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CHAPTER FIVE

Morning sunlight streamed through the window of Carla's bedroom. Her mood was as cold as the sun was hot. She sat on the edge of the bed, glaring at Charlie. He stood in front of her, wearing only his bathrobe. His hair was still wet from the shower. There was a glitter of defiance in his eyes as he stood there sullenly.

"That's twice now, and I just will not have it!" Carla mapped.

"For Chrissake, I can't help it if Pete's car broke down," Charlie said angrily, lying, seizing on the likeliest excuse.

"You could have called me," Carla said sharply.

"We weren't near a telephone."

"There are telephones everywhere. You could have found one as soon as you got the car fixed. You could have called me. I was sick with worry." She drummed her fingers angrily on the bed, found the lack of noise frustrating, and stopped. "What is it going to take to get through to you?"

"How about a spanking?" Charlie blurted out, without thinking.

"A spanking? A spanking," she repeated more thoughtfully.

Charlie cringed, and suddenly wished he had kept his damn mouth shut.

Carla nodded slowly. "Since you seem determined to act like a child, maybe you should be punished like a child. I think a spanking is exactly what's called for. You've never been spanked in your life. Maybe that's what's wrong with you." She tried to ignore the hot knot of sexual excitement that had sprung to life the moment she thought of spanking him. She pushed away the crazy memory from her honeymoon. This situation was nothing like that, she told herself. This was a straight, disciplinary spanking between mother and son, and that was all.

"Get me my hairbrush from the dresser," she ordered sternly, trying to keep her voice from shaking. Her cunt felt hot and wet already.

Charlie opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it abruptly. The front of his robe hung peculiarly as he walked across the room. There were beads of sweat on his forehead when he came back with the hairbrush.

Carla took the brush hesitantly. She considered backing out at the last minute, then shook her head. If she didn't carry through on this, she'd lose control of Charlie completely, and he was all she had. She wished she was wearing something other than a knee-length nightie with nothing underneath it. The thin nylon had ridden halfway up her graceful thighs.

"Face down across my lap," she ordered.

Charlie's robe was standing out more noticeably. He was getting a hard-on! Carla suddenly knew she shouldn't do this, but knew also it was too late to stop.

Charlie knelt beside her on the bed, and lowered himself face down across her lap. His prick poked her in the thigh, then slid down between her legs. It felt like a hard, hot pole. It also felt fantastic.

Carla tried to ignore her son's hard-on, and tightened her grip on the brush. Reaching over with her left hand, she drew the back of his robe up and exposed his muscular buttcheeks. For a moment, she just stared at them, surprised at how pale arid smooth they were. She wondered why she had expected anything else. She remembered that when Charlie was a baby, she had enjoyed smoothing powder over his bottom. Her pussy oozed, and she reminded herself sternly of the purpose of getting her son in this position.

Angry with herself, Carla raised the brush and brought it down much harder than she intended. It cracked sharply against Charlie's ass and she felt him lurch in response.

"Yeow!" Charlie straightened up sharply, and clutched his blistered ass, his cock thrusting out through the front of his robe. Carla was paralyzed by the sight of his monstrous tool, was astonished that her son had become so mature, so huge, so desirable. God! His cock was gorgeous! The shaft was sleek and rigid and pale, the knob a deep rose, and gracefully sculpted like a blunt spear. Her cunt drooled as she stared at his incredible hard-on. Then she felt him looking at her, and yanked her attention back to the matter at hand.

"Bend over!" she ordered sharply. "Or this will just go that much harder for you. The longer this takes me, the more smacks you're going to get!"

Charlie was pouting, but bent forward across her lap. He wasn't lying on her this time.

There was something in his eyes Carla didn't want to see. It made her insides quake.

She dragged his bathrobe up to bare his ass again. It opened completely. Fortunately, she wasn't able to see his cock. She stared at his muscular back. He was on his knees and elbows, and his butt was thrust up boldly.

The side she had struck was a glaring pink. He brought the back of the brush sharply down on the other cheek. The sound rang through the room like a pistol shot.

Charlie sucked in his breath with a hiss as his body tensed with pain. Carla brought the brush down again. The third blow fell where the first one had, and brought a soft moan from Charlie.

