Sylvia, Neil and Bobbie, Too

Reading tales of granite-chested men romancing scantily-clad maidens with heaving bosoms never failed to stimulate Sylvia's imagination, and her libido. Although each novel never strayed far from the basic formula of pursuit and conquest, she devoured these pulp rags with increasing regularity.

Of course, she was already stimulated, so the novel only stoked her fire higher.

Oh, Lord. I shouldn't be reading this trash right now, like I need anything to get my brain spun up. What I really need is a cold bucket of water dumped on my head!

Still, she took a pair of reading glasses from the nightstand, propped them on her nose and opened the book.

As the chiseled hero finally wore away the ample-breasted young maiden's final shred of resistance, desire overtook them as he ripped away her bodice. Sylvia, as was her habit, cupped her hand over her downy pubis and began a slow circular motion.

As the hero undulated against the woman's soft, yielding form, Sylvia dipped a finger into her wetness, rubbing the hard, little nub with increasing ferocity. Her lips parted, exposing clenched teeth as she stoked the heat roiling within her body. At a certain point, she always read the words aloud, but quietly enough to be barely audible. Hearing her own voice saying the words added to the experience, helping her to come. Trying not to pant with arousal, she murmured to herself.

Lady Beth whimpered with each thrust of the prince's body. Shame and outrage gave way to submission as his urgent, pounding hardness filled her womanhood. Her eyes had been closed while he tore away her garment, revealing her soft, nubile body underneath, but now they opened to the sight of the prince's muscular, well-defined chest.

The next paragraphs surprised her with their hint of kink and pushed her further toward completion.

With his hard nipple only inches from her mouth, she decided to take what revenge she could. Parting her full, red lips, Lady Beth took the prince's nipple and tugged at it with her teeth. The response was immediate.

"Ah, damn you, wench!" The prince cursed, his body bucking and writhing against hers.

Lady Beth reached up to tug his other nipple, digging her thumbnail into the tender, red bud. The prince groaned with frustration, trying to pull away from her mouth and her touch, but it was of no use. The tables had been turned and now it was she who controlled her lusty adversary. A sense of satisfaction washed over Lady Beth as she suckled aggressively at his breast, spurring him to completion.

Sylvia's weakness was nipple play, no matter whose tits were being fondled and sucked, giving or receiving, be they male or female. One of the few things she missed about her ex was his ability to tease and torture her tingling, post-natal buds for hours on end. She had to admit Dan-O's expert touch produced the most explosive orgasms, and she missed that terribly.

"Ah! Ahhh!!!" The prince quivered, growling as he couldn't help but come, filling her body with raw seed.

Sylvia's fingers slapped against her wet pussy until she hissed in climax along with the prince. She fought to keep from moaning out loud as her body convulsed against her own seasoned touch. The paperback tumbled from her hand as she reached up to squeeze her breasts, riding down the crest of the orgasm. Warm afterglow spread across her body as she caught her breath, but still, she wasn't totally satisfied.

Goddamn! Fuck! I need a man between my legs! I need some real cock.

She pulled the nightgown back to her knees, licking the wetness from her fingers, a tear streaking down her reddened cheek.

Maybe now I can get some sleep.

Sylvia extinguished the lamp, then rolled over, pulling the blankets up around her chin. An extra-firm pillow slipped between her thighs as she clenched them together, imagining the body of a lover who would never leave. Within minutes, light wisps of a gentle snore escaped her nose and mouth in her not-so-gentle surrender to the night.

However, the sweet release of masturbation didn't spare her from erotic dreams. In her dreamscape, Sylvia lie on her back, legs spread wide, as the prince's body moved against hers.

"Yes, yes," was all she could say. Her hands clamped around his waist, feeling his muscles tense as he pounded her pussy. The prince's hot breath washed over her face as she realized her own nakedness. The prince had ripped her nightgown away and was taking her, whether she wanted it or not.

But she wanted it, needed it, so very much. In a daring move, her hands roamed his solid chest, stopping to caress his erect nipples. At the same time, she felt her hands squeezing and tugging at her own breasts, electricity sparking from her sensitive buds straight down to her throbbing pussy.

Then, like in her romance novel, she took the prince's nipple in her mouth. She craved completion, when he would fill her body with his ejaculate. Suckling like a newborn baby, she rolled his other nub between her thumb and forefinger, pinching it playfully. That did the trick. Her prince growled and bucked against her naked flesh.

