The human body is a marvelous thing, the human mind complex almost beyond understanding. But scientists have been studying our own makeup for many years now, and at last we have gained a measure of insight into the way our cells work, the way our emotions react. We know why we respond in the way that we do to the people around us-why, in short, we love.
For love exists only in answer to the needs of our body and our mind. We seek companionship, for humans are by nature gregarious; those who prefer to be alone are freaks, shunned by the greater society. We seek marriage, for in that we achieve companionship-and we also answer another need of our bodies, by responding to the need for preservation of the race.
For love is something more than a desire not to be alone, to share with another. On that level it may be said to be entirely emotional-but on another level, love is dictated only by that demand to keep producing children. Perhaps it is then only lust, but it is an even stronger force than that of wanting to avoid loneliness.
Just how much of love is dictated by our body? More than we may realize. There are times when lust overcomes all of the lesser emotions, drives us on to seeking sexual release in whatever form needed. Lust is the force behind rape, behind sexual sins of all sort.
The more controlled among us will resort in such instances to masturbation-but if something more is available, we will turn to that instead, for masturbation is by nature a lonely vice. There are few who are onanists by complete preference.
Mary Ellen Melton, the subject of this novel, is a woman of strong sexual needs. Until now, her husband has been able to fill those needs, for he is equally strong. But now they have been separated, he forced to leave for a period of several weeks. She has been interested only in him-but now her body is making its demands known, its lust overriding her love. She is forced at last to seek release from the insatiable cravings of her body-forced to turn to the only other release readily available. She turns to her sons....
Is this woman evil, to corrupt young boys-her own flesh and blood? Perhaps, but even boys are human beings, with strong bodily needs, sexual desires. We laugh when they masturbate. Is it then any more wrong that their energies should be given to their mother?
CHAPTER ONE
"Take it easy, Tom-hey!" The girl giggled. "Watch it! You'll rip my skirt!"
The clear young voice cut through the fog of sleep that had captured Mary Ellen Melton. She opened her eyes, blinking a moment at the touch of the dappled sunlight that fell through the leaves of the tree over her head.
"Come on, Kelly!" The boy was almost begging in his frustration. "Stop screwin' around and get down here where I can get to work on you. This was your idea, you know, not mine!"
"That's no excuse for you to maul me!"
"Damn it, take the skirt off them. What kind of a tease do you think you're pullin'? You get a guy all hot and horny, and then you want to play games. I make my fuckin' serious, so make up your goddamn mind!"
Mary Ellen brought her hand to her forehead, brushing a lock of her gold-red hair back from her eyes. She had shifted in her sleep so that her blouse was riding up from her waist, bunching just below the heavy swell of her tits. She sat up, tugging it down, her breasts bobbing freely with their escape from the bra that she had left at home.
"Ooooh,Tom! Ohhhh!"
"You dig that, huh? Wait till I get something bigger than my finger in there. How do you like the size of Johnny?"
"Not bad," the girl said, admiringly. "It's not the biggest cock I've ever seen, but it's better than a toothpick."
"Oh, yeah! Just where have you seen a bigger dick than mine?"
"Oh, hanging around-ouch! Take it easy, you don't have to rape me! All you guys have on your mind is getting into a girl's panties, no consideration for what we want at all. Don't come on so strong, boy-I'll tell you when."
"You're gonna make me cum in my hand, damn it! Come on, Kelly, let me in!"
The voices were coming from a grove of alder bushes not more than fifty feet from where Mary Ellen had chosen for her nap. At this time of morning the river bank was usually deserted. What were kids doing here now?
She stood up, brushing off the back of her skirt and reaching into her crotch to adjust her panties. Her fingers touched dampness....Christ, she had been dreaming about Chuck again! Now it seemed as though she remembered the dream-feeling of his eight inches moving heavily in and out of her cunt, and her ass-hole tightened in frustration. Three weeks her husband had been back east, and it would be another full seven days before she would have him touching up against her naked body again, feel the weight of his cock and balls moving between her thighs as his hands hungrily lifted her tits, his mouth moving down from her lips to her nipples to her twat....
Jesus! If this didn't stop she'd go out of her mind! Three weeks without Chuck's cock after fifteen years of marriage in which they had never been separated more than the four days she spent in the hospital having her babies! Even during the last months of pregnancy, Chuck's cock had been there for her to suck, his fingers always ready to massage her clit.
Her fingers lifted her skirt again, moving to the terrible itching that tormented her. It wasn't very far inside the lips of her cunt, it should be easy to reach in and grab it, rub it, stop it....
"Oh-ohhhhh! Ahhhhh, Tom!"
The cry of pleasure stopped her before she could lower her panties. Now she was staring at the bushes, at the place where the voices were making no effort to hide their sexual activities, as though the kids didn't give a damn whether they were discovered or not. The brush was too thick to see through, but a little knoll rose from the edge of the river, breaking above the level of the alders. Mary Ellen moved toward it, a big woman in her middle thirties, her tits riding firm and strong before her, despite the discarded support.
She had left the bra home that morning because she could not stand the pressure against the sensitive nipples, her finger brushing the left one now. The spongy nubbin was standing hard from the desire of the just-ended dream, and it felt as though sucking lips had just left it. Mary Ellen loved the feeling that shot across her as a mouth fastened to the brown ring, sucking greedily as hands caressed the shape of the swelling globes. Chuck tried to please her as often as he could, but her needs were greater than he could satisfy. For that reason she had not weaned her boys until they were five, then broke them of her tits only because Chuck insisted that the boys could not be sent to school with a desire for every rich-shaped tit they saw. The twins were twelve now, and for the last seven years she had missed the weight of their naked bodies straddling her thighs as their always-hungry lips pulled the milk down from her fountains. There were times that she thought about having another kid just to return to that pleasure.
Oh, God! The horny itch in her crotch was worse than ever as she remembered the lost joy, and it was all she could do to not plunge her fingers into her cunt right now. But she was almost above the protective screen. And now she could see the kids below her. They were a lot closer than she thought, resting halfway up the knoll, and she pulled back out of sight.
"Oh, Jesus, Kelly!" the boy's pants and underpants were off, leaving the pale egg-shaped globes of his buttocks rising above the tanned skin of his legs and bobbing against the dark red of his polo shirt as he rode back out of the girl's thighs. Then he dropped into her again, shoulders quivering with sheer pleasure as he bottomed out.
"Oh, Tom! Ohhhhhh!"
The girl was completely naked, her long dark hair swirling out around her head, and as the boy rode up Mary Ellen caught a quick glimpse of soft young tits just developing, almost flattened. The boy was making no effort to hold himself over her, keep his weight above her, and her frame was shaking each time that he threw his weight down again. She was working against him with her hips on each out-stroke, but it was an uncertain rhythm, erratic, her hands now clutching at his rib cage and now falling flat up by her shoulders.
"Christ!" The boy's face seemed transported with his joy, with the sheer pleasure of riding over the girl. His mouth gaped open in a wide smile of satisfied delight as he fought for breath to keep up the pace of his fucking. "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, Kelly! Hold me, damn it! Hold onto me!"
Now she was doing as he asked, arms wrapping around him, hips riding spasmodically against each thrust of his working cock as though she were trying to take more of him into her gaping opening. Their breath was coming in rhythm now, short pants as they forced air in and out of their lungs, the boy's cock almost riding completely out of her tight, tender outer lips at the top of his backstroke. Not knowing what she was doing, Mary Ellen moved closer to them, to where she could actually see the shaft of his cock at the top of his stroke, the swollen flesh glistening with the juices of the girl's cunt. His balls were drawn up tight at the stem of his cock, a wrinkled darker brown sac that was surrounded by tight curls of his wiry hair.
She could no longer help herself: her hand was inside her panties now, middle finger probing deep between the outer lips, sliding up the damp passage to touch the button of her clit. The first contact sent an electric tingle coursing through her veins and nerves, and she shivered, biting down on her lower lip. Another finger joined the first, and she was working the shape of the tiny cocklet, rubbing herself into an intensity of passion that rivaled that of the children below her.
"Oh, fuck!" the boy cried. "Jesus fuck me! I'm cumming, Kelly! I can't help it, I gotta! Oh sweet mother of love, I'm cummminnnnnnggggg!"
The girl gasped, her hands clawing at his back now, ass rising completely off the ground to meet his plunging downstroke. A wisp of hair was caught in the corner of her mouth, sucked between her lips, but she could not spare the effort to pull it free as she worked against him.
Mary Ellen stared avidly at the pair as they entered the throes of their final passion, cumming together as their bodies met completely. The boy threw his ass between the girl's legs one final time and held it there even as she still tried to work against him, tried to throw her hips up at him, his ass quivering as his cock worked to throw his load deep into her cunt. His arms were wrapped completely around her now, his face pressed against her neck, eyes staring wildly as his body drained itself of the manufactured passion of their fucking-Eyes staring straight at Mary Ellen!
The woman caught herself at that instant, but it was too late: her juices were flowing now, her climax filling her cunt, making her shiver as her spunk flowed out over her fingers. The boy was looking straight at her, at her hand inside her crotch, the wide smile of pleasure slowly disappearing. He worked a few final times against the girl, then their movements quieted, stopped, but his eyes never left Mary Ellen's face.
The woman's back arched, throwing her tits forward and into prominence, her hand slipping now from between her legs. But her panties were halfway down her thighs, her skirt up far enough so that the boy could not help but see straight into her pussy. She knew that she should close her legs, adjust her clothing, but some perverse imp of desire kept her in that position, open to him, until at last her body stopped working and the cum stopped flowing. Only then did she sink to her knees, gasping for breath.
The boy smiled again, and the woman instantly saw the evil in it. He turned to probe the girl's ear with his tongue, and kissed her lightly.
"Kelly? We got an audience."
"What?" She tried to push him away, her hands forcing him to rise above her, as she twisted around. "Who-who is that?"
The boy-moved out of her cunt now, his cock sliding free with an audible sound as he rose up on his knees, then settled back on his haunches, the softening tube of his cock dropping into the crack between his legs. He was younger than Mary Ellen had first thought, no more than thirteen; there wasn't a sign of hair on his body except for the bush that ringed his cock.
"I don't know," he said, still looking at Mary Ellen. "Some dirty old woman. See enough, lady?"
The girl was lifting her leg around him now, then turning over and rising to stare at Mary Ellen, a length of her hair hanging down over one shoulder to cover the left breast. She seemed more wanton than ever more sexually desirable in that half-revealed pose, and despite the climax that had just flooded her legs, Mary Ellen felt a renewed stirring in her loins.
Christ! What was the matter with her? The sight of two young kids was enough to make her horny-make her want that boy's cock!
She knew she could get into trouble if she stayed here, should get up this very minute, get away as fast as possible and forget what she had seen. She should ... but her burning crotch seemed to nail her to the position. Her fingers trailed in her sopping bush again as she stared at the boy, tongue darting hungrily over her lips.
"What ... ? " She swallowed her croaking voice, and tried again. "Why aren't you kids in school?"
"We're criminals," the boy said, insolently.
"Who gives a fuck for school when there's fucking outside? You gonna call the cops on us?"
Oh, God! Let her die, let the ground open up and swallow her embarrassment! Mary Ellen stood then, hobbled by the panties about her thighs. She reached down to pull them up, and suddenly pushed them down to her ankles, kicked them completely off. They were soaked anyway, probably ruined, so why bother to take them home?
She smoothed the sides of her skirt, palms damp with perspiration as well as the cunt juices that had oozed down from her fingers. Her tits were throbbing with the need to be sucked, her cunt burning with the desire for a cock-even this boy's cock!
Oh, Jesus, Chuck! Forgive me, but I can't help myself! I've got to do it, take him!
She was actually walking toward them now, her feet moving on the demand of her cunt rather than under control of her brain. Her blouse was out of her skirt, and now her fingers went to the buttons, loosening them until her great swelling breasts were almost breaking free of the restraint of the fabric.
And now the boy was frightened, staring at her as though she were a madwoman. He rose slowly, stepping back, looking to where he had tossed his pants and his undershorts as though wanting to grab them. But they were too far away. His cock bobbed up and down, still semierect, as he moved back another step.
"Hey, lady! Take it easy!"
He held out his hands as though to ward her off, and now it was Mary Ellen's turn to smile. She stopped, to reassure him.
"I'm not going to hurt you," she said. She glanced at the girl. "Either of you."
"What do you want?" the boy asked, suspicious.
She took a deep breath. "I want to be fucked."
There, it was out. There was no calling the words back, not that she wanted to change them in any way. She did want to be fucked-she needed to be fucked in the worst way! Her fingers were not enough, even though Chuck had in a joking way made her promise to make them her lovers that last night before he left. Not that he was worried about competition from other men, and not that Mary Ellen would have ever considered another man, no matter how hot and horny she was feeling. Her marriage was too strong for that; she was too much in love with her husband.
But ... this boy wasn't another man. At least, not yet he wasn't. Nor would he be any sort of competition to Chuck for at least six or seven years. At nineteen or twenty he might be handsome, even desirable, but right now he still looked like a young boy. Certainly he was no older than her sons. The only area in which he had matured was in his cock, that sweet-looking instrument that poked boldly from his groin, its head probing toward Mary Ellen as though it were a guided missile seeking the heat of her cunt.
Even there he was no match for Chuck's eight inches, and no more than half as thick. But Mary Ellen knew that her husband was unusually blessed. She had heard enough of her girl friends and her neighbors complaining about their lovers and husbands in the equipment area to know how lucky she was to have Chuck. This boy was certainly enough to satisfy a great many women even now, and by the time he achieved his full growth he might be able to give even Chuck serious competition.
The boy stared at her in disbelief, but there was hope in his eyes, as though he did want to believe after all. His glance fell to the swell of her tits, took in the fantastic rise of the globes, and now Mary Ellen sucked in air to lift them higher, and reached up to undo the last buttons holding her blouse together. The strain of the fabric made the cloth almost jump away from covering her, sliding halfway back on either tit so that he could see the silver-dollar size aureoles, the two brown erections that pointed straight at him, begging him to come closer and touch them, brush them, suck them.
"Jeeeeeezus!" he said, swallowing. "Kelly?"
The girl was staring as well, and now Mary Ellen began to unzip her skirt, shrugging out of her blouse and letting the lower garment fall to her ankles. She stepped out of it and stood naked before them, an amazon woman, except that her breasts and her cunt weren't shielded in heavy armor that would fight off the approach of any male, whether intent on lust or murder.
She threw her shoulders back, eyes closing as a sigh escaped her lips. Her teeth moved over her lower lip, jaw jutting forward so that her lip curled completely inside the bottom teeth, and her hands moved first to her hips, and then up to cup her breasts.
"Well?" she said, opening her eyes again and capturing the transfixed boy. "What are you going to do?"
"Kelly?" he asked again, but the girl was speechless. She could only watch as Mary Ellen took another step toward the boy, and then a second, reaching out to take his hands and lift them to her breasts. He swallowed again as he lifted the weight of her tits, each almost as big as his head, his cock now standing straight up, almost pressing against his belly with the force of his erection. His mouth gaped open as he stared at her nipples, tongue moving out until the tip barely showed.
"Kiss them," she said, softly, reaching out to rest her hand on his shoulder. He hesitated a moment longer, and then was stepping into the sudden crush of her arms, his face at the level of her breasts and going between them as she wrapped her arms around him, her hands going to the back of his head.
She felt the burning rod of his cock probing upward against her thigh, poking toward the entrance to her cunt, and could not help sagging against him until the fiery head was touching the outer lips, sliding through the cum-soaked hair of her bush. Her hands slid down his back, then up again, under his shirt this time, and then she reached down to rub his ass cheeks as the boy touched his lips to her right nipple. His mouth seemed dry, parched, his teeth clenched tight together at the first uncertain contact, and then they were opening to release his tongue from the prison of his mouth, and now he was letting his lips slide over the bulk of her tit, pressing them hard against her flesh as he began to suck in the spongy erection that was as big as the last joint of his ring finger.
"Ohhhhhhh, Christ!"
Mary Ellen felt as though she must swoon in sheer pleasure as her hands went again to the back of the boy's head, pressing him tight against her, trying to force more of her tit flesh into that wonderful sucking mouth. After the first nervous lifting of her weight, the boy's hands had moved away, as though he were afraid; but now he touched her sides, and moved up to fondle the tit he was sucking, the other hand going around her back.
He swallowed, and the stab of joy fired through the whole tit. Mary Ellen wished that she still had her milk to give him as reward for the wonderful thing he was doing to her, for her. She could no longer hold herself up, could not stand; her legs were collapsing beneath her, carrying her down to the ground, the boy forced to follow in the prison of her arms. She sank to first a kneeling position, and then was moving down, legs shifting beneath her, until she was laying flat, the boy moving up over her now until she was completely beneath him, felt his slight weight distributed from her tits down to her feet. He continued to suck at her nipple, but now his cock was probing forward, trying to slide between her thighs, reach against her gaping cunt.
"Aggggghhhhhhh, God!"
Her legs seemed to open automatically, and now the boy's ass was rising above her, his back curving as he brought his cock to her and achieved the first penetration. Her outer lips opened to accept his cockhead, and another shiver ran across her spine as his teeth broke from her nipple, his face looking up between the cleft of her tits to stare straight into her face.
"Jeeezus, lady!" he said, softly. "You really want me to do this to you?"
Mary Ellen laughed. "It's kind of late to back out now, isn't it? Come on, honey, come in to me!"
Her arms loosened to let him slide farther up on her body, and in the very same movement six and a half inches of his sweet young boy cock plunged deep into her hungry pussy. The slender cockhead met no resistance as it moved through the soft walls of her cunt, Mary Ellen's stomach tightening as she willed the boy's cock to fill her completely. The force of her desire seemed to suck at his burning length, swallowing him in as her hands slid down to clasp at the shape of his buttocks, pulling him tighter, her back arching now with the thrill of his cockhead sliding across the detonator of her clit.
"Oh, God! Oh, honey!"
Eyes closed tight against the pure joy that had captured her, she refused to loosen her hold on his ass, forced him to stay completely within her until at last her own desire started the walls of her cunt in a massage of his cock length, started to work him back and forth. Only then did she let her grip relax, moving up his back again, sliding under his shirt to hold him down against the bulk of her tits as he began to fuck into her. She wanted to swallow the boy completely within her cunt, feel his whole goddamn loving sweet boy body inside her flesh, inside her womb. The boy seemed to weigh no more than a feather as he rode on top of her, his arms clutching at her sides as his face burrowed again into the valley between her tits.
"Oh, Jesus!" he cried. "You're hurting me, Mama!"
"Oh, fuck!" cried Mary Ellen. "Fuck me, honey, fuck meeeee!"
He rode into her a dozen strokes and then a dozen more, and she felt the stirring in her loins, the explosion rising within her, unable to restrain herself from bursting out against him.
The boy was caught up in the heat of Mary Ellen's passion, his body responding to each shivering jerk of her hips as her cunt poured up the juices of her desire, flooding his cock, flooding their crotches, soaking down her thighs and into the ground. He was still fucking into her as she responded to the signals coming from deep inside, not stopping even as her spasms finally slowed, stopped, his cock slamming against the softness of her spreading outer lips, the cockhead ripping up through the wet interior, riding across the top of her channel.
She sighed, tits heaving heavily as she forced air into her lungs, staring unseeing toward the girl. Her hands had dropped to her sides, but as the boy continued fucking she reached up to him again, looked up at him, staring deep into the intensity of his eyes. He caught her gaze and stared back at her, smiling again-no longer a grin of evil, even though his tongue was still poking precariously through his clenched teeth. Now he looked more like a little boy, intent on some serious little boy project....
But this was no little boy cock plunging deep into her, making her feel his force all the way into her guts. The first explosion had momentarily drained her of passion and desire, but now the boy's determined fucking was awakening her own responses again, bringing the fire back to the walls of her passage. She felt the tiny ring of cock hair deep within the outer lips as he plunged all the way down into her, and she tried to capture him there, tried to use the strength of her cunt walls to swallow him deeper. But he was lubricated with the juices of both their desires, his cockhead wet with its own fucking into the girl and with the pre-seminal liquid of his new encounter-and infinitely more wet with Mary Ellen's cum.
He was gasping for breath, the pace of his stroking intensifying as his chest bounced against her tits, slapped against them, the massive mammaries bouncing aside when he rose up again. Sweat completely coated the boy's body now as Mary Ellen ran her hands over his back, and now she was grabbing on to him again, pulling him down tighter against her body, trying once more to take him all the way into her womb as her as? rose with him on each out-stroke, slammed painfully against the grassy ground on each downstroke.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "Oh sweet loving god of all men and women and fucking! Do it to me, honey, fuck me! Feed it to me! Fuck meeeeee!"
"Yeah, Mama!" The words slid between his still-clenched teeth as he concentrated on driving his cock against her resisting flesh, felt his hot rod moving through the clenching wails of her cunt, the flesh rippling away before him, then coming back along the length of him to encourage him in the strength of his fucking. He threw himself completely into her, then started to withdraw, Mary Ellen milking him as the walls of her cunt tried to hold him inside, tried to masturbate him to another explosion of ball-juice.
