Chapitre 3602: SEPTEMBER LUST
Betty McCall's blue eyes glowered darkly over the rim of her martini as she watched her nineteen year-old son Eric enter the bathroom down the hall. Normally she loved her only son almost to distraction, but on that warm September afternoon she felt like slapping his ass real hard.
Not that he'd done anything wrong. Far from it, he'd gone out of his way to please her during the past two worrisome days. Ever since Betty's husband Paul had gone on a two week business trip to Japan, Eric had been a perfect angel around the house.
Betty was a highly sexed, fertile woman, but she had married for money and got stuck having a love affair with her fingers. Anyhow, she did have a son but the outlook for Eric was dim. Eric was nineteen and other than normal masturbation, he didn't seem to take much interest in girls. He played tennis at college, usually with men, and when he was home, he would usually read, or study his Bible. He did not get himself tattooed, or shave his head, or put a ring through his ear. You could say he was a Jack Armstrong, all-American boy.
The day was hot. Eric was cooling off in the shower. There was only one full bathroom in the single level ranch house, and she'd have time to slip in there and sit down on the toilet before he came out of the shower. She didn't have much on. Betty was wearing was a short cotton wrapper that was loosely tied in the front. Her very large breasts held the top of it open almost to her nipples and her thighs pushed back its hem to expose her pussy as she walked, but it wasn't a big deal, no one could see her, except her son. Like a lot of teenagers, he took long showers and it was obvious to Betty he was in there choking the chicken.
Betty could see his nude figure hazily through the frosted glass of the shower door. He looked even more like his father then, and she was hard pressed to keep the irritation out of her voice as she announced, "It's only me. I'll just be a minute."
Betty untied her wrapper and squatted on the toilet seat. The rush of her pee felt refreshing. Eric could probably hear its hissing sound in the bowl over the sounds of the shower.
Her mammaries alone were enough to make a man leave his wife. She had a pair of 38 DD's and while they were considerably bigger than they'd been when she was nineteen, they were every bit as firm because of exerciser she bought to firm up her boobs.
Betty's waist had thickened a bit during her last few years, but it still measured twenty-six inches with no stretch marks or flab. Her hips were a bit wider because her ass was out of proportion to the rest of her.
She knew men liked her ass and when she went out, she wore Yoga pants. No panties, just the pants. Betty had teased her husband in the past, doing the shimmy as she fixed his drink after work. After a couple of drinks and a big bottom in your face, it doesn't take much to get it up. Paul loved her ass.
At five feet five and a hundred and thirty pounds, she was a lot of woman, and she giggled wondered how much weight she had in her hips. But fuck, Paul loved it. He loved to do it to her, up the ass. At first she was a bit timid, but using some pomade and working her anus, she learned to relax and enjoy the ride.
Right in the middle of her anal reverie, Betty became aware that the shower had stopped. She looked over her shoulder in the mirror and saw her son staring at her through the narrow opening of the shower door. Pervert, she wanted to say, you're as bad as your father. But she caught herself, recalling that it was she who'd intruded on his privacy.
His wet arm snaked out, fumbled around, and grabbed a towel. Betty inwardly smiled and felt a tug at her heartstrings, for only then did she realize that her son was now a man, and wasn't a Boy Scout anymore.
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"I'm going out for a while," she said and turned to face the mirror. "Stay and hook up my bra for me."
"Sure, Mom. Where're you going?" He was trying to avoid being obvious, staring at her chest while she applied lipstick.
"You know, now that you're nineteen I shouldn't have to be going out for some male company. I hate drinking alone. I might go over to Gloria's and we might check out the sales at Bloomingdale's. Just because your father goes on a business trip, I'm not going to deprive myself..." and she stopped because Eric look confused.
"I wish he'd get a job that keeps him home. Like that marketing position at Apple."
"He always brings his secretary with him..."
"Yeah, the sonofabitch brings Terri with him. I don't know why. She doesn't speak Japanese and doesn't take shorthand. If she wasn't so cute, I wouldn't mind so much."
"Then why --"
"She's an easy lay. That's why. Your father talks in his sleep when he's had too much to drink..."
"She's kinda flirty," he said.
"Did you sleep with that bitch? Did you?!? Did you?!?"
His eyes grew furtive in an instant. She wasn't being fair to him at all. Of course he'd thought about it, but thoughts are not deeds. After all, she'd thought that very day about having sex with her son. She had asked him a very unfair question, and before he could lie to her in response, she quickly said, "It's all right to think about things like that. We all do. But pick a better girl than your father's secretary for sex. What could she teach you?"
Eric was searching his mind for an answer.
"You're a virgin, aren't you? Eric, don't look so shocked. You and I can talk about such things. Have you ever... done it with a girl?"
He blushed scarlet, and he shook his head, no.
As embarrassed as he was, the situation was far too pregnant for Betty to leave it. She was in the mood. "Ever played with a girl's titties?"
"No!" he said, and tried to draw away.
"You stay right here, buster," she said, tightening her soft grip about his neck. "It's time we had a talk about sex. It's almost time you started doing something about sex and we'd better talk about it first. Lord knows, your father won't give you any advice, if he ever comes home again. Right now, I don't care if he does or not. I'd be happy enough just being with you," she said, hugging him softly and affectionately, feeling some of the tension go out of his body.
"Ever fingered a girl's pussy, Eric?"
He tensed, relaxed again, and shook his head miserably. "Mom, I don't want to talk about it now."
"No time like the present." She placed her son's arms about her waist again, and she put her arms about his neck. He was still blushing, shy, embarrassed, and the hard bulge of his prick still pressed hotly against Betty's hip. "Have you ever even necked with a girl, honey?"
"I kissed a couple. At parties. Never really necked."
"Well, I'm surprised. A handsome guy like you. Have you ever seen a naked woman?"
"Pictures of 'em. Playboy and some magazines like that. And -- "
"And?"
"And my friend Allen has some. Women in... underwear and things. Stuff like that..."
She nodded. "Are these fashion magazines or photos of women with dildoes shoved up their asses? I know about those kind of pictures. I've seen them myself. They excite men. They get all hot and bothered when they look at pictures like that. It makes them play with themselves, and that's not good. Do you play with yourself, Eric?" she asked, and pressed her tummy more warmly against his hard prick, just to be sure he knew what she was talking about.
He swallowed hard and lowered his head, and by not answering, he didn't lie to her.
