Message-ID: <22647asstr$949795807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: Rlhrdup@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: X-To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us JMDigest-Score: good -11 Subject: {ASSM} Story Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2000 19:10:07 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Vulpine, dennyw I hope you can use the following. I am the author Randy and His Mother (6,910 words) by Russ Randy Thomas was sixteen that summer when he first saw his mother naked. He was taking a summer school class to get some extra credits for his junior year in high school the following Fall and the class had been canceled because the teacher was ill. He had come back home and, as he was putting his bike away, he had looked in the rec room window to see his mother, Laura, on her hands and knees on the couch - naked. Her tits hung down and swung in response to the thrusts of Mr. Brewster, who was kneeling behind her, pumping his cock in and out of her. Randy couldn’t see whether his mother was being fucked in her cunt or in her ass. For sure, though, she was being fucked. And liking it! Randy stood dumbfounded as he watched Mr. Brewster’s cock slam in and out. She might be his mother, but she was also a hot-looking piece of ass and his own cock started throbbing. He had just started to take it out to jerk off when, unfortunately, Laura looked up and saw him watching. She suddenly straightened up on her knees, knocking Mr. Brewster back on his ass. His cock wilted from the shock of its sudden dislodgement and the greater shock of seeing what had upset Laura so. “My God! Laura, you’ll have to keep him quiet. My wife will kill me if Tom doesn’t kill us both first.” Laura wasn’t worried about what her husband, Tom, might do, but she didn’t like the thought of Rita, Mrs. Brewster, going around telling what a slut her husband’s book keeper turned out to be. Even more, she worried about what the shock of seeing her fucking would do to her son. Randy had zipped up his fly and now stood at the rec room door watching his mother slip on a housecoat while Ed Brewster pulled on his trousers and shirt. Brewster’s shorts, shoes and jacket were lumped on a chair near the couch where he and his book keeper had been fucking. Her bra and panties were lying on the floor nearby. Apparently, Randy thought, she was only wearing underwear and a housecoat when she had gone to the rec room with Mr. Brewster. “Oh, Randy! I’m so sorry that you had to see this,” Laura said. “You have to let me explain. Go up to your room and I’ll come up in a minute. Just let me get dressed.” Without a word, Randy turned and went to his room. Ed Brewster finished dressing, kissed Laura distractedly, and left without any comment except to reiterate the need to keep Randy quiet. Laura reassured him that she could handle her son, but that they really ought to be more careful in the future. After considering how she should proceed, Laura put the housecoat on over her panties and bra and went up to talk with her son. She didn’t know how long Randy had been watching, but she thought it couldn’t have been more that a minute or so. When she had seen him watching, he was just starting to take his cock out to jerk off. She felt sure that he would have started immediately after seeing what was going on. She had found the stash of fuck mags hidden in his closet and had been noticing semen stains on his undershorts and bed sheets for several years. She had also observed the bulge in his trousers when he saw some of the steamier scenes on TV. Observed it and wondered if he had yet put it to use in some girl’s pussy. As she entered Randy’s room, he was sitting on the edge of his bed with his cock sticking up out of his undershorts. Laura stared at his cock and asked just what he thought he was doing. “Gee, Mom, I figured you didn’t get to finish up with Mr. Brewster, so maybe I could help you out.” “That’s disgusting and impudent,” Laura snapped. “What you saw was none of your business and I certainly hope that you won’t say anything to anyone about it.” “Not even to Dad? How long have you been cheating on him, huh?” “Not that it is any of your concern, but right after I found out he was boffing that little piece of meat he hired as a lab assistant. And Ed Brewster is a very nice man, married to a very uptight bitch who would love to get grounds for a divorce settlement that would ruin him and his business. Which would mean that I would be out of a job, so if you like the life you’re living, you’ll forget about this afternoon. Am I clear?” Randy digested all this and replied slowly, “So Dad is tearing off pieces of ass from Gina, and you’re servicing your boss, but I’m left to just jerk off. It’s not fair.” Laura looked down again at her son’s hardon. “You have a long time ahead of you for having sex. Don’t feel that your father and I are depriving you of something. Sixteen is too young to start. After all, you’re supposed to wait until you’re married, remember.” Randy took hold of his erection and began rubbing it, upsetting his mother considerably. She couldn’t believe that her son was openly starting to masturbate in front of her. “Randy! Stop that right now. What do you think you’re doing,” Laura yelled. “Well, Mom, I’m trying to work off