MOM'S AMOROUS SON, by Roderigo (1/4)--mF, inc., cons.
Drigo7
From: dri...@aol.com (Drigo6)
Date: 1997/05/20
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
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MOM'S AMOROUS SON--A Story of Incest by Roderigo
Disclaimer: This story is for adults only. Anyone under 18 has no business
reading or downloading it. Those who are morally opposed to stories of
unorthodox sexual activities should go elsewhere. On the other hand, you
don't have to approve of actual incidents of this nature to enjoy a
fictional description. This is a fantasy, and it is no crime to enjoy
fantasies. This story is not true. Certainly the names are false; any
similarity that the names might have to those of real people is purely
coincidental. Some of the characters themselves may be real (note: MAY
be), but they did not indulge in the actions described herein. Enjoy!
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MOM'S AMOROUS SON--Part 1
"What! Could it possibly be true? Did my son actually try to fuck Mrs.
Correlli? A woman old enough to be his mother? As old as me?" These
thoughts were going over and over in Anita Collins' head, along with
images of her handsome athlete son in passionate intercourse with the
buxom lady from across the block. One part of her mentality told her that
the whole thing was a mistake, or even a deliberate lie. But another part
recognized the fact that Brad was indeed a super horny teenager who was
quite capable of being attracted to, and attracting, just about any mature
woman. And Maria Correlli was the type who would be very attractive,
especially to adolescent boys with breast fixations.
Anita was still reeling from the fervent conversation with John Correlli.
John was sputtering and half incoherent at times as he expressed his rage
that his wife, the big-titted Maria, had been insulted by her son's
blatant attempt to seduce her. It took a while for Anita to finally get
the whole story from him. Brad had been mowing the Correllis' lawn, as he
frequently did for many people in the area. He had gone into the house to
get a drink of water and had found Mrs. Correlli half dressed (that
spectacular top half bare). Apparently he had been carried away by the
sight and had tried to persuade her to have sex with him. This was the
situation when John Correlli had unexpectedly come home and discovered the
shocking scene. Brad had fled, and Mrs. Correlli broke down in tears and then
told her husband the sordid story.
Mr. Correlli, as angry as he was, said that he did not want to stir up
any publicity. He admitted that Brad had not tried to use force and
perhaps was not guilty of a real crime, since he had been given permission
in the past to enter the house unannounced when he was cutting the grass.
He knew that Brad was a local sports hero and certainly would be up for a
lucrative scholarship when he graduated from high school. He didn't want
to ruin Brad's reputation, but he warned Anita that if Brad came near the
house again, there would be real trouble. Anita knew that John Correlli
would never have the nerve to try anything physical with Brad. She
wondered why so often those big, full-bodied sexpots like Maria Correlli
were married to smallish, rather insignificant looking men like John.
Now Anita was in a turmoil, trying to plan what to say when Brad came
home. She tried to shake from her brain the mental picture of that big
good-looking son of hers rutting upon the overblown body of that Correlli
bitch. Was that what he really wanted? She knew from years of personal
experience how fascinated Brad was with the female form. Time after time she
had detected his surreptitious examination of her own body. She knew that he
had spied on her on many occasions when she was dressing or
grooming herself. In fact, she had been rather flattered by his attentions, and
occasionally she had given in to the temptation to give him a little extra
show, apparently unintentionally. She had even felt herself being turned on by
the obvious admiration of this extremely handsome young man who had sprung from
her own loins.
She was very proud of Brad's accomplishments on the football field. He
was the best middle linebacker the high school team had ever had. He
dominated the defense and had been named to the all-conference team and
even to the all-state second team as a junior. He even filled in as an
excellent tight end on the offensive team when a game was on the line.
Great things were expected of him in his senior year. He had grown to six
feet three and weighed an all-muscle 230. A number of colleges had already made
their interest known. In addition, although he didn't work too hard at it, he
was a very good scholar, with a solid A- average. Anita had seen every game he
had played, both at home and away, and she had thrilled to watch her own son
develop to the point where he could dominate a game like a man playing against
boys. Her husband, Richard (usually called Dick) hadn't really been that
encouraging, and though he enjoyed the attention that he himself received as a
result of Brad's prowess, he was too involved in his career to devote much time
to his son.
