Copyright © 1997, Baron Darkside. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com. (1) Disclaimer One: This Is A Work Of Fiction; It Is Not True! While Some Characters Who Appear In This Story May Be Under The Age Of Eighteen, They Are Not Abused And No Abuse Is Intended Or Implied (If You Disagree With My Definition Of Abuse, I'm Sorry). (2) Disclaimer Two: If You Are Underage (Under The Age Of Eighteen (18)), Or In Locations That By Law, Preclude You From Reading Sexual Material, You Should Stop Reading This Material Now!! (3) Disclaimer Three: If You Are, Now Or Have Ever Been, Offended By Sex, Incest Or Any Other Subject Of A Sexual Nature, Please Avoid This Story. (I Would Also Suggest You Seek The Services Of A Psychologist. (4) Disclaimer Four: This Is For Adults, And Contains Adult Oriented Material. If You Are Not An Adult, Either Chronologically, Mentally Or Sexually, Please Do Not Read Any Further Or You Will Be Offended (Probably). (5) Disclaimer Five: The Author Of This Story Wishes To Remain Anonymous, However I Retain All Copy Rights. INCESTUOUS FANTASIES OF MOTHERS AND SONS Fantasy Number 60 (A HAWAIIAN TRAGEDY) A Tale of Incest by Incestual Dreamer, a Baron of the DarkSide Susan did not feel well. Standing behind the counter of the 'BeachShack' or Shack as they called it, she watched the last of the tourist board "Susan's Delight'. As the boat backed out into the harbor, she knew there would be little to do until they got back in four hours. "Tina, I think I'm going to run home," she said, turning to the tall, bronzed girl standing behind the counter with her. "Do you think that you guys can handle it without me for the rest of the day?" "Oh, Sure, Boss," the girl grinned, "it is pretty light today, so it won't be a problem at all. Go on home and relax." "I think I will," she grinned weakly, "I just feel a little down in the dumps lately and I don't know why." "Get on out of here then," the girl told her pushing her out from behind the counter. "Do you need a ride?" "Naw, I'll just take my bike home," she said, walking outside. Getting on her bike, she knew why she was feeling down, but didn't want anyone else to know. It had been two years ago today that her husband, Mike had been killed out in the harbor. He and a client had gone out in the morning for some scuba diving. When the appointed time for their return came and went, she and the rest of the 'M and S Water Fun' staff had gone out looking for them. They found their empty boat floating in the area where they had gone diving, but nothing else. It had taken the Sheriff's Rescue Posse to find the bodies. It looked like the client had panicked and pulled them both down in a deep hole where they died. Her eyes still got misty every time she thought about it. Ironically, she had used most of the money from his insurance to buy the house he had always wanted. In a crazy way, she figured that it was his money and he would have wanted her to do it. At least his son, Mike, Jr., , would get to enjoy the big house sitting out on the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean Mike had loved so much. Even after the accident, she still ran their snorkeling and scuba diving business that she and her husband had nursed along to its present state. She had a very comfortable living from its proceeds and just worked to occupy her time. She knew that if she sat around the house thinking about Mike, she would go stir crazy. Their son, Mike, Jr., , worked at the shop occasionally, but she was terrified every time he went scuba diving. In fact, she wouldn't let him go out unless there was another experienced member of the staff along and then not in a group of less than five. She felt that he would be safer this way. Of course, he thought it was foolish, but it didn't sway her and she made him abide by her rules. The ride home made her feel a little better, she thought as she pushed her bike into the little bike garage Mike had built for her bike. Closing the garage door, she saw that it was already two o'clock. Mikey, as she called Mike, Jr., would be home in a couple of hours. She would have time to take a quick nap before he got home. Then she would fix them supper and they could sit and talk for a while like they did every night. Stopping by the kitchen, she had a glass of wine and went upstairs. Standing in front of her mirror, she striped off her bikini. It seemed as if she never wore anything but a bikini, she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror. She spent most of her time down at the Shack and bikinis were the standard fare of dress. Her figure definitely didn't chase away any business, she thought. Not bad for thirty-nine. She still maintained her 40-26-34 inch figure by swimming and biking. It still turned many a head down at the Shack. Of course her long, billowing blond