Brenda felt a surge of nervousness as she walked up the stairs. Everything was set up, including several extra hidden video cameras to record the momentous evening from every possible angle. Finally, after all the waiting, there was nothing holding them back anymore from going all the way.
She knocked on Adrian's bedroom door, and then walked inside. She was still wearing the French maid outfit she'd put on for Alan. Now that he was gone, she made no effort to keep her nipples covered up. She struck a sexy pose at the doorway. "How 'bout it, my Pooh Bear? Ready to fuck your mother?"
Despite all her sexual experience, and even a wild sex life in recent weeks, the words "ready to fuck your mother" shocked and aroused her. She thought, This is for real! Theoretically, one could say that all the stuff I've been doing at the Plummers is just wild partying and role playing. But this is real incest. It's illegal! It's hard core! There's no turning back from this!
He looked up at her in surprise. He was still curled up in a ball on his bed, where he'd been staring at a clock on the wall. "Hey, what are you doing here already? We still have thirty-three minutes to wait!"
"I know, but I just spoke to Master Alan directly, and he's given us permission to get started right away. Isn't that wonderful?"
He assumed she meant that she'd just talked to Alan on the phone. "Awww, Ma, did you have to mention HIS name?! That sucks. Oh, man!" He had been surprisingly successful at his attempt to simply tune out for a while, so his pulse was calm. But upon hearing Alan's name, not to mention seeing his mother look so sexy, his heart started pounding so hard and rapidly that he felt a tight pain in his chest.
Brenda realized that she'd screwed up in the excitement of the moment. Because she loved both Alan and Adrian so much, she sometimes forgot the tension between them. "Never mind that, take a look at me." She ran a hand along the door frame in a provocative manner, causing yet more of her ample rack to fall out of her dress.
Adrian loved the show she was putting on, and his penis quickly engorged, but he was still miffed. "Why'd he have to do that? I'd MUCH rather wait longer, than have to do this on HIS time!"
Brenda had recovered from her gaffe and realized that the more they talked about Alan, the worse it would be. She knew she had to distract him. So she struck another seductive pose, leaning back against the doorframe, and threw him a pouty coquettish look, while murmuring, "Well, we can either stay here in your room and rant and rail against him... or... we can both go to my room and do something much more enjoyable. So which is it going to be, cutie?"
He made some unhappy grumbling noises, but when she started sucking on two fingers and then stroking their wetness through her tremendous cleavage, he knew he couldn't refuse her. He got up just in time to see her slink her way out the door into the hallway, complete with a "come hither" finger beckoning him her way.
She made sure to walk ahead of him to her room, so he could watch her plump yet firm ass swaying back and forth. The French maid outfit was purposely designed to expose the entire ass, and she made good use of that fact. When she got to the door of her bedroom, she stopped and bent over, pretending to pick something up (when in fact nothing was there). Knowing that there was no way for her son to get past her, she took full advantage of his attention and wiggled her ass at him, just to give him a good show.
He wasn't much of an ass man, but seeing her pussy in full view and leaking rivulets of cum definitely got his motor running. He gulped nervously. Damn! Before long, I guess that my dick is actually going to go into that slit. Tonight! It's gonna happen tonight! Even with the totally outrageous way Ma has been teasing me lately, it just doesn't seem possible. I mean, she's my mother! She's the most beautiful woman in the whole world! And she wants to be with me? Scrawny little me?!
She stared at the carpet and pretended distress. "Oh no! Aidy, whatever am I going to do? I'm so hot and horny, so eager to get royally fucked by your hot beef steak, that I'm dripping all over the place. Look!" Gazing over her shoulder at her son, she brought a hand to her ass.
She could see his penis was still flaccid, due to his nervousness, so she upped the ante. She ran a finger through her swampy inner thighs. Then she brought the finger up to her mouth and licked it clean.
Still pretending to be dismayed at her "problem," she gave a look over her shoulder of exaggerated anguish and asked plaintively, "Whatever shall I do? Should I just stand here dripping and ruining the carpet?"
Adrian was feeling impatient and surly. He just wanted to get past her at first. Then he really stopped and stared, because he had no way to get past her. Then it hit him, She's all wet like that 'cos her pussy is getting ready to be invaded by a penis. MY penis! Holy... Damn! His arousal surged. Suddenly, he blurted out, "What are we just standing here for? Let's do it!"
She giggled with glee. "I like that kind of take charge answer. Is that an order... Master?"
"YES!"
She giggled some more, and scampered on towards her bedroom.
He eagerly followed.
