Chapter 72: Your Mom is Passed Out? -2
"I'm telling you her body isn't. It responds to everything I do. I'm going to fuck her until she comes."
"She can't come. She's unconscious."
"Whatever. I'm turning her over. Move."
I stacked a couple of pillows around her waist level, then eased her over on to her front. She shifted position a couple of times, but I stayed with it until I had her where I wanted her, on her belly and her incredible ass exposed to me for the first time. God, what an ass! Round and smooth, raised up and ready.
With his personal playground buried in the covers, Jerry was at a loss for what to do.
"Put your dick in her mouth bro. Close your eyes, and fuck her sweet mouth. Just don't push to hard, Ok?"
"I...I don't know."
"C'mon! It's Danni's big mouth. Remember all her snide remarks, her mean comments. It's time to shut her up. Fill her mouth. Do it!"
He still seemed a bit reluctant, but he moved up the bed to her face, pulled his cock out of his jockeys, and eased the head into her mouth.
"Oh, God!" he moaned, moving his hips and fucking his mom's slack mouth. I barely had time to get between her legs and worship that holy temple that was her perfect ass, before he was groaning.
"Take it, Danni," he groaned behind eyes clenched shut. "Fuck!" I looked up to see him hunched over and holding her head while his ass twitched and he unloaded in her mouth.
I held my breath to see what would happen, but she barely moved. He slid his cock back and forth between her lips. "Oh, God. Swallow it. Swallow it Danni."
"Pull out and hold her mouth closed." I told him, before allowing myself the chance to lick her puckered little asshole. I squeezed her ass cheeks, spreading them, then pushed the tip of my tongue into her, feeling her tightness slightly give, allowing me just a bit of entrance.
Everything about her was so perfect. Her tits, her pussy, her amazing ass.
I searched out my trusty lube, and greased up my pole, sliding it back where it belonged. Now and for always. With my cock buried in my dream woman to the hilt, I poured a stream of lube down her crack, and started my journey of exploration into her forbidden back door.
"I bet Bob doesn't get to play here," I murmured as my slippery finger slid into her warm butt-hole.
I'm not ignorant. I've read a lot, and I've seen a lot of porn. I know there's a lot of guys out there who love the Hershey highway, but there was no way I was pulling my cock out of her pussy for anything less than Armageddon.
But I wanted to own her. Ever single inch of her golden perfection. The pale skin where her bathing suit blocked out the sun was a gift from God, and not one to be taken lightly. This special treasure, between her cheeks, hidden from all but me and her unworthy husband and ex's. Fuck them. It was mine now. And that most private, most taboo of all openings, was giving way to two of my fingers.
I loved the look of her ass spreading, the feel of her tightness, but it felt awkward. I pulled out and inserted just my thumb. Right to the hilt. Damn, it felt so right, so utterly perfect. That was it.
Jerry was lying next to his Mom. He'd worked an arm under her, and was cuddling up to her, hugging her, kissing her shoulder. It looked like maybe he was crying. What the fuck was up with that?
"That's cool, dude. Show her you love her."
"Shut up," he growled.
Whatever. I just closed my eyes and slid my love shaft in and out of the most perfect woman in the world. My thumb in her butt, by fingers splayed across the top of her ass, I felt joined to her in a special way. With my other hand I caressed her soft skin, from her waist to her thighs, over and over.
I was on automatic now, back and forth, just enjoying being in her. I zoned out, oblivious to all but the sensation surrounding my cock. I could fuck her forever. I could fuck her until she woke up and begged me not to stop. I could fuck my beautiful Jill until Danielle walked in on us and begged for a turn of her own. Fat chance.
I was Jill's and Jill was mine.
At some point I realized Jerry left us. His loss. I was tiring a bit, but not enough to stop. Hell no. I pulled out and gently maneuvered her body around, putting her on her side, looking for a nice comfortable position for the long haul. My cock felt great. Indefatigable. Ready and eager for more. I'd never felt like this. Not even close. I was Superman with a cock of steel.
I worked my way through a couple of positions, including another brief face fuck, and eventually found what I'd been looking for. With both of us on our sides, her bottom leg aimed forward, her upper leg thrown over mine, I could enter her easily and fully, and with only the slightest of effort, fuck that sublime well of joy.
It meant stretching out almost perpendicular to her, losing contact with most of her body, but the real contact, the contact that mattered, was astounding. I made her as comfortable as I could. I lubed up thoroughly, and kept the pump handy. Inserting myself as deeply as possible, I leaned back and closed my eyes again.