hair didn't hurt either. Too bad, she still didn't feel inclined to use her body to attract another man. It was still too soon after her husband's death to be looking. Besides, there wasn't another man on earth that could fill his shoes in her opinion. Closing her door, she strolled over to her bed and lay down. Within moments, she was asleep. Susan was awakened by the front door slamming shut. Looking down at her watch, she saw that it was four o'clock. It must by Mikey getting home from school. He was a senior at Hannaliki High School and would be graduating in a couple of months. She couldn't believe that he was already eighteen years old. And she really had difficulty comprehending the fact that she was thirty-nine. Where did the time go, she asked herself, getting up and walking over to the window looking out over the pool. They had no neighbors and so the pool area was their refuge. No one could see them and they could see no one. She knew that Mikey always took a swim when he got home as she waited for him to appear. Sure enough, she heard the sliding door below her window slide open and her son came striding out into the bright sunlight. She felt her heart jump as she watched him stroll across the patio. How could any man be so perfect? He was the twin of his father when his father had been that age. Tall, wide-shouldered, tan skin, tiny waist, hard defined belly and legs that were muscular and powerful. He was a bronzed Adonis, she thought as he stopped at the edge of the pool. He was the mirror image of his father, even down to his mannerisms. She still hadn't put any clothes on so she ducked back to where he couldn't see her as she watched him. Luckily she had done so, because he turned and looked at the house. She wanted to watch him act natural and she knew if he saw her he would show off and do something weird. Then suddenly, he bent down and jerked off his trunks. My goodness, she thought, he is going to swim in the nude. Oh, My, what should she do now? As she was contemplating what to do, he cleanly dove in the pool and slowly breast-stroked his way down to the opposite end. God, he was beautiful, she thought as she watched him swim. Just like his Dad. The strong muscles across his back easily pulling him down the pool and the powerful muscles in his buttocks and legs pushing him through the water. She was almost convinced into believing that her husband had risen from the dead to come back and haunt her with his masculinity. Then her stomach did a somersault as he smoothly turned over onto his back and came back-stroking toward her. She couldn't stop herself, and her eyes moved down immediately. Down over the washboard hardness of his belly to his flopping, floundering penis that grew out of the hairy tangle at the pit of his stomach. She gasped as she felt herself recalling her husband's beautiful penis. She was now looking at its twin as she gaped at her son's manhood while he swam up the pool. Spellbound by the scene unraveling before her eyes, she couldn't take her eyes off him. Then as he approached the end of the pool, he flipped over on his belly and with one quick lunge, hoisted himself up and out of the pool. "Oh, My, God," she whimpered as she stared at him standing naked no more than ten yards from her, "he is gorgeous." He bent down and swept up a towel and began to dry himself. As he did, his thick, dangling cock wiggled and danced in front of her eyes. Fighting as hard as she could, she still couldn't tear her eyes away from his wondrous cock as it bounded and flopped about wildly. Her breath was now coming in gasps as she watched him stroll over to the chaise lounge. Once there, he flopped down and leaned back. He now lay almost directly below her, stretched out in all of his glory. Adonis, was the only word she could think to describe him. Then, she almost choked as she saw him reach down and grasp his penis. Slowly, he began to stroke it. "Oh, No," she muttered, "this can't be happening." But it was and she couldn't stop watching him. His hand slowly increased its tempo as he masturbated himself down below her. She couldn't take her eyes off his cock as it gradually grew in size and rigidity until it jutted out at least eight or nine inches long. From deep in her memory banks, she recalled that her dead husband's, his father's cock was the mirror image of the one she was now staring at down below her. It was beautiful, she thought, admiring the great, purple headed sculpture as he hand slid up and down it lazily. Then, as he continued to stroke himself, she felt a faint stirring down deep inside her. The warm glow of an awakening passion slowly spread out through her womanhood. "Oh, Fuck, No," she panted, "I can't be attracted to my own son, for God's sake." Hypnotized by the spectacle unfolding before her eyes, she could see the muscles in