The sight of his ass pinking up from the blows, and the months of bottled-up agony and tension and misery since Chuck's death all combined to reduce Carla's inhibitions to rubble. Swinging the brush still harder, she began to lay into Charlie with a vengeance. All her fury and frustration at the unfairness of the world boiled out of her. She whaled away at Charlie's ass. She was pounding him down. Every blow against his flaming butt loosened his resisting muscles. He slid slowly lower on the bed. His elbows and knees slipped farther and farther apart. His dick touched her, slid slowly down between her thighs. She felt a hot, slippery trail on her thigh as his cock burrowed down between her legs.

Carla's lust boiled higher. Her fury with herself and her son overwhelmed her. She rained blows on his ass with blind brutality. Tears blurred her eyes, making it harder and harder to aim. She was aware he was lurching with every stroke of the brush someone was bawling like a wounded calf.

Suddenly the brush slipped and flew out of her hand. It bounced crazily across the room towards the door. Caught unawares, she brought her empty hand down on Charlie's muscular butt with knuckle-bruising force. Suddenly she realized the bawling was coming from Charlie. His ass was scarlet, patterned with the rounded oval of the hairbrush.

"Stop, stop, stop! Please stop!" Charlie begged. His shoulders were shuddering and heaving with pain.

His pain and pleading cut into Carla like a knife, slashed through to her mother love, laid her open. Reaching down, she grasped him by his shoulders and pulled at him, trying to draw him up to comfort him. He came up off her lap and fell into her arms, then bore her down on her back on the bed. As she hugged him to her, he shifted and squirmed to bring his body in line with hers.

His legs wedged between hers. Her nightie rode up to her waist. Suddenly he was between her thighs. His cock found the hot nest of her cunt, and drilled deep into her steaming wet hole. Her hips heaved upward in blind, instinctive response as her cunt was filled with steel-hard cock for the first time in six months.

Still whimpering and crying, Charlie began to hump his cock in his mother's cunt, began pumping his prick in the channel that had given him birth. Carla's body responded with pure animal lust. She didn't care who the cock belonged to, she only cared about the friction against her cunt walls, the cracking of her clitoris between two bony arches. Clutching at the strong, slender body on hers, Carla abandoned herself to the orgasmic pleasure of a real fuck.

She spread her thighs wide, braced her heels on the edge of the bed, and welcomed his deep thrusts into her aching twat. She felt the head of his prick slain into her hole, prod and thrust against the end of her cunt. She bounced her hips on the mattress so hex crotch slammed hard against his and pulverized her clit to a patch of flame. Dragging his robe up to his shoulders, she clawed madly at his back, raked his skin with her nails.

"Awwwyeah! Awwyeah! Awyeah!" she grunted in frantic syncopation to his fucking drives.

Charlie was silent now, just panting heavily as he rammed his prick into her hot sheath. Grabbing his mother's shoulders, he heaved his cock into her seething hole, unaware even of the searing pain in his battered ass. All that existed was the pure animal pleasure of fucking.

"Aw God! Aw God!" Carla wailed. "AAaawww! Uuuuunnnhhh!"

She was coming. She was orgasming. It was like slow-motion films of a hydrogen bomb explosion an expanding fireball that swelled like a balloon until it filled her, overwhelmed her, scattered the blazing embers of her consciousness. And still her son fucked her and fucked her with eager, youthful stamina. The fireball of her orgasm coalesced out of the glittering fragments, proceeded to pulsate in time with the cock pumping in her hole. Her body no longer in the control of her mind, she just lay there, pinned to the bed by Charlie's bulk, and took it and took it and took it.

Having fucked only the night before with Ellen at the beach, Charlie's prick felt half-numb. He could feel the jizz gathering slowly in his groin as he pistoned his cock in the slick sheath of his mother's cunt. Her clinging, rippled walls clutched his thrusting rod. He kept fucking, and felt his coming growing closer and closer. It was like the long, slow ascent to the top of a wild fun-house slide. Finally he was poised precariously at the peak. He teetered there, likely to fall either way, back down the slope he had just climbed, or forward, into a wild, tossing ride of pure pleasure.

Another stroke and his direction was determined. He felt himself stumble forward and plunge over the edge. His balls convulsed and he hosed his mother's cunt with his thick sperm. His body thrashing, milking and spurting, he poured his load into Carla's spasming pussy.

Mother and son lay locked together, crotch fused to crotch until the last shudders died in them both. Then they lay limp and unmoving in the sunlit bedroom for along, long time.

