Chapter 1
Lucinda Wyatt was glad to be home early. The extra hours she'd put in at work had paid off and she was able to start an early weekend. She noticed her son's car was in the driveway. It was summer and Barry was kicking back before starting his sophomore year at the local college. He must not have gone to the beach like he planned thought Lucinda.
He wasn't in the living room or the kitchen so he must be in his bedroom. Lucinda was about to knock on Barry's door she heard a squeal of feminine laughter on the other side of the door. My god! He has a girl in there with him. Throwing open the door without knocking she saw a completely naked girl straddling her equally naked son.
"What do you two think you're doing," bellowed Lucinda.
Barry looked startled but the girl only appeared annoyed.
"I think we're fucking. What does it look like to you?"
"Get up and get out of here this instant!"
"Wait! Wait!" the girl yelled as she sped up her rhythm. "Shit! You made him lose his boner. And I was almost there." The girl cried in frustration. "Fucking bitch!"
Lucinda was startled. She wasn't accustomed to being spoken to in that manner and certainly not in her own home. She'd certainly talk to Barry later about his choice of companions.
"Get dressed and leave. I want you out of here now!"
"Maybe you should go now, Karen. I'll call you later," said Barry.
"I'm not going anywhere," snapped Karen. Karen got off the bed and strode up to Lucinda. The girl was shorter than the older woman with a slim, boyish but athletic build and small breasts. Lucinda tended toward the Rubenesque. She was overweight but not obese with a body that men called voluptuous. The woman always did have a weight problem and her large breasts always attracted the most attention, which was a cause of considerable embarrassment at times for Lucinda.
Lucinda stepped back as Karen approached. Despite the height and weight advantage Lucinda started to feel a bit intimidated by the naked teenager.
"Why don't you get the fuck out of here and leave us in peace?"
"How dare you speak to me in that manner! This happens to be my house and you are here without my permission. You are a trespasser."
"Well this happens to be Barry's room and I'm here with his permission. You're the trespasser."
"This is my last warning, young lady. I'm going to the telephone right now and calling the police. If you're not out of here by the time the police arrive you will be arrested."
Karen walked around Lucinda and blocked the door.
"Get out of my way," Lucinda demanded.
"Fuck off!"
Lucinda gaped and then turned around to look at her son. He was just sitting there looking like an interested observer. Why wasn't Barry helping his mother to rid of this monster? There would be hell to pay for his disloyalty. For the first time Lucinda began to have doubts about her personal safety. Until this girl could be gotten rid of it would pay for Lucinda not to escalate the confrontation. Perhaps she should apologize and then call--
"You sure have big tits. Are they real?"
"What! What did you say?" Lucinda couldn't believe her ears.
"Are you fucking deaf? I asked... Never mind!" Karen reached out and grabbed Lucinda's breasts. "Yeah, they sure feel real. You're not taking Bovine Growth Hormone, are you?"
"No! Please don't touch me. Look, I'm sorry I disturbed you. I want to go now."
"You're not going anywhere until we're through talking. Let's take a look at your tits."
"Oh no! Please don't! Barry! Help me!" Lucinda wanted to fight Karen but now she was too afraid. She watched in amazement as her blouse buttons popped off and her bra exposed by the teenage lunatic. Barry finally got up and walked over but it was just to take a closer look at the action.
"She's quite a cow, isn't she," Karen said as Lucinda's blouse was slipped off.
"No, she's beautiful. You're beautiful, Mom."
Lucinda was surprised to hear praise from her son. She noticed that Karen acted surprised also. Lucinda was grateful that Barry wasn't adding to her humiliation even if he wasn't doing anything to prevent it. She should have been paying more attention to Karen. By the time Lucinda realized her breasts had lost their support it was too late and her bra was snatched away. Lucinda crossed her arms over her breasts in an effort to hide them. She did a poor job.
"Look at those udders," laughed Karen. "I bet you never went hungry when you were sucking on them."
"I guess not." Barry started chuckling.
"Stop it!" Linda yelled trying to reassert her authority.
"I'm sorry, Mom," said Barry. "I always knew you were good looking. I just didn't realize you were so sexy too."
