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CHAPTER THREE

"I wish I could at least get out of bed by myself," Phil said helplessly. Karen's tall, muscular, eighteen-year-old son, her youngest boy, shook his head as he watched her soap his leg. "It's really embarrassing having you do this for me, Mom. I feel like a little kid."

"There's nothing wrong with feeling like a kid every once in awhile, darling," Karen cooed. Sitting beside him as he lay on his back on the mattress, she dipped the washcloth into the bucket of water and soaped farther up his thigh. "Even your father lets me mother him every once in awhile. Now you just relax and let me do the worrying, okay?"

Phil sighed, folded his arms behind his head and said nothing. His body was lean and beautifully muscled, naked except for a towel covering his crotch.

Karen knew that in a minute she was going to have to lift that towel to wash his prick, and the prospect both frightened her and made her tremendously horny. Little did her son know how stiff her nipples were, how hot and juicy her pussy felt with its overflow of fuck cream. Deep down inside she knew that she was finally going to give in to the shameful desire of fucking her own boy.

She'd always managed to suppress the wanton craving in the past, venting her incestuous lust with studs like Ricky. But neither of her sons had ever had an injury like this, either.

It happened to Phil the other day in football practice, a muscle spasm in his lumbar erectors that made it impossible for him to walk without intense pain. Such spasms weren't serious, and the team physician had promised that Phil would be back on his feet in a week if he just stayed in bed.

But that meant that Karen had to stay home and do everything for him in the meantime, from bringing him his meals to giving him a sponge bath. It was only noon now, and she knew no one else would be home for many hours. The circumstances were so unavoidably good for her youngest son's seduction.

She continued to wash his body diligently, soaping and rinsing his thighs, chest, arms, shoulders and hard muscular stomach. Then there was nothing to do but lift the edge of the towel. Phil blushed as soon as she touched it.

"I… I think I can do that, Mom," he said, and tried to reach for the washrag. But instantly his face contorted with pain, and he had to let his head fall back to the pillow.

"Don't be such a little warrior, darling," Karen chided, taking the sponge from him.

"You can't move, and that's all there is to it. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I am your mother, you know."

Phil muttered something and stared at the ceiling. Karen lifted the towel off, exposing her teenager's prick. Then she felt her pussy burn with lust, and she knew that soon she'd have to take his cock down her throat.

His was a big prick. Phil's prick was flaccid, but hung on the hairy, wrinkled sac of his balls like a thick tube of meat, capped by a fat, spongy cock-knob. Karen soaped the washrag all around his well hung prick, never taking her eyes off his prick.

Then she sponged his balls, and then, saying something to the effect that his prick got dirty too, she started to wash his prick.

And immediately his prick started to get stiff. Phil's face contorted miserably with humiliation, but there was no restraining the hot swelling of his cock. Within seconds his prick was throbbing and as hard as bone, rising out of his short hairs to quiver lewdly over his stomach.

"My heavens, Phil," Karen said, suppressing a nervous giggle. "I didn't know a washing would get you so excited."

"I'm really sorry about this, Mom," Phil said, blushing crimson. "This is so fucking embarrassing."

"But there's, nothing to be embarrassed about," Karen replied and clenched the washrag around the root of his prick. "To tell you the truth, I had no idea you were so well endowed."

She was losing control of herself, but she had no desire to resist her fuck urges anyhow. Lightly Karen moved the washrag up and down Phil's prick. His cock responded by throbbing stiffer than ever, twitching and jerking painfully over his navel.

"God, Phil, you really do have a hard-on!" Karen laughed. "It's been years since I've seen your fathers cock so stiff. Don't any of your little high school girlfriends give you any sexual relief?"

"It don't make any difference," Phil said miserably. "I'm horny all the time."

"I'll bet you are, darling. You're a teenager. But you should try to get laid more often. It's not healthy to walk around with such an enormous boner. You need a… release."

Then she dropped the rag into the bucket and wrapped her fist tightly around his cock. Phil gasped as he watched his mother expertly start to beat his teat, pumping her fist furiously up and down the iron-hard column of cock.

"Jesus, Mom!" he groaned. "What do you think you're doing to me?"

"I'm helping you, darling," Karen replied evenly. She scooted close to his ass and jacked his prick faster and faster, smiling as she watched pre-cum ooze from his cock's rosy tip. "It's obvious that you need this a lot more than a bath. Now relax and enjoy yourself. Here – this should help you cum."

