cb-4497 davy's loving mother (kathy andrews) 1985 Read online

  FOREWORD

  A mother's desire for her son is a subject as old as the world of literature, and its theme, incest, can be traced in the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah, and Lot's scheme to repopulate a supposedly desolate earth by sleeping with his daughters. The subject has been probed by Sophocles, and Freud defined the problem of incest. Eugene O'Neill, a great playwright, encompassed the theme in one of his most important works.

  An incestuous desire is now considered normal, healthy, and to be expected, but should this need on the part of a woman to physically possess her son remain unchecked, the possible catastrophe which might follow could be of such dimension that none involved will recover.

  DAVY'S LOVING MOTHER is the story of an incestuous relationship between a young housewife and her young son Davy. It is a startling novel with an important message for society.

  The Publisher

  CHAPTER ONE

  Molly stood gazing at her son.

  Davy was sound asleep, sprawled on his back. His night lamp was still burning, and he had kicked the sheets to the foot of the bed. His pajamas hung low on his hips, the naked flesh of his stomach showing.

  She was wearing a long nightgown, a nylon gown that clung to the curves of her slender body. The top of her gown was lace, and the light-brown color of her nipples showed. She entered her son's room and stood over him, her eyes roaming about his youthful body.

  Across his face was a pair of her panties.

  This was not the first time she had seen her panties on his face while he slept. She had been peeking in on him for the past week, and each night the panties were either on his face or lying next to his head on the pillow. They were always the same pair of panties. They were pink, trimmed with white lace, the crotch usually turned outward.

  Molly was very much aware that some men enjoyed fondling a woman's panties during times of jerking off. She knew they enjoyed the scent of a woman's worn panties, and at times wrapped the nylon about their cocks, to jack off. But that was men, not her son. Davy was young, and she felt he shouldn't know what to do with his cock yet, let alone find pleasure in caressing a pair of panties.

  But for a week she had seen him with those same panties near his head or draped over his face while he slept.

  She thought the panties had been mysteriously lost while being washed. The washing machine sometimes ate a sock or two, but never panties.

  Oddly enough, she didn't feel anger at her son for having them. She felt an unusual tingling sensation between her thighs as she looked down on his sleeping body. One of his eyes showed through the leg of her panties, and the crotch rested lightly on his lips.

  All day she had been wearing the same panties. Molly usually changed her panties at least twice a day, but today was different. Feeling a flush of excitement on her lovely face, she lifted her gown to her waist, and peeled her panties off. She held them up, turning them inside out. They were pink, too, but the whole front was black lace. She brought the panties to her face and sniffed. The scent of her cunt was there, along with two stray dark pussy hairs. Very carefully, she removed the panties from her son's sleeping face and placed the other panties there.

  She looked down at him for a while, her eyes straying toward the crotch of his pajamas. The fly gaped slightly, and she leaned over to look closely. She could see the base of Davy's cock, the hint of one ball. Her hand began to itch with the desire to fondle him, to feel his cock and precious balls. Fighting the urge, she left his room, her panties balled in her hand. She tossed the panties into the laundry hamper of the hall bathroom where she was sure Davy would see them in the morning. Then, on an impulse, she stripped her gown over her head.

  Molly had rich, dark, chestnut-colored hair, with hot green eyes and a full, wide mouth. Her face was beautiful, as beautiful as any cover-girl model. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, creamy to the touch. Her tits were full and wide-spaced, the nipples tilted upward. She had a small waist and a flat stomach, with just a delicious hint of roundness. Her hips were curvy and her thighs very long and shapely. Her ass swelled out in mouth watering firm cheeks, with a deep, inviting asscrack. The hair of her cunt was shaped like an open fan, with a very a faint line of thin hair growing toward her dimpled belly button.

  Feeling delicious to be naked in the hall bathroom, the door wide open, Molly giggled with a lewd sound. She ran her hands to her cunt, parting the thick hair to expose the pinkness of her cunt. Pulling at the lips of her cunt, she parted them until her cunt jutted forth. Molly's cunt was unusual in that it was extra long, perhaps a full inch. It was the most sensitive thing she had ever touched. Now, she rubbed lightly with the tip of finger over it, her hips jerking spastically as she moaned softly.

