Diana Butts

Ball in the family

CHAPTER ONE

Ursula Roberts lay on her bed vaguely feeling up her cunt when she heard her fifteen-year-old son Jack come in downstairs. She had meant to spend the evening reading, but as often happened, her hand had found its way between her legs and had started to tease and caress the tingling wet womanflesh there. The book was interesting, though, so instead of really beating herself off in earnest, she had continued to read while lightly caressing the buttery labia.

"That you, Jack?" she called out.

"Uh-huh."

"You're back a bit early, aren't you?" she said. Her son had gone out with a girl he really liked, and Ursula was surprised he hadn't stayed out later.

"Yeah, I guess it is kind of early," he said. His voice didn't sound very happy, that was for sure.

"Jack, would you come here a minute," Ursula said gently. She was a very dedicated mother, and if her son was unhappy, she wanted to see if she could find out why, so as to be able to cheer him up. She slid her hand away from her cunt, and pulled her bathrobe over her sexy nightie. Ursula was a magnificent forty year old who loved to clothe her voluptuous form in sexy negligees and things of that sort.

Jack came in looking very bedraggled. Ursula got the impression that he was almost on the point of tears.

"Your date didn't work out very well, did it?" she asked gently.

"Mom… it was awful!"

"Why don't you sit here on the bed and tell me all about it?" She liked having a male sitting on the edge of her bed, even when it was just her son.

"We were dancing, and this big guy came up and asked Sherry if she wanted to dance. She looked him over and said yes, and that was just about the last I saw of her. I tried to cut back in later, but she just turned to me and said 'sorry, I'm set for the evening'. So I came home."

There was a sob in his voice as he recounted this humiliation, then he really started to cry in earnest, and his embarrassment over what had happened with Sherry was made all the worse by the shame he felt at losing control of himself in front of his mother like this. But she understood that he also needed to be comforted, so she took him in her arms and pressed him close to her.

"There, there, don't you worry about a thing," she said softly, stroking his hair.

Jack did indeed feel comforted by his mother's warmth and closeness, but he felt something else, too – namely, a swelling of his cock! He had dreamed about this date with Sherry for days, had beaten off imagining how it would be to press her soft, female body against his, and although Sherry had ditched him, this was indeed a very soft, very female body pressing against him now. Ursula had very full, firm breasts, and the way they were squashed against his chest really made his dick cram hard against the fabric of his underpants. His mother was wearing a flimsy nightie and an equally flimsy bathrobe, and he thought that he could feel her nipples pressing through his shirt.

He could, too, and the reason wasn't hard to find. Her big pinkish-brown nipples were no longer soft rosebuds but swollen passion-nubs, eager for the touch of a man's fingers of lips.

Ursula had often felt sort of excited by her son – seeing him in his bathrobe going to take a bath, for example – but she had shrugged off her feelings. She was far too natural a woman to worry about having "wrong" thoughts. But what she was feeling now was also far too powerful for her to ignore. Somehow, the combination of her son's fine adolescent looks with his childlike need at the moment to be protected and comforted really turned her on. She felt her clit harden and drop after drop of feminine lubricant ooze down the soft inside of her cunt to collect in droplets on the dainty pubic fluff which grew between her legs.

Without knowing exactly what she wanted to do, she pressed Jack all the closer and started to kiss him. The kisses could be interpreted as maternal kisses of the usual sort, but they could be interpreted as something else, too. Jack found himself slipping his tongue into his mother's mouth and pressing it against her tongue. All the things he had dreamed of doing with Sherry he now found himself wanting to do with his mother. And unlike Sherry, who had more or less publicly ditched him, his mother was loving and understanding.

Ursula's husband Clifton had been away on a business trip for about a week, and although she had masturbated pretty regularly, that sure as hell wasn't the same thing as having a nice hard hunk of cock up her hole, firing its load of spunk. So the presence of her son's tongue in her mouth, reminding her as it did of something else of his she could have inside her body if she wanted it, made her cunt give a little spasmodic contractions of excitement.

"You're good," she whispered to Jack. She knew what she was encouraging him to do, and for the life of her she couldn't tell whether she was doing so because she was hot or because she knew what a good fuck would do for his battered ego. She didn't know, and she didn't care, either.

That husky whisper of hers was all it took to make up Jack's mind for him. His prick already felt like it was going to burst through his pants. He just had to have this wonderful, soft warm woman, and he had to have her now. He slid his hand in her bathrobe and caressed one of her lace-covered breasts. It was so round, and full, and firm. He squeezed the prominent nipple, and his mother gave a little shudder of delight. He pressed on the underside of the tit, and the thing came popping out of the top of her nightie. He rubbed his hands over it again, but man, oh man, it was so much better to be feeling smooth, female skin than the fabric of her nightgown. The nipple was so big, so hard… He pinched it again, and his mother let out a low moan.

