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CASE HISTORY TWO

Case Subject: Odelia R. Age: 38

Sexual History: After the sudden death of her husband, thirty-eight-year-old Odelia R. found herself alone and helpless. Her late husband had been a protective man who shielded her from the realities of life. Now, she had to cope without a mature man at her side. Eventually, she believed she recognized traits in her twelve-year-old son that reminded her of her own husband. She then installed the boy in her bedroom and made him the head of the family. This included incestuous, sexual relations.

ANALYST: Are you having sexual relations with your twelve-year-old son?

ODELIA: Yes. Ted fucks me at least once a day. On week-ends, two and three times.

A: Why do you find it necessary to have sexual relations with your own son?

O: in a way I don't think of having relations with my own son. When I fuck him, he's really my… husband. My late husband.

A: You see certain traits in your son that reminds you of your late husband?

O: Very much so. Yes. Ted becomes my husband in bed. At least, in my mind.

A: Did you have a successful sexual relationship with your husband?

O: The very best. Raymond, my husband, was a bull of a man. He'd fuck me every day. Sometimes in the bathtub, or when I was sittin on the john, he'd go down on me and suck my cunt.

A: A virile man.

O: Yes, and of course after he left me so suddenly I was disconsolate, broken up, I thought I'd go crazy.

A: And so, you turned to your son who was at the age of puberty.

O: No, not right away. After all, incest isn't something one does swiftly or without thought.

A: What made you finally decide to have sexual relations with your son?

O: I found out that Ted had sexual relations with his grandmother.

A: On what side of the family.

O: The woman was the mother of my husband.

A: She is still living?

O: Oh yes, a very strong, robust and horny, old woman. She was the first to get into my Teddy's pants.

A: How did you find out?

O: The old woman told me.

A: She confessed? A sixty-five-year-old woman?

O: Yes, she confessed to sleeping with my twelve-year-old son. And she was quite proud of her accomplishment. She did seduce him, successfully.

A: Why did she tell you.

O: Because she urged me to fuck him too. She said he was as good as her son if not better.

A: The old woman knew her son was virile in bed?

O: Oh yes, I'm sure she had fucked him at one time or another.

A: Did she admit to having incestuous relations with your husband?

O: No, not directly. But I can read between the lines.

A: But she did admit to having sexual relations with your son?

O: Yes she did.

A: This experience must have had a profound effect on your son.

O: It did. It also influenced my attitude towards incest.

A: How did your mother-in-law seduce your son who happens to be her grandson?

ODELIA: After my husband died so suddenly, I was disconsolate, and not fit to be around my son. Someone had to take care of him. After all, poor Teddy was only twelve at the time. I immediately arranged with my mother-in-law to take care of the boy for a few weeks or months. At least, until I recovered from the terrible shock of my husband's abrupt passing. My mother-in-law agreed, quickly.

My mother-in-law is in her late sixties but she belongs to the class of wealthy, pampered women who remain youthful looking despite their advanced age. She dresses smartly, and has nothing better to do than to take care of her health and figure. She also is a widow and is constantly on the go. Las Vegas and so forth. She loves to dance and have a good time. She doesn't act nor look like Whistler's mother. Ted didn't mind staying with her since she lives in a mansion of a home, and like all doting grandmothers is willing to cater to the boy's every whim.

As Grace, my mother-in-law later explained, the moment Teddy walked into her home, she got hot pants to fuck him. But she was smart enough to attempt the seduction in a discreet way. If she was too abrupt in her demand for his cock, she'd scare the boy who could report her and make trouble. But after the first day and night alone with the boy she was masturbating at almost every hour. Once she happened to walk into the bathroom when he was taking a shower and inadvertently got a glimpse of his dick.

"Oh how the boy is hung!" she gushed to me. "I've got to make him. He reminds me so much of my own son." And then she went on to describe in ecstatic detail the size, shape and coloring of my boy's cock.

I was mildly surprised at her confession of lust for a boy who was only twelve years old. But I was in no position to dispute or reprove her lustful yearnings. My husband had made her the executrix of the estate, and my future inheritance depended on this woman. She was in the driver's seat. Even the monthly allowance I received from my husband's estate came from Grace. All I could do was listen and make a mild protest.

"But the boy is so young," I told her.

"Bullshit," the silver-haired woman snorted. "My own son was even younger when he started to ball. Do you want Teddy to grow up and become a pansy, a Goddamned queer?"

"No," I replied. "But I think he's too young and too innocent. After all Grace you're his grandmother. Suppose he has a traumatic after-effect."

The old woman snorted, "Suppose nothing," she retorted. "He'll get broken in early, and it will do him the world of good. All this education about a boy being too young to fuck is nonsense. It doesn't go over anymore. More harm is done by keeping young boys virginal. They should get fucked as early as possible."

