Idle Rich

Blake broke away, gasping for breath. There was a wildness in her eyes that made Ed's throat constrict and his heart thunder in his chest. "Untie me," she ordered, and without having to be told twice Ed tugged at the thin belt on her robe and the garment split, revealing Blake's tanned and taut body. Her heavy breasts fell against Ed's chest, warm and delightful weights, tipped by hard nipples that dug into Ed insistently. Blake stood up shakily, breasts heaving and shrugged out of the kimono. It made a bright red pool at her feet.

Ed reached up for her, but she took his hands and put them back at his sides. "Mmm-mmm," she said. "You had your hands all over me already today. It's my turn now." Blake grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head, with some help from Ed. She traced the lines of his pecs and abs with her fingertips and kissed his nipples. With another impish grin that Ed was beginning to recognize, and which raised his blood pressure every time he saw it, Blake unsnapped his shorts and slowly dragged the zipper down. Ed groaned as the pressure eased on his dick. The flap on his boxers parted and a length of ironhard flesh could be glimpsed within. Blake licked her lips and eased her hand inside. Her fingers danced along Ed's cock and then eased it free from the confines of his clothing.

Ed's cock throbbed hungrily in his mother's palm as it stood up proudly from between his legs, a thick trunk of pale flesh topped with a swollen mushroom head as red and brilliant as an apple. His cock wept precum from the tiny opening, a thin trail of fluid that seeped into Blake's fingers as she caressed his cock. Her eyes were wide and her mouth open as she explored him. She dropped to her knees before the couch. She released his tumescence for a moment, just long enough to peel the last shreds of clothing off his body, and then returned to the main attraction.

It waited eagerly for her touch. Ed felt as though her fingers burned him as they glided along his length or cupped his heavy balls. "So big," Blake gasped, "so beautiful." Ed couldn't help grinning at her words and flexed his cock. It jumped in her hands, breaking the spell, and she looked up at him, smiling broadly.

"You like?" Ed said. He was gaining confidence with each taboo broken. Anticipation of the final act was growing as well.

"Yes," Blake said. "Mommy loves baby boy and his huge cock." The impish grin flashed again. "You look good enough to eat." She suited actions to words, fastening her full lips on the bulbous head of his member, sucking lightly on his flesh. Her saliva mixed with his precum, creating a froth as she kissed him. And licked him. And sucked him.

Ed groaned. His cock throbbed with every beat of his heart. His hips jerked, the urge to thrust, to drive his cock into her mouth impossible to resist. But she controlled him with her hands and lips and tongue, even as she loved him with the same. Blake kissed her way down his length and sucked lightly upon his balls. Her hands caressed his thighs, where the muscles bunched and jumped. Blake's tongue scraped its way back up to the head of his cock and her mouth enveloped him in heat and moisture. Her nostrils flared as she fed more and more of his rampant flesh into her mouth. Ed felt her throat constrict around him and then her lips fastened around the base of his cock. She swallowed, tightening her mouth and throat around him.

"Jesus, Mom, fuck," he growled. His balls ached with the need to spend their precious load, and he felt that end fast approaching.

Then she released him, sweeping her mouth away and gasping for breath. A string of saliva connected her lips and his cock for a heartbeat before it snapped. Blake's eyes were bright and filled with lust. She licked her lips and attacked him again, nibbling and sucking and slurping away at his cock.

Once more Ed's cock fell from her mouth, slapping against his belly and releasing a spray of precum across his abdomen that his mother kissed away. She nuzzled his cock, rubbing him with her lips and cheeks and chin. "Give it to mommy, baby," she rasped. "Give mommy your cum. Let me taste you, let me feel you spurting in my mouth."

"Almost," he gasped. He flexed his cock and it butted against her cheek. "Almost there."

Blake grinned. She lashed him with her tongue again and her ruby lips wrapped around his purple head. Her hand cupped his scrotal sack and gently kneaded his testes. Ed felt his balls tighten, his cock throb, and a shuddering tightness at the base of his cock. Then he was cumming, a flood of semen that splashed across Blake's tongue and into the back of her throat, almost choking her before she could swallow. She was ready for the next release. Eyes bright, she sucked the cum from his penis and swallowed eagerly, still kneading his balls, urging the flood on and on.

