Porntastic Adventure Chapter 3

Porntastic Adventure by dellagordo

CHAPTER THREE

Tracy eased the door to Andy's room open and stepped inside. She took a quick look around, but didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Hesitantly, she began a more thorough search. She checked his dresser drawers, but found nothing. His desk was clean as well. His wastebasket was full of used tissues...

"Hmmm," Tracy muttered, frowning. She opened his closet, and discovered a case at the bottom that she had never seen before. Her heart began to beat a little faster, and with an uncertain hand, Tracy dragged the case out of the closet. She lifted the top, revealing the contents.

Tracy gasped. She had not been prepared to find this: a treasure trove of adult films and magazines carefully packed into the limited space available. She relaxed almost immediately, thinking that she had discovered Andy's secret, and had turned out not to be so terrible. Then she started to recognize some of the titles. Her blood turned cold.

Why would Andy have *her* movies? She glanced over at the wastebasket, then back at the pornography. She started pulling videos and magazines out. She checked every cassette case, every table of contents. Every single magazine and video featured her somewhere. He even had five of the "Double D Vixens" compilations, which just took cuts from some of her other films. It was mind-boggling, but the conclusion was inescapable.

Andy was jacking off to images of his mother.

Tracy's head dropped, and she tried to fight back tears. She had failed as a mother, completely and utterly. The grief and shock paused as the realization that her nipples were hard.

Now, how could that be?

It had nothing to do with the image in her mind, the picture forming there of Andy on his bed, watching one of her films, stroking himself off and spraying his creamy, delicious cum across the room. No, that couldn't be it.

Tracy shook her head. She cupped her breasts through the thin t-shirt she wore and teased her nipples with her thumbs. She could feel a wetness seeping in between her thighs. But it wasn't because of Andy -- couldn't be. The fact that the last time she'd had sex was on a set had nothing to do with it either. No, Tracy decided it was simply the fact that, brought back memories of that time in her life, causing those old feelings to bubble to the surface.

"Oh, Andy," Tracy moaned, playing with her tits.

She would prove it to herself, she decided. She would prove that these sudden, uncharacteristic erotic feelings were caused by the films, and not her son's fantasies. Tracy grabbed a film at random and threw it in Andy's VCR. She turned his TV on and threw herself on his bed. The movie began in the midst of a scene, supposedly at a nightclub, where Tig O'Bitties, long mane flying, was being vigorously fucked from behind by one man, while another fed his bloated cock into her mouth.

Tracy moaned, surprised at how vividly she remembered that day. The warehouse where they shot it was cold, her knees on the bar were freezing, and yet a delicious heat had enveloped her as the two men hammered into her body. Strangely, she could not shake the vision that swam before her, the vision of her son, sitting where she sat now, watching what she was watching now, masturbating furiously as she...

... as she needed to do now. With another desperate moan, Tracy unsnapped her jeans and pulled her t-shirt free. She pushed her jeans down her thighs and slipped a hand between her legs, surprised by and ashamed of the copious flood seeping from her pussy. She pressed her palm against her wetness, then shoved the panties down her thighs as well. Her neatly trimmed pussy was revealed, her pubic hair matted with moisture. She parted her lips with a finger, then dipped it within to tease her pink folds.

The movie continued, but Tracy wasn't paying attention to it any longer. She was in another world, her thoughts transfixed by her only child. Her voice echoed back at her from the television as she thumbed her clit and teased her pink folds with her other fingers. With her free hand, Tracy cupped her breasts through her t-shirt. She continued until her entire body shook with an intense orgasm, drenching her thighs with moisture.

Struggling to catch her breath, Tracy slumped on her son's bed. When she opened her eyes, she saw Andy standing in the doorway, staring at her, his mouth hanging open.

Tracy made no attempt to cover her nudity. She could only stare in return, her heart pounding heavily beneath her breast. On the TV screen, larger than life, Tracy's sweat dampened face was drenched by two squirting cocks. It barely registered on her; Tracy's gaze was fixed on her son. With more than maternal interest, she noted the engorged bulge at his crotch.

She felt the heat in her pussy grow, and she unconsciously began to stroke herself once more. Andy's eyes widened perceptibly, but still he stood, frozen in the doorway.

