Blondie in A Day With Alexander
It was a few years before and peaceful summer day and all was
quiet at the Bumstead residence. Dagwood was out of town on
a
weekend business trip and Trudy was at a friend's house for
the weekend as well.
That left just Blondie and son,
Alexander in the house.
Blondie awoke early, seven being her usual time. She
stretched slowly, working out the kinks of last night's
sleep from her
body. After a good long stretch, she went to
her dresser drawer and found her workout top and shorts to
begin the daily ritual
of exercising with her workout video.
She lifted her blue nightgown over her head, exposing her
still shapely breasts and
buttocks. Nude and in front of the
full size dresser mirror, she looked over herself. The past
few weeks of aerobics were
successfully toning up her forty
year old body Blondie observed as she turned this way and
that to get a good look at herself.
Her boobs did not sag so
much any more and the love handles that had developed at her
waist were gone. She turned around again
to get a better
look at her butt. The Buns of Steel video had all but
eliminated the fat, dimpled look at had acquired over the
years and had replace it with an ass any teenage girl would
envy. Facing the mirror again, Blondie ran a hand down her
washboard
stomach. Abs of Steel took care of the tummy she
had let grow there and now she looked very close
to what some
of the women did who made exercise videos.
Blondie suddenly wondered just what was driving her so hard
to get in this kind of shape. Before, she did not give her
body that
much thought, only to make sure that she ate well
and performed only the necessary hygiene that a woman
required. She found her
shorts in the bottom left corner
drawer and put them on, absentmindedly forgetting to put her
panties on. That was even more
puzzling to her. Blondie had
found her self becoming more and more of an instigator when
it came to sex with Dagwood. For
several months going, he
seemed less and less interested in making love to her.
u*********sly, Blondie supposed, I must be trying
ways to
make myself attractive to him. They all say that when a man
ages, he becomes even more attractive and dignified, whereas
a
woman just droops, sags, and looks like a crone.
What ever the case could be, Blondie pushed herself until she
was in a taut, sexy shape. She looked very much like she did
in
high school, where she first met Dagwood. He was such a
stick-in-the-mud, insisting on being a perfect gentleman, she
remembered.
We didn't kiss until our fifth date and I don't
ever recall him trying to make any advances towards me. The
first time they had
intercourse was on their wedding night
and even then, Dagwood was a poor fuck, coming too soon and
falling asleep in a hurry
afterwards, as if he had done her
some great service.
They were arguing more as of late, always keeping it to low
tones and out of the k**s' earshot. Dagwood usually had some
weak
excuse or reply to what ever they tried to work out and
in the end, he was asleep on the couch again. Blondie could
swear that
the upholstery on the living room couch was
becoming even more worn from his frequent nights of sleep
there.
Blondie tried numerous ways to excite Dagwood; dressing in
lingerie, stroking his cock while he slept to try and rouse
him. Hell,
even his prick was just as oblivious as he was!
Once, she attempted to give him oral sex as he slept (he was
usually out within
five minutes, hardly enough time for
Blondie to get herself in the mood). She had never performed
the act on him or any other man
for that matter. Blondie
ended up sucking on his flaccid prick while she masturbated
herself to another not quite fulfilling
orgasm. Dagwood
never once stirred during her oral administrations, he was
totally asleep and snoring that as of lately obnoxious
snore
of his.
As time wore on, Blondie gave up on seducing and began to
dislike her husband. Then doubt set in. For quite a few
years, they
had a great marriage. They always spoke about
nearly everything and always had great laughs with each
other. But when his input,
however poor, or sex tapered off,
Blondie began to wonder if she was not doing something right.
Maybe the problems they had begun
to have with nearly all the
aspects of their marriage were her fault. She analyzed
everything she did and carefully censured
herself in her
interactions with Dagwood. None of this seemed to help and
the distance grew even further between him. Then
Blondie
finally noticed that Dagwood was later coming home from work
than usual. The usual was that he was never late because
his
boss, Mr. Dithers, never allowed over time. This was when
she suspected that Dagwood could be having an affair with
another
woman. Blondie had never any reason to doubt
Dagwood's fidelity and still had trouble with the very
thought of him in the throes
of passion with another woman.
Maybe this was the reason that she was working so hard to
rebuild her body, to make it a sexy thing to want to have sex
with. A
carefree thought floated through Blondie's mind with
that revelation: If he doesn't appreciate what I'm trying to
do for him,
then maybe another man will. Blondie jolted from
that thought, in shock from the very idea of it. She was a
well brought up woman
from a respectable, stable family.
Committing adultery on her husband, however sexless he had
become, was abhorrent to her.
Blondie shook her head, as if to clear her thoughts and
pulled the exercise top over her head.
Alexander woke up to the sound of a pulsating rhythm
emanating from the living room. Something that sounded like
technopop to
him. He lay there, still tangled up in his
sheets from a forgotten dream and
listened. Alexander was still in that moment between awake
and asleep where your body tends to do things on it's own
accord and
it seems as if you do not really control or care
what is happening. At best, this can
be compared to an out of body experience when you watch
yourself do something but do not have the power to stop.
Slowly, his hand
groped for his morning pee erection tent
pole inside his baggy pajama pants. Recently, and with some
nervousness, Alexander had
discarded with his pajama tops,
thinking that they just did not go well with what ever image
he was trying to give himself. He
also stopped wearing
underwear under the pajama bottoms because he liked the
feeling of his *********t dick rubbing up against the
fabric.
If there was not the ever present danger of Trudy, his
***************** sister, barging in on him for some ungodly
reason,
Alexander would be wearing nothing to bed. He had
tried that once or twice and liked how it felt to be nude
under the bed. There
was also the worry that his mother
would come in on laundry day to collect the dirty clothes he
left in piles about his room and
find him stark naked without
the security of a sheet covering him.
Still not totally aware of what he was really doing,
Alexander's thoughts drifted to his mother as he took hold of
his cock and
gave it a gentle squeeze. Oddly, he had been
having bizarre thoughts about his
mother lately. Coming of age is difficult for young boys and
with it comes certain sexual confusions. Blondie being the
dominant
female figure of his life, Alexander was confusing
motherly love for other than that. One night, while trying
out being nude in
bed, Alexander's thoughts ventured to his
mother and he found himself masturbating , fantasizing that
it was his mother jacking him
off and not himself. Alexander
shot gouts of jism all over the bed sheets on that fantasy
and felt horrendously guilty afterwards.
Still, for many a night after, Alexander built upon the
fantasy, envisioning his mother's mouth on his cock, making
him come.
Later, he had gotten to the point to where he was
lustily masturbating to the
thoughts of his mother straddled across his thighs with his
cock buried deep inside her. Alexander had come across his
father's
stash of porno magazines and was a quick study as to
what the people in the pictures
were doing. Once, he found a picture of his mother that he
cut her head out of and pasted it onto a page of the magazine
to where
it looked like it was his mother getting fucked by
two guys at one time. Alexander had that picture hidden
under his mattress and
whacked off to it many times.
Alexander came out of his fugue as the pressure was building
in his balls. He pumped his fist harder and gripped his cock
tighter.
The image of his mother rushed to his mind's eye
and soon the sprays of cum issued out the end of his pulsing
cock.