My attention narrowed, focusing on one thing and one thing only. I became nothing more than my cock, every nerve tingling, aware of nothing but being inside of her. Then even that started to waver, and I was one with her.
The urge to come came upon me, and I didn't fight it. But it was different, not as painfully intense. It was good, and right, but it was a slow cresting, not an explosion. And the drop-off was non-existent. I might have softened a bit, but not enough to notice, and soon I was filling her completely again, as thick as ever.
If it got to be a little uncomfortable, I'd apply more lube in mid-stroke. Squirt - stroke - squirt - stroke, until it was smooth and easy again. If I felt the need to come, I did, then went back to easy stroking, until my full firmness returned. It was surreal. I lost count of how many times I came. I lost track of everything.
Still, it wasn't enough. I wanted to make love to Jill. I wanted to stretch out over her, feel her tits against my chest. I wanted to kiss her while I made sweet, beautiful love to her.
I pulled out, cuddled up to her back and held her. "I want to make love to you Jill." I kissed her neck and shoulders, gently caressing her breasts. I got up to prepare her for our lovemaking, unable to fathom how it had come to this.
Looking down at her miraculous body, I flashed on all I'd done with her already. It was already the greatest night of my life, and I wanted to immortalize it. I retrieved my camera and took some pictures of her in her current position. She was like a big rag doll to me, and I moved her around, positioned her however I wanted.
It was a little tiring but worth it. I got it all. Picture of me in her mouth. Jill, on her belly, ass raised. Close-ups of her pussy and ass. A nice little vid of me lubing up her asshole, and my fingers opening her up.
A little lube and some quick strokes of my hand, and I was hard enough to film my cock entering her. Filling her completely. The camera distracted me and I spent longer fucking my sweetheart from behind than I had planned; I really wanted to make love to her.
Back on her side, leg lifted high, pussy exposed for the camera. Entering her again. And again. Finally onto her back, my cock between her tits, where it had all began. So amazing. So utterly perfect.
Putting my camera-phone away, I gently eased my love onto her back, positioning her carefully. I got a new washcloth and wiped her down, cleaning up her sticky pussy, her greasy ass, wiping her face clean where I could see dried lines of cum had leaked out of her mouth.
No, that wouldn't do.
Her hair was a tangled mess, so I took my time and brushed it out. I don't know a lot about makeup, but I did my utmost to help her look her best for our REAL first time. I wanted it to be special. A little lipstick, some eye shadow, some blush. Nothing too crazy, just enough to show that it mattered.
While I was working on her, I covered her up with a sheet so she wouldn't get cold. She seemed to appreciate it, and she pulled it across her body, turning sideways a bit.
I felt grimy, so I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth using her tooth brush. The pink one had to be hers. I even borrowed a razor and shaved. I didn't want any stubble to mar our perfect moment. Brushing my hair back, I looked at myself in the mirror. Looking good. No wonder she wanted me.
I retrieved the razor and shaving cream, and uncovered her waist so I could clean her up. She had a little stubble, and I wanted her smooth and ready. While I was there, I trimmed her bush back a little, down to a tiny triangle, pointing its way to where perfection awaited. A little lotion, a little cool cloth, and she was ready.
It was back to the bathroom where I cleaned up. I didn't want her to think I was a slob. She deserved better. So very much better.
Satisfied with my work, I returned to our bedroom, and saw that the sky was lightening. How long had I been making love to my goddess? How much longer did I have?
I slowly peeled back the covers, so I could see the splendor of her body as if for the first time. Still nothing but perfection. I was so lucky.
The camera came back out and I took some pictures of her, for us to share someday. Our first lovemaking. I got her beautifully made up face. Her amazing tits, a little reddened, but none the worse for wear and tear. I photo'd her nearly clean shaven pubis, and opened her legs a bit to capture some shots that would be for nobody but us. I reached between her legs, and tugged on her hidden lips a bit, neatening up her pussy, making it as beautiful as possible. Then I put it on record and slowly panned every inch of her miraculous body. My body. Our body.
I spread her legs so I could kneel between them, and stretched out over her, my face over hers. Caressing her soft hair, I lowered my lips until they touched hers for our first kiss. I licked her lips, felt the hardness of her teeth, and pried them open with my unrelenting tongue. We kissed deeply, my tongue over and under hers, searching out every little bit of her magical mouth. The mouth that would give me untold pleasure in the future.