Tugging his cock with her right hand, she undid the sash of her bathrobe with her left. Then she pulled apart the halves of the terrycloth robe, exposing her enormous tits. Phil's cock immediately jerked madly in her stroking fist, looking so stiff that she feared his prick might instantly start spraying his cum.

"Oh fuck, Mom! Oh, fuck!"

"Your dick is much stiffer now, darling," Karen observed. She wiggled her shoulders, making her oversized tits quiver like huge mounds of jello. The silver-dollar-sized purplish nipples were crinkled and stiff. "It turns you on to look at my breasts, doesn't it? It's too bad you can't remember how you used to suckle them as a baby."

Phil's face was glazed with shock and lust. It was obvious that he was in no condition to resist anything she might do to him. Pushing her fist to the root of his cock, Karen lowered her head and wetly kissed the tip of his prick. Wantonly she pushed her tongue onto his piss-hole, licking up the salty juices that oozed up from his bloated balls.

"Oh Jesus, Mom…"

"Don't tell anyone about this, darling," Karen murmured huskily. "Not your big brother, and especially not your father."

Then she opened her mouth wide and, with a contented gurgling sound, stuffed almost a third of her son's big prick down her throat.

Phil sighed with pleasure and did nothing to stop her. Karen whimpered as she pursed her lips in a tight circle around the blue-veined stiffness of his cock. Then she puckered her cheeks and eagerly started sucking her boy's prick, rolling her tongue all over the shiny skinned crown of his cock.

"Ahhhhh, fuck!" Unable to move the rest of his body, Phil shook his head deliriously back and forth on the pillow. "This is so fucking wrong… oh shit, it feels good. Suck it, Mom. Suck off my dick!"

Karen's pussy burned and throbbed as she fell eagerly to the task of doing just that. Up and down her head bobbed, lasciviously fucking her face with her son's magnificent hard-on. Alternately she caved in and puffed out her cheeks, working her mouth like a bellows, increasing the suctioning pressure around his cock.

Phil winced as his prick grew to painful hardness inside his mother's buttery mouth. Karen tightened her little hand around the base of his cock. Urgently she beat his meat as she sucked the prickhead, racing her fist up and down the stone-hard stiffness of his cockshaft.

"Gonna cum," Phil moaned. He managed to lift one hand and place it behind his mother's bobbing head, digging his fingers into her thick hair. "Oh God, this is the best blow job I've ever had. You suck so hard, keep sucking, Mom. Please make me cum."

Smacking, slurping sounds filled his bedroom as Karen hornily continued to give him head. The harder she sucked, the more his prick throbbed, and soon its swollen, bloated hardness told her his balls were about to explode at any moment.

"Cum for me, Son." Saliva drooled from her mouth as she took his prick momentarily from her lips, and looked at him with glistening, sex-starved eyes. "I need it, darling. I just love to drink cum! Let me keep sucking you. Shoot your big wad down my fucking throat!"

With that she dropped her head back to his lap and opened her mouth as wide as she could, cramming almost half of his big steely prick between her lips. Karen gurgled and sucked as hard as she could, feeling her cheeks flush brightly with the wanton pressure her lips and tongue made on her son's cock.

"Awww, Mom!" Phil gasped. He pulled her hair and made soft, whimpering sounds as the cum load tingled for release in his balls. "Cumming, oh suck it, Mom, suck harder, ahhh, yesssss!"

His big prick tossed off between her lips, spraying the roof of her mouth and her throat with spurt after a spurt of thick, milky cream. Karen groaned wantonly with satisfaction as the first taste of Phil's load rewarded her diligent sucking.

Her fist moved in a blur on his cock, jacking him off as hard as she could, literally tugging and milking every drop of jism from his swollen balls. Then she slurped as she worked her throat muscles, gulping and swallowing, greedily eating every spurt of her son's cum.

After his prick finished pumping out jism, she continued to lick her tongue round the cock-knob for a minute, cleaning the mixture of saliva and jism off her son's prick. When she finally lifted her head his cock was glistening and, she was delighted to see, still as hard as a rock.

"Oh, darling, how wonderful," she whispered reverently. "You've still got a big hard-on. Would you like to feel my wet, hairy pussy sucking on your cock?"

Phil gulped and nodded his head, as his prick pulsed angrily with a fresh load of cum.

Karen rose from the bed long enough to shrug off the robe, exposing all of her slender, big titted body.

