THE TRAIN RIDE

(The Storm)



Billy watched the train coast into the station. Glancing down at his

watch, he saw that it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. He

had been waiting for the train almost an hour.



The smell of diesel and hot metal washed over him as the train slowly

inched down the track. Looking down the line of dirty silver cars, he

saw a very buxom lady frantically waving in his direction. His eyes

locked on her breasts as they jiggled and threatened to spill out of

her dress at any moment. As the train drew closer, he was finally

able to tear his eyes away from lady's breasts and he realized that it

was his mother. Embarrassed that he had been ogling his mother's

breasts, he grinned foolishly and waved back at her.



Watching her lean farther and farther out the window, he picked up

his suitcase and trotted down the platform toward her. He hoped she

wouldn't fall out on her head before he got to her.



"Hi, Mom," he puffed, arriving under her window.

Setting his bag down, he reached up and tried to push her back into

the train.



"Oh, My Little Baby, I'm so happy to see you," she bubbled,

pushing

his hands away and leaning down to give him a wet, slobbery kiss.



"I'm happy to see you too," he grinned up at her, "but, you'd

better

watch out or you'll fall out of the train."



She was now leaning out the window so far her dress had fallen open

revealing a great deal of her big, soft white breasts. He tried not

to look at them, but the temptation was too great. As his eyes dipped

down to the swollen mountains of soft pink flesh, he felt himself

blush. Despite his embarrassment, he couldn't help noticing how

beautiful and full they were as he peered down her dress.



"You'd better stop leaning out so far or you'll fall," he

repeated

himself, trying to push her back up and remove the temptation.



"I was just so excited to see you," she laughed, slowly

letting him

push her back.



"Hurry up, Baby and get on board. I can't wait to give you a

great

big hug," she gushed.



Picking up his bag, he hurried over to the door and started to open

it. As he did, the door suddenly opened and he was greeted by the

conductor.



"Right this way, Sir," the conductor said, taking his bag and

leading

Billy down the hallway.



Then Billy smiled as he saw his mother standing in the doorway

waiting for him.



"Oh, My Honey," she blurted out, grabbing him and giving him a

big

hug, "finally."



The smell of his mother's intoxicating perfume and the lingering

fragrance of alcohol on her breath greeted him as he took her into his

arms. Hugging her back, he felt her big, soft breasts flatten out

against his chest. His mother hadn't changed a bit, he thought. She

was still a very affectionate woman.



"Put his bag in the next compartment, please," he heard her

tell the

conductor as she finally stepped back away from him.



"Come on inside," she told him, taking his hand and pulling

him

inside, "I have so much to tell you."



Sitting down on the settee, he watched her reach into her purse and

bring some money. Smiling at Billy, she waited as the conductor put

the bag into the adjoining cabin and closed the door behind him.



"Uh, Mr. Conductor, could you bring us a bottle of Canadian

Club, a

six pack of coke and another glass?" she smiled handing him two twenty

dollar bills.



The conductor smiled back at her lecherously as he took the money.



"It's not what you think," she told him as she started to

close the

door, "he's my son."



"Uh, Yes, Ma'am," the conductor grinned back at her, winking.



"Really, he is," she said, her smile disappearing.



"Yes'm" he returned, his leer now gone.

As his mother talked to the conductor, Billy looked around the cabin

and saw another empty bottle of CC sitting on the end table.

Although, his mother didn't appear drunk, it was apparent she had had

a few drinks before he had arrived.



Closing the door, she turned and looked at him. She didn't speak for

the longest time as she stood looking down at him affectionately.

Billy felt himself blush as his mother adoringly stared at him.

Finally, she sat down beside him.



"God, it is good to see you," she sighed, taking hold of his

hand and

giving it a hard squeeze. "You're all I've got now."



She began to talk. It was as if the floodgates had opened and the

words poured out. Even though they had talked several times since the

divorce, she repeated her side of the story. She seemed to be trying

to convince him of her innocence in the divorce.



Billy knew that his father had left her for a younger woman. Billy

had thought his mother was handling it quite well, but now face to

face with her, he could see the damage it had done to her psyche. He

could see wrinkles around her eyes that hadn't been there six months

earlier. She looked tired and drawn. Still, the old spark of

defiance was in her eyes, but he could see a hollow emptiness behind

that spark.



All at once, she started to cry.



Just as she did, there was a knock at the door. Waiting for a moment,

he watched her reach into her purse and pull out a soft, lacy

handkerchief. She stopped sniffing and dabbed at her tears as he went

to the door.



It was the conductor with her order. Taking it from the conductor, he

told him to keep the change and closed the door. Setting the liquor

in front of his mother, he watched as she opened the bottle and

shakily filled their glasses with booze, coke and ice.

She handed him his drink and leaned back. He watched her as she

thirstily took a long pull on her drink. She set her glass down and

took a deep breath. Once again, she began to unload her burden of

depression, guilt, blame onto him.



