Edward: Motherly Love

*This story is a bit long, I understand some people complain about the length of some stories so I'd like to let you all know upfront. I am submitting this as one complete story at this time. I do not intend to second one second one. As I am always working on new ideas. Enjoy and comments always welcome.*

Edwards Motherly Love

Part I

Thunderstorms always gave Edward Adams the frights. Even now, at the

ripe old age of twelve, he became frightened at the claps of thunder and

the sudden bright flashes of light from the lightning. In the dark of his

bedroom they seemed to take on a more frightening quality. He was ashamed

to admit it, but he wanted the closeness of his mother. She would comfort

him with soothing words and hold him until he went to sleep or the storms

would pass as they always did.

Tonight was no different than any other story summer night. The

lightning flashed and the thunder rolled in great, window rattling blasts

as the storm vented its fury on the surrounding countryside. A sudden

vivid flash filled the room in a flash bulb effect, freezing everything

like a photo. The thunder crashed and Edward cowered under the blankets.

Finally he gave in and leaping from bed, he ran to his mothers room.

He flew down the hall and practically leaped onto the great brass bed

his mother, Helen, slept in. She had expected him sooner, and she was

pleased that he had held out longer than usual. She hoped that his fear

would subside as he grew older, and this was an encouraging sign.

"It's alright, Eddy! Get under the covers and snuggle up. The storm

will be over soon, honey!" Helen said, tossing back the covers for her

frightened son.

"I'm sorry, mom! I tried, but the lightning..." He started to

explain and was cut off by another flash and boom of thunder.

He snuggled up to his mothers back, instantly calmed as are all

frightened children when their mother is close. Helen reached over her

hip and gave him a pat on the butt.

"Hush, baby! You did fine, just fine. Now try to go to sleep, OK?"

"OK, mom. Night."

"Goodnight, Eddy." Helen snuggled back down into her pillow as the

storm continued outside.

Soon, both Edward and his mother were asleep. Snuggled up against his

mother, Edward slept the deep sleep of a contented child. His mothers

body next to him was a universal calming agent that all children felt and

needed when frightened or anxious. He hugged her to him in his sleep, his

arm thrown over her side to encircled her waist.

Helen slept soundly and her dreams filled her sleeping mind. She was

a girl again and her boyfriend was trying to feel her breasts. She was a

good girl and although she liked him she was nervous about letting him go

this far. His hand was almost on her bra covered mound. She could feel

his manhood as it pressed against her ass. He was hard. His cock pressed

against her round ass. She involuntarily pressed aback at his erection.

His hand closed over her tit. Her ass moved in tiny circles against his

erect cock. She could feel it slipping between her ass cheeks.

She woke up. Frozen, she could not voluntarily move. Was she still

dreaming, or was she awake? She still felt a hand on her breast. The

cock she felt in her dreams was still hard and it was pressing between her

ass cheeks. Helen was puzzled. If she was still dreaming, why was she

wondering if she was awake? If she was awake, why was she still feeling

the hand on her tit and the cock between her ass cheeks? Very puzzling,

indeed. Unless...

The sudden crack of thunder snapped her out of her half-sleep.

There was only one answer. Edward! Her mind churned at the thought. It

had to be. She was certain she was awake, now. She lay still, collecting

her thoughts. Yes, a hand was on her tit. Yes, a cock was rubbing

against her ass and she now could feel the familiar softness of cotton.

Underwear. It was a feeling she knew very well.

The hand on her tit was warm as it held her gently. It softly

squeezed the firm mound. Her ass cheeks felt the hardness of the cloth

covered cock as it pushed into her cleft. She noticed herself pushing

back at the hard rod of flesh. What the hell was her son doing with his

hand on her tit and a hardon? She realized immediately that he was

asleep. He snored gently into her neck. She had to do something about

this.

Edwards hand was softly holding his mothers tit as he slept. In her

position on her side, her breast was exposed under her nightgown. His

hand slipped under the gown and cupped her bare tit. Helen held her

breath. His fingers stroked over her nipple. It stood up instantly under

the gentle fondling. She bit her lip as his hand held her tit. Her ass

pushed back against his cock. She realized he had a big cock for a boy.

Her boy.

The nightgown Helen wore was short and it had managed to work its way

up slightly as her ass pushed back against her sons cock. She could feel

the hard shaft as it lay against her ass, snuggling into the crack of her

ass. Edward shifted slightly in his sleep and his erect cock slipped

between her cheeks. She tried, but she couldn't keep from wiggling her

hips back onto his cock. The cloth covered penis of her son rubbed the

underside of her cunt. Helen gasped as she felt it side over her

sensitive pussy to rest against her lips.

Helen wriggled her ass in circles against her sons cock. Then she

felt his shift his hips. He pushed his cock back at her. She reached

behind her and her hand slipped between them. She felt for the opening of

his shorts with her fingers and finding it she managed to hold the cloth

apart. Her sons erect cock sprang out of the opening to slap against her

bare, wet pussy. She held the hot, hard bar of boy cock in her motherly

hand for an instant then she did something mothers don't do with their

sons cocks.

