed and returned both of them to the world of reality.

Locked together in each other's arms, they rested.

In their drug and alcohol stupors, it wasn't long before they began fucking again.