I explored her, moving all over her body, examining, tasting, smelling every nook and cranny, each and every millimeter of exposed skin. From her hairline to the sweet little toes, manicured and painted to perfection. No bright red harlot paint, or childish bright colors, but a muted red, highlighting her perfection.
Did I mention she was perfect?
I got my lube back out and gently squirted some directly inside of her. I carefully worked my fingers in and prepared her for our ultimate joining.
My cock was warming to the thought of having her and it was thickening. I knew what I needed to get completely ready for her. Kneeling beside her head, I opened her warm generous mouth and eased my cockhead between her lips.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle this time, love."
She sucked me. Absolutely without a doubt. I released her chin and her mouth stayed wrapped around my shaft. I felt her tongue rubbing against my cockhead. She wanted me hard. She wanted me at my best. I caressed her lovingly, feeding her just a couple of inches, backing away as I stiffened between her lovely painted lips. I could feel she didn't want to stop, but I hushed her.
"Plenty of time for that later, love. I have to have you now."
Her lips reluctantly released me, her mouth staying open as if begging for more. I kissed her instead, as I climbed over her and moved between her long smooth legs.
I lubed up my cock thoroughly. She had to be a little sore and worn out after the pounding I'd given her earlier. Now it would be different. A merging of our bodies and souls.
I guided the head between her lips, and nudged my way in. Securely in place, I stretched out over her, kissing her face, her eyes, her nose, her cheeks her chin. I settled my mouth over hers. Her mouth opened for me, and I breathed "Now," into her.
My cock slid in as if it were made for that singular purpose. A perfect fit. I was rock hard, full, thick and long, and yet, I could slide into her to the very base, filling her completely, feeling the slightest nudge as I bottomed out inside of her.
"I love you Jill," I told her. "I'm sorry I might have been rough earlier. You were just too damn much after all this time. So beautiful, so perfect, and finally mine." I eased my cock in and out of her, long smooth strokes, begging forgiveness with my steely shaft. "Forgive me."
She turned her head a bit and it looked like she smiled. All was right in the world.
Good thing I'd been working out. Holding myself over her eventually sapped my reserves, and I lowered my body onto hers, bringing my hands up under her shoulders and holding her, my weight on my elbows. I felt her leg move, and her foot rose up and hooked around my calf. She wanted more.
I was willing and ready. I picked up my pace, showering kisses down upon her, while my hard cock strove to please her. Faster and deeper, grinding down into her, she turned her head from side to side, the passion building in her.
It was building in me as well, just as rapidly. "I love you Jill. I love you so much," I groaned as I filled her again, thrusting deeply, erupting into her womb.
My heart was a sledgehammer beating in my chest, as I continued pushing into her, fucking my dream woman. Long after I was done shooting into her, I kept sliding back and forth, my hardness slowly waning, until I could stay inside her no longer. Sadly, my cock had reached its limit and failed me. As tired as I was, I didn't want to leave her that way. I found another face cloth and cleaned her up, as well as myself.
I climbed into our bed, pulled her arm across my chest and her leg over my thigh. She snuggled closer and I knew everything would be Ok. I covered us with a sheet and lay back. Closing my eyes I could still picture everything about her. I could feel her breath on my shoulder, so I turned to her and gave her one last kiss.
* * *
I could feel the bright, warm light on my face, and I turned to reach out for my love, but felt nothing but the smooth sheets. I turned to look and saw emptiness. Like that in my heart.
"So you are alive. Had a little fun at my expense last night did we?"
I blinked and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I turned toward the voice. She was there, wearing a silken cream robe.
"Good morning," I croaked through parched lips.
"You little fucker. Give me one good reason I shouldn't call the cops right now."
I was a little disoriented and could feel the soreness all over my body. I sat up and gazed on her incredible beauty. She looked mad, but it only made her that more desirable.
"I love you Jill."
"Yeah. I gathered that. Over and over from the feel of it. Did you have a party? Did you and your friends gang rape me?"
I reached out for her and saw her draw back. "No. It wasn't like that. It was just us, you and me. You were incredible."
"I was unconscious you immoral fuck."
"You were perfect. So perfect."
"Just you? Why do I feel like I've had a steel wool pad shoved up my cunt and sandpaper used on my chest."
"You were insatiable. It was amazing. You were amazing."