She kissed his cheek, and she patted his arm fondly as she slid her hand up and down it. She was determined to persist now, for the odd sort of pleasure she was deriving from this intimate conversation far outweighed any discomfort her son was feeling from his embarrassment. She gave him a fond little slap on his towel-covered bottom and she moved aside just enough to place her hand directly on the hot, hard length of his penis. He gasped when her fingers toyed with his erection and she ignored that and said, "Eric, do you ever get so worked up you play with your penis? Do you take it in your fist and... maybe both fists? It's certainly more than a handful. Do you ever take your prick in your hand and play with it and stroke it and milk it till it feels so good you just can't stand it, and then let all that good rich cream squirt out all over the place? Do you, Eric? Do you ever do that after you've looked at those sexy pictures your friend Allen has? Do you?"
"Yes, damn it!" he said, close to tears again, but now they were tears of outraged embarrassment.
"And do you two ever play with each other's cocks? Do it together?"
"Heck, no! Well... we did it once together, but I didn't like it."
"Eric?"
"Yes?"
She went right on smiling her lovely red smile and she said, "Would you like your mother to teach you how to kiss? I mean, really kiss a woman the way she wants to be kissed. Like how to use your tongue to pleasure a woman? Like even lick her between the legs?"
She gave him a butterfly-light kiss on the lips, backed off and said, "Think it over, honey. I'd be glad to do it for you. It's not common knowledge, but a lot of mothers teach their sons about sex, and I don't mean just by talking about it. They let their sons look and they let them feel," she said, and took two steps away from him, drew aside the thin halves of her wrapper and artfully posed with her hands on her widely sweeping hips, one knee bent before the other and those gorgeous big breasts of hers stuck out at him.
"Lots of mothers like me teach their sons just about all there is to know about sex, honey. Would you like Mother to teach you about necking and other things?
Chapter 2
Eric walked to the kitchen in a daze. He had to take a break. He wasn't even sure of where he was until the cold air billowing out of the refrigerator chilled his legs. The cold air didn't affect his stiffy at all.
His mind was filled with what his mother might do. He'd never seen her so intimate, like she was hungry for someone to hold her, and the way her hands were restless, moving over her body, he was confused.
She was sitting on the couch with one arm lazily outstretched on the back of it.
She was smiling in warm, open invitation to him. Her flimsy housecoat was still open and he could see most of her tits, and those tits had to be the biggest, most beautiful in the whole world because they were far better and bigger than any of the ones he'd seen in the girlie magazines.
She had her legs curled up under her. Her thighs were just a bit thick, but they had a shape that was absolutely terrific, and they looked just as smooth and polished, and her hand was idly caressing herself, all around over her thigh and her calf as she sat there smiling at him, waiting for him.
She had turned on the fan and faced it to blow against the sofa, and its breeze caused her golden hair to softly stir about her face. Eric tried to keep the shyness out of his grin as he padded forward on his bare feet and eased himself onto the couch beside his mother, just under the soft white curve of her inviting arm.
"And here's your first lesson in sex," she said, and that arm on the back of the couch slipped down to his shoulders and pulled him gently closer. Her other hand went to his cheek and turned his head to face her. Her beautiful red lips loomed ever larger and then touched his, softly at first and then with growing ardor and warmth. He felt his whole body go rigid, but he couldn't help it. She pulled him closer, kissed him just a little harder so that her open mouth completely covered his. He felt her tongue flick out over his trembling lips and for a moment he felt he was going to shoot right then and there. but then the delicious taste of that tongue sliding into his mouth made him softly moan through the kiss and lean in her direction.
She laughed, sensing his uneasiness. "The tongue," she told him. "That's about the most important sex organ of all. First it lets you talk to each other, communicate, tell each other what you like to do and have done to you. Second, it feels good and when you use it to arouse your partner, you can feel it between your legs. There's some chemistry from your mind that tickles your balls." She giggled.
"Kiss me," she said. Eric liked the feel of her soft lips. He even liked the smell of her woman flesh, all mixed up with the scent of her lipstick, and subtly spiced with a musky scent that he couldn't quite identify but that he liked a lot. He sucked on her tongue and caressed her face and hair and neck. He mimicked her in every way he could except one, and he hoped he was pleasing her one tenth as much as she was pleasing him.
"You learn fast and you kiss nice," she told him, cupping his chin in her hand, placing a series of warm little kisses all around his open mouth, smiling her encouragement through her eyes. "You're a little too eager and a little too rough at times, but that's very understandable. Practice, that's what it takes. Practice kissing me, gently now..."
He let his mouth hang a little open just as hers was, and he was able to refrain from plunging his tongue between her lovely lips when her tongue came out to tickle around his mouth. They both had their tongues out then and hers was lazily twisting about his while he sat there, rigid once again, trying not to be eager and rough with this very special woman.
"French kissing," she murmured. "You like?"
Before he could answer, she was sucking on the very tip of his tongue, very gently, but making him feel it right on down to his balls. He nodded his head in complete agreement with her, and her lips curled into the sweetest sort of smile around his tongue-tip.
"See what I mean about tongues?" she murmured, and now she buried her lovely face in his throat and tongued him there.
"Oh, Jeezus," he muttered, and clutched her soft shoulder hard for a moment, fearful again that he was going to cum and thus end this total ecstasy. His blood was racing. Her softly sucking mouth, her constantly active tongue had his heart thumping loudly. He didn't know if he was going to shoot or faint first, but then at the last moment she gave him respite by backing off with that deeply penetrating kiss and smiling into his eyes.
"So now you know a little about using tongues for kissing and tasting and making each other feel good. Now let's use the tongue for talking, for communicating. Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Beautiful! You're beautiful, Mom!" he blurted.
She laughed softly and kissed him. "You're off to a good start. Women always like to hear that. But you've got to be more specific. Where am I beautiful, Eric? How?"
"Your face! Your hair! Your eyes and lips and throat and... and tongue and every thing about you is just beautiful!"
"You're sweet," she said, and rewarded her pupil with another soft kiss. "But is that all there is about me, honey?"
Her fingers were gently plucking at his hard little nipple, making him feel very funny down there. He was all confused and didn't know what to say, where to begin. Breathing very deeply, feeling very drunk, he looked from the pale tapered fingers toying with his dark rigid nipple to that billowing loveliness exposed by his mother's open housecoat and said, "You've got the most beautiful boobs in the whole world, Mom."
She looked down at herself and smiled. She drew her housecoat wide open and she put her lovely hands under her even lovelier breasts and lifted them, as if presenting them to him. He gazed on, glassy-eyed, as she fondled them freely and said, "Is that what you call them? Boobs?"
"Breasts," he murmured. "You got beautiful breasts."
"Call them anything you like, darling, as long as you don't call them fat. They're not too big for you?"
"No. Oh, no."