She led him to her extra large bed, and they both sat up in it. She knew that, despite his growing arousal, he was still in a mood to bitch about Alan, and he was likely to take almost any opening and turn it into an excuse to complain about him. She also knew he was extremely nervous, and she was surprised at just how nervous she felt too. So, although she wanted to talk about the sex they would soon be having, she decided it would be better to pick a safer subject for a while. "You know, Aidy, it's funny. I've known for years that you're fascinated with my breasts, but I never really asked you why. Is it just because of their size?"
His voice was flat and sullen, but that was hiding his churning emotions and his raging lust. "No. I'm annoyed at people who stare at them just because they're big. That's probably what Alan does." (He was even trying to use this to bash Alan.) "But they don't understand."
She didn't say anything, since she wanted him to get this out of his system.
He started to warm to the subject. "There are lots of big breasts that are ugly. Downright ugly! They're all saggy and flabby and floppy. They have no style. No shape. No grace. And they're all pale and veiny, and their nipples are huge and ugly. Usually the women are pretty fat, too. Some boobs are so huge that it's downright disgusting. And don't even get me started about fake ones. Ugh! Bigger is definitely not always better!"
She just looked down towards his crotch and nodded, rather than interrupt him. She was basking in the hungry look he was giving her.
His voice turned downright passionate. "But you! Your tits are perfection."
She started to tingle with pleasure, seeing the look of lust and admiration in his eyes. She hefted her twin mountains from underneath and thrust her chest forward (even though her French maid outfit was already propelling them up and out). "You can touch them, you know."
He eagerly grasped them with both hands and started to knead them gently. His desire grew as his troubled spirit was calmed. "These! These are works of art! They sit up so high, especially considering their weight. And there's no signs of age - none! And round, they're so round! But not the fake kind of round. Anyone can tell at a glance that they're all real! And the nipples! I don't know where to begin; I could talk about your extra long nipples all day! These tits would be beautiful at any size, but the fact that they're all that, and so big too, makes them absolute miracles!"
Brenda didn't want to pit Adrian against Alan, but she knew that Adrian needed a little extra motivation to fully get over his funk. She taunted, "So, you're just gonna crawl away and give up on these breasts of mine, huh? You must be bored of them - and me - already."
He momentarily stopped his fondling to blink in incomprehension. "Huh? Ma, what are you talking about?"
"It seems that all you wanna do is complain about Alan. Is that what you want to do: to spend all evening bitching and moaning about how life is unfair?"
He was about to launch into a diatribe about how life IS unfair, and that Alan had no right being anywhere near his mother, and so on. But he caught himself. No. Ma is right. That's not the way. Not tonight. Am I gonna let Alan beat me? Am I just gonna give up, because he's hypnotized her somehow? Am I gonna let him get in my head and ruin my night of nights?
No way! Alan, I may not amount to much, but my ma deserves better than you! Her tits deserve better! It's like throwing pearls before swine to let you grope blindly at these twin masterpieces! No, Ma needs me. Her tits need me! She needs someone who'll rescue her from an evil bastard like you! Someone who loves her and would still love her even if she was flat-chested! Can you say that, Mr. Harem Asshole Big-dicked Piece of Shit? No, I don't think so! Ha!
I'm the one that loves her, the only one, and I can prove it! I figure that if I can fuck my ma, and fuck her and fuck her and fuck her some more, she'll be so satisfied that she'll never need to run to you again.
Yes! I can see it now! My mission, my goal, my purpose! I'm gonna fuck my ma and save our family!
Brenda was spellbound, because she was able to watch her son transform right before her eyes. She was reminded of the Grinch from "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas" and the epiphany the Grinch had when he realized that the Whos of Whoville were still having a merry Christmas even though all their presents were stolen. The Grinch's heart literally ballooned in size until it practically burst from his chest, and from then on, he was dramatically changed for the better.
An aggressiveness seized Adrian, which Brenda had never witnessed before in her life. He had been fully aroused from all her teasing, but he was still too nervous to get an erection. However, his penis had been steadily rising while he relaxed as he talked about her breasts, and now he was at full mast. He was sitting on the bed between her splayed-out legs. He suddenly grasped her legs with both hands and said, "Okay, Ma, I'm gonna fuck you!" Then he paused, uncertain how to proceed. "Um, what should I do?"
She said, in delight and surprise, "Just scoot up and stick it in. Natural instinct will do the rest. Here, let me help you." She was still wearing her French maid outfit, but she didn't want to spoil the mood by taking the time to undress, especially since the outfit didn't cover up anything important anyway. She quickly lay down, keeping her legs spread wide. As he scooted up, she sat up, grabbed his erection, and guided it in.