"Amazing! I was passed out!"
"No. Maybe at the beginning, you were sleepy, but you were so good, so loving. Your mouth was so incredible."
"My mouth tasted like someone had used it for a toilet."
I slid out from under the covers and went to her.
"Oh my God! Are you still hard?"
I took her hand in mind, while she stared at me as if we'd never met. "It's still me. Come back to bed, and let me tell you what it was like. What you were like. So perfect." I tugged on her hand and she pulled away.
"Are you out of your fucking mind? I'm supposed to get in bed with my rapist?"
"Don't say that. I love you. Come to bed with me, let me show you."
"You're insane. I couldn't make love now, I can barely walk."
"Come to bed. Let me hold you. Come. Lay down next to me while I tell you everything." I had both her hands now and was drawing her forward.
She was relenting. She loved me. I knew it.
"Just relax here with me. I know you must be sore and tired." I laid back down and pulled her to me.
She wasn't ready yet. She stayed a few inches away. "Ok, start explaining. Everything."
I pulled at the cord around her waist, and she pushed my hand away. Twice. The third time it started to come undone.
"Explain? You wanted me. I wanted you. I loved you from the first time I saw you. The most beautiful woman in the city. Fate drew us together."
She closed her eyes. "Love? Alex, I'm old enough to be your mother."
"You were meant for me. When I saw you lying in this bed, naked, vulnerable, waiting, I knew what you wanted. What you needed. You couldn't just come out and say it. You're married. I understand. So you gave yourself to me."
"Jesus. You are really screwed up, aren't you."
With the belt loose, I pulled open her robe, exposing her breasts to my yearning eyes. Just as I remembered, so absolutely delicious. She pulled her robe close, but I kept tugging at it until she finally relented.
"I understand. You prepared yourself, you made yourself as beautiful as you could, removing your makeup, stripping down to your flawless skin."
"Flawless? Have you even seen me? I have crow's feet. Stretch marks. My tits are sagging. I'm getting gray hairs."
I opened her robe, and she didn't stop me this time. "Beauty marks, one and all. Experience etched into the marble of your exquisiteness."
"So that's your explanation? I wanted it?"
"You needed it. I understood. You surrendered completely and totally, taking the burden of responsibility off of your satiny shoulders and placing it on mine. I accepted it with pleasure." I reached out for her and ran my hand down her side. Her silken smooth side.
"That's it?"
"Jill, lovely Jill. I love the way your name sounds. We were flirting, you wanted more, but couldn't, I understand. You're married, and your son is my friend. It's complicated. So you waited until you knew I'd be coming over. You know how much I love working out with you. What you do to me. What those saunas are like. So you waited. You made sure everybody was out of the house, except Jerry of course, since it wouldn't be right for me to come over if you were alone, would it?"
"Of course not," she said.
"You know that your pills and vodka leave you helpless. You made sure that Jerry knew you were taking them, you stripped naked, which you never do, got under a fresh new set of sheets, and waited for the inevitable."
"You know, this is a sick fantasy you're concocting," she said.
"Jill, you wanted me as much as I wanted you. But you couldn't do anything overt about it. You were hoping I could. And I did."
"Yes you did. You abused my poor entire body. And where was Jerry during my rape? Where is he now, for that matter?"
I didn't know how much I could tell her. Her son had been fantasizing about his step-sister. Silly, stupid boy. "He was with us at the beginning, but he didn't have you. And he left before we made love."
"He abandoned me to you?"
"I think he understood what was happening. He doesn't feel like I do. He didn't want to do more than hold you and feel your breasts. He was like a little boy. He doesn't want you sexually. I hate to say it, and can no way understand it. It's Danielle he fantasizes about."
She shook her head. "I guess that part is almost reasonable. She's a walking wet-dream."
"A weak imitiation. A shadow. A dim one at that, compared to you." My hand had wandered down to her hips, caressing her, my fingers sliding across her alabaster ass.
"Stop that," she said, pushing my hand away. She only pushed it down to her thigh, allowing me to push her robe back, exposing her completely. Sublime.
"He held you, and asked me to be gentle. He kissed you and sucked on your tits like it was his sole purpose in life. When I was kissing you, and licking you, when we were sharing your tits, it was ok. But when he saw me between your legs, taking you, I guess it was too much for him."
I saw she was looking at my hardness, and I felt the stiffening grow, until my cock was standing straight out, the same marble shaft of the night before.
