Marty was a Tramp

Marty was a tramp. Actually she was a highly educated woman, with a PhD in English Literature. But she could not hold her liquor. She'd been out with the girls the night before, and had a bit too much to drink. Actually she'd gotten blind drunk and needed her close friend Anita to take her home. She remembers going to the club, having a margarita, and that was it. Marty had a low tolerance for booze and should have been smart enough to know when to stop. She was Irish and everyone in her family - especially her mother and father, were heavy drinkers. When she went to confession, pouring out her heart to Father Murphy, the confessional reeked of alcohol. Yeah, the good bishop was a drunk too.

She was an attractive woman, having been divorced for ten years, She had been married to a drunk who was abusive. Her husband was uneducated and had barely finished high school before he was arrested for a DUI. After four DUI's he did the world a favor and crashed into a telephone pole. It seemed everyone in her world was an alcoholic. She also had abdominal problems due to anxiety which made it necessary for her to dash to the bathroom unexpectedly. Certainly it was embarrassing; this is why her dates were usually one-nighters.

On this particular morning she was wandering around their ranch style home, trying to remember the events of the evening before. The house seemed unnaturally quiet. Of course! She realized everyone must have left for their monthly religious retreat. They wouldn't be back until Sunday night. They were strict Catholics, meaning they used the Bible as a paper-weight. These retreats were OK for renewing their faith, but didn't help anyone with their alcohol addiction issues.

Everyone was out except Ricky. When she passed his room, she noticed his door was open. Glancing inside, she saw her son lying on his bed covered only with a sheet. Ricky was 18 and was going into the Navy soon. He was an Andy Hardy kind of guy, with freckles and a winning grin. He was awake. He looked at her and smiled sheepishly.

"It's ten o'clock," Marty said. "Don't you think you ought to get out of bed?"

He stretched and yawned and mumbled something about feeling lazy. Marty blushed when she noticed the tenting of the sheet over the area of his crotch. The boy had a hard-on! Most likely, he had been playing with himself.

She knew she ought to leave, but his hard prick throbbing under the sheet so close to her attracted her like a magnet. She could almost smell it. She chatted with him for about five minutes about nothing. Suddenly it struck her that he was aware she had noticed his hard-on.

She imagined him naked. Her mind rebelled at the idea. Thinking about Ricky that way was incestuous! Probably a mortal sin. She couldn't help thinking about his cock, however, and the more she thought about it, the more aroused she became. She soon realized there was no way to avoid giving in to her impulses. Unless she had a few drinks, and she didn't want to drink in the morning.

I'm a sinful slut! she thought. I'm going straight to hell!!

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she glanced once again at the outline of his erect cock under the sheet and then looked him in the eye.

"Is that what I think it is?" she said.

He blushed. "I can't help it, Mom!" She was surprised to notice that his eyes weren't that innocent, but teenagers weren't innocent these days. He was doing what teenagers do.

"Is it me?" she asked. "Am I responsible for that?"

He mumbled something as she trailed her fingers down over his chest. After tickling his belly a moment, she put her hand directly on the contour of his cock. Fisting his cock shaft, she squeezed him once and let him go.

"Impressive ..." she said.

I can't help it! She thought. Ten years of one-nighters had taken its toll. She had reached a point in her life where she no longer wanted to fight her impulses. Life was too short. Especially the fucking part of it.

She knew that what she was about to do - what the church called a terrible sin, but she was long past worrying about the church. The only thing that mattered was the pulsing itch between her legs. Getting off the bed, she began undressing. "Promise me you'll keep this a secret," she said to him.

His face was flushed, but the gleam in his eyes told her what she wanted to know.

"I promise," he said.

She undressed slowly, teasing him - and herself - with a cheeky wiggle. When her bra came off, he was licking his lips, a sure sign he loved her tits. Her tits were heavy, and firm for a woman of 40.

She wondered how much experience he had. As she slipped her panties off, she leaned forward so that her full tits dangled from their weight. He had never seen her naked before. She had a broad curving belly, and a hairy motte.

"Not a word of this to anyone!" she hissed. "Don't forget. I'm your mother ..."

"I won't say anything," he croaked. "Don't worry!"

"You're not a virgin, are you?"

"No," he said.

