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Glenda had gone to bed around ten and was now pretending to be asleep as she heard her husband, Will come stomping into the bedroom. Trying to make sure that her breathing was steady and even, she listened to him move around to his side of the bed, dropping his clothes onto the end of bed and finally flouncing down onto the bed. Then, with an angry flick, he turned the light off.

She could sense the anger in him as she lay unmoving on her side of the bed.

Why did he have to want sex all the time, anyway? For some crazy, weird reason, it just didn\'t seem fair. Men always seemed obsessed by sex from puberty until death, yet in women the fires burned lower and lower as they aged. Why couldn\'t their sex drives be the same and the exasperation that led to all this anger wouldn\'t be there? Why he would probably do it every night if she would let him. Goodness, it had only been.when had the last time been? When had they last made love? Then as her mind slowly tripped back over the days and nights, she realized that it had been a week and a half since they had done it. Oh, for goodness sake, she scolded herself, how could it have been that long ago? That can\'t be right, why it seems like it was only yesterday. She let her mind retrace the nights of television and days of social events, the teas, the canasta games, and all the other functions that she endlessly attended to occupy her time. Yes, it had been a week and a half. It had been that Wednesday night that Billy, Jr. spent the night with his friend, Wayland. God, it still seemed only a couple of night ago.

Maybe, maybe I ought to roll over and.

Just then, Glenda heard the soft, wheeze from Will\'s side of the bed and she knew that he was asleep. As usual, she had waited too long and now he was gone for the night.

Well, I will just have to wake him up in the morning with a surprise, she told herself as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Glenda finally found herself waking up. As the fuzz of sleep disappeared, she remembered what she had planned for Will. Murmuring, she stretched and yawned before she slowly rolled over. She felt a sudden wave of depression wash over her. Will wasn\'t there. Glancing over at the clock on the nightstand, she saw that it was already eight-thirty. No wonder he was gone. On Saturday\'s he left for work at seven-thirty.

But, he only worked until noon. Maybe I could meet him down at work and we could have a nooner. Goodness, I can\'t remember the last time we did anything like that. Maybe that\'s what I need to put some of the spice back in our sex-life. Maybe, if I started doing things like that, I might want to do it more often and make every thing better. It is worth a try, she thought.

Then, slowly from the core of her womanhood, she felt that delicious tickle of desire that was so illusive.

Oh, goodness, she smiled to herself as the urge began to grow.

Just the thought of doing something wild and crazy was adding fuel to the tiny little spark of excitement. Why, I haven\'t felt like this in ages, she told herself, throwing the covers off. Smiling wickedly, she slowly ran her hands down her body, pausing for a moment to cup her big, droopy breasts and toy with her hardening nipples. As she played with the big, rubbery paps, she felt the tickle of anticipation tingle all the way down to her pussy.

Damn, why didn\'t I think of this earlier, she laughed to herself, letting her hands slowly wander down over her smoothly rounded belly to the mat of curly brown hair covering her womanhood.

Goodness, goodness, she thought to herself as she gently dipped a red tipped finger down between the fleshy lips of her pussy. I\'m all wet down there. I\'m all wet just thinking about this afternoon. That hasn\'t happened in a long, long time.

\Ohhhhhhh,\ she groaned out loud as she ran her finger over her throbbing clitoris.

Damn, I could finish myself right here and now, she thought as she tenderly peeled the fleshy little covering back away from the tingling knob of jutting flesh.

Delicately running her finger around the pulsating protrusion of flesh, she felt the delightful tingle of pleasure course up her spine as flow into her brain.

\Stop it,\ she growled to herself, slapping her legs together and jerking her hand away from her throbbing clitoris.

\Damn, I can\'t remember the last time I felt this way,\ she told herself, sitting up and easing her long, shapely legs off the bed.

Delighting in the foreign thrill of sexual excitement for the first time in ages, she hurriedly showered and rushed back out to her dresser.

Dabbing on a few drops of \'Illicit Love\', Will\'s favorite perfume, onto the soft skin just below her ear, she lifted her big, pendant breasts one at a time and ran the dauber underneath them, leaving a faint trail of perfume behind.

Setting the perfume down, she gathered up her long, tawny streaked mahogany hair and pulled it up into a bundle.

Turning her head from side to side, she decided that she would wear it up. Quickly, she gathered it up and pinned it up with a couple of strategically placed decorative pins. Later, with a simple jerk, she could let it come cascading down over her shoulders, she smiled. Then as an afterthought, she plucked out a couple of strands of hair to give herself that harried, disheveled look that men seemed to like so much for some reason.

Now what to wear, she asked herself? Maybe I\'ll just go over there naked and really surprise him.

\Let\'s see,\ she said out loud to herself as she jiggled over to her closet with her big, droopy tits wiggling merrily.

Picking through the forest of clothes hanging before her, she spied the soft, black double-breasted suit jacket that she loved so much. It wasn\'t really appropriate for what she had in mind, but .what if she wore it without the skirt. It might be just long enough, she giggled, holding the suit coat up in front of herself and seeing that the hem was two or three inches below her private parts. It\'ll work if I don\'t sit down, she laughed to herself, tossing the coat onto the bed.

Now what to wear with it. Maybe nothing, she thought, looking at herself in the mirror. She had a nice body for a matronly forty year old; big, droopy breasts with nice, perfectly round areolas and big, puffy nipples that always showed through her clothes when she went braless; her belly, once hard and flat, now had the beginnings of a matronly swell, but she could still hold it in when she needed to, but it wouldn\'t be long before more work in the gym would be required; soft, sweeping hips, curving down into her perfectly rounded thighs that also needed a little more attention if she was going to keep them that way.

Arcing her legs, she turned slightly and looked over her shoulder to the two round, firm cheeks of her ass. Her ass and her legs were enough to make men cry, she laughed to herself, relaxing back down onto the soles of her small, dainty feet.

Will likes for me to dress up in my little naughties, she smiled, so I\'ll do it for him today.

Strolling over to her chest of drawers, watching her big, dangling breasts flop about as she did, she bent down and jerked open a drawer. She knew just what to wear.