The spark of fire started deep within his balls, tiny at first but growing constantly as the flame was fed by the adrenalin in his bloodstream, his cock was fed by the heated blood of his passion, swollen and engorged until it was larger than it had ever been before. His balls were working heavily now, his cock throwing the first spirulettes of his sperm. deep within her receptacle even as he continued the fucking strokes, as the Woman forced him to continue the mad ride into her cunt. It seemed as though a red-hot corkscrew was suddenly jammed into his ass-hole, tightening another turn with every fucking stroke until the life force was being pulled from every extremity of his body, from every organ in his trunk, heart and lungs and belly throbbing as they worked together to produce the burning white fluid that bore his seed.
"Oh, Jesus!" cried the woman, nails digging through his shirt and into the flesh of his back.
"Oh, fuck Mama!" cried the boy, riding across her, trying to stay with her as the woman took complete control of their fucking.
"Oh, God-ahhhhhh fuck!"
"Help'me, Mama! Help me fuck Mama! Fuck Mama!"
"Aggggghhhhhh!"
"I'm cumminnnnnggggg!"
"I'm cumminnnnngggggg!" she cried at the same time, back arching, shoulders throwing up against him as she tried to take ever more of him, feeling every last fraction of an inch of him. His cock expanded within her cunt, swelling constantly until it seemed as though it must burst with the pressure of the cum that it was throwing out, the boy fucking now in strokes of no more than an inch or two, no longer able to withdraw all the way, no longer able to force himself completely within her. His balls pumped and pumped as Mary Ellen's cunt responded and once more reached the impossible electric heaven of total climax, flooding back against him, their cum mixing together and spilling out over them, alongside the shaft of his cock, covering his balls, creeping up the line that ran from the head of his cock all the way back to his ass-hole.
The boy rocked above her, held himself over her as his stomach muscles tightened in the last spewing of his cum. And then he was collapsing, completely and all of a sudden, falling heavily now across her swollen tits, his face hitting against one of them with a wet sound. His eyes were open and staring at the other tit without seeing it as he rose and fell above her with the force of Mary Ellen's own breathing.
The woman swallowed, feeling an ache that started in her shoulders and ran all the way down to her fingertips, still gasping for breath that burned as it was sucked into her lungs. The boy's cock was still buried within her, but it was softening now as the blood moved back into his veins and toward his heart for replenishment, and now the soft tube was moving out of her under the force of her wet cunt walls shoving against its soaked flesh, until the cock dropped completely free, was pressed across the length of her slit.
Mary Ellen shook her head once, reached up to brush at a sweat-soaked lock of hair that had fallen across her face. The boy's eyes were closed now in exhaustion, as his body tried to find new strength in sleep; he was no longer awake suddenly, still riding above her with her breathing, but completely out of it.
Mary Ellen smiled, and looked again toward the girl, seeing now that she had been watching in absorbed fascination, kneeling no more than two feet away from the fucking pair, close enough that she could reach out and touch them. Now the woman held out her hand, and the girl took it, reluctantly, still frightened.
"Don't worry, honey," she said. "Nothing bad is going to happen."
She stared at the child's eyes, and then let her gaze drop down the length of the just-developing body, across the soft swell of the new-growing tits to her lean belly and slender hips-and at last to the center of desire. The girl's knees were parted far enough to let her cunt gape open, revealing the inner folds of flesh and even the tiny almost-invisible swell of her clit. Mary Ellen smiled again, remembering another girl she had studied in just that way, when she had been no older than this child now, and suddenly she was reaching out to touch her there, her fingers sliding down the outer lips of the young cunt, one probing between the labia to reach back to rub the clit.
"Ohhhh!" The girl gasped at the first contact, then she was opening her legs farther, leaning back to bring her cunt into greater prominence, supporting herself with her hands flat against the ground. "Ohhhhhh!"
Mary Ellen bit down on her hp as she moved a second finger within the girl's cunt, massaged the inner walls of her sex, but now the girl was gasping again, and flooding the woman's fingers with her own juices, her own cum. Her face was masked with embarrassment, but she made no move to shift position, to draw away from Mary Ellen's fingers, until at last her spending was finished. Then she was too embarrassed to speak.
The woman looked back at the boy, and saw that his eyes were open again-he had seen what she done. There was a questioning look on his face, and now he raised himself above her, held himself over her body for a minute. Then he scrambled off her, stood, his cock glistening with the mixture of their cummings.
"Jeez, lady! You're somethin' else!"
She sighed, and smiled. "Do you two come here often?"
"Nahhh! We wasn't gonna come at all, but we both had substitute teachers today, so we cut out after attendance was taken."
"What school do you attend?"
"Nixon Junior High," the boy said.
"Oh? My son goes there. Charles Melton, Junior. Do you know him?"
Even as she said it, Mary Ellen knew that she should never haw revealed that information, never have given these children any clue as to her identity. But it v..s too late; the damage was done. And the boy was nodding.
"Yeah, sure. I know Chuck. We're in the same homeroom."
"Well, don't teU him you met his mother this morning."
"Hey, you ain't gotta worry about that, la-Mrs. Melton. I ain't gonna tell nobody nothin'! Neither will Kelly, will ya?"
"No way!" the girl said, shaking her head violently. "I can keep my mouth shut, don't worry."
"Jeez!" the boy said again. "Oh, God, I feel like my balls are bigger than baseballs. My cock feels like somebody ran a hot wire up it. I ain't never felt nothin' like this before!"
"You gave me a good ride yourself," said Mary Ellen. "But honey, what sort of precautions have you taken?" She looked now at the girl. "There's a whole lot of his seed inside you. You don't want to make a baby out of this, do you?"
"Uh-unh!" she said, shaking her head.
"Hey, Kelly, you're takin' the pill, ain't you?" The boy was suddenly worried.
"You know it!" said the girl. "My Mom put me on the pill the first time I had a period. I tried to tell her that I didn't do any screwing around, but she made me take the pill anyhow. Now I'm glad she did."
The girl stood herself, standing by the boy, their fingers twining together. As she stared at him, Mary Ellen saw that they were as much in love as two horny youngsters could be. They made an attractive pair, standing there naked together, almost naked, in the case of the boy; he still had his red shirt on. But they were almost the same size, and each was lean and lithe, with long legs and attractive faces. Dress them, and they could be the perfect model for a photo portrait of young love, but leave them naked, and they were even more the essence of physical desire that brought male and female together, once their bodies had broken through the barrier of puberty.
Suddenly Mary Ellen was rising to her knees, reaching out to bring the children closer to her. The boy's cock was pointing between her tits, and so she sank down until it was at the level of her chin and reached out with her lips to suck it into her mouth.
"Hey-ahhhhh!"
He stiffened, his hand still holding the girl's, and probed forward with his groin, his cock quickly stirring to life again as she sucked down on it. Now the woman's nose was against his belly, the boy's balls tightening as they rode up across her chin. She put her arms around them, drawing them close, holding to their asses as she sucked the boy's throbbing cock all of the way into her mouth. The burning head battered against her uvula, then filled the opening to her throat as his ass tried to fuck into her mouth. For an instant she choked, and drew back until only the glans was caught between her teeth, which bit down on him gently. Now her tongue was working around the hole in his cockhead, forcing the foreskin back around the tapering head.
She held tight to their asses, the boy's arm in turn going around the girl, their young mouths meeting in a fiery kiss as the woman stirred their passion to a renewed demanding desire. Mary Ellen's middle fingers moved down the cleft of their buttocks now, boy and girl both tightening around her with their globes as she found the opening to the sphincter, probed against it. But she did not try to force herself within them, instead drawing back from the boy's cock now to turn her attention to the girl's pussy.
"Oh, my God-ARRRGGGHHHHH!"
Kelly arched her back, thrusting her hips against the woman as Mary Ellen's tongue found the opening to her pussy, sucked against the outer lips. Then the woman was pushing her tongue within the girl as the boy's cock slid against her face, probing against her ear. She let go of his ass to let her hand come around and take control of his cock, masturbating him gently as she sagged between the girl's legs to suck up on her. The young meat seemed burning hot and sweet with the tang of the juices that had flowed from those lips, been poured into them. Mary Ellen caught her clit in her teeth, nibbling on it gently, the girl nearly collapsing her weight onto the woman.
"Arrrgggghhhhh! Sweet Jesus, please! Please, no, ohhhhhh! Oh God, do it! Do it to me! Suck meeeeee!"
Kelly's fingers were raking down the boy's back as her free hand clutched his, holding tight, her shoulders and hips shaking within the grasp of Mary Ellen's hands as the woman sucked deep into her. Now Kelly's eyes were staring wildly as she thrust her groin against the woman, trying to fuck into her as that burning tongue swept around the inside of her cunt.
"Oh God! I can't stand it! Fuck me, Tom! Somebody fuck meeeeee!"
Both of Mary Ellen's hands were on the girl's hips now as she continued to probe the depths of the childish passage, and now the girl was answering her with her body, pouring forth the result of her passion, flooding the woman's hungry lips with the cream of her just-developing female organs. The young cum poured into Mary Ellen's mouth, cascaded over her chin, some of it escaping to drop to her tits and run down between them, crossing her belly and dropping at last between her own legs, seeking out her own cunt as though wanting to return to the place of its creation. Mary Ellen was gasping for breath through her nostrils now, tiny darts of fire burning across her eyes as her lungs approached the point of oxygen starvation. Her own cunt was burning again, her outer lips opening and closing as they sucked for a cock that was not there. She wanted to keep her hands clasped tight about the girl's hips, yet wanted to bury her fingers deep within her own cunt.
Suddenly she was falling backward, her hands carrying Kelly with her, until she was stretched out on the ground, the girl's legs straddling her face. Kelly was without strength to resist, ready to collapse herself, but the boy recognized the desire burning in the woman. He dropped between her legs, his cock standing stiff again as his hands moved to touch her mound, to spread her outer lips. He stared deep within the woman's cunt for a moment and then was stretching out between her legs, his mouth glued to her cunt as he did for Mary Ellen what she had done for Kelly. She felt his tongue probe into her cunt, felt his rough flesh moving across her clit, and the fire was almost too much to stand. Something seemed to explode in her brain and she brought her knees up around him, clasping him tight within her thighs.
"Oh, honey! Suck meeeeeee! Please, Tom, suck meeeeee!"
Her hands released Kelly now, the girl sliding down beside her to fall over against Mary Ellen, the woman's hand going between her legs to capture the girl's cunt again as Kelly's face was opposite Mary Ellen's hips and watching Tom suck deep. Kelly's hand moved around the bulk of Mary Ellen's ass, finding the crack, her finger probing just as the woman had probed against her, but she didn't stop with locating the sphincter. Suddenly her finger was slipping through the tight ring until the first joint was completely beyond the circle, and she began to massage back and forth as the boy continued with his sucking.
Tom's ass was rising now in turn, fucking against the ground, and now he could wait no longer. He lifted his head, pulled himself free of Mary Ellen's clasping thighs, and climbed up to where his cock could suddenly shove into her once more, Kelly's finger and the boy's cock rubbing together at the thin wail between ass-hole and cunt. The double touch was totally electrifying, and she reached out to grab at the grass as her hips arched up against him.
Now Tom was fucking her again, impossibly fucking her even after being drained of his cum so many times before, riding deep into her and giving her all of his boy cock, his boy flesh, his boy desire. He threw himself into the woman, the girl's finger escaping now from the ass-hole so that Mary Ellen could let her legs drop, and an instant later bring them up again to circle around the boy's waist, her ass-hole rising off the ground with each stroke down to meet him, her cunt clasping as tight to him as it could as he withdrew, to increase the pressure on cock and cunt and desire.
"Oh Jesus, I'm cumming!" Marry Ellen stiffened, rose with the boy again. "Fuck me, honey! Fuck meeeeee! Feed it to me, throw it to me, give it to me, fuck it to me! I'm c u m m m i innnnnnggggggg! Ahhhhhh! Yaaahhhhhhh!"
She was cumming again, flooding him again as the boy rode down into her, the woman bucking up against him, the two of them fucking together.
And then Mary Ellen was drained once more of strength, of power; she could only lay still beneath the boy's plunging body, accept his thrusting rod deep within her cunt, submit to his fucking strokes, unable to help him in any way. Tom fucked into her another dozen strokes, and then suddenly he was pulling out, his cock swollen to its hardest most tender erection yet, moving over to Kelly, entering the girl almost before she knew what was happening. Tom drove into her completely with the first stroke, making the girl gasp as he filled her far fuller than he could ever fill the woman, his cock tearing through the walls of her cunt and starting the fire once more. She was grasping at him, gasping for breath, rising up against him, fucking with him, a ride that carried on and on as Tom's body once more tried to manufacture his sperm load, trying to restore his load to his balls.
"Oh, please!" the girl cried. "Help me, please help me! Oh, God! Fuck me, Tom, fuck meeeeee!"
He was fucking her, he was not going to stop fucking until his guts stopped churning, his balls stopped aching, his prick stopped growing ever impossibly larger.
"Oh, fuckin' Christ!" he cried.
"Please!" the girl responded.
"Fuck!"
"Fuck meeeee!"
"Fuckin'Jesus!"
"Oh, Momma! Mommaaaaaa!"
"Agggghhhhhh, Mamaaaaaa!"
"I'm cumming, Tom! It's killing meeeeee! I can't stand it! I'm cumminnnnnngggggg!"
Mary Ellen was drained of all energy, drained of all desire, but as she lay there watching the children fuck, it was as though Tom's cock was plowing into her again, Chuck's cock was filling her completely, every cock she had ever known in her limited experience before marriage was suddenly attacking her cunt at the very same time. That was Chuck, thrusting under her heart, the boy pushing deep into her belly, another exploding against her spine. Her hips were thrusting in rhythm with Kelly, in time with Tom's plunging. Her tits were heaving, and now she reached to touch them, to hold them, her thumbs rubbing across the top of her nipples and then capturing them with her forefingers helping. Now all of her fingers were digging deep into the flesh of her tits, pressing deep, trying to reach the burning desire that was coming from someplace deep inside her. She wanted to reach out for the boy again, feel his cock once more in her cunt, in her mouth, moving across her body. She reached out to gather the two of them into her arms as the mad pace of their fucking finally stopped, pulling them onto her body until her tits were crushed beneath each of them, boy and girl lying facing each other, their mouths gaping open and tongues touching their lips.
The woman felt their cum seeping from their bellies and their legs, soaking down onto her to add to the measure of love juice she had already taken into her body. The boy sighed, and quivered, a shiver passing completely over his body as Mary Ellen held them close, held them tight, wished that she would never have to let them go....
CHAPTER THREE
The boy stared down at the woman beneath him, her soft breasts rippling with her breath, the nipples magnets that drew against his lips. Suddenly he could resist no longer; he dropped onto her burying his face against the shape of that heavenly globe, lips seeking the spongy erection and sucking against her. It almost seemed as though he could remember another set of great tits, other nipples to suck, fountains that had produced a delightful delicious bounty of sweet warm milk to fill his belly as his loins seemed filled now with his desire.
The head of his cock was wet with its own fluid, resting across her thigh as it waited for the moment to make the first penetration of her cunt lips. The boy felt like shouting his glee for all the school and all the world to hear: he, Charles Melton, Jr., was finally about to sink his cock deep into his teacher's twat!
"Ohhhhhh, Charles!" Her hands were moving up his back now, reaching his head and pulling him down tight against her tits as he sucked against her. "Ohhhhhh, God! That's so beautiful, so wonderful! Don't stop, honey! Keep sucking me!"
Chuck was glad to oblige, for he had cast his eyes on this marvelous pair of tits the very first day that he walked into shop class to meet the fabulous and legendary Miss Teitlebaum, "Miss Tittletits," to the kids. Only his mother had a larger pair of knockers, and those were the tits that he remembered so well sucking. It seemed now that he had been given free access to them almost to the time that he entered school, although that no longer seemed possible. But the twins, his brothers Andy and Bod, agreed with him that they remembered best of their young childhood the sheer joy of eating from Mama's private lunch counter.
Now he wished that Miss Tittletits had some of that wonderful milk of his memory, but he wouldn't be greedy, she had finally accepted him into the magic circle of her special boys, assigning him special punishment to keep him after school. All of the boys knew what that meant, although no more than half a dozen in any one class were so chosen each year, at least in the younger classes. It was said that Miss Tittletits could measure a boy's cock by the smell of his sweat, passing over those seventh graders who were too small to be desirable.
Well, Chuck could offer her all that she could want, although it seemed like only yesterday, or at most six months ago, that the first hairs had started sprouting around his cock, which was no bigger than his ring finger then even though it was hard almost all of the time. But with the coming of his pubic hair, something wonderful had happened: his cock started to grow, until now he boasted a full seven inches from the base to the gaping hole in the head, and allowing for the curve that brought his cock upward to slam against his belly when he got a hard-on. It was well-veined, too. At thirteen, he was almost as big as his father, who sported a full eight inches.
Chuck was thick in his cock as well, a full inch and a half thick across the broader cross-section. There he still had a way to go to catch his father, who boasted well over two inches in the same dimension. Just a few weeks ago he had been in the bathroom jerking off when his Dad walked in unexpectedly.
"Oh, God!" The boy's face flamed with embarrassment as he tried to hide what he was doing, and at first it seemed as though the man were going to back out of the room, pretend that he had not seen his son's cock. Then Chuck Senior grinned, and shrugged his shoulders.
"It's okay, son, T used to jerk off when I was your age, too. Although you have quite a jump on me when it comes to meat size. I wasn't that big until I was fifteen or sixteen. Christ, you're almost as big as I am already!"
Now the man was bringing out his own cock, which was standing hard, to compare with his boy's measurements. Chuck Junior stared in fascination at his father's equipment, for although he had wanted to get a look at Chuck Senior's cock for as long as he could remember, the closest he had come was when they stood together in a public urinal. And the old man had never been hard then.
Now the boy was standing, and holding his cock against his father's, to see just how short he was of matching him. He was not at all ashamed to be smaller. Indeed, he was proud to come so close. Of course, there was still a long way to go in the pubic hair area, his own growth was still sparse, the red-gold curls that he inherited from his mother almost invisible against his skin. His father's hair was thick and just as curly, the longest hairs at least two inches long if not more. His flesh was almost hidden beneath the dark bush.
"You can jerk off if you want, son," his father said then. "Of course, I don't have to waste the load I've got building on my fingers or the toilet bowl. I've got your mother waiting for me."
But he showed no inclination to leave the bathroom as the boy sat down on the toilet again, leaning back with his pants around his ankles to begin again the stroking movements that had almost brought him to eruption before the interruption. The father watched his son masturbate himself, his fingers trailing the length of his own cock, and several times the boy saw a muscle quiver in his arm as though the man wanted to join in the act of onanistic pollution.
Then he was gasping as he felt his climax approaching, and unbuttoning his shirt so that the first hot drops of cum that flew up from his prick could splatter down on his own flesh. He worked his cock until there was no more, the last oozing amount of his semen coating his cock and his fingers, and only then did his father finally tuck his own cock back into his pants and leave the boy to clean himself....
He swallowed, and felt the woman beneath him arch her back from the long shop table that was serving as their fucking platform. The shop room was gloomy, the shades all pulled so that no one passing by could look in to see what was happening, but he needed no extra light source to take in Miss Tittletit's full beauty.
But now the woman could wait no longer for him to reach the point of thrusting entrance; she clasped at his arms, tugging him up across her body, pulling his reluctant lips away from her tits. The naked boy felt the rough surface of the table against his knee, and then he was completely on top of her, the woman bearing all of his weight. His cock pressed across her thigh now, crushing his balls back against his groin.
"Oh, honey!" She let her tongue touch his temple, move down to probe at his ear as her fingers danced lightly along his sides, over his back. The burning rod of his cock was a fuse ready to explode his dynamite passion.
"Have you ... ever done it?"
He was embarrassed to have her talking. He wanted to get on with it, do it in silence. He had no words for a grown woman. He tried to slide his cock down toward her mound, into her bush, but she tightened against him, insisting on her question.
"Well? Have you?"
"Not with a woman," he said, reluctantly. "With kids, yeah."
"With girls?"
"Sure with girls! I'm not a faggot!"
Tittletits smiled. "You mean you've never played with other little boys, Charles? Never jerked off, had them jerk you off?"
"Yeah. I guess so." His ears were burning at the admission. "Maybe a couple of times."
"There's nothing wrong with playing with sex, Charles, nothing at all, no matter what some bluenoses would have you believe. Sex is the most natural thing in the world, for without it there would be no men and no women. Sex makes all of us, even the bluenoses."
"Yeah."
"But sex isn't just for making babies. It's for fun, too. After all, what could be more fun? Even the bluenoses like the feeling they get from having sex, although they would never admit it in public."
Wouldn't she ever shut up? He moved against her again, and this time she opened her legs to him, raised her knees so that he could slide between her thighs, the head of his cock pressing now at the mound, feeling the wiry bush pressing into his sensitive cockhead until she spread her legs farther to open for him.
His cock pressed against the labia, the mound, probing for the inner lips, met them and was through, his shaft moving into the soft channel of her cunt. She was much tighter than he had expected, considering the number of kids she was supposed to be fucking. Maybe his cock was bigger than most. If so, he would do his best to give her a taste of extra thrill.
