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               Mom and Her Little Boy

Thunderstorms always gave Edward Adams the frights.  Even now, at 
the ripe old age of twelve, he became frightened at the claps of 
thunder and the sudden bright flashes of light from the 
lightning.  In the dark of his bedroom they seemed to take on a 
more frightening quality.  He was ashamed to admit it, but he 
wanted the closeness of his mother.  She would comfort him with 
soothing words and hold him until he went to sleep or the storms 
would pass as they always did.
Tonight was no different than any other story summer night.  The 
lightning flashed and the thunder rolled in great, window 
rattling blasts as the storm vented its fury on the surrounding 
countryside.  A sudden vivid flash filled the room in a flash 
bulb effect, freezing everything like a photo.  The thunder 
crashed and Edward cowered under the blankets.  Finally he gave 
in and leaping from bed, he ran to his mothers room.
He flew down the hall and practically leaped onto the great brass 
bed his mother, Helen, slept in.  She had expected him sooner, 
and she was pleased that he had held out longer than usual.  She 
hoped that his fear would subside as he grew older, and this was 
an encouraging sign.
"It's alright, Eddy!  Get under the covers and snuggle up.  The 
storm will be over soon, honey!"  Helen said, tossing back the 
covers for her frightened son.
"I'm sorry, mom!  I tried, but the lightning..."  He started to 
explain and was cut off by another flash and boom of thunder.
He snuggled up to his mothers back, instantly calmed as are all 
frightened children when their mother is close.  Helen reached 
over her hip and gave him a pat on the butt.
"Hush, baby!  You did fine, just fine.  Now try to go to sleep, 
OK?"
"OK, mom.  `Night."
"Goodnight, Eddy."  Helen snuggled back down into her pillow as 
the storm continued outside.
Soon, both Edward and his mother were asleep.  Snuggled up 
against his mother, Edward slept the deep sleep of a contented 
child.  His mothers body next to him was a universal calming 
agent that all children felt and needed when frightened or 
anxious.  He hugged her to him in his sleep, his arm thrown over 
her side to encircled her waist.
Helen slept soundly and her dreams filled her sleeping mind.  She 
was a girl again and her boyfriend was trying to feel her 
breasts.  She was a good girl and although she liked him she was 
nervous about letting him go this far.  His hand was almost on 
her bra covered mound.  She could feel his manhood as it pressed 
against her ass.  He was hard.  His cock pressed against her 
round ass. She involuntarily pressed aback at his erection.  His 
hand closed over her tit.  Her ass moved in tiny circles against 
his erect cock.  She could feel it slipping between her ass 
cheeks.
She woke up.  Frozen, she could not voluntarily move.  Was she 
still dreaming, or was she awake?  She still felt a hand on her 
breast.  The cock she felt in her dreams was still hard and it 
was pressing between her ass cheeks.  Helen was puzzled.  If she 
was still dreaming, why was she wondering if she was awake?  If 
she was awake, why was she still feeling the hand on her tit and 
the cock between her ass cheeks?  Very puzzling, indeed.  
Unless...
The sudden crack of thunder snapped her out of her half-sleep.  
There was only one answer.  Edward!  Her mind churned at the 
thought.  It had to be.  She was certain she was awake, now.  She 
lay still, collecting her thoughts.  Yes, a hand was on her tit.  
Yes, a cock was rubbing against her ass and she now could feel 
the familiar softness of cotton.  Underwear.  It was a feeling 
she knew very well.  
The hand on her tit was warm as it held her gently.  It softly 
squeezed the firm mound.  
Her ass cheeks felt the hardness of the cloth covered cock as it 
pushed into her cleft.  She noticed herself pushing back at the 
hard rod of flesh.  What the hell was her son doing with his hand 
on her tit and a hardon?  She realized immediately that he was 
asleep.  He snored gently into her neck.  She had to do something 
about this.
Edwards hand was softly holding his mothers tit as he slept.  In 
her position on her side, her breast was exposed under her 
nightgown.  His hand slipped under the gown and cupped her bare 
tit.  Helen held her breath.  His fingers stroked over her 
nipple.  It stood up instantly under the gentle fondling.  She 
bit her lip as his hand held her tit.  Her ass pushed back 
against his cock.  She realized he had a big cock for a boy.  Her 
boy.