A couple of years ago, Will had bought her an outfit from \'frederick\'s of Hollywood\'. She had only worn it that same night and then it had gone untouched, hiding underneath the rest of her underwear since that time. It was still there, wrapped in the plastic package that it had come in she saw, frowning at her inconsideration.

Stepping over to her dresser, she ran her hand down into the package and pulled out the sheer, lacy material and laid it on the top of the dresser. It was all still there: a choker, a half-cup bra, a garter belt, crotchless panties, and hose.

Sitting down on the stool in front of her dresser, she slowly picked up one of the hose, relishing the smooth feel of the nylon on her skin. Raising her leg, she arched her toes and quickly slid the sheer, black hose up over her foot, her shapely calf, knee and the soft swell of her thigh. Tugging it up snuggly, she ran her hand down over her leg, straightening the hose and removing the wrinkles. Picking up the other hose, she repeated the process with it. Smiling at herself in the mirror, she picked up the sheer, black brassiere. Wrapping the wispy straps of lace around her belly with the flowery half-cups of transparent lacework in the back, she snapped the clasp closed. Then with a quick tug, she spun the cups around in front and ran her arms down through the shoulder straps. Pulling the wisp of a brassiere up under her big, pendulant breasts, she cupped them in the soft, clinging material. Once her breasts were situated inside their lace prisons, she tugged the lace covered straps up over her shoulders. She poked and prodded the big mountains of pink flesh until she was satisfied that they wouldn\'t flop out every time she moved.

Plucking up the next sheer, fluff of black lace, she spread the panties apart. As she did, they split into two segments joined only in the middle at the back and front of the lace-covered waistband. Shaking her head slightly, she bent down and slipped them on over one foot and then the other. Standing up, she quickly pulled them up her long, curving legs and drew the G-string panties up around her hips. There was so little to them, you almost couldn\'t tell she had any on, she frowned. Hurrying, she retrieved the flowery, black garter belt and wrapped it around her waist. Snapping it closed, she quickly reached down and fastened the four clasps at the end of the dangling thongs of top of her hose. A few adjustments here and there and there was only one little bit of black fluff left lying on the top of the dresser.

Plucking up the delicate, little choker, she pulled it down over her head. Now with the sexy little choker encircling her throat, she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.

\Nice. Very nice,\ she smiled as she turned and admired herself in the mirror from several different angles. \If I must say so myself.\

\Boy is Will going to be surprised,\ she said, picking up her suit coat and slipping it on.

Padding over to the closet, she slipped her small feet into a pair of four-inch heels and stepped back in front of the mirror.

\Perfect,\ she said out loud, running her hands down over her coat. \No one will ever know, except me, and of course, Will.\

Then, she grabbed her purse and went clopping down the stairs. Stopping by the phone holder, she grabbed a pencil and a piece of paper and strolled into the kitchen.

Scribbling out a quick note to Billy, Jr., she opened her purse and pulled out a ten dollar bill and laid it on top of the note.

There, the money will get his attention, she laughed to herself and hurried out the door.

Billy got out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts. He just couldn\'t get used to sleeping in anything. Just too damned constricting, he laughed, reaching down and pulling on his impressive cock. But then again, with a cock as big as mine, anything I wear is constricting, he laughed egotistically. Especially for an eighteen year old.

I wonder why the house is so quiet, he said to himself as he flounced down the stairs watching the big bulge sticking out against the front of his shorts flopping around heavily inside his shorts.

Strolling into the kitchen, he spotted the note on the table.

It read:

Billy,

I\'ve gone downtown to have lunch with your father. We should be back by five or so. Here\'s ten dollars. Go buy a whopper or something for lunch. See you tonight,

Love, Mom

So he had the house to himself for the afternoon, he grinned, running his hand down into his shorts. Grabbing himself, he began stroking his cock as he wondered if he could entice Cindy over for a little afternoon delight. Just thinking about her juicy, little twat was enough to make him hard, he grinned. Jerking his shorts down, he watched his cock slowly hardening and begin to lift its giant, bloated head. How could she take all of his big cock inside her tight, little pussy, he wondered as it continued to harden and lift its huge head toward the ceiling.

She was only five foot one or two and couldn\'t weigh more than a hundred and ten or fifteen. And his cock was nine inches long the last time he measured it; that was at least a year ago. No telling how long it was now, but it was as big as the studs in the some of the porn movies he and Cindy had watched.

Raking up the money, he walked across the room with his cock sticking out in front of him like a lance in some kind of sick medieval jousting contest.

\Will the Black Knight score again this afternoon by unseating the fair lady and knocking her up?\ he cackled, jerking his hand up and down his cock.

Fifteen minutes later, he was in his car headed over to Cindy\'s house with lecherous plans swirling through his head.

Cruising through town with the hem of her coat just barely covering her wet little slit, Glenda felt the excitement inside her growing. The closer she got to the building where Will worked, the more aroused she became

Finally, she was there and pulled into the parking lot. Good, there\'s Will\'s car, she smiled as she looked for another parking spot. At last she spotted one about half way down the lot on the other side, near a group of bushes. Pulling into the spot, she looked down and saw that it was exactly twelve o\'clock. Reaching for the doorknob, she looked up just in time to see Will come out through the door.

Smiling to herself, she started to push the door open when she saw a young woman follow Will out. They were obviously together, talking and laughing as they walked together over to Will\'s car. Glenda stopped for a moment, watching them carry on. Then, as she waited, she watched them both get into his car.

What in the hell was going on?

Then, she saw them kissing.

Oh, my god, she gasped as she watched them kissing. It wasn\'t a friendly little peck either. It was a face-sucking monster of a kiss that seemed to go on forever. Glenda sat there in a state of shock as she watched on helplessly. Then all of a sudden, she saw that they had broken apart Will was backing the car out of its slot.

Realizing that she had stopped breathing, Glenda gasped and took a deep, shuddering breath as she fumbled with her keys, trying to fit them in the ignition. Unable to get her numb fingers to cooperate, it took her several moments to finally get her car started. By that time, Will\'s car had disappeared down the street. Fuming, she circled the block several times trying to find his black Mercedes, but it was useless.