Blondie was really enjoying this work out. In addition to
the delightful burn in her abdomen from the tortuous exercise
the video
was putting her through, she had become aware
earlier that she had forgotten
to put on a bra under her exercise top and panties under her
shorts. The effect of the nylon top rubbing silkily across
her nipples
sent tingles of pleasure through her breasts.
The shorts had the same effect, gently
rubbing against her pussy lips during some of the exercises.
Blondie lay on her back now, raising and lowering her hips to
work her abdominals. This action was causing the now sweaty
nylon
shorts to rub across her pussy once more. The pleasure
it was beginning to generate was starting to distract her
from the work out
and Blondie was finding it hard to
concentrate on the instructor's counts and movements. Her
thoughts drifted to some of the
better sex sessions she had
at one time with Dagwood. Although he was a poor lover,
there were a few times that he had not come
before she had
had her orgasm. Still working her hips, keeping the fabric
of the shorts rubbing at her cunt, Blondie felt up her
abdomen and to her breasts. Slowly, she began to feel them
under the nylon, circling her fingers on her erect nipples.
Blondie
placed both hands on her breasts and began to squeeze
them gently and pinching lightly on her nipples. She stopped
this only to
pull the top up and to feel at the flesh of her
tits. She gazed down at her pink nipples and without
thinking, craned her head
Blondie was no longer interested in exercising. What
preoccupied her now was to satiate the burgeoning desire that
was in her.
Instinctively, she slid a slender hand down the crotch of her
shorts and
found the wet folds of her cunt open and dripping with
juices. Blondie felt for her button of pleasure and began to
twirl her
index finger on it. She let her finger slide into
her tunnel and felt for the deep spot that she had discovered
not too long ago
in one of her lonely masturbations. Lust
overtook her and Blondie stoked at the spot with greater
determination. She thought of
Dagwood poised over her, power
fucking like some *********t schoolboy getting his first lay.
The image repulsed her and it
quickly faded away. Blondie
wanted this orgasm to be a good one, one that she had always
wanted but just could not seem to attain.
She had tried all
sorts of ways to really get her pussy off one good time,
carrots, cucumbers, even secretly ordering a dildo
from one
of the dirty magazines that Dagwood thought he had cleverly
hidden in the work shed. None of that worked, but
occasionally fantasizing about Herb, their next door neighbor
helped. Actually the thought of Herb's imagined hairy ass
gyrating
as he shoved what Blondie fantasized as being an
enormous cock into her pussy was not exactly a turn on.
Whatever, Blondie thought
after a session with the fantasy,
any dick is better than no dick.
Any dick. The thought still wafted though Blondie's sexual
delirium. Her mind turned the pages of faces that she
conjured up,
none of them satisfactory. Frustrating her even
more was the image of Dagwood's face reoccurring. The image
kept coming back but
the more it did, the younger his face
began to look until....
Blondie froze, finger deep in her pussy and right on the
brink of an orgasm. The face that was plastered in her mind
was that of
Alexander! She gasped at the realization of what
she was doing. All the while of fantasizing, her
subconscious was telling her
that some how, she lusted after
her own son.
How could this be? Blondie searched for answers, not
noticing that she had left her finger inserted inside her
still vibrating
twat. Could I be so confused as to what is
wrong with my marriage that I lust for my own son? It
doesn't make sense! Still,
Alexander's youthful face
remained, smiling and inviting. Oh, dear God, Blondie
thought. What am I doing? Why am I thinking
about myself in
a time like this?
Whatever her confused mind was doing to her, Blondie did not
want to forgo the orgasm she had brought her self close to.
But if
I come, I'll know it was because I fantasized about my
son, Blondie thought. I really haven't thought of him with
me, she
continued. I only saw his face. This rumination
suddenly brought on flashes of images, each not wholly
formed. Only Blondie
saw them long enough to see their
contents. One was Alexander nude before him, his cock
jutting forth from between a fuzzy
crotch. Another was of
Blondie holding his near manhood in her slight hand, striking
the smooth flesh of his shaft with a
mother's care. The most
vivid was of Alexander lying on top of her, frantically
pumping his dong in and out of her constantly
coming cunt.
Still, her orgasm could not be ignored. It was while she
replayed the images, each time embellishing them, extending
their
content, that Blondie resumed her fingering. She was
not sure why she started again but the pictures in her mind
completely
turned her on.
In shock at what she was doing, Blondie stopped again. I
can't, she thought. Not when I'm fantasizing about...Oh God,
why am
I doing this?
She was putting the thoughts in order, turning them into a
sort of a movie. She could not stop the visions, they just
kept on
coming at her.
If I go through with this fantasy, I will feel so terribly
guilty about it.
On the other hand, it could be for just this one time.
Blondie lay still a moment longer before she made her mind
up.
Alexander silently opened his door to begin his stealthy
quest to get to the bathroom unseen by his mother. His dick
was still
hard from jacking off to the fantasy of fucking his
mother so he would hardly want to be seen by her. He could
hear the exercise
video playing and sighed at his good
fortune. Great! She'll be facing the television and won't
see me in the hallway.
Just when he made it to the bathroom door, he heard a noise
his mother normally did not make while she exercised. It
sounded
like a moan of sorts. When she exercised,
Alexander's mother usually made huffing noises from the
exertion of doing the aerobic
routines. The moan was
repeated and with it was something whispered that Alexander
could not quite hear.
Curious, he tip toed towards the arched entrance to the den
where Blondie did her morning exercises. He could not see
her yet,
she was on the other side of the couch to where her
body was obscured by it. Again came the moan and whispers.
This time
Alexander could make out a "Yes," and "Do it." He
looked up to the television to see that the routine had
reached the cool
down phase and wondered why his mother
sounded like she was still doing the impact portion of the
tape.
Moving closer, he peered cautiously over the top of the
couch.
Blondie writhed on the carpet, her nylon shorts pulled down
on her thighs. She was twiddling rapidly and her sopping
cunt,
alternately manipulating her bud and thrusting her
finger in and out her pussy.
Now she was mainly finger fucking herself and her moans and
whispers grew louder.
"Yes baby, deeper. Ooooh, just like that! Do like me?
Didn't you always want me like this, my baby? Didn't you
just want
to put that beautiful cock inside of mommy?"
Alexander felt a chill go through him. Not only had he come
across his mother, lying on the floor in front of him, her
tits
uncovered and finger rammed deep in her twat, but he had
actually heard his mother say something that made him realize
what she
was really doing. His mother was masturbating while
thinking about fucking him!
Alexander stepped closer, only to stumble when he missed the
step leading into the den. As a result, he stumbled and fell
behind
the couch.
Blondie sat up with a start at the sudden noise. Alexander,
behind the couch grimaced at his clumsiness and looked up
with total
embarrassment when his mother came around the side
of the couch to
see what had caused the interruption.
His mother had not quite gotten her top straightened out and
one of her breasts still showed.
Blondie blushed and quickly covered it up. Alexander
suddenly wished that she had not but was interrupted by a
twinge in his
knee.
"Ouch," was all he could manage to say.
Blondie momentarily forgot what Alexander surely saw to
attend to what ever seemed to hurt him.
"What is it, honey? What did you hurt?" Blondie asked with
a look of concern.
Alexander sat up, trying with futility trying to camouflage
the hard on that still loomed in he pajama
pants.
"I just bumped my knee, that's all," he replied finally.
He stood up and took a few limping steps. "See, I'm OK."
Blondie appraised his gait a moment and reached gently for
his arm. "Come and sit on the couch so I can get a look at
it."