his legs begin to tighten. "Oh, No," she groaned, "he can't. He can't cum." Almost in admonition to her denial, he began to stroke himself faster and faster. Then suddenly, his giant cock began to spurt out large streams of thick pearl-colored cum into the air. As he came, she could almost imagine hearing him groan. As he came, his fist tightened around his penis, squeezing it mercilessly. Unconsciously, her hand flew down to her tingling womanhood. Raking her finger across her jutting clitoris, she groaned as she watched the spouts of semen fly out of the enormous purple head of his prick. She couldn't believe how much of it spewed out of him before his cock finally began to shrivel and shrink in his hand. Stunned, she stood in front of the window, slowly teasing her swollen clitoris. Then, she watched him pull the towel over his drained masculinity, removing its evil influence. Staggering back away from the window, she fell back onto her bed. Why did this have to happen to her, she wanted to know. She hadn't had a man since Mike died. She had never met one that she thought could match his standard. All those days of frustration and repression now came bubbling to the surface. There was another man who was the equal of Mike. But he was a forbidden seed. One man in the world who could measure up to her Mike, and she couldn't have him. Some justice this was, she groaned. Being teased and flaunted her with a temptation that she knew she must never yield to, no matter how bad the craving became was pure hell. After a few minutes, she heard the sliding glass door open and close. She knew that Mike must have come back inside the house. Strangely, only minutes before, he had been Mikey, but now she couldn't bring herself to call him Mikey. He had matured so much in the last several minutes, he was now MIke. She didn't move as she lay listening for his footsteps on the stairs. Then she heard him softly treading up the stairs. Listening intently, she heard him walk down to his room and go inside. Moments later, she heard him turn his shower as she pictured him in his shower. She could almost see the water flowing down over his muscular chest, over his rock hard stomach and finally pouring off the end of his dangling manhood. The image sent a shiver through her body and she blatantly rubbed the protruding button of her clitoris. "Lord, why have you done this to me," she asked, jerking her hand away from her throbbing clit. Afraid to face her son now, she jumped out of bed and quickly tugged on her bikini again. Stumbling down the stairs, she rushed into the garage and tugged her bike out of its hiding place. Hopping on it, she pedaled furiously back down to the Shack. Arriving out of breath, she jumped off her bike and leaned it up against the side of the Shack. "Wow, what got into you?" Tina asked stepping outside as she saw Susan standing by her bike trying to catch her breath, "you were pedaling like the devil was chasing you." "Maybe he was," she said under her breath. "Are you okay?" Tina asked again. "Sure," Helen laughed halfheartedly, "just seeing how fast I could make it back here." "I thought you weren't coming back," "Got bored," she yawned, her heart still beating a mile a minute and not all from the ride. Helen stayed and helped to send the last of the tourists on their way. Then the rest of the staff left. Still, she hung around until the sun sat out over the Pacific Ocean. Finally, barely able to see in the dim light, she slowly pedaled back to the house. Parking her bike, she quietly sneaked in through the kitchen. As she flipped the light on, she saw a note on the table. It stated that Mike had gone to visit a friend and wouldn't be home until late. Thankful for the temporary reprieve, she made herself a sandwich, ate it and went to bed. She didn't sleep well. She kept having dreams about her two Mikes. In the dreams, she had trouble keeping them apart and most of the time they melded together and became one in her mind. Then, just before dawn, she had a dream that almost made her hysterical. In the dream, she was watching her son standing on the beach when his father came walking out of the ocean and approached him. The two men embraced and then to her horror, they became one man with two heads. The two headed monster, with the heads of her son and husband came after her. She tried to run, but they were too strong and caught her before she could take more than a few steps. As they caught her, they tore off her bikini with one powerful swipe of a hand. Then suddenly, the two headed creature was naked, too. Before she could stop it, they had thrown her to the ground and were on top of her. Suddenly, she felt a fiery pain shoot out from her vagina as she felt their huge male prong tear into her. "OH, GOD, NO," she screamed, fighting and tearing at their chest. But it was