He pressed past the nubbin of her clitoris as he slid his cock into her with one steady push that carried him almost completely within her cunt. When he stopped there was no more than an inch of his shaft still remaining outside, and it seemed as though she were pressing down on him with a terrible yet wonderful soft vise. Now she flexed the muscles of her cunt, making him gasp.
"Holy shit! What did you do?"
"Just this," she said, working her cunt again, the boy gasping again. "Do you like it?"
"Oh, wow! That's too much! It feels like you're gonna chop my cock off near the bottom. The head must have swelled up twice its normal size!"
His ass made several tiny tentative strokes against her, but for the moment the boy was content just to rest there, feeling her marvelous cunt engulfing him. The woman seemed content as well, her fingers brushing through his hair and combing the back of his head. Her eyes closed as he looked up at her, and except for the steady movement of her hand, it looked as though she were falling asleep.
Then her cunt began to work at the shape of his cock again, trying to feel out the contours of the veins on the underside. The boy gasped once more, feeling a sudden tightness in his ass-hole, and he raised his ass back from her, pulling a few inches out. He hung there a few seconds, then dropped down against her once more, this time entering her almost completely. There was barely room for a finger to fit against the bottom of his cock now where it was still free of her cunt.
He withdrew once more, by his own actions this time, and threw himself down at the woman again, and this time his cock plunged completely within her, filling her and surrounding him with a warmth that he had never before imagined. He held his cock completely within her for a moment, the woman's knees moving up alongside his thighs as she grasped at his shoulders, her breath coming more quickly. The boy felt his cock throbbing in tune with the beating of his heart and the expansion and contraction of her cunt.
"Oh, God! It's so big!"
She shivered, and tried to throw her ass up against him, repeating the movement two or three times. The boy rode with her at first, then suddenly drew back until his cock was barely held within her outer entrance, only the expanded glans captured by the force of her muscles. He was holding himself above her now on stiffened arms, staring down into her eyes as he gathered his strength for the assault on her walls.
And then he was plunging down, throwing his thick shaft all of the way into her, feeling the walls of her cunt rippling away before him as she made room for his instrument of delight. He slammed against her belly, bottoming completely out in her cunt, the sturdy table shaking under the force of his blow, his elbows breaking to let his chest slam against her tit. Before she had a chance to catch her breath he was riding out again, all the way out, holding himself above her for the briefest part of a second, once more slamming down, as though he were trying to punish her for making him wait so long to taste the delights of her flesh. The boy was fucking into her with a violence that at first frightened the woman, then fired her to a peak of passion that she had never before reached. She reached up to him, clawed at his flesh with her hands, trying to drag him down into her ever more violently, trying to force that marvelously shaped cockhead completely into her womb.
"Oh, fuck!" she cried. "God, fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Yeah!" The word hissed between the boy's teeth. "Oh, yeah! Fuckin' shit! I'm fuckin' you, Miss Tittletits! Feel my cock! Feel my balls! Hold my ass! I'm gonna fuck the shit right out of you!"
The boy plunged into her with his full force, filling her completely, making her feel the complete shape of his cock for a fraction of a second as he bottomed out, stealing it away again before she could grow used to its shape, its nuances. She held to him, tried to force him to stay completely within her for a moment, wanted to cut his cock free from his plunging ass so that it would fill her to the point where even she would be satisfied. Never had she been fucked like this before-not by any of the scores of boys she had been fucking since she was just entering puberty herself. There were men by the dozen who would have stood in line all night long just to have a chance at satisfying the constant itch in her cunt, but she wanted no ugly, hairy-faced adult male. She wanted only boys, all boys, boys like this beautiful one who was trying to drive his cock all the way through her insides and up to burn its fire behind her eyes, in her brain.
"Oh, God of all mothers! Ohhhhhh!"
"Fuck!" the boy cried again, her voice setting the single word free from his lips. There was nothing else in the world but this mad fucking, no other reason for his body to exist but to drive his cock in and out of her cunt. He threw himself against her, gasping for breath, his cock expanding and expanding within the walls of her hot cunt until it seemed that it must explode, and still there was no end to it, no way to stop this mad ride and get off while there was still life in his body.
The boy was holding to her side now, grasping at her tits, raising himself almost straight up from her body, her groin arching up with him until her feet and her ass were completely off the table, until he was sliding down the slippery sweat-soaked table of her belly to smash heavily against the bruised globes of her tits. Now he was supporting himself on his stiffened legs, to make up for the hill of her body that he had to climb, but his fucking did not lessen in intensity for all of the added obstacle.
"Oh, Christ!" He felt it now, working deep within his balls, the chemical factory of his testes generating the heavy load of his cum, his cream, his seed. The woman was spurting her own cum against him, trying to fountain it up toward the plunging triphammer of his cock, but the swollen battering ram that was his erection forced it back down into her cunt, into her womb, filling her so completely that she felt that she must burst.
"Jesus Christ!"
Now the first of his own load was cumming straight down the tube of his cock, forcing its way through the flesh-enshrouded channel like cartoon water forced through a suddenly weakened hose, the pressure rising ever higher, the temperature of his flesh and his cock ever hotter, until his cream was boiling within his cock and his balls, pulling the heat of his fucking from the rest of his body until it seemed that he was throwing away everything that he had, pissing and shitting and cumming all at once as his ass-hole tightened and his cock pulsed. But it was only illusion, nothing but his load of sperm was escaping from the head of his cock as he fucked down at the woman, into her, through her, his load mixing with her own cream, the force of his fucking pushing it all back until it seemed as though her womb was swollen with the pressure, that she was pregnant not with child but with the seed that could produce children.
"Ahhhhhhh, Jesus! Fuck me!"
"Yeah! Fuckin' damn fuck! Shuiiiittttttt! I'm cummin' cummin' cumminnnnnngggggg! Take me, all of me, fuck meeeeeee!"
His cock worked against her within her, until it seemed as though there were no more liquid in his entire body to build the bed for his seed, to float it from his balls and into her cunt. And still he kept cumming, kept riding down on her, until his heart pounded close to collapse, his lungs ached with the need for a deep breath that he could not spare the time or the energy to grasp. The long stroking movements were slowing now, his cock riding in and out of her no more than half its length, meeting the soft squishy resistance of their combined loads of cum, slowing even farther until it was no more than a quivering of his ass. Yet the head seemed to expand ever farther, pumped ever stronger, until there was no more, there was nothing left.
"Oh, shit!" He swallowed, his eyes rolling back into his head, his head wobbling as though the bone was suddenly gone from his neck. "Jesus fuckin' Christ!"
"Ahhhhhh, God! It's beautiful! It's wonderful! I love it!"
"Oh, fuck!" they cried together, and then the boy was at last collapsing onto her, his weight forcing her ass down onto the table, her legs at last going flat beneath him, his face dropping between her tits.
"Ohhhhhh!"
The boy felt her heated sweat against his face as his eyes stared at her nipple. It seemed as though there was no strength at all left in his body as he gasped for breath, but then his breathing slowed, his lips pursing, his tongue moving out over them as he stared entranced at the nipple of that wonderful marvelous tit. He was close enough to make out the tiny convolutions of its shape, the pores, the hard-standing that would in the right circumstances release the beautiful nourishment of her hot milk.
He swallowed, and his head seemed to move of its own accord, lifting from the valley of her tits to shift across the one that he had been watching. The nipple vanished from his sight as his lips went over it, spread around it, sucked down on it. His hands went up to cup the one tit, the boy wishing that he had two mouths so that he could suck on both of them at the same time. He kneaded her flesh between his hands, as though he could force the milk that had never been to come, the woman sighing with sheer pleasure as she lay completely stretched out on the table, hands flat, ass sagging, cunt oozing the mixture of their spendings.
"Ahhhhh, Charles! Suck me, honey! Suck me!"
The boy's cock was softening now, but still stiff enough to maintain its position within her cunt, still filling her more than any of the other boy cocks had done. Yet he was only a boy, looked like a boy, was as hairless as the boys of her idealized dreams. Charles was the closest yet to the perfect boy, thanks to his marvelous cock and his wonderful skill in using it.
Her ass-hole was itching, and now she worked her cunt muscles in response, as though she could still the irritation that way. Instead she was bringing the boy back to full erection again. His cock grew under her cunt's massaging to fill her completely, to probe back at her womb, expanding through the completely soaked soft flesh, the balls that had been hanging loose through the gaping bottom of her slit tensing and drawing tight again. He gasped for breath, and made a tentative stroke against her yielding mound. "Jesus! I can't!"
"Oh, Charles!" She moved her hands down his body, over his back, caressing him gently, reaching beneath him to touch his own tiny nipples. Her cunt was working steadily at his cock now, trying to restore it to life, but the throbbing erection was too painful to him; he could only rest there, too weak to resist her touching, too weak to withdraw from her cunt, yet too excited not to be standing once more in full hard-on.
"Please!" she said, still soft, almost whispering. "I need it, honey! Please feed your marvelous cock to my cunt, make me feel it!"
"It hurts!" he protested. "My balls feel like somebody hit them with a baseball bat!"
"Fuck me, honey! It will feel better then!"
Never in his life had his cock been so hard, so large, never had his balls and his prick felt more tender. He took in a breath and moved his ass back from her twat a few inches, shuddering at the red-hot delightful pain that ran along the length of his cock. But she wanted it, he must try to give it to her: he moved again, fucking forward this time, and it seemed as though it didn't hurt so much after all. He began a steady stroking, very slow at first, but with each withdrawal and each probe forward the pain was less, the excitement more, until at last he was once more transported in ecstasy, fucking faster, more furiously, fucking for the sheer pleasure of feeling his cock plowing deep into her cunt.
They rode together, fucked together, intent completely on their own passions, their own pleasure, oblivious to the shop room around them, neither one of them seeing the door at the far end of the room suddenly open. It gaped wide, the man there pulling his hand away from the knob to let the elderly woman at his side enter first-and then they saw the pair fucking on the table, saw them in the same moment. "Miss Teitlebaum!"
CHAPTER FOUR
The boy rode deep into his teacher's cunt, finishing the force of the blow, throwing himself completely into her before either of them could turn to stare at the pair in the doorway. He hung over her then for an instant of suspended time, then his ass was drawing back, sliding home, continuing the fucking although at a slower pace and despite the audience.
"Oh, dear Lord!"
It was the old woman, shocked, almost frozen in place, her eyes watching the boy's ass moving up from the woman on the table, transfixed on the cum-slicked length of his cock as it pulled back from the cunt. And now he came all the way out of her, his cock slipping loose with an audible whack, the boy turning toward the interlopers as he kneeled between the teacher's legs.
"Miss Teitlebaum!" the man said again, his voice the warning doom of thunder. In answer, she tried to sit up, supporting her weight on her elbows as she too turned toward them, her tits rippling erotically with the heaving of the breath that was still moving harshly into her lungs. The man swallowed, and the boy saw his throat working, and saw the gleam of desire in his eyes.
Suddenly he was turning, ushering the woman out of the room, closing the door. The boy and the woman looked at each other now.
"Jeez, Miss Tittletits-the Principal! What are we gonna do?"
"I don't know, Charles, I'll think of something. I'm not worried about Mr. Worth; the old bitch with him is the one who will cause trouble. That's Mrs. Peckerel, from the School Board!"
"Jeez! The wife of the Anglican Bishop?"
"None other," Tittletits said dryly.
"Oh, God! What are we gonna do? My mother will knock my balls up my ass-hole for this!"
"I'll think of something," she said again, but she was more worried than she wanted the boy to know.
She sat up then, reaching for her clothes as the boy climbed down from the table and went for his underpants. But before either of them could don a single garment, the door opened again, the Principal coming in alone this time.
He closed the door carefully behind his back, and leaned against it a moment, staring at the naked pair. Then he was shaking his head, and coming over to them.
"For Christ's sake, Teitlebaum! What the devil is the matter with you? I told you three months ago to fix that lock. Now look what happened! And of all people to see you, Pecker checker Peckerel herself! She's the one who sent that petition around to have diapers put on dogs and horses and bulls!"
"I'm sorry," she said lamely.
"Sorry? A lot of good 'sorry' does us now! That old bitch has been smelling action around this place for years, but I've always managed to keep things covered up. Now it's all out-she'll be spouting off every wild-assed story she's ever heard about dear old Nixon. Christ, if you have to fuck these kids, why don't you take them home with you? Fuck in bed, not in the goddamn classroom! You've queered us all good and proper!"
Now he looked at the boy, looked down at the still-hard cock bobbing between Chuck's legs.
"Christ, kid, doesn't that thing ever go soft? I see why you wanted his ass, Miss Teitlebaum, but you may have cost his ass. I'm going to have to suspend you for a while, kid, at least for a week.
There will probably be a hearing before the whole board, and you'll have to bring your mother and father."
The boy blanched. "Jeez, Mr. Worth! I can't do that, they'll kill me! Can't you do something?"
"Sorry, kid, but those are the ball-bustin' breaks. I'm lucky Pecker-checker didn't call out the cops to raid the whole damn school."
"What about me?" asked Tittletits.
"Your ass is m the same sling. You're under suspension, too. I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to cover up for you this time."
"Shit!" A light blazed in her eyes. "Hey, maybe we can shoot the old bitch!"
"A gang rape is what she needs," said the Principal. "Not that she'd appreciate cock any the better after it was over. I saw her husband once in the locker room at the country club. That old fart doesn't have three inches-hard!"
"There must be something we can do!" said the woman.
"I'm wide open to suggestions, but right now both of you get your asses dressed. Kid, I'm going to have to call your mother to come get you. Hurry up so we can get this over with." He shook his head. "At least it happened after school, so there aren't too many people to see you cut out of here, Teitlebaum. And I made Peckerel promise to keep her mouth shut until the hearing comes up, so we won't have to fight the scandal."
Chuck reached for his undershorts, pulled them up, his still-hard cock flopping wetly against his belly despite his embarrassment. He adjusted the elastic of the shorts over the head of it, but there was a good inch-and-a-half gap between cloth and belly button.
"Jesus, kid!" The principal shook his head again, admiring. "I wish I had a meat stick like that to feed the cracks in my wife's Ninth Grade Home Economics class. Not that I'm ashamed of what I have, but the little bitches don't holler loud enough when I throw it to them."
"How is your wife?" Tittletits asked, pulling her bra on over those luscious globes and hiding them from the boy's view.
"Oh, she's coming along. The doc said she should be able to leave the clinic by the first of June." He laughed. "Serves her right, trying to keep all those studs in her scout den happy! I told her she shouldn't be teaching them so much so soon. One of them was bound to get tangled with the wrong sort of cunt and bring back something really loathsome. Kids that young don't know enough about fucking. If she needs little boys, she should come after some of the kids in your class, Teitlebaum. You at least have them trained right."
Chuck was dressed now, bending to tie his sneakers; Tittletits was almost so. She turned so that the Principal could zip up her dress, and the boy saw clearly the way that Mr. Worth's fingers moved lightly over the globes of her breasts. There was a distinct bulge in the man's pants as well, although from the way he kept glancing at the boy's crotch, Chuck wasn't sure that the woman was the one responsible. Maybe the old fart had his eye on the boys himself, or at least big-cocked boys like Chuck.
Chuck grinned, tempted to ask Mr. Worth if he'd like to drop to his knees and suck on seven inches of hot boy cock. That would be one for the books, fucking the shop teacher and getting head from the Principal on the very same day! His cock quivered in delighted anticipation, and it was all he could do not to touch himself there. He moved toward the door, seeing the man give the woman another squeeze around the tits, deciding that he was probably wrong. Mr. Worth was a cunt lover all the way, even if he did prefer them particularly young.
"I could take Charles home ... " Tittletits was saying now.
"No goddamn way!" said the man. "I don't like to do it to him, but I have to call his mother to come and get him. I can just imagine explaining this whole bit to her!"
"Blame it on me." said the teacher.
"You are fucking right there, honey! You are going to have all the blame shoved so far up your ass you'll never want to feel another boy cock in the other hole!"
He sighed, shaking his head again. "Come on, kid, we might as well let the headman chop off our heads now, and get it over with. Teitlebaum, I'll call you with the details of the hearing. Wait for my yell. Don't go walking the streets smelling out kid cock!"
"Don't worry," she said. "I only fuck kids here in school. This is the only place it's fun to fuck them."
"You're going to have a long, lonely life then, unless you learn to like men all of a sudden because it is going to be a long lonely time before you will ever be let back into a schoolroom!"
He put his hands on Chuck's shoulder, urging him out of the shop room, and again the boy was certain that Tittletits and the Principal's wife were not the only ones interested in young cock. But considering the sling already wrapped around his ass, he didn't dare proposition the man. In normal times, even if he was wrong, Mr. Worth would only laugh it off, but now he might use the approach as an excuse to rip the boy's hide completely off his ass!
Chuck was glad that the corridors were empty, and to see that even the school secretary was gone when Mr. Worth ushered him into his own private sanctum-the place feared by every kid in the school, even though not more than one in a hundred had ever been within its paneled walls. The boy sat where deposited, on a leather couch beneath the fabled Picasso nude, although as he studied it, he couldn't see a thing in that mess of lines and gray colors to turn a guy on. The picture wasn't even dirty, for Christ sake.
Mr. Worth plopped into his big chair and looked across the desk at the boy. He sighed.
"Shit, kid, I don't like doing this to you. I admire a kid with balls, and the way you were working on Tittletits you've got one of the biggest pair to ever come into the hallowed halls of Nixon. But goddamn it, if she didn't have the sense to check the fucking lock, why didn't you?"
The boy shrugged. "I thought she took care of it."
"Yeah. Well, tell me this much at least ... was her ass worth it?"
"I don't know. I guess I can tell you better after things stop falling. You gonna call my Mom now?"
"I have to. What's your name? Oh, yeah, Melton. What's your number, kid?"
Mary Ellen stared up at the arched brick portals of Richard Milhous Nixon Junior High School. Even in her day here, over twenty years ago when the school was brand new and just named after the newly elected Vice President, the kids had the reputation of being the horniest cocks and cunts in town. And the stories hadn't been very far from the truth. She smiled, remembering several sessions out on the playground after dark, when she was supposed to be attending a dance in the auditorium. Her first chance at cock had come here.
Oh, shit! Just thinking about those days was making her all-over horny again, the itch starting in her cunt and spreading up through her body, centering at last and as always in her tits. She rubbed her thumbs over her nipples, remembering now the session this morning with the kids down by the river. After Tom's cock had slipped from Kelly's eunt it had seemed only natural for the boy to turn over onto his belly, his cock once more dropping between Mary Ellen's thighs, shoving against the opening to her cunt.
Her ass-hole twitched as she remembered the way the girl had climbed over her face, accepting Mary Ellen's thrusting tongue even as the boy's cock entered her twat, began to fuck against her. Tom held on to the woman's tits for dear life as the girl felt as though her cunt were being turned inside out under the force of the woman's sucking, the two of them at last spending again, an agonized working of their sex organs, producing much less than before even though Mary Ellen was able to flood him again.
As Kelly collapsed away the woman reached down to the boy, pulling him up over her cum-soaked body to where she could lick the length of his soft cock with her tongue, lick the spendings from her cunt and his cock from his balls and groin. His taste was sweet, and mixed with it Mary Ellen found her own tang, the peculiar bite that was the girl. She would never forget Kelly's taste, nor the way the girl had cascaded her cum down across Mary Ellen's face. It seemed as though the girl would never stop spending, holding herself arched over the woman's body, her hands reaching behind her ass to touch Tom's head, touch fire against Mary Ellen's tits....
Jesus! She shivered, and closed her legs tight, feeling the juice that was starting to rise in her cunt. She didn't want to ruin these goddamn new pantyhose on the first wearing! She reached under her skirt to adjust the pantyhose, then gave in to the impulse to put her hand inside the fabric, probe with her finger for her clit. The fire shot through her system again, and it was all she could do not to give in to the need to masturbate right here and now, in the car where any passer-by could see.
Kelly and Tom were something else. Her eyes closed, a soft smile coming over her face as she remembered the pair of them, their eagerness to fuck, to be fucked, to suck on cock and cunt. It was an experience that she would never forget, and just what she needed to get her over the terrible hump of Chuck's absence....
Except that her cunt was itching worse than ever now! She needed to be fucked again, properly, by the well-hung cock of her husband. Tom was cute, and an eager kid, but he was no replacement for Chuck.
Oh, shit! Was she going to sit here all goddamn afternoon, mooning over what couldn't be? Even if the boy was here right now, straddling her legs, ready to shove his eager cock all the way up into her cunt, he wasn't big enough to satisfy this cock-hunger. Only Chuck's return would do that. And that wouldn't happen for another seven goddamn days!
It was a good goddamn day for trouble, she decided, she so fucking horny that she couldn't stand to even touch herself, and now Chuck Junior with his tail in some kind of sling. Mr. Worth had been noncommittal over the phone, but it must be serious if the kid was being sent home for a full week, with the possibility of a hearing before the goddamn school board.