"I used to call them my boobies," she said, still toying with the nipples, still feeling that creamy fullness, the utterly fascinating big, big ends of them. "But you can call them anything you like, honey. Boobies, breasts, jugs, tits, anything at all that pleases you, darling. Would you like to play with Mother's tits, Eric? From the way you're looking at them, I'd say you would. Ask me nice, and I'll let you feel me up."
"Can I... play with your tits, Mom?"
"Of course, darling," she said, and she took his two quaking hands and placed them firmly against her marvelous warm flesh.
"Oh, Jeezus," he muttered, for his mother's tits were even firmer and warmer than he'd imagined they'd be when he thought about them and jacked himself off. There was a softness about them that made them so very full and yet so upright in their beauty, but he could feel nothing firm under the velvety flesh that his hot hands were roving over.
"Feel nice?" she asked, smoothing her hand over his leg.
"Uh-huh," he mumbled, as with ever new amazement he felt the stiffness of her very hard nipples.
Suddenly he pinched it, quite hard. He didn't know what came over him, he just had to do it. He closed his fingers on it sharply and his mother gasped and said, "Oh!"
And suddenly her arms were tight about him and she was breathing hotly in his ear and pushing her big tits into his groping hands and almost moaning as she spoke. "Pinch 'em again, both of them. You didn't hurt me. Oh, God! Darling, darling, hug me and kiss me and play with my tits. I love you so. Baby, baby, it's all right. Nothing to be afraid of. We're not doing anything wrong. Kiss me hard and play with my tits and make me feel so good I can't stand it!"
She was trembling all over now and her body was jerking and thrusting itself at him. He was shocked and frightened, but he sucked on her mouth as voraciously as she was sucking on his and he pinched and played with her hard nipples as she mashed herself against him and moaned in a sort of delirium and all but crawled into his lap. Her arms were breaking his neck, and somehow he just loved it. He sucked her tongue and pinched her nipples even harder, and it somehow thrilled him to the core when his beautiful mother whimpered through the deep soul kiss and convulsive little spasms began to ripple through her body.
She whipped her mouth away from his just long enough to pant, "Arms around me and hug me as hard as you can. Hard as you can, lover!"
He hugged her till his bones were cracking. She hugged him back just as hard. Amazingly, his hands didn't miss her tits on leaving them for now the hot ripples going through her body made the flesh of her back every bit as exciting as that of her tits.
She fell back on the couch, arms locked tightly about him, mouth mashing and tonguing against his all the way. Then he was lying right on top of her, hugging her body and kissing her mouth, grinding his chest against her tits as she thrust them up against him. His hips were between her legs, and her groin were rubbing up against his hard cock, all sweaty and wet and nearly bursting with good feelings. He was going to come at any minute. There was no way he could help it. He couldn't warn her, couldn't get out of this marvelous embrace, couldn't begin to keep his hot body under any sort of control in miraculous circumstances like this. But of course, his mother knew what to do.
"The towel," she panted, pushing him away and pulling him to her at the same time. "Get that damned towel out of the way and stick your prick in me now, now! Fuck me, Eric. Oh, God, do it!"
The damp rumpled towel was whipped out from between their thrusting loins and now he could feel her bare flesh, all furry and hot, with his prick. He was gasping and panting and coming already, or at least it felt like it.
"Put it in, dammit! Quick!" she cried, and with amazing strength she pushed him away, and with equally amazing dexterity, she took his bursting cock in her hand and jammed its spewing end in the hottest, slickest, most wonderful place he'd ever dreamed of in his life.Oh, Mom!" he gasped, and his hips jerked forward to stick his prick all the way in her, all the fucking way.
He had no rhythm at all, and she nimbly helped him find it with her legs. They were as powerful as they were soft, and once firmly wrapped around his spasmodically thrusting hips, they helped him jam his gooshing cock deep inside her with fantastically pleasing results.
Eric was still coming when he kissed that lovely hot mouth. They sucked on each other's tongues, and now it somehow calmed him instead of exciting him. He clung to her voluptuous body, hugging her and sucking on her mouth and the wildness went out of his penetrating thrusts and he just glided along through heaven quite effortlessly while the pleasure of orgasm became bearable again. He was still alive and he wasn't a virgin any more. He could feel what he was fucking with his cock and balls, and he could savor what it was he felt. The sperm was still flowing out of him and he could tell that she was still coming, too, but now it was a relaxing sort of feeling, one that he wished would continue in just this way for the rest of his life. He wanted to laugh and shout and tell the world he'd finally done it.
And then, just when all the sensation was fading into a lovely sleepy euphoria, Eric noticed that his mother was crying. She'd flung her forearm across her face in the final throes of their great, gasping orgasms and now he saw tears flowing out from under her arm.
"Mom, what's wrong? Did I hurt you? Oh, gosh, I'm sorry."
She sniffed and smiled and wiped away the tears. She hugged him and said, "No, honey, you didn't hurt me. And there's nothing for you to be sorry about. I just... felt so good I got teary..."
He grinned proudly back at her and said, "I felt so darned good I thought I was going to die!"
"Mmmmm... and you still feel good," she said, and opened his eyes wide with the sensations she produced by tilting her hips up at him and hugging his prick with the wet warmth that was all around it. "Still nice and hard," she murmured, rolling her hips under him, milking out a few more drops of his cum.
"I don't think it's ever going to go soft again!" he said, kissing her dear face, squeezing her big titties to his heart's content.
"Wouldn't that be nice, A hard prick, a soft pussy and a willing woman... we could be happy fucking forever. Ah, what a beautiful dream."
"Couldn't we... fuck just a little more, Mom?"
"You should rest, honey."
"I'm not tired," he said, and burrowed deeper in her, grinning broadly to show his enthusiasm.
"Well, I'm certainly not," she replied, with the same sort of grin, and with a very similar movement of her hips.
"Back up and let me breathe for a moment, you horny devil," she said. "See if you can sit up without taking your lovely cock out of me...."
It was a job, but between them they managed to do it. It took a lot of giggling and pushing and pulling -- plus a little fucking -- but in just a few minutes they were both sitting relatively upright on the sofa. They sat in a sort of Yoga position, leaning back on their hands, with their legs intertwined and with their bodies still comfortably joined at the loins. Her face was dripping with perspiration, her hair plastered against her brow and her eyes were heavy and her smile was dreamy. They all combined to make a beautifully erotic picture for him. And down below was her pussy, with his thick white prick stuck halfway in it as she rested and he filled his eyes with her loveliness. The hair of her pussy was all matted down and in a wet tangle. Her pussy had lips around it, and they seemed to be sucking on his cock just as the lips of her lovely face had sucked on his tongue. She was just dripping wet there, and the smell he'd been unable to identify before was now very clearly identifiable. He breathed it in as he gazed down at their slowly moving union. She saw where he was looking and said, "Give me your hand, honey."