The nightgown Helen wore was short and it had managed to work its 
way up slightly as her ass pushed back against her sons cock.  
She could feel the hard shaft as it lay against her ass, 
snuggling into the crack of her ass.  Edward shifted slightly in 
his sleep and his erect cock slipped between her cheeks.  She 
tried, bu she couldn't keep from wiggling her hips back onto his 
cock.  The cloth covered penis of her son rubbed the underside of 
her cunt.  Helen gasped as she felt it slide over her sensitive 
pussy to rest against her lips.
Helen wriggled her ass in circles against her sons cock.  Then 
she felt his shift his hips.  He pushed his cock back at her.  
She reached behind her and her hand slipped between them.  She 
felt for the opening of his shorts with her fingers and finding 
it she managed to hold the cloth apart.  Her sons erect cock 
sprang out of the opening to slap against her bare, wet pussy.  
She held the hot, hard bar of boy cock in her motherly hand for 
an instant then she did something mothers don't do with their 
sons cocks. She pushed his cock up the cleft of her ass and 
nestled the head at the entrance to her pussy.  Edward slept on, 
unaware of his mothers actions.  Helen took a deep breath and 
pushing her ass back she felt his cock slide into her cunt.  
Edwards hand closed firmly on her tit, squeezing it softly as his 
mother pushed her cunt onto his cock.  She shivered at the feel 
of the boys penis entering her pussy.  It had been a long time 
since a man had put his cock in her.
Groaning, Helen wriggled her hips onto the shaft of her sons 
cock.  She began to hunch her hips back at the sleeping boy.  Her 
hips started to jiggle in a slow motion as she fucked herself on 
her sleeping sons cock.  She felt the walls of her pussy close on 
his cock as they gripped him tightly in their wet, slick embrace.  
Edward moved slightly.  Helen stopped her movements with her sons 
cock buried deeply in her pussy.  Edward humped against his 
mothers ass.
Helen began to move her ass in time with her sleeping sons 
instinctive movements.  She fucked back as he thrust into her 
vagina.  She began to push harder against him.  Her hips made 
small, regular jerking circular movements.  She was breathing 
raggedly as she concentrated on fucking her sleeping son.  The 
bed began to move with the steady tempo of fucking.  Helen felt 
the boys cock grow harder inside her.  She wondered for the first 
time if he could cum.  She moved faster at that thought.
Edwards hand on her tit closed tightly around the firm globe and 
he humped his cock deep into his mothers pussy.  Helen picked up 
the pace as she began to slap her ass back onto his cock. She 
felt his cock pulsing as her pussy stroked up and down the length 
of the invading boy prick.  
Her clit throbbed and she reached down to stroke the hard nub.  
Her fingers found the timing of her strokes and she began to pull 
her pussy almost off the boys cock then slam her ass back at him.  
Edward held his mother tightly as she fucked him.  The bed rocked 
and creaked with her efforts.  Again and again she slid her pussy 
up and down his shaft. She sank the full length of it into her 
pussy and her hips churned against the throbbing of his erect 
prick.  With a few quick thrusts she was near orgasm.  She 
slammed her clasping pussy on her sons cock.  It began to throb 
hard inside the slick, hot tunnel of her vagina.  
Helen could feel her climax at the core of her pussy.  She held 
his cock deep in her and her vagina massaged it with rippling 
motions of her muscles.  Edward clung to her his cock buried in 
her pussy.  She held him deeply and made little humping 
movements.  Then she felt his cock jerk once, twice, then his 
body stiffened.  She gasped as she felt the boy shoot jet after 
jet of hot sperm deep into her clenching cunt.  Her fingers 
rubbed her clit and her pussy held his cock like a fist.
Bucking back on his cock she felt his cum splash against the 
walls of her milking pussy.  He groaned and held his dick inside 
her.  She continued to massage his cock with her cunt as he shot 
load upon load of boy-cum into his mothers cunt.  Helen shuddered 
as her orgasm took her.
