"Aaahhhh-gggaaahhhhh… ooooohhhhhhhhh… uuuunnnnnnn… aaaahhhhhh… oooouuuuuuuu… ohh, Jesus Goddd…mmmmmm… aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
She began blubbering incoherently as her all-consuming climax reached its excruciating peak. It was unbelievably good, this fit of agony/ecstasy which had taken, her over body and soul. Marge thought she would die!
Afterward she was limp as the proverbial dishrag. It felt as if every ounce of strength had been wrung out of her weakly twitching body. Her hands were still shaking when she fired up a much-needed cigarette and propped herself up with a pillow.
"You still going out with Doctor Alcorn Saturday night, Mama?"
"Uh-huh," Marge sighed, exhaling a cloud of bluish smoke.
"You gonna let him make love to you?"
Marge smiled. "Honey, I don't know. If he gets me hot enough, I suppose I will."
"He's a nice man," Kenny said.
"Yes, he certainly is," Marge replied.
"I don't think I'd mind too much," Kenny volunteered. "Long as you don't let nobody else but him."
"Oh?" Marge drawled. "Mother's little lover wouldn't be jealous?"
"Oh, I'd be jealous, all right," Kenny admitted. "But if you'll tell me about it when you get home, and let me do it to you, too, then it'd be okay… I think."
This was a pleasant surprise for Marge, her son/lover giving her permission to enjoy Doug's sexual attentions, for the wealthy dentist had quite a hammer on him and she was looking forward to their next date. And the way Kenny had put it, she knew it would only make their incestuous sexing more exciting if she came home well-screwed and told him all about it.
"Okay, you sexy little bugger," she giggled mirthfully. "I'm going to take you up on that. You may be sorry, though. Doug and I are quite attracted to one another, and I get the feeling he's looking for a wife. How would you like it if we decide to get married?"
"Just fine," Kenny grinned, "I like Doctor Alcorn a lot, but I'd be getting home from school a way lot sooner than he'd be getting home from his office, so we'd still have plenty of time to ourselves, wouldn't we?"
Marge laughed softly. She mashed out her cigarette and took her pride and joy into her arms. "Don't you worry, Son. Mother will always have time for her little lover, no matter what else happens."