She got out of the car, conscious as always of the bearing of her tits as several of the males in the vicinity found their eyes drawn to her proudest accomplishment. One was an old duffer, and she made a face at him, but there were three youngsters bouncing a tennis ball on the sidewalk, all of them in their early teens. She could not help swaggering as she passed them, exaggerating her walk and throwing her tits forward to give them the best possible view. She was glad that she had decided to leave the bra off today; maybe she should leave it off all the time now.
It had been a long time since Mary Ellen last climbed these stone stairs, ancient memories kept her away from dear old Nixon after her own boy entered here. Now as she entered the long hall she saw that the school was bearing up under the attacks of the last two decades-just barely. The walls and even the ceiling were scarred with peeling paint, and there was graffiti scribbled on the walls even outside the Principal's office that would have shocked Mary Ellen's generation of parents even in restrooms.
She hesitated a moment before opening the feared door, remembering the terrible monster who had lived beyond it in her day. The outer office was empty when she did step inside, and so she went over to knock on the inner sanctum door. A moment later the Principal opened it for her, a named-seeming man who was obviously relieved to have her here.
"Oh, Mrs. Melton. You are Mrs. Melton? Come in, please. I'm sorry this had to happen."
Chuck was there on the couch beneath a stupid-looking painting, the kid hunched over with his arms across his knees. He stared at his mother, and then at the Principal, and there was obviously worry in his eyes.
"What happened?" demanded Mary Ellen.
Mr. Worth stared at her, then looked at Chuck, and told her. His explanation was matter-of-fact, skipping over the details that he had personally observed, but he managed to get in all of the pertinent information.
"It was Miss Teitlebaum's fault, Mrs. Melton, not the boy's. Please don't be harsh with him. Unfortunately, children are apt to give in to adults who approach them in a salacious manner-it's part of their natural curiosity about such things. Miss Teitlebaum will be dealt with severely, I assure you."
Mary Ellen stared at him, her face carefully impassive, but inside she was doing her best to keep her stomach tied in knots so that she wouldn't explode in laughter. The little shit-fucking his shop teacher right in school! That was far more than any of the kids in her time had dared. She wondered what the prim Principal would think if she told him that her only reaction to her son's escapade was admiration for his balls?
She sighed, then, feeling the stirring movement in her loins, the desire in her cunt that was driving her to the edge of screaming meemies. Miss Teitlebaum ... Wasn't she the one the kids called "Tittletits"? She had heard Chuck Junior use that name one day when the boy didn't know that she was in hearing distance. Now she understood why the nickname had been bestowed.
"Is that all?"
"All, Mrs. Melton?"
"I mean, all that is going to be done right now? When will the hearing be held?"
"There'll be a meeting of the Board next Monday night. I imagine Mrs. Peckerel will request action at that time."
Monday-that wasn't so bad. Chuck Senior wouldn't be home until Wednesday. Maybe she could keep the boy's father from learning about this escapade. She wasn't sure what her husband would say, that he would find the whole thing as funny as she did.
But she still kept her face carefully blank, not wanting either the boy or the school leader to know her true feelings. She reached for her purse, standing.
"Well, I'm sorry this had to happen, Mr. Worth. I'm sure it's too late for apologies, but I'm certain Charles Junior is also sorry, aren't you, son?"
"Oh, yeah!" The boy bounced up, spreading his hands wide. "I am sorry, sir! But it's like you said, I didn't know what was happening until it was too late! I know I should never have done what Miss Teitlebaum wanted, but I just got carried away."
"Well discuss it later," Mary Ellen said firmly. "Let me know if the hearing is to be Monday, Mr. Worth. Charles Senior is out of town and won't be back until the end of next week, but I will cooperate in every way possible."
She looked at her son again and almost choked as she tried to smother the smile that wanted to come over her face. The horny little bastard had a hard-on pushing right through his pants! it was no little thing, either, maybe the kid was a chip off the old block when it came to cock size and cock prowess. She wondered if the teacher had been satisfied with the results of their after-school shenanigans? Boy cock could be a sweet and lovely thing, as she had learned to her own satisfaction this morning.
She approached the desk, held out her hand to the Principal. Mr. Worth accepted her fingers gingerly, his own palm damp with sweat. Christ, he was more nervous about this than she was! He must be thinking of the scandal that would mar his administration if the townspeople knew that the teachers were conducting extracurricular activities designed toward sex practice, not merely sex education.
"Well, thank you for coming so promptly, Mrs. Melton. It is an unfortunate matter, but I'm sure that everything will work out all right. It may be wise to consider counseling for the boy. I'll set up an appointment with the school psychologist, if you wish."
"That is probably a good idea, Mr. Worth. I'll want to discuss the matter with my husband first. Again, I'm sorry that this had to happen."
Once they were outside in the halls again she could no longer swallow the smile; it spread across her face until she was almost grinning, the boy staring at her in astonishment.
"Hey, Mama! What's so funny?"
"Ummm? Oh, nothing, honey. I was just thinking about something that happened this morning."
"You're not mad at me?" he said, cautiously. "You aren't gonna beat my butt off?"
She managed to be serious again. "I certainly should, young man. Just who do you think you are, Don Juan?"
"Who's he?"
"Never mind."
They were outside now, walking down the steps to the car. Mary Ellen managed to keep silent until she was behind the wheel, and the boy had buckled himself in. Then her glance dropped to his crotch again, saw that the bulge was still there, though not standing out so strong. Maybe his cock had finally softened a bit.
"Well, was it worth it?" she asked, unconsciously repeating the Principal's words.
"Was what worth it?-oh!" His face reddened with embarrassment, and he shrugged. "I don't know."
"Was it fun?"
He smiled then, unable to hide the satisfaction. "Yeah!"
"I want to know just one thing, Chuck, and I want the truth, understand?"
"Yeah, sure, Mama. What do you want to know?"
"Was it the first time? With an adult, I mean."
He nodded, staring down at his feet. "Yeah, it was the first time."
"Well, if you were so desperate for the smell of a woman's twat, boy, why didn't you come to me?"
CHAPTER FIVE
"Huh?"
The boy stared at his mother, astonished. Mary Ellen leaned back in her seat, wondering if she had said the wrong thing again. Her tongue always seemed to be jumping ahead of her brain lately. How could she recover from this?
"I mean it," she said, slowly, resolving to carry the matter through to the logical conclusion. "You don't know anything about what you're doing, son. You need someone to tell you about the bad things that can happen. I know it's fun to play with yourself, but there are also terrible sicknesses you can pick up that way."
"Oh, yeah, like the Principal's wife. She's got some kind of VD now."
"Mrs. Worth?" Again Mary Ellen was astonished.
"Yeah. I heard him say she got it from the kids in her scout den."
"Oh come on now! You're putting me on!"
Chuck shrugged. "Why would I do that, Mama? I'm just tellin' you what Mr. Worth said. I know she hasn't been teaching her classes for the last month or so. He's been filling in for her." He carefully didn't add what else Mr. Worth claimed to be filling.
"Well." She nodded her head to the side. "Things have certainly changed since I was a youngster. But the problem at hand, young man, is what are we going to do about you? Any suggestions?"
He shrugged again. "Like what, Mama? If you're not gonna beat my butt off, I don't know what else you can do to me. Put me on restriction, maybe."
"Oh, that you've got," she said, dryly. "Well, this calls for some thinking, some talking. I wish your father was home."
"Hey!" The boy was frightened now. "You're not gonna tell Pop, are you?"
"I may not be able to avoid it. It depends on what happens at the hearing."
She started the car and pulled away from the curb in front of the school. The boy sank down on his side of the seat until his back was almost against the bottom cushion. His mother looked at his crotch again, saw that the erection was completely gone now, but there was an attractive cock bulge along his left thigh, a promise of pleasures that could quickly be restored....
Jesus! What was the matter with her? She was looking at her own son as though he were nothing more than a body supporting a cock, a big fat cock that would go so nicely into her hungry cunt, fill some of the void left by the absence of his father. Her face flamed, but she couldn't help looking down toward his cock bulge again.
How big was he, anyway?
Was he experienced at fucking?
Was Miss Tittletits satisfied with the afternoon's work, despite the tragedy of being caught with a boy up on top of her?
Mary Ellen swallowed, resisting the temptation to reach out and touch the boy in that place. She raised her hand from the steering wheel, the fingers opening and closing, as the boy half-lay there, steepling and unsteepling his own fingers.
Oh, fuck! Thank God the twins were home. With all three boys in the house there would be no temptation to probe at her son's sexual capacities!
It seemed to take forever to get home, although in truth it was less than ten minutes to the big house in the exclusive district that happened to be on the very edge of the Nixon school's district. There was two acres of land, set on a curving knoll, and the neighboring houses were discreetly hidden behind hedges and trees that had been left in place when the lots were landscaped. She swung the car into the three car garage, stopping beside the station wagon that was normally for her to use, and got out. The boy scrambled out of his own side and hurried quickly into the house.
Mary Ellen walked out onto the driveway for a moment, looking down at the road below the knoll. This was one of her favorite places, and only fifteen minutes by back trail down to the river bank where she had discovered the fucking children this morning.
For a time she had been afraid that they would lose the house, when Chuck Senior lost his business three months ago. Things looked bad then, but he had quickly landed a well-paying job as a manufacturer's representative. He was back at the home office now, undergoing a crash training program in the company products. Jesus, but she wanted him home! She wanted his cock inside her legs this very minute, the kids around or not, neighbors snooping to see or not. If her legs were to come running up the driveway right now, she would fall flat on the lawn for him, take him right there!
Her cunt was aching again with the sexual itch that only Chuck's fucking could completely stop! She pressed her forehead, wanting to rip her fingers across her cunt walls in the hopes of gaining some relief. Despite the energy of this morning's fucking, she knew she had to do something now or go out of her mind.
She started for the house, when suddenly the front door exploded open and the twins came running out, heading straight for her. They skidded to a stop, but not soon enough to avoid crashing into Mary Ellen, their arms going around her in a massive bear hug that squeezed her tits against their faces.
"Hey, Mama!" said Bob. "We love you!"
"Yeah, Mama!" agreed Andy. "We love you a whole lot-more than any other kids love their mothers, we bet!"
"A whole whole lot," said Bob. "All the love there is in the world for Mamas."
"Yeah!"
"Okay, okay!" Laughing, she threw up her hands. "You've laid the connow what's the rip-off? What am I supposed to do for you this time?"
"Love us back!" said Bob.
"Yeah. That's all we want, Mama," said his brother.
"That, and permission to go over to Jamie's house to sleep out tonight," the other boy said very quickly.
"Yeah, Mama!"
They were squeezing her again, rubbing their faces against her tits, Mary Ellen remembering when their mouths had fallen on those milk fountains. What would it be like to have them do what they used to do, seven years ago, climb naked across her thighs and fasten their lips and their teeth to her?
Jesus! Now she was even thinking of fucking her babies! Christ, but it was time to do something before she flipped out completely!
Did they have cocks big enough to fuck with yet?
She shook her head, eyes closing. Christ, they were only twelve! What could they do for her, except drive her further toward the limits of frustration?
"Don't say no, Mama!" said Andy, seeing the shaking of her head. "Please say yes!"
"Oh, all right. So long as you stay at Jamie's house, and don't go wandering off. Who's going to be there with you?"
"His Mama and Dad will be in the house, but we're going to sleep out all alone," said Bob. "Well be okay, really we will. We won't get into any kind of trouble."
"All right! Get what you have to get, and scoot! Go on now, before I change my mind."
They ran back toward the front door, then came tearing out again a moment later with sleeping bags and scout knapsacks, heading for their bikes in the garage. But at the same instant they got the same thought, and detoured to run up to her again, dropping their burdens and throwing their arms around her once more.
"You're the best Mama of all!" said Andy.
"Yeah!" said Bob. 'They should give Academy Awards for Mamas, and you'd walk away from everybody else."
And then they were gone, Mary Ellen watching until their bobbing red heads disappeared around the curve of the road. All of her boys had inherited her coloring, even some of her good looks, although Chuck Junior was clearly different from his brothers in every physical way.
She looked toward the house: the boy was in there now, alone. The maid came in only on Mondays and Thursdays, so there was no one there at all except the two of them. Her hand rose to her left tit, fumbling against the fabric of her blouse, feeling the shocking pain as she twisted her nipple, her feet suddenly hurrying her toward the house.
But once inside the door she stopped herself again, leaning against the wall for a moment. Shit! Maybe a good stiff drink was what she needed to calm her down, get these crazy ideas of fucking her son out of her head.
She headed toward the den and the well-stocked bar, and realized her mistake as she walked into the room. The boy was there ahead of her, his shoes kicked off his feet as he slumped on the sofa, staring into the fireplace even though there was no fire. He was picking at the toes of his socks, and did not see his mother come up behind him, did not realize that she was standing there looking down at him, at the crotch of his pants.
"You stink," she said suddenly, and the boy jumped, looking around in fright. Then he relaxed, swallowing as he saw her.
"Jeez, Mama! You could give a guy a heart attack sneakin' up on him like that."
"I can smell your adventures of the afternoon on you," said Mary Ellen firmly, her fingers clutching at the back of the sofa. "Upstairs, Junior, and into the shower-now! Move it!"
He sighed, and got up to do as she ordered, moving no faster than absolutely necessary. He reached the door, and turned to look back at her.
"Mama? I'm sorry if I did anything to hurt you, really I am."
She smiled then, remembering her pleasure at hearing of his escapades. "I know, honey. Go on, take your bath and get cleaned up. You can put your pajamas on when you're finished. Remember that you're on restriction," she added, cutting off his protests.
He was gone then, and Mary Ellen headed for the bar, pouring herself a straight triple from the first bottle she could grab. The bourbon burned all the way down into her belly as she tossed it down in one swallow, but as the tingle spread out through her system, heating her blood and making sweat stand out on her forehead, she did relax. The alcohol was having the desired effect on her nerves.
She poured herself another, smaller this time, and mixed it with bottled water from the small refrigerator behind the bar, then carried her glass into the big living room, where she sat down to stare at the three silver-framed photographs on the coffee table. Chuck Senior was smiling at her, and Chuck Junior as well, and the twins together in the same portrait, inseparable as always. There were eight bedrooms in the house, enough for all of the family to have their own private quarters and leave plenty of room for guests to boot, but Andy and Bob insisted on sharing the same bedroom, and even the same king-sized bed. They hadn't slept apart since the day when they were taken from their bassinets. She wondered if that would lead to problems when they at last began dipping their young pricks into willing flexible cunts.
She set her drink on the table and lay back on the couch, half-sitting up against the arm. Her eyes closed as she remembered Chuck Senior on the day that the photograph had been taken. It was the first day after the birth of the twins that he could fuck her, and he jumped into the opening with full force. That was before they got the big house, of course, back when they still had the apartment, but he had fucked her in every room, starting with the kitchen and ending with the nursery where all three babies were in their separate beds and oblivious to what their parents were doing on the floor between them.
Junior had watched them, though. Suddenly she remembered looking up as Chuck Senior burrowed his tongue into her cunt to see the youngster watching with avid interest, his pudgy baby hands clinging to the bars of his crib.
Had seeing his parents fuck then instilled in him the depth of passion that led him to fucking Miss Tittletits this afternoon?
That was stupid. All boys became interested in cunt once they reached puberty. And her boy was into puberty with a bang!
She let her head loll back, her hand trailing down to her crotch, picking at the fabric of her skirt. The alcohol was making her sleepy now, and as she rested her hand moved beneath her skirt, gathering it up to where her fingers could ease through the band of her pantyhose. Now her finger was pushing through the slightly damp patch of her pubic bush, reaching the top of her slit, rubbing down inside it toward her clit....
"Mama?"
She opened her eyes in dismay, looking around to see Junior standing in the doorway. Had she fallen asleep? Jesus, her hand was still in her cunt! She jerked it out quickly, and reached for her drink, swallowing a healthy gulp. Had he seen?
She looked at her son again, saw that his hair was soaked from the shower, droplets of water still standing on his chest that was bared through the unbuttoned pajama top. He had attacked his hair with comb and brush, and now a towel dragged from his fingers.
The fly of his pajamas was gaping open....
Mary Ellen looked away, swallowing another gulp of her drink. But she could not stop herself from slowly turning back to him, looking at his state of dress again, seeing the definite patch of red hair and the bit of broad white flesh that showed in the bottom of the fly opening.
Oh, Christ! What was she going to do?
She knew the answer to that. It was too late for her to do anything but the course on which her cunt had set her the very moment that the twins cut out, leaving the two of them alone....
"What ... ? " Her voice cracked. She swallowed, and tried to say it again. "What is it, honey?"
"I finished my shower. What do you want me to do now?"
I want to take you to bed, you beautiful boy cock! I want to fuck you, suck you, feel your cock in my cunt, in my lips, pushing through my tits! I want you every way that it's possible to want a cock, a boy, a fucking man! God, I want you-it-every thing!
"Come here, Junior," she managed, the words sounding as though they came from a stranger. "Sit-here, beside me!"
She patted the sofa cushion, and the boy came over, sitting down no more than inches away from her. He looked up at his mother, his blue eyes shining with lack of guile. He seemed like the portrait of a Norman Rockwell scout boy, stepping out from a calendar.
Hating herself for her lack of will power, Mary Ellen reached out to him, drew the boy into the circle of her arm. He snuggled close, smiling up at her happily as his face pressed against the side of her tit. She did love him at this moment. She loved all of her boys. But love had nothing to do with the lust that was driving her on, with what she intended to do now with her son.
"I ought to give you a good spanking, you know," she said, hugging him closer. "If the twins were here, I think I'd do just that, turn your bare bottom over my leg and warm you a good one."
"You wouldn't?" he said. But as he looked into her eyes he suddenly knew that she would, that she was planning to do something of just that nature. The idea had popped into her head at the instant that she formulated the words, but now it was growing on her, seemed the perfect solution to her problem of getting to him.
"Mama? You wouldn't, would you?" He squeezed her a little tighter, as though trying to convince her of his essential innocence, but now Mary Ellen was nodding her head vigorously.
"Oh yes I would, young man! The twins aren't here to see, but maybe we can arrange a repeat performance for them. That will depend entirely on how you behave now. Up. Stand up, Junior!"
The boy stood slowly, standing in front of her. He wasn't really frightened, nothing that his mother could do would ever frighten him, but he knew that he was about to feel some definite pain in the ass muscles. He couldn't remember the last time that she had spanked him-certainly not since he was a little kid.
But might as well get It over with. He sighed, and started to place himself in position across her thighs, but Mary Ellen made him stand up again.
"The bare bottom, Junior," she said. "I believe that was the meaning of my words. Get out of those pajamas, young man."
He hesitated. "You want me naked, Mama?" The look in his eyes seemed to beg her not to go this far, but she was set on her course. There was no turning back.
"Naked," she said firmly.
The boy picked at the top of his pajamas, reluctant, wishing that he had buttoned them to give mm another moment's hesitation. But there was nothing to do but shrug out of them. His hanci went to the cord at his waist, and stopped there as his eyes pleaded with her.
"Well?" she demanded. "What are you waiting for? You were naked for your Miss Tittletits this afternoon, don't tell me that you're ashamed to be naked in front of your mother now? I wiped your bottom for a good many years, remember, and saw what you have hanging in front as well."
Jeez! His cock was starting to stand hard again, exercising all of its perversity. Mary Ellen smothered a smile as she saw the fabric lifting out, tenting before him, and the head of his cock was popping through the opening of his fly, pointing straight at her even though he was still a long way from standing completely erect.
The boy's face burned with his embarrassment, but he began to undo the tie of his pajamas, letting them fall to his ankles, knowing that his mother was staring straight at his cock. He swallowed, and moved a half-step closer to her, as though to challenge her. His cock was poking straight out from his groin now, his balls still hanging loose beneath the length of the rod, the boy still too embarrassed to be sexually excited.
His mother did smile now, moving back into a better position on the couch, and smoothing her skirt. She slid over to the center, and patted her leg.
"Up and on it, Junior."
"Please, Mama!" he said.
"Are you afraid to touch me with your cock, honey? You were doing a lot of touching with it this afternoon. Now stop the shenanigans and get up here in position."
He climbed onto the couch then, moving over her lap, stretching out. His cock dropped between her separated legs, which she shifted more toward a closed position until the boy felt the fabric of her pantyhose rubbing against the upper side of his cock. Then her hand dropped to his ass, her fingers resting lightly across his globe as she stared down at his bare back, his bare butt. She could see the swell of his balls through his legs, still hanging loose.
Suddenly she raised her hand and cracked it once across the twin red globes of his ass. The boy jumped, the force of the blow smarting and leaving the impression of her fingers and palm as a white silhouette against the red of his skin. It slowly died however, the boy swallowing his cry back into his throat.
"You do deserve this spanking, Junior," she said in self defense. The boy's shoulders wriggled, his head drawn back tight against them. His hands were folded under his chest. "You do, don't you?"
She touched him with the flat of her palm again, not a spanking blow but just a pressure that he felt there. At the same time she felt the expanding pressure of his cock growing harder between her legs.
"Yes, Mama," he said, resigned. Despite his wishes his cock was curving now in its erection, pressing tight against her thigh as it tried to rise up to his belly.