Tracy stretched languorously on his bed, her fingers playing with the lips of her pussy. "Mmmm," she moaned. "Andy, what are you doing here?"

His mouth clicked shut. "I, uh, I got done at the library early today, so I thought I'd come home and, uh..." He trailed off.

"Thought you'd jerk off to one of my videos?" Tracy suggested.

Andy's eyes were glued to her crotch, and her busy hand. He grinned suddenly, and for a brief second, he looked like the Andy she had raised and loved, rather than the sullen young man who had inhabited the same house for the last two years. "Um, yeah, I guess so," he stammered, the grin fading.

In that moment, Tracy realized what she had to do. She knew how she could get her son back.

"Come here," she said, beckoning to him with the hand coated with her juices. Almost hypnotically, he complied, stepping into the room and crossing to the bed. She patted the mattress beside her, and Andy sat down dumbly. His eyes roved up and down her body, from her exposed crotch to her clothed breasts and back again. Behind him, the video continued, switching to another scene and some of the supporting characters.

"How long have you been doing this?" Tracy asked softly.

Andy snapped back to reality. His green eyes met her brown ones, and she saw lust, guilt, and love in them, fighting against one another. "I. . . two years," Andy said. "I found the first tape on my birthday. It was. . . um. . . unbelievable." Tears formed in his eyes, and his face threatened to crumple. "Oh, God, Mom, I'm so sorry!"

He threw himself across her chest, sobbing. Tracy patted his head. "So am I, honey," she told him. "Think of all that time we lost." She cupped his face with both her hands and raised it. She pulled his glasses off and wiped his tears away with a delicate touch. "There's no need to cry, sweetie. You've done nothing wrong. I'm the one who has failed. But I'm going to set things right."

She gently pushed him away. The puzzled look on his face was priceless, but she didn't explain. Rather, Tracy grabbed the bottom of her shirt and peeled it over her head, then threw it to the ground. She shook her hair out, and smiled at him. His eyes were huge, locked on her bra-encased tits. Her smile widened. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Andy asked, breathless.

Tracy shrugged the shoulder straps of her bra loose, then lightly gripped the bra cups with her fingertips and eased it away from her prodigious bosom. Andy gasped when Tracy's springy, pink nippled breasts were revealed. They bounced happily, nipples engorged and swollen, under his burning gaze. She tossed the bra on top of the t-shirt.

"There will be no more jacking off in this house," she told him, her voice low and husky. "Not when I'm right here, ready and willing to look after your needs."

"Mom," Andy squeaked. "Are you serious?"

Tracy reached out, took his hand, and placed it on her left breast. Her flesh burned at his touch, and though she let him go, his hand remained. Andy's fingers touched her lightly, then traced the curve of her breast and teased her engorged nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Tracy shivered and moaned, a delicious heat emanating from her pussy and expanding throughout her lower body. She hissed in pleasure when Andy pinched her nipple.

Suddenly, she brushed his hand away. He looked stricken, until she commanded, "Strip for mommy." Andy's face contorted into a mask of lust, but she could see the love shining in his eyes. The guilt, it seemed, was gone. Tracy was almost surprised to feel none of her own.

Andy jumped to his feet and shucked his clothes in record time. As he did, Tracy leaned down and untangled her ankles and feet from her jeans and panties, kicking them to the floor. When she turned back to her son, she gasped in surprise. A proud column of rockhard manflesh erupted from the tangled jungle between Andy's thighs. His cock was massive, nearly as thick as Tracy's wrist, and long enough that the angry purple head brushed against his belly button.

Andy grinned at the expression on his mother's face. "Does Mommy like what she sees?" he asked insolently. He had recovered from his attack of conscience rather quickly, Tracy noted.

"I can't believe," she began, reaching out tentatively to touch the shuddering beast, "that I had a hand in making this beautiful creature." Both Tracy and Andy jumped as her hand wrapped around his cock. An electric surge passed through them both at the touch. His cock throbbed hungrily within the slender prison of her fingers. He was already slick with precum, and more of it was leaking from his pisshole, dripping down his length and coating her hand. Slowly, she stroked him, canting his cock such a sharp angle away from his belly that he gasped. The purple knob was aimed at her now, and his pisshole winked at her. Tracy licked her lips.