  Her hips moved spastically on his rock hard cock.  The cum 
leaked out of her pussy and ran down her ass.  She finally 
stopped, out of breath.  Her sons cock was still hard inside her.  
She remembered that young boys can stay hard for some time, even 
after they cum.
A flash of lightning froze the image of the two, the boy clinging 
to his mother, the woman panting for breath, her fingers buried 
in her cunt.  There would be another storm and another night.  
Helen made a mental note to listen to the weather report, just to 
be sure.

 
There was another storm due to hit the area sometime in the night 
the weather report had indicated.  Helen Adams listened with more 
than the usual interest to the nightly weather report.  
For the past three weeks as the Summer thunderstorms had rolled 
across the landscape she had secretly waited each night for her 
son, Edward, to rush into her room and hide himself under the 
covers from the storms.  She noted that he was beginning to lose 
his stark fear of the fury of the storms and she wondered when he 
would no longer need the comfort of his mothers bed to assuage 
his fear.
She had been fucking the innocent young boy as he slept in her 
bed almost every night.  She took advantage of his natural deep 
slumber and the effect her closeness had on the boy 
subconsciously.  As he slept snuggled up to her she would use her 
hands or her ass to rub his young cock to full hardness and then, 
while the boy slept, she would slip his hard boy cock out of his 
shorts and fuck him.  She had powerful orgasms while his young 
prick surged in her steaming pussy spewing his boy sperm deep 
into her waiting cunt while he slept through the entire 
incestuous act.
As she listened to the droning of the weather forecaster she 
anticipated her encounter that was sure to come this night as it 
had almost all the previous nights.  Her pussy began to moisten 
as she thought of her sons hard, young cock thrust into her 
motherly cunt and his involuntary, instinctive fucking.  Her 
nipples hardened under her nightgown and her hand slipped inside 
the thin garment to cup her tit.  A low groan escaped her lips at 
the touch.  She heard her son come thumping down the stairs and 
she quicky withdrew her hand.
"I'm gonna get ready for bed, mom.  Are you watching the 
weather?"  Her young son asked from the landing of the staircase.
"Yes, Eddy.  Another storm tonight, son.  You're doing very well 
with them, now.  I'm proud of you."  Helen said, looking up at 
the boy from the sofa.
She knew he still had a long way to go with his fear and her 
doctor had praised his latest effort with his struggle.  Little 
did the doctor know that Helen was relying on his fear to drive 
him to her bed to help her satisfy her lust.  She smiled up at 
the young lad and knew that he would be in her bed in a matter of 
hours.
"Aw, mom...I'm tryin', but I still can't help it sometimes.  But 
you help make it better.  I just don't want any of the guys at 
school to know that I still have to get in bed with you 
sometimes.  They'd make fun of me and stuff!"  Edward looked down 
at his feet in shame.
"Now Edward Adams, you just stop that!  You might be surprised at 
how many of those boys have fears just like yours.  Fears they 
don't want anybody to know about, either."  Helen said.
She felt sorry for the boy and she knew he was right.  Twelve 
year old boys were not supposed to be running to their mothers 
beds for consolation and comforting.  
"Thanks, mom!  You're the best!  I'm gonna brush my teeth and hit 
the sack.  And you just watch, I'll stay in my room, no matter 
what!"  He spun and headed up the stairs as noisily as he had 
descended.
Helen watched him retreat up the stairs.  She turned back to the 
television as the local forecast was being presented.  She smiled 
as she saw the news of a large storm on the way and due to hit 
around one in the morning.  Her pussy twitched in anticipation.
She clicked off the television and made her own way upstairs to 
her room.  She passed the bathroom and glancing in she saw her 
son at the sink brushing his teeth.  She stopped and her eyes 
fastened on his form.  She could see the outline of his boyish 
prick and balls in his shorts.  They jiggled with the motions of 
his upper body as he brushed.  Her nipples hardened at the sight 
and her cunt began to shed moisture from the swollen lips of her 
pussy.  She brushed her hand across her breasts, lingering on the 
swollen nipples.  Edward glanced at her as he bent over the sink 
to rinse his mouth and smiled at her.
She drew her hand away from her tits and turned to her bedroom.  