"Ooohh, my God, my God, my God!" Carla wailed. "My God, what have we done?" Tears filled her eyes, pooled, then trickled into her hair as honor, guilt and misery took over her shattered body.

Charlie was unnerved by his mother's sudden sobs and tried to soothe her. He began stroking her gently. He still lay atop her, his withered prick still in her gooey cunt. "It's okay, Mom, it's okay," he repeated, over and over, and over again, until her sobbing slowed. "It's okay," he repeated until she was half dozing.

"Ohh, Charlie," she sighed at last. "What have we done?"

"Loved each other," Charlie answered with a lump in his throat. "We just loved each other is all, Mom. Don't worry, Mom, it's all right. Really it is."

"You're not bothered that you just fucked your own mother?" Carla asked.

Charlie looked down at her, and shook his head. "No, Mom, I'm proud. I'm proud you wanted me."

Carla drew a deep, shaky breath. "I've wanted you for a long, long time," she confessed, both sadly ant happily. Then she remembered the beating she had given him. "Uh… how's your… ass…"

"My ass?" Charlie asked brightly. "Hurts like a sonofabitch. You really laid it on me."

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm really sorry," she said miserably. "I lost control."

"It's okay," he assured her. "I deserved it, really. I-I was lying to you, Mom. Pete's car didn't break down last night. For a change."

"It didn't?"

Charlie shook his head. "I was having kind of a hot time with Ellen Jameson. We lost track of the time. There was a phone right there, too."

Carla gave her son a searching look. "You weren't a virgin, were you." It was a statement, not a question.

Carla sighed. "I've been so blind, such a fool."

"You have?"

"I've been blind to your growing up. I've been clinging to you like you were a child, instead of treating you like the man of the house."

"I'm still a child, in some ways," he blurted out. "I-I'm only eighteen. I've got a lot to learn, about a lot of things."

"Like sex?" Carla teased, tightening her cunt around his limp dick.

"Like women," Charlie answered. "I don't understand women, Mom."

Carla smiled. "Men never really understand women, no matter how old they are."

Charlie sighed. "Well, I don't seem to know nothing at all about them."

"Anything," Carla corrected automatically. "Anything at all. I thought everything was cool between Ann and me. Then last night she dumped me for Pete Mahoney. I wound up with Ellen Jameson."

"Eric's daughter?"

"Yeah. She's a real tease, but once I brought her into line, she was like a tiger. She likes it rough."

"Lots of women do," Carla observed, thinking of her honeymoon.

"From what Ellen said, her father's pretty strict. He spanks her when she does something wrong."

"Oh, he does, does he?" Carla was beginning to see Eric Jameson in a new light.

"Yeah, with a ping-pong paddle."

"Boy, that must hurt."

"Ellen says she doesn't mind. She says it shows how much he loves her."

"What's your feeling about being spanked at your age?"

"I see what Ellen means," he said at last. "I mean, it proves you care about me. But it also feels like I've got a bad sunburn back there, I can tell you."

"Maybe we could do something about that. Ointment or something would help take the sting out. Up you go," she ordered, even though she regretted losing his prick. She pushed his robe off his shoulders. "Let's be more open with each other from now on, okay?"

"Okay," Charlie agreed, lifting her nightie and pulling it off over her head. They grinned at each other for a moment.

"Lie down on the bed and I'll get some oil," Carla ordered.

When she got back from the bathroom, Charlie was on his stomach on the bed, his head resting on his hands. His whole ass was bright-red. She sucked in her breath at the sight.

"Pretty amazing, huh?" Charlie asked.

"Like a stoplight. This may take the sting out. Maybe not, though. It's not an anesthetic ointment."

Carla felt her guts tightening as she studied her son's form on the bed. He flinched when she touched his reddened ass, then relaxed slowly as she spread the soothing oil over his buttcheeks. As she stroked his abused flesh, she felt her excitement rising. He was a younger edition of Chuck, especially from this angle. His spine was straight and strong, his shoulders graceful and well-muscled. His torso tapered to a trim waist. His legs were long and slender. There was a hint of dark hair between his asscheeks.

He was smiling contentedly as she caressed his bare butt. Experimentally, she slid her fingers the length of his crack. His smile broadened at her delicate touch on the intimate area.

Carla probed a little farther, a little deeper. Charlie's butt rose invitingly to her touch. He liked it, was asking for more! She wondered if his bung could be as much of an erogenous zone as hers was. She probed deeper into his crack.