I sighed. The strong-willed, old woman had the upper hand. If I protested too much, she'd give me a hard time with the estate money. And I was hoping to take a long vacation, a cruise to get away for a while. I had no alternative but to let her have her way with my boy. And there was a possibility she could be right. I knew Teddy was jacking off, and perhaps a good piece of ass would do him a bit of good. I tried to close my eyes and mind to the incest part. At that time, I didn't think it was right for a woman to screw her own grandson. And yet, I replied in the affirmative:

"All right," I said.

Later on Grace told me how she managed to break down Ted's natural resistance to getting fucked by his own grandmother. She had decided to get him in the mood by showing him some hot fuck movies. However, she didn't tell Ted that the movies were on the erotic side.

One evening when they were alone in the house, Grace asked the boy if he wanted to watch some movies that had belonged to her own son.

Of course the boy agreed since he loved to watch movies. Grace set up the home screen and projector, and sat alongside of Ted as she flicked on the machine. I knew that my husband had a taste for erotic movies but I didn't know that he lent them to his own mother. That confirmed my suspicion he used to screw her. At any rate, Grace had no hesitance in turning on the reel, and letting my twelve-year-old son watch a thoroughly disgusting sex movie. By chance, or perhaps it wasn't quite by chance, the theme of this particular movie had to do with a mother-son fucking scene.

In this particular movie, the mother was portrayed by a woman who was probably the same age as Grace. Her son was in his teens in the movie, the mother inadvertently walks into the bathroom while her son is seated on the john and masturbating himself. She pretends to be shocked. The boy, his pants down and his long, stiff tool in his band looks ashamed and disturbed at being caught by his gray-haired, old mother.

"What are you doing?" she demanded to know of her son.

"Jacking off," came the reply. The boy in the movie looked about fifteen years old.

"Why?" asked the woman. "What good does that do you?"

The boy, his hand still holding the cock, replied, "Sometimes I just have to ball, Mom. But I don't have a girl friend. Even if I did, she wouldn't do the things I fantasize about, the things that really turn me on."

The look of shock and horror disappeared from the womans face. She looked more kindly, more understanding. Her son had a problem, and she wanted to know about that problem, and try to help if possible.

"What do you fantasize when you masturbate?" the mother asked.

The son blushed crimson.

"Please tell me, darling," the soft-faced, old woman urged. "I want to help. You do need help, dear."

With his fist still curled around the long, and still very stiff prick, he replied, "It's kind of far out but I can't help it. Every time I jack off I think of doing this kind of thing, and I blow my load almost immediately."

"Tell me, Son," urged the woman. "Tell mother all about it."

The boy continued. "I'm sitting in the tub with the water about half full. Then, this beautiful woman climbs in with me. She's really stacked with great, big boobies, narrow waist, and an enormous ass. Her legs are terrifically shaped, too. And what a cunt! It's look delicious enough to eat. And that's, what I want to do. But first… First," and the boy began to mumble incoherently. His face blazed crimson-colored.

"Go on," the understanding old woman urged. "First… you want to do… what? What do you want to do when that beautiful, naked woman climbs into the tub with you? Tell me, darling."

With his hand still clutching his reddening pecker, the boy blurted out. "Piss on me. I want that beautiful broad to unload her beautiful cunt all over me… all over my face. Oh, Mom, it would feel so great. All that hot, sensuous piss hitting my thin, and sensitive facial tissues. What an excitement!"

At first, the motherly old woman was silent. Then she replied, "What you want is abnormal, Son. Abnormal and disgusting. You must be cured."

The boy looked as though he was about to burst into tears. "I know it mommy," he replied. "But what can I do. Every time, I go to jack off, I don't think of normal boy-girl stuff like the other kids do. The first thing that races through my mind is the piss-on thing. I want to be cured. But how?" his voice rose to a wail. "How?"

The mother came to a decision. "It's up to me to cure your son before you grow any older and become a pervert."

"But how?" the boy wailed. "How can you cure me. This vision in my mind is so strong. Even now, I want to jack off with the thought of the piss-on before my eyes."

The old woman started to disrobe. "I'll have to do it, Son. I'll have to give you a piss-on in that way, once you get drenched with all that terrible smelly urine, you'll be cured once and for all. Never, again will you have such disgusting fantasies."

The boy thought a while. "Yeses," he finally sighed. "Perhaps, you're right, mommy. Cure me once and for all. But how?" he wanted to know. "How are you going to cure me of wanting a great, big piss-on?"

"By giving you one," the old woman exclaimed with much emphasis. "By squatting over your face, and letting loose with every ounce of piss in my bladder. Once you feel all that hot, steamy pee from my hot, steamy cunt, you'll never want to do such a disgusting thing again."

Confronted at last with an opportunity to receive a woman's piss all over his face, the boy hesitated. "Are you sure it will be all right?" he asked. "I mean you won't hurt me will you mommy?" he asked. The length of his pecker began to shorten. The tissues grew a bit softer.

"Take your clothes off," the woman told her masturbating son. "I'll do likewise, and give it to you in the tub."

The boy stood up and looked at his mother with startled and yet excited eyes. Clearly, he had never seen his mother in the nude before. "But I'll see you without any clothes on, mommy," he said. "Will that be right? Won't that be incest?"