Alexander dumbly followed his mother's guide and sat
embarrassed on the sofa. He covered up
his crotch, trying
again to hide his relentless erection and Blondie noticed
this. The
fantasy images came back to her but she quickly
dispelled them, her concern that her son was
hurt being
greater. She knelt down in front of him to get a look at his
knee. Carefully, she
lifted the pant leg up and over his
thigh so that she could see the injured joint. Briefly,
she
flashed her eyes back to his crotch, where Alexander still
covered up his hard on, and
then back to his knees. Blondie
felt his knee, checking if there was some injury she could
detect. She had some medical knowledge from all the reading
she had done on the sexless
"Really, mom, I just banged it. I'll be OK," Alexander said
as she rubbed. He did not really want her to stop, the feel
of
his mother's silky hands on his leg felt good and served
to stiffen his dick even harder.
"I know, baby. I just wanted you to sit and talk to me about
something," Blondie said, not looking up at him. She
swallowed
hard, not sure how to start the discussion over
what Alexander had stumbled upon. Bolstering her resolve,
Blondie spoke again.
"I want to know what you are thinking,
Alexander."
"About what, mom?"
Blondie swallowed again. "About what you saw me doing over
there on the floor."
Alexander's mind was blank. Nothing there would form into
anything that would be coherent.
Blondie continued her massage, u*********sly moving her hand
to Alexander's thigh. He noticed this and shifted
uncomfortably.
Blondie ignored this and continued feeling
his leg.
"Well?"
Alexander finally found his nerve and spoke. "I don't know
mom. I guess I shouldn't have seen what you did."
Blondie smiled at her son's embarrassment. "But you saw me.
Now, tell me what you're really thinking."
Alexander stared at his mother's hand massaging his thigh.
He could swear that she was moving it up his leg. "I think
you were
really enjoying what you were doing."
"I was, baby, I was."
Her hand did definitely slide up an inch that time.
Alexander stared at it, hypnotized by the movement of his
mother's petite
hand sliding over his flesh. His hand fell
away, uncovering the obvious bulge in his pajamas. Blondie
eyed that bulge and moved
her hand higher, close to the
crease of Alexander's hip. She was throwing whatever caution
she had had into the wind now and the
cock that surely lay
underneath that fabric was the focus of her thoughts. Any
thought of this being her son was gone and now
he was simply a tool of her desire.
"I think you were enjoying it too, baby, look at you."
Alexander quickly covered his erection, embarrassed that his
mother had seen it. Blondie reached up and moved his hand
off his
lap. "There's no need to hide it from me now, baby.
Mommy's seen it."
Alexander sensed his mother was daring him at something and
thus offered his own challenge to her. "I saw you too, mom."
Blondie was puzzled a moment and then realized that Alexander
had obviously seen her breasts when she lay there
masturbating.
"Oh? What is it you would like then, baby?"
Alexander spoke nervously at the next. "Could I see them
again?"
"See what, baby?"
Alexander flushed red and looked away, his eyes darting about
the room like a spooked a****l.
Blondie moved her hand closer to where the head of his cock
lay under the pajamas and kept massaging.
"What do you want to see, baby?"
He looked straight at his mother and the words came out. "I
want to see your titties again, mom."
"All right." Blondie took her hand off Alexander's thigh and
pulled her exercise top off over her head and tossed it
aside. Her
tits jutted out, firm and pick aureoles erect.
Alexander gripped his dick through his pajamas and gave it a
squeeze. Blondie smiled as she watched his eyes roll back in
pleasure.
Gingerly, she reached for his crotch, and moved his hand out
of the way.
"Let mommy do this for you, baby."
Finding the snaps to the pajamas, Blondie undid them and
began to pull them down. "Lift up baby," she told Alexander
and he
complied.
Blondie pulled the pajamas down to his ankles and stared at
her son's reddened dick. It was a good sized one, at least
in her
limited experience, nearly seven and a half inches of
young *********t male cock.
She slid her hands back up his thighs, halting just below his
prick.
"I just want you to know how much mommy loves you Alexander."
She let her fingers extend to touch the head of his dick.
When she
touched it, Alexander's cock jumped at the touch.
Gently, she slid her had across the swollen shaft and
Alexander sucked in a
breath.
Set in her course of action,
Blondie slowly wrapped her hand around his pole, relishing at
how hot it felt in her hand. She began
to stroke his baby
like flesh. Alexander's breather came faster with each
stroke.
"Mom, I'm gonna...."
Before she could stop, her son came, a spray of cum jetting
out of his cock. The white spooge landed on his thighs and
on her
tits. Blondie did not want this to happen so soon.
She wanted him to at least last long enough to get him inside
her waiting
confines. But she did not want to stop pumping
that spurting cock with all of that jism now oozing out of
it.
When he was finished coming, Blondie took her towel that she
used during her exercising and wiped the semen off of both of
them.
Done, she stood up straight and took off her shorts.
Again, she knelt in from of him and took hold of his
semi-erect penis.
"Did you like that, baby?"
"Yes."
"I'm glad you did. Do you want more?"
Alexander's reply was a quick nod.
"I was hoping you would. Mommy has a lot she wants to do
with her baby." Without a further word, she took him in her
mouth,
sucking a long stroke and then letting his cock slip
out.
Alexander looked down at her. "Please, don't stop. That
felt really good."
"It did? I've never really done this before so I wasn't sure
if I was doing it right."
"It was good, mom, really."
"All right then. If it was good, why don't you put that
beautiful penis in mommy's mouth and let her suck you?"
Blondie opened
her mouth as Alexander took hold of his dick.
Scooting towards her, he slid his cock past her open lips and
into her mouth.
Blondie went slow with Alexander, letting his cock build back
to full erection, completely filling her mouth. She was
trying to
be as gentle and careful with him as possible, out
of fear that if he got too stimulated again, he could blow
another wad. Blondie
was not sure if Alexander could come
again in such a short span of time but she did not want too
run that risk.
She savored the feel of his hot tool in her mouth as it slid
slowly back and forth across her lips. With her tongue, she
could
feel the texture of the shaft, the ripples in the blood
engorged flesh, the veins that stood out prominently.
For his part, Alexander was in total awe of the sight of his
mother sucking his prick. Never in a million years did he
expect to
have this happen. Sure, he had fantasized about
his mother on occasion but always discounted on her to
actually be blowing him.
His cock was feeling terrific with
each suck his mother applied to it and he began to move his
hips, thrusting towards her as she
went down on him.
Blondie continued her slow blow on her son for a few minutes
more and then let him free of her mouth. Still holding and
stroking
his cock, she looked up at him with all the motherly
love she had.
"Mom," started Alexander, "please, don't stop."
Blondie smiled broadly at her son, ecstatic that he was
really enjoying her blow job. She had never really been able
to give one
to Dagwood, mostly out of fear. Her fear was
gone now, why she did not know. She wondered now what had
driven her to do this to
Alexander, why she was the very
brink of i****t with him. Since I've been sucking on this
wonderful penis, haven't I done that
already? The thought
was fleeting as she gripped him tighter, causing Alexander to
suck in a breath of pleasure. Blondie reveled
in the bliss
she had her son it, the way his hips writhed uncontrollably,
thrusting in her fist on each down stroke on his dong.