Andy's insolent grin faded as his mother bent over and gave the tip of his cock a slow, wet kiss. Her tongue teased his pisshole and, as her lips wrapped around him, scraped his sensitive flesh deliciously. Andy shuddered, and his hands dropped to his mother's head. He threaded his fingers through her hair and brushed it aside so that he could watch as she devoured him. Tracy's full lips made a red ring around Andy's cock as she slowly swallowed him. Andy's breath hissed from his own lips as his mother sucked him. The quiet sounds she made as pulled him deeper into her mouth drove him crazy, almost as much as the wet heat surrounding his girth or the way her tongue undulated against the sensitive underside of his cock.

But his mother suddenly released him, and his throbbing cock, coated in his mother's saliva and his own juices, bounced against his abdomen.

"Careful, sweetie," Tracy said, panting heavily. "As big as you are, you'll choke me if you hold my head like that. Put your hands on my shoulders, if you have to." When he nodded and smiled, she took hold of him and once more slid her mouth around him. He groaned happily and placed his palms gently on her shoulders.

His grip tightened almost immediately, however, as his mother's nostrils flared and her head sank towards the base of his cock. He felt her throat open up to accept his girth -- and, impossibly, she took the entire length of his hardened dick into her. Tracy's cheeks hollowed and she made swallowing motions with her throat. Andy let out a low moan and dug his fingers into his mother's shoulders. "Mom," he hissed, "you're going to -- "

She cut him off by releasing him once more, but this time she held the base between two fingers and lashed his sensitive head with her tongue while she took deep breaths through her nose. Andy's cock throbbed with his heartbeat, and his heart was pounding. Tracy ran the flat of one fingernail along the underside of her son's dick, then teased his heavy balls with the same finger. She grinned evilly up at him and then suddenly devoured his cock once more; sliding her mouth down his length in one fell swoop.
As soon as his cockhead lodged in her throat once more, Andy cut loose with a low growl. His balls tightened and his cock bucked and fired. Pearly white cum jetted down Tracy's mouth. She gurgled, then bobbed her head back up so that only the first few inches of Andy's cock were trapped within her mouth. Still Andy's great cannon fired, spraying jet after jet of cum into his mother's throat. She swallowed as quickly as she could, but her cheeks quickly ballooned, and dribbles of cum slipped from her lips.

Tracy released her son's cock, still impossibly hard, from the sweet prison of her mouth. She swallowed the cum in her mouth, then used her fingers to scoop up the dribbles coating her chin and licked her lips.

Her eyes widened as she regarded his still hard cock, bobbing hungrily before her face. "Mmm, I see you're not finished yet. Neither am I."

"Mom," Andy said, "I've been jacking off to images of you three times a day for the last two years." He grinned hugely, and flexed his massive cock with a twitch of his hips. "I'm never going to be finished."

Tracy laughed in delight and fell back against the bed, her heavy breasts bouncing. She spread her arms and threw open her legs, flashing her neatly trimmed pussy at her son. "See anything you like?" she asked him.

Tracy giggled girlishly as he fell upon her with a playful growl. Andy's head sandwiched itself between her breasts, and she felt his warm wet tongue press against her skin. The hard column between his legs bounced off her belly, leaving a slick trail of precum there. Andy's hands pawed at her tits, teased her nipples and squeezed her resilient flesh. His lips found a nipple and she hissed in delight. He teased the hard nubbin of flesh with tongue and lips, and nipped delicately with his front teeth. When he was satisfied the one nipple was as hard as it would ever get; he switched to the other and repeated the process.

Tracy's fingers threaded through Andy's hair and massaged his scalp, urging him to continue. Each tug on the tips of her breasts sent an electric dart of pleasure to the very core of her being. Her pussy, soaking wet, clenched and unclenched like a fist, seeking to suck her son's cock inside. She wrapped her legs around his waist, but only succeeded in pressing his dick harder into her stomach.

