57-year-old Roberta, Bert, answered the knocked at the door. Opening the door, she found her 30-year-old son, Danny, standing there, his left hand squeezing his crotch. Without invitation, or even a hello, he entered the apartment.
"How was your vacation?"
"Good mom. Real good." Danny replied
"Where is Peggy? Isn't Monday y'all day off?" She queried.
"She had an errand to run." Danny answered. "She will be back in an hour to pick me up. I need a taste of your pussy We don't have a lot of time mom, so let's get humping."
"It's nice to be missed but that's not enough time Danny!" Bert protested, as her son took her hand leading her to the bedroom.
"Sure it is! I have been thinking about you for three days. It won't take long at all."
"Me or my pussy?"
Five years earlier Danny had overheard his mother telling his wife, that having Danny so late in life, 27, with no real father, she had decided to be fixed. She, having a drunken father who had molested her, had never considered marriage and Danny was the result of the bad, one time, mistake with the apartment building plumber.
Danny, was one of those men who had pussy on the brain. Oddly, he did not have the nerve to mess around on his wife. After overhearing his mother's story, he became fixated on her. One afternoon at lunch he had consciously suggested that they have sex.
Bert would always wonder if she had not protested firm enough against such an idea. He was not to be deterred and literally dragged her to the bedroom. She was not willing to admit that he had raped her because she ended up having an orgasm and enjoyed the whole experience. It ended up being a mutual arrangement, them having sex at least once a week, but then there were the times, like the present one, when he could actually seem demented and course, with a one track mind.
"Come on mom! Get with the program." He chastised, as he flipped his loafers off, removed his jeans, always going commando and sock-less, and removed his T-shirt.
Bert stared at her son's stiff erection and the redness of his shaft.
At 5'5", she was a rotund little woman at 160lbs. Her skin was a pasty-white, her thighs smooth enough. Long, reddish-orange, her hair was braided and wrapped in a bun around the back of her head. On the edge of diabetes, there was little hair on her mound. If one could point to any positive attribute, it would be her large nipples that were mounted on large sagging breasts. Notwithstanding, of course, the treasure hole between her legs that mesmerized her son.
For Bert to undress, was a simple matter. She lifted the bluish- gray, flowered shack of a dress over her head and pushed down pink bloomer style underwear.
"Show me how much you like my stiff peter." He offered.
This was standard operating procedure, even when there were hours of free time. Bert sat down on the rather high bed and took the head of her son's cock into her mouth. At other, more leisurely, times she would suck him to orgasm, having learned to swallow his ejaculate to keep things tidy. Then he would fuck her for ever, very much to her liking. But this day he pulled it from her within a few minutes. If she told the truth, Bert had missed her son too and was enjoying sucking his cock. But Danny was in a hurry!
Danny laid his mother back and lifted her legs, pushing them back. He put his face to her pussy and began a most novice attempt of oral pleasure. But today, pleasure was not his intent. He could, and had, done much better. His desire was to get her pussy lubricated. It was not a pretty pussy, with large flapped lips, but being his mother's, creating elicit and incestuous arousal, and being safe from discovery, it was a very desirable pussy.