She spanked him again, harder this time, the boy jumping under the force of her blow and a gasp escaping from his lips. He bit down on his upper lip then, refusing to cry out, to let her know that she was hurting him, as he mother began to spank him in earnest. A dozen blows rained down on the cheeks of his ass until the boy was almost dancing under the latest ones, his globes burning now with the heat of the spanking, glowing a brighter red than ever before. He couldn't help himself as his ass jumped under each new blow he was bucking against his mother's leg, Mary Ellen's thighs closing to trap his cock completely, make a tight fit for him.
"Oh, God, Mama!" the boy cried at last. "Please, don't hit me any more! I'm gonna cum!"
She stopped, letting her legs separate, letting her fingers move gently across the hurting places on his ass cheeks, letting herself touch him there at his most private place, move her hand down between his legs to tease at the small patch of cock hair that showed around the edges of his balls.
"Oh, honey!" She put her hand under his chest, lifting him now, turning him until the boy was straddling her legs, his cock poking straight against her belly as she crushed him against her tits.
"Oh, baby! I love you, baby, you know that! Mama doesn't want to hurt you-Mama only wants to love you! Love me back, honey-love Mama! Fuck Mama!"
CHAPTER SIX
She held the boy close, pressing him tight against her tits, feeling his cock probe against her belly. Her son put his arms around her, holding her tight, squeezing her soft mounds. His hand moved now to touch her there, feel toward the nipple, and Mary Ellen gasped, stiffening, her back arching.
"Oh, honey!" She swallowed, eyes opening to stare into his. "I know this isn't right, but I can't help myself! Please, don't think anything bad of me. I need your father, need what he can give me, but he isn't here and can't be here. So I'm asking that you take his place, do for me what he would do."
"You really want me to fuck you, Mama?"
"Oh, yes!" It was a sigh of pent-up frustration escaping all at once. And after all, it was not as though she were stealing a virgin. He had fucked his teacher today, and probably other cunts as well, even if he didn't admit it. Maybe Tittletits was his first grown woman, but there were plenty of young twats twitching around dear old Nixon. With his cock size he must be one of the most popular studs in the school.
It was all right to be doing this....
The boy climbed up on her lap now, pressing his lips against hers, his arms going around her neck. For the first time she kissed her son in a way other than motherly, felt his heat burning through his mouth. Her mouth opened before the onslaught, and her tongue probed out against him, touched his lips, forced through to touch his teeth. The boy seemed to realize what she wanted, and let his teeth open to her, permitted his mother to thrust her tongue completely into him, driving hard against him, the boy sucking on her tongue now. She worked against his until the root of her tongue was aching, forced her to withdraw, and now the boy followed her, sending his own wavering taste-muscle in to sample the inside curve of her mouth, rub tenderly over the surface of her tongue.
The need to take a deep breath made her break away, shake her head in confusion. Stars seemed to be flickering behind her eyelids as the boy let his ass drop down again until his face was once more against her breast. His hand worked against her tit, fondling the nipple through the fabric of her blouse, and suddenly Mary Ellen knew that she had to be as naked as he was.
"Undress me, honey!" she said, excitedly.
The boy looked up at her, then at the tits pressing against her blouse. His cock was standing terribly hard now, actually hurting him with the force of his erection. He reached up to her buttons and began undoing them one by one, Mary Ellen happy now that she had not worn the bra today. He seemed to be hesitating over each button as he knelt between her knees on the edge of the couch, his cock a curved handle reaching up from his groin that she wanted to grasp. But she waited, not wanting to hurry this moment, wanting to savor all of the pleasure in it.
The last button slipped open then and the blouse separated, revealing her nipples. The boy seemed entranced at the sight, pausing with his hand on the cloth, his tongue licking over his lips again. Suddenly he was putting forth a cautious forefinger, to touch the nipple, the flesh of the tit quivering against his touch.
"Do you remember when you used to suck my tits?" asked his mother. "You used to love my milk. I let you do it until you were almost five years old."
"Did you really?" he asked. "I've dreamed about sucking on you, Mama, but I thought it was nothing but a dream. I wish you had never made me stop."
"I do too," she said. "Come-suck them now!"
He needed no urging, no second invitation; his lips were against her, the boy swallowing the female muscle into his mouth, taking as much of it as he could until his jaws ached with the effort of opening. His hands held the outer shape of the tit, kneading the flesh as though trying to find the milk that had once been there for him and his brothers, the touch of his mouth sending darts of fire across his mother, into her heart and her ass-hole and her cunt.
The boy moved his knees an inch closer, until he was actually touching the outer lips of her cunt with the one, Mary Ellen's legs spread wide open before him, the heat of his flesh burning the softness of her labia. He sagged down as he worked on her tits, switching now to the other one as though wanting to give them equal treatment. The only thing she needed at this moment was to have a boy sucking on each of her tits at the same time, as it was when the twins used to be feeding at her counter. Her hands touched her son's back, lightly, feeling the quivering muscles as his excitement rolled in waves over his whole being. His cock was away from her belly and cunt now, but it seemed as though she could feel the heat emanating from it as well. This was heaven, pure joy.
But she needed to be fucked as well. She arched her back, holding him, then suddenly lifted his chin.
"Oh, Christ, honey! I can't stand it! Get me naked! Quickly!"
She held her shoulders away from the couch back so that he could finish taking the blouse from her upper body, although there was nothing more there to reveal. Now he moved his fingers to the zipper of the skirt and zipped it down, the woman raising her ass completely from the couch so that he could pull it down over her hips and off her ankles. The boy removed her shoes and then reached up to tug down at the pantyhose, rolling that down quickly as it bunched in his hands....
And at last she was completely naked before him. The boy fell to his knees on the floor before her, staring now at her cunt, looking deep into the passage that had given him birth. Her legs were still stretched wide, revealing the inner folds completely, the red of her passage, but now she worked her cunt muscles, willing a passage to open before him, so that he could see straight back into the womb that had been the start of everything.
The boy's tongue touched his lips again, and now he was moving his finger toward the lips of her cunt, approaching gingerly as though still afraid that this was all a weird dream and that he would have to wake up. He touched her labia, ran his finger down the inside of the outer hp, brought the tip of it to his tongue to taste.
"Oh, Mama!"
"Oh, Jesus!"
He looked up at her. "Can I ... taste it, Mama?"
She smiled. "Honey, you can do absolutely anything you want!"
Eagerly the boy touched her again, Mary Ellen relaxing now from the strain of holding her cunt open, Junior using his fingers to spread the outer lips again. Then he was diving down onto her, pressing his mouth against those lower lips in a kiss as strong as that which they had exchanged earlier. The boy was probing at her now with his tongue, licking all the way around the labia, sucking up the moisture generated there by the heat of their desire. He swallowed, and looked up again, cunt juice coating his nose and chin, to see that he had her approval. Mary Ellen tried to open wide for him again, slumping farther down onto the couch to make his entrance easier.
Now his tongue was driving deep within her pussy, until it seemed that he had a second cock there, fucking against her, the woman gasping for breath, her ass rising and falling on the edge of the cushion in rhythm to his tongue-fucking. His hands clasped at her hips, pulling against her until she slid down another inch or so, his chest heaving with the effort of sucking against her cunt.
Now he discovered her clit, moved it back and forth with his tongue, the cocklet almost big enough for him to take as though it were a cock. He was sucking on it with full force now, his nose pressed tight against the hair above her cunt, his teeth capturing the swollen bud at the end of the cocklet and pressing into the exploding flesh.
"Oh, Christ fucking Jesus!" Her ass rose completely off the cushion as she felt the explosion come from deep within her body, the juices now rushing out to inundate the boy, cascading over him and into his mouth in a seemingly endless flood. At the first course of cunt juice he had let go of her clit to open his mouth completely, trying to seal his lips against her.
"Agggggghhhhhh! Oh, Jesus fucking Christ I can't stand it! I can't stand it! Suck me, honey! Suck meeeeee!"
The boy was doing as she asked, wanted, his lips capturing every drop of her tremendous spending, throat working convulsively to swallow it all down into his stomach before a single bit of her marvelous, raunchy taste could be wasted. If there was no milk to be had from her tits he was perfectly satisfied to feed on the cream of her cum, the milk of her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck! Jesus fuck!"
Mary Ellen's nails were digging into the flesh of her palms now as she thrust against the boy with all the power of her body, spending into him and against him, flooding him with the juices of her sex and the energy of her passion. There was too much for him to take. He gagged, almost choking, the cunt juice spilling back from his mouth and then cascading out over his chin, his face, down onto his chest and his body as it poured over the edge of the couch, marking her legs and crotch as it stained the fabric of the cushion. Still he tried to drink of her, but his lips were working slower now, and Mary Ellen's cunt was slowing, too, easing its frantic pumping, the last droplets of her juice coming forth to hang there on her bush for the boy to lick up with his tongue.
"Ohhhhhh!"
She felt completely drained, her eyes closing as she gave in to the exhaustion of a finished ejaculation. The boy settled back on his heels to look up at his mother, his face completely soaked with her spending. It was even in his hair, captured there when he had chased an escaping rivulet down her thigh. Even his chest seemed coated with her cum as their eyes met.
"Was it good, Mama?" he asked, shyly.
"Good?" Mary Ellen shook her head. "Honey, it was the most wonderful marvelous cumming I've ever had!"
He stood then, and sat down beside her, twisting sideways to stare at her. His fingers touched her thigh, and she saw that his own cock was still a burning hard torch against his belly.
"I'm glad you liked it, Mama."
"Honey, I loved it, but only a tenth as much as I love you! Shit, only a thousandth as much! There's no way for me to tell you how much I love you, baby!"
She sat up, pulling him against her body, burying his face within her tits as she hugged him, feeling the heat of his cock burning across her hip. Now she moved him back, looked down at that marvelous hard-on, almost as big as his father's even though he was still so young! She reached down, gingerly, touching her finger to the hot shape of his cock, tracing the thick vein that seemed to run out of his balls and up the underside of the shaft that was now revealed as the force of his erection kept the cock pressed against his belly.
Mary Ellen stroked him gently with the tips of her fingers, and then was sliding down onto the floor, onto her knees, the boy opening his legs for her. She touched her lips to the hot shape of his cock, feeling the heat spreading even across he face, her fingers moving up to touch at the place where the sac holding his balls was attached to his groin. She ran her fingers down the juncture, then let one hand trace up his belly, wet with sweat until she was touching the convolutions of the con that had once been fastened to her, had carried he life stream into his body. Now she was moving he lips up to kiss his belly button, and sucking it out of the little depression until her teeth could capture it, worry at it.
"Oh, Mama! My cock hurts, it's so hard!"
"I know, honey."
She stroked the shape of his cock with he fingertips, with both hands, then pulled it away from his belly, the foreskin completely worked back from the head and the hole glistening with droplet of clear golden fluid that was his own juice his own preparation for the act of love. She touched the tip of her tongue to the hole capturing the droplet and saving it on her lips, in her mouth. The tang was bitter-sweet, and peculiarly her son, unmistakable and unforgettable.
"Oh, Christ Mama! It hurts! Suck meeeeee!"
Mary Ellen cocked her head to the side to let her lips slide over the shape of her son's cock now, her tongue tracing now the course of that great vein. His cock was quickly slick with her saliva, and now she was mounting to the head, taking it completely within her mouth, feeling the heat from it expanding to fill her as her tongue again probed at the hole in the tip.
Now she shifted position, coming up onto the edge of the couch so that she was more comfortable, could take what she was about to swallow, then she was diving completely down onto his cock, feeling the shaft slam back against her throat, battering her uvula. The first stroke was impossible to hold. She had to withdraw, marshal her strength for the next attack. It came a moment later, not so fast this time but with more assurance as the head of the boy's cock moved completely across the length of his mother's tongue, to batter again at her throat-
And this time be swallowed down, taken past the barrier to fill her completely. The boy gasped, ass rising from the couch as he clawed at the cushions, staring down at his mother's head in disbelief.
"Oh, Mama!"
Mary Ellen held there until the red explosions in her eyes and the pain in her temples warned her that she was about to pass out from oxygen starvation. Only then did she pull back, reluctantly, her throat hurting with the swollen shape of his cock, moving back on him until the head completely slipped from her lips. She swallowed, and reached up to massage her throat, looking at him with pleasure.
"I bet Miss Tittletits didn't do that for you, honey."
"No way!" the boy said, touching his cock as though still not believing what she had done. "How did you do that?"
"With the force of love, baby," she said. "Only with the strength of love."
"Jeez, it was wonderful! I thought the head of my cock was gonna pop right off and go down into your stomach! It can't happen, can it?" he added, suddenly worried.
She laughed. "No, honey, that can't happen. Your cock doesn't come apart, not in any kind of fucking. Are you ready to have me suck you until you cum?"
"Yeah! Please?"
She smiled, and moved over him again until her lips could reach down and grasp his cock flesh, then take the shaft within her once more. She dove down on him again until the head of his cock was once more swallowed into her throat, but she kept it there only a second or two, rising up again to begin a sucking that brought her all the way back to his cockhead, only the circle of her teeth below the rim keeping him within her mouth. Then she dove down again, taking him all the way, feeling his delightful oval shape filling her mouth, her throat, moving heavily across her lips. The boy quivered with his pleasure and excitement, and moved around to he flat on the couch, his cock trying to press through the roof of her mouth in an attempt to return to its position against his belly.
But his mother was stronger; she kept it prisoner, moving up and down on the cock shaft in a steady unceasing stroking, none of the movements lasting so much as a second, sucking him rapidly until she felt his cock beginning to expand within her lips, swelling even larger as the blood rushed from other parts of his body to fill every last interstice and space, expanding his meat like water pumped into a bladder.
"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, MAMA?"
The boy was holding onto the cushion of the couch for dear life now, riding up against her as she stroked down, his ass working with her and into her. Mary Ellen's fingers moved under his ass, the boy pounding down against her in a punishing blow that she accepted, enjoyed. She managed to turn her hands over so that his ass was slapping now against her palms, drawing down as her lips worked up against him, throwing up as her mouth rushed down to capture him, the two muscle systems in complete sympathy as they worked against the boy's guts to produce the first magic explosion of his cock power, his love fluid.
The first hot jets of his sperm flew high against her throat, her lips barely capturing the balloon-swollen head of his cock, the white droplets coating her tonsils and slipping down her throat. And now she was diving down again, swallowing his cock completely even though it was expanded greater than ever, the boy's stomach muscles working now to throw his cum straight down her throat and into her belly without her tasting it.
"Oh, Jesusssssss! Suck me, Mamaaaaaa!"
She did her best, working completely down on him, feeling his knees rise up to thrust painfully against the undersides of her tits, the boy's ass trying to raise against the weight of her head. His eyes stared wildly, face contorted with the ecstasy of his cumming, trying to fuck his mother in the face as she sucked against him, the two of them working together to the same end, the same joy.
"Agggggghhhhhh, Jesus! I can't stand it, Mamaaaaaa! You're tearing out my guts, my fuckin' balls are melting! Jesuuussssss!"
Her hands moved to his hips, held him there as his body began to slow in its convulsions, his groin no longer working so hard against her lips. At last the final droplets of his white sperm exploded from him, oozed from him, and her throat worked as she swallowed away the last of him, took all of his nourishment into her body to replace the energy lost in her own cumming against him.
The boy's cock softened slightly, the harsh curve easing, the flesh no longer such a painful steel rod between her lips, her teeth. Mary Ellen swallowed again, and realized that there was no more to be had from him. She moved up on him, then, making a few tentative sucking strokes, but the boy groaned and reached to touch his fingers to her head, trying to force her away.
"Please, Mama, you're hurting me!"
She came up from him then, let him escape from her lips, dropping back onto her haunches to smile at him.
"I'm sorry, honey. Was it good?"
"Oh, yes, Mama! It was wonderful!"
"Do I please you more than Miss Tittletits?"
"She didn't do anything like that, Mama!"
"Oh?" Secretly Mary Ellen was pleased, to know that the woman teacher at least not given her son a measure of this kind of pleasure. She admitted to herself for the first time that she was jealous of Teitlebaum, angry that the woman had captured Junior's essence before she could have it for herself, not that she would ever have dreamed of such a wonderful thing before today! But now that she had discovered the pleasure of fucking boys, she was not going back to the old-fashioned plain husband-fucking ... Wasn't she?
For the first time since starting this thing with her son, Mary Ellen realized that she hadn't thought once of his father. The boy was so far able to satisfy her just as much as the man, even though they had only advanced through the preliminaries of the sex act. She still had to feel his cock filling her cunt, but from the way that he had filled her throat, she had no fear that it would not be wonderful.
She stared at the boy's cock, now drooping almost-soft against his belly, although it had not lost much if any of its tremendous expansion. What was she contemplating? Her husband would be back in just a week. Was she seriously thinking that this could go on longer than that time? Was she really planning to continue fucking her son once his father was back in the house?
She reached to touch the boy, lifting his still-hot cock with her fingers. He moaned, his ass stirring slightly, to look up at her.
"Do you want me to do something more, Mama?"
She smiled. "Like what, honey?"
He shrugged, embarrassed. "I'll do whatever you want me to do, Mama, you just say it."
"You're a horny little shit, honey, if I do say so myself. Are you saying that you want to fuck your Mama now?"
His head nodded before his lips formed the word, the agreement, but he was smiling again.
"Yeah, Mama! I want to fuck you!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mary Ellen smiled, then laughed, reaching out to cup her son's cock in her hand, lifting up on his balls. The soft length stirred once, but did not stiffen again, even when she bent to kiss the cum-slicked head, licking away a droplet of somebody's moisture.
"Honey, lie flat out there-that's right. That's just how I want you."
The boy stretched out on the length of the couch, hands by his sides, feet slightly separated and pointing away from each other. His chest rose and fell with his regular breathing as his mother admired the beauty of his nakedness. She wanted to crush him against her, feel him along the length of her own body, between her legs again, but there was something far better that she wanted to do first.
The boy's cock was completely soft now, flopping once more from its own weight across his belly, foreskin working back halfway over the glans. His balls were still drawn tight, but as she reached to touch them they were loose in her fingers. She caressed them, bending suddenly to suck them into her mouth, her lips feeling the curling cock-hair and biting with her teeth into its crispness.
"Oh, Christ, Mama!"
He tried to draw up his knee, but she stopped him, pushing his legs flat again. The boy lifted his head to look down at what she was doing, feeling her fingers manipulating his cock again.
"That hurts!"
"Only for a minute, honey." She began to suck him again, her lips massaging the soft flesh of his limp cock, and at last he sighed, stomach muscles rippling.
"Yeah, Mama! That feels good!"
Now his cock was growing again, stiffening, the curve of its hard condition coming back to press at her roof of her mouth. But before he was completely erect Mary Ellen was sliding her knee over his waist, straddling him, her fingers reaching between her legs to capture his cock and bring it against her opening. She positioned him carefully, working the head through the outer lips as she drew up on her cunt and stomach muscles. Then she was lowering herself onto him, impaling herself on her son's prick.
"Jesussssss!" the boy cried, reaching up to capture her wrists. "Oh, wow, Mama! Wow!"
"Oh, yes, honey!"
She was completely down on him now, feeling his cock hair pressing against the outer lips of her cunt, feeling his cock continue to grow within her, the curve of the rod now pressing up into her gut. Mary Ellen raised herself up and then lowered again two or three times, testing the feel of his cock and delighting in the thrill that ran through her body. Then she let her knees move down, stretching out over her son, supporting herself on her arms as her tits pressed down against his chin.
"Suck my tit, honey!"
The boy reached his hands up to do as she asked, touching her gently, holding the pendulous shape of her tit between his sweating palms as he felt her life coursing through the soft flesh. He brought it up to his mouth, the nipple going between his lips and then his teeth, to begin a gentle sucking action, his throat working against her in a way that made her wish once more that she had milk to feed him.
Now Mary Ellen began to move back on the boy cock, feeling it pushing deep into her cunt, the fucking motion entirely under her control. She moved forward, her stroke soft and easy, delighting in the feel of the cockhead as it moved through the soft passages of her cunt, the boy holding tighter now to her tit so that her fucking did not jerk it away from his mouth.
He gurgled below her happily, sucking harder now as he felt the fucking around his cock, felt himself expanding again within her. The memory of his soreness was gone, almost forgotten; it seemed as though his cock had been made for just such a use, should always be in the midst of some form of fucking action.
Mary Ellen's breath was coming in gasps now as she increased the pace of her movements, riding back and forth over the boy, the force of her ass strokes actually moving him across the surface of the couch now, then dragging him back when the stroke reversed. Her cunt pulsed mightily, the walls working on the shaft of his cock, trying to milk another load from him, trying to bring his loins to boiling point again. She rode over him, the boy fighting now to maintain his hold on her tits, the nipple tearing from the grasp of his teeth so that the shape of her tit was battering his face with each swinging motion back and forth. Now she was throwing herself down against his cock, rising up until it was almost completely free of her cunt again, until she could feel no more than the tip of the head against her labia.
The muscles of her cunt worked to hold him there, to keep him prisoner of her fucking, moving along the length of his shaft as it entered and departed, masturbating him in the same motion to draw him closer to his peak. She felt the head of his cock battering against the entrance of her womb, until it seemed that if she could only throw herself back another few inches, another inch, another tiny bit, he would slam completely within her, fill even her womb, even the cavity of her chest, his beautiful marvelous wonderful cock sliding up between her organs to move by her heart and her lungs and come finally into her mouth so that when he came his cum would flow out over her tongue from inside.