"Coming, coming," was all her royal stud could say as he convulsed against her body in orgasm.

"Yes, my love...YES!!!" She whimpered in surrender. "Fill me! Fill my body!!!"

Sylvia's orgasm forced her to open her eyes, and what she saw was no prince. Looking at her lover's face, she could see that it was her son, Neil! Immediately, she tried to stop, but lacked the will.

Oh, my God! What's going on? How could I ever let this happen?

Finally, she gathered her motherly strength together and tried to push him away, but he fell on top of her, naked as well. She gasped at the weight of her boy's firm body pressing against her.

"Neil, son, no...no..."

But the lovely sensation of bare flesh upon flesh, hot and damp from aggressive lovemaking, overwhelmed any fight that remained within her.

"No...no...this is wrong," She whispered into his ear, his cock still flexing inside her. "What we're doing is incest"

"Please, Mom," he finally spoke. "I don't care if it's incest. This feels so good, and so right. Nobody has to know."

Beaten by the odds, Sylvia surrendered completely, somehow knowing what was happening wasn't real. She relaxed and let her son make love to her again. In her dream state, she dared to spur him on.

"Fuck me, son," she gasped, her body quivering with each thrust of Neil's body. "Fuck your mother. Give her what she needs. Fuck...FUCK!!!"

"Yes, Mom, YES!!!" he responded, slapping his body against hers with a steady rhythm as he gazed into her eyes with love and devotion.

Another mutual climax, and Sylvia awoke to the rising sun. In her sleep, the nightgown had come off and she was massaging her hard-tipped breasts with frustration. It took a moment for her to realize the incestuous interlude never happened, but until then, she kept her eyes closed, glowing hot with shame, but smiling nonetheless.

Once again, she managed to eject her son from the bathroom so she could get to work on time. And again, another glop of his fresh ejaculate clogging the drain.

That poor boy's cock must be red from jerking off so much!

But now, she couldn't help but smile at her horny young stud.

At lunchtime, Sylvia pushed herself away from a pile of legal papers and wandered into the ladies' room. Once she closed and latched the metal door to the stall, her skirt and panties dropped to her ankles as she pulled open her blouse. Again, fingers slipped inside her wetness as she tugged on a hard nipple.

As the sensation built within her body, she bit her lower lip, trying not to pant and moan with pleasure.

Careful, Sylvia, careful. That's it...that's it...yes...

She tried to concentrate on visions of her fictional prince, but her son's face kept intruding. Finally, with great apprehension, she gave up and let her son take over. She envisioned his thick cock bulging inside his snug shorts and her trembling hands pulling it free.

Oh, god, so wrong. I just want to see it, just once. Oh, the hell with that! I want to touch it. Suck it. Swallow his come! Oh, Sylvia, you perverted mother!

Fingers swirling around her erect clit, her body stiffened with climax. Oh, what sweet release as her hand made wet, slapping noises against her ladyfur as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body, her mouth agape. As the moment passed, she let out a loud sigh, the sound of it surprising even her.

Then silence.

As Sylvia licked her fingers, savoring the taste and scent, she envisioned her son's mouth doing the duty, gazing into her eyes as he tasted her juices.

Naughty, wretched slut you are, Sylvia.

But again, she smiled. Now she reasoned if these sinful, incestuous thoughts remained only in her fantasies and dreams, Sylvia was doing nothing wrong. It would remain her dirty secret and nothing else.

"Everything work out okay?" A voice said from the next stall.

Sylvia jumped. She realized the voice belonged to her friend Bobbie.

Oh, shit! I thought I was alone!

In a flash, Sylvia pulled her skirt and panties up, adjusted her bra and buttoned up her blouse.

"I'm sorry," Bobbie chuckled. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"No, no, it's okay," Sylvia lied. "I didn't know you were there."

Dammit! Bobbie was listening to me masturbate! Now what do I say?

"Don't worry, honey," her friend replied. "It's our secret." She chuckled again. "We're not the only ones who need a little relief during the day."

"What?" Sylvia looked up at the ceiling, a bit relieved but still apprehensive. "You, too?"

"Of course!" She replied. "I may be old and fat, but I'm a human being with needs just like everyone else."

"Oh, stop talking about yourself like that. I won't allow it!" Sylvia stood up, smoothing her skirt against her thighs. "Let's get out of here so we can talk freely."