God, what an ass she had almost made of herself. Getting all dressed up, or dressed down, whatever the case may be, to go surprise her husband with an afternoon of frivolity only to find him leaving with a sweet young thing half her age.

That hurt.

Now not only did she feel about as sexy as a sack of potatoes, she felt ancient.

What now, she wondered to herself, driving home. She wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn\'t come as she roared in and out of traffic.

Driving up in front of the house in a daze, she saw that Billy\'s car was gone. He must have gotten her note, she thought as she threw open the door and got out.

\Damn, I could kill him,\ she swore out loud as she trounced into the house.

Angrily tossing her purse on the table, she saw that the note and the money were both gone.

\BILLY, ARE YOU HERE,\ she bellowed out.

There was no answer. Billy was gone, too.

\I need a drink,\ she growled, strolling into Will\'s den and grabbing one of his bottles of Jack Daniel whiskey. She started to turn the bottle up and take a swig.

Oh, for heaven\'s sake, Glenda, be civilized about it. Go get a glass and some ice.

Striding back into the kitchen with the bottle of booze in her hand, she glanced over and saw that the message light on the phone was blinking.

Walking over, she stabbed the button and waited for the message to begin.

Saturday, 12 Jun 99, eleven-forty six a.m. the recorder mechanically droned.

Hi, is anyone there?

It was her horse\'s ass of a husband. He was probably going to tell her some lie about he had been called out on a consultation or something, she fumed.

Well, I have to go out and see Christenson at the site. He says they are having problems and wants to see if I can fix it before they have to shut the rig down. I\'ll try to be home by five or so, depending on what the problem is. I\'ll call you later and give you an update. Sorry I to have to run but I\'ll see you later. Love ya.

\That son-of-a-bitch,\ she raged as the message ended. \I\'ll kill him when he gets home.\

Flouncing over to the cabinet, she threw open a door and grabbed a glass.

\I\'ll fucking rip his balls off,\ she raved on, throwing open the fridge door and grabbing a handful of ice and dropping it into the glass.

Spinning the top of off the liquor, she sloshed the liquor into the glass until it was nearly to the top.

Without a pause, she swept the glass up and poured half of the fiery liquid down her throat.

\Yiiiiiiii,\ she wheezed, trying to catch her breath as the liquor burned its way down her esophagus and into her stomach.

\I needed that,\ she growled, grabbing the bottle by its neck and stomping across the living room to the stairs.

Taking the steps two at a time, she flew up the stairs. Stopping at the top, she was at a loss as to what to do. Then looking down the hall, she saw that Billy\'s door was open. She didn\'t know why, but she found herself striding down toward it.

Stopping at the door, she pushed it open farther.

\Jesus Christ, what a fucking mess,\ she groaned as she stared at the disarray.

Socks, shoes, pants, and shirts were strewn all over the room. The bed wasn\'t made and there were the remnants of several midnight snacks spread throughout the room.

\That boy is in for it,\ she threatened, closing the door behind her. \He\'ll not leave this house until that room is clean enough to do surgery in.\

The anger sat in her stomach like a land mine, waiting to be tripped off. Who would trip it off first? Her husband or her son?

\Now what?\ she asked herself, walking back down to her bedroom sipping on her drink.

Setting the bottle and glass down, she unbuttoned her suit coat and ripped it off. Standing in front of the mirror, still wearing her wicked little undies, she reached behind her back to unfasten the brassiere.

Wait, she told herself, dropping her hands to her side. Wait and when Will comes home, entice him upstairs by showing him what she was wearing and then, when he was all hot to trot, drop the fucking bomb on him. Maybe, even bring up a butcher knife and pretend she was going to cut it off. She had to exact some kind of revenge on him for his indiscretion.

Refilling her glass, she sat on the bed sipping it wondering what she should do about Will and his extramarital affair. Divorce him? She should. She had never been unfaithful to him. And now this. Why had he done it?

But as she sat there seething, it came to her. She couldn\'t put all the blame on him? After all, just last night she had come to the realization that he wasn\'t getting as much sex as he needed. And wasn\'t she on her way down to try and rectify that situation? Only she got there just a little late. He had already taken care of it himself.

Billy was on the verge of pulling his cock out and beating off as he drove back to his house. He had gotten Cindy alone out in the poolroom at her house and had gotten her panties off.

In fact, he still had them wadded up in his back pocket, he groaned remembering how close they had come to getting caught.

Cindy had unzipped his pants and was playing with his cock while he was taking her panties off. Then, she had spread her legs and he had scooted up between them. She held him and let him push the head of cock up into her and he was just about to ram it in the rest of the way when they heard Cindy\'s mother calling her. Billy had quickly driven his cock up into Cindy\'s waiting wetness much to her delight. And he was just getting ready to do some serious fucking, when they heard her mother open the door and step out onto the patio.

Then they heard the clop of her heels on the concrete as she headed straight for the poolroom. Billy had, had to jerk his cock out and dash for the bathroom, just making it before Cindy\'s mother came striding into the room. Thankfully, Cindy had enough time to push her skirt down and hide any evidence of their wrongdoing. Billy just hoped that she couldn\'t smell the aroma of sex that was permeated the air.

Cindy had told her mother that he was using the bathroom and her mother had drug her into the house to help her with some motherly project.

It seemed to take forever, but finally Billy\'s cock had shrunken to a manageable size and he stuffed it back into his pants.

Finding out that Cindy would be occupied with her project for the rest of the afternoon, he had left, gotten a burger and was eating it as he headed for home.

Turning the corner by his house, he saw his mother\'s blue BMW sitting out in front of the house.

She must not have caught Dad in time, he thought as he parked and jumped out.

Tossing the empty burger sack into the trashcan, he strolled in through the front door.

\BILLY JONES, IS THAT YOU?\ he heard his mother call out as he shut the door behind him.

\YEAH, MOM,\ he hollered back.

\Oh, crap,\ she groaned, hurrying over to the closet and pulling down a long, flowing robe.

Why did he have to come home so early, she asked herself as she slipped the filmy gown on over her naughty undies.

Striding out onto the landing, Glenda looked down to see Billy looking up at her.