"I guess he really does think you're sexy," Karen commented. "Look at his prick."
The humiliated mother looked down. Barry's prick was slowly becoming erect. I'm sexually exciting my own son Lucinda thought with horror. She'd forgotten about Barry being naked.
"Let me leave, Barry. Please!"
Barry ignored his mother's pleading and embraced his mother.
"Gosh, Mom. This is kind of a fantasy come true." Lucinda was helpless to resist. What was normally an affectionate embrace between mother and son became sexually charged. The distraught mother tried hard not to react when her son's erect prick prodded her belly as Barry hugged his mother to him. Karen took that opportunity to come behind Lucinda and yank down the older woman's slacks and taking the panties down with them. Lucinda gasped as her son's prick caressed her pubes.
"Oh, jeeze! I almost came right there," said Barry.
"No, don't! Let go of me! This isn't right, son. I don't want this." Lucinda was close to tears.
"Don't believe her, Barry. She's sopping wet down here." A gasp and squeal from Lucinda let Barry know that Karen was groping his mother. Lucinda wanted to kick Karen but her pants being down around her ankles prevented her from moving.
"Barry, I'm feeling faint." Lucinda allowed her weight to rest on her son more and more. Barry quickly half carried and half dragged his mother to the bed and laid her down on the mattress. As her legs rested on the bed Karen took the opportunity to pull off the rest of Lucinda's clothing.
"Are you feeling better now?" At least Barry was acting concerned.
"I'll be all right in a minute. Let me cover myself," Lucinda begged.
"To hell with that, Barry. Fuck the bitch. She wants you." Karen was intent on urging Barry on.
"Is that true, Mom? Do you want me? Can I really make love to you?" Lucinda looked into the handsome face of the young man only inches from hers. If only he weren't my son thought the distraught woman. It had been so long since she'd been to bed with a man. Lucinda had long since given up on finding a replacement for her husband, Barry's father. Most men she attracted were of the type that thought big tits meant an easy lay. She'd give anything to meet a loving man who was as handsome as her son.
"Send that awful creature away. I beg you."
Barry looked up at Karen and nodded.
"Fine," said Karen to Barry's unspoken request. "I'm not going to interfere in any mother-son bonding." She picked up her clothing, walked to the door and opened it.
"Pleased to have met you Mrs. Wyatt." Karen curtsied and then slammed the door on her way out.
Thank god that beast is out of here Lucinda thought with relief. Now I can talk some sense into Barry. Lucinda's relief was short-lived. Before she could draw another breath Barry was crawling between her legs and pinning his mother to the mattress. Before his mother could utter a word of protest the teenager's prick was lodged in the woman's cunt and was starting to move inside her creating a delicious friction for both of them.
Lucinda pushed at her son's shoulders but couldn't budge him. Feelings of shame and helplessness swept through her being. She didn't say a word. What was there to say? She had barged into her son's room with the righteousness of an avenging angel and confronted her naked son and his equally naked girl friend. Any rational person would have turned tail and run for their lives. But this Karen person, with Barry's tacit consent, had turned the tables on Lucinda.
The teenager had stripped the older woman of her clothing and her dignity in a matter of minutes. Lucinda had felt helpless to resist. Now she was as naked as the two youngsters she'd confronted earlier. Worse still, Lucinda was on her back being mated to her own son. Waves of lust now competed with her feelings of shame and guilt. Did Lucinda unconsciously cooperate in her own seduction? No one had made any overt threats of mental or physical harm. But Karen had spotted a vulnerability in Lucinda that made her a pushover.
Lucinda decided that Barry was not at fault. He was somehow under the spell of that young witch. Lucinda herself fell to Karen's spell also. Oh, Barry was being such a considerate lover Lucinda thought. His father would have finished much earlier than this already. Yet, her son was still going strong. Unbidden she wrapped her arms and legs around Barry's body and raised her head.
"Kiss me, please," Lucinda begged.
Barry stopped his thrusting long enough to bring his lips down on his mother's and gave her a soul-stirring kiss. Lucinda felt love with that kiss and was already forgetting the circumstances bringing them together. She was no longer a matron approaching middle age but a young woman giving herself to the man she loved.