Blondie took him by the hands and stood Alexander up. "Come
with me, baby," she said, leading him out of the living room
and down
the hall that led to his bedroom. She gently
prodded him though the door first and then closed it behind
her. Taking his hand
once more, Blondie took him over to the
bed. She gently had him lay down and then took her place
next to him. Alexander was in
full arousal now, hugging
against his mother, his dick rubbing against her thigh,
seeking still more stimulation.
Blondie hugged her son in return and took his face in her
soft hands. "My beautiful boy. Oh Alexander, what ever are
we doing?"
"I don't know, mom, but I don't want to stop."
Blondie reached for his cock and began stroking it once more.
"I know baby, I don't want to, either." She squeezed his
prick
harder, causing him to shudder. "You have to promise
me something, baby," she said, writhing in her own ecstasy
with him, their
bodies moving constantly.
"Okay, mom."
"I want you to tell me that no one will ever find out about
what we are going to do. Your mother could get into a lot of
trouble
if someone did."
"I won't tell, mom, I promise. Nobody's gonna find out."
"I know, baby. Mommy trusts you."
Gently, she kissed him on the lips. Alexander drew back a
moment but let her kiss him again. He had never kissed a
girl before,
the thought of it simply made him too nervous.
His mother kissed him softly once again, this time her lips
rested on his for a
moment longer. Alexander accepted the
kiss without hesitation and each one that followed. Just by
kissing him, Blondie became
more and more lost in her desire.
Her lips moved with passionate determination, loosening his
as well. Without thought, she
slipped her tongue into his
mouth and sought out his. Alexander broke the lip lock,
shocked at this new smooching technique.
Blondie looked at her son's shocked face and giggled softly.
"It's all right, just do what I do. You're doing really
well,
baby." Again, she attacked his mouth, plunging her
tongue back in. Alexander got the gist of what his mother
was doing and soon,
he was lapping tongues with his mother.
All the while, they embraced tightly, Blondie slowly working
his body on top of hers. She kept one leg between his to
prevent any
penetration just yet. Alexander noticed finally
that he was on top of his mother and stopped kissing her to gaze at her with the
same
glazed look she had. He admired her body, the pale tits with
their pick aureoles jutting at him, the way her chest rose
and
fell with each lusty breath she took, and down to the blond thatch of hair that led to his
point of origin to the world.
Suddenly, the full impact of what he was doing with his
mother struck him and he looked into his mother's face, an
unsure
expression on his.
"Are we really doing this, mom?"
Blondie smiled, her face blushing red from her passion. "Yes
baby, we really are."
Alexander looked about the room, trying to find the courage
to ask his next question. As he took in the room, he
realized that
he would never look at it the same way again.
Always the memory of what he was doing with his mother and
what they might do would
be in here with him. He looked into
his mother's eyes now.
"Are we...you know....going to do it?"
Blondie slid her leg out from between his and now lay with
legs spread, her son positioned between them. Once he was
there, his
cock somehow was in direct line with her pussy and
with the closeness of both their pelvises, he immediately slipped straight into
her.
Blondie let out a startled gasp, as did Alexander.
Blondie took in a deep breath and let out a dreamy sigh.
"Does this answer your question, baby?"
They both stayed in that position for a while, Blondie
waiting on her son to start thrusting his dick deeper into
her dripping
cunt while Alexander was stunned at the feeling
of his cock inside a hot, slippery cunt, especially it being his mother's.
Blondie looked into his eyes through half closed lids. "It's
all right. You're inside me now."
Alexander shook his head, clearing his head to concentrate.
"Yeah..." was all he could manage to say.
"Baby, don't just lay there," Blondie said after a few
moments. She softly grasped his ass cheeks. "Please make
love to me,
Alexander. Make love to your mother."
Alexander did as he was asked and began slow thrusts with his
hips, each one burying his prick further into his mother's
love
canal. Blondie moaned each time he drove deeper. His
thick shaft was stimulating her cunt in ways that she had not
felt in a
very long time and the mushroom of a head on his
penis was hitting her cunt walls in just the right spot.
As her moaning increased, so did Alexander's desire. He
pumped into his mother with determination, each time
eliciting a louder,
longer moan from her.
"Right there, Alexander. Keep doing it just like that.
Ooooh, you feel so good inside me. Ohhh! Yes right there!"
Alexander continued his fucking, increasing his tempo with
every thrust. As a result, his mother moaned even louder.
"Yes, yes! Ooooh, baby! Love me! Deeper! Harder! Oh,
God I want more of you!" Blondie bucked her hips to match
his rhythm,
getting his cock deeper inside. She felt his
balls slap against her ass at every pump of his hips.
"Mom, this feels so good!"
"Yes, yes, it does. Keep it going, baby. I want all of you
can give me!"
They were fucking faster by the moment, huffing breaths
coming form the both of them. Alexander began to groan his
pleasure as
well.
"Yes baby! I want you to love this! Love me! Fuck me!"
The last words shocked Blondie, she herself having never used
such
profanity. She had, of course, heard enough of it on
the cable movies that Dagwood had insisted on watching at
night and had
seen many a sex scene in them to know what she
was saying. If Alexander noticed what she had said, he only
reacted to it by
pounding even harder at her pussy.
"Ooooh, yeah! I love it! Fuck me just like that, baby!
Fuck mommy, fu....." Blondie stopped speaking, realizing
that she was
beginning to build to orgasm. Determined to get
the orgasm she had yet to attain in her life, she goaded
Alexander on. "Fuck
mommy, Alexander. I want you to fuck me
with all the cock you have!" Alexander pumped even harder
into his mother, himself feeling
the building pressure in his
balls, signaling his imminent orgasm. "I think...I
think...," he started to say. Blondie grabbed his
butt and
jammed him harder in her. "Yes, baby, I know! Mommy is
right there with you. Oh, God, fuck me! Make mommy come!"
For
the next moments, they fucked in silent intensity, their
breathing rapid and deep. Sweat rolled off of both their intertwined
bodies. The only other sound
was the slippery, sucking sound Alexander's cock make as it
pumped madly into his mother. His balls
had shrunk up, a
sign that his orgasm was very close.
He raised up, poised over his mother as her fucked so that he
could look at her. Blondie stared back at him with
undisguised wide
eyed lust, her tits gyrating with each
thrust Alexander made. As she stared, Alexander's eyes rolled
back in their sockets and he
then assumed a grimacing,
determined expression. Blondie knew his jism was about boil
over in his balls and come firing into her.
Without warning,
her own orgasm crested and came crashing down on the very
beachhead of her soul.
"Oh....My....God....ohhhh....yessss...fuuuuck.....mommmy....!"
Alexander was fucking spastically, his cock pumping so
erratically that the moment before he spurted his load, he
slipped out of
his mother. Instinctively, Blondie grabbed
the jutting, jerking dick and pumped it. An instant later,
Alexander groaned loudly
and came. He came so hard that the
first jet of milky white jism splattered onto his mother's
neck. With each pulse of his
orgasm, the streams went a
lesser distance.
When he was finished, Alexander looked down at his mother to
see that he had indeed squirted gobs of cum all over her
tits,
stomach, and had coated her pussy hair with white
spunk. Blondie kept milking his red hot cock until she got
all the semen out.
When she thought she was done, Alexander
lay back on her, uncaring of his cum plastered all over her
chest and hugged his mother.
Blondie started first, and within a few moments, mother and
son wept in joy in their embrace.