The woman continued to disrobe and she removed her clothes in such a hurry, it was also clear she could hardly wait to expose herself in front of her son. "No," she said as she pulled off her dress. "It's only called incest when I fuck you. All I'm going to do is piss on you. Just looking at my cunt won't do you any harm. Maybe it'll do you some good. It'll cure you of your shameful habits."

Accustomed to obeying his mother, the boy stood up, and proceeded to disrobe. During this period, his cock still remained semi-rigid but when he stepped out of his clothes completely and exposed his totally nude body to his mother, the peter stood up again.

The gray-haired woman stepped out of her panties and revealed herself nude to the bulged eyes of her teenage son. Despite her age, she was still stacked with plenty of tits, a shapely body and big, fleshy buttocks. The hairs around her cunt were salt and pepper-colored. It was clear that she, too, was in a state of excitement. Her clitoris stood up and resembled a miniature dick. The thick lips of cunt were red and slightly apart revealing the soft, oystery flesh in the valley of fuck. From the way her eyes sparkled, it was obvious, she was excited and could hardly wait to ball her own son. However, the initial act was going to be a piss-on.

Filling the tub half-full of water, the boy sat down, and the woman squatted over his face. Looking up, the young fellow was confronted by the distended lips of cunt, the hairs and his mother's lower belly.

"Should I close my eyes?" he asked in a hushed and excited voice.

The woman smiled down at her son. "Wouldn't you like to kiss my cunt, first?" she asked. "A great big kiss before I start to leak love juice all over you?"

"Yeses," the boy hissed, and slid both hands under the cheeks of his mother's ass. One finger found its way deep inside her asshole and he forced her body closer to his mouth. His lips and nose disappeared inside the tangle of cunty hairs. His tongue darted out and speared the cleft.

"Ahhhh," the old woman burbled. "You'll make some lucky woman a good cunt lapper."

After kissing his mother's cunt for about five minutes, the boy's head rolled back and he closed his eyes. "All right, mommy," he said in a hushed but excited voice. "I'm ready. Ready for the piss-on."

Looking down at her son with his face held backwards, the woman smiled a lusty smile and relaxed the muscles of her bladder. One, single drop of urine dropped through the pee-hole and bounced off his chin. The feel of this hot, drop of cunt liquid thrilled him for he shivered.

"More," he begged. "Give me more of your hot piss, mommy dear."

His request was instantly obeyed. Following the path of the first drop a torrent of golden, sizzling hot cunt-pee splashed through the cuntal orifice and drenched the upthrust face of the young boy. The moment the flow commenced, the boy's hard-on grew stiffer, more pronounced, more perfectly angled for the fuck. Grasping the penile shaft, the boy commenced to stroke it back and forth at a furious speed.

"Oh mommy," he squealed. "Feels so good. Your hot cunny piss feels so fuckingly good. More," he yapped in a loud voice. "Don't let it stop just yet. Give me more. So hot," he cried. "Gonna come. Gonna shoot out a big one. More," he continued to whine in a high, nasal pitch.

The woman squeezed her bladder to milk out every possible drop of the love liquid which she gave her son so willingly. And she didn't spray it exclusively over his face. She kept on rotating her hips to let the stuff bounce off his chest, his throat, and even as far back as his penis. When the flow splashed over his turgid dick, he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Oh wow," he yelled. "Does it ever feel good over my prick," and he stroked at an even faster rate of speed.

Looking back over her shoulder, the woman admonished her son. "Don't blow out, yet," she warned. "I've got another use for that stiff one."

When she finally stopped pissing, her intentions for the boy's cock crystalized. Moving backwards, she positioned herself over the cockhead, and then, sank down her still wet and juicy cunt. The head disappeared and so did the remainder of the shaft. Then, she let the weight of her body rest on her son's lower abdoman. His cock was totally sheathed within the scabbord of motherly cunt.

"What are you going to do, mommy?" the boy asked through clenched teeth. Clearly he was having a difficult time in restraining the juices of cock from overflowing the eye on the head.

"Fuck," his mother told him. "I'm going to fuck you good, Son. That's the only way to cure your masturbating all over the toilet seat every day. From now on, whenever you get a bone on, you fuck your mommy and don't waste it with a hand job."

Before the boy could reply or defend his tendency to masturbate, the mother began to pump her hips up and down the boy's pole of cock. His clawlike hands reached up and grabbed hold of her flying tits.

"Yummy," he babbled. "Give me cummy. Give me cunny nummy. Give me all you've got."

The woman laughing with joy and fulfillment, shouted back, "And I'll take all you've got. Every inch. Every Goddamn, fucking inch. Every horny, sonly inch of prick. I'll cure you of jacking off. I'll cure you," she kept on shouting at the top of her voice.

In a very short while, the woman thumped her cunt to blow off. The camera hovered over the shooting cannon of sonly meat, and then examined the wilting dick that still clung to the lips of the incestuous cunt. Then, the motion picture reeled to an end.

Naturally, my own son Ted was visibly affected by such a disgusting moving picture that his grandmother contrived to show him.