She didn't know whether to be thankful about that. At least she wouldn't be totally responsible for corrupting him. On the other hand, has he ever been with a mature woman??? At her age, only forty, she had an insatiable hunger. She shivered as he gazed at her naked body. Climbing onto the bed, she pulled the sheet away from his body. She ran her fingertips over his abs and down to his groin.

Not wanting to wet the bed from her pussy's eagerness, she finally touched his prick. His cock was as rigid as a bar of iron. She ran her forefinger lightly along his cock shaft and touched his knob, dripping with precum.

"Do you want to kiss me? Or should I kiss your dickey?" she teased. She slipped onto the bed next to him.

She moaned under his lips. Being on the bed with him was terribly erotic for her. She hadn't slept with anyone his age. She'd had her fill of middle aged womanizers, men who cheated on their wives. She even went to bed with two guys at once. If you count everyone, Anita could be included too. But this was different - this was her son.

She squeezed his cock in her fingers. She could smell herself now. The humid scent of her wet pussy tickled her nostrils. Her pussy was flooded. She could feel the cunt juice trickling out of her hole, running down her inner thighs.

She began stroking his prick, moving her fingers from his balls up to his knob and back to his balls again.

"Jesus!" he groaned.

"Do you like that?" she cooed. "Do you like the way I touch your prick?"

"Christ, yes!" he said.

She realized now that the difference in their ages meant that she obviously had more experience and could teach him how to satisfy a woman. She didn't care if her shot his load or not; he'd be ready to go again in a few minutes. Satisfying a woman took hours, and she'd tell him about that. It wasn't like the movies where the woman lies there, her lover climbs over her, and in two minutes he's done. Fuck that! She was going to teach him about erogenous zones and foreplay. Moreover she'd teach him that most women are multi-orgasmic. Like her.

Moving down on the bed under the sheet, she began kissing his body. She ran her lips over his chest and then over his heaving stomach. He didn't have much body hair, so his skin was smooth. His cock throbbed in her hand. She ran her fingertips over his velvety knob. She pinched the tip of his cock head to get some juice out of his piss hole and then she smeared it around over his knob with her fingertip.

She cradled his cock in her hand. His thick shaft throbbed on her palm.

Moving her face closer now, she swirled her tongue over his piss slit.

"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned.

She thrilled at the pleasure she was giving him. She licked him again, running her tongue around over the rim of his knob and down his cock shaft to his balls. Smelling and tasting his flesh, she nibbled at the slippery foreskin of his prick.

She spit on it, rubbing the saliva around. She rubbed her lips up and down his cock shaft, massaging his throbbing prick. Holding his cock shaft lightly in her fingers, she gently pumped him, jerking him with a slow rhythm. His foreskin was like velvet.

She loved the way her saliva made his flesh so soft and slippery. Her heart pounded as she fondled and caressed his rampant cock. Moving her mouth up to his cock head again, she wrapped her lips over his knob and sucked. She was embarrassed at first at the slurping noises she made. Then she realized it added more flavor to sucking a cock. His ass was bare and prompted her to jam her middle finger, rotating, up his rectum.

"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!" he moaned.

Gobbling him now, she took his cock deep in her mouth, the ring of her lips moving down his cock shaft. She licked him like an ice cream, then sucked him like a popsicle. His cock head scraped against the roof of her mouth and then jabbed at the back of her throat. The spongy knob felt huge. Her mouth was stuffed with his cock. She loved it.

His ass worked against the bed as he squirmed under her face. She bobbed her head up and down, happily sucking on his flesh. She thrilled each time his cock head jabbed at her tonsils. His breathing was ragged now. She wondered if any of his girlfriends had ever sucked him off like this.

She was making up for all the years she'd been deprived of decent cock. God, he was big now! His cock seemed huge in her mouth. She used her fingers to squeeze him gently to keep him from coming too soon. She wanted to play with it, caress it, love it, and then when he couldn't take it any more, swallow his creamy load.

Her pussy was soaked with her dribbling, her body telling her she was ready. Her cunt throbbed and tingled with anticipation. Soon she would have his cock inside her. She'd let him pound her, riding high, rubbing against her clit. With any luck she'd come two or three times before he unloaded. This was all running through her mind.

Finally removing her lips from his cock, Marty looked up at him.

"Do you like the way I suck you?" she asked.

"Jesus, yes!" he hissed.

"Do you want some more?" She loved teasing him.

"Christ, yes!"