useless to fight as the fiendish creature pounded his huge male organ into her over and over again. Then the pain became pleasure and she wrapped her arms around her two-headed lover. Staring up into the faces of the two men she most loved in her life, she kissed one and then the other again and again. "Oh, yes, Mikey, oh, yes, Mike," she mumbled between kisses, "Yes, make me feel good." "Mother, Mother," she heard someone calling from the distance. Who could it be calling her, her son and his father were making love to her. Who could it be, she complained, wanting them to go away so she could make love to her lovers. "Mother, are you okay?" "What? Who? What do you want?" She grumbled as she felt someone shaking her. "Mom, it's me, Mike, are you okay?" Then she realized it had all been a horrendous dream as she slowly opened her eyes. Mike was sitting on the edge of the bed looking down at her with fright in his eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked her again, "You were yelling and screaming all kinds of weird stuff." "I'm okay," she whined, "I was just having a bad dream." "I heard you call out my name," he said. "Was I hurting you?" "No, no, I don't know," she lied, "I can't remember." "Are you okay, then?" "Yes, I am fine," she lied. "Go on back to bed." "Okay, if you are sure," he said. "Thanks for checking on me," she smiled up at him, "you're a doll." "Aw, Mom," he blushed, getting up and walking to the door. "Holler if you need me," he told her, standing in the door looking back at her, "Okay?" "Sure," she nodded. A sudden wave of disgust filled her heart as she found her eyes wandering down over his bare chest to the evident bulge in his shorts. God, what was she doing, she thought as she felt the fiery passion deep inside her womanhood reawaken once again. She spent the next two days doing her best to avoid her son. She left for work before he awoke and came home late. But even as she did, the ache in her heart and her womanhood only grew worse. Damn, I was feeling down in the dumps before all of this happened, but now, I feel miserable all the time. I don't know what to do. What could she do to kill the growing pain in her gut? She had masturbated three times, but instead of helping things, she found herself fantasizing that it was her son who was touching her. She thought she was slowly, but surely going insane as she found herself obsessed with the image of her naked son. She just couldn't get the image of his beautiful body out of her head. The next day, she rose early and rushed off to work again. She worked late, but still couldn't stop thinking about her son. Then, as she pedaled her bike home, she saw that there was a building storm out over the ocean. Riding along, she saw that it was slowly moving toward the coast, gathering strength as it came. Parking her bike, she headed up the stairs to her room. Throwing open the window, she sat watching the storm gain intensity out over the ocean. Lightning flashed and sparkled from the phosphorescent clouds giving them a distinctively evil and foreboding look as they crept toward the island. But, even the impressive storm couldn't displace the wicked thoughts that were flooding her head with evil. The ache between her legs was becoming unbearable. Turning out her light, she quickly peeled off her bathing suit. She could feel the comforting heaviness of her big breasts gently bounding up and down as she slipped into her shower. Turning on the water, she quickly lathered herself with soap as she tried to wash away the filthy feeling that was consuming her. But it only made things worse as her body quickly responded to the soft warmness of her hands. Again, she imagined her son running his hands over her body. She couldn't stop herself from fondling her big breasts that drooped down heavily. Her big nipples were so sensitive, she could barely touch them. Her hands felt so soft and warm as she ran them down over her stomach to the forest of kinky hairs at the base of her stomach. Rubbing herself, she suddenly found her clitoris, hard and ripe, sticking out seeking attention. Ignoring her clitoris, she ran her soapy, hot hands around behind her and cupped the cheeks of her firm ass, squeezing and massaging their spring hardness. "Oh, My Fucking Lord," she moaned as she ran her hands down over her long, shapely legs. At last, she reached down and turned off the water. The shower hadn't helped at all. It had only made things worse, she complained as she stole out of the shower. Angrily striding across the darkened room, she jerked open a dresser drawer and pulled out a thin, almost transparent night gown. Raising it over her head, she let to fall down over her body, seductively caressing it with its diaphanous softness. Standing by her bed, she looked out the door and saw the full moon shining in through