She repeated the story of how Billy's father had left her without any

notice. He had just left one day without so much as a how-do-you-do.

He had run off with his secretary and they were now living somewhere

in the Bahamas.



Billy knew this much. He had talked with his father after the

divorce. His father had said it was all his fault and that Billy

shouldn't blame his mother for anything that had happened. He had

offered no excuses or alibis for what he had done. He had just stated

that he found Gloria, his secretary to be more compatible with his

current lifestyle. He was independently wealthy, he saw no reason why

he shouldn't benefit from his wealth enjoy life the way he wanted to

enjoy it. Unfortunately, Billy's mother, Maureen wasn't part of that

deal. He did tell Billy that he had left Maureen very well off

financially.



Billy sat sipping his drink, listening to his mother unload her

troubles onto him.



Then all at once, she stopped talking. Setting her drink down, she

reached out and pulled him to her.



"I don't think I can ever trust any other man, but you," she

said

emphatically.



Before he could answer, the train jerked to life and started to move.

As it did, it lurched and his mother fell against him. Instinctively

reaching out to brace herself, she accidentally plunged her hand

down into his crotch where it landed squarely on top of his semi-erect

penis.



Momentarily pinned against him by the train's momentum, she didn't

move her hand for several seconds. At last, as the train slowed

again, she moved away from him.



"I'm sorry," she gushed, a red tinge spreading over her face.

"I

didn't hurt you did I?"



"No, you didn't hurt me," he told her, taking another drink

trying to

hide his own embarrassment.



Neither of them spoke for several moments as they listened to the

sound of the train picking up speed. Soon the train was speeding

along as they adapted to its slight swaying vibration.

His mother reached out and took his hand as she began to talk again.

Holding onto his hand for dear life, she acted like he would leave her

too, if she didn't hold onto him. Billy agonized for her. She had

been deeply hurt. Now it seemed as if he was her only salvation. He

wanted her to get it all off her chest so he let her go on and on.

As he sat listening and sipping his drink, his mother would talk a

while and then cry for a while. Comforting her the best he could, he

could only give her a reassuring hug every once in a while.

Then abruptly, she stopped crying. Turning away from him, she blankly

stared out the train window at the landscape speeding by outside. She

seemed to be deep in thought.



Sitting back, sipping on his drink, Billy absent-mindedly checked her

for any other signs of mental or physical deterioration. There were

no other visible signs of the obvious strain she was under, but Billy

could sense the tenseness in her carriage.



He could only wonder what had possessed his father to leave her. She

was still a stunningly beautiful woman even at forty-seven. As she

continued to stare out the window, he unconsciously appraised her.

Her long, silky, red hair fell down over her shoulders, framing her

face. It was a face that could grace any fashion magazine, even as

tired and haggard as she appeared to him. He felt a slight twinge of

shame as he admired her big, heavy breasts swelling out proudly above

her flat, trim belly. Quickly running his eyes down her statuesque,

graceful legs, tucked up under her firm, rounded buttocks, he conceded

that she was beautiful. Then again, he was biased. Still, she was an

exceptional beauty and Billy came to the conclusion that his father

must be stupid to leave her.



He knew that she would have no trouble finding another man, if she

ever decided to start looking again. But right at the moment, she

didn't seem emotionally capable of handling another relationship.

She must have told him ten times that she could never trust any other

man now. She could only trust him.



It was sad that his parents had divorced after twenty years of

marriage. It seemed to have devastated his mother and left a big,

ghastly scar on her ego. That scar might not ever heal, Billy

thought sadly.



Finally, turning from the window, she smiled at him and poured

herself

another drink.



"More?" she asked him, holding the bottle out with shaking

hands.



"Sure, but just a little though," he told her holding out his

glass.

Her hand trembled slightly and the bottle tinkled against his glass as

she refilled it. Setting the bottle down, she scooted over next to

him again. Snuggling up against him, she began to cry softly again.



"Oh, I am so very, very glad you're here," she wept softly, "I

have

been so lonely and unhappy. But now, I feel safe and happy and, and

all warm inside."



"You know you can come to me anytime, Mom," he told her,

gently

pulling her up against him and giving her kiss on the top of her head.

"For anything."



"Oh, Thank you, you don't know how much it means to have

someone you

can turn to for comfort, or.............Anything," she sniffed, the

flow of tears finally slowing, "Thank you so much. Thank you for just

being you."



Neither of them spoke for several moments as they sat holding each

other. Then she looked up at him with the most serious look on her

face.



"Billy, Do, uh, could, uh," she started to say.

Just then there was a knock on the door.



"I'll get it," he said, getting up.

Opening the door, he found the conductor standing there.



"The dining car is now open," he said.



"Thanks," Billy told him, closing the door.



"What were you going to say, Mother," he asked her as he sat

back down

beside her.



"Oh, nothing," she smiled weakly, "nothing that can't wait."