some of the charge I got seeing you with your tits hanging down and Mr. Brewster fucking you. Was he in your cunt or your ass, Mom?” Randy replied insolently. “It seems that if you want me to forget that, maybe you should give me something to remember instead.” “Like what?” Laura asked, though she was certain what the answer would be. “Well, how about starting by taking off that housecoat and letting me see you in your bra and panties? Then you can take them off, so I can look at you bare-ass naked. Like Mr. Brewster did.” Laura stood for a moment stunned, then slipped off the housecoat. She didn’t feel that she had many options and giving in to her son’s incestuous lust seemed the least of the several evils she foresaw. She approached the bed and did a little bump and grind - the hotter he got, the sooner he would be done. Then she reached around to undo her bra. Her tits were good sized and hung down without the support. She shook her shoulders to make them swing and pushed them into Randy’s face. “Go ahead, feel them. Suck on them if you want.” Randy began to squeeze his mother’s boobs and lifted one up so he could kiss it and suck on the nipple. He had felt up some of his girl friends, even got his fingers under their bras a few times, but nothing as hot as this. “That’s it, baby, suck and lick mommy’s tits. God help me, but it’s beginning to feel good - you’re getting your mother hot, damn you.” Laura felt Randy‘s hand leave one of her tits and travel down over her belly to her leg and then up the inside of her thigh to the crotch of her panties. She spread her legs a little as her son cupped her pussy with the palm of his hand, rubbing and pressing her cunt lips and getting her hotter than Ed Brewster ever had. Or her husband, Tom, for that matter. Suddenly she no longer thought of the finger slipping under the leg band to slide back and forth between her cunt lips as her son’s. It was a man’s and she wanted him to fuck her. With his cock, not his finger. “Geez, Mom,” Randy said as he worked his finger in and out of his mother’s cunt, “you’re so wet down there, Did Brewster cum in you?” “No,” groaned Laura,” Ed didn’t get a chance to shoot. I’m getting wet because it feels so good having you diddle my twat.” She reached down and took Randy’s stiff cock in her hand, and stroking it said, ”I want to make it with my son, God forgive me. I want you to fuck me with this cock. I want you to make me cum. I want you to cum in me, on me. Oh Randy, stop playing with my pussy, just fuck it!” Randy stopped sucking her tit and finger fucking her cunt long enough to slide Laura’s panties down so that they fell on the floor. She stepped out of them and told him to sit back farther on the bed. She knelt on the bed, straddling his lap and more or less sitting on his thighs with his stiff cock pushing up against her belly. Randy could feel the stiff wiry pubic hair pushing against his prick. Rising up, she pulled his cock under her so it was positioned at the entrance of her vagina and then slow sank down on it. “Oh jeez Mom that’s wonderful, oh yesss,” her son gasped as he felt the hot, wet interior of her cunt slide around his cock. “I’m fucking you, Randy, I’m fucking you and it feels so good,” Laura told him as she began to rise up and down on that lovely, hard prick. Randy was a virgin and this level of sexual pleasure was new to him. Of course, he had jerked off, but even jerking off looking at pictures of women fucking and sucking didn’t match this sensation. Not even when Lisa Allen had jerked him off after letting him play with her tits, had it felt so good. “Mom, I’m cumming,” he moaned, “don’t stop!” “I won’t,” Laura moaned, “I want you to shoot your load in me. I want to make you feel good by cumming in my pussy.” And cum he did, spurt after spurt shot into Laura’s pussy. And leaked out around his cock wetting both their thighs. “If you were a virgin, you're not anymore,” his mother said, “and I’m glad your first time was with me.” She had forgotten how much jizz a young man could squirt. As she lifted off Randy’s lap and stood up, his cum ran out of her vagina down her legs, and there was a very large wet spot on his bed. She bent over to pick up her panties from the floor and used them to wipe both of them and the bed. “Next time, we’ll have to remember tissues, huh Mom?” Randy said. “There won’t be a next time,” Laura told her son sternly. “This was a one-time accident. I’m your mother, not your girl friend.” Randy tried to think how he could get her to fuck him again, “Yeah, but Mom, I came so fast it couldn’t have done much for you. You’ve got to let me pay you back for the “good time” you gave me.” He was right about her not getting off, Laura thought, but she hadn’t expected to. Either Tom or her vibrator was going to get a work out later on. She was going to get it off all right, but not with her son. Still, as she was to learn, it is not only the best laid plans that gang oft agley, so to do the best planned lays. Chapter 2 Dinner at the Thomas’s that evening was very subdued. Randy was wondering if he could get his mother to fuck him again soon. He thought of those wonderful tits swinging back and forth as Ed Brewster fucked her doggy style. And then later, when she had pushed them into his face so he could suck on them. His previous jerk off