"Oh, fuck, honey!" The words were torn from her in short gasps as she fought for breath, surrendering no more of her strength than she had to do anything but the wonderful act of riding over his cock, carrying him inside her cunt. "Oh sweet fucking Jesus! It's beautiful! It'sshitttttt! I'm cumminnnnnngggggg! Baby, Mama's going to cum all over you! Ahhhhhh, fuck! Fuck Mama, honey, baby, son, Junior! Fuck Mamaaaaaaa!"
The boy did his best to oblige, throwing himself up against his mother's plunging loins, throwing himself into her cunt, his hands now holding to her sides as he tried to stay with the force of her fucking. His own cock throbbed and swelled as it moved in and out of that rich warm passage of pleasure, but he was no where near cumming again. Still, it was enough to respond to her needs, answer her call for satisfaction.
"Fuck me, honey!" she cried again. "Fuck meeeeee!"
"Yeah, Mama!" Sweat poured from his face as he fought to stay with her, threw himself up against her, his cock almost escaping from her cunt but captured again at the last instant before it could fall free, collapse against his belly. His stomach seemed to be tied in knots as the boy threw himself upward, his ass rising completely from the cushion only to collapse again an instant later, borne down painfully by her plunging hips. The wide saddle of her pelvis was punishing as though she were still spanking him, the boy feeling the shape and the force of her bones, feeling as though his cock would be carried completely away from his body, ripped from its roots and his balls.
Suddenly her cum was gushing downward, moving around the shape of his cock, flooding his loins and soaking the cushion of the couch. It was hotter than before, more pungent than before, but in no way diminished as she poured herself out onto the boy, felt her guts twisting as the hot liquid escaped to coat his cock, force his cock down from the depths of her cunt. She stopped in her fucking motion, held herself over him as she melted inside, breath stopping in her throat for the instant of achieved completion, of burning climax.
"Ohhhhhh!" She gasped for breath, her stomach rising and falling over the boy, he reaching up to touch her tits again, to hold them. "Jesussssss!"
The boy moved his ass against her, sent his cock sliding a fraction of an inch within her, and she tightened her cunt about him to make him stop, hold still. He held himself suspended then, not breathing, not moving, until her body stopped working, her cunt stopped expanding and contracting about the shape of his cock.
"Christ! Sweet fucking Christ!"
Mary Ellen swallowed, and collapsed all of a sudden, her weight falling onto the boy, her tits crushing his face beneath their globes, her hands sliding up the couch to lay above his head. The boy accepted her weight for a moment, and then was struggling to free his face from that great globe of her breast, so that he could breath.
"Jesus, honey! Ohhhhh, God!"
She moved down against him, his still-hard cock pressing hotly into her cunt, but her muscles were unable to stir against it, respond to the sudden quivering in its length. She opened her eyes to stare into his, and reached now to brush his sweat-soaked hair from his forehead.
"Oh, baby! That was too fucking much!"
"You're hurting me, Mama!" he said, his voice strained. "Please!"
Mary Ellen pulled herself from his cock then, and rolled over against the back of the couch, her arm going beneath his head to cradle him, her other hand roaming across his chest and his belly. Her finger flicked at the tiny button of his nipple and found that it was as hard as her own. Suddenly she bent to kiss it, sucking on it for a moment, until her need for rest made her collapse again.
"Oh, honey!" she said. "I've never been fucked like that in my life!"
"You did it, Mama, not me."
She met his eyes, smiled again. "I guess I did."
"Didn't Pop ever let you do it like that?"
"Sure, honey. Your Dad and I have done it just about every way possible, except maybe hanging from the chandelier. He's great! You could take lessons from him any time. But don't worry, you're also a natural talent. Which you probably inherited from him, too."
"Mama?"
"Yes, baby?"
"Do you ... think Pop would mind, what we're doing?"
The boy remembered the confrontation with his father, and could not help but wonder just how liberal-minded the man would be. His mother shrugged.
"I don't know, baby-but we don't have to tell him, do we? Let's keep it our secret."
"Okay!" he said, suddenly relieved. He was certain at that moment that his father would not mind, but he didn't want to put the matter to a test. It was better that they keep this a secret.
"Mama?"
"Now what, honey?"
"Are you going to let me fuck you now? I didn't cum yet."
"Oh, yeah? What was that you pumped into my belly, then? It certainly tasted like cum to me!"
The boy wriggled in her arm, and reached down to touch the still-burning shaft of his cock. His hard-on had not eased at all, and he wanted nothing more than to bury it in his mother's pussy, go into her all the way possible, but this time under the power of his ass, not hers.
"You know what I mean," he said. "You sucked me and I sucked you, and you fucked me. Now it's my turn to fuck you!"
"Okay," she said. "If you really think your cock is up to it, Junior, I guess I can take one more plowing. But I'm getting hungry. I need to restore my energy. How about letting me call for a pizza to be brought in?"
"After," the boy said, firmly, turning to he flat against her belly, his cock probing between her legs. "We've got all night to eat. Right now I want to fuck!"
"We've got all night to fuck," his mother said.
"After," he repeated. "My cock gets fed first, then you can feed your belly."
She sighed, and shifted position, the boy riding up across her belly now, stretching out along her full length to press his weight down against her for a moment. His cock slipped immediately between her tight-closed thighs, the curvature of the shaft bringing the head across her cum-soaked flesh to probe at her entrance. Mary Ellen sighed again, and loosened her legs, her arms going around the boy as his cock made the move through her outer lips.
She raised her ass to him, to make it easier for him, the boy moving now completely within her, the length of his cock carrying all of the way back into her cunt to probe at the opening to her womb. His ass twitched, and he began the fucking movements, slowly at first but he was soon unable to restrain himself from quickening the pace, from pulling almost clear of his mother's clutching hole to slam all of the way down again, throwing his meat into her flesh, his flesh into the place from where it had once been created.
Now he was riding her in long even strokes that had her body shaking, her tits quivering beneath his movements, the woman reaching up to hold the boy. Her own fires were returning now, her desire and passion increasing as her fingers clutched at him, her nails digging into him. The boy felt the pain of her holding, and grimaced, biting down on his lips, his feet pushing back against the cushion of the couch to force his cock farther within her cunt, but the pain was not enough to make him stop, make him slow down, make him ease the violence of his movements. "Oh, Jesus, Mama!"
"Fuck me, honey!" she cried, her breath coming in pants again as she wrapped her arms completely around him, trying to pull him inside her guts. "Fuck me?"
"Yeah!" he echoed. "Fuck Mama! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-shitttttttttttt! I'm fuckin', fuckin' my Mammaaaaaa!"
He plunged into her, feeling her legs reaching now to wrap around his hips, clutching at him with all of her strength, her hands pulling him down against her upper body, but all of the force she could exert was not enough to stop the mad plunging of his ass, the mad working of his cock, the beautiful fucking of his body as he filled her with his sex, tore into her with his boyhood, his manhood, his beautiful wonderful prick. The boy felt as though his heart were going to explode in his chest, the pain ripping through every blood vessel in his body, but he could not stop, could not even slow, must continue his mad fucking into the chalice of his mother's womb.
"Fuckin' Mama!" he cried again. "Fuckin' my Mama! Oh, Jesus fuckin' wonderful goddamn Christ! I'm fuckin' my Mamaaaaaa!"
"Oh, yeah!" gasped his mother. "DO IT, HONEY!"
"Shit!" The boy gasped as her cunt clutched at his cock, nearly twisting it. "Fuckin' Mamaaaaaaa!"
And then it was coming, the force of his love-act bringing his organs to the boil again, generating the load of his love measure deep within the factories of his balls, his sperm rising once more to plunge into her, plunge into a cunt, plunge into a woman. His seed boiled and erupted, cascading into her cunt, filling his mother with the force of future sons, future boy lovers, future pricks that would fuck the hottest cunts in the world.
"I'm cumming!" he cried. "Mama, I can't help it, I'm cumming into you! Yaggghhhhhh, Jesus! Fuck Jesus, fuck Mamaaaaaa! Fuck me, Mama! Fuck me! I'm cuuuinnnnnngggggg!"
Mary Ellen felt as though the force of her son's ass blows would throw her from the couch, throw her into oblivion. She tried to hold to him as the boy reached his climax, reached his peak of energy, the explosion of his cum not enough to slow him, calm him. He continued to fuck into her as his cream spurted, overflowed, filled her, his balls emptying of their measure of love, their load of pure white loving liquid that meant life itself. He fucked into her, against her, with her, the woman's body moving again in rhythm with him as his maddened riding slowed at last, eased, reached the point where he was at last able to stop, draw a breath, relax.
"Ohhhhhh, Mama!"
"Yes, baby," she said, softly, patting his back gently, still feeling the bruising ride of his cock. "It's all right, honey. Everything's all right."
"Oh, Christly Jesus!" The boy sighed. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, honey." She smiled. "You didn't hurt me at all. I loved every bit of it, every stroke of it, every drop of your wonderful cum!"
The boy was rising and falling with her breathing now, his weight carried easily by her body, Mary Ellen loving the pressure that his pelvis and chest and knees exerted on her own body. His cock still filled her cunt, too, although that was softening at last, shrinking under the pressure of her cunt walls as she milked him for a moment, trying to restore some of his energy. But the boy was completely spent, at least for the time. He needed rest, she needed food; together they would have to rebuild their store of body-fuels for there was still a long night to go....
And a week in which the boy would be home every single day, during his suspension from school.
Her face flamed: what was she thinking of? Was she really planning to spend the next week doing nothing but fuck her son, for Christ's sake?
Well, that wasn't such a bad idea, was it? What was wrong with it? Certainly Junior liked it, and she knew that she liked it. What possible harm could come from a week of intensive fucking?
There was such a thing as too much, she told herself, but she wasn't in a mood to listen. She felt the shape of her son's wonderful cock tube buried completely within the soft walls of her cunt, felt the pressure of his balls against the bottom of her slit, and wished for a moment that she could take that part of him within her cunt as well. It was impossible for her to have too much of the boy, to be filled to the point where she would no longer want him, desire him, lust for him.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" The sigh escaped her lips as she stroked her son's back, reached down to feel the shape of his butt. He was completely soaked with sweat and with the combination of their cummings, and now she realized that he stank as well, but no worse than she must stink herself. The two of them would have to clean up. Suddenly the idea of taking a shower with the boy was very attractive. She remembered the things she and Chuck had done one night, not very long after their marriage, under a hot shower spray....
Her stomach rumbled suddenly, reminding Mary Ellen that she was hungry, that supper must come first. She looked down, to see that the boy was sound asleep as he rode on top of her breathing body, his cock still buried completely within her cunt although soft now.
"Honey?"
"Mmmmmmm?" He smiled, not opening his eyes, his hand dropping to caress the shape of her tit.
"It's eating time."
"I'm not hungry, Mama."
"But I am, and if we're going to continue with this session, we're both going to need energy."
His eyes opened, to look up at her. "Are we gonna fuck some more?"
"I said we had all night, didn't I?"
"Yeah, but I didn't think you meant it."
"I always mean what I say, honey. Now come on, get your sweet loving cock out of Mama's pussy now so she can get up and call for pizza."
He sighed, and before doing as she wanted let his lips brush across her tits again, sucking gently on each nipple in turn as his hands kneaded the dough of her flesh. Then he was pulling himself up on her, his cock at last slipping from her cunt to trail wetly up her groin and across her belly as he pressed his lips to her mouth.
"Mama? I love you."
"I love you, too, babe."
He kissed her again, his tongue probing between her lips and her teeth as she felt the warm center of his loins resting on her belly. His cock was flaccid, but it gave the promise of quick restoration, of much more excitement yet to be experienced. It was all she could do not to dive down on him again. But then she was taking his arms and pulling him up across her body, his cock dragging now between her tits and hitting wetly against her chin, then sliding across her face to drop into her open mouth. She strained upward against his shoulders to hold him as she sucked on the wet cock length, tasted the sweat and the cum, worked the foreskin back over the head so that she could nibble its globular shape between her teeth.
"You're hurting me, Mama!" he cried, protesting. But he did not try to drag his cock from her mouth, did not fight against her holding arms. Now he was bringing his knees up to straddle her head, relieving her of the pressure of his weight, his feet pushing against the sides of her tits as he leaned forward to let his cock fall naturally into her mouth, let her suck at him.
"It hurts, Mama!" he cried again, but he let her do it anyway, let her have him, supporting his weight now on his hands as she stared up at his flat belly, seeing the muscles ripple and crawl as she restored the life to his cock, felt it once more hardening within her mouth. Fuck supper!
She had her son's cock to eat....
CHAPTER EIGHT
Still, the moment came when they had to stop, break; it was impossible even for someone as horny as Mary Ellen and her son to fuck continually, twenty-four hours a day, although the boy's staying power was something almost beyond belief!
But she took pity on him when she saw the pain on his face, even though his cock was hard again in her mouth, his ass fucking down against her. He sighed with relief as she let him withdraw, cupping his balls when he sat down on the edge of the couch.
"Oh, Mama! It feels like someone jammed a red-hot wire into the hole in my cock! Jeez!"
She looked at him, saw how swollen the flesh of his cock had become, the foreskin looking puffy. Yet when she touched her fingers to it, surrounded the cock with the warmth of her hand and work it up and down several strokes, the boy sighed pain and pleasure mixed together on his face.
"It hurts!" he said again. "But it feels good, to What's the matter with me?"
"Nothing that a rest for young Johnnie won cure. Shall I have pizza brought in, like I planned Or would you rather go out someplace to eat?"
"Let's go out," the boy said eagerly. "Let's g down to Love's Barbecue Pit."
"You want to go as you are, naked an cum-coated?"
"Jeez, no! We're gonna dress, aren't we?"
"Oh, I thought we might give the world a thrill, she said, amused. "Let them see what a hung boy looks like without his clothes."
"You're teasin', " he accused, reaching over t sink his teeth into the flesh of her tits.
"Ow!" She grabbed the back of his head, pulling him away. "You little shit! What do you think you're doing?"
"Teaching you it isn't nice to tell lies," he said, primly. "It's only nice to fuck and suck."
She swung at him with the back of her hand, but he ducked away, giggling, running to the door. Then he stopped, to look back at her.
"Do I really have to take another bath now?"
"Don't you think you need it?"
"Well, maybe ... " He sighed. "Okay, I'll go peaceful, Marshal Dillon."
"No you won't," his mother said. "I'm coming with you, young man!"
She stood up then, for the first time in how long? She glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner, and saw that they had been bouncing on and off the couch for well over an hour. And the couch showed the results of their activity, the cushions stained with their constant cumming with big blotches. It was a good thing the fabric was treated. Tomorrow she'd have to strip off the covers and send them to the cleaners, get them back before Chuck Senior returned home.
Her son waited for her, Mary Ellen going over to him and resting her hand on his shoulder as the boy led the naked way upstairs. He started into his own bedroom, but she stopped him.
"That way, pardner!"
"Your bathroom, Mama? Why?"
"Is there any law that says two people who have fucked together can't wash together? I've got your cum all over me, and you're covered with mine, so I'll wash you clean, and you wash me."
She slid the glass door back on the shower and reached in to turn on the water as hot as she could stand it. In a minute steam was billowing out into the room, until she turned on the blowers. Then she adjusted the spray needle-sharp and shoved the boy in ahead of her.
"Ow!" He danced around under the sharp stinging spray. "You tryin' to wash me, Mama? Or rip the skin off me?"
"If I can take it, young man, so can you."
But as soon as she was under the water she realized that it was stronger than she had intended. She withstood the pelting for perhaps thirty seconds, then changed the dial to a more soothing and gentle fall. And now she picked up the sponge and the cake of soap and began to wash the boy all over, starting with his shoulders and going completely around his back, then covering his whole trunk. She stopped short of his crotch, however, the boy standing there and accepting her ministrations, to move down to his feet, lifting them in turn as she knelt on one knee, to wash them completely. Then she stood again, and took care of his arms and hands, paying attention to his fingernails, and then doing his face and rubbing the soapsuds into his hair.
Now Junior moved out of the spray of water as his mother went over him again until he was completely covered with the suds, and this time she went down to his cock as well, rubbing it gently, forcing the foreskin back so that she could wash around the rim of the head. The boy sighed as she touched him there, and lifted his balls, bouncing them in her fingers.
Now she was standing again, pulling herself up the length of his body with her arms wrapped completely around him, starting at his ankles and going all the way to his shoulders, pressing his soapy front to her own body, feeling his soapy cock between her tits and then her legs. She rubbed her face against his crotch as she started up, letting her cheek touch him all the way; then she gathered him again into her arms, running her hands down his soapy back and into the cleft of his ass.
"Oh, baby!" She rested her cheek against his hair. "I love you so!"
"I love you, too, Mama," the boy said, reaching up with his soapy fingers to brush her cheek. Then it was his turn to take the soap and the sponge and do for her what she had just done for him. When they were both completely covered with soapsuds, they moved again under the spray to be washed clean, their bodies sparkling with the glistening water drops, glowing with the sting across their reddened flesh.
Mary Ellen stared at her son another moment, looking down the length of his body to that wonderful marvelous cock sticking out, hanging there just for her pleasure, her relief. She reached down to touch him there, fondling him gently, lifting his cock and balls into her hand so that the head of his cock extended across her wrist. The boy held on to her, his face pressed against the side of her tit, his eyes closed happily as a smile played over his face. "Oh, honey!"
But it was time to dress. She shut off the water and reluctantly released him, sending him down the hall to his own room to get a towel. He came back to stand in the doorway of her bedroom as he wiped the water from his body, letting his mother watch his nakedness, his cock flopping loosely when he tugged the towel through his legs. She watched him, delaying her own finish, until he was at last done, wishing that she could keep him naked forever....
Her hair was a mess, but she combed it out as best she could and tied a kerchief over her head, Junior bouncing out of his room a moment later with clothes on, the most naked clothes she had ever see on a boy.
"Are those Andy's pants?" she demanded, seeing he tremendous bulge his cock made along the leg. The cloth looked as though it had been spray painted over him, and if there was any elastic in the fabric his cock would have stood out in full outline, every vein there to be seen.
Junior laughed. "And Bob's T-shirt." He made a muscle with his arm, drawing in a deep breath so that his chest pushed tight against the fabric. The only thing he wore of his own was his sneakers.
"Have you tried bending over?" his mother asked, dryly.
"No way!" He turned around to show her the way the pants rode tight through the cleft of his ass. "If I do that, I'll be split wide open!"
"Are you sure you can breathe?"
He sucked in a breath, hollowing his stomach, and then humped his groin toward her several times. Mary Ellen was tempted to grab him and rip the pants right off him right now, but the hollowness in her stomach convinced her to wait a little while longer. The evening was young yet, and the night and tomorrow were still to follow.
She started for the door, when the phone suddenly rang. She stopped, wondering as always who it could be before answering it to find out. Maybe it was Chuck!
But it turned out to be her twice-a-week maid, calling with a sniffling voice to say that she could not make it in tomorrow. At first Mary Ellen was irritated, and then she realized that the woman would have been an intrusion into what she was planning to do with the boy. She was glad the maid couldn't make it in, and hummed softly to herself as she hurried down the stairs, Junior right at her heels.
It was a beautiful evening, still only dusk, the air wonderfully clear as she headed toward the suburb that boasted the desired restaurant. Once in the Barbecue Pit, she decided the hell with her diet and splurged on the special plate that was loaded with all kinds of goodies. Even the spicy baked beans seemed good tonight, although she normally passed up such things. She grinned across the table at Junior, who was wolfing his way through everything, and when it was done they decided to cross the street to the Baskin-Robbins. Mary Ellen shook her head at the sight of the brown, orange, and pink triple-decker the boy ordered, but he was licking his way through it happily, catching the melting ice cream before it could drop onto his hand.
"Well," said his mother, wiping her hands on her napkin and inserting the key in the ignition. "I suppose we could go visit Great Aunt Harriet now ...."
"No way!" said the boy, with the bottom scoop of his cone still to go. "There's just one place we're goin', Mama, home! To bed!"
"Good heavens!" she said, pretending to be dismayed. "Do you mean to tell me that you are ready to go around once more? You'll wear that thing off, Junior!"
"What a way to go!" the boy said, happily, slurping at his cone. His mother smiled, and handed him a napkin to wipe his cheeks as she turned the car toward home. The tingle was returning to her cunt again. Christ, how could she possibly be horny after what they had done this afternoon? Never in her life had she fucked so much on one day!
Junior leaned back in the corner of the car, a dreamy smiled playing across his face as his eyes closed. His hands were resting in his lap, but Mary Ellen saw that the tips of the middle fingers were circling on the head of his cock. He wasn't stiffening, though, not yet....
Once they were in the house again she made him pause to repair the damages of supper and dessert, although she could not resist licking a bit of barbecue sauce from the corner of his mouth, and that made her wonder if animals who licked their children clean got the same kind of sexual response from the action as she was getting now.
