Then she thrust her hand between her legs. Diane dipped two fingers into her steaming pussy and started to jack off. But she realized shortly that her fingers wouldn't be enough tonight. She needed the dildo.
It was under a bunch of towels in the cabinet over the sink, where her husband would be least likely to find it. Diane withdrew it from its hiding place and stretched out on the floor this time. She spread her legs and whimpered with pleasure as she slid the dildo slowly up her gooey, churning cunt.
Fuck me, Kenny, she thought. Fuck me, fuck your mother.
The dildo was long and thick, and it felt incredibly good as she fucked it into her hungry pussy. Diane was surprised as remembered images of Mike's huge cock flooded through her mind. Mike was too big for her, too cruel. She didn't want to fuck him. She wanted Kenny.
Or did she? Grunting, Diane bounced her ass off the cool tiled floor, feeling her pussy muscles suck needfully on the dildo's plastic shaft. She didn't know what she wanted anymore. She felt she was losing control of herself, that she was no longer responsible for her actions. Her darling son Kenny… Mike's huge cock, pushing into Penny's eager asshole all seemed to merge into one.
Fuck me, Kenny, Diane thought deliriously. I need you, Son. Fuck your mother hard.
CHAPTER SIX
That weekend, Kenny came down with a mild case of the flu. As Saturday and Sunday passed, Diane both feared and hoped that he would be too sick to go to school on Monday. Her fears and hopes came true; Kenny still had a mild fever, and Monday morning found Diane all alone in the house with her son.
She'd been doing everything she could to fight her incestuous urges for him ever since seeing Mike fucking Penny up the ass. Now the temptation was difficult to resist. Kenny was upstairs, naked under the covers. She had to fix him lunch and bring it to him. He didn't have anyone to talk to except her. What if…
Diane suppressed the thought and put the finishing touches on a tuna fish sandwich. Then, carrying a small tray, she walked upstairs to Kenny's room. Deliberately she had avoided dressing so she could continue wearing the bathrobe, knowing how easy it was to shrug her shoulders and make the halves gap open to expose her cleavage. She didn't like to admit to herself how close she was to giving in to her forbidden lust.
"It's me, darling. Lunch time," she said, rapping lightly on his door. "Are you decent?"
"I'm just in bed," Kenny replied. "Come on in."
Diane entered her son's room. Kenny was sitting up in bed, with the covers up to his waist. He was naked, and Diane had to force herself to take her eyes from his slim, leanly muscled chest. Already she could feel her nipples stiffening, could feel the anxious heat penetrating her hairy cunt.
"Tuna on wheat," she said, putting the tray on the little stand next to the bed. Diane sat on the edge of the mattress and looked at him lovingly. "Lots of protein for you to get strong on. Did you have a nice sleep."
"Aw, I slept for a little while," Kenny murmured. "I really don't feel that sick. It's just that my nose is all stopped up."
"Well, better safe than sorry. You could have taken the chance of going back today, but I think you were right to stay home. Nothing wrong with taking a few precautions…"
Diane abruptly stopped speaking. Something was different in her son's face; he was looking at her a little strangely, almost nervously.
Then she realized that his gaze, wasn't focused on her face. It was riveted to her enormous tits.
"Do you want me to get you a glass of milk to go with the sandwich, Kenny?" she asked nervously.
"Naw, I'm okay. I'll eat it later."
Eat it later. Eat her cunt… Diane was so horny that everything said seemed to have an obscene connotation. Her conscience told her to leave immediately, to go downstairs and fingerfuck some more if that would do any good. Kenny's quick glance at her tits had turned her on more than anything, even seeing Mike fucking Penny up the ass. It meant that he was aroused by her. She was close to losing control.
A second later she knew that she'd already lost it, that she'd reached the decision to seduce her teenage son.
"How do you think you got your cold, Kenny?" she asked, deliberately moving her shoulders. The robe loosened; several more inches of deep, milk-white cleavage were exposed in the gap.
And Kenny looked at it, looked at it hard. "I dunno," he said softly. "Maybe I wasn't getting enough sleep."
Sleep. Sleep with me… fucking me… "Well, you've never needed very much, have you, Kenny? Not like your brother."
She shrugged her shoulders again, and the robe fell halfway open. Her huge D-cup tits were almost completely exposed, so much so that the sides of her dark-pink nipples peeked out.
Kenny was too busy staring at her tits to reply right away. Something was moving under the blankets, Diane saw. She almost gasped aloud when she realized it was his stiffening cock.
"I need about six hours."
"You do, do you? Six hours?"
Diane didn't dare move her shoulders again, but it was soon apparent that she didn't have to. Kenny blushed as the bulge under the blankets grew and grew and grew. Soon it had formed a tent under the covers, pulsing too obscenely to be ignored.
"Why, Kenny," Diane gasped. "Have I done something to excite you? You seem to have quite an… erection there."
Looking embarrassed, Kenny lowered his head. "Sorry."
"Well, there's nothing to be sorry about."
Diane was so torn with lust that her expression was cracking. She felt like she had no control. "It's natural for boys your age to get such enormous, I mean, frequent hard-ons. Do you often get a stiff cock like that, Kenny?"
Her lust should have been obvious, but Kenny was too wrapped up in his own embarrassment to notice. "Yeah," he whispered. "All the time."
"It's not healthy for you to go without a sexual release, Son. Don't you ever masturbate?"
Kenny smiled shyly. "I do that all the time too. I don't know. I just can't stop being horny."
Can't stop being horny. Can't stop being horny…
"Well, why do you have a stiff cock now, Kenny?" she said, her voice breaking. "Is it from looking at me? Your own mother?"
Kenny blushed fiercely and started to speak. Then he gasped as Diane thrust her hand under the covers and wrapped her, hand hungrily around the bloated thickness of his cock.
"Jesus, Mom!"
"Don't lie to me, darling. I can feel for myself how stiff your dick is. You don't have to feel ashamed of being horny for me. I am your mother. The least I can do is give you relief."
The she pulled the covers down his thighs, exposing his huge throbbing cock. Kenny gasped as his mother furiously began to beat his meat, stroking and tugging the pink, veined flesh of his cock.
"Does that feel good, Son?" Diane asked, shaking all over. "Is that making your big beautiful prick feel better? You like my hand on your big, fat hard-on, don't you, Son?"
Kenny groaned and let his head fall back to the pillow, giving in to the rhythm of his mother's hand job. Diane stared at her fist pumping on his swollen cock. She could hardly believe that she was doing this, and all at once she felt incredibly ashamed. But she was much too horny to stop.
"What did I do to give you such a big, stiff boner, Kenny? Were you looking at my tits? Is that it?"
Kenny gulped and nodded his head. With her free hand, Diane pulled the halves of her robe apart completely. Her tits were enormous, pendulous globes hanging on her chest like melons, capped by silver-dollar-sized nipples crinkled stiff with arousal. The horny mother shook her shoulders, making her huge tits jiggle and dance. Kenny's cock grew as hard as stone in her hand.
"Oh fuck, Mom! Oh, fuck!"
"Why don't you touch them, Kenny?" Diane whispered. "You can even suck them if you want to. You can do anything to me that you want. I love you so much."