"Good, because I'm hungry," he told her.



"Me, too," she agreed. "Let's go eat."



Giving his mother one last hug, Billy went to his cabin to tidy up.

When he returned to his mother's room, her mood had improved

noticeably.



Giving her a peck on the cheek, Billy took her hand and they set off

for the dining car. Billy was glad to see her laughing and smiling as

they bumped and brushed against each other in the tight confines of

the small hallway. Both of them were just a little tipsy making it

difficult to walk as the train swayed along. Laughing and tittering

like two drunken teenagers, they finally made it to the dining car.

Hoping that she was over her crying jag, he smiled and opened the door

for her.



They were immediately seated by their waiter.



Sitting at the table, his mother took hold held onto his hand tightly.

She seemed afraid to let him go, even as they had a couple more drinks

waiting for their meal. Billy was beginning to feel a little self

conscious as his mother fawned over him, but he didn't stop her.



"I don't know if I can ever let you go," she said softly,

giving his

hand another squeeze as she took another sip of her drink. "You are my

only man now."



Growing more self-conscious by the minute, he was relieved when their

food finally arrived and she had to let go of his hand.

They made small talk as they ate and before they knew the meal was

finished.



After dinner, she signed the tab and took his hand again. Leading

him out of the dining car, she tugged him down to the lounge car.

Finding an empty table, they sat down and ordered still another drink.

They talked for a while, but about half way through his drink, Billy

felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. Gulping the rest of his

drink down, he set his glass down.



"Mom, I've had a long day," he yawned. "I think I'm going back

and hit

the sack."



"Oh, so soon," she whined.



"I'm afraid so," he grinned sleepily, "I can barely keep my

eyes

open."



"Oh, well, okay, go ahead," she told him, pouting sadly, "I'm

going to

stay her for a while and have a nightcap. I'll be down later."



"Okay, but be careful," he told her, "you've had a lot to

drink

today."



"I know," she smiled warmly, leaning over and giving him a

soft,

gentle kiss on the cheek, "I know what I'm doing. You go ahead and

go to bed and I'll be down to tuck you in later."



"I doubt that I will be awake for that long," he laughed,

standing up

beside her.



Smiling subtlety, she reached over and gave his thigh an intimate

squeeze.



"That's okay, it won't make any difference," she said, looking

up at

him with a funny little smile on her lips.



Stopping at the door, he turned and looked back at her. He saw her

wave at him. He stopped and waved back at her as she blew him a kiss.

He wondered what she had meant, when she said it wouldn't make any

difference, but was too groggy to worry about it.



As he walked down the corridor, he realized that he was quite tipsy.

Suddenly all of the day's events seemed to settle down onto his

shoulders all at once. It seemed to take him hours to reach his

cabin, but at last he stumbled into it. He wearily undressed and

crawled into his bunk. He knew that he should put his pajama's on,

but he was just too tired to care.



Within moments, he was asleep.



ENDING ONE (The Conquest)



He didn't know what time it was when he heard someone fumbling with

the lock on his door. Trying to see what time it was, he was suddenly

blinded by a brief flash of light as the door opened. Blinking

drunkenly, he saw the silhouette of his mother standing in the door

swaying with the rhythm of the train.



He pretended to be asleep, but watched her lurch into the

small cabin.

The faint night light bathed the room in a soft fuzzy glow as he

watched her reel over to the couch and flop down on it. She peered

over at him. She looked befuddled as she peered at him. He kept his

eyes squinted, but he could still vaguely make her out in the dim

light.



She didn't move for several moments. She just sat there

looking at

him. Then the train sped by a brightly lit station and the cabin was

briefly awash with light. This seemed to stir her from her reverie as

she turned and looked out the window. She sat looking out the window

at the at the lights that flashed by outside the speeding train. She

didn't move for several moments. Then she slowly started unbuttoning

her blouse. Her fingers crept down her blouse releasing button after

button, until at last it was open.



What was she doing, Billy wondered? Didn't she know she was in the

wrong cabin?



The darkness made it hard to see. Still, in the faint glow of the

night-light, he saw her suddenly twitch her shoulders and her blouse

slipped off her shoulders. Her lace covered bosom was now exposed.

The same mountainous pillows of flesh he had sneaked a peek at earlier

that day were now once again partially revealed to him. Staring down

at her imposing breasts, hidden only by the frilly softness of her

brassiere, he felt his cock lurch with perverse excitement. He hated

himself for watching her undress, but he couldn't stop himself. He

knew he should say something to warn her of her mistake, but he

couldn't bring himself to speak.



Then his heart threatened to stop as he watched her reach behind her

back. After a few moments, his mouth suddenly went dry as the soft,

fragile tangle of lace and embroidery slipped down her arms baring her

great, white breasts. Even in the soft dimness of the cabin, he could

see them quiver and jiggle provocatively as she drunkenly rose to her

feet. Staring at the beautiful, drooping mountains of flesh capped

with even darker swollen cups, he felt a perverted desire to suck on

them as he had done as a child. He couldn't believe that this was

actually happening.