fantasies about Lisa Allen and the fuck mag photos were being replaced by the memory of his mother taking off her bra and panties in front of him and climbing on his cock. He wanted so much to push a couple of fingers up her wet snatch again and have her tell him how good it felt. He tried dropping his fork so he could bend over to pick it up and get a look at his mother’s legs under the table, but her knees were together so that he couldn’t get a glimpse of her crotch. Randy had a hardon that made it difficult to concentrate on the meal. Laura was also thinking about the events of that afternoon. She was worried about the effect on Ed Brewster of having Randy even knowing about their liaison, let alone actually seeing them screwing. Would it affect her job as his book keeper? Would he get conscience stricken and tell his wife, Rita? Give her the divorce she wanted? But most of all she was worried about her relations with her son. She didn’t care for the insolent way he had threatened her and forced her to get him off. And she was afraid of her own feelings about fucking her son. Her tits tingled at the memory of how he had fondled and sucked them It had felt so damned good sitting on his cock, even if he didn’t last long enough for her to cum. She knew Randy was probably thinking about another round with her and she was afraid of what might happen if she let him and what might happen if she didn’t. At least, she thought, her husband, Tom, was too preoccupied to notice the strained atmosphere at the dinner table. Indeed, Tom Thomas was preoccupied. His lab assistant, Gina Maggione, had been flirting with him all afternoon and he was planning on going back to the lab that evening and fucking the daylights out of her. She was a cock teaser, but also, as he had found out, a cock pleaser. He loved her hard little titties, so unlike Laura’s big, floppy boobs. And her firm, round ass that was so nice to grab hold of when she rode his cock. His wife’s ass, he now thought, was too large and soft. And Gina’s pussy got so wet.He wondered if she would like to have him lick her, and how she would taste. Like his son, Tom had a hardon for dinner. He finally broke the silence to announce that a rush job had come into the lab and he was going to have to go back to supervise the analyses of the samples. He explained that he might be quite late getting back and for Laura not to wait up for him. Laura was disappointed at having the prospects of an evening with her husband vanish. This feeling was followed by frustration at the thought of having to go to bed alone and then by anger. Instead of staying home and fucking her, Tom was going to be spending the evening with Gina. He is going to be analyzing the sample in her panties and I’m going to be sitting here alone with my pussy drooling for attention, she thought. Thank God for vibrators. After Tom left, Laura and Randy retired early to their rooms. Randy wanted to look at his porn collection and jerk off thinking about sucking on his mother’s tits and fucking her hot, wet cunt again. Laura, wanted to take a long hot bath and masturbate. As she lay on her bed wearing a shorty nightgown which hung down to only a few inches below her crotch, Laura reached out to take her vibrator from the drawer in the nightstand. She was thinking about Ed Brewster pumping in and out of her cunt, how good it had felt, and how frustrated she was that their bout had been interrupted before either of them had gotten off. Then, as she fished the vibrator out of the drawer, she dropped it. Oh, damn, she thought and got up to pick it up from the floor. But as she stepped off the bed she accidentally kicked it so that it rolled under the bed — way under. “Goddamn it to Hell,” she muttered as she got down on her hands and knees to reach under the bed for it. Randy, meanwhile, had stopped stroking his dick and decided that this was an opportunity to show his mother how hard he got thinking about her and maybe she would get him off again. He walked down the hall to his parents’ room and immediately gave up any idea of asking for her help. His mother was on her hands and knees, head down to the floor peering under the bed. With her back to the door, Laura had no idea that her son was standing looking at her raised up ass and perfectly displayed crotch with the hairy cunt lips parted to show the pink inner lips. A perfect porno picture that matched anything in Randy’s mags. With his cock sticking out of his pajamas, Randy moved up close behind his unsuspecting mother. Geez, he thought, I can screw her the same way Mr. Brewster was doing this afternoon. The first that Laura knew anyone was in the room with her was when she felt two arms reach around he to grab her tits at the same time as something long, hard, and warm was pressed into the crack of her ass. Her first thought that Tom had come home earlier than expected was quickly changed as she heard her son’s voice moaning something about “how good it feels.” “Randy,” she shouted, “Stop this at once. Stop it do you hear me!” But Randy was in rut and paid no attention. As he cupped and hefted his mother’s tits he could feel her nippples getting stiff. I knew she would like me to do this, he thought, and looked down to where his cock was pressed into the crack of his mother’s ass like a hot dog in a bun. Then