She pushed his cock up the cleft of her ass and nestled the head at

the entrance to her pussy. Edward slept on, unaware of his mothers

actions. Helen took a deep breath and pushing her ass back she felt his

cock slide into her cunt. Edwards had closed firmly on her tit, squeezing

it softly as his mother pushed her cunt onto his cock. She shivered at

the feel of the boys penis entering her pussy. It had been a long time

since a man had put his cock in her.

Groaning, Helen wriggled her hips onto the shaft of her sons cock.

She began to hunch her hips back at the sleeping boy. Her hips started to

jiggle in a slow motion as she fucked herself on her sleeping sons cock.

She felt the walls of her pussy close on his cock as they gripped him

tightly in their wet, slick embrace. Edward moved slightly. Helen

stopped her movements with her sons cock buried deeply in her pussy.

Edward humped against his mothers ass.

Helen began to mover her ass in time with her sleeping sons

instinctive movements. She fucked back as he thrust into her vagina. She

began to push harder against him. Her hips made small, regular jerking

circular movements. She was breathing raggedly as she concentrated on

fucking her sleeping son. The bed began to move with the steady tempo of

fucking. Helen felt the boys cock grow harder inside her. She wondered

for the first time if he could cum. She moved faster at that thought.

Edwards hand on her tit closed tightly around the firm globe and he

humped his cock deep into his mothers pussy. Helen picked up the pace as

she began to slap her ass back onto his cock. She felt his cock pulsing as

her pussy stroked up and down the length of the invading boy prick. Her

clit throbbed and she reached down to stroke the hard nub. Her fingers

found the timing of her strokes and she began to pull her pussy almost off

the boys cock then slam her ass back at him. Edward held his mother

tightly as she fucked him. The bed rocked and creaked with her efforts.

Again and again she slid her pussy up and down his shaft. She sank the

full length of it into her pussy and her hips churned against the

throbbing of his erect prick. With a few quick thrusts she was near

orgasm. She slammed her clasping pussy on her sons cock. It began to

throb hard inside the slick, hot tunnel of her vagina.

Helen could feel her climax at the core of her pussy. She held his

cock deep in her and her vagina massaged it with rippling motions of her

muscles. Edward clung to her his cock buried in her pussy. She held him

deeply and made little humping movements. Then she felt his cock jerk

once, twice, then his body stiffened. She gasped as she felt the boy

shoot jet after jet of hot sperm deep into her clenching cunt. Her

fingers rubbed her clit and her pussy held his cock like a fist.

Bucking back on his cock she felt his cum splash against the walls of

her milking pussy. He groaned and held his dick inside her. She continued

to massage his cock with her cunt as he shot load upon load of boy-cum

into his mothers cunt. Helen shuddered as her orgasm took her. Her hips

moved spastically on his rock hard cock. The cum leaked out of her pussy

and ran down her ass. She finally stopped, out of breath. Her sons cock

was still hard inside her. She remembered that young boys can stay hard

for some time, even after they cum.

A flash of lightning froze the image of the two, the boy clinging to

his mother, the woman panting for breath, her fingers buried in her cunt.

There would be another storm and another night. Helen made a mental note

to listen to the weather report, just to be sure.

Part II

There was another storm due to hit the area sometime in the night the

weather report had indicated. Helen Adams listened with more than the

usual interest to the nightly weather report. For the past three weeks as

the Summer thunderstorms had rolled across the landscape she had secretly

waited each night for her son, Edward, to rush into her room and hide

himself under the covers from the storms. She noted that he was beginning

to lose his stark fear of the fury of the storms and she wondered when he

would no longer need the comfort of his mothers bed to assuage his fear.

She had been fucking the innocent young boy as he slept in her bed

almost every night. She took advantage of his natural deep slumber and the

effect her closeness had on the boy subconsciously. As he slept snuggled

up to her she would use her hands or her ass to rub his young cock to full

hardness and then, while the boy slept, she would slip his hard boy cock

out of his shorts and fuck him. She had powerful orgasms while his young

prick surged in her steaming pussy spewing his boy sperm deep into her

waiting cunt while he slept through the entire incestuous act.

As she listened to the droning of the weather forecaster she

anticipated her encounter that was sure to come this night as it had

almost all the previous nights. Her pussy began to moisten as she thought

of her sons hard, young cock thrust into her motherly cunt and his

involuntary, instinctive fucking. Her nipples hardened under her

nightgown and her hand slipped inside the thin garment to cup her tit. A

low groan escaped her lips at the touch. She heard her son come thumping

down the stairs and she quickly withdrew her hand.

"I'm gonna get ready for bed, mom. Are you watching the weather?"

Her young son asked from the landing of the staircase.

"Yes, Eddy. Another storm tonight, son. You're doing very well with

them, now. I'm proud of you." Helen said, looking up at the boy from the

sofa.

She knew he still had a long way to go with his fear and her doctor

had praised his latest effort with his struggle. Little did the doctor

know that Helen was relying on his fear to drive him to her bed to help

her satisfy her lust. She smiled up at the young lad and knew that he

would be in her bed in a matter of hours.

"Aw, mom...I'm tryin', but I still can't help it sometimes. But you

help make it better. I just don't want any of the guys at school to know

that I still have to get in bed with you sometimes. They'd make fun of me

and stuff!" Edward looked down at his feet in shame.

"Now Edward Adams, you just stop that! You might be surprised at how

many of those boys have fears just like yours. Fears they don't want

anybody to know about, either." Helen said.