But now what? She knew that it would be up to her. Her husband wouldn't
be any help at all. In fact, she almost instantly decided that he would never
know about the situation if she could keep it hidden. But what could
she do? She knew that all the high school girls were mad about Brad. Many
of the prettiest of them had boldly thrown themselves at his feet, so to
speak. And not just the young girls. She had seen their mothers in a dither
about him as well, setting traps to catch Brad for their daughters--or even
themselves. She had even felt a sort of jealousy when these old "broads," as
she thought of them, made goo-goo eyes and talked girlish
baby talk to her son. The young girls she didn't mind, perhaps because Brad
didn't seem to be much interested in them, although he dated occasionally, and
she knew damned well that he scored whenever he wanted to. But now that she
thought of it, it seemed to be the older women that Brad turned on the charm
for. He had a real knack for it; in no time at all they were practically eating
out of his hand.
The back screen door slammed, and Anita's emotions went flying "like
sparks in burnt-up paper" (quoted from Lowell). Brad was home. She heard
the refrigerator close as she approached the kitchen door. When she entered,
Brad was opening a can of Pepsi. He was wearing only a pair of
shorts and some running shoes. His muscular, deeply tanned torso was
glistening with sweat. "Hi, Mom," he said casually, showing no signs of
stress as he took a long swallow of the cold soda.
"Brad . . ." Anita hesitated. Where should she start? Should she wait until
after supper? No, Dick would be there then. Better to just get right to it; get
the cards out on the table. "Brad, Mr. Correlli was just here."
Brad set the Pepsi can down. He didn't say anything, and his face was
expressionless, but the tension in his body showed Anita that he knew what was
about to come. "Oh? What did he want?"
"Brad, I've got to know the truth. What happened between you and Mrs.
Correlli?"
Brad hesitated and then said carefully, "What do you mean, Mom? What did
Correlli say happened?"
She would rather have him just go ahead and tell his side of it, but he
obviously was not inclined to do that. She went ahead and told Brad the
whole story as John Correlli had told it to her. She explained to Brad that Mr.
Correlli was not planning to take any other action, but Brad was to stay away
from their house from now on.
She could tell that Brad was relieved when he heard that the incident would be
kept quiet, but then suddenly her son burst out laughing. She was
shocked at this behavior, but Brad just kept it up, almost to the point of
hysteria. Then when she was about to demand what was so funny, Brad mused, "She
really pulled it off! That was a pretty good story on the spur of the moment."
"Brad, what on earth is going on here? Tell me the whole truth."
"Mom, trust me, you really don't want to know."
"I most certainly do want to know! In fact, I demand to know! Come on, Brad. I
want the whole truth about what went on over there at the Correllis' house."
Brad remained silent until Anita actually screamed at him with tears in
her eyes, "Brad! For God's sake, tell me!"
Finally Brad sat down and said, "OK, Mom. You asked for it. The real truth is
that if old man Correlli had got home just a little bit later, he would have
caught Maria and me in bed--and not for the first time either. I suppose then
she'd have said I raped her."
Anita collapsed into a chair. "Oh, my God! You've been sleeping with that
old bag? Oh, Brad, how could you!"
"Aw, come on, Mom. She's not an old bag, and you know it. Every guy in this
town would give his eye teeth to get her in the sack."
Anita swallowed the harsh words of ridicule that she would like to have
uttered. Deep inside, she knew that what he was saying was true, and it was her
own jealousy that was coloring her opinion. Finally bringing her
feelings under control, she spoke more calmly. "All right, Brad, I want the
whole story from the beginning. Just how did this start, and how long has it
been going on?"
It took a while to get him started, but eventually Brad poured out the
entire history of his affair with Maria Correlli, and once he got warmed
up, he told it in far greater detail than Anita had really wanted to know.
Here is the intriguing story of the sexual liaison between Bradley Marcus
Collins and Maria Correlli.
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It was an early spring day, but it was unusually warm. Brad was mowing
the Correlli lawn for the first time of the season. It should have been done
sooner, and the grass was rather tough to cut. The mower kept wanting to
stall, so the whole job became drudgery. Brad had stripped down to his athletic
shorts and shoes, and yet the sweat was pouring off his body. He was thinking
about knocking on the door to ask for a drink of water when Mrs. Correlli
opened the door and called to him. "How about a break, Brad? Come on in and
have a cold drink."
