Incest/Taboo The Motherfucker Rag

As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters within are simply figments of my imagination and exist solely within the confines of my mind and in this story.

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I've never viewed myself to be more than your average, slightly dull working mother. I've been divorced for nearly sixteen years and have raised my son, now an eighteen year old senior in high school, alone – his father left Chicago for Las Vegas before the ink was dry on our divorce decree and we've not heard from him since. I worked as an accountant in a local business firm and we've done well for ourselves.

It's been pretty much just John and me – I've had boyfriends from time to time, but none stuck with us – no one seemed to want the extra baggage I suppose. Still, I'm not what I'd call lonely and I've been very content. John has been the center of my life and I'm very proud of him and all that he's accomplished. He already has won an academic scholarship to a prestigious university here in Chicago and plans to stay at home while in college thus relieving me of any immediate anxieties over impending "empty nest syndrome."

John's a good son, stays out of trouble and helps around the house. He's dating a lovely young cheerleader named Kelly and while she and I have never hit it off (I think she's a bit jealous of any other woman around "her" John, including his mother), but I'm happy that he's happy. I'm sure they're sexually active as I've seen the signs, but he and I had that "talk" a long time ago and I'm sure he's taking all the necessary precautions.

If I had any complaints about my son, it would be limited to his choice of music – he adores "heavy metal" music, the louder the better. But, other than establishing some basic ground rules for volume levels in the house or in the car, I've adapted and have even become used to hearing the noise that passes for his music! I've even learned to accept the sometimes vile language that some of the groups pass off as lyrics.

I sometimes find it ironic that it was my son's love for his music that led to both our worlds being literally turned upside down for all time – well, his love for heavy metal and Dirty Davy and the Chimp! I'm sure you've heard of them – they're syndicated all over the nation now – two of those afternoon shock jock radio people. They are based right here in Chicago and run the late afternoon radio show for the Tri-State's most popular hard rock station.

I was only vaguely aware of them as I prefer the lite-pop stations and only then because of their outrageous stunts and penchant for sexually charged material – well, that and the fact that I think they set a record for the highest FCC fine for obscenity a few years back, something they still brag about. Anyways, it was Dirty Davy and the Chimp who set things into motion that changed the lives of my son and me.

I had known that John's favorite band – some huge British or Australian heavy metal band was coming to Chicago this spring. It was constantly on John's mind. I had agreed to spring for tickets for him and Kelly, assuming he could get tickets. Alas, my poor baby never got out of the gate – the tickets getting snapped up by profiteers before the average Joe had a chance. John was disappointed when the tickets were listed for resale at prices that were way out of our league unless I wanted to take a second mortgage on the house.

That's where Dirty Davy and the Chimp came in. They decided to have a contest to give away a pair of first row seats and my son asked me for permission to enter. Not bothering to listen to the details, I gave him my blessing. I told him to not get his hopes up, that probably hundreds of thousands of other metal heads would be entering. Still, I knew the minute I walked into the kitchen one day that from my son's grin, he had won!

"Mom, I just talked to the Chimp himself! This is so cool!"

"I'm so happy for you, honey! Have you told Kelly? I know she'll be thrilled to hear you've won your big tickets."

My son laughed and said, "Yeah, I called her a little while ago, but Mom, we haven't won anything yet. They just drew our names so we can try and win the tickets. We have to um do it before we actually win."

I sat down at the kitchen table and eyed my son who was leaning against the counter. "Do it?" I replied, "Do what, son?" I kicked off my high heel shoes and crossing my legs, leaned over and massaged my aching stocking clad feet.

John's grin faded to be replaced by a somewhat embarrassed and guilty expression. "Um, you know, make out." He was avoiding my gaze, although judging from the direction he was staring, it was hard to tell if he was doing it out of guilt or was ogling my legs.

I started to pay more attention. "Make out? Like kissing and hugging making out? Don't tell me you and Kelly have to make out on those idiots' radio show."

John frowned and shook his head. In a voice now edged with caution, he replied, "No, Mom, remember? You and I have to make out on the radio show."

"WHAT!" I jumped to my feet, not quite believing what I just heard. I started to laugh, thinking John was playing a joke on me, but his expression was dead serious. "You're kidding me, John, right? RIGHT?"

John slowly shook his head from side to side. "I told you, Mom, remember? Dirty Davy and the Chimp have done this before – they love holding their "Making Out With Mom for Tickets" contest. The mom and son selected have to kiss for one minute to win." John could barely meet my gaze now and he added meekly, "Remember?"