"Did you like the show?" Grandmother Grace asked my son.

Ted could hardly find his voice. Naturally, he was shocked. He had never heard of a mother having sexual relations with her own son. And the sight of the filthy piss-on scene had revolted him, too.

"Didn't know that boys fucked their own mothers," Ted replied in a feeble voice.

Grace asked. "But wasn't it exciting? Didn't it turn you on? It turned me on, darling."

Ted looked shaken. "Turned you on? In what-what way?" he asked in his innocent voice.

"Heated up my cunt," was the brazen reply.

For a moment, Ted didn't reply. He had never heard his grandmother use such gutter language. The state of his penis was definitely not one of arousal. It was soft and limpid and in no mood for a hard-on.

Continuing in her own, filthy way, the grandmotherly looking woman turned on the lights and stood up. "I'll show you what I mean, Son," she told Ted. Before he knew what was happening, she yanked up her skirt and wriggled down the brief panties. Then, she stood before him, her legs spread apart, her cunt in full view.

"It's all heated up, darling," she told Ted. "Look at the lips. Aren't they red and thick. And look at my cunt-cock. My female prick. I've got a hard-on, dear. Your poor, old grandmother has got herself a great, big hard-on. But what good does it do me?" she asked. "I haven't got a boy friend. And all the old men I do know are too Goddamned old for me. I need something young and stiff," she purred. "Something that can take charge and boss my cunt around."

The exposure of his grandmother's genitals and the sound of her filthy, disgraceful talk began to affect Teddy, sexually.

My son's cock erected.

Grandmother Grace looked down at the bulge between Ted's legs and exultantly exclaimed, "Why darling, did the sight of your granny's box turn you on? Do you want to feel it? Do you want to kiss it? Tell me, darling. What do you want to do with your granny's big, hot box?"

Ted replied and didn't even recognize the sound of his own voice. "Fuck it," he blurted out. "Want to fuck it. Got a bone on. Got to sink it into something soft and hot and juicy."

Grandmother Grace's eyes sparkled. She looked like a young woman again. "Of course, I'll fuck you Grandson, dear," she said, her full, red lips curving back in a wicked smile. "But how? How do you want Granny to fuck you, dear?" Quickly, she told him. "I'll do it any way you want. Any way," she exclaimed again to emphasize her willingness to perform in an incestuous way.

She added. "I'm shock-proof. What are your fantasies, dear. When you jack off, don't you have a special kind of fantasy you favor above all others?"

"Yeses," Teddy said, thoughtfully. "I do."

With her cunt still exposed, Grace rubbed up against my son. "Tell me what it is, dear," she urged, breathlessly. "Tell me what kind of jack-off fantasy my baby grandson has."

Ted began to describe his most recurring masturbatory fantasy. "This woman is sitting on the john with her legs spread wide apart. I'm on my knees between those legs. I stick my tongue up her cunt as I jack off. I mean, I'm stroking my cock. After I blow her, we reverse positions. She straddles me, and pumps out her fuck. While she's doing this, I'm sucking on her titties."

"Beautiful," Grace sighed. "What a beautiful vision of cunt suckery." Quickly, she added. "Of course, you can eat my cunt while I'm seated on the john. You can stick your tongue clear up the crack. I'll even sit up higher to let you run your tongue under my ass and lick my asshole. Wouldn't that be neat?" she asked me smilingly.

The thought of sucking a woman off while she was seated on the john boned up my son again. "Yes," he confessed. "That would be neat. But…" he hesitated.

Grace was already beginning to disrobe, to expose her grandmotherly body in front of my son. "But… what?" she asked.

"You're my grandmother," Ted said with a release of breath. "A grandson isn't supposed to eat his own grandmother's cunt."

Grace quickly reproved him. "Eating my cunt isn't any different than eating any other cunt," she contended. "Close your eyes if it's going to bother you!" She assured him. "Once you stick your tongue up the crack, or get a taste of my hot asshole, it won't make any difference what relation I am to you. The desire of your prick will take over. And you'll find it is more exciting to think of me as your grandmother. Just think," she gushed, excitedly, "not every young boy gets the opportunity to eat his own granny's pussy-box. You'll find it most exciting. And I'll let you lick my bum, too. You'll love it I assure you."

By now, Ted's cock was in such an agitated state, he could no longer argue with his grandmother. "All right," he replied. His voice sounded shaky. "I'll do it. But I still don't think it's right."

Grandmother Grace squeezed my boy's stiff prick. "Your cock must think it's right," she laughed. "Now, don't be silly and follow me into the bathroom."

Ted followed Grace into the can where they both disrobed. At sight of his granny's nude body, the boy's eyes bulged. She was better proportioned than he had expected. And the sight of her old pussy didn't turn him off at all. To the contrary, the gray hairs of cunt turned him on.

"You've got a lot of hairs," he whispered in an anguished voice.