Billy, Jr., she thought, as she looked down at him, was a miniature Will. Just like his father in so many ways. And especially looks.

\What are you doing home so early on a Saturday afternoon?\ she asked him, pulling the gown tightly around herself.

Damn him, he looks just like Will when he was the same age.

\Uh, Cindy, Cindy was busy, so I came home,\ he said, looking up at her.

What was going on, he asked himself when he saw that she was wearing her long, satin, chiffon robe and high heels? She was even wearing a little, lace choker around her neck.

\Where\'s dad,\ he innocently asked, unaware that he was about to unleash a hurricane of anger . \I thought y\'all were going to have lunch together.\

\NEVER MIND WHERE HIS IS,\ she roared out angrily. \YOUR ROOM IS FILTHY AND YOU ARE NOT GOING TO SET A FOOT OUTSIDE THIS HOUSE UNTIL YOUR ROOM IS CLEAN. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?\

Damn, what kicked her off, he wondered as he stared back up at her with his mouth open in bewilderment.

\DO YOU?\ she blasted back down at him, her voice curling the paint on the wall behind him.

\Yeah, yeah, sure,\ he mumbled sarcastically.

\AND DON\'T USE THAT TONE OF VOICE WITH ME, YOUNG MAN,\ she shouted down at him with fire spurting out of her ears.

\Yes, Ma\'am,\ he said contritely, realizing that it would be best not to cross her at the moment.

\NOW GET TO IT,\ she commanded him, turning and disappearing into her room before he had another chance to speak.

\What the fuck.\ Billy muttered under his breath.

Pissed, he stomped over to the stairs and went up them one at a time, trying to make as much noise as possible. Then he clomped down to his room, making sure that he clomped doubly hard as he went by his mother\'s closed door.

Why had she done that, she asked herself, untying her robe and flopping down on her bed, the slinky black robe billowing out in all directions, leaving her long, slinky legs exposed?

He hadn\'t done anything to deserve that kind of childish outburst. Who was the child and who was the parent anyway, she asked herself? She was definitely acting more like the child.

\WILL, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE,\ she blurted out, refilling her glass once again.

\I\'ll fucking show her,\ Billy growled, setting about cleaning his room. \I\'ll make her sorry for what she said to me.\

Pulling his hamper into his room, he hurriedly stuffed all of his dirty clothes into it. Peeking under his bed and behind the doors, he made sure he had it all. Then, as quietly as he could with the rage bubbling inside him, he crept down the stairs to the laundry room. Dumping out the clothes, he carefully sorted out the different colors into three different piles and flicked on the washer. Pouring out a cup of bleach, just as he had seen his mother do, he dropped all his white shorts, shirts and other stuff into the frothy water.

Letting the lid down with a clang, he grabbed his hamper and hurried back up to his room.

Closing the door, he commenced straightening and cleaning, piling all the dishes by his door and using his stockpile of Windex on everything in sight.

Finally, straightening his bedspread, he declared his room presentable. Even to a mom.

Damn, why did I have to jump on Billy like that? He hadn\'t done anything. Sloshing another shot of liquor into her glass, she turned it up and let it trickle into her mouth.

The alcohol was beginning to work, she smiled. It was beginning to deaden the shock she had suffered earlier in the day. The flame thrower blast of anger was now a simmering rage against her husband.

So what if Will was a cheat?

She still had Billy. Dear, sweet Billy, the apple of her eye. Her first, and only born son.

Her all encompassing wrath was now directed totally on Will.

And it was because of Will that she had lambasted Billy. That just made her that much more angry with Will. If only she could tell Billy why she had been so upset.

\Damn him. Damn him. Damn him,\ she cursed out loud.

And just when she was feeling something down there for the first time in a long time, too. She was so angry, her hand began to shake as she held the glass of booze.

Carrying the load of soiled dishes down the hallway, Billy heard his mother cursing loudly behind her closed door.

\Damn him. Damn him. Damn him.

Boy, he didn\'t know what he had done to get his mother so angry, but he knew that he better steer clear of her until the storm blew over. Quietly tiptoeing down the stairs, he hurried into the kitchen and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Listening, he didn\'t hear the washer going so he emptied it and threw his clothes in the dryer before starting another load of clothes. There was nothing else he could do, he said to himself. But he wasn\'t going to leave the house without his mother\'s blessing and he damn sure wasn\'t going to ask her at the moment.

Quietly stealing back up the stairs, he sneaked back down to his room and shut his door. Sitting down on his bed, he pulled his shoes and socks off making sure that he neatly lined his shoes up in the closet and dropped his socks into the dirty clothes hamper. Next, he peeled his pants and shorts off and dropped them into the hamper on top of his shorts. Leaving his tank top on, he pulled on a pair of jogging shorts and sat back down on the bed.

As he sat there, the memory of Cindy came floating back into his head. Damn, if we had only had another five minutes, I could\'ve gotten my rocks off, he thought running his hand back down inside his shorts to his half-hard cock. Five more minutes, he groaned running his hand up and down his cock. Maybe I\'ll go back over and finish the job tonight, he smiled feeling his cock respond to his hand.

Setting her glass down, she took several deep breaths to calm herself. I can\'t let Billy go on thinking that I am mad at him, she told herself. Just thinking of him, all alone down in his room thinking he had done something to warrant her sudden outburst made her want to cry again. That warm, tender spot she had in her heart for her son began to pulsate and grow, covering the fiery hate she now felt for Will. She had to go to Billy and tell him that he wasn\'t to blame for her anger. It wasn\'t fair to let him think he had done this to her.

Standing up, she watched the gown part revealing her frivolous undies. Maybe she ought to change into something a little more motherly and a little less suggestive, she told herself. Standing in front of the floor length mirror, she held the robe open and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

\Too bad, it was all going to go to waste,\ she said sadly, admiring the way the soft, black silk and lace complimented her body. \Yep, too bad for you Will. You\'ll never know what you missed this afternoon.\

Suddenly, she found herself picturing her husband in bed with the young girl she had seen him with earlier.