She was delighted that he was taking the lead, playing the aggressive role like this. Like many mothers, she was very anxious for her son to grow up into a virile man, and it really made her clit tingle to realize that when it came to sex, he was more than ready to occupy the driver's seat. And in addition, her tits had always been extremely sensitive, so the purely physical side of the action she was getting there would have been enough by itself to drive her cunt up the wall.

"Nice! Nice!" she gasped. Her own hands weren't completely idle, though, since though she thought that the man should generally take the lead in sex, she certainly didn't believe the woman should act like some damn corpse. She started out by squeezing his prick through the fabric of his pants. Then he pulled down the zipper.

His prick really punched out against the white cloth of the underpants as the constraint of the trousers was removed. Ursula pulled his underpants down so that his aching cock could at long last stretch out to its full, hard length. She gave it a squeeze that nearly sent it shuddering off in its come right then and there.

For that matter, the thought of squeezing her own son's prick, and the feeling of its stiffness in her hand, almost made her come herself.

"Mom! That's just outasight!" he gasped.

He had her bathrobe drawn back and both of her tits pulled over the top of her nightie. He was kissing and licking them, and showing a great deal of natural aptitude in doing so, too. As far as Ursula knew, he hadn't had much sexual experience – he was in many ways a rather shy and retiring boy – but now that an opportunity had finally arrived for him to do his stuff, he sure knew how to take advantage of it. Instead of just doing the easy thing, which would have been to take his mother's nipples in his mouth and suck on them, he was really teasing her breasts so as to work her up to a state of real sexual frenzy. He began by kissing the soft globes on their undersides where they folded over to meet the wall of chest. No one had ever done that to Ursula before, and she was a bit surprised to discover just how sensitive she was at that spot. Then, after pushing the tits around with his mouth, he started to kiss his way in towards the nipple of the right one, progressing with tender little kisses in a circular pattern.

Ursula got more and more excited as his lips got closer and closer to her pink nubs. She had breast-fed Jack when he was a baby, and the thought of those same lips now manipulating her tits sexually turned her on.

Closer and closer his mouth got. Then his tongue flicked out quickly and coated the nipple with saliva.

"Ooooh!" Ursula moaned. She expected him to start sucking now, but she hadn't reckoned on what a teaser he was. The flick was followed by just one more, and then he started to kiss elsewhere on her tits.

"You bastard!" she laughed.

He was sensible enough to know that teasing can be fun for both partners, but should never be carried to extremes. He moved his mouth up to her nipple again, and this time took the glowing thing between his lips and started to suck on it.

"Suck me! Suck me! Hungry, baby? Is my baby hungry?" she moaned as she felt the pressure of his lips on her tingling nipple-skin.

He was so busy with her breasts that for a moment he almost forgot about the wonderful cunt that was just asking for some attention. But soon he remembered, and laying a hand on the inside of his mother's right thigh, he slid it up towards her pussy, while she ground her ass-cheeks against the bed in excitement.

He pressed his thumb against her clit, and Ursula pressed his prick in reply. That had been so nice for both of them, that they were almost tempted to just feel each other off. But Ursula had had to do without prick inside her for a week, and she knew what it was she really wanted – good hard beef, smack in the slot!

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she moaned. Any worry she might have had about the incestuous angle of these little games was swept away by the rising tide of her come-need.

And the way his prick was aching for a come, Jack was more than happy to oblige his mother. Already, the female odor wafting up from her wet cunt was driving him out of his mind.

She spread her legs, and he positioned himself on top of her. He'd never fucked a woman before, but he knew basically what it was that a guy was supposed to do. And after all, he'd certainly dreamed plenty about fucking Sherry in the past several days.

Ursula knew that it might simplify things if she gave him a few little pointers, but she decided not to, since she guessed that it wouldn't do much for his ego to be told what to do by his first sex partner, particularly when she was his mother. She'd just have to hope that he was able to figure things out for himself.

As it was, she didn't really have anything to worry about. It's true that for a second or two he wasn't able to find her pussy, but the prodding of his tool against her labia was nice and exciting just by itself. And besides, it wasn't long before she felt the tool press against the right spot.

Jack hesitated a moment, half out of fear, half in order to prolong the wonderful, moment. Then, in he slid, very slowly.

In… in… in… If he didn't just heave in with one big thrust, it was partly because he was aware of his own inexperience, and wanted to be sure not to hurt his mother in any way.