  She resisted the powerful urge to stab a finger up her cunt and work it in and out, bringing herself to orgasm. As much fun as it was to fingerfuck, she wanted more than a stiff finger up her pussy.

  Sighing, she picked her gown up, draped it over her shoulder, and nakedly stepped into the hall. She walked to her room, pausing at Davy's door and looking in at him. If he was awake, he would have seen his naked mother standing there, her green eyes smoldering at the front of his pajamas. Molly trembled with strange hungers, and turned to her room.

  The next morning, Davy said nothing.

  Molly watched him carefully. Surely he knew there was a different pair of panties on his face than those he went to sleep with. But Davy gave no indication he knew. Dressed in her light summer robe, with a fresh pair of panties on, but her tits naked, Molly prepared his breakfast as he sat at the table. Davy wore his cut-offs, with sneakers on his feet. Cut-offs and sneakers seemed to be the summer uniform of the boys and girls, she thought.

  As she turned from the stove, her robe swirled and her thighs were exposed briefly. But Davy had seen her legs, and Molly noticed a quick flare of interest in his young eyes. She wondered what he would do if she untied the robe, let it hang open so he could see her in the panties, her tits pointing at him suggestively.

  Sitting across the table from her son as they ate, she asked: "What are you doing today, honey?"

  "Nothing," he replied.

  "You mean you're going to stay home today?" she asked, pleased. "With me?"

  Davy nodded.

  This was a change, she knew. Davy usually couldn't wait to finish breakfast and leave, going off and doing whatever it was he did with his friends around the neighborhood.

  "What brought this on, baby?" she asked, finishing her coffee. "Don't tell me all your little friends are going out of town today."

  "I don't know about them," Davy said, raising his eyes. For a moment they fixed on the strain of his mother's tits. The robe exposed the creamy, tantalizing valley between them. "I just feel like staying in today, Mother."

  "You're not sick, are you?" she asked, unable to keep the sparkle out of her eyes.

  Davy shook his head. He had lowered his gaze again to her tits. This time he looked boldly at them.

  Molly found her breath catching in her throat. A warm flush crept over her face, down her neck. She sat still, feeling the heat growing between her thighs.

  "Did you... find something different this morning?" she managed to ask, her voice low.

  Davy nodded.

  "Do you mind?"

  His eyes came up to hers, and they gazed at each other for a long time.

  "No," he finally said, softly. "How long have you known, Mother?"

  "All along," she said, stretching the truth.

  Suddenly Davy giggled. "What's funny?" she asked. "Nothing," he said. "Just... golly, Mother."

  Molly reached across the table an
d placed her hand on top of his. Her eyes were moist, a nervous smile playing about her full lips.

  "Did you mind?" she asked again.

  "Mind what, Mother?"

  "That I changed... panties," she said, her voice throaty.

  Davy's young eyes flared hotly as a grin spread over his face. He turned his hand beneath hers, and they held hands tightly across the table.

  "I liked it, Mother," he said, his voice going from high to low, as it usually did when he was excited. "Why did you do it?"

  "You like my panties, don't you, baby?" she asked. "What do you do with Mother's panties, anyway?"

  "I... like to feel them," he said shyly. "And smell them?" she asked, unable to resist.

  Davy nodded his head, lowering his eyes shyly for the first time.

  Molly stood up and moved around the table to her son's side. She placed his head against her stomach, hugging him there, brushing his hair.

  "Don't be embarrassed, baby," she said softly. "I understand. I'm not mad at you. If you like playing with my panties, I don't mind."

  Davy wrapped his hands about his mother's waist and hugged her tightly as he pressed his face into her stomach.

  "Davy," she whispered, pulling his head from her stomach and tilting his face up to hers. "Oh, Davy," she whispered again.