As he secretly watched on, he couldn't believe his eyes as his mother

hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her skirt. Then one quick

jerk, she thrust her skirt and panties down her long, curvaceous legs.

Releasing them, she staggered out of the pile of clothes and stood

before her son as naked as the day she had been born.



He nearly had a heart attack as he openly gawked her. Scarcely able

to breathe, he dropped his eyes downward. The cabin was too dark to

make out much, but he was still able to make out the dark, mystic

triangle of darkness covering the base of her stomach.



The simple act of seeing his mother naked was almost too much for him.

He felt his cock jerk and threaten to explode at any moment.



Straining to control this urge, he hated himself for what he was doing

and thinking. Still, he couldn't stop staring at her nakedness.

His mouth was dry and his heart was pounding a hundred miles an hour

as he waited to see what she would do next.



Why was he so sinfully excited by seeing his mother nude? He had

never had any sexual thoughts about his mother before, but now he was

definitely aroused by her nakedness.



He had a strange feeling about her. He couldn't explain it. Maybe

because his father was gone, he was now "the man" of the family. He

couldn't put his finger on it, but there was a definite difference in

the way they had acted toward each other all afternoon and night. It

was on a much more adult level, almost like equals. With this, there

was an air of eroticism about their interaction. Something dark and

foreboding was taking place in his heart. He was afraid of what might

happen, but did nothing to stop it.



Lying there watching her, he suddenly realized that his hand

was

wrapped around his rock hard cock. He now regretted his earlier

decision to sleep in the nude.



His mother stood in the center of the car for the longest time,

quietly swaying with the rhythm of the rocking train. Finally, she

stumbled over to the small couch and sat down. Then he heard her

quietly sobbing.



Filled with compassion for her, he hated to see her hurting. But what

could he do? They were both naked and he didn't know what would

happen if he did go to her. Torn with indecision, he didn't know what

to do. Should he ignore her? Or Should he try and comfort her?

Waiting, he hoped that she would stop crying.

After several minutes, he realized her crying was growing louder and

it didn't look like she was going to stop.

Finally, taking a deep breath, he decided it was time to act.



"What's wrong, Mom?" he finally asked her.



"Oh, Billy," she sniffed, "I didn't mean to wake you."



"It's okay. What's wrong?"



"Oh, I just feel so all alone, and, and unwanted," she

blubbered out.



"Oh, Mother," he said, slowly rolling out of bed, "I'm so

sorry."

Taking a deep breath, he shuffled over to where she sat and dropped

down beside her. Taking her into his arms, he pulled her up to him

tightly.



She seemed oblivious of their nudity as she quickly wrapped her arms

around him.



"Oh, My, Baby," she sobbed, with tears rolling down her

cheeks.



Billy buried his face in the soft, lushness of her hair as he

held her

tightly pressed against him. He was intoxicated by the exotic

fragrance of her sweet perfume and the soft heat of her body. The

fragrance dredged up old memories of his childhood when his mother

would hold him to comfort him. Breathing deeply, he inhaled her scent

and felt himself reliving a time long, long ago. He could remember

how good it felt to bury his face in his mother's big, soft breasts

when he needed solace from the world's woes. Now, he became acutely

aware of his mother's hot, hard nipples pressing against his chest.

He was acutely aware of his sick arousal as his cock pounded painfully

close to an eruption.



"Oh, Mother, I Love you," he moaned, hoping she wouldn't

notice his

obvious arousal.



"I Love you, too," she wept, hugging him even tighter.



"You'll never be alone," he groaned, "because, I'll always be

here for

you."



"Oh, My, Baby, I Love you so very, very much," she cried out,

turning

and kissing his cheek.



Feeling her hot, wet lips on his cheek, he turned his head and

suddenly their lips touched. Sparks flew as uncontrollable passion

consumed him. His eyes closed, he crushed his mouth down onto hers as

his tongue snaked into her mouth.



For a split second, she recoiled back away from him as time

seemed to

stop. Then, with a whimper, she crushed her mouth against his as her

tongue fought its way into his mouth.

Their arms tightened around each other, squeezing and pulling them

together as they kissed long and deeply. Crushed against each other,

they sought to become one as their mouths slavered against each other.

Billy felt her hot, digging tongue digging and probing his mouth

hungrily as her long, sharp fingernails dug into his back.

Finally, they had to break for breath.



"OH, GOD," he gasped as their lips broke and their bodies

momentarily

parted.



Then an explosion of adrenaline tore through his brain as he felt his

mother's hand find his hot, jutting maleness.



"OMMmmmmmmm," she groaned as he quickly covered her hot,

sucking mouth

with his lips again.



His heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it would burst out of his

chest any second. Still they kissed, deeply and voraciously. Whining

with desire, he fought against cumming as his great, jutting spear of

love stuck up out of his crotch ripe and ready for love. Yet another

detonation of perversity went off inside of him as he felt his

mother's hot, soft hand squeeze the granite hardness of his

near-bursting mancock. His excitement was so great, he felt like his

cock was ten feet long and as big around as a telephone pole. He had

never known such wicked delight in his whole life.

Then they had to break for air again.



"OH, MY GOD," he heard his mother groan as her hand explored

the

thick, swollen hardness of his penis.



"It's huge," she whispered, running her hand up and down the

length of

his manhood.



Billy had always been proud of the size of his cock, but now his heart

nearly burst with sick vanity. He had always known that he was large,

but hadn't realized how large his eleven and half inch warrior was

until he had started dating. Now his mother was touching the very

monster she had had a part in creating.



Clutching him in her hot, clutching hand, she seemed to be measuring

its enormity.



Suddenly, he felt her hand leave his bloated potency. Wondering if

she had regained her sanity, he watched as she scooted back away from

him. Sadly, he knew that she had come to her senses and was trying to

distance herself from him. His heart was torn in two with desire for

her and anger at his stupidity. Then he saw that she was lying down

on her back. Then with disbelief and renewed excitement, he saw her

seductively began to spread her legs apart.



This couldn't be happening, he thought as her long, beautifully shaped

legs spread open wider and wider. Another shot of adrenaline poured

through his body as his cock lurched and throbbed with heinous

excitement. Instead of rejecting him, his mother was opening the gate

of her soul to him. Wider and wider, her soft, firm thighs opened.

It was too dark to see "The Place," but he knew that it was there.

The wellspring of his very being. The fiery pit where he had been

born by the invasion of his father's own love weapon. The wondrous,

inflamed place of his creation. It was there. But, now it was open

and waiting for him, not his father. It was his to have just as it

had been for his father on that night so long ago. Every nerve in his

body was tingling with a depraved need for release, that could only be

satisfied in one way.



At last his mother lay before him open completely and at his mercy.

Then she reached up for him. Shuddering, he jumped to his feet and

crawled onto the couch.



His knees moved up between his mother's outstretched legs as he

hovered above her. Then he stopped. It was as if some deep primitive

stirring was preventing him from possessing her. He seemed restrained

by some ingrained instinct.



He stood on his hands and knees above her, paralyzed and unable to

move. Throwing his head back with anger and frustration, he saw the

lights speed by outside. They flashed by like the eyes of demoniac

creatures looking in on the disgusting picture of a son preparing to

have mount his mother. To have sex with his mother. To fuck his own

mother. Then suddenly, the car was filled with an unholy brilliance

as a flash of lightning lit up the night sky. In that brief explosion

of light, he saw his mother sprawled out before him in all her wicked

nakedness. His eyes were instantly drawn down to the waiting gash

between her widespread legs, but the light flashed out before he could

focus on it.



Then another flash of lightning. This time he saw her gaping

womanhood glistening wetly as she bared herself for him. In the

moment it took for the lightning to consume itself, the image of his

huge, evil serpent poised above his mother's dripping, waiting wetness

was indelibly imprinted into his memory. He would never be able to

forget the sight.



He seemed be lost in some perverse, wicked fairy tale. None of it

seemed real. Even his gigantic headed monster that was prepared to

strike and inject its malignant venom deep inside her waiting wound

seemed unreal. His mind was trying to trick into thinking the whole

scene was a sham.



Suddenly, a hammering clamor of noise filled the car as the train

rushed headlong into a raging torrent of rain. The noise was so loud,

he couldn't think, but it also jarred him out of his stupor. The

primitive barrier that had held him back from her was shattered, gone,

driven away by the deafening hammering inside his head. Now nothing

could prevent the inevitable. Nothing could stop him from possessing

her. He would have her as a lover, as a man, as her new soul mate.

Now nothing could stop the consummation of their incestuous marriage.



The gods vented their wrath as a great clap of thunder shook their car

and he slowly lowered his malignant weapon down toward her drooling

motherhood. Nothing could stop him from possessing her now.

His mother appeared to embrace her unavoidable fate. She seemed to

sense his raging need. She must have known that nothing she could do

now would prevent his hellish return to his birthplace.

He knew she had given herself to him totally as he felt her hand grasp

his throbbing hardness and roughly guide it down to the waiting core

of her womanhood.



Then he felt the painfully sensitive head of his cock touch the soft,

hot softness of his mother's love wound.



"Oh, Fucking God," he wheezed.



Using every ounce of willpower he had, he tried to keep from slamming

his cock into her. Delighting in wicked sensation of his mother's

cunt slowly enveloping his cock, he threw back his head and screamed

out in conquest. Like some conquering lion, he roared out his triumph

as he continued slide his potent manhood deeper and deeper into the

hot, clutching depths of his mother's cunt.