And on it came, each spurt as strong and copious as the one before it. Soon Blake could not swallow fast enough, and the pearl white jism stained her lips and dripped down her chin to splatter against the upper slopes of her heaving tits. Still Ed came, shot after shot. His mother gave up any pretense of trying to contain the flood, and finally released his cock from her mouth, aiming it at her face and tits. Jism stained her tanned flesh, dripped from the slopes of her tits and the peaks of her nipples. Finally the stream of cum subsided, and Ed's hardness lost some of its strength.

Blake scooped up pools of cum from her tits and fed them into her mouth with her fingers. "I knew," she muttered as her tongue licked his seed from her lips and chin and digits. "I knew you would be the best. My son, my blood. So much cum." She looked up at him, her hair in disarray, her eyes wild, his cum splashed across her upper body in trails and puddles. "I can't wait to fuck you, baby."

Ed's cock regained what little rigidity it had lost. "Why wait?" he asked, throat dry.

"After an explosion like that, you're still hard?" Blake murmured, eyes wide and appraising the state of Ed's arousal. She picked up Ed's shirt and wiped the remaining cum from her face and chest. She winked at him, adding, "You ruin more shirts this way, but I don't want to stain my robe."

"You did take my shirt," Ed said, surprised despite himself.

"Of course," Blake said. She rose to her full, impressive height, heavy tits bobbing as she moved. "How could I resist? When I saw you watching me from the balcony, I knew I had to check, to see if it had aroused you as much as it aroused me." She placed a foot beside Ed's leg on the couch cushion. The leather squeaked beneath Ed's ass. "When I found the shirt soaked with your cum, it made my pussy gush." The other leg came up as well, and Blake was standing before Ed, her steaming pussy at eye level. She balanced herself by gripping the back of Ed's head and pushing his face towards her cunt.

"Now, eat your mother, baby," she commanded.

Her lips were pink and fat beneath the neatly trimmed patch of red hair. Golden moisture glinted on each fold of flesh, accompanied by a bewitching scent. A deeper, brighter pink winked at Ed from within. He licked his lips and gripped the back of his mother's thighs. Then, yielding to the pressure on his head, he carefully kissed Blake's pussy. A flood of moisture answered the invasion of his tongue as he teased her folds aside and tasted her.

Blake moaned and pressed harder against the back of his head. "Oh yes, Eddie, eat mommy's pussy." Ed's nose butted up against a hard nubbin of flesh. Blake's thighs bunched and jumped beneath his hands and Ed heard a sharp intake of breath. He allowed himself a grin at the knowledge he'd discovered her clit, and then he attacked it with lips and teeth and tongue.

"Oh! Jesus, Eddie!" Blake hissed. Her hands gripped his head tightly, fingers threaded through his hair and kneading his skull. Her thighs clamped around his face and her knees fell against his shoulders. "That's the spot, baby," Blake went on, her voice rising with each word. "Oh my son, the things you do to me."

Ed could barely breath but he did not flag. He began to hum as he sucked on his mom's clit. Juice gushed from her pussy and stained his lips and chin. He released her clit and levered his tongue into her, thrusting it like a cock. He was still humming. Blake cried out, a high-pitched wordless screech. A spray of pussy cream jetted into Ed's mouth and Blake's body shook. Her pelvis fell away from him and she collapsed onto his body, shivering and shaking. Ed held her, and she wrapped her arms around him. His hardened cock butted up against her belly, leaving a trail of precum.

Ed licked his mom's fluids from his lips and plucked a pubic hair from his teeth. Blake finally looked up, her beautiful face and tits covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her makeup unmarked save for the lipstick she had lost sucking his cock. Her eyes were half-lidded and she had a dreamy look on her face. Without a word she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. Her heart pounded against his as her tits flattened on his chest.

"That was... intense," Blake said at last, licking his chin. One hand pressed his cock hard against her flat stomach. At this angle, the head brushed up against the underside of her right tit. She brushed a fingertip across his engorged head and brought a bead of precum to her lips.

"Now, Eddie, it's time to fuck your dear old mother." She slid off his lap, letting his cock bounce against his abdomen. She crouched on all fours on the floor, wagging her full plush ass at her son. With an insolent grin Ed moved onto the floor behind her. He gripped his cock with one hand and cupped her ass with the other. Blake threw her bob back and looked over her shoulder at her son. "I want you inside me," she said. "NOW."

The head of Ed's cock nudged up against Blake's pussy. This was it, the moment of truth. Dare he go through with it? Dare he fuck his own mother? Even after all that had happened, Ed hesitated.