"Hell no, I don't remember. I just remember you asking me could you enter their contest." I paused and tried to honestly recall him telling me the details, but I came up blank. I eyed my son who was suddenly looking like I'd told him I was planning to shoot his dog. "By kissing, you're talking about French kissing, aren't you?"

John glumly nodded. I rolled my eyes and said, "Son, are you crazy? There's no way I'm going to French kiss my own son for an entire minute!"

"But Mom, it's our only chance! This is THE concert of a lifetime. Those tickets are worth like a couple of grand!" Part of me wanted to just laugh my ass off and the other part wanted to clout my son on the head for being so dense.

"I am not letting my son put his tongue into my mouth for an entire minute – not even for tickets to see Elvis if he were to come back from the dead! Sorry, sweetheart, no way, no how!"

John looked down at the ground, his lower lip pooched out like it always does when he's wanting something and my answer is no. "Jeez, Mom, it's just a stupid kiss."

I laughed and went over and hugged him. "No," I replied and started out of the room.

"You know, I aint exactly a loser, Mom," John called after me, grasping at straws. "I've been told I'm a real good kisser!"

I paused in the doorway and looked back at my son. He is definitely not a loser. John is a handsome young man, standing just a hair over six feet tall and slender and wiry. His dark brown eyes and matching shaggy head of hair drew more than his fair share of young ladies stares when we are out in public and he'd had no trouble getting dates before he and Kelly hooked up.

"I know you're not a loser, sweetie, you're a handsome young man, and I'm sure you're a good kisser – hell, I'm a good kisser, but I'm your mother. It aint going to happen!" I turned and headed down the hall towards the stairs, John trailing behind, still pleading his case.

"Cmon, Mom. Just one kiss, Mom. It'll be fun. I'm a good looking guy and you're a beautiful woman...how bad can one kiss be?"

My son's words stopped me in my tracks. A sudden thrill ran through me, beginning between my thighs and traveling upwards to make my nipples tingle. John has complemented me many times, but there was something more in his voice this time, something that made my pussy a little more than damp. I turned and faced my son. "I'm your mother, John. A mother and son shouldn't ever kiss that way." I reached out and patted his cheek. "But thanks for the compliment, son. That was very sweet of you."

John's face reddened and he shrugged in a bashful manner. "One kiss, Mom, one kiss with a little tongue. What could it hurt?" he said softly. We stared at each other silently for a minute and then he added, "Just a little tongue kiss, Mom," and then he stuck his tongue out at me and blew me a raspberry. It broke the tension and suddenly we were both laughing.

Somewhere in the midst of that laughter, I suddenly realized that I was about to change my mind and I said, "Am I really beautiful, John?"

It was my son's turn to roll his eyes and he replied, "Are you kidding me, Mom. You're freaking gorgeous – one of the sexiest Moms in the neighborhood!" I blushed even as his words served to fuel the growing heat between my thighs. I could feel my labia swelling and growing slick. I was amazed that I was hearing my son talking like that and even more amazed that I liked hearing it.

"Well..." I paused, John's eyes growing wide with disbelief like a condemned prisoner seeing the warden waving a pardon in his face after already being strapped in the electric chair. It would have been cute if the whole thing wasn't so ridiculous. Still, he was my only son and I confess to finding it hard to ever deny him anything. "Alright, if it won't gross you out Frenching your mother, I'll do it!"

"YES!" John crowed and he picked me up and spun me around, making me giggle like a school girl. He set me down and then to my surprise, kissed me right on the lips – chastely, but firmly, his lips pressing against mine. The heat smoldering within my pussy turned to liquid fire in the blink of an eye.

"Hey now!" I said, laughing and backing away, feeling my face burn. "I said I'd do it, but no practicing. This is a one time deal! Don't forget, I'm not some easy lay, I'm your mother!"

"Yes, you are and I love you, Mom!" John exclaimed, holding out his arms and heading towards me like he was about to hug me and kiss me again.

I squealed and giggled and ran for the stairs like my life depended on it. "Behave, buster! Remember, its just one kiss!" I hurried upstairs and into my room, slamming the door behind me, hearing John's happy voice still thanking me and telling me how, much he loved me!