It was a few years before and peaceful summer day and all was
quiet at the Bumstead residence. Dagwood was out of town on
a
weekend business trip and Trudy was at a friend's house for
the weekend as well.
That left just Blondie and son,
Alexander in the house.
Blondie awoke early, seven being her usual time. She
stretched slowly, working out the kinks of last night's
sleep from her
body. After a good long stretch, she went to
her dresser drawer and found her workout top and shorts to
begin the daily ritual
of exercising with her workout video.
She lifted her blue nightgown over her head, exposing her
still shapely breasts and
buttocks. Nude and in front of the
full size dresser mirror, she looked over herself. The past
few weeks of aerobics were
successfully toning up her forty
year old body Blondie observed as she turned this way and
that to get a good look at herself.
Her boobs did not sag so
much any more and the love handles that had developed at her
waist were gone. She turned around again
to get a better
look at her butt. The Buns of Steel video had all but
eliminated the fat, dimpled look at had acquired over the
years and had replace it with an ass any teenage girl would
envy. Facing the mirror again, Blondie ran a hand down her
washboard
stomach. Abs of Steel took care of the tummy she
had let grow there and now she looked very close
to what some
of the women did who made exercise videos.
Blondie suddenly wondered just what was driving her so hard
to get in this kind of shape. Before, she did not give her
body that
much thought, only to make sure that she ate well
and performed only the necessary hygiene that a woman
required. She found her
shorts in the bottom left corner
drawer and put them on, absentmindedly forgetting to put her
panties on. That was even more
puzzling to her. Blondie had
found her self becoming more and more of an instigator when
it came to sex with Dagwood. For
several months going, he
seemed less and less interested in making love to her.
u*********sly, Blondie supposed, I must be trying
ways to
make myself attractive to him. They all say that when a man
ages, he becomes even more attractive and dignified, whereas
a
woman just droops, sags, and looks like a crone.
What ever the case could be, Blondie pushed herself until she
was in a taut, sexy shape. She looked very much like she did
in
high school, where she first met Dagwood. He was such a
stick-in-the-mud, insisting on being a perfect gentleman, she
remembered.
We didn't kiss until our fifth date and I don't
ever recall him trying to make any advances towards me. The
first time they had
intercourse was on their wedding night
and even then, Dagwood was a poor fuck, coming too soon and
falling asleep in a hurry
afterwards, as if he had done her
some great service.
They were arguing more as of late, always keeping it to low
tones and out of the k**s' earshot. Dagwood usually had some
weak
excuse or reply to what ever they tried to work out and
in the end, he was asleep on the couch again. Blondie could
swear that
the upholstery on the living room couch was
becoming even more worn from his frequent nights of sleep
there.
Blondie tried numerous ways to excite Dagwood; dressing in
lingerie, stroking his cock while he slept to try and rouse
him. Hell,
even his prick was just as oblivious as he was!
Once, she attempted to give him oral sex as he slept (he was
usually out within
five minutes, hardly enough time for
Blondie to get herself in the mood). She had never performed
the act on him or any other man
for that matter. Blondie
ended up sucking on his flaccid prick while she masturbated
herself to another not quite fulfilling
orgasm. Dagwood
never once stirred during her oral administrations, he was
totally asleep and snoring that as of lately obnoxious
snore
of his.
As time wore on, Blondie gave up on seducing and began to
dislike her husband. Then doubt set in. For quite a few
years, they
had a great marriage. They always spoke about
nearly everything and always had great laughs with each
other. But when his input,
however poor, or sex tapered off,
Blondie began to wonder if she was not doing something right.
Maybe the problems they had begun
to have with nearly all the
aspects of their marriage were her fault. She analyzed
everything she did and carefully censured
herself in her
interactions with Dagwood. None of this seemed to help and
the distance grew even further between him. Then
Blondie
finally noticed that Dagwood was later coming home from work
than usual. The usual was that he was never late because
his
boss, Mr. Dithers, never allowed over time. This was when
she suspected that Dagwood could be having an affair with
another
woman. Blondie had never any reason to doubt
Dagwood's fidelity and still had trouble with the very
thought of him in the throes
of passion with another woman.
Maybe this was the reason that she was working so hard to
rebuild her body, to make it a sexy thing to want to have sex
with. A
carefree thought floated through Blondie's mind with
that revelation: If he doesn't appreciate what I'm trying to
do for him,
then maybe another man will. Blondie jolted from
that thought, in shock from the very idea of it. She was a
well brought up woman
from a respectable, stable family.
Committing adultery on her husband, however sexless he had
become, was abhorrent to her.
Blondie shook her head, as if to clear her thoughts and
pulled the exercise top over her head.
Alexander woke up to the sound of a pulsating rhythm
emanating from the living room. Something that sounded like
technopop to
him. He lay there, still tangled up in his
sheets from a forgotten dream and
listened. Alexander was still in that moment between awake
and asleep where your body tends to do things on it's own
accord and
it seems as if you do not really control or care
what is happening. At best, this can
be compared to an out of body experience when you watch
yourself do something but do not have the power to stop.
Slowly, his hand
groped for his morning pee erection tent
pole inside his baggy pajama pants. Recently, and with some
nervousness, Alexander had
discarded with his pajama tops,
thinking that they just did not go well with what ever image
he was trying to give himself. He
also stopped wearing
underwear under the pajama bottoms because he liked the
feeling of his *********t dick rubbing up against the
fabric.
If there was not the ever present danger of Trudy, his
***************** sister, barging in on him for some ungodly
reason,
Alexander would be wearing nothing to bed. He had
tried that once or twice and liked how it felt to be nude
under the bed. There
was also the worry that his mother
would come in on laundry day to collect the dirty clothes he
left in piles about his room and
find him stark naked without
the security of a sheet covering him.
Still not totally aware of what he was really doing,
Alexander's thoughts drifted to his mother as he took hold of
his cock and
gave it a gentle squeeze. Oddly, he had been
having bizarre thoughts about his
mother lately. Coming of age is difficult for young boys and
with it comes certain sexual confusions. Blondie being the
dominant
female figure of his life, Alexander was confusing
motherly love for other than that. One night, while trying
out being nude in
bed, Alexander's thoughts ventured to his
mother and he found himself masturbating , fantasizing that
it was his mother jacking him
off and not himself. Alexander
shot gouts of jism all over the bed sheets on that fantasy
and felt horrendously guilty afterwards.
Still, for many a night after, Alexander built upon the
fantasy, envisioning his mother's mouth on his cock, making
him come.
Later, he had gotten to the point to where he was
lustily masturbating to the
thoughts of his mother straddled across his thighs with his
cock buried deep inside her. Alexander had come across his
father's
stash of porno magazines and was a quick study as to
what the people in the pictures
were doing. Once, he found a picture of his mother that he
cut her head out of and pasted it onto a page of the magazine
to where
it looked like it was his mother getting fucked by
two guys at one time. Alexander had that picture hidden
under his mattress and
whacked off to it many times.
Alexander came out of his fugue as the pressure was building
in his balls. He pumped his fist harder and gripped his cock
tighter.
The image of his mother rushed to his mind's eye
and soon the sprays of cum issued out the end of his pulsing
cock.
