Kenny grinned cockily.
"And you will, too," she said. "But let me tell you something; I wasn't thinking about you while Doug was kissing me and rubbing my cunt. The next time I go out with him, you're staying home. I think maybe I'll let him go all the way, too. What have you got to say to that?"
Kenny winced. He gulped, squirming a little as hie thought about what she'd said.
This is more like it! Marge thought. I shouldn't taunt him that way but I can't help it. He's so cute when he's jealous!
"He put my hand on his cock," Marge went on as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. "I wouldn't let him take it out, but I fondled it through his trousers. It felt like it was nearly as big as that cucumber you've got there, Son."
"Shut up!" Kenny yelled.
Marge smiled and rubbed her crotch. "It was hard as a rock, too. Damn, it felt good! Mmmmm! Yes, I believe I will let him stick it in me Saturday night. That's when he's taking me out again. By myself this time, and…"
"Mama, please!" Kenny wailed. "Don't talk that way!"
She removed her panties and started unhooking her nylon hose from her garter belt. "Your peter's twitching, Kenny. I think you're about to cum, aren't you? Tell Mother, does it make you jealous, knowing that Doug is going to fuck me?"
"Yes!"
"But there's nothing you can do about it, is there, sonny boy? Your little balls, do they feel all hot and achy for me?"
He nodded tightly. "Come to bed!"
"Of course, precious," she cooed and, dropping her garter belt to the floor, she sat down on the edge of the bed to remove her nylons.
This would be the fourth time she'd let him make love to her. Not that he hadn't wanted to more than that, almost every night in fact, but generally she would only let him feel her twat through her panties before she pushed him away and told him to go to sleep. Although she couldn't resist giving in to him occasionally, it did make her feel guilty afterward. After all, he was her son, and he wasn't even ten years old yet! She kept telling herself that it wouldn't happen again, but it had, and tonight she just couldn't help herself. She was in one of her wanton moods. In fact, she felt downright licentious, and all she'd had to drink was a brandy hours ago, after the sumptuous supper Doug had bought them before taking them to the concert.
When she lay down completely naked beside her son, he pushed her legs apart and knelt with his head above her groin so he could look at her fascinating hairy hole as he probed its dew-moistened petals with his little-boy's fingers.
"You should always kiss a lady first," she told him. "Not just dive at her cunt."
"Shit," he replied. "You're no lady. You're my hot-assed mother!"
"Mmmmm!" she purred, and tousled his neatly trimmed sandy hair. "Be careful what you say, darling. You know how hot it makes me when you talk that way. Unless you think you can handle a wild woman, watch what you say."
"Wild woman!" he huffed. "Cock-hungry slut is more like it!" He captured her erecting clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a tweak.
"Ohhhhhh! Oh, you little bugger!" Marge moaned, rolling her rump to egg him on. "How I love you, Kenny! You're so sweet I could just eat you up sometimes!"
"You're always saying that!" he snapped as he scrambled up over her and sat down on her chest, his legs pinning her arms to the bed. "Now do it! Suck my dick! The way you did Frank's!"
"Kenny, no!" she scolded. "You know I won't do that! I don't like it!"
Kenny wouldn't be put off this time. She'd done it for Frank and, now that he'd taken the man's place, she could damn well do it for him, too. He skinned back his three-and-a-half incher, picked up his mother's head the way he'd seen her ex-lover do, and began brushing the rosy crown of his pecker back and forth across her closed lips.
"You might not want to, Mama. You didn't want to at first for Frank, either. But you did it, and you liked it, too, didn't you?"
"Noom!" Marge whimpered through her nose, refusing to part her lips for fear she would weaken. She knew she wasn't fooling Kenny, for he'd seen her go bananas blowing Frank. But it made her feel so dirty and depraved to perform fellatio, and she didn't want to sink that low with her own son!
Goddamn you to hell, Frank Dixon! she railed mentally. This is all your fault! Why, oh, why did you have to degrade me in front of Kenny the way you did? Bastard, bastard! I hope you get a disease and your cock rots off! If it hadn't been for you, Kenny and I would still be decent people!
But, again, the damage was already done and despite Marge's protestations, it gave her a lurid thrill to have her little boy holding her down, rubbing his swollen dickhead against her lips. She had the strength but not the desire to throw Kenny off.
"Come on, baby," her child was saying, parroting Frank, she supposed. "Open up. You know you want'a take a suck on my fuckstick."
And, God help her, she did want to!
"Kiss it a little bit," Kenny's voice droned in Marge's ringing ears, as he insistently probed the bluntly rounded tip of his tempting glans penis between her lips. "Come on, lick my knob, and then I'll let you show me what a greedy cocksucker you really are!"
Marge couldn't resist. In a roundabout way, it was her own fault, and she knew it, for teaching Kenny to speak to her this way. It always melted her to hear him talking dirty to her, and this time was no exception. With a mounting sense of delicious humiliation, she pursed her full, red lips around the end of his crown and kissed it wetly.
Smack, smack, smack!
One kiss led to another. She moved her head about, planting fervent kisses all over the rosy surface of her kid's penile bulb.
"That'a girl, Mama!" the child exclaimed. "Lick it now!"
"Yes, yes!" Marge whimpered. She stuck out her pink tongue and swiped it over the forefront of his taut-skinned knob. "Oh, Kenny, we shouldn't be doing this! It makes me feel so dirty!"
"You're gonna suck it!" he told her. "Take me all the way and I'll let you drink the gravy! That's what you want, ain't it, hot ass? A big mouthful of cum?"
She couldn't help laughing. "Oh, precious, stop talking like that bastard Frank. You're just a little boy. You don't have any gravy to give me."
The lad grinned sheepishly. "You're gonna do it, though, aren't you, Mama?"
"I ought to have my head examined," Marge told him. "But, yes, I am going to suck your darling little dick. I want to now, so get off me and lie down. Hurry!"
"You bet!" Kenny squealed. He jumped off his mother and lay down on his back with his legs apart.
Marge knelt between his legs, grasping his appealing goober in one hand and cupping his small, hairless testicles in the other as she leaned over him.
"It's so hard, Son, and hot too!" she sighed, squeezing his stem fondly. "What a sweet little pecker you've got!"
She took the shaft between her red-nailed fingers and drew up on it, forcing the protective hood back up over his glans until the forefront of his prepuce pouted out like a hollow finger of silky flesh. And it certainly was silky, she discovered when she impulsively kissed the loose folds of his protruding foreskin.
"It's so soft and warm!" she exclaimed.
Staring fixedly at his peter, she moistened her lips with her tongue, then, feeling utterly wanton, she wrapped her red oral petals around the distended mass of penile tissue and sucked it into her mouth as far as its elasticity would allow.
"Oh, Mama!" Kenny gasped. It felt lovely to the boy, but watching her do that to his dick was what really excited him.
"Mmmmm… delicious!" Marge sighed, gently nibbling his foreskin with the sharp edges of her front teeth.
Then her lips enclosed the preputial excess again, and Kenny could feel his mother sucking it and licking it at the same time.