Now she lapped his cock shaft again, running the point of her tongue up and down his blue-veined pink prick. Her lips closed over his spongy cock head and she sucked vigorously at the tip of his cock.

He wiggled and squirmed, his hips thrusting as he attempted to fuck her face with his cock. She was taking her own pleasure now. She loved the feel of his warm cock filling her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down, she sucked on him hungrily.

When she finally pulled her mouth off his prick, she rolled over onto her back and cried out, "Now, do me! Stick it in me."

She was pulling out all the stops. She planned on letting him fuck her then she'd teach him how to lick pussy. Most of the guys who picked her up just wanted to get themselves off. She usually felt used and pissed off. That made her want to drink more.

The boy rose up on his knees. He gazed down at her glowing flesh, his hot eyes raking over her tits and cunt. She spread her legs open, showing him her pussy, exposing the pink thick labia of her steaming gash.

"Put your hands on me!" she hissed. "Touch my cunt!"

She moaned when he cupped his hand over her crotch, his fingers probing between her meaty cunt lips.

"Inside!" she hissed. "Put your fingers inside!"

His fingertips found her cunt hole. He slid two fingers into the hot channel of her cunt.

"I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, Mom, " he said quietly.

She looked at him and smiled.

"Well, you have your chance now," she said.

She opened her legs wide as he moved on top of her. She quivered when she felt his body between her legs. She wanted his hard cock pounding her pussy.

Sliding a hand down to his crotch, she found his cock and closed her fist around his cock shaft. How stiff he was! She loved the feel of it. She rubbed his cock head between her cunt lips and with a soft moan positioned it in the center of her cunt hole.

"Get it in my pussy!" she cried.

She could feel his hard prick stretching her soft pussy. She could feel his bloated cock head, her vaginal muscles expanding as he pushed forward. The hot cunt juice brimming in her cunt hole made his entrance easy. The lips of her cunt gripped his cock as he thrust himself forward into her vagina.

"All of it!" she hissed. "Give me all of it! Put it all in!"

He squirmed his ass as he drove his cock forward.

"Oh, Christ, that feels good!" she moaned. The moan changed to a whimper when he pulled his cock part way out and rammed it in again. The feel of his cock stretching the walls of her pussy was exquisite.

He began pistoning his cock now, fucking her, sliding his meat in and out of her wet pussy. With each stroke, his cock raked against her clit. She trembled and quivered at his thrusts. Her heart pounded as she racked her thighs to urge him on.

Wriggling her ass, she fucked her juicy cunt back at his cock. Young as he was, he was giving her a good fucking.

"That's good!" she groaned. "Keep fucking me! That's good! Hold me tight!"

His cock head drove in and out of her cunt hole like a battering ram. The exquisite stretching of her pussy drove her wild. She rolled her hips, rocking her thighs and squirming her ass, trying to fuck back at him. She was sorry he had enlisted.

She imagined she could feel each inch of his cock shaft as it moved in and out of her tender pussy. How divine it was!

Her eyes closed, her mouth slack, she shuddered. She pulled his face down to kiss him hungrily. When he pushed his tongue between her lips, she gripped it and sucked it to the same rhythm as the fucking.

Her ass gyrated on the mattress as she strove to get his cock deeper and deeper into her fuck hole.

"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck me hard! Give me all of it!" She was releasing months of pent up frustration.

The boy's ass pumped up and down as he ratcheted his cock in and out of her cunt. Each time she rocked her thighs back, her pussy squeezed his cock shaft. At intervals she widened her legs, and then clamped them tightly around his back.

She ran her hands over his tight ass. She wriggled under him, her hand pulling at his ass as she urged him to fuck her harder.

She was ravenous. Her cunt had become a wild hungry thing, an insatiable hole that demanded to be filled. Even the feel of his stiff cock roaming in and out of her pussy wasn't enough. She wanted more, and she knew what it was. She needed her swollen clit licked, but in a special way. Her mind flipped over to Anita. A woman knows what a woman wants and Anita knew how to use her tongue and fingers. And Anita knew how to use a dildo.

He was hurrying to finish now. She could feel it in his body. She continued bucking her ass, fucking her cunt back at his cock. She gripped him with her cunt muscles, striving to get the utmost pleasure out of the pistoning slab of meat reaming out her pussy.

Waves of hot pleasure washed up from her crotch to inundate her body. She could feel the rhythmic throbbing in her cunt. The rubbing of her clit by his cock shaft brought moan after moan gurgling out of her throat. Someone had taught him to ride her high. He knew how to fuck!