Blondie was really enjoying this work out. In addition to
the delightful burn in her abdomen from the tortuous exercise
the video
was putting her through, she had become aware
earlier that she had forgotten
to put on a bra under her exercise top and panties under her
shorts. The effect of the nylon top rubbing silkily across
her nipples
sent tingles of pleasure through her breasts.
The shorts had the same effect, gently
rubbing against her pussy lips during some of the exercises.
Blondie lay on her back now, raising and lowering her hips to
work her abdominals. This action was causing the now sweaty
nylon
shorts to rub across her pussy once more. The pleasure
it was beginning to generate was starting to distract her
from the work out
and Blondie was finding it hard to
concentrate on the instructor's counts and movements. Her
thoughts drifted to some of the
better sex sessions she had
at one time with Dagwood. Although he was a poor lover,
there were a few times that he had not come
before she had
had her orgasm. Still working her hips, keeping the fabric
of the shorts rubbing at her cunt, Blondie felt up her
abdomen and to her breasts. Slowly, she began to feel them
under the nylon, circling her fingers on her erect nipples.
Blondie
placed both hands on her breasts and began to squeeze
them gently and pinching lightly on her nipples. She stopped
this only to
pull the top up and to feel at the flesh of her
tits. She gazed down at her pink nipples and without
thinking, craned her head
Blondie was no longer interested in exercising. What
preoccupied her now was to satiate the burgeoning desire that
was in her.
Instinctively, she slid a slender hand down the crotch of her
shorts and
found the wet folds of her cunt open and dripping with
juices. Blondie felt for her button of pleasure and began to
twirl her
index finger on it. She let her finger slide into
her tunnel and felt for the deep spot that she had discovered
not too long ago
in one of her lonely masturbations. Lust
overtook her and Blondie stoked at the spot with greater
determination. She thought of
Dagwood poised over her, power
fucking like some *********t schoolboy getting his first lay.
The image repulsed her and it
quickly faded away. Blondie
wanted this orgasm to be a good one, one that she had always
wanted but just could not seem to attain.
She had tried all
sorts of ways to really get her pussy off one good time,
carrots, cucumbers, even secretly ordering a dildo
from one
of the dirty magazines that Dagwood thought he had cleverly
hidden in the work shed. None of that worked, but
occasionally fantasizing about Herb, their next door neighbor
helped. Actually the thought of Herb's imagined hairy ass
gyrating
as he shoved what Blondie fantasized as being an
enormous cock into her pussy was not exactly a turn on.
Whatever, Blondie thought
after a session with the fantasy,
any dick is better than no dick.
Any dick. The thought still wafted though Blondie's sexual
delirium. Her mind turned the pages of faces that she
conjured up,
none of them satisfactory. Frustrating her even
more was the image of Dagwood's face reoccurring. The image
kept coming back but
the more it did, the younger his face
began to look until....
Blondie froze, finger deep in her pussy and right on the
brink of an orgasm. The face that was plastered in her mind
was that of
Alexander! She gasped at the realization of what
she was doing. All the while of fantasizing, her
subconscious was telling her
that some how, she lusted after
her own son.
How could this be? Blondie searched for answers, not
noticing that she had left her finger inserted inside her
still vibrating
twat. Could I be so confused as to what is
wrong with my marriage that I lust for my own son? It
doesn't make sense! Still,
Alexander's youthful face
remained, smiling and inviting. Oh, dear God, Blondie
thought. What am I doing? Why am I thinking
about myself in
a time like this?
Whatever her confused mind was doing to her, Blondie did not
want to forgo the orgasm she had brought her self close to.
But if
I come, I'll know it was because I fantasized about my
son, Blondie thought. I really haven't thought of him with
me, she
continued. I only saw his face. This rumination
suddenly brought on flashes of images, each not wholly
formed. Only Blondie
saw them long enough to see their
contents. One was Alexander nude before him, his cock
jutting forth from between a fuzzy
crotch. Another was of
Blondie holding his near manhood in her slight hand, striking
the smooth flesh of his shaft with a
mother's care. The most
vivid was of Alexander lying on top of her, frantically
pumping his dong in and out of her constantly
coming cunt.
Still, her orgasm could not be ignored. It was while she
replayed the images, each time embellishing them, extending
their
content, that Blondie resumed her fingering. She was
not sure why she started again but the pictures in her mind
completely
turned her on.
In shock at what she was doing, Blondie stopped again. I
can't, she thought. Not when I'm fantasizing about...Oh God,
why am
I doing this?
She was putting the thoughts in order, turning them into a
sort of a movie. She could not stop the visions, they just
kept on
coming at her.
If I go through with this fantasy, I will feel so terribly
guilty about it.
On the other hand, it could be for just this one time.
Blondie lay still a moment longer before she made her mind
up.
Alexander silently opened his door to begin his stealthy
quest to get to the bathroom unseen by his mother. His dick
was still
hard from jacking off to the fantasy of fucking his
mother so he would hardly want to be seen by her. He could
hear the exercise
video playing and sighed at his good
fortune. Great! She'll be facing the television and won't
see me in the hallway.
Just when he made it to the bathroom door, he heard a noise
his mother normally did not make while she exercised. It
sounded
like a moan of sorts. When she exercised,
Alexander's mother usually made huffing noises from the
exertion of doing the aerobic
routines. The moan was
repeated and with it was something whispered that Alexander
could not quite hear.
Curious, he tip toed towards the arched entrance to the den
where Blondie did her morning exercises. He could not see
her yet,
she was on the other side of the couch to where her
body was obscured by it. Again came the moan and whispers.
This time
Alexander could make out a "Yes," and "Do it." He
looked up to the television to see that the routine had
reached the cool
down phase and wondered why his mother
sounded like she was still doing the impact portion of the
tape.
Moving closer, he peered cautiously over the top of the
couch.
Blondie writhed on the carpet, her nylon shorts pulled down
on her thighs. She was twiddling rapidly and her sopping
cunt,
alternately manipulating her bud and thrusting her
finger in and out her pussy.
Now she was mainly finger fucking herself and her moans and
whispers grew louder.
"Yes baby, deeper. Ooooh, just like that! Do like me?
Didn't you always want me like this, my baby? Didn't you
just want
to put that beautiful cock inside of mommy?"
Alexander felt a chill go through him. Not only had he come
across his mother, lying on the floor in front of him, her
tits
uncovered and finger rammed deep in her twat, but he had
actually heard his mother say something that made him realize
what she
was really doing. His mother was masturbating while
thinking about fucking him!
Alexander stepped closer, only to stumble when he missed the
step leading into the den. As a result, he stumbled and fell
behind
the couch.
Blondie sat up with a start at the sudden noise. Alexander,
behind the couch grimaced at his clumsiness and looked up
with total
embarrassment when his mother came around the side
of the couch to
see what had caused the interruption.
His mother had not quite gotten her top straightened out and
one of her breasts still showed.
Blondie blushed and quickly covered it up. Alexander
suddenly wished that she had not but was interrupted by a
twinge in his
knee.
"Ouch," was all he could manage to say.
Blondie momentarily forgot what Alexander surely saw to
attend to what ever seemed to hurt him.
"What is it, honey? What did you hurt?" Blondie asked with
a look of concern.
Alexander sat up, trying with futility trying to camouflage
the hard on that still loomed in he pajama
pants.
"I just bumped my knee, that's all," he replied finally.
He stood up and took a few limping steps. "See, I'm OK."
Blondie appraised his gait a moment and reached gently for
his arm. "Come and sit on the couch so I can get a look at
it."
