Carl lay, wearing his briefs and a T-shirt, stroking his cock as he held the centerfold of the XXX magazine's "girl of month" on his belly. He was alone in the third-floor apartment.
His mother had left for the airport to catch a flight to visit her sister for a week. She had been gone about 30 minutes and Carl was killing time.
Finally, figuring his mother would not return for something she might have forgotten, he dropped the magazine to the floor and rolled from bed. Approaching the closet, he opened the door and reached to the back right hand corner and extracted a box. On his knees, he studied the box which featured a comic-like naked girl spreadeagled. He was mesmerized by the realistic looking pussy between her legs. At 18, he had no girlfriend, only friendly female acquaintances, with most of his sexual knowledge coming from XXX magazines and movies. It was, in fact, one of their ads in the magazine that prompted the purchase of "Tiffany". Her pussy would feel just like the real thing, or so it advertised. With anticipation, he pulled the inflatable girl from the box along with a small hand pump. He studied between her legs, touching the rubber pussy with curiosity. He pushed his finger into it and it felt tight. He connected the pump and began to inflate the lifelike female doll. It was soon firm. He glanced at the instructions telling him all was ready. He got himself naked.
Taking it by the arm to the bed, entering the bed, he placed it to his left and cuddled up with it, kissing the red lips. He had opted out of purchasing the triple holed one. With eyes closed, his hands began to roam, pretending the rubber doll to be lifelike, squeezing her tits, ass and reaching to stroke the inside of her thighs. He imagined it to be, Betty, one of his sexy and attractive friends.
Finally, he could not wait any longer to give the rubber pussy a try! He rolled to position himself between the already bent and lifted legs. Taking his cock in hand, he positioned it to her hole and pushed, penetrating the rubber pussy. Not knowing what a real pussy felt like, it felt more than adequate! Cradling the doll, as he had seen in the movies, nature prevailed as he began to fuck the inflatable female.
"Aaaaggggggggoh!" It only took mere minutes before he groaned, ejaculating into the artificial pussy.
At the last second he had envisioned what he thought Betty might look like naked, beneath him in the throes of passion. With youthful enthusiasm, he continued stroking his cock into the now soiled, clammy pussy. The rubber pussy was now even more to his liking! He was soon breathing heavily, climbing the ladder to a second orgasm.
"CARL! WHAT IN THE HELL!" Martha, his mother, shouted, from a few steps inside his room.
His door shut, but not locked, he had no way of hearing the front door to their apartment being unlocked or her footsteps coming down the hall. In the throes of erotic passion, stabbing his cock into the pussy of his imaginary friend, Betty, he had not heard his door open. He had been very close to his second orgasm. He scrambled, yanking his erect cock free, searching for a place to go, but, there was no place to hide. He reached for the bedding to cover up "Tiffany". As for himself, all he could do was sit on the side of the bed feeling dazed with embarrassment, his very erect cock still uzzing cum. Becoming conscious of his cum-glistened cock and its uzzing, he reached for a bit of bedding to stuff between his legs, effectively covering himself. He cut his eyes at his mother as she stood frozen like a statue.
Martha, finally got a grip on herself. "My flight was counselled until later tonight. I'll go start supper. You'd best clean up!"
Carl was somewhat relieved when his mother left his room. He deflated "Tiffany" and stuffed her, unnclean, haphazardly into the box, along with the hand pump and directions, and threw her back into the closet. Then, he cleaned up,dressed and steeled himself for whatever was coming his way.
Martha, stared at the hamburgers in the frying pan. Her mind a million miles away, thinking about how stingy she had been with her pussy in regard to her husband. Her husband had died eight months earlier. It surprised her that she had been so mesmerized by opening her son's door and catching him "in the act". For a second, she had thought he was with a real girl but that thought evaporated quickly.
She had stood, perhaps three minutes, mesmerized by her son's humping butt... his buttocks tightening and relaxing with each thrust. Every time is butt lifted, she could see a good bit of his balls. As he had sat momentarily on the edge of the bed before covering himself up, she had gotten a good enough look at his long, stiff erection. Now, flippping the burgers, she chastised herself for wanting a longer viewing of his cock. Had she appraised it as thick? Carl, entering entering from the hall snapped her back to reality.
In the open concept kitchen/living room, he took a seat on the sofa, his back to his mother, and turned on the TV.
Martha, thought about what she could possibly say.
Putting cheese on the burgers, she moved the pan off the heat and placed a lid on top of it to sit a few minutes. She walked to the sofa and sat down, leaving the middle seat open. "When did you buy that... that..."
"Tiffany." He finished her thought. "About a week ago in anticipation of you visiting your sister. Mom! You were supposed to be on a plane headed for New York."
"Hey! I'm sorry! Things happen." She said in an apologetic tone. Then, "I hear you talk about your girl... friends a lot... Betty, particularly. Are you not close enough with any of them for them to be physical with you?"
"No." He said with finality.
"I bet you were thinking about Betty?" She said lightheartedly. "I've seen her, remember, and she is a sexy thing."
"MOM!" Carl exclaimed.
"Lighten up, Carl! You have every right... to do your thing. I'm not upset with you! Let's eat supper and forget it even happened. I'll be gone in a few hours and you can spend the whole evening with...forget "Tiffany"... you had to be thinking about Betty." She said with a chuckle. "Now, come to the table and let's eat."
After eating, Carl had thanked his mother and retired back to the sofa to watch TV until his mother kissed him, saying goodbye.
Martha did not return home from her second trip to the airport. During the whole flight, she thought about the sex she had had with her husband...or, the lack-there-of. It had always been good and satisfying. But, so many times she had wanted to have sex but withheld it for no reason at all.
Occasionally, more than she would like to admit, looking at the ground from 30,000 feet, she revisited the scene in Carl's room. His young humping ass, repeated quick glimpses of his balls as he lifted, then, him sitting there on the edge of the bed with his erect cock covered with cum. The head of this cock appeared, she remembered, to be coated with semen. He had come once already, came the sudden realization! What other explanation could there be?
In their younger years, she remembered, her husband would persuade her to have sex during the day or with the light on. Often he had come into her twice, then, when they had disconnected, she would be persuaded to stroke his shaft. When she was brave, still filled with lust, her eyes not closed, she would a fascinated at the goodly amount of cum covering the domed head and shaft of his cock. She had been persuaded to do other things too! Sometimes, if you left the bed, she would finger her pussy with her forefinger, coating it with his cum, then, rub her forefinger and thumb together. 'Why was I so stingy with my pussy, Brad? I miss you so much. I miss sex!'
Carl was doing exactly what his mother had suggested.
First, he took the uninflated doll into the bathroom to clean her pussy. To relieve the tension and thoughts of his mother catching him, he inserted a XXX DVD into his television in his room. He had never had any thought Iwhatsoever of sex with his mother...no fantasies...nothing... but, incest and the taboo of it was intriguing! So, "Taboo III", more so, the actresses than anything else was a favorite. His concentration, rewinding the film often, was on Honey Wilder, though, Kay Parker was a close second. He was conscious of the fact that he was drawn to the older women, and, so it seemed, they were usually the ones fucking their sons, step-sons etc..
