Rebellion

She had to have more. God, she wanted her son. She didn't care about the consequences. She did not care that she was a respectful married woman in the community and the fact that she was still young enough to become pregnant (she took no protection, leaving it up to Alan) aroused her even more.

She slowly got up and walked out of the room and up the stairs. At the top she paused. She was aware of her painfully erect nipples rubbing against her nightdress, her vaginal fluids leaking down her legs.

Taking off her dressing gown, she went to her son's bedroom door and opened it. The room was illuminated by the full moon outside. Matthew was in bed.

"Matthew, are you asleep?"

A momentary pause and then "No, Mum."

"Good," she said closing the door behind her, "we need to finish our talk."

"Mum…" protested the boy.

"Now! Come over here" was all she said.

Slowly he got out of bed and walked toward his mother. He noticed that she had taken off her dressing gown and was now only wearing her nightdress.

"Why did you run off just then?" Clare asked.

"I ..I.." despite himself, he was locked by her eyes. They had a strange look he had never seen before.

"Well?" asked his mother, "Was it because you wanted to rape me again?"

At the word 'rape', Matt came out of his stupor, breaking their eye-lock. He could not help but glance down to his mother's heavy tits as they wavered within the confines of her nightdress. Was it his imagination or were her nipples sticking out?

"Huh?" he grunted.

"You wanted me," she said huskily, "I could see it in your face. It was the same look that you had when you raped me."

She started walking towards him and only came to a stop when her soft heavy breasts were pressing against him. He could feel her hard nipples.

"Even though I am your mother, you want me don’t you? You want to bury this," her hand sliding between their bodies and grabbing hold of his limp dick inside his pyjama bottoms, "inside me, don’t you?"

Matt could not answer. His lips had gone dry, his body shaking. However, despite himself, he felt his cock respond to his mother's fondling hand.

Clare silently sighed as she took hold of her son's penis. So big, she thought. Then she felt it stiffen, becoming erect. Within moments she had to move back slightly to allow the now hugely bloated shaft to slide up against her belly. She could not believe what she was holding. It was enormous, so fat that her hand could not encircle it, so long that it reached well up her body, passing her belly button and so stiff that she could not bend it.

Matt groaned as he felt his mother's hand grip his rigid shaft. He could feel her warm body (especially her large tits) pressing into him. Her mouth was not far from his. He could smell her perfume, intoxicating him.

"Admit to your mother that you want this great big cock to cum inside her and make her pregnant." she breathed, brushing her lips against his.

Something snapped inside him. Groaning out his lust, Matt grabbed hold of his mother's head and forced his mouth onto hers. His tongue snaked though her lips and into her mouth. Groaning as he snogged her, he ran both of his hands down to her plump arse, shoving her body against his madly throbbing hard-on.

With a sickly tingle shooting up his spine, Matt noticed that his mother had brought one of her hands to the back of his head and was using it to push his mouth firmly onto hers. He could feel her tongue valiantly wrestling with his while she kneaded his bum cheeks with her other hand, pushing her body against his as she rubbed her cunt mound against his huge aching cock.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing, Matt pulled away from his mother and started undoing his mother's top. Lost were any constraints as mother and son tore off their clothing, feverishly desperate to become naked so that they could copulate. Once done, they fell onto his bed, madly scrambling into the missionary position so that they could once again join in the most intimate of ways.

Matt could only groan as he felt his mother's hand on his throbbing hard-on and she guided his swollen prick against the wet lips of her cunt. Without pausing, he pushed himself into her with all his strength, slowly feeling his mother's pussy slide very tightly around his cock. Finally he felt his belly come in contact with hers, with every hard inch of his stiff shaft inside his mother. Underneath him, his mother cried out as she felt the huge intrusion into her body.

Matt just lay there, resting his cock deep inside his mother. His pubic hair mixed with hers. It felt so good. Gone was the guilt. All he wanted to do was fuck his horny bossy cow of a mother. Groaning loudly, he started pulling back and ramming forward with strong piercing strokes.