Grace plopped her ample cheeky ass down on the toilet seat and spread her legs. Patting the fur piece, she laughed, "Come and get it, dear. It's all yours." Then, she braced herself on the wood board and raised her legs up a bit. "See," she explained, "when I raise up in this way, you can stick your tongue down under my cheeks and lick my asshole. You'll love the odor when you're good and hot. Your daddy always went for the smell of a hot ass, too."

Ted dropped to his knees and positioned himself between the legs of his old grandmother. Then, to make certain he didn't get afterthoughts and try to renege on his promise to eat her pussy, the woman clamped her thighs tight against the facial cheeks of my son. Now he was trapped, and she had no intention of freeing him until he did his tonguing duty.

As things developed, that worry should have been her last one. Once Ted caught a smell of the hot, sexy cunt, he let out a whimper of gratitude and stuck out his tongue. The tip of the tongue caught the tip of the clitoris, and Grace let out a yelp.

"That's right, Grandson," she shrieked. "That's the place to eat. Roll your tongue all over my prick. Bite it between your lips and pull back like it was an earthworm. Pull on it, Son. And while you're pulling, suck. Roll the tongue all over the clit shaft and wet it with your saliva. Don't stop, darling. Eat cunt! Eat your granny's cunt," she continued to exhort at the top of her lungs.

In a very short period of time, my son got onto the hang of eating pussy. It didn't make any difference now that the box belonged to his grandmother. It was a cunt and that was all that mattered. And although he as a virgin when it came to mouthing a woman's genital organs, he quickly became an expert and displayed a talent for cunt suckery that even surprised his grandmother. His timidity quickly evaporated, and his tongue took over the situation. At first, the tongue concentrated almost exclusively on the woman's stiffened clitoris. He clamped his thick lips around the head and bit down. Then, as urged, he yanked back on it. His tongue slid under the shaft and then around the sliver of cuntly flesh. Once moisture began to ooze through the pores of the clitoral skin, he dropped the tongue to suck on the soft, inner meat of pussy. Here the walls were already hot and moist and he sucked as though attempting to draw out every drop of that liquid. Then, he received another inspiration. Stiffening the muscles of the tongue, he drove it deep into the cuntal orifice as though the oral instrument was a solid prick. Indeed, he commenced to use his tongue like a fucking cock in and out of the twat it ran. Back and forth in a very definite copulatory movement.

His grandmother almost went out of her head. "Oh boy," she chortled. "What a wonderful cunt lapping tongue. That a boy son. Eat it up. Eat it all up. Your grandmother loves the feeling of that long, hungry tongue up her twat."

With each dart of his cunt-stabbing tongue, Ted grew in confidence and expertise. After a while, he grabbed hold of Granny's legs and threw both of them over his shoulders. Now, her body was tilted slightly back to reveal the under part of her buttocks. The cleavage was also exposed and this exposure enabled Ted to stick his tongue under both cheeks and stick it up her asshole. This he accomplished without a bit of hesitation or grumbling. He knew Granny wanted the feel of a hot, wet tongue up the bum, and he wanted it, too.

"Goddammit," Granny exclaimed with eyes almost popping out of her head. "That tongue feel good up my shit-hole. Lick it out eon. Lap and lick and suck my ass. That's a good boy. I'm so sensitive back there," she exclaimed. "So Goddamned, fuckingly sensitive back there."

All the time this was going on, Teddy was stroking his own tool. Yet, he was careful not to let it climax. Every time he felt that he was approaching an ejaculatory point, he'd stop the hand action, and let his tongue continue to lick and lap. Finally, Granny let out a whoop and holler and threw her cunt forward. The hot, wet, hairy organ caught Ted smack in the face. As the grandmotherly tricklings spattered through Grace's cunt, Ted opened his mouth as wide as possible to catch every possible drop of the stuff that came from his grandmother's inner being. From the way his red cock kept quivering, the chances of achieving a cockly orgasm were very great, too.

But the young boy was growing up almost instantly. Now, he had enough sense to abate the flow of his own juices. He fully realized that Grace had to be dicked. A tongue job was only a preliminary thing with her. Tongue was great but she had to have something long, and solid, to finish off the job.

Staggering to his feet, he pulled his grandmother off the john and took her place on the already warmed-up toilet seat. Looking down at her grandson's stiff prick, the woman straddled his lap and for a moment let her very wet pussy box hover tantalizingly over the slit. Then, she dropped the weight of her body.

"Oh grams," Teddy exclaimed. "My cock has disappeared up your cunt. All the way in. It's all the way up there."

"Yes, yes," Grace chortled. "Can almost taste the cockhead. It's deep. Very deep. Now, hang on for the ride," she yelled and proceeded to rise up and down by flexing her knees, and letting the back of her buttocks plop against Teddy's legs.

Teddy grasped both of her cheeks and kneaded them around as though they were made out of dough. His fingers jabbed into her asshole and every now and then, he'd pull out those very same stink fingers to sniff at them and then suck the shit off with his tongue.

At first, he tried to restrain a premature ejaculation but after about five minutes of such play, the movement of his grandmother's body, the smell of her ass and the feel of her moist, humid cunt, Ted's arm's flew backward and he cried out his warning.