Andy peeked up at her from between her tits, grinning, with a devilish glint in his eyes. Her skin was slick with his saliva and her sweat, and her son's cheeks glistened with the same moisture. Gently, he pressed her thighs open, loosening her hold around his waist. Still grinning, he began to kiss his way down her body, lingering on her rounded belly for a moment. His chin pressed into her pubic mound.

"Oh, Andy," she moaned. "Yes, baby," she urged.

He grinned again with slightly less insolence and a good deal more joy, but she could hardly see him. Her vision was clouded with lust, and as he bent his head once more and kissed her weeping pussy, she clamped her thighs against his cheeks and used her hands to push his head harder against her. His tongue teased her folds, parting each layer of flesh and scooping up copious amounts of fluid into his mouth. Then his tongue was inside her, and she cried out, unable to hold back. She loosed his head and began to play with her tits herself, teasing and pinching her own nipples, and arched her back, trying to push her pussy harder against Andy's face.

Andy had never done anything like this before, had never been with a woman at all, but he'd certainly seen more than enough porno to know what to do. He nibbled and licked and sucked at his mother's pink folds, reveling in the taste and texture and the explosive moans his every move elicited from her. He found the erect nubbin of her clitoris and teased it with his tongue. "Oh, God, Andy! Yes!" his mother screamed, clamping her thighs tightly around his head. She pressed her palms against the back of his head, pushing him deeper into her pussy.

His mother tasted tart and salty, and he couldn't get enough. He'd waited years for this opportunity, and he couldn't get enough of her to sate himself. "Oh, God, baby, that's it," his mother moaned, "right there, honey, don't stop! Don't ever stop!" She trailed off into a wordless cry as her pelvis thrust hard against Andy's face and her juices flooded his mouth. Her fingers dug into the back of his head and her thighs pressed even tighter against his ears, dulling the piercing cry she released from her throat.

Then her hands and thighs fell away, and she lay gasping beneath him. With on last lingering kiss against her weeping pussy, Andy lifted himself up. His mother lay in a sweaty heap, her eyes half lidded and a languid smile gracing her beautiful face. Andy's heart swelled with pride and love, and he began to kiss his way back up her body. He licked drops of sweat from between her pendulous breasts and tasted her strawberry pink nipples.

"Mmmm," Tracy purred. "That was amazing."

"Thanks, Mom," Andy said with a grin.

"No, baby, thank you," she responded. She stretched beneath him, and he felt her slim hands wrap around his massive hard-on once again. "So big," she whispered. Tracy kissed her son, licking her own juices from his chin, and manipulated his cock expertly. Andy grunted and pressed his face into her throat as she pulled his engorged cock towards her pussy. "It's time to be inside me," she whispered.

Andy thrust forward, and the throbbing head of his cock pierced her labia. Heat enveloped him and with another groan, Andy drove himself into his mother's pussy. Soft and hot and tight, she swallowed him whole, and in one thrust he was balls deep in his mother's cunt. They both froze for a moment, savoring that initial, electric contact, and then Tracy's hips hitched forward, and Andy responded to her summons. He began to fuck his mother, withdrawing and driving into her, picking up the tempo with each savage thrust.

Tracy wrapped her legs around Andy's waist. Her thighs and calves pressed insistently into his ribs and buttocks, urging him on. Her heat enveloped him, her nails dug into his shoulders, and her heaving tits pressed against his chest. Even now, after blowing a load in his mother's mouth and eating her out, he could hardly believe that he was fucking her. His mother, the goddess, the giver of life and constant temptation. She of the long legs and gigantic breasts, the woman who had borne him and raised him. The woman who was now initiating him into the secrets of womanhood as she moaned and writhed beneath him.

Andy's cock hammered home again and again, driving deeper into his mother's pussy with each thrust. She opened up for him, sucking him in, deeper and deeper. He felt the head of his cock bump up against something slightly resilient, and was rewarded with an echoing cry from his mother. Her body tensed, holding him against her, and the speed of her hips picked up. Andy panted and grinned, sweat dripped down his face and splashed against Tracy's chin and throat, and slammed into his mother again. Each time he butted up against that resistance, she cried out.