"You were so amazing. We fit together so perfectly. A matched pair."
"It doesn't feel like we fit. It feels like you stretched me out to make it fit. Did you fuck my ass? I'm so sore back there. I can't believe you'd do that."
"No! Did I caress it, love it? Did I taste it? Did I slid my finger into it's brown ripeness? Yes, I'll confess to that. There's not a place on your body I don't know better than mine. But I wouldn't violate you like that."
"Like that? Oh, I understand now. You'd violate me every other way. I know I tasted cum in my mouth this morning."
"You were magnificent. You sucked me so nicely, so easily."
"You are a sick little pervert," she said, the words striking like blows.
"I love you."
"And what about this?" she asked, pointing below her waist to the triangle of hair.
"You had some stubble, so I cleaned it up. I confess to going a little too far. I'll always ask in the future."
"The future! You're future is to be dating a guy named Bubba behind bars."
"Our future." I pulled her closer. She pushed back for a while, but succumbed to the inevitable.
"Alex. You raped me. You fucked my unconscious body to ruin. I'm sore in places I didn't know I had."
"I know it was excessive. I couldn't help myself once I was inside you. There was no way possible for me not to make love to you."
"That wasn't love."
"No. Not at first. It was lust. Pure unadulterated lust. To have the embodiment of perfection in your grasp, and not to take it. It's too sad to comprehend." I was holding her breast now, and her hand was on mine.
"Don't, they're really sore."
I leaned forward and kissed them, one at a time. I licked her poor sore nipples, sucking gently while they hardened.
"Stop that. We're talking," she said, brushing back my hair.
"We can talk whenever you want. I need you now." I reached for her hand and placed it on my cock.
She squeezed it gently, then stroked it. "Shit. No wonder I'm sore, if that beast was inside of me. How many times?"
"Times? I couldn't count if I tried. Eight? Ten? I lost track of how long I was inside you, maybe six or seven hours."
"Hours?" she gasped. "Oh my God! I'm ruined!"
"Never. You were meant to have me inside you."
"Nobody was meant to do it for six or seven hours. In a month, maybe. Maybe. When they're your age."
Her hand was still holding me, stroking me.
"You've concocted quite a scenario for why this happened, haven't you? You make me out to be some devious, conniving whore."
I pressed my finger to her lips. "Shhh. Not even in jest. You're lonely. Unappreciated. You're at your prime, and your husband has one foot in the grave, and is never around. Your step-daughter is out there living the life you never could have, she's a spoiled, carefree college co-ed. You were pregnant at 15, burdened with the responsibility of a child in high-school. You never had your time for wildness. Smart but uneducated, beautiful but saddled with a son, always responsible for others, but no time for yourself. It's your time."
She shook her head. "It's not like that. I wanted Jerry."
"Of course you did. You always did your best for him. Even this marriage. Now he can afford any college, go anywhere, do anything."
"Fuck you. I'm not a gold-digger," she said, pushing me away.
"No, but you're a mother and a realist. You didn't go after Bob, he came after you. You just didn't run too hard."
"I'm not a cheater. I'm not a slut. I've only had three men in my life, and I was married to all three," she explained.
I reached for her shoulder, and eased the robe off of her. Then I pulled her close, her leg on mine, her breasts, those hypnotic orbs, pressed against my chest.
"Of course not. You are loyal to a fault. Your husband is overseas pounding it into every girl who's willing, and you wait for him. You do without. You raise his children."
"You don't know he's doing that," she argued.
I kissed her. She started angry, then eased into it. Her body felt so good underneath my hands. "Don't be silly, you know what's going on," I told her when we stopped.
"You couldn't make a move, no matter how much you wanted, nor how obviously I wanted you. I understand. You knew if I made a move on you, you'd have to shoot me down. And after our sauna experience, it was easy to see that moment was coming on soon. So you took a huge gamble. Thank you for presenting the opportunity and trusting me to make the right choice."
"Trusting you? I. Was. Unconscious. Completely out of it. So you found me naked. You could have been gentle. You could have taken your joy and explored my body, without leaving me practically an invalid. My pussy could have been enough for you, you didn't have to fuck my mouth, and abuse my ass. Fine. You could have fucked me. Maybe even two or three times. But this? I trusted you and that's what I got?"
She sounding like she was still trying to justify her actions.
"You trusted me to make the decision to have you. I couldn't choose any other way."