Charlie lifted his ass higher, brought his knees forward, spread his legs. His cock and balls dangled heavily below him. Carla stroked one oily finger the length of his ass crack, touched the dark pucker of his bung.

Charlie's smile broadened still more and he moaned his pleasure. His eyes were closed. His head was still resting on his hands.

Carla pressed her finger against his asshole. Her own lust rising, she probed her son's butt. Her finger penetrated his brownie, and she felt the muscular ring clench reflexively, then loosen slowly as if Charlie was willing it to relax. Then it clenched again.

"More, Mom," Charlie whispered when she hesitated.

Her insides knotting, Carla pushed deeper into her son's ass, watched her finger slowly disappear into his bung. The first knuckle slid out of sight, then the second. Then her fist dug into the floor of his crack. Her index finger was sunk full depth in his asshole. She twisted her hand slowly, rotating her finger in the tight sheath of his bung. Charlie purred with pleasure.

Looking between his thighs, she discovered his cock was distended again, and pointing heavily down towards the bed. Reaching between his legs, she curled her hand around his prick and pulled down on it. She stroked his rod, pumped her hand up and down on his steel-hard shaft while still squirming her finger in his butt.

Charlie's expression was one of pure pleasure as she buggered and jacked him at the same time. His balls dangled heavily, bumping her wrist each time she moved her hand up and down on his tool.

"God!" Charlie whispered. "God! Fantastic, Mom, fantastic!"

Carla was shuddering with excitement. "Have you ever fucked a girl – in the ass?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"Would you – like to do it – to me?" Carla asked, her voice breaking.

Without lifting his head, Charlie nodded.

His cock was as hard as steel. Carla covered it with the ointment while he knelt with his ass in the air. Then, a little reluctantly, she pulled her finger out of his bung and let go of his hot cock. She tossed the tube of ointment onto the bed. As he picked it up and opened it, she assumed the same hands-and-knees position he had been in. She felt as tight as a bowstring.

"You'll have to – grease me up, first," she told him hoarsely.

"Yeah."

She felt his hands stroking the sleek globes of her ass, sucking her up with oil, caressing her smooth flesh. Then his fingers slid into the crack of her butt. She bit her lower lip as lust flared through her. His finger stroked her bung, and the sphincter clenched anxiously. Her pussy was dripping it was so aroused.

His finger poked at her asshole and she struggled to loosen it. The twisting, drilling, probing finger being jabbed into her bowels made her squirm with pleasure and anticipation. She remembered the feeling of the cigar tube up her ass, and shuddered. Charlie's cock was infinitely larger than the metal cylinder, and was also alive, and hot, and her son's.

Charlie twisted a second finger into her butt as if trying to stretch her shitter, and Carla whimpered with pleasure. He was taking his time, greasing her ass carefully for his invasion.

"Please," she begged at last. "Please, Charlie, do it to me!"

"Yeah, Mom." He set the ointment aside decisively. "Yeah."

His fingers left her ass, and she braced herself for what seemed like an eternity, nothing happened. She felt the bed shaking and shifting, and resisted the urge to turn to see what was happening. She was quivering with anticipation as she huddled, ass high, head down, on the big bed – the bed she had shared with Chuck for so many years.

The touch of Charlie's cockhead on her bung made her jerk with surprise and relief. There was a slow increase of pressure against her butt, a steady building of pleasure. She struggled to unlock her asshole for him, battled her defensive reflexes.

She felt his knob begin to enter her bung, and tears of excitement stung her eyes. She felt the head of his rod begin to penetrate. The pleasure was even greater than she had imagined it would be. The muscular ring of her asshole was being slowly distended by the tapering cone of his knob. He drove inward. There was a stinging sensation, a stretching feeling, and then real pain, which only enhanced the excruciating pleasure.

She felt the knob of his cock enter her ass. There was a slipping sensation as the ring of her bung snapped into the groove joining his knob to the shaft of his prick. Then he pushed into her ass more quickly. She felt his towering rod pistoning deep into her butt, the shaft sliding through her gripping sphincter muscle with a searing, twining feeling. Her bowels were stuff I with his towering dick. Then his hips jammed up against her buttcheeks and she knew he was balls deep in her ass. The knowledge brought her to a sudden, sharp, flaming orgasm.

Charlie stopped moving, and her orgasm faded slowly. She licked her lips, cleared her throat, finally got her voice working.

"How does it feel?" she asked.