"Gonna blast you, grams. Gonna blow out a loadful clear up your grandmotherly cunt."

"Let it go," Grace chortled. "I'm already letting loose. Go, Son, go. Don't hold back, now. Let it all go!"

Both Grandmother and Grandson climaxed in unison. The old woman, at completion, toppled backwards and rested against the wall. Rivulets of cunt-come trickled down her thighs and legs.

"We'll have to do it again," she breathed with difficulty. "You'll have to fuck your old grandma again. I love it. Loved every fucking inch of it darling. And I've never been eaten better. You've got what it takes to become a marvelous lover. Some woman will be proud of you. Wait and see."

Teddy began to have afterthoughts. "I don't want people knowing I'm a mother fucker. And please," he begged, "don't tell my mom. What will she think of me? Fucking my own grandmother." He shuddered. "She'll think I'm a pervert or something."

Grace replied, quickly, "Nonsense! She'll be glad to know you're normal and not a queer. I'll tell her everything, and she'll be proud of you. Wait and see."

After my mother-in-law did confess the whole sordid episode to me, I was shocked and hurt. And yet, because I was financially dependent on her, I couldn't protest.

"He's so young to eat cunt," I murmured, protestingly.

Grace brushed aside her objections. "Nonsense! He's young enough to learn all about a woman's pussy. I don't want him growing up frustrated or becoming a queer. You should be glad he had a clean, decent woman to break him in."

"Yes, I am," I was forced to reply. "Still…" I hesitated to complete my thoughts aloud. To tell the truth I felt jealous. I had always hoped I'd be the first woman my son became attracted to in a sexual way. Grace read my thoughts as though she was a mind reader.

"Of course, you're welcome to fuck him, too," she smiled with a sexy wink. "You're all alone now and need a man to take over. And I promise you, Teddy can take charge. He's his father's son and no doubt about it. He's all guts and cock. Trust him, and you won't suffer."

Inwardly, I breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, I'd love to have my own son fuck me and take charge of my life. But… how shall I go about it? I'm his own mother. He'll be a bit more hesitant with me."

Grace nodded. "Yes, he has this incest hangup all right. It took a bit of persuasion on my part to get him to go down on me. That movie did the trick though. After he watched the scene of the kid getting a piss-on from his own mom, he got the idea that I was hot for cock, too."

I hesitated and then asked, "Would it help me? I mean if I showed him a film. Do you think he'd get the message, too?"

She shook her head. "No," she said. "To be quite frank with you, I don't think it would do at all. It worked once. But you've got to go about it with a bit more finesse."

"But how?" I wailed.

The old woman came up with the solution. Perhaps she had the idea all along. "Suppose you and Teddy catch me fucking a boy his age. The sight of me balling the kid will arouse him. Then, you'll be able to lay him without any trouble. Once he catches sight of my naked, bucking ass, he'll want to fuck in the worst way. And the fact you're his mother won't make any difference."

"Sounds all right," I had to confess. The sight of old Grace balling a kid would probably turn me on, too. "But who are you going to fuck?"

The old woman confessed. "I've had a hard on for quite some time for the young, black kid who delivers my daily newspaper. The next time he comes along to collect for the weekly delivery, I'll seduce him. You and Teddy can watch. And when you're hot enough you can join in the action. Matter of fact we can have a four-way swing if it works out. After you've balled Teddy, we can switch partners. You fuck the black kid and I'll let Ted eat my cunt again."

I grew excited. "I've read so much about swinging. Sounds exciting. Oh yes, I'm all for it. I just hope that Teddy will go along with our plans."

"He is on the conservative side for one so young," Grandma Grace complained. "But I think he'll come around when he sees me and the black kid having such a good time." She added. "Teddy is a natural fuckster. All he needs is a bit of encouragement and a chance to get over this incest hangup. I'm sure he realizes now that my cunt felt no different than the box of any other female."

"I can hardly wait." I said, truthfully.

The black kid collected for his papers every. Saturday afternoon, and so Teddy and I arrived at Grace's home. Ted didn't know, as yet, that we intended to have a four-way fuck. He merely thought we were going to have Saturday dinner at Grandma's place. Grace was wearing a tight-fitting bathrobe, and explained that she intended to take a bath later on, and so didn't dress up as yet. The robe was tightly belted around the waist which revealed her ample curves. And too, the fabric was a flimsy material, and it was possible to detect the ample, dark bush of cuntal hairs between the legs. Teddy looked at Grandma with surprise.

He whispered to me. "Is she expecting her boyfriend. She's all perfumed up, and it is possible to get a close look at her tits and twat."

I tried to reprove my son. "You mustn't talk like that about your own grandmother. She is going to take a bath and doesn't have to dress up for her own family."

Ted blushed. "Of course. I know Grandma would never do anything wrong."