Ursula let out a gasp of delight as she felt her son's thick tool penetrate her intimate feminine recesses. His body was still boyish in some respects, though starting to develop nicely. But his prick was unquestionably the prick of a man! Long, hard, thick, ready for action. Ready to spew forth the load of cream waiting there in his balls.

Those balls were really pulled up tight against Jack's prickroot in excitement. He could hardly believe what was happening.

"I'm fucking my Mom! I'm fucking my Mom! I'm fucking my Mom!" The words raced through his skull, not bearing any feeling of guilt, but rather making him feel proud of his manliness and sexual prowess. He was so grateful to his mother, and he meant to show her that fact, too, by giving her one of the best fucks that it's possible for a woman to have.

After shoving in, he rested in her cunt for a second, and then started to pump. At first he was very slow and careful, too, working his rod back and forth in her eager twat. Eager and slick! His mother was a very wet female, and the realization that she had her own son's prick inside her body was enough to have her cunt absolutely awash in its excitement.

In! Out! In! Out! He started to pick up speed, and style, too. His first thrusts had been kind of nervous and uneven, but now as he pistoned his mother's soft body, he really started to hit his stride, to get the necessary rhythm.

And there, without belittling his own sense of accomplishment, his mother could help him a bit. She had plenty of rhythm herself, in fucking, as in other things. And by the way in which she was responding with her body to his pelvic thrusts, she was able to silently indicate to him just how things should be done.

"So fine, Jack, so fine!" she gasped.

Pumping… pumping… pumping…

"Gotta come!" she gasped. "Just gotta come!"

Getting there getting there… getting there… and then her pussy exploded in a wild, kaleidoscopic display of frantic come-joy, as shudder after shudder of pure female pleasure poured through her heaving body.

"Coming! I'm coming!" she moaned.

And Jack was coming too, in fine, hard spurts. He had felt his tool stiffen, then give a certain little twitch and finally start gushing into his mother's twat at the same moment that her orgasm hit her.

Coming! Coming! Coming!

And then it was over, and they were resting there, cheek pressed against cheek, cock slowly softening up inside warm, wet cunt. It had all been so great.

Then, Jack slowly pulled his tool out of his mother's weltering hole. He wanted to say something, to let her know how much he had enjoyed the fuck, how grateful he was to her for letting him have it. But somehow he couldn't find the words. His mother understood, though, and the smile she gave him showed that she understood.

Finally she spoke. "Want to have a drink, Jack? If you're old enough to fuck, you're certainly old enough to drink."

"Gee, thanks, Mom."

The reason she had suggested a drink was that she didn't want him to start to feel morose guilty about fucking his mother. She wanted to give him something else to think about. And the reason she was afraid he might start to feel guilty was that some funny feelings were surfacing in her, now that the excitement of the fuck was over.

Jack asked if he could make the drinks – he promised he'd do a good job, since he'd often watched his father make drinks – and as he went off to do so, Ursula tried to sort out her feelings on what she'd just done. She'd often felt excited in her son's presence before, and had just shrugged off the feelings. But there is a fairly considerable difference between feeling excited when someone is near you and having that person's prick firing away inside your body.

"Incest, shmincest. What's a word mean, anyway?" she said to herself. But she couldn't quite get rid of the uncomfortable feeling she had. When Jack and she had finished the drinks, should she tell him that they must never again do what they had just done, or should they keep on with the fun and games? On the one hand it seemed safer to put an end to this business before it really got out of hand emotionally. But on the other hand, that prick of his had sure felt good inside her.

Hell, she thought, whatever I decide won't have much effect on what we do. That'll depend on how we feel at the time. Ursula was a great believer that emotions were stronger than thoughts.

Jack reappeared with the drinks. As she sipped her whisky and soda, Ursula noted that he had made it just right. He was obviously a boy of many talents.

"Mom," he said, sipping his drink slowly – for he wasn't used to the taste of liquor, "that was a lot of fun, what we did then…"

"I thought so," she said with a smile.

"But, I mean… is it right? Guys don't normally… f-fuck their mothers…"

Ursula noted the nervousness in his voice. And she thought she could detect two elements in it. He was afraid that what they had just done was wrong, and he was afraid that the result of this would be that they wouldn't be able to do it any more. And from the way he kept stealing glances at his mother's magnificent breasts, it was pretty obvious just how eager he was for some more sex with her.

"Jack," she said, "I just don't know. I mean, and I'm trying to level with you, incest is one of those things that's always been forbidden. But if two people love each other, and if they can give pleasure to each other, well, why shouldn't they have sex?"

"I dunno. It just feels funny," he said. "I know what you mean."