a window bathing her room in its milky brightness. Turning her head, she saw the gathering storm with its thunder and lightning coming at them from the other direction. Paradoxically, she felt the same way. Outwardly she presented herself as calm and collected, but inside her another storm brewed. Just as the storm outside was ominously approaching, she knew that the storm inside her wouldn't quit until it had unleashed its fury on her or she found a way to quell its furor. Lying down, she listened to the faint rumblings of thunder grow stronger and louder. Just as the fiery ache inside her vagina grew more and more insistent. At last, she couldn't take it any longer. Rolling out of bed, she slowly stole out into the hall and made her way down to her son's room. She knew that what she was contemplating was terrible, but she didn't see any other way to stop the gnawing pain in her womanhood. Seeing that his door was open, she stopped and peeked inside. The moonlight was streaming across his bed and she could easily see that he was sleeping in the nude. A shudder tore through her body as her eyes found his thick, reposing cock lying on his belly. It was even prettier than she remembered it, she thought. Slowly, she cautiously stepped out into the doorway. Just as she did, a clap of thunder popped perilously close to the house, shaking and rattling windows. "Huh," she heard Mike grunt as the thunder boomed, "what th?" She stopped, realizing that the thunder had woken him. Her shadow now fell across him and she knew that her body must be outlined by the bright glow of moonlight behind her. "Mother, is that you?" She heard him ask softly. "Yes," she said, slowly gliding over to his bed. "There's a storm coming," she murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Uh-huh, I heard the thunder," he mumbled sleepily, "sounds like it will be here pretty soon." "I think so," she murmured, staring down into his upturned face. "Is something wrong?" He asked her. She didn't answer him, but glanced down to his obviously exposed manhood. "Oh, God, Mother, I'm sorry," he sputtered, reaching down and grabbing the covers to cover himself. "No, that's okay," she whimpered softly, reaching out and pinning his hand down, stopping him from covering himself. "But, Mother, what...?" "That is why I came in here," she said, slowly letting go of his hand. "What do you mean?" He groaned, but made no further effort to cover himself. "I need you," she crooned. "What do you need me for?" He foolishly asked. "Make love to me with this," she said, gently wrapping her hand around his dormant maleness. "OH, GOD, MOTHER," he croaked, barely able to talk. "I have a fire inside me that won't go away," she went on, lovingly fondling his rapidly growing manhood, "and this is the only thing in the world that might be able ease the pain." He was speechless, but his penis was responding to the obvious by ballooning out furiously. "I saw you jacking off the other afternoon," she mumbled, releasing his penis and letting it flop back down onto his stomach, "and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you and your beautiful penis since then." "I'm sorry," he gurgled, tears filling his eyes, "I didn't know you were watching." "I'm sorry, too," she said softly, rising to her feet, "now we have to suffer the consequences of your carelessness." "But, Mommy, I didn't know," he blubbered childishly. "What's done is done," she said, reaching down and hurriedly lifting her gossamer gown over her head and dropping it to the floor. "Oh, Mother," he gasped as she stood before him naked. "I've been thinking about this," she complained feebly, "and little else for three days." "I'm so sorry, Mommy," he apologized as she lay down beside him. "The time for sorrow is gone," she groaned, reaching over and wrapping her hand around his pulsating cock, "now is the time for joy." As she gently stroked his hardness, her mouth found his. Their lips touched softly for a moment then smashed together with the force of an atom bomb. Her tongue knifed inside her son's mouth a moment before they began devouring the other's face. They were like two starved inmates turned loose at a feast. They kissed and kissed. Their lips covered every inch of the other's face as they were consumed by the passion that was burning out of control inside them. Finally their lips parted as they gasped for breath. As they stared deeply into each other's eyes, the bright moonshine that filled the room slowly waned. "Oh, My Baby, I need you so badly," she groaned, "please take me now." Freeing his rock-hard cock, she quickly spread her long, shapely legs apart as wide as she could for him. Waiting impatiently, she watched as he struggled up to his hands and knees. She was shivering from excitement as he lurched up between her outstretched legs. "Oh, FUCK," he