  She leaned down to kiss his forehead, but at the last moment, pressed her lips to his. She had meant to give him a quick peck, but the feel of her son's lips against hers sent a wild, blazing fire through her body. With a moan, Molly thrust her tongue past her son's lips, deep into his mouth. A muffled gasp came from Davy, but his arms went about his mother's neck tightly.

  Molly's eyes smoldered hotly. She released her son and stepped back. Her fingers trembled about her belt. She opened the belt and hesitated, then taking a deep breath, she flung her thin robe wide open.

  Davy gasped, his eyes huge as he stared at his mother.

  "Mother! Golly, Mother?"

  Molly's body trembled as she stood holding her robe wide. Her son's eyes gazed at her nakedness, seeing her tits straining out, nipples jutting upward, the tightness of her bikini panties. The panties were orchid-colored, trimmed teasingly in black lace. Davy had turned in his chair when she hugged him, and Molly's eyes moved to the front of his cut-offs. She saw the slow lifting of them, watching his concealed cock growing hard. She pulled her gown from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She stood before her excited son, wearing only her skimpy, tantalizing panties. She cupped her tits, lifting them, thumbing her rigid nipples as her eyes blazed at the front of his cut-offs.

  Davy gasped hotly as he watched his mother, his knees open.

  Sliding her hands down her body, Molly drew upward on her panties, making the crotch cut into her cunt, outlining the swell of those hairy lips. Her extra-long clit throbbed hotly and she was very wet. Curls of dark pussy hair peeked from the tight panties, and Davy's eyes looked as if they were about to come out of his head. Molly parted her feet on the floor, arching her hips forward slightly. Davy gulped as he stared, seeing the curls of cunt hair, the way that lace trimmed crotch pulled into his mother's cunt. His cock throbbed into full hardness.

  Molly wanted to jerk the crotch of her son's cut-offs to one side, to let that beautiful hard-on free, expose it. But she didn't, she stood pulling her panties tightly into her bubbling cunt, her hips twisting suggestively in slow motion.

  Then, breathlessly, Molly began to peel her panties down.

  "Oh, Mother!" Davy groaned, his eyes burning.

  Molly stripped her panties off, lifting first one foot, then the other. Standing up, naked, legs now together, she held her panties out to her son. Davy lifted a shaking hand, then dropped it to his lap.

  "Don't you want my panties, honey?" she asked in a husky sound.

  Davy nodded, but all he could do was press his hand hard against his hard-on.

  Molly stepped closer, and turned her panties inside out. She rubbed the wet crotch of them aver her son's face, then across his lips. Davy's eyes half-closed as he smelled his mother's cunt on the panties, felt the wetness on his lips.

  "Nice, aren't they, Davy?" she whispered. She dropped her panties to his lap, and stepped back. She leaned near the sink, her naked body vibrating sweetly. Her tits seemed swollen, her nipples ready to burst. She stared at her son as he stared back at her. Davy's big eyes swiveled up and down, seeing his mother's tits, then the bush of her cunt. His cock throbbed powerfully.

  "Show me, honey," Molly urged hotly. "Show me what you do with my panties. Let me watch you, darling!"

  Davy, overcome by excitement, yanked the crotch of his cut-offs aside. Molly caught a glimpse of his young cock standing up before he wrapped her panties around it. His cockhead bulged tightly at the crotch of her panties, and she was fascinated as a slow wetness formed there. Gazing at his mother's naked body, Davy closed his fist about his pantie-wrapped cock, and began to jerk up and down.

  "Ohhhh, I see," Molly gurgled, her eyes straining as she watched her son jacking off.

  Davy gasped with excitement, his eyes riveted upon the thick, silky bush of his mother's cunt, his fist racing up and down his cock in short, jerky pumping motions. Molly felt her cunt responding to his display of open sexuality. Her clit bulged from the pulsating lips of her pussy, and she squeezed her thighs tightly. She twisted her naked ass against the sink, her eyes shining with strange feelings.

  "Look at me, honey!" she hissed, and parted her legs. Molly thrust her hips forward, her cunt showing. She ran one hand down between her thighs, a finger on each side of her juicy cunt. Her clit thrust between her fingers and she began to rub it. "Look at this, Davy! Look at Mother and jerk yourself off! Jerk off with Mother's panties, baby!"