She felt sorry for the boy and she knew he was right. Twelve year old

boys were not supposed to be running to their mothers beds for consolation

and comforting.

"Thanks, mom! You're the best! I'm gonna brush my teeth and hit the

sack. And you just watch, I'll stay in my room, no matter what!" He spun

and headed up the stairs as noisily as he had descended.

Helen watched him retreat up the stairs. She turned back to the

television as the local forecast was being presented. She smiled as she

saw the news of a large storm on the way and due to hit around one in the

morning. Her pussy twitched in anticipation.

She clicked off the television and made her own way upstairs to her

room. She passed the bathroom and glancing in she saw her son at the sink

brushing his teeth. She stopped and her eyes fastened on his form. She

could see the outline of his boyish prick and balls in his shorts. They

jiggled with the motions of his upper body as he brushed. Her nipples

hardened at the sight and her cunt began to shed moisture from the swollen

lips of her pussy. She brushed her hand across her breasts, lingering on

the swollen nipples. Edward glanced at her as he bent over the sink to

rinse his mouth and smiled at her.

She drew her hand away from her tits and turned to her bedroom. As

she entered her room her son called a last goodnight to her from the door

of his room. She answered and heard the door softly close. She removed

her nightgown and admired herself in her mirror. She saw a shapely and

beautiful woman staring back at her. Helen was not tall, about average

for a woman, but she had magnificent tits which required a 37C bra when

she wore one. Her ass was full and rounded with tapering thighs and

shapely calves. Years of athletics in college had given her a firm and

taught form. She prided herself on keeping in shape and for a woman of

thirty four, she was absolutely stunning. Some of her friends said she

reminded them of the actress that had played Wonder Woman on television.

Running her hands over her tits she played with the nipples and rolled

them in her fingers. Her tits throbbed with the attention. She crawled

into her bed and switched off the dim light. In a few hours she would be

fucking her young son. She smiled in the darkness and settled herself in

for the wait.

For once, the weather reports were accurate. A strong storm swept

down on the Adams home and the surrounding countryside right on time.

Lightning and thunder with strong gusts of wind buffeted the area shortly

after midnight. In Edwards room the walls were lit by the flashing of the

lightning and the window shook with the peals of thunder. Brought

abruptly awake by the noise the boy sat up in bed. He bravely tried to

find the courage to fight his fear and for a time he held his own. But

the storm raged outside and the images of the trees, frozen by the

lightning against his bedroom wall, and the thunder which boomed broke

down his resolve.

He quickly got out of his bed and almost ran to his mothers room. He

opened the door and crossed hurriedly to her bed. He could see she was

asleep and he made no sound as he slipped under the covers. She turned

over, facing the boy. Edward saw that she was nude. He wasn't sure what

to do. She had always worn bedclothes in the past. A sudden flash of

lightning made the boy hug her close. His young face nestled in her

breasts. She had placed her arm over him, holding him closely, motherly

instinct working even asleep. A nipple brushed against his lips. He held

her tightly as the storm continued. Soon, he slept in her arms.

Helen felt something vaguely familiar. Something exciting, yet she

could not place the feeling. Her sleepy mind slowly stirred and she felt

the sensation strongly. Edward was sucking her tit! She lay still, her

arm across the sleeping boy as he nursed on her swollen breast. She

shivered at the strong suckling on her sensitive nipple. She opened her

eyes and as they adjusted to the darkness she saw her son, snuggled in her

arms like a baby, his mouth closed tightly on her nipple. From time to

time his boyish tongue swirled around the tit tip as he sucked.

Helen felt the slickness of her pussy and she adjusted her position so

her sleeping son could suck even more of her tit into his mouth. She lay

still, her son sucking her breast like a baby. Her head was thrown back

and her breath was ragged. She moved her hand down between them to the

boys hips. She cupped her hand over his penis and balls and began to

softly caress them. Instantly her sons cock began to respond to the

touches of her hand. It swelled quickly as she massaged it through his

shorts. She felt for the opening and her fingers deftly fished the hard

cock and swollen balls from the opening. She felt a drop of liquid on the

tip of the boys prick and her thumb spread it over the head of his

throbbing cock. He sucked harder on her tit. She raised her leg and

gently laid it over her sons hips. She scooted closer and her hand held

his hard, hot cock slowly jacking him off.

She positioned herself so his cock was at the entrance to her cunt.

Slowly she rubbed the boys cock through the damp slit of her swollen

pussy. A hiss escaped her lips as she shivered with the sensations that

throbbed from her quivering cunt. She held his cock against the opening

and with a slight motion of her hips slid her wet, steaming pussy over the

head of her sons prick. Edward wiggled his sleeping body closer to his

mother and his mouth continued to suckle on her hard nipple.

The storm was starting to abate outside while Helen Adams began to

fuck her son in her bed. She sank her clasping vagina on the boys hard

cock and when she had his full length inside her she began to rock her

hips against the hard rod of boyish cock. She rubbed her clit over the

cock and screwed her pussy onto his erect and dripping penis. She

established a steady humping tempo that she knew would soon have her

soaring over the edge of orgasm. Her bedroom filled with the soft sounds

of a cock into cunt as she fucked her son.