She accepted his domination eagerly. Hungrily clutching and squeezing

his cock with her cunt, she sucked him deeper and deeper into churning

heat of her ruinous chasm.



The wedding of their sexes sparked and fumed with malignant delight as

each of them was drawn deeper and deeper into the hell-fire of

incestuous love.



His love for her was pouring into her through his huge, invading cock

as it slithered farther and farther into her wet, drooling pit. Like

falling in a dream, he felt he would never fill the wet, sucking hole

between his mother's legs as it devoured his overgrown penis inch by

inch. He felt like he was pushing his giant prod into frothing,

burning cauldron of fire as it inched deeper into her. At

last though, he felt the great bulbous head of his cock thrust up

against his mother's cervix. Even though it felt like he had six feet

of cock buried inside of her, he knew that he still had almost four

inches of his hot, thick cock left outside of her.



Holding himself thrust down inside of her, he felt her hand on his

cock.



"Oh, My, God, there's still more," she groaned out as her hand

measured how much of him remained outside the channel of her cunt.

Then as he bent down to kiss her, he felt her lift her legs and wrap

them around his waist. Holding himself poised above her, he felt her

gently dig her heels into his ass, goading him on. Pushing him down

into her. Grunting, he tightened the muscles in his ass and pushed

down into her. His cock, stiff and unyielding didn't move for a

couple of seconds. Then with a rush, the rest of his cock slithered

inside of her until his entire penis was buried inside his mother's

cunt and his hairy belly ground up against her belly.



"God, Baby, you're so big," she mumbled out as he lifted his

lips from

hers.



"I don't want to hurt you mother," he groaned as he held

himself

thrust down inside her hot, sucking, clutching hole.



"You aren't, Baby," she whispered, pressing her belly up

against him

and wriggling her hips suggestively.



"God, it feels like heaven," he gushed as he felt her milking

his cock

with her cunt.



"Fuck Mommy," she blubbered out as she gave his cock a hard

squeeze,

"fuck Mommy with your great big dick."



Billy slipped over the edge. He lost it. He had never felt such

power and dominion over anyone in his whole life. Something inside

his mind snapped and he became his own father fucking his own mother.

Fucking his mother with his father's cock. Fucking his mother and

recreating himself inside of her. He was insane with desire.



With a cry of conquest, he jerked his cock back and then drove it back

inside her like a mad man. The storm that raged outside hid the

bestial sounds that came spewing from him as he viciously began to

hammer his cock in and out of her.



"Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes, Oh, God, Yes, Baby, Yes," his mother cried

out as

she threw herself up against his every pounding thrust, "fuck, Mommy,

Fuck, Mommy."



Billy had become a raging lunatic, crazed by desire and compulsion to

please his mother. Never had he felt such a need to satisfy her,

fulfill her wants, and drive out the demon his father had loosed in

her. He wanted to make her whole again, but he full knew that what

they were doing could completely destroy her, too. Still he couldn't

stop it now that it had begun. He could only hope that it would make

her a woman again. It was the only weapon he had. Oh, the simplicity

of man when compared to the complexity of women, he thought as he

furiously reamed her tight, clutching gash.



"God, I, Love, You, Mother," he growled out as he fucked her.



"I Love You, Too," she panted.



As he pounded his ripened manhood into her, he suddenly felt the

strong, firm muscles in her legs tighten around his waist.



"Oh, Yes, Oh, Fuck, Yes, Oh, God, I, Feel, It,

Comminngofuckogod," she

wailed as her body began to shake and quiver.



"YourmakingMommycuuuuummmmmmmmmm," she screamed out.



The hot, clasping chasm of his mother's cunt suddenly collapsed down

around his slithering cock. It seemed to be trying to draw his whole

body into her as it pulled and sucked on his gigantic cock.



As his mother thrashed about under him, he felt the great pool of

boiling, churning semen in his balls finally burst forth out and

erupt. The burning spew of his thick, rich sperm-laden cum exploded

down his cock and shot out into his mother's cunt like an erupting

geyser.



"AWFUKINGGOODDDCUMMMMNNNNN!!!!!" He shrieked.



He had never felt such boundless pleasure. As his cock jerked and

spewed out its potent seed-rich semen into her, wave after wave of

perverse, wicked delight washed over him. He was now a prisoner of

his emotions and no longer in control of his own body.



"Oh, My, God, Baby, so hot, so hot," his mother whimpered as

her cunt

was filled to overflowing by his wildly spurting, exploding manhood.

The storm outside was definitely no match for the one that raged

inside their car is it sped through the night.