"Fine by me, girlfriend."

Thankfully, it was a beautiful day, and the short row of wooden benches at the far end of Lehman Park offered a view of vast expanses of green grass and old growth trees. Although the calendar said winter had gone, it had lingered around well into spring, so a light sweater was in order. Young mothers watched over their children at the playground area in the center of the park, while other workers took their lunch breaks on similar benches dotting the area. A hint of warmth from the sun overhead felt so good after being cooped up in the busy office. Sylvia and Bobbie sat close together so they wouldn't be heard by passing strollers.

"Wish I had a Yankee silver dollar for every woman in our building who got off in the ladies' room." Bobbie took a long drag from her cigarette, lifting her face to exhale the smoke over Sylvia's head. "I'd be able to retire."

"Bobbie, believe me, I don't normally do that kind of thing," Sylvia lied again. She didn't want to admit she had frigged herself to sleep every night for years, and now she couldn't even wait to get home. "It's just recently." She adjusted her sunglasses, grateful it hid her eyes from her friend. "Maybe it's my time of the month, or the change in seasons."

"Who knows?" Bobbie said, taking another drag. "We're grown-up women and we're horny." She was never one to mince words or use delicate phrases.

"God, I could use a man between my legs, but dating's just not on the menu right now." Sylvia surprised herself, speaking so freely about the situation. Of course, she had engaged in girl talk with Bobbie for years, but never anything as revealing as this. Her friend's matter-of-fact attitude emboldened her, however, and Sylvia needed an ear to bend.

"That ex-husband really did a number on you, didn't he?" Bobbie raised an eyebrow.

"Danny boy? Some of it, yes, but at my age, and with Neil, I just don't want any drama. I've worked too damn hard to get where I am now."

"I understand that, for sure." Bobbie leaned toward her friend, her breasts shifting forward to create a deep, lovely valley of cleavage, something that didn't go unnoticed.

In spite of her being straight, or thinking of herself as such, Sylvia tried not to look down at the inviting vision, but failed.

God, her tits must be huge. They look so soft and inviting. I must admit I've admired them for years. Oh my God, what am I thinking?

"I'll let you in on a secret," Bobbie whispered, her face inches from Sylvia's.

"What?"

"This summer, I'll turn fifty." Bobbie dropped her cigarette to the concrete, crushing it out with the toe of her sensible shoe. "Now imagine how difficult it is for me, with my age and size, to get a man into my bed."

"But Bobbie, you're a very attractive woman." Sylvia told the truth.

In spite of her matronly appearance and plump figure, her friend had an aura of confidence and sensuality that was hard to miss. Bobbie was blessed with a great face, one any normal man, or person, would love to look at for the rest of their lives. And those magnificent tits. Sylvia always thought Bobbie being without a significant other was a waste of an incredible woman.

"Please forgive me for asking this, but why haven't you taken a lover?"

Bobbie fished another Marlboro from her purse and placed it between her lips. She played the flame of a chrome Zippo beneath the tip, drawing in until it crackled to life, then exhaled a plume of smoke from her lungs.

"When my Ronald had his heart attack at thirty-eight," Bobbie snapped the Zippo shut, returning it to her purse. "The love of my life passed into the next world, leaving only me and my boy."

Sylvia nodded, having heard that part of the story before. Bobbie continued.

"Honey, it's said that women reach their sexual prime in their thirties, and by god, I think that's true. It started then and hasn't stopped for me, at least the desire and need."

Sylvia gazed at the ash on the end of Bobbie's cigarette.

"I had a healthy, growing son and suddenly I was all alone in the world."

Sylvia nodded. She realized that, in many ways, their paths were similar.

"After the initial shock, and after I started learning how to handle the grief, I realized how much I also missed him between my legs." Bobbie chuckled, somewhat embarrassed.

"Ron would give me a good, hard fucking at least once a week, usually on Sunday afternoon." Color started to flush on her cheeks. "And I mean he raped me! My God, he'd literally rip off my clothes and throw me on the bed." She averted her eyes, pretending to look at the children playing on the swing across the park green. "I think it was his way of working off the stress of his job, but who cared why? He was an animal!"

Sylvia marveled at her honesty as the words tumbled out of Bobbie's mouth, as if she had to tell all, to confess. She understood this catharsis and let her continue.