Alexander dumbly followed his mother's guide and sat
embarrassed on the sofa. He covered up
his crotch, trying
again to hide his relentless erection and Blondie noticed
this. The
fantasy images came back to her but she quickly
dispelled them, her concern that her son was
hurt being
greater. She knelt down in front of him to get a look at his
knee. Carefully, she
lifted the pant leg up and over his
thigh so that she could see the injured joint. Briefly,
she
flashed her eyes back to his crotch, where Alexander still
covered up his hard on, and
then back to his knees. Blondie
felt his knee, checking if there was some injury she could
detect. She had some medical knowledge from all the reading
she had done on the sexless
"Really, mom, I just banged it. I'll be OK," Alexander said
as she rubbed. He did not really want her to stop, the feel
of
his mother's silky hands on his leg felt good and served
to stiffen his dick even harder.
"I know, baby. I just wanted you to sit and talk to me about
something," Blondie said, not looking up at him. She
swallowed
hard, not sure how to start the discussion over
what Alexander had stumbled upon. Bolstering her resolve,
Blondie spoke again.
"I want to know what you are thinking,
Alexander."
"About what, mom?"
Blondie swallowed again. "About what you saw me doing over
there on the floor."
Alexander's mind was blank. Nothing there would form into
anything that would be coherent.
Blondie continued her massage, u*********sly moving her hand
to Alexander's thigh. He noticed this and shifted
uncomfortably.
Blondie ignored this and continued feeling
his leg.
"Well?"
Alexander finally found his nerve and spoke. "I don't know
mom. I guess I shouldn't have seen what you did."
Blondie smiled at her son's embarrassment. "But you saw me.
Now, tell me what you're really thinking."
Alexander stared at his mother's hand massaging his thigh.
He could swear that she was moving it up his leg. "I think
you were
really enjoying what you were doing."
"I was, baby, I was."
Her hand did definitely slide up an inch that time.
Alexander stared at it, hypnotized by the movement of his
mother's petite
hand sliding over his flesh. His hand fell
away, uncovering the obvious bulge in his pajamas. Blondie
eyed that bulge and moved
her hand higher, close to the
crease of Alexander's hip. She was throwing whatever caution
she had had into the wind now and the
cock that surely lay
underneath that fabric was the focus of her thoughts. Any
thought of this being her son was gone and now
he was simply a tool of her desire.
"I think you were enjoying it too, baby, look at you."
Alexander quickly covered his erection, embarrassed that his
mother had seen it. Blondie reached up and moved his hand
off his
lap. "There's no need to hide it from me now, baby.
Mommy's seen it."
Alexander sensed his mother was daring him at something and
thus offered his own challenge to her. "I saw you too, mom."
Blondie was puzzled a moment and then realized that Alexander
had obviously seen her breasts when she lay there
masturbating.
"Oh? What is it you would like then, baby?"
Alexander spoke nervously at the next. "Could I see them
again?"
"See what, baby?"
Alexander flushed red and looked away, his eyes darting about
the room like a spooked a****l.
Blondie moved her hand closer to where the head of his cock
lay under the pajamas and kept massaging.
"What do you want to see, baby?"
He looked straight at his mother and the words came out. "I
want to see your titties again, mom."
"All right." Blondie took her hand off Alexander's thigh and
pulled her exercise top off over her head and tossed it
aside. Her
tits jutted out, firm and pick aureoles erect.
Alexander gripped his dick through his pajamas and gave it a
squeeze. Blondie smiled as she watched his eyes roll back in
pleasure.
Gingerly, she reached for his crotch, and moved his hand out
of the way.
"Let mommy do this for you, baby."
Finding the snaps to the pajamas, Blondie undid them and
began to pull them down. "Lift up baby," she told Alexander
and he
complied.
Blondie pulled the pajamas down to his ankles and stared at
her son's reddened dick. It was a good sized one, at least
in her
limited experience, nearly seven and a half inches of
young *********t male cock.
She slid her hands back up his thighs, halting just below his
prick.
"I just want you to know how much mommy loves you Alexander."
She let her fingers extend to touch the head of his dick.
When she
touched it, Alexander's cock jumped at the touch.
Gently, she slid her had across the swollen shaft and
Alexander sucked in a
breath.
Set in her course of action,
Blondie slowly wrapped her hand around his pole, relishing at
how hot it felt in her hand. She began
to stroke his baby
like flesh. Alexander's breather came faster with each
stroke.
"Mom, I'm gonna...."
Before she could stop, her son came, a spray of cum jetting
out of his cock. The white spooge landed on his thighs and
on her
tits. Blondie did not want this to happen so soon.
She wanted him to at least last long enough to get him inside
her waiting
confines. But she did not want to stop pumping
that spurting cock with all of that jism now oozing out of
it.
When he was finished coming, Blondie took her towel that she
used during her exercising and wiped the semen off of both of
them.
Done, she stood up straight and took off her shorts.
Again, she knelt in from of him and took hold of his
semi-erect penis.
"Did you like that, baby?"
"Yes."
"I'm glad you did. Do you want more?"
Alexander's reply was a quick nod.
"I was hoping you would. Mommy has a lot she wants to do
with her baby." Without a further word, she took him in her
mouth,
sucking a long stroke and then letting his cock slip
out.
Alexander looked down at her. "Please, don't stop. That
felt really good."
"It did? I've never really done this before so I wasn't sure
if I was doing it right."
"It was good, mom, really."
"All right then. If it was good, why don't you put that
beautiful penis in mommy's mouth and let her suck you?"
Blondie opened
her mouth as Alexander took hold of his dick.
Scooting towards her, he slid his cock past her open lips and
into her mouth.
Blondie went slow with Alexander, letting his cock build back
to full erection, completely filling her mouth. She was
trying to
be as gentle and careful with him as possible, out
of fear that if he got too stimulated again, he could blow
another wad. Blondie
was not sure if Alexander could come
again in such a short span of time but she did not want too
run that risk.
She savored the feel of his hot tool in her mouth as it slid
slowly back and forth across her lips. With her tongue, she
could
feel the texture of the shaft, the ripples in the blood
engorged flesh, the veins that stood out prominently.
For his part, Alexander was in total awe of the sight of his
mother sucking his prick. Never in a million years did he
expect to
have this happen. Sure, he had fantasized about
his mother on occasion but always discounted on her to
actually be blowing him.
His cock was feeling terrific with
each suck his mother applied to it and he began to move his
hips, thrusting towards her as she
went down on him.
Blondie continued her slow blow on her son for a few minutes
more and then let him free of her mouth. Still holding and
stroking
his cock, she looked up at him with all the motherly
love she had.
"Mom," started Alexander, "please, don't stop."
Blondie smiled broadly at her son, ecstatic that he was
really enjoying her blow job. She had never really been able
to give one
to Dagwood, mostly out of fear. Her fear was
gone now, why she did not know. She wondered now what had
driven her to do this to
Alexander, why she was the very
brink of i****t with him. Since I've been sucking on this
wonderful penis, haven't I done that
already? The thought
was fleeting as she gripped him tighter, causing Alexander to
suck in a breath of pleasure. Blondie reveled
in the bliss
she had her son it, the way his hips writhed uncontrollably,
thrusting in her fist on each down stroke on his dong.