He couldn't stop. He just kept on thrusting himself down into the

hot, slurping depths of her cunt as his dick gushed more and more of

his hot, man-sap into her. Again and again, he fired his great cannon

down into the waiting abyss of her womanhood. A primitive urge had

come over him. He felt an overpowering urgency to reseed the garden

from which he had sprouted. To recreate himself in the same fiery

depths that had brought life to him. To plant his seed inside of her

and let it spring forth from her. To show her his love, no matter how

deviant, twisted it was. It was sick and so very wrong, but he wanted

to make another child inside her. To recreate himself. To make his

mother pregnant with his own seed.



Like a severed artery, his giant cock kept spurting his thick, creamy

potency into her in an almost continuous stream. It seemed like the

flow of rich, clinging cum would never stop as it gushed out over and

over again. But, even as he drove himself into her, her clutching,

orgasming cunt took him totally.



Within moments, he had shot so much of cum into her, he could feel its

hot, thickness seeping out around his thick, pulsating cock. Her

burning, clenching cunt was filled to overflowing. The massive amount

of cum he had injected into her was just too much for the scalding

tightness of her vagina as it locked down around him. The thick,

milky sap oozed out and ran down the crack of her ass and onto the

bed, but still his cock jerked and spurted out more and more.

Finally, when he was wondering if something inside of him had broken

and it would never stop, his great engine gave one last, feeble lurch

and stopped firing.



He had never felt such passion. Such need. It had forced him to

drain himself completely. It felt like his big, dangling balls had

been sucked dry by his mother's fiery hole.



Lying atop his mother, exhausted and unable to move, he felt

completely fulfilled. Lord of the world. Her protector and liberator.

He had brought her from the depths of her alcohol tinged depression to

fulfillment. He had brought her satisfaction and gratification. He

could feel his chest swelling with pride and love even as the warm

afterglow of making love spread over his body.



"God, that was so wonderful," his mother gurgled as she kissed

him

tenderly.



"I've never felt anything so good," he told her, "this must be

the way

heaven must feel."



"Yes, it must," she chirped happily and hugged him to her even

more

tightly.



Neither of them spoke for the longest time as they basked in the warm

afterglow of sex. They lay intertwined and listened to the rain

beating down on the car as the train clacked along for miles and

miles.



Then they felt the train slowing. Slower and slower it went as lights

outside grew brighter and brighter. Then with a loud hiss, it lurched

to a stop.



Still atop his mother, Billy slowly rose himself up and peeked out the

window. They had stopped at a depot. There were people walking about

not fifteen feet from where he and his mother lay still united as one.

Suddenly he was hard again and slowly began to slide his cock in and

out of his mother's satiny sheath. Somehow the thought that the

people on the platform could see inside their cabin if they really

wanted to was wickedly arousing.



If they only knew, he laughed inside, what was taking place right

under their noses. A boy and his mother making love. Creating

incest. Fucking. And they didn't even know it.



"What is so funny?" his mother smiled up at him as he slowly

fucked

her.



"All those people out there," he grinned down at her, "what

would they

say if they knew what we were doing?"



"They would be shocked," she said, thrusting herself up at

him, taking

him inside of her deeply.



"If they only knew how wonderful it felt," he groaned, "they

would all

be committing incest."



"Definitely," she grunted emphatically as she raised her legs

and

wrapped them around his waist, "incest would become the preferred way

to show affection between a mother and her son."



"God, Yes," he growled, grinding his long, thick cock down

into her

wet, clutching cunt.



As they fucked, the train jerked and began to move again. They hardly

noticed as the train slowly clattered out of the station. Their

thoughts and attention were focused on each other as they kissed and

fucked. Oblivious to everything but each other, they made love the

rest of the night until the first rays of the sun reached out and

touched them.



"God, it's morning already," Billy groaned as he slowly rolled

off his

mother dragging his half-hard cock out of her battered, desecrated

cunt.



"Oh, Baby, don't stop," she muttered, reaching for him.



"Need sleep," he muttered wearily, "too tired."



"Well, Mommy will let her baby rest," she smiled at him as she

reached

down and lovingly squeezed his shrinking manhood, "we still have

fifteen hours before we get home."



Within moments he was asleep.



He didn't know how long he had slept, but it seemed like only moments.

His brain vainly tried to shut out the sensations that were driving

sleep from his head, but he couldn't ignore the sucking warmth that

was enveloping his cock. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw that it was

growing dark already, so he must have slept away the day. Then

looking down, he saw his mother lovingly devouring his growing

maleness.



"Mmmmmmmmph," she gurgled, letting his hardening cock slip out

of her

mouth, "Finally, you're awake. I thought you were going to sleep the

rest of the trip."



"You wore me out, Mom," he grinned at her, unable to believe

the

change in her, "You're merciless."



"You gave me back my life," she smiled at him, holding his

rapidly

expanding cock upright, "I have someone to love who loves me, again."



"You sure do," he groaned as she bent down and sucked him back

into

her mouth.



He felt refreshed and revived as she hungrily sucked and pulled on his

cockhead.



"Mmmmmmmmmm, your all big again," she said dotingly, finally

lifting

her mouth off him. "I can't wait to taste your sweet cream."