No, maybe not, she fussed. He was getting his; it was her that was left out in the cold. And just when she had started to feel sexy and alive for the first time in ages, he had to go and throw a bucket of water on the fire.

\Fucking Asshole,\ she snarled, jerking the robe closed and angrily tying the belt.

Calm down, she told herself as she felt her hand begin to shake again. Another drink, that\'s what I need. That ought to calm me down so I can go and get this guilt off my chest.

Striding back over to the nightstand, she bent down to pick up the bottle. Just as she did, she felt one of her big, heavy breasts flop out of the lacy brassiere.

\Damn it,\ she grunted, reaching inside her robe to stuff it back inside the restraining cup of lace and silk.

As she tried to poke it back inside, her fingers brushed over the hard, jutting nipple and a spark of excitement shot down to her pussy.

\Oh, oh, oh,\ she gurgled.

The big, gelatinous breast easily slipped back into the brassiere, but Glenda hesitated for a moment and gently tweaked the big bulb of a nipple.

She couldn\'t believe it, but despite all that had happened, she was still aroused and her nipple was eagerly responding to the attention.

Stop that, she finally told herself. You\'ve got to go down and tell Billy that you aren\'t mad at him. Reluctantly, she pulled her hand out of her gown.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she wasn\'t surprised that she could see the jutting outline of her big, swollen nipple underneath the thin robe.

Oh, dear, I hope that Billy doesn\'t notice it, she said, picking up her glass and walking for the door.

\Uh-oh,\ she giggled as she felt herself wobbling slightly atop her stiletto heels, \I hope I don\'t fall and break my ass.\

You\'d better not fall and break your ass, she warned herself. What would Billy think if he came out and found his mother lying in the middle of the hall half-naked?

Bracing herself against the wall with one hand and holding her glass of whiskey in the other hand, Glenda slowly tottered down to Billy\'s room.

Lying back on the bed, Billy was picturing Cindy\'s tight, little pink pussy wrapped around his big, thick cock as he slowly stroked himself.

He could feel the cum in his balls already beginning to burn as he came closer and closer to coming. He didn\'t want to come, but it was like his hand had a mind of its own as he watched it slowly slide up and down the thick, hard shaft of his cock.

Suddenly, there was a soft rapping at his door!

He nearly had a heart attack as he tried to stuff his gigantic erection back into his shorts.

\Billy, can I come in for a minute?\ Glenda asked, taking another sip of her drink as she stood outside his door.

\Uh, uh, sure, uh, Mom, uh, come on, come on in,\ he spluttered, grabbing a magazine and trying to cover the monstrous bulge in his shorts.

Turning the knob, Glenda gently pushed the door open and stepped into Billy\'s room.

\Oh, my goodness,\ she smiled as her eyes swept around the immaculate room. \It looks great. You did a wonderful job. I don\'t think I\'ve ever seen it this clean.\

\Uh, thanks mom,\ he said, glad that she approved of his room, but wishing she would leave until his cock shrank back to normal.

Smiling penitently, she slowly swayed over to his bed and slowly sat down beside him.

\What are you reading?\ she asked him, looking down and seeing that the book was upside down.

\Uh, uh, nothing,\ he mumbled, glancing down at the book to see what the title was only to see that it was upside down.

It was then that Glenda saw that the book was poking up oddly as it there were a lump or something underneath it.

\Oh,\ she said, her face reddening when she realized that he must have put the book over his thing to hide it from her.

Why would he do that, she wondered as she sat there smiling inanely staring down at the book?

Then it came to her like a slap in the face. Billy had an erection.

\Oh, uh, well,\ she stammered, her face turning beet red.

Not knowing what to do next, she finally looked away from the book.

\I, uh, I just came down to tell you that I wasn\'t mad at you any more,\ she blurted out rapidly.

\You aren\'t?\ Billy said, confused by her earlier outburst and now this sudden apology.

It was Billy\'s turn to be surprised as his eyes found the protrusions of his mother nipples jutting out underneath her gown. He felt his face warm as he blushed. His mother\'s nipples were hard.

Glenda was mortified. Strangely, she had never thought of Billy as sexual. He was always just her little boy. Her little boy who would never grow up. He would just always be her little boy. But he had grown up and right before her eyes.

Billy was shocked. His mother\'s nipples were hard. That meant she was excited about something, he thought. At least, that is what all the sex books said.

Neither of them spoke for several moments.

\Well, I just came down to tell you that I wasn\'t mad anymore,\ Glenda finally blurted out, getting up and trying to steady her wobbly knees. \I just wanted to tell you that.\

She felt like she was going to pass out as she took a step toward the door.

\Uh, thanks, uh, mom,\ Billy mumbled, \I\'m glad.\

She needed to tell him more, but what else could she say? Does he think I was angry with him earlier, but not now?

\Billy,\ she started to say as she turned and stepping back toward his bed, \it wasn\'t you, it was.\

She didn\'t know whether her knees gave way or she tripped on the carpet, or the devil gave her a shove in the back, but she suddenly felt herself falling toward the bed and Billy.

\Ohno,\ she blurted out as she fell.

Billy had seen it coming and threw his hands out to stop her fall. One hand had caught her on the shoulder, but his other hand slipped inside her robe and found one of her big, soft breasts. As this was happening, he felt his mother\'s hand glance off the book, sending it flying across the bed and felt himself being doused by the cold, wetness of his mother\'s drink.

Time seemed to stop as Billy held onto his mother to keep her from falling any farther. He could feel her big, ripe nipple pressing against the palm of his hand as she struggled to regain her balance and stand again.

\I\'m sorry,\ she muttered, pulling back away from him.

As she lifted herself up, Billy felt her big, soft breast leave his hand. But as she moved away from him, his hand caught on the flapping edge of her robe pushing it open and exposing the, soft whiteness of her jiggling breast that had slipped out of her brassiere when she fell.

Staring at it as it dangled down in front of him, Billy thought he had never seen anything as beautiful as the soft, white, wriggling swell of breast dangling down erotically while the pink, swollen nipple softly undulated with every move she made.

\OH NO!\ she groaned grabbing her gown and jerking it closed, hiding her bare breast.

