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@BEGIN_FILE_ID.DIZ
Part I

Mary Jenner lay in her bed, her heart
pounding, her mind racing.  He would
be coming soon.  He would come into her
room and get into her bed.  He would
touch her breasts and suck her nipples.
He would put his hand between her legs
and feel her and rub her and make her wet.
Then he would fuck her.  Mary Jenner lay
in bed, afraid.  Her son would be coming
soon.
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     Brad Jenner lay in his bed, massaging his cock and balls.  He
trailed his fingernails lightly from between his legs, across his
balls, along the length of his cock, squeezing the skin below the
head as his cock slowly became engorged.  He rubbed up and down his
cock and pressed his palm flat into his groin.  Brad loved the way
his cock would be soft and flacid and slowly would grow larger and
harder.  Brad's legs tensed and released and tensed again, giving
him that warm, queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.  His cock
was hard now, standing straight up, solid and full.  He placed his
left hand around his cock and slowy began to jerk it up and down.
Brad's eyes were shut.  He saw his mother, naked, on her back, legs
spread.  Her cunt was spread wide, waiting for him.  He would
tounge her and make her wet and make her moan. Then he would fuck
her.   And make her scream.

     Mary's door opened and Brad stood in the doorway, naked.

     "Turn on the light."

     Mary reached over to the nightstand and switched the lamp on,
giving a soft glow to the room.

     "Sit up".  Brad's voice was cold, commanding.  Mary sat up and
leaned back against the headboard.  Brad climbed into the bed and
straddled his mother, his cock laying flat against her belly.  Brad
looked into his mother's eyes and he saw her fear and the fear made
his cock harder.  Mary could not hold Brad's stare and lowered her
eyes.

     Brad placed his hands on his mother's breasts and began to
knead them slowly.  Mary's tits were soft and full and Brad fondled
his mother, playing with her.  He leaned forward and placed his
mouth on one nipple and began to suck her through her the white
nylon of her nightgown.  Brad forced his saliva onto her nightgown,
making a dark wet patch where her nipple was.  Brad's left hand
continued to fondle his mother's other breast, squeezing and
pulling, grabbing the nipple and rolling it between his thumb and
forefinger.

     Brad leaned back, arms extended and ripped the front of Mary's
nightgown open.  He sat back and gazed at his mother's tits.

Mary's eyes were shut, slow tears forming.  Her son was looking at
her breasts.  Her son.  Mary burned with shame and humiliation.
She shook her head slowly.

     "Please, don't...".  Mary's voice was soft, a whisper.
     "Last night...what happened last night...".

     Brad leaned forward and swirled his tounge in her ear.
     He said nothing.

     Brad shifted to the side and told his mother to slide down.
Mary's torn nightgown lay bunched about her stomach, her breasts
exposed to her son's burning eyes.  Brad reached out and began to
stroke up and down his mother's legs, slowing when his palm reached
her thighs, coming close to, but not touching her cunt.

     Mary lay still, her breathing labored.  She was getting wet.
She didn't want to.  It was wrong.  Only a slut would enjoy being
touched like this.  Only a slut would spread her legs for her own
son.

     Brad continued his slow stroking, grazing her cunt with the
ball of his hand, teasing her.  Mary began to move her hips,
slowly, making small arcs when Brad's hand moved up her thighs
towards her cunt.

     Brad placed the heel of his hand against his mother's pantied
cunt and began pressing in circular motions.  Mary moaned softly
and moved her hips in small circles keeping contact with Brad's
hand.

     Mary's mind screamed at her to stop Brad...to say something.
She was his mother.  She was the adult.  She shouldn't be letting
this happen.  If she couln't stop him, then it was her failure.  If
she spread her legs for her own son, then she was just a
whore...and whores were always punished.  Her father had taught her
that.

     But it felt so good.  Her pussy was warm and the glow radiated
down her legs.  Her nipples were standing hard and she wanted
someone to touch them, play with them.  The heat in her cunt was
building in waves, each wave hotter than the one before, each wave
making her cunt pulse, each wave making her wetter.