He felt his cock lurch with sick excitement at the indecent remark.

How could this be his sweet, loving mother telling him that she wanted

to taste his cum. Just the thought of cumming in his mother's mouth

nearly caused another unfortunate accident, but he was able to hold it

back momentarily.



"Wouldn't you like to fill Mommy's mouth with your hot, gooey

milk,"

she said softly, looking at him suggestively.



"God, Mother, you're going to make me cum right now," he

groaned,

straining to hold back the pressure that was building inside his

balls.



"Really," she smiled, easing her tiny, pink tongue out and

flicking it

across the great, swollen head of his throbbing cock.



"You would really like for Mommy to suck you dry," she

grinned, slowly

lowering her soft, full lips down around his bulging cockhead as she

stared into his eyes.



He knew that he was only seconds away from ejaculation. His mother

must have sensed it, too. Suddenly, she dipped her head down and

roughly sucked almost half of his foot long cock into her mouth.



"AWFUCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" He bellowed out as his cock bucked and

spurted

out a gigantic geyser of thick, viscous semen into her mouth.

He could feel her hot, sucking mouth pull at his cock, drawing all of

his egg-rich cum into her mouth. He could see the muscles in her

throat work up and down as she swallowed his hot, heavy load of

man-cum. Then his cock exploded again, and again, and again, filling

her mouth with thick, sticky cum each time. She seemed enraptured

with his creamy gift, demanding more and more as her hands squeezed

and pressed his cock and balls, urging him to give her more.

After ten or twelve devastating eruptions, his cock finally stop

erupting inside her hot, pulling mouth. He waited for her to pull

back, but instead, she held his slowly recoiling cock inside her mouth

for several moments. Then, when he thought she was going to release

him, he was stunned when she forced her head down and took his whole

cock into her mouth and throat. His own mother was deep-throating

him. As she swallowed, he could feel the muscles in her throat clench

his cock and cause it to lurch and spew out one final gob of cum into

her throat.



"Oh, Fucking, God, Mother," he gasped as she at last began to

lift her

head, letting his torpid cock slowly slip out of her mouth.



"Did you like that?" she asked him, a wicked smile playing at

her

lips.



"I have never had anything feel so good ever before," he

muttered,

realizing that he was dead from the waist down, "but I think I'm

paralyzed now."



"Oh, you silly boy," she chided him.



"You know that you could have me anytime you wanted me," she

said

softly, bending down and kissing his fallen warrior, "if I moved in

with you."



"WHAT!" he sputtered, shocked by her sudden, unexpected

suggestion.



"No one at the college knows who I am or what your mother

looks like,"

she said.



"You don't really mean," he started as his mind tried to

fathom the

consequences of what she was suggesting.



"I mean that we could live together like husband and wife,"

she

grinned and then ran her tongue the length of his slowly hardening

prick.



Could they? It was just too much for his weary mind to conceive.



"Think about it," she laughed, getting up, "while I get us

some food."



He watched her dress quickly and before he knew it she was gone.

Could they actually do what she suggested? She was young looking for

her age, but she was still almost twice his age. What would everyone

think? How could he explain that he no longer had a mother? Would

their infatuation with each other last? What if it didn't? At least

they wouldn't have to get a divorce he mused. He did love her with

all his heart and soul. Not to mention the deep and growing physical

need, she had created. Now he could love her with his body too. It

was just too good to be true. It would be worth the risk. Now that

she had offered it, he had to posses the beautiful, wonderful woman

his mother had suddenly become. He had to posses her every way

imaginable; to please her; to love her; to possess her completely.

It seemed like she had only been gone for moments when he heard a rap

on the door.



Wrapping the bedspread around his waist, he stumbled over to the door

and opened it slightly.



"Let me in, you silly boy," his mother smiled at him as she

stood in

the hall holding several cartons.



Opening the door, he let her inside. Closing the door, he watched his

mother saunter over to the bed and drop the cartons onto the bed.



"Well, have you made up your mind?" she asked him,

unbuttoning her

dress and letting it fall to the floor.



He felt the now familiar tug at his heart and throb in his cock as she

stood before him naked once again. God, what a beautiful woman, he

thought, and she was all his.



"God, I have never seen such a beautiful woman," he blubbered

out.



"Do you really mean that?" she blushed.



"I mean every bit of it and I have made up my mind." he said,

dropping

the bedspread and walking toward her.



He took her in his arms and squeezed her so hard, he could hear her

wheeze. Then he mashed his lips down on hers, kissing her long and

deep.



At last, he tore his lips from hers.



"Does that answer your question?" he groaned, "I want you to

be my

wife and lover and mother, forever and ever."



"And I accept you as my husband and lover and son, forever and

ever,

too," she smiled as they collapsed into each other's arms and fell

onto the bed.



Their vows were quickly consummated as they made wild and passionate

love the rest of the night.