\Are, are you okay,\ Billy was finally able to ask as he lay looking up at his mother.

\Yes, I think so,\ she muddled, pulling on her gown to make sure it was secured around her once again. \Are you?\

\Yeah,\ he grinned foolishly, \just a little wet.\

\Yes, I can see,\ Glenda said, her face turning bright red once again.

Billy could feel the wet coolness of the liquor on his skin, but he hadn\'t noticed that his erection was now vividly outlined by the soaked material stretched over it. Looking down, he saw that you could see every horrid detail of his cock through the soggy thinness of his shorts.

\Jeez,\ he grunted out, grabbing the book and throwing it back over his throbbing prick.

Glenda stumbled backwards; backing away from Billy and the enormity of the wicked thing growing out of his belly.

Her little Billy, she cried to herself as she reeled away from them. He wasn\'t her little baby anymore. He was a man.

Billy didn\'t know what to do as he watched his mother shuffle out the door. He wanted to go to her and tell her.

Tell her what, he asked himself. Tell her that he had felt excited by the touch of her soft, warm breast? Tell her that he thought her breast was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen? Tell her that he felt all strange and weird inside because he had touched her? To tell her that he wanted to touch her breast again? To tell her that he wanted to kiss its delicate softness and suck on the big, pink nipple?

What was he thinking? Was he going fucking crazy? It was his mother that he was coveting. No son ever had the right to think of his mother in the way he was thinking about her.

But he just wanted to touch her breast, he tried to tell himself, but the devilish monstrosity evilly jutting up out of his groin told him that there was more to it than that.

Glenda fled down to her room, her gown billowing out behind her. She looked like some ghostly apparition fleeing from the devil himself. Sobbing with exasperation, she tore at her robe, pulling the belt loose and flinging to across the room. Tears of frustration and shame running down her face, she wrenched the offending robe off and threw it to the floor.

\Damned robe,\ she cursed as she stomped the robe with the dagger sharp heels of her shoes.

Finally, her rage peaked and she kicked at the robe sending the robe and one shoe fluttering across the room where shoe clattered up against the wall.

Down in his room, Billy heard something hit the wall down in his mother\'s room. What? Had she fallen again? She might have fallen and hurt herself this time, he groaned, rolling out of bed and hurtling himself across the room. Sprinting down the hall, he screeched to a stop in front of his mother\'s room.

She hadn\'t fallen, he gasped as he looked into the room. There was his mother standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing but her underwear and one shoe. She had her hands over her eyes and was sobbing loudly. Billy couldn\'t believe how beautiful she looked standing there crying. He just stood there in rapture, drinking in the whole lurid picture.

As she had kicked at her robe, her other breast had flopped out of the frilly, little half-bra and now both breasts wriggled and shook with each sob as Billy looked on in shock. She had her arms pressed together in the middle of the exquisite mountains of ravishing beauty leaving them totally exposed to his lecherous stare. He felt so sorry for her as she stood there crying. She was a living, breathing contradiction, Billy thought to himself. He could see in her a little girl, lost and all alone fighting some unseen demon, but a little girl with the body of a beautiful woman.

Why was she dressed like this, he wondered as he reverently admired her from the distance? He couldn\'t even imagine his mother wearing anything so lewd, so sexy, he thought as his eyes crawled over the silky softness of her breasts.

Suddenly, she stopped crying and slowly dropped her hands to her side.

\OH, BILLY.\ she blubbered when she saw him standing in the door staring at her.

\Oh, Mother,\ Billy gushed, bolting across the room toward her.

\No, no.\ she protested as he took her in his arms and pulled her to him.

\Mother, what \'s wrong?\ he asked holding her tightly as she weakly tried to push him away.

\Oh, everything. Everything is wrong,\ she cried out as she stopped struggling and melted against him.

As he held her, he felt her wrap her arms around him and hug him up against herself.

\Today has been the worst day in my life.\ she sniffed, holding her cheek pressed against his.

\Why? What happened?\ he asked, becoming acutely aware of her big, hot nipples burning holes into his chest.

\Everything I do today turns out wrong,\ she said softly, the tears slowly stopping to flow.

Then she became acutely conscious of the hard, round bulge of her son\'s penis pressed against her belly. He was still hard. It felt so strange to hold him in her arms and feel his penis so big and hard. He was definitely not a little boy anymore, she tipsily thought.

\You want to tell me about it?\ Billy asked her, letting his hand slowly wander down her bare back to the frilly garter belt that encircled her waist, softly massaging her smooth skin as it went.

\Not now,\ she sniffled, not wanting to be consumed by the anger once again. \Maybe later.\

He could feel her trying to balance herself with one shoe on and one shoe off.

\Why don\'t you let me take your other shoe off,\ he laughed softly.

\That would be nice, \ she smiled out through the tearstains.

Slowly, reluctantly, Billy eased back away from her and slowly bent down in front of her. As he did, she delicately lifted her foot and let him slide the highly polished, black pump off her foot. Giving the shoe a little toss, he sent if skittering across the floor. Before his mother could move, Billy grasp her foot and began to squeeze and massage it.

\Ummm, that feels good,\ she sighed watching his fingers caress her foot through the sheer stockings.

\Good,\ he grinned up at her, seeing that she made no effort to hide her exposed breasts from him.

Every so slowly, he began to work his hands higher, up over her ankle and onto the beautiful swell of her calf.

\Wouldn\'t you be more comfortable on the bed,\ he suggested, standing up slowly so that he wouldn\'t startle her and frighten her away.

\I suppose,\ she said quietly as he took her hand and slowly led her over to the bed.

Before she knew it, she was lying on her back with a pillow under her head and shoulders as Billy was handing her another drink.

\You just lay back and relax, Mom,\ he grinned down at her. \I\'ll take care of everything.\

\Okay,\ she smiled up at him, knowing they shouldn\'t be doing what they were doing.

As she watched, he went back to her feet and began his magic all over again.

What he was doing wasn\'t wrong, she told herself as she sipped her drink and watched his strong fingers probing her muscles. He had done this very same thing many times before.