Brad didn't have to be asked twice. That cold drink sounded especially
welcome, and as he looked at Maria Correlli, the invitation seemed doubly
enticing. Mrs. Correlli was really rushing the season; she was wearing a
very skimpy sunsuit, sort of a romper kind of garment. The top was like a
halter that had straps that tied around her neck, leaving most of her back
bare. The two pieces that covered her tits were made for much smaller
mammaries than Mrs. Correlli's, and the result was that half of each globe
was bulging out of its pocket. The legs of the outfit were very short,
elasticized and leaving only a narrow strip to cover the voluptuous lady's
"private parts." A little line of light hair ran a few inches down each inner
thigh from the more abundant patch that must be inside. Brad had to struggle to
keep from staring. There was so much of her to see that he didn't know where to
look.
Mrs. Correlli put some ice cubes into two glasses and filled them from a
large bottle of cream soda. Brad took advantage when her back was turned
to stare at her very curvy ass and legs. God! Was that woman ever built!
Maybe there was just a little too much of Maria Correlli, but damn, it was
surely well distributed. Brad sat down at the kitchen table to hide his
aroused cock, which was too obvious in his shorts. She set a cold glass in
front of Brad and then pulled a chair close up beside him and seated herself
with her own glass. She smiled warmly at Brad as he took a sip of
the cold soda. "There, isn't that better, Brad?"
Brad smiled and said, "Much, much better, Mrs. Correlli. You know just what a
fellow needs." (When he told her this, Anita thought, "This damned
kid certainly knows how to softsoap a woman. What a line!")
Mrs. Correlli laughed with a tinkly little giggle. "Well, most fellows need a
little more than that, but I'm glad you like it so much." Then she went on (she
loved to talk), "I'm certainly glad to have you available to take care of
things around here. John would never get it done. I have all kinds of other
jobs around the house and yard if you want to make some extra money, Brad."
"Sure thing, Mrs. Correlli. Anything I can do to help a damsel in distress."
Mrs. Correlli laughed, "A dam what? Now hey, Brad Collins, watch what
you're calling your employer, your master--oops! I almost said your
mistress!" They both laughed at this little double entendre. (Damn her
slutty hide, thought Anita.) "Actually what I'd like you to call me is just my
first name, Maria. I think you're old enough now to be on a more equal level
with us mature citizens."
Mark (that charmer) began softly crooning, "Maria, Maria, Maria--the
most beautiful word in all the world--Maria!"
This sent Maria's laugh soaring. She lightly slapped Brad's hand and then
left her hand resting on his. "Goodness, you're quite the suave lady's man
now, aren't you. I'd better be careful around you."
Mark was up to the mark that day. "I'd think that a woman who looks like
you would have to be careful around any man," he said with a grin.
Again Maria's laugh trilled to the heavens. This handsome young kid was
really getting to her. "Goodness gracious, you're still sweating," she said.
"That must really be hot work today."
"Sorry, Mrs.--er--Maria. I hope I don't smell too bad."
"Oh, no!" Maria insisted. "I think sweat makes a man smell like a man. I
like it. It sort of--well--makes me feel--" She dropped the statement,
but the meaning was clear. Then she suddenly jumped up and went to a linen
closet. She came back to the table with a bath towel. "Here," she said, "let me
dry you off a little." And she proceeded to wipe the sweat off
Brad's back with the towel.
Brad just sat there transfixed as this obvious seduction continued. Mrs.
Correlli gently pulled him around by the shoulder and began to towel off
his face, then his broad, muscular chest. As he leaned back to make room
for her ministrations, he suddenly glanced down and realized too late that
his excited cock, having used up every available inch of his shorts, had
protruded the purple-red head out of one leg. Mrs. Correlli noticed it too
and as the towel approached that spot, she carefully dabbed at it. She knelt
and began wiping off his legs, her face only inches from the raging
cock head, which she kept her eyes fixed upon boldly. Brad hoped that she
was going to go for it with her mouth, but she didn't.
At last she gave a great sigh and stood up. "All that work is making me
sweat now," she said.
Brad was quick to rise to the bait. "Hey, Maria, you were kind enough to dry
me off. I'll gladly do the same for you." He took the towel from her and began
with her bare back, as she had done to him.
