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The doorbell rang. Robert had hoped Bill would had left before this, but their conversation had dragged on, both had lost count of time and it was now well past midnight.

Robert went to open the door. He was almost certain about what he was about to see, and he didn"t turn out wrong. As he opened the door the smell of alcohol struck Robert in the face. He saw a cab standing in front of the house. The driver, an old black man, holding his half conscious mother at the elbow.

"This your mom, girl?"

He nodded and reached into his pocket.

"That"ll be eight fifty.

He gave the man the money. As Robert took his mom by the arm to lead her in, the pitiful eyes of the driver, about to turn back, followed him. The door closed behind them.

"I think I"d better go," Robert heard Bill"s voice behind him. Burning inside, he turned around. Another pitiful glance awaited him. Bill"s glance fell from Robert to his mother.

"Yeah, sure..."

Bill hesitated a moment, but felt he"d better be quick, opened the door and vanished. Thank god, Robert thought. Leaned against the wall, Melissa was blabbering something half hearable. Robert urged her to move, she didn"t resist much. They walked through the corridor, into her bedroom. Melissa almost fell onto the bed.

Now Robert had become good at this. Her shoes went off first. He managed to take her blouse and skirt off pretty quickly. The stockings. Now that was a bit of a problem, but northing"s impossible. Soon Melissa was left in panties and a bra. Robert sat down and looked at his mother, lying semi naked on the bed totally drunk. He was to used to this really. The first time he undressed her made him so horny, he spend the whole night jerking off. But not anymore. He was actually mad at her, but his anger ceased down. All right, it was Billy after all. He had seen this happen before, and he had nothing to be ashamed of in front of his best friend.

Robert looked back at his mom; she had fallen asleep, half lying on her belly, her feet still on the floor. Slowly Robert reached out and touched her bare leg. He moved his hand up and down her thigh, then touched her panties, and with a light movement, slipped his hand under them. As he stroked around lazily, Robert smiled to himself. He deserved this at least. Still, he didn"t go on with this much longer. He got up, pulled the covers aside and moved Melissa up so that she was lying on the bed. She moaned, but didn"t wake up. After a short hesitation, he quickly undid the hook of her bra, turned her around and pulled the bra from under her. Robert spend a quick moment looking at his mother"s naked breasts. Almost obstinately it seemed he spend the time ticking away the seconds in his mind, rather than looking. Then in a rash move, he pulled the covers over her.

Robert looked around the room. The bra was still in his hands. He picked up the dresses from the floor, and as he was about to put them somewhere something struck him. A wicked smile suddenly appeared on his face. He stood in the middle of the room for a moment, then he switched the light off, and walked out, with the heap of dress in his hand.

A short corridor lead to the kitchen. Robert went there, flipped the switch and dropped the dress right in the middle of the kitchen. Not without some enjoyment, he kicked them around the floor bit so the different pieces got scattered. Finally Robert walked into the living room and brought the plates, coffee cups and full ash tray left over from the evening and laid them on the kitchen table.

A final look around to see if everything was ok. Enough for today, light"s off, he strolled off to bed.

* * *

It was somewhere past eleven, when Robert woke up. He turned around lazily and looked at the clock. Slowly the past day"s events came to his mind. Again, he was struck by a burst of anger, but he calmed down shortly after. Another short moment to remember the previous day and he suddenly sprang up and walked to the door. He looked out, everything was still. Then he noticed his mother"s jacket, in the end of the corridor, where he had kicked it. He smiled and went off to the bathroom. Some five minutes and Robert was back in the room to get dressed. He then went into the kitchen and switched the coffee machine on.

Some fifteen minutes had passed. Robert was almost done with his coffee, and eating the last of his biscuits, when he heard some noise from his mother"s bedroom. He tensed his ears, she was getting up all right. He hard her walk around the room, then the door of her bathroom open and close. Minutes later her bedroom door opened and she slowly walked into the kitchen, dressed in her light robe.

Robert sat, watching amused, as she stopped in the middle of the doorway to look around. Her face was utterly blank, she looked as if she hadn"t slept a whole week. Melissa looked down, moving her glance from the jacket, on which she was nearly standing, to the blouse, her skirt, and the bra, which lay right in the middle of the room. She looked totally confused.