He obeyed her, of course, and she guided his hand to her vulva. She placed the ball of his thumb at the top of her soft wet slit, pushed it gently against a protuberance there and said, "That's my clit, Eric. My clitoris. Rub it just a little. It feels real good when a man does that. Honey, not too hard. Christ, if I come again so soon I'm just liable to wet my pants... if I had any on."
A silly little joke, but they both laughed.
"Look," he said, giggling and enjoying the little jiggles it put into their fucking.
"Look, we're making a puddle on the couch cushion."
"It's my fuck-juice. God, I'm just sopping."
"I like the way it smells. Does it... taste sweet?"
The smile left her face. A beautiful look of anguish took its place and she bit her lip for a moment before saying, "Honey, we've gone far enough as it is."
"What do you mean, Mom?"
"I mean, fuck me, honey. Be happy with that. Fuck my pussy and kiss my lips and play with my titties, honey, and be happy with that."
"I sure do like your tits, Mom. I sure do," he said, and he put his hands on them. He squeezed them and he pulled and pinched their nipples, and she closed her eyes and slowly shook her head, as if in disbelief at how nice it felt.
Mother and son were still fucking, of course. His prick was bent down just about as far as it would go and sliding up and down through the topmost part of her perfectly slick hole. He was still gently thumbing her clitoris, just as she'd shown him how to do, while with his other hand he was playing with her big tits. It was all so very natural, so loving and sweet, him doing dreamy things with his mother and her smiling happily and letting him make them both so close at the moment.
"Kiss my tits, honey," she said. "Suck on 'em. God, I'd like that right about now."
"Sure, Mom" he said, and laid back, still fucking slowly with his hard, hard prick and watched as she arched her body forward at him.
"Shit. Shit fuck hell damn. That feels so fucking good...."
"Mmmm," he said, nodding his head in agreement, never taking his mouth from her succulent nipple.
"Keep fucking me. Keep that beautiful hard cock going in me slow and easy, and let's have one more good cum together before we pass out."
He gave her a hard shove with his cock, and she emitted a gutsy moan that made him jab her hard again. He bit her nipple as he'd bitten her tongue and she said, "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
He let the nipple pop out of his mouth and he grabbed her to him. Legs all entangled, he was still able to hump at her with his hips and drive his strong shaft into her buttery pussy, and even in this close and awkward a position she was able to throw it back to him. He couldn't see his hard cock jamming into her pink and blonde pussy, but he could certainly feel it as he shoved it into her as hard as he could.
She could feel it too, and she let him know it. Her strength returned. As hard as he was driving into her, as close as he was to shooting, she was still able to push him away from her for a moment. That moment was just long enough for his prick to come popping and springing up out of her hole and eject its rich white spume up between them. It spurted heavily.
His slim hips were still convulsively humping, even though his seven inches of cock was bobbing and jerking and spitting its load in empty air. She was still coming too, jamming her clitoral region against the base of his cock and her softer pussy against his balls, and gasping out words he couldn't distinguish but that he could clearly understand.
They watched together in a very mutual ecstasy as the geysers of jizz turned into weak spurts and these in turn became soft, delightful drooling of white that flowed over the ruddy red head of Eric's jerking cock.
"That was really something. I'm glad you let me fuck you again."
"My pleasure," she said, and smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Have you had enough education for a while, honey?"
"Darling, you need a little rest," she said, and she ruffled his hair..
Chapter 3
But no use thinking about Paul. He was lost and gone forever, and she hoped she'd never see him again, no matter how good the majority of their married years had been.
She hadn't meant to seduce Eric. It had just happened. It would never happen again. By scrubbing with the scented soap she could wash away all traces of their illicit sex together and by sitting down and talking very sanely to him she might be able to explain away whatever guilt she'd injected into him.
And then he walked into the bathroom. "Honey, you're still hard," she said, and took it in her hand to test the firmness of it.
"My favorite son," she said, and closed her hand around his cock and drew the foreskin all the way back, then pulled him easily to her until his exposed cockhead was warmly pressed against the soft flesh of her thigh.
"Mom, I'm your only son!" he told her, and they both laughed. "Let's fuck some more. Please, Mom. Let's get in bed and do it."
"No, Eric. Not now. Maybe not ever again."
He stopped, looking crestfallen, and said, "Didn't I do it right?"
"Honey, you were wonderful," she said, and she had to embrace him for a moment then, to erase the lines of disappointment from his beautiful face. "It's just that it's gone too far already."
"Gee, I thought you were going to teach me about sex. And you said I should practice. And I know there's more ways to fuck than the two we did and I want to learn them all. C'mon, Mom. Just one more time. In bed this time. You're so beautiful and I love you so much I'd just die if you wouldn't let me fuck you any more. Please, Mom, please. You said it wasn't wrong."
"Of course it wasn't wrong. You and I know that, but some people might think differently if they knew, honey. You'd never ever tell anyone about this, would you?"
"Heck, no! Cross my heart on that," he said, and did so, and then moved his hand to her breast. He grinned, quite sure of himself now, and said, "Jeezus, you've sure got a great set of tits, Mom."
As he went back and forth like a humming bird at her breasts, his hard prick kept bumping back and forth against Betty's thighs. Every place it touched was left with a tingling sensation much akin to the feelings that had grown in her stiff nipples.
"You little devil," she said. "Are you trying to get Mother all hot so she'll let you fuck her again? Are you trying to tease me with your kisses and your hard pecker?"
"I sure am," he said with a grin, and sucked one of her nipples in his mouth and bit it in just the exact way she adored, making every hair on her body stand on end and lovely warm chills course through her beautiful naked body.
Betty pulled Eric up by his ears, turned him and pinioned him against the sink top with her hips. She held him there easily, her pulsing pussy very close to his hard cock, while she gave him a deep, deep kiss that was as torrid as any they'd shared on the couch.
The tangle of their tongues ended with a wet smack and a pair of grins. She tried to look at least a little stern as she said, "It so happens I think you've had enough sex education already, young man."
"Aw, Mom," he moaned. "Come on. Let's fuck a little more. Please, Mom."
"No more teasing," she said with admirable calm in her voice. "First a little cleanup, and then we'll see about your sex education, dear. Hand me the wash cloth."