We sat around and chatted. Grandma sipped on a Scotch and soda, and I could tell that she was quite nervous. She had been hot after that black kid for quite some time. Finally, the doorbell rang and Grandma leaped up as though galvanized by an electric shock. Pulling the belt even tighter around her waist, she went to the door and let in the black boy who couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen years old. He was a good looking kid, built strong and was wearing tight-fitting denims. It was possible to make out the outline of his genitals. His cock appeared to be much longer than most boys of his age possessed.

Grandma was almost slobbering. "Come right in, dear," she told the boy. "I'll fetch your money right away."

When Grandma came back into the living room with her purse, the belt to her robe was untied, and when she opened the purse, the robe slipped open to reveal her naked body, the cunt with its hair, the tile with their red nipples and the shapely hips.

The black boy blinked at the sight of so much female nudity. And before he could check himself, his long cock slid upward to make a tentlike affair around the middle of his tight pants.

Grandma didn't appear to notice that she was exposing her box. She kept rummaging in the purse but pressed forward. The tip of the boy's cock pressed up against her box. His round, white eyes almost popped out of his black face. I watched with extreme interest in Grace's tactics. Perhaps, some day, I would have to employ the same ruse to seduce a boy. Ted's eyes were popping almost as large as the ones of the black kid. His own penis began to expand. We were seated on the couch, and I leaned over.

"Look at the black, boy," I whispered, and touched Ted's cockhead.

He didn't seem to realize that I was touching his cock.

"Yeah," he replied. "Is Grandma going to screw him?"

There wasn't any doubt about that fact. And the black boy began to realize that the old woman was purposely trying to seduce him. When this realization hit him, his cock grew even more stiffer. Apparently, old, white women turned him on. Probably, this kind of woman had seduced him in the past.

Grandma Grace still continued to look down into her purse. But all the while, her hands were busily engaged in the task of unzipping the boy's fly. He didn't protest or attempt to push her away. Instead, he stood very still as the long, white and shapely fingers of Grandma pulled the fly open and reached inside for the meat. Quickly, she grasped the black prize and yanked it out.

For the first time, she appeared to notice. "Why darling," she murmured, "I didn't know I had a hold of your prick. Do you mind, sweetheart?" she asked and let him smell her perfumed body.

Ted turned white. "She's going to fuck him," he whispered to me.

Now, I grew bolder. Taking his cock, I unzipped the fly and yanked it out, too. "Sorry, dear," I apologized. "But your mom is hot."

"That's okay, Mom," Ted whispered back. "I've always wanted to be a mother fucker."

"Oh darling," I crooned. "I'd love for you to fuck me, too." All the while I was speaking, I was busily engaged in the job of tugging down his pants and twisting down his shorts to expose the lower portion of his body.

Ted said, "Gee it's no fair, Mom. You're looking at my exposed prick but I've never seen your bare twat with all its hairs. And your cheeky ass. I'm just dying to goose it, and to lick it, too. Oh Mom, hurry and take off your clothes."

I didn't want to steal any of Grandma's thunder or to interfere in the least with the way she was seducing the black boy. But then, I thought that if I disrobed now I'd be helping her. The chance to look at two naked females instead of only one would heat up the kid and make him a better fuck. And so, I stood up and proceeded to disrobe.

By this time, Grandma Grace had dropped the bathrobe to stand naked in front of the black boy. "Do you know what I want?" she asked the kid.

The boy nodded. "You wants me to fucks you," he replied. "A lot of old, white ladies wants me to screw them."

"And do you?" Grace asked, sweetly. "Do you oblige the old, white ladies by treating their cunny boxes?"

"Yes ma'am," the boy replied, "I do. They give me money though," he added, quickly.

Grandma Grace took out a twenty dollar bill from her purse. "Will this be enough?" she asked. "And there's more where that came from if you do a really good job for me," she stated before he could reply to her question.

The boy took the bill and stuffed it in his pocket. "Yeah, that'll be enough. But if you like the way I handles my black meat, I'll expect more the next time."

"We'll talk about that the next time," Grace said, her voice hardening. She didn't like the commercial tone of the boy's voices I knew what was in her mind. She'd give him such a hot ride, he'd beg her for a fuck the next time and there would be no talk about money.

While this transaction was taking place, I was taking off my own clothes. They came off quickly enough. It excited me to think that I was going to expose myself in front of my own son. And the fact that the black kid was watching also increased the interest in this particular situation. Quickly, I threw off my clothes and stood stark naked in front of Teddy.

With arms akimbo, I modeled my own naked body. "What do you think, Son?" I asked. "What do you think of your mom's cunt, tits and ass. And don't forget to appraise my long, shapely legs. Everything I've got is yours son. Take a good look."

Teddy did take a good look. His eyes rolled over every inch of my nude body. He smacked his lips when he drank in the sight of my elongated tit-nipple. And he kept on licking his lips as he gazed down at my exposed box. Sniffing, he tried to inhale every scent that wafted through the humid box of cunt. My long, shapely, nutcracker legs appealed to him, too. And to make certain, be missed nothing at all, I turned around to let him get a good look at my back and buttocks. Bending over slightly, I reached back and took hold of one cheek. Pulling it aside, I let him look deep into the inner portion of my backside.