But Blake did not. She thrust her hips backward, and her steaming sex swallowed Ed's cock. Both moaned in unison as Ed filled Blake's slick passage. Heat and moisture enveloped him as his mom's pussy opened up for him. Conscious thought fled, and instinct took over. Ed grabbed Blake's hips and fucked into her, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her. Blake's ass shook with each thrust, and she loosed a loud, low moan.

Ed pistoned into his mother's juicy cunt. Her folds gripped and sucked at him, urging him deeper and deeper. He felt her fingers brush against his length as it drove into her. She brushed against her clit and then continued on, grabbing Ed's swinging testes and giving them a light squeeze. Ed's speed increased.

He half bent forward and reached under Blake to cup her swinging tits. Her nipples dug into his palms as the comfortable weight of her breasts rested in his hands. "Yes," Blake hissed, "play with my titties, baby. Fuck your mother, Eddie. Give it her, give mommy all your cock, every hard inch, ever... fucking... inch!"

Ed complied, hammering into her again and again. Her scalding cunt opened up, searing his flesh, and the spongy head of his cock butted up against a slight bit of resistance. When it happened, Blake suddenly froze and threw her head back. "No one... ever... so fucking deep," she gasped, and then her whole body was shaking and shivering as another orgasm seized hold of her. "I'm... cumming," she gasped unnecessarily.

Ed didn't pause. He hammered home again, and this time the slight resistance opened up and Ed's thick cock sank into his mother to the hilt. Blake's hips jumped and thrust back against him as she mewled something incoherent. When she looked over her shoulder at him, her cheeks were streaked with tears but her eyes were bright with lust, and she was biting her lower lip. She made strange sounds as she fucked back at him. Her hot, moist channel gripped and caressed his length, urging him ever onward.

Blake's head dropped as her body seized up and shook again, overcome with pleasure. Ed's cock bottomed out again and Blake screamed. "Oh fuck," she cried. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck mommy, baby. Keep fucking me and never ever stop."

He had reached the roof of her womb, Ed realized. He had never been this deep inside a woman before. The girls he'd fucked before hadn't the capacity, couldn't deal with his size. But his mother could. He fit her perfectly, and she him. Cruel fate.

Ed's head pounded and his breath came in short gasps. His own explosion was fast approaching. Ed fucked into Blake harder, his butt cheeks clenching tight with each jabbing thrust. Every time his cockhead bumped against the top of her womb, Blake uttered a little wordless cry. She was shivering with near constant mini-orgasms now, and a froth of juice stained Ed's balls and the base of his cock. Ed had released her tits and now held her hips once more to brace himself as he fucked.

Ed's cock swelled fatter, harder, bigger. Deep within Blake's molten core, Ed's cock expanded. He felt a tightness at the base of his cock and his balls pulled up against his shaft. Blake's pussy clamped tight around Ed's raging meat and he drove in as deep as he could reach. "Oh fuck, Mom," he growled, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming inside you!"

"Yes, son!" she answered, breathless. "Give mommy all your cum!"

Ed's cock shuddered and spat its precious payload. A steaming, shining ribbon of jism sprayed from its swollen head, coating his mother's insides. With each gasping breath, each thundering pound of his heart, another scalding jet of cum sprayed from his cock, into Blake's depths. It was the same as before, his raging column of manhood simply came and came, with a nearly inexhaustible supply of semen. It filled Blake to overflowing, pouring out of her cunt and flowing down her thighs. Ed felt his cum splatter his own balls and mat his pubic hair as it slid out of Blake's burning pussy. And still he came, wad after wad, never faltering, never flagging.

Then, at last, the flood subsided. Blake's fingers gripped his balls and squeezed, urging out the last few precious drops. Ed, insensate, collapsed on his mother's back and pressed her into the floor. She cooed and purred beneath him, but the sounds did not register on her son. Ed slipped out of consciousness.

He came to some time later, still stretched out on the floor. He groaned, rubbed his eyes and looked around. His mother was beside him, half-sitting up. Her eyes were mostly shaded by her red mane, but she appeared to be looking down upon him, her expression inscrutable. Despite their shared nudity, Ed began to feel self-conscious. "What?" he said.

Blake merely shook her head and looked away. She moved languorously to her feet, putting on a little show for her son as she stretched out her magnificent body. Her thighs and pussy were stained with moisture, and when Ed looked at his own crotch, he found matted hair and a limp and raw looking penis. Ed folded himself into a sitting position, his self-consciousness growing. It was beginning to register on him as well that he had just fucked his mother.