I leaned against the door and caught my breath and as I calmed down, I began to wonder what in the hell was I doing. From the door, I could see my reflection in a tall mirror across the room. "What in the world were you thinking, Carol?" I asked myself. To be honest, I wasn't sure why I had agreed to do it. Maybe it was as I have already mentioned – that I have never been able to really say no to my son about anything. Maybe it was that he called me beautiful and sexy in a man's lusty voice and that's something I don't get to hear much anymore and I really like hearing him say it.

I looked at my reflection. I have never really considered myself beautiful – not even really all that pretty. My face has too many sharp and harsh angles – the best feature being the dark brown eyes that I've passed onto my son. My hair, dark brown and starting to be streaked with gray at age forty-five, is unruly and coarse and I generally wear it pulled back into a pony tail or like today, just let it hang to my shoulders and hope for the best.

I know I don't have a Hollywood body – I stand five foot, five inches tall and weigh around 145 pounds. I'm just a bit stocky – no flat stomach for me and plenty of tits and ass with measurements of 38D-28-40. My legs are still in good shape and I am never ashamed to wear a dress. I'm no raving beauty, but damn it feels good to be told I look sexy, even if it's my son saying it!

I got my act together and put the naughty thoughts flitting around inside my head away and got on with my evening. After dinner, I got the particulars from John and Kelly who'd showed up for a study date. Our "make-out session" was to happen in two days – Friday afternoon – a week before the actual concert.

I began to regret agreeing to do this the more I thought about it, although my resolve was strengthened when Kelly told me with a smirk that she never thought I'd have the nerve to go through with it. As I mentioned already, my son's girlfriend and I are not exactly close and the only thing her snarky attitude did was piss me off.

And so it was that my son, his girlfriend and I walked into the radio station that Friday afternoon to be led with some smirking and tittering by the employees to the radio booth of Dirty Davy and the Chimp. It was a warm April day and both John and Kelly were casually dressed in T-shirts and jeans while I was wearing a pair of dressy slacks and a light sweater with a mild scoop neck, just enough to hint at cleavage and the very upper swells of my breasts.

Dirty Davy and the Chimp lived completely up to expectations. Dirty Davy was a middle aged man, wearing a Cubs jersey and cap and greasy jeans, his cap hiding his almost bald head. He was leering at me from the moment we walked in and were introduced. The Chimp was a short man with more facial hair than I have ever seen on any human, his dark eyes staring beadily from his hirsute face. His voice had an animal quality and I had a sudden unsettling vision of him naked, his body covered with a thick mat of dark hair with a long, uncut cock protruding from the jungle of animal hair between thick and meaty thighs. I shivered when I was introduced and he reached out and took my hand. He was scary in a sexually arousing sort of way. I could envision myself being ravaged by him and almost enjoying it!

They wasted no time getting us on the air, handing us headsets and explaining the booth operations and then chatting us up as soon as an Iron Maiden song faded away. Forgive me if the following is awkward, but I'm not sure how to put what happened down into words.

Dirty Dave: "All right, Chicago. Lets give a big WFUK welcome to Carol and John – our lucky mother and son going for the tickets to the big concert next Friday night!"

The Chimp: "Oh yeah and if I may be so bold, John my man, your mother is smoking hot!" He gave a little woof and then pushed a button setting off loud wolf whistles. I felt myself blush.

Dirty Davy: "Yes indeed, John – you definitely have a fox for a mom!"

John: "Um, yeah, my Mom is beautiful!"

Dirty Davy: "Sexy is the word I would use, dude and Chicago, you can check her out yourself if you just go to our website – we have the Chimp Cam up and running – so check delicious Mom Carol out!"

I stiffened up at that comment and stared daggers at my son. "You never said anything about this being on the internet, John!" I hissed. The shock jocks began hooting with laughter.

Dirty Davy: "Uh oh! I think John's going to the wood shed after this! The only question is, Mom, are you still going to go through with it?"

The Chimp: "Bet she does, bet she does!"

I started to get up and walk, but caught a glimpse of Kelly smirking knowingly at me and again she just pissed me off! "You betcha, Davy! So are we gonna do this or not?" I replied, my voice nervous and tight. Somebody pushed another noise button and the booth filled with the sounds of a crowd cheering.

The Chimp: "Aw man, Why couldn't I had had a Mommy like yours, John? She can't wait to get going!" I heard wet, breathy noises echoing through my headset. The Chimp grinned evilly at me.

Dirty Davy: "You are definitely Mother of the Year material, Carol. Now – you know the drill right?"