As she entered her room her son called a last goodnight to her 
from the door of his room.  She answered and heard the door 
softly close.  She removed her nightgown and admired herself in 
her mirror.  She saw a shapely and beautiful woman staring back 
at her.  Helen was not tall, about average for a woman, but she 
had magnificent tits which required a 37C bra when she wore one.  
Her ass was full and rounded with tapering thighs and shapely 
calves.  Years of athletics in college had given her a firm and 
taught form.  She prided herself on keeping in shape and for a 
woman of thirty four, she was absolutely stunning.  Some of her 
friends said she reminded them of the actress that had played 
Wonder Woman on television.
Running her hands over her tits she played with the nipples and 
rolled them in her fingers.  Her tits throbbed with the 
attention.  She crawled into her bed and switched off the dim 
light.  In a few hours she would be fucking her young son.  She 
smiled in the darkness and settled herself in for the wait.
For once, the weather reports were accurate.  A strong storm 
swept down on the Adams home and the surrounding countryside 
right on time.  Lightning and thunder with strong gusts of wind 
buffeted the area shortly after midnight.  In Edwards room the 
walls were lit by the flashing of the lightning and the window 
shook with the peals of thunder.  Brought abruptly awake by the 
noise the boy sat up in bed.  He bravely tried to find the 
courage to fight his fear and for a time he held his own.  But 
the storm raged outside and the images of the trees, frozen by 
the lightning against his bedroom wall, and the thunder which 
boomed broke down his resolve.
He quickly got out of his bed and almost ran to his mothers room.  
He opened the door and crossed hurriedly to her bed.  He could 
see she was asleep and he made no sound as he slipped under the 
covers.  She turned over, facing the boy.  Edward saw that she 
was nude.  He wasn't sure what to do.  She had always worn 
bedclothes in the past.  A sudden flash of lightning made the boy 
hug her close.  His young face nestled in her breasts.  She had 
placed her arm over him, holding him closely, motherly instinct 
working even asleep.  A nipple brushed against his lips.  He held 
her tightly as the storm continued.  Soon, he slept in her arms.
Helen felt something vaguely familiar.  Something exciting, yet 
she could not place the feeling.  Her sleepy mind slowly stirred 
and she felt the sensation strongly.  Edward was sucking her tit!  
She lay still, her arm across the sleeping boy as he nursed on 
her swollen breast.  She shivered at the strong suckling on her 
sensitive nipple.  She opened her eyes and as they adjusted to 
the darkness she saw her son, snuggled in her arms like a baby, 
his mouth closed tightly on her nipple.  From time to time his 
boyish tongue swirled around the tit tip as he sucked.
Helen felt the slickness of her pussy and she adjusted her 
position so her sleeping son could suck even more of her tit into 
his mouth.  She lay still, her son sucking her breast like a 
baby.  Her head was thrown back and her breath was ragged.  She 
moved her hand down between them to the boys hips.  She cupped 
her hand over his penis and balls and began to softly caress 
them.  Instantly her sons cock began to respond to the touches of 
her hand.  It swelled quickly as she massaged it through his 
shorts.  She felt for the opening and her fingers deftly fished 
the hard cock and swollen balls from the opening.  She felt a 
drop of liquid on the tip of the boys prick and her thumb spread 
it over the head of his throbbing cock.  He sucked harder on her 
tit.  She raised her leg and gently laid it over her sons hips.  
She scooted closer and her hand held his hard, hot cock slowly 
jacking him off.
She positioned herself so his cock was at the entrance to her 
cunt.  Slowly she rubbed the boys cock through the damp slit of 
her swollen pussy.  A hiss escaped her lips as she shivered with 
the sensations that throbbed from her quivering cunt.  She held 
his cock against the opening and with a slight motion of her hips 
slid her wet, steaming pussy over the head of her sons prick.  
Edward wiggled his sleeping body closer to his mother and his 
mouth continued to suckle on her hard nipple.
