Perversion : Part 2

100% fiction!

mom didn't give any indication that she knew what went on at Gran's. As the day wore on I began to wonder if Gran had been bullshitting me about Mom and Uncle Charlie. By supper time I was sure of it.

A little after ten, when the TV movie was over, Mom took a shower and came back in her ratty old flannel robe.
“(sniff sniff) Something stinks in here and It sure ain't me. How about washing the crud off your smelly body? You want everyone in church tomorrow to smell you?”

I knew I didn't smell that bad and the smile on her face told me she was kidding. I showered, put on my pajama bottoms and went back to the living room. Mom had a big bowl of popcorn and motioned for me to sit on the couch with her to share it. Actually it was more like a double chair than a couch, just barely wide enough for both of us, so it was nothing unusual when I put an arm over the back of the couch. This time, though, I put my arm around Mom's shoulders and she snuggled up closer. I gave her a little hug and she looked up and smiled.

The next time I gave her a little tighter hug, she smiled again, looked at me for a few seconds, then turned to kiss me. Not a mother-son kiss, but a male female first date type of kiss, a bit of passion but not too much.
“That was pretty nice. Let's try it again.”
Listen to your mother, right? I was game to try it again, and the second one had a little more going for it, Mom's lips were open just a tad.
“Hey, you're not bad at this.”

Now we traded tongues, and Mom got turned on as much as me. When we broke we were both panting like marathon runners.
“Did Gran teach you this or did one of your girlfriends?”
I saw no reason to lie. “Huh uh, I'm learning from you.”

A few seconds into our next kiss Mom's hand rested high on my thigh. And a minute later it was resting on my prick. God damn, it felt good! As far as I was concerned, if she wanted to rub my tool through my PJs till I came it was all right with me. But Mom had other ideas.
“I'm getting a cramp. Let's go where we can be more comfortable.”

She led me down the hall with her arm around my waist. I started our with mine around her waist but half way to her room I let my hand slide from her hip to her ass. She didn't complain so I kneaded her cheeks till we got to her room. She turned, put her arms around me and we kissed again. My prick pressed against her belly, her tits mashed against my chest and our tongues stretched to the limit in one another's mouths. Now I had both hands free to squeeze her ass and I played with both cheeks. Then Mom broke our kiss and dropped her robe.
“Show me what you learned at my mother's,” she yanked the drawstring of my PJs, they fell around my ankles, I stepped out of them and we fell to the bed.

Mom pulled my crank to her pussy and it slid in like it knew what it was doing. Now she gripped my cheeks to guide my movements the way she wanted. I was more than willing to let her call the shots, her pussy was even better than Gran's, softer, tighter, wetter and hotter. As soon as it got in past the head Mom let out a sigh of contentment.
“Aaah, that's good! I was sure your prick would feel better than your uncle's.”
“It does, huh? Well, you're pussy feels better than your mother's.”
“Glad you think so. Now let's shut up and concentrate on having a good fuck.”

If there's any other kind of fuck besides a good one I haven't had one yet. But I will say that Mom was always a better fuck than Gran.
My tongue explored Mom's mouth while my dick explored her pussy. And while her mouth sucked and nibbled my tongue her pussy sucked and nibbled my dick. Suddenly Mom went totally stiff and locked her arms and legs around me in a tight bear hug.
“OhmyGodalmightyI'm cummin'youwonderfulsonofabitchfucktheshitoutofme!!!”

The only part I understood clearly was 'fuck the shit out of me' so I did my best. It must have been good enough 'cause Mom came like nobody's business, bouncing her ass and damn near bucking me off, mumbling something I didn't understand. Slowly she settled down and smiled at me but didn't relax her bear hug.

“Now that's what I call a good cum! I don't know if I want to share you with Gran, I think I might keep you all to myself.”
Jesus, a compliment like that made my head swell up and my prick get harder.
“I wouldn't mind that one little bit.” Then panic set in “Oh shit, Mom, what if you get pregnant?”
“Don't you dare stop till you cum! And don't worry, I've had one of those IUDs for a good while now.”

That good news had a better effect than her compliment, and about fifteen seconds later I came with explosive spurts. I felt like my whole insides were blasting into Mom's cunt.
My dick wilted and slipped out about the same time my breathing returned to normal and I rolled off to lay beside Mom. God Damn, I felt good! Totally relaxed, my whole body as limp as my prick. I laid there, smiling, happy as a pig in shit and was just about to tell Mom how great I felt when she started to snore softly. Damn, she was as relaxed as I was!

That was it for me till she woke me with a kiss the next morning. I grabbed for her tit but she pushed my hand away.
“Sorry, Lover, but we have to get ready for church. You know how your uncle gets when someone's late.”
Uncle Charlie was the pastor of our church, a real fire and brimstone preacher, which was why I wasn't sure I should believe what Gran told me about him.
“Mom, can I ask you a personal question?”
“You can ask anything you want, but I might not answer.”
“The stuff Gran told me about Uncle Charlie. Is it true?
“Don't you mean about her, me and him? Yeah, it's true.
“Well, did you ever let him, you know, screw you in your uh, you know, your ass?”

She gave me a dirty look and didn't answer but pulled me out of bed and hauled me to the bathroom.
“Brush your teeth, you can have the toilet when I'm done.”
She noticed me staring at her pussy in the mirror and chuckled. “Jesus, Ben, I'd think after last night you could brush your teeth without trying to peek between my legs.”
“Shit, Mom, I could never get enough of looking between your legs. Besides, you never let me watch you pee before.”

She laughed and spread her legs wide, then with a little grunt she let a squeaky little fart followed by a hard stream of amber pee.
“Take a good look, then, 'cause we gotta get goin'.”
“We comin' straight home after church?”

She wiped, flushed, and joined me at the sink to brush her teeth.
“I don't think so, why?”

I squeezed her cheek and tucked my finger between them. “Why do you think?”
“I think we both would like to skip church if we could get away with it. Go get dressed.”

I drained my bladder, a tough task with a raging hard on, dressed, and she drove us to church.