Soon, Helen was vigorously thrusting the sleeping boys cock into her

pussy. She looked down at his lips sealed around her throbbing tit as he

sucked her while he slept. He reminded her of the times she had nursed

him while he was a baby. Now, she fucked herself on his cock, buried

fully in her cunt. She gasped for breath as she quickened her pace. She

humped her pussy on his cock faster and faster. The squishing sounds

filled her ears as she drew herself up and down the length of his boyish

cock.

Groaning, the lust crazed mother rolled herself over the boy and lay

atop him, his cock sank deep into her wanton body from below. She raised

herself up on her elbows and slammed her hips down on his cock. She felt

it harden even more and start to jerk inside her. Her hips flew up and

down on his prick, lubricated by her flowing juices and the pre-cum that

leaked from his piss hole into her. Looking down at his face she stared

as she saw his eyelids flutter, then snap open! He looked into his

mothers face, contorted by lust and surprise.

His mouth opened around her tit and his hips slammed up to meet her

thrusts. He tried to speak, but his mouth was frozen as his mother

continued to fuck him savagely. She smiled at the boy and lowered her

lips to his. She kissed her son, forcing her tongue into his open mouth.

He stared, unblinking into her glassy eyes then returned the fiery kiss.

His arms shot around her neck and he held her tightly as they fucked with

a primal energy.

Helen knew she was about to cum and wanted her son to cum with her.

She used the walls of her cunt to massage his surging prick as he now

rammed it into her on his own. His face screwed into a mask of unbridled

lust, he pounded himself against her belly. He groaned, then his body

lurched.

Helen felt his prick jerk inside her and then she felt her orgasm

welling up from the depths of her incestual cunt to wash over the both of

them. Edward gave a last thrust and held his cock buried in his mothers

cunt. The hot, sticky sperm shot from the tip of his prick to sear the

inside of his mothers pussy with its heat. Gush after gush of boy spunk

flowed into her as she milked his cock in the throes of her orgasm. Her

hips ground into his and she uttered an animalistic cry as her pussy

clenched around her sons invading cock.

For what seemed to the panting woman like minutes her son ejaculated

into her. His cock seemed to spew jet upon jet of cum into the depths of

her waiting cunt as they lay still, she on top of her son, weight resting

on her elbows, her head beside his on the pillow. Now it was in the open,

she would have to admit to her son that she had been fucking him in his

sleep for weeks. But she didn't care. She only knew that she wanted to

continue to fuck him whenever she could. They would have to be careful

not to let anyone even think that they might be sleeping together. If

word got out that she was fucking her son the town would be in an uproar.

Rolling off her dazed and gasping boy, Helen looked over at him beside

her on the bed.

"Honey, I have to explain something to you..." She began as he lay,

spent and breathless beside her.

Four weeks later, Helen Adams came home from work and as she listened

to the messages on her answering machine she suddenly gasped. She

frantically rewound the fourth message.

"Helen, this is Dr. Brownings' office. We have the results of your

tests in and we want to congratulate you. You are eight weeks pregnant!

We're so happy for you! Call us and we will give you the details. Once

again, congratulations!"

Helen sat down on the floor next to the phone stand. She had not even

considered the fact that her son, a boy of only twelve years old, could

get her pregnant. Her mind whirled as she thought of the implications.

Her son had impregnated her! She had fucked her own son! A smile played

across her face as she thought of the times she had fucked the sleeping

boy and the first time she had felt his cum shoot into her pussy.

Her pussy quivered as she thought of the night a boy had gotten his

mother pregnant. She had a big surprise for her son when he got home from

school. He had just become a father!

Part III

She waited in the kitchen, nervously doodling on a note pad and

glancing at the clock on the wall above the refrigerator. Helen Adams

waited for her son, Edward to get home from school so she could tell him a

piece of very important news. She replayed over and over in her mind the

phone message her doctor's nurse had left. The message that told her she

was pregnant!

The nurse had assumed that her husband, George, who had left for

business in Central America a few weeks earlier, was the father. She was

wrong. Helen's son, Edward, was the father of the child Helen now carried

in her womb. She had made the immediate decision that she would have the

baby regardless of the cost to her own reputation or standing in the

community. She did not believe in abortion except in extreme cases where

the pregnancy threatened the life of the mother.

The minutes seemed to slow to a trickle as she kept an eye on the

clock waiting for the time when she would hear her son's footsteps on the

porch and his voice as he entered the hallway. Helen reflected on the

events that had put her and her son in this predicament. She could have

stopped it, but her lust for her young son, in the absence of her husband,

had prevailed.

She knew there would be no turning back from the first time she had

fucked the innocent young boy in his sleep. She shivered at the thought

of his young cock buried to the hilt in her steaming pussy spewing his boy

-seed deep into her waiting slit. Her nipples hardened at the thought and

she clenched her thighs together, shifting in the chair and wriggling her

ass against the seat. Her hand dropped into her lap and rubbed her pussy

through her slacks.

The sound of footsteps on the porch brought her back to the present

and she turned to the living room where her son would soon be appearing.

The door opened then she heard the sound of books being dropped on the

living room sofa.

"Hi mom! You home?" Edward Adams shouted from the living room.

"Yes . . . yes, honey! I'm in the kitchen!" She answered a nervous

catch in her voice.