His mother in turn lifted her legs and hooked them around his pounding arse while she swung her arms around her son's neck. Then she hung for dear life as her son subjected her to the most energetic, pile-driving fuck she ever had.

Again, again, her son pulled back, leaving only the head of this enormous erection inside and then ramming it back in as hard as he could, almost ripping her apart.

Matt's bed creaked loudly. The long deep thrusts and withdrawals began to have an effect as Clare's cunt muscles began to contract upon the mighty shaft within it whenever it plunged deep into her womb.

Again and again, the boy thrusted back and forth. His thrusts getting longer and harder. In and out, in and out his huge penis went. Her mind was in a whirl. She could feel the thrusts as time and time again he shoved himself into her, pushing her into the mattress. She could hear the bed springs squeak loudly in tune to the violent thrusts. She could hear Matthew's laboured breaths as he moved back and forth. She looked up into his face. His eyes were glazed, his mouth open.

">unngh<.....ohhhh ..>unnghh<.....ohhhh ..>unngghhh< ..ohhh ..>uuunnnggghhh< ...ohhhh .........!" grunted Clare each time her son sent his granite hard shaft into her slurping wet cavern.

">Unnnghh<….>unnnnghhh<….>unnnghhh<" grunted her son as he continued to thrust his spear into his mother's velvet wetness.

Back and forth, in and out went the boy's huge prick. "It felt so good," thought Matt as he roughly and violently fucked his mother. Slap! Slap! Slap! As his stomach struck hers on each downward thrust. The boy's thrusts were now so powerful that the headboard of the bed started to bash against the bedroom wall. Bang! Bang! Bang! Each time, Matt shoved his huge stiff erection into his mother's cunt.

"Ohhhhhhh, my baaaaabbbbyyyyy. >unngh< Y-you are so biiiiiig…. >unnngh<…and sooooo haaaaaaaardddd >unnnghhhh<. I can feeeeelll >unnngh< you soooooooooo deeeeeep inside..>unngh<….awwwwwwwoooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" gasped his mother, her hips meeting his at every thrust, as she experience her first ever orgasm. Crying out, she held Matt in a tight vice-like grip as she climaxed. Her son continuing thrusting deeply.

On and on the two of them fucked and fucked. All you could hear was the squeaking of the bed springs, the groaning of the copulating couple, the slapping as naked body struck naked body and the load slurping sound of a thick hard cock being repeatedly shoved into a hot wet cunt.

Matt was in ecstasy as his huge aching boner slashing repeatedly into his mother's love wound, feeling a perverse chill that with every thrust brought another groan from his usually very uptight mother, the almost overwhelming need to cum every time his felt his mother climax.

Clare was in lust. There she was lying on her son's bed, her legs flung around him as he furiously fucked her. There was no finesse, no tenderness. It was just rampant sex and she could not get enough of it. The fact it was her son who was repeatedly reaming her just made the sex that much more delicious. She felt herself climbing to yet another orgasm as she felt her boy valiantly trying (and succeeding) to shove all of his impossible huge (and stiff) cock into her hole.

In and out. In and out. In and out went the boy's hard shaft into the mother's soft wet cunt. Their bodies clawed at each other as they sought the maximum pleasure that his unholy union could bring.

Suddenly, gasping her lust, Clare brought her hands behind Matt's head and brought his mouth crashing down onto hers. Groaning loudly, they kissed deeply, hungrily.

"Oooh Gooood!….>unnnnghhhh<…..I'm going to CUM again..oooooooohhhhhhhhh!….AAARRRGHHHH!!!!!!!!" Clare cried out. Quickly ripping her mouth from Matt's and biting deeply into his shoulder, she came.

The combination of his mother biting into his shoulder, her legs tightening their hold and her cunt clamping down over his over-engorged cock caused Matt to follow suit.

"MMMMUUUUUUMMMM!!!! I am CUMMMMMINGGGGGGG!" he shouted as he shoved his cock as far up into her as he possibly could and held onto her body for dear life as he felt his spunk travel the length of his expanding shaft and shoot out of the end in huge ropey strands into Clare's womb.

