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"Clint, forget it," she snapped. "Don't you know that that's incest?"

"Hey, look, Mom," he said impatiently, "it's just like the peeping. If nobody knows, nobody's hurt. And nobody ever has to know about you and me. Come on, think what we could for each other."

That was just the problem-Teddi was thinking about it. She thought about her son's cock and how often it got hard and how eager he was to use it. She thought about how she got horny every night and had to beat off, then still felt unsatisfied because what she really craved was a hard cock, not her fingers.

Clint was the perfect answer to her problem. He would be, that is, if he wasn't also her son. She moaned with frustration as he went on squeezing and molding her naked tits. It felt so exciting, and she needed a man's touch so badly. Relief was so close. All she'd have to do was

roll over, slip off her panties, and let him cram his iron-hard teenaged cock into her famished cunt.

So easy-and so wrong.

"Clint, honey, I just can't handle incest," she sighed. "I think I'd better go in the house right now. We'll forget this ever happened."

"Not me," Clint snapped, "I'm not ever gonna forget. And I'm not letting you leave, either, Mom."

She felt him fumbling with the little bows that held her bikini bottoms together. She gave a squeak of alarm and tried to get up, but he easily pinned her, lying half on her. He got the panties open and she felt them slide down off her hips and ass. Then Clint's hand was sliding down between the ripe rounds of her ass and onto the slippery hot flesh of her pussy.

"Honey, nooooo," she whimpered.

"Yes, you want it," he panted, "you want me to touch you down here."

Dammit, it was true. Teddi clawed her towel and creamed helplessly as her horny son began to explore her pussy with his fingers. He ran his hand up and down the molten wet flesh and it felt wonderful. He didn't fumble, either. He'd had a very vivid and extensive sex education from his peeping. He'd watched experts and he'd seen them do everything in the book.

Quickly he found her clit, the most sensitive

spot in her whole body; He began to rub a stiff finger over it, back and forth, giving her hot buzzes of pleasure. She soaked the finger with a big helpless blast of cream. If only her lust hadn't been so powerful, her relief so long overdue, she might have been able to resist him. But she found that she didn't want to resist at all.

"Clint, that's wrong," she said weakly. "You've got to stop."

"Bull," he said hoarsely. "I know you're as horny as I am. Don't think I don't know about it, Mom. I know how horny you get when Dad goes on these long hauls.

Teddi moaned with embarrassment. She'd almost forgotten about that peep hole Clint had drilled in the wall between their bedrooms. Of course he was perfectly well informed about her lust because he must have watched her every night. He knew that when Jim was away, she had to masturbate frantically to ease her loneliness, and her boiling lust. She just didn't have any secrets from her peeping son.

"I've watched you," he said excitedly as he rubbed her clit, "And you can't tell me you're getting enough sex from dad. No way. But I'll give you all you want, Mom. All you have to do is ask."

Teddi found it agony to turn down an offer like that. Sex on demand, right in her house, from a perpetually horny teenaged boy? It was

a love-starved housewife's dream come true. As he massaged her clit faster and faster, she felt her incredible hominess carrying her away, overpowering her rational thoughts.

"Ohhhhh, God, honey, we've got to stop," she whispered.

"No, Mom, I'm gonna get you off," he said.

Abruptly he flipped her over onto her back. It happened so suddenly that Teddi was taken off guard. Her luscious naked tits and her dark bush were exposed to his hungry eyes. She saw that his swimming trunks were obscenely tented by his engorged cock. Groaning, he pushed her thighs open and went belly down between them, his hot breath on her naked silt.

"Ohhhhh, God, unnnhhbh," Teddi moaned in ecstasy.

He was licking her pussy, and she just couldn't resist that. God help her, it was just too much. She'd been pushed and pushed by Jim's long absences, she'd fought to keep her lust under control, but she needed this. She needed it desperately. With a hungry moan she opened her thighs all the way, offering her entire hot pussy to her son's hungrily lashing tongue.

"Ohhhhh, yes, baby, yes," she whimpered. "Lick me, don't stop."

Clint felt a surge of triumph. His pretty mom had given in at last. For weeks he'd been dreaming

of this conquest and for more weeks he'd been planning it, never sure of his success. But from what he'd seen night after night in the master bedroom, he felt his mother was ripe for the taking.

Clint wasn't even sure what had led him to drill that hole in the first place. Maybe his curiosity had just gotten the better of him. Ever since he could remember, these strange sounds had been coming from his folks' bedroom at night, moans and sighs and growls and squeals. Finally he just had to know what it was all about. Of course he had a pretty good idea.

At first he'd watched them fuck, and when his dad wasn't home, he'd never thought to look through the hole. No fucking, no action-that was how he'd figured it. But had he ever been wrong! One night when dad was away, he'd heard moans and squeals and sighs coming from the master bedroom, the same sounds mom always made when dad fucked her or went down on her.

Fascinated, wondering if his mother had taken a lover, Glint had rushed to his spy hole, only to find Teddi all alone. She was making love to herself, using her fingers. The sight turned Clint on like nothing else ever had. Night after night he watched his horny mother masturbate, and when she was finished, he'd go to his bed and jack off as he replayed the scene in his

Of course that led him to thinking about how he could help her out and what she could do for him. The set-up seemed so perfect. They were both so horny much of the time and they both needed a partner so badly. Clint had been building up to this moment for weeks. Hungrily he raked his tongue over his mom's burning hot pussy while she clawed the beach towel and whimpered in ecstasy. Her tangy-tasting cream was spurting right into his face.

"Ohhhhhh, honey, I love it," she sobbed. "I love it so much."

"I'll give you all you want, Mom," Clint promised hoarsely.

This was the first time he'd had anything to do with a girl, the first pussy he'd ever eaten, but he was getting off on it like mad, gobbling up her musky cream as fast as he could get it. She fed him a steady supply of it, creaming helplessly as he raked his tongue over the swollen wet flesh of her cuntgash.

He just had to show her how much pleasure he could give her and how he could relieve the nagging lust she felt whenever dad was on the road. Then she'd be hooked. She'd turn to him every time she needed some loving, and he'd be ready.

"Tell me where you like it best," he panted. "I'll do it any way you want it."

Teddi couldn't resist. She adores having her pussy licked, and having come this far, she couldn't stop. She folded back the dark fur of her bush and showed him the small hooded lump of her clit.

"Right there, honey," she said breathlessly. "That's my clit, and I love to be licked and sucked there."

Clint nodded eagerly and got to work. Teddi almost screamed with pleasure as his stiff tongue tip hit her ultrasensitive clit, then reminded herself that they were outdoors and that the neighbors could hear them, even if they couldn't see them. She just gurgled and sighed and gave little squeals of delight while Clint flicked the pointed tip of his tongue up and down over her pulsating clit.

"Oooooo, yesssss," she gurgled, "that's it, baby, that's fantastic."

Clint wasn't totally ignorant of pussy-eating. He'd watched a lot of it. He'd observed how the experts did it and he put their techniques into practice now. His mother's hot response told him how well those techniques were working. Her molten pussy cream was boiling into his face and she was moaning steadily and hoarsely. Obviously his peeping time had served him well.