Then she turned to face him, a deep blush on her face. "Thanks, Brad. I think
I really need this." Brad wiped her smooth white shoulders and then
began to wipe the large portions of her tits that bulged out around the
too small halter. He took a lot of time, more and more obviously feeling
up the big beautiful breasts. Then Maria said with a tremulous voice, "I
think they need it more inside." With this she reached behind her neck and
untied the straps. The skimpy material dropped down below her waist, and
her big mammaries sprang free, their long, hard brownish-pink nipples
jutting out from large areolas.
Brad began gently toweling off the massive breasts, lifting and pressing
them lovingly. Then he dropped all pretense and put his lips on one big
nipple and began to suck and nibble at it. Maria stood still, giving a soft
moan and letting Brad have his way. Then he decided to go for it all. "I think
that I get sweatiest between the legs. Let's see about you." And he boldly
slipped his fingers inside the top of her sunsuit and began to tug it down over
her hips.
Maria gave another moan and then began to help Brad pull the garment down. She
stepped out of it and stood before him with her hairy mound
completely exposed. Her big tits sagged somewhat from their own weight and she
had a bit of a belly on her, but she also had a nipped in waist,
excitingly swelling hips, nice full curvy thighs, and a very inviting pussy,
whose pouting lips peeped through the abundant crispy hair at her crotch. Brad
gently put his hand on that mound and began to ruffle through the hair, then
moved down to cup the whole pussy.
Maria whined, "Oh, Brad! Darling! Oh, you darling boy!" She reached for his
shorts and together they pulled them down. His big hard cock popped free,
bobbing up and down, then pointing up at her. "Oh, God, Brad! What a big, big
penis you have! Oooh, it's so much bigger than John's! I think it's the biggest
one I've ever seen!" She grabbed it rather roughly and began tugging on it.
"Oh, it's a beautiful cock, Brad baby!"
Brad baby decided that he had to get that cock inside her pussy as soon as
possible, so he backed her against the counter, sort of boosted her big ass up
on it, and rammed his rod right into her juicy cunt. She sort of screamed as he
penetrated her. A few hard thrusts and he was inside her
pussy right up to the balls. "Ooooh, Brad!" Maria whined. "Oooooooh! I love
that big thing in me! Ooooh, it feels sooooo goooood!" She wrapped her arms
around Brad's neck and covered his mouth with hers, wide open, tongue lapping,
saliva flowing freely. In a few seconds his whole face was
wet.
Brad fucked that big woman hard, ramming his cock fiercely into her
softness. Her whole big body shook and recoiled as he plowed into her and
she humped back for more as he withdrew. She was holding his neck as
tightly as she could, and her open mouth, still on his, was emitting all
sorts of moans and groans and growls and various mutterings. Occasionally the
word "Fuck!" could be heard among the various vocal sounds. Brad was sort of
snorting and panting himself with his exertions. He had fucked a number of
girls before, but none with these Amazonian dimensions. It took a lot more
energy, and damn! it was exciting to be probing this big woman's cunt to the
depths with his hot cock.
Then Maria started jerking and twitching and her voice began a series of
high-pitched squeals as she repeated like a broken record played at too
high speed, "Ooooh, Brad baby! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!" (etc.
about 50 times), then a long "I'm C-O-O-O-M-M-M-M-I-I-I-N-N-G-G!" ending in a
long drawn out scream. Brad matched her scream with a loud roar as he began
shooting his hot cum into her churning pussy. He blasted her hard and fast as
the cum kept spurting deep into her belly. At last he stopped and held his cock
jammed way back into her quivering, grasping pussy as the last of his juice
flowed into her.
When Maria finally regained her senses, she was ecstatic. She clung to
Brad and wept tears of joy and told him how much she loved him and how
great his big cock had made her feel. She took him to her bedroom, where
she sucked him back to full size and he ate her pussy in exchange, sending
her into another soaring orgasm before he fucked her again and then again.
By this time it was almost time for John to come home, so they had to kiss
good-bye, but she made Brad promise to come back the next day to finish the
lawn. And if it rains, she said, come anyway, because she would find something
for him to do. When Brad left, she gave him fifty dollars. He didn't want to
take it, but she insisted. It made him feel almost like a
prostitute, but he was willing to be a prostitute for her.
That had been in late April, about two months ago. During those two
months, Brad figured he had screwed Maria about 50 times, usually in
sessions of 3 fucks at a time--in addition, of course, to various other
sex play.
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