Clare's eyes flared open as she felt her boy's molten cum splash inside her. It was so hot and so much as she continued to feel her son ejecting his potent teenage semen inside.

"So good!" she moaned, "So hot!"

Matt noticed that this was the first time his mother had ever complimented him on anything.

They lay locked together until the final throes of their joint orgasm had died. Then the boy slowly pulled himself off and out of Clare. He noticed with a sick satisfaction the slurping sound as he pulled his cock out of his mother's cunt and the groan that accompanied it.

They lay, side by side, as they recovered their breaths. Finally Clare turned on the lamp and looked at the state of their bodies, her eyes lingering hungrily on her boy's limp but still impressive penis.

"We seemed to have made a bit of a mess here, " she stated, "we need to clear this up."

"Yes, Mum" replied Matt. They were back in Mother and Son mode.

Matt watched his mother get up and put on her robe and then handed him his. Then together, they changed the bed sheets.

"I think it's time you got to sleep, young man." his mother stated.

Matt looked at his watch, it was three in the morning. They had been screwing non-stop for over an hour. He quickly had a shower to wash off the sweat and went into his room. As he climbed into bed, he could hear his mother go to the bathroom to shower herself.

He was too tired and in a state of shock to review what had happened that night. He instantly fell asleep.

"Matthew! Wake up!"

Matt sat up. It was daylight. His mother (wearing just a nightdress) was sitting on the side of his bed, shaking him.

Seeing that he had woken up, Clare stood up.

"Look, your father has popped out for a few hours and I need you to help me with something." she said as she pulled back the covers.

Grabbing hold of his arm, she pulled him up from the bed and steered him out of the room, down the hall and into her bedroom. The door was not even closed yet as Clare hungrily took her son into her arms and started to devour his mouth.

Life for the Porchers changed after that.

For Matthew Porcher, he was no longer a frustrated teenager as he spent most of his time (apart from doing his homework) coping with his mother's insatiable demands. Night after night, she would come to him after they had all gone to bed and they would fuck until the early morning. In the mornings, he often woke up finding his mother either fondling or riding his morning hard-on. On weekdays, they would have a quick fuck after his father had gone to work, before he had to go to school and she went to work. In the afternoons, he had to always make sure that he was home when his mother got home from work so he could give the both of them a good relieving fuck. In the evenings, he found that he could not go out. At first his friends would come over and suggest that they went out to a pub or club. However, from inside the house, his mother would call out to him asking to "help her with a job." He would make a feeble excuse, ignoring the taunts of "mummy's boy," knowing that within minutes, he would be balls-deep in his mother's hot cunt, fucking the hell out of her. He also found that the better his grades were, the more inventive his mother got.

For Clare Porcher, it made her a happier person. Not only did she find a way to control her rebellious son (and he was doing so much better in school now) but it also gave her a new lease on life. She never realised how much she liked sex. No matter how many times she approached Matt, she always found him eager (and able) to perform. On the contrary, he sometimes approached her and he was so enthusiastic, so hungry, it made her feel like a teenager. The fact she took no protection (she was allergic to the Pill) turned her on even more. It came as no surprise to her when she did become pregnant a month later.

For Alan Porcher, life became more peaceful. Oh, it was a bit of a shock at first when he realised what was happening between his wife and son. He was not sure what to think at first when Clare used to get up early (in the pretext of going to the bathroom) and then hearing the door to their son's bedroom opening and closing, followed shortly afterwards by squeaking bedsprings and low moaning.

But then he found that his wife nowhere nearly nagged him as much. In fact, he hardly ever saw her since she was either at work or involved with their son. After a while, he started to find that he got aroused listening to her and their son having sex next door in Matt's bedroom (by that time, they had long since stopped trying to hide it from him). He even did not mind when his pregnant wife finally wanted Matt to move into the master bedroom with her, while he slept in the boy's room. At last he was able to carry on with his hobby of being a trainspotter in peace.