"That and he loved my tits. He'd torture my nipples raw and I'd love every delicious minute of it. Fuuuck, I miss that so much." Bobbie exhaled another cloud of smoke. Her eyes lost focus for a moment and she shook her head as if reliving those lusty times.

"Oh, my!" Sylvia giggled, unsure of how to respond. Although she was somewhat surprised by her friend's candor, she also found herself becoming aroused. She couldn't help but envision a younger, naked Bobbie getting pounded hard by her man, flat on her back, her breasts a unforgettable sight to behold.

I can see why her husband loved her tits. So much silky smooth flesh to play with and suck.

"Oh, sorry." Bobbie flicked the ash from her cigarette as she snapped into the moment. "I'm getting too personal."

"No, no..." Unconsciously, Sylvia reached out to touch her friend's arm. Perhaps it was the fact that Bobbie was revealing some all-too-familiar secrets or Sylvia was discovering a deeper level of their friendship, but the contact of their skin made her body glow with warmth. "Please continue."

"I could've handled so much more," Bobbie said, "but he worked so hard and was usually tired when he came home." She crushed out the second cigarette. "And that's what finally killed him."

"Oh, Bobbie," Sylvia fingertips brushed back and forth against her friend's skin. "That's so sad. I know how it is when the night comes on and there's no man in your bed." She giggled again as Bobbie reached out to return the touch, grasping her forearm. "That's when you learn more about yourself than you ever did before."

"Goddamn right." Bobbie smiled, looking at her reflection in the dark lens of her friend's sunglasses. For a moment, she wondered what Sylvia looked like naked.

I don't care if anyone calls me a dyke. I love it all. Sylvia would be such a hot little playmate. I'd be her lover. I'd be her mother, too.

"Don't get me wrong." Bobbie, self-consciously, pulled back her hand. "I'd love a man in my bed every night, and one who knew what he was doing. After Ronnie, though, I'm not sure if I can share my heart again." She laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "My pussy? Yes. But my heart? Only my husband. He took that with him."

Late that afternoon, Sylvia and her son went through their familiar and comfortable routine of food and relaxing in front of the television. As she pondered Bobbie's lunchtime confession, her mind wandered to her son. Again, she found herself glancing over to him on the sofa, his solid form encased in his usual tee-shirt and snug shorts.

At the next look, their eyes met. Sylvia jumped slightly, caught in the act.

"What is it, Mom?" Neil asked, his arms spread out across the back of the sofa, his legs apart, spreadeagle. Sylvia said the only thing she could think of in the moment, something she'd said to her son a million times over the years.

"I love you."

Neil smiled a tiny bit.

"I love you too, Mom."

The night brought another round of vivid dreams as the pulp romance prince nursed her while pounding away at her throbbing pussy. This time, Sylvia realized no one was really there, but she relished the ribbon of disjointed dreams, nonetheless. Luxuriating in her lucid dreamscape spurred her to explore the darker corners of her fantasies. She went to the only place she could.

Oh, who am I kidding? There's no prince, except for the one living under my roof, the product of my womb. My son is fucking me now, and I'm sucking his tits to make him come faster.

Without fear of retribution, she boldly spoke to her boy.

"That's it. Fuck me, son. Fuck your mother and fill me with your seed, you young stud. Fuck your slut mother!"

Her son obeyed, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

"Come for me, my darling boy."

She could feel the wetness of sweat and juices between their bodies.

"Yes, Mom...yes!!!"

As Neil climaxed against her, she felt another presence in the room. She looked over her son's shoulder and saw Bobbie approaching. The look in her friend's eyes went from surprise to amusement as she witnessed the two naked bodies incestuously coupled. She nodded approvingly.

"Yes, my love, as it should be."

Then she did something else.

While Sylvia gazed at her friend, her son's cock still filling her pussy, Bobbie unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a pair of huge, magnificent breasts.

Oh, my God!

Sylvia marveled at the sight of Bobbie's magnificent orbs, capped by huge areolas and thick, erect nipples pointing straight out. Her friend moved closer, her face drawing near. The next moment, their lips met, Bobbie taking the lead, slipping her tongue into Sylvia's willing mouth.

Mmmm, this is so good, wet and warm.

As Neil fucked his mother, the two women kissed deeply and aggressively. Bobbie's hand grasped Sylvia's shoulder while her other hand rested against Neil's naked flesh. Bobbie whispered.