"Good morning Robbie," she finally said.

"Morning Ma," Robert sipped the last of his coffee. Boy, she must be really bad, he thought as he looked at his mother. Melissa finally stepped into the kitchen, keeled down and picked up her the bra. She then walked over to the fridge stove which was next to Robert"s chair, and leaned herself against it.

"What happened yesterday?" she asked, still holding the bra, apparently not knowing what to do with it.

"Well, you came in drunk..." he said looking up at her, as she was standing just next to him.

"I know that."

"Billy was here."

"Billy?" she asked hesitantly, "Did he see..."

"Of course he did," Robert cut her abruptly. He watched the nervous expression of her face with a sort of satisfaction. Melissa looked around with her lost glance once again, probably trying to tie things together. She finally took a biscuit and began chewing it.

Robert watched her for a second or two. Suddenly he reached out and lay his hand on her thigh, just like the last day, only above the dress. Melissa shuddered slightly and made a faint movement to push him away, but she didn"t say anything. Robert was used to his mother"s hang-overs, he had done this before and he was almost sure that she liked it. Not too pressing, he caressed her lazily.

"So you don"t remember anything huh?"

"No..."

"Billy and I were sitting here, when you walked in," Robert said, slowly pressing on the movement of his hand.

"And?" Melissa looked around nervously once again.

"And... You came in throwing your jacket on the ground."

"What? I..." Melissa"s teeth cluttered as she looked at the jacket in the end of the corridor then at the rest of the dresses on the floor. Robert now moved his hand further up, so that it pressed between the wall and his mother"s ass. Melissa didn"t even notice this, she was looking stunned at the bra in her hand.

"U-huh," Robert struggled to keep the tone of his voice constant, "And the rest too."

Melissa let a loud desperate moan. Her hands dropped helplessly, as she stared at the floor. Robert looked at his mother"s helpless face, more lost than ever, with a feeling of satisfaction. Boy, was he loving this...

But... Robert was far from over with her. Suddenly, with a rash movement, he pulled his hand away from her. His lazy mood had vanished in an instant. With an energetic move he thrust his hand under the gown. He almost grabbed Melissa"s leg, just above the knee, then slid his hand up, again going over her thigh and straight towards the ass.

"Robbie!!!" Melissa shrieked. She tried to push back. His hand was now firmly clutching her ass, his fingers losing themselves in the cloth of her panties.

"Robbie, hell, what are you doing!"

"Ah, come on Mom, you go around showing people your boobs, don"t I have a right to play around with you a bit?"

His fingers had found their way under her panties. Melissa was pushing pack, but wearily, without much effort. Suddenly Robert grabbed her arm with his free hand, and pulled her down, so that she fell into his lap.

"Robert, please!"

He took no notice of her pleas. Now that she was seating on top of him, he could play around freely with both hands. He fondled both her legs, running his hands up and down her thighs.

"Now Ma, I haven"t even told you all the stuff you were blabbering yesterday..."

"What?!" Melissa cried out amid her faint attempts to push her sons prying hands away.

Robert wasn"t hasty to answer. Instead, he suddenly stopped playing with his mother"s legs and moved up. With a quick motion he pushed the two sides of her robe apart. She had no bra on, just as he had left her the day before, and her breasts opened themselves to him. Now though, he didn"t shy in observing them.

"Ah, Robbie!" again Melissa tried to cover her breasts, but Robert held her hands apart. He then began fondling his mother"s tits, simultaneously moving her body up and down by raising and lowering his knees under her.

"Robbie, please," Melissa moaned, "You"ve seen enough of me already, haven"t you?"

"Don"t be stupid, Ma," Robert"s hand squeezed her tit, "I see those boobs of your"s each time I have to get you into bed."

Melissa opened her mouth to say something but stopped. Instead she just looked at him helplessly, as his hands alternated between her breasts and ass. Too numb, to feel her son"s swollen crotch under her, she was trying to understand where would all this lead.

"What did I say yesterday," she finally said with a long sigh.

Now, Robert had to improvise here. He didn"t envision all of this going so far. Still, he had improvised several times now, and it brought him immense pleasure. Amid the excitement of playing with his mother in that manner, he was also turned on by the way he was exploiting her.