She buried her head in my shoulder. I could feel the tears on my shoulder. "I really hurt, Alex. You abused my body badly. Why couldn't you just have loved me?"
"You still have no idea what you do to me. I've been with other women. One and done. Never like this. Nothing ever to compare this to. You couldn't have known. I couldn't have known."
"I don't understand. Once you'd had me, couldn't you have just left it at that. Our little secret. Every so often I might pass out, and you might find me and have your way? Maybe I 'kind of' pass out, not totally out of it? Neither of our faults. Too much temptation for you, no control for me?"
She was sitting up, talking seriously, no longer accusing irrationally. Her hand had gravitated to my cock and she was stroking it. It felt incredible, but she was right. I had overdone it and I was sore. She looked shocked when I extracted myself from her grip, and got up. I was back beside her in a few moments, squirting our favorite lube onto my cock.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" she practically shrieked.
I kissed her again, and pulled her hand down to my hardness, where she took control.
"I'm not kidding. I love you. And I want you in a way that's totally incomprehensible to me. Last night, after I'd already had you three times, for at least a couple of hours, I got us comfortable and still couldn't believe it was like I hadn't even started yet. You were on your side, the outline of your curves, your narrow waist, full hips absolutely mind-numbing. I took you from behind, and stayed inside you until nearly dawn. I came so many times I couldn't count. And I just stayed hard inside you. I added lube whenever we needed it. I only stopped when I needed to make love to you face to face."
"That's not possible. Nobody does that."
"You do that to me. You can't understand. I can't."
My hand was between us, and I was stroking my finger into her. "You're wet."
"God, I can't. Don't ask me to. I'm too sore."
I rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me. "I need you, Jill. Like I need oxygen. Please don't say no."
"Alex, I don't know if I can."
"Try. That's all I'm asking."
I lined my cock up with her, and nudged the head in.
"God, please be gentle. You're too big."
"No. I'm the perfect size for you. Just relax and let me in. You're in control now, take only what you can."
"I'll need more lube," she whispered.
The bottle was at hand. She sat up and moved back away from my cock. I took her hand and squirted some into it, then slathered a few more pumps on my cock. She winced as she parted her lips and worked some of the lube inside of her.
"I can't believe I'm doing this."
She raised herself up and placed the head of my cock at her opening. She took a deep breath, and lowered herself, just a bit. "Oh shit," she groaned.
I watched as she worked her way up and down those first few inches, then pushed downward, taking most of my length. "It's too much, you're too big."
"God, you're beautiful," I answered. "If that's all you can take for now, that's still amazing."
She put her hands on my chest, raised up a bit then pushed down hard, taking my entire length. "Christ, that hurts!" she groaned. I could see moisture in her eyes. She was trying so hard.
I pulled her down to me, her huge breasts pressed against my chest. Her lips sought out mine and we kissed. The passion was undeniable. I moved my hips slowly, creating that incredible motion I needed so badly.
"Gentle, please," she sighed.
"This is all I need." I wrapped my arms around her and held her. I was fucking my goddess and she was giving me everything she had and more. Suffering for my need.
Still, I could feel her responding, moaning softly, no longer feeling pain but pleasure. I moved my hands down to her incomparable ass cheeks and held her tightly, raising her up as I pulled out, then pushing her down on the in stroke.
She groaned, but pushed back with me, taking it all, deeper and deeper.
"I'm sorry I hurt you. I'll try to be more careful in the future," I assured her.
She giggled, surprising me. "What, you're going to limit it to just three or four hours in the future?"
"If that's what you want. And I'll leave your poor little backdoor alone."
She reached behind her and pulled my hand off her butt cheek, guiding it between them. I was a little shocked when she pushed my finger into her ass. "Let me decide if I want that left alone."
Our kiss grew more passionate as our pace picked up. I was fucking her now, long smooth strokes, faster and more insistent. My middle finger was two knuckles deep inside of her rear, and I could feel her clenching around it.
"God," she groaned, biting my shoulder, "it's never been like this."
"Except for last night," I reminded her.
"I'll have to take your word on that."
"Are you ready for more?" I asked.
"Yes," she said with only the slightest hesitation.
I pulled my finger out of her, and lifted her hips higher. Without further warning I fucked her as fast and hard as I could. She took it quietly, moaning softly, at first. Then I could feel her tensing.
"Oh there, right there, that's it, Alex. Don't stop. God, don't stop."