Andy shifted a little, cocking his hips against Tracy's pelvis as he hammered into her. Her tits bounced against his throat, and he caught one flailing nipple between his lips and began to suckle. Tracy's hands left his shoulders and found his head, threading through his short hair and kneading the back of his skull. She moaned and thrashed beneath him, urging him on with dialogue that could have come from one of her films. Which only inflamed him all the more.

"Yes, yes," she cried, "fuck me with your big cock! Harder, baby, harder! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, please, right there! Oh, oh, oh my fucking God, yes!"

Her voice rose and octave as that slight resistance finally gave way, and Andy's raging cock pushed through her cervix into her very womb. The head of Andy's cock was gripped hard, almost pinched, as her muscles contracted around him. Tracy screamed loudly and her body exploded beneath him as she came thunderously, jamming her tits into his face, thrusting her pelvis against his, holding his body tight with hands and thighs. She called out his name, her voice growing hoarse, as Andy continued to thrust. "Andy! Andy! My baby, Andy! Oh God, sweetie, fuck me hard! So good, so fucking good!"

Had he breath to speak, Andy would have agreed. This was more amazing than he had dreamed, more intense, more pleasurable and intoxicating than he had hoped. The room filled with their cries, their combined scents, the slap of bodies against one another, and the creak of the bed beneath them. Forgotten, the porno in the VCR droned on, featuring some woman who wasn't nearly as beautiful as the wailing creature beneath Andy.

And then he felt it. His balls contracted like fists, and his thrusting cock grew harder, swelling another inch inside her. He felt an electric charge race up from the base of the cock to the tip, and knew the inevitable explosion was upon him. Tracy sensed it too, and a sudden fear blossomed in the back of her passion addled mind.

"Don't come in me, baby," she said, "I want to feel you on my skin!"

Oblivious to the dangers, Andy slammed home one more time, feeling his climax crest. But he was an obedient son, and just as the cum began to surge through his cock, he yanked himself and slapped his cock against his mother's taut belly. His cock swelled and spat its precious load, spraying a long stream of pearly white cum in an arc across his mother's stomach. It splattered across the high domes of her breasts, and another stream followed that one, flying higher and arcing farther, splashing Tracy's cheek and trailing down along her jawline. A third blast fired forth, decorating a line of creamy jizz along Tracy's breastbone. Feverishly, Andy lurched upward on the bed, aiming his spraying cock at his mother's heaving tits. Cum jetted from him in a wave, frosting each massive breast, splashing an endless supply of semen on his mother's breasts. She cooed and moaned and pressed her tits together with her elbows as rivers of cum dripped across their majestic expanse.

Spent finally, Andy manipulated his softening cock, using it to spread the cum on her breasts. Tracy cupped her tits and played with the pools of cum, then brought the semen up to her lips and sucked her fingers dry. She shifted on the bed and took her son's cock into her mouth once more to clean it off, removing the last pearly drops of cum from the head, as well as the slick traces of her own secretions.

At last, Andy collapsed in a breathless heap on his bed, beside his mother. She turned slightly, one tit pressing against his arm, and nestled her head against his shoulder. "That was amazing," she gasped, snuggling into him.

Andy put and arm around her and pulled her close. "Yeah," he agreed.

"Mmmm," she purred. "How long have you known?"

"Two years," he admitted. "I found the first tape by accident and it just. . . awakened something horrible inside me. I couldn't help myself. You're just so sexy and beautiful, and, and, uninhibited. And you were right here. So close, and yet so far away."

She regarded him seriously. "Well, not anymore. I'm yours, any time you want me. I haven't been fucked like that since. . ." she trailed off and looked away. "Since your father," she added finally. She looked at him sharply. "Love makes it different, I think. All those times I did it on film, it was okay, but it was always empty. There was never anything genuine about it."

Andy thought for a moment. "I love you, Mom," he said at last.

"I know baby," Tracy told her son. "I love you too."

Life at the Wilson house changed after that night. Andy's secret lust no longer needed to be hidden, and Tracy was more than happy to make her son's every sexual fantasy a reality. Andy even went so far as to throw his porn collection out, but Tracy stopped him. "Let's keep them around for a little while," she told him with a twinkle in her eye. "I like watching them with you."

So they did.