"You said..." Robert"s hand ran up Melissa"s inner thigh and stopped right at her panty, "You said something about Jason."

He chuckled to himself as he observed Melissa"s expression grow ever more tense.

"What?!"

With his other hand Robert cupped her breast, then pressed her tit between his fingers.

"I"m not quite sure," Robert said slowly, as his fingers squeezed her tit, and his other hand pressed over her panties.

"I had gone out for a moment, Billy was here with you," still slowly he tried to emphasize this. Still he hardly managed to keep his voice steady, praying he could pull this last one off.

"Well Ma, I didn"t quite catch your words... Billy must have heard you better, but I guess it was something about Jason not fucking you."

He rolled the word "fucking" meticulously, pronouncing it almost like an Englishman. His heart now rushed. Robert didn"t know who the hell Jason was. He had heard a bit of Melissa"s phone conversation with a friend, he was pretty confident that last night she, together with a couple of ladies, some of her friends, had been around this Jason. This was all he knew, but just a little something told Robert that he was playing the right card.

Melissa let a long, loud moan of despair. Just a look at her face and Robert knew immediately that he had done this last trick. Suddenly the rest seemed so trivial. With a new rush of adrenaline, Robert pushed himself a bit back from under her, so that he could undo his pants. In a second his large, swollen dick poking out, almost from under his mother"s leg. At first she didn"t notice it, but as he started stroking it, at the same time continuing to fondle her, her eyes turned toward him.

"Robert!"

"Ah, please," his voice had now lost the slight nervous tremble it had before. All that was left now was the sheer sexual excitement.

With his newly found confidence Robert suddenly grabbed Melissa"s hand and pulled it towards his crotch. She almost didn"t resist, and Robert pressed her palm firmly over his dick. Something new and exciting suddenly rushed through his body. The feeling of his mother"s hand pressing against his hard dick was just overwhelming.

Robert let go of Melissa"s hand, but she didn"t move it. She was just looking stunned at him. Robert licked his finger and pressed it against his mother"s tit. His other hand was stroking her thigh.

"Robert, please... This is wrong!"

He didn"t say anything. All he could still feel was his mother"s hand pressing against his dick. Suddenly he realized he could also feel it move a bit. He could sense her fingers fold slightly - as if she was couping them around his dick. Robert glanced at her face. He could sense her effort - she was trying to hold herself back but could hardly manage. All that had happened in the past minutes was enough to overwhelm anyone in Roberts place, and sure enough, it was only due to his unnatural ability to retain control, that he manage to remain cool when his body was wildly pumping adrenaline into his blood. Still, the sight of his mother forcefully holding herself back from stroking his dick was almost too much. A shiver past through him. Robert closed his eyes. It seemed that he was going to cum right there. Another shiver, his heart pumping, then it passed. He opened his eyes. Melissa hadn"t noticed anything, she was just looking down bluntly.

Now that Robert had regained his relative coolness he couldn"t let this one go.

"That"s it Mom, you"re doing it, you"re stroking me," he chuckled loudly. Melissa let a sudden long moan.

"Come on Ma, do it for real, give your son a handjob," with a swift, certain motion Robert"s hand dug under Melissa"s panties and pressed against the wet pussy. His fingers were now finding their way into her slit.

"No Robbie, this is very wrong," Melissa moaned, but she had already lost all control. Her fingers were now stroking Robert"s shaft from to bottom.



Robert could have went on playing with his mother"s conscience, but he suddenly felt that he wouldn"t hold on long. With a rash motion he pushed her up. It came so sudden that Melissa couldn"t quite stand up, managing to hold herself from falling, only by holding on to the edge of the table. But Robert had already sprung up. Holding her by the hips he didn"t let her stand up, instead lowered her down on the floor. As soon as Melissa touched the floor she didn"t resist. The floor wasn"t cold, and she could lean her head against the wall.

Robert dropped his pants and stepped out of them. He kneeled down in front of his mother, and without even looking up at her grabbed her panties and pulled them down. Seconds later he had spread her legs apart and moved forward. Robert then stopped. His glance dropped on Melissa"s face. The blunt, lost glance, wasn"t hard to decipher. His heart now beating like mad, Robert still wanted a last exploit. Changing his voice to something between disappointment and childish hopefulness he said:

"Come on Ma, don"t you want it?"