blathered out as she grabbed hold of his bouncing, weaving penis. She roughly bent his rigid mancock down, aiming the flushed overgrown head of his prick down at the drooling wound of wet flesh between her legs. "Oh, it's so hard and so big," she slavered, quickly guiding his unbending masculinity down to her weeping womanhood. "OH, Fuck, YES," she cried out as she felt the great swollen cockhead pierce the opening of her vagina. "SO FUCKING HOT, MOMMY," he babbled as he pushed his cock into her waiting cunt. "FUUUUKKKKKkkkkkkkkkkkk," she gushed as she felt him force his long, thick prick down into her. The passion welling up from her soul was too great to control and even as he was still threading his great tool into her, she began to shake and shiver through an orgasm. Oh, God, she thought, I having an orgasm and he's not even all the way inside me. As she was possessed by the monstrous incineration of her heart-stopping orgasm, the brilliant light from a blinding flash of lightning filled the room. Almost immediately it was followed by a house shaking peal of thunder. Oh, fuck, the gods aren't pleased, she thought as the waves of pleasure and delight washed over her. As her body convulsed with excitement, her pussy clenched down around her son's cock, milking and squeezing it roughly, pulling it even deeper into the inferno burning out of control inside her cunt. As her climax built to a crescendo, she felt her son's belly grind down against her belly. It was just like she remembered it was with her husband. Her son was a perfect match, she thought insanely as he continued to grind his pelvis into her, burying his cock into her as deeply as he could. The raging pain that had filled her was now banked down to a fiery ache, but it threatened to rekindle itself. "Fuck me, Baby, fuck Mommy, hard," she grimaced, digging her long, sharp fingernails into her son's back. Jerking his hips back, he immediately began to saw his gigantic prick in and out of her salivating cunt. "Yes, Baby, yes, Baby, That's it," she drooled, raising her legs up and digging her heels into his rebounding ass. Outside the storm broke, sending a torrent of rain crashing down on the house and filling the air with its fury. Still as furious as the storm outside was, it couldn't match the one that raged on inside the room. Like two wild animals struggling for supremacy, they fucked. Neither of them could get enough of the other as they grappled and fought to bring pleasure to the other. She couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to be fucked so passionately once again. Clawing and digging at him, she urged him on and he responded by pounding his cock into her harder and harder. The ferocity of their incestuous coupling was threatening to suck the sanity from their souls. Neither of them had ever experienced such passion. Obscene sounds that should never have been made by a mother and son filled their ears as their bodies slapped together again and again. Expletives neither of them would have thought of saying in the other's presence only minutes earlier now came spewing out of their mouths. Suddenly, without warning another orgasm took over her body and she became as stiff as a board. With every muscle in her body locked down, she was transported to the highest peaks of pleasure but her son didn't miss a beat as he continued fuck her furiously. After several moments, as she floated down from the heights of pleasure, she realized that her son had the virility and staying power of a fucking goat. He had been fucking her for at least thirty minutes and was still going strong. There weren't many men who could do that, she thought proudly as she wrapped herself around him once again. Now after her second release, the raging fire had been stoked down to a warm glow. Not only that, the way her son was ravishing her, IT would just be a painful memory before the night ended. The storm outside seethed on as she felt her son back down a gear. Like a trucker down shifting on a long, dangerous mountain road, he was saving his strength for the finish. But he still didn't miss a beat as he kept on fucking her. His hips, acting like giant untiring pistons, rocked back and forth ceaselessly pounding his granite penis in and out of her battered cunt. Moving with the constant motion of his body, she lovingly caressed him with her hands and legs, goading him to keep going. Sweat was pouring off them, coating their bodies as they fucked. She had never felt anything like it as he kept driving his cock into her. Then as the house rattled and shook from another great blast of thunder, she felt a quickening in his assault. His hips began to fly back and forth faster and faster as he wildly fucked her. The blows on her pussy were coming so fast and furious, she found it difficult to