I nodded and replied, "Yes, my son and I have to kiss for a full minute in front of you pervs!" This seemed to crack both guys up and my ears were filled with the sounds of hooting, screaming monkeys.

Dirty Davy: "You're close, Mommy! Me and my brother perv are going to watch you and your son swapping spit for a whole minute – a full on French kiss complete with tongues for sixty seconds."

The Chimp: "Or longer if you feel like it – we like to um, encourage close family relations. We consider it our sacred and privileged duty!"

John and I were sitting on adjoining stools in the booth, and we turned to each other and then I eyed the Chimp and asked, "So, should we start now?"

The evil looking little man held up a stopwatch and said, "Time starts as soon as I see tongues touching!" As way as example, he stuck his tongue out – why did it have to be so freaking long – at me! I shivered a little, maybe from the air conditioning turned on high in the booth, maybe from the tingling warmth growing between my legs. Omigod, I was about to French kiss my son!

I turned to John and said, "Are you ready?"

My son nodded, grinning and for the radio audience's benefit replied, "Oh yeah, Mom! I've been dreaming of this moment!" He paused as his own words sank in and then hastily added, "I mean, getting the tickets!"

Dirty Dave: "This is it – the moment the question 'Would you make out with your mother for free concert tickets?' is about to be answered! They're leaning towards each other. I see Mom's tongue – omigod, I think I'm in love. Closer, closer. Oh WOW!"

The Chimp: "And the clock's running, Mom and son are locking lips and look at them go!"

On some level I was aware of the shock jocks yammering, but mostly the world suddenly winnowed down to my son and myself as I pressed my open mouth to his, tongue extended and totally unprepared for the almost electric shock I felt when John's tongue first brushed against mine. Lips pressed together and we were doing what came naturally. Our tongues played and danced and the longest, sweetest minute of my life began!

John's arms came up and around my shoulders and pulled me close even as I slipped my arms around his waist, resisting the desire to pull him even closer as I gave an unexpected little sigh as we kissed.

The Chimp: "Fifteen seconds gone and Lord Jesus don't strike me blind now! This is so hot, folks!"

Time seemed to pass so slowly and I was amazed that I was able to take so much sensory information in – like the fact that John tasted so clean – part mouthwash, part gum and somehow part himself. I swirled my tongue around my son's mouth, just enjoying how he tasted and enjoying the playful pursuit of his own tongue. I shivered as I felt his right hand on the back of my neck, fingers intertwined in my shaggy hair. I imagined I could feel his pulse through his lips, his heart racing to keep time with my own rapidly beating heart.

Dirty Dave: "We're coming up on thirty seconds and I don't know about you, Chimp, but I'm getting excited!"

The Chimp: "My tongue is hard, dude...among other things!"

John and I both took a half step off our stools and pressed against each other more firmly, my heavy breasts flattening against his strong chest as our tongues curled around each other. I opened my eyes and looked into my son's eyes which were wide open and filled with love and amazement.

The Chimp: "Approaching forty five seconds, folks. I think this Mom and Son are having a blast!"

Dirty Davy: "Yes they are! But I'm not sure about John's girlfriend here. Kelly, hon, what's wrong? You look like you've been sucking on lemons!"

A perverse thrill went through me and as much as I was enjoying my son's naughty kiss, it was all the sweeter knowing that it was pissing off his girlfriend. I sighed happily, my breath whistling through my nostrils as with time running out, both John and I seemed to be increasing the intensity of our kiss, tongues pressing and roiling into each other.

The Chimp: "Almost there...almost there. Five...four...three...two...that's it! Mom and Son frenching for a whole minute! Um, plus five seconds...um, coming up on plus ten seconds. Um, Dirty Davy, where's the fire extinguisher – we may have to hose them down!"

My son and I both heard the countdown, but for several seconds, could not break our intimate contact. I was enjoying myself and my entire body was flushed and heating up rapidly. John seemed to have no desire to end the contact either, but finally I regained my senses and pushed him away, a little sliver of spit hanging for a second and then breaking apart to splatter against his chin.

The Chimp: "Oh my God – Mother and Son French kissed for a record one minute and twelve seconds! I cannot freaking believe it!"

Dirty Davy: "Now that was what I call a special mother and child moment! Chicago, lets give John and his mom a great big hand!" The air filled with the canned sound of people clapping, cheering and car horns honking!