But she hadn\'t been half-naked either, she told herself realizing that her breasts were bare. I really ought to cover them up, she chastised herself, but somehow she just didn\'t have the energy at the moment.

Anyway, he wasn\'t looking at them.

It was all Billy could do to keep his eyes off his mother\'s breasts as he ever so gently worked his way up her calf toward her knee. Looking up at her occasionally, he would smile innocently and return to his work. Finally, his hands were on the creamy softness of her inner thigh. And as he moved up her thigh, he felt her spread her other leg apart slightly, to give him more room.

That was when he saw it. He felt his hand jerk as he saw the delicate folds of pink peeking out between the frilled edges or lace running down the center of her panties.

\What\'s wrong?\ she asked him as she felt his hand lurch.

\Oh, oh, nothing,\ he lied, trying to control the excitement pumping through his brain. \Uh, I just need a little more room.

\Is this enough?\ she asked him, moving her legs farther apart and baring more of the wet, pink gash between her legs.

It was a good thing he was kneeling by the side of the bed, he told himself, so she could see how hard he was.

But now his hands were only inches from the pink gash, and as he glanced at it.

It was glistening wetly in the soft light of the bedroom.

Holy fuck, he groaned inside, his mother was wet. The books said that was another sure sign that she was excited.

God, he can make me feel so good with his hands, Glenda reveled. I don\'t want him to stop, but I can\'t let it go too far and he is getting awful close to my place.

Then as his fingers probed the soft, firmness of her thigh only a couple of inches from her womanhood, she felt it. Actually, she felt two things almost instantaneously.

At first she felt a tiny, little spark of excitement deep inside the depths of her pussy and at the same instant, she felt her juices begin to seep out of her pussy.

Oh, no, she said to herself, Billy will see it. Oh, my, God what will he think of me? This is terrible. I can\'t let him see it.

Just as she tried to close her legs, Billy moved back down and began work on her other foot. Thankfully, she stopped trying to close her legs and let Billy\'s magic fingers go to work on her other leg, hoping that he wouldn\'t notice her wetness as he worked on her foot.

The strange feeling inside Billy was growing. It felt so evil to want his mother as much as he did. But he couldn\'t stop it. If there was just some way. Some way, he could get her to let him. How could he make her want him too? But wait, maybe she did want him, he told himself as he stole another glance at his mother\'s breasts. Yes, her nipples were big and hard. And her pussy was oozing out juice. Maybe she wanted him, too, but she knew that it was wrong. Wrong for a mother to want her son and for a son to want his mother. In that way. Maybe that was why she wasn\'t doing anything.

As he moved up over his mother\'s calf, he saw her reach over and put her empty glass on the nightstand. Then she closed her eyes as he continued to caress her leg.

As she lay with her eyes closed, Billy stopped for a moment and gently crawled up on the bed by her leg.

Her eyes flickered open for a moment, then she smiled and closed them again.

It was now or never he told himself as he kept one hand massaging her leg while he pushed his shorts down off his jutting prick. Then stretching out beside his mother, he inched his shorts off completely.

She still had her eyes closed as he gradually worked his hips around the bed until his cock was now only inches from his mother\'s hand as it lay at her side.

His fingers were almost grazing her oozing pussy now, and he knew that his mother would know that he was through with her legs and make him stop. Scooting his hips closer to her, he saw that his twitching cock was almost touching her hand.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he reached down and gently moved her hand over to his cock. Holding his breath, he felt her tentatively explore the swollen hardness of his cock with her fingers. Then she delicately wrapped her fingers around it and began to gently squeeze and pull on it.

Oh God, Billy groaned, she was playing with his cock. Squeezing it and milking it like she was milking a cow.

Looking up at her face, he saw that she was smiling but her eyes were still closed.

He lay there several seconds enjoying the soft warmth of his mother\'s fingers pulling and toying with his cock.

He couldn\'t believe it was really happening. His mother was playing with his cock. He had never felt so excited. Staring down at the wet, drooling gash of soft, pink flesh between his mother\'s legs, he ever so gently eased his finger down into the fiery pit.

As he felt his mother\'s hot wetness clutch his finger, he felt her hand fly away from his cock.

\What.\ she sputtered, her eyes flying open as she stared down at him.

\What are you doing, Billy?\ she moaned, trying to quiet all the emotions swirling through her head.

God, she wanted him, but she couldn\'t have him. He was her son. She could never let anything like that to happen. It had already gone to far, but she still couldn\'t bring herself to push his hand away from her aching cunt. God, how she wanted him, but she could never allow him to know it.

But even as she told herself that lie, Billy was gently pushing his finger in and out of her hot, wet cunt.

Oh, Billy, Don\'t, Please, Don\'t , her mind silently screamed as her hips began to move, softly pushing herself back against his probing finger.

All at once, she felt his finger slip out of her pussy. Thank God, she told herself as she felt the bed shake and shudder. What was he doing, she asked as she watched him hurriedly get up to his knees and straddle her with his giant penis jutting out and pointing up toward her face. She couldn\'t believe what he was doing as he crawled up her body until the head of his massive penis was hovering just above her lips.

\No, Billy, not with you,\ she whimpered, \it is so wrong.\

\Please, mother, please,\ he whined, reaching down and forcing the bulbous head of his cock down onto her soft, yielding lips.

\No, Billy.\ she moaned, but her mouth slowly opened and her lips gently sucked his cock inside.

\FUCK!\ Billy grunted out as she tickled the underside of his twitching monster with her tongue.

There was nothing she could do now. They had already been pulled into the hellish whirlpool of incestual passion. They were doomed to forever relive this fiery moment as he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. Straining to withhold the flaming eruption of cum, he eased his butt down onto the soft pliancy of her breasts as she wrapped her hand around him and began to milk his cock with her hand while she sucked on him.

Staring down at the dear, sweet face of his mother as she sucked more and more of his cock into her mouth, Billy couldn\'t believe it. The same sweet lips that had given him millions of night-night kisses, kissed away the pain of hundreds of owies, and wiped away the tears of pain from his cheeks were now locked around his prick lovingly trying to suck it dry. Slowly, he began to rock his hips back and forth as he fucked his mother\'s sweet, dear face.