He handed it to her with a big frown. She got down on her knees on the bathroom floor, took his prick in hand and began to gently wipe away the traces of their sex with the warm damp cloth. It was a beautiful thing, and so close that she could see every part of its perfection. With one hand curled around it she dabbed and wiped with the cloth, while Eric leaned back against the sink and stared down at her raptly. He muttered a moan when she pulled the foreskin back as far as it would go, and she asked if she'd hurt him.
"No. Oh, no," he said, and reassuringly put his hand on her blonde head.
"I'll just kiss it and make it well anyway, dear," she said, and licked her lips and pursed them, placed them firmly against the bulging red knob of his prick and tasted with her tongue-tip the continuing oozings from his piss hole.
"Oh, Jeezus," he muttered, hips convulsively pushing forward, fingers closing in her hair.
Betty slipped her soft sucking lips over the whole knob of it and back, tasting him thoroughly, before she backed away and said, "Feel better now?"
"It tickles so good I don't know if I can stand it!"
"Just hold still and try to enjoy it, dear." Actually she liked the way she was making him jump around and do a little stationary jig there in the bathroom.
"Mom! Oh, Mom, I love it! It feels like I'm coming all the time, all the time!" She jerked off his cockshaft and sucked on the knob at the same time. He was tasting better and better to her. Her pussy was tickling nicely. Though her thighs were clasped together as she knelt on the hard floor, her pussy felt as if it was wide open and her clit felt swollen to ten times its normal size.
She swiped her tongue over his cockhead and said, "Sit up on the sink with your legs
She leaned forward and placed a soft, sucking kiss on one of them, then licked its soft, soft texture. His balls convulsed and his prick jerked and he gnashed his teeth and said, "Lick my balls some more!"
He was getting to be as demanding as his father, and she couldn't stand for that. She stood up and leaned over between his legs, pressing her soft belly against his hard sex. She kissed him leisurely and deeply, in spite of the rising excitement and anticipation in her body.
"You like to get sucked off, buster?"
"Love it. Just love it. Do it some more," he said, slumped back against the wall, too weak just now to even stir as she kissed him and played her hands over his naked body.
He lay back panting, staring at her. His hand was twitching as it inched toward his standing prick. He said, "You want me to... go down on you?"
"I want you to learn a lot about sex, and kissing a woman's pussy is certainly part of it."
He looked down at her mature loins. "Does it... really taste like it smells?"
"You tell me, dear," she said.
She opened her legs and ran two fingers down through her slit. It was very wet again. She sniffed her fingers and found the smell of her sex not at all unpleasant. He followed her every action with his eyes. When she held her fingers under his nose, he delicately smelled of them and said, "I sorta like the smell of you, Mom."
"See how you like the taste," she said, and patted his lips.
She was dizzy with desire and a little drunk and her bladder was almost bursting because she had to piss. He was looking down at her loins, still trying to decide if he wanted to kiss her pussy. She was dying to have him down there between her beautiful white thighs, but she felt this was a decision he would have to make for himself, and she was almost certain he'd make the right decision, the one which would please her the most.
She sat down on the toilet, erect, trying to look ladylike, smiling apologetically at him. Her water tinkled out in little spurts, because she was so tense with the anticipation of waiting for him to voluntarily go down on her.
"Sorry, honey," she said. "I just couldn't hold it. If you decide you'd like to try kissing me there, I'll wash myself again first. Do I... taste all right to you? Do you think you'd like to... like to go down on me just a little?"
He grinned in a way that reminded her very strongly for an instant of his father. He had his hand curled around his cock as he got up off the sink and came toward her. "I think I'd like to try it later, but right now I sure would like to get my nuts off."
She got so flustered that her water stopped flowing. "Get your nuts off? Is that any way for college boy to talk? And stop playing with yourself. You promised me you wouldn't do it so much."
"I can't help it. You got me so darned hot I just have to cum one way or another."
"Stop that!" she said, anger flaring, and jerked his hand away from his prick.
He put his other hand around it and thrust it forward at her. She glanced up at his face and saw him leering at her, exactly as she'd seen his father look at her so many times. All at once she was sucking him off again and her water was flowing like a torrent. He put his hands on her head and said, "Yeah. Suck me off, Mom. Make me cum again. Ahhhh..."
She couldn't stop. She wanted him to cum as badly as he wanted to do it. Her hand flew on his cockshaft and her cheeks caved in with her sucking. She was making whimpering sounds in her throat in her need to please him, swishing her tongue all over his cockhead and bobbing her head up and down on his prick while her water flowed and flowed, and a feeling of great tension built up in her trembling body.
"Make me cum, Mom. Make me shoot!" he cried, and the salty sweet stuff spurted out of him, then flowed steadily into her mouth. She sucked and milked him, brows deeply knit in concentration. Her water was flowing to a halt, and in place of that gushing wet feeling came the onrush of impending orgasm. It was right there, so close, and Betty reached quickly down between her legs and rubbed her clitoris hard.
His body was jerking and twitching as he ejaculated, but then, just as Betty was about to reach a climax of her own, she realized that a good part of his twitchings were because he was laughing, giggling. With his flowing cock deep in her mouth, she looked up and saw the mirth all over his face as he watched her playing with herself. She couldn't stop. She was too close to coming. She spread her legs wide and opened her cuntlips, looked up at him panting and pleading and said, "Kiss it. Kiss my cunt, honey, just once and make me cum good."
"Can't hear you," he said, cupping his hand behind his ear, grinning broadly.
"Kiss my cunt, damn it!" she shouted, and had to start rubbing it again lest all the good feelings drain away and be wasted.
"You look like you're doing pretty good for yourself, Mom," he said, and squatted down and stared right at her open crotch, and at the hand that was frantically rubbing it.
"Kiss it, yes, kiss it!" she said, reaching out to him, too weak with her lust to grasp him.
He wrinkled his nose. "Smells sorta fishy now. It smelled good before, but now... Now I'll just watch."
"You little bastard," she moaned, and tried to turn away from him so he couldn't share in any part of the wonderful orgasm that was about to flow through her body.
He just leaned over and watched. She couldn't stop rubbing herself, couldn't quite cum. She slumped back obscenely against the commode, legs wide apart, tits lolling, hand flying at her clit.
"Man, look at her go," said Eric, her beloved son, turned traitor now when she needed him most. "Man, look at that finger-fucking," he said. "Cum, Mom! Let's see you cum!"
"If you won't eat me, then fuck me!" she cried, and tried to reach for him again.
He dodged his head away, still laughing. She fell back, determined to get her badly needed relief in spite of him, all by herself. By closing her eyes and rubbing hard, by drowning out most of his gigglings with her panting, she was able to reach an orgasm of sorts, but it was weak, unsatisfying. She lay back collapsed and disheveled on her ignominious throne, exhausted but not fulfilled. He slapped her on the knee and got to his feet, and she dimly saw that at last his prick was limp now.