     Brad pressed harder against his mother's cunt, spreading her
cuntlips and grinding on her clit.

     Mary bit back a moan and grabbed the bedsheet on either side
of her.  The room was spinning.

     "Please Brad."  Mary pleaded, her voice soft, far away. "Don't
do this to me.  I'm not ...I'm not a whore."

     Brad leaned forward and sucked her nipple for a moment, then
raised his head.

     "Yes, you are mother.  You're my whore.  I can do anything I
want to you.  Even this..."

     Brad grabbed his mother's bulging clit with his thumb and
first two fingers and squeezed cruely.

     Mary's hips froze, her legs splayed open.  All thoughts
focused on the pain coming from her clit.

     Brad relaxed the pressue and there was no more pain.  Just
tiny, electric pulses of pleasure feeling twice as good now that
there was no pain.

     Then Brad grabbed her clit again and squeezed harder and
longer than the first time.

     Mary brought her hands to her face and rolled her head from
side to side, tears burning her eyes.

     Brad let go of his mother's clit and began to stroke gently on
her legs, the inside of her thighs.  He rubbed up and down her slit
softly, slowly, tracing circles around her clit.  Mary's heat was
building again and when Brad gently grabbed her clit, Mary squeezed
her legs together and covered Brad's hand with her own hands.  She
humped his hand mindlessly, shamelessly...then she came.

     Mary's orgasm was intense.  It shook her body and left her
nerves tingling with the afterglow of her orgasm.  She felt so good
..and her cunt was still hot, still burning.

     "You came, didn't you mother?  You let your own son feel you
up and make you come.  That makes you a whore, mother.  A fucking
whore."

     Mary covered her face and began to sob quiety.

     Brad's voice had been like a cold slap.  What had she done?
Spreading her legs for her own son...coming on his hand.  That was
depraved.  It was obscene.  Mary cried softly into her hands.  She
had not wanted this.  Why did she let it happen?  Why was she so
weak?  Her cunt throbbed and she wanted more and she knew it was
wrong...it was wrong.  Her cunt ached and she wanted a cock in
her...fucking her, pounding her...hurting her.  Her cunt was on
fire and it didn't matter he was her son.  She was a whore and her
son knew it.  Brad knew!  Mary cried softly into her hands, one
word on her lips..." whore".  That's what her father had called
her.

     Brad lay down alongside his mother and put his arms around
her.  Mary turned and fit herself into Brad's form and continued to
cry softly.  Brad stroked her back, her shoulders, and let her cry.
She was weak...vulnerable.  It made him hot.

     Mary's head nestled on Brad's chest and she pulled him tight
as her sobs racked her body.  She was lost, confused.  Her world
was spinning.  She was a mother. She was a whore.  Her mind  said
no but her body said yes.  Her orgasm was powerful.  Her son had
given her the orgasm.  She wanted to stop it now.  Her cunt was
still hot.  Good girls didn't do this.  Whores did.  Her mind was
racing and she couln't slow it down.  She needed to hold onto to
something to stop the spinning.    She pulled Brad tighter to her.
He was here, close, solid.  He would help her.  He would protect
her.  She was a whore.  She needed him.

     Brad's hand roamed his mother's body while she cried.  He
trailed his fingers down her side, to the swell of her breast, to
her hips and back again.  He cradled her head and ran his fingers
through her hair.  When his mother pulled him tight, he hugged her
close, then let her go when he felt her body relax.  His hand
stroked the small of her back, gliding down and over her ass
cheeks, her thigh.  He pressed his groin tight to hers and began a
rocking motion with his hips.  Brad's cock rubbed against his
mother's clit and Mary moaned into Brad's neck.

     "Uhh...uhh..uhh", Mary sighed in rhythm to Brad smashing his
groin against hers.  "No...no...", Mary cried, with no conviction,
a feeble attempt to deny her weakness.  Her pussy juices soaked her
panties and Brad's rubbing cock made her cunt so hot.  She was
close to coming again.  She needed to come.