Then she climbed back onto the bed and mounted her son, planting her knees on the mattress to either side of his hips, leaning forward so that her mammoth, cherry-capped tits dangled pendulously, over his chest.

"I'm putting it in now, lover," she hissed. Reaching between her girlish thighs, Karen grasped the pulsating length of his cock and directed the heart-shaped prick-crown to the fur-fringed lips of her pussy. "I'm putting your big hard dick in your mother's cunt!"

She fit the drooling cock-knob onto her fuck hole and wiggled her little ass, rubbing the tip of his prick all over her cunt. Then she fit the cock-crown between her pouting cunt lips and pushed herself down, moaning with wanton incestuous delight as her son's fat cock fucked into the encasing warmth of her cunt.

"It's going into me now, Phil!" she gasped. "Unhh, you've got such a big cock! Oh fuck, it's stretching my little pussy! You're fucking your mother now, darling! Don't you love fucking your mother's hot cunt?"

Phil could only stare dazedly at her huge shaking tits and the hairy triangle of her pussy, watching his veined cockshaft disappearing between the greasy, clinging folds of her cunt.

He could feel his mother's fuck tunnel sucking around his cock, as if welcoming his prick into her dripping pussy.

Fucking me, Karen thought giddily. She started humping her ass, simultaneously wiggled her hips to help her son's cock fuck all the way up her tight pussy. She nearly came at the thought of the obscene act she was now part of.

Fucking me, she thought repeatedly. My son's long, thick prick… going up my pussy. He's fucking me. I'm getting my pussy fucked by my horny teenage son…

She rested her ass on his thighs with all of his prick inside her, staring delightedly at her lust-glazed expression, moaning as his big prick throbbed to the hilt in her syrupy pussy. Slowly she lifted her ass, feeling his stiff cock slide out of her fuck tunnel until only the prick-crown separated her pussy slit.

She sat back down on it, then she eagerly began to grind and hump, fucking her buttery cunt up and down on the satisfying stiffness of her son's prick.

"Can you move your ass, Phil?" she pleaded lewdly. Faster and faster she humped over him, as he lay motionless beneath her, letting her ass and pussy do all the work of their fucking. "Awww, your cock feels so good inside me! I'm creaming, darling! Can't you move your ass and fuck me too?"

Slowly, painfully, Phil worked his hips off the mattress. Cumming and fucking were good for his back injury. Within seconds he was humping beneath her almost as hard as he could have if not injured, moaning as he fucked his long, swollen hard-on in and out of his mother's hairy cunt.

"That's right, darling, you fuck me so gooood!" Bucking her ass like a wild woman, Karen leaned forward so that her huge tits dangled over his face. She hefted one tit and rubbed the crimson nipple onto her son's lips. "Suck it for me, Son!" she pleaded. "Suck my nipple while you fuck my cunt!"

Phil opened his mouth wide and enveloped the stiff, crinkled cap of his mother's tit. He puckered his cheeks and sucked furiously, as if intent upon drawing milk from her enormous tits. Then he started moving his ass much faster, oblivious to his back injury, rhythmically fucking his blood-engorged hard-on into her cunt.

"Gonna cum, Phil, keep fucking me!" The bed shook obscenely beneath them as Karen feverishly fucked her pussy onto her son's cock. Her cunt was so dripping wet that the fuck juices oozed out of her pussy crack and made her inner thighs sticky with cunt oil. Every stroke seemed to go deeper into her pussy; his big prick packed her full with cock meat with every thrust.

"Cumming now!" Karen dried suddenly. The sucking pressure on her nipples and the feel of his prick fucking into her pussy seemed to merge into it's huge throbbing presence growing and burning in her belly. "Ungghh! Yes, oh shit, my pussy's so hot! Fuck it, Phil, fuck it harder! I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!"

Phil aggravated his back injury by lifting his ass completely off the bed, ticking his cock all the way into his mother's throbbing fuck hole. Then the white load of his second cum spouted from the tip of his prick. Karen shrieked with incestuous pleasure as she felt his jism pumping her pussy to bursting with the gooey load of her son's cum.

"I love you, darling!" She flexed her pussy muscles around his gushing prick and showered his face with kisses. "You fucked my pussy so good! I love my son's great big beautiful cock!"

But Phil's face was now a mask of fear, and he was staring intently at something behind her. Karen turned her head to see what it was. Then all the breath seemed to rush out of her lungs as she saw the shocked, enraged face of Phil's father, her husband Henry.