Suddenly she yawned, surprised to find that she was so sleepy. But considering what she had done today, this morning and this evening, it was amazing that there was any energy left to her at all. She kicked off her shoes at the foot of the stairs, almost tempted to head straight for bed, to forget about fucking Junior for a while....
But the boy wasn't about to let her forget. He came up behind her, put his arm around her and squeezed on her tits as he leaned happily against her side.
"Jeez, Mama, I never dreamed it would be so nice to have a Mama like you!"
She yawned again, and bent to kiss him lightly, on the cheek. "For a boy, you're not bad yourself, honey, and for a cock, you're pretty damn wonderful!"
They leaned on each other as they went up the stairs, heading automatically for Mary Ellen's room. She stopped inside the door, suddenly remembering her husband, smelling his presence so sharp in the room that she could not help but look around, expecting to find him there. But it was only memory playing tricks on her, and she went over to sit on the edge of the bed, looking up at the boy.
"Think we can get this armor off you?" She asked.
"If you can get the button open," the boy replied. like his mother, he had left his shoes downstairs, and now his brothers' clothing was all that he wore.
Mary Ellen reached out to him, working with difficulty the snap button at the top of the impossibly tight pants. When it finally opened the zipper seemed to peel apart of its own pressure, showing that the boy was not wearing any undershorts under them. His belly showed red-white, the patch of pubic hair above his cock an enticing golden prize, but the length of his cock was still trapped along the leg of the pants.
She tugged them down, having to almost peel the pants from his ass, working hard to get them down over his thighs. But at last they were at his feet, and she was lifting the T-shirt over his chest muscles, pulling it over his head, seeing him naked again, wishing that she would always have him naked in this way. She kissed the center of his body, and let her tongue run down to his belly button as her fingers moved up to tweak at his nipples, the boy's cock starting to stand hard and pressing beneath her chin. The head was against her throat now, and already slick with his desire, so she picked it up in her fingers and licked all around the glans, capturing his special boy-taste completely and savoring it for a moment.
Then she stood, letting him undo her blouse and her pants, showing him that she was naked too beneath the simple clothing. Then they were standing naked together, the boy holding his mother in his arms, the side of his face pressed against her tits.
"Oh, Mama!" he cried. "I've never been so happy!"
"Maybe you need another spanking," said Mary Ellen. "Something to remind you that you were a bad boy today."
He looked up at her. "Do you think I was a bad boy?"
She sighed. "No, honey, I think you were very, very good. Maybe the best any boy ever was."
"Are you gonna suck my cock again?"
"Why? Is that what you like best."
"I dunno, I guess I liked it all. I want to do it all again."
"That's a tall order for right now, but let's get in bed and get started. We'll see how far we can go."
She pulled down the covers and Junior slid into the center of the bed, then turned eagerly to wait for her to join him. Her feet slid under the cool sheet and her arms went out to hold him, snuggling him against her tits, her lips brushing across his forehead. The boy's cock was already standing hard and poking between her thighs, but he made no move to enter her, was content just to be here in her arms. They lay together for several moments, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies, before the boy reached up to touch his mother's tit, moving his lips to where he could lightly take the nipple into his mouth.
"Why don't you have milk any more, Mama?"
"Milk is something you get when you have babies. I kept mine for a long time, a lot longer than most women can, because I let you boys suck on me until you were almost five years old. But when I stopped, my milk dried up, even though your Daddy kept sucking me. I guess my body just knew that I didn't have any little boys to feed any more."
"Can you have milk again."
"Only if I have another baby."
"Why don't you? That would be neat, having another little brother."
"What about a little sister?"
"Yeah, I guess that would be okay, too. I know Bob and Andy wouldn't mind, particularly if you could start feeding them milk again, too!"
"Whoa, there! Hold on! You think I'm going to let every kid in town suck my titties?"
"Bob and Andy aren't every kid-they're your kids, just like me. You let me do it, why not them?"
Indeed, why not?
"They're just little boys, Junior."
"They're only fourteen months younger than me, and they both have hair around their cocks. They can cum, and they like to fuck."
"Oh? Who do they fuck?"
Suddenly he was embarrassed, and she knew that he had said something he shouldn't. She wasn't the only one in the family with a tendency to stick foot in mouth, and the shared weakness made her feel even warmer toward her son.
"They play around with each other, don't they, honey?"
"Well, they are just kids," he said, lamely, paraphrasing her own choice of words. Mary Ellen wondered if he had joined in their fooling around.
But now the boy was trying to change the subject to something more pleasurable, and using his best technique, forcing his cock suddenly up against the mound of her cunt, the head dry now but pushing through the outer lips and prying at the inner entrance. Mary Ellen gasped, and rolled onto her back, her knees rising slightly as her legs automatically opened. The boy rose above her, lowered his weight onto her as his ass pushed his cock against her cunt again, and this time he entered easily, sliding halfway in before the tightness of her resistance stopped him.
"What's the matter, Mama?" he asked. "Don't you want me to fuck you?"
"Oh, yes, honey!"
She let her legs drop then, willing her cunt to open to the boy, and he probed again, this time sliding almost all of the way in. His cock seemed far bigger than it had the first time that he fucked her, filling her completely, expanding her groin as he licked at her nipples, sucking them into full erection. His cock worked several times in short jerks, pulling in and out of her cunt, and the movement started the natural juices working to give him the lubrication he needed to suddenly slam completely home within her. Mary Ellen gasped, her knees rising again in reflex, feeling a hollowness in her stomach as she drew her cunt muscles along the length of her son's cock.
The boy began to fuck her then, moving in and out of her cunt with slow regular movements that almost took his cock completely away from her, brought it back to batter once more at her womb, the walls of her cunt crawling with her desire and moving against him. Her clit seemed constantly battered by the pressure of his moving cock as the head angled upward in her passage, forced there by the curve in its erect length. He held tightly to her sides, eyes sparkling and tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he worked. She held him with her hands, sighing and relaxing completely beneath his fucking, opening herself completely to him, to his needs, his desires. It was as if she had been built for no other purpose but to satisfy this need of her son's body.
"Oh, Jesus!" He shook his head to chase away a lock of errant hair, and she reached up to brush it away for him. "Christ, Mama! My cock feels like it's burning up!"
Her cunt tightened on him again, responding to his movements as she let her hands slide easily down his back from the sharp blades of his shoulders to the arch at the base of his spine, and then to the swelling tender globes of his ass. Now she was tightening up even more, drawing her knees up to press against him, arching up so that he had to rise up over her, fall down into her with each stroking movement of his fucking. Her hands tightened about him now, reaching again for his ass, trying to pull him down ever tighter, trying to drag his cum from him by sheer force.
"Oh, honey! Fuck me, honey! Fuck Mama!"
The boy's adam's apple worked, and he managed to croak, "Oh, Jesussssss! I'm fuckin' my fuckin' Mama! Fuck Mama-fuck meeeeee! It's killing me, Mama! My cock is gonna explode-I can't stand it! My balls are melting, my balls are ice cubes inside a hot stove! I can't-fuck!"
Now she was riding completely with him, taking control of the mad fucking, pulling him down from the peak of his climax to stay with her even as his loins worked against her to deliver yet another load of his precious fruit, his delightful seed. She felt the fires lighting now from a distance, felt them burning across her soul and her mind and now into her body, firing her cunt, her ass-hole, her whole fucking system as she worked on the boy's cock, milking him of his cum, milking him of his life.
"O sweet fucking mother of God! Do it to me, honey! Fuck your Mama-make me feel your fucking! Throw it into me, bury it in me!"
The boy shouted as he felt the fires dragging at the sides of his cock, at his balls, pulling his load out. Now his mother was cumming, too, throwing an even greater amount back at him, overwhelming his emission with her explosion until the cum was running out of her cunt, soaking down into her ass-hole, soaking both of them.
They came together, shot together, and suddenly they were collapsing together, both drained completely of their energy, the woman's ass falling flat onto the bed in the middle of the large puddle of mixed cum, the boy's head dropping across her breasts as his eyes closed in total collapse. They slept together, she holding him gently in her arms, his cock filling her cunt with a delicious, wonderful feeling of love that lasted through the entire night, both of them so fucked out that they never woke at all, even when the first sun of morning was coming through the window....
Even when the twins came home to get ready for school, and stopped at the open door to their mother's bedroom, staring in at their brother's naked ass as it poked from her thighs....
CHAPTER NINE
"Jeez, Andy!" Bob's hand went to his brother's arm, holding him as though he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "What the fuck?"
He spoke low, almost in a whisper, but his voice cut through the fog of sleep to reach his mother. She opened her eyes, blinking, and looked down at the top of Junior's head, feeling then his weight across her body, the soft shape of his cock filling her cunt. She touched him, and the boy mumbled seomthing, shifting slightly, his cock growing hard now. He humped his ass into her several times as his hand played with the nipple of her tit.
Now Mary Ellen was looking toward the door, toward her other sons, staring straight into their eyes. The twins seemed transfixed, but as she let her gaze drop down to the front of their pants, she saw that each of them was supporting an erection that tented out against the cloth. And now they were aware that their mother knew, the two of them glancing down at the same instant, and then checking out the other. Their eyes flicked up, met, and looked back to Mary Ellen.
"Mama?" Junior's eyes were open now, looking up at his mother's face. As the sleep fog vanished, he realized that something was wrong. His hard cock probed against her cunt once more, but he was looking around to see his younger brothers.
"Oh, Jeez!"
He started to get up, to slide out of her, but she held his wrist, stopping him. What the hell? The twins had seen, they might as well know it all.
"Good morning, boys," she said, smiling.
"Mornin', Mama," they said together.
"Did you have a good time sleeping out?"
"Yeah," said Bob, suddenly bold. "Did you and Junior have a good time sleepin' in?"
She laughed. "Yes, I guess we did. At least, I did. How about you, Junior?"
He looked up at his mother, his ears flaming with his embarrassment. "Yeah, sure," he said, reluctantly. "I had a great time."
Mary Ellen looked back at the twins. "Come here, boys." They glanced at each other again, then did as she asked, approaching the edge of the bed with a measure of caution. They stopped several inches away, their arms almost touching as they stood close together for mutual support.
"Would you like to get in bed with us?" she asked. "You can, if you want to...."
"Jeez!" said Bob, his face lighting up. He looked at Andy again. "Can we, Mama?"
"On one condition: that you get out of those clothes first. Junior and I haven't got anything on, so you have to get naked, too."
Their movements said that the condition was acceptable, their hands hurrying to tug their shirts over their heads, two belts opening and two pair of pants peeling down at the same instant. Bob had trouble with his sneakers, which were knotted, and by the time he was standing with his legs free to tug his undershorts down, Andy was already butt-naked. But Bob was no more than forty seconds behind him, and now Mary Ellen had a chance to compare her younger sons with their brother.
Junior was right, they did have hair, and cocks that weren't at all small, at least on kids their age. Each of them was a big as Tom had been yesterday morning, although their cocks placed together would just barely have been as thick as their brother's, and a good inch shorter in length. They were both standing completely hard, and she was pleased to see that they at least did not share Junior's cock curve-as much as she admired her oldest boy's proficiency with his natural tool, there were moments when that cock curvature was downright uncomfortable. Both Bob and Andy were as straight as a wooden ruler.
"Not bad," she said, nodding her head. "Okay, into bed with you! One of you on each side!"
They hurried to do as she bid, Bob slipping around to come up on her other side, the two of them sandwiching close to her sides. The older boy stared up at his mother, and then looked at his brothers in turn, a strange look on his face. Then he shrugged, his shoulders wiggling and his ass humping into her cunt again.
"My how the time flies!" said Mary Ellen, looking at the clock on the nightstand. "Six-thirty in the morning already! That means we've got just an hour before you two have to get up and get ready for school."
"What about Junior?" asked Andy.
"Yeah!" said Bob. "Doesn't he have to go to school, too?"
"Not today," said their mother, not bothering to explain. "So, who wants to be first?"
"What about me?" said the older boy, poking her again with his cock. "After all, I'm already in!"
"Okay, that makes sense. Maybe the twins can pick up some pointers from watching you. All right, honey, fuck Mama!"
He threw himself at her then, with all the strength regained from his night's rest. Mary Ellen gasped, throwing her arms around him iv self-protection, her knees drawing up. The boy crew almost out of her, hesitating there a moment so that the younger boys could have a clear view of his cock and the angle at which it entered their mother's pussy, and then he dropped into her again, his ass quivering, and his ass-hole twitching as he bottomed out. He grunted, and began a steady fucking ride that threw his cock completely in and out of her now, although he did not have to pick himself so far above her body.
Mary Ellen had no time, no thoughts, to spare for the twins now, although if she had looked she would have seen both of the younger boys fondling their cocks, and then beginning, in unison, a masturbation. They stared at Junior's ass as it rose and fell above her, watched the way his chest crushed her tits, his hands fondled the softness of her tit flesh, played with her nipples. Mary Ellen's eyes closed now as her hands came up to Junior's back, holding him lightly, her hips rising and falling in rhythm to his fucking.
And now the intensity increased, the boy moving faster, throwing himself harder, his balls whipping back as they crashed against the mound of her cunt. The twins could see the way his cock was coated now with the juices from her cunt, see the way it was growing larger than they had ever seen it before, the great vein in the underside of the shaft throbbing in time with the pulse that also pounded against his temple and out from his heart. Junior's chest was heaving with the effort to drag in enough breath to power his body as he rode toward the climax of the fucking, completely overpowered his, mother's emotions.
"Yeah!" he answered. "Yeah, I'm fuckin' you, Mama! Fuck fuck fuck-yahhhhhh, Christ! I can't help it, Mama, I'm cumminnngggggg!"
"Ahhhhhh!" She threw herself up against him now with all of her power, clutched and clawed at his back with her fingers, trying to drag stronger fucking, faster cock beat, from him. "Oh, shiiitttttt! Fuck me, fuck Mama! Fuck Mamaaaaaa!"
She exploded at the same instant as the boy, their loads tossed forward from their organs of generation to meet in the depths of her cunt, the two fluids running together to make a more perfect mixture, filling the shaft that was not filled with his cock, slipping around the hot expansion of his flesh to course out on their loins. Junior fucked against her one more time, and another, and then held himself tight against her, his ass quivering with the workings of his balls, face contorted with the strain of pumping his cum into her receptacle, the woman fighting back with the power of her own explosion.
"Oh, Jesus!" cried the boy as his mother worked against him.
"Oh, fuck!" cried the woman as she dragged at her son's life force.
"Fuckin' Jesus!" they cried together as the last workings of their bodies came, held them together, held them from collapse until there was no more to come, nothing at all left to sustain them, the energy burned from their bloodstream and the strength gone from their muscles.
They collapsed then, falling together as they had fallen last night ... but this time it was not to sleep. They lay together for a long moment, gathering the strength to move apart, and then Junior was rolling off her, dropping beside her, shoving Andy back.
"Hey!" The younger boy protested the usurpation of his place, then his eyes were captured by the condition of his brother's cock, by the gaping maw of his mother's cunt. He rose up over Junior, reaching down to touch the softening cock-tube, finding it slick with their cum, yet still hot to his touch.
And then he and Bob were moving together to stare down at their mother's tongues, their faces dropping together toward her loins as their tongues went out to taste her, taste the residue of the fucking. It was as though the two were driven by one brain, their cocks fucking against the insides of her ankles as they moved together up her thighs, tongues together discovering the labia, licking inside the outer entrance to her cunt.
"Hey!" Mary Ellen rose up, looked down at their greedily sucking heads. "One at a time, guys! I haven't got room in there for both of you, even if you both did start out inside there. Come on, Bob, you come up here to me and let Andy smell me out good."
The boy came up from her cunt reluctantly, moved slowly up her body, entranced by everything that he saw, felt. His hands touched her tit, moved to the nipple as he remembered sucking there so long ago, feeding on her. She was bringing him up to straddle her face, her tongue reaching out to lick the underside of his balls, which were tight now against the base of his cock.
Then she was maneuvering the boy to where she could take his cock into her lips, feel its delightful length all of the way across her tongue. The boy's sparse growth of cock hair pressed against her lips as he pushed himself completely within her, and then he began to fuck into her, imitating the movements Junior had made into her cunt, his ass rising and falling in a steady fucking rhythm. Mary Ellen reached up to touch his hips, let her hands curl around to clutch at the globes of his ass, pulling the boy down now with each stroke, releasing his ass only when he bottomed out in her throat so that he could rise up again. Andy was sucking away for dear life on her cunt now, tasting with sheer joy the insides of a real woman. "Aggghhhhhh!"
Mary Ellen arched her back as Andy found her clit and took it roughly between his teeth. Her tits heaved up, throwing Bob off-balance, but the boy quickly recovered, and continued his fucking into her mouth. Junior watched his brothers in their introduction to mother-fucking with a large grin painted across his face, reaching down to fondle his own prick, which was growing again, standing out in the curve that brought the head down against his belly.
"Oh, Mama!" cried Bob, feeling his balls bouncing off her chin. The shaft of his cock was sliding between her teeth, barely feeling them, but the good feeling was coming from the way his cock slid over the top of her tongue, probed the back of her throat, banging against the little dangle of uvula.
"Oh, Jeez!" he cried. "Aggghhhhhh, Mama!"
His ass-hole opened at the top of his backstrokes, and closed tight again as he drove down into her lips, into her warm, greedily sucking mouth, his belly slapping wetly against her forehead. Mary Ellen felt as though her nose were permanently bruised, but she did not let go of the boy's ass, kept holding him within her a fraction of a second longer than his fucking movements would have permitted each time that his cock-head reached the farthest point in her.
"Oh, shit!"-he boy cried now, fucking very rapidly, not drawing out more than two or three inches before plunging in again. The marvelous feeling was heating his balls, burning through his cock, his mother recognizing that he was close to exploding. His movements increased in frantic haste, until now his cock was completely against her lips, not drawing out at all, the backstroke only relieving the pressure, against her mouth before restoring it again with the full force of his young ass.
"Oh, Shit!" he cried again. "Help me, Mamaaaaaa! I'm cumminnngggggg!"
His seed spewed forth into her mouth, coating the roof and the tongue and boiling around inside her teeth before it at last reached the uvula and cascaded into her throat, his taste, sweet, young, pure yet strong, fully cock-juice, fully male-power. The shaft of his cock seemed to expand within her teeth until it was throbbing with the throes of ejaculation, with the beat of his heart, the head a gun that was firing in nonstop fusillade of his boy-bullets, a spray gun painting her insides with the white coat of his boy juice.
"Aggghhhhhh, fuck!" the boy cried.
Mary Ellen swallowed against him, hands pulling his ass tight against her now, working her mouth against that marvelous cock. Suddenly her own explosion came again, her ass arching off the bed to catch the other boy completely by surprise, her cum pouring out of her body, pouring over his face. At first the boy choked, and tried to withdraw, but her legs went over him, wrapping around his neck, trapping his face down there at the entrance to her cunt.
And then he recognized what she was giving him, smelled her strong sexual odor, tasted her cum, and he burrowed eagerly into her cunt again, sucking greedily at what she was giving him just as his big brother had sucked so greedily yesterday, catching every drop, his tongue darting out to go over her thighs and retrieve all that she could produce. His ass was humping up and down against the bed as he tried to drive his cock through a nonexistent hole in the mattress, and he wanted terribly to reach down and grab the burning shaft, give it the relief that his body demanded. But he could spare no energy away from sucking into his mother.
His ass arched up, his seed shooting out almost of its own accord, the boy cumming merely because of his mother's cumming. His ass-hole twitched as his cock pumped his seed out into a puddle on the bed, the dry shaft inflamed terribly, Mary Ellen unable to see what he was doing as she continued to take the last droplets of Bob's cumming although she realized that he was no longer burrowing so heavily into her cunt.
Then Andy finished spewing, Bob finished throwing his load into his mother, Mary Ellen finished cumming over her son's face, and all of a sudden they were collapsing together, the boy in her mouth wilting, the one between her legs dropping his belly into the puddle of his own cum as he pressed his nose and his face into his mother's cunt, swallowing what was already there to swallow but not trying to force more out of her.
Bob was the only one with his mouth free. He sighed, wiggling his ass again.
"Ohhhhhh, Christ! Jesus fuckin' Christ! Mama ate my balls!"
Junior laughed, reaching over to slap his brother's ass. "Good, wasn't it, short-shit?"
"Yeah!" he said, happily. He looked around at his big brother. "I never thought fuckin' would be anything like this!"
"That's not even fucking," said Junior. "Wait until her cunt starts sucking down on your cock, then you'll know what fucking is!"
Now Mary Ellen was lifting up on the boy's ass, forcing him out of her mouth. His cock dangled for a moment, the saliva-wet head slipping across her chin, and then he was bouncing onto the bed, twisting to land on his back.
Andy came up for air then, looking up at his mother, Mary Ellen sighing as she felt her ass-hole twitching.
"Was I doin' it right, Mama?" the boy asked.
"Oh, yes, honey!" She sighed again. "You did beautifully-you all did beautifully. I guess my boys are just natural-born fuckers!"
Andy climbed up over her now, his still-stiff cock poking against her belly as he lay across her, his face going between her tits, his hands coming up to lift their heavy weights, drop them again, trapping his fingers. His ass-hole was bouncing up and down in little short strokes as he tried to fuck into her groin, but his cock head was above even the top of her slit.
