Bobby turned his attention away from the TV when he heard the lock turning on the front door. "Hi, Mom. How'd your visit with the doctor go today?"
"Fine, honey. Real fine."
"You look a little down. Anything wrong? Can I get you something to drink?"
Louise set her purse on the coffee table, sat down next to her son and patted him on the leg. She let out a long sigh as she settled herself onto the sofa. "Thanks, Bobby. I'd appreciate it."
Bobby stood and went into the kitchen. A few minutes later, he was back. "You didn't say what you wanted, so I fixed you some ice water." He handed it to his mother.
Louise Chandler took a couple of sips and set the glass down next to her purse. "Ahhh," she said. "That hit the spot."
Bobby moved to the back of the sofa and stood behind his mother. "Need a massage?" he asked as he began kneading her shoulders.
Louise leaned back a bit, kicked off her shoes and propped her feet up on the coffee table. "You sure know how to make your mother feel good, son. Real good."
Bobby's mother closed her eyes in an effort to increase the overwhelming sensation of feeling pampered. She took a deep breath. "I almost wish I had made him wear a condom," she thought. Mentally, she shrugged her shoulders. "But, it felt too damned good doing 'it' bare skin to bare skin. Too late now, anyway. I done went and got myself pregnant."
Louise let out a satisfied moan while asking herself how she was going to tell Bobby that he would soon be a father and brother at the same time. She grabbed his hands and held them still.
"Now's the time to tell him," she thought. Louise opened her mouth to speak but, instead, pulled his hands down to cover her breasts.
Bobby began to knead his mother's breasts. Almost instantly, he felt her nipples harden through her blouse. "She's not wearing a bra!" he said to himself.
"What'd the doctor tell you?"
Mrs. Chandler sighed. "He told me he liked my tits."
"Did you thank him?"
"Sure did," Louise told her son.
"How did you thank him?"
"Got down on my knees and gave him some head."
Bobby laughed. "Yeah, right. And I nailed Katy Perry while you were out."
Bobby leaned in and kissed his mother at the base of her neck and then began to nibble lightly on her earlobe.
"I've got to tell him," she told herself over and over again. "But, how?" was always the next thought in her mind.
Louise looked up at her son. She could see his love for her in his eyes. With his every movement, she could see it. She hoped that the love she had for him was just as palpable.
"I love you so much, Bobby," she told him.
"I love you, too, Mother."
Once again, Louise covered Bobby's hands with her own. "Let's go to the bedroom," she said.
Bobby, having let it slip his mind that his mother had yet to tell him about her visit, looked on as she stood and started for the bedroom. He followed close behind.
Now in Louise's bedroom, Mother and son began to unceremoniously take off their own clothes. In just a couple of minutes they were both naked. "Come, Bobby," Louise said as she lay down in the middle of the bed. "Make love to me. I need you, baby."
Bobby needed no other invitation. He knelt at her feet.
Bobby lifted his mother's left foot and made broad swipes with his tongue on the sole. Beginning with her little toe, he took them, one by one, into his mouth and bathed them with his wet tongue. The big toe was the one to which he gave the most attention; sucking on it much like when his mother had sucked on his cock.
He left a trail of warm saliva as he licked his way around her ankle and down along her calf.
Mrs. Chandler emitted her first moan of hedonistic desire when Bobby's tongue made a horizontal swipe across the back of her knee. Her body twisted and trembled from the hot stabbing flames of passion that coursed through her body.
Bobby lavished her thigh with his ministering tongue; finally zeroing in on the small crevasse that lay between that same thigh and her vaginal lips.
Louise's heaving stomach pushed her mound up against his face. "Yes!" she cried out triumphantly when he made his first vertical swipe along her quickly swelling outer labia.
"Noooooo," she groaned when he abandoned her outer lips and moved on to her other leg and, lifting her right leg and licking his way to her toes. He worshipped the toes on her right foot in much the same manner as he had done on her left foot. The trip down her leg and on toward her sexual alter was quick, but thorough.
Bobby spread his mother's ass cheeks wide. He used a thumb to massage her anal ring. Mrs. Chandler, remembering the time her son had taken her anal cherry, pushed back against Bobby's thumb. "Oomph!" she grunted at the sudden, but welcome, invasion of her ass.
Mildly surprised, Bobby hesitated for a brief moment, and then shoved his thumb in to the hilt. He pulled back until Louise's tight anal ring circled his knuckle. He bent his thumb at the knuckle several times in hopes of widening her backdoor receptacle.
Louise continued to groan. Her passion, already mounting and already begging for release, filled her soul with an unholy desire.
"Fuck my ass, Bobby!" she cried. "Fuck my ass!"
Bobby licked his way up her perineum, traversed her blood engorged pussy lips and gave her clit a broad swipe of his tongue. He made the same journey in reverse, stopping only when his tongue met his thumb.
One more trip up to her clitoris was about all Louise Chandler could tolerate. She was possessed with the idea that she had to have her son's massive tool plowing in and out of her butt. "Goddammit, Bobby, violate my asshole." She gasped at the sudden lack of contact between his thumb and her rectum.
Bobby moved up until his cockhead was pressing against the lips that guarded the door to her sexual sanctuary. He leaned down and kissed her; offering his tongue.
Louise hungrily allowed the invasion for a few seconds, before her own tongue pushed his back and did some invading of its own.
Mother and son, grinding their bodies against each other, continued their oral combat; forcing the both of them to breathe through their noses.
"Noooooo!" she cried as her son's hot, throbbing cock pushed its way into her inner sanctum.
"What's wrong, Mother?" Bobby grunted between breaths.
"My ass! My ass!" Louise yelled.
Bobby began to pump his tool in and out of his mother's vagina while she pounded his back with closed fists.
"I know, Mother," Bobby said. "I'm just getting some lubrication."