From a wall mirror, I saw his nostrils twitch as he tried to inhale the odor that came out of my asshole. It certainly did my ego a lot of good to realize that I was the object of a twelve-year-old boy's sexual attentions.

Finally, I asked, "Do you want to fuck mommy, dear? Do you want to make your mother happy by drilling out her cunt with that long hose of cock that is hung so beautifully between your legs?"

"Oh yes," Teddy replied, emphatically. "I've dreamt of becoming a mother fucker. I've jacked off thinking about pumping out your ass."

Across the room, the activities between Grandmother Grace and the black kid were beginning to heat up. After the boy agreed to do anything Grace wanted for twenty dollars, he removed his clothes under the admiring gaze of the old woman.

"Nice," she said with a deep sigh as her hot eyes took in every inch of the black, naked skin. The boy was on the athletic side, well developed, and firm and with a long, manly prick. Even the balls were black. Grace commented on this fact. Clearly, this was the first time she had ever sexed a black male.

"Everything is so black," she gurgled as her eyes rolled over the penis, the balls, and the smooth, rolling buttocks.

The black boy looked at Grace with equally interested eyes. Balling elderly, white women was his bag. He appreciated her white skin, the way her big titties sagged, the sag of her fleshy ass and the huge, hairy cunt.

"Cunt hairs," the black boy murmured. "They is even silver colored. And your…" He was referring to my mother-in-law's clitoris which was a big one.

Grace smiled, proudly. "My prick. Is that what you're looking at, darling? It's all yours to suck on in fact, I wouldn't think I got my twenty dollar's worth if you didn't eat Granny's cunt."

Placing an arm around my own son for the first time, I drew him close to my body. For the very first time in my life, our nude bodies met, the unadorned bodies of mother and son. Reaching down I took hold of my son's erected cock for the very first time, too. I squeezed the sonly cock of bone.

"Oh Mom," Teddy cried. "Your hand feels so great over my prick. Bet it would even feel good if you jacked me off."

"I'll jack you off any time you desire, Son," I told him. "But isn't that a waste. I'd love to feel my son's meat hammer inside my cunt whenever it gets so nice and stiff."

Teddy's knees began to sag. "Got to ball, Mom. Got to fuck you. I… I always wanted to become a mother fucker."

Pressing him tightly against my body, his head buried itself between my more than ample tits. "My little mother fucker," I replied. "Of course, you can ball your mother. From now on, I'm going to be the only cunt you do ball."

"Except Grandma," Teddy reminded me. "She said she wants me to service her, too."

At the moment however, Grandma Grace was getting serviced by a naked, black boy. While Teddy and I had been conversing, Grace and her paper boy had decided to waste no more time. The old woman had forced the boy on his back and she mounted him in the traditional woman-on-top position. After sinking the black cannon up her cunt, she had reached under, grasped the cheeks of his ass and was now busily engaged in the act of fornication.

But that position didn't suit me at all. I didn't want to become the dominant figure in our relationship. I needed a man in the house, a man to replace my husband. And now, I had found one in the person of my own son. From now on, he would take charge of the house and of my cunt.

"Fuck me, Son," I ordered but in a docile, pleading way. "Fuck your ever loving mommy."

Teddy took charge. He laid me on the floor. The boy mounted me in, the classic man-on-top position, slid both hands under the cheeks of my ass, yanked the lower portion of my abdoman up tight to his body, and commenced to pump out my motherly pussy.

"Take charge," I shrieked. "Take charge of my cunt, Son. Boss it. Boss my cunt. BOSS MOM'S CUNT."

And that's exactly what my precocious son did. He took charge. All of my previous fears about being alone evaporated. Realizing that I now had a man in charge of my life as well as cunt, I shrugged off my inhibitions. Throwing both legs around my son's ribcage, I locked his body to mine in a scissor hold. But the cheeks of my ass were still free to bob and joggle around. The boy's balls flattened against my cheeks every time he thrust downward.

In a very short period of time, Teddy gasped out in a strangled voice. "I'm gonna…"

"Me too," I replied with tears welling up in my eyes.

Ted's cock exploded in his mother's cunt!

My box caught fire and detonated, too.

Across the room, Grandmother Grace was hurling out the foulest obscenities as she, too, climaxed.

As Ted toppled off my body, he whispered to me. "Let's go home where we can ball in private. I don't think Grandma will want me to service her today."

Grandma Grace was still busily occupied with her black lover. "Yes, by all means," I agreed. "Let's go home. I'm in the mood for a juice suck of my cunt."

Ted licked his lips. "Me too," he confessed. "I've been wanting to suck your box for a while now," he admitted. "Every mother fucker wants to eat his mommy's twat."

We dressed and left for home. For the first time since I became a widow I didn't mind returning to an empty house. Now, I had found another man to take charge. The fact that Ted was my own son meant nothing. As far as his prick was concerned, he was a real man. At any rate, he was man enough for me… man enough to boss my cunt. And that's all I wanted…