Edward entered the kitchen and immediately went to the refrigerator.

"Boy! Am I hungry? You do anything interesting today, mom?" He

asked as he filled a glass with milk and sat down at the table across from

his mother.

"Well, yes. I have some news for you. But . . . " She hesitated,

trying to collect her emotions and thoughts.

Edward looked up quickly, a look of anxiety on his boyish face. "Is

something wrong? Dad . . . ?"

"No, it's not about your father. It's about us." She searched his

face for a reaction.

"Us? What about us? I haven't said anything at all to anybody, mom.

Nobody knows about us." He looked serious as he set the glass of milk on

the table.

Helen slid her chair over next to her son and took his hand in hers.

"Honey. It's not that. I guess the only way to tell you is to just

come out and say it!" he looked into her eyes and held her hand tightly.

"Go ahead, mom. What is it?"

Helen took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant!"

For a long time they set, motionless and silent, staring into each

others eyes. The second hand on the clock ticked away the seconds in

complete silence.

"What? But . . . I don't . . . what?" The startled boy sputtered.

"I said, I'm pregnant'. You know. Gonna have a baby. Your baby!"

Helen held her sons hand to her belly.

Edward sat, staring at her. He tried to grasp her words and he

thought that she had said she was pregnant, but how could that be. He was

only twelve. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"Now just take it easy honey! Try to remember to breathe. In and

out, there you go."

Helen knew that it must be a considerable shock for the boy to get

news like this. You just didn't go around getting your mother pregnant

every day of the week when you are a twelve-year-old boy.

"How?" He managed to blurt out the word.

"You know how! In bed those nights. You sticking your hard cock into

me and shooting your hot cream into my pussy. It was only a matter of

time."

"But . . . but . . . mom! I'm only twelve! I didn't think . . . I

mean . . . holy shit! You're pregnant! I'm a father. Father . . . uh

oh, dad!" He looked at his mother as his lips formed the last word.

"Yeah, uh oh is right, Eddy! I have to think of something and quick.

We have a real problem with timing. Your father made love to me before he

left, but that was more than nine weeks ago. I'm just about seven weeks

pregnant right now. You know what that means?" She squeezed his hand

against her belly.

The boy thought then his eyes widened.

"Nine weeks and you're seven . . . oh, no! He'll know that he can't

be the father. Wow! We got a problem, mom!"

"We sure do. Your dad is no idiot, Eddy! The tests they have now are

very good. They told me that they thought they had the actual day of the

week, give or take a day, that I conceived."

"And dad will want to see the test results won't he?" Edward asked.

"Damn right he will. Your father always insists on reviewing any

information he gets. He can't help it being an engineer. We gotta think

about this, son. If your father finds out that you and I have been

fucking, he'll flip."

Edward sat very still, his hand on his mothers stomach, his eyes

staring past her into space. His young mind reeled as it tried to absorb

the past few minutes. He couldn't think clearly. He looked down at his

mother's belly and he gently rubbed over it.

"Mom, I'm a father. I don't even have a job! What are we gonna do?"

"Right now, the least of your worries is the fact that you don't have

a job! You're twelve, Eddy! This is my problem for the most part and I

have to figure out what to do about it. But I will tell you this, I will

have this baby and if we can come up with some way to convince your father

that it is his baby we have to do it soon. He's gonna be home in two

weeks!"

Eddy drew himself up in his chair and he looked forcefully at his

mother.

"Mom, this is my baby and we both have to figure out something. I'll

do anything I can. We can't let anybody know I'm the real father. We

have to keep that a secret forever."

"Honey, you are growing up fast! I'm proud of you for saying that,

son. And yes, we have to keep the secret of whom the real father is from

everyone. I could go to jail and we could lose the baby to the state."

Helen sighed as she looked into her son's eyes. They reflected the

love the boy had for his mother and not just the physical side of their

mutual lust. He was deeply concerned for her well-being.

"I have an idea, mom!" He turned on his chair and faced her fully.

"Go ahead, son. We need ideas, fast!"

"We get the records at the doctor's office and alter the date they say

you were impregnated! They keep all that stuff on a computer don't they?"

He asked, excitedly.

"Yes, they have my records on their computer, but how, son? The

office is locked and there are always a couple of people behind the desk

when the office is open."

"Well, we just find a way to get in there! We don't have much of a

choice. It's the only thing I can think of that will work."

Helen thought about it and hugging her son firmly she held him at arms

length.

"You're right, Eddy! We have to find a way to get into that office.

Unfortunately the only way I can think of is to break in after they close

for the day."

"O.K. Now we come up with a way to get inside. Maybe we should drive

down there and check out the office. We can walk around the place and see

if there's a window or door or something we can use."

"God, I can't believe this! Let's get going before I come to my

senses and do something rational." Helen rose from the table.

"Alright! Don't worry, mom, we'll do it! We gotta do it!"

They hugged again and Eddy ran for the door. He held it open for his

mother as she gathered her purse from the living room table.

"Let's go plan a felony!" She patted him on the butt as they left the

house.

Driving the few miles into town they exchanged worried glances and as

they pulled into the parking lot of the large clinic they sat in silence

for a few minutes staring at the building. Edward took his mothers hand

and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"Let's go, mom! We can't stop now. We gotta find a way inside there

or we're in big trouble!" He said as he opened the door of the car and

stepped out.