Melissa couldn"t say anything. Robert was kneeling between her legs, his dick inches away from her pussy. Filling his voice with more disappointment:

"Ah Mom, if you don"t want me to fuck you, just say so."

Robert was loving this. Melissa"s face was something to die for. He could see her gulp.

"So what?" pushing himself slightly back Robert was testing his patience like he had never done before. Melissa"s face had changed again. Now it showed a fight in her.

"Mom, I want you to say it. Will I fuck you now or not?"

Melissa gulped again. She said something hardly hearable, but Robert knew it was a yes. Still he made a lost face.

"No?"

Melissa"s face was unbearable. Robert was already moving further back, as if preparing to stand up.

"No... No, do it!"

Robert managed to hold back the grin.

"Do what Ma? Do you want me to..."

"Fuck me."

Robert moved back to where he had been.

"Are you sure Mom? I want you to say it once more."

Melissa"s throat strained. But right then her face seemed to calm a bit.

"Robbie, please..."

"Aha?"

"Please.. fuck your mother, baby.."

This was too much for Robert to manage. Without a further word, he flung himself forward. In a second his dick had pushed Melissa"s pussy lips apart and was deep inside. Robert grabbed his mother"s body somewhere above the hips and began pushing in and out. He had suddenly lost all of his previous coolness. When he was about to do this, Robert had planned to watch his mother"s face, but now he forgot all of that. He thrust in and out wildly with closed eyes.

He even seemed not to hear Melissa"s loud, long moans, as she felt like being ripped apart. Her pussy, for the last years penetrated only by her fingers, seemed unable to handle such a pounding.

It lasted probably a minute. Robert didn"t make any sign; when he pulled out the second stream of cum was flowing out, covering Melissa"s pussy. The third landed on her belly. Even after that the white liquid kept flowing out, looking like a continuous stream, not bound to end.

Panting heavily, Robert looked down. His mother"s pussy and everything around it appeared to him covered in white. He hadn"t come like that never before. Slowly he seemed to regain his senses. Robert looked up at his mother. She was also panting, her face showing a wild mix of pane, shame, disgusts and pleasure.

Robert helped her up and seated her in a chair. Melissa didn"t say anything while Robert messed around a bit. He wanted to get out of the house as quick as possible, so he quickly collected the dresses on the floor, and without looking up at his mom, left for his room. A pair of jeans and a clean light jacket, and Robert was out, behind the wheel and driving down the narrow street.

He didn"t drive far though. One corner behind him, he realized he could end up in hospital in he went on like this. Robert pulled over and switched the ignition off. He sat there in the car thinking the situation over. As he regained his calmness he began to think of all the things he would have done if he had remained cool in the end. He"d have asked his mom if she liked it and he would have made her admit she did. He knew just how far he could go on playing with her mind and conscience.

Half an hour might have passed before he realized, this was no place to park. He turned the engine on and drove off.

* * *

It was past ten in the evening, when Robert drove up to the house. He saw a light inside, and smiled to himself. When he opened the door and walked into the living room he knew exactly what to expect, and didn"t end up wrong. Melissa lay in an armchair, before her was a bottle of vodka. Another one, stood on the table unopened.

"Hi mom," Robert said walking into the room, "Drinking again?"

He said this with a regretful tone, but he actually was more than happy to see her in that state. It made everything so much simpler.

Melissa didn"t answer, but she didn"t resist, when Robert helped her up and began walking her to her bedroom. Inside he lay her down on the bed, just like the previous night, only now she wasn"t that drunk and didn"t fall asleep. Robert began undressing her. This wasn"t quite like the times before. Then Robert would be more cautious, he wouldn"t act so bold and straightforward. Now he didn"t even look up as he unbuttoned Melissa"s blouse, then pushed it towards her shoulders, almost expecting her to react and help get it off. When she did, and the blouse was off he left her upper body with the bra on and moved down. Quickly he pulled his mother"s trousers down, urged her legs up so that he could take them off altogether. Melissa didn"t resist any single one of his actions. When he was done with her pants he then quickly undid her bra and pulled it off, showing almost no interest in what lay under it.