"Oh!" Lucinda cried as she felt her first orgasm followed quickly by another and then still another. Her cunt muscles began squeezing Barry's prick. The sensations prompted Barry to his own crisis. Lucinda felt her son's prick begin to swell but didn't try to stop him from spilling his incestuous seed into her fertile womb. She was his to do with as he pleased. Trying to control Barry now would have driven both of them mad. The well-fucked woman closed her eyes as she felt the young man's seed being injected into her reproductive system.
Barry lied down beside his mother to catch his breath. That must have been the best fuck he had yet in his young life he thought. Probably the sheer kinkiness of it all was what sent him over the edge. Lucinda, for her part, was still in shock. She saw her son's bathrobe lying on a chair a few feet away. She got up to retrieve it and came face to face with her own image in the dresser mirror. What she saw was not a woman satisfied but the image of a fat, aging hag so desperate for love and so sex-starved that she seduced her own son. The tears Lucinda had been holding back began to flow and she fell back on the bed sobbing her heart out.
"How you must hate me."
"Don't cry, Mom. I don't hate you." Barry was doing his best to console his mom. He felt bad about Lucinda feeling bad but he didn't have any guilt about himself. Barry's philosophy of life was to not worry much about anything. Most people would have called it a passive existence but it allowed the young man to get along with practically anyone.
"How can you say that? I let that girl humiliate me and then let you use me."
"You didn't let us. We ganged up on you pretty good."
"But why?"
"Well, I still can't figure out how Karen got you undressed but it was kind of cool seeing you brought down some."
"Am I such a harridan that you would enjoy seeing me humiliated?"
"If that means you're a total bitch then yeah. I bet Amy and Dad would agree with me," said Barry with total conviction. "You know that's why Dad left you."
Lucinda flinched when Barry mentioned his dad and his sister Amy. She did not like to think that she shared any blame in the breakup of her marriage. Lucinda was also glad that her daughter wasn't there to witness her humiliation. Amy was visiting her dad for part of the summer break.
"I'm 19 years old, Mom," Barry added. "And you still try to treat me like a child. I mean, you didn't have any right to bull your way into my room."
"I'm sorry," said Lucinda and she meant it. "I'll try to change."
"That would be great," Barry said enthusiastically.
"Just do me one favor."
"What's that, Mom?"
"Never invite that girl back to this house again."
"I don't think that'll be a problem. You didn't exactly make her feel welcome and she'll probably never speak to me again."
"That's fine with me."
Barry leaned over and kissed his mother on the lips. The kiss lingered and Lucinda began to get nervous again. They were still naked in each other's presence. She shivered as her son's hand caressed her hip.
"No, Barry. This can never happen again. It shouldn't have happened in the first place."
"Why not, Mom? We both enjoyed it. No one will get hurt." Lucinda fended off her son's wandering hand.
"Please try to understand me," Lucinda begged. "I'll never be able to live with myself if I allowed this to continue. You're so young and handsome and hard to resist. I'd be lying to you if I claimed I wasn't attracted to you. But I'm your mother. All of society condemns incestuous behavior. Please help me by not tempting me to continue. You have your whole future in front of you with lots of pretty women to comfort you. I've learned my lesson. I won't interfere with you again."
"Thanks, Mom. I appreciate it. But if you ever change your mind just let me know." This time the kiss was a chaste one on the cheek. Barry helped his mom up and draped his bathrobe over her shoulders. Lucinda picked up her clothes and retreated to her bedroom.
Lucinda showered as soon as she could. She still couldn't quite believe she was washing away her own son's sperm that had leaked from her cunt and caked on the inside of her thighs. Lucinda vowed to forget that the incident with her son and that horrible slut ever happened. Or at least she would never mention it. It would be impossible to forget the way Barry had made love to her. Lucinda usually didn't care how she dressed after she got home from work. She made a point of dressing up and reapplying her makeup. Lucinda didn't want to be an embarrassment to Barry in front of his friends. Maybe I should get serious about dieting Lucinda thought.
Lucinda made her way to the kitchen in a better mood than she'd felt in a long time. She didn't expect to see Barry and Karen sitting at the kitchen table.
“What is she still doing here?”