"O.K., honey, but I have a question before we go case the joint, so to

speak." Helen grabbed her purse and pocketed the keys.

"Shoot, mom!"

"Do you know how to access their computer files once we do get inside

the place?" She asked in a worried tone of voice.

"I got straight A's in computer science this term, mom. I'm the top

computer science student at school." Edward stated flatly.

He wasn't kidding. All his teachers had praised him for his ability

and aptitude at the computer arts and now he was going to have to put his

knowledge to use. The fact that he would be committing a felony didn't

enter his mind. But it did cross his mothers' mind.

"You know we could be arrested and locked up for what we're about to

try to do?" Helen pointed out.

"Oh, yeah! I know. But if we don't do it jail will be a reasonable

alternative compared to what dad will do to both of us if he finds out we've

been fucking."

Oooh, Eddy I love it when you say that!" Helen hugged her son and her

hand crept down to caress his butt through his pants.

"MOM! Cut that out!" He laughed as he brushed his mother's hand

away, playfully. "We got a job to do then we can think about that stuff!"

"You are so much like your father, Eddy, I guess that's why I did what

I did. I missed him and you reminded me so much of him I couldn't help

myself. You don't think I'm a slut, do you?" She asked as they casually

strolled along the walk outside the clinic, eyeing the doors and windows

as they walked.

Eddy looked at his mother. She was so beautiful and funny and serious

all at the same time. He loved her as both his mother and as a lover. He

stopped suddenly on the walk and pointed to a service door almost hidden

by a low retaining wall and a large bush.

"There! Right there, mom! See that door and the window over it?" He

motioned toward the door, glancing both ways on the sidewalk, then

stepping into the protected area by the door.

Helen followed him into the small alcove. She looked at the door and

then above it at a window about six inches above the door. It was open

about an inch.

"The window is open! Do you think they leave it open when they close

up?" She asked, staring up at the window.

"It looks like there are spider webs on the window frame and look at

the dust line on the glass there." He pointed at the thin grey line of

dust on the window glass.

"Yeah. So, O.K., Sherlock Holmes, what can you deduce from those

observations?" She asked using her best Dr. Watson imitation.

They both laughed at the poor, but passable, faked British accent.

"Well, you see . . . " Edward began, as the immortal detective,

" . . . the spider webs are strong, yet fragile. If the window had been

closed in the recent past they would be torn. Then the telltale line of

dust would indicate that the window has been open for quite some time

allowing the dust to accumulate in the line on the glass we observe

hence."

Both laughed out loud at the sound of their meager attempt s at a

proper' accent. Helen stood back from her son and gave an approving look.

"You are positively astounding, young man! Your father would be very

proud of you at that display of reasoning. I am very proud of you right

now!" She kissed his forehead and stood back to look at the window.

"I'm quite strong, you know. I think I could boost you up to the

window."

"That was exactly what I was thinking, mom! Lets get back home and

wait for darkness. We can park the car over at the mall and walk over

from there. There won't be any cars left in the lot after everyone goes

home and we don't want to take any chances."

"You would make a very good cat burglar. You know that?" Helen

tousled the boys' hair as they walked back to the car.

"Thanks, I think!" He said, as they walked down the side walk.

Eight o'clock and Helen and her son stand in front of the full length

mirror in the hallway looking themselves over.

"I can't believe we're going to do this, honey! Look at us!" Helen

said, gesturing at their reflections in the mirror.

The mirror showed two figures, one a woman and the other a young boy,

side by side. They were dressed in black from head to toe. The boy

carried a small black pouch slung over his shoulder. He looked at the

woman.

"We look like we're auditioning for a part in some martial arts film!

I feel like an idiot, mom. If anybody sees us in this stuff, they'll lock

us both up in the funny farm!"

"Let's just make sure that doesn't happen, O.K.?" She said.

"Right! Let's do it!" Edward gave his mother the thumbs up and they

turned for the door.

The car pulled slowly into a distant parking space at the back of the

sprawling suburban shopping mall. Two figures, clad in black, emerged and

hurriedly walked away in the general direction of the nearby medical

clinic. They whispered in low tones as the walked together down the

sidewalk that bordered the large brick building. They quickly crossed the

distance to the darkened side of the building.

Stepping into the sheltered alcove they had discovered earlier they

stopped.

"I'll boost you up and you open the door when you make sure there are

no alarms." Helen whispered.

"If I find an alarm I'll knock on the door twice, O.K.?" Edward said.

"O.K. Now up you go!"

Helen easily lifted her son until he grasped the window sill over the

metal door. With a quick shove he opened the window to its' maximum width

and looking inside the room quickly he scrambled through and dropped

silently inside.

Crouched on the floor, he opened the small pouch he carried and

switched on a small flashlight. As the small, bright beam played over the

darkened interior of the room he noted the contents. Stacks of boxes,

stationary and other office supplies, a desk and chair were all

illuminated in the light. He turned to the door and quickly examined the

door frame and the lock area. No alarm could be seen. He through the

deadlock and opened the door.

"Let's go, mom!" He whispered.

"The computers are behind the front desk reception area. Through that

door, there!" She pointed down the short hallway.