I felt my face burning with embarrassment even though I took a lot of enjoyment at Kelly's sour face. Both the Chimp and Dirty Davy were applauding – the Chimp's eyes burning with excitement. John was grinning at me and with a flick of his tongue seemed to lick off the saliva on his chin. Even though I was already more than a little aroused, that sight seemed to double my sexual excitement all in itself. My head roared as blood rushed through my veins, making me feel a little dizzy.

Dirty Davy: "Wow, wow, wow! Man, I would pay to watch that over and over again. That was hot. Was that hot, Chimp?"

The Chimp: "That was the single sexiest thing I've ever seen in my freaking life, Davy!" He let his tongue hang out of his mouth and panted like a dog.

Dirty Davy: "Oh yeah! So, Mom...what'd you think? On a scale of one to ten, how does your son kiss?"

I laughed nervously and opened my mouth, but for a few seconds, could not find the words. I waved my hands aimlessly and shrugged my shoulders in bafflement before I finally managed to gasp, "Uh – Thirteen?" The shock jocks hooted their delight and I added in a slightly steadier voice, "That was the best kiss I've had in a long, long time!"

The Chimp: "Outfreakinstanding! I know you must be proud of your boy, Mom! Hey, John – so how does your Mom rank...who's the better kisser, your Mom or Kelly?"

John was by now blushing a deep shade of red too, although he looked pleased by my answer. He grinned at me and then at his girlfriend who was looking extremely pissed. "Well, um, dudes, I'm going to plead the Fifth Amendment here. What can I say – it's a toss up." The shock jocks howled with laughter and both turned to see Kelly, lips pressed tightly together, the anger evident on her face!

Dirty Davy: "So, Kelly, girlfriend, what did you think? Your bf and his mom making out – hot or what?"

Kelly rolled her eyes and her face frozen in a frown and staring at me, replied, "I think this whole thing and you guys are sick!" Again, the two radio jockeys howled with laughter.

Dirty Davy: "There you have it, Chicago, Kelly says we're sick! Chimp, what do we have to say to that?"

The Chimp pushed a button and then a deep voice like the guy who does Darth Vader's voice boomed in our headsets, "YOU'RE DAMNED RIGHT, WE'RE SICK AND PROUD OF IT!"

The Chimp: "And we're just getting warmed up! Tell 'em, Dirty Davy!"

Dirty Davy: "Alright, John and Mom, again congratulations for that outstanding display of family affection. You've won your tickets, John for making out with your mom." He slid an envelope over his work station to my son who looked absolutely delighted. Then with an evil grin, Dirty Davy continued. "Now, me and the Chimp have been thinking about what actually makes up, well, making out! Now, Mom, do you think a hot, sexy kiss is 'making out?'

I wasn't actually expecting that question and I fumbled for an answer. "Um, well – yeah. It's been a few years since I've made out, but yes, sexy kissing is 'making out.'"

The Chimp: "Yeah, kissing is great, but is that all that 'making out' is? Hey, Kelly, when you and John make out, is kissing all you do?"

Kelly: "Ewww, gross!"

The Chimp: "Okay...sorry I asked. Hey, John, when you and Kelly are making out, is all you do is kiss?"

All eyes turned to my son and he laughed and shook his head, "Um, I'm sticking with pleading the Fifth."

Dirty Davy: "Okay, Mom, back to you. Now when you were growing up, was kissing all there was to making up?"

I wasn't sure I liked where this was going, but I stifled an urge to giggle like a teenager and said, "No, that was considered um, getting to first base!"

The Chimp: "Bingo, Mom. And what is second base?"

I did giggle then, wishing silently that I'd kept my mouth shut. Both the shock jocks were looking at me expectantly while John was grinning like an idiot. I promised myself I would make him pay dearly for this. My hand came up involuntarily and I almost cupped my own breast as I stammered, "Well, you know – um, oh hell, guys getting their hands under the sweater and um, under the bra or undoing it and touching...you know!"

The Chimp giggled and pressed another damned button and that deep voice announced, "BOOBS! MMMM, AINT NOTHING LIKE 'EM!"

Dirty Davy: "See how it is, Chicagoland? If in doubt, go ask your Mom! You're batting a hundred, Mom. Now howzabout telling John and us what third base is?"

Again, I wondered how the hell I got myself into this situation but at the same time, I found my mouth working and replying, "You know – when a guy puts his hand between a girl's leg and touches her, um...um."