Blake reached down a hand and Ed took it. He allowed her to pull him to his feet. "Let's go for a swim," she said.

The pool glowed an eerie cool blue under the deepening night sky. Blake padded to the edge and without preamble dove in, her graceful body knifing through the water with barely a splash. Ed eased himself, wincing as he sank into the bracing water. He watched as his mother began to swim slow laps. She glided along, stretching her limbs and muscles, washing off the sweat and coital fluids. Ed finally began to imitate her movements. He pushed off into the pool and paddled around a bit. To his surprise, he began to feel refreshed.

Blake glided towards the shallow end on her back and came to rest on the steps. She swept a hand through her sodden hair and cupped a tit, giving it a little bounce. The temperature of the water ensured that her nipples were rock hard.

Ed made his way to her side, but settled onto the steps a foot away from her. He looked askance at her. Blake had dropped her head back, and she was staring at the stars.

"So," he said.

"Mmm?"

"Why?"

Blake turned her head and focused her dark eyes on him. "Why what?"

Ed blushed. "Why did you... Why did you seduce me?"

She laughed. "Why not?"

Ed looked away. That was not the answer he had expected. He frowned, feeling a kind of frustrated anger brewing deep in his gut. Blake touched his arm, drawing his attention back to her.

"You know I'm a slut," she said without regret. "You saw me the other day. You have an idea what I'm like. I've fucked men and women, sometimes with multiples of both. I've been a swinger, a dom and a sub. I've done just about everything there is to do, except incest and beastiliaty. I'm lucky I saw you on the balcony yesterday, or else I'd probably be down at the stables doing something horrid."

Ed looked at his mother with horror. "Jesus Christ," he said. He splashed back on to the deck and headed into the house, leaving wet footprints on the cement. He went straight to his room, pulled on some clothes, and grabbed his bags. He starting packing, throwing anything he thought he'd need into them. He hoped Tully and Rodney and the rest of the guys wouldn't mind if he showed up at Key West after all. Maybe he would just get a hotel room in town until break was over.

A knock sounded at his door. Ed ignored it. It came again, more insistent. "Ed," his mother called. "Edward, answer me."

Ed released an exasperated sigh and turned to the door. "What!" he shouted. "What more could you possibly want from me, you miserable fucking whore?!"

Silence. Then, barely audible, his mother's voice. "I wanted to apologize for what I said... it was... I wanted to give you a complete answer to your question." She paused. "If you still want to hear it."

He should tell her to fuck off and leave this house forever. He'd had enough of her bullshit, her coldness, her manipulation. But there was a certain note of genuine regret in her voice that caught Ed's ear. And he began to remember how she felt beneath him, how he felt inside her, and he found himself going to the door.

When he opened the door, he found his mother standing there stark naked, dripping with water. Her red hair was slicked back, her face scrubbed clean of makeup, her brown eyes seemingly devoid of guile. She stared at him for a long moment, hands folded before her. Though she and Ed were roughly the same height, there was something in the way she stood there that made her look small and vulnerable. She almost shrank from the baleful look that Ed could not contain.

"I didn't lie before," she began. Ed's face hardened, and she quickly added, "But I didn't tell you the whole truth."

Ed swallowed. "Go on."

She looked up at him. "Can I... can I come in?" Without a word Ed stepped aside, and Blake stepped into the room. She sat down on the edge of his bed, eyes widening slightly as she took in his hastily packed bags. She looked at him then, her eyes suddenly sad and her face totally open. Ed found his righteous anger beginning to dissipate, and he fought to keep it alive.

"I am a slut," Blake began. "I always have been. It's how I ended up with your father. When he asked me to marry him, I sort of cleaned up my act, but neither of us got hitched for love so I didn't feel I owed him a total makeover. Your father wanted a wife to further his career, to create the image of a family man, and I was attracted to his money and power. Trophy wife? Sure, but it worked for us. Then Richard decided we had to complete the family image and have a baby."

Blake looked up at him, and actually flinched at the hurt on Ed's face. "I didn't want to be a mother," she said. Ed winced, but Blake plowed on. "But I went along with it. It was the worst nine months of my life. I had to give up drinking, smoking, and fucking. I almost went out of my mind. When you were born, I resented you terribly. I wanted as little to do with you as possible, and went back to being a slut, trying to make up for lost time."