Blondie took him by the hands and stood Alexander up. "Come
with me, baby," she said, leading him out of the living room
and down
the hall that led to his bedroom. She gently
prodded him though the door first and then closed it behind
her. Taking his hand
once more, Blondie took him over to the
bed. She gently had him lay down and then took her place
next to him. Alexander was in
full arousal now, hugging
against his mother, his dick rubbing against her thigh,
seeking still more stimulation.
Blondie hugged her son in return and took his face in her
soft hands. "My beautiful boy. Oh Alexander, what ever are
we doing?"
"I don't know, mom, but I don't want to stop."
Blondie reached for his cock and began stroking it once more.
"I know baby, I don't want to, either." She squeezed his
prick
harder, causing him to shudder. "You have to promise
me something, baby," she said, writhing in her own ecstasy
with him, their
bodies moving constantly.
"Okay, mom."
"I want you to tell me that no one will ever find out about
what we are going to do. Your mother could get into a lot of
trouble
if someone did."
"I won't tell, mom, I promise. Nobody's gonna find out."
"I know, baby. Mommy trusts you."
Gently, she kissed him on the lips. Alexander drew back a
moment but let her kiss him again. He had never kissed a
girl before,
the thought of it simply made him too nervous.
His mother kissed him softly once again, this time her lips
rested on his for a
moment longer. Alexander accepted the
kiss without hesitation and each one that followed. Just by
kissing him, Blondie became
more and more lost in her desire.
Her lips moved with passionate determination, loosening his
as well. Without thought, she
slipped her tongue into his
mouth and sought out his. Alexander broke the lip lock,
shocked at this new smooching technique.
Blondie looked at her son's shocked face and giggled softly.
"It's all right, just do what I do. You're doing really
well,
baby." Again, she attacked his mouth, plunging her
tongue back in. Alexander got the gist of what his mother
was doing and soon,
he was lapping tongues with his mother.
All the while, they embraced tightly, Blondie slowly working
his body on top of hers. She kept one leg between his to
prevent any
penetration just yet. Alexander noticed finally
that he was on top of his mother and stopped kissing her to gaze at her with the
same
glazed look she had. He admired her body, the pale tits with
their pick aureoles jutting at him, the way her chest rose
and
fell with each lusty breath she took, and down to the blond thatch of hair that led to his
point of origin to the world.
Suddenly, the full impact of what he was doing with his
mother struck him and he looked into his mother's face, an
unsure
expression on his.
"Are we really doing this, mom?"
Blondie smiled, her face blushing red from her passion. "Yes
baby, we really are."
Alexander looked about the room, trying to find the courage
to ask his next question. As he took in the room, he
realized that
he would never look at it the same way again.
Always the memory of what he was doing with his mother and
what they might do would
be in here with him. He looked into
his mother's eyes now.
"Are we...you know....going to do it?"
Blondie slid her leg out from between his and now lay with
legs spread, her son positioned between them. Once he was
there, his
cock somehow was in direct line with her pussy and
with the closeness of both their pelvises, he immediately slipped straight into
her.
Blondie let out a startled gasp, as did Alexander.
Blondie took in a deep breath and let out a dreamy sigh.
"Does this answer your question, baby?"
They both stayed in that position for a while, Blondie
waiting on her son to start thrusting his dick deeper into
her dripping
cunt while Alexander was stunned at the feeling
of his cock inside a hot, slippery cunt, especially it being his mother's.
Blondie looked into his eyes through half closed lids. "It's
all right. You're inside me now."
Alexander shook his head, clearing his head to concentrate.
"Yeah..." was all he could manage to say.
"Baby, don't just lay there," Blondie said after a few
moments. She softly grasped his ass cheeks. "Please make
love to me,
Alexander. Make love to your mother."
Alexander did as he was asked and began slow thrusts with his
hips, each one burying his prick further into his mother's
love
canal. Blondie moaned each time he drove deeper. His
thick shaft was stimulating her cunt in ways that she had not
felt in a
very long time and the mushroom of a head on his
penis was hitting her cunt walls in just the right spot.
As her moaning increased, so did Alexander's desire. He
pumped into his mother with determination, each time
eliciting a louder,
longer moan from her.
"Right there, Alexander. Keep doing it just like that.
Ooooh, you feel so good inside me. Ohhh! Yes right there!"
Alexander continued his fucking, increasing his tempo with
every thrust. As a result, his mother moaned even louder.
"Yes, yes! Ooooh, baby! Love me! Deeper! Harder! Oh,
God I want more of you!" Blondie bucked her hips to match
his rhythm,
getting his cock deeper inside. She felt his
balls slap against her ass at every pump of his hips.
"Mom, this feels so good!"
"Yes, yes, it does. Keep it going, baby. I want all of you
can give me!"
They were fucking faster by the moment, huffing breaths
coming form the both of them. Alexander began to groan his
pleasure as
well.
"Yes baby! I want you to love this! Love me! Fuck me!"
The last words shocked Blondie, she herself having never used
such
profanity. She had, of course, heard enough of it on
the cable movies that Dagwood had insisted on watching at
night and had
seen many a sex scene in them to know what she
was saying. If Alexander noticed what she had said, he only
reacted to it by
pounding even harder at her pussy.
"Ooooh, yeah! I love it! Fuck me just like that, baby!
Fuck mommy, fu....." Blondie stopped speaking, realizing
that she was
beginning to build to orgasm. Determined to get
the orgasm she had yet to attain in her life, she goaded
Alexander on. "Fuck
mommy, Alexander. I want you to fuck me
with all the cock you have!" Alexander pumped even harder
into his mother, himself feeling
the building pressure in his
balls, signaling his imminent orgasm. "I think...I
think...," he started to say. Blondie grabbed his
butt and
jammed him harder in her. "Yes, baby, I know! Mommy is
right there with you. Oh, God, fuck me! Make mommy come!"
For
the next moments, they fucked in silent intensity, their
breathing rapid and deep. Sweat rolled off of both their intertwined
bodies. The only other sound
was the slippery, sucking sound Alexander's cock make as it
pumped madly into his mother. His balls
had shrunk up, a
sign that his orgasm was very close.
He raised up, poised over his mother as her fucked so that he
could look at her. Blondie stared back at him with
undisguised wide
eyed lust, her tits gyrating with each
thrust Alexander made. As she stared, Alexander's eyes rolled
back in their sockets and he
then assumed a grimacing,
determined expression. Blondie knew his jism was about boil
over in his balls and come firing into her.
Without warning,
her own orgasm crested and came crashing down on the very
beachhead of her soul.
"Oh....My....God....ohhhh....yessss...fuuuuck.....mommmy....!"
Alexander was fucking spastically, his cock pumping so
erratically that the moment before he spurted his load, he
slipped out of
his mother. Instinctively, Blondie grabbed
the jutting, jerking dick and pumped it. An instant later,
Alexander groaned loudly
and came. He came so hard that the
first jet of milky white jism splattered onto his mother's
neck. With each pulse of his
orgasm, the streams went a
lesser distance.
When he was finished, Alexander looked down at his mother to
see that he had indeed squirted gobs of cum all over her
tits,
stomach, and had coated her pussy hair with white
spunk. Blondie kept milking his red hot cock until she got
all the semen out.
When she thought she was done, Alexander
lay back on her, uncaring of his cum plastered all over her
chest and hugged his mother.
Blondie started first, and within a few moments, mother and
son wept in joy in their embrace.
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