"Hold on, honey!" she said, feeling the fire burning through her tits again, knowing that she was ready for another cock to start driving down on her. She eased the boy back until his cock dropped between her thighs, then had him come up again, the head of his prick now finding the entrance which had so recently been explored by his tongue. He hesitated a moment, his head pressing against her labia. Then he was driving in, coming all of the way into her with the one stroke, burying his meat completely within her shaft, his balls almost following after it, Mary Ellen clearly feeling the hair of his sparse bush pressing into the gaping opening of her slit.
"Oh, Jeez, Mama!" The boy lifted himself up to where he could stare down into his mother's eyes, supporting himself over her beautiful tits on stiffened arms. "You're hot as an oven. I feel like you're tryin' to cook my cock!"
Mary Ellen laughed. "Honey, I don't want to cook you? I just want to eat you all up! I know why the wicked witch in the forest built her house of gingerbread. She didn't want to have Hansel and Gretel for supper, she wanted them for a bedtime snack."
The boy grinned, Bob turning over on his side to look down at Andy's groin. Bob put his hand onto his mother's belly then, forcing it between them until he felt Andy's shaft protruding from the hairy bush of Mary Ellen's cunt. The boy pressed down on her labia with the tips of his fingers. In the same instant Andy drew out, and threw himself down again, beginning at last the fucking. He pounded heavily as his brother took his hand away, then reached down to cup his own cock. Bob rose up to where he could see over them, to Junior, see that the older boy was also fondling himself.
"Jeez, Junior!" Bob jerked himself several times. "I wish we could all fuck her at the same time!"
"Wait your turn, short shit," said the older boy.
He dropped onto his back, jerking off now, his mouth gaping open and his tongue licking over his lips. He turned his head just far enough to see his mother bouncing beneath Andy's driving ass, and increased the stroking of his cock, Bob dropping down on the other side to imitate him, the boy masturbating rapidly now.
Mary Ellen gasped as Andy landed particularly hard, feeling the shape of his pelvis. Her hands went out to reach for her other sons, found what they were doing; she caught their wrists, stopping the masturbations, and then reached down to their cocks, Bob having to move a few inches to make the reach more comfortable for her. Her belly was working against Andy, her tits flopping under the force of his fucking, as she began to jerk the other two boys in rhythm to her own cunt movements.
Junior reached down to let his fingers rest lightly on her wrist, his hand moving up and down with her stroking motions. Bob, on the other side, lay completely stretched out, legs as far apart as was possible in his position next to her, arms thrown over his head. The unequal burdens filling her hands made timing the strokes a little awkward, but Andy's continued fucking made it at the same time easier, the youngest boy plowing completely in and out of her now, his cockhead actually slipping free of her cunt at the top of his stroke, only to fall back in again, his cock pointing down from his groin straight at the target of her entrance. It was a new sensation to Mary Ellen, the cock slamming completely within her only to escape again, and then slam down again, and she gasped.
"Yeah!" Andy's teeth bit at the edge of his tongue as he worked furiously to fill his mother the way that she wanted to be filled. "Shit, yeah! Oh, fuck, Mama! I'm fuckin my Mamaaaaaa!"
Junior was throwing his ass up against her hand now as Mary Ellen wrapped her fingers tight about his cock shaft, and suddenly the boy's ass stayed up, back arched, hand tightening on her wrist.
"I'm cumming, Mama!" he cried. "Shit fuck, I'm cumminnnnnngggggg!"
"Yeah!" cried Andy. "Yeah, Mama! I'm curnminnnnnn'! I'm cumminnnnnn'! I'm fuckin' my Mama, and I'm cummin' in her cunt!"
Bob listened to his brothers, and suddenly his groin tightened, the boy's back arching up as his own seed began to boil over, and in the same moment Mary Ellen knew that she was erupting herself once more. Their cries of lust intermingled as all four came in the same instant, the one boy pouring his load deep into her cunt, the other two throwing their seed up in the air, her hands wrenching their cocks toward her body now so that the cum drops first fell on Andy's back, then on her own sides, the last of the semen oozing out over her hands and down to coat their pubic bushes.
"Ahhhhhh," she cried. "I'm fucking my boys!"
CHAPTER TEN
They collapsed together. Then, all in the same instant, the two boys beside her feeling as though their life forces were completely gone from their bodies, Andy dropping his face between her tits with a final shudder of his ass. Mary Ellen held onto the two cocks in her hand for another moment, then reached her cum-sticky fingers up to press gently on Andy's back. The boy moved slightly, his cock slipping out of her cunt with a wet sound, his lips finding the shape of her tit and moving down to her nipple. He began to suck on her, and she moaned lightly, and reached over to bring Bob up to the other nipple.
The two boy mouths were sucking greedily now, Mary Ellen flexing her toes, remembering how it had been to have their naked young bodies straddling her thighs as their lips performed this same service for her. Then they had been too young to be introduced to the other pleasures of being naked with their mother, but now they were all perfect, all just right.
She sighed, letting her coated fingers glide lightly over their backs, looking to the older boy. Junior smiled at her, his fingers rubbing his cum into the hair around his cock, his prick semi-hard now and flopping over.
"Come up over me, honey," she said. "Let me suck on you!"
The boy stared for perhaps ten seconds, then hurried to do as she wanted, straddling her head, his feet across her shoulders as he dropped his cock into her lips. Now he was on his hands and knees, letting his groin drop completely into her face as she sucked down on him, reaching up to let a finger trail down through his ass, lifting his balls in the other hand and manipulating them as the boy began to fuck into her mouth. The other two mouths were still busy at her tits, and the only thing missing was a fourth cock to plunge into her cunt....
Maybe Chuck would be the fourth....
Would he approve of what she was doing with the boys? Maybe not, but somehow she knew that she would have to make him understand, approach her with her needs. One cock was no longer enough. She had three boys as well as her husband, and she wanted every inch of every one of their cocks, all filling her at the same wonderful moment!
But now Bob was coming up for air, seeing what Junior was doing. The boy settled back on his haunches as he licked his lips, looking down at her cunt. His cock was tingling with the exercise it had been given, but he still had not felt her twat muscles pulling on him. Suddenly the boy was lowering himself between her legs as his oldest brother continued to fuck her in the mouth, his twin continued to suck down on her tits. Mary Ellen felt him pulling himself up onto her belly, felt his hot cock shaft probing for the entrance to her cunt, and she reached down to stop him, but it was too late. Bob was slamming into her now, filling her with all that he had, the boy's cock bottoming out in the completely wet channel of her cunt.
Now he began to fuck her, riding over her as Mary Ellen returned her hand to Junior's ass, pulling down on the older boy and forcing his cock back into her throat. But his prick was growing harder than ever, the curve of his handle forcing against the roof of her mouth. Try though she would, she could not swallow him back into her throat. Frustrated, the boy pulled out of her, intending to drop down and fuck her, saw his brother's head bobbing just below his ass as the little boy threw himself down into his mother's cunt.
Junior stared at him for a moment, then looked down into his mother's eyes, Mary Ellen smiling at him wryly.
"I'm sorry, honey," she said, gasping. "I've only got one cunt!"
"It's a big one, isn't it, Mama? Maybe it's big enough for two of us."
The boy lifted his leg over her and slid down, pulling Andy away from the succulent prize of her tit. The boy protested for a moment, then fell over on his back with a sigh, fingers going down to his own cock. Now Junior was putting his hands under his mother's back, lifting on her, forcing Mary Ellen to turn over onto her side. Bob continued with his fucking movements, not missing a stroke as she wrapped her arms around him, adjusting rapidly to the new position. Junior moved up against her, chest flat against her back, his cock probing between the backs of her legs and for the slit opening.
But it was an awkward position, and he could not join his brother's already plunging cock. The boy lay there for a moment, pissed off, the head of his cock rubbing up against his mother's ass and moving along the cleft. Then she gasped, pushing down against Bob and opening her ass-hole at the same time, and Junior's cock landed against it, pressing on the sphincter. The boy pushed himself there for a moment, held-his cock at that entrance as his hand went down to measure the position. His mother realized what he was intending.
"No, honey!" she cried. "Not there!"
But it was too late, or perhaps the boy did not hear her: his cock pushed in on her sphincter as Bob bottomed out and forced her to open her ass-hole wide again. Then Junior was within her tight, tortured ass-hole.
"Oh, Jesus!" The sudden pain made her cry out, wrap her arms tight around Bob, and the older boy realized that he had hurt her. The head of his cock was through the inner ring however, held there by the force of the sphincter even when he tugged back against it, the rim of his cock head completely captured. His chest heaving, Junior lay there a moment, feeling the force of his brother's fucking working against the other side of his mother, feeling his cock sliding across the head of his own prick through the thin membrane separating the two openings.
"Please, honey!" cried Mary Ellen, but even as she protested, she realized that the pain was lessening, almost disappearing. Now the head of his cock seemed a wonderful soothing plug, supporting the wall of her cunt against the assault of the other cock, increasing the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling.
"Oh, honey!" she cried again, head dropping back. "Oh, fuck! Fuck me, baby! Fuck Mama!"
Junior held his position a moment longer, until he was certain that she meant him. His hand went around her, forcing between his brother's chest and her tits, finding the nipples even as Bob's fingers were kneading the flesh of her globes. He flexed his ass against her, his cock moving another two or three inches within her ass.
Mary Ellen winced against the sudden renewal of pain and gasped, but the pain was quickly gone. The boy probed with his cock again, something soft crumbling before him, pushing farther into her rectum. Each movement forward hurt, but the pain was gone as soon as he stopped. Soon enough he was completely within her, driving the last three inches with one sudden ramming stroke, forcing himself the rest of the way in. She gasped again, and then seemed to melt inside, feeling the wonderful cock shaft completely within her back channel as Bob continued to fuck furiously through the other entrance.
Now Junior was beginning to fuck her, drawing back until the rim of his cock stopped against the force of her sphincter, then slowly moving completely within her again, a gentle steady motion that at first hurt tremendously, but quickly became a soothing massage. The boy's pace quickened as he felt his little brother taking two strokes for each of his, and now Bob slowed his own fucking, until they were moving together, the two cocks filling her completely. The only entrance left open was her mouth, and that she was using to gasp for breath....
But there was one more boy as well. Andy was out of sight behind her, the boy slowly jerking off, not really anxious to cum again so quickly but liking the sensation of pressure on his cock shaft.
"Andy! Come around here, honey!"
He stared for a moment, then scrambled to do as she asked, climbing over her head to drop to his haunches, kneeling just before her face.
"What, Mama?"
Her hand was trapped under the weight of Bob's body, but she managed to reach her fingers toward him. "Stick your cock in my mouth, honey!"
He stared at her, at his fucking brothers; Bob was pressed against her body, but Mary Ellen was looking over the top of his head. Now she arched her head back, and the boy dropped to his side, sliding over to her, touching the head of his cock to her lips. She sucked greedily at the prick, swallowing, moving her head just enough to get half of the shaft within her teeth. But in this position she could move no farther. The boy realized her problem and slid himself completely home, pressing his belly against her face, feeling her lips battering eagerly at his balls. "Like this, Mama?"
She could only gurgle an answer, but she began to stroke back and forth on him to show that she was pleased, and now the boy began to fuck into her mouth as Mary Ellen wrapped her hands about Bob again, pulling tight against the fucking boy, feeling Junior's wonderful educated prick teaching her ass-hole the pleasure to be found in the act that only her cunt had experienced before.
The three boys fucked against her, fucked within her, throwing the force of their hardy young bodys against the softness of her flesh, Bob and Junior feeling her tits between their fingers. Mary Ellen sucked eagerly on Andy's cock, flexed her ass-hole about Junior, worked her cunt muscles against Bob, and the boys seemed to understand that she wanted them to increase the pace of their fucking. They were throwing themselves against her furiously now, battering her face and ass and cunt, all three catching the same rhythm and stroking in and out at the same pace, the three cocks touching bottom together then pulling out together. Andy had never been sucked before, and now his mother's lips pulled at him as eagerly as his lips used to pull at her tits, when she had milk to give him as a reward. Bob had never been fucked before, and now he felt the wonderful way in which an experienced cunt could work over a fucking cock, felt the sheer pleasure of her muscles working against his shaft, drawing down on him, pulling him to the heights of an ecstasy that he had never imagined possible when jerking off and playing with his brothers' pricks.
The twins were filling her, giving her a pleasure far greater than ever she had hoped for, but Junior was doing the most wonderful things of all, filling her ass-hole and teaching his mother that the tightness of her back entrance was full as suited to fucking and sex as ever her cunt. The boys threw themselves against her, rode with her, climbed over her unresisting flesh as they filled her with cock, with their life force, forcing her to a peak beyond all possible belief. Her neck was aching with the agony of maintaining this uncomfortable position for Andy's plunging cock in her mouth, and her arm was numb and hurting beneath Bob's weight, but she could not stop them, would not stop them, would do anything that her wonderful boys wanted her to do, accept anything that they wanted to give to her, force on her.
"Ahhhhhh, shit!" Junior's fucking pace increased again, and Bob picked up the faster movements with him. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" the older boy cried. "Mama, I'm cummiinnnnnnnngggggggg! Shit fuck! Damn fuck! A gggggggghh hhhhhh!"
"Oh, Mama!" cried Bob. "My balls are boiling, Mama! I'm fucking my Mamaaaaaaaaaaaa! Oh, Jesusssssssss! I gotta cum, Mama! I'm cumminnnnnnnngggggggg!"
"Oh fuck!" cried Andy. "Damn fuck, Mama! Help me, suck me, eat me, swallow my balls, swallow my cock! Fuck me, Mama! Fuck meeeeeeee!"
The three boys erupted at the same instant, coming to their peaks in the same final downstroke, throwing their loads together into their willing mother in the same fucking pumping pulsing explosion of cum that filled her rapidly with their seed, Bob oozing into her cunt and spilling out over her loins and his loins, Junior loading her ass with a wetness unfamiliar that completely filled her ahead of his pulsing thick cock shaft, Andy pouring his cum into her mouth so that she tasted his sweet little-boy taste, filling her stomach as her cunt and her ass-hole were filled. The boys worked together, pumped together, came together. Mary Ellen answered the call of their pumping sex organs, exploding herself, pouring out against Bob's riding prick, cascading over the boy's crotch and legs until the bed was covered with a heavy puddle of mixed cum. They pumped together even when the last droplets were eaten, taken, drawn out, boys pushing their cocks against their mother's openings in a dry spasm that seemed to never want to stop, Mary Ellen's cunt flexing with them, working on them, pulling out of them all that they could possibly have.
But it had to end: asses no longer had the strength to force cocks in and out of cunt, ass-hole, mouth. Mary Ellen no longer had the strength to extract their fucking from them, could no longer increase the intensity of her own desire. She relaxed around their cocks, Bob sliding out first, his prick falling heavily onto her thigh, the boy rolling over to stretch out completely, staring up at the ceiling with a sigh of contented exhaustion.
Andy dropped out of her mouth then, the boy settling back on his ass, sitting up for a moment with his arms wrapped around his legs, staring at his mother and his brothers. Then he sighed, and let himself stretch out, his leg cocking over Bob's throat, his twin reaching his hand up to touch his dangling cock and balls.
And at last Junior was slipping out of her ass-hole, the closing sphincter sucking wetly at the head of his softening cock, the older boy dropping onto his back, and then his mother turning over as well, laying across his arm. Her hand moved down to Junior's cock, touching him, feeling the soft length, marveling at the way it had felt inside her ass-hole.
"Oh, Jesus!" said Junior. "Too fucking much."
"Yeah, Mama!" the twins said together. "Too fuckin' much!"
Mary Ellen turned to glance at the clock and sat up. "Good lord! It's after eight! You two are going to be late for the school bus!"
Andy picked himself up to look at her. "Aw, do we have to, Mama? Fuck school! Let's stay home today and fuck!"
She smiled, looked at the boys in turn, and then shrugged. Why not.
"Okay, babies," she said. "This once I'm with you. Fuck school-let's fuck!"
But all good things have to come to an end, even a marvelous session in bed with her own three wonderful boys cocks. The day ended, with them all exhausted, and then the week-end was gone with it. It was Monday evening, and time for Junior's hearing before the Board.
The boy dressed reluctantly in his good clothes, Bob and Andy petulant when Mary Ellen wouldn't let them come, too. She patted their asses and pulled down their zippers to fondle their cocks, dropping to her knees to give them the good night kiss that they all preferred now, sucking the heads of their cocks into her mouth. The twins were quickly hard again, fucking against her in turn, frustrated when she stood up.
"If you're too horny to wait until Junior and I get home, go jerk off!" she said firmly.
And then they were in the car, and heading once more for dear old Richard Milhous Nixon Junior High School. They were early, Mary Ellen not getting out of the car when she turned off the ignition. She looked at her son.
"Don't worry, honey, how much can they do to you? I'm sure you'll be lectured, but nothing more."
"Yeah, Mama," he said gloomily. Then he brightened. "I'm glad it happened, though. Aren't you?"
She smiled, knowing that if it hadn't been for Miss Tittletits, she would never have known her son's wonderful cock-all her sons' cocks.
"I sure am, baby!"
She got out of the car then, the boy scrambling out of his side. The school was well lit up, but there were only a few cars parked along the street. Then a sedate black sedan was pulling up, stopping just ahead of Mary Ellen's car, the door opening to release the tall form of the Bishop's wife. She smoothed her skirts, then glanced toward Junior, recognizing him. Her bead went into the air, sniffing, and she started for the school entrance, Mary Ellen staring after her.
"Prissy!" she called. "I'll be damned! Prissy Pricker! You old bitch!"
The Bishop's wife stopped, frozen in her tracks, then slowly turned to meet Mary Ellen's gaze.
"Do I know you?" she said, frostily.
"You mean you don't remember little Mary Ellen Huron, the hottest pussy in town? You ought to remember, Prissy, you sucked my cunt enough that summer I spent with Aunt Hildegarde! I sucked yours too, and you said I had the most talented lips you ever met!"
The woman stepped closer to Mary Ellen, staring into her face-and staring down at the tremendous swell of her tits. Her hand went to her breast.
"Mary Ellen?" She shook her head. "It can't be!"
"It sure is, Prissy! What's this horseshit about you blowing the whistle on my boy just because he was fucking his teacher?"
"Please!" The old woman looked around, to make sure that no one was within hearing. "Mary Ellen, please! I'm sure this is all a misunderstanding that we can work out between us!"
Mary Ellen grinned, looking down at Junior, who was staring wide-eyed at them, as though the boy couldn't believe his sudden good fortune.
"Oh, I'm sure we can work it out, Prissy. I'm sure you wouldn't want the School Board to know that you're a cunt-eater of lifelong standing. I think you'll drop the whole thing, won't you?"
"Yes, Mary Ellen! Please!" She looked around her again. "I'll tell them that it's all an unfortunate misunderstanding! I'll take care of everything."
"What about Miss Tittletits?" asked the boy.
"Yes," said Mary Ellen. "Leave her alone, Prissy. Just because she prefers cock to cunt is no reason for you to stick up your nose at her. After all, the two of you ought to work together, share the same groups. She'll take all of the boys and you can have all of the girls!"
"All right! Anything you say!"
The woman turned then, nearly running, escaping to the shelter of the school. Mary Ellen looked down at her son, grinning.
"Well, that was easier than I thought, honey. Let's go home and see if we can teach your brothers something more about fucking!"
The boy threw his arms around her, hugging her happily. "Yeah, Mama! Let's go home and fuck!"
But when they got there, Andy and Bob met them at the front door with a message.
"Daddy's coming home tonight, Mama," they said together. "You're to meet him at the airport at nine-thirty."
So she got back into the car, letting all three boys come with her. As she drove to the airport she visualized her husband, naked, ready to plow her. She missed his cock tremendously, but in her boys she had a more than adequate substitute!
Which did she prefer?
Right at this moment, the boys!
The plane was on time, arid the boys all hugged their father thoroughly. Then he was coming to his wife, taking her into a corner to give her a kiss that toM of all the anguish of the past four weeks away from her.
"Honey, I love you!"
Rather than answer, she kissed him again, driving her tongue deep into his mouth. She felt his cock rising up against her groin, trying to rip through his pants.
"Oh, Chuck! Let's get home-"
"-and get to bed," he finished laughing. "I can't think of anything I'd rather do."
Then he turned suddenly solemn. "I'm afraid I have some bad news, too, honey."
She stared at him. "It's not the job, is it? You haven't quit."
"No. I've been promoted, to regional sales manager. But that means I'm going to be on the road three weeks out of every four. I'll try to get home on weekends, but there will be times that I can't."
"Oh, Chuck!"
"It's a great opportunity, honey. I'll make far more than I ever made in my own business. I know it will be rough, but I have to take it, don't you see?"
She sighed. "Yes, I do see. Okay, honey, you do whatever you have to do. We'll make out."
"It'll be lonely without you, honey."
"And I'll be lonely without you...."
But her cunt wouldn't be empty! She had her three wonderful boy cocks to fill the gap left by their father, and she knew that the gap would be filled constantly. There would never again be a shortage of fucking in her life....