  The words his mother was saying sent a shaking delight through Davy, who stared hungrily at his mother's cunt, his fist pounding faster and faster on his cock. The nylon stretched around his bulging cockhead, and the wet spot grew wider. Molly shivered aid rubbed at her cunt, making sure her fingers never covered her bulging clit. Her eyes burned at the head of her son's cock, anxious to see what would happen.

  Her legs shook, becoming weak. There was a fire inside her cunt that she had never felt before. Her fingers, sliding along the puffy lips of her cunt, made a wet sound. She opened her thighs a bit more, bending her knees and bracing herself on the sink. Her eyes strained with liquid heat on his cock. Davy's eyes seemed unfocused as he stared between his mother's thighs, beating his fist frantically on his pantie-covered cock.

  She felt as if she were going to come, yet the orgasm refused to burst.

  She twisted her ass, moaning softly, gazing at her son as he sat at the table, jacking off in a frenzy.

  "Look at me, Davy!" she sobbed hotly. "Watch Mother, baby! Ooooo, honey, can you do it? Can you come... in my panties?"

  Davy's only reply was quicker gaspings.

  Molly wanted to come, wanted to very badly, yet each time she felt as if it would happen, something seemed to make it go away. Feverishly, she shoved both hands between her legs, and wantonly began to open and close the hairy lips of her pussy, smashing them against her clit. Tears were flowing from her eyes as she strained to come, feeling total abandonment with her son watching as he jacked off with her panties.

  "Oh, damn it! Damn it!" she cried, suddenly smashing her fingers against her clit violently, agitating it almost brutally.

  Her hips whipped about in jerky motion as she rubbed in a frenzy at her swollen clit. Her eyes never left her son's cock or pounding fist.

  "Oh, Davy!" she cried, her lovely face contorting with torment. "I can't! Damn, damn, damn! I can't come!"

  Davy heard his mother's frustrated cries, but his balls were aching now, drawing tightly into his crotch. His fist banged up and down with frantic movement, his young eyes burning on his mother's hairy pussy, watching her fingers flying in a frenzy. He heard the wet sounds she made, and began to moan softly.

  With a jerk of his body, creamy come
juice gushed out of his cock.

  Molly sobbed as she watched her panties drenched with his come juice.

  Davy kept jacking his cock as he came, and within moments, her panties were soaked with that creamy sweetness.

  For a moment, Davy slumped in the chair, his eyes dreamy, his mother's panties dangling from the head of his cock. Then, with a sudden blush, he jerked her panties away and flung them to the table. He jumped to his feet, and while stuffing his cock back into his cut-offs, ran from the kitchen.

  Molly started to call after him, but stopped herself.

  She had seen the sudden embarrassment on his face, and knew he had to be alone for a while. She moved on shaking legs to the table, picking up her panties. The inside of the crotch was soaked with his come juice, glistening wetly.

  Picking her panties up, she gazed at the evidence of his desires. With a shiver she drew the panties to her face. She closed her eyes as a sensation of rapture seemed to burn through her naked body. Suddenly, she shoved the crotch of her panties into her mouth, sucking at the come juice her son had placed there. She tasted Davy's young come juice, finding it hot and sweet. She sucked hard at her panties and her tongue running about the crotch.

  And she came.

  The explosion of her orgasm ripped her to pieces. Her eyes shot open and she shook hard, her cunt convulsing like never before. She stood near the table, coming wildly, her panties dangling from her lips, eyes huge but not seeing anything.

  The orgasm seemed to go on for a long time, and when it finally ended, she was so weak she slumped into Davy's chair, leaning on the table with her head on her arms.

  She had never come so strongly in her life.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Molly wasn't troubled by what happened in the least.

  She allowed her son to remain in his room for some time, then went down the hall, her robe covering her once more.

  She found Davy sprawled across his bed, face down. She stood and looked down upon him, her eyes seeing his young back, his young thighs. She listened to him breathing, and then sat on the edge of his bed. She placed her hand on his back soothingly.