The three months since Chris had started seeing Elise, had flown by for him. Elise was a free spirit and he knew it was that, that attracted him to her. After his torrid, incestuous sex with his mother those months ago, nothing had happened between them, and nothing had been said. Neither of them, were ashamed of what they had done, if anything it had brought them even closer together. No, it was just that Chris was now involved in a relationship and was concentrating on Elise and as for Clarissa, well she just wanted her son to be happy.
Both though, without the other's knowledge, would have happily submitted to more of that same, lustful ravenous, incestuous sex they had had over those two days. They had also learned something from that experience. For Chris he was reminded that his mother was a woman, a beautiful woman who had the needs and desires of any woman. Needs and desires that she was not looking after, with him on the scene. For Clarissa too, she had learned that her little boy was anything but. He was now a man, a big man. A man that could satisfy her urges, her needs, her lusts. And seemed willing to participate in the type of things that she loved and knew she needed. And neither really cared that it was incest. What people do behind closed doors, providing no-one was being hurt, was their business.
Clarissa woke that morning, with that familiar burning sensation in her lower stomach having returned. "Here we go again!" she said to herself somewhat quietly, knowing that Elise and Chris were asleep in the bedroom across the hall. She knew what had kicked the lustful feelings off. Since consummating her need for sex, with her son; she could think of very little else when the lights went out. Or to be fair, during many of the waking hours; when enduring boring meetings at work, or every time she put on a pair of stockings or simply got dressed for work, she felt the same lustful need. She had even taken to wearing tights with no knickers on, so she could flash at the young men at work, by crossing and uncrossing her legs. But all this did was make her urge for sex with her son worse.
She looked across at the clock, it was just past six in the morning. It was Saturday, so she didn't need to get up for a while yet. It was the one day of the week she allowed herself off. No jogging today, she could lie back and take an extra hour or two if she wanted. But she knew very well that the burning in her stomach would make just lying in bed a very hard thing to do. It was at that point she heard a giggle from the room across the hallway. She could hear Elise quite clearly as she spoke with Chris.
"That is rude! Here am I just wanting a cuddle and you have to make it a threesome!" She giggled again. "Lucky I like threesomes, isn't it? And even luckier that I adore the friend you have brought along. In fact, I could say that I am getting rather infatuated with him."
Clarissa heard a flurry of movement and then Elise said, "Ah, there he is! My God Chris, I can't get over how big he is and he's getting bigger!?"
"Well," Chris said laughing, "you managed getting over him pretty well last night."
"Funny." Elise responded, "Now you be quiet whilst I talk to my baby. Ummm hello. My you have grown, ummmm still growing. How big and strong you are getting. Ohhhh Chris, he is magnificent, look, look, he's talking back. If only I knew what he was saying?"
Chris laughed, "I think we both know what he is saying, but maybe if you get a little closer. Maybe, whilst you are conversing with him, I can do some conversing of my own?"
"Why Mr. Maybrook, whatever do you mean?"
"I mean, get your lovely pussy over here, so that I can dip my tongue into it!"
"Ohhhh, you naughty man," Elise giggled again, "not only do you force the attentions of this huge beast upon me, you also expect to abuse me in other ways too?"
"Ohhhhh you don't know the half of it. Now climb onto my face before I rape you!"
"OOoooooohh, would you?"
Clarissa heard a resounding smack and Elise squealed. "Shush," said Chris, you'll wake up mum."
"Hey, you're the one that smacked me, you know how I love that, you know what it does to me?"
"Elise, I have known you for but a short while, sexually that is. In that time however, I have learned, that there is not a single thing, that doesn't turn you on!"
"I can't help it, anyway, it's mostly your fault, and his, isn't it baby?"
Clarissa could hear the bed creaking a bit, then there was silence. But the silence was only the cessation of their talking. Because as she listened hard, she could hear the wet slurping sounds of sex. She found she could easily imagine Elise kneeling over her son's face, her good-sized breasts rubbing upon his flat stomach, as her head bobbed up and down, her lips tightly enclosed about his stiff cock, her hands gripping the base hard. Clarissa felt her heart beating wildly in her chest, her breasts, already uncovered rose and fell erratically. The nipples upon them, granite hard erections of sensitive nerve endings. An 'OH,' escaped her lips before she could stop it and as she moaned, she heard Elise's pleasurable sounds, as the young girl's excitement had increased beyond the point of her caring who was listening. Despite being gagged with a mouthful of pulsating cock, her moaning was clear and loud in Clarissa's ears.