Finally Robert stepped back and looked his mother in the eyes. Then he unzipped his jeans and let them fall down. Another second and his underpants were down. Robert hadn"t miscalculated himself. His dick wasn"t hard at all. Actually it took quite some effort to manage and he was happy with himself.

Robert didn"t need to wait long before he caught Melissa"s glance staring at his crotch. Robert walked up, so he stood just inches away from her. Melissa still didn"t take her eyes away from the hairy thing that dangled right in front of her. Suddenly, just as Robert was about to say something, she slowly reached out an put her hand against his dick. Her fingers slid under it"s shaft and with a calm motion began stroking it.

Robert smiled. His meaty cock quickly took shape, as her tender fingers rubbed against it. It didn"t take a minute before his manhood stretched out in it"s full length, pointing somewhere above Melissa"s head.

"Good girl," Robert whispered. But his mother didn"t show any reaction. She kept her glance away from his eyes, as her fingers worked their job, coupling his balls, stroking his shaft and head.

Robert wasn"t going to stop there however. With a somewhat clumsy movement he pushed his body towards Melissa, so that his dick touched her cheek. He then moved down a bit so that it touched her just above the tip of the mouth. Melissa didn"t react. Robert urged her, pressing against her mouth.

"Come on baby," Robert had decided to call her that, "don"t you want to give me a blowjob?"

Melissa still wouldn"t open. Her finger played bluntly with his dick, but she wouldn"t open her mouth. Robert reached out and touched her breast. His finger got hold of the hard nipple and began playing with it. He then slowly moved the tip of his dick around her face.

"Come on baby, be a good mommy, open your mouth for your boy."

Robert could see his dirty talk in action. He could see it on his mother"s face. He had noticed the action before, but for the first time he realized - she was really enjoying it. It even seemed to him, that she was deliberately pushing him to dirty talk her further, by refusing to take him in. With his hand still on her breast he continued.

"See those droplets of precum honey, I know you"re dying to taste the real thing."

Looking down at his mother"s face Robert was now almost certain. He began stroking her hair.

"Now then," he shoved his dick under her nose, "Open up and show me you"ve got more holes to you than that hairy cunt of yours."

Melissa was beginning to break. Robert was dying of excitement as he felt her lips slowly move apart.

"That"s it it Ma, be a good girl and show me you"re as good at sucking as I imagined."

She was still hesitant. His cock-head was nested between her lips, he knew that a light push would do the job, but he wanted his mom to do it herself. His hand trembled as it went down her hair.

"Don"t make me fuck your mouth Mom, a bitch your age ought to swallow cock with ease."

With those words the tip of his dick touched her tongue. It was simple as that. Robert couldn"t do much now, except moan and pant, as his shaft rubbed against his mother"s tongue and the head explored her mouth.

Robert hands clung to Melissa"s hair. He looked down but quickly realized that the sight was too much, even for him. His vision seemed to blacken, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine that this was some street whore not his mother blowing his dick. And boy, did she feel like a whore. Drunk as she were, Melissa sucked like Robert had never imagined possible.

It didn"t last long. With all his power of will Robert was helpless. Just a minute had passed when he felt his muscles contracting uncontrollable. It took him another moment to realize he was pumping cum into his mother"s mouth.Overwhelmed, Robert pulled out, the streams of cum still exiting his dick, covering her chin, mouth and dripping down on her breasts.

"Good girl," Robert panted. Smiling he nudged Melissa"s head so that she looked up at him. He could still see the confusion of feeling that was there in the morning, but he could also see unhidable pleasure. He pressed his dick to her cheek, and let the last droplets of cum cover her just beneath the eyes.

Robert suddenly noticed that her tongue had reached out and was touching his balls. Excited, Robert pushed them closer, until the hairy mass pressed against Melissa"s willing mouth.

"That"s right baby. You"re one good cock-sucking bitch, mom."

For a minute Melissa silently licked her sons balls, as several more drops of cum poured out to find their way to her face. Finally Robert moved back and looked at his mother.

"Did you like it Mom?" Robert kept stroking her hair.

Melissa hesitated. She was looking up, but her face still showed a mix of emotions. Robert kept stroking her hair.

"Didn"t you enjoy sucking off your son?"

"Yes..." Melissa said after a short pause.

"I enjoyed it too," Robert"s hands reached out to touch her breasts. For a minute his fingers played around her tits, squashing the several drops of cum that had landed on them around. Melissa waited silently.