     Brad kissed his mother's neck, her throat.  He nuzzled his
mother's ear.

     "You're a fucking whore", Brad whispered.

     "Yesss...yesss...," Mary sighed.  Her hand cupped Brad's ass
and pulled him harder to her crotch.  Mary was lost in the heat and
the passion, one word burning through the mist, branding
her...WHORE.

     Brad pounded harder, smashing her clit.  Mary groaned and
wrapped her arm around her son's neck.

     White light danced in her eyes and white heat burned her cunt.
Her juices flowed warm and wet.

     "Ahh..ahh...no...no-o-o", Mary screamed.  "I'm c-o-m-i-n-g..."
Her body tensed and locked against Brad.

     Then Mary lay still, her breathing ragged.  The force of her
orgasme left her weak, limp.  A warm, fuzzy feeling oozed out of
her cunt and bathe her in a soft afterglow.

     Brad whispered in his mother's ear, "Take your panties off
mother."

     Mary rolled over on to her back.  Her movements seemed slow,
required so much effort.  She had no strength.  She thumbed her
panties and slid them off.

     Brad touched the inside of her knees and spread his mother's
legs open.  Mary lay back, spent from her orgasm, offering no
resistance, letting her son see her.

     Brad looked at his mother's cunt.  Her pussy was wet, the lips
puffy.  Her cunt hair was matted down by her cunt juice.

     Brad kneeled down between his mother's legs and placed his
mouth on her pussy.  He tounged her slit slowly, from her asshole
to her clit.  Mary moaned and arced her hips.  Brad's tounge moved
up and around her pussylips, teasing her clit, sucking her juices.

     "No...no more, please," Mary cried.  "I need to
rest...please..."

     Brad stuck his tounge into his mother's hole and began to
tounge-fuck her.  His nose ground against her cunt.  Mary's hips
lifted off the bed and gyrated in obscene movements.  Mary grabbed
her son's hair and pulled him deep into her cunt.

     "No-oo-oo-..."  Mary came again.  Her body trembled.  Wave
after wave of pleasure washed over her.  She ground her crotch into
her son's face, squirting come juice into his mouth.  Brad drank
his mother's juices and sucked her clit between his teeth, nibbling
it, tounging it.

     "Ahh-ahh...Brad...no-oo-oo...Brad....please...no more..."

     Her cunt bucked up and down, her thighs squeezed against his
head.  Then she fell limp.

     Brad sat back on his heels and gazed at his mother.

     Mary lay with her arms across her breasts, trembling.

     He reached out with both hands and rubbed the tops of her
thighs.  Mary sighed to her son's touch.

     Brad moved closer to his mother's cunt and jacked his cock.

     "Play with your tits, mother."

     Mary obeyed blindly, her hands grabbing her breasts and
massaging them, playing with her nipples, pulling them, pinching
them.

     Brad rubbed the head of his cock up and down his mother's slit
and Mary shuddered at his touch.

     Brad eased the head of his cock into his mother's hole, and
Mary gasped.

     Brad pushed his cock in slowly, stretching his mother's cunt,
feeling the tightness of her hole as it gripped him.

     Brad was inside her now...crotch to crotch.

     Mary's right arm covered her eyes, as if to shield her from
the depravity  of what she had allowed.  She had lain still while
Brad had put his cock in her.  She felt the fullness of him in her
and she knew she was no longer his mother...she was his whore.

     Brad began to move his hips slowly, his cock sliding out a
bit, then back again.

     Mary squeezed her eyes shut, the nerves in her cunt on fire.

     Brad began to fuck her faster, deeper.  Mary's sopping cunt
made it easier for his cock to slide in and out.  She was taking
all of him now.  She began to roll her hips forward, meeting Brad's
forward motion, keeping to his rhythm.

     Brad put his weight on his mother's chest and began to fuck
her furiously.  Mary wrapped her arms around her son and fucked him
back, her legs wrapping around his hips.  She arched her pussy to
him.