breathe. "AAWWWWWSSSSHHHEEEEIIIIIttttttttttttttt," he finally bellowed out as his hips slashed forward, burying his cock into her as deeply as humanly possible. The force of the great spume of semen that erupted from his cock felt like a kick in the stomach to her as she felt herself catapulted off into another orgasm. It was unbelievable. Never had she been thrust to such delightful heights. If heaven was like this, she knew why everyone wanted to go there. Higher and higher she flew as her son's gigantic cock spewed out more and more of its rich, thick boycum into her. Soon, her pussy was filled to overflowing and his cum began to leak out around the pumping barrel of his cock. Still his monstrous cock spewed out its disastrous load into her until after what seemed like hours, the contractions of his penis diminished and finally stopped. "Oh, My lovely, Baby," she crooned, covering his face with tiny butterfly kisses, "it was wonderful." "Oh, Yes, can't believe it happened," he groaned tiredly. Neither of the them moved as they lay listening to the roaring storm outside. At last, after several minutes, his shrunken prick slowly slithered out of his mother's battered and abused pussy. "Oh, Baby, wish it was still big," she whined selfishly, "it felt so good inside of me." "Be back in a minute," he grunted tiredly, rolling out of the bed and heading for his bathroom, "don't leave me." "I won't," she crooned happily as she inhaled the fragrance of the rain in the air. She didn't remember the last time she had been so happy. But, there was something out of place. Something wrong. She was supposed to feel guilty for what she had done with her son. Strangely, she felt no remorse at all. Why should she? Mikey, hey, she could call him Mikey again, she thought joyfully. Anyway, Mikey didn't seem too torn up about it either. Maybe they could make it work. No one else had to know, did they? It would be their secret. As long as they didn't hurt anyone else, what harm could it do? As long as she didn't get pregnant. But they could worry about that later. She found it wonderful to be in love again, no matter how wrong it was in society's eyes. She was in love. It sounded like the storm was letting up outside, she thought as she lay waiting for Mikey to come back to bed. Then she heard his bathroom door open and he slowly padded back over to the bed. "I'm back," he said, crawling onto the bed and snuggling up next to her. "Good," she said, "can we talk for a little bit?" "Sure, Mom," he told her, taking hold of her hand and pulling it down to his cock. "Oh, My goodness," she exclaimed, as she lovingly wrapped her hand around his rock-hard cock, "you're hard again, already." "Just thinking about us and what we did makes me hard," he explained, gently fondling her breast, teasing her hardening nipple. "I guess that sort of tells me what I wanted to ask you," she grinned into the darkness. "What do you mean?" "I just wondered if you thought what we did was bad and we shouldn't do it anymore?" "Why? I thought it was, was too much." "You mean that it wouldn't bother you for us to be permanent lovers?" "Huh. You mean live together like, like, uh, like husband and wife, kinda?" "Why, yes. That's not the way I would have put it, but that is exactly what I meant." "I would do it, if that's what you want." "No, I would want you to do it because YOU wanted to." "Of, course I would. Do you think I'm crazy? What boy wouldn't love to have his mother as his lover? I always wished I could make love to you, but I just never knew how to approach the subject. It's not something you bring up at the dinner table." "No, I could see where you wouldn't," she laughed out loud. Both of them laughed and the sound of their laughter seemed to defuse some of the tension in the air. "Then I guess that we are in agreement, then?" She whispered, squeezing his cock. "Yes," he whispered back. "Then with this ring," she said softly, leaning down over his resurgent cock, "I thee wed." Pursing her lips into a ring, she slowly sucked his big, hard cockhead into her mouth. "Oh, Yes, I do," he gasped as she began to lightly suck on him. After a few moments, she slowly lifted her head, letting his cock slither out of her mouth. "For better or for worse," she whispered, lowering her head and sucking him back into her mouth. "Oh, Fuck, Yes, uh, I mean, I do," he groaned. "For good times and for bad times," she panted, jerking her mouth up for a moment before sucking him back into her mouth again. "God, Yes," he bellowed. "Till death do us part," she grunted, driving her mouth down around his cock sucking all of it into her mouth and throat. "OH, FUCK, I DO," he screamed out as his cock exploded inside her mouth, "I do, I do, I do, I do..." The End of a Hawaiian Tragedy? -- Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! www.mrdouble.com Be There.....