Suddenly, he couldn\'t hold it back any longer and a gigantic spume of scalding cream spurted out the head of his cock.

Leaning over her, holding himself up with his arms, he stared down at her as his body was seized by the most wondrous spasm of pleasure he had ever felt. Through his squinted eyes, he saw his mother staring back up at him, hungrily sucking his cream out of his twitching cock. Then he saw the cords in her neck flex and relax as she swallowed. Swallowed the first huge gusher of cum. He had never seen anything so diabolically evil and yet so heavenly beautiful as she sucked out load after load of his cum, swallowing each and every depraved load.

He lost count of the times he fired off into her mouth, but at last, he felt the last shudder of climatic pleasure tickle through his cock.

He had never felt anything like it as he straddled his mother, his head hanging down between his arms watching her gently suck on his softening prick. She had taken every last drop of his cum and swallowed it. His mother had swallowed his cum. Just the thought of it made his cock twitch with excitement.

Then he felt it slither out of his mother\'s hot, sucking mouth. As his cock head trailed down over her chin, she pushed him down, making him crawl back down her body. What was she doing, he wondered as he shuffled backwards, his weakening penis flopping from side to side? Then he knew as his knees slipped down below her hips and she jerked her legs up into the air. Grabbing his cock, she hurriedly stuffed it down into the wet, drooling hole between her legs.

\Put it in me, Billy,\ she told him, grabbing hold of his ass with her other hand and forcing him down into her.

Holding his semi-hard manhood in one hand, she urged him down, letting his thick, meaty cock slowly slither down into the her hungry slit. As it slowly disappeared down into her, Billy felt the ring of fire encircle his cock and pull him into her. A shudder of potency shot through his cock as it immediately began to harden and stiffen once again.

\Yes, that\'s the way, baby,\ she cooed, digging her nails into his ass and coaxing him to push harder.

At last, he had his strengthening cock buried up to the hilt inside her hot, clutching cunt. Holding it motionless inside her, he flexed and relaxed the muscles around the monster making it swell and relax inside of her as she worked her cunt muscles, squeezing and milking him.

Slowly, like a train starting up a steep grade, he began to work his hips back and forth as his cock began to plow in and out of her tight pussy.

\Oh, Yes, Baby, yes,\ she hissed as she lifted her legs and stretched them as wide apart as she could. Now her cunt was totally defenseless against the pounding slash of his cock as his hips rocked back and forth faster and faster. He had never felt a cunt so hot or so wet or so tight as it milked him hungrily.

As he fucked his mother, she threw her head back and closed her eyes. She seemed to be in a trance, running her hands up and down her uplifted legs as they bounced back and forth in rhythm with his rocking hips. Staring down at her face, only inches below him as he fucked her, he saw that her mouth was open just slightly and a little dribble of spit was leaking out the corner of her mouth. Consumed with love and passion, he bent down, without missing a beat, and lovingly licked away the trickle of spit. Staring down at her closed eyes, he saw her smile wickedly and run her tongue out between her full, red lips. Like a snake searching for prey, her tongue blindly sought out his tongue until they touched. Suddenly, he felt her suck him into her mouth. Now he was fucking her mouth and pussy both at the same time, he marveled. He slipped his tongue in and out of her mouth at the same time he was hammering his cock into her willing cunt.

His cock was coated with her cunt juice as it slid in and out of her at a furious pace. A pace Billy knew he couldn\'t maintain much longer, but he wanted his mother to finish. He had to give her an orgasm to make it complete. It just wouldn\'t be right if he couldn\'t give her that after what she had given him.

Grunting, he continued to pound his cock into her harder and harder.

\Oh, yes, baby, I can feel it now,\ she whispered as he felt the muscles encircling her pussy begin to grow tighter and tighter.

\Yes, Mommy, Yes, Mommy, come, too,\ he gasped, feeling her heels slapping up against he rebounding ass every time he jerked backwards.

\Almost, baby, almost, almost there,\ she gurgled, pushing and pulling on him with her hands, urging him on.

Suddenly, he felt her arch her back and her whole body went rigid.

\OHYEASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!\ she screamed as she dug her fingernails into his ass and pulled him down into her as deep as she could.

Billy could feel the strong, clutching muscles of her cunt, pulling and milking him as his mother wept and cried through her orgasm. As she convulsed with pleasure, Billy knew that he was only a few quick strokes away from his own cataclysmic orgasm, but his mother was holding on to him so tightly, he couldn\'t move.

Her chest was heaving up and down and her legs were flopping about wildly wildly as she finished.

Then, all at once, her whole body relaxed and her arms and legs dropped down to the bed, freeing Billy. Roughly, he began to fuck her as her whole body rocked back and forth like a giant bowl of Jell-O.

It only took a few strokes and he felt his cock erupt inside her. Spurting and spewing, it quickly emptied its load down into the forbidden depths of her womb, coating its walls with his sticky potency. Filling the very place where he had been created with the very same essence of his creation. Over and over again, his cock shuddered and exploded.

As he fired off inside her, he looked down through squinted eyes to see her smiling up at him lovingly at the same time she milked his cock with her pussy.

Then, just as the last explosion wracked his cock, the phone began to ring.

He collapsed down onto his mother and slowly rolled off her, dragging his spent cock out of her drenched cunt.

\Oh, I wish you didn\'t have to take it out,\ she complained as the phone rang for the fourth time and the message kicked in.

When the message ended and the phone beeped, they heard Will.

Hi. Is anyone there?

Glancing down at her watch, Glenda smiled. Right on cue, the fucking asshole.

Picking up the receiver she spoke into it.

\Hi, hon, where are you?\

She paused and listened for a few moments.

\Oh, that\'s too bad. so that means that you won\'t be home tonight. Oh, well, I guess if you have to, you have to. well, be careful. and, by the way, Billy and I have a little surprise for you when you get home.\

Dropping the receiver back into its cradle, she turned and saw that Billy was apoplectic, his face purple and he was having difficulty breathing.

\Mom, what did you mean.\ he gasped out, staring at her in shock.

\You\'ll see,\ she laughed softly, \this is the beginning of something really special between you and I.\