Hands on his hips, he surveyed her, shaking his head. "That was really something. Boy, if I told anybody about this, they wouldn't hardly believe it. I'm going to take that nap now. I'll fuck you again when I wake up, if I feel like it."
Chapter 4
"I'm going out for a while, Eric."
"Mom? Is that you?"
"Yes. I just woke you up to tell you that I'll be going out for a while. I didn't want you to wake up and find me gone and worry."I've never seen you like this. You look so... so...."
"It's only ten o'clock. I feel like going out and having a few drinks. If I don't get home until morning, don't worry about me."
"Don't go," he said, and reached out through the darkness toward her gleaming white thigh, so beautifully tapered and full.
"Mom, wait!" he said, as she turned and started toward the hall door, her heavy hips swaying gracefully, big oval white buttocks showing under the high rise of the seat of her black panties.
She paused in the doorway, leaning against it in a pose he was sure he'd seen before, and in the dim light of the living room he saw at last for certain that this erotically beautiful woman was indeed his mother. "Yes, son?"
"Don't go out, Mom. I'm sorry if I was mean to you in the bathroom. I was only kidding when I laughed at you. Stay here. Stay and let me... let me do it to you some more."
"No need to apologize. I'm used to being ridiculed by my men. I'm leaving, Eric. Matter of fact I might not be back for a couple of days. I'll leave some money on the coffee table. Good night."
She was gone, leaving him with nothing but the strong sweet scent of her perfume and the deep ache in his heart for her.
She was in the bathroom, but she didn't respond when he pounded on the door and called loudly for her. He stood wringing his hands in the hall, his nuts hurting badly with the need to pee and with the need to be close to her again. He tried to calm his trembling body when he heard the toilet flush, and he stammered out another apology when at last she emerged, looking unbelievably lovelier, sexier in the stronger light. He tried in desperation to kiss her, and she roughly shoved him away.
"Don't touch me. I need a man, not a boy."
Close to tears now, Eric said, "Please, Mom. Don't go. Can't we just sit down and talk?"
She laughed, bitterly. "I need more than just talk. But... Take a shower while I have another drink and finish dressing. You smell sweaty and there's sleep in your eyes. I'll be in my bedroom."
Again he became paralyzed as he watched her leave him, big hips swinging airily, thin bands of black striping her tapered white bottom. He hurried into the shower lest she leave him without even another look at her. Cold water pouring down shocked him into startling clarity. He might lose her forever, both as a lover and as a mother. He might already have seen her for the last time in his life.
The cold water made him able to face the reality of the situation, and that deflated him so that he was able to at last empty his splitting bladder there in the shower stall. He leaped out, goose-pimpled and chilled, and grabbed a towel to dry himself as he hurried down the hall toward his mother's bedroom.
The sight of her on the bed stopped Eric as effectively as a brick wall. She was seated on the edge of it with one fantastically shapely leg angled up in the air, drawing a sheer black nylon stocking down over the curves, tightening the stretchy fabric as she went. The tragedy of her leaving him forever didn't affect his prick. That part of him stiffened and rose as he cautiously approached the gorgeous woman on the bed.
"Don't leave me, Mom. Not even for a little while," he pleaded.
"I'll be back," she said, and rose and tugged at the welts of her hose to make the gossamer nylon tight about her knees.
He couldn't move as she went to her dresser, opened a drawer and bent over it. Her bottom was huge, and hugely beautiful. The seat of her nylon panties formed a curved vee as it was sucked into the crack of her lovely ass and disappeared down deep into the crotch he'd once known. She rose and turned and faced him, the upper swells of her tits jiggling tightly as they bulged from the clasping confinement of her brassiere. Another black garment dangled and gleamed from her hand, and as she slipped it around her waist he saw that it was a garter belt with long elasticized straps and chromed clasps on it.
"You're just beautiful, Mom. You're like... some kind of work of art."
"I hope someone else besides you thinks so tonight."
"Mom, don't go!" he said.
She rumpled his wet hair and smiled down on him, so close and warm and sweet and beautiful. "Hook my garters for me, dear," she said.
"Sure, Mom! Anything you say!"
The flesh of her thighs was terrifically stimulating to his lips. With his nose pressed against the lacy edge of her panties, he kissed that flesh and sucked on it and used his tongue in just the exciting way she'd shown him to use it. When he was kneeling behind her to get the snaps done in back, he learned that her big buttocks were just as sexy and delightful to hug and kiss as her thighs had been, and perhaps more so. Their curvature alone was simply fantastic, and the softness here was beyond belief. He found himself following that curvature right down into the nylon-filled crack of her ass, panting hotly against her slowly warming flesh and taking deep draughts of her supremely exotic and heavily musky scent. Around in front of her again to get that last garter, his fingers were barely functioning. The big bulge of the pussy he so adored was right there under the thinnest layer of the most tightly stretched cloth, and before he got that garter done he had to press his hot cheek against it and kiss it and plead with her again not to leave him alone.
"Oh, I'll come back," she said, and stepped out of the circle of his arms.
"Don't go, Mom. Please stay with me. I'll go down on you and eat you like you wanted me to if you'll stay."
She smiled. "No. I smell too musky."
"You don't! I didn't mean that! You smell just great, like flowers and... and I don't know what. Mom, please!"
She shook her head, breaking his heart. "If I stay and play with you some more, you'll just wind up laughing at me again. I don't appreciate that, and I certainly don't appreciate your threatening to tell people what we've done together when I was only trying to be nice to you."
"I didn't mean that. I was only kidding," he said, with a whining note in his voice that he hated but couldn't keep out. "I know what we did was a secret. I'd never tell."
She stood before her dresser mirror and patted her already perfectly arranged hair. "I'm not sure if I can believe that or not. I don't think I want to take the chance."
And then he saw that it was a small suitcase on the bed and that she was filling it with her clothes, and he began to weep in earnest and go forward on his knees to her with outstretched arms, sobbing, "Mom, don't go, don't leave me."
"I'll probably be back again in a few days," she said, while he hugged her about her grand big hips and wet the seat of her panties with his tears. "You know, if you carry out the threat you made and tell people what we've done, they won't take it lightly. They'll say I corrupted my son, and they could send me to jail for it.
"But I'd never tell! I'd never!" he declared, pressing his hot cheek harder against the two wonderfully big, soft mounds of her ass, hugging her more tightly still.