The Chimp came to my rescue with another sound effect – a cartoon voice screaming, "IT'S PRONOUNCED VA-JAY-JAY, YOU MORON!" I groaned as I wondered who was actually listening to this and I put my head in my hands.

The Chimp: "And this instructional moment was brought to you by MOM, the one more perverts recommend you go to with questions of a..." He paused and lowered his voice to a mock whisper. "A sexual nature!"

Dirty Davy: "Right you are, Chimp. Now, Mom and son, I'm sure you're wondering why you're still here talking with us and not running for your lives. The Chimp and I have a little proposition for you two!" A musical fanfare broke out as Dirty Davy brought out several envelopes and laid them on the table between us.

Dirty Davy: "In the interest of pushing the envelope of fine public broadcasting..."

The Chimp: "And maybe setting a new record fine with the FCC!"

Dirty Davy: "We would now like to offer John and his Mom a chance to play the advanced player's version of 'Making Out With Mom!'"

John and I looked at each other warily – the apprehension in my face no doubt equaled by the interest in my son's face. "Why am I sure I'm not going to like hearing this?" I replied, my voice full of doubt.

Dirty Davy: "Here's the scoop, Mom. Although I'm sure our sponsors are no doubt regretting putting up the prizes, you can win some serious cash and stuff if you and your son are willing to really make out on the air!"

"WHAT!" John and I both cried out together. I felt a little dizzy and was wondering when and how I had gotten so far over my head with this silly shit.

Dirty Davy: "Give with the details, Chimp!"

The Chimp: "In envelope number one, there is a five hundred dollar gift card to _____, the leader in fine women's fashions! It's yours, Mom if you and your son will French kiss for another full minute."

Both the shock jocks found it somehow hilarious when my son said, "Freaking awesome – Mom loves that place, but she says it's so expensive!"

Dirty Davy: "Is there more, my horny little friend?"

The Chimp: "We're just getting started, Dirty Davy! In envelope number two, are weekend reservations for the _______ Hotel, Chicago's finest Hotel, known world wide for its luxurious accommodations. It's a thousand dollar a night suite and reserved for next Friday and Saturday nights and its yours if Mom lets John get to second base and the kiss goes to two minutes!"

I felt my mouth drop open in shock and I gasped in a small voice. "You have got to be kidding me! That's insane!" Even John looked stunned, but the interested smile never left his face and its hard to describe how that made me feel.

The deep voice boomed into my ears, "WE MAY BE INSANE, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN WE'RE NOT DEAD SERIOUS!"

Dirty Davy: "We wouldn't be offering it, if it wasn't true! Finish it off, Chimp!"

The Chimp: "In envelope number three there are ten, count em, ten one hundred dollar bills! That's a clean one thousand bucks if John is a lucky enough son to get to third base while the kiss goes to three minutes!"

Kelly jumped up, a look of utter horror and disgust on her face. "This is freaking sick. I can't stand this. I'm waiting outside!" and she fled the booth, her hand over her mouth like she was going to be sick." The shock jocks thought this was particularly hilarious and stood up and high-fived each other. A woman's shrieking and hysterical voice screamed into the headsets, "I'M LEAVING THIS HELLHOLE AND I AIN'T NEVER COMING BACK!"

I stood up, thinking it was time to leave, but wondering why I didn't find their proposal as disgusting as my son's girlfriend did. I tried to laugh it off and said, "You guys are so weird! There's no way any mother would do this with everyone watching on the internet. We'd all go to jail!"

The Chimp cackled and flipped a switch and I saw a little red light go off a web camera on his desk. "Oh no, this will be a radio exclusive – no webcam! And you can't go to jail if they got no proof!"

"But...everyone would hear us – er, hear you guys talking about it!" I turned to my son, expecting him to be on his feet to walk out with me...or already on the move to catch up with Kelly, but John was still sitting there, a silly grin on his face and a more than obvious bulge in his blue jean covered crotch.

Dirty Davy: "Well yeah, but again, no proof! And as everyone knows..."

"DIRTY DAVY AND THE CHIMP AREN'T ONLY PERVERTS, THEY LIE!" intoned the deep voice.

Dirty Davy: "Aint it the truth! Well, Chicagoland, we're gonna break for a few really important commercial ka-kas while John and Mom talk it over." He hit a switch and a car commercial came on and the On-Air sign went dark. Grinning he said, "We're dead freaking serious, folks, what do ya say?"