     Brad pounded his cock into his mother, his balls slapping at
her ass.

     Mary moaned.  Brad was fucking her roughly, his cock pounding
in and out.  Mary's cunt loved the brute fucking.  She wanted it
harder, deeper...she wanted to be fucked until she couln't think
anymore.

     She lost track of time, of who she was, where she was.  Brad's
fucking took her to a place of heat and passion.  Her cunt had
never been this hot.  She had never come as often and they were
never this strong.  She wanted more.  She wanted to come again.
She was almost there.

     Brad slowed and fucked her with long, deep strokes.  Her cunt
was on fire.  She was almost there.

     Brad's mouth lay next to his mother's ear.

     "You're a whore."

     Mary answered her son by hugging him tighter to her and
smashing her cunt against his groin, fucking him hard.  Her bloated
pussy lips gripped his cock as Brad pistoned in and out.

     "Say it."  Brad needed to hear it.  He needed his mother to
say it out loud, then she would be his...her cunt, her ass, her
mouth...anytime, anyplace.

      Mary was lost in the rhythm and heat of being fucked.  The
moving cock in her gave her little shocks of pleasure, pulling her
towards the erruption of her orgasm.

     "SAY IT!"  Brad's voice was harsh.

     "Y-e-s-s-s," Mary hissed, her teeth clenched.  "Y-e-s-s-s-s."
She rolled her hips up, the smacking sounds keeping rhythm in the
quiet room.  She was on the edge...she was almost there.

     Brad was fucking her harder now, his hips drawing back and
coming forward with power, pounding his mother's cunt.

     "SAY IT!  SAY IT YOU CUNT!  TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE!!"

     Tears welled in Mary's eyes...her swollen clit the focal point
of all pain and pleasure, throbbing, throbbing...Brad fucking her
harder now, ramming her, trying to hurt her...making her cunt burn
hotter...almost there.

     "Uh-uh-uh...y-e-s-s-s...uh-h-h-h-h-".

     "SAY IT!  SAY IT!!!"

     "WHORE!...I'm a WHORE!!!...", Mary cried, tears of shame and
pain and pleasure  on her face.

     Brad pounded his cock into his mother, his mouth on her neck,
sucking her.

     "YOU FUCKING WHORE!!  HERE!!  HERE!!"  Brad thrust his cock
hard and deep into his mother's cunt.  "So fucking hot...so fucking
hot.  You love it, don't you cunt?!"

     "Y-e-s-s-s...fuck my cunt...FUCK ME...MAKE ME COME...FUCK ME-
E-E-E-E!!"

     Brad's strokes were harder, longer, quicker.  He pumped his
cock in and of his mother, her steaming cunt sucking at his cock.
Brad tensed, his whole cock in his mother, crotch to crotch...then
he came.

     Mary squeezed her legs tight around her son and pushed her
cunt up to meet his cock.  She could feel him comming in her,
spewing his semen in her cunt.  She pulled him tight to her
breasts, rolled her hips and screamed...and came.

     Mary woke with a start.  It was dark out and she didn't know
if it was early morning or late night.  She lay alone in her bed,
jagged memories slipping in and out of her mind, cutting her,
hurting her.  She turned over on her side, hugging a pillow to her
chest, drawing her knees up.  Was it all a bad dream?  A nightmare?
It seemed so real...Brad in her bed, touching her.  But it couln't
have happened.  She wouldn't really let her son fuck her.  That was
depraved.  Mary's nipples rubbed against the pillow and sent
shivers through her body.  Then Mary realized her nightgown was
torn, her breasts exposed.  She moved her hand to the mound of one
asscheek.  She wasn't wearing any panties.  Mary's heart began to
race and she put her hand between her legs.  Her pussy was warm,
her cunt hairs sticky and matted.  She brought her hand to her face
and inhaled.  It was semen.  Brad's semen.  Mary buried her face in
the pillow and began to cry.