"And if I'm going to jail, I intend to have a good time before I go."
"Me send you to jail?!? Oh, Mom! Stay with me. Please don't go."
"Give me a reason to stay," she said, ruffling his hair as he rubbed his tear-streaked cheek against her nylon-smoothed hip, towering over him on her heels, smiling indulgently down on him.
"I'll eat you. I'll go down on you. I'll make you feel ten times better than you made me feel and I'll never make fun of you again!"
"Excuse me," she said, and walked out of the circle of his arms and back to the dresser.
She stood regarding him there for a moment, one hand on her hip, while he watched her with breathless hope in his heart. She was perfectly though scantily dressed, with the single exception being that one side of her panties' waistband had been pulled down by him in his tearful hugging. Now the waistband was stretched diagonally across her belly. Half an inch of the whitest flesh in the world showed between the top of the waistband and the bottom edge of the horizontal part of her black garter belt, and he couldn't keep from staring at it. Oh, I suppose I'll come back," she said, and carried another double handful of her gossamer undergarments to her open suitcase on the bed.
As she bent over it he could see a great deal of her buttocks, and the deep crack between its snowy white cheeks. He immediately went forward on his knees and put his mouth there. If his words and his tears wouldn't make her stay, perhaps kissing her ass would do the job.
She seemed to like it, for she made that little purring sound and waggled her hips back against his face. He liked it, too. Her perfume was strong and sweet there, and her flesh was just as smooth and soft and sweet as that of her tits. But he couldn't let himself like it too much. He couldn't let himself be carried away by it, for this was strictly for her. If he went down on her as she'd wanted him to do, if he kissed her below the waist with utter perfection, she might be his again, at least for now.
"Honey, you shouldn't be kissing me there," she said. "Is that a nice thing for a son to do?"
"Sure is," he said, mouthing wet kisses on the two broadly deep dimples that marked the points of her pelvis, right at the top edge of her garter belt.
"You'd better stop, honey, I can't think straight when you do things like that."
"In a minute, Mom," he said, and lowered his kisses to the arched area of softer flesh between her garter belt and her rolled down panties. He had his hands on her hips, pulling her lightly back against him as he tasted her talcum-smooth buttocks with his lips and tongue. She squirmed her hips and not with an impatience to go. With growing confidence but with consummate care he began kissing her right at the top of the broad valley that would lead into the deep cleft of her ass, turning his head to spread his kisses, concentrating on perfection in every kiss.
She took a deep breath and blew it out, and she leaned forward with both hands on the bed, altering the delicious curves of her bottom for him.
"Really, honey," she said. "We ought to just sit down and talk this over before we both get carried away."
"You've got a beautiful ass, Mom. Big and beautiful," he said, and calmly rolled her tight, tight panties farther down her hips, and slipped his slick tongue down into the deeper crack he'd exposed.
"I've never felt anything like this before," she murmured, and gently rotated her luscious big hips.
He smiled and pulled her panties down further. He pulled the very tight seat of them down until all of her big white ass was bare from just under her garter belt to the band of black nylon that was rolled and bunched just under the big mounds of her quivering buttocks. The smoothness and softness was beyond belief, but Eric didn't draw back to admire it. Now it was too deep for him to reach the bottom of her crack with his tongue. The farther he went in it, the warmer and sweeter it got, and he moved his hands back there and spread the yielding mounds with his thumbs.
"Better stop now, honey," she said. "You're... getting me too excited. Stop, honey. I'll... go to bed with you now. I won't leave you..."
As gently but as firmly as he could, Eric pulled her buttocks apart just as far as they would go. He saw her anus then for a moment. He saw a tight little puckered mouth that wasn't at all unattractive. It looked soft, and it looked as if it was just waiting to be kissed, so he wet his lips with his tongue and Frenched her there.
"Eric, darling!" she said with a gasp, and her hips snapped back for a moment, allowing him to drive his tongue deeper into her hole and jamming the soft flesh harder against his cheeks. "Eric, that's going too far..." she moaned, and reached down between her parted legs and stroked his chin.
He pulled away from her enticing fingers and got his breath a bit as he covered her whole upturned ass with kisses. He jerked her bunched panties down a bit more and returned to her asshole, probing deep, eliciting sighs and moans and purrs and squirmings from his adored one.
"Nobody. Nobody ever before..." she murmured, body softly heaving with her breathing, hips constantly squirming now.
He drew back and bit the fattest part of her asscheek just as she'd taught him to nip her nipple with his teeth. He needed no instruction on how to tickle and touch up between her spread legs with his hands.
Before he could French her butt-hole again she took a deep breath and straightened up, turned around in the circle of his arms and smiled radiantly down at him. There were tears in her eyes as she bent and kissed him on the mouth, but there was no sadness in the way she used her tongue on him. Their ardor was back, stronger than before, and calmer now.
Chapter 5
"Did that make you cum?"
She shook her head and smiled. "I honestly don't know. It was something too new to me. I don't know if I was having one big steady orgasm or if it just felt too new and strange and good for me to orgasm from it this time at all."
"This time," he said. "Then I am going to get to do it again?"
She smiled and kissed him again, stroked his cheeks with her hands while he gently felt of her tits with his. Their tears were gone, their eyes were sparkling with joy and happiness as their lips parted.
"Now I want to lick your pussy," he said.
A delicious tremor rippled through her and she said, "You're going to like it, dear. So am I. I'll really come for you that way. It's just wonderful how excited you can get me."
"Me, too," he said with a grin.
"I wore my sexiest lingerie for you. I knew you'd like it. Do you want me naked now?"
"Later," he said, and she kissed him and straightened up for him and posed in close-up view now. She was as pornographically beautiful as ever, perhaps more so, for now her sheer black panties were a thin ebony roll that girded her lush body just below her elegantly big hips. Her soft blonde pubic hair crept up from the black rope of nylon in a delicate fan to grace her perfect, slightly bulging tummy. Her hips were intriguingly cocked to one side. He waited and watched with joyful patience as she slid her soft hands over her softer flesh. They had time now. Plenty of it.
She reached down between her parted legs, cocked an eyebrow in mock apology and said, "My panties are all wet. I am too."
He nodded, spreading the wetness of himself over his knob head with the ball of his thumb.
With alternating tilting of her hips, she rolled her panties into a tighter rope of nylon as they came down over her hips and thighs. It was a beautiful thing to see, the downward descent of her panties over the white of her thighs and the dazzling gray of her hose, but Eric kept glancing up to her crotch. He was just catching glimpses of it as she removed her panties. Betty was purposely doing it that way, teasing him, and he knew it and he liked it.