I was laughing and shaking my head and started for the door, but John reached out and took my hand. "Mom – what have we got to lose?" he said. He grinned at the shock jocks. "It's a lot of money and stuff and you deserve it for all this crap I've put you through! Besides, everyone will think it's just a fake-out by these guys anyway!

"John, I'm your mother. French kissing you was bad enough and we can't fake that. I'm betting these two freaks will insist on us actually doing um...it."

"You bet your sweet ass, Mom," chortled the Chimp. "Other than our on-air commentary, there'll be no evidence – no harm – no foul, but we wanna see you two really make out!"

"And you better make up your mind quick," added Dirty Dave. "We got about five minutes of air-time left and we're back live in thirty seconds."

John squeezed my hand and leaned in close. "Mom, it's just a bit of kissing and touching – just for fun and money. Tell me a thousand bucks wouldn't come in handy?"

I replied, my voice barely a whisper, "But you're my son. I can't let you touch me like that!" I could hear my voice speaking the words, but deep inside my heart, part of me didn't believe a word I was saying.

"Three minutes, Mom – that's all," hissed John, his eyes bright and eager. "C'mon, Mom – it aint like we're going to have real sex or anything."

"Although, as far as we're concerned, go as far as you want, Mom!" urged the Chimp, a big, toothy grin peeking out from all that hair. I just grinned back and rolled my eyes.

"Five seconds and we're on the air," intoned Dirty Davy. "What's it gonna be?"

John just kept looking at me and I was struck not only by his eagerness, but by his confidence – the pussy warming confidence of a man who knows what he wants and knows he's going to get it. A shiver ran through me as I threw all good judgment to the wind and went with what I was feeling in my heart...or maybe a place a little lower. "I'll do it," I said with a shaky whisper! Both the shock jockeys cheered and then we were back on the air.

Dirty Davy: Alright Chicagoland, we've got a hot and sexy Mommy ready to make out with her handsome son. Grab a soda and some hand lotion and let's have some fun. Are you ready, Mom...John?"

I nodded and when the Chimp rolled his finger and moved his lips without moving, I remembered it was just radio and I said, "God...I don't know. I suppose so."

The Chimp: Well – the clock's running and we're almost out of time – so Mom and John...GET IT ON!"

I looked at John, realizing he was leaning towards me, smiling – his mouth opening up like a tiger's maw about to devour me. My wits seemed to desert me then, but my instincts were working just fine. Our lips pressed together and I let out a little sigh as our tongues joined again in a wet, sloppy soul kiss, while the idiots watching us began to report.

Dirty Davy: "And here we go – Mom and Son are kissing and oh man, look at them use those tongues! Do you think they're going to go for the gold, Chimp?"

The Chimp: "Absolutely – oh man, they're looking so hot. Honeywife of mine, if you're listening, you better be waiting in bed when I get home cause I'm raring to go!"

Dirty Davy: "And so are our Mom and Son. Uh, oh – I think John is making his move on second base. Stand by for updates. We're at thirty seconds and counting!"

John was indeed, making his move. I felt one hand on my waist and the other on my thigh. Slowly, I felt his fingers sliding along my leg towards the bottom of my sweater. I felt dizzy as I wondered if he was actually going to do this! Our tongues curled around each other, dancing and taunting and again I found myself savoring the taste of my son, feeling my body respond – the heat and wetness building between my legs.

My son's hand crept further upward and under my sweater and I jerked as I felt his fingers, cool against my hot skin, sliding around and slowly making their way up my back. I was puzzled for a moment and then moaned into his mouth as I realized he was making for my bra. His fingers stopped and ran across the seamless band of the back strap of my bra and I started to break the kiss and whisper that it was a front loader, but John's fingers began to slip around to my front and I realized that my son had a lot more experience than I thought and knew what to do.

Dirty Davy: Yes, yes yes, sports fans. John is making his move on second base – hand is under the sweater and definitely in search mode. Man, I envy this young man – his mother, Carol is definitely blessed with motherly mammaries. Big 'uns at that! I'm guessing 36D!"

The Chimp: "I'm betting they're closer to being 40Ds, Dirty Davy and if there's anything I know..." The deep voice boomed out, "THE CHIMP KNOWS HIS BOOBS!"