It's incest! She thought. But how wonderful it was! No matter what the risk, she was glad now she had yielded to her impulse to fuck him. Her hands clutched his ass as he pumped his prick in and out of her gaping pussy.

"Oh, God, yes!" she groaned. "Oh, God, it's so good!"

She wrapped her long legs around his back.

She shuddered at each wave of pleasure caused by the stroking of his cock. His pumping prick was turning her into jelly, driving her forward to an orgasm.

She slipped a hand between their bodies now. She got her fingers on his cock. She wanted to feel him moving in and out. She probed the slippery junction between cock and cunt, her fingers following the pistoning movement of his prick.

"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned.

He was about to shoot his load, she could tell. She raised her ass up.

"Give it to me!" she hissed. "Shoot it!"

He plunged his cock in and out of her cunt in a wild frenzy. Then he suddenly stiffened and cried out as his balls erupted. She could feel his hot cream spurting out of his cock to splatter the channel of her cunt. The wild pumping of his prick buzzed her clit until she shivered and shuddered. Digging her heels into the mattress, she called out to him.

"Give it to me!" she cried. "Fuck me hard!"

He rammed her again and again. He seemed to keep coming without an end. She could feel his slippery cock lubricating her cunt, splattering out of it to wet her crotch and thighs. Her cunt was convulsing rhythmically now, answering the spurting of his cock with spasms of its own. Her cunt muscles squeezed on his cock shaft to drain the emission out of his balls.

"Oh, sweet Jesus in heaven!" she babbled. She dug her fingers deeper into his ass. One finger landed on his pucker. When she realized where her finger was, she moaned and drilled it in. The boy grunted and grabbed her ass. He continued fucking, his cock head stabbing the channel of her cunt again and again until she thought she'd go mad. Each contraction of the muscles of her cunt brought a groan out of her throat.

Reaching a hand down, she cradled his balls and squeezed them gently, as if to suck the last drops of his sperm into her pussy. She wailed with pleasure at the hot feeling washing over her body, washing up from her steaming crotch.

I'm going out of my mind! She thought. It can't last!

She drilled the finger in his ass more deeply into his rectum. Each movement of her finger brought a croaking sound out of his throat and a frenzied bucking of his ass.

As he pumped his cock in and out of her juice-drenched cunt, bucking and twisting as he drained his balls, he sent the last of his lava splashing into her pussy.

He sank down on her, his chest mashing her heavy tits. His eyes were glazed and he was gasping for breath.

"Oh, God, that was lovely," she whispered. The boy groaned. He rolled over, his drooping cock slipping out of her wet cunt.

Chapter 2

Marty found the sudden change in her life overwhelming. Fucking her son added a new dimension to her life. She was dying to tell Anita about her newfound sexual freedom, but wasn't sure how Anita would take it. Her sexual hunger seemed more intense than ever. Her lust for Ricky occupied all her thoughts. During the days that followed that first session, they exchanged hot glances each time they met.

A week passed. Ricky and Marty were constantly in each other's company, but there seemed no opportunity to do anything. Then one afternoon as she was walking down the upstairs hall to the bathroom, Ricky suddenly appeared beside her.

Before she could protest, she found herself in the bathroom with him and the door locked behind them.

"This is crazy!" she hissed. "Everyone is home! They'll find out!"

He grinned and ignored her protests. There was no question about her desire for him. A week had passed since their first fuck and she was hungry for it again.

When he kissed her, she melted against him. His tongue probed between her lips. His strong arms encircled her and pulled her body against his.

She sucked on his thick wet tongue. She could feel the hard bulge of his cock through the material of his pants.

"We can't do this!" she gasped. "It's too dangerous!"

"They're all busy!" he said. "As long as the door is locked, nobody can come in here!"

She groaned as he ran his hands over her body. He squeezed her ass, clutching her ass cheeks with his fingers, pulling her crotch against his cock.

"Oh, Ricky ..." she panted.

She remained motionless as he unbuttoned her blouse. He bared her shoulders and then stripped her blouse completely off. Unhooking her bra, he peeled it away to expose her tits. His eyes were wild with lust as he gazed at her heaving tits. His hands cupped the heavy melons, lifting them, kneading them, pinching her nipples into turgid stalks.