oedipal fuckfest

"THERE'SSSS the beddy bed!" Penelope announced quite unnecessarily as they entered her bedroom, pointing for emphasis but missing by a couple feet to the right. "Thas the place a'get fucked good 'n proper by my 'enry! -hic!- Sush a good boy."

"You're sure you're ok with this?" he checked again.

"Tozally!" his mother exclaimed and pushed away to make a reckless bound for the bed, bouncing in a kinetic poem of female flesh, flopping over onto her back with her legs spread wide. "Fuck me, 'enry! Screw me like a whore!"

Then she burst into giggles and Henry couldn't help but laughing too.

"Come here, Henry," she said, sitting up, blinking to try to focus and patting the bed. "Come to Mommy. Mommy wansa do supin nice for her big strong boy."

Henry stumbled forward, still having a hard time believing all this was happening. As soon as it was in reach, Penelope reached out and grabbed a hold of his cock. His eyes went wide. She pulled him closer and made him lie down across the foot of the big bed.

"Thas a good boy," she said. "Good boys get treats from their mumsies."

And so saying, she went down on him, her mouth warm and wet, taking his hard dick into it without the slightest hesitation. She chuckled; a low, naughty sound as she fondled his balls with her fingers and massaged his prick with her tongue and lips.

"Oh wow. Oh god, Mom," he said. He blushed. Should he still be calling her Mom? He had never called her anything else. She slipped one long, soft finger under his balls and rubbed between them and his asshole as she slowly drew her head along his shaft.

"Oh Mama!" he exclaimed, not giving a damn what the appropriate appellation was in this situation. "Oh fuck yes!"

She continued to fellate him for an eternal 5 minutes. Had he not just shot his wad, he never could have endured it. He was tempted to go off in her mouth, but she had gone a long time without being laid and he was not the sort to disappoint his mother. He was going to get her off again. There would be plenty of time for more blowjobs later.

Grabbing hold of her dark hair he pulled her head back. She looked at him, confused and dizzy.

"Lay back," he said. "Time to fuck."

She smiled broadly and scrambled back to the center of the bed.

"Thas my boy!" she said. "My big, big boy!"

And then he was on her and in her, plowing her like a man possessed, sweat dripping off him as she moaned and writhed beneath him, clutching her big tits, tossing her head back and forth in a tangle of her glossy dark hair. Henry grinned manically. She was close. He could tell. Could he last long enough?

Suddenly, her legs popped up in the air and crossed behind him, pulling him hard into her as she grunted out like an animal.

"UNGH! UNNNGEH!! UUUUUNNNNNGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" she exclaimed.

Henry hoped that meant she was done, because he couldn't withstand that onslaught. He jerked and spasmed as he shot his wad deep inside her pulsing pussy.

When his eyes were once again able to focus, he saw that his mother's were not. She was staring at nothing, a huge smile on her face, a faint quiver still traveling throughout her body.

"You all right Mom?" he asked.

"Hee..." she said weakly, tried to look at him, then passed out cold.

Alarmed, he pulled out of her and checked her pulse in her neck. It was strong and steady. She sighed contentedly.

Henry relaxed and lay beside her. It was amazing. Absolutely amazing. And all from a little pencil sketch.

The thought of the pencil startled him from the post-orgasmic lethergy he was sinking into. How had the pencil done that anyway? And more importantly, what else could it do?