Becka and the jets

Note : This story is completely fictional!

(Nyc, spring 1979)

Rutherford, RUTHERFORD! *door slams open* WHAT do you want? "nothing, i just wanted to see you", said a well aged sorry excuse for a woman. 

Her name was Becka, she was a plump 40 year old woman, paistey skin accompanied with a stench of cabbage. Rutherford was her vivacious son, a result of an unplanned night in the 60's. He was tall, lean, a dark haired boy with fair eyes. 

"Rutherford, you know that i don't like it when you wear so much clothes." "Momma, i am not even wearing a shirt" he wore thigh high shorts, which in just the right light. outlined his 9 inch cock. "Rutherford don't you dare sass momma, you don't want a whipping now, do you?" 

"I'm sorry, i'm sorry, come give mama a LIL SUGAR" Rutherford was the object if Becka's affection after the divorce, she grew an unhealthy bond and soon a sexual attraction, after he hit puberty.

*Rutherford, leans close, Becka seals the deal* "Momma needs some lovin, come on Rutherford you know how i like it" 

*He kisses her slowly, and ever so soft, trickling down her love rolls* "yea, like that" *He slips his hand in her crotch, feeling her walls"OH RUDY!"* He puts his mouth on her, like a savage, exploring her inner walls, like an archaeologist, slowly he becomes erect and comes inside of her, ravaging her like a caveman. 

He rides her like a wild animal, she continually moans, accepting the love. "Faster, FASTER!," she yells. He finishes, inside her, taking whatever dignity he had.