Just like that, he was inside her. In his haste, he didn't pause to adjust or work his way in slowly. He pushed and pushed and pushed, helped along by her copious natural lubrication. In a matter of seconds, he found his erection had completely disappeared because all of it was inside his mother!
Only then did he realize just what he'd done. I'm in... my ma! I'm fucking my mother!
Brenda was similarly blown away. She was grateful for this unexpected development, because she was getting so nervous that she was starting to tremble, just as he was. Now she could feel the tension draining away. Instead of worrying about his performance, she could revel in the wonderful way her pussy was getting stuffed. She vocalized her feelings. "Aidy, you're in! You're all the way in! God, it's so good! This is real! Real sex! Real incest! A son fucking his mother! How does it feel?"
His excitement level had just shot off the charts, and he was ready for more, much more. He wanted to thrust already. But her question caused him to pause and focus on the feelings surrounding his erection first. "Oh my God! I LOVE it, Ma! It feels... It feels... fantastic! Amazing! Incredible! It's soooo tight! But more than that, it's simply knowing that I'm really fucking my mother! This is a dream come true!" His heart was pounding, pounding, pounding.
She agreed with every word, especially the part about this being a dream come true. Her whole body was humming with arousal. "So fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He suddenly grew a bit hesitant. "Should I? Just thrust in and out?"
She wiggled her hips impatiently, inadvertently bringing new surges of pleasure to her pussy and his embedded erection. "Yes! Just do it! Like I said, nature takes over! Just move your hips up and down like you're doing push-ups!"
"Okay!" That encouragement was the final mental push needed for him to start physically pushing. He began to thrust in earnest.
To his surprise, he found out that his mother was right, and it really was pretty easy to fuck somebody. In and out, in and out. There was nothing to it. Of course, as yet he had no idea about the difference between good fucking and great fucking, but for now he was very capably getting the mechanics of the necessary piston action right.
An advantage to his fucking urge coming seemingly out of nowhere was that he wasn't on the verge of cumming at the time he stuck it in.
For the next couple of minutes, he fucked his mother with a good and steady rhythm. He had been excited when the fucking began, but as time went on, he actually grew more and more excited, because the initial event had snuck up on him and he'd had no time to contemplate the experience.
Now he did. Holy Christ! This is fantastic! It really is beyond the beyond! I thought handjobs and blowjobs were good, but THIS! This could even be better than a titfuck!
While he didn't think about it consciously, on a deeper level this fuck was a personal triumph in many ways. He hated Alan for many reasons, most of them very justifiable from his point of view. One huge reason was that Alan greatly increased his fear that he was a sexual incompetent, someone who would stay a perpetual virgin, or worse, have sex and get laughed out of bed. There was no doubt in his mind now that his mother was enjoying every moment. She was very vocal and open with her joy, and her face was easy to read. His heart soared, seeing her blissful face and knowing that he'd helped to make it that way.
His thrusting had been somewhat tentative at first. He didn't really know what he was doing or what the limit might be. He worried that he could hurt her or do something wrong if he was too aggressive. But Brenda's passionate cries of "Harder! Harder!" soon cured him of that concern.
His whole body was brimming with energy, so the more she cried "Deeper!" or "Harder!" the more aggressively he pounded into her.
He found himself laughing joyously. Nothing, not even the titfuck and blowjob Brenda had given him recently, felt this good. As great as the physical pleasure was, the mental pleasure was even better. The school bullies, Alan, his lack of friends, his lack of confidence, and all the other things that worried him faded into insignificance. He knew this would be a moment he would savor for the rest of his life.
Despite his general shyness, he couldn't help but shout out in time to his thrusts, "I'm a motherfucker! ... Motherfucker! I'm PROUD to be a motherfucker! ... Fuck! ... Fuck! ... Motherfucker!"
But this was his first time, after all, and he had little control. Out of the blue, he found himself cumming. He would have been disappointed in that - surely Alan lasted longer than a couple of minutes? - except that it felt so damned good. The sheer physical pleasure was beyond description, but the knowledge that HIS seed was blasting into his mother's vagina, and could even theoretically get her pregnant, was so heady that he nearly passed out with pure joy.
She thought, Gaawwwd! He did it! He filled my pussy! I absolutely LOVE that feeling of getting a cummy squirt, deep inside! It's so good, it's even better than a facial! And Susan is soooo right: there's something extra special about getting nailed by your own son!
She searched her conscience one more time in search of any traces of guilt over committing incest. She didn't find any. She smiled and sighed contentedly.