he began to slide his cock up and down along the length of her crack trying to get it into her cunt. “Oh, Mom,” he panted in Laura’s ear, “let me fuck you. Please! Let me put my cock into you this way, like I saw Mr. Brewster doing.” Laura tried to throw her son off. My God, she thought, he’s going to rape me. But Randy interpreted Layra’s stiffening nipples correctly, she did like the feel of that hard cock sliding up and down along her crack. She wanted to feel it sliding in and out of her twat Maybe I should just go ahead and let him have a fuck, she thought. But before she could decide whether she should let this incest go on, her wriggling combined with Randy’s humping brought on Randy’s climax. He shot his load and his mother felt the jism splat along her back and on her ass. “Oh, Mom, that felt so good, but I really wanted to do it in your pussy.” “Goddamn it, Randy,” his irate, and frustrated, mother shouted, “I told you to stop. Now get a Kleenex and wipe that stuff of yours off my back before it gets all over.” Randy stood up, his prick now drooping, and did as she ordered. ***** While Randy Thomas was looking at his mother’s ass, his father, Tom, was looking at the cleavage between Gina Maggione’s tits. Gina was leaning over toward him to show him the results of the analyses she had just finished. She had also left her lab coat open and had unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse to make sure that her boss saw more than just the numbers in her notebook. Tom hastily checked her figures and then quite openly began to check her figure. He reached out and cupped one boob, then unbuttoned the rest of her blouse. Gina shrugged off the lab coat and blouse to reveal her tits cupped in a lacey green bre. Her nipples and large, dark areolas were plainly visible through the thin material. Tom mauled those delightful melons and was pleased to feel Gina’s nipples stiffen. “Don’t you have a a specimen you want to put in my special oven,“ Gina asked. She dropped one hand to her lower belly and rubbed it around over her pussy mound to make it clear what oven she meant. Tom didn’t need the hint, but was glad to watch her lewd performance. He unzipped his fly and took out his cock, which stood up quite stiff. “I think this needs softening,” he said, “but not in a dry heat.” “Well, my oven is very moist,” Gina replied, and turned to lean forward over Tom’s desk. She flipped her skirt up over her ass to reveal a pair of green panties pulled tight up across a luscious full derriere. Tom lost no time in dropping his pants and shorts, but to Gina’s surprise he didn’t approach her from behind. Instead, he asked her to lie on the desk so that, as he put it, “I can watch your tits jiggle while I pump my prick in and out of your cunt.” Gina cleared off space on the dek top and lay down with her ass at the very edge. Tom shuffled over, pants and shorts around his ankles, and stood between her legs. Gina reached on hand down to her pussy and pulled the crotch of her panties aside and raised her legs to rest them on Tom’s shoulders. He moved forward and slid head of his prick between the outer lips of her cunt. As he rubbed the head of his cock up and down along Gina’s slit, she squeezed her tits and asked, “Are you going to fuck me or just jerk off on my cuntlips?” In answer, Tom positioned his cock at the entrance to her vagina and then pushed his seven inch boner into her hot, wet hole. Gina humped up to get as muck cock in her hole as possible and closed her eyes. She preferred thinking about what she would do with the overtime pay she was getting for the evening’s work to seeing Tom Thomas’s face getting red der and redder with effort as he fucked her. Besides, it made him think he was really getting her off and that made him cum sooner. Her mental picture of that neat blouse and skirt outfit suddenly vanished as she felt Tom straighten up and pull out of her completely. “Hey, what’s wrong,” she asked as she opened her eyes. Tom didn’t answer her, but didn’t need to. Gina was appalled to see the lab’s Business Manager, Edna Bradly, standing with a hand on Tom’s shoulder. Gina noticed that Tom’s cock had shrunk and pulled back into his belly. What in God’s name was Bradly doing in the lab at nine in the evening she wondered. Tom wondered the same thing but wasn’t about to ask. Edna was a woman of close to 60, with a large and imposing manner and figure. She stood behind Tom, glared down at Gina, and had a nasty look of satisfaction on her face as she told them, “I wondered why the overtime in the lab for Ms. Maggione suddenly went up and why Dr. Thomas was requesting it. Now I know. I suggest that you pull your pants up, both of you, and see me in my office immediately.” With that she turned and left. Wordlessly, the two rearranged their clothing, walked down the hall to Edna Bradly’s office, and knocked on the door. When they entered her office, Mrs. Bradly was seated behind her desk taking something out of the printer on the table alongside. She held the sheet of paper out to them and said, abruptly, “All right you two, sign this description of what just happened. I’ll keep it in my personal “personnel file” for my protection. It won’t go to your parents, Ms. Maggione, or to your wife, Dr. Thomas, or to anyone else as long as you behave yourselves