They both sat there sipping their drinks and not saying much of anything. But the longer they sat and looked at each other, the hotter they started to get again. They were both naked, and for Jack the sight of his mother's voluptuous female curves was every bit as much of a turn-on as his own developing, boyishly manly body was to her. He felt his balls start to stir, felt his prick stiffen up a bit. He looked harder at his mother. Yes, her soft nipples seemed bigger, they were standing out from her tits more…

Playfully, Ursula reached out and grabbed his prick. She didn't have any clearly thought out plan of how the evening should go, or even whether they should continue with the sexual fun and games. She was just acting on impulse.

The pressure of her hand was enough to make her son's prick start to swell up in earnest, and as she felt the soft cock start to turn non-hard, her own clit began to tingle and harden, and her wet pussy started to get even wetter.

Jack returned her attention by reaching out and cupping her crotch with his hand. She gave a little gasp that was followed by a much bigger one as he pressed the fingers of the hand up against her tender labia and button hard little clit.

They were both giggling and laughing now, and each of them was reaching out, trying to touch as many parts of the other person's body as possible, while the other person playfully tried to keep from being touched. It was all a game, but a game that turned Jack's prick stone hard, and made Ursula's cunt just beg for some attention.

As the touching and squeezing went on, and both of them got hotter and hotter, they knew that right or wrong, they just had to do some more screwing.

"Ever licked twat?" Ursula said.

"No, but I'd sure like to!" The rapport between boy and mother was so good that it wasn't necessary for Jack to go around claiming to her that he'd had all sorts of sexual experience. He trusted her to respect him despite the fact that she was the very first female he'd ever really had a chance to go very far with.

"Well," Ursula said, "I guess there's no time like the present!"

The way his prick felt, Jack couldn't have agreed more. His prick was anxious for a chance to fire off its load, but it was willing to wait as long as he could do something as nice with his tongue as eat his mother out.

He scooted down on the bed and started to kiss his mother on the inside of her thighs. Ursula's legs, like much of the rest of her, were just about perfect. Not in any way fat, but nice and soft, and very, very kissable.

He slid his tongue out of his mouth, and drew it over the satiny skin, while his mother gave a little gasp of delight. He made little circular patterns with his tonguetip, and then started to draw it up slowly toward her inviting twat. The trail of saliva felt cool on her skin.

Alternating licks and kisses, he brought himself closer and closer to her womanly temple. He was two thirds of the way up her leg, now, and he took a deep breath through his nostrils. He could smell a wonderful, rich odor, a very, very female sort of odor. His prick gave an extra surge of excitement, even though it was already so stiff that it almost felt like it was going to burst.

He hastened his progress up the inside of her right thigh. Anything that smelled that heavenly must taste absolutely delicious. The smell got stronger and stronger, mainly because the closer and closer her son got to her cunt, the more Ursula found herself lubricating. Her little pussy was absolutely awash with cunt-juice.

Suddenly, Jack stopped kissing. He was right near his goal, and he paused in awe of his mother's cunt. There it was, inches from his face, with its delicate pink labia, its glistening drops of female lubricant, its light brown tufts of hair from the outer lips. It was all so feminine, so beautiful, that for a moment Jack hardly felt able to go on. And when he thought that it was through that hole, between those lips, that he had slid into existence fifteen years before, his prick trembled with excitement.

He took another whiff. That smell! Half out of his mind with desire for his mother's delectable pussy, he moved his face closer and then flicked his tongue against the pert little nub that was peeping out from between the soft folds of her labia.

Ursula gasped and gritted her teeth to keep from coming, that light touch on her fun-button felt so good!

Flick! Flick! Flick! At this rate, she didn't know how much longer she could hold on, though she wanted to prolong the action as much as possible.

But Jack had natural talent. By the third lick, he guessed from his mother's gasps, from the way her body tensed, that the effect of licking her clit, was to really drive her wild with excitement. He'd heard in a general sort of way about the clitoris and now he could see for himself how incredibly sensitive it is. He guessed that if he licked his mother there much more, she'd certainly be coming, and he also guessed that she would probably prefer to have the tongue-job made to last a little longer. So he shifted his attention to other, less sensitive parts of his mother's anatomy.

As she felt his tongue slide along the labia towards her hole, Ursula gave a sigh of relief. The feeling of her son's tongue on her clit had been heavenly, but she really couldn't have held her come back a second longer if he'd gone on licking her down there.

Jack drew his tongue towards her vagina, and then worked the tip of it around the edge of the inviting hole. That felt pretty fantastic for Ursula, too, but she was able to keep a better grip on herself, nevertheless. There was just no part of her body anything like as sensitive as her clit, which was a real hair trigger.