They made their way cautiously down the hall and through the door

Helen had indicated. The office was dark and Edward used the small

flashlight sparingly to avoid anyone seeing the light from outside. The

reception area was visible in the faint light from various phones and

other office equipment. Two computer consoles could be seen at the back of

the open office area.

"There they are!" Helen said, pointing toward the dimly lit machines.

"Mom, hold the light down here at the floor. Don't point it up,

someone could see the light through the entrance doors if they were right

outside." Edward said, handing the flashlight over to his mother.

He slipped into the chair behind the nearest console and found the

power switch. The screen lit up, bathing them in a soft glow. A few

clicks and noises and the machine announced it was ready for work.

"O.K. here we go! Keep your fingers crossed! Patient accounts,

social security number and name." He read aloud the information on the

screen.

"Right! 543-45-7898." Helen recited her social security number as

her son typed in the digits.

"Good! No passwords to fool with. I figured they wouldn't bother

with them. Here it comes." Edward studied the screen as his mother

watched over his shoulder.

"There you are, mom! Right where you're supposed to be. Now to get

the test results up and alter the date." He contemplated the options

listed and clicked on the lab report file for his mother.

"That's it, honey! The second page . . . there! That's the date we

have to change. It has to be earlier so your father thinks the baby is

his."

"What do you think, make it a few days before he left? We don't want

to put an exact date on it. It says here in the notes that this series of

tests is accurate to plus or minus three days, maybe two at the best"

Edward said as he examined the text of the test reports on the screen.

"Yeah, a couple days is fine. Now we have to find the hard copy and

change those, too! They must be in that file over there on the wall. I'll

find my file while you finish up here."

"O.K., mom. Let's hurry, though. This makes me nervous."

"You too, huh? I guess we aren't used to breaking and entering. We're

gonna have to print a new version of the hard copy. Can you do that?"

Helen whispered as she made her way to the filing cabinets.

"No problem. The print menu is right here. I'm almost done with this

end of it. There . . . got it!" He exclaimed.

Helen had the file open and had located her file. She withdrew the

copy and waved it at her son. Edward nodded his head in the affirmative

and turned to the computer. In a few seconds one of the printers in the

office began to run. Helen went over to it and gave her son the high

sign.

Edward closed up the file and made a quick search for any other

copies. They had not loaded the file to a floppy so he exited the program

and logged off the machine. The room was dark again as the screen went

off.

"Yes! We did it, mom!" He raised his fist in the air.

"Alright! Let's get the hell out of here! We don't want to press our

luck!" She gave her son a high five and they hurried for the rear door

they had used to get into the facility.

Once outside the door which they had carefully closed behind them,

they hugged each other.

"Honey, you were fantastic. You should work for the CIA. That was so

exciting, I'm shaking!" Helen hugged her son.

"Thanks, mom! You were great, too! Let's go home before we get

arrested in these outfits!"

The two made their way back to their car in the mall parking lot,

walking with arms around one another. They got into the car and drove

quickly away.

"That was an experience I will never forget!" Helen said as she

steered through the parking lot.

"You said it, mom! I'm glad that's over with! You know what?" He

scooted next to her in the seat.

"What?"

"I love you, mom!" He threw his arms around his mother and kissed her

on the cheek.

"I love you, honey!" She responded.

Edward rested his head on his mother's shoulder idly playing with her

hair. He reached over and his hand closed over her breast.

"Edward! You naughty boy!" She giggled.

His hand slipped between the buttons on the black shirt she wore and

found her right breast clad in the bra she wore. He gently slid the cup

of the bra down to expose her tit and closed his hand over her bare flesh.

"Oh, Eddy! Careful, I might crash!" She moved her arm so he could

get better access to her throbbing tit, driving with one hand.

Finding her nipple, he tweaked it softly with his fingers making her

gasp and squirm in her seat. It sprang up under his fingers as he teased

it to hardness. Then leaning over he unbuttoned the top three buttons of

the garment and swept his tongue over her tit.

"Oh, shit! Eddy, that is heaven. This isn't fair. I have to drive!"

She complained.

"Keep your eyes on the road, mom!" He responded.

She hugged his body close while he ran his tongue over her rapidly

stiffening nipple. His mouth engulfed the hard nub and Helen thought she

was going to lose control of the vehicle at the touch of her sons lips on

her nipple.

Edward shifted slightly and began to suck hard on his mother's tit.

He leaned over her and his other hand swept up her leg and over her

crotch. He rubbed it through her slacks and she arched her hips up to his

hand.

"God, you'll get us in a wreck. Oh, honey your mouth . . . " She

gasped while his mouth sucked her tit and his hand rubbed her feverish

crotch.

Helens' pussy quivered as her son rubbed up and down the slit though

her slacks. She held his head against her tit as he suckled the swollen

nipple like a baby. Several cars passed them as they made their way

back to their home and Helen wondered if they could see inside the car as

her son bent over her exposed breast. The driveway appeared and she

nearly missed the turn as waves of desire swept her lust wracked body.

She threw the car into park and raised her sons lips to hers.

"I love you, Eddy!" She gasped as she kissed the boy deeply. "Let's

get inside! Hurry!" She muttered between his lips.

They ran inside the house and as the door shut behind them they turned

and began to rip clothes off of the other in a frantic attempt to bare

themselves.