She still didn't understand. I couldn't stop if I wanted. It was strenuous and my lower back and abs hurt, but I pounded her relentlessly.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come for you," she moaned.
I hammered her, my cock an unstoppable piston.
She kissed me briefly, then lowered her head to my shoulder. Her fingers were digging into my arms painfully. "Ahhhh," she cried out, then sank her teeth into me so hard I was sure she drew blood. Still I didn't stop.
Her entire body tensed up and her legs straightened spasmodically. I lifted her by the hips so I could still slam up into her with my full length. Her feet hammered at my legs, her toenails scratching. It seemed to go on forever, and was so beautiful, all that'd I'd wanted from her the night before.
Then I felt her collapse on me, gasping for breath. "No more," she managed to breath.
I slowed down, caressing her body, kissing her face, rubbing her butt cheeks where I'd clenched them so tightly.
I felt her pull her head back quickly, gasping.
"Oh no! Look what I did to you!" I turned to her and saw that her face was smeared with my blood.
I held her hips and slid in and out the best I could.
"Stop that!" she barked, pushing down hard with her hips. "I hurt you."
"You can't hurt me," I teased.
"I'm serious now; you're bleeding badly."
I looked down as well as I could and saw the flow of blood. Not all that bad really.
She jumped out of our bed and returned with a moist facecloth, and pressed it down. "Hold that while I get a bandage."
I sat up and waited for her to return with a first aid kit. She insisted on treating me, applying some Neosporin, then taping some bandages over it. She sat back and observed her work, then looked down and gasped.
"Jesus! Doesn't that thing ever go down?"
"With you available, naked and willing? I don't know yet."
She had wiped the blood off of her chin and cheek. "I didn't even know I'd done that." She leaned in and kissed me. "This isn't good Alex. I didn't think it would be like this. Could be like this. We're both out of control."
I kissed her back, then leaned down for a quick taste of her tits. "We'll learn control, from each other."
"If we don't die first," she muttered.
"A thousand little deaths for you, my love."
"Jesus, you are one crazy fuck."
"I love you too."
She just stared at me in wonder.
"Is it still terribly sore down there?" I asked.
"Not so bad right now. I shudder to think what it'll be like tomorrow."
"Pass me the lube, love?" I asked her.
She laughed almost hysterically. When she calmed down she pushed me back onto the bed. "Not yet, cowboy. It's time for you to get a feel for my mouth, when I have some control over it."
She was right. It was better. Definitely better. Immeasurably so. I got a nice long show, and she demonstrated her incredible talent. She even had me on the edge of coming, but pulled back at the last moment.
"Show me what it was like last night. When you stayed inside me for hours."
How could I deny her? I would never deny her anything.
I placed her in position, and she made my cock nice and slippery for her. Then I was back inside of her, and it was heaven all over again.
"Oh Jill. I wish you could know what this is like. Being inside of you."
"Show me, lover."
I closed my eyes and leaned back, taking her gently. For several long minutes we were quiet as our joining continued.
"It's nice," she finally whispered softly.
"It's perfect. Just relax, and let me have you."
She seemed to be doing just that. "You were right, Alex. I could do this forever. It's so nice, so good."
I stroked her hip with my hand, continuing the penetration, endlessly fucking my dream. "I'm going to come now," I told her.
"Mmmmm," she sighed.
I didn't change anything, the slow methodical screwing never changing. But now I felt the throbbing of my cock as I released stream after stream into her. I felt that hint of softening I had the night before, but fucked my way through it, until I was regaining my full hardness.
"I can feel it. Feel you hardening again. It's like that? Just going on and on, filling me with your juices whenever you feel the need?"
"I never want to stop."
"Don't. Love me like this."
I think she was falling asleep she was so quiet. I was halfway there myself, my body on autopilot, the need to come inside of her slowly building again. Time had no meaning, and I didn't care. I was in my love. And she loved it and wanted me there.
"Fuck, Alex! Leave her alone already. What the fuck are you doing? She could wake up anytime."
The words shocked me to my senses. Jerry was standing there, awkwardly holding a baseball bat. I was more than a little surprised, but my hips argued to continue.
"God Damn it! Stop. She's my mother. Get off her now. Don't make me use this," he was nearly screaming, but stopped abruptly when his mother raised up on an elbow.
"Shhh, calm down baby, it's Ok," she said softly reaching down and patting my leg to stop.
