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, bu 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 ans 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.

 
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 quicky 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!