"Ok mom, you"ve been a good girl today, I think you deserve a treat."

Robert leaned down and grabbed Melissa"s panties by the sides. Only then did he notice a large wet spot right in the middle of them. With a quick motion he pulled the underwear down till Melissa"s knees. Without a word she obediently raised her legs to let him pull her panties completely off.

Robert didn"t stop at all. Continuing in his rash, disinterested manner, he spread her legs apart, keeled down and pressed his tongue against the wet hairs. Melissa moaned. Robert licked again, pushing his tongue deeper, then he pulled back and looked up. His mother"s face had changed again. It was no longer pitiful, the drunk eyes were still there, but so was a streak of passion.

"Do you like this?"

"Yes, Robbie", she whispered.

"Do you want me to lick you more?"

"Yes..."

He pressed against her pussy again, then pulled back once more.

"Now make me believe it," his voice was demanding.

Melissa hesitated, but she spoke her words quite clearly.

"Lick me Robbie, please, lick my pussy."

Several more long seconds his tongue ran the length of her slit.

"Good girl, but let"s call it your cunt, ma."

Melissa sounded as if she had suddenly become sober, "Be nice to mommy, dear, lick that cunt of hers..."

That was all. Unbeknown to Melissa, Robert came once more, right then. He didn"t even care about licking her, it didn"t turn him on, he just went on with it. He simply realized that the job was done, there was no turning back. That was what really turned him on.

* * *

Days passed. Contrary to what could be expected, that day didn"t turn out to be exceptional for Robert and his mother. Melissa was in no position to control events, and Robert had not the slightest intention of stopping what had started. Even more than the most passionate of couples, their life began to revolve around the sole idea of sex.

Robert went on with his casual, sometimes careless behavior with his mother. It was a part of their sexual life that served to turn him on more than anything. What was more the same was true for Melissa. It seemed that she tolerated Robert"s attitude because of her physical weakness, but the reality was that she enjoyed it to an extreme.

Robert also never gave up the pleasure of playing with his Melissa"s nerves. Once she was standing at the sink washing the dishes, when she heard his voice, approaching from behind. Robert was talking on his mobile, probably it was one of his friends. She could hear him laugh.

"Ok, Mat, you guys have a good time... No, no, I"m not coming today... Na-h I"ve got a cunt to fuck today."

Melissa"s body tensed. Robert was standing right behind her. Suddenly, with a sharp, almost violent movement he thrust his hand under her skirt and grabbed her ass. Melissa couldn"t hold back a loud shriek. Her cheeks were suddenly on fire, as she heard the voice on the other end roar with coarse laughter. She imagined the way she had sounded.

"See... Ok.. No, no, it"s not Jessie, you know... it"s my mom."

Melissa"s knees seemed to give way. For a moment her heartbeat rang in her ears. It took her quite some time to realize that Robert had already hung up before he said that. When her heartbeat was finally back to normal she wanted to turn around and scream at Robert. She didn"t however. His hands had already managed in peeling her underwear aside, and his dick was pushing towards her pussy from behind.

Apart from such incidents their life went on as one would expect a loving couple to progress. Sometimes when bolts of guilt hit her Melissa wanted to sit down and talk to Robert. She couldn"t help thinking that all of this was wrong. She did however quickly realize, that it was beyond her strength. Not least because she really didn"t want to stop having sex with her son and because with every day that passed all that continued between them became ever more commonplace, and confronting it became ever harder.

Another thing happened however. Shortly after their first coupling, Robert began to notice that his mother stopped getting drunk to the extreme extent he usually found her in. Some days she even remained almost sober till nightfall. The rest of time she would stop drinking as soon as Robert was around, ready to turn his attention to her body.

This was something even Robert had never anticipated. At first it seemed to him, that this could mean an end to their sexual life, after all, nothing of what had happened would if not for Melissa"s drinking. But he was wrong. The less she drank, the more she demanded from him. At times it seemed that she was silently blackmailing him: fuck me, or else I"ll get drunk.

It took some time, several months, before she finally stopped, but she eventually did. Melissa was still weak, but she had quit alcohol altogether. As Robert liked to think, she had traded the throat of the bottle for his dick.



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