He watched his father move easily among the guests. Carter had not told anyone with the exception Miss Curry about seeing his father sucking cock. The knowledge of his incipient affair with his mother tempered his outrage. People who live in glass houses, etc., etc.
It was late in evening. The party was winding down. Carter wandered out into the garden. He was surprised that he felt like he did after smoking a joint. Kind of relaxed and detached.
June Crafton watched her son walked out into the garden. She was ashamed of herself. She actually was happy Anne could not attend the party.
As she followed him, she stopped to chat with various guests. She stopped and refilled her cup with Miss Curry’s excellent punch. Finally, she caught up with him at the pagoda.
“Why are you hiding out here?”
“Not hiding, mom, just taking a break! I got tired of smiling and having old women grab my crotch!”
June’s hand dropped to her son’s thigh. She casually stroked it, feeling its warmth.
“Oh, so you have something against old women, she laughed!”
Carter placed his hand on his mother’s thigh. He let it slide under her costume to her bare pussy.
“I have told you! You are not old! Old women don’t walk around with no panties!”
June shivered as her son stroked her pussy. She glanced quickly toward the patio door. “You know you shouldn’t do that!”
“Who did you think of it when you decided not to wear panties?” Still facing the patio door, Carter eased a finger in his mother’s pussy. If anyone turned at that moment, they would have seen a son finger fucking his mother. Only Halvatia saw them and she just smiled.
June grabbed his hand and held it. “Stop, baby, stop! We can’t! People might see us!”
Carter drew his finger from his mom’s pussy. He placed it on her lips. June pulled her head back. “Stop it, she squealed, you are terrible!”
“Lick it, mom, and see how good you taste!”
“Carter Crafton! You stop that, she giggled!” However, her tongue flicked out and sampled her juices.
He took her hand and led her into the shadows behind the pagoda. The weeds hid an old brick fence. It surrounded an old well from the days when the old house provided its own water. He picked his mom up and sat her on the enclosure.
“Carter, please don’t! This is not right! We just can’t…!”
Carter unzipped the front of his leather pants. He pulled his cock out and stepped between her legs. In the moonless night, they both could see it bobbing inches from June’s pussy
“Put it in, mom!”
“No Carter, no I can’t!”
“Put it in, mom.”
June’s hand shook as she reached out and clutched her son’s tumescent tool.
“Baby, don’t make me do this, please!”
Carter took a step forward. The head of his cock brushed the wet lips of his mom’s sex.
“Put it in, mom!”
June pulled gently on her son’s rigid member. He stepped forward and she guided him into her.
“Oh, fuck, baby, oh fuck!”
“Say it, mom, say fuck me!”
June scooted forward. She flinched as her son’s massive acorn head slid between the inner folds of her pussy.
“Oh my god! Oh my god! Wait, baby! I need… I!”