"God, mom! You are so beautiful! I want to fuck you forever and

ever!" Edward exclaimed, his hands peeling his shirt and trousers off.

"Yes, baby! I want you to fuck me! Fuck me now, hurry!" She gasped

as her lips sought his, hands removing her blouse and unbuttoning her

black slacks. Her panties were moist at the crotch, clinging between the

lips of her waiting pussy.

Edward ripped her bra down and it fell of her tits to the floor to

join the remainder of her clothes in a pile beside her sons. He closed

his mouth over her tit and she stiffened at the hot, moist clasping of his

boyish lips. His hands roamed over her tight, round ass, squeezing the

cheeks and pressing her mound against his rapidly growing cock.

"Oh, god, Eddy! I can feel your cock! You're getting hard. You're

getting hard for mommy! Fuck me, please! Now!" She whispered into her

son's ear, her voice husky with lust.

Edward started to move her toward the sofa, never letting his mouth

leave the peak of her magnificent tit. She felt the sofa against the back

of her legs and she slowly lowered herself to its' soft surface. Edward

moved to place himself between her spreading legs as she lay back on the

sofa. He saw the gleam of pure carnal lust in her eyes. He remembered the

look in her eyes the night he had awakened to find her over him, fucking

herself on his erect cock.

"I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you, mom! Do you want that?" He

asked.

"Hell yes! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, honey! Do it, now!" Her words

were a demand, not a request.

Edward moved between her legs and taking his iron hard boy cock in his

hand he guided it toward her waiting pussy. Beads of moisture were

visible on her pussy lips as she waited for her sons cock to enter her

slit. She locked her legs behind his back and her hands rested on his

hips. He placed the swollen head of his young cock at the entrance to her

body. She threw her head back and closed her eyes. With a quick,

powerful shove he drove his cock fully into her.

Helen bucked her pussy up at her son's cock as it filled her to his

young balls. He held his cock inside her and as she opened her eyes to

find him staring down at their entwined bodies he caught her gaze and

slowly, almost dream like, he withdrew his swollen cock. Her pussy

grasped its length as he pulled it out, stopping with just the head inside

her.

"Do you want me to fuck you fast or slow, mother?" He asked, through

clenched teeth.

"Fast and hard, baby! I need you inside me fast and hard. Will you

do it for me?" Her voice was breaking as she replied.

Shoving his cock back inside her he answered, "Fuck yes! Take it!"

Edward began to fuck his mother as fast as he could. His cock

withdrew almost the full length and then slammed back inside her cunt. She

closed her legs tighter around his hips and returned his thrusts with her

own.

"Uhnnnn! Uhnnn! Uhnnn!" Her groans echoed the slapping of his balls

against her ass hole as he fucked her as hard and fast as he was capable.

"I can't last very long, mom! I'm gonna cum anytime! Ohhhhh, yeah!

Your pussy is so tight and wet!"

"Cum, honey! Cum inside me. I want to feel your cum inside my pussy.

Feel it wash over my cunt. Your cum, your baby making cum! Please fuck

me!" Helen panted.

She could feel her own orgasm building as her son pounded his cock

inside her cunt. Relentlessly he hammered his prick back and forth inside

his mother's body. She began to shake and she uttered small grunts and

groans as his cock raced inside her.

"Ohhhhh . . . yaaaaghhh! Shit, mom! Here it comes!" He shouted, his

young body tensing for its climax.

His balls spasmed and his load of cum shot down the hard length of his

cock. Helen felt his cock jerk inside her pussy and her orgasm triggered

a powerful clenching of her vagina on her sons incestuous cock. Edward

buried his cock one final time to the hilt inside her and kept it there.

It spewed jet after jet of hot boy cum deep inside her pussy. Helen

almost fainted at the feeling of her sons cum splashing inside her. She

brought his face down to hers. They locked in an embrace of pure desire.

Her tongue flashed around that of her sons. Her hips raised off the sofa

to lock against his.

Spasm after spasm wracked the young boys body as his mother held his

squirting cock inside her. They bucked together as one body in the throes

of their mutual ecstasy. Panting in exhaustion, they slowed their

frenetic pace to finally stop, locked together.

"That was fucking incredible!" Helen whispered.

"Yeah!" Was all her son could manage to say.

They lay together, his cock inside her for minutes, gently caressing

one another and softly exchanging deep, soulful kisses. His head resting

on his mothers breast, one hand encircling the firm orb, Edward knew he

would fuck his mother for a long time to come. Helen knew also that she

would not stop her behaviour now. They would be lovers for as long as they

could keep their secret from the world.

"Mom?" Edward asked, quietly.

"Yes baby?" Her hands stroked his young back.

"I want to fuck you even after dad gets back. Will you?"

"God, yes! We have to be careful, though! We have to pretend that we're

just mother and son while he is around."

"You love him, don't you, mom?"

Helen looked her son, her young lover, in the eyes and answered, "Yes,

Eddy. I do love your father. I never meant for us to happen, but I don't

regret it! You shouldn't either."

He returned her gaze and placing his head back on her breast he

whispered, "Good. I don't want you to stop loving him. And I don't want

to stop loving you."

Helen Adams held her young son in her mothering arms and she thought

to herself that she was right. Her son was growing up. And she loved

him.

END