The storm was starting to abate outside while Helen Adams began 
to fuck her son in her bed.  She sank her clasping vagina on the 
boys hard cock and when she had his full length inside her she 
began to rock her hips against the hard rod of boyish cock.  She 
rubbed her clit over the cock and screwed her pussy onto his 
erect and dripping penis.  She established a steady humping tempo 
that she knew would soon have her soaring over the edge of 
orgasm.  Her bedroom filled with the soft sounds of a cock into 
cunt as she fucked her son.
Soon, Helen was vigorously thrusting the sleeping boys cock into 
her pussy.  She looked down at his lips sealed around her 
throbbing tit as he sucked her while he slept.  He reminded her 
of the times she had nursed him while he was a baby.  Now, she 
fucked herself on his cock, buried fully in her cunt.  She gasped 
for breath as she quickened her pace.  She humped her pussy on 
his cock faster and faster.  The squishing sounds filled her ears 
as she drew herself up and down the length of his boyish cock.
Groaning, the lust crazed mother rolled herself over the boy and 
lay atop him, his cock sank deep into her wanton body from below.  
She raised herself up on her elbows and slammed her hips down on 
his cock.  She felt it harden even more and start to jerk inside 
her.  Her hips flew up and down on his prick, lubricated by her 
flowing juices and the pre-cum that leaked from his piss hole 
into her.  Looking down at his face she stared as she saw his 
eyelids flutter, then snap open!  He looked into his mothers 
face, contorted by lust and surprise.
His mouth opened around her tit and his hips slammed up to meet 
her thrusts.  He tried to speak, but his mouth was frozen as his 
mother continued to fuck him savagely.  She smiled at the boy and 
lowered her lips to his.  She kissed her son, forcing her tongue 
into his open mouth.  He stared, unblinking into her glassy eyes 
then returned the fiery kiss.  His arms shot around her neck and 
he held her tightly as they fucked with a primal energy.
Helen knew she was about to cum and wanted her son to cum with 
her. She used the walls of her cunt to massage his surging prick 
as he now rammed it into her on his own.  His face screwed into a 
mask of unbridled lust,  he pounded himself against her belly.  
He groaned, then his body lurched.
Helen felt his prick jerk inside her and then she felt her orgasm 
welling up from the depths of her incestual cunt to wash over the 
both of them.  Edward gave a last thrust and held his cock buried 
in his mothers cunt.  The hot, sticky sperm shot from the tip of 
his prick to sear the inside of his mothers pussy with its heat.  
Gush after gush of boy spunk flowed into her as she milked his 
cock in the throes of her orgasm.  Her hips ground into his and 
she uttered an animalistic cry as her pussy clenched around her 
sons invading cock.
For what seemed to the panting woman like minutes her son 
ejaculated into her.  His cock seemed to spew jet upon jet of cum 
into the depths of her waiting cunt as they lay still, she on top 
of her son, weight resting on her elbows, her head beside his on 
the pillow.  Now it was in the open, she would have to admit to 
her son that she had been fucking him in his sleep for weeks.  
But she didn't care.  She only knew that she wanted to continue 
to fuck him whenever she could.  They would have to be careful 
not to let anyone even think that they might be sleeping 
together.  If word got out that she was fucking her son the town 
would be in an uproar.
Rolling off her dazed and gasping boy, Helen looked over at him 
beside her on the bed.
"Honey, I have to explain something to you..."  She began as he 
lay, spent and breathless beside her.
Four weeks later, Helen Adams came home from work and as she 
listened to the messages on her answering machine she suddenly 
gasped.  She frantically rewound the fourth message.  "Helen, 
this is Dr. Brownings' office.  We have the results of your tests 
in and we want to congratulate you.  You are eight weeks 
pregnant!  We're so happy for you!  Call us and we will give you 
the details.  Once again, congratulations!"
Helen sat down on the floor next to the phone stand.  She had not 
even considered the fact that her son,  a boy of only twelve 
years old,  could get her pregnant.   Her mind whirled as she 
thought of the implications.  Her son had impregnated her!  She 
had fucked her own son!  A smile played across her face as she 
thought of the times she had fucked the sleeping boy and the 
first time she had felt his cum shoot into her pussy.  Her pussy 
quivered as she thought of the night a boy had gotten his mother 
pregnant.  She had a big surprise for her son when he got home 
from school.  He had just become a father!