John found and deftly undid the clasp holding my bra together and I felt my breasts shift as their support slipped away. I groaned against my son's mouth as I felt his palm slide between my breasts, my heart pounding faster and faster under his touch. OMIGOD, my son was about to fondle my breast! I put my hand against his chest, meaning to push him away and end the kiss and this whole crazy, twisted game...but I didn't. I held my hand in place, feeling his heart pounding in his chest and allowed my son to slide his hand over my left breast, palm scraping over my hard and long nipple!

The Chimp: "Good God, John's doing it, I do believe! I see his hand moving under his Mom's sweater!" I heard a chair leg scrape and footsteps and then felt more than heard the Chimp's presence behind me, knowing without looking that he was peering over my shoulder. I started a bit when he leaned against me, a definite throbbing bulge pressing against my hip and then I felt a finger scraping skin as he pulled my sweater out and peered downward. "Yes, yes – OMIGOD, YES!" he crowed. "Chicago, I am blessed to see and report that at fifty-seven seconds in, this son's hand is cupping his mother's lovely boob! Oh yeah, John – give it a squeeze for me!" And Lord, help me, my son did!

I was terrified and excited as I don't think I'd been since I'd lost my virginity so many years ago. My John – my son was massaging my breast, his palm maddeningly rubbing and teasing my hard nipple. Spittle ran down my chin as I cried out from the crazy pleasure rippling through me before John sealed his lips against mine again. My hand resting on his chest began to curl, my long nails scraping against his T-shirt clad chest! John made an approving growl against my mouth, his fingers digging into my fleshy tit in response.

Dirty Davy: "Chicagoland, we are definitely moving into a new frontier. Let's give a big cheer to John and his Mom for making it to second base as we pass the minute and ten second mark!"

My mind reeled with the realization that for the first time since John had been weaned, he was touching my breast and for a long, crazy moment, I wished that I could feel his lips on my tits as well – almost a hunger to feel my nipple being sucked by my son once again. Seconds ticked by as we kissed and with his touch, it seemed as if I had an even greater clarity of senses. The taste of his tongue, the feel of his breath from his nostrils, the touch of his hand on my breast, all seemed to intensify with each moment that passed.

I knew I should stop, that I should try and regain some resemblance of respectability, but I didn't and a part of me began to cheer as I felt John's left hand leave my waist and travel downwards to rest on the top of my thigh.

The Chimp: "We're at a minute and thirty seconds and is he, OMIGOD, yes, John is going for gold, folks. He's got his hand on the inside of Mom's thigh and heading towards heaven's gate!"

John's fingers trailed over and down between my legs, scratching softly on the inside of my right thigh and I couldn't stop myself from slowly spreading my knees apart and then I groaned against my son's lips as his palm was suddenly pressing against my crotch! I shivered with delight as I felt the weight of his hand against my pussy – my son's flesh separated from mine only by my slacks and panties. I wondered if he could feel the heat from my aroused pussy. I wondered if he could detect how wet I felt. John began rubbing my mound as I clung to him, fingers digging into his shoulders.

Dirty Davy: "Please, God, don't let me have a heart attack now! John's definitely loving up his mom as we approach two minutes! Uh oh! His hand is on the move...up he goes...fingers sliding into Mom's pants!"

John indeed was slipping his hand past my waistband and while part of me was absolutely horrified that I wasn't putting a stop to this insanity, part of me was rejoicing that I'd worn dress slacks with an elastic waist band, making it easier for John to slip his hands inside. I rose up off the seat of the stool, trying to make it easier on my son.

With the sure movements of an experienced lover, my son slipped his hand into my panties as well, his fingers feeling sinfully sweet as he slipped through my thick, crinkly mat of pubic hair. I stiffened and squealed into John's mouth as pleasure as intense as an electric shock tore through me as my child's, my son's fingers slipped between my swollen and sensitive labia, encountering my wet and slick cunt!

I felt my head begin to spin and I clutched my son tighter, our tongues feeding on each other in a frenzy of lust as John's forefinger and middle finger slipped inside me, gently stirring around – exploring my motherly pussy even as his thumb slowly stroked my flesh, teasing my clitoris. I think I was making all sorts of little animal noises as I fought not to surrender completely to the incestuous pleasure of the moment.

Dirty Davy: "We're at two minutes and ten seconds and Mom looks like she might be getting her rocks off while her son's hand seems to be awfully busy in her panties! Chimp, do you think we have penetration? Chimp? Hello, Chimp? Um, Chicagoland, I believe this naughty display has rendered my partner in perversion catatonic...in a good, deviated way!"​