She steadied herself with one hand on his head while she took her panties off over her spiked heels, and still he didn't get a clear view of her pussy, for then she stood up with the black nylon bunched in her hand and blotted herself up between her legs with it.
"My cunt's just sopping wet," she said.
"Let me see it before I kiss it."
She cast the panties aside and opened her legs, and she looked down with Eric as she parted the sweetly hairy flesh there with her fingers. It was all glistening and pink among the gold, and now he had a clear view of the hot little organ that was her clitoris, and that she'd already taught him how to caress with his fingers. Before he'd studied her pussy nearly long enough, he was compelled to lean forward and smack a wet kiss, right on the tiny throbbing finger of her clit.
"Honey, wait till I sit down!" she said, and her body stiffened and jerked, and she closed her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer to her.
He grabbed her hips to kiss her harder, sucking on her clit and stabbing the point of his tongue against it, and she cried out in sweet agony and threw herself back on the bed, holding onto his head with both hands now.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she called out. "I'm coming already!"
She threw her legs high and wide in the air, and he squeezed her soft hips hard and sucked and kissed with fervor. The bed was creaking and groaning under her thrashings and kicking while she cried out in deepest ecstatic delirium and he went on kissing her cunt. He'd been a little afraid of the taste of her before but now he found he loved it. His entire lower face was buried in the soft moist folds of her quivering cunt, his nostrils were buried in her wet hair, and his eyes were fixed forward on her beautiful body as it thrashed and crashed and heaved and bucked on the bed.
"More, don't stop..." she called out in seeming anguish.
"A lot more," he murmured, and took a new hold with his lips on her clit.
"Darling, I'm coming again..." she moaned, body going rigid now, shivering and shaking and writhing very slowly.
He nodded, still sucking, looking up over the snowy undulating plain of her black-striped belly to the quivering mountains of her tits.
"Ahhhhh... " she said, as she was able to get her two spiked heels dug into the edge of the mattress and push her heavily orgasming cunt up against the hard sucking mouth of her son. She wanted to rip her lingerie off, but she knew he liked to see her that way, and that turned her on even more. She put her hands on her nyloned knees and pushed them farther apart for him, and he sucked and licked right down to her sex hole and back, then tilted his head to the side and took a new bite on her clit.
"Mmmmmm..." he said, as the taste and feel of hot wet cunt permeated throughout his young body. With her hands gone somewhere else, he used his fingers to stretch her sweet flesh open wider for his kisses. She'd broken one bra strap with the contortions she was doing on the bed and one of her tits was lolling nakedly on her sweating chest. He wanted to grab it, but there was no way in the world he could take his fingers from the sex flesh he was sucking on. From the corner of his eye he could see that her hands were on her knees, and that her nails had run the stretched nylon hose there. It was almost frightening the way she was throwing herself around on the bed from his kisses, but it wasn't frightening enough for him to quit.
"Stick your tongue in my hole for just a second," she gasped. "Ohhhhh... " she groaned, louder and louder, as she wriggled her hips and pushed herself down on his penetrating tongue.
He stuck it in just as far as he could, needing to taste her as purely as he was able to taste her, and mashing his mouth against the portals of her cunt. Just for a second, she'd said, but a second wasn't long enough. He held onto her asscheeks hard with both hands, letting her cuntlips close on his face, and he burrowed deeper with his flicking tongue and ground his mouth hard on hers.
Her body was very rigid again as she lay there with her legs spread as far as they would go. She was making mixed sobs and groans as he got at her cunt with his mouth and her clit with his nose. Her cunt was in the black frame of her garter belt and her garters, her big bare nipple was hard as could be and trembling. Her torso was arched into a quivering bow, waiting for another big orgasm to explode through it while he kissed her cunt and the sex juice laved his tongue and trickled down his throat and tickled down through the open crack of her ass.
"Uh, uh, uh," she said, kicking her feet and jerking her body as it started to happen again. She didn't know how many times she'd cum by then, and she didn't care. Each was better than the last, and this was the one that had hold of her now.
"Oh... God... damn," she said, in time with the thrusting of her hips, though he needed no commands to continue. "Don't stop," she squealed, and one shoe flew off her kicking foot, and she felt the other bra strap go.
"I'm not about to stop," Eric murmured, and got his hands under her thighs and pushed them up toward her head as far as he could.
Immediately her hands encircled them under her knees and pulled them farther. Now she was completely open down there from her asshole to her clit, and Eric took a good long hungry look at her lovely wet luscious sex before he began to feverishly lick her and suck her from top to bottom and back again. She was still eking great pleasure out of the orgasm when she told him to quit for a moment.
"Quit and fuck me now, honey," she said, exhausted but filled with energy, smiling warmly at his flushed wet face as it arose. "Fuck me in the ass. I want to see how that feels, and so do you."
"Yeah," he said, and fitted the knob of his cock there and pushed it right in.
She was all slick and wet there. It didn't hurt a bit. Hurt? On the contrary, it felt just marvelous. The first penetration was every bit as good as the first she'd felt in her cunt, years and years ago, and when he started to move, it felt even better.
"You're tighter here," he said, sliding it in and out as he looked down, watching.
"You like it better than my cunt, honey?"
He shook his head. "Nothing's better than your cunt."
"Stick your cock in me there now."
"Plenty of time for that later. Tomorrow. The next day."
"Forever."
"It really excited me making you cum like that."
"Mmmmm... it was so good. You're such a good lover, such a good pussy licker. You liked it?"
He licked his lips, smiling, still moving his cock in her butt. "I loved it. I wish I could kiss your cunt while I was fucking you."
"Me too, but this is just awfully good right now. Touch it, honey. Just touch it once and I'll cum for you."
He grinned. "Where? Here?" he said, and touched her with both hands at once, slipping fingers in her hole, pulling and pushing on her clit, watching and feeling himself cum with gloating satisfaction while this sexiest woman in all the world went through her best orgasmic dance yet for him.
Her make-up was all smeared and her smooth face was contorted into a grimace of lustful joy. Her careful hairdo was a tumble of damp yellow curls around her rocking head. Her tits had burst free of their bonds and were flopping back and forth on her chest. Her hose were torn and only her garter belt was in place, and this was bunched up around her waist and not doing a bit of good. One shoe and one earring was missing, she was sweating and her perfume was blended with the smell of raw sex, and she was absolutely beautiful to him, even after the last drops of his semen had flowed with such delight into her body and they were both sighing and smiling and relaxing together.
He leaned forward on her and hugged her about the waist, happy, content. "Can I get you anything, Mom?"
She hugged him back, drew him up and kissed him. "I have everything I need."
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