"Fantastic. It's tight, real tight, and sort of a greasy feeling. Real hot and tight, mostly. How's it for you?"

"Fantastic," Carla moaned. "Feels like I'm in the middle of the biggest, greatest bowel movement in the world. Can you move in me?"

"Don't know how long I can without coming," Charlie said nervously.

"Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter," Carla assured him. "Do it, just do it."

Charlie began to pump in her, and her pleasure skyrocketed. She felt her ass ring tug outward when he drew back, drive inward when he rammed his cock into her bung. Her ass blazed from the friction, and her cunt wept because of its emptiness. Reaching back under herself. Carla massaged her streaming cunt, then rolled her clit against her pubis. Her pleasure grew and grew.

Charlie fucked and fucked his cock in her tight asshole, hands gripping her small waist tightly. He fucked more and more quickly, pistoning his prick in her butt, his hips slamming against her buns and sending shocks jolting up her spine. He hauled back on her as he drove forward, pushed her away as he drew back. He was totally in control of the cornholing, and she loved it. She was whirling in a cyclonic, continuous orgasm. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

Charlie slammed at her, slammed at her again and again, and then reamed her butt out one last time. He held her jammed back tight against him as his prick convulsed and jerked in her tight asshole.

Carla felt her son's jizz jetting deep into her guts. Her orgasm climbed a notch higher and pulsed in time with the jerking, jetting cock in her ass. Then her consciousness faded slowly in the glittering haze of pleasure.

She came to when she felt her son's cock leaving her stretched, well-fucked ass. She slid forward and lay on her stomach on the bed. Charlie stretched out on top of her, his prick nestled between her oily buttcheeks. He hugged her warmly and tenderly.

"Thanks, Mom."

"Thank you! You were fantastic."

"Now I need a shower."

"Could I wash you? The way I did when you were a baby?"

"I'd like that. And I'll wash you, if you'd like."

"I'm sure I'd like it!"

So, lovingly, they bathed each other under the hot spray. They were both too exhausted to become aroused again, but enjoyed it anyway.

"Know what I am now?" Charlie asked as he dried his mother's back.

"No, what are you?"

"A mother-fucker! Supposed to be the worst thing in the world."

"And is it?"

Charlie shook his head.

"Uh… you know," Carla said, "You should uh… keep dating girls."

"You don't mind?"

"I – well, yes," Carla admitted. "But it just wouldn't be right for you not to."

"You should go out, too, Mom," Charlie noted. "You really should get married again."

"You think so?"

"Yes."

"But I don't know anyone," Carla pointed out. "What about Eric Jameson?"

Carla thought about him for a minute. She liked him. She had been avoiding his sexual advances only out of loyalty to Chuck. Now that her own son had fucked her twice, saying no to Eric Jameson seemed ludicrous. "Maybe you're right," she said, pulling on her robe.

"Don't dress, Mom," Charlie urged. "I like seeing you naked."

"Well, okay," she agreed nervously. "You'll stay naked, too?"

"Sure." Charlie grinned.

"Be kicky having Ellen around all the time." Charlie chuckled. "Be real kicky, me with Ellen and you, you with me and Eric."

"And Ellen with you and her father?" Carla asked.

"With her father?" Charlie asked.

Carla shrugged. "Why not? Why not have her be a father-fucker?"

"Yeah, why not?" Charlie exclaimed.

"Because it's undoubtedly both illegal and immoral," Carla said drily.

"Have to get a bed ten feet wide to hold us all! Hey, I'm hungry. How about breakfast?"

"Brunch, you mean," Carla said, looking at the clock. As she puttered around the kitchen, she wondered why she felt so little honor at what had happened. Maybe because now things were better between her and her son than they had ever been before.

But she did have the feeling that sooner or later the sky was going to fall. She shivered. Then she saw her son watching her, and the fear melted in to a soft warmth at the sight of his naked body. Maybe it would be all right. But the nugget of fear remained.

"Charlie?"

"Yeah, Mom?"

"I don't think it would be a good idea for Ellen, or anyone, to find out about – us," Carla cautioned. "It's fun to joke about the four of us doing things, but it can't ever really be that way."

"Why?"

"Because it's against the law."

"Yeah, Mom, I know. You're right."

"It was fun dreaming though, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was fun dreaming," Charlie agreed. "We'll have to be real careful."

"Real careful." She smiled. "Love you, Charlie."

"Love you, Mom."