in the future. Understand?” Gina and Tom didn’t understand at all, but nodded in agreement anyway. What did Mrs. Bradly mean. More important, what was she going to do? What she did was to stand up and walk over to a settee behind a coffee table at the side of her office. Sitting in the middle of the settee, she looked at the guilty pair and shocked them by saying, “OK, now I want you, Dr. Thomas, to go over to that chair and sit down and keep quiet. Now, Gina, take your clothes off.” Gina blushed, but before she could protest, Edna Bradly told her to hurry up and get naked. As Gina took off her blouse and skirt and stood there in just bra and panties, Edna looked over at Tom Thomas and said, “If the view excites you, Dr. Thomas, you may take your prick out and jerk off. Be assured that it is the only way you’ll get relief for a hardon here tonight.” Tom was stunned. He couldn’t fathom what was going on here, but looking at the partially nude Gina and remembering the feel of her cunt before Edna had interrupted their fuck session was getting him stiff again. Still, he wasn’t going to uncover his boner in front of Mrs. Bradly. Meanwhile, Gina took off her bra and dropped her panties. Edna Bradly told her to come stand in front of her, between the settee and the coffee table. When Gina complied, Edna further shocked her audience by pulling up her skirt and resting her feet on the table with Gina standing between her legs. The same thought struck both Tom and Gina - My God, she isn’t wearing panties. Mrs. Bradly isn’t wearing panties and she’s showing us her snatch. “Gina, dear, I’m sure that you are very good at sucking cocks. Now kneel down between my legs and show me how good a cunt lapper you are. Go ahead, lick my cunt until I tell you to stop. Do you understand?” Gina understood only that somehow or other she had gone from renting her pussy to Tom Thomas for extra overtime, to being raped by Mrs. Bradly. Or was it sexual assault? Harassment? She didn’t know, but it didn’t make any difference. She was going to be Edna Bradly’s cunt lapper if she knew what was good for her. And she did know, so she obediently knelt down between Edna’s thighs and pushed her face into Edna’s crotch. Reaching up, she spread Edna’s dark brown outer cunt lips and saw that the woman was already moist. Gina didn’t know how long Mrs. Bradly had been watching Tom Thomas fucking her, but it was long enough to get her hot and bothered. The musky smell of female arousal was strong and Gina drew back and inhaled deeply before leaning forward again and running her tongue up and down between those fat, hairy cunt lips. Edna slid her ass over the edge of the settee to make her crotch even more accessible to Gina. Her right hand reached out to hold Gina’s head while her left massaged and squeezed her left tit through her blouse and bra. She sighed contentedly and and looked over at Tom Thomas. “My, she’s really a prime little piece of meat, isn’t she, Dr. Thomas? You must have a good view of her ass from over there. Tell me, does it get you hot watching her stick her tongue into my twat. I imagine that you would really like to come over and push that hard cock into her cunt and fuck her while she services me, wouldn’t you? Or would you prefer to stick it up her ass? Well, dream on. You aren’t getting any pussy here tonight. I’m being generous to let you watch and jerk off if you want to.” While Edna was saying this to Tom, Gina was busy licking along the hairy cunt, running her tongue from Edna’s asshole, over the vaginal opening, and up to the stubby little clit. She nuzzled her face into Edna’s crotch, smearing her saliva and Edna’s cunt juice around her mouth, then started to suck on that sensitive little knob. “You do that very well, my dear,” Edna told her between little gasps of pleasure. “Now stop for a moment and go over and give Dr. Thomas a sloppy French kiss. Give him a secondhand taste my pussy.” By this time, Tom did have his cock out and was stroking it while watching the lesbian action Edna and Gina were indulging in. He wasn’t really sure how much Gina was enjoying it. That didn’t matter though, he certainly was getting off seeing her tongue-fuck their very proper Business Manager. Gina, following Mrs. Bradly’s command, came over and rubbed her wet mouth on his face and stuck her tongue deep into his mouth. Tom pushed his stiff cock up agains the girl’s stomach as her tongue wiggled in his mouth. He was about to fill her belly button with cum when Mrs. Bradly called out, “That is quite enough Ms. Maggione, don’t let him ejaculate. He doesn’t deserve to get any relief just yet.” Gina pulled away from Tom and he was left with his cock waving in the air and a taste of secondhand pussy oil in his mouth. “Now Gina, come back over here to me and finish licking. And take your hand away from your pussy - you’re no better than Dr. Thomas - neither one of you has my permission to cum yet.” Edna Bradly was not about to let anyone get their jollies before she had hers. ***** Back at the Thomas residence, Randy had just finished wiping his cum up from his mother’s back and ass when the phone on the night table rang. Muttering some unlady-like phrases, Laura turned away from her son to pick up the receiver. “Hello, Laura? This is Ed. 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