I pushed deep into her, and held myself there, cautiously waiting to see the fallout.
Jerry dropped the bat. He hung his head and started crying. "I'm sorry Mom. I'm sorry."
"Come here baby," she motioned to him, and he marched to her like a zombie.
"Lay down with me, Jerry. Hold your mother."
He was sobbing, and crawled onto the bed and into her arms. "Shhh, it's Ok. It's Ok dear. It's not your fault."
"Mom!" The anguish in his cry was heart wrenching.
She scooted up the bed, almost dislodging me, but I followed, moving quickly and pushing her up the bed with my cock in her. When she stopped moving, her hand caressed my leg, and I felt her pushing against me. I gave her what she needed, my full length, in and out, possessing her.
"It's Ok, baby. Momma's Ok. None of us could have known," she told him. I was raised up on one elbow watching as she guided his head to her breasts.
Jerry turned his head and took her nipple into his mouth. Jill stroked his hair, calming him. "That's nice, baby. I like that. Love your momma."
"I love you Mom. I didn't mean any of it to happen. I'm so sorry."
"I know. I love you too. More than you can know."
She leaned back twisting her torso sideways, and her boy followed, fondling her tits, sucking on her hard nipples. She still had her upper leg over mine, and she tugged with her heel, encouraging me.
I leaned back and concentrated on that feeling, fucking her, watching her with her son. Her eyes were closed, and she was cuddling him, encouraging him. I fucked her harder, feeling her body rock against me.
"Mmm. Not like that Alex. Like before."
I couldn't say no, even though I wanted to rise up and pound her senseless. I settled back down, found the motion I was looking for, and concentrated on pleasuring us both. She tapped me on the head, and I looked up. She was holding the lube out for me.
I pulled out most of the way, and gave it a few more pumps, and soon was gliding in her effortlessly. That perfect rhythm resumed and I was in the zone.
I was in a trance, fucking mindlessly, when she moaned. "A little harder, baby, Momma's gonna come for her boys."
I couldn't be certain who she was speaking to but the words ignited me, reaching deep down into my balls. I fucked her harder, longer full strokes, and felt my own urge cresting.
"You're so big now, so hard, Alex. Are you going to come for me?"
"I have to," I told her.
"Come. Come in me. Fill me again. I'm so close."
I grabbed her hip and thrust mightily. Hard and fast, I fucked her, while her son played with her incredible tits. "Suck it now baby, suck it hard... harder," she gasped.
It was too much and I erupted inside of her, coming hard. I slammed my dick as far as I could, almost viciously.
She cried out, "Yes!" and I felt her tight pussy clenching at my cock while she came for me. She reached down and gently pushed Jerry away. "Easy baby. Momma's tender right now."
My cock was done. It had wilted down to nothingness, and popped out of her. I crawled up the bed and held her.
She kissed me on the forehead. "I did it. It's finally down."
"You did." I leaned up and kissed her lips.
"You didn't mind..." she nodded toward her son who was still gripping her breast, his head resting on her arm.
"Whatever you want, I want for you," I assured her.
"It wasn't like that, I just didn't want to see him so sad."
I reached for her available breast and gently massaged it. "I didn't mind. It was kind of nice."
She smiled and tousled his hair. "We need to get him a girl. Poor thing. Danielle maybe?"
"That would be nice but not likely," I told her.
"We'll see." She sighed then pushed us both away. "Alright. Enough's enough. Momma's sore over every inch of her body, and I'm starving. Let's all get cleaned up, and not a word about what you bad boys did outside of this room. Understood?"
"Yes ma'am," we answered in chorus.
"I'm gonna take a long hot bath, and I imagine your family's probably wondering about you, Alex."
She was right. I was probably in deep shit. She laughed when she saw the look on my face. "It's Ok. If you need me to, I'll talk to them."
I laughed. "And say what?"
She giggled. "I'll be creative. Jerry, I think it's time we got you working out too. If you want to have a chance with Danielle, we're going to have to clean up your act."
"Danni?"
"Yes. Now off with you both. Wait! Give me a kiss before you go."
I waited my turn and got a very nice kiss for my patience. "Alright, get going Ok? Momma needs some privacy."
I found my clothes and quickly got dressed while the love of my life disappeared into her bathroom. I didn't know what I was going to tell my parents